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chaosreadingnerd · 1 month ago

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good morning

spencer reid x bau!reader

summary: garcia visits reid's apartment only to find a surprise waiting for her...

word count: 1.3k

contains: mentions of typical cm gore (blood), reader and reid secretly dating!, reader sleeping in the same bed as reid, garcia pov!

Penelope Garcia climbed the stairs leading to Spencer’s apartment, hot pink heels clacking against the wood as she unceremoniously clutched a humidifier in her arms.

Three weeks ago, she had this god-awful cold– the kind where you can’t do anything to help yourself but lay down, but even that’s miserable because your nose is so stuffed you can’t breathe when your head isn’t elevated– hence the humidifier. Spencer had been so gracious in lending her the machine when he learned she didn’t have one herself. That had been three weeks ago. A handful of cases later, Penelope had gotten home from the office to find that hey– I don’t own this humidifier, what’s it doing he– and called Spencer to say she would deliver it back to his apartment on Saturday morning.

Reaching his door, she let out a huff of air through her mouth, knocking on the wood before straightening her dress with polished nails. Realizing the cord of the humidifier had been dangling behind her the entire way up, she scrambled to wind it around her hand, muttering under her breath, oh god, I hope I haven’t broken anything, it’s bad enough I forgot to give it back and– why hasn’t Spencer opened the door yet?

If there’s anything Penelope Garcia knew about Spencer Reid, it’s that he’s not the kind of person to forget anything. Literally. It was more likely of him to engrave it into his mind than to forget it. So he knew she would be coming. And Penelope would assume Spencer definitely has some kind of freaky second-by-second schedule that probably starts early in the morning.

Knocking a second time, Penelope checked her cell for the time– 10:47. Okay, Spencer should definitely be awake.

“Spencer? Are you in there?”

She cautiously put her head to the door in hopes of hearing him call out just a sec or something else reassuring, but was met with zero signs of life. In a moment of worry, Penelope tried the doorknob only to find that– shit, it worked.

Any worry in Penelope’s mind that had existed that nanosecond before then was quickly surmounted by a wave of gut-wrenching fear. The doorknob shouldn’t have worked, why did it work? As if keeping your front door locked wasn’t already plain common sense, any member of the BAU would know it best as a rule of thumb. Always, always, always lock the door. Spencer, of all people, should be aware of that. Why is his door open??

Penelope, in a brief window of thought, took a deep breath. Woah, woah. Check it out before you sound the alarms and call the team. He could just be crashed out on the couch. Crashed out because an unsub came and killed him in the middle of the night, all bloody and gross and– the window of clear thought evaporated quickly. Still, somehow, Penelope found it in her to take another deep breath before pushing the door open slowly, entering the threshold of Spencer’s apartment with a tremble in her step.

“Hello? Anyone home?” She tried for a friendly tone, but met with a shaky, crackling whimper that did not at all sound normal.

She looked around, praying that if any profiler-ness had rubbed off on her, it would show itself. Nothing looked out of place, Spencer’s jacket in the closet to her right, the shoe rack right next to it decorated with shoes, converse, heels, dress shoes. Spencer’s place was relatively neat as a pin, the only sign that it had been lived in being the disheveled stack of books beside the couch, which is typical Reid, Penelope thought. So where’s boy-genius at?

A quick scan through the kitchen showed no sign of him either as she abandoned the humidifier on the table before running her eyes through the open bathroom door to show another empty room.

Tip-toeing her way down the hall, Penelope audibly gulped, mentally preparing herself to dial Derek’s number for when she found Spencer’s body bloodied up in the sheets of his own bed. Taking one last deep breath, she pushed open the bedroom door.

The heap of blankets on the bed definitely covered a body. But it almost looked large and deformed with limbs sticking out where they shouldn’t be. Penelope frowned as she slowly stepped forward– she knows Spencer’s hair pretty well she would say, I mean, it’s always changing styles, but I didn’t think it looked like that, and–

Oh. Shit.

Penelope slapped a hand to her mouth to stifle the noise that she knew would come out, but no noise did, just a choked gasp and the sound of her stomach backflipping. Still, as panicked as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to look away.

Yeah, Spencer was there. In his bed. Sleeping. Not bloodied up (thank god), but sleeping rather serenely for someone who was plagued with a career as daunting as his is. No, Spencer Reid was perfectly fine. Sleeping in his bed. Was it a coincidence that you happened to be sleeping in his bed too?

Penelope somehow got to her senses, reversing out of that room and promptly closing it. Starting to malfunction, she looked around, down at her hands, back to the door she had just shut, all while her mouth was agape. What?!

She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, almost convinced it was something her mind had conjured. Sure, she had seen Spencer with you at work all the time, and sure, she heard Derek teasing the two of you time and time again about when will you two start dating already? and watched you sit a little bit closer together in the conference room than everyone else was. No matter how harshly she rubbed, she could not get the picture out of her mind, convinced it would be burned there for the rest of time. Spencer, sleeping on his back, his head turned to the side and nose hiding against your forehead. You, sleeping on your side, your front pressed into his side and your back held soundly by his arm. The sheets ruffled around you, comfortable and warm and– Penelope felt like she was going to explode thinking about it any longer.

Barely remembering to be quiet, she stumbled out of the apartment, glancing at the same things she had when she walked in– the stack of books, the couch, the shoe rack, the heels–

The heels? She should’ve picked up on that! Spencer doesn’t wear heels!

She slammed the door shut behind her, heart racing somehow faster than it had been when she pushed it open.

She dashed down the stairs to jump into her car, only letting herself get to her senses when the key was in the ignition and her seatbelt was secured.

You. At Spencer’s apartment. No, you, sleeping in Spencer’s bed.

Penelope lips, regaining feeling from the jaw-dropped O it had been holding, quirked up in a little grin.

You two thought you could keep it a secret?

Not if she could help it.

Spencer woke up firstly to a hard bang somewhere in his apartment, secondly to your body jolting in response. Suddenly wide awake from a cozy slumber, he watched you blink your eyes in alarm before meeting his.

“What was that?” you asked, body starting to rise.

Spencer shook his head. “Stay here,” he muttered, pushing you down gently before pushing himself up.

He navigated his apartment stealthily, years of hunting unsubs welted to his bones like second nature. He listened carefully before rounding the corner. If anyone was here, they were nearly silent.

He looked over his shoulder, no one there.

“Well?” You materialized next to him, whispering.

“No one.” Spencer finalized, stepping into the kitchen with confusion etched into his brow. He looked as you moved to the door to check the main hallway outside his apartment.

What could’ve made that noise?

He turned to the table, his eyes landing on a humidifier, cord wrapped hastily around in a circle.

Oh, shit.

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chaosreadingnerd · 2 months ago

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SOME THINGS STAY.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤㅤ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ S. REID

SUMMARY ৎ୭ ever since spencer gave you that delicate little flower necklace, it’s barely left your neck. even when you're getting all dressed up for a fancy night out and it doesn't quite match, you’re not taking it off. it’s his gift—it’s special—and no way are you going anywhere without a piece of him close to your heart

WARNINGS ಇ. fluff— lots and lots of it, heart-eyes!spencer, emotional!spencer

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You’re standing in front of the full-length mirror, carefully adjusting the straps of your dress as your heels click softly on the hardwood floor. It’s elegant, timeless, the kind of dress that makes you feel like you’re starring in some classic black-and-white film—only with better lighting.

The zipper is just out of reach, and so, in a soft voice tinted with playful affection, you call out, “Spence, can you zip me up?”

From down the hall, you hear the soft rustle of fabric and the quick, familiar shuffle of socked feet on hardwood. Moments later, Spencer appears behind you, looking unfairly beautiful in his suit and slightly crooked tie, his hair falling a little messily over his forehead. He has his glasses on, which always makes your heart stutter for no good reason.

“I can do that,” he says gently, already stepping closer.

His fingers brush your back as he slowly pulls the zipper upward, the motion achingly careful—as though he’s handling fine lace or some kind of sacred treasure. Which, knowing him, you’re pretty sure he thinks you are.

Once the zipper’s secured, you expect him to pull away. But instead, his hands settle lightly on your waist, and his eyes catch on the chain around your neck. His brows knit together as he leans forward to inspect the pendant more closely.

“You’re wearing the necklace I gave you,” he says softly, a surprised note in his voice.

You glance down at it in the mirror. It’s a simple silver chain, holding a small glass orb with a tiny, pressed forget-me-not encased inside. The gift he gave you months ago—after one of those long, exhausting stretches where he was gone on a case for ten days straight. He had handed it to you, sheepishly, in the middle of your shared kitchen, mumbling something about permanence and flowers and how he hoped you’d like it.

“I am,” you say, your smile soft and content.

Spencer tilts his head. “But… it doesn’t quite go with the neckline. I mean, aesthetically speaking, it interrupts the visual line of the bodice, and—” He pauses, recognizing your expression of amusement in the mirror. “Sorry, I was rambling.”

You giggle under your breath. “A little.”

He clears his throat, his fingers gently brushing against the clasp at the back of your neck. “I could take it off for you. Just for tonight. I’ll put it somewhere safe, I promise.”

But you immediately shoo his hands away, your tone light but firm. “Nope.”

He blinks. “What do you mean ‘nope’?”

“I mean no.” You turn to face him now, reaching up to fix his slightly crooked tie. “You gave it to me. It’s yours. I’m not taking it off.”

Spencer stares at you, blinking slowly, like he’s trying to process the words but his brain short-circuited somewhere in the middle.

“I…” He exhales. “But it doesn’t match—”

“Still,” you interrupt gently, smoothing your hands over his lapels. “It’s my favorite thing. You picked it out. You remembered what flower I said I liked when we watched that documentary about botanical symbolism and how they used to mean secret messages.” Your eyes meet his, full of warmth. “It’s the most you thing I own. So yeah—obviously, I’m not taking it off. Ever.”

And that’s it. That’s the moment Spencer Reid absolutely melts into a puddle of goo on the bedroom floor. His eyes go glassy, his mouth opening just enough to say something—anything—but no words come out. Just a breath. A shaky, wonderstruck breath.

“You remembered I said that?” he murmurs, like he still can’t quite believe it.

“Of course I did. You’re you.”

He laughs, quiet and breathless, before pulling you into a gentle hug. His arms wrap around you tightly, almost like he’s afraid if he lets go, the moment might dissolve. “You’re unbelievable,” he whispers into your hair.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He chuckles, and you feel his lips press to the top of your head. “No. It’s the best thing.”

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Spencer walks into the bullpen looking like a man who just witnessed actual magic.

“Someone’s glowing,” Emily teases as he drops his bag by his desk. “Did the gala have an open bar or did your girlfriend finally admit she’s secretly a time traveler?”

“She wore the necklace I gave her,” Spencer says, completely unprompted. He’s not even looking at anyone. He just says it with this dazed little smile on his face.

“Oh?” JJ glances over. “The pressed flower one?”

“Yeah,” Spencer nods, adjusting his satchel strap unnecessarily. “It didn’t match her dress at all. Like, it was totally off. I offered to take it off for her, but she wouldn’t let me. She said…” He trails off for a moment, eyes unfocused, like he’s reliving it all over again. “She said it was my gift, so she’s never taking it off. Ever.”

There’s a collective pause around the bullpen.

And then—

“Awwwwwww!” comes in stereo from Garcia and JJ.

“God, that’s so disgustingly cute,” Emily says, sipping her coffee with a smirk. “How are you not married yet?”

“I love love,” Penelope declares, dramatically clutching her heart. “You’ve got the heart-eyes going so hard, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer just shrugs, a soft smile still pulling at his lips. “I guess I do.”

There’s a long pause. Then, almost absently, he adds: “I think I’m going to get her another one. One for every flower she’s ever told me about.”

And just like that, Penelope squeals and Garcia nearly falls off her chair.

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chaosreadingnerd · 2 months ago

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Wait for me?

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad);

Words: 1.6K

Autor notes: It's finally happening, it's finally the end!! <3 I loved making this story so much and I love my messy girl so much. If you have any questions or suggestions for new fics, my inbox is open. I don't know if I'll do them all, but I'll definitely read them all.

Synopsis: Angelina and Fred are tying the knot and suddenly Y/N has to face unresolved feelings for George, which is even worse considering she never told him they are soulmates. 9 days of partying are more like 9 days of torture, hopefully she will survive, only if he stops giving her a heart attack every five minutes.

I will - Epilogue

“I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love.” -The vow

“Careful with your head!”

“Dont worry!-” Y/N didn't even have time to respond because she hit her head. “Ouch”

“You really should start listening to me! If you listened to me back in Hogwarts, you two would be married maybe even before me and Fred” Angie laughed as she helped her best friend get up.

“I know…but you’ll have all the time to brag about it after the wedding, now help me!”

Finally, the day the couple was waiting for finally came: The wedding. Young Y/N wouldn’t believe it.

After Angelina and Fred’s wedding they focused on making up for lost time -with after the wedding i mean almost after they said “i do”- and Y/N moved back in to the wizard world to live with George temporally in the second floor of his shop as Fred would move out to have his own home with Angie.

Y/N, surprising absolutely no one, was kinda anxious to live with him, some couples do realize they don’t belong together after fighting because one of them didn’t wash the dishes or left wet towels on bed, but after some days, she realised that if you’re with the right person, she would do her best to make their home your home to, and you, naturally, would do the same, and George definitely is the right person.

So, it wasn’t really a surprise when he proposed a year ago in their home. They were having a quiet and romantic night, he made dinner and for dessert he gave her a pack of jelly beans. Most would think this was kind of off putting, but, they were her favourites and were an important part of their history. So, when she put the first jellybean in her mouth it turned into an engagement ring. He almost killed his wife before even marrying her not gonna lie, but she found it endearing.

His mother pulled his ear because of that, but those are other details

Which leads us to today: The big day. Everything was going perfectly…almost. The wedding is being held at her childhood home, a small wedding just like she wanted, with only their close friend and family present, the buffet and decorations also were just like their taste and the wedding dress…oh the wedding dress, absolutely breathtaking. The day was going perfectly fine, only if Y/N could find her damn engagement ring.

“Are you really sure it’s not in your room? Do you wanna look there again?”

“I don’t think so, I think it is somewhere around the house because I passed by there doing some housework…but i did go to the garden too, do you think is there?!”

“I think we need to divide and conquer. You look inside and I'll take a look outside, okay? That way you don't run the risk of getting dirt on yourself”

“Okay!”

“So I'll take a look and if I don't find anything there I'll tell you, good luck!” Angie walked fast out of the room, so as not to raise suspicions and not to waste time. And as soon as she walked out, Y/N once again fell into anxiety. Everything was indeed not fine.

The L/N’s household wasn’t that big, so it shouldn’t be that hard finding it, but there’s a problem: Y/N cannot under any circumstances come face to face with George, and she has a habit of doing that. After so long together she still had put a bell on him, and he mastered the ability in surprising her.

She has two hours until the ceremony starts and she still has to put her wedding dress on, so finding the ring without being seen by George? Easy peasy... it needs to be easy peasy.

Without wasting any more time Y/N retraced her steps from earlier today, passed through the kitchen, where she talked to the steak people, passed by her younger brother's room, she tried to convince him to take the rings and it worked, her parents' room, she had an emotional conversation with them in which tears rolled, and the living room, every bride deserves to faint for five minutes on the couch after sorting out so many things, she used this bonus too soon.

