Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.
Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again. - Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”
Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.
Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.
Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.
Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.
Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.
“God I love you, (Y/n).”
Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.
Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)
George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.
Lots of tickle fights
Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”
Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.
If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.
Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?
Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.
Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)
Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much.
After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.
Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.
You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you.
“Georgie,” Fred whispered, arching a brow and digging his elbow into his brother’s ribs as soon as they poured out of Filch’s office. “Have a look.”
“Well then,” George remarked, eyeing the worn piece of parchment in his twin’s hand. “A whole drawer of confiscated items and you thought the blank bit of parchment was probably best?” He reached for it, giving it a skeptical once-over. “For this I wasted a dungbomb?”
“A dungbomb at the inconvenience of Filch is never a dungbomb wasted,” Fred told him smartly. “Anyway, considering the drawer, there’s obviously more to it. Unlike you,” he added, nudging him. “Who possess nothing beneath your stunningly handsome facade.”
“A handsomeness that I wear better, by the way,” George assured his twin, not looking up. “Hm,” he murmured to himself. “If it were me, I would- ”
He stopped, frowning in thought.
“Oh good,” Fred said, fighting a yawn. “I was hoping you’d come to an abrupt stop.” He leaned against the wall, kicking one leg out to cross it over the other. “Frankly, if it weren’t for your unerring mystery, I’d have run off a long time ago.”
George raised his wand and tapped it against the parchment. “Revelio,” he muttered, and then watched as a series of words began to spread across the page.
Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?
Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what
The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation. “I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did. I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night. Obviously, it was time to investigate. And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon. “Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag. “We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with. “No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out. “Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong. And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions. “Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school. “Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look. “Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily. “Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “ “it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!” “Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time. “hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in. Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie. “I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him. “Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern. “It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an importantthing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this. “Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything. Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind. “Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage. “Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone. “I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.” “That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again. “Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger. “Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office. “Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.” “Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy. The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth. “Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to. “Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest. “How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face. “Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.” “Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him. “Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment. “Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck. Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them. “Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “ “I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I. “Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye. “Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth. “Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear. “For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me. “The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen. We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils. “Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.” “You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle. “Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood. “No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side. “Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside. I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe. I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it. “They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.” “Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face. “Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious. “So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus. “I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved. Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy. “Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on. “When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead. “Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out. “What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me. “I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have ahome.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder. “Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him. “Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle. “And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath. “Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat. “Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.” “Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner. “Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.” “I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly. “No, Jughead, I- “ “I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips. Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table. “So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him. “Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide. “You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his. He would always have a home, and it would be with me.
For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)
Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.
Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.
Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.
The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.
Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.
“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”
The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.
When Harry comes out to the Weasleys everyone is supportive, but Fred and George, who have been watching way too much American television with Lee, can’t help themselves when they fake a gasp and say in a carrying whisper, ‘Das gay, bruh!’
Harry just laughs and says, ‘’That’s kind of the point, really.’’
It becomes an ongoing joke for the twins to say that at the most ordinary things Harry does in life. He has a job interview in the morning? ‘Das gay, bruh!’ He gets rid of a boggart? ‘Das gay, bruh!’ He catches the snitch in a family game of Quidditch? ‘Das so gay, bruh!’
He helps Mrs Weasley make dinner. ‘’I’ll slice the bread thin, ok?’’ Fred and George come up from behind him and shout in his ear, ‘’DAS GAY, BRUH!’’
And Harry’s just like, ‘’OH my GOd, you two! Seriously? I’m just slicing bread!’’
‘‘Slicing bread is gay culture.’‘
‘‘Just look it up on the internet.’‘
‘‘Everything is gay culture now.’‘
And then, two years down the line, when the joke has worn off and everyone has forgotten about it Harry and Draco are exchanging vows under the canopy of silky white flowing fabric and Harry finally says ‘I do’ with a beautiful smile on his face.
Words barely out of his mouth the twins jump from their seats and shout at the top of their voices ‘’DAS GAY, BRUH!’’
