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i doodled this super quick washington in class today because priorities


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It’s You ~ George Weasley imagine

Originally posted by fantasyimagine

Hey I’m so happy you’re sticking with the blog:) could I have a George weasley imagine where you are waiting for him at the borrow with mrs Weasley while everyone from the order is out moving Harry? Xx

George’s ear injury and mentions of blood

~It’s You~

“(Y/N), dear, please stop pacing,” Mrs. Weasley asked kindly.

You immediately stopped in your tracks. You didn’t even notice you were pacing.

“Sorry, Mrs. Weasley.” You walked over to the couch and sat down, wringing your hands worriedly.

The Order was bringing Harry to the burrow where he’d be safe from Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. So far, only Harry and Hagrid had come back.

Mrs. Weasley took a seat next to you and placed a hand over yours, giving you a sympathetic look. “I know you’re worried, dear. I am too,” she consoled.

“I just… I hope everyone’s all right,” you sighed, turning to face her. She softly placed a hand on your cheek, giving you a compassionate smile.

“All we can do is wait and-”

“Here! Quick! In the house!” shouted a sudden voice.

You and Molly both stood up and faced the entrance of the burrow.

Remus and Harry stumbled in carrying George, who was bleeding on the side of his head. They laid him down on the couch.

“Oh, my boy.” Mrs. Weasley quickly ran to his side. You immediately trailed behind.

“Georgie? God, you better not be dead,” you said, your voice starting to quiver.

“Or what, (Y/N)? You’ll kill me?” George chuckled weakly. You let out a small laugh, gently pushing his hair back.

You and George go way back. You had met him and Fred on the Hogwarts train, and ever since then, you all became inseparable. Even though you were close with Fred, you and George had something you didn’t have with anyone else.

That, and you had been harboring a crush on him for years. But, you’d never tell him that, of course.

Suddenly, Fred ran in. He kneeled down next to you in front of George. He sighed in relief to see his chest slowly rising and falling.

“How’re you feelin’, Georgie?” Fred asked, looking worriedly at his twin.

“…Saint-like,” he answered softly.

Fred furrowed his eyebrows. “Come again?”

“Saint-like… I’m hole-y, Fred. Get it?” He pointed to his bloody ear.

Fred shook his head with a smile. “The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for ‘I’m hole-y.’ That’s pathetic,” he grinned.

“Reckon I’m still better looking than you,” George retaliated, getting another giggle from you.

He looked over at you and gave you a small wink, causing your cheeks to heat up.


You, George, and Mrs. Weasley were all sat at the dining table. George was getting his ear bandaged by Mrs. Weasley.

“All done, love.” Mrs. Weasley put everything back into the first aid kit.

“Thank you, mum,” George said. She placed a kiss on his cheek and left the dining room.

“How do you feel, George?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I thought we established this; I feel saint-like,”

“I mean, how does your ear feel, you arse,” you grinned, playfully smacking his shoulder.

He let out a laugh. “Okay, well, now my ear hurts AND my shoulder hurts, so thanks for that,” he teased.

“Shut it, Georgie,” you giggled. He smirked.

George stood up and stretched. “I think I might go outside. Care to join me?” He held out his arm. You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Sure,” you answered, taking his arm.

The two of you walked outside and laid down in the grass, looking up at the stars. You both started talking about random things at first, but then, the conversation got deeper and deeper.

“I was really scared, Georgie…”

“So was I. The shot was really close,” he raised a hand to his ear.

“I-I don’t know what I’d do if you died,” you breathed.

“I do; you’d be absolutely lost without me,” he teased.

“Don’t get cocky, Weasley,” you turned your head to face him.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N), you know you love me,”

Heat ran up your cheeks again, and you turned your head to the stars again. “Yeah…”

Silence began to fall between the two of you. George propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you.



“You know you’re my best friend, right? After Fred, of course, but that’s a different, brother kind of best friend-” he began to ramble.

“Yes, Georgie, I know. What’s up?” You asked, gazing up at him.

“I-I can tell you anything, right?”

“… Of course,”

“Okay… Well… There’s this girl…” he started. You felt your heart sink.

“A girl, huh?” You responded sadly, sitting up so that you were at the same level as George.

“Yeah. I’ve known her for a really long time and Ive had really strong feelings for her for a while and I…”

George turned to face you. He gazed into your eyes, and you did the same. You saw his eyes flicker down to your lips before gazing at you again.

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).”

