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eunoiathewriter · 2 years

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.☼︎. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫; 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦

— Mattheo Riddle x Reader

— Summary: Years later. Sixth year has started but what started as a calm week turns strange when Harry comes into the Great Hall all bloodied down and soon after cones Mattheo Riddle, in the same state as Harry?

— Word Count: 2.4k

— Prologue

— A/N: This is Chapter one to my new Wattpad book that I've just started. My Wattpad is @/eunoiathewriter on there too and the name of the book is "Alwasy, Forever"

For the past hour and half, y/n had been standing in a window of the hallway down by the courtyard. Why? Well, it just was absolutely hilarious to watch the first years try to make their way towards the Great Hall for dinner, only to walk in the wrong direction. It had over the six years she'd spent at Hogwarts become something she found funny. Or, to be honest, she did not really start the tradition before third year when she had spotted Fred and Gerorge Weasley doing it.

y/n had simply asked the twins what in the world they had been doing only for the older boys to help her into the open window towards the courtyard. Telling her to just watch the first years wander around in pure chaos with McGonagall in the middle of it, yelling out directions and just making sure students knew their way about.

But the fun had ended when almost all the first years had understood in which direction the Great Hall was in and made their way there. That was how she now sat in the Great Hall among all the other Gryffindor students, picking at her food. Quite bored.

It seemed that every year the first year students would shoot glances at the quartet from the red and golden house. Of course having heard of the boy with a lightning scar gracing his face and his three friends that always seemed to be in the middle of it all.

So the looks from younger students no longer affected them as Ron kept eating on without batting an eyelash at them. Hermione had just finished looking around as if she was looking for somebody.

y/n sighed as she took a last bite of her chicken, pushing the rest on her plate to Ron who accepted what she hadn't touched. "Do you guys think this year will be chaotic too?"

"It wouldn't surprise me if that was the case," Ron answered the h/c girl from his side of the table.

"I guess I would be more worried if something didn't happen than if something does happen." y/n said and Ron nodded along before going back to his plate with food.

Hermione turned back to the table with a deep frown creasing her forehead. It catches the attention of y/n as she looks at the bushy haired girl with a questioning look. "What is wrong, Mione?"

Of course, many things were wrong for her. Lavender and Ron seemed to have a thing going on, something that was shocking for it only being the first four days of school. Hermione was also constantly worrying for her muggle parents' safety with all that was going on.

"Do you know where Harry is, y/n?" It made the e/c eyed girl stop and think. No she didn't.

"No, I haven't seen him since potions earlier."

Hermione sighed as she glanced around the Great Hall again only to not see the raven-haired boy anywhere. Looking back at y/n, she shrugged her shoulders, but it was obvious in Hermione's eyes that she was quite worried for Harry.

Ron, however, continued eating and aimlessly looking around like nothing was wrong and that clearly didn't sit correct with Hermione. She picked up her potions book that had laid beside her and hit his shoulder, between every hit she said:

"Why," Hit. "Are" Hit. "You" Hit. "Not" Hit "Worried?!"

It made y/n almost wanna laugh, as Ron just turned to her with questioning eyes, then flickering over Hermione's shoulder as he seemed to spot something. Hermione's brows were still furrowed as she stopped her little outburst. Ron seems to think of a way to tell her off without angering her even more.

"Because he's right there, you lunatic!" Ron swallowed and motioned towards the Great Hall's entrance.

Hermione turned quickly, y/n following suit as she was just wondering where the boy had been. But as they turned, something was off.

Harry walked with his head down slightly, holding something up to his nose. As he passed some other students he got a few side glances. When y/n really focused she could without hesitation day that he was bleeding, whatever he pressed to his nose was bloodied down and his white dressed shirt had quite a few red blotches on it.

"What happened to him?" Hermione leaned over the table to see better.

"Why is he bleeding?" y/n turned and casted a slightly worried eye to her two friends.

Harry still kept his eyes low so as to not get any unwanted attention on himself even though that mission had failed, poorly. He let out an annoyed grunt as he sat down on the empty seat next to y/n, still pressing the cloth to his bleeding nose.

"What happens to your face?!" Hermione's overly protective side immediately came out just as he sat down at the table. "Who did that to you?"

Ron did not exactly look worried, he almost looked kinda proud as it seemed Harry was not as hurt as he could have been if he had now been fighting someone. y/n was inspecting his face from where she sat beside him, trying to just make sure that it was no more than a nosebleed. Eyes looking for already forming bruises, swelling, just anything that could indicate he should go to Madame Pomfrey.

