ugh look at me like that george

  • random person: how do YOU write romantic scenes?
  • me: what
  • random person: like, you've never kissed someone or been in love. how is it possible you describe it in your writing, then?
  • me: ...
  • me: how can JK Rowling describe Hogwarts if she's never been there?
  • me: how can Rick Riordan describe how Percy Jackson commands a hurricane if he's never done it himself?
  • me: how can George RR Martin describe the death of every single one of his characters if he hasn't died?
  • me: how can JRR Tolkien describe what an elf looks like when he's never seen one?
  • me: YOU. UN. IM. AG. IN. AT. IVE. S. WI. NE.

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You went through my stuff and found the ring I was going to use to propose and how dare you go through my personal stuff that’s so rude and invasive but more importantly will you marry me? (Whamilton)

“He’s hiding something. He’s probably cheating on me. Oh no. Betsey, what if he’s cheating on me? George wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? I mean, not to say anything for myself exactly, but it’s George - he wouldn’t do that. But it can happen to anyone I guess, I mean, he hasn’t look at me in a week. Every time I try to do anything he just skitters away. Something’s wrong.” 

Alex walked into the bedroom he shared with George and stood in front of George’s dresser, staring it down. The top was clear except for the box George kept his watches in. He put his phone on speaker and set it down. Eliza’s voice filled the room. “Alex, George isn’t cheating on you.”

He kneeled down and opened the bottom drawer. “But you don’t know that.”

“I don’t need to know that, it’s George. And let’s say he was, trust me when I say you’d near damn well have an army rise up to defend your pathetic ass.”

“But it’s George.” Alex riffled through the sweatpants and old t-shirts, looking for something - anything - out of the ordinary. “Everyone loves him.”

Eliza sighed. “You’re not wrong, but people don’t love him enough to forgive him breaking your heart. Even Laf would rise up like an angry cat defending its babies.” 

“Ugh.” He slammed the drawer shut. “It’s going to bother me until I know.”

“Alex, are you snooping? Oh god, please stop whatever you’re doing.”

He opened the next drawer up, looking between the neatly folded undershirts. “How else am I supposed to know though? He’d hide it, wouldn’t he? I have to look where he wouldn’t think I’d look.”

“Oh dear lord, you’re serious. You could, oh, I don’t know, ask him.”

Alex snorted. “Oh, yes, ‘Hey George, you haven’t looked me in the eye for like a week, so I gotta know, who are you cheating on me with?’ That’d go over well.”

“George can’t lie to save his life.”

He slammed the drawer shut and opened the next one. “That’s not true.” He pushed the fabric around, looking for underwear he didn’t recognize or some hint of lace, frustration and relief both building him when he saw nothing out of the ordinary. “There’s nothing here, what the fuck?”

Eliza’s sigh was loud, on purpose no doubt. “Alex, that’s because there’s nothing to be found, like I’ve been saying this entire time. I don’t know what else you expected. Do you want him to be cheating on you?”

“Well, no.” He stood up and opened the top drawer with a huff. “It’s just, there’s gotta be something, right?”

“Just because you’re a terrible human being you can’t not ruin a relationship doesn’t mean everyone is.”

“That’s fair.” His stuck his hand in the mess that was George’s sock drawer and rifled around. “Ha! I found something!” He grabbed the tiny box shoved in the corner. “Oh.”

“What did you find?”

He opened the box to find a simple golden band, a small diamond inset into it. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god!” Eliza’s voice was louder and higher pitched. “That’s it! He must be nervous! That’s why he’s been acting weird, Alex, he’s been waiting to propose!”

Behind him Alex heard a familiar chuckle and voice say, “she’s right.”

“Ahrg.” he dropped the box and turned around, hand to his chest. “You started me.”

George walked forward and wrapped Alex in a hug. “I can’t believe you were going through my drawers. Is this a normal thing?”

He shook his head against George’s chest. “No.” 

“Good.” George pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Now, I could give talk to you about how it is not appropriate to go through my things as it’s an invasion of privacy, but for now, I have a much more important question.”


The arms disappeared from around him and George dropped onto one knee, grabbing the ring from where Alex had dropped it. “Will you marry me?”

The smile stretching across his face made his cheeks ache. “Of course.”

The ring was a perfect fit.

Eliza’s voice came from the dresser. “I’m hanging up now. Congatulations! Go have engaged people sex! Have fun! Use protection!”

Alex looked down at George. “Oh god. I’m so sorry.”

George stood up and captured his lips in a gentle kiss. “It’s fine, love.” George closed the space between them. “How about we do as Eliza says?”

“As if I’d want to do anything else.”

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A/N: so, as promised, first preview! Bad Reputation. It is not long… at all. I am sorry for that but I will try to work on it as soon as possible and I hope you like it and that maybe you can come up with suggestions or ideas on how to continue it :) so here it goes…

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Firewhiskies and Dares (Fred)

Requested- Hey could you maybe do a drunk Fred Weasley imagine? Maybe like it is a gryfdindor party and reader is best friends with twins and she gets drunk. Thaanks xxx

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“Gryffindor! Gryffindor! Gryffindor!” You were at a party in the Gryffindor common room. Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch match against Slytherin, so your friends decided to throw a party in order to celebrate. 

“Fred! George! Come over!” You waved your best friends towards you. They both had drinks in their hands, as you asked Fred to get one for you. “What do you have there?”

Fred glanced at the drink and grinned, “the best Firewhisky I could find.”

“Thanks,” you smiled and reached for it.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” George suggested while eyeing you and Fred. Yeah, he knew that you had a ridiculous crush on his twin. “If you don’t want to do something, you’ll have to finish a whole cup of Firewhisky.”

“Why not? Y/n?” Fred glanced at you, seeking for your opinion. Blushing a little, you nodded.

“Great. Yo guys! We’re playing truth or dare!” George shouted and your other friends gathered around.

