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These Dreams

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Mature

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

What is it About? While unwinding at a bar, things get a little bit awkward, a little bit silly, and A LOT flirty when Mulder asks Scully about her dreams.

Read it: “Nightmare on Elm Street makes a good point,” Mulder remarked as his hand dove into the bowl of nuts that had probably been sitting on the bar all week. “Dream demons aren’t talked about enough.”

He tossed a handful of peanuts in his mouth, watching Scully’s eyebrow arch. “Dream demons?”

“Yeah,” he responded before chasing the nuts with a swig of beer. “You know, like Freddy Krueger.”

“I don’t know, Mulder. I think dream demons have been talked about quite enough. How many movies have they made now? Six?”

“Seven,” he corrected a little too quickly.

He could tell Scully was biting back a smirk, concealing it behind a sip of beer. God, she made him work for everything. His theories. His opinions. Even the little smiles he managed to provoke. He couldn’t get enough of those. It’s why he hurled one-liners and puns at her like a professional baseball player—just to see her lips curve and her eyes sparkle.

He flagged down the bartender and ordered them another round of beers, their third of the night. Two was normally their limit. It was enough to relax without the boundaries getting too blurry—or maybe anymore blurry was the better way to put it. He was already sitting too close to her, their knees brushing with each swivel of their stools. And he’d already tucked a strand of hair behind her ear for no other reason than because she let him.

The bartender returned, setting their drinks down with a clink. His first sip traveled directly to his head; his second officially had him buzzed. After a moment, he turned to her. “Do you dream, Scully?”

“Everyone dreams, just not everyone can recall their dreams,” she said. “It’s pretty interesting, actually. Some people dream entirely in third-person, others in first-person. There are other people who only dream in black and white. While his ethics were certainly questionable, Freud theorized…”

He was trying to pay attention. He really was. But she was on a Scully tangent. The type that turned her blue eyes sharp and laser focused. Her cheeks were flushed from the beer or maybe from her annoyance with him. Either way, she looked beautiful, and he couldn’t help but zero in on her lips. They seemed so perfect, so pillowy, he wanted to—”

“Mulder, are you even listening to me?”

Her voice cut through the thickening fog of desire like a knife. Fuck. She’d busted him. “Of course I am,” he responded anyway.

He wasn’t listening, Scully realized.

His gaze had been cloudy, unfocused. Even now, he could barely hold her stare.

Why were they even at this bar? They’d justified getting drinks as a celebration for wrapping a difficult case. They seemed to do that a lot lately. It made it easier to ignore the fact it was a Friday night. That it could be a date—or something like it—if they were normal people. If they weren’t perched on stools still in their work clothes with FBI badges hidden in their suit jackets and a metal chip buried in her neck.

His eyes shifted to her lips again, jumpstarting her heart. The third beer may have been a mistake. In fact, she was sure of it, so she stubbornly pushed onward like it was the best idea they’d ever had.

“What did I say then?” she challenged.

That seemed to get his attention. His eyes snapped to hers. “Weren’t you rambling on about how much you love the Nightmare on Elm Street movies… all seven of them.”

The smirk he cast would have made her knees wobble if she wasn’t already sitting. “Shut up, Mulder.”

“You never answered my question, Scully,” he said. “Do you dream?”

“I do.”

“What do you dream about?”

“I don’t know. I don’t keep a dream journal.” Heat began to creep into her cheeks. She prayed Mulder wouldn’t notice, and if he did, hopefully, he’d attribute it to the alcohol. She took a pull of her beer just in case.

“Do you ever dream about me?”

She nearly spit out her drink. Images of Dream Mulder swirled through her mind. How many times had she conjured fantasies of his lips against hers? How many times had his hands slipped beneath the elastic of her pants only for her to jolt awake sweaty and swollen with want?

“Of course I do,” she began, hoping the tremor in her voice didn’t sound quite as dramatic to him as it did to her. “You’re my partner, which makes you an important part of my life. It’s only logical that you’d pop up in my dreams once in a while.” Or almost every night, she thought.

His lips quirked into a smile. “What do we do in these dreams of yours, Agent Scully?”

“I don’t know, Mulder. We do… stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Yeah, like hunt monsters or file paperwork or… I don’t know. You’re putting me on the spot here.”

“File paperwork,” he chuckled. His attention turned to the bottle cradled in his hands, and for one hopeful moment, she thought he’d lost interest in their conversation. That she’d managed to wiggle her way out of revealing that she thought of him as anything other than platonic. But it wasn’t like Mulder to let a topic go, and his eyes found hers again.

“Do you ever have dirty dreams?”

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venus-spice · 2 years

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hiiii!!! i luv luv luv ur security breach hcs sm!! :> can i ask 4 sum hcs for the glamrocks (+ sun and moon if u can) w/ a dense or oblivious reader?? soz 4 the anon req im kinda shy abt requests whwjdbdj

Glam Rocks + Sun & Moon with an Oblivious S/O

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Freddy:

- Literally an angel. Super patient with you, and takes the time to explain things if you don’t understand. Likes to teach you things!! It’s an excuse reason to talk to you.

- NEVER pokes fun at you, and if anyone else does he’s on it in a second. He protects you, and will lead you away from the stranger(s) before gently explaining your mistake. If you do something right, there's immediate praise!

- if it applies to feelings; I imagine Freddy’s not much better, and could be equally as oblivious. He’s not great with catching on to his own feelings, so if you aren’t there to confirm or to show you're interested, he’ll remain confused.

- the rest of the Glamrocks would probably have to subtly spell it out to you because it would get unbearable to see you dance around each other.

Monty:

- Absolutely an ass about it, or at least first. He was labeled the dumb one early on in the group, so having another idiot to make fun of is great!

- However, once he realizes it makes you uncomfortable, he stops almost completely. He understands first hand how frustrating it can be to not understand things- and that taking out his bitterness on you isn't healthy.

- He will occasionally make fun of you, but only if it makes you laugh. If anyone else tries, they’ll get and ear-full. Only he is allowed to make fun of you. He doesn't like seeing others make you squirm.

- He’ll go near insane if your oblivious to his advances. He hates saying his feelings how they are, so if you are unaffected by his flirtatious pick-up lines, it'll be near impossible for him to confess. He'll do it anyway- but that's not to say it won't be difficult for him.

Chica:

- Occasional teasing, but it's always friendly. She rarely gets annoyed with you, and when she does she's quick to apologize and help explain what you don't understand. She tries her best to be as patient and kind with you as she can!

- She doesn't really know how to teach things to you, but sometimes she'll set up little "study halls"- which really end up turning into dates. Food, drink, and the internet at your finger tips as you jump from biology to dumb cat videos.

- If anyone makes fun of you, she goes feral. How dare they make fun of her cupcake. She'll scare them off, before fawning over you and inviting you on a date to make up for it!

- If you're oblivious her to feelings, Chica literally doesn't care. She's probably the most forward with/understands the most out of her "honest" feelings compared to the rest of the Glamrocks, so when she feels like confessing she'll just spell it out for you.

Roxanne:

- Probably makes fun of you at the beginning of your relationship, or before she really knows you. It never comes from a malicious place, but more from her own insecurity. But, the more she gets to know you, her patience with you begins to grow.

- After realizing how uncomfortable you became when she made fun of you, she was slow to apologize but quick to stop. Roxy rarely makes fun of you after, not until you tell her your alright with a little teasing (and even after that she's pretty reluctant).

- If someone else teases you, she doesn't handle it up front, but later she'll approach them and tell them to back off aggressively. After realizing how uneasy you became when people you knew make fun of you, she knows that strangers are never in their right to pick on you. She will never tolerate that.

- if you are oblivious to her feelings for you; she'll freak out. She despises talking about her feelings, so even a very simple confession is hard work for her. If you can't see through that... it will take a while for her to work up the courage to say it with her full chest. Of course, that's only if you don't beat her to it.

Sun:

- Sundrop is a strange animatronic who spends most of his day supervising children under 8 and containing himself from making multiple portraits with glitter glue...I seriously doubt he's any less dense than you are.

- Definitely doesn't make fun of you, in fact he adores the fact your so ignorant! That means both of you can do chaotic things together without a care, and with little rationality. You two are a wild, stupid duo that no one wants to mess with.

- If someone makes fun of you for it, he either remedies it by turning the attention to his own stupidity, or simply complimenting you as a counter. If he's feeling particularly cranky he might defend you, but he's more focused on bringing your smile back than reprimanding a stranger.

- Much like Chica, he could care less if you're clueless to his feelings for you. He'll be incredibly upfront, and will say it plainly if needed. He likes you! Why should he wait to tell you?

Moon:

- Moon isn't very verbal, and incredibly patient. As long as you are healthy and safe, he will be as kind and relaxed as ever. He's definitely more mentally adept compared to Sun, but is equally indifferent.

- Really likes to talk to you in private or in your down time, and if you ask him questions he is happy to go over them! He likes watching your face change as he talks. If you want to dig deeper into the subject, he'll read books on it before bed!

- Never made or makes fun of you. Finds it pointless- it's not worth making you feel bad about something you can't control. If anyone else does, he will politely pull them aside. They will not speak to you again after that.

- If you are oblivious to his feelings, he will be stuck for a while. As much as he would love to confess to you, you seem to be in your own world (one thing he really loves about you, ironically). Eventually he'll work up the courage to confess, but you'll have to wait a second.

#glamrock freddy x reader #glamrock chica x reader #glamrock monty x reader #glamrock roxy x reader #glamrock roxanne #glamrock freddy #fnaf glamrock chica #glamrock monty #sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #fnaf sundrop #fnaf moondrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf headcanons #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf

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multifandomfanficss · 2 years

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I Hate Horror Movies

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

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Prompt: Despite hating horror movies, you watch one while you’re home alone. You sit alone and afraid until your boyfriend, Adrian Chase comes home to comfort you.

Warnings: Fear, Spoilers for Extraterrestrial with Freddie Stroma

A/N: I know this one is a little niche, but I wrote it one night after watching a horror movie that Freddie Stroma was in called Extraterrestrial. Enjoy! 👽🧜‍♂️

You were sat on the couch with your knees to your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The only light in the room was the lamp and you didn’t dare get up to turn any other lights on. You were frozen. You sat alone in the dimly lit room where the only sound you could hear was the ticking of a nearby clock. You were truly shocked. It was supposed to be movie night with your boyfriend, but he had been called out on a mission. Being Vigilante was a lot of late nights and cancelled dates, but you didn’t mind because you loved Adrian and he was helping to save the world. Instead of cancelling the date altogether he told you to go ahead and start a movie without him. He would be back for the second movie. While flipping through streaming services you searched the name of one of your favorite actors. You didn’t think twice before clicking on some horror movie he was in about a group of friends, aliens, and government coverups. This was a mistake. You didn’t normally like horror movies, but you decided to tough it out for the actor. You thought it would be less scary to see a familiar face, but on top of the movie being scary it was also incredibly gorey. You weren’t stupid. You knew your boyfriend was out on the town killing bad guys every night, but this was different. It wasn’t just a stab or a throat slash, there were guts and exposed brains and so much more you couldn’t bare to recount. At one point in the movie you almost threw up as you watched the aliens experiment on one of the friends.

The door handle jiggled breaking you from your thoughts. You knew the only one with a spare key to your apartment was Adrian, but you still worried about what was going to come through that door. You tightened your grip around your knees. You looked at the door with wide eyes, unable to move like a deer in headlights. The door opened painfully slow to reveal a masked figure stepping inside. He pulled off his mask and flipped on the lights.

“Hey, how was the movie? I think I have the second one picked out. Well my first, your second-” Adrian stops, turning to you and observing the state you’re in.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. He approaches you and you flinch before he sits down next to you, pulling you into his lap and you relax into him. It felt good to have him home, to not be alone. You don’t answer him. You forget he asked a question in the first place. You just curl up into him and breathe in his comforting scent.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks softly.

“I hate horror movies.” You say quietly.

“Yeah. Duh. I know that.” He says very matter of factly.

“Well I didn’t think it would be that bad. It had that actor I like in it, but I was so very wrong.” You tell him.

“Please tell me it’s not British guy again.” He says seeming tired of him.

“Why? Are you jealous?” You ask.

“Of course not. You totally only like him because he looks like me.” He says, very confidently. You look at him and squint.

“I don’t see it.” You crack a smile.

“Oh my God… what’s that in the window?” He asks. You whip your head to the window and see there’s nothing there. You punch your boyfriend in the arm.

“Adrian!” You scold him. He just laughs.

“Kidding! What was the movie about anyway?” He asks.

“Aliens…” you say quietly. He gives a small chuckle.

“You realize my second job is literally killing evil aliens, right?” He asks. You nod.

“But these were worse.” You tell him.

“How could they be any worse than butterflies?” He asks.

“They experiment on people, Adrian.” You explain.

“And butterflies kill you instantly!” He argues.

“Are you trying to freak me out even more?!” You question him. You lay your head on his chest and he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I’m sorry.” He starts. He kisses you on the forehead before tilting your head up for your eyes to meet his.

“(Y/N), I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you. I’d do anything to keep you safe.” He says before kissing you on the lips. The kiss is warm and sweet. You guess if you had to date anyone you were pretty lucky you were dating a superhero. You lay like that for a while until it becomes obvious you won’t be watching another movie.

“I’m tired. Will you stay the night?” You ask him.

“(Y/N), I’d sleep in my suit with a knife under the pillow if it made you feel safer.” He offers. You know he isn’t even joking.

“I don’t need Vigilante to protect me. I just need you: my Adrian.” You tell him. He nods and smiles at you. He didn’t need to be some big scary superhero. Although it helped, just being himself was enough. You stand up, getting a glass of water and heading to the bedroom. You change into shorts and a tee shirt while Adrian changes out of his suit. He takes a little longer, but joins you in the cold, empty bed, filling it up with his warmth. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you to him. You turn to face him for a kiss before laying your head on his chest. You drift off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the feeling of his chest going up and down from his breathing.

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onetwothreefarkle · 2 years

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PLEASE go off about the parallel arcs in iCarly, I never noticed them and I am fascinated

Alright, so it took me some time to organize my thoughts here, so I’m sorry about the wait! It turns out I have a lot to say. You made the mistake of sending this ask to a former English major, so this has turned into a bit of an essay. To make it hopefully easier to digest, I’ve divided this up into three parts. Part one is going to be a more general overview of the parallels between them, part two is going to look at specific episodes that serve to emphasize these parallels, and part three is where I attempt to tie it all together and make some kind of point here.

Under a cut, because it got seriously long.

Part One:

This first bit is pretty obvious, I think, but I’m saying it anyway. Sam and Freddie both come from dysfunctional single-parent households. The show loves to point out their dysfunction whenever it can, to wringe comedy from it. It’s different for each of them, of course. For Sam, her father abandoned her, and she is neglected by her mother, and as we see in iSam’s Mom, Pam Puckett is verbally and physically abusive. For Freddie, his father is never mentioned, and his mother is controlling and emotionally abusive, restricting every aspect of his life and violating his bodily autonomy in the name of “taking care of him”—Marissa’s behavior may not come across as blatantly toxic as Pam’s, but trust me, it is.

Sam and Freddie also deal with their home lives in very similar ways. First, and most obviously, they both run away. It’s a running joke that they’re always at the Shays’ apartment. Just think about that for a moment. They both spend as much time as they possibly can away from their homes, at the end of the day, neither of them wants to go home. In this way, iCarly becomes an escape for both of them and in some ways a lifeline. The Shay apartment is a safe space for them, where they are free from their dysfunctional home lives.

The other coping mechanism they share is obbsessive behavior. For Freddie, it’s technology. For Sam, it’s food. They throw themselves into their respective interests/hobbies, building their personalities around them. I think for both of them these intense interests are reflective of their dysfunctional upbringings. Marissa is obsessive and controlling, and Freddie is interested in technology and videography—tools that can be linked to surveillance and control. On top of that, the internet is a way for Freddie to have freedom while trapped inside, given the scope of what one can do online. Sam, on the other hand, is obsessed with food, and it seems to me this comes from her mother's neglect. At one point, we see the lunch Pam packs Sam for school, and it’s a brown paper bag with batteries in it. Sam, who doesn’t always know if her mom is going to be able to feed her, eats as much as she can elsewhere.

But the parallels between Sam and Freddie don’t end with their parents. They also share similar social issues. Neither one is particularly well-liked outside of Carly. Freddie is a nerd and a geek, especially early on, and Sam is intimidating and aggressive. For both of them, you can count the number of friends they have on one hand. Sure, Freddie is in a lot of clubs, but we only see those characters every once in a while, when it’s convenient for the plot of an episode, so I doubt that Freddie is particularly close with them. They’re not the kind of people who would be popular if it wasn’t for iCarly.

And this affects their romantic relationships, too. Unlike Carly, who is shown easily flirting with boys and going on dates, Sam and Freddie seem to have worse luck when it comes to relationships. This is probably most exemplified by the reveal in iKiss that neither of them has kissed anyone, something that not only surprises Carly, but is presented as being embarrassing and shameful within the internal logic of the show. The expectation is that by their age, they would’ve kissed someone, and they’re behind their peers, behind Carly.

And this leads us very nicely into part two of this analysis, where I’m looking at specific episodes. (I put iKiss in part one because the other episodes are pairs, rather than singular episodes that parallel them)

Part 2:

I’m going to do this in chronological order, which means starting with season one, episode nine, iWill Date Freddie. In this episode, Freddie dates a girl named Valerie. At first, she seems to really like him, but by the end of the episode, it becomes clear that she is only using him. Valerie wants to create her own web show to compete with iCarly. It frames Freddie as someone who wouldn’t be able to get a real date. This episode is also important because it features the first moment where we see Freddie standing up for himself, when he feels underapperciated by Sam and Carly, which I will touch on more later.