And with that, George cupped your face and slammed his lips into yours. Your eyes became wide for a moment, but you melted into the kiss.

His hands moved from your face to your waist, placing them on your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer. The kiss was deep and intense. You opened your mouth to catch your breath, which allowed George to slowly slip his tongue in, causing you to melt once more.

This snogging session lasted for what seemed like forever. The kiss finally broke when you had tried to run your fingers through George’s hair and accidentally pressed against his injured ear, causing him to wince.

“Sorry, Georgie,” you giggled.

“Don’t worry about it, love… Wow…” he breathed, gazing into your eyes once more.

“What?” you blushed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he smiled, intertwining his fingers in yours.

“Wait, so I’m the girl you’ve had strong feelings for?!” You said sarcastically.

“Absolutely not,” he joked back. He pulled you back in for another kiss. This time, much softer and sweeter.

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Me II (Layered)
The 1975
Me II (Layered)

The 1975 - Me Layered (version 2)

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On a rickety table in the library of the Granger-Weasley household sits a chessboard. Neither of them are ever willing to turn down a game, which is a problem, as neither of them seem to find the time to actually sit through a finish a game. Hermione will get an urgent owl from the ministry, Ron will apparate away to extricate George from an extendable ear mishap, the game will halt and both will forget about the forlorn set.

So they set up a system. White knight pointing backwards means it’s Hermione’s turn, forwards is Rons. She always plays white - Ron claims it is a concession to even the playing field, but really, he just wants to judge his first move in relation to hers. Any spare second they have, they wander over, make a move, and turn the knight 180 to keep the game going.

One game lasts the entire three week duration of a particularly gruelling court case at the wizengamot, which coincided with the testing of a whole new range of wheezes products. Hermione claims she was only beaten because she was extremely stressed out at the time.

Another Day in the Office

Pairing: George Washington x fem!reader

Summary: Reader works for George Washington and on her break she decided to tease him in his office which leads to something a little more up close and personal ;)

AN: Originally this wasn’t supposed to be a smut but something full of fluff but then it turned to this…oops. I haven’t written smut in so long so I’m sorry for this lol.

Words: 1183

Warning: Some cursing; teasing; some jealousy; SMUT and everything in between


The Washington law firm was a big deal in NYC. And you were lucky enough to score a job there….as a secretary. Though it’s not the most ideal job, it pays very well because it’s a big firm. You worked outside of your bosses office, as his private secretary. Though you weren’t complaining though if you got to see your boss everyday.

George Washington your boss man. He was I guess you can say feared through out the firm. Everyone held respect for him even if he was intimidating. You on the other hand found his authoritative, intimidating stature attractive. Naturally as his private secretary you would have to speak to him and every time you did was out of the public eye and there would always be an underlying meaning to the things he’s said to you which made you crave for him.

You wanted him bad.


In the morning you wore your usual pencil skirt that stopped a little bit above your knee’s and a white blouse with the top buttons undone to reveal your cleavage and your black bra strap. Applying mascara and pink lip gloss you thought you were work ready.


You sat at your desk writing as the person on the phone spoke to you. The door opened. George walked in passing by.

“Morning Ms. L/N.” Sparing a glance at you for a moment, moving to go into his office when he looked at you again. his eyes pinned themselves to your cleavage.

“Hold on for a moment.” You said to the person on the line. A smile turned on your lips. “Is everything all right Mr. Washington?” You asked in a sweet voice.

“Get back to work.” His voice turned hard, looking away he went into his office the door closing loudly behind him. You smirked.


You stood by the coffee machine talking to your friends Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan all laughing away and something Laurens said. Out of the corner of your eye you can see your boss looking your way.

“So I told him to fuck off, what the hell was I supposed to do?!” Alexander explained. You giggled, placing a hand on his arm. He looked down at it and smirked.

“Oh, Alex, you and your way with words.”

Suddenly everyone tensed up, standing straighter. You looked at your friends confused before turning around and seeing your boss standing there in all his glory.

“Ms. L/N, my office now.” Mr. Washington stated through gritted teeth before turning and striding his way to his office.

“What did you do mon ami?” Lafayette asked, his voice sounding fearful.

“I’m about to find out.” You stated.


You knocked on Mr. Washington’s door.