She checked almost all the rooms in her list, all that was left was for her to check was her parent’s room and the living room, with almost only with an hour and a half left for her search, she ran to the nearest room, her parents' room, without worrying too much about looking like a crazy person to the guests, after all she has bigger problems than that. The only thing that made her stop was a red blur passing through the hallway, which stopped as soon as she hid behind the nearest wall.

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Molly Weasley asked and she finally could breathe again.

Still dizzy from the fright, she came out of the wall where she was hiding, still catching her breath.

“Hi! I’m fine. I saw the red hair and for a minute thought it was Geoge!” The older woman laughed, making her smile.

“It's bad luck for a spouse to see the other before the wedding, do you want me to keep an eye on him until then, dear? If he's close to you, I'll let you know.”

“Don’t worry about it, let him be. I’ll soon be back to my room to finish getting dressed up, i just need to find something first”

“What happened”

“I just need to lost something, don’t worry about it”

The woman looked at her with a suspicious expression.

“If you say so, but if you need anything, especially if you want me to keep an eye on George, tell me. We’re family now”

It was strange when they got together, It was as if everything and nothing had changed at the same time. His family has always been nice to her, but after they got together it was like they’d go out of their way to be nice to her. It’s a good feeling.

“Thanks, I'm grateful for being so welcomed in the family. When you marry someone, not only you got to be in your special someone life, but got a whole new family in the package, i’m glad his family is this nice”

“You’re really sweet, Y/N. We’re glad to have you in the family” Molly gave her a hug “Now, I won't hold you back any longer, I'll see you later”

Now back to the hunt. There’s only one more place this ring can be or else she’ll have to do the ceremony without it.

So she ran.

Without wasting time she reached the living room, where she finally found it! Well, she saw it on the ground a few meters ahead shining on the ground, but before she could reach for it she met with a redhead blur kneeling on the ground and catching it before her, but her last encounter with Molly eased her nerves.

Then she actually stopped to realize who it was. Oh no.

George was in his tux -Y/N tried to not pay attention to it, bad luck and all, but she couldn’t help noticing how handsome he was in it-, now standing and looking at the ring. George noticed her standing there beside him, but before she could really see her, she hid behind the wall, sticking her back to it. George couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you wanna tell me about it?” he said in a good-humored tone

“...No, Babe?” she heard his footsteps approaching and protested “George, you can’t see me before the wedding!”

“Very unfair of you since I'm sure you saw me, but I'll let you win this one, but don't get used to it”

“I fear you have a soft spot for me Georgie, i have the theory that you had for a while”

“Phew I'm glad you noticed, it would have been weird if we had gotten married without you knowing about it.” Y/N laughed out loud “Jokes aside, I just want to be close to my fiance”

“Fiance…I like the sound of that, but i like wife more””

“Right? Husband has a ring to it. Especially Y/N’s husband”

“Ugh you’re such a sap…i love you”

“I love you too. Now, dear wife-to-be,-” He reached out his hand with the engagement ring through the door without looking at her. “I think you lost this”

“Thanks, Babe” The ring is finally back in her possession.

“...Do you wanna run away from this wedding?” Y/N didn’t need to see his face to know he has a grim on his face

“Hm…We didn’t get the chance at Angie and Fred’s wedding, maybe we should run away now. But only after the vow.”

“Your request is my command, my love. I'm already fine if I can have your kisses”

“You say it like you haven't stressed out half the staff over the menu.” She joked making him laugh

“Only the best for one of the best days of our lives, right? Although every day is the best with you”

“Own… I really need to upper my flirt game”

“I can flirt for both of us, Love. You love me so literally that I never questioned it, you swooned me over that way”

“I was already yours, but i’m really glad i’ll be called your wife, George”

“No wedding day jitters?”

“Been ready even before we started dating” Y/N took a look at a nearby cock. She really needs to put her dress on. “I need to go now, i need to finish getting ready”

“See you at the altar?”

“I’ll be the one in white.” She smiled “Wait for me there?”

“I will”

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chaosreadingnerd · 2 months ago

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Wait for me?

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad); Kisses (lots of them)

Words: 3.1K

Autor notes: Finally the chapter i've been waiting for :) The serie is finally coming to an end and i'm so proud of how it turned out. OBS: i'll try sunday to post the epilogue

Take a chance on me - 08

“We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet. I mean, what does any one life mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things, all of it, all the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed because I will be your witness.” – Shall We Dance

“Y/N, are you good? I can hear you breathing from the other side of the room” Leah asked from the other side of the room where she was making sure her hair was in place in front of one of the many mirrors who were taken there, taking Y/N by surprise

“I’m fine!” She unintentionally shouted, earning the stares of the other women in the room. “Sorry, i-i’m fine”

“Smooth” Katie, who was beside her, muttered. Y/N glared at her.

Y/N was indeed not fine. When she read the note she freaked out, besides, "freaked out" doesn't exactly describe everything she felt and what happened in that room. To a better understanding, let’s say she went through the five stages of grief.

Denial: She stood there looking at the note for a solid five minutes, maybe it all was a damn big joke, maybe in any second George would open that door laughing about his prank. The problem is that he’d never prank her. theory nullified.

Anger: Not at him, not at the note, but at herself. She threw the note aside and jumped back in bed, thinking about how stupid she was for drinking that much in one single night. Really, she should’ve taken better care of herself and she wouldn’t be wondering what the hell she said last night.

Bargaining: Gaining new hope she stood up once again, because she had a bride to help and because maybe she got it all wrong, maybe she didn’t sleep all out to him last night, she wasn’t a really talkative drunk, maybe that’s just her anxiety. That string of hope was short lived.

Depression: Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space as if her soul had left her body, and maybe it had because she hadn't blinked for a long time. Katie was starting to get worried. She stared at the note on the floor as if it were his fault, and it kind of was...well, 50% of it was the note’s fault, the rest was hers.

Acceptance: Looking at the note on the floor her eyes jumped to something else. She hadn't paid attention to the affection in the note, too busy worrying about things she said or didn't say, he didn't seem angry...so if she really did say what she feared she did, maybe everything would be fine, but now she had a fiancée to help, her time for being crazy was over.

And that’s how she felt that deep loss, the loss of her dignity and self love. Rest in peace.

With a lot of inner strength -and a lot of Katie’s help- she came out of their room and faced a room full of life and bridesmaids.

Apparently Angelina's parents gave up their room so she could have her own area for getting ready as a bride. They took out the bed, took some mirrors that were stored away, some tables and chairs and organized this makeshift dressing room and a Bride’s daydream.

Taking deep breaths, and trying to keep calm, Y/N turned her attention back to her appearance. The bridesmaids dresses were so beautiful, the layers of linen made the bridesmaids practically float as they walked, nothing compared to Angie's dress which was simply stunning, but the bride made sure her friends also shone on her special day. She was starting to feel calm and at peace again, then Katie kicked her shin.

“What?!” She whispered-yelled, already knowing what Katie probably wanted to talk about

“What are you gonna do about it? You’ll tell him the truth, right?”

“I mean, I think, eventually…I guess. But not now, today we have an wedding to help”

“That's the worst excuse you could have come up with”

“What?! I’m not making up excuses, you know that’s the truth”

“I know the truth! The truth is that you two have been dancing around each other for so long that you bolted from your feelings for even more time, that i know. And i know that if you don’t take this chance, inusited chance, i know, but still a chance, and tell him all of your feelings, especially after yesterday-”

“What happened yesterday?” They screamed as Angelina -the bride who needs bridesmaids and definitely shouldn’t be giving them heart attacks- scared the shit out of the duo.

“Are you crazy?! Don’t scare us like that! You shouldn’t be getting dressed up now? You’re still in your robes!” Y/N complained, placing her hands on her racing heart.

“I am getting dressed up, but gossip is more important!” Angie took a nearby chair and took a seat next to them “What happened yesterday?”

“That’s the problem, I don't know!” Y/N sighed and hid her face in her hands in defeat, leaving Angie looking confused

“Yesterday, after getting drunk as hell, Georgie helped she get home”

“I remember that, he came to help us with Fred”

“Yes, and today she woke up to a note, which implied that she said something, and now she's freaking out”

“I have a lot to lose here, okay?!” She got her face up “I remember everything we did last night, i just can’t remember what the hell i said!”

“What are you really worried about? You already know about the crush he has on you since Hogwarts, and i noticed you two got really close”

Y/N looked down at her hands while sighing, she hated being the center of attention, especially today when she definitely wasn’t supposed to be the center of attention, but she can’t help but feel conflicted about everything, all signs pointed that everything would be fine with George, but that not knowing is what get her pants in a twists, what if she screwed everything last night and George was just trying to be nice in the note?

“Angie, that’s not the time, it’s your wedding! We should be pampering you now and you should be putting your wedding dress on”

“Y/N” Angie’s stern voice made her look up “You’re my best friend, wedding or not, it doesn’t matter the occasion, i’m gonna care about you and nothing will ever change that, so you better tell me everything that's keeping your mind so damn busy or i’m gonna beat your ass” Angie smiled

“I…I’m scared that i’ve lost my chance, that when i tell him the truth he’ll dump my sorry ass because i was to late, we had a talk about this, about his soulmate being to late and how he would wait forever for her, well, me, but i don’t know, i don’t want to let him down and i’m scared of telling the truth”

Angelina nods, taking in all the information and understanding it.

“Did I ever tell you about the day I figured out Fred was my soulmate?”

“Yeah? You told me the morning after, something about how right it felt, like just a confirmation of something you already knew”

“I was lying….kinda, the night i got the same soulmate mark as him i also freaked out, i mean, it is big news, it would be weird not to freak out. All these feelings of insecurity, i felt it too, of course not all of them because i luckily didn’t have a Natasha to screw everything up”

“But you were always so confident! It always felt right, seeing you two together, I mean. When you said you were his soulmate it appeared as if you were stating the obvious” Y/N stated confused.

“I know, fake it till you make it right? But it wasn’t really like this, specially telling him the truth, he was always so easy going with the girls, i always got kinda jealous, but we had nothing, so it didn’t matter to me, and after the mark it felt weird, like a different kind of jealousy, what if he didn’t think i was good enough?” Angie took Y/N’s hands in hers “But i didn’t let these wee stupid thoughts stop me though, and i told him, and i’m so happy that i told him because we’re here now, and if i didn’t let it all out i would spend my whole life wondering what if. I can’t promise you everything will be good forever, but I can promise we’ll be here in all possibilities, okay? Even if it all goes wrong, and I promise he is hella crazy about you!”

“Right?! I remember back then how every time we spent time together, as a group, he would be all heart eyes at you, and you’ve seen it that night at dinner, even Fred knows!” Katie smiled trying to cheer up her friend, earning a giggle from Y/N

“It feels so weird having you guys cheer me up on Angie's wedding day, that should be me and Katie’s function! I’m sorry for being so dramatic”

“Honey, i’m 100% me and Fred are forever, i think you need this talk more than me” Y/N rolled her eyes “Y/N, i know you’ll never forgive yourself if you let this man walk out of this house not knowing everything, not knowing that you love him, you better do it before going home! So what’s the verdict? What are you gonna do?”

Angelina was right, after two years she did not get over him, and now she knows for sure this will never happen, and after everything, she will be a coward and a dumbass if she lets him go now, especially knowing that there’s a chance that he wasn’t just being considerate in the note, that he actually is so damn in love with her too that he will accept her apology for being the biggest dummy in the centurie. So that’s what she's gonna do, she will tell him before she starts to feel anxious again!

“I will tell him!” Y/N got up from her seat in a blink “I will not let this chance go”

“That’s the spirit! But you’ll do this now? like, in this instant?!” Katie looked at her like she went crazy once again “What about the wedding?!”

“I…!” she got a little discouraged “I guess i can tell him after the ceremony, but not a minute after that then!” She smiled

“No!” Angie intervened “You’ll tell him now and you’ll be back in twenty minutes, got it?”

“It’s okay, I'll tell him later, let’s get you your wedding dress!”

“You’ve helped enough already, if letting you go for a little means finally, after years and years of yearning, you two will get together, so be it! Especially cuz i’ll finally be able to say ‘i told you so’” Angelina smiled “Go get your guy”

And with that Y/N ran, this time not away, but in George’s direction.

The groom's parents, like the Johnsons, also gave up their bedroom to make a swap room for the groom and his groomsmen. Which is really sweet, and Y/N really liked the idea, but she would have liked the idea better if the bedroom wasn't on the other side of the freaking house. Only twenty minutes to run to the other side of the house and look for George, all this without messing up her hairstyle.

But her love is on the line. If going through all this, not just today's blunders, but all the obstacles she faced up until now, meant she could be with him, she wouldn't want it any other way.

And so she ran.

Now standing in front of the man’s dressroom, she didn’t feel her usual anxiety holding her back, but the necessity of making things right. Maybe it’s the adrenaline from running.

Knock knock

There is no turning back now.

Seeing the person who opened up the door, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, maybe luck was on her side, and so she smiled.

“George!”

“Hey, love. What are you doing here? Something happened?”

“Yes! well, no. Uh…can I talk to you for a minute? You’ll be back soon, i promise”

“Sure” he closed the door behind him and guided them to a corridor nearby “Is it about the note?” He smiled. By the way, the butterflies in the stomach never go away, Y/N is sure they won't.

“I…yes…Where do I start?” She gave an embarrassed chuckle, looking everywhere but at him. “I thought about telling you this in so many ways, but now that I'm going to tell you it seems like I've forgotten everything, you have this effect on me”

George took one of her hands in his and the other he placed gently in her cheek, guiding her gaze back to him.

“Take your time, don’t worry about it”

“I don’t need more time, I just need you!” Y/N blurted out, taking the two of them by surprise. She could feel the blush in her cheeks, while his smile widened “Let me rephrase that! i…i don’t remember what i said to you yesterday, but i have the feeling i’ve told you the truth that day, and you deserve something better than a drunk confession,” She smiled at him, putting her free hand on his hand in her face. His eyes were wide open, full of surprise and hope “George, i’m your soulmate. I have been so head over heels for you for years and the day that i found out i have the same mark as you was on of the best days of my life, and i’m so so so sorry for running away, for not telling you earlier, for-”

George cut her confession with a kiss.

Y/N wasted no time, she stood there for a moment in shock and in the next she was putting her arms behind his neck and pulling him closer, and George, reciprocating the act, put his hands on her hips, also pulling her close. After all these years yearning, hoping and waiting for each other, close wasn’t close enough. She couldn't hold back her joy, -after all, she was too busy holding him- and smiled into the kiss.

When they broke the kiss, they both were breathless but so damn happy that they didn’t care.

“I couldn’t hold back, I'm sorry, I waited so long for you, for us, for this, especially for this.”

“Don’t be sorry”

“If you say so, Love” He kissed her cheek “I…sorry, let me just” Once again he gave her a kiss, a quicker one this time. “I have loved you for so long. I’m not gonna lie, I was crushed thinking you weren’t my soulmate, nothing has ever felt so wrong. Then last year, when I saw you again at Angie and Fred’s engagement party, you were so pretty in your dress and I got to look at your shoulder, you soulmate…no, our soulmate mark, I was the happiest man on earth. So this wedding, this felt like my only chance to really show you how i fell, show you how stupidly in love i am with you”

“You showed it pretty clearly, i think i’m just kind of dense with these things”

“I guess i have to show you my love clearer then, don’t worry” Now Y/N took his hands, a lovely dovey smile on her face.

