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Y’all can’t convince me that if George was dating a Ravenclaw he wouldn’t use the pet name little bird. Like, come on I can feel it in my bones that he would just lovingly refer to them as his little bird all the time. 

He’d be all like, “I love you little bird” 

Anyway, that’s all I have to say. Also, FYI I have a ton of other ones like this rolling around in my brain if you want more, lol. 

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Fine Line • Fred Weasley

PAIRING: Fred Weasley x Reader SUMMARY: An untimely relationship happens during the Second Wizarding War WARNINGS: Angst w/ a happy ending A/N: This is one of the first fics that I wrote for this series, which is coincidentally the last song on the album. It was also the song that inspired me to write this series in the first place. I hope you like it .x

Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy…

Fred Weasley was running down the streets of Diagon Alley, entering every jewelry store he could find in search for the right ring. Tears were forming in his eyes at the thought of marrying you, at the thought of being able to call you his wife.

His parents had called him crazy when he first presented the idea to them. They were adamant about changing Fred’s mind or at least have him take time to really think about it. He had known you only for a bloody year and now he’s decided he wants to propose to you? They were furious at the idea to say the least.

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Come Home | G.W

WARNINGS // Angst, Soldier!George, Sadness, ??Mentions of deployment??

A/N // Hey babes long time no see, baso I got sad & wrote a sad angsty Drabble with a sort of ish happy ending!!! Hope you like it <3

The phone rang out, loudly, almost as if it were a shout bellowing against the quiet mellow sounds of the home. She pushed herself up out of the sofa, running around the corner to the landline, picking it up hastily so as not to miss the caller. “Hello?”

The chuckle of relief on the other end was something she recognised immediately, it was a chuckle she’d grown used to hearing over all of these years but a sound that had not graced her ears in a long while, he spoke up, almost gravelly, throat hoarse for a moment, pausing to clear his throat mid sentence, “God, I- Wow, it’s good to hear your voice.”

She sighed, shaking her head for nobody, a single tear rolling down her cheek, she tried to speak but the lump in her throat made her voice crack and her speech tremble, “It’s been a while, Georgie.”

“Sure has, huh? Haven’t forgotten about me, have you?” She shook her head again, remembering that he couldn’t see her and again tried to speak up, this time leaning against the wall, more for stability than comfort. “The kids still watch the videos and ask when you’ll be home.”

That statement hurt him the most, He’d never intended to be gone this long, away from his family, his wife. A month max, they told him on deployment, when two rolled by, he chalked it down to bad progress. Three and he’d spent at least a week locked away for fear he’d lost it all, month four he pulled himself together and kept on top of letters, sent whatever wacky stuff he found out on base back home. “Are they asleep?”

“All tucked in tightly, though our littlest still struggles to settle without you.” She sniffled, wiping the tears off of her cheeks.

“I’m already on my way home, at the first bit of signal I could get, I called.” She smiled at his omission, taking a deep breath as to steady herself. “I love you, Georgie.”

“I love you too, Angel.” He paused again for a minute, listening to the sounds of her breathing, wishing he were somehow home once more. “I’ll be home soon.”

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Y/n: [standing outside George's window with a "PROM?" sign]

Fred: [leaning out the window] Oh, my God, YES!

Y/n: NO! TELL GEORGE!

Fred: George, I'm going to prom with your girlfriend!

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young & reckless (pt 1) // george weasley

Summary: You’re stubborn, so when your best friend tries to convince you that Bucky Barnes isn’t the right guy for you, you try to prove him wrong. In the process, you end up in a place you thought only existed in books, where you meet the one.

Pairing(s): George Weasley x Reader (eventually), Wanda Maximoff x Reader (sisters) Peter Parker x Reader (platonic) Bucky Barnes x Reader (unrequited)

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: unrequited crush, angst, panic attack, 

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @coffee-jelly544 for proofreading this.

𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃: 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟕. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝟐𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 (𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞). 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭. 𝐈𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕. 𝐍𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐫, 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞.