George dared you to do all sorts of things since you were a bit scared to pick truth. You knew that if you chose truth, everyone would ask you who your crush was. Once he asked you to snog someone in the circle, but you declined then drank a whole cup of Firewhisky. You admitted to yourself that you weren’t a good drinker, after that drink, you felt a little dizzy. Unfortunately it was your turn again.


“Hm, y/n, I dare you to… drink another cup of Firewhisky." 

You rolled your eyes at Angelina, as she could tell that you were almost drunk. You finished the cup unwillingly and laughed.

"It’s three in the morning already!” George yelled, “can we go to bed now?” Normally, he’d be the last one who wants to go to sleep, but tonight he was doing it on purpose. 

“It’s so late already?” People started to leave and go back to their rooms. You started to move, too, but you were too drunk to know what you were doing. Fred noticed it and offered you his arm. Holding it and standing up clumsily, you fell onto the boy. George and the rest of your friends were nowhere to be found, and the two of you were the only ones in the common room. As your legs were too weak to walk, Fred assisted you to sit on the couch.



“Stay with me.” You said uncontrollably and pulled him to your side. 

He frowned and sat down next to you. “Do you want to go to bed?”

“No, I… just… want to be with… you.” You attempted to smile in a seductive way, failing miserably.

He blushed slightly at your words and shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, do you?” You didn’t say anything as you leaned closer to him. His whole body tensed up as you wrapped your arms around his body. “Y/n?” He said. 

You laid your chin on his shoulder and lifted it again. “What?”

“I think you should go back to your room,” he was confused by your action.

“No,” you refused his suggestion and shook your head violently, hitting his jaw in the progress. Fred winced a little. Studying him, you saw that his ears were red, then you grinned and placed two kisses on both of his cheeks. “I, like, you, Fred.” Now both of his cheeks were in brilliant red. His eyes were widened as he was definitely surprised by you.

“I like you, too.” He mumbled in a way that it was barely hearable.

“Thank you. Now kiss me. Please.” You commanded.

“You’re so drunk,” he laughed awkwardly. “I don’t kiss drunk girls, y/n, even if I want to.”

You fell asleep, still clenching the redhead’s body. Soon, Fred gave up helping you to get back to your dorm and fell asleep as well.


You woke up the next morning and found yourself hugging someone. Your head was still dizzy, but you were now awake. You loosened the grip and saw that it was Fred who you fell asleep on.

“Morning,” he greeted you.

You stood up immediately as you blushed furiously. “What the…”

“Just to be clear, I was the victim, not you.” He joked, “you got really drunk last night.”

“Did I do anything stupid?” You closed your eyes and squeezed the bridge of your nose.


You glared at him. There were two red lipstick marks on his cheeks. “Yeah right, look into the mirror. What else did I do?”

“Ugh,” he wiped his cheek with two fingers and saw the stain. “You sort of confessed to me and stuff.”

“Oh Merlin, I’m starting to remember.” You groaned and rolled your eyes, “I hate George. Wait. Was it my hallucination or you said you liked me, too?” You looked at him intensely while your face heated up.

Fred’s cheeks turned red, almost in the same color of the lipstick marks. “About that… maybe I did.”

You widened your eyes and sat back down beside him. “Really? You like me?”

“Yeah, for a while now, y/n." 

That was all he needed to say for you to lean in and, finally, kiss him on the lips. It felt amazing, sending butterflies to your stomach. He smiled to the kiss and cupped your face with his hands while kissing you back intensely. You ran your fingers through his hair and held on to it. Neither of you wanted to pull away, as you both were craving for this exact moment for a long time. Fred’s hands landed on your body and started snaking around you. You grinned and lowered your right hand to his chest, panting. Now you were on top of him, still kissing him hungrily, but soon you were interrupted.

"Uh huh. This is not what I expected.” George raised both his eyebrows and examine the situation in front of him. 

“Oh hey George!” Fred waved at him casually. You got off him immediately and laughed awkwardly.

“I guess I’ll go now.”

You and Fred stared at each other and bursted out with laughter.

“Wow,” he smirked and stretched his arms into the air.


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Fred Weasley Imagine: “Hogsmeade”

An imagine where Fred is trying to hit on a Hufflepuff girl down at Hogsmeade?

Requested by anon

Notes: hufflepuff reader, duh!

His eyes were fixed on you. All the time. No matter where you went. He was following you around: first to Honeydukes, then to the Three Broomsticks, to Tomes and Scrolls, to Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop… Everywhere. Tired of it, you excused yourself and left your friends behind, approaching the Weasley boy who seemed to hound you.

Putting your hands on your waist, you demanded, “Something wrong?”

The ginger boy looked baffled for a second. He sure hadn’t been expecting you to be so blunt. His shock didn’t last long though, for he smirked and replied, “You know, (y/n), you had me worried… For a moment I thought you were blind.”

He was referring to all the times you had crossed looks and still ignored him and you felt your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. You usually didn’t behave like that… You were kind and amiable, but you had really looked forward to visiting Hogsmeade. You wanted to spend time with your friends. That was why you had tried to pay him no attention until now, when you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

You opened your mouth, but no words came. In fact, you seemed to be incapable of articulating a complete sentence. His intense brown eyes were locked in your (y/e/c) orbs, and somehow it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“You know, (y/n), you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen…” he babbled, “And your (y/h/c) hair looks very soft…”

Your face flushed even more at this. What was he playing at? Was he hitting on you? You seemed to recover your voice and asked, “What are you doing?”

“Bloody hell, (y/n)! I’m trying to flirt with you! Am I that bad at it?”

His frustrated face was hilarious. Your lips unconsciously cracked a smile and trying to hold back a giggle, you answered, “Well, I’ve seen worse…”

You had tried to encourage him, but the truth was that he was pretty bad at flirting. First, he besieged you, and then he tried to compliment your eyes and hair. How original. He saw right through your little lie and groaned as he covered his face with his hands, “Ugh! I am awful at it! George was right!”