"Does that honestly matter, Hermione?" Harry asked with an agitated tone of voice, picking up the goblet in front of him with water and taking a sip. Momentarily removing the cloth from his nose.

y/n was quick however as she reached over to take the cloth and hold it for him. Not the least affected by the red blood covering it.

"You disappeared without a word for almost two hours!" Hermione hissed at him.

"It's no use, Mione, he won't tell." Harry was happy that y/n had that little extra understanding for him. She knew when to stop pushing things and when he just would not tell any more.

Hermione shrank back into the seat with a sigh and started to flip through her potions book, trying to find the page with the homework for next week so she could already know the questions and then do it later. Ron had only stood up and patted Harry on the shoulder before he sat down and went back to eating and reading the Daily Prophet that laid on the table.

"Here, fighter." y/n joked as she pressed the cloth gently to Harry's nose again, having noticed a little blood starting to trickle down again.

It took the green-eyed boy by surprise as the cloth met his nose once more, eyes moving over to see y/n just sitting there with that gentle and sweet smile felt. He did not know why he had done what he did, it was not like him to be so impulsive. But it was just something about the way he had heard him, Mattheo Riddle, tell that no way in hell would he walk up and ask y/n to hang out.

Over the summer months, Harry had been thinking long and hard about things. For five years he had been close friends with y/n. Five years of adventure. Five years of laughter. Five years of a friend that understood him better than he almost understood himself. He was far from sure exactly how he felt for her, but he cared for her more than many others. He felt the need to make sure she would not be put in dangerous situations. That was where he had started to think that maybe... just maybe it wasn't friendship he felt between them. But how could he be so sure, him, Harry James Potter, the boy who never really knew his own feelings towards things and people.

y/n noticed the way it looked as though he was deep in thought, it caused a bigger smile pull on her face. Harry always looked a bit funny to her when he was thinking. She shook her head a little at him and carefully removed the cloth from his face to see if the bleeding had stopped, which made Harry snap out of his deep thinking.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No it's fine," Harry gave a tight-lipped smile to the Whittier girl as he took the cloth from her. "Thanks,"

"Good, it no problem— Bloody hell!" y/n moved her head so she could see better, her eyes had gone a bit wide, mouth slightly agape as she looked shocked behind Harry.

Her exclamation had made not only Harry, Ron and Hermione look as with confused faces but those who sat close to them too. That being Ginny, Neville, Dean, Seamus, a few older students and some from the Hufflepuff table.

"What?" Ron was clearly quite perplexed at the sudden outburst from the usually calm girl. Looking around to try and spot what she saw.

"I think I found the other fighter." y/n nodded behind Ron and Hermione who sat with their backs towards the entrance of the Great Hall. "Look behind you."

And as they turned, sure enough, there he was. Mattheo Riddle has just entered the Great Hall and clearly noticed the quartet looking at him. His face was bloodiest down, blood under his nose drying and a scratch across his nose that was bleeding. Just like Harry's uniform, Mattheos were also bloodied down.

Harry glanced at the boy who he had a problem with ever since starting at Hogwarts. Sure, Mattheo was the son of the man who took Harry's parents from him but it still was strange as to how much he disliked him. Mattheo had never really done anything and was probably the least problematic of the Slytherin gang.

y/n could see Mattheo glare at Harry before he rolled his eyes and walked over towards his friends at the silver and green table. Clearly not bothered by the looks he got from other students. All of their looks different. Some were judgmental, as if they knew this was truly who he was. Some wondered since when he got physical with someone as Mattheo was more a verbal person than physical person. Some seemed intrigued, mostly the first years who were interested in all the older students.

"You fought Mattheo Riddle?! Are you mad? " Hermione leaned over the table with a baffled face but her eyes were stern on Harry.

Harry only shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."

"My question is why?" y/n cut in either wide eyes as she turned to Harry and awaited his answer. The boy only opened his mouth as if to tell her something, but after a second thought he closed his mouth and only looked at her. Quiet, not answering her question.

Not getting a response from Harry was something she never really got. Therefore not getting one made her shake her head and just turn away from him with an exasperated expression. Hearing the bickering between Harry and Hermione continuing and Ron chiming in at certain times only to then let out a yelp when Hermione smacked him with her book.

She then turned, upper body rotating so she could see behind her over towards the other side of the hall. She had the luck of no Hufflepuffs sitting right behind her so she could see over towards the Slytherin table better. But as she spotted the person she had been turning to see she noticed his dark brown eyes already fixated on her.