“You’re perfect, i… Let me just tell you how sorry I am for not telling you sooner. Back then, Natasha and her friend used to make fun of me for everything, and at some point I started believing them, but don’t worry! I’m getting over it, today i’m way better than i was before, i healed a lot, and i don't want you to think i’m making up excuses for not telling you sooner, i just don’t want you to think i didn’t told you then because i didn’t love you that much, cuz i did, and i love you so much more now, i don’t think i’m capable of loving you any less. You’re just that lovable.”

“It’s great to hear that, and, if i’m that loveable,-” He gave the palms of her hands a kiss each “You’re just as loveable, and i’ll love to spend the rest of our days reminding you of that. And don’t be sorry for making me wait, like i said, i’d wait forever for you, you1’re the most kind, smart, beautiful and loveable soul i have ever meet, you’re worth it”

How could such a good guy be her soulmate? What did Y/N do to deserve this blessing? She really won the soulmate lottery.

Not holding herself back anymore, she took his face in her hands, seeing his lovely smile and eyes full of love, she couldn’t believe how she didn’t notice before the way he looked at her with so much affection.

So, needing to release this burst of joy, she covered his face with kisses, making him laugh out loud.

“Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?” He asked between laughs and kisses.

“Making up for lost time? I don't know, you just make me so happy. Since I have to be tied to someone forever, I'm glad it's with you”

“Well, if that's what my soulmate wants, that's what she'll get.” He moved away a little, probably wanting to sound flirty, but the way his entire face was covered in lipstick made her laugh out loud “What?”

“Nothing, I really have to go back to the bride’s room to help her now,” She said, unable to stop laughing as she tried to clean up some of the stains. “But you should really check yourself in a mirror before the wedding”

“Kiss marks? I can live with that. Now everyone will know I found my soulmate.”

“George!” She tried harder to wipe the stains as he tried to get free “C’mon!”

He stopped her complaints with a kiss, getting her guard down. The perfect plan to escape.

“See ya at the wedding, Love!” He ran away leaving her shocked

“George!”

Literally a match made in heaven, all these dead end streets lead Y/N straight to him. She’s just really glad he chose to wait for her.

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chaosreadingnerd · 2 months ago

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Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad); Drunk reader (not during the whole chapter)

Words: 4.3K

Autor notes: i was sooooo anxious to post this chapter, since the first drafts of the fanfic, this is the chapter I've been most anxious to write. My girl is so messy and i love her for it.

Lay all your love on me - 07

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” -Pride and prejudice

“Do you think we’ll have to stay up this long tomorrow? My feet are hurting and i’m in sneakers, imagine in high heels” Katie whispered behind Y/N on the line of couples of bridesmaids while leaning on her partner to fix her shoes.

“Weddings tend to fo that” George whispered back and Y/N failed in trying to hide her laugh

“Don’t be rude! Y/N, don’t let him be rude to me”

“George, don’t be rude to Katie” she pretended to scold him.

“Love, she needs to learn to take a joke”

“Hm…i guess you’re right” Y/N pretended to think about it, receiving an eye roll from her friend, who looked annoyed but still smiled.

“You’re ridiculous”

“I know” Y/N smiled “But answering your question, i don’t think it will take this long, last i heard Angie was talking to the pianist with Fred and sorting out the timing”

The big day is finally tomorrow and the house mess is shining in it’s glory. Semans like the project is finally taking shape and what once seemed like a dream is really turning into reality and her best friend is getting married tomorrow.

Angelina always had good taste but for the wedding she took it to the next level. The ceremony will be held in the front yard, with roses, marigolds and daisies giving the off-white decorations color, literally the pride and joy of Gryffindor

Today may not be the day but is also special, today they’re having the rehearsal dinner, exclusive to for the closest people and active participants in the wedding, all of the other guests are sorting last minute details, like dresses for tomorrow and gifts, some are even touristing, after all, most people will travel back home the morning after the wedding and the wedding day will be too busy to explore the town nearby. So, apart from the people who are decorating, the house is theirs today.

A smiley Angelina approached the line. She looked radiant.

“We’re starting at five. The rhythm is simple, wait 3 beats and the next pair comes in, ok?”

“Sure, now go to the end of the line, the groom cannot see you in white!” She rushed her friend, who laughed

“First: I'm not wearing white, and second: It's just the rehearsal”

“By the way you’re smiling ear to ear it’s almost the same thing!” Angie laughed “Now shoo shoo, the pianist will start soon”

Angie’s smile seemed to grow even more as she rushed to the end of the line, and, as soon as she got there the song started. Just like that, pair by pair walked to the altar where Fred and the ceremonialist waited and positioned themselves around the altar, resembling a Greek arena.

“Do you like wedding superstitions? Like that thing about the groom not seeing the bride in white before the wedding?” George whispered to her while they got there. As best man and maid of honor, they were the ones who led the line

“You don’t? I truly believe if the groom sees the bride in white their wedding will fall apart, this happened to one of my cousins, ya know? You can’t even spend the night before the wedding together”

“Will you leave your poor husband lonely? How can he even survive the night without you?”

“I'm cherishing our marriage, he will be fine”

“I surely wouldn't be fine without you” She couldn’t see his face as they watched Angelina walk in Fred’s direction, but she could swear he was smiling.

It’s strange seeing your best friend get married, like seeing the girl who shared cookies, blankets and games with you when you were 11 swear her forever to a lucky guy, it’s almost like nostalgia, but better, because you’re so damn happy for her that you also wish to see their happy future.

It is indescribable this feeling of happiness to see the happiness of someone else, someone who has been by your side your whole life.

As the ceremonialist started talking about the couple’s journey, Y/N remembered their Hogwarts days, the sneaky glances, Angie's "outbursts" every time he was forward, the way he was a goofball trying to make her laugh -he's still a goofball to her, and tomorrow will be forever-, their first date and how they were so nervous around each other even thought they were almost a couple. When she wasn’t busy surviving homework and Natasha or being all heart eyes with George, she liked noticing the development of their relationship, Fred really does make Angie happy.

“I really love weddings. Look how happy they are!” Y/N whispered to George

“I remember when he decided to propose. He was freaking out, like they weren’t acting like a married couple from day one.”

“Right? But i’m glad it’s finally happening to them”

“Me too, and who knows, maybe you’ll be the next bride…” she smiled and rolled her eyes

“Well, maybe you’ll be the next broom”

George was counting on it, that is, if she is the next bride.

Soon the rehearsal was coming to an end and the master of ceremonies announced the vows

“Fred Weasley, do you swear to love and cherish Angelina for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” The ceremonialist turned his attention to Fred.

“I do” He smiled at his bride-to-be, taking her hands in his.

“And Angelina, do you swear to love and respect Fred Weasley for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” He turned his attention to Angie

“I do”

“So I pronounce you husband and wife...well, tomorrow I’ll pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your not-wife and your not-husband”

The group laughed and clapped as Fred pulled Angie into a passionate kiss. The ceremony may not have been real—for now—but their love definitely is. Angelina whispered something in Fred’s ear, making him smile and give her a kiss on the cheek, and headed to where her best friend and brother-in-law were.

As soon as Angie got close, Y/N embraced her friend in a tight hug while smiling.

“I can’t believe it is finally happening, I'm so damn happy for you!”

“Right, I'm so anxious! Don’t forget tonight we’re going out, okay? The car will be waiting for us by 8pm”

“Don’t worry, I have already chosen a dress!”

“Great! I better be going then, i have to talk with my mom, Goodbye the, see you there! Bye, George!” She waved and headed back inside.

“Tonight is the bachelorette party, right? Where are you going?” George asked

“There’s a club in the town that Angie really likes, the DJ usually plays her favorite singer. What about you, Fred’s bachelorette is tonight too, right? I’m kind of scared to ask” She joked

“Nothing much, we plan to get wasted in every bar in town, i just hope Fred can make it to the wedding tomorrow” For a second Y/N though he was serious, but the smirk on his face gave it away. She bumped his shoulder while rolling her eyes.

“C’mon!”

“Okay okay, don’t be mad!” He laughed “We’re not doing much crazy, Fred wanted to actually be alive for his wedding, so we’re going to a friend’s bar, probably drink, play something, but nothing too crazy”

“You better, woe betide you if you make me worry about your madness!”

“You wound me, Love!” He faked being hurt “I guess I won't see you in a while, uh?”

“Yeah, probably just at the ceremony”

“Let’s make the most of our time then, right?” George smirked and offered his arm, which she gladly took.

“So, where are we going now?”

“Let’s just take a walk in the garden, probably not here though, the wedding people are getting things ready, let’s go…” he saw a small meadow further in the background “There!”

“Sure, We just can't take too long, I need to go back soon to get ready for the bachelorette party”

“Keeping you here with me…I don’t know, sounds tempting, Love” Y/N rolled her eyes while giggling

“I know! But I do like to dance from time to time, and socialize a little. I’m sure you guys will have fun”

“Not as much as I would have with you” With his other hand he held her hand that was on his arm, without taking her arm off his.

“You’re such a charmer”

“Only with you, Love”

Her heart raced at his words and the closeness, but lately, she's realized that she really likes this. Well, she really likes him, so it's to be expected. walking through the field, with him close to her like that, she remembered a conversation she had with him a while ago, a conversation about soulmates. A conversation that had gone unanswered.

After yesterday's revelations, the ones about George, but the one about Natasha too, Y/N is strangely calm, like she finally knows what to do. The problem is that what she needs to do isn’t an easy thing: She’s going to tell George that he is her soulmate. As usual, there’s a dilemma to this, and when there isn’t, right?

Y/N has know for years that George is her soulmate, and she has been in love with him for even longer, she even made an effort to hide her soulmate mark and up until now she has always said to anyone who asked that she did not find her soulmate, so how does she came up with the truth now, like “Hey, George…or must i say, Babe? Haha, you’re kind of my soulmate, yeah i’ve known it for years…Yes, i know you've been searching for her and did nothing to end your suffering…Wait, don’t run away!” Yeah, it wouldn’t end well.

Of course she had her reasons for staying away, in Hogwarts Natasha ended with any scrumbles of her self-esteem, then the war happened, leaving not only her life a mess but the whole word, and it takes time to fix something like that, then after that…well, after that she was a coward trying to find herself again, George didn’t deserve that.

She’s still struggling to think that she can be good for him, but these last few days changed, and not only her self-esteem, but the idea that, if George by any miracle decided that she is the love of his life, she isn’t gonna let this opportunity go to waste.

With all of that in mind, Y/N has a plan. Well, half of a plan, but she’ll eventually get there. She needs to prepare the ground. Approach him and say that she is his soulmate, even if that is the pure truth, it would be weird.

“George, I was thinking about something…”

“Dangerous”

“Oh, shut up!” she giggled “ We were talking the other day about our soulmates, remember? But you never gave me an answer” She looked hopefully at him

“You didn’t either”

“But I asked you first!”

“What? I asked you first!” He laughed at her nonsense while she got redder by minute. She cant me smooth to save her life

“But that was yesterday!”

“Okay, Love. You know about my soft spot for you, I'll let you win this one.” He gave her a flirty smile and kissed the hand he was holding. “I think i have found her”

What?!

Y/N tried her best to not look like a deer caught in headlights. Keyword: Trying.

“W-what? Really?”

“Really, i have a good guess about her”

The way he was looking at her was strange, but not in a bad way. How can someone hold so much affection in just one look? It's a weird feeling, capable of calming her nerves and, at the same time, making her heart beat faster.

“Have you told her? Does she know?” He smiled sweetly at her.

“I haven’t told her but she definitely knows…She’s a slippery one, y’a know? I don’t want to scare her away, so i’m willing to wait for her, give her all the time that she needs”

“I…is it worth it though? All this wasted time?”

“I would wait forever for her. I have already given her all of my days, I'm just waiting for her to notice that” Then George kissed her cheek like it was common, like if she wasn't on the verge of a heart attack. Her poor heart. “Let’s go back inside? We’re gonna be late”

Y/N definitely need to tell him the truth until the wedding is over.

The bar was way more crowded than George expected. Like way more, how does this little corner bar handle so many people? When Fred said they were going to Bob’s bar he imagined something more calm -ofcourse not that calm, or they would do something to spice it up a little if you know what i mean-, but it’s so crowded that if they weren’t friends with Bob and warned him beforehand they wouldn’t be able to have a seat or play snooker.

Not that any of this matters, he really tried to give the group and his brother his full attention, but his mind keeps wandering elsewhere.

The love of his life is this close to really being the love of his life. Yesterday night Fred has been gossiping about how George likes Y/N since Hogwarts, after dinner they fought about this, but nothing really serious, all in the name of brotherhood, however, it seems like something changed with her, like she’s more carefree…maybe even closer to confessing to him, but he prefers not to get too hopeful yet.

He is willing to wait for her, afterall

“Haha, pay it up!” Lee jordan laughed as he placed a 3 of clubs on the table, the zap of this round of truco.

“No shit!” Fred laughed in surprise and celebrated with his partner, earning complaints from George and Bob.

“3 four times in a roll?! You’re cheating!” Bob “Keep up like this and I'm kicking you out of my bar”

“C’mon, Bob, loosen up!” Lee gave Bob a side hug and laughed. “And, you, Loverboy,” He turned his attention to George “Pay attention to the game, you’re making your pair loose!”

“Sod off! You’re not that good, cheating even me!”

“Really? Now this I want to see!” Fred gathered the cards and passed them to Bob “It's Bob's turn to shuffle”

“Now I'll make sure nobody will cheat now.”

George sank into the bar chair, waiting for Bob to shuffle the cards when he saw a white figure through the window near them. The redhead ignored it, he must have seen things

Thud

George is definitely not seeing things, well, he saw something: an owl bumping into a closed window. He rushed to her rescue and took the letter that she carried and gave her a treat. The life of a wizard is like this: Carrying owl treats because at any moment one could appear -or crash- into your house. In this case: Bar.

The word letter is an exaggeration, it's hardly a note, given the size and the scrawl on it. All he could think about was who on earth would have such bad handwriting as he tried to decipher what on earth the note said.

Triiim Triiim

Then the phone behind the counter rang. George was close to the phone, so it was easy to hear him. The surprise is Bob, who was further away with the others at the table, heard him with all the noise in the bar.

Bob gave the deck to Lee and went to answer the phone.

“Hey, this is Bob's bar, how can I help you?....Oh hey!” he heard what the person on the other end of the line said and laughed out loud “Okay, i’ll send them to you girls. Good night, see you at the wedding!”

Bob returned to the table with the smile still on his face. George came closer to hear better.

“So apparently half of the bridesmaids, including the bride, are feeling sick, they couldn't hold it together, huh," he laughed. "Angelina just called me asking for backup from the groomsmen."

“I’ll let the others know, you can go first, Fred. See how Angie is.”

“Thanks man, i better get going then”

“Wait, i’ll go too!” George rushed to Fred’s side before he could leave.

“Loverboy is eager to see someone!” Fred smirked

“C’mon!” George rushed Fred out of the bar and into the nearby alley, and then the two of them recited a teleportation spell.