“Come in.” It was muffled but still hearable. Opening the door you saw your boss leaning on his desk with his arm’s crossed, a blank expression on his face. “Close the door behind you.” You complied with his demand. Your back faced him for the briefest moment. Once the door closed you were pushed into it. A gasp escaped as you felt your boss pressed up against you.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He growled in your ear. With how close he was caused you to shiver.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean sir.” You replied innocently a smirk twisting ever so slightly on your lips. His hands grabbed your waist, swiftly turning you around so now your back was pinned to the door.

“Oh, really?” He asked challengingly.

“I think you’re going to have to elaborate for me.”

“The fucking teasing, trying to get me jealous, you revealing more skin to me through the entirety of the day.” His hand pushed your hair away from your facing. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” Your hands rested on his chest rubbing up and down.

“Show me.” Your voice was barely audible but he heard it. Next thing you knew his lips crashed onto your, you didn’t hesitate to kiss back with as much heat and lust. Pushing your tight skirt up his hands landed on your ass pulling you up against the door. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as your lips disconnected before finding each other again. A quick slap to the ass caused you to gasp loudly, his tongue grazed your before they tangled together in your heated make out session.

Still holding onto you he stepped away from the door and carried you to his desk. You were set down right in front of it.

“Turn around.” Your boss ordered you. Below your hips was throbbing…aching to be touched. grabbing your skirt you yanked it down, kicking it to the side. The bulge in his pants looked almost painful. Doing as you were told you turned around. Quickly you were bent over the desk. Your hands gripped the ends of it as you heard Mr. Washington undoing his belt. The fabric of his pants were pulled down as was the boxers that restrained his painful erection. Looking behind your eyes bulged out at the size and gulped.

‘How the fuck is that supposed to fit,’ You thought to yourself.

Pumping himself a few times he aligned himself at your entrance, rubbing against you.

“Mm, Mr. Washington please.” You begged, pushing yourself against him some.

“Call me George.” He told you and without warning he pushed himself inside you.

“Oh shit!” You yelled.

“Shh.” Mr. Was- George hushed you though you heard him chuckle as he did that. He stretched you out completely it felt like. After a minute you adjusted to him. His colossal sized hands held you by the waist, as he pulled out only half way before slamming harshly back in causing you to let a moan.

“Your so big George!” You moaned as he thrusted into you. By how tight he held your waist you figure it’ll leave bruises but you didn’t care.

“Your so beautiful.” He said in your ear. George placed a kiss underneath your ear.

“Ungh!” The knots in your abdomen were ready to burst.

“George I-I’m so close, don’t stop.” This encouraged him to go faster if even possible.

“Cum for me baby.” His words like music to your ears caused you to cum. A hand cover your mouth as you screamed at your release. Shortly after he came inside of you(your on the pill).

Both of you quickly got changed and made yourselves presentable. Looking at the time it was very well much passed your break.

“Well it looks like my break is over.” You stated airly.

“Ms. L/N-”

“Call me Y/N.” You told him. He smiled.

“Y/N, I know this is all very sudden, but would you like to join me for uh, lunch tomorrow in my office?” He asked.

“I would love to Mr. Washington.” WInking at him you left to go back to work.


The next day the both of you enjoyed a nice looong lunch together. But hey from that point on it was just another day in the office.

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write a little something about George sneaking out if his room to sleep with you because you have to stay in Ginny's room but he doesn't wake up in time to leave so he gets caught in the morning. I just think it would be so cute

YES OF COURSE :D sorry this is so late and thank you for being patient with me. work has been insane and i’ve been editing/writing my book and my fanfic and i’m also applying for other jobs which is just insanity bUT I NEED MY ONE SHOTS so here we go :)