Sam’s parallel episode is season one, episode fifteen, iHate Sam’s Boyfriend. Sam dates Jonah, who I think genuinely likes her a lot, and she likes him a lot, so much so that she begins to blow off iCarly to spend time with him. By the end of the episode, it becomes obvious that Jonah is kind of a tool, especially when he tries to kiss Carly. The episode frames Sam as someone who attracts obnoxious guys, and as someone who is always going to be in Carly’s shadow romantically.

Both of these season one episodes are about basically the same thing at their core: dating someone who turns out not to be what you thought they were, and showing Freddie and Sam as two people who have bad luck when it comes to romance.

I already talked about iKiss, but I think it’s worth mentioning again because it really does show just how much they have in common. The episode didn’t have to be written the way it was, and I think every choice they made was extremely deliberate. When Sam and Freddie talk on the balcony, once Sam has apologized, and Freddie realizes that Sam wasn’t lying when she said she’d never kissed anyone, they share a moment of complete understanding. Despite their apparent differences, they’re struggling with the same social pressures, and the same loneliness, if we’re being perfectly honest. And they both come up with the same solution to it, at the same time. It’s a really beautiful moment of vulnerability, and it comes from their similarities being made explicit.

I’ve talked a lot about their romantic relationships in this section, so it’s time to get back to those dysfunctional home lives, which we get some parallel episodes about later in the show. First, in season three, we get iMove Out, so named because Freddie moves out. He reaches his limit with Marissa’s controlling and overbearing nature, and he gets his own apartment. Sort of. The resolution of the episode is that he agrees to move back in, if she agrees to give him more freedoms. And in season 4, we get iSam’s Mom, an episode where Sam gets so fed up with Pam and her neglect and abuse that she moves in with the Shays. The episode ends with Carly taking Sam and Pam to therapy and trying to get them to work out their issues.

Both of these episodes show the characters eventually forgiving their parents, because this is a sitcom, and the status quo must always be achieved by the end of the episode. But both episodes also showcase the toxicity of Marissa and Pam very well, and show that Sam and Freddie both want the same thing: escape. The difference is that Sam seeks stability (the shays) and Freddie seeks freedom at any cost (his tiny horrible apartment). It’s the balance of their similarities and their differences that creates such an interesting and complex dynamic.

But why does any of this matter? Who cares if Sam and Freddie have all these parallels? Why am I reading so far into a Nickelodeon sitcom from 2007? Well, it matters a lot, actually, and I really want to try to explain that as best I can. Hopefully it makes sense and I’m not just Charlie Day in IASIP in front of the conspiracy board.

Part 3:

Sam and Freddie are narrative foils. I don’t think this is a hot take to the people who know what that means. If you don’t know, foils are characters who contrast each other. Oftentimes this takes the form of a hero and a villain, or a hero and their sidekick. Arguably Sam and Freddie are both Carly’s sidekicks, and while you could say that Sam is a foil for Carly, I don’t think you can say the same for Freddie. The key purpose of a narrative foil is to highlight something about the other character—the name comes from foiling gemstones to make them shine brighter. Sam and Freddie do that for each other (Sam highlighting Freddie’s nerdiness, pragmatism, organization, and book smarts, Freddie highlighting Sam’s aggression, messiness, and street smarts), and Sam does it for Carly (Sam’s tomboyishness serving to emphasize Carly’s girliness), but Freddie doesn’t really do that for Carly.

And we could leave it at the very basic observation that Sam and Freddie are contrasting characters. But the whole point of this is about what they have in common, not the things that make them different. It’s a lot more complex than that. They aren’t just opposites, they’re paralleled opposites. Two sides of the same coin. They challenge each other, but they also understand each other on a level that none of the other characters can, and they know it, too. When they break up in iLove You, they acknowledge the special “connection” they have. And I think because they have the paralleled arcs, them being together makes the most satisfying narrative for them, the one where they could grow the most.

Now, remember what I said about coming back to Freddie standing up for himself later on? Well, it’s later. In my opinion, the crux of Freddie’s arc—or what should be the crux of Freddie’s arc—is him learning to stand up for himself. Freddie starts the show entirely under Marissa’s thumb, but he also lets himself be manipulated by Carly, and pushed around by Sam. And as the show progresses he doesn’t just learn to stand up to his mother, he learns to stand up to Carly and Sam, to respect himself, especially when his crush on Carly fades. In iSaved Your Life, we see Freddie choose to end his relationship with Carly because he knows she isn’t actually in love with him. Season one Freddie never would’ve done that. And it was Sam who pushed him to do that, it was Sam who made him realize that Carly loved him for the wrong reasons.

On the flip side, I believe that Sam’s arc should be about allowing herself to be vulnerable. She has had to fight to survive for so long, and has put up wall after wall to protect herself. She rarely lets herself be open with her feelings. Even when we know she must be hurt at the end of iHate Sam’s Boyfriend, she doesn’t show it. She just physically injures Jonah to get back at him. We see more and more vulnerability from her as the show progresses, with Carly, but just as often with Freddie. My favorite example of this is in iReunite With Missy, when she confides in Freddie about Missy trying to sabotage her and asks him for help. Before this, the only time she was vulnerable with Freddie was in iKiss. And Freddie does help her, giving the school at sea trip to Missy to get rid of her.

Going back to Sam and Freddie being foils, we can see that in both of these situations the show uses that to propel their respective development. In other words, they help each other grow. And I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking, but these arcs are the exact opposite. Freddie is learning to stand up for himself, to be tough like Sam, and Sam is learning to open herself up, to be emotionally available, like Freddie. And yeah, sure, maybe on the surface. But both of their arcs can be traced right back to those dysfunctional parents. The reason Freddie needs to learn to stand up for himself is that his mother never let him, and the reason Sam needs to learn to let people in is that she could never rely on even her own mother.

And the reason they’re able to help each other grow is because they understand each other. For Sam, Freddie is a safe place for her to be vulnerable, the stability she seeks, as much as they fight, she knows she can trust him. And Freddie understands her insecurities and loneliness, understands that underneath the rage, there is hurt. Because he’s felt that same hurt. And for Freddie? Sam is the freedom he seeks. She understands what it’s like to be pushed around, to feel helpless. It’s why she works so hard to be tough and intimidating, so she doesn’t have to feel that way.

There are a lot of flaws with the seddie arc, but in my opinion, the biggest one is the decision to have them break-up because she’s too abnormal and he’s too normal. It’s just not true. Yes, they are very different. But they are also very similar. And the way for both of them to grow the most is with each other, because they can both understand each other and challenge each other.

#iCarly #seddie #Sam Puckett #Freddie Benson #reboot who? I don't know her #this whole thing clocked in at approximately 2.3k #honestly squidubus I'm sorry #this is insane #but you did ask me to 'go off'

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ameliora-j · 3 years

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twin flame iii // gw x reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: angst, breakup, mention of bruising, crying, angelina slander kinda (it’s just for the story i love her sm!), yn is sorta a pick me if you squint sry, cringey mediocre writing at very best

an: i used song lyrics for some of the argument and the ending :) i hope you like it besties!

part one | part two | part four

you george! i want you!

the words had been running through his mind since the night you left. he had been going over the days leading up to your explosion in his mind for weeks. your words were in his mind day and night. your pained expression, your anger, your hurt. you consumed him. more than you usually did.

george weasley knew he fucked up. he knew without anyone telling him. but they did anyway. every waking second they did. first it was fred, calling him a jerk. then ron, who called him a “bloody idiot.” then ginny, who told him it was his own fault. and then his mum. of course his mum, who said in exact words: “george fabian weasley, this is nobody’s fault but your own. quit moping around and do something to fix it! i didn’t raise you to treat women this way!”

his last straw, however, was his older brother percy. percy of all people. who looked at him with a disappointed shake of his head. receiving a disappointed head shake from percy was nothing out of the ordinary, especially for george. it was his words that stung. percy spoke ten simple words to him that truly set george off. percy spoke “you lost the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” at his sentence, george lost it.

“i know that percy! you don’t think i fucking know that i lost the best thing that ever happened to me! and fred i know i’m a jerk and ron i know i’m an idiot and ginny i know it’s my fault and mum i’m sorry okay! i know you didn’t raise me like this i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i don’t think she’s coming back!” he fell back onto the couch as he tugged frustratedly at his roots.

“george… do you love her?” molly asked him.

“yes mum,” a whimper escaped the fiery-haired boy’s throat. “i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone before. she’s my world,” he revealed.

“then go, george. go get her,” his dad said. “for your sake and her’s,” he told him.

“and our’s!” fred called distantly from the kitchen.

“shove off fred!” george called back before apparating to your front door. he knocked three times and waited for someone to answer it. when you opened the door, he was shocked at your state.

makeup streaked down your cheeks with your shoulder bruised and your arm in a splint. your eyes were red and puffy, but they were furthermore accompanied by dark bags as if you hadn’t slept in weeks. the truth is; you hadn’t. “hi george,” you mumbled half heartedly.

“hi butterfl-“ you cut him off.

“yn. my name is yn,” you spoke sternly.

“i’ve called you butterfly since you were three…” he murmured.

“not anymore. hurts too bad to hear it. did you need something?” you quickly changed the subject.

“i want to talk to you,” he said. you nodded and walked in, telling him to follow you. george said hello to your brother and then followed you into the lounge where you two sat on the loveseat and you turned to face him.

you sat in a long silence as your eyes traced each other’s features. you memorized him. every line, every freckle, every bump, bruise, and blemish. the silence was deafening. untill he finally broke it. “what happened to your arm?” he murmured softly.

“it splinched when i apparated home. then i apparated again and made it worse,” you bit your lip softly.

“always so reckless,” he tutted softly, causing you to shrug.

“what’d you wanna talk about? know you didn’t come to talk about my arm…” you attempted to get to the point of his visit.

“right,” he murmured softly. “yn i…” he took a deep breath. “the day that i let you walk out of my life is the day that i made the worst mistake in the history of mistakes. i’ve done some stupid things in my life, but letting you walk away has by far been the stupidest. i’m so so sorry that i hurt you the way i did, i cannot express to you how sorry i am, i truly cannot. i love you, yn. with all of me i do, you have to believe me when i say that.”

“i do believe you george. i just don’t believe that you love me the way that i love you. and carrying around that pain is killing me. i mean absolutely destroying me. you live in my mind rent free. you’ve infested it,” you told him. “you with your stupid pretty smile and your god awful jokes and your ridiculous pranks that you somehow always rope me into and your perfect hair and your pretty eyes and just. you. george. stupid you. oblivious you. godric george,” you roughly shoved his chest. “i’ve loved you for years and you’ve always looked past me!” tears rimmed your bottom lash line and your voice cracked as you lashed out on him.

“for years george, i mean years! i’ve watched you fall in love with countless girls just to have your heart broken by them. i stuck by you through everything. even when you stopped being being my friend because it made angelina uncomfortable i waited for you george! and you just pushed me to the side. i did everything for you. i executed pranks for you. i planned pranks for you. i took the fall for you. i got detention for you! i did it all for you. i mean the countless amount of things i did just to be able to call you mine and i just… you didn’t care! you’ve never cared! you’ll never love me the way that i love you and that hurts. so. fucking. bad.” you wiped your eyes.

“it kills me george. it eats at me, every single day it does. i stood by your side and i took the blame with you even when i had nothing to do with the stupid shit you pulled at hogwarts because yeah i was going down, but hey, at least i was doing it with you, right? we made so much trouble and-and we used to laugh. and be happy. we were genuinely happy and i don’t know where we went wrong but we did, but i still say that i hate you with a smile on my face! i don’t get it george why don’t you love me!” a whimper tore itself from the depths of your chest as you let out a silent sob.

“now look what we’ve became…” he murmured, tears falling from your eyes.

“all the things i did just to call you mine… and… and all the things you said but… somehow, i still hope i was your favorite crime. cause merlin knows you were mine.” you sniffled as you wiped your eyes.

“you were mine. you’ll always be my favorite crime.” he leaned over and kissed your head as another silent sob racked your body. “now it’s bittersweet to think about the damage that we did,” he smiled over at you sadly. “i love you butterfly. just as much as you love me, if not more,” he whispered as he stood from his place.

you rolled your eyes water-logged eyes, but still managed to smile. “i wish you thought about that before,” you whispered.

“i do too… i guess i’ll have to just call you the one that got away then?” he asked.

“in another life georgie… i’d be your girl. and we’d keep every promise that we made,” you told him.

“and i wouldn’t have to say you were the one that got away,” you nodded as he kissed your head again. “i love you, butterfly. i always have.”

“i love you too, georgie. i always will,” you sniffled as you watched him walk out the door. you didn’t want this. you wanted to stop him. everything in your body screamed at you to stop him. but your brain wouldn’t work. your heart said no. you were scared of being hurt again.

you wanted to do something. yell at him. tell him to come back. to hug you. to never leave you. to never let you go. but your heart wouldn’t let you. you were frozen in time.

it’ll all get better in time.

you’d heard the saying time and time again. especially after your parents passed away. it was people’s favorite line to use when they saw you. the truth is… you didn’t stop hurting. the pain didn’t go away. you just got used to it. but the pain you were feeling now… you didn’t know if it would ever go away. at least it didn’t feel like it.

two months. it had been two months since george walked out of your house that night. it was nobody’s fault but your own, and somehow you couldn’t help wishing he would’ve stayed.

you saw him everywhere. in the stars in the night sky. in the sunrise and the sunset. in coffee shops and store windows. even in your dreams when you slept. so logically, you decided to stop. if you didn’t sleep you couldn’t dream. and if you didn’t dream, you couldn’t see him.

you dutifully ignored the pain in your chest like an annoying bug on a picnic. you pretended that you were fine, but the reality was; you weren’t. but you played it off. and you were able to keep up your facade. untill one day… that one fateful day tucked in the corner at ninety three diagon alley. your brother asked you to pick up ten second pimple vanisher because he had a date tonight and just received a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose, causing him to look like “the muggle myth rudolph the red-nosed reindeer” as he put it.

you walked into the shop and kept your head down as you searched the aisles. it wasn’t where it usually was. you knew this shop like the back of your hand, of course you had… you’d worked there for nearly three years. you furrowed your brows as you looked around. the shop had completely transformed. nothing was in the place it usually was. that’s when your eyes landed there. on her. right at the front, behind the till at the register you worked, in the uniform you wore was angelina johnson.

you sighed deeply as you extended your neck around the corner to where the office was. you smiled triumphantly as you saw fred sitting at his desk and began your trek. you gently knocked twice on the opened door and fred called, “come in,” distractedly.

you walked in and sat on the desk, right in front of him, forcing him to look up at you. “yn!” fred exclaimed.

“hi freddie!” you smiled as a giggle escaped your lips and you returned the death-grip hug he had enveloped you in.

“what brings you by? not that i don’t love seeing your pretty face, of course,” he shot you a playfully flirtatious wink.

“ybn needs ten second pimple vanisher because he has a date tonight and he woke up with a pimple the size of jupiter on his nose,” fred laughed loudly at your remark. “i tried to look for it, but the stores completely turned around,” you pouted slightly.

“oh yeah, we changed some things up because we needed room for our new products. they’re still in the making, but george disappeared,” he hummed.

“george what?” you asked.

“you didn’t know…?” he asked you.

“no. i… i had no idea,” you stuttered.

“yeah. after the night he went to talk to you, he left a note on our kitchen counter and all his things were packed and he just… left. we haven’t seen or heard from him since. ‘s just been angie and i running the shop now. couldn’t do it alone,” fred explained as he picked up the box. “here you are l-“ before he could finish, you were halfway out the door. “YN WAIT!” he called. “YOU FORGOT YOUR PRODUCT!”

“SORRY FRED! YBN WILL BE OKAY I HAVE TO GO!” you called as you ran out the door as fast as your feet would carry you. if you knew george weasley… and you did… there was only one place he could be. and you prayed to any and every god that would listen that he was there. you prayed like your life depended on it that he was okay. you needed to fix this. to fix him. to make it alright.

in this moment you knew that he needed you. he needed you like peanut butter needs jelly. the way left needs right. like the sun needs the moon. he needed you like you needed him. you ran and ran and ran for miles untill you got to a secluded area. then you took a breath. and you apparated.

it was exactly the way you left it. a dingy old wooden box house sitting at the highest branch of a sycamore tree. you groaned softly as you began to climb the many branches. “george i swear to godric you better be in here,” you grumbled to yourself as you climbed.

it felt like hours—truly it was ten grueling minutes at most—untill you got to the door of the house. you whispered the password and it creaked open. “georgie,” you breathed when you saw him.

there he was. laying on the floor of the treehouse wrapped in blankets and a sleeping bag with a small pillow under his head. the apple to your pie. the straw to your berry. the smoke to your high. the one you knew you’d marry.

the one that got away. your twin flame.

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cannibalizedyke · 3 years

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Lies

Fred Weasley x Reader

Gender: female

House: Hufflepuff

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend Fred Weasley since your first year at Hogwarts, and you regret agreeing to his request for you to be in a fake relationship with him.

Warnings: a tiny bit of angst? and like... the smallest amount of language possible.

“(Y/N)!” Your best friend, Fred Weasley, comes running toward you.

“Freddie!” You smile, your face lighting up at the sight of him.

“I need you to do me a favor,” he says.

You nod. “Okay, anything.”

Fred laughs. “You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask you to do yet!”

You shrug. “You’re my best friend. You’d do anything for me, so I’ll do anything for you.”

“I really don’t deserve you.”

You laugh. “That’s not true, but I appreciate the sentiment. Anyway, what do you need?”

Fred bites his lip nervously. “Could you… pretend to be my girlfriend?”

You blink. “I - um, what?”

“Just for a little while,” the redheaded boy assures you.