“Hey, thanks for coming!” Angelina hugged Fred as soon as they showed up at the club the girls were at.

“I was worried about you, Lee stayed back to let the other know, soon the’ll be here”

George stayed behind in an attempt to give the couple space, but mainly to look for Y/N at the club, which became an almost impossible task due to the loud music, absurd amount of people, and the confusion of lights. Angelina, noticing his wandering eyes, decided to help.

If she is not the maid of honor at their wedding she's gonna lose it.

“Last i seen in she was nearby the bathroom in the back, I told her to get some water while I waited for you guys up front”

“Thanks, Angie!”

George runed, or tried to run, between the sea of people in search of Y/N when he saw her. Sitting in a booth all alone, looking sad while sipping her water. He took a seat beside her.

“Hey pretty girl, why are you so sad?”

“Babe!” her face suddenly lit up “I’m sooo happy you’re here. I asked Angie to call you but she said she couldn’t because you don’t have a phone” she pouted “I need to buy you a phone, what if i miss you and you are faaar faaar away”

Oh she’s drunk drunk

“I guess i’ll have to stick to your side then,” she giggled “How much did you drink, Love?”

“Just a weeeee bit” He believed none of that.

“Sure, wanna get out of here though? I’m tired, do you want to walk me back home?”

Y/N’s smile grow

“I do! Let’s go, Georgie” He stood up, gave her space to follow him, then when she tried to stay up, her legs gave up. Before she could fall, he helped her up.

“Careful! Are you okay?”

“Hm…I'm fine, you’re my hero!” He rolled his eyes with a smile

“I hope so, Love. It seems like you’re falling for me” He joked. A really bad joke.

“I can’t fall for you, Georgie. I already fell a long time ago”

Georgie could feel his heart beating faster and the blush in his cheeks.

“You’re so forward when you’re drunk, stay still for a second,” he turned and lowered himself with his back to her "Climb on top of me, we'll take the long way home while you sober up".

Without thinking twice, Y/N climbed on his back and he carried her on his piggyback to where Angie was, to let her know that they were leaving, but since he didn't see her, he described her to the bartender and asked him to give her the message.

As soon as they stepped out, the cold air hit them, making Y/N hug him a little tighter. Maybe that would be enough to sober her up.

“How did you know that I needed you?” She mumbled against his shoulder

“I have a sixth sense to you”

“Oh, shut up!” She laughed

“Angie called to the bar, as soon as i heard what was happening i came running to you”

“Own…you are really sweet, did you know that?”

“You’re sweeter, you deserve all the care in the word”

“I don’t need all the care in the word…just yours”

Here it goes again, his stupid heart

“You’re funny when you’re drunk”

“I mean that!” She looked offended and he almost regretted his comment “I always loved how you took care of me, always looking out for me, not in a condescending way, but in the most loving and sweet way. One of the reasons I fell in love with you…”

“What?” His heart raced and he lifted her off his back. He needed to look her in the eyes now, needed to be certain that this wasn't just drunk talk, and something in her told him it wasn't.

“It’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you…” She put her arms around his neck, pulling them closer “Another is your handsome looks, not gonna lie,” He laughed “But how you’re so funny and sweet, yeah….these are the reasons, i can’t describe how much it made me happy knowing you liked me back in Hogwarts, my heart was threatening to jump out of my chest, have mercy on me!”

George's smile was so wide it hurt his cheeks.

“Now you know the effect you have on me, love!”

“No no no…i’m pretty sure i like you waaay more. I wish you were in my shoes so you could feel it, how good it is to love you”

“Love, I'm not gonna discuss this with you now, but I hope your drunk head knows that you’re absolutely wrong!” Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed

“I know how to end this dilemma! Can I tell you a secret?” Her smile definitely ment trouble, but oh George really likes trouble “I’m your soulmate!” George was in complete shock, of all the things he expected her to say, that wasn't one of them. “I’ve know it for a while…i’m really sorry for not saying nothing before, back than i couldn’t say it…..but now, it seems like i wake up waiting for an opportunity to tell you, but i was afraid you’d be mad at me for not saying before”

“And you’re not scared anymore?”

“A little…but i figured that i could take you being mad at me for some days than losing a forever with you. You’re too special for that” Maybe his heart is indeed melting inside his chest, it shows in the blush of his cheeks”

“I could never be mad at you, not at this atleast, so don’t worry” He gave her a kiss on her forehead “but maybe is best if we discuss this tomorrow, you’re too drunk now”

“You missed”

“What?”

“The kiss, you missed the place. Let me try again”

Y/N brought her face closer to his, leaning in for a long-awaited kiss, but George turned his face away, making her kiss his cheek.

“Not now, Love. I want you to be on your full senses when i kiss you” she pouted

“Will you kiss me tomorrow?”

“If you want me to” He smiled and caressed her cheek

“I want you to want this too…”

“I have wanted this since we were thirteen, but i can wait one more day” Y/N giggled

“You know, of all the people in the world, I'm glad I fell in with you”

“Mee too, Love. You have no idea how much” He took her arms from around his neck and offered his arm to her. “Ready to go home?”

“Let’s go!” She hugged his arm and with a flick of his wand the two of them headed back to the Johnson’s household.

Reality is so sweet now that George is actually afraid to go to sleep tonight. Waiting for Y/N is definitely worth it, he’s not afraid of her nervous bolting as long as he is the finish line, and considering all of what she said tonight, she’s definitely going to lose it tomorrow, but this time, George is ready for it.

“Morning, sunshine!” Katie’s voice echoed from the other side of the room. She wasn’t yelling, but it was enough to make Y/N want to sink into the bed to make that noise stop, or maybe throw the clock in her dresser into said noise, whatever is easiest.

She’s never drinking that much again

Okay, that’s a lie, but she’s sure she isn’t gonna drink like that in the near future. That’s really true.

Y/N can’t fully remember what she said yesterday, she only has flashes of memory, but this is not her first rodeo, soon all the embarrassing memories will come back, they have a habit of doing this.

“C’mon, Y/N, we need to dress up!”

“just five more minutes!” Y/N’s voice sounded muffled from the pillow

“We need to be in Angie’s room in fifteen minutes! don’t be lazy, also, you might want to see what your prince in charming armour left for you”

What?

She stood up so fast that she felt dizzy, making Katie laugh from across the room. On the dresser next to the bed was a note and a strange liquid, which, from the smell, was probably a hangover cure.

Y/N,

I left a hangover cure potion for you next to the dresser. I remember how you were when we were at Hogwarts, I hope it takes effect by the ceremony, and if it doesn't, I can kiss it better for you.

About yesterday, after you remember what you said to me i want to talk to you, but not in a bad way, so don’t worry your pretty head, i mean it in the best way of “talk”, okay? If it helps you remember yesterday, i still really want kiss you. I’ll probably will still want to kiss you tomorrow too, and the day after that.

Love Kisses, George

Her eyes widened in surprise at each word in the note, which made her poor heart race faster and faster.

What the heck did she say to him?

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chaosreadingnerd · 2 months ago

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Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad);

Words: 3.3K

Autor notes: I'M SO ANXIOUS FOR NEXT CHAPTER hope you guys like it🫶

At every table i'll save you a seat - 05

When you love someone, and you love them with your heart, it never disappears. When you’re apart, and when you love someone, and you’ve done all you can do, you set them free. And if that love was true… When you love someone, it will all come back to you. – Forget Paris

“Cheers to Y/N and her sewing talents, without you my wedding would have been a disaster!” Angie raised her glass in front of her family and guests, all seated together for dinner, and toasted.

“I’d still get married to you even if you were dressed in a potato sack”

“Oh Fred” Angelina smiled at her fiance and gave him a kiss on the cheek

“Of course we wouldn't take photos-” Offended, she slapped his arm “Ouch, woman! If you kill me there’ll be no wedding”

“You better not try my patience then”

Y/N laughed at their antics, there’s no doubt they’re soulmates. She turned her attention to George, who’s sitting beside her.

“I bet 20 bucks on Angie” She whispered to him, earning a chuckle.

“We’ll, i double it on Fred”

“Own, so cute being on you brother’s side”

“I could say the same about you, team bride all the time, uh?”

“What can I say? Loyalty is my charm”

The highlight of Y/N’s day was giving Angelina her dress back, the way her friend’s face lit up when she saw her dress good as new was priceless and totally worth her stressful day. Now she has a fixed dress, good food and good people, what more could she ask for?

“Y/N, could you pass me the sauce please?”

Oh, right. Maybe a day when she doesn’t need to see or interact with Natasha. Taking a deep breath she passed the girl the sauce. Just a few more days.

“Here”

As soon as Y/N went to leave the sauce in Nathasha's hands, the woman pulled her hand back, causing the bowl to fall upright on the table and some of the sauce to splash.

“Careful, Y/N! Keep it up like this and you’ll ruin our dinner”

Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up with embarrassment as she looked around to check who more noticed the accident. Thankfully, a good amount of the people are more interested in their own conversations than in Natasha being a bitch.

“Sorry” She gave Natasha a forced smile.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Accidents happen” Molly Weasley, who was also on the other side of the table, gave her a comforting smile. She’s really sweet, now the taste on Y/N’s tongue wasn’t so sour anymore.

Putting this strange interaction aside, Y/N turned her attention back to the dinner.

“What was that?” George whispered to her.

“I know right?”

“You should’ve threw the sauce on her head”

She smiled at the idea.

“Next time i will, but i think her relatives will be after my head”

“I’ll protect you, maybe we should return to the plan of running away from the wedding”

“Are you asking me to be partners in crime?”

“Do you want me to ask you to be partners in crime?”

“If I said yes…”

“Then yes, I am asking you to be partners in crime. If this makes you feel better, if she does that again you throw the sauce and i’ll get us a getaway car”

“Oh thank you, Babe” she got a nugget from a nearby dish and put on George’s plate “Here, a symbol of my gratitude”

They laughed and the environment got back to normal. Until Natasha decided to be a bitch again. She really should get a hobby that doesn't involve getting on people’s nerves.

“Oh, I didn't know you are a nurse!” Ginny commented to Y/N.

“I am, for now I'm working in the children's ward of the hospital. I love to help the kids.”

“I just feel sorry for the kids, It's not enough to be sick, they have to deal with your stupidity too” Natasha murmured, but it was loud enough for her to hear, which, considering the distance between them, means that other people heard it too.

What 's she doing? Back in Hogwarts she was already mean like this, sometimes even worse, but she always did her best to keep her composure around others. It seems like she’s throwing her reputation out of the window.

“I think it lovely that you’re working with kids, dear.” Molly, once again, came in to save the day. Well atleast to save the moment.

“Thanks, it is so sad seeing such young kiddos being trapped there, i know that’s for their own good, but they get so sad there, so I always do my best to light up their day. Did you know that Angelina volunteers there too?”

“Oh really? I didn’t know” Molly smiled.

Angelina started explaining her help around the hospital as Y/N patted herself on the back because of successfully dodging being the center of the attention. It’s not that she doesn’t like talking about the kids, she really loves them and loves the work she gets to do around the hospital, but she doesn’t want to do this in front of that many unknown people. Even after being friends with Angie for so many years she still doesn’t know all of Angie’s Angelina.

“You’re really just amassing like that, uh?” George smiled.

“Stop it. It’s nothing, really.” She looked away while blushing.

“Don’t sell yourself short. I didn’t know you worked as a nurse, but isn't a surprise, you were always too kind for your own good”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’re really kind-hearted, and amazing, and-” Y/N put a hand in his mouth, stopping him from embarrassing her any further. She could feel his smile under her hand.

“Stop it! focus on your dinner, it will get cold soon” she slowly released him and went back to dinner. Or tried.

“Y/N, I can't reach the pasta, can you pass it to me please?”

Maybe that’s what George meant by being too good for her own good, because, once again she reached for the plate and passed it to Natasha.

And once again Natasha let the plate fall.

“What’s wrong with you today?!”

“What's wrong with you today? you can't even pick up a plate without dropping it.”

“Because you don’t pass it right”

“Maybe you should stop being a layabout and get your food on your own!”

Just after almost shouting at her that Y/N noticed that they were getting worked up and attracting attention. It was hard not to notice when the whole table was silent.

The guests were obviously surprised by their outburst, on the other hand, Nathasha looked petrified, like she wasn't expecting Y/N to almost shout,or even worse, maybe she wasn’t expecting Y/N to talk back at all.

Afterall, most times she attacked was when Y/N was alone or when she was surrounded by people, because she wouldn’t have the courage to speak up. What Natasha didn’t notice is that Y/N isn’t that scared kid anymore. That power Natasha held over her slowly vanished, without her, and even without Y/N, realized.

Maybe that realization was what made her get up and almost run away in a rush.

An awkward silence fell over the room as she felt a hand slowly take hers, a clear sign that she was not alone, and looking up she met with George’s kind eyes and a smile, like he was proud.

Obviously he’s proud, these last days he was her number 1 supporter in finally learning to stick up for herself, and for change, she finally did that. And all that support made her smile softly back at him and held his hand, that was wolding hers under the table, even tighter.

“Well, someone had to do that” George defended her.

“She really should learn how to behave,” Angie agreed. “maybe is for the best that she left”

“We all should leave this behind, yes? let’s get back to dinner…” Molly tried to dissolve the tension and made a thoughtful face, as if trying to think of a new topic “Y/N! You talked about your job, but what about your life, how is it?”

“I…well, i’m doing good, thanks for asking” Y/N answered while taking a sip of her juice

“Oh that’s great! What about your love life? Did you already find your soulmate?”

She almost choked on the juice.

“Mom!” George defended her from the sudden question attack

“George Weasley, let the girl answer!” the older woman scolded him “I didn't do anything too much, I'm just curious, it’s such a wonderful moment: to find your soulmate.”

“Well, i-”

“I’m so glad Fred found Angelina, at such a young age! To grow older with your soulmate is a blessing. I just hope George finds his soulmate soon”

Y/N couldn’t help but glance at his way. He was holding together quite well, but he couldn’t control the way his ears were starting to get red. She giggled at him.

“Did you know Geroge stopped dating altogether to focus on finding his soulmate? He’s such a sweetheart. I never understood why bother with dating around when you could just go find your soulmate, i’m just glad he’s finally looking out for her”

“Really sweet indeed, right Georgie?” Fred smirked at his twin.

“It’s just sad that he didn’t get to go to Hogwarts with soulmate, well, he didn’t get to meet her there, like Fred.”

“Not everyone can have our luck, right, Sweetheart?” Fred smirked at Angie, who rolled her eyes and gave him a kiss “At Least George wasn’t so sad at all, he even got a crush back then”

“Oh shut up” George tried to play it cool, but Y/N knew him better to believe that.

“He was all lovey dovey…”

“Oh, I didn't know that!” Molly got interested in this topic, while Y/N could almost feel George’s willingness to run away. Well, the feeling is mutual because she’s damn sure she doesn’t want to listen all about how Gerge, her soulmate, was head over heels with another girl. Maybe she should have worked on the dress slower so she wouldn’t need to be here tonight.

“He was always all over her, I never understood why they never dated, she was clearly into him too. If he had the chance he would try yo be with her, with homework, giving her candy, we once even fought because he was giving her free samples of our shop’s jelly beans, do you guys believe he never ever let me prank her. He would get mad.”