And Harry’s honestly just glad that at least this time the moment was actually very, very gay. Probably the gayest one yet. Bruh.
guys this is my first ever smut, so sorry if i mucked up or its abit rocky, im up for A LOT OF requests bc I rarely get any so if u have ideas, don’t be shy. if you see a mistake, tell me and im more than happy to correct it.
Just a breif understanding:
you and draco are in a relationship, and you two have been a thing for a while now. Its christmas break, and he went back to Malfoy Manor to see his parents and you stayed at Hogwarts, as ur parents lived abroad, and then something unexpected happens…
(H) - your house, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor
Here’s some little things I thought about while in target ok (this is purely based off of Jughead in the show Riverdale so these are non-asexual but if u want an asexual one let me know !!!!!)
-Jughead isn’t a super PDA person but you’re literally the equivalent of a baby Koala so he sucks it up and holds your hand in the hallways and let’s you cuddle up to him in a booth at Pop’s
-ok but when u guys are alone Jughead is super affectionate like he’s got himself wrapped around you
- you guys get in disagreements and get a lil hot headed with each other but u guys never ever fight
-except for that one time when Jughead got in to this mode where he literally shut everyone out and only focused on his novel and u had to set that boy straight
-now every time he gets too immersed or you want his attention, all u gotta do is reach over and hover a finger over the screen (“don’t touch it you’ll leave fingerprints”) and he gets the message
- Pop’s every day after school
-you’re literally the most loyal customers
- although when you guys go an an actual date every once in a while, you’ll go bowling or check out a new restaurant or something
- You buy Jughead stuff all the time like clothes and stuff even though he has his own job because sometimes he shows up to school and he’s got holes in his shirt and it irritates you so much
-when you found out Jughead was living in the drive in because of his situation with his father, you went to Archie’s dad and told him, and told him (word by word) “you are part of the reason he doesn’t have a home now, so you better open up your doors for him or I swear to god-”
-and Fred stopped you right there and told you he would
-you would have had him come live with you but your dad wasn’t a huge fan of the idea
-your mom loves him though
-literally loves him to death
-so he’s over at your house all the time
-and Jughead obviously isn’t a big sexual person, like normal “sexy” stuff doesn’t turn him on, like short skirts and crop tops or any of that
-but g o d
-you are like, an actual angel to him
-he could literally stare at you for hours and hours
-one time he spent the night and left one of his shirts and when he came over one morning you hadn’t gotten ready for school yet and you answered the door and
-you were wearing his shirt
-just his shirt
-his palms literally started sweating, like he literally wanted to slam the door shut and take u right against the wall and that was definitely a new feeling for him
-he respects you so much, he literally has so much respect for you
-before you guys got together, you had fallen for the game that the jocks played and after Chuck Clayton had humiliated you publicly when he pretended to ask you to formal you had been put in the playbook as “the freak”
-When Jughead found out he literally decked Chuck Clayton
-literally punched him in the jaw so hard Chuck stumbled and almost fell
-and Jughead ended up walking away with a bloody nose and a busted lip
-and you cleaned him up and yelled at him and told him it wasn’t worth it and he said “of course you’re worth it, you’re always worth it”
-and that was the night u guys got together
-you and Jughead never like think about having sex or doing that kind of stuff because neither of you are really huge on it and you guys just aren’t really sexual people
-your first time is like a hint of awkwardness but just like super natural and stuff and it’s rlly intimate and loving and he holds you all night after
-and he wakes up the next morning and you’ve got his shirt on again
-and the next morning you ride him in the shirt
-Jughead literally supports you with anything, he’s honestly your number one fan
-when you tried out for the river vixens he was there
-when you sang in the talent show he was there
-when you did your first musical gig he was there
-and same with him, like you’re always proofreading his articles for the blue and gold for him and being his helping hand, almost like his test rat for his articles and novel and such
-and he’s got a whole folder full of poems and little journal entries and shit he’s written about you
-he will never admit it though
-you guys are so in love and it’s great bc the both of you would never cheat on each other and lie to each other and you guys just have a really healthy and strong relationship that nothing and nobody could get between
“I could’ve protected myself you know?” Y/N said as she watched the Slytherin boy run down the hallway as fast as he could, covered head to toe with some mysterious green goo that smelled worse than a dungbomb.