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“He’s so hot,” you sighed. Steve and Bucky were sparring in the gym a few feet away from you. It had become a habit for you at this point to watch the two super soldiers while they train as you yearn for the brunette one.

You weren’t sure when your crush on Bucky began, but one day you couldn’t take your gaze off of him whenever he was in the same room as you. You weren’t sure if the older man had noticed your long stares, but if he had, he never mentioned it.

“And so far beyond your age range.” You jumped, startled by a voice. You shifted your gaze away from the two men to face a much younger one wearing a teasing smile on his face.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “What do you want, Peter?”

“Dreaming about your knight in shining armour again?”

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Snape: [dying] tell Joe, i loved her

Harry: who's Joe, professor?

Snape: Joe Mama

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I'm working on a short George Weasley series. My 'hopeless-romance-for-Georgie' phase is at its peak.

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Featuring Fred x reader is coming up! Who's excited??

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Best Mistake II

Title : Best Mistake II Pairing : George Weasley x Reader Word Count :  Writer : JW. Notes : Here’s the second part darlings! It’s short cause I’m no good in the fluff department and I can’t prolong the angst. Sorry. If you haven’t read the first part, check it out here.

It had been awkward since. Doing routines just to cross them off of the to-do list, instead of really putting your heart and soul in it. You were beginning to think if what he said was true. You moving in and try to push each other to move on might be a catalyst to destruction.

In your deepest darkest mind, you really didn’t have any problem should this relationship brought you somewhere. It may sound wrong the first time, to date your late boyfriend’s twin, but wouldn’t Fred want you both to be happy?

That is, if George is seeing this the same way you do.

Still, you try your best to keep this professional. The shop has just been reopened. It would all goes to pot if the slightest conflict between you two gets in its way.

You’re now staring at George. God, just how lovely he looks. He could do the least attractive chores, like cleaning up the pygmy puffs dung or mopping a child’s vomit from trying puking pastiles, and yet still manages to look charming. Perhaps you’re just the biggest loser when it comes to Weasley’s wonderful gene.

“Let me help you with that,” you chirmed in, taking the basket off his hands “Have you feed them yet, Georgie?”

He hums, “I’ll go check the amortentia then,”

Your shoulders fall. Surely he could act a bit more gentle to avoid you. All endeavor you’ve made has been dodged away. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

You sigh, assuring yourself, “Keep your pecker up, ___. This storm won’t last long,”

The meal’s cold now. Of course, you can just heat them with some small spells and voilà, the perfect breakfast is ready. But it’s not just the meal that made you lost your appetite. Eating alone, knowing full well that there’s someone who could accompany you, brings another level of loneliness in your stomach.

It’s been some days now since you’ve been eating your meals in your room. You figured it is less painful than to eat at the table, only to meet George with his long face and cold shoulder. You’d still cook for two, yet never get to enjoy them with him. Something that’s been bittering your tongue.

Knock knock.

You jolted up of your seat. It’d still be hours till the shop’s open. You’ve made his breakfast and prepared the things he’d need to start the day. Could you be forgetting something?

“Yes, George?” you question, opening the door. You were welcomed with a sight of him, still in his pajamas and is holding a tray of his breakfast.

“Can I eat with you?”

“R-Right here?” you ask, caught off guard “Or in the dining room?”

“Your room would do good,” he says, slightly smiling as he walks passed you. George proceeds to your bed, sitting down before looking around the room “Is this room too packed for you? You can always move to other rooms if you’d like,”

Can I move to your room? You shamelessly thought.

“It’s fine. I don’t have many belongings, anyway,”

George nods.

Silence. You can’t trace the moment when neither of you couldn’t find a topic to talk about, but this is it. This is that moment. That ugly awkward moment filled with only stolen glances. None of you is touching your food either. Fully anticipating the other’s first words.

Acting like little children now.

“I was thinking to take a day off, today,” George begins “Let’s not open the shop,”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I just— I need some time and space alone. To rest,”

“I see,”

Ugly thoughts is running wildly in your mind. Is this his gentle way of kicking you out? Has he gotten tired of you already?