You bite your lip, a nervous expression taking over your features. You’ve liked Fred since your first year at Hogwarts, a secret you’ve been trying your best to hide from him. It started off as a simple little schoolgirl crush, but as time went on, your feelings have gotten stronger. It’s safe to say that you’re in love with the boy now, and as much as you’d like to be in a relationship with him, you don’t know how much you can bear knowing it’s all fake.

“(Y/N)?” Fred’s concerned voice rips you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, um, sure, Freddie!” You try to keep your voice cheerful to mask your discomfort, but you can tell Fred sees right through it.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to…” he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. You flinch at his touch and he moves his hand away, looking hurt.

“No, no, Fred.” You force yourself to grip his hand and meet his chocolate brown eyes. “It’s-it’s fine! It’ll be fun, I’m sure. And I already told you I’d do it, there’s no going back on my word now.”

Fred isn’t quite convinced, but he smiles at you anyway and gives you a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks, (Y/N)!”

You gasp slightly and cover your face with embarrassment. You clear your throat and ask, “Why do you need a fake girlfriend, though?”

“George and I have a-a bet going,” he mumbles in explanation. “He says he can get a date to the Yule Ball before I can.”

“But why do you need a girlfriend for that? Couldn’t you have just taken me as a friend?”

“He says it has to be ‘authentic’,” Fred explains, rolling his eyes. “Bets he can get a girl to date him way easier than I can. Rubbish, if you ask me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him. “So… your way to be ‘authentic’ and prove your brother wrong is to get a fake girlfriend.”

“Exactly!”

“Your logic is impeccable.”

Fred rolls his eyes and nudges you playfully. “Oh, whatever. See you later, girlfriend.” He waves at you as he walks off, giving you a wink as he runs to the Gryffindor tower.

You sigh, afraid you’ve made a terrible mistake as you wander into the Hogwarts library. You scan the shelves, hoping to find a book to take your mind off Fred, but nothing seems interesting. You sigh and plop down at a table, pulling out your History of Magic homework.

Hermione Granger is sitting across from you, and she smiles as you look up at her. You give her a small smile back and try to focus on your essay. It’s dreadful, and you groan as you crumble up the piece of parchment you wrote it on. It’s not that you’re bad at History of Magic, you’re actually quite good at all of your subjects, it’s just that it’s impossible for you to focus when you’ve got the issue of having to fake date Fred looming over you.

“Need any help?” Hermione asks.

You shake your head. “I can’t do school right now. Too much going on.”

“What’s wrong? You can talk to me if you want.”

You bite your lip, unsure if Fred would be okay with you telling Hermione. You decide he wouldn’t, but tell her anyway. “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course,” Hermione says, closing the book she’d been reading. “What’s up?”

“Well, I…” You sigh and lower your voice. “I fancy Fred.”

“Fred Weasley?”

You nod, feeling a blush spread across your face.

Hermione squeals and you shush her. “Right,” she whispers. “What’s the problem, though?”

“He… wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

“That isn’t good… what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know,” you admit to her. “I already said I would do it, but - “

Hermione bites her lip. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No,” you say, letting out a humorless laugh. “What do you think I should do?”

“I think you should tell him.”

“I can’t,” you say, feeling yourself starting to panic. “I can’t tell him I like him and ruin our friendship and let him down and break my promise and - “

“Okay, okay, calm down,” says Hermione softly, placing a hand over yours. “You don’t need to tell him. Has he given you any details of what he wants you to do.”

“Not really,” you tell her. “Fred’s not the best at communication. He just said he needs me to pretend to be his girlfriend and ran off.”

“Sounds about right.” Hermione laughs. “Maybe you should sit him down and just ask what he wants you to do. Give him some boundaries so you’re not uncomfortable, and make sure you both know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Thanks, Hermione.” You give her a grateful smile as you pack up your History of Magic book, along with your quills, ink, and parchment.”

“Anytime.” She smiles back.

You leave the library and go off to find Fred. You’re in Hufflepuff, but Fred always tells you the Gryffindor password when it changes so you can get in whenever you wanna see him.

“Banana Fritters,” you tell the Fat Lady after climbing the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

Fred is sitting with his twin brother, George, playing wizard chess. George is winning, and he takes Fred’s king when the older twin turns toward you to say hi.

“(Y/N)!” He comes over and scoops you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss after setting you down.

You’re too shocked to kiss him back, eyes dazed and room spinning when he breaks away.

“Are you okay?” he whispers into your ear, concerned.

“Yeah, uh, fine,” you lie. “Actually - um, can we talk? In private?”

“No way.” George’s voice sounds in the common room. “There’s no way you got a girlfriend that quick. And (Y/N)? She’s your best friend. I don’t believe it.”

Fred’s arm snakes around your waist as he smirks at his brother. “You better, Georgie. Asked her out just today. Right, (Y/N)?”

“Oh, um, yeah,” you confirm nervously, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Freddie…” you whisper into your not-boyfriend’s ear.

“Okay, okay.” Fred grabs your hand and leads you into his dorm room. “What’s up?” he asks, sitting down on his bed.

You sit across from him on George’s bed, your leg bouncing with anxiety. “I feel like… maybe we should discuss” (You wave your arm between the two of you) “this.”

Fred nods. “In what sense?”

“Like… maybe we should have some rules?”

“That’s a good idea. What do you have in mind.”

“Well, um, first off, no kissing.” You hold his gaze as his face drops in disappointment.

“Okay,” he agrees anyway. “What else?”

“I’m… not really comfortable with pet names either.”

To your surprise, Fred actually sighs in relief at this one. “Oh, good. I probably wouldn’t even use pet names in a real relationship.”

“Real relationship” hurts more than you want to admit, and you force a laugh. “Yeah… me neither…”

“Is that all?” he asks.

“For me, at least,” you reply. “Do you have anything?”

“Um…” He thinks for a minute, then shakes his head. “Not really. I’m fine with whatever you’re comfortable with.”

You smile shyly at him. “Okay. Thanks, Fred.”

He smiles back. “Of course. You’re my best friend.”

Your smile drops a little at that. Friend. That’s all you are to him. It hurts way more than it used to. “Right, um, okay, do you wanna go back to the common room?”

Fred nods and you head back, hand in hand. Hermione must’ve gotten there while you were talking, because she’s sitting with Harry and Ron when you walk into the room. You give her a small smile and a thumbs up and she grins back at you. Maybe this whole fake relationship thing won’t be as bad as you expected. ________________________________________________________________

The Yule Ball comes too soon for your liking. You’re seriously dreading it. You’re excited to go with Fred, but you’ve gotten really used to “dating” him, and you really, really don’t want it to end.

Your dress is really pretty. It’s strapless and purple with a ruffled skirt. There’s a bit of white patterning on the bodice, and half of the skirt is made of black tulle. You never wear things like this, but it seriously looks amazing on you. You braid your hair into a bun and even let your roommate, Annemarie, put a little bit of makeup on you. You’re ridiculously excited for Fred to see you; you think part of you is irrationally hoping he’ll be so amazed by the way you look tonight he’ll fall in love with you for real.

You meet him outside the Gryffindor common room, and he really is amazed.

“I - um, you-you look amazing,” he says, unable to rip his eyes away from you.

You giggle nervously. “Oh, um, thanks, you too.”

He really does. He’s wearing a simple brown vest with a black blazer and matching pants, so the outfit is simple, but that’s not why you think he looks so good. He’s Fred Weasley. There’s not a single day that goes by where he doesn’t look amazing.

“Shall we?” Fred winks and holds his arm out for you to grab onto.

“We shall.” You oblige and he leads you into the Great Hall.

It looks amazing, like the staff took the winter weather from outside and shoved it all into one room. Icicles are hanging from the ceiling, and it looks as if the entire hall was frozen over. At the end of the hall, three gigantic snow covered pine trees bring the whole place together. Most miraculously, the temperature is perfect, not even a little bit cold.

After the Triwizard champions walk down with their dates - Hermione looks so gorgeous you’re genuinely shocked - Fred leads you to the floor for a dance. You’re both okay after the dance lessons with your Heads of House, but not great. You end up laughing with hurting feet - both from dancing and from stepping on each others’ toes one too many times - and head to the refreshments bar.

“I’ve had a lot of fun with you, (Y/N),” Fred says quietly, looking up at you with an almost hopeful expression.

“Me too, Freddie,” you reply, and before you can help it tears are streaming down your face.

“What’s wrong?” Fred asks, concerned. “Did I say something? I’m sorry - “

“No, no, you didn’t do anything, it’s just…” your voice trails off, wobbling as you let out a sob. “I’ve liked you since first year, Fred. And when you asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend, I was scared, because I know you don’t feel that way about me, and I didn’t wanna have to pretend, but I agreed anyway because you were counting on me… and I got used to it and I just… I don’t want it to end, Freddie.” You finish the confession in the softest voice you can manage.

“Oh, (Y/N)…” says Fred softly, cupping your cheek. “Merlin, I’m such an asshole.”

“Language!” you say jokingly.

Fred laughs. “This wasn’t for a bet. I fancy you, too, and this was George’s and my plan to somehow force you to catch feelings for me.”

“Idiot,” you say through tears, kicking him playfully. “Should’ve just asked me out for real, you dummy.”

“I know that now!” he whines. “I just - “

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me,” you cut him off.

He grins before pressing his lips to yours in a kiss you’ve wanted for years. Looks like you were right. This whole fake relationship thing did turn out better than you expected.

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duuhrayliegh · 3 years

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male chivalry

warnings: okay so there is a trigger warning of sexual harassment and attempted sexual assault, language, men being gross, protective!bucky, angst a bit, i think that’s it, if you see anything else let me know

word count: 3230 :)

a/n: idk why it took me so long to finish this, but it’s here now!!! also this is based off this post from @teaboot (just the op bc the rest of it pissed me off :)) i hope y’all like it. i hope it’s what y’all expected idk, i’m proud of it.

i really hope i did the topics justice, if you don’t think i did, please shoot me a message and help me figure out how to do better. <3

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xoxo ray

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It had been about three weeks since Bucky had first met the group of four at the protest. Bucky made sure to check in with Steve and let him know what he was doing. Steve was always worrying about Bucky, which was totally understandable because of everything they had been through.

Bucky’s day was a relaxed one with little to no time to dawdle. Over these three weeks, he had learned more from an eighteen year old than he ever thought he would. It was easier to open up to her, for some reason. Bucky hadn’t fully figured that out yet either, but he wasn’t going to question it.

Bucky had been going to his court mandated therapy with Dr. Raynor, to say they were making progress would be a lie. Honestly, Bucky was making more progress with the new individuals in his life. They knew what he did as the Winter Soldier-- no they know what the Winter Soldier did, Cassie made sure the distinction between the two was crystal clear. Bucky was still a bit cautious around them, not wanting to hurt them or be a burden to them.

It amazed Bucky how open they were with each other. Back in the 40’s, you didn’t express your feelings. Especially if you were a man, for fear of being labeled something unsavory. Even stranger still to Bucky was the encouragement and support that everyone gave to those in hard times. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see Penny comforting Freddie after his recent break up.

“Freddie and Ted had been together a little over six months,” Cassie explained to Bucky one night after the group had dispersed from the dining table. Bucky and Cassie were standing over the sink washing the dinner plates and cutlery. “Freddie was so in love with him. I thought Ted felt the same, but I guess that’s just how it goes, right?”

Bucky shrugged, this was one of his first experiences with modern romance. Dating in the 40’s was very rigid, which was to be expected, but nowadays everything is very fluid. It truly fascinated Bucky.

“I honestly don’t know.” Bucky shrugged as he dried the pristine plates. Just as he began to get lost in thought, Evie pulled him into a subject that he hadn’t thought of in a real long time.

“What was it like with women in the forties, Buck?” Bucky blinked at her and considered his answer carefully. The group had been teaching him how to handle some subjects sensitively.

“To be honest? The last date that I went on was to the World Expo of Tomorrow in 1943, the night before I shipped out to England.” He turned, leaning his weight on the counter behind him and crossing his arms over his chest. “I went with Steve, this was before he was Captain America, so when he was a little ol’ gangly thing. I had hooked us up with two women, one for me and one for Stevie, their names were Dot and Connie, I think.”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean, Buck. What was it like with women?”

Bucky tilted his head in question.“What do you mean?”

“What was it like with them? Like, how were they treated as a whole?”

“Oh, uh I think they were treated well? My Ma always told Steve and I to treat women with respect, so we did.”

“Right, but what about everyone else? How did they treat women?” Bucky was confused by the question and he began to think that he was giving the wrong answers.

“Um, I guess I don’t know. I guess they were treated how they are today?” Both of the girls in front of him released disdained scoffs.

“Well, that’s unfortunate, right Cas?” Cassie nodded at Evie and dropped her head in disappointment.

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked. He was genuinely curious about what the girls were referring to. “I mean, I get that the treatment of women hasn’t always been good but it’s not that bad right?” The girls shared a knowing look, and then Evie sighed. She hauled herself out of her chair and nodded to Bucky.

“Alright, let’s go take a walk, just you and me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Oh, just a couple blocks away to the Walgreens. Sound okay?” Bucky agreed, grabbing his jacket and waiting for Evie by the doorway. “We’ll be back soon, Cas.”

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea, Evelyn?” Bucky had only ever heard Cassie use Evie’s full name when she was getting in trouble.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine, Cas, I swear.” Evie glanced at Bucky, “Besides, I’ve got a Sargent escorting me, so we’ve got nothing to worry about.” She threw a smile to her older sister whose face was just a veil of worry and doubt.

Bucky and Evie exited the apartment building and neither of them had said anything since. Bucky was wondering what this whole exercise was all about, but he wasn’t going to say anything until Evie did. The pair walked up onto a crosswalk, causing them to stop and wait so Evie was able to turn the man beside her.

“So, before we go any further, I just want to set the scene for you.” She took a calming breath and it was now that Bucky realized that this was the first time that she was noticeably scared. His brows furrowed and he nodded as she continued. “It’s ten o’clock on a Wednesday night and you’re in Brooklyn, walking to your local Walgreens because you need tampons.” Bucky huffed out a small laugh as Evie playfully glared at the man.

“Yeah, yeah. The female menstrual cycle is hilarious as is the pink tax that is put on feminine hygiene products. Laugh it up, James.” She shook her head and pulled Bucky closer to the front of a building. “I’m trying to tell you something, ya asshole. So, you see that it’s dark outside because it’s late but you decide to risk it anyway because you have a flight to catch at four the next morning. You leave your apartment and you are greeted with this.” She gestured to the expanse in front of her.

“Alright, let’s go. And just a word of wisdom real quick before we really get going. Women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego.”

“Wow, that’s quite a pearl.” Bucky caught up to Evie as she made her way down the street.

“So being a woman and even more so, being a woman at night, means that you have to constantly be on guard.” As they were walking, a man in a greasy white tank top passed them. The man’s head turned and he scanned Evie’s body.

“Goddamn, that’s a sweet little body there, baby girl.” Bucky’s head snapped around to the man, but Evie kept walking. Bucky looked over to Evie with concern riddling his features.

“Hey, sweetcheeks! Let me talk to you for a while!” The greasy man was now following Evie and Bucky. “I bet I can show you a better time than he can, baby girl. Come on, let me talk to you.” He reached his hand out, gripping Evie’s arm and pulling her to face him.

“Please don’t touch me.” “Get your fucking hands off her, you dick.” The man took a step backwards away from the pair.

“Well, fine you bitch! I didn’t want you anyway, fucking fat ass.”

“Hey, you don’t just get to fucking walk away, you jackass! Apologize to her.”

“Why should I apologize to her? I was giving her a compliment.” Bucky’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did this guy just fucking--

“Okay, buddy.” Bucky went to approach the man to settle their disagreement when Evie stopped him.

“James, leave it. Let’s go.” She kept walking and Bucky didn’t want to leave her alone, not after that whole debacle.

“What the fuck was that Evie?” He questioned quickly, she shook her head in response but never verbally responded to him. A few paces later, the pair was about to pass a group of men leaned up against the brick wall behind them. Brown paper bags crunched around bottles were grasped in their hands. Drunken laughter was ringing out through the near empty streets.

“Hey baby! Why don’t you come on over here so we can talk to ya!” One of the men began to step in front of Evie effectively stopping her movement. The eighteen year old took a few steps backwards, coincidentally into Bucky’s chest. His arms came up to meet hers, about to move in front of her in a protective stance.

“Woah, you got a bodyguard baby?” The man tilted his head and stared at Evie. “You know you don’t need him sweetheart.”

“Damn, baby girl. You’re fine as hell.” Another man walked to stand next to the first. “What do I gotta do to get you in my bed?”

“Please leave us alone.”

“No, baby girl I don’t think that’s what’s going to happen.” Bucky stepped in front of Evie protectively.

“I think she told you to leave us alone.” The two men in front of Bucky didn’t waver. Two raised brows and a fit of laughter later, they still maintained their ground.

“Why? You guys going somewhere to fuck? Already got a piece of that ass and don’t want to share it big man?”

“That’s just cold. You gotta share sometime. And it’s just easier to do it now rather than later.” Evie trembled behind Bucky and leaned up so only Bucky could hear her.

“Come on Bucky, let’s just go back to the apartment.” She tugged on his right arm, fingers digging into his soft flesh. Bucky was sure that he would have crescent shaped indentations where her nails laid in because of how much she was gripping him.

Bucky’s eyes flicked up and down the two men in front of him, assessing how much of a threat they were. They were clearly enough of a threat to frighten Evie to the point of wanting to go home. Bucky gave Evie a stiff nod, not taking his eyes off of the men.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going baby? We’re just getting started!” One of them yelled at the pair as he reached out to grab Evie’s forearm. A split second later, Bucky’s left hand balled into a fist and he launched it at the man’s face. A loud crack resounded and a groan left the man’s mouth as he hit the ground. A look of shock fell across the other’s faces as they saw Bucky standing over their fallen comrade. The group took several steps away from the pair, holding their hands up in surrender.