“We know.” The twins answered with mischievous smiles. “We had to test it anyway, so consider it a favor.” Fred continued while wrapping his right arm around Y/N’s shoulder.
“I would consider it a favor if it didn’t happen all the time and for some reason, I feel like this is gonna get me in trouble sooner or later.” She commented, delicately removing Fred’s arm from its place.
“You wound us with such harsh words Y/N!” George exclaimed dramatically followed soon after by his brother: “We could never!” The last one laid his hand over his heart and put on the most baffled face he could muster.
“What have I gotten myself into?” Carrying on the act, Y/N whispered while looking at the ceiling. They were all enjoying the moment, grins plastered on their faces, but it came to an abrupt end: “I have to go,” She began to say, moving slowly back towards the direction the boy had run off to. “I have Transfiguration now but I’ll see you guys later, right?” She finished with a soft smile, the twins nodded and Y/N turned around heading to her class.
As they watched her fade into the distance George turned to his brother, a knowing look on his face. “No.” Said Fred to wich his twin quickly answered: “C'mon! We both know you like her so why not?”
“Because what if she doesn’t want me? What am I going to do then? I would’ve ruined our friendship and that is the last thing I wanna do."
"And not trying is going to reveal if she likes you or not way more efficiently, am I right?” The sarcasm almost dripping from his words, George watched as his bother’s eyebrows furrowed and he left out a sigh, his eyes still glued to the end of the hallway. “Oh my God! You’re in love with her!”
“I thought you already knew that.”
“I mean, I knew you liked her but right now, mate, you’re on a whole new level.” And George was right, it wasn’t just a crush anymore, it was much more than that, but just how long would he be able to hold it in?
George and Lee watched while Fred and Y/N walked ahead, they had given them some alone time but Fred didn’t seem to get the hint or just wasn’t willing to say what he had to say to Y/N. They were both clearly happy, how they always were around each other, how they just seemed to glow. Y/N was laughing at some joke Fred made while he admired her with a smile playing on his lips, it was so painfully obvious to anyone but themselves.
“Why don’t they just kiss already?” Lee asked.
“I have no idea,” George answered, he just wanted them to get this over with already! “Absolutely no idea.”
Fred was determined, he would tell her, he had no idea how or why today, but he had woken up that morning to realize that he would regret his whole life for not telling her when they could’ve been together all that time, and every minute that passes just proves that he was wasting his time not being with Y/N.
He found her not much later heading to the Great Hall, quickly he grabbed her arm to stop her and when she turned around, he said the first thing that came to mind: “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.”
Y/N’s face went from confused to shocked to holding back a smile in a fraction of a second. “Thanks for the some reason part, I really appreciate it.”
“You know what I mean.” Fred said, resting his hand on his forehead and looking at her with a guilty expression.
“I know what you mean.”
“So…” He trailed off, not quite sure if this was a refusal or not.
“Meet me in the gardens in forty minutes.” She said while climbing up the stairs. “I recommend you to visit the kitchen and get something for us in the meantime.” Four more steps and she turned again. “And also, I’m attracted to you too, but I’m pretty sure the reason is the ginger hair.” And with that, she continued climbing. Even though Fred couldn’t see it, he knew that the smile stretched across his face was the same one on hers.
You and Fred hadn’t spoken in a few weeks. In the beginning, it had started out as just a coincidence- your schedules’ weren’t lining up, and both of you seemed busy. Too busy for each other, apparently.
The last time you had tried to meet up with Fred, he said he’d been too busy. You were hurt, but you understood. At least, you understood until you saw him hanging around with George, and his other friends. They were laughing and drinking in the Three Broomsticks.