“I don’t mean to push you away, no,” he says fast, realizing how his words might be wrongly understood “Merlin’s, why can’t I compose myself,”

“Georgie, are you alright?”

“I can’t unlove you,”

You blink fast, “W-What?”

“I said, I can’t unlove you. I tried, so hard, but nothing has worked,” he confesses “This is wrong, I know. I can’t imagine bigger crime than this. I don't even want to imagine the hurt and betray Fred would feel about this, but I’m done lying and running from it. I love you, and I can’t undo it,”

You stay silent.

“I know what I did was a mistake. To kiss you, I— I didn’t even know what I was thinking. I just wanted to share what I feel. You don’t need to return it or feel bad about it. I know where your feelings lay and I’m thankful for it,”

“What do you really want, George?”

He shakes his head, forcing a smile, “It’s not that simple. Doesn’t matter what I want,”

“Of course it does,” you argue “Just tell me what you want,”

You stood up, coming to the boy that looks like the most vulnerable thing in the world. Never have you ever seen him in this state. George isn’t one to show emotions, he would always conceal them under all the laughter and smile. 

Welcoming the embrace, George pours his emotions out. Like you were the only anchor holding him in his life. He leans on you, relying on the only thing that matters in his world. For a moment he tries to brush away the guilt of loving his brother’s girlfriend and be selfish about it.

“I want you,”

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Best Mistake pt II

Hopefully i can post it tomorrow. Rest now darlings!

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Marvel

I am currently pushing myaelf to also write Marvel related stories and since this page is specialized for Harry Potter's Universe, if you are interested you can check out barnestagram and send me requests there!

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Thank you so much

For the warm responses you all give to Best Mistake. I havent been in this account for so long I thought no one would've seen it. Thank you, it means a lot to me and motivates me to get writing again💖

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Best Mistake

Title : Best Mistake Pairing : George Weasley x Reader || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2,061 Writer : JW. Notes : I’m just gonna ask this ahead, should I make part II?

It has been almost a year since the most devastating war the Wizarding World has ever known for happened. The crumbles of life that were once shattered on the ground are now collating back in a painfully slow pace. Still, it’s better than nothing.

Suppose, one would need some time to recover, too.

You pull down the blinds and turn the welcome board aside. Calling it a day as you pile back the chairs to its tables. The cafe’s all you have left now. With your family gone from the battle, the only anchor to keep you sane would be this business your parents indirectly passed on to you.

“My apologise, but we’re not seeing any—,” you say as you hear the doorbell rang, frozen as you face the person “Guests,”

He flashes a weak smile. The same disheveled hair, couple eye bags and frowzy outfit. Reckon some things are just never meant to change, ever.

“Ron,”

“It’s been a while, ___,” he greets softly, looking rather glad to see you yet something in his eyes tells you something rather implicit “How have you been?”

“I-I’ve been well,” you say with a little stutter, still not believing your eyes from the sudden visit of an old friend “Have a seat, please,”

The cafe never felt much alive ever-since you step in behind the wheel. No matter how busy it gets, how many costumers, how crowded the place gets, it just never feels the same. There’s still an invicible hollow somewhere in the set that you just can’t seem to load.

Just when you thought it can’t be much colder than this, it did.

“How’s Hermione?”

“Right as rain, she is,” he answers after taking a sip of the hot coco “She’s been visiting The Burrow even more frequent now. It’s like there’s no pause for her rants, really,”

“You love her nonetheless,”

“I love her nonetheless,” he repeats shyly with a light tint of blush “Perhaps I could use another nagging woman in my life other than Mum,”

You chuckle lightly.

“George misses you, you know,”

The light turns dim once more.

“He’s been wondering about your being all this time,” Ron says carefully, noticing the sudden change of your facial expression “You left right after the war. No owls, no words. My brother’s demented without you,”

“Ron—,”

“I know you lost your family in the battle, ___. But you’re not the only one with an open wound. George’s lost Fred. He lost his other half. You were the only thing he could ask for support for. Don’t you think you should pay him a visit sometime in a while?”

You stay silent, circling your mug as you try to think it through.