“Don’t you ever touch a woman without her permission, you fucking prick.” Bucky then turned quickly, grabbing Evie’s wrist tightly and hauling her away from the men. Several paces later, Bucky still held a tight grip on the girl's arm.

“Bucky, you’re kind of hurting me.” Evie’s voice broke through Bucky’s barriers. He let up on how fast he was walking and then dropped Evie’s arm.

Worried eyes scanned her body for any bruising, “I’m so sorry, doll. Are you okay?” Evie laughed as she was rubbing her sore wrists.

“Bucky, that’s normal for any woman. Ever.” Shaking her head, she began walking back towards the apartment. “We could’ve kept on going to Walgreens, but I wasn’t sure your fragile heart could take it.” Bucky drew in his brows and a deep frown etched itself into his features.

“What the hell do you mean that’s normal, Evelyn?” He thrust his arm behind them, gesturing to what they just went through. “Nothing about that was normal.” Still shaking her head, the eighteen year old shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s normal for women.” She glanced at Bucky as she continued on her way. “Also, I know that you were probably just defending my honor or protecting me or whatever, but I want you to really think back, Buck. Think about when you were picking up women in the forties, did you ever push when they didn’t want to have that drink with you? Did you continuously ask for them to dance with you?”

“No, I told you. My Ma raised me the right way.” They walked up to the apartment building and Bucky reached for the door handle. Evie began making her up the stairs, Bucky not far behind her. She stopped suddenly, a few flights before Cassie’s apartment.

“What about your friends?” Bucky was taken aback. His memories were still a bit fuzzy about those times, but he could remember clearly enough. Although he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by the questions she was asking.

“What are you getting at Evie?” He huffed while opening the door to Cassie’s apartment. Freddie and Penny were lounged on the couch with an almost empty bottle of wine. Cassie’s head shot up at the sound of the two walking in the doorway. Evie dumped her things off on the granite countertop and turned on her heel to stare at Bucky.

“Did you ever stop your friends when women said no?” The quiet laughter between Penny and Freddie stopped suddenly as Evie’s question hung in the air. All eyes were on Bucky as he gulped and thought back to the times at the bars. Out with Steve and the other Howling Commandos, did they ever do that? He tried to think of a time when they pushed for what they wanted to happen. Of a time when the woman they were pursuing reluctantly gave in because they wouldn’t leave her alone. Evie didn’t wait for an answer, she could see that he was processing everything.

“So why did you stop those guys back there?” Her brows raised and her head tilted in question. Bucky took a deep breath and was about to answer when Evie cut him off. “By punching that guy out there, you’re a hero and we should all thank you and congratulate you for doing the right thing.” She stepped closer to Bucky and the three in the living room understood where Evie was going.

“What do you think would have been said if I would’ve punched him? Sure, you would’ve said something snappy and nice about how I can take care of myself. The general public though? They would say that I overreacted.”

“Easy Evie, he’s still learning.” Cassie said quietly. Bucky was thankful for that, he still did have a lot to learn but it felt like Evie was attacking him. That’s the point, you fucking dumbass. If you had been berating her for putting herself in danger by punching that guy, you would think she was reckless.

“Her point, Bucky, is that the double standard for men and women goes beyond what we expect. Everyone goes crazy for the knight saving the damsel, but everyone hates the damsel for saving herself.” Freddie explained from the comfort of the couch. Bucky nodded, starting to understand the concept. “And her questions about your old buddies. That has to do with the fact that you’re part of the problem.”

“What problem is that?” Bucky was honestly scared to know the answer but he knew to fully learn, he had to get all the facts, both good and bad.

“Stunting the growth of feminism. Being one of the people perpetuating the fact that it’s okay for men to be violent, but not for women.”

“Violence in the form of defending oneself in any capacity.” In Bucky’s line of work, he sees tons of capable and strong women. Natasha, Okoye, Shuri, Sharon, he could think of so many. Then he tried to think of when any of them got the limelight like Steve or himself.

“So it’s like anytime that there would be press releases for the team, and the interviewers would come and ask us questions,” he paused to think how to word what he wanted to say, “they always ask the guys about like super important things like how we’re keeping the city safe and stuff. But when they talk to the girls, they ask about their workout schedule and if they can wear underwear under their suits?”

“Yes, it’s exactly like that Bucky. That’s just a different form of it.” Evie replied quickly. She came up to hug Bucky. “I didn’t mean to attack you or anything, but this is something that we all feel is really important for you to grasp now that you’re back out there.”

“And now that you can recognize when it’s happening, the next important step is to stop it before it happens.” Penny yelled from the living room as she downed the last of the bottle in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, Evie. I didn’t know.”

“I know, I’m sorry too. You’re still figuring stuff out, but I needed you to see what it was really like for women.”

“Okay.” Bucky nodded. “How can I help this situation?” The group exchanged proud looks.

“Well, educate everyone around you. Don’t let it happen when you’re around.” Cassie said as she walked into the kitchen to crack open another bottle of wine. “And just support women. Push our problems into the public’s eye.” Bucky smiled, he could handle that, he was good at that.

Considering he was on his way to becoming a member of the Avengers, he would be able to influence from up high. He could openly support groups that were run by women, for women. He was used to standing in the background for things he didn’t believe in, so standing for something that he did was going to be a cakewalk.

A concern floated into the forefront of Bucky’s mind. He looked down at Evie, who had just recently released him from her death grip of a hug. “You know how to defend yourself right?”

Evie’s brows raised in a challenging manner, “Do I look like I don’t know how to defend myself?” The man shook his head and smiled as the surrounding group laughed. Cassie poured a glass of wine and cracked open a bottle of beer for Bucky.

They all made their way to the comfy couches to snuggle in for a movie night, satisfied with their teachings for the night.

“What are we watching tonight?”

“Well, in the spirit of feminism, we are going to watch Legally Blonde.” Penny commented as she picked up the remote. “And it’s Freddie’s favorite so yeah.”

The lights clicked off as the opening credits ran for the movie. Bucky looked around his group of friends as they giggled at the screen. Evie had her head in Cassie’s lap and she was stretched across the sofa with her feet tucked under Bucky’s thigh. Freddie and Penny were curled up in the loveseat across from where Bucky was. Pieces of popcorn and glasses of red wine were being passed from person to person, with the exception of Evie who was still underage. The energy surrounding the five of them was something Bucky hadn’t experienced in a long time and he wasn’t going to give it up anytime soon either.

A large grin overtook his face, although today was one of the harder lessons for him to learn, he wouldn’t want anyone else to be teaching him.

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Fred Weasley - Patrolling

“Where’s Dean?” I asked as Fred approached me by the Common Room entrance.

He shrugged. “Had to do something tonight.”

“I asked to be with Dean.” I groaned. “I swapped with Lavender so-“

“You wouldn’t be put with me?” He interrupted with a snarl.

“No,” I rolled my eyes and lied. “So I could...study for a test.”

“What test?”

“What’s it to you?” I snapped back.

Fred shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “Let’s get this over with, I don’t want to be here just as much as you.”

You’re the one that cheated I thought to myself, but decided it was best to keep my mouth shut. Fred and I had dated since second year, and now on our fifth we should be on track for a long and happy relationship. However, two months ago he had been caught kissing Angelina and I swiftly broke things off.

Since then we’d been avoiding each other, Fred even going as far to ask to switch Potions lessons just to not see me. Patrolling duties were always given to fifth years and above, and luck would have it Fred and I were together tonight.

“So Dean then.” Fred mumbled as we rounded the corner.

“What about him?” I frowned.

Fred shrugged. “Just saying, took you a while to move on.”

I clenched my jaw and balled my fists. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He mocked innocence.

“Antagonise me.” I lowly said.

“Just making conversation.” He sweetly smiled.

I scoffed and ignored him, folding my arms and walking a few paces in front of him to prove a point. We walked in silence for a minute or two before Fred started whistling.

“Stop it.” I warned.

“Stop what?”

“Whistling.” I sighed. “I always hated it when you whistled.”

He began doing it louder, and a more bouncy tune. I groaned and began walking faster, checking my watch and seeing we still had a whole two hours before the end of our shift.

“You always said you loved my tunes.” Fred mused.

“Yeah well...” I trailed off. “You weren’t the only liar in the relationship.”

His face fell. “Hey, don’t do that.”

“Do what?” I mocked him.

“Use it against me.” He snapped angrily, rounding to stand in front of me.

My mouth dropped. “Don’t use it against you? If you didn’t want it to bite you on the arse, maybe you shouldn’t have done it!”

“How many time do I have to tell you, it was one time and she caught me off guard!” He yelled.

“Once is enough!” I yelled back. “God, how did we ever work? I hate you!”

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual darling.” He glowered.

“You have no right to hate me, you should be on your knees begging for forgiveness!” I said.

“I did, and you kicked me to the ground!” He balled his fists. “I asked you to forgive me, many times, and each time you couldn’t let go of your stupid little ego.”

“This has nothing to do with my ego,” I stepped towards him. “This has to do with the trust you broke.”

He stared down at me with a deep scowl on his face. “Merlin, how did I ever love you?”

“Clearly you didn’t.” I snapped before moving to walk away.

I squeaked as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. “Don’t walk away from me,” he held onto me tightly. “Don’t you dare question my love for you.”

“How can I not?” I asked. “You kissed someone else, and Angelina of all people!”

“It was a mistake, I’m sorry.” He said through clenched teeth.

“I don’t forgive you.” I said back confidently.

“You know, I’m kind of proud of you.” An evil smirk graced his face. “Everyone thought you would’ve come crawling back in a week or two...but I’m not worried, you’ll be back in my bed by the end of the night.”

“You disgust me.” I spat.

His face dipped down a few inches from mine. “That’s not what you moan when I’m between your thighs.”

My heart began hammering in my chest. “Don’t say those things.” I murmured.

“Why?” He walked towards be as I stumbled back, falling against a nearby wall. “Does it make you wet down there?”

“Fred, I said stop.”

His hands boxed me in. “We both know you don’t want me to.” He lowly said. “You used to love it when I whispered dirty things in your ear.”

“Fred...” my eyes flicked down to his lips which were still tugged in a small smirk.

“Just say you miss me,” he whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against the corner of my mouth. “I know you do.”

“Freddie.” I whined, my hands coming to rest on his chest and fist his jumper.

One of his large hands came down to rest on my hip. “Say it.”

“I miss you.” I whispered.

He groaned. “I miss you too.”

Suddenly his lips pressed to mine, hand cupping my face and pulling me impossibly close. I moaned, hands moving up to card into his hair and tug, which enticed a moan from his throat.

His thick arms wrapped tightly around my waist and tugged me into his body, lifting me so my feet dangled off the floor. Our tongues danced together how they used to, his dominating mine and taking the lead. His lips trailed over my cheek and down my neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh.

I squeaked out a moan, tugging his head back. “Please.” I whimpered pathetically.

He set me down and forced me back against the wall. “Want it? Missed my cock?”

“Please Freddie!” I begged again, pouting my lips and batting my eyelashes.

He bit down on his lip. “Such a little tease.” He darkly said. “Be a good girl and turn around.”

I did as I was told and pressed my chest flush against the wall, sticking out my behind to rub against his crotch. He groaned and slapped the side of my exposed thigh, kneeding the flesh as his body loomed over mine.

“I can still teach you a fucking lesson.” He growled into my ear.

“I hope so.” I giggled back.

I gasped as his hand went up my skirt, pushing my underwear to the side and feeling over the wetness that had grown there with each passing second.

“See,” he hummed. “You act so big and confident, like nothing bothers you...but my words alone have made such a mess in your underwear.”

“Freddie...” I moaned as he sank two digits into me. “Oh!”

“Still my little girl, aren’t you?” He whispered. “Has anyone else touched this little pussy since me?”

I shook my head. “N-No one.”

He chuckled. “Doubt anyone could make you feel like I do anyway.”

His fingers were thick and long, curling inside of me and pressing against that spot. I threw my head back against his chest and whimpered, squeezing his spare arm which was wrapped around my middle.

“I’m gonna...can I?” I asked quietly, moans breaking up my words.

“You can,” he said. “Cum on my fingers.”

I shook around him as he coaxed an orgasm from me, my hand squeezing tightly on his forearm as I bit down on my lip and let the moans tumble out.

Before I could come down from my high, Fred was already teasing his tip with my entrance.

“You want it?” He teasingly asked.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Beg for it.” He demanded.

“Please Freddie, please let me have your cock! I’ve missed it so much, you make me feel so good.” I quietly told him.

His hand wrapped around my neck. “Good girl.” He muttered before slowly pushing in.

My jaw dropped as my eyes rolled to the back of my head, Fred’s hand tightening around my neck as he bottomed out. His breathing grew heavy, small groans leaving his lips into my ear as he slowly pulled out.

“So fucking warm.” He strained.

“So big.” I murmured back.

He pressed me against the wall as he began his bruising pace, skin slapping against mine as he dominated me. Small grunts left his lips, fingers leaving bruises on the skin of my hips.

“Fucking take it.” He sighed. “Take my cock. You missed this, huh? Bet you thought about this with your little fingers in your cunt.”

“Yes!” I confessed. “I only thought about you.”

“Didn’t want to think about Dean?” He darkly chuckled. “Don’t think he can fuck you like I can?”

I shook my head and deeply moaned. “No! Only you Freddie.”

I jumped as his body leant over mine, head resting against my own as he lips brushed against my ear. “This is my little cunt,” he promised. “No one else can have you.”

I felt the familiar bubble in my stomach as my hands reached behind me to tug his hair. “Please Freddie.” I whined.

He chuckled in my ear once again. “You gonna cum? You like the way my cock feels inside you?”

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Cum.” He ordered. “Cum on my fucking cock, dirty little thing.”

I tugged his hair harshly as I slumped against him, letting a high pitch moan escape my lips. He continued to thrust harshly into me as I shook around him. His hips stuttered a little.

“Please cum inside of me.” I innocently said.

“Fucking hell,” he swore. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

“Fill me up Freddie.” I whined.

“Want me to cum in this little pussy?” He winced. “You wanna get fat off my cum?”

“Yes!”

“Take it.” He groaned as his hips stilled and he spilled into me. “Take my cum you dirty little slut.”

I moaned quietly as he thrust a few more times before pulling out, head resting on the crook of my neck as he deeply breathed.

I giggled as he nipped at the skin. “Thank you.” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.” He mumbled back, organising himself and pulling my underwear back into place.

I sheepishly turned around and gazed up at him. “So...”

He sadly looked at me and cupped my face with his hands. “I love you.” He softly said.

I hesitated for a moment before sighing. “I love you too.”

His face lit up. “Please take me back.”

“Okay.” I smiled brightly.

“Really?” He asked.

“Don’t make me take it back.” I teased as I looped my arms around his neck.

“I promise you darling, I’ll never be such a fool again.” He pressed kisses along my cheeks and nose, causing a giggle to escape my lips.

“Come on,” I pulled back and looped my fingers through his. “We need to carry on patrolling.”

“I need to tell you something.” He said before we carried on with our duties. “I told Dean to swap so I could be with you tonight.”

“You sly little...” I giggled as I tugged him down the hall.

“What can I say? I needed to be alone with you again.”

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justmesadgirl · 4 years

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Yule Ball - Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader & kinda Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: angst, fluff

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Your best friend takes someone else to the Yule ball and you find another date that doesn't make him happy.

a/n: My first Fred imagine hope you like it! English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!

requests are open!

You and Hermione made your way to Hogsmeade planning on going dress shopping for the Yule Ball that was just a week away. As you two make your way into Gladrags Wizardwear you two are met by the sight of Harry, Ron, Fred and George trying on dress robes. Molly had bought all of them dress robes before coming to school but none of them were happy about them, especially Ron. All of them look great with the new dress robes on but your eyes found a certain Weasley.

“That color fits you well, Freddie.” You tell him with a smile as you walk up to him, scared looking Fred turns to face you not hearing or seeing you and Hermione coming into the shop.

“Bloody hell y/n! You scared me!” He tells you before wrapping hands around you and bringing you into a tight warm hug. You had been in love with Fred for years at this point. You were a year younger than the twins and a year older than the golden trio. You and Hermione had become friends after you two had started studying together in the library so she had introduced you to Harry and Ron which led you to meet the Weasley twins. You and Fred clicked right away and you two became inseparable.

“Sorry Fred.” You tell him as you pull away from the hug. “But you do look great!” You laugh as you turn to look at the other boys. “If you ask me you look the best.” You joke as your eyes land on George who is wearing the same thing as Fred. “Hey! I look better than him.” George insists as you just laugh at him.

“What are you doing here anyway?” As Fred speaks you turn to face him again.

“The same thing as you. Me and Hermione are here to look for dresses for the Yule Ball.” You let him know with a smioe as you make your way to the dresses to see what there is to offer. Hermione has already picked out three beautiful dresses. She had just waved and said “hi” to the boys because she was still upset that Ron hadn’t asked her to the ball.

“You should talk to him you know?” You whisper to her as you pull a beautiful dark green dress out.

“As you should talk to Fred.” She tells you before walking to the dressing room to try on the dresses. You just shake your head at her words, at least you weren’t ignoring your best friend because he had asked someone else to the ball. You take a couple of other dresses with you as you run after Hermione.

Trying on the first dress. You look yourself in the mirror liking how the dress fits you just like a glove, it hugs you at all the right places and the green color brings out your eye color. You pull the curtain open to see Hermione already in a gorgeous blue dress.

“Wow, you look amazing Hermione!” You let the girl know as you walk closer to her to get a better look at the beautiful dress.

“So do you y/n, that’s the perfect dress for you.” She tells as she makes you turn around so she can see all of the dress.