Frowning, you wondered, “What does your brother have to do with this?”

“Nothing… He just told me that I am so bad at flirting that it would take a miracle for you to notice me…”

You suddenly felt bad for him. Did he really think you didn’t fancy him? He was funny, brave and noble. And he wasn’t bad-looking either…

“You know what? Your brother was wrong…”

Before he realized the meaning of your words, you turned around and joined your friends. There, you had flirted with your crush. And your crush seemed to like you back. A stupid grin was plastered on your face for the rest of the day. You had never thought that a gryffindor could ever fall in love with a hufflepuff… But then again, Fred Weasley was different.

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She Looks Like Her Daddy Part 3

Prompt: Reader dated Captain Boomerang (George ‘Digger’ Harkness) years ago before his thieving days –They then break up, she comes to America to start over only to find out she is pregnant.  

Pairing: Digger Harkness X Reader

Warning: Cursing, Flash backs, Angst, and some serious feels

BTW here is PART 1, PART 2PART 4, PART 4 ½, and PART 5

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It was an autumn night in Australia and the air was cool and crisp.  Your boyfriend of 2 years, Digger, and you had taken a walk about two miles out from your home to star gaze.  This was something the two of you did at least once a week.

You were sitting in a patch of grass with a content smile on your lips as you watched your love.  Digger stood about five feet in front of you throwing one of his boomerangs in the air and catching it as it returned to him. He always loved boomerangs. Always had one in his pocket, in case he ever had a few minutes to waste and he’d throw one around. He claimed it was good exercise but you know he just found it fun.     

“I don’t know if I’d be a good mother.”

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You Think It’s Easy For Me Seeing You With Her? (Fredxreader Imagine)

Originally posted by couplenotes

You were in love with Fred Weasley. Seriously? Out of all the people in the school you HAD to fall for one that every girl had a crush on? He was your best friend and you hung out with him every day but you never got past that point. And now, he’s dating Angelina Johnson. Great. 

“Y/N are you STILL thinking about him? He.likes.Angelina.” Hermione snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Y/N, get over him. Look around you! Soo may fish in the sea.” Ginny said.

This was true.. You were an attractive girl and a few guys did have a little thing for you. Oh, what the heck? Maybe you can have some fun away from Fred for a little. You walked over to Oliver Wood and started talking.

A month has passed. You were now going out with Oliver, and Fred is still going on strong with Angelina. Things were alright with Oliver, it’s just that there wasn’t really much of a spark. You still felt butterflies in your stomach when Fred talked to you and you hated it. He’s your best friend for god sake and you have a boyfriend, get it together Y/N.

“Now why would Muggles even play Twisto?” inquired Ron.

“First of all, it’s Twister Ron, and second, its fun!” You exclamed setting up the game.

“I used to play this with Dudley all the time and for some reason he always ended up crushing me. He was a heaavy child.” Harry chuckled, rubbing his ribs reminiscing his childhood.

“Well it’s a good thing that none of us weigh as much as a baby killer whale. Angie you playing?” Fred asked his girlfriend.

“Nah, i’ll just sit back and watch with Georgie.” she said, plopping down on the couch beside the twin.

A couple of turns later, you were awkwardly balanced on your hands and feet with your stomach facing the air, Harry’s head was in between Ginny’s arms, Hermione and Ron were on the verge of collapsing and Fred was doing some sort of one-armed pushup.

“kayy Fred, put your left hand on a red.” George said spinning the wheel.

“Red? Aarh that’s so far away!” Fred struggled and planted his hand on a red circle right beside your waist, so he was hovering above you making you go slightly red. Ron’s elbow shook and the next second, he had collapsed onto Fred’s leg, making him collapse on top of you.

“Shit sorry there Y/N” Fred said, about to get off you when suddenly his brown eyes locked with yours and his face was millimeters close to yours.

“Um right it’s okay.” You broke away from his gaze and slid away from under him. That stare sure was something though. God why couldnt you get over that boy.

*A few days later*

You were walking down the hall, when you suddenly saw two people making out. Fred and Angelina. God it broke your heart each time you saw them together. And this was one time too many. You dropped your books and ran. 

A huge thunderstorm was going on outside, but you didn’t care. In fact, you liked walking in the rain when you were sad. Another clap of thunder erupted as you started crying, tears mixed with raindrops falling onto your moving feet. You didn’t really know where you were going but you didnt care. What happened to you? A month ago, you were fine. You actually thought you were getting somewhere with Fred. The bam he goes out with Angelina and your world crumbled down around you. You sat down on the wet grass, not even realising you were soaked to the bone.

Footsteps grew clear and you turned your head to see a tall ginger boy running to you. Fuck, it was Fred. He sat down beside you, pulling off his cloak and putting it on your shoulders.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”


“No seriously i’m your best friend, tell me whats the matter.”

At this you got up, sobbing even harder.

“Fine you want to know whats wrong?! I’m in love with you! That’s right! I’M.IN.LOVE.WITH.YOU! And no matter how much i dream about us being together, it will never happen because all you see me as is your best friend. And you’re with Angelina. God each time I see you with her I just die a little more inside.! And then i feel bad, because I’m your friend and I should be happy for you two. And just now, seeing you with her. It just kills me.” you finish, your voice breaking.

“You. You love me?” Fred asked.

“Noooo I just invented that whole speech and cried my soul out for the fun of it Fred.” you screamed.

“Well I’m sorry for making sure! God why dyou have to tell me now?! I’m with Ange, things are going well with her!  Ugh this is just the worst timing right now Y/N!” he bellowed back.

You sat back down. After a little while, you looked up at him.