Mattheo didn't listen to his friends who were all asking to know how he ended up looking the way he did. Only pulling his arm away when Pansy grabbed it and tried to hold his hand. Not in the mood.

His eyes stayed focused on y/n as she had turned. She, unlike many others, looked at him with just a perplexed face and not one of hate. As if she were only trying to figure out what had gone down. Mattheos stare was broken however by Theodore Nott, his elbow meeting his ribs.

"The hell do you want?" Mattheo turned to Theodore who held up his hands in retreat and shook his head.

"You know, we're just checking in on our best mate, who looks like he lost by the way." Theodore sarcastically commented ro Mattheo who took a last glance at y/n, seeing her turn at Ron saying something.

"What the hell happened to you mate?" Blaise asked from the other side of the table.

Mattheo only shook his head and picked up his goblet to take a sip of water. Pansy turned so she sat faced fully towards Mattheo and looked him over. "Honestly, I don't remember your ever being someone to become physical when mad,"

"Maybe that's because no one gives me a reason to." Mattheo rolled his eyes at the dark haired girl, not seeing the look she pulled as she turned back to Daphne Greengrass.

"No but seriously, mate, was it you and Potter? He walked in not looking much better, although he still looked better than you." Enzo said from beside the sulking platinum blonde of the group.

Mattheo didn't answer and only continued picking out what he wanted to eat. For six, almost seven years he had known who she was. He remembered her as if they were nine just yesterday and he asked her about her book. Every day after that, he thought of her and just how sweet she was. Many times he had run off from the boys home to try and see if she were there, but he never saw her again.

Not until he saw her standing next to a bushy haired girl at the age of eleven. Only, when he introduced himself to her as they walked into the Great Hall and he happened to walk next to her, she only smiled and told her name to him. No recognition, but maybe that would hit her later. But it never did.

"Did it have with Wittiher to do?" Blaise then hit his head on the nail, causing Mattheo to stop and click his tongue.

"Maybe."

"Are you actually gonna do shit about that little crush of yours on her or just sit around this year too?"

Enzo got no answer, but Mattheo was sure as hell not about to not do anything. That he was sure of.

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wandsandwheezes · 4 years

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detention. | G.W

TW - implied smut, but nothing too steamy, other than that it's pure giggles xoxox

This whole plotline was a mess but this was written for @weasleysflowr writing challenge with the prompt below 👉👈

Bite me... If you insist

My back pressed up against George's chest and his hand over my mouth as we're crammed into a tiny broom closet was not how I expected this day to end up. Let me tell you about the events that led to this exact moment.

"Mr Weasley," McGonagall spoke out, "Care to explain to the class the 3rd step in Inanimatus Conjurus?" George's eyes looked up from his book that he was nose deep in, obviously caught off guard, he clears his throat before he is cut off again by our professor. "I suggest that you brush up on your transfiguration work, Mr Weasley and not spend your time scribbling away in the back of my classroom, I'll see you in detention." I snicker to myself as I roll my eyes and shake my head "Thank you Miss Y/L/N for offering to join him" McGonagall adds on, "But Miss-" I protest "Don't make me double it for both you and Mr Weasley."

I sit next to Fred and opposite George in the Great Hall for lunch, grabbing the notebook George was previously writing in from Fred's hands, "let's see what this rubbish is that had us get detention, then" I laugh flicking through pages of doodles of potions and all of it's workings, "what's this rubbish, she says, I'll have you know," George scoffs "the only reason you have detention is because you're so intent on laughing at your loving boyfriend's misfortune." I look up from the book, raising an eyebrow at George, taking a breath to speak "Don't be too hard on her Georgie, I'm sure our Y/N here is going to be one of the best with our new customers." Fred speaks up looking at George with wide eyes that say a thousand words to his twin. "Exactly, George I knew that Fred had my bac- wait what do you mean new customers?" I look quickly between the two boys before Fred gets up, pulling a sandwich away with him, "I think you guys need to have a little talk, and Im really not sure I want to be here for that talk."

George and I sat in the loud chatter of the great hall which seemed to be quieting in anticipation for him to speak. "I didn't want to tell you till Fred and I were sure." he whispers almost inaudibly, I softly close his notebook and slide it across the table to him, "If this is about the pink monster banning your products, George, I don't know what I can say that will help." he takes the notebook and gets up from the table, "will you walk with me?". He took his time explaining to me, as we took a slow walk toward the black lake, that he and Fred were thinking about expanding from more than just puking pastilles, answering any and every question I had about the endless products from the notebook. "Fred and I, we can't stand Umbridges tirade and since the banning of Weasley products in Hogwarts we're going to need to look to sell elsewhere... Plus I think she's dead set on letting us fail so, I assume that soon I won't even be able to look at you without her permission." I laugh, pushing his shoulder gently. "you'd think the whole six inch rule would've been more of a problem, I hate not being able to kiss you."