“You don’t know how hard it is to watch George every morning, wandering aloud if you’ve also departed from the war like Fred. He always argue with the fact that your body’s unfound, but— Sometimes the thought wouldn’t suffice. The nightmare’s just too daunting for him,”

Silence.

“You have to let him know you’re still alive, ___,”

“No,” you say fast, standing from your seat in reflex “I-I can’t, Ron. I’m not ready yet,”

“How much longer should my brother wait, ___? It’s been almost a year,”

“I just—,”

“All I’m asking is for you to let him know your being,” he says fast, coming to you as he holds your shoulder “Please, do my family a favour, ___. He’s been a human with no soul for an awful period of time,”

You try to fight the tears that are forming on your eyes as you locking your eyes to Ron’s eyes. The plea on his orbs were screaming for your help. A help that a broken soul in doubt could provide for.

“I’ll think about it,”

You let out a nervous sigh as you arrived at your apparated destination. The grip on your small purse tightened as you take a few steps closer to the store. The store that once were the only beating heart of Diagon Alley is now as dim as the light in your life.

It hurts to know that you’re partly in fault for it.

Arriving at its front door, you open it ever so carefully as if it was as fragile as your broken heart. Coming to the store, as ironic as it is, in a way feels like entering the soul you tried to steer clear of.There would be no coming back to what you’re approaching to and you can’t ignore the loud thumping of your heart over it. Yet in a way, you know that this is the right thing to do.

“George?”

“I’m sorry but the store is—,” he appears from behind the stairs, looking rather rumpled as if he hasn’t taken nap in years “Closed,”

“I-I was wondering if I could get some pucking pastiles,” you say nervously with a mere smile “I notice the blinds are down but— I’m willing to pay twice the price,”

Without a word, he storms to you for a hug. The embrace feels as if it could tie all your broken pieces together, just the right thing you’ve been longing for all these times. His body heat, his protective arms, hell— just the smell of his scent feels like it brought you back to life, awaken your long asleep soul back.

“You’re alive,”

“I’m alive,”

“You’re here,”

You laugh softly, “I’m here,”

“You’re alive,”

Your hands eventually find their way to return the hug. The least you could do is to try and glue back the shattered pieces of his soul. You could only hope that your hug would do just the same magic as his.

“I can’t believe you’re here,”

You reply with a smile, taking a sip of your hot tea.

“I’m just so glad that you’re alive,”

“George,” you call his name, feeling like it’s time for him to know the truth “I’m really sorry but— When the battle was over, I didn’t come and see you because I thought— I was wounded. I lost everyone and—,”

“it’s fine, ___. We were all wounded,” he replies with a bitter smile “I thought I’ve lost you too,”

You could see the pain he’s been trying to live out of. It was evident from the thick dark undereye and how gloomy his face is. His smile doesn’t even reach his eyes, they don’t show the wrinkles you love seeing. His voice sounds so fragile like speaking actually hurts his body.

The shop looks very dusty and dark. It might be the only shop left in Diagon Alley that hasn’t been open yet. Everyone is already on their journey to raise back from the devastation the war brought. But it’s no race. Everyone has their own recovery time.

“Do you think we can ever get over it?” you ask, staring at a picture of the Weasley twins “Do you think we can live with his ghost?”

George forces a smile, “He loves you. I don’t think he would want to see you broken for a long time,”

“He loves you, too. You’re his twin,” you say “Fred would hate to see you crushed like this. He’d hate to see you bitter like this,”

“He would, wouldn’t he,” George smiles to himself before coming closer to you, holding your hand “I guess we’d just have to keep living for him, then,”

It has only been 2 days since the reopening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes yet the both of you had felt like you’ve been working for years with no rest. Children and pretty much everyone are welcoming the trick shop as it is the best gate-away to avert their minds from the pain. What could be better than Weasley’s little prank tricks, right?

You have been living in the shop, along with George, for a few months now. The both of you figured it would be best to keep each other close in order to find the will to move on. It was hard at first, seeing the resemblance of your passed boyfriend in George, yet it gave you all the more motivation, feeling like you didn’t lost him at all. Like you didn’t lost Fred at all.