“You think its easy for me seeing you with her? You think with all these feeling in me I can work out the most strategic time to tell you this? you whisper.

He sits back down and puts an arm over your shoulder.

“God, this wasnt supposed to happen. I, I love you. Like a lot. But since we were just stuck being friends, George told me to get over myself and find someone else. I thought I’d be happy with Angeina, you with Oliver and this whole loving you thing would have gone. But it hasnt. I cant deny it anymore, Y/N. I love you.”

“We’re in relationships Fre-

He cut you off by smashing his lips against yours. Your arms flew up around his neck and his hands cupped your cheeks, his thumbs wiping off your previous tears.

“Lets forget about them.” he whispers.

“They’re forgotten.” you answer and plant your lips against his again.

aaand here i would write that the storm cleared and rainbows and sunshines but thats too cheesy XD ;) lemme know what u thought! ik this was a little bit all over the place but hope u liked it. 


Can u guys tell me what u thought and what u guys want to read next? lovee u

hafireika  asked:

In that GQ pic Kate is smiling a maniac grin like she's possessed or something, William looks like a serial killer slash demonic bobblehead, Lupo looks like a mini hellhound running in the background. Charlotte looks cute enough but so blurry, distant and there's a blade of grass or something obstructing her face. Reminds me of those photos with apparitions of a ghost standing beside a happy, unaware family. And George... well we can only see his butt. Overall the pic is just too creepy. Ugh!

I know I shouldn’t laugh but this made me laugh!

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how about attending the wedding of (bestfriend) Fred to Angelina (because Fred deserves to live!) with longtime boyfriend George?

ugh you’re a ray of sunshine, you know that? excuse me as i weep thinking about this and freddie and georgie living happily ever after BECAUSE FRED LIVES <3 alsooooo, could i do a POV switch in this real quick? ;)

george weasley x reader


   The field next to the Burrow is lined with chairs and beautiful lilies. The sky is looking a bit overcast, but I’m almost certain the sun will be shining within in a few hours.
   I’m standing in front of the mirror with Ginny, fixing our rose pink bridesmaids dresses and tugging at my shoes. “Hang on,” I say, fixing one of the tiny flowers in Ginny’s bright hair. She does the same for me, and then smiles.
   “I can’t believe my brother’s getting married,”
   I just snicker, and tell her, “Ginny, this is your third brother to marry.”
   “I know, but it’s…it’s Fred,” she shakes her head in disbelief. “Truthfully, I never thought this day would come.”
   “And why’s that, sis?” I hear. Fred’s sticking his head in between the door and the wall, beaming as he walks inside. “Wow…you both look absolutely beautiful, but…could you try not to upstage me, please? It is my wedding day, after all.”
   Ginny playfully slaps his arm, and tries not to let the overwhelming sensation of pride make her too emotional. She embraces her brother tightly, squeezing him before saying, “Blimey, Fred, I can’t believe the day has come.”
   “Me neither,” he confesses to us both, and I see his cheeks go rosy. “It is a bit weird, right?” He looks at me and sarcastically drops his jaw. “If you weren’t my twin’s–”
   I giggle and roll my eyes. “Oh Freddie, stop so I can just take in this moment.” I place my hands in his, eyeing him up and down, remembering the frisky little boy I met when I was eleven. His hair, for once, is perfectly in tact, his shoes perfectly shiny, and his suit–not too big and not too small. It’s just right. Then I notice his off-center tie, and I smile. Same old Freddie. I sniffle, place a hand on his chest and say, “You do look quite handsome.”
   A tear rolls down my cheek and Fred tilts his head and grins, saying, “Aw, Y/N, you are the cutest thing. Thank you, darling, and you look absolutely stunning.” I feel my heart skip a beat, and I’m unable to believe that my best friend in the world is getting married–married–today. “Doesn’t it seem like it was just yesterday that me and George met you on the Hogwarts Express?”
   I groan, replying, “Ugh, Fred, can we at least wait until after the ceremony to make me cry?” I gently wipe away a tear underneath my eye, careful not to smudge any makeup that hasn’t already come off. “I’m really, really very happy for you.”
   “Thank you,” he says quietly and kisses my cheek before embracing me again.
   “I do have to say…” I hear suddenly. We turn around, and see George standing in the hallway, and he’s leaning against the door. “…we are a pretty attractive family.”
   Fred laughs and the twins hug one another. And then they smush Ginny into them, and she runs to the bathroom, yelling as she goes, “You’ve messed up my hair!”
   George looks at me, and his eyes begin to sparkle. I feel the butterflies begin to dance in my stomach and Fred says, “Told you she looks gorgeous.”
   “That’s an understatement,” George replies, walking closer to me. “C’mere…you beautiful angel.”
   The pounding in my heart is making my entire body shake, but I walk towards George, who’s arms are open and waiting. I sink into his embrace, and I breathe in his scent and close my eyes. Home. This is what home feels like. I peak from one eye, and I expect to see Fred snickering in the corner, but he’s gone.
   “How did I get so lucky?” George asks suddenly.
   I flip my hair, grinning up at him. “Guess you played your cards right, Georgie,” and I wink. He laughs and I say, “The real question is, how did I?”
Mrs. Weasley calls from downstairs; we have six minutes before the ceremony begins, and sixty-seconds before needing to be downstairs, in line, ready to go.
   “Hm, what can we do for sixty seconds?” George asks me, wrapping his hands tightly around my waist. He pulls me closer to him, our faces inches from each other.
   I shake my head and say, “I mean, we’ve got more time than that, don’t we?” I wink at him again, and his lips meet mine, soft and warm and smooth. We kiss slowly, and a minute passes, and another before Mrs. Weasley is calling our names again.