He giggled in the most innocent way possible, bringing my hand to his lips, "I was never one for sticking to rules, plus, you and I both know I have some inches to spare." I roll my eyes pulling him into a kiss, taking my time to run my fingers through his hair, earning a low hum from him. As we pull away he looks at me with deep seriousness, "I want you to join us at the shop, that is after exams and all," he smiles at me "and of course if that's what you want to do." I nod my head excitedly, wrapping my arms around his neck holding him for a few moments. "I almost forgot we had detention, we should head back before the she devil finds us out here and gives us more than just a scolding!" he whispers gently, getting up and dusting off his robes before offering me a hand to get up and follow him.

The first half hour or so of detention was to be expected, sending winks and smiles at George when McGonagall wasn't looking in an attempt to pass the time. All was going smoothly until Umbridge bursts in the room. "I think I'll take this one from here, Minerva" I scoff, not loud enough for anyone to hear "I think I can handle these two perfectly fine on my own thank you, Delores." McGonagall replies, I look over to Gerorge, raising my eyebrows at the situation. The two women continued to argue with us still in the classroom, which provided a nice bit of entertainment in the last half hour of detention, McGonagall's win in the argument bought us a early pass out of the never ending detention, "I expect better from my own house students, now back to your common room and no dawdling."

If anyone knew how to ignore our head of house best, it was my beautifully brilliant George, we spent at least an hour roaming the grounds, evading teachers as we took the longest route back to the gryffindor commons, that was until we or rather, George spotted Mrs Norris and pulled us into the broom cupboard, hand over my mouth to stop me making any noise.

"you know, I'm starting to think you might be enjoying my hand over your mouth, but I do think I know where you'd prefer it." he whispered into my ear, fingertips travelling from my lips to my neck, "oh, Bite me, George." I joke quietly, "if you insist." he murmurs in response, lips moving to place a prominent hickey to my neck, marking me for all to see. "On Godric, George, I hope you dont get us caught." He laughs into my neck before spinning me around, "I think it'll be you who needs to watch out for getting us caught, Sunshine, why not keep those pretty moans for my ears only?" his words make me blush as he tucks my hair behind my ears, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

We stumble into the common room, drunk off of each other's laughter and high off the thrill of evading detection so late in the evening, walking over to the group who are sat around the fire "Take it that you're on good terms then," Fred points out as George rests an arm on my shoulder, "I'll take those galleons then, Ron." Ginny laughs, as Ron reluctantly hands over the money, "maybe next time don't go for such an obvious place on poor Y/N's neck, Big brother" Rolling his eyes he pulls you down to join his siblings, Harry and Hermionie. "Well, well, Gin, looks like you're finally learning how to win a bet, Freddie and I have taught you well," George laughs, "Hard luck, Ronniekins, you'll win one soon." Fred adds. "Shut up." Ron scoffs, chucking a pillow at his older brother, causing the siblings to fill the common room with laugher once again.

#weasleysflowr300wc #george weasley #fred and george #george weasley fic #george weasley x reader #harry potter #weasley twins #fred weasley #ginger hair #george weasley fluff #harry potter fic #hp writing

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williamzskeychdump · 4 years

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Okok serious time.

Can we PLEASE stop sexualizing the boys??

I swear to God everytime I see a dteam video or post someone is sayin something like "oH gErOgE iS sUcH A bOTtOm aNd dReAm aNd sNaP aRe sUcH tOpS hEhE" Or "oH wE aLL kNoE dReAm iS pAcKiN" Like wtflip?? First of all that's creepy as heck dude why do you care about someone's genitals? Second, and I cannot stress this enough, They are not your fetish toys. pLEASE stop treating them like it.