Jelly beans?

Y/N turned her full attention to George, who was practically throwing knives at his brother with his gaze, if only looks could kill Fred surely would be dead. Maybe she was…no that couldn’t be…right?

“I even remember that after some pranks George would vanish, then the next day he would tell us all about how they were taking midnight snacks, heart eyes and all…”

“Oh George, how sweet!” Ginny smirked

“They even went together to the yule ball. I remember that he was sappy all week because of her”

“Look who’s talking! You been the same with Angelina” George snickered

“And I did get the girl! What about you?”

Her heart was beating too fast to even care about their bantering.

Y/N went to the yule ball with George. One of the best and worst nights of her life. She got to have the night of her dreams with the boy she’s been dreaming about for ages, and, after the dream and back to reality, Natasha’s bullying got worse that day. But that girl wasn’t important now, what matters is: He was at the ball with Y/N.

And the midnight snacks? All with Y/N, there were even some weeks when they would meet every single day by the kitchen.

George slowly turned his attention back to her, an apprehensive look on his face. IN a bold move she smiled and linked their pinkies under the table, but all her boldines had gone to this action because she couldn't hold his stare anymore and looked away.

George Wealsey, her supper embarrassing crush that she was actually not over with, had a crush on her back in Hogwarts.

Even better: George Wealsey,AKA her soulmate literally destined for her, had a crush on her back in Hogwarts. She feels like floating.

George smiled at her boldines and took her hand in his.

“What are you smiling at, Georgie? Thinking of her again?” Fred's eyes flickered between the two of them.

“Just wondering when we're gonna get dessert,” George turned to Y/N. He really tried to be calm about it, but the gleam in his eyes gave him away “Do you know what we’re gonna have?”

“Cake, but i remember Katie’s mom saying she would make passion fruit mousse” She also tried to hide it, but the way she was really trying not to bite her lip also gave her away.

“Passion fruit? I love passion fruit” Angelina commented. And just like that, all the attention got away from Y/N and George as people focused on other topics, leaving them in their own little world.

When she got in the Johnson’s household she was too scared to meet George, too scared of feeling little again, now she’s feeling like the luckiest person in the world. Some things will obviously be discussed later, like the soulmate thing, but it’s like day by day they’re getting closer and closer.

But all these thighs can be sorted out later, she has more important business now, like the way George look around to check if anyone is paying attention to them, and when he noted that no one ways, he took her hand from under the table and bringed it to his lips, kissing her and trying to contain a smile. She smiled wide and bit her lip while looking away, her heart beating hard in her chest, and George, noticing that she reached her limit, took their hands back under the table.

George Weasley was an expert in playing with Y/N L/N’s heart and she didn’t mind. Not even a little.

Y/N couldn’t sleep at night, and considering the night that she had, it is not so surprising she’s agitated. She not only saved her best friend’s wedding ceremony, but found out that her long term crush -is that a thing?- did in fact like her when they were younger, and considering that his actions towards her didn’t change a thing and the kiss he gave in her hand, she has concrete evidence that he still likes her.

She’s 100% sure he likes her…

Honestly, she’s like 85% he likes her, but she’s still optimistic, which is new!

Anyways, she decided to wait for tomorrow to figure out her next steps, especially since she needs calm and a clear mind to figure out what to do about the soulmate situation, something she can't do in that state.

And what do people do when they can’t sleep? Drink hot chocolate outside, of course. So that’s what she did.

Y/N put a blanket around her shoulders, pretending that this made her appearance more presentable in case she cross paths with anyone, witch she doubts she will, but you can’t be so sure in this house full of people, put on her slippers, went to the kitchen, made her drink and stepped outside to reconnect with nature or something like that.

Breathing the pure are mixed with the smell of hot chocolate she almost instantly started to feel better.

“What the hell are you doing here”

Spoke too soon. She took a deep breath -this time not to feel the pure air, but to not destroy everything within a radius of one kilometer- and turned her attention to her archnemesis: Natasha.

“I could say the same, I see you dropped off your good girl act” Y/N shrugged and sat down on a nearby bench, which seemed to irritate Natasha even more. Which isn't hard since everything Y/N does pisses her off. The feeling is mutual.

“Go back in, you can’t steal my spot too” Y/N didn’t even bother looking at her, but if she did, she was sure she would see Natasha trembling with anger.

“What the- You know what? I don’t care. I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“Oh yeah?” Natasha’s tone should’ve given away she was up to no good, as always, but Y/N wasn’t ready for what she would do.

In a blink, Natasha took out her wand and sent Y/N's mug flying away. She yelped in surprise.

“What’s wrong with you?!” She stood up and marched towards the girl

“What’s wrong with you?!”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do this with me, I'm not thirteen anymore!” Y/N raised her voice as she got closer to Natasha, who was backing down, the expression on her face with something like fear. Maybe she expected Y/N to hide in the corner once again. How wrong she was. “When you get here i though ‘well, people do change’ but you’re a full grown ass woman and still acts like a fucking teenager. Grow up!”

“Oh that’s rich coming from you!” Natasha yelled.

“How so, Natasha?! Tell me, I dare you!”

“You stole everything from me!”

“What?! I didn’t do that!”

“Everything that mattered! You stole George from me!” Y/N frowned.

“Are you high? You don’t seem on your right state of mind”

“Shut up! You know you did that!”

“Oh enlighten me then about my marvelous plan” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I had everything before you met him! I’m pretty sure he liked me too, then you got in the way every time! I’m sure I could be his soulmate if he knew me well enough, I don't even care about that, I'm sure we’re destined to be together!”

Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Almost seven years of pure torture, questioning herself if she did something, if she tried harder in the beginning maybe they would’ve liked her, maybe she wouldn’t be a looner in her dorm, but it all wasn’t actually because of her, it was all because Natasha was freaking nuts.

“You mean you treated me like shit for years because of a guy?!” Y/N got even angrier than before “You were not supposed to be his soulmate, if he was then he would be! And i did not stand in your way, you never had anything with him to begin with! He never even noticed you! And I'm so damn mad you did all of this shit to me because you also liked him! I also liked him back then, I still do now, and I would never do to you all the things you did to me. You’re such a loser”

“Don't act like a saint now! You're not as good as you think”

“Of course not, i never was a saint”

“Oh yeah? So you haven't been rubbing in my face how close you are to George all week?! Was that some sort of sick revenge?!”

“Your mind is so damn twisted. I’d never do what you did to any human being…I will always be better than you, and you’ll have to live with that: That’s my revenge.” This conversation is leading them to nowhere, it only served to show Y/N a lesson she needed to learn ages ago: The past stays in the past. “You’ll always be mean, pathetic and alone in life, and I don't have a finger of blame in this.” Y/N headed back inside, but turned to Natasha one last time “I won’t think about our past anymore, you can’t hold me back now, if ever see you in a crowd you’ll be a complete stranger to me…But I do hope you grow better than this. Good night.”

The marks of the past will always be on her skin, but now, already healed, they are unable to control her life. Y/N will do everything in her power to assure that.

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chaosreadingnerd · 3 months ago

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Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad);

Words: 4.6K

Autor notes: I REALLY wanted to talk about the part of the story we're in but I don't want to give spoilers UGH

I drive down different roads, but they all lead back to you - 04

“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together … and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home. .. only to no home I’d ever known … I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like … magic.” -Sleepless in Seattle.

“The shop is around that corner. They also sell party dresses and accessories if you want to check something out before the wedding. You already have your dress, right?” Angie asked as she led the group of women towards the store.

“Yes, I do. Don’t worry about it. Let’s focus on you and your stunning dress, okay? I’m so curious! I wish i could have come with you when you brought it” Y/N pouted while hugging her friend’s arm as they walked.

“I know. Just making sure everything is on track.”

Today is the day Angelina is trying her wedding dress on for the last time before the wedding, it’s finally happening! The dress was purchased on another store then brought to this store because of the seamstress who works there and specializes in a specific style of embroidery that the bride wanted, but was too busy to sew a dress from scratch, so it was necessary to bring the ready-made base.

The day is probably the brightest since…well, since ever. Almost like the air is cleaner, the sun is shining brighter, even the people are happier, like some kind of gas of happiness spread through the air. Or maybe that’s just Y/N’s view, like the weather is matching her humor, after all, that’s the lighter she has ever felt in years.

Being able to lay it all out to Angie and George was freeing, especially George, after all, the bullying was the reason she never told him about the soulmate mark. Now she feels closer to the truth, as if she felt more open to one day soon telling him everything. The cherry on top is the new nickname for him, in an attempt to embarrass him the plan backfired in the best way possible.

The first time she met him after yesterday was at breakfast, after some days they created their own routine: While she makes them, and whoever else is with them, pancakes, he boils the tea -camomile tea, her favorite-, today he insisted on being called ‘babe’ by her, Y/N knows if she really was uncomfortable calling him that he would drop it, but they were alone and she really likes the way his eyes shine when she calls him that, so she gave in.

Her day got even brighter by breakfast.

“Here it is, Bridal Annie. Let me see the time…” Angelina looked at the watch on her wrist. “Good, we’re just in time for the meeting, come on girls!”

Bridal Annie is probably the best shop of wedding dresses that Y/N has ever been in. Probably the most expensive too. Everything there, even the structure exuded charm and glamour in an elegant way, and each rack was filled with beautiful, flowing white dresses. Literally every bride's dream.

“Amazing, right?” Katie commented to Y/N that she was amazed at the store “This is such a small town I'm surprised there’s a big store like this. A hidden jewel, really.”

“I feel poor just by walking in” Her friend giggled.

A woman with straight hair in a suit walked up to the group, especially to Angie, a sales smile plastered on her face.

“Hi, ms.Johnson, or dare I say future ms.Weasley! Carolina is already waiting for you in the changer twelve”

“Thanks, Jolie” Angelina smiled politely at the woman and headed the group to where the seamstress was waiting for them.

Passing the changers, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be getting married and to be trying on dresses to get married to the person you love the most in the world. If she’s lucky that’ll happen some day -little did she know that If it depends on George this will definitely happen-, the only thing she can do now is make this even more special to Angelina.

Y/N may not know how it feels to be loved by your soulmate like this, but she does know how special it is to be loved like a sister by Angelina and to love her too. She would do anything to make this day the best as possible.

Standing in front of the place where they should meet, Angelina knocked on the door and after a few seconds Carolina showed up giving her a hug. Carolina is an older woman, probably in her fifties, carrying a tape measure around her neck and bayonetta grasses in her face.

“Angelina, hello! I see you’ve brought your friends this time, come in!”

Inside the changer there were seven chairs for the seven bridesmaids, a mini version of a stage in front of a mirror for the bride to show off her dress and a curtain more in the back, probably the place where Angelina would change.

“Girls, sit here while i help your friend with her dress, there’s champagne in the mini fridge. In a few minutes you’ll meet the bride!” The older woman gave them a smile and followed Angelina behind the curtain.

“Champagne? Fancy” Ginny commented while checking the mini fridge “Do you want some?”

“Yes, please” she poured some champagne for Y/N. “Thanks, Ginny”

“It's about time they tie the knot, right?”

“Yeah, even though it feels like they have been already married for a long time”

“Really, but it's good seeing them happy like this. I love weddings. Now, planning them? Not so much”

“It must be exhausting. Though I wouldn't mind doing it just once. With the right person everything gets easier, right?”

“You're right. Even though I got mad in the process, my wedding with Harry was one of the best days of my life.” She smiled at the memory then looked at Y/N with a new glint. “The guy who gets to marry you is lucky. Have you found your soulmate yet?”

Usually Y/N would say right away that she didn't have a clue, but now it almost feels wrong to lie, like the barris that were keeping her from him were slowly breaking down.

Love tends to do this with people, but she can’t say the truth now, not before telling George. Some day, very soon, she would answer that question with yes, I have met him, he's a prick but I love him, but for now she has to get used to reality.

All this internal conflict explains why she got stuck on her answer. Ginny must think she's crazy. Literally the perfect match for her brother.

“I…well, i haven’t-”

“Here comes the bride!” Carolina opened the curtain drastically and Y/N was saved from trying to formulate a coherent answer.

Angelina was absolutely gorgeous, not trying to make puns, but she really looked like an angel. Her dress reassembled a princess gown, not in the sense of the shape of the dress, but in the sense of the richness of details, while the format reassembled a siren dress, highlighting your silhouette.

From afar the dress looked simple, but as it moved, the lights reflected small sparkles on the dress's little stones and as you got closer you could see beautiful embroidery. The union of the embroidery and the shiny little stones are Carolina’s especially.

“It’s soo pretty Angie, you look like a princess” Y/N took a closer look at her friend’s dress and offered her hand to her friend, which she took and Y/N made her friend spin slowly, showing the dress to their friends.

“Absolutely stunning!” Katie smiled.

“Do you feel comfortable in it? We’re really close to the date, but we still have time to make small touches” The seamstress's sharp eyes evaluated the dress.

“I feel great, just dancing may be a problem later” Angie moved her arms around, seeing if the dress wasn’t too loose on the arms.

“Maybe you can change the dress to the party and keep this for the ceremony” Y/N wondered “then your only worry with the dress is walking”

“You’re right. The party dress should be shorter and sleeveless.

Y/N stood beside her friend and gave her a side hug while looking at the reflection in the mirror. They have come a long way since they met, you must be really lucky to have a person that went through all your phases and changes and still decided to stay with you, Angie is that person to her.

That nostalgic moment could’ve been even more emotional to them, only if Y/N didn’t see something running behind the bridesmaid’s chairs.

“Did you see that?!” Within a minute she released her friend and turned around, stunned by what she saw.

“What?” Angie looked at her in confusion.

“I don’t know. I saw something running behind the chairs. I think it was an animal”

“Do you think it’s a rat?!” Her friend’s eyes widened in fright.

“A rat?!” The other bridesmaids heard their conversation and started looking around for the intruder. The changer isn’t that big, nor has that much furniture to help it hide, it shouldn't be hard to find it.

“He’s right there!” Katie warned the girls, who as soon as they saw the rascal, ran after it.

That’s when everything started to go wrong. Again.

Angelina, the fine example of a gryffindor, took a near vase, threw away it’s flowers and ran after the rat with it, planning to ambush it near to a wall. Her first mistake was trying to run in this dress. Ginny, seeing her sister-in-law’s plan, did the same with a bucket that once held ice.

They successfully ambushed the animal, but too many girls were going after him, and Angie, trying to save her dress from their feet, tried to get away from the group while Ginny was making her move against the mouse. The bride tried to get away from the sudden move, but she shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

A loud sound of ripping echoed and the room got dead silent

Mouse 1 x Team bride 0

Atleast Ginny captured the rat.

“Can it be fixed until the wedding?” Angelina looked hopeful at the seamstress, her eyes red from crying.

aAfter the scare, Angie took her dress off to the seamstress to take a look at the damage. In her pretty dress there is a rip that goes from the knee til the end, mankind a kind of a ugly dress slid. The embroidery that was there is now ruined.

“I’m sorry, but I don't think so. It will take time to fix the dress and we will not have enough time to make the embroidery again.”

Angelina looked down disappointed at her dress.

It wasn’t that bad, the slit, even though it is big, it’s in a place where it can be hidden easily, in her back, almost in the middle of where her butt should be. When she was younger, Y/N took some sewing classes with her mom’s friend. She used to say that sewing classes were important and you never know when an emergency would happen. Y/N never believed it, she thought it was bullshit, now she gets what the older woman was saying.