   There’s a white carpet leading from the start of the field to the spot where Fred will marry Angelina. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Fred are walking, and then Charlie, and Bill and Fleur, Percy and his wife, George and I, and Ron and Ginny, and the aisle is open for Angelina and her parents to walk down.
   The sun is peaking out from behind a cloud, and the wind is rustling some of the lilies. It is beautiful. I’m looking at George, who smirks slyly at me, and I feel my heart skip a beat. Fred is holding Angelina’s hands in his, looking as though he may cry at any moment, and my heart skips another. It is the most beautiful of wedding ceremonies, and someone yells, “Kiss your wife!” as they place the rings on one another’s fingers. They both laugh and fall into one another. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley are crying in the front row, and George kneels down to hug his mother. Ginny is squeezing my hand, crying and giggling at the same time, and even Ron is welling up a bit. Fred and Angelina make their way back up the aisle, and they are married. My best friend is married.

During, George’s POV

   Ever since we were little, Fred and I have always shared everything. Toys, clothes, rooms, classes, personality traits, holiday and birthday gifts. It used to bother us a lot when we were younger, but as we age, it seems to make us a bit more fond of each other. Especially today.
   I glance from Fred to her. There are tears in her eyes, and she is melting at the sight of our best friend getting married. I am, too. The slight wind is blowing some of her curls into her face, but she doesn’t move. She’s too busy noticing the beauty of the day to worry about anything else.
   She watches Fred and Angelina with such passion in her heart, and I can feel mine thumping in my chest. I know what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the same. How we want this, just what Fred and Angelina have–a big, beautiful wedding with all of our friends and family on a perfect sunny day, finally becoming husband and wife. She wipes away a tear from her eye, smiles at my sister and looks at me. She winks, and I can’t help but smirk back at her. She is beautiful. I’ve never wanted anything more than I do in this moment, for that perfect girl to become my wife.
    Fred winks at me as he and his new bride begin towards the tent. I meet my beautiful girl, and she wraps her hand around my arm. We start up the aisle, too. She whispers, “God, that was beautiful, wasn’t it? Well, shall we go and party, Mr. Weasley?”
   From day one, Fred and I have shared everything together. So when he approached me a couple of weeks ago saying that he wanted nothing more than to share today with me, too, there wasn’t any way I could say no, really. “Yes,” I tell her, breathing in the smell of her perfume. It’s going to happen for you, love, I want to tell her, but I resist. It’s going to happen sooner than you know.

After, reader’s POV

   The ends of my dress are being swept across the grass as I walk swiftly towards Fred. “Congratulations,” I say, sweeping him into a hug and placing a kiss on his cheek. “To the both of you.” I embrace Angelina.
   “Couldn’t have done it without you, sis,” Fred says to me, and I look at him quizzically. I’m about to ask him what he means, when he says, “Party time, yes?”
   He and Angelina make their way to the tent outside the Burrow. I pull George with me, but he points in a different direction. “Walk?”
   “I go wherever you go,” I say, and he smiles nervously. We make our way to the field, where the sun is setting and the lilies are moving slowly in the light wind. I place a loose curl behind my ear, and George takes his hands in mine. “You can’t miss your best man speech.”
   George grins and places a kiss on my cheek. “Somehow I think Freddie will wait.”
   He bites his lip, and I feel a rush of blood to my cheeks. I wait nervously, and he says, “D’you remember meeting on the train?”
   I grin, remembering. “We haven’t told that story in a long time. The two of you came into the compartment I was in–”
   “–completely uninvited.”
   “Yeah, but you were cute, so I let it go.” I wink. “We began talking about everything, remember? Our plans for after Hogwarts–”
   “What we wanted our jobs to be–”
   I giggle, “–when we wanted to get married and start a family–gosh, I remember saying something so cliché, that I wanted to be proposed to at sunset, being swallowed in a field full of flowers, or something.”
   I laugh, but George just shows a small grin. “I remember,” he says.
   He pulls something out of his pocket, and I see a small black box in his hand. My hands grow cold immediately, and I swear the entire world can hear the pounding of my heart. “George…”
   He kneels down, and holds my one hand in his. My insides are swirling about, and my head is buzzing with a million and one thoughts. The tears already begin before he even starts to talk. He brushes one away before beginning. “You are the love of my life, and I have loved you since that moment on the train and I will love you from now until the rest of forever…” his voice trails off, and he looks at me, tears in his eyes, and my hands are shaking. He kisses them and they come to a slow. He looks back at me and opens the box, flashing a beautiful, beautiful diamond ring. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
   I hardly give him time to finish before I tell him, “Yes, yes!” and I jump into his arms. I don’t even give him a moment to place the ring on my finger before I begin to kiss him. We press our foreheads togethers and he gently slides the ring down my finger, and we are crying and laughing and jubilant. With a flourish of his wand, he sends up sparks into the air, and an array of fireworks unleashes in the pinkish-orange sky. Courtesy of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, no doubt.
   A million ‘I love you’s’ are exchanged before we make our way back to the tent. I hold my head in my hand in disbelief of the moment, and George is kissing my forehead every few steps. We walk into the tent. Everyone is looking around in bewilderment–presumably because of the sound of the fireworks–and Fred announces, “I heard fireworks–does that mean–”
   “She said yes,” George tells him, and Fred runs over and tackles the two of us. Fred then embraces his twin and the two of them are crying, and it is beautiful. Mrs. Weasley is sobbing again, and everyone is hugging us–Ginny and Bill and Ron and Hermione and Harry and everyone. Fred announces to the entire audience, “This is the greatest day of my life.”
   When all calms down, I am dancing with George on the floor next to Fred and Angelina. A soft, romantic song plays in the background, and I have my one hand on George’s shoulder, the other hand intertwined in his. His lips are inches from mine, and I press mine gently to his. We part and I say, “I reckon we’re going to make a rather wonderful married couple,”
   George just laughs lightly, replying, “I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
   And I kiss him again, and he spins me. We meet again, tighter this time, and I hold closely to me the first boy I ever pranked someone with, the first boy I ever snuck out with. The first and only boy I ever, and will ever, love.

holy shit this took me forever and a day but i’m pretty pleased with my writing here. i do hope you like it, my love, and that it lived up to all of your expectations! :)


George Weasley Imagine - Yeah, A Lot Of People Are Afraid Of Me

A/N: Hey guys so this was kinda hard to write, because I’m not very outgoing and stuff, but I still tried hard to write this so I hope you like it!