“I have a really cute pink one too, let me show it to you too.” Hermione lets you know before disappearing back to her changing room. You look around the shop to see the twins at the cash register buying their dress robes.

“Freddie!” You call out wanting to show him the dress. Even if you weren’t going with him you still wanted him to think that you looked beautiful. Fred turns around, his mouth falling open as he stands there for a second looking you up and down making you blush. “So what do you think?” You ask him as you spin around. He shakes his head before walking up to you.

“I think you should just ask Hermione?” He suddenly tells you, it honestly hurt your feelings, why couldn’t he tell you what he thought of your dress.

“But I want to know what you think.” You tell him as you turn to look at yourself in the mirror. Maybe the dress was ugly and Fred just wanted to be nice and not tell you. You see that Fred looks into your dressing room and then back to you.

“They’re all green?” He asks you and you turn to face him nodding your head.

“Yeah, since I’m going with Malfoy, I figured…” Fred didn’t even let you finish your sentence before he angrily asks you “You’re going with Malfoy?” You look up at him with confused look, what did he mean by that? Did he think you were going alone?

“You are going with Angelina, why shouldn’t I?” You fight back, you didn’t want to go alone and Draco had asked you. He was cute and he sometimes knew how to be nice. Better with him than alone.

“You could’ve picked anyone else.” He sounds frustrated as he talks to you, his eyes never leaving yours. His long fingers running through his long red hair.

“And I could say the same, Freddie.” You huff out before walking into your changing room. Not wanting to continue the conversation with your best friend. Taking the beautiful green dress of your body angrily before putting on your own clothes not in the mood to continue dress shopping. When you walk out of the room Fred and George are long gone and Hermione is back in her normal clothes with a pink dress in her hand.

“Ready?” You ask her as you give her a tight lipped smile.

“Sorry for your fight with Fred.” She smiles at you before walking up to you. “That dress was beautiful on you. You should get it, Draco for sure will love it.” Her sweet words make you feel a little better.

“Sorry that I didn’t see that pink dress on you Mione.” You say to bher as you two make your way to the cash register. You both pay for your dresses, before making your way back to Hogwarts before that you two pick up son sweets for honeydukes. Still sad about your stupid fight with Fred as you and Hermione walk into the Gryffindor common room you can see Fred, Ron and Harry by the fire talking about something.

“I don’t feel well so I will just go to bed.” You let Hermione know before making your way to the girl’s dormitory not even turning to say hi to your other friends like you usually did, you just didn’t want to face Fred right now.

You and Fred hadn’t talked since your heated conversation at Gladrags Wizardwear. Both of you ignoring one another, not ready to talk about the conversation. Every night you would lay in your bed and stare out of the window thinking about it. Why was Fred so mad at you for accepting Draco’s invite to the ball. Why would you go alone and sit alone at a table to just watch all of your friends have fun and dance with their dates. You knew that Fred didn’t like Draco much because he bullied his family but Draco was nice to you and you had to admit to yourself that a big reason for saying yes to Draco was to make Fred jealous.

Before you knew it the days had rolled by so fast that you were already getting ready for the Yule ball. Looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror for the last time to see that everything was like you wanted it to be. You had curled your hair, put on some makeup and the green dress looked beautiful on you. Smiling to yourself before making your way out of your room heading down to the common room where you were supposed to meet Hermione so you two would make your way to the great hall to meet up with your dates. But as you search the room for your friend your eyes fall on Fred and Angelina. She looked beautiful in her purple velvet dress. They were talking about something but Fred quickly quiets down as his eyes meet yours. You just smile and give him a nod before you finally try to find Hermione when your eyes finally find her by the door already waiting for you.

“Oh wow Mione you look absolutely stunning.” You tell her as you bring her into a hug. She was right, the pink dress was really cute and looked great on her.

“You are the one talking?” She laughs as you make your way out of the common room, feeling eyes burning into the back of your head not sure if you were imagining it or if Fred really was still watching you. “Fred couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” She whispers to you when you two are out of the common room, you just laugh at her and pull her along with you. Not wanting to think about Fred when Draco was the one who was waiting for you.

You two make it to the great hall's doors when you see Viktor Krum already waiting for Hermione. As his eyes find you two his face breaks into a smile as he takes Hermione's hand. You just smile at touching you, giving a bright smile to Draco when you see him.

“You look absolutely ravishing.” He whispers to your ear before kissing your cheek. “Ready to go in?”

“Well thank you, you clean up nice yourself.” You tell him as you two walk into the great hall. There were a lot of people in the room already but you only could focus on the decorations around your dining hall. It looked so beautiful that you almost lost your footing, but Draco's strong grip on your hand keeps you steady, you whisper a small thank you and squeeze his hand. Draco just smiles at you as he brings you to his friend group. Parkinson doesn't look happy at all about your presence and tries to act like you weren’t there with them. “So Draco want to dance with me?” Parkinson asks Draco with a honey sweet smile but the disgusted look Draco gives her makes her smile disappear.

“y/n, do you want to get a drink?” He just ignores Pansy and you can’t but just let out a small giggle at his reaction. At least Draco chose you over Pansy.

“Sure let’s go.” You two make your way to a table that has the drinks. He pours both of you a class as the music changes and the great hall’s doors open as the wizarding champions walk in. Hermione looked absolutely stunning and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her, feeling bad that Ron had to be so dump and not ask Hermione before Krum did, well Krum did ask her a couple of times before she said yes. You watch the champions dance with their partners and when they finally finish Draco takes your empty cup from your hand and places the cups on the table next to you.

“Ready for a dance?” He asks you with his signature smirk on his lips.

“I thought you would never ask.” You joke as you make your way to the dance floor. You didn’t expect Draco to be a great dancer but he was and you didn’t expect to have so much fun with him as you did. For the whole night Draco was right next to you and showered you in compliments that made you blush. You could see spending more time with him after the ball but you needed to make sure that he would leave your friends alone from now on.

You and Draco finish a dance as you see Draco looking at someone behind you with an annoyed look. “What do you want Weasley?” His words make you turn around to face the older twin.

“Can I have this dance?” Fred asks you ignoring Draco completely.

“Shouldn’t you be dancing with your date, Fred?” You ask him.

“Can’t I have one dance with my best friend?” He answers you. “And she is dancing with George right now.” He lets you know as your eyes find his twin and his date dancing. You turn to Draco.

“Is it okay if I dance with him? I’m sure Parkinson would like to dance with you.” You ask him with a sweet smile. Draco just hufs out an “okay”, before walking away.

“I take that as a yes.” Fred speaks up once again. You just smile at him and pull him closer to you as you two start swaying in the rhythm of the music. You had missed him, week without him. “You look so beautiful tonight… Well you always do, especially tonight.” Fred’s sweet words make you smile.

“You look handsome yourself too. Angelina is lucky to have you as her date.” You whisper the last part to him, not sure if you wanted him to hear it or not.

“Seems like she likes my brother a lot more than me.” He laughs, you could listen to him laugh for the rest of your life. How he could always be so positive about everything.

“Oh I’m sorry about that.” You tell him as you rest your head on his chest as the music changes into a slow one.

“Don’t be… to be honest.” you could hear him take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m happier here, here with you in my arms.” You turn to look at him again, not sure what he meant by that. If he wanted to be here with you why did he ask Angelina to the ball? His brown eyes are full of unfamiliar emotions.

“What do you mean by that Freddie?” You whisper out to him, scared to hear what he has to say.

“That I was a total arse for asking her to the ball instead of you when all I ever wanted was to take you.” He tells you with a sad smile resting on his face. “Why did you take her then?” You were so confused. If he really wanted to take you to the ball why would he have asked Angelina?

“I was scared that you didn’t want to go with me and then I kinda accidentally asked her to go with me…” He tells you but you just have to laugh at him. How do you even accidentally ask someone to the Yule ball? “Don’t laugh at me, love.”

“To your knowledge I would definitely said yes if you had asked me.” You let him know as you rest your head on his chest again. “To be honest I was quite upset when I heard that you asked her.”

“Why would you be upset about it and why didn’t you say anything?” His fingers found your ching so he could make you look up at him at the same time you two stopped swaying to the music just standing there in the middle of the Yule ball looking at each other.

“Are you that blind?” You laugh. “I’m in love with you Fred Weasley, I have been since we met.” You realise what you had said too late, the truth was out now. You just told your best friend that you were in love with him.

“Y-you love me?” He whispers out in shock.

“Y-yes. Forget about it. I don’t know why I said anything. I know you don’t feel the same.” You tell him as you pull away from him. Not wanting to hear him tell you that he didn’t feel the same way. You make it two steps from him when you feel his hand on yours and he pulls you back to him. His hands quickly find your cheeks as he pulls you into a deep kiss. A kiss that made fireworks go off, a kiss full of love and passion. It felt just like you were dreaming. He slowly pulls away and you open your eyes to see a big smile on his lips. “I love you y/n y/l/n, more than anything.” He tells you before kissing you again. “I wanted to do this for so long.” You giggle at him before you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into another kiss wanting to taste him again.

“Why haven’t you?” You finally ask as you pull away from him, your fingers playing with his hair.

“I have no clue honestly.” he laughs as he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “So love will you be my girlfriend?”

“Shouldn’t you take me on a date first?” You giggle at the face Fred makes at your words. “But yes Fred I will be your girlfriend.”

“Thank Merlin!” He yells out before pulling you into another passionate kiss. “I… love… you.” He whispers between the kisses. This is where you were meant to be, wrapped in Fred’s arms.

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sonybees · 3 years

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harry potter characters first date/first kiss

includes: harry, ron, george, and fred

warnings: food mention, there are a couple parts wherein i typed some stuff in all caps, kissing, my suckish writing. that’s all, i think, let me know if i should add any more :)

a/n: hello!!! i am very bored and this idea just came to me so we’ll be doing some preferences/headcanons for first dates with the harry potter characters! idk if i’ll do well on this one but i’ll tryehd. i also tried to make it gender neutral so if i made any mistake on that, let me know :) i did not proofread this so i’m sorry if it sucksjsn. anyways here we go!

Harry

- i have a feeling that he’d just bring you to the three broomsticks and treat you with a lil butterbeer and some snacks!

- it’ll probably be a bit awkward at first but you guys start warming up to each other and keep talking about random stuff like school, quidditch and so on.

- there were also A LOT of stolen glances

- and the look in your eyes, them lips, and back to your eyes? it did not go unnoticed. you both really wanted to kiss each other trust me

- you guys will be so caught up in the conversation that you lost track of time and saw later on that it was very late already.

- he offers to walk you back to your dorms and of course you accepted

- you walked in a comfortable silence until you reached your dorms or outside your common room

- you hugged each other goodbye and stared into each other’s eyes before snapping out of it

- harry turned around to walk back to his dorms and you sighed as you turned to your door

- that was until, you decided to run up to him and do your thing. you had fun with him tonight and found out about all your differences and similarities. you fell for him.

- you ran up to him, grabbed his face and pulled him to a kiss. he was shocked and freezed for a moment before pulling you in by your waist and kissing you deeply.

- man, oh man. this guy’s as red as his best friend’s hair.

- “oh- uh wow. okay.”

- you both laughed and ended up cuddling with each other in the gryffindor common room :)

Ron

- he wouldn’t really know where to bring you at first so he asked hermione for some help

- she suggested for you guys to go to hogsmeade and he thought it was a great idea

- he was a bit nervous at first and his ears were very red but you thought it was adorable

- you guys didn’t really know where to go to at first but you decided to go for some ice cream and so, you did.

- at florean fortescue’s ice cream parlor, sat two lovebirds, y/n and ron 🥰

- you guys would laugh about anything and everything. literally like anything.

- you saw someone’s sling bag moving around and jumping everywhere on it’s own, bringing the person with it and you guys found it hard not to laugh but you eventually felt bad for them and helped them ‘cause y’all are good people 😌

- after ice cream, you guys really just went around.

- you went to the three broomsticks (more food yay!! sjsj), honeydukes, and even zonkos.

- though, much to ron’s dismay, george and fred were there and oh the teasing

- “ooooo, little ickle ronnikins got himself a date.”

- “how’s it going? did he embarass himself yet?”

- “did you snog yet?”

- you both blushed so very hard at this statement

- ron literally smacked both of them turned to you, asking if you wanted to leave the place

- you chuckled and nodded

- you guys went close to the shrieking shack, just staring at it and examining it.

- you guys had sweet short conversations about who knows what until a silence went through both of you

- the only things you could hear were the sound of the wind and a few chatters from the people at the back

- ron gathered all his courage and looked at you

- “can i kiss you?” he asked suddenly, leaving you surprised

- “well, i mean, it’s alright if you don’t want to, that was just- i don’t know- okay that was creepy now that i thin-“

- you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to you. you kissed him so passionately and this guy just stood there until he processed what was happening

- you guys pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes

- “of course i want to kiss you.”

- you both smiled wide until you heard familiar voices shouting from the back

- “WOHOOOO RONNY FINALLY HAD HIS FIRST KISS!”

- “WAY TO GO RON, YOU GOT A GOOD ONE”

- you guys laughed and were all flustered please y’all were just standing therekdjjd

- you looked into each other’s eyes once again but you felt something drip down on your head.

- rain.

- you guys ran to the nearest shelter and held on to each other, laughing. it was something you’ll never forget.

George

- honestly feel like he’d panicsjjs

- like he wouldn’t really know what to do so he asks for help from ginny. luna volunteered to help as well :)

- they planned a little picnic date for you two in the quidditch pitch

- you guys had a bunch of snacks, drinks and all the goodies

- at one point, you guys flew on broomsticks together around the pitch and just screaming your lungs out

- it was fun.

- you listened to some music using a little record player he brought and there were so many good ones

- one song you guys absolutely loved though was “just the two of us” by grover washington

- he took your hand and danced with you and huge grins were plastered upon both your faces

- he suddenly stopped and looked into your eyes, doen to your lips and back to your eyes

- you both leaned in

- your stomach was filled with so many butterflies as you leaned-

- “GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!”

- “NEVER!”

- this man had the audacity to carry you over his shoulder just as you were about to kiss 😒

- you guys ran around the pitch laughing hysterically

- like literally everyone in the gryffindor common room can hear you screaming laughingdjdu

- he finally put you down, trying to calm down and fix his breathing. you tried to as well

- you two finally calmed down and once again, looked into each other’s eyes

- this time it happened, i promise

- man, your heart was filled with so much joy and so was his

- you guys stargazed when it finally turned night time

- your head was laid on his lap and his hands were on his head as you both were looking up to the beautiful night sky

- you both talked about who knows what til you fell asleep.

- he didn’t mind, he thought you were adorable

- he brought you to your dorm room and laid you down.

- “sleep tight, beautiful.” he said as he leaned down to kiss your forehead

Fred (let’s assume you’re a muggleborn/half blood for this one)

- i feel his would be kind of? spontaneous but it still went very well

- at the great hall, he sent you a note telling you to meet him at “4 pm, quidditch pitch. today. see you there ;)”

- you looked back up at him to see him winking at you and you just laughed

- later that afternoon, you sat at the empty bleachers and just sat there, waiting patiently for freddie to come and meet you

- he arrived a few minutes later on his quidditch broom

- “cmon y/l/n, hop on.”

- he lowered down his broom close to you so that you could get on

- “what? hop on? what do you mean hop on?”

- “we’re going for a joy ride, love.”

- he sent you a wink and oh my gosh you were flustered which was a rare occurrence for you

- “joy ride? to where?”

- “the muggle world.”

- that cheeky grin still on his face

- “wait. what if we get caught- i don’t wan-“

- “we won’t. i promise you. now, stop asking so many questions and hop on.”

- you sighed and smiled an finally joined him

- you’d never admit it to him but you were pretty excited

- he’d never admit to you either the fact that he loved the feeling your head resting on his back

- anyways, back to the date

- you guys arrived at this really tall huilding and landed there

- “fred, i told you, people will see us. stop playing around.”

- this guy just laughed at you and found your anger cute for some reasonsjs

- you were scolding him ‘cause you almost got caught so many timesidjd

- but yk you couldn’t really stay mad at him

- you went down to the streets but you left his broom there on the building

- you went to so many places

- you guys went to a couple stores, even shopping ones

- you never really bought anything though lmfao

- you stumbled across a 7/11 as well and bought a few slushies

- by a few i mean 5 for each of you

- yeah, it seems like too much but you guys didn’t really care at the moment

- plus they tasted great

- you guys walked around more and found a cute little cafe

- fred didn’t really wanna go in at first but he saw how much you wanted to so he agreed

- there was a little stage on there with some instruments and a microphone

- yeah, he did.

- this guy went on that stage and rocked his heart out

- everyone loved it honestly

- and you were trying so hard not to laugh ‘cause he looked so adorably stupid

- he had a lot of fun

- next stop, a drive thru cinema

- okay, you guys don’t have cars but that didn’t stop you two

- you both sat in the middle front on the ground

- a cheesy rom com movie came on

- fred groaned and the other people shushed him and you laughed

- at one point, you put your head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on yours

- oh it was adorable

- you guys didn’t actually pay much attention to the movie, honestly

- you were both messing around, trying not to get in trouble and holding in your laughs as best as you can

- then, as you watched the movie

- the main characters finally kissed

- and fred decided that it was now or never

- he looked at you and grabbed your chin gently

- you looked at him and both of you immediately felt weak

- you were so beautiful under the moonlight

- your eyes sparkled like the stars

- his hair was a mess but you found it adorable (and attractive)

- his eyes were soft as he stared into yours

- and both of you leaned in

- it felt like a bunch of fireworks bursted in your chest

- you both smiled into the kiss

- and the people watching the movie clapped their hands

- they weren’t clapping at the movie, they were clapping for both of you

- “thank you, thank you! now, y/n y/l/n, will you take the honor of being the person i promise to take care of til the end of time? in short, be my dear significant other?”