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

george weasley x reader

   “G’night,” you called out to everyone still in the cozy, dimly lit family room of the Burrow. Ginny was a step in front of you on the stairs, and she did the same.
   “See you in the morning, dears,” Mrs. Weasley smiled sweetly, though her eyes were masked with exhaustion. The smell of the freshly baked lemon meringue pie was still wafting throughout the house. The fire was faintly crackling in the background and you heard the wind howl outside. You felt an arm around your shoulders and smiled to yourself. “’Night, mum,” George called.
   “G’night, darlings,” Mrs. Weasley called again as she began to fold away the kitchen towels. You, Ginny, George, and Fred headed up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ron near the fireplace, playing an intensifying game of exploding snap.
   You were finally near your rooms and you heard an obnoxious sort of yawn. “G’night, Y/N, Gin,” Fred said and clumsily fell into you. Another yawn, and an eye roll form Ginny. “See you!”
   Ginny slowly raised a hand to both of her brothers and waltzed into her room, gesturing for you to take your time getting ready for sleep. You turned back towards George who looked like he wanted to do anything else but head to bed. “Tired, love?”
   “Yes,” he admited, albeit it begrudgingly. “But I hate not being able to spend the night with you.”
   You laughed and placed a hand on his arm. “I know. But your mum, and mine, would probably kill us both before we even had a chance to explain ourselves.” You brought your hand to his cheek. “Morning will come quickly, I promise.”
   He sighed and nodded at you. “You do know how difficult it is for me to leave you and walk into my room right now, right?”
   “Just as difficult for me, dear,” you replied, and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips lightly to his. He wrapped his arms around you quite tightly, and you knew he didn’t want to let go. Neither did you. But eventually, albeit sadly, you both did. “See you in the morning.”
   “In the morning, my love,” he said before kissing your forehead. He ran his fingers through your hair once more before heading towards his bedroom, and flashed a sleepy smile at you before you rounded the corner and waltzed into Ginny’s.

A few hours later
You were awoken by a small noise at what must’ve been the middle of the night, because it was still black outside. Groggily, you yawned and tried to fixate your eyes on anything in the darkness. You heard a bump, and then, “Ouch! Damnit, Ginny and her freaking Quidditch stuff,”
   “George?” you whispered as you felt a body slide into the bed next to you.
   He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Hiya, darling.” You could practically feel the smirk he was giving you.
   “Merlin’s beard…what are you doing in here? Your mum is going to kill you, she’s actually going to kill you dead.” You asked quite seriously, but you were grinning from ear to ear. George obviously sensed it, because he laughed and poked you in the side. You squirmed next to him.
   “I just couldn’t bear to lie down without you any longer.”
   You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “You do realize your sister is in here, yes? Sound asleep across the other end,”
   George shrugged. “There’s nine of us in this family; this isn’t the first and certainly won’t be the last time I’ll have shared a room with her,” he told you.
   “If we get caught–”
   He pressed his finger to your lips. “Shh–just for a little while, I’ll leave before the sun comes up–can we just…can I just lie with you a moment?”
   You could feel your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest and couldn’t help but let your body relax in his arms. You felt him relax, too. “Of course.” You easily fit right into the crevices of his body, your head nuzzled into his shoulder and legs entangled together. You pulled the blanket around you both and closed your eyes again.

Your eyes opened with a flutter, and you took in the ray of sunshine flooding in through Ginny’s open window. You were about to get up and stretch when you felt a body move slightly next to you. You froze and turned over, whispering George’s name quickly and as loudly as you possibly could without awakening Ginny.
   “George, George! For Merlin’s sake, wake up, would you? It’s morning!”
   “What?” he asked with a sleepy voice and tired eyes. He yawned and pulled you closer to him. “Just five more minutes and then we’ll get ready for class,”
   You rolled you eyes and shook him again. “We’re not at school, you loon! We’re in your house, where your parents are sitting just right downstairs drinking their morning tea!” This clearly got his attention. He shot up, eyes bloodshot and hair askew. He jumped up out of bed, kissed you sweetly and quickly, and made his way to the door as quietly and as stealthily as he could. You closed your eyes once again when you heard, “George? What’re you doing in Ginny’s room?” Oh, dear god.
   “Oh, uh…” you heard George stammer. Damnit, George, think of something, quickly! “I woke up and went to see if Y/N was up, too, but she–she isn’t, yet, so I’m going to let her sleep longer,”
   Mrs. Weasley was silent for a moment, obviously pondering this response of his, when she finally said, “Alright–well, that was sweet of you–d’you want some tea or would you like to wait for–”
   “Georgie,” you heard Fred and your heart nearly stopped. “How’d it go? Did you frighten Y/N when you snuck into bed with–” he stopped abruptly and had obviously come face to face with his twin and Mrs. Weasley.
   You heard a bit of fumbling, a little laughter and a scoff, and then you heard Mrs. Weasley say, a bit loudly, “You better run, boy!” Then there was a bit of the pattering of feet down the stairs, and silence.
   Your heart was racing but you kept your eyes shut, hoping Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t waltz into Ginny’s room, as well. You heard footsteps make their way up the steps again and you braced yourself, eyes shut tight.
   But it was just George. “No worries, you’re in the clear, told her ‘twas all me–I may be getting a beating, though–” he told you breathlessly and kissed you once more. “Totally worth it, by the way,” he winked and slipped out of the room again, Mrs. Weasley chasing him around the Burrow.
   Across the room, Ginny moved slightly in her bed. How she was sleeping through all of this was beyond you. She opened her eyes and stretched. “Morning, Y/N,” she said brightly and smiled. “I miss anything?”
   You thought about mentioning George sneaking in, lying in bed with you, not leaving soon enough and being caught because Fred had to open his big mouth. But you figured the chasing throughout the house would explain itself, so instead, you settled for, “Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal morning at the Burrow,”
   You swore in the distance you heard a faint, “George Weasley, get back here!” and a maniacal laugh.