Request: Could I have a 71 with a badass Gryffindor and she is dating George and he loves that she knows a whole bunch of spells and is awesome

Prompt 71. “Yeah, a lot of people are afraid of me.”

It was no wonder you were in Gryffindor, you were definitely brave and courageous and you showed this by just not caring what people thought of you and by standing up for you and those around you. There was, of course, more to being a Gryffindor, but everyone knew that this is what got you into the fantastic house.

“Ready to go?” You heard your boyfriend, George Weasley ask.

“Not really, but we better go.” You said getting up and walking out of the Great Hall. You entwined your hands with George and he smiled down at you. You walked out of the doors when you heard another familiar voice call out both of your names.

“George! Y/N!” Neither of you turned around as you knew it was your boyfriend’s twin, Fred Weasley. “Don’t leave without me!” He exclaimed as he ran up to you panting.

“How could we ever forget you, Freddie?” You asked as he walked beside you.

“I mean, you’re the most annoying person we know.” George said making you laugh.

As you turned the corner to go into your Charms class, you noticed a girl two years below you in her fourth year going in the direction you came from. As she saw you she gasped and dropped her books. You rolled your eyes and decided to be nice and hand her book back.

“Thanks.” She mumbled and ran.

“What was that?” Asked Fred.

“Yeah, it seemed like she was scared of you.”

“Yeah, a lot of people are afraid of me.” You said shrugging your shoulders. The twins looked at you, raising an eyebrow. You sighed and explained, “A couple of weeks ago her and a group of friends were bullying first years and hexing them. So I thought I would hex them to see if they like it when older kids bully them.” You finished explaining as you walked into the Charms lesson. The twins nodded at your story, they were used to this kind of thing, you always stood up for people who couldn’t stand up for themselves, and that is what made you, you.

You took your seats where you usually sit, at the back of the class with you at the end, George in the middle and Fred on the other side.

The class started and you were going to be continuing on turning water into wine which the class had been working on for the past two lessons. You had been close to doing it in the last lesson, but hadn’t got it yet and neither had anyone else in the class.

You instantly got your wand out, got your glass of water from the front of the class and sat back down. You tried to do it, saying the incantation Professor Flitwick taught you. It didn’t work, so you tried again. Nothing, so you tried one more time and your water had suddenly turned a dark red.

“I did it!” You exclaimed as the whole class turned towards you, you hadn’t realised you had said it that loud. Professor Flitwick came rushing to your table and examined your glass.

“Wonderful Ms. Y/L/N! Absolutely terrific, 10 points to Gryffindor!” He exclaimed as you smiled to yourself. He asked you to try to start learning non-verbal spells as this is what the class would be starting next and walked away.

“How did you do that?!” Fred and George exclaimed.
“Magic.” You said sarcastically waving your hands as muggles do when they mention magic. This made George laugh and say, “You truly are wonderful babe, you are the first in the class to do it.” He said smiling at you.

“Suck up much?” Fred asked making you giggle.

“Shut up, just because my girlfriend is brilliant and you don’t even have a girlfriend.” George said making you laugh and Fred do a rude hand gesture.

“Oh Georgie, you don’t have to say I’m brilliant, I already know I am.” You smiled cheekily making George laugh and go back to trying to turn his water into wine.

Charms soon finished and you were making your way to Potions.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to Potions.” You groaned walking down to the dungeons.

“You know, Potions isn’t actually that bad, it’s just Snape that makes it horrible.” George said as you and Fred agreed.

As you were walking down into the dungeons, you ran into Malfoy who just looked like a git as usual.

“Blood traitors, mud blood.” He murmured, yes you were muggle born, but you didn’t really care. Just being a witch was amazing and your blood status shouldn’t matter if you can perform magic.

“Shut up Malfoy.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Ew, the mud blood is talking to me.” He said smirking.

“Oh no, now the mud blood is hexing you.” You said sarcastically and without hesitation, you pulled your wand out and yelled, “Anserrus!” And before Malfoy could even react, he was honking like a goose. This made all three of you laugh extremely loudly, which got the attention of the one and only, Snape.

“Silence.” He said turning to you, as you stopped laughing Malfoy honked again making you all laugh. Snape shot you all a look as he said the counter-curse and Malfoy rushed to his class.

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley,” he said making you giggle as he said ‘Mr. Weasley’ twice. He shot you another look and continued, “firstly, you are ten minutes late to class and then I find you in here, hexing another student.”

“Professor, he called her a mud blood.” George said standing up for you.

“That is no excuse, Mr. Weasley.” Snape said making you roll your eyes, of course, it was your fault for hexing Malfoy, never would it ever be Malfoy’s fault. “I think that every day this week you can do detention with me, ten points each shall be taken from Gryffindor for how many minutes you were late and I think another fifteen points shall be taken off, each as well, for hexing another student.

“But Professor, only one of us could have hexed him.” You said as he gave you a look.

“Ms. Y/L/N, don’t make me take more points off.”

“Did you take points off Slytherin for Malfoy calling me a horrible name?” You asked, the twins knew better to stop you, you hated Snape and nothing could ever stop you from calling him out on his bullshit.

“I think another ten points can be taken off from Gryffindor, five for back chatting and another five for not using a student’s correct name. His name is Draco Ms. Y/L/N.”

“I know what his name is.” You said walking into class, the twins and Snape following behind you.