- he leaned on one knee as he said this

- you tried to restrain yourself from smiling so hard but you failed

- “gladly.”

- everyone burst into cheers once again and fred carried, spun you around and kissed you again

- you loved it so much

- you both left the place holding hands, laughing and smiling because you both couldn’t really hold it in anymore

- you went back up to the building and flew back to hogwarts.

- he brought you to your dorm and kissed you goodnight

- “goodnight, beautiful .”

- “goodnight, handsome.”

- that was a night you will never forget

(i got a little carried away on this one, i just love the idea. let’s also pretend that no one noticed at all that two kids were flying on a broomstick, thanksushdjd)

ending a/n: i hope you all enjoyed this! i hope it wasn’t bad lmfaosjjd. i wanted to try something like this so here it is :) have a great day, everyone!!!

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter preferences #harry potter x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #ron weasley x reader #harry potter #sofia’s writing #i honestly feel like this sucks but idrc at this point #i had fun writing this one so

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bl597 · 4 years

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Could you write a Fred Weasley imagine where he likes the reader but she’s Ron’ best friend along with Harry’s and Hermione. And he doesn’t want that because if there were to break up, he would have to pick a side. And he doesn’t want to pick between his brother and best friend.

hello, dear! 💞💞 of course i can!! hope you enjoy it and please forgive me for taking so long to post it!!

warnings: hell yes I finally finished it!! it's agnsty but a little fluffy I guess, fem!reader but nothing that could change the story (you can replace it with male/gender neutral pronouns), reader's the same age as the golden trio, not revised bc im lazy, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!! requests are closed for a while!

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Ron had noticed it all before even you knew it; the way you and Fred looked at each other longer than friends should look at each other. Or how a blush painted both your faces whenever you were in the same room. Or how you always flirted. Or how you wouldn't shut up about each other for one bloody second. Or just how in love you seemed to be.

He hated it, honestly. You were his best friend and Fred was his brother, it was weird to even think about it. Besides, he didn't want it all to begin because if there is a break up, he would be forced to pick a side, and that was definitely not something he wanted to do.

The Yule Ball was a few months away and Fred had already tried to talk to Ron about asking you to go with him, and Ron always tried to find an excuse to avoid his brother. How was he supposed to say he wouldn't help him without looking like an idiot?

“You should tell him” he heard Hermione's voice as she entered the common room with you, both of you giggling.

“I think I'll just wait a little” you quietly said, sitting down in front of Harry and Ron. “Hi, boys”

“Hello” said Harry looking up from his Charms homework and smiling at you and Mione, who smiled back at the boy.

“Hi” Ron pushed the parchment and books aside with a loud groan, cursing Snape and Potions with all his heart and then turned to you two with furrowed brows. “What are you two talking about?”

Hermione giggled, wiggling her eyebrows at you with a small smirk while placing a book on top of the table and opening it. “(Y/n) is waiting for Freddie to ask her to the Yule Ball” she replied in a playful tone, which made you slap her armp lightly.

“What?!” Ron exclaimed, ears as red as his hair.

Everyone looked at him with a censorship look and his face became even redder as he apologized to the other people on the common room. He then looked at you again, eyes wide in surprise.

Okay, he did know you and Fred had feelings for each other, but he didn't think any of you would actually act on it. Hadn't Fred give up after all those miserable attempts to ask for Ron's opinion on how he should ask you out? Of course not, Fred doesn't give up so easily, Ron thought, mentally facepalming himself with a silent groan.

“Why Fred? There are a lot of other cool boys in the castle” he said in an almost accusing tone, which mad you frown. “I bet a lot of boys had asked you out already, you should go with one of them”

“I mean,” you shyly started, an almost invisible blush painting your cheeks “Finch-Fletchley had asked me to go to the Ball with him, but I said I needed to think about it and then I'd tell him.”

“Bullshit” Hermione added chuckling “You only said that because you were waiting for a certain redheaded Gryffindor to ask you out.”

You blushed a deep shade of red at her commentary, playfully rolling your eyes and she smirked. “Oh, hush, Granger”

“What are we doing?” Harry confusedly asked, almost running so he could catch Ron, who was going somewhere with heavy footsteps, ears red like their robes.

“Trying to find Fred” he replied and Harry almost didn't hear him, the noise in the corridors making it almost impossible to hear him.

Harry didn't ask anything else, deciding it would be better to just silently follow his best friend and see what he was up to. They didn't stop walking until they reached the Great Hall, where the twins and Lee Jordan were excitedly talking about a new prank.

“Fred Weasley!” he shouted, getting the attention of some other students that were calmly eating, now looking at him with furrowed brows. Harry quietly apologized to them before following Ron to were his brothers and Lee were.

“Hello, brother dearest. What do I own the honour of your visit?” Fred asked with a cheeky smile, drinking his pumpkin juice while looking at Ron, waiting for him to speak.

“You come with me. Now.” he said rather coldly, which made Fred get confused. They quietly left the Great Hall, leaving Harry, George and Lee curiously following them with their eyes as they disappeared from the Hall.

The two redheads kept walking around the castle's corridors, trying to find a place that wasn't occupied by the students. Ron stopped walking when he saw an empty corridor, and he quickly dragged Fred inside it with him, turning around to the older boy with arched brows and a I-know-all-your-sins look.

“I know what you're planning, and that won't happen” Ron finally said, crossing his arms over his chest “You won't ask (Y/n) to go to the Ball with you, okay?”

Then it all clicked on Fred's mind, a smirk immediately forming itself on his lips. “Awn, is Ickle Ronniekins jealous?” he mocked his younger brother, even though there was a hint of jealousy on his own voice.

“What? No!” Ron exclaimed, a blush painting his face and neck, the tip of his ears feeling and looking like it was on fire. “She's my best friend. And that's the problem”

“So, you want to ask her out?” Fred asked quietly whilst crossing his arms over his chest, proping up on the wall next to him. “You know I fancy her for a while, mate”

“Bloody hell! I do not want to ask her out!” Ron groaned, looking at Fred like it was the most obvious thing in the world “I just don't want you to do it, because then you two would start dating and I don't want that because if you two break up, I have to pick up a side, and I don't want to lose my brother or my best friend!”

Ron finally exploded, saying what was bothering him for the past months, and it felt like all the weight on his shoulders magically disappeared. He never felt so light like right now, it was a fantastic feeling. Fred was looking at him in shock, eyes wide open at his brother's words.

“Oh” was all Fred could say, his shoes suddenly being the most interesting thing he could lay his eyes on at the moment.

“Yeah” Ron replied quietly, an awkward silence between the two Weasleys, none of them knowing what to do or say right now. Ron then cleared his throat, getting Fred's attention. “I should go back now, Harry has lots of practice to do for the next task. Hm, see you around”

“You did what?!” Hermione incredulously asked, homework soon forgotten. You shushed her, trying to make her remember you were in the library. “Sorry, sorry. But why did you do that?” she finished her question, talking quieter than before.

“I said I'll go to the Ball with Justin” you shrugged as if it was nothing, turning your attention back to the piece of parchment in front of you, dipping the quill on the ink and continuing your essay about the Bezoar and its properties.

“But why? Weren't you planning on asking Fred?”

“Yeah, but the Ball is in two weeks and he already has a partner. Besides, Justin is cute, I should give him a chance, maybe” you simply replied, still focused on your essay.

She looked at you with furrowed brows, but decided not to say anything else and do her homework instead.

The night was fantastic, the Great Hall was decorated with beautiful winter ornaments, and a baby blue was painting the walls and tables. The students were gracefully dancing with their partners and even the teachers were dancing too. It all looked magical and like it just came straight from a fairytale.

“May I have this dance, Miss (Y/l/n)?” asked Justin playfully, extending his hand for you to take it and you gladly did with a smile.

“Yes, you may, Mr Finch-Fletchley” you replied, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

This song was slower than the last one, which meant you'd have to be closer to each other. He shyly placed his hand on your hip after asking if you were comfortable with that, taking your right hand in his as you placed your left one on his shoulder. You then started slow dancing to the song on the background, the other couples doing the same on the Hall.

It was nice to spend time with him, you two surprisingly had a lot of things in common and the silence between you two wasn't awkward or weird, it was actually nice and comfortable, but something was missing.

He didn't make fun remarks about professor Snape's I-was-forced-to-be-here face, or jokes about Ron awkwardly dancing with Padma Patil, or about anything else. He was amazing, but he wasn't Fred.

You felt bad for accepting going out with Justin as a 'second option', but it was not like you were using him.. right? Fred was going with someone else, so you found other person to go with. It's fair, right? Besides, it could happen anyways; not everything in life happens the way we all want to, or else it would be really boring. Shrugging those thoughts out of your head, you focused on your partner again, moving your body with his as you two danced the night away.

It was around midnight when the students started leaving the Great Hall, and you were one of those students. You were planning on going to your dorm and sleep like a baby until tomorrow, but decided against it and went to the courtyard, where a very few people were.

The night breeze was cold and the snow was adorning the ground and shrubs around the courtyard. The sky was dark and the stars were brightly shining on it, the moonlight illuminating all the place. It was a very lovely night.

You then caught sight of a small bench away from the kissing teenagers and headed to it, brushing the snow out of it before sitting down. You were just enjoying the fresh air after being at the Ball for the last hours. It's not like you didn't like it, it was the total opposite of it, you loved the night and the Ball was perfect, you just needed some time away from the crowd.

“Shouldn't you be at your dorm?” you heard a very familiar voice from behind you, which made you jump a little, quickly looking at the voice's owner with a smile.

It was Fred. He was still wearing the clothes he wore earlier, his hair was covering half of his face, but it was still clear he was with a silly smile on his lips. That made you smile too.

“Shoudn't you be at your dorm?” you replied with his own question, raising a brow at his with a small smirk.

“Now you got me” he joked, sitting down next to you on the bench. “Didn't feel like sleeping yet. You?”

“Same” you quietly said, looking at the night sky. “So, where's Angelina?”

“At the Gryffindor common room, I guess” he replied after a little while, turning to look at you. “And where's Finch-Fletchley?” his voice carried a bit of annoyance at the mention of the Hufflepuff boy's name.

“Dancing with a Beauxbatons girl” you giggled as you remembered Justin clumsily dancing with a girl who was taller than him “He really has lots of energy and I was tired of dancing, so he kind of found another partner”

He nodded quietly, still focused on you. You flushed red when you noticed he had been watching you for a few minutes, suddenly feeling your cheeks burning under his deep stare.

“You know, we learnt how to read the stars in Astronomy” Fred spoke with a serious expression, and you turned all your attention to him, eager to hear the rest. It was no surprise you always loved Astronomy and were more than excited to learn more and more about it. “And these starts are telling me something, something really important”

You gasped, eyes widened as you attentively listened to every word that left his mouth. “What is it, Freddie?”

He inched closer to you, to the point where your noses were almost touching and your breath hitched, anxiously awaiting for his answer while trying your hardest not to blush even more because of how close his lips were to yours.

“They say you should kiss me.” he said with a cheeky smile, watching in amusement as your face became redder than his hair. “The stars never lie”

With a confident smirk, you closed the gap between you two, softly placing your lips on his in a short peck that soon became an actual kiss, your mouths moving in sync with each other, tongues gracefully dancing together inside your mouths as your hands flew to his face, cupping his cheeks in order to deepen the kiss.

You pulled apart minutes later, gasping for air. Both your faces were a shade of dark pink, both from the kiss and from the freezing breeze assaulting your bodies. You could still feel the ghost of Fred's soft lips hovering over yours, and it was a deliciously confusing feeling. The kiss made you feel warm inside and it lit things up on you that made you feel happy and light.

But at the same time, it just felt so wrong to do it. It was like a guilty pleasure, even though you didn't exactly know why you felt guilty. Maybe it was because you two already had partners and it would be a little unfair of your parts to do it? Or maybe was it because deep down you knew it just felt wrong because kissed your best friend's brother? You couldn't really point out what was it, but it left a weird feeling inside your chest.

“I'm sorry” you said in a weak voice, barely over a whisper. What exactly you were apologizing for you didn't know, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.

“I wanted to ask you to go to the Ball with me” he quietly admitted and you frowned at him.

“Why didn't you do it then?”

“I promised Ron I wouldn't” you opened your mouth to ask why, but he continued speaking “He said that if we start dating and then break up, he would have to choose between you and me, and he doesn't want that. I felt like it would be a little selfish of me if I asked you out after he told me that, so I came with Angelina.”

Oh. So that was why Ron was acting weird when Hermione mentioned you going out with Fred. You couldn't blame him for it, I mean, you would feel the same if one of your best friends started dating your brother or sister. It was weird to feel like this.

But, wasn't it a little bit selfish of Ron? Like, okay, he doesn't want to pick a side, but doesn't he want you to be happy? What if the relationship lasts for a long time? What if you don't break up and actually be happy with each other? You wouldn't know, because Ron was afraid of the 'what if they break up' part. It actually angered you a little bit.

“What if it goes fine, Fred?” your question finally broke the silence, voice soft and weak as it left your mouth. His eyes turned to you, his warm brown eyes examining every detail of your face. “We wouldn't know because we didn't even try.”

“We could try” he said, a genuine small smile on his lips as he took your hands in his, squeezing them softly in a reassuring way.

“Let's talk about this tomorrow, okay? It's already late” you replied quietly, giving his cheek a kiss before getting up. “Good night, Freddie.”

And then you headed to inside the castle to go to your common room, leaving Fred sitting there alone. You felt bad for leaving right now, but you just needed to think about it and sleep. You could talk about it in the morning.

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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years

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Careless

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 13, 19 & 23

"I'm so happy and not at all jealous."/"We had a deep and meaningful relationship/What was their last name?"/"I thought it mattered what I said or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be."

Warnings: Swearing. War Scene - blood & injury. Angsty.

Y/n was trouble with a capital T. She was daring, confident, snarky and a massive Quidditch fan. In other words; she were Fred Weasleys perfect woman.

But it's not what you think, they were just friends. Chaotic, hell raising, perfect-for-each-other friends.

With the Twins and y/n around Hogwarts it were remarkable the Castle were still standing. But not for their lack of trying. After an especially careless prank, which left the Gryffindor Common Room with a new window, it's safe to say the threesome were there for one another through thick and thin.

Pranks however, weren't the only area in which Y/n, and Fred for that matter, were careless.

Both had the tendency to be rather frivolous in romantic relationships. It seemed like every other week the pair had a new partner on their arm. George liked to joke that, of all the people left in their age group, the only people they hadn't 'had a round' with were each other. The rumours, jokes or insults to character never bothered them though. They were young and weren't looking for anything serious - so what's the harm in having a little fun? That was y/ns reasoning anyway. It had been Freds as well...in the beginning. Until he were struck with a rather bracing realisation.

The reason why he rushed so fast into new relationships without a care wasn't so much 'for the fun of it' or genuine interest in the other, but denial. He were running and burying his head in the sand, or rather the bedsheets - as it were, to distract himself from the very chilling reality that he was desperately, hopelessly and unequivocally in love with his best friend. With y/n.

So after that particularly bitter pill to swallow, Fred's relations became a means to an end. A means of getting over her. Of finding someone to replace her.

It never worked, of course, because no other girl was her. No one made him laugh or smile like her. Nor did anyone get his heart racing like she did.

He did everything he could to bury his feelings; under piles of work, copious amounts of alcohol and an abundance of meaningless sex, and it genuinely seemed to be working...until the War came.

That walk into the Great Hall after the initial Battle is one Fred would never forget.

The smell; of death and destruction. The way his body ached and longed to rest.

Slowly limping through the destroyed arched doorway, accompanied by Percy - who's shoulders he'd drapped an arm across seeking support. They were talking with one another, throwing around light-hearted brotherly insults here and there, which helped keep Freds mind off the immense pain surging through his leg at the time, small smiles adorning their faces.

That's when they heard it.

A blood curdling scream. One of pure agony.

Their eyes shot directly to the source, on the far side of the room - where all the Weasleys were gathered around a body. A girls.

Arthur was holding tight onto Molly as she sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood on the outskirts pale and afraid, while Bill and Charlie had a hold of Ginny in attempt to shield her. Fred's gaze flickered to where he saw George had knelt beside the body.

He was gripping one of her hands as his other tried desperately to keep her still on the floor while she writhed and cried out in pain.

She were covered in blood as Madam Pomfrey worked frantically to mend the severe wounds in her abdomen, where shards of debris protruded from her flesh.

The cry had been caused from the extraction of a particularly large shard, of what Fred didn't know.

George was running a tender hand over y/ns head, gently stroking her hair and the sides of her face as he whispered soothing sounds and comforting words in her ear.

Fred didn't know how long he'd stood there, staring in shock, he'd felt petrified - numb to everything but the fear coursing through his veins. Till suddenly his feet were moving.

A first painful step, which nearly crippled him, was followed by an equally sore but determined second. Then a third, and before he knew it he was running. Sprinting as fast as he could regardless of the pain it inflicted, nothing could stop him from reaching her side.

Barging past friends and family members he collapsed on Georges otherside. Eyes raking the ever paling and blood covered woman laid before him. George was shaking as he looked to his brother with tear-filled eyes but Freds stare was unwavering.

Somehow mustering the strength he spoke the only words playing through his mind, "What can I do?" His eyes never left y/ns wound, above which Pomfreys hands hovered as she worked.

"Fred?" Y/n cried through deep breaths, her head turning to the side in an attempt to see him. "I'm here, Sweetheart." He placed a hand to her knee. Her eyes were screwed tight shut as she threw her head back against the hard, cold floor. Tears parted tracks through the thick dust and muck plastered to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw inhaling sharply as the next piece of debris was removed - a relatively small piece in comparison to the earlier one. George continued to soothe his friend as Pomfrey instructed Fred on what to do.