Secondly, Shipping is fun and all don't get me wrong, I like dnf, but forcing it on them and making nsfw remarks is not okay at all >:( I know they said it's fine but common guys I really don't what another "Phan" Scandel happening again. I have yet to meet a toxic shipper here on Tumblr, but JESUS CHRIST they are everywhere on Twitter/tiktok/insta. Respect ships while also respecting who you ship! (also, please don't ship clay and george, ship dream and georgenotfound because shipping real people is nasty >:v )

Finally, we should really address the minors in the community. I myself am a Minor and I know a lot of people here are minors as well. I know we all love dream gerorge and sap, but sexualizing them is not only gross but against the law. Please keep in mind they are FULL GROWN MEN. and most of the people thirsting over them are CHILDREN. I know like hormones and stuff but please take that stuff elsewhere and not to the dteam or the muffintires. I'm pretty sure if you were a YouTuber with a young audience you would be extremely uncomfortable with having people half your age thirst over you :(

TL;DR: Please don't sexualize the dteam especially if your underage because it's weird and gross

Thank u for reading, les make this fandom a lil more wholesom please :)

#dream team #george #georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #geroge #gerogenotfound #dreamnotfound #sapnap #badboyhalo #sorry for the rant #i love everyone here #but lets all chill #on the sexualizing #thank you <3

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lostinaseaoffictionalbliss · 5 years

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Beauty & The Werewolf Chapter 5

Summary: Nuria reminisces on her time with Remus, the Weasley twins “help her”, and Remus asks her a question

Pairing: Remus x pudgy!OC

Warnings: none I can think of

Word Count: 1278

Remus hadn't been lying to Nuria when he said she was going to be sore. The next morning when she woke up she did ache. It wasn't anything unbearable and the soreness between her legs reminded her exactly how good he had made her feel. She blushed lightly thinking about it. She couldn't believe what had transpired. Remus liked her. Her! And he had gently and tenderly took her virginity. She had never thought such a thing was possible. If it wasn't for the soreness she felt and the marks on her collarbones and chest she would think it had been a dream.

As she got dressed and ready for the day she looked over the marks and smiled sheepishly. They were a lovely reminder of last night's escapades. She did her best to cover them up, but she couldn't hide her slight limp. Remus had really done a number on her, but she loved every second of it.

Nuria was making her way down the halls humming happily to herself when she felt two sets of arms grab hers.

“Well if it isn't the most beautiful professor in Hogwarts.”

“I don't know Fred. I'd say most beautiful professor in the world.”

“Right you are Gerorge.”

Nuria looked at the Weasley twins curiously. “Is there something I can help you boys with.

“Well you see…”

“Fred and I were hoping to help you. We noticed that limp of yours and how you're smiling and we just know that…

“A certain handsome older professor is to blame.”

Nuria blushed and stopped her walking looking to her feet. “Don't know what you're talking about,” she mumbled shyly.

“You do, but that's not the point. Everyone is going to notice and the jokes will be pretty bad. We want to help you out,” George said.

Nuria sighed and looked at the twins curiously. “What did you two have in mind?” She knew how mischievous they could be and it worried her just a little.

“We had a prank planned for the Slytherins this morning all you have to do is…”

“Get caught in it and say you got hurt. Everyone will think it's our fault and you can go about your day.” Fred smiled at her. He and George thought their plan was brilliant.

Nuria didn't like the plan, it sounded like something she should be stopping, but instead she went along with it. As the twins set up their prank she pretended to get caught up in it and fall down some stairs. She even let out a realistic scream. She docked 10 points from Gryffindor, winked at the boys and headed toward the great hall.

Remus smiled as he saw Nuria come in. She looked absolutely stunning. He watched her walk toward him and noticed the slight limp, a sense of pride feeling him knowing he had fucked her well enough she was limping. When she took her seat beside him, he rested his hand on her thigh and rubbed softly.

A blush instantly colored Nuria's cheeks. “What are you doing? Anyone could see you. I already had to pretend to get tripped up by the Weasleys’ prank to hide my limp,” she whispered.

Remus chuckled softly and turned his head toward her just a little. “As long as you don't act like anything is going on no one will notice. But to answer your question I wanted to touch you. You're mine and I'm allowed to do that.” He had wanted to feel her hot flesh under his hands since the moment he woke up. She filled most of his thoughts. After having her, tasting her, claiming her, she absolutely consumed him. It was hard for him to focus on anything else. All he could think about was getting her back to his room and doing it all over again. But he didn't want to overwhelm her and he didn't want her thinking that's all this was.

No, Nuria meant more than that to him. Remus saw her as much more than a warm place to put his cock. He thought her kind, sweet, a really special girl who deserved to be loved and cared for. While he didn't think he was the right man to give her a future due to his monthly problem, he thought he could at least show her how a real man takes care of a woman. Then when she met the right guy, the one who could give her a good life, she would know how she was supposed to be treated. If he could give her nothing else this school year, he intended to at least give her a lot of happy memories.