Fred’s face went pale as soon as you made eye contact with him. You fled immediately, and what made it worse is that he didn’t even follow you or try to chase after you. For the next few hours, you locked yourself in your room and laid on your bed. An emotional mess. You don’t know when it had happened- when you stopped being a priority in Fred’s life. Maybe, this was the beginning of the end.
Since, then you haven’t talked to him. You didn’t even want to see his face, really. But, Fred was persistent, and managed to stop you on the way to the Great Hall from your common room.
“Fred, please, not now,” you murmured, trying to walk past him.
“Love, please. Let me talk. Let me explain-”
“-I don’t want to. I don’t want to listen to you’re half-arsed excuse,” you interrupt him, “Look, I get it, Fred. I’m not a priority in your life anymore. I get it. If you want to break it off, save the apologises and just say it flat out.”
Fred eyes were sad and desperate. He had never felt this way before, and he never meant to hurt you. The boy was just forgetful and bad with handling other people’s emotions. You were so special to him and this was the last thing he wanted to do to you.
“I don’t know know how to say- I don’t know what I’m feeling…” Fred managed to say, though it came out clumsy and muddled.
“Regret?” you snapped, “I would hope so. Though, I can’t seem to read you lately, Fred. This conversation is over.”
“Please, I never meant to do this to you. I love you, and I know I’m bad at this, but you’ve got to believe me when I say I never meant to hurt you. I want to be better. For you. Please.”
“I want to believe you…”
“Then, do. And, I’ll spend the next day, month, year, forever proving it to you,” Fred begged, regret and guilt laced in his words.
For anon…reader is Harry’s twin sister as requested, enjoy!
Y/N walked down the aisle in the Great Hall with a smile. She beamed at her twin brother, Harry, and his two friends. Just before she had made it all the way, she caught sight of the other pair of twins. A certain ginger twin caused her cheeks to tint a light pink.
“Y/N,” Fred called, just as Ron had opened his mouth to do the same. She smirked. “Hey Freddie, Georgie.” Y/N turned to take the seat between Hermione and Ginny. “Morning Harry,” she greeted, “Ron, ‘Mione.” “Hey Y/N,” Harry replied with a smile.
The younger twin gave her brother a bemused look. The brunet was looking at her with a broad smirk. He briefly flicked his eyes over to Ron and Hermione, who happened to be wearing the same expression.
“What?” she asked, “Something on my face?” “Oh, no,” Hermione answered quickly. “Nothing at all,” Harry continued. “Freddie and Georgie, eh?” Ron murmured.
Realizing the insinuation, Y/N’s face turned a slightly darker shade. She glanced down before she noticed Harry’s hand. She knit her brows, snatching his hand.
“Harry, what’s this?” she quietly yelled.
He swallowed before looking at the others. Hermione quirked a brow, knowing not to lie to Y/N. He sighed.
Y/N’s jaw clenched as he free hand curled into a white knuckled fist. Her fury was burning in her eyes as she turned to stare up at where the professors sat. Guessing his twin’s movement, he gripped her wrist tightly.
“Y/N, don’t. It’s not worth it.”
She snapped her gaze to him. Slowly, she let out a sigh. This wasn’t over.
“Hey Y/N,” a familiar voice called.
Y/N glanced over her shoulder to see both Fred and George heading toward her. She beamed, focus more on one than the other.
“Hey back,” she replied, “What brings you this way?” “Free period,” George explained. “Which means colorful festivities,” Fred added with a smirk. “Oh?” she queried before dropping to a whisper, “If it helps miff Umbridge, I’ll help color these…festivities. Especially after what she did to my brother.”
Before she knew what was happening, the twins both placed a kiss on each side of her cheek. She felt her face burn up. Fred held onto her after George had pulled away.
“You’re the best, Y/N,” he complimented. “A true hero,” George added before walking ahead.
Fred, when his brother wasn’t looking, was quick to give her another peck on the cheek. This effectively caused her face to darken even more. He kept his mouth next to her ear for an extra moment.