George had made you feel comfortable under your own skin after the long period of sorrowful grieve. He’d treat you warmly, acting like the very friend you need. Sometimes you’d even feel too comfortable with his companies that the thought of Fred would fade in your mind.

“Cheers,” George says, lifting a glass of wine. The two of you are celebrating for the successful start of new life “For good life ahead,”

You smile, “For good life ahead,”

The shop becomes so quiet after all the chaos the day had brought. Ron had excused himself, saying that Hermione needs some assistance with their newborn baby. Sometimes it feels like the shop is too enormous for only two people living in it.

“Alright, we can’t have too much of this. Tomorrow would require another hard work, we need to rest,” George says as he places the wine bottle away “I’ll clean the dishes,”

Following George to the kitchen, you can’t help but to wonder how your life would’ve been if Fred was still here. You two would be living together, probably having your first child by now. He’d always talk about how he’d marry you after the war after all. You both were one of those conventional couples. Your ideas of happy ending would be marrying Fred and to have happy little red heads running around the backyard of your petite house.

You were drowned in your fantasy that you didn’t notice bumping into a plate. The loud sound of shattered glass snapped you like a lightning bolt, “Bloody hell,”

“Hey, I’ll clean it,” George comes fast, squatting down to help pick up the pieces “Are you hurt? Did it cut you anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckle softly at your silliness “Somethings just stay that way forever, don’t it? Me and my recklessness,”

George didn’t response. He kept silent. Something that he’d never done before— Not giving out childish goofy comments to your actions.

When you turn your face up, you notice how close his face was to yours. The dimmed light from the fireplace lit his face, highlighting his facial features. His deep brown eyes are burning through your soul. His intense gazed made you flushed. The inside of you is turning upside down from the warmth of his breath.

This is not right.

Softly, George leans in and seals your lips with his. He was gentle but bold at the same time. Like he fear to scare you but still wanting to give a statement. The kiss was very velvety, delightful. So sweet it would give you diabetes.

“Fuck,” he curses as he pulls away “I shouldn’t have done that,”

The sudden change of his action and voice surprised you. He’s right, he shouldn’t have done that. But there really is no reason to overreact. You both were just too drowned in the moment.

Right..?

“I’m sorry, that was a mistake,” he sates, running his hands through his hair in despair “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I just— I’m sorry,”

His tone changes fast to wrath and despair. Never in your life time had you seen him in this state. George wasn’t one to burst out and spat all dirty words in anger. But it is what you’re witnessing right now and you have no idea how to calm him.

“George, it’s okay,” you try to calm him, afraid to say wrong words “It was a mistake, it’s alright,”

“No it’s not! It’s not alright! I kissed you, ___!”

“I know, but it’s okay, we didn’t really mean it. It’s alright,”

He shook his head, “It was a mistake. Having you here is a mistake,”

You were taken aback. How is it your fault now? You both settled to live in together to help each other move on. Hell, he was the one to beg for you to move in. And you were sure it wasn’t you who leaned in for a kiss. How is this your fault in anyway?

“It’s not right,” George says once more “I shouldn’t have done that,”

And with that, he stormed out of the room.

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HI

So I think I need to start writing again. Send me messages for prompt and oneshot requests!!

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i find it funny that i have followers like are you aware im a loser

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this gives me enormous fremione feelings..

Fred:“Hey Y/N wake up”

Y/N woke up at voice she was hearing.

Y/N:”..what?”

F:”I made you some breakfast” he puts the table on the top of you as you get up.

Y/N:” Oh thank you. you didn’t need to” 

F:”But i wanted to.” 

He starts laughing becausethere’s cream all over your mouth after eating pancakes. 

F:”Let me clean that.” He leans closer to you and put his lips to yours an licking same time cream with his tongue. That tickles you so you just start laughing. After that Fred starts to tickle you which make you fall back to the bed. You don’t even notice the plate falling over because you are having big tickling war. 

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12:00am, July 26th. happy birthday to me.