HAHAH i hope you liked this! this was super fun to write. i loved it, and i hope you do, too. :) HAPPY ONESHOT, EVERYBODY

Wool Socks - George Weasley

Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.

Word count: 1,389

Warning: None(:

It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.

There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.

You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.

The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.

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A New Family

ayyyyy I’m alive!! this was requested FOREVER ago by my bae @genericusernameblahblahblah (I hope you like it <3)

Pairing: washette + smol!hamilsquad

Premise: George and Lafayette meet the boy they’re adopting… and his friends.

Warnings: none :D

Word Count: 1331

a/n: I am very aware that this is not how adoption works… just… for the sake of the fluff…. <3

Laf’s leg jiggled up and down, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm on his knee. George put a calming hand on his leg to cease the bouncing.

“Gil… you have to calm down,” George said soothingly.

“But, George! What if he hates us?” Laf asked frantically.

“How could he hate you?” he replied kindly, and a little smile pulled at the corner of his husband’s mouth. Before he could respond, however, the door opened, and the adoption agency worker (who introduced herself as Eliza) and a ten-year-old ball of energy walked in.

Laf stood up to greet them and was immediately attacked by the little pony-tailed boy, who ran straight into his legs, almost knocking him over.

“Hello!” Laf cried, a huge grin overtaking his face. “You must be Alex!”

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eltaninrose  asked:

Fremione. Numero 13 😢

Oh lookit, let’s have some fun.

13 - You can’t die. Please don’t die

The oxygen was already struggling to get into his lung. The other one having been irreparable crushed.

It probably would have been easy to fix if he’d been immediately taken to St Mungo’s … shame Hogwarts was currently cut off from everything.

‘Fred!’ he heard her scream as she rushed over to him. Her usually bushy hair sticking down to her head, bits of drbris and grime coating the locks he’d loved to run his fingers through darkening and sticking it together.

He tried to talk, but all he could manage was noises and not nice ones. He’d only managed to get her out of the way of the falling staircase, not himself. Her quick wand work being the only reason he was only half crushed instead of paste already.

Hermione threw herself down beside him. ‘Why did you do that?!’

Because I love you

She rested her head on his chest, no doubt listening for his heartbeat. Which had to be fading. In fact the world was getting a whole lot colder and the edge of his vision was already starting to darken. It wouldn’t be long.

The racking sobs she let loose broke what remained of his heart, he hadn’t meant to hurt her, she’d been the best thing in his life, the only thing worth living for ever since he’d broken down in her arms over George losing his ear.

‘You can’t die,’ she begged him. ‘Please don’t die!’

He’d obey if he could. But it wasn’t going to happen now. There was no way he could now.

‘Fred,’ she sobbed.’ Don’t die.’

Using what remained of his strength, he forced his arm up so his hand could rest on her hair one last time. His fingers running through the dirt and grime laden strands. ‘Sorry.’

He coughed up something that tasted like blood. He hoped he didn’t get any over the top of her head. Last thing she needed now.

She shot up, her hands cupping his face as her tears fell, hot and stinging, onto his face. She sobbed into his neck and her fingers dug into his clothes as cried her eyes out into his skin.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid,’ she berated him, her voice muffled as her lips grazed his skin. ‘Why did you come back?’

He tried to speak again, but the pain was too great and the world was getting even colder and darker. 


But he wanted to tell her, he’d come back for her. He might have let everyone believe he’d come back because it was the right thing to do, because so many of his family and friends were here … but in truth, it had all been for Hermione Granger.

Which was why, as long as she got out of this alive, he’d face his quickly approaching end with a smile. George would understand in time.


She gasped and clung to him some more, fresh tears staining his skin, wiping away grit and dirt.

They were warm, the pressure of her against his chest was soothing. He could feel his eyes drooping too. Maybe he’d take a quick nap.

Yeah, a nap sounded good.