Nuria thought over what he had said and it made her smile sheepishly. It was still hard for her to believe that Remus wanted her, but he did. Not only had he wanted her enough to be intimate with her last night, he was touching her leg now and talking of her being his. She honestly thought she was living someone else's life right now. How did the shy, chubby, Hufflepuff land Remus Lupin? It had to all be a dream. But then she felt Rowena climb up her shoulder and chirp at Remus and she knew it wasn't a dream. Somehow this was her life.

“You can touch me whenever you want, Da...Remus. I don't mind. I just don't want everyone mocking me. I worry about the jokes the students will make should they find out about us,” she admitted.

Remus shook his head. “Fear not Nuria. Should they try to mock you they'll be punished for it. You're a beautiful woman and I'm lucky to call you mine. Don't ever think so little of yourself. You have a beauty that should be flaunted.” He rubbed her knee tenderly before giving it a soft squeeze. Every word he spoke was the absolute truth. Just because she wasn't skinny didn't mean she wasn't beautiful. He actually thought it added to her beauty. The way she filled out clothes, her sexy curves, her deliciously grabbable ass...he shifted in his seat and had to think of other things.

Nuria looked up at Remus with that same innocence she always had. “I'll try not to. It's just hard not to believe the bad stuff people say. You hear it long enough and you start to think it's the truth.” And that was what had happened with her. The entire time she was in school she was told she was fat, that no man would want someone like her. No man would ever look her way. Not when there were prettier girls, skinnier girls for them to chase after. For seven years she was bullied, even after school she still heard it, even if it wasn't as frequent. It made it hard for her not to believe it.

However Remus was slowly chipping away at that insecurity. He was starting to help her see her true worth. She wasn't quite there yet, it would take more time, but if he kept things up then he would eventually manage to convince her, she was beautiful.

Remus took a bite of his breakfast and watched her as she ate hers. Even doing that she looked beautiful to him. “Come with me to Hogsmeade next week. We can go wherever you want.”

“Like a date?” Nuria asked. Did he really want people to see them together? She was a little shocked despite everything he had told her, but she was also happy. He actually wanted to be seen on a date with her.

“Yes like a date.”

“I would love to go, Remus.”

#Remus #Remus Lupin #Remus X OC #Remus Lupin X OC #Remus Lupin fanfiction #Remus fanfiction #Remus smut #daddy!Remus #daddy!Remus Lupin #Remus Lupin smut #Remus x Nuria #Remus Lupin x Nuria #Beauty & The Werewolf #Fred Weasley #George Weasley

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smartest-of-them-all · 5 years

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K so I’ve been tagged in this get-to-know-me-ooc thing by a shit ton of people so here we go

Pretty much, you answer these 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know more. So yeah. Don’t get too excited.

Nickname: Don’t really have one, unless you count all the weird variations of Annabeth the rp has come up with(I don’t)

Zodiac: Cancer, same as Annabeth

Height: 5’6

Last move you saw: Pretty Woman

Last thing I googled: Arson definition

Favorite musician: MCR, FOB, P!ATD, Green Day, musicals, and the occasional pop song

Song stuck in my head: Michael in the Bathroom (I love you Gerorge Salazar)

Blogs: @barely-mediocre-at-best is my main and @im-the-dad-friend is my Sander Side one

Do I get asks: Yeah, and if you send me asks I love you(except if it’s spam (Luke, Leo, Hermione, I’m lookin at you))

Followers: 782(thank you for that by the way)

Amount of sleep: 5-6 hours a night

Lucky number: 23 and 12

What I’m wearing: Black pants that look like jeans but actually aren’t, a Fall Out Boy t-shirt I got for Christmas, and a huge blue sweatshirt I stole from my dad

Dream job: Broadway actress

Dream trip: Europe

Favorite food: Ok so lately it’s been raspberries and black olives. Not together but those two foods are amazing and I love them. Also give me Ice Cream and I will forever love you.

Play an instrument: Yeah, I’ve been playing violin since I was 5, I played snare in band for 5 years and then stopped, and I sing if that counts

Languages: English and a bit of Spanish

Favorite song: how dare you make me choose? There’s a whole bunch that I love, but if I had to choose, Welcome to the Black Parade and Hey There, Delilah.