They wished everything had gotten better from there. That after they successfully removed all the debris and stopped the blood from further pouring from her body that she'd been able to recover simply. But news only seemed to get worse once they reached St Mungo's.

She'd fallen into a coma. Y/n had suffered severe internal injuries and the Healers never held out much hope that she'd survive.

Y/n always was full of surprises.

She'd come out of her coma and began showing signs she could yet make a recovery. No one could have possibly anticipated the day healers would begin talk of rehab. They considered it a miracle she were even breathing.

Naturally the Twins were there every step of the way. Especially Fred. There were whole nights, even before she'd regained consciousness, where he'd spend every minute by her bedside. Nights he'd spend working tirelessly in the shops office to perfect ideas they'd concocted to help ease and enhance y/ns physical therapy. Inventions that worked so well Healers from all over were lining up to get their hands on, after seeing how successful y/ns recovery were as a direct result of their products. Hell, most days you couldn't even tell she'd been through a war - her scars the only physical reminder, to the untrained eye.

There were no doubt left in Freds body after that. He loved her with every part of his soul and that was never going to change, and so his involvement in the dating scene became virtually non-existent.

Y/ns on the other hand...well some things don’t change.

She was given a second chance and wasn't about to waste it worrying about what 'could' have happened. Life were too short for that. She did, however, start keeping an eye out for 'Mr/Mrs Right' during her rendezvous'.

Fred tried his hardest to be supportive. Opting rather to love her from the sidelines than risk hurting their relationship by getting his hands dirty and playing the game. After Y/ns most recent conquest however his happy facade may officially be waning.

It was just past sunset in Diagon Alley and so Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, much like all the other stores, were going through their nightly closing routine.

Fred was working through the registers whilst, much to his dismay, George were left to the Twins least favourite chore - cleaning and restocking the store.

That's when the front door burst open.

"Evening, Boys!" Y/n announced happily as she strode into the store. "Fred! I told you to lock the door, lest the riff-raff barge in!" George called jokingly over the railing of the second floor. Fred couldn't help but smile, not looking up from the task at hand "My mistake!". Y/n scowled up at George as she hopped onto the front desk, "Like that could keep me out." Leaning over the counter top she placed a kiss to Freds cheek, "Heya Freddie". He looked to her, instantly finding himself on cloud nine, and leant casually onto the counter to speak with her. "Hey, Lovely. How was your day?" "Oh, I am so glad you asked!" Y/n said beaming as she clapped her palms against her knees, kicking one leg atop the other. "It was fantastic!" "Do tell." George spoke, decending the stair case, "What's 'fantastic's name?" He goaded.

Y/n glared at him playfully, "Think you have me all worked out do you?" "You know we do." Fred interjects. "Can read you like a book, Darling. You've got not secrets from us"

"Especially after our little incident during rehab, when I had to help you in the shower." George added with a teasing brow, this causing y/n to scrunch her nose. "Okay, George, that's talking about it when we agreed never to talk about it!" The Twins laughed at her embarrassed expression. "Anyway, 'fantastic's name is Mason."

Fred swallowed thickly at the news of, yet another, romantic partner but still he suppressed his distaste as he normally would.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent listening to y/ns retelling of how she met, Mason. About how great they made her feel. Fred couldn't help but envy the way the mere thought of them had y/n biting her lip in attempt to suppress a giddy smile. He'd give anything for her to look that way while thinking about him.

Fred had been quiet through most of the conversation, untrusting of his own voice not to give away his utter disdain at the news. Still he smiled when he should and convincingly feigned interested as she spoke. It wasn't until she began talking about her date, tonight, with them that he finally spared himself the heartache and stopped listening.

Later that evening, Fred was trying hard to keep himself occupied with thoughts on anything but the date the love of his life currently found herself on. As George and he just finished their own meal he'd taken to determinately cleaning the dishes piled within their sink - whilst George dried, a small habit the two fell into thanks to years of Molly putting the pair on dish duty after meals.

Unknowingly to Fred, he'd been uncharacteristically quiet for the whole evening. Something his brother had not failed to notice. "So..." he began breaking the long running silence of the night, "y/n seems pretty bent on this new bloke doesn't she?" "Mmm" "Never know this one may even last" George let out a breathy laugh as he prodded Fred's shoulder with his elbow, watching carefully for his reaction.

George wasn't stupid. He knew exactly how Fred felt, well before the night of the battle.

Fred's eyebrows quirked, lips parting as he clicked his jaw, visibly unsettled by his Twins topic of discussion.

"You okay, Freddie?" "Yeah. No, they sound great. Absolutely perfect. He's bloody 'Mr Fantastic'" His voice was laced with attitude and sarcasm as he spoke.

Finishing washing the final glass Fred throws the dish sponge against the back wall of the sink harder than intended in his frustration. "Easy there mate, get you're not happy but don't take your jealousy out on the poor bloody sponge" George picks it up from where it'd landed, mockingly shielding it from his brother with an overly concerned expression. "What are you on about?" Fred sneered defensively, "I'm so happy and not at all jealous."

"Sure you are" George replied with a look which read 'really?' "Yeah no, I get it. I'd be fine too if the girl I fancied was out on a date with some other bloke." He shrugged nonchalantly as he walked back to the living room, lounging comfortably across their sofa.

Fred looked to his brother as if he'd grown another head. "Don't give me that look. We both know I know." George rolled his eyes. "Well then tell me, oh wise and all-knowing Brother" Fred bowed mockingly, "what would you do in my situation?" He walked over with an expectant brow, perching himself of the sofas opposite arm rest.

"Oh, I dunno...maybe confess to the poor girl." "You say that like it's the simplest thing in the world." "It is, Freddie." "No. No it's not, whatever this is it's not simple." "It won't get any easier if you don't try. Here look I'll help you" George sat up eagerly, leaning against the back of the couch. "You be you, I'll be- don't give me that look. I'll be y/n. Tell me what you'd say to her." "This is stupid" Fred rolled his eyes. "Don't be a prat, just...go. I won't judge." "Right, cause that sounds like you." "Fred-" George warned. "Fiiiine!" He groaned which only caused his brother to smile cockily, satisfied he finally got what he wants.

Fred looked at his brother who flicked his hair and batted his eyelashes dramatically. There's no way he can do this looking at him. Rolling his eyes again he looked away with a scoff, contemplating all the things he'd say to y/n if he had the courage to.

"Well?..." "I don't know. I don't know what'd I'd say to her or where to start, I've never thought about it." "Maybe it's time you start thinking about it Freddie." George clapped him on the leg as he stood from his place on the couch.

He were half way to his bedroom before stopping, having just faintly heard the words whispered after him...

"I love her, Georgie." George smiles sadly to himself, only just turning his head he murmurs a reply. "Tell her that."

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The store was closed for the day and Fred had choose to have a rather uneventful night in, and so he sat on the end of the sofa reading the paper hoping for product inspiration to strike. George on the other hand were getting ready to go out for the night when came a rhythmic knock on the flat door. No need to ask who it were as they let themselves in, per usual.

"Hello, Boys" y/n bounded into the apartment, flopping casually onto their couch with her head in Freds lap.

He lifted the paper into one hand to better see her smiling face looking cheekily back up at him. His own fond and loving smile shown back. "Hey, Freddie" "Hey, Gorgeous." "HELLO, GEORGE?" She shouted listening intently for his response, "YEAH YEAH, Hello freeloader!" He yells back causing her smile to grow.

"You seem awfully happy, have a good day?" Fred asks as he begins to softly run his hands through y/ns hair out of a developed habit from all their late nights at Hogwarts. "Yeah it was good, just went out with Mason. We had a nice time but I'm just happy to be here with you losers." "Losers? How flattering" George calls from his bedroom. "Oh" at the mention of y/ns partner, Fred puts an end to his hands actions. Turning his attention pointedly back to the paper he'd been reading previously. "And how is 'Mr Fantastic'?" He sneers. "Yeah great...I think. I don't know, he sorta got carried away talking about work. Barely got a word in myself." Y/n chuckles fakely. Sensing her pent up reservations Fred can't help but resume his earlier actions, stroking her hair, but still his eyes stay on the page in front of him. Even if he can't seem to read a single word - too focused on the warmth y/ns body provides pressed against his. Wishing this were how he could spend every night, wrapped up on the couch with her in his arms.

"Alright, children!" George emerges from his bedroom, "I'm off. Don't destroy the place while I'm gone." "Oh that's right!" Y/n sits up excitedly to peer over the back of the sofa. "Tonights the big date" she rests her chin atop her arms as they fold over the backrest looking to George as he collects his wallet and keys. "That's right, Dearest." He ruffles her hair as he strides past to the door, "You're not the only one around here who goes out." He winks before leaving, a quick 'behave!' Called over his shoulder.

Y/n lays back down across Freds lap with a warm smile on her lips. "So...what do you wanna do tonight?"

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Fred was quietly thankful for George being out of the apartment for the night, the quality time spent with y/n were more than he could possibly ask for. It felt like being back in school, when they'd sneak to the Lake or Astronomy tower past curfew.

They were currently sat on the lounge room floor; a bottle of firewiskey and several stolen sweets from George's stash, scattered in front of them.

"I can't believe you just called me a slag!" Fred shouts as y/n laughed loudly. "W-well it's true." She shrugged, speaking through poorly restrained giggles. "Need I remind you of your time spent with Alice?" "Hey! We had a deep, and meaningful relationship." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "What was her last name?" Freds mouth opened in retort before swiftly closing. Eyes blankly scanning the room in search of the answer before realising he didn't have one. He nodded and shrugged in acknowledgement. "Point taken. Not that you're one to judge" he chuckled, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey before offering it to her. "Also true." Y/n accepted.

"When was the last time you waited until the third date?" "Honestly?" "No. Lie to me." Y/n rolled her eyes at his question. "Katie Bell." "Noooo...in 6th year?" "Yeah. Go on then, when was the last time you didn't just give it up?" "What, 'Honestly'?" "No. Lie to me." Fred threw an every flavour bean at her for the mockery. "Okay...Mr Fantastic." "Noooo..." "yeah." "I don't believe you." "What!? Why?" "Because you're whipped by the bloke! Surprised he even made it to a first date- OW! Hey, chocolate frogs are NOT for throwing!"

Neither were sure how this odd game of confessions began, perhaps somewhere around the half way mark on their bottle of Whiskey, but the embarrassing dirty little secrets they'd begun to reveal to one another had them both in hysterics as a result.

"So, why not?" "I dunno he just...hasn't got me feeling that way, ya know? Like, he's great, and we have a good time together - I guess. But it's not like this" she guestured between herself and Fred, who was listening intently. "I can't seem to relax and just be myself around him. He doesn't get me laughing till it hurts. Or make me feel safe and comfortable." Fred's lips parted slightly at her words, eyes dancing hopefully back and forth between hers which seemed to hold the same emotion his did in that moment. Was it possible she felt the same way?

"Or ya know, something less sappy." She chuckled, taking a drink from the Whiskey bottle and turning away from him. Whatever moment he'd felt was gone, and reality set in with the familiar bitter pill settling in his mouth which he refused to swallow.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disappointment that began to creep in. Over her comparison, in wanting someone like him, but in the end, not him. Never him. A sharp breath left him before speaking, "Yeah, well, I ah- I have work in the morning so I'd best call it a night." He avoided eye contact as he stood from his spot on the floor, all joints painfully stiff from the lack of movement.

Y/n was shocked by his abrupt change in attitude. He were no longer smiling, and there was an edge to his voice which wasn't there moments ago.

"Woah, wait...what just happened here? I thought we were having a good time." "We were" y/n stood, taking a tentative step towards him "So, what changed?" "Nothing"

"Fred? Come on, sit back down...please?" She grabbed one of his hands holding it close to her chest as she pouted at him. For a second Fred caught himself smiling at her antics. But only for a second. He shook his head, pulling his hand back from hers and stressfully running it through his hair.

"I can't, love." "Can't what?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I just can't sit there and listen to you talk about us; me and him." He snapped looking away from her. "Why? What's that have t-"

"Because I'm fucking in love with you!" Fred shouted, turning back to y/n in anger. "I'm in love with you and sitting there listening to you talk about how I make you feel safe - and how you wish it were him - it's ripping my fucking heart out y/n! But I'm stuck. Because I can't move on but I can't have you. So I just sit here like an idiot, watching you jump from one relationship to another, waiting- hoping that you'll care. I keep hanging onto moments - like right there - thinking there may be the slightest chance you might feel the same way. But you don't. And I can't do it anymore...so don't ask me to."

"Fred-" "I think you should go." "No, Fred I-" "Please! Go."

Y/n stood in place, staring in shock as her body seemed reluctant to move. She were petrified - numb to everything, but the fear swimming within her blood. What would happen if she walked out that door. Would he ever let her back in, or was this it? What if she leaves and loses him forever - and he never knew...

She drew a shaking breath that seemed to give a modicum of control back over her body. Her eyes flickered over the expanse of the boys flat. It were always so cheerful and warm - so why did she feel so cold? Her body trembled as her feet began to move, each step more painful than the last.

As she opened the door every nerve screamed for her to turn back around. Her head turned to the side, mouth falling dry and lips parting to speak though no words came. But the tears did. Rolling sadly down her cheeks as the door sealed shut behind her.

She was gone.

Fred fell to the couch. Any strength that were holding him from the ground disappearing as she did. Slouched over his knees, elbows digging into his thighs whilst he ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a heavy breath, a small relief spreading in his chest from the weight that'd been lifted. But mostly all that came was pain and tears from the heartache he'd tried so hard to shield himself from for all these years.

There's no telling how long he sat there, furiously rubbing at his eyes as the tears refused to stop falling. Not till the familiar crack of apparation reached his ears could he fully hold himself high again. George couldn't see him like this, he wouldn't let him.

With the creaking of the front doors hinges Fred stood, clearing his throat and running a final hand across his puffy, tear stained cheeks. "You're back early, what'd happen you strike out?" He joked, turning only to be met with the equally teary eyes of y/n. Although hers held something else as well - anger. Fred felt cold. What was she doing back here?

"Where do you get the nerve?" She snapped. Freds expression screwed between a mixture of insult and confusion. "Don't you dare, for a second, think you know how I feel." "I do." "No. No you don't! Otherwise you would have realised that I fucking love you too!" "W-what?"

"You think you're the only one? That after all these years together; after all those nights in the Astronomy tower. After all those days you spent by my side as I laid dying in that hospital bed. After all your time spent healing me; that I haven't fallen in love with you?"

"Well...well WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?" "WHY DIDN'T YOU!?"

Freds mouth was open but no words were coming. He let out a defeated breath, leaning against the back of the sofa as the weight of everything set in.

"...when?" "I don't know when I fell. Only when I realised. Guess that was the only good thing to come from that evil, pink bitch being around." Y/n chuckled sadly.

"THEN!? you knew then?" "After your first detention. I bandaged your hand and we spent the night together in the common room. You fell asleep in my lap, that's...that's when I knew."

This was all so overwhelming. So much for the quiet night in. Fred stared fixedly at a point on the side wall in thought, lightly shaking his head, unsure of exactly how he felt or what to do. This was everything he'd ever wanted to hear and that scared him a little bit.

"Look, I didn't say anything because you mean too much to me to ever risk jeopardising what we had and I- I could never find the words to..." Y/n swallowed thickly as all emotion caught in her throat. Taking his hand tightly in hers she tried to ground herself within the moment. The action turning Freds gaze back to hers.

"I thought it mattered what I said, or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. I never want to lose that and if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. All you have to do is just tell me; what do you want?"

Fred watched as the tears welled within y/ns eyes the longer she spoke, he wondered how they ever managed to be so goddamn obliviously stupid, that neither realised.

A soft smile crept across his lips as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "All I've ever wanted...is you." Y/ns whole body relaxed at his words, head falling in relief. Looking back into his eyes she bit her lip to suppress a giddy, lovestruck, smile.

"You've always had me."

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writesowhatnext · 4 years

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duolingo, mange ton cœur // fred weasley

Summary: Fred asks the reader (who definitely has a crush) to flirt for him

Request: nope

A/N: I tried to make the French easy to guess if you couldn’t read it or didn’t wanna google lol <3 let me know if you think I should include the translation

Reader: female

Warnings: swearing, making out

You’d been busy trying to scratch down a Transfiguration essay when a darkness came over you. The two shadows appearing over your shoulders, whilst not death-eaters or dementors, brought death with them. The death of any chance you had of finishing this essay.

“Hello, Y/N.” Fred said happily. You sighed a little, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach that seemed to appear whenever he was around… for no reason, of course.

“You speak French, right?” George, by the sound of his voice, was also smiling. You’d hoped you could just ignore them but, despite your best intentions, they had piqued your interest.

“Je peux parler un peu Français, je suppose.” You replied, spinning around on your stool to face the two evil geniuses behind most mayhem at Hogwarts. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, with their mischievous grins, towering over you. Both of their faces dropped, though, at your words.

“Right.” George said, frowning. “Anyway.”

“We need your help to get some girls from Beauxbatons to go to the Yule Ball with.”

You snorted before raising an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you going with Angelina?” you asked George, crossing your arms.

“I am indeed, dear Y/N. This would purely be to help our little Freddie here.” George replied, staring far too long at you. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“So, what do you say? Can you get a lovely French girl to like me?” Fred grinned.

“Je peux parler Français, je ne peux pas travailler miracles.” You smirked, leaning back against the table. George sent you a dry look whilst Fred barked a laugh.

“Your wit transcends language barriers, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well, what will get me to the ball with a witch that speaks French?”

“Chloroform?” you answered happily, smiling at your own joke. Fred mimicked you, wobbling his head from side to side to mock you. You made a face.