Y/N really should apologise to her. Not now though, there’s more urgent matters in her hands.

Angelina didn’t ask her anything, the problem was being discussed with the seamstress, but maybe the reason why she was so adamant with the time was because of the large flow of customers, and maybe if someone offered her services for the greater good, Carolina would have time to make the embroidery. Someone like Y/N.

Of course her classes didn’t make her professional, it was more about the basics and some other things her mom’s friend knows how to do, but she did know how to make an invisible seam, that would fit perfectly in this case. Maybe if things started to go wrong she could use magic to help, but she couldn’t use it too much though, there’s too many muggles around here.

Y/N wasn’t that sure about her talent with the needle, but her help would be useful here and she wasn’t completely useless in this case, and with all the help and support her friends were giving her this week -and all her life-, maybe she wasn’t useless at all.

“Angie,” She called her friend, who gave her a look that looked so much like a sad puppy. Y/N will do her best to fix that. “Maybe I can help with the dress.”

“What do you mean?” Angelina looked at her friend hopeful

“I mean, you know the sewing classes I took, right? I can help fix the dress fabric, ease the burden on Carolina and maybe she can help with the embroidery till the wedding?” Y/N turned her attention to the seamstress “Do you think this could help?”

Carolina took another look at the dress, assessing the damage, while lost in thought.

“I…well, maybe, but you would need to have this dress fixed by tomorrow, got it? The embroidery takes time to fix and we’re really packed up. Do you really know how to fix that? We won’t have time to fix new mistakes later, it needs to be done right. I’m in if you are, do you think you can fix it by tomorrow?”

“Easy peasy”

“Y/N, can you stop for a minute with the dress and help me with the decorations in the garden? Angelina said off-white decorations, but the store managers have at least five shades of white and Angie is not back yet from her trip downtown.” Katie stood by her and Y/N’s dorm door waiting for her.

This is probably the fifth request in an hour, Y/N is running out of runarounds. She loves Katie, really, but the girl should start seeking other’s help. Katie was there when she offered her help to Carolina and she knows how much work she’s putting in this dress, she should start letting her work.

When Y/N offered her help she was sure more or less a day would be enough to finish the fixing if she put enough effort into it, now she’s not so sure. Carolina was right, it’s a lot of work, Y/N couldn’t even imagine having this as a livelihood, but if she focuses enough she probably will have this done in time.

Ofcourse, only if Katie leaves her alone.

“Look, Katie, I really want to help you, but you know how little time I have to finish this.”

“I promise it’ll be fast. Please, Y/N, just this once” Katie pleaded. Just this once already happened five times, the words are starting to lose meaning.

Y/N signed and took a look at the clock at the wall, 11:30 am. If they can make it quick, she’ll probably be back by 12:00 pm and probably have most of it finished by night. Considering the stops for bathroom and meals, the worst that could happen is waking up earlier tomorrow to finish it up.

Just this once

“Okay, it better be quick” She got up from the desk by the window, where the dress lays.

“Don’t worry about it! Thanks!”

Shocking a total of 0 people, it wasn’t in fact quick. By the time they finished receiving the decoration it was 12:30 pm, so she stopped for lunch, and by the time she got back it was already 13:00 pm. At Least she got to see George for a bit, she’s so busy today that she almost didn’t see him, just fleeting glances here and there. After spending so much time with him these past few days it is almost strange not being with him nearly all the time.

Y/N is on a mission now, she cannot waste time thinking about pretty guys and her foolish heart. The stitch she has to make in the dress isn’t difficult, it’s just tiring and extremely boring to do, but she will do this for Angie in the name of their friendship.

Knock Knock

Oh no, not again.

“Y/N…” Katie peeked from the door, giving her friend an embarrassed smile.

“What?” She didn’t look up from her work and sounded snarkier than she wanted to.

“I’m taking care of some kids from Angelina’s side and we’re thinking of taking a snack now, don’t you wanna grab something and maybe help me feed the kids?”

Y/N took a deep breath, and, while thinking of a reply, she remembered her conversation with George, the conversations she had with all her loved ones since she got there indeed. About how she should learn to stick up for herself, to not let others walk over her.

Katie is a good girl, and she really likes Y/N, but that’s not enough reason for Y/N to let her friend disturb her like this. Especially for such simple quests, she could handle this on her own if she tried, but it’s probably way more convenient to ask for Y/N’s help.

Not only that, but she really doesn’t want to do that now, and that should be all the reason she needed to tell her friend no, but it’s like something always stops her, something like the feeling of letting others down, she has always been kind of a people-pleaser.

After these days in the Johnson’s household something inside her changed, the spark of something new, better, not enough to be unrecognizable, but enough to understand that if she let herself down over and over again after all this changing would be for nothing.

If Y/N could name the main problem for her is Natasha, and all the trauma that she represents. If she wants to one day eb strong enough to get over this, she should at least be strong enough to say no to her friends, people that supposedly love her.

“I…I don’t think i can, Katie”

“Please! It won't take much time, I promise. After that I'll leave you alone for the rest of the day!” Katie stepped in and stood by her friend who was sitting by the desk.

“You say that every time!”

“I’m serious now. Come on, take a break!”

“Katie, you know I can't! If I want to finish the dress by the date I need to do this now, stop pushing it! I’m sorry, but I can't help you all the time, and you know what? I’m not really sorry,” Y/N took a deep breath as she realized she was getting worked up and taking it out on her friend, even though it was her fault. “Look, i’m sorry for the way i verbalized it, I shouldn't lash out at you, but could you see my side? I feel under a lot of pressure, it’s not some random task, it’s the damn bride’s dress! I’m sorry about how i talked but i’m not sorry about not being sorry about not helping you, it’s confusing i know, but-”

Before Y/N could finish her half anger rumble half apology, Katie gave her a tight hug, leaving the girl shocked. She definitely wasn’t expecting that reaction.

“You…are not mad?”

“Of course not, you shouldn’t feel this nervous because of me, I know I was kind of pushy today, I didn't want to bring you to your limit. I’m sorry, can you forgive me?”

The girl smiled and hugged Katie even tighter. Katie wasn’t close like Angelina, but there’s a reason why she’s still one of her best friends in this world, she also gets Y/N like no one else. Katie was there when Y/N broke her arm, never let her be chosen last in games and always shared her snacks with her friends, and Y/N held her tight when dumb boys broke her heart, helped Katie study when she failed exams and always lent her hoodie when she was cold.

Katie always had and always will have a special place in Y/N’s heart, there’s no surprise in her willingness to accept the girl.

“Of course, we were both difficult today.”

After a few seconds of hugging, Katie broke the moment.

“Okay, I'll let you be for now, but I expect you at least to have dinner with us, okay?” Katie planted a kiss on the top of her head. “Just to make sure, we’re good?”

“Of course we’re good” Y/N smiled fondly at her friends.

There’s a lot of things in her life that she can complain about, but she can’t complain about having bad friends.

After hours and hours sewing and mending the dress, the dress was basically ready. The invisible stitch she made on the dress was done perfectly, if you’re not searching for the stitch you probably won’t notice and most of the guests don’t know about the rat fight history, in conclusion, they won't notice either.

Anyways, her work here is practically over, just some touch-ups here and there, but she’ll do it tomorrow before returning the dress to Carolina, she's going to have an impromptu dress fitting with Angie then call it a day. Now that everything is finished she can finally take a breath.

Knock knock

Who wants to relax a little, right? Socialising is way better. It’s probably Katie again, but Y/N can’t really complain now, her friend stuck to her word and let her work for the rest of the day, and considering that now the sky is getting dark, she’s probably here for the second part of the deal and drag Y/N downstairs for dinner.

“Come in!”

Katie did not walk into the room.

“Hey, I heard you were kept prisoner here.” George walked in with two cups of tea.

“George!” Her face lit up in a smile “What are you doing here?”

“I came for your rescue” He motioned to the cups in his hands “Take a break with me?”

“You’re on time! I finished the dress just now,” She got up from the desk and took a seat in her bed “Come here” she patted the spot next to her bed, beckoning him to sit down.

“How did it go, Love?” George gave the girl her cup and took a seat beside her.

“That wasn’t difficult, kinda rocky in the beginning, but once you get the hang of it it gets easier” Taking a sip of the tea she noticed it was her favorite,but it wasn’t a surprise, George always remembers it.

All hard work aside, Y/N was really bothered that she didn’t see George all day, she even tried to work faster so maybe she could leave the room and live with the living, maybe even cross his path, and now he’s willing to be here? Lucky must be on her side.

“Rocky, you mean as in difficult to thread the needle?”

“I mean as in a friend of mine interrupting every five seconds asking me for favours, but don’t worry, i’ve dealt with it”

“Really?”

“Yep, someone said to me something about learning to stick up for myself so i did it. Usually he’s not that trustworthy, but he really hit the nail on the head this time” She teased him and he bumped their shoulders.

“You’re so mean to me, i should start charge for advice” This made her laugh

“I’m kidding! You’re the most trustworthy guy I know, i appreciate that” Y/N got closer to him and gave him a weird side hug “making amends”.

“I know” He smirked

“Ugh you’re too cocky”

“I’m really glad for you though, i’m proud of you” George held out his mug to her and they clinked their mugs together.

For a few minutes they just stood there together in silence while drinking their tea.

“I never get tired from these moments with you, it reminds me of when we would make midnight snacks breaks. These are some of my fondest memories”

You are my fondest memory.

“I loved being there with you, especially after running away from Flinch”

“I didn’t appreciate the smell of sweat, thought”

“You never complaint”

“Obviously, i just wanted to be close to you” Y/N huffed then just after saying that she noticed the gravity of her words, what they implied. She discreetly took a look at George’s face then relaxed: He probably didn’t hear.

She just failed to notice how he smiled in his mug and how his cheeks were getting red.

“That reminds me, I didn't just bring you tea, I got you some sweets too” George reached into his pocket for the packet of sweets and handed it to her.

“Oh George, thanks” She smiled at him.

“Don't sweat it. If you really want to thank me, do you know what I want? It’s been a whole day since you called me-” Before he could finish his drama speech, Y/N shoved a jujube in his mouth.

“Here. Now we’re even! What flavor did you get?”

He made a thoughtful face, pretending to evaluate the jelly bean.

“A good one: Watermelon”

“Let me try one too” she took a jelly bean “Hm…Banana! I always get lucky when you’re the one to bring me these jelly beans, I wonder why.”

Y/N knows why. She knows that he’d never let her get one of the bad ones, one time she even heard George bickering with Fred because Fred got her one rotten egg flavoured. Y/N just isn’t sure why he cares that much.

She didn’t notice this yet, but to be loved is to be seen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Love.” She gave him a look. “Maybe i just bring you luck”

“That I'm sure you do, maybe i should take you back home with me, i’m trying to get a promotion but my boss isn’t giving in”

“I see if i have space in my agenda”

“Oh shut up!” She laughed and bumped shoulders

“Talking about your life back there, how is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, your job, your hobbies, your love life…”

Super subtle George

“You really want to know about my love life?”

“Obviously” He’s been dying to know since the day she left, but she doesn’t need to know that.

“Well…i had some boyfriends here and there, but nothing serious, you know?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know…I liked them, but it always felt like something was missing. What about you? Any luck in the love department?”

“I don’t think so, like you i had some girlfriends, but none of them felt right, none of them fit the space of my soulmate”

Y/N looked at him in understandment. None of them felt right because they weren’t George, and now hearing him say the same, it’s the first time she felt an urge so strong to tell him the truth, that she’s the one he’s been searching for, that she’s the one he has always been missing.

“What about your soulmate? Have…have you found him?” The look in his eyes was strange, but Y/N couldn’t focus on that now, not with the way her heart was beating so fast it was almost reaching her ears.

“I…what about you?”

Not answering her question, George lowered his head to her level and gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go get dinner? When I was coming to check on you she asked me to bring you to the kitchen with me.”

Y/N just smiled at him and followed him downstairs. He never let her forget how easily he can mess with her heart. Little did she know that she has the same effect on him.

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chaosreadingnerd · 3 months ago

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Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad);

Words: 3.5K

Autor notes: Enjoy!! <3

You're not fazed, even when i'm pushing away - 04

“Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, I’m scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I’m scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you.” -Jennifer Grey, Dirty Dancing.

“You’ll need to get up eventually, ya’know” Angie’s voice sounded muffled to Y/N who had her face buried in the covers.

“I don’t know about that” Angie probably didn’t get what Y/N said, but her friend’s advice is true: Eventually she’ll need to get up, atleast to breath, it's getting stuffy in the blanket. Oxigen is still a need.

She felt the mattress sinking beside her, a sign that Angie had decided to lie down too.

“Do you wanna talk about yesterday…Or, about today, atleast?” Y/N huffed in answer.

It’s like she’s fifteen all over again, not in a good way. It’s been years since the girl felt that anxious, and George’s calm face makes it even worse. She has been vulnerable in front of George before, he is her friend after all, but nothing like yesterday.

What’s even worse is that she can’t remember what she said for shit. Okay, she remembers some minutes before Angie came back from the match and apologised for being so mad at her at the game, but, her conversation with George made it clear that she had gained conscious before that and he had told her to not fall asleep, which could mean absolutely nothing, but something on his face made her feel like she get it out something important.

She did not like that. The feeling of not being in control of the situation.

Honestly, she normally isn’t in control of the situation anyways, but she’s still feeling like this. She’s a dumbass.

And all these feelings made her feel like running away. Again. But she made a promise to George, now she isn’t running away ever again, so she resigned to avoiding him. Dumb idea, but she doesn’t know what to do other than this.

This avoiding situation isn’t like when she first got in the house, turning away everytime she saw him. Y/N don’t think she’s ever capable of turning her back on him again. Just three days getting used to his presence and she’s already craving it all over again.

She’s not planning to never speak to him ever again…just until she stops getting this nauseous thinking about yesterday. Which leads us to what happened today.

Seams like a love mosquito bit him in his sleep, as corny as it sounds, cause he seemed even more caring than before, inviting her for activities, offering her food, or even to cook for her. Of all days, why did he need to choose today?! Want to go to the city later? Sorry, George, I'm still tired from yesterday. Do you want me to grab you some medicine then? Don’t worry, I already took it. Let’s take a walk in the garden? It’s kinda windy today. Or even worse: Do you want some pancakes, Love? Uh…N-no, thanks. LOVE. Like…Ugh. She almost couldn't answer that one.

The face he makes afterwards it’s even worse, like little by little she’s breaking his heart, but she doesn’t know how to stop being awkward after the incident, so she doesn’t know how to stop it. She feels like kicking a puppy.

“It’s just…ugh”

“Take your time, sweetie.” Angelina responded sarcastically and received a slap, or attempted slap, from her friend. “Hey! I’m trying to help you here. Spill it out, what happened?!”

“I…I’m not really sure. The first memory I have after the fall it’s me sitting in the kitchen cabinet hugging him and him calling me Love…” She threw herself even more deeper in the bed, if that’s even possible, while swaying her feet. Angie ,being the angel that she is, matched Y/N’s energy and had a laughing fit.

“That’s what got your pants in a twist?!”