Random fact: I have ADHD and ADD and I like LEGOS(and I will continue to love them so screw you society, they are for all ages)

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: Big sweatshirts and fuzzy socks, comfy arm chair, sheets of music folded into flowers, rich purple tones, beanies and long hair, dark lipstick on a mouth that’s almost always smiling, simple jewelry that you wear all the time but is still beautiful

Cool thanks for reading. Umm I guess I’ll tag

@eat-more-cereal-cowards

@hera-queen-of-the-gods

@big-boi-zeus

@ivan0124

@just-calypso

@not-your-thoth

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deepromotions-blog · 7 years

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gladyssflores-blog1 · 7 years

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Historia de la moda 80s.

Consumismo.

Opulencia.

Éxito.

Prestigio.

Lujo falso.

Se le llamo el siglo de oro.

Se viralizo la cirugía plástica.

Se creó la industria de mercadotecnia.

Los yuppies significaba Young urban professionals.

Yuppies

Su lema era trabajar duro y jugar duro.

Industria de la publicidad.

Empezaron a sacar las cosas a credio y despilfarraron el dinero.

Utilizaban chaquetas de hombros anchos.

Pusieron de moda la chaqueta barbour.

Ball gowns

Drees for sucess.

Las mujeres empezaron a entrar a la fuerza de trabajo.

Era muy usado traer tenis para trasladarse a sus trabajos y ya en el trabajo se ponían sus zapatos altos de marca.

POWER DRESSING.

Look sastreado.

Sacos de hombros muy anchos.

Cintura ceñida.

Aplicaciones.

Su versión de gala era con pedrería, bordados.

Serie (dynasty, dallas).

Accesorios eran muy grandes y combinados.

Las mujeres empezaron a usar cravat, listones, chales, aretes enormes, bolso chanel y LV.

Sombreros, medias decoradas, usar la misma gama de color el todo el vestuario.

Neo romántico.

Evolución del punk prefabricado.

Extravagancia sartorialista.

Todo era extravagante y brilloso.

Listones terciopelo y encaje.

Esta moda era muy ostentosa, andrógina y flamboyante.

Seguía siendo futurista pero de Hollywood moda militar y exótica.

(boy gerorge, Adam and the ants, El vestido de novia de Lady D).

Deportivo informal.

High end deportivo.

Jumpers.

Duffle coats.

Lacoste, polo.

Bufandas de cashmere.

Burberry trench.

TRainers.

Adidas.

Pumas Nike.

Avant garde japonés.

Deconstrucción intelectual de lo que estaba sucediendo.

Ir en contra de la moda que estaba sucediendo.

Post punk.

Oversice.

Rei kawakubo.

Yohji yamamoto

Modelos sin maquillaje y despeinadas.

Prendas rasgadas sin relación a la forma del cuerpo.

Siluetas inusiales.

Colores monocromáticos.

Issey Miyake.

Look de pordiosero.

Glam metal(74-89).

Glam rock o glitter rock.

Evolución del art, punk, glam, peacock.

Influencia para el neo romántico.

Colores estridentes, plataformas, maquillaje.

def leppard, motley crue, poison, new yorck dolls.

Queen.

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george-the-boy · 8 years

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#boy gerorge #80's #80s #braids #culture #culture club #fashion #makeup

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wandsandwheezes · 4 years

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Numb | G.W

angst and fluff my loves Gerorge x Slytherin!Reader

TW // mentions of depression (not explicitly but it's there) and violence

@wand3ringr0s3 is such a massive inspiration for writing this, her fics are a top tier and have given me the insensitive to start writing again after convincing myself that I couldn't write for shit ❤️

Flashback in italics

The sounds of delicate raindrops echo across the surface of the black lake, grey clouds rolling across the sky. The regular sound of British rainfall would usually be the soundtrack to my evening study sessions, but as I'm standing out in the rain, cold droplets rolling down my face and settling on the surface layer of my hair, which is becoming more and more drenched, I feel my soul pour out of my eyes with an intense stare into nothingness. Numb. That's the only way to describe how I currently feel, my head is empty and my thoughts are vacant. You'd think that after years of being told that I didn't belong, that I am a disgrace to my house, A Mudblood, unpure and unwanted, that I'd just get over the charming nickname but every time useless gits like Lucas throw it my way I'm sent back here to Numb City - population; me. I remember the gasps and shock as the sorting hat was placed on my head for not even a moment before I was sorted into Slytherin, from that moment on I was the joke of my year, not even the Weasley Twins could one up me for a laugh, and god did they try.