“And you can see me for another night of detention.” He called after you making you roll your eyes.

You got into class and sat at the back in the same order as Charms. You partnered yourself with George and got the ingredients needed for the potion written on the board.

“You really need to stop talking back to Snape Y/N.” George said preparing the ingredient that needed to be added first.

“But it’s so fun!” You smiled, getting the cauldron ready. He shook his head and laughed. “How funny was Malfoy though.” You said, as you both laughed.

“That was so funny.” George said putting the ingredient in the cauldron and preparing the next ingredient.“You’re amazing.” He said as you stirred the potion.

“I know.” You said looking at him.

“And I love you very much.” He said looking at you as well.

“And I love you very much too.” You said kissing his lips.

You both went back to making your potion, you were so lucky to have George as a boyfriend.

anyfandomwriter  asked:

#11 with Fred Weasley? ^^

11. “I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?”

You breathe in deeply, trying to calm down. 

Tomorrow. It was all happening to fast. 

You check through your list, for the 1000th time, and everything seems t be in place. 

But oh God, you don’t feel like it. 

A light knock at your door drags you back to reality, and you see a familiar redhead smiling at you. 

He looks happy, and relaxed and just so damn.. in place. 

And here you are. Your hair is everywhere, your makeup smudges, breathing fast, and a frantic look in your eyes. 

Before he can even speak, you wail out: “I’m such a mess, why do you even like me?” and bite your lip. 

He looks a little taken aback, before he grins. 

“Like you?” he asks, skating his head and laughs. 

“God, y/n, of course I like you! I’m marrying you tomorrow!” 

Too Late Pt. 2 (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Angst/Romance (I think)

Word Count: 747

Summary: You regret ever saying yes to this date. What will happen when your true crush decides to interfere?



“Oh bloody hell! Bloody hell! What did you just get yourself into Y/N!” This, among other things, was racing through your head as you stood there hugging Dean Thomas. “Why did you say yes?!?” was playing over and over in your mind while you pulled away and waved each other goodbye. Once the coast was clear, you sprinted into your common room as fast as you could. Why didn’t you just say no? “Because that would have hurt his feelings” says a little voice in your head. You hated that voice. It’s why you were in this mess in the first place! Sure, Dean was nice and kind of cute but you just didn’t like him that way. You could have just said that but nooOOoooOo! Now you have a date at the Three Broomsticks at 5 on Saturday!! Just, great.

                                     **TIME SKIP TO FRIDAY**

You sat in Potions class barely paying attention to whatever Snape was droning on about. This was your last class for the day and frankly, you were too preoccupied fretting about your date later that evening. You really didn’t want to do this but you couldn’t just reject Dean like that.

 “Just one date. I’ll end it after that” you convinced yourself.

 No matter how consumed you were by your thoughts, you felt as if someone was staring at you. You glanced around as your gaze landed on the boy you truly loved. Your (e/c) eyes met his icy blue ones as you both turned away quickly. You snuck another peek and noticed how his cheeks were lightly dusted pink. How blissful it would be if he liked you back. Unfortunately, he probably liked Pansy Parkinson. You despised her so much. There was never a single second when she wasn’t throwing herself at Draco and it irritated you to a breaking point. 

“Who wouldn’t love Draco with his silky hair, beautiful eye-“ You were snapped out of your trance by the bell sounding. You scurried off to your dorm to get ready.

Draco POV

After your eyes met in Potions, Draco couldn’t get you off his mind. He just wanted to be able to wrap his arms around you and call you his. Ugh, this was such un-Slytherin like behavior! But he couldn’t help it. It broke him to see you with another guy but he was about to fix that. “I can’t believe I’m doing this” he muttered to himself as he approached Fred and George Weasley.

“Look, I need a favor.”

“And I need to get you away from me. Your point Malfoy?” George retorted. Or was it Fred? Who cares?!?

“What if we could strike a bargain?” Draco proposed.

“We’re listening” Ginger #1 said, intrigued.

“Yeah, show us what you got Blondie” Ginger #2 said nonchalantly.

Draco glared at him. “Anyway, so here’s the plan…”


You and Dean were currently walking towards the Three Broomsticks together. There was light small talk here and there but other than that, silence. It wasn’t a comfortable silence it was filled with tension and awkwardness. You both reached the entrance. He opened the door and was about to step aside to let you pass first but a low whirring sound had begun to vibrate from the door. 

“What the- “you began but never finished because that was when the chaos begun.

 Feathers, glue, glitter, marbles, miscellaneous, and much more rained down on Dean. All you could do is stand still in shock of what happened. You had thought it was the end but then a metal contraption holding what seemed to be a roll of packing tape swept across Dean’s face leaving behind a sticker that said “Loser”. Your hands flew to cover your mouth. How could someone do something so horrible??

 “Maybe we should take a rain check on the Three Broomsticks and get you cleaned up?” you suggested with a light laugh.

 “I guess you’re right” Dean responded chuckling along.

 You both talked and laughed the whole way back to Hogwarts.

Draco POV

“Ha!! That was so worth that wild goose chase to find ingredients for the twins!! Y/N will never date somebody that humiliating” Draco observed from his secret hiding place. Wait. What’s happening? Are they? Laughing? Oh no, oh no, oh no! That wasn’t supposed to happen!! What if she loves him? I should have known this wouldn’t work. (Y/n) is too kind to ever judge anyone. How could I have been so stupid? What have I done?

And? (Fred)

absolutelyafangirll: Do you do golden trio era one shots?? If you do, could you do one were the reader i malfoys sister and she is in love with fred and they end up going out and he is just like waht ever…. Fluff pls!! Lve your blog btw!