“Noooo, that's what happened right after I woke up. George said he had warned me to not fall asleep and I did it anyway, which means I woke up and talked to him but now I don't remember shit, which means I don't know what I accidentally let out!”

“Like what?” Angie looked at her confused.

“Like…” Y/N looked both ways and whispered, even though they were the only ones in the room. “Like the fact that he’s my soulmate!”

“Well, it’s about time!” she sighed “Poor boy has been searching for you for years, the last few months he even stopped dating, i think he doesn’t want to be with someone who isn’t his soulmate.” Angie took the blanket off her friend's face. “And you, Missy, also deserve to be happy. You’re so damn perfect to each other it wouldn’t even need a mark to see you are soulmates. I still don’t get why you didn’t tell him already.”

“It’s hard…i…uh-well.” Not even once she mentioned to Angie the things that happened back in Hogwarts, that’s why she has no clue.

Logically, the words they threw at her back then were exactly that: Just words. But these “Just words” are on repeat in her head every time she makes progress with George. Though, Y/N has to admit the voices are getting quitter, like all these times her heart beats louder than then. She really really really likes that.

Now she just needs to get over this little incident and the anxiety that came with it. Hopefully she’ll still get the chance to tell the truth to George on her terms, maybe even get 100% over what happened when she was a teenager.

And maybe she could take the first step and talk about it with someone: Angelina.

“I don’t think I'm ready to tell him that, especially, because…because I think he deserves a soulmate better than me.

“What do you mean?” Angie’s voice sounded more concerned now.

“When we were in Hogwarts, some people used to make me feel like shit, like, intentionally, purposely made me feel like shit. And I get it that they were stupid dumb people, but, something of what they said stayed…i…for a long time i believed George was a victim of some kind of joke, by having me as soulmate, now i’m better at this tho.”

“Who said that?! Give me names and i’ll-” Angelina got up in one second, already to go throttling hands at these people, whose names she didn’t even know, but before she could do that, Y/N got up and stopped her.

“It doesn’t matter who said what.”

“It matters to me! You’re my best friend, I'm not letting anyone make you doubt yourself.”

“All of this doesn’t matter anymore.” Y/N looked down.

“You matter, Y/N” she turned face to face to her friend and put a hand on her shoulder. “Why didn't you tell me sooner? I’m your best friend, I'm supposed to be there with you in the ups and the downs too.

“I…in the beginning wasn’t anything serious, she- this person didn’t seem to be that bad, and when i noticed, things escalated and it all just got stuck with me. In these years I have alway i started to get over it. I'm not sad anymore, I don't have most of these bad thoughts anymore, but it’s like in these moments with George something holds me back from telling him. I…I love him, and I don't want to hurt him anymore, but I'm not ready to tell him yet.”

For a minute Angelina just looked at her friend, trying to figure her out.

“Okay, I'll leave the soulmate thing alone for now, but you should really talk to him, atleast about today, he seems kinda sad.” She gave her friend a kiss in the temple before heading out. “You know what to do”

She really does.

Saying it’s better than doing. Especially if your target is nowhere to be seen.

Y/N is not that sad about that though, she’s been trying to find the guts to go after him. She’s been all morning trying to come up with a reason for her awkwardness, how to explain it without saying too much or not saying too less and sounding like a jerk. She figured she would come with the words when she finds him, but knowing her, she’ll probably be too stunned to speak.

After her talk with Angelina she spent most time in her room, but now, in the middle of the afternoon, a few hours before dinner, she decided to put her plan into action. Well, her lack of plan, but anyway. The house is awfully crowded today, something about the decorations or the cake that they really needed to check, but when the subject is weddings, it’s always about the decorations and the cake.

It’s not all that bad though, in this environment it is way too easy to hide in a crowd, this feeling of being exposed because of your feelings loses power, it’s way easier to think in conditions like this. Especially if you’re walking back and forth around the house looking for someone who’s apparently not there.

Unless he’s hiding from her. She wouldn’t blame him though, not after this morning.

She could have asked around where he is, afterall, she saw his siblings all day, there’s so many Weasley’s in the house that no matter where she goes, there’s probably gonna be a Weasley there, or she will inevitably find one. Just not the one she wants to find.

Mentally tired after running around most of the evening, she let herself fall on the living room's sofa.

Then, out of nowhere, a little one with red hair. She recognized him from dinner, one of Fleur and Bill’s children. Eric is probably the most energetic of his brothers, he’s the most open to talk and play with the other guests, that’s probably the reason he’s here now.

“Hi, Y/N” The little kid gave her a half-toothless smile and she sat on the edge of the sofa to get closer to him.

“Hi, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m good…well, my brothers don’t want to play with me.” he spoke in his high-pitched voice and pouted. Her heart melted with cuteness.

“Poor baby,” she sympathized with him and gave him a pat on the head “why did they leave you lonely?”

“They’re eating cookies with grandma in the garden, they don’t want to play with me.”

“They’re eating right now, Baby, I think the other kids might want to play with you, don’t you think so?”

“I don’t want to play with them…”

The way his pout deepened and his puppy eyes made her realize what he wanted.

“I’m not busy right now, do you wanna play with me?” Y/N smiled sweetly at him. His face lit up in joy and she realized she had read him right. Kids are really sweet.

“Yes! Let’s play!” little Eric started pulling her by the hand “Come up, Y/N!”

“Okay okay!” She laughed. “What are we going to play?”

“hmmm….” He pondered “Let’s play hide-n-seek!”

“Sure…Hide-n-seek that is!”

Y/N probably shouldn't be playing right now and should stick to the plan, but she couldn’t say no to that sweet little face, he looked like a lost puppy, it would be criminal to let him go alone, and she could search for him while playing. Two birds with one stone.

“I search or do you-” Before she could even say anything, the boy started running away.

“You’ll never catch me, Y/N!” The little one ran away laughing aggressively, just like a little red-haired villain. She looked at him running off wondering if that just happened or if it was her imagination.

“....I’ll guess I'll search for him.” Y/N mumbled to no one in particular.

Going in all fashion, she decided to give him a head start of fourteen seconds and started counting loudly 1…2…3…4…5…, if you’re invited by a kid to a kid’s play it’s your duty to make it as best as possible.

She started looking at the first floor. He’s a small kid, he probably didn’t go far, right? Wrong, what he lacks in height he makes up for in energy, he was nowhere to be seen. Maybe George wasn’t hiding from her, maybe she’s just really shitty at finding people.

After a few minutes trying to find the young boy, she heard the cracking of the floor to the left. A sign that the boy was near.

She got closer and closer to her sound, her steps as light as a feather to not scare him off and to not lose him of sigh. She walked slowly until she found herself close to a turn, where the noise was coming from. She had the perfect chance to catch him, so she took a silenced step in front of the other.

And the other.

BANG

She jumped in front of the kid. The only problem was that there were no children there, just a stupidly handsome red-haired man.

She finally caught him.

Even though her heart was threatening to come out of her chest, she could feel her stubborn mouth turning up and she beamed at the sight of him.

Bittersweet sixteen suddenly.

The man jumped from the scare, dropping the tool that he was using In his… Project.

“Damn, woman! You scared the shit out of me.” he breathed out a laugh.

“That’s rich coming from you!” she couldn’t hold the laughter in his face and he rolled his eyes. “What are you doing here,” she eyes all the materials on the ground “And what are these things?”

“That’s classified information” the difference was minimal, his features became more serious, dare I say guarded? “Do you want to help me? It’ll be fun, but you’re so busy today, maybe you don’t have time for fun” He tried to make it sound like a joke, but she can still see that his feelings are hurt.

Here comes the first step to the make up plan.

“Well, count me in”

“Really?” His face lighted up in a smirk

“Really…Wait what are we doing?”

“We’re pranking Percy”

“What?! But-”

“No take backs! You’re stuck with me now” He bent down and fussed over his things

She sighs as if this wasn't the thing she wanted most.

“What are we gonna do?”

“We’re putting a pie on his room’s door that’ll turn him into a rat. Trying something new, ya’ know?”

“I see you haven't lost your touch”

“I could never. Fred and I need to always try new things at the shop. Let’s make this pie.”

He took his things in one hand, took her hand in the other and headed down to the kitchen.

Making the pie was really something else. Back at Hogwarts she never tricked someone like the twins or helped them trick someone, indeed, they never let someone help them in these things, so this is new territory for her.

The most complicated part was keeping the others out of the kitchen, trying to find excuses for the closed kitchen, but they always figured something out.

When it reached Angie’s mom’s ears that Y/N and George were alone in the kitchen she got immediately there, probably because of his reputation of being a troublemaker, but Y/N talked her out of kicking them out of their kitchen. She promised the older woman that the kitchen would still be here by night and she's really trying to keep the promise.

Making the pie was a process of trial and error and a few hours later, they finally had the pie, dubbed "Poisoned Rat", and a filthy kitchen. It was time to clean up.

“I didn’t know pranking was this hard” She signed, taking a seat by the table, that was all dirty, just like the rest of the kitchen. “My respect for you guys increased…well, kinda”

“Well you weren't that bad at it…kinda” She slapped his arm and he laughed.

“I warned you I'm not good at cooking!”

“Not good is an understatement”

“At least we do have a pie now! Percy will never see it coming, now we have to clean this mess though.”

“Hmmm later” He hummed while sitting next to her.

“George, come on, Angie’s mom will kill me.” She tried to get up but he grabbed her and directed her back down.

“Sit with me a little, stop trying to run away, okay?”

“I…uh, I guess you noticed.”

“My favorite person rejected me all day, it’s hard not to notice, ya’ know? Don’t tell Fred i said that” He gave her a bittersweet smile.

“I’m sorry George” He bringed her chair closer to his and took his hands in hers “I really am, i just…I felt really embarrassed about yesterday. I didn’t like being that vulnerable.”

“You can be vulnerable with me, i hope you know that, Y/N”

“I know! It’s just, not having control over it sucked, and I don't even remember some things I said! I…it felt awkward, sorry.”

“I’m not mad, it just sucked to see you running away from me”

“That’s the last thing I wanted, George, I just didn’t know how to deal with it, with the aftermath of what i’ve said”

“About what you said, back in Hogwarts, there were people messing with you, like Natasha? You said something along those lines.” His hurt turned into worry.

“I…Well…”

“C’mon love, you can tell me.”

“I know, well, back to the beginning Natasha sounded harmless, i was excited to make friends so i let some things pass as misunderstandings, she wouldn’t do anything to me mentality, then it got worse, and worse, till it got physical.”

“Like yesterday?”

“Like yesterday, I thought after all these days she would have grown up, but I guess she didn’t. She used to make me feel so small, helpless, like I was a burden, and dumb, and ugly, simply not good enough.”

“I remember sometimes you would try to cut us out of your life,” read as cut me out of your life “was it because of them?”

“It’s hard to think good things about yourself when everyone else is telling the opposite” she took notice of how worried she looked. She didn’t want pity. “But it’s all in the past, really, I'm better these days. Don’t worry about me”

“How could I not worry about you? Y/N you’re the most special girl i’ve met in my entire life, there’s no one like you. I can’t believe anyone out there made you feel less than this. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me someone was making you feel less than this. Why?”

“I didn’t want to burden you. I mean you’re you and i’m just…me”

He looked troubled, he couldn't believe she was saying this. His favorite girl in the world was feeling like nothing and he didn’t notice. Even worse, that’s probably why she never told him about the soulmate thing, they got whatever lie they said so damn deep in her heart that she believed it.

“And I love that you’re you. Wouldn’t want it any other way” She couldn’t hold the laughter.

“I’m sorry, it’s really corny but you’re really sweet.”

“I’m never saying anything like that again” He faked offense

“I hope so” This time he pretended to try to get up but she pulled him back down “I’m sorry! I couldn't miss this chance”

“Never again, but, seriously, you’re so damn amazing, if you start to feel like that again talk to me, okay?”

“Okay, Georgie.”

“Really, and you need to learn how to say ‘no’ too, if people start messing with you cuz of it, tell me. I’ll help you out”

“I do know how to say ‘no’”

“You don’t, I know you weren't comfortable figuring out where to put these families all alone, you need to learn how to stand up for yourself. But don’t worry, I'll stand up for you while you can’t, and I'm not going anywhere.”

“Thanks, George” She stood up and faced him with open arms, waiting for a hug. He didn’t think twice and stood up and hugged her tight, putting his head on top of hers.

“Don’t worry about it, Love”

She blushed and murmured.

“Why do you keep calling me Love? So embarrassing…”

“Really? I remember yesterday you telling me how much you love it”

Y/N hid her face in the hug.

“Ugh i can’t lie, i actually do…Babe”

He laughed and looked at her.

“Babe? Where did this come from?”

“I don’t know! I was trying to make you see how embarrassing that is”

“I’m not embarrassed, I love it. Don’t ever call me George again!”

“I really can’t win with you, can i? You’re the definition of trouble.”

“Yesterday you said you loved it, and said how handsome i am, and funny, and-”

“George!”

Seems like Y/N’s face was getting redder and redder by each sentence. George wasn’t letting any stupid person like Natasha get in their way ever again, he just hoped that she could really listen to him this time and let him be there for her.

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chaosreadingnerd · 3 months ago

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Wait for me?

Series masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad); quidditch accident; A little bit of George's POV

Words: 5K

Autor notes: My favorite chapter until nowwww

Just let me be close to you - 03

“I believe in true love. I believe in love at first sight. I believe love conquers all. And that doesn't mean there's not gonna be hard days or difficult things to deal with, because there will be. But finding that person who does it for you and knowing that person loves you back it just makes everything so much easier.” -Haley James Scott, One tree hill.

“I know, mom, i know” Y/N signed to the phone and laid on her back in her bed. Katie decided to take a quick jog, but soon she would be back and she didn’t need to hear this kind of conversation.

Usually, wizards would communicate with their families with letters and owls, but, even though half of her family isn’t muggle, a significant part is, and after so much time spend only in the muggle world, Y/N and her immediate family have noticed that communicating with phones is a lot easier.

That doesn’t mean she stopped sending letters, she’s still fond of them.

“Don’t talk back like that, little missy. I’m serious, and you should be too, not only that friend of yours is getting married, but cousin Sarah got engaged to her soulmate yesterday too” Her mom sounded annoyed on the phone, which is no surprise, she's always annoyed when the subject is her lovelife.

The feeling is mutual.

“Really? Good for her” She is really happy for Sarah, but it sounded more snappy than happy.

It all started after the war: rushing to meet her soulmate and get married, her mom acts like if she yells enough she might meet her soulmate sooner.

I mean, she already met him, but that's not the point.

In the beginning this type of calls would be rare, like once in a month, then she got her first muggle boyfriend. This made something snap.

Matt was her first attempt in getting over George. It was really selfish of her to try to start a relationship to get over the other, even if it didn't even start, but she really thought she could love Matt.

The first dinner with her parents really went well, but she felt something was off. She just got what was wrong when a month later they broke up and her parents started these intervention sessions.

They didn’t end up on bad terms, they just realized they weren't made for each other, since then she didn’t enter any relationships, she had a date here and there, but nothing serious.

Maybe Geroge was having more luck in that aspect.

“Y/N. Don’t talk like that to your mom” her father's voice echoed in the room, but a little too far to be the one holding the phone. Her mother actually put it on speakerphone to scold her.