"You're gonna catch a cold if you stand out in this rain any longer." the first glimpse of any feeling all day corsed through my veins just in the way that he spoke. A tall firey haired boy stood with his arms crossed just a few metres away from me and out of the corner of my eye I can see him frowning. "what are you doing here, George?" I ask quietly, voice hoarse with the little speech today, "I didn't see you at meals this morning and at first I thought you were busy but when i couldn't spot you at dinner- I just got worried... " he was looking at the floor now, standing awkwardly at his confession, George Weasley was the one person in all of Hogwarts that showed any care towards me.

My tear strained cheeks were the adorning feature of my sad face, buried between my knees as I choke down my sobs, which no matter how hard I try to silence them, will carry throughout the stone halls. The feeling of a warm hand gently resting on my arm forces me to look up at a baby faced red haired boy, his soft voice spoke to me "Mum always told me to be there for those who need it the most, and you look like you could use a friend right now." Taking a deep breath, I wipe the tears off my warm cheeks and apologise lowly to the boy who is now sat next to me. "The name's George by the way, and you must be Y/N, you know, I personally think that Lucas was a right git for calling you that horrible name infront of the whole class... If you want, I can convince Freddie to help me give the sod a rat's tail, will teach him for being such a-" I giggle a little as i sniffle my nose, cutting the boy off "don't get yourself expelled for me, George" he shakes his head wrapping his arm around me, "I'd be doing the school a favour either way, just say the word and I'll hex him into next week"

Before I could let any more tears fall from my cheeks, I'm pulled into George's chest, his hand gently stroking my hair, as his other arm wraps around my waist. Safe. I finally feel safe, not that George was my boyfriend or anything, I doubt he'd want to be, but he has been standing up for me since the day he found me crying in the halls, Much to his family's and house's dismay, he truly has stuck by me through the toughest and easiest days.

"let's get you out of this miserable weather, yeah?" George apparates us to his dorm room, pulling me to the stool infront of the roaring fire. He leaves me for a moment to search his drawers for something, walking over with a pile of clothes, "here, change into this and come meet me in the common room" I see his maroon and gold quidditch sweater, be placed infront of me "I can't wear this, George!" he laughs a little "Please, I insist, I know the chaser in you is seething but its the warmest thing I own." I shake my head and stand up to peel my rain drenched robes off of my cold body, George turns to leave the room, walking towards the door, speaking quickly before he shuts it behind him, "Besides, you have no idea how good it'll look on you"

I was stunned, surely he didn't mean it like that, but more in one of those playful joking ways, because there is no way that a man as brilliant as George Weasley could ever fall in love with someone like me. My small feet pad down the stairs, the smell of cinnamon and burnt wood whirling around my nostrils as I see George curled up infront of the fire. I sit on the sofa in front of him and send him a small but genuine smile, to which he responds with a gentle laugh, "I told you, you'd look good in it" with that the thoughts were back, and i couldn't help but blush, looing away for a few moments before his voice draws me back to his eyes once more, "I'll always protect you, you know that, right?" he was running his fingers over his now bruising knuckles, avoiding my gaze. I scan over his red knuckles and pull myself off the sofa so that I'm sat on my knees in front of him and for once I'm the one taking his hands in my own. "Oh George, what have you done?" I ask brushing his hair out of his eyes, "I knocked Lucas out, he was standing around laughing about how he was going to throw a bludger at you so hard that he'll knock the mudb-" I cut him off, "why would you do something as stupid as that, George?" laughing a little, bringing his hand to my lips and pressing a small kiss to his knuckles. "Because I love you so much that the thought of anyone ever hurting you makes me so mad inside that I can't let it ever happen."

I don't think I heard that right, I must just be imagining that he could have ever said the words I've been needing to hear, someone to love me. It must have been minutes because seconds didn't feel right when i was staring into his beautiful eyes. "please say something" he whispers, his hand moving to gently cup my cheek as I smile at him, my brain failing to process any words, I was just nodding, leaning into his touch and before I knew it our lips were connected in a soft but loving kiss, my fingertips moving to tangle in his hair as I bring myself closer to him. In that moment everything felt right. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. "That was definitely saying something." George laughs as he peppers kisses over my cheeks. "however this new relationship may make game days a little... Interesting to say the least, that is if you'll be mine?" by this point I'm grinning from ear to ear, I shake my head connecting our lips once again for a more passionate kiss, when we pull away I trail little kisses to whisper in his ear. "I'll be yours on one condition, Weasley, no going soft on the pitch just because I'm your girlfriend" He laughs, grabbing you by your hips and pinning you underneath him. "That's tough talk, Princess, especially for a girl in a Griffindor Sweater"

#George Weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley fic #slytherin #harry potter #fred and george #fred weasley #weasley twins

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