“Please, Y/N?” he asked, pouting. You deflated at his begging, knowing you probably wouldn’t be able to resist such a request from your best friend. Letting him get to you was your first mistake; your second was looking at George. He smiled at you knowingly, like he knew something he shouldn’t and you didn’t. You bit your cheek; you wanted to flirt with Fred, not for him. You huffed.

“You owe me.” You countered; Fred was already grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Of course, of course.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

When they told you about their new invention, Walkie Talkie Chalk, you began to regret your decision.

“So, let me get this straight,” you held a putty-like substance in your hand. “I put this thing in my ear and I can hear you?”

“And we can hear you.” Fred nodded, watching you push at the device in your hands.

“This doesn’t even look like chalk.” You remarked, squishing it in your fingers.

“It’s not.”

Your deadpan look only served to increase their grins.

“You’re idiots.” You shook your head.

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Your idiots though.”

You huffed, placing the gummy ball in your ear, your expression the perfect picture of disgust. It shifted in your ear, making you flinch.

“You’re vile buggers.” You hissed. George didn’t listen, though. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pushed you towards a group of witches in blue.

“Uh…” you stalled, looking at them. They were very beautiful, that much was obvious, and they were giggling between each other. At that point, you realised you’d vastly overestimated your bilingualism. “Merde.”

“Naughty.” Fred whispered in your ear. It figured that the only French he knew would be cussing. You tried to ignore the feeling that came over you at his words.

“Branleur.” You muttered in response before quickly approaching one of the girls leaving the group.

“Salut!” you said, way too loudly. You cursed your nerves. The girl, pretty with dark hair and bright eyes, turned around, unsure and surprised by your volume. “Ça va?”

She frowned, obviously confused.

“Well done, Y/N.” George chuckled. You clenched your jaw.

“Euh… ça va bien, merci.” She turned to face you then, gripping her books to her chest. “Et toi?”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised she was still talking to you. That was a win, right?

“Bof.”

She laughed and pursed her lips.

“Um, avez-vous une date pour le bal?” A vast overestimate indeed.

“Non, à vrai dire.”

You nodded, frowning. She giggled at your expression and you felt your face heat up.

“Je connais ce garçon – il est stupide mais... il est intelligent... et amusant... et très très beau…”

Fred couldn’t hear the rest of what you said, the Hufflepuff Quidditch team walking past you meant the only sound the Walkie Talkie Chalk picked up was their footfalls. He didn’t need to though, really. He could feel George’s stare on him.

“I don’t think we need a translator for that one.” George said, trying to hide his smile.

“George,” Fred frowned, meeting his twin’s eyes. “Do you think Y/N likes me?”

“No, not at all. She thinks you’re a right prat. I think she fancies you, though.”

Fred didn’t say anything for a moment. He pressed his lips together as a shit-eating grin lifted his cheeks. He leant out of their hiding place, peeking around a staircase to see you and the beautiful French girl. He watched, with a decent amount of glee and amusement, as the girl laughed, her hands on your shoulders. He sniggered when she placed a light kiss to your cheek, your face a picture of embarrassment and shock. He hoped that meant he wouldn’t have to let down a French girl today.

As you turned on your heel to come back to him, he jumped back into his hiding spot, noticing George wasn’t there. Looking around, he found his twin walking down the opposite corridor to you, shooting him a wink. He couldn’t help but smirk.

“Sorry about that.” You said, appearing next to him, leaning against the wall. “I didn’t realise that she thought I was asking her out.”

A chuckle slipped from Fred’s lips.

“Where’s George?” you asked, looking over Fred’s shoulder.

“He’s working out a few bugs in the Walkie Talkie Chalk. The sound cut off just after you said I was beautiful and charming and wonderful.”

You opened your mouth indignantly. You’d been so focused on trying not to look like an idiot, you’d forgotten Fred and George were listening.

“I did not say that.”

Fred stepped around you so your back faced the wall. Your forehead creased.

“You might as well have done.”

“Well, sorry, I’ll try to sell you more realistically next time.”

He just stared at you, smiling widely.

“Why does your face look like that?” you asked, conscious of his proximity. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I think you fancy me.”

“Pfft…” you did not have a lot of time to formulate an actually helpful response to convince him he was wrong and you knew it would be very obvious, especially to someone that knew you as well as Fred. “No, I don’t.”

“Is that right?” he asked, stepping closer.

You frowned, nodding with your jaw clenching. You cursed yourself for being so obvious, avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“So,” he looked at the wall above you for a second and you took the opportunity to look at his face. It made it worse when he turned back to you. “If I asked you to the Yule Ball, you wouldn’t want to go?”

You considered your choices: lie and say no to conserve your pride; say yes, be honest and finally have a chance with Fred, risking that he might be joking; change the subject.

“I thought you wanted to go with a French girl?”

He leant closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. You dared to meet his eyes, lost almost instantly at the intensity.

“I said I wanted to go with a witch that speaks French. I think you fit the bill, don’t you?”

You bit your lip, looking down to his, weighing up your options. He didn’t give you that much of a chance before you were pressed to the wall, his mouth and body on yours. His hands gripped your bum, pinning you to the wall whilst yours clawed up his chest. You were thankful for a free period. You weren’t aware that you couldn’t breathe until he pulled away and the silence was filled with your panting, his mouth wide in a grin.

“You’re serious?” you asked, looking up to him, his hands heavy on your hips. He frowned, looking up and pretending to think for a second.

“Oui.”

Whilst he enjoyed the sound of you laughing at one of his jokes, he enjoyed kissing you a lot, lot more.

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cannotgiveafuck · 3 years

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Idk have a concept: Billy Goes On Dates With Friends.

Billy, a teenager, moping about bc his friends are now really into crushes and dating. He recognizes that he doesn't experience the same feelings as others, and he's not sure how to place it amongst his other different facets, but there it is! (I headcanon Billy as demi/ace).

Anyway he makes the mistake of being mopey around Klarion, who loathes to see the few he considers friends upset (also its not fun). And then Billy tries to put his feelings into words.

"If you wish to command more time with your... friends, you could easily summon them."

"Thats not... quite what I mean, Klar. It's just.... they're going on dates! I can't interrupt that! And I don't want to."

"So you want to do your own mating rituals?"

"Please don't call them that."

"I've lived a very long time, Billy. I know what human dating is."

"Somehow that's better, but still... Wait, you've dated?"

"I've courted a dark witch or creature here and there. Is that so surprising?"

"Thats kinda gross, honestly."

"Shut up. What is your problem here exactly?"

"I don't want to go... courting strangers or kissing people or whatever. But... I don't know. Dates just seem so nice?" Billy tried to find the words to describe what his heart sang for. "Like, getting dressed up and seeing a movie or going around the city and having fun together. Giving each other cute gifts just because it's something the other would like. Sharing dessert and cuddling under warm blankets." Billy sighed.

Klarion stared at him for a long moment as Billy fantasized. Then, he squinted really hard.

"You can achieve that quite easily. I've seen how freely others flock around you."

Billy groaned, trying not to whine.

"If you are so opposed to dating strangers, then date friends."

Billy did whine there. "That makes things so much more complicated."

"How? You already have a connection with them. You already spend time together. How is this complicated?"

"It just is!"

"It truly is not. Here I'll show you. Go get ready."

"What?"

"Glamour something more presentable for yourself. I won't have you dressed as an urchin for our date."

"What."

And that's how Klarion and Billy start like, casually going on dates. They hold hands and share food and it's cute.

(Freddy is the first to know, and in all serious asks Billy if he has to give the eternal witch boy the shovel talk. Unfortunately for Billy, Klarion greatly appreciated Freddy's mischievous streak and they catch on fast)

(Damian finds out next and is jealous. Dick finds out bc Damian Has Feelings and helps him realize it's jealously. The rest of the batkids very easily find out from there. Bruce finds out last and Does Not Approve)

(Clark finds out bc Bruce tells him, ya know as coparents, and they discuss whether or not to have A Talk. Diana finds out and wants to skip to just cutting the witch boy down)

(Constantine finds out bc Zatanna tells him bc Diana tells her. John does not at all mention that he is the reason Billy and Klarion even met)

(Vic is the last to find out bc Billy tells him after a week bc everyone else knows and he wants some semblance of control over this. Victor actually talks to Billy about it so he could understand. He doesn't try to lecture Billy. But he does tease him on his taste)

#fanfic concept #billy batson #klarion bleak #listen. billy going on dates with friends bc the Whole Event is special is just really cute #freddy absolutely takes billy on dates #dick manages to convince damian to take billy on a date #but that quickly becomes them stopping crime together #kori finds out from jason and insists on taking billy somewhere off world #theyre gone for like a week. and everyone freaks out. until jason is like oh yea starfire took him lol #harley demands a date with Marvel. she threatens chaos if not #billy is exasperated but agrees. if only to keep her distracted. ivy thanks him and invites him to stay the night for breakfast #the rumors of marvel dating would be hilarious.

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holidaywishes · 3 years

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chasing cars

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: Song prompt 14 with Freddie. I have to do it. It’s like the song of greys anatomy. “if I lay here / if I just lay here / would you lie with me and just forget the world?” (chasing cars, sleeping at last or snow patrol)

Warning: fluff, angst (seriously it was supposed to be all fluff but it took a turn near the end and I’m sorry)

Author's Note: I often use songs as inspiration for my fics, especially my Seguin series, because sometimes the song I'm listening to at that particular moment is such a vibe that it controls how I write lol. Anyway, because of that I love prompts like these so send 'em through! I took a bit of inspiration from that one scene in The Notebook, you know the one, but this song and that scene just seemed to fit so well I had to do it. Hope you enjoy this short little fic @mandypants95!

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Freddie was friends with your brother first but, somewhere along the way, he warmed to you. He never saw you as anything other than a little sister but he seemed to be around when you needed him; when you needed to impress a date, Freddie got you the perfect seats at a Leafs game, when you were trying to figure out if you should switch careers, he gave you a list of open positions, when you told him you had been bullied in school, he'd say he would’ve bullied them right back

“What would you have done?” you joked, “come into my grade 11 biology class and call out Macie Bowden?”

“If I had to!” he scoffed. He was that kind of guy and you were grateful to have him in your life but as time went on, you found yourself distancing yourself from him whenever he was in a relationship. You really didn’t want to be introduced as “his friends baby sister” anymore and you hated being a third wheel — which happened 90% of the time. But when you finally got into a successful relationship yourself, he seemed to be the one to distance himself. It was a back and forth that neither of you could escape, until the night it came crashing down.

“I don’t understand,” you said to your fiancé who was now calling everything off, “what happened? Two weeks ago, you wanted to marry me. You proposed and now you’re... taking it back?”

“I thought that I was ready but I’m not,” he confessed, “I just need some time and some space...”

“Erik...” you sighed, “please, don’t just walk away without talking to me. Help me understand...”

“I can’t explain it anymore than I have” you scoffed before he shrugged and walked away. You hated him for this and you weren’t sure you’d ever get over it but you had to. You knew you had to.

“(Y/N),” a voice whispered from your door, forcing you to whip your head to look to see who it was, “everything okay?”

“Freddie...” you said, wiping away a tear from your eye, “what are you doing here?” It was a question he would never answer and one you'd always wonder about being that it was so late and all

“Are you okay?” He repeated

“Oh yeah, sure,” you chided, “my fiancé just broke up with me because he claims he needed space...”

“I’m sorry” he sighed, sitting down beside you and rubbing your back

"Whatever," you scoffed, "it's.. whatever. I don't wanna marry someone who will change their mind that quickly anyway"

"He doesn't deserve you. He knows he made a big mistake, letting you go" Freddie tried to comfort you but the tears that you were holding in were starting to give you a headache

"Can we go somewhere? I don't really wanna be here right now" you asked, not sure if he'd agree because it was nearly one in the morning and everything was closed

"Of course we can," he smiled, "I know just the place" he took you on a walk, looking at displays in different stores and making up stories about what families would buy what. "This," he gestured to a life size teddy bear in the window, "is for a kid who needs constant affection. But the parents are never home because they're 'Country Clubbers'"

"You're a country clubber..." you chuckled

"Not like them," he countered, "no, I go to a Country Club to play Golf. Nothing else"

"Mhm..." you hummed, looking across the street to see if there was anything interesting there, crossing the street suddenly

"WHOA!" Freddie called out, "careful, I don't want to be responsible for your death. Or high hospital bills..." you rolled your eyes to yourself before walking in front of a storefront display of different pairs of shoes - covered in everything from Tartan to Rhinestones. "What's the story here?" you asked

"Grandma doesn't know what to buy the grand kids after she bought them an upright Grand piano for Christmas. She sees these and thinks they're perfect. The eye will go straight to them" he laughed, peering at you out of the corner of his eye and you smiled in return

"But the kids hate them. Because they hate people staring at their feet"

"They don't want to accidentally have their feet show up on a fetish site"

"And those shoes will most definitely do that..."

"Most definitely" he laughed but you felt his eyes on you, so you looked back at him

"What?" you asked with a giggle

"Come here"

“Why?”

“I wanna show you something...” he said, “sit right here” he directed you to the curb at the end of the street, sitting down beside you once he was satisfied with where you were sitting

“What am I supposed to be looking at?” you asked

“The lights”

“The traffic lights?” You questioned

“Yeah,” he smirked, “watch how they light up each of the store window displays...”

“Freddie...”

“Don’t whine, just do it” you watched as the lights switched from red to green to yellow, each colour illuminating different shops and making the display seem more... endearing. When you looked back at Freddie, he was smiling at you and you felt that small little glow in your heart that had caused you to keep your distance. “Stand up” he insisted

“God, you’re bossy” you scoffed

“Come on” he said, offering you his hand which you took with a groan. You walked beside him, waiting for him to say something when he gestured to the small ramp in front of you. He helped keep you steady by holding onto your hand while you tried not to look too clumsy in front of him. When you suddenly turned on your heel, you couldn’t catch your balance and Freddie was forced to catch you; his hands firmly placed on your sides just under your breasts, “careful” he laughed. Your hands grasped his shoulders tensely as he set you back down onto the concrete, feeling heat flood your cheeks when he smiled at you

“Come with me” you smirked, grabbing his hand and leading him into the middle of the street

“Oh now you’re bossing me around?” he joked

“Yeah,” you laughed, “it’s only fair”

“I guess so. Where are we going?” he asked before correcting himself, “what are we doing?”

“Just lay down... right here” you directed him underneath the traffic lights

“Thought you didn’t want to get hit by a car?”

“There are no cars here, we’ll be fine”

“So why are we laying down in the middle of the street?”

“I wanna look at the stars...”

“Wouldn’t that be better where there isn’t all these lamp posts?”

“Freddie!” you chuckled, “stop. Just lay here with me” he scoffed, groaning as he sat down next to you, clearing his throat when he laid down

“So...” he asked, “what are we doing?” you looked over at him, pushing his shoulder at his impatience before looking back up at the stars

“Do you think if we just lay here, the world might disappear?”

“What?”

“I mean, look at all the stars... and that’s not even all of them” you rambled

“(Y/N)...?”

“Make a wish” you whispered, turning back to him to find his eyes trained on you

“What if it doesn’t come true?” he smiled

“Then make another one...”

“You were too good for him, you know?” he said softly, “your fiancé”

“Fred... I don’t wanna do this r--”

“You don’t believe me?” he interrupted

“I just want to lay here, under the traffic lights and look up at the stars, okay?”

“You deserved better than the way he treated you” he persisted and you had to roll your eyes

“Stop” you sighed

“This is why I should be vetting all of your boyfriends...”

“Freddie, I’m 27 years old. I don’t need anyone vetting my boyfriends. Plus, you’re not my dad...”

“But I care about you...” he admitted, turning on his side to look at you, “you know that right?”

“I thought he...” you stammered, feeling your eyes welling up with tears, “I wanted to marry him..”

“Why?” Freddie asked and you huffed at the question before glaring at him, “I’m serious. Why did you want to marry him? What made him the guy?”

“I don’t know... he was sweet and he was smart and he--”

“Did he make you feel like you were the only one in the world?”

“I...”

“Would he have laid here with you to.. forget the world?”

“We--”

“Would he had have wished on a star for you to have everything you wanted?”

“What?”

“Why was him being sweet, enough?”

“I loved him”

“It didn’t seem like it” he scoffed, falling onto his back once more this time keeping his eyes focused on the sky. The two of you had never argued like this before and you weren’t sure what made him snap but you had to take a deep breath while you thought of what to say now

“Maybe we should just go...” you breathed, closing your eyes before sitting up, “I just wanted to forget about all of this shit.. deal with it all another night. I thought that you would help me do that...”

“I wanted to,” he replied as you finally stood up, “I just wanted you to know that you didn’t have to settle for him...” you shook your head and turned on your heel, hearing the scratch of his shoe on the pavement as he ran after you. He grabbed your arm, turning you around quickly, “I--” he stumbled over what to say next as his eyes focused on yours, your bodies moving closer together without you realizing it. There was that glow again, the one that you kept trying to hide or push away, only this time it didn’t seem like you could

“Freddie...”

“I wished for you,” he said before a light chuckle escaped, “god that sounds cheesy. I just... my wish was for you. For you to be happy, to find someone you truly love and who truly loves you. For you to have everything you want and need, always...”

“Why?” you asked, under your breath

“Because that’s what you deserve” you stood there as his eyes bore into yours, the sound of your breathing quickly taking over the silence. He never moved, didn’t even flinch, but you were trying your best to get your feet to walk away, you couldn’t let this moment turn into something, it wouldn’t end well.

“Thank you, Fred” you finally said, a small smile playing on your face and you were finally able to pick your feet up and walk away. You thought that you had stopped it, prevented anything from happening, when you felt Freddie interlock his fingers with yours

“You’re not getting away that easy” he whispered in your ear and you felt the vibration of his voice run through your body, “I won’t let you go again.”

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