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It was difficult to watch him without smiling. He always seemed to radiate some kind of positive energy. Every time he talked to you you felt like flying. Fred Weasley. The prankster of Hogwarts. Why did he always look so damn good? ‘Y/N?’ Draco snapped at you, bringing you back into reality. ‘What, Draco? Damn.’ You said, annoyed at your brother for interrupting your thought process. ‘Hurry up and eat. The food will all be gone soon. Do I really have to father you y/n?’ He said, cooly. You rolled your eyes, ‘I never asked you to look out for me, Draco. Believe it or not I am very capable.’ You said, taking a bite of the meatloaf. Draco smirked, ‘You’re not capable of keeping your crush a secret.’ You slammed down your fork, blushing, ‘What?’ You demanded. Draco laughed, 
‘Please y/n.’ Was all he said. Frustrated, you stood up and exited the Great Hall. You weren’t hungry anyway. As you made your way back to the common room you heard someone calling. ‘Not hungry?’ You turned around to see Fred standing at the end of the hallway. You walked back towards him and shrugged, ‘Lost my appetite.’ You said. Fred smirked, ‘With a brother like Malfoy I would too.’ He said. You laughed, ‘Hey! He may be a twat but he is still my brother.’ You warned. Fred nodded, 
‘Copy that.’ He said. ‘So where are you going?’ He asked 
‘Well I was going to go back to the common room. Why?’ You asked. Fred shrugged and looked out the window, ‘It’s a nice evening. You should come for a walk with me.’ He said, making your heart flip. You smiled, a blush coming to your cheeks. ‘That sounds a lot more fun than what I was planning.’ You said. Fred grinned and you began your walk around the grounds. 

‘Why is Malfoy such a git, but you, his sister is the complete opposite?’ Fred asked you as you walked. You laughed, ‘He’s not that bad! I think he’s seriously misunderstood.’ You whined, wanting to protect your brother. Fred snorted, ‘And what is his deal with Harry?’ He asked. You shrugged, ‘I dunno I think he likes him.’ You said. Fred stopped, ‘Really?’ You sighed, 
‘Let’s not talk about my brother anymore.’ You said. Fred nodded, 
‘Okay what do you want to talk about?’ He asked. You opened your mouth and then shut it again. You so badly wanted to ask Fred if he liked you too. It was cliche and stupid but you really needed to know. You went red just thinking about it. ‘What’s wrong?’ He asked. You coughed and looked away, ‘Uh nothing.’ You said. Fred smirked, 
‘Nothing? Y/N your face is as red as my hair.’ He said, running his hands through it. You laughed nervously. What have I got to lose? You asked yourself. Well a lot, you thought, my dignity and all desire to ever interact with humans again. You took a deep breath and just decided to ask him. ‘Okay here’s the deal.’ You said, seriously. Fred raised an eyebrow at you, ‘Are you about to tell me off?’ He joked. You laughed,
‘No! I just-ugh-There is something I need to tell or ask you. I haven’t decided which yet.’ You said. Fred nodded slowly, ‘Okay?’ You stopped walking and looked at him. ‘Do you like me?’ You blurted out. Fred stepped back, his eyes wide. ‘W-who told you? Was it George because I am going to kill hi-’
‘No no no!’ You said slightly taken aback. ‘I like you and I was wondering if you liked me too, damn.’ You said, making Fred smile. 
‘Oh thank God! Okay well then yeah. I, uh, I do.’ He said. instantly, you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. He laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist.

That evening you decided you needed to tell Draco. Being the good sister that you were…or something like that. You stood with Fred outside the Great Hall, holding his hand. ‘It’ll be fine right?’ He asked you. You nodded uncertainty, ‘Yeah, surely.’ You spotted Draco walking towards you and you let go of Fred’s hand. ‘Stay here, maybe.’ You said. You walked towards Draco. ‘Hey!’ You said. 
‘Hi.’ Draco replied. ‘What’s up?’ He asked. You looked behind you at Fred who smiled nervously. ‘Um well. I just wanted to tell you that-uh-and don’t get mad! That Fred and I are now….kind of….dating?’ You said, your voice getting higher and higher. Draco looked behind you at Fred and then back to you. His facial expression blank. ‘And?’ He said. The butterflies in your stomach dropped, ‘What do you mean “and”?’ You said. Draco shrugged, 
‘Why are you making such a big deal out of this?’ He asked, raising an eyebrow. You gawped at him, ‘Aren’t you going to tell me I can’t date a Weasley or something?’ You said. Draco furrowed his eye brows, ‘No?’ He said. 
‘Oh. Well in that case, never mind.’ You shrugged. 
‘I’m happy for you.’ Draco said as he turned away and walked back to where he came from. ‘Thanks bro.’ You called back, laughing.
‘How’d he take it?’ Fred asked. You smiled, 
‘He-uh-he didn’t care.’ You said. Fred raised his eyebrows, 
‘Wow.’ He said. 
‘Yeah.’ You replied. ‘I guess now the only person we have to worry about is my dad.’ Fred looked at you with wide eyes. 
‘Your Dad.’ He said flatly. 

john: someone smells really fuckin bad……… ringo, is it u

ringo: y do u always pick on me, john? y???? stop the teasing. stop the abuse. it’s 2015. we’re grown. act like it

john: wtf? last time i checked it was 1960

george: when’s the last time u looked at a calendar

john: idk but it is definitely 1960

paul: omg no it is at least 1965 right now

john: oh really? prove it

paul: ugh… yesterday…….. all my troubles seemed so far awayyyy –

john: oh!!! yeah, yesterday was the last time i looked at a calendar. thx, paul!

george: then u must be right. it is 1960

paul: omg??? john??????? how could u not recognize my #1 hit song “yesterday??????” r u ok???

john: fuck yesterday, fuck 1965

ringo: ringo: so we r just gonna ignore the fact tht i thought it was 2015??? ok

john: and fuck u ringo

ringo: of course

(thanks to paulieismylove​ for submitting this photo for me to caption!)