“One extra, for good measure.” “Th-Thanks,” she stuttered out.
Y/N let out a loud cheer with her brother and friends and the Weasley Twins exploded into the Great Hall. She beamed as she watched Fred sweep across the large room, the many rules crashing to the ground. Fred glanced down from his broom to see Y/N’s grin grow as Umbridge stormed around the large room.
His eyes flicked back up to see George on the far wall, making his predetermined path to the outside. Given that Umbridge’s attention was on George, Fred decided to make a quick flight detour.
Acting on both impulse and a burst of courage, Fred swooped low and made his way toward Y/N. She glanced up just in time to see him heading toward her. She grinned at the ginger. In a swift motion, Fred slowed enough to kiss Y/N right on the lips. Despite being surprised, she was able to move with him, kissing him until he had to pull away. Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that left her as she watched the Weasley Twins fly out of Hogwarts.
“About bloody time,” she heard a nearby voice say.
She blushed as she turned to see Ron, Harry, and Hermione grinning at her. She was blushing fiercely, but her smirk betrayed her.
A/N: I just needed an excuse to write fluff so here you go. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is appreciated!
Summary: George and the reader have an impromptu discussion about their future.
Pairing: George Weasley x reader
Word Count: 615
“On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?” George asked as he tried to get a particularly difficult stain off the window.
You huffed, throwing your dusting cloth on the floor and sitting down next to it. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.” You replied, causing George to turn to you with a grin on his face.
After a prank gone disastrously wrong, George and Fred had pleaded with you to lie and cover their asses, something that you had, regretfully, agreed to. Even after being friends with them for seven years, dating the younger twin for four, and getting into trouble countless times, you still helped them escape more severe punishments. Why? Because your boyfriend had gut-wrenching puppy eyes. Except this time, your lie was a bit too far-fetched, and it landed you and George in detention.
“You owe me at least 20 Galleons, a vial of your blood, and your first born child.” You continued, staring at George as he sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you sideways into his lap.
His grin softened to a small smile. “How can I owe you your own child?”
Your heart quickened at the implication of his statement. You loved George, and you knew he loved you, but you had never talked about the future before. Him and his twin had always been ‘live in the moment’ type of guys, so the hint towards a future that involved children was a huge deal. And it made your heart swell.
George must have sensed the overwhelming impact of his words, as he pulled you closer to his body.
“Do you want a boy or a girl?” He whispered, lips brushing against your ear. You bit your lip to suppress your smile but failed miserably. Reaching a hand up, you ran it through his hair, making his eyes flutter shut.
“I don’t know. At least one of each.” George still had a smile on his lips, leaning into your hand and shifting you so you were straddling him.
“I wanna have a lot of kids,” he said, tone playful, trying to lighten the situation. “How about seven? We’ll make a Quidditch team!”
You slapped him lightly on the arm, expression of mock mortification on your face. “I am not giving birth to seven children!”
Both of you diffused into laughter after that, your hands on his shoulders while his held you steady by the waist. Calming down, you looked into his eyes and pulled him closer, closing the gap for a much wanted kiss. He hummed against your mouth, grip on your waist tightening.
“I want to do everything with you,” he mumbled, hands shifting to wrap his arms around your waist, bodies pressing together. You smiled against his lips, not breaking contact, only kissing him harder to let him know you felt the same. You didn’t have to tell him how much he meant to you; he already knew. Your heart soared at the thought of settling down with George, getting married and having kids. Thinking about it now, it seemed much more plausible.
A cough made you two break away and look towards the source of the noise. Filch was standing in the doorway of the classroom, looking annoyed and slightly awkward.
“Get back to work, both of you!” He spat out before rushing off. You looked back at George who was shaking his head.
“That slimy git needs some love in his life.” He stated, making you giggle and stand up. You pulled him up and gave him another kiss and a wink. “We’ll continue this after detention, yeah?”
Requested by anon. Hope you’re feeling better. And if not, take your time. :)
His tongue peeked out of lips just slightly with concentration. The sound of the quill scratching on parchment was almost drowned out by the bustle of the Gryffindor common room but with your cheek rested against the table that he leaned on, you could hear it.
The delicate lines he traced across the paper, sketching an invention with the utmost concentration.
“Fred.” You whispered, breaking the silence between you.
He smiled, but didn’t take his eyes from the paper.
“That’s a shame, isn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes, earning a mischievous grin from Fred. You sat up straight, leaning your head against his shoulder.
He barely reacted, continuing to sketch.
Moving a hand up slowly, you ran it through his hair, sticking it up slightly. You giggled then placed a kiss on his cheek. “Beautiful.”
“Mm.” You tilted your head to the side.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s called a kiss, Fred. Or would you prefer one on the lips?”
You leaned around, holding his shoulders for balance and placed a quick kiss on his lips. Fred flushed slightly and glanced around the common room. That was the first kiss you’d shared in front of others.
“No?” You teased.
Fred grabbed your shoulders as you started to move away, pulling you back to him.
“You want me to pay attention to you?”
“Precisely.” You grinned and Fred pressed a kiss on your lips.
“There you go.”
“Thank you. I’ll stop being distractng now if you like.” You smiled.
“You’re always distracting.” Fred mumbled, burying his face in your shoulders to stop you from disagreeing.
Warnings: douchy ex-boyfriend, few mentions of alcohol
Word count: 1.2k
Sometimes relationships just don’t work out. Sometimes you have to end things before they get even worse. And sometimes you get dumped and realise the guy you’ve been seeing for months has been an idiot all the while.
Just one more day until Christmas break and you could go home for two weeks and try to forget him. One more day and an upcoming common room party. A Gryffindor common room party, for all four houses, to be precise. You hadn’t planned to attend it actually, but your best friend Claire had convinced you.
Fred feels the pull for the first time some thirty years after his death. Not unlike a portkey, it scares the hell out of him. Uncle Gideon says it’s a summons. That scares Fred even more, because as much as he misses his family, he really does not want to see them. At all. It isn’t like he has much of a choice, however, so he allows the feeling to guide him to his charge.
He arrives in a forest, one that he doesn’t recognize at all. The wind is cold, and Fred hasn’t been cold for thirty years so it bites him all the more. Taking in the unfamiliar trees, it hits him like a punch when he realizes who it must be.
“Charlie?” Fred calls warily, hoping that he’s wrong.
“George?” comes the confused reply from somewhere to his left. Fred almost wants to chuckle as he heads in the direction of the voice.
“Still can’t tell us apart, eh?” he replies. “Mum always did say those dragons would be the death of you. I assume that’s what happened, at least.”
No reply. Fred shoves his hands in his pockets in a futile attempt to block out the cold. He continues on.
“I must say, I had hoped I wouldn’t see any of you for a while. But here we are.”
“Charlie?” he calls again. “I haven’t been cold for thirty years, let’s get on with it.”
Footsteps from his right. Fred stops and turns to face the brother he hasn’t seen up close for so long. Charlie appears as he did right after the war, and he looks extremely confused. Fred, who had never been an ace in subtlety, decides to remedy that.
“You’re dead, mate,” he informs Charlie. “As am I.”
“Oh,” Charlie says blankly. Then he breaks out in a grin. “Well, nice to see you. It’s been a while,” he adds, as if they were old school friends meeting in a checkout line.
“And you,” Fred says with a bow, in the same tone. “So, d’you want to be a ghost? I think I’m supposed to ask that.”
Charlie smiles. “Nah, we have catching up to do.” Fred claps his hands together.
“Well, cheers. Let’s go then. I’m frozen.”
“This is like, May weather,” Charlie says dryly. Fred shakes his head bemusedly, then holds out a hand for Charlie, just like Uncle Fabian did so many years ago for Fred. Charlie takes it, and together, they go.