“I just didn’t have the luck to meet him, what can I do?” The girl took a deep breath trying to not get worked up. Arguing with them is Like talking with a wall.

“Well if you stopped going on random dates maybe he would show up, and didn’t your father learn a spell that could help you find him?” If Y/N could she would throw it on the wall. This damn spell is hard, even repulsive in her opinion. It would make her throw up for weeks until she found him, maybe something related to the mecânica behind it, like using a cheat code to find your other half could hurt you.

“I already said it. I'm not using that damn thing to find him. Couldn't you wait just like me? What are you so anxious for? I'm happy and fine, shouldn't that be enough?” She could feel her eyes threatening to water. The burn of crying.

“You’re not happy. After the war you-”

“And finding a soulmate is gonna fix that?!”

“Stop the attitude, little missy”

She had enough of it.

“Look, i’m busy right now, wedding plans and all, i got to go…love you.”

“We love you too, take care.”

And with that one of the most torturous experiences of her life ended. It only doesn't win as the most torturous experience because they would probably call again until the wedding.

They aren't bad bad parents, they’re just terribly anxious, just like her. Her parents always treated her with love and kindness, always were at school events and sent her letters almost everyday ever since she began in Hogwarts, it’s just that they fell so sickly in love that they want it for everyone, including their daughter. They can be a lot passionate about it.

This got worse after the war. Maybe it was not just the feeling that she was giving up on finding her soulmate that scared them, maybe it was seeing in war how life can end in front of your eyes that got them like this, like there wasn’t enough time. They need to understand that living like this isn’t really living, it is surviving.

Understanding that the fact that life could end on a random Thursday means you need to live life to it’s fullest, not living fearing tomorrow.

Sadly, Y/N now has to live with that. Hopefully it’ll get better after all these weddings, maybe she’ll convince them to go on vacation to ease the nerves.

These calls always darkened her mood and days like this weren't the best ones either. But today is not any of these unimportant days, she’s here to celebrate Angie and Fred’s love and she's not gonna let them down, so she better put on of her best smiles in her face and go face the world again.

Just more five minutes of self depreciation and she’ll be brand new.

…

Ok, maybe after ten minutes.

BANG

“Ah!!” Y/N screamed as she fell off the bead. Today definitely isn’t her day. The girl opened her eyes, feeling sore from the fall, and found the brown eyes of Katie Bell.

“Y/N!” Katie stood beside her friend. “I’m just super excited, guess what we’re doing today!” The girl wasn’t lying, and she was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

“Uh…I don't know, baking?” She tried her best to match Katie's humor, but after that call, and after falling from the bed, it’s hard.

“We're playing quidditch in the backyard!” Katie smiled “Angelina and Fred wanted to do something fun with the bridesmaid and the groomsmen, since not everyone knows each other well, y'know?”

“Sounds fun, when will we go play?” This time her smile was truer. Maybe this will make her forget what happened.

“We’re getting breakfast before going. Are you coming?” Katie asked before heading out again.

“I'll see you there”

Breakfast with that many families sharing a house was almost like a party. Few rooms were vacant, all the others were bubbling with conversation and laughter.

Y/N, the bride, the groom and all their friends took a table to the garden to enjoy the sunny day, close to the place where they will play quidditch.

It’s funny how things can change overnight. Now, instead of avoiding George, Y/N is making an effort to be close to him. Actually, making an effort to not think too much of it, afterall, she always wanted to be close to him. So, even if her heart was threatening to leap out of her chest, she took a set beside him and helped him with his coffee.

Also, it’s funny how some things never change. George still likes his pancakes with berries, Y/N still finds him the funniest person on the table -actually, In every table- and Angie’s glare at Y/N is still as hard as in Hogwarts. Angie found this situation stupid then and still thinks it’s stupid now.

Now, after everyone finished, they reunited in vast feud between two big trees that grow in an “Y” shape that could easily be used as goals. She’s kinda nervous to be playing again, it’s been years since she flies on a broom, but it must be like bikes, right? You never forget how to use it. It didn’t help that she wasn’t that good in Hogwarts either, she never made it to the quidditch team, but even if losing almost every time, she always had fun playing.

Anything to forget today’s call.

Damn it, she remembered again.

“Everyone is here?” Lee Jordan asked

“I think so, did Leah and Hanna get back from the bathroom?” Katie answered.

Y/L took a look around the space zooming out. She didn’t remember this place from the last time she visited the Johnsons, maybe she wanted it done for the wedding. Considering that the two most extravagant and outgoing people were getting married, it's not impossible.

“Quite the view, right?” George mentioned beside her, taking a look at the paisaje.

“Yeah, playing here it will be awesome” She smiled at him and got closer to his ear “Even with you appearing like a ghost i didn’t get surprised. You’ll have to work on your game”

“You’re getting bold.” He lagged “Next time you won’t even hear me coming.”

“I pay too much attention to you for that to happen.” Y/N said without even thinking. Just when the deeper meaning of her words got to her, Y/N's face turned red and George’s smirk got bigger. In an attempt to hide her shyness, she linked their arms and started dragging him back to the group. “Let’s go back to the group, they must be starting the game.”

George didn’t dare to say or do anything, he just enjoyed the view of her.

Returning to the group, they’re still on the ground with no signs of starting the game anytime soon, all still busy chatting.

“Oh now that the love birds are finally back we can get this started” Fred joked earning a slap in the arm from his fiance, who probably said to him to don’t do anything stupid and not scare Y/N off.

“Oh, fuck off!” George said to his twin while Y/N took her arm off of his in a blink.

George resisted the urge to put their arms back together and resigned to standing close to her.

While they were talking, Leah finally got to their meeting, but Hanna's absence caught their attention, and even worse, something horrible was creeping beside the girl, something pure evil, something like Natasha. Y/N was hoping she was having heat stroke symptoms and started seeing things.

“Hey, where is Hanna? And what is Nathasa doing here? She isn’t a bridesmaid.” Angie asked the two of them, not making an effort to hide her discontentment.

Y/N never shared with anyone the things Natasha was doing to her, not even with Angie, but the girl, being the amazing best friend and human being that she is, caught up that something has been happening and instantly took Y/N’s side. Angie is good like that.

“She wasn’t feeling well and went back to her room and while I was coming here, Natasha asked if she could come too, and now that we’re missing a person, i didn’t think much of it and let her come along” Leah shrugged.

“It sounded so fun! You guys don’t mind if I play too right?” Natasha smiled at them, anyone would think it was a sweet smile, but Y/N knew her too well, especially when her eyes stopped on her a little too long. Oh well.

“It’s fine, I guess…” Angie rolled her eyes and tried to be more cheerful. “This is how it’s gonna be: I'll toss a coin for each one, you'll be team bride with head, or team groom with tails” She pretended to “be mad” trying to mess with the groom. “We’ll be doing this until one of the teams is full, the rest will go to the other. C’mon, guys, make a line.”

The group started doing the line as asked, soon enough the game would start.

“You’re hoping to be on the bride’s team, right?” George asked her.

“Obviously. I make a good team with Angie, she’s my best friend after all. What about you? Hoping to be on Fred’s? I suppose that will make us enemies.” She smiled at him.

“Actually, I'm hoping to be on your team.” His smile has a kind of teasing undertone. Just like his personality. This time she didn’t turn away, even if blushing.

“You’re cheeky today”

“I’m just honest” Her smile deepened, not breaking eye contact. He put a hand behind her and took them to the line. “C’mon, let’s see if destiny is on my side.”

The first one to go was George, Angie flipped the coin with her right hand, got with her left and turned on the back of her right hand. Heads, team of the bride.

He gave the bride a high five and waited for Y/N's turn behind Angie with a look of expectation. It 's now or never.

“You’re my best friend, you better come to my team!” Angie joked while flipping the coin once again. Y/N could've sworn that she saw the coin going heads in her left hand, that is, when she turned the coin in the back of her hand it should have been tails. Then, once again: Heads, the team of the bride.

She looked confused and happy at the result, but then one look at George’s face and she figured it all out. He has just finished casting a spell. With a smirk on her face, she gave Angie a quick hug and went to meet with George, whose happiness matched hers.

“You’re trouble, really.” She whispered to him, trying to not look suspicious and drew them attention.

“You wound me, Y/N!” He faked innocence. “All I wanted was to be on the same team as you. Luck is on my side.”

“Definitely trouble, the good kind of trouble”

“My dear, Y/N, I think our destinies are intertwined. This is prof.”

He had no idea how much.

The moment she thought the day couldn't get any worse she couldn't have been more wrong. Murphy’s law is proven right. Again.

Shocking a total of 0 people, these years she didn’t play quidditch didn’t do any good to her, quite the opposite. She’s playing as a chaser. She is not motor-coordinated enough to be a beater, nor is she fast enough to be a seeker. The chaser position should be the ideal position for her. Keywords: Should be.

The bride’s team is losing to the groom’s team by a score of 10 to 15. It's not a landslide victory, but it’s enough to make Angie snappy, probably her old capitan coming to light once again. It’s a good thing Y/N never made it to the team, playing against Agie would be harsh.

“Y/N!” Angie screamed flying beside her “Eyes on the Quaffle. I'm going to kill you if you lose the goal again!” And just like that she’s gone again, going after the Golden Snitch.

Getting the Quaffle back wasn’t a problem to Y/N, she wasn’t good, but wasn’t that bad either, but her aim…It definitely is something else. She aimed wrong, not one, two, not even five times, but eight, and it was driving Angelina crazy.

Trying to not embarrass herself any further, she tried to concentrate twice as much on the game, eyes on Quaffle the whole time, she flew past the adversary team, almost standing in front of the goalkeeper.

The other times she lost it cuz she got nervous and tried too much to aim at the goal, so, if she tried the opposite, maybe she would finally score for once, and that’s what she did. Without thinking much, she threw the Quaffle to one of the trees that was being used as a goal, and the goalkeeper, thinking she was using the same modus operandi, was surprised by the sudden change of attitude.

Score!

“Well done, Y/N!” George gave her a high five before going back to the game.

Take that, suckers!

Full of confidence, she was finally seeing a light at the end of the tunnel, a last hope for Quidditch. Then, when the Keeper threw the Quaffle back, she went at full speed after it.

Then she was thrown to the side, almost falling. And in front of her, Natasha’s smiling face . “Not so fast, Y/N. Beginner luck isn’t getting you anywhere” Fury blurred Y/N’s vision and she runned -well, flew- after Natasha, it wasn’t just about the game, it’s about all these years when she didn’t stand up for herself.

With George and Tony, one of the groomsmen, she tried and tried and tried to get the quaffle back without any success, but she wasn’t giving up anytime soon. Maybe Angie could catch the Golden Snitch before the end of the game, all Y/N had to do was keep Natasha busy.

And maybe make a few points, for the restoration of your ego.

Keeping the ego in check is important, because just when Natasha was getting even more smug, if that’s even possible, she made a mistake and didn’t keep her guard up: The perfect time for Y/N to take action, and she did, finally stealing the Quaffle.

“Try to keep it up, Natasha!” Y/N confidently shouted to her opponent as she flew at high speed towards the goal on the other side of the field.

Once again: Keeping the ego in check. A simple distraction could be the end of everything. She wasn’t the only one who got happy when she finally stole the Quaffle, George also cheered for her. He’s one of the best beaters she knows, he and his twin brother always were successful because of this in Hogwarts, but even the best ones can let their guard down, and sadly he did.

When he least expected, a bludger came running out of nowhere in his direction, any keeper would’ve seen that, but he was distracted, so Y/N took a turn.

She had the ebay intentions doing that, she would pull him away from the Bludger and then she would return to her original route.

Y/N did pull him away from the Bludger and away from the danger. The worst happened just after.

Before she could follow part 2 of the plan, something -or someone- pushed her again to the side, with full force this time.

What scared her was the force gravity was pulling her to the ground and the way the green grass was getting closer and closer by second.

Then it all turned black.

George couldn’t believe anyone could be more shameless than Nathasha Johnson, he really wanted to scream at her face for what she did, but his mother raised him better than this, though he would do this for Y/N.

Y/N who is now laying on the ground unconscious while Natasha had the guts to fake cry that she didn’t mean for this to happen, but he saw the look on her face when she pushed Y/N on the damn ground.

He will need to talk to her about this later, but first she needs to wake up.

As soon as he saw what was happening, he tried to save her from the fall, sadly, he wasn’t fast enough. His thoughts running miler per second, he put her head in his lap and desperately tried to wake her up.

“Y/N, c’mon.” He called her, testing if this would make her gain conscience. People have gotten really hurt while playing quidditch. She really needs to wake up. “C’mon, Love, open your eyes. please.” He tried shaking her, calling her, anything that could help her wake up.

In seconds, all of the friend group -and stupid Natasha- flew down to see Y/N’s state.

“Hey, give her space.” He tried to protect her from the little crowd that was gathering around these two.

“George, what happened? She fell down?” Angie asked him, getting worried by the second.

“We need to take her away from here. Get first aid.” He said while picking the girl up, with her legs in his arms and her head on his shoulder.

“Let’s take her back to the house. I think I have a first aid kit somewhere in there. The rest of the group stay here, she needs space.”

“Look, i didn’t mean to-” Natasha started to try to gain empathy, but George cut her off.

They rushed back to the house, gaining looks of curiosity and empathy from the guests they passed by. Angie guided them to the kitchen.

“The house is kinda crowded right now, here’s the best place for her right now. While i go look for the first aid kit, if she’s getting heavy you can put her on-”

“Don’t worry, go find the kit. I’ll take care of her.”

Angie has always known he had a certain liking towards Y/N, and this time there was no doubt about his feelings or his intentions, so she just nodded and headed out of the kitchen, trying to remember where they had put the kit.

Now that the adrenaline is finally calming down, he takes a moment to look at her face. How can a face so damn pretty make him worry so damn much?

Between the two of them, he knows he is the troublemaker one, but Y/N doesn’t stay behind. It seems like she attracts trouble, so it wasn't a surprise in fourth year in Hogwarts when he noticed that he really really likes her -never “liked”, this verb could never be in the past-, and it wasn’t a surprise in Fred and Angelina’s engagement party he took notice that she had a mark in her shoulder, a soulmate mark, like a firework shaped like a hart, just like his and in the same place. It all clicked into place.

No one has made his heart beat faster than Y/N and his best moments in Hogwarts always had her too. When he got his soulmate mark by sixth year, the first thought he had in mind was hoping that Y/N had the same mark as his, then it seemed like each year she was getting more and more away, sleeping through his fingers. Then the war happened, and he almost never saw her again.

In those years she was away he tried to date, tried to get over her and find his soulmate, but his thoughts always came back to her. Like getting his heart broken a thousand times. Then a couple months back in the engagement party he saw her again, it was like time stopped. Especially when, for the first time, he saw her in a strapless dress, and on her shoulder was the sign he was waiting all along.

Being with her felt natural, even after these years, and seeing her blush had the same effect on him that it did in Hogwarts, but something was holding her back. Y/N is the sweetest, smartest and bravests girls he meet in his entire life, even if she didn’t acknowledge that, but she was also really shy, and he know sometimes things would get to her head, an anxiety creeping in, so it wasn't a surprise when he felt like she was guarded up, hiding something.

Or maybe it was a soulmate sixth sense.

But this getaway is his chance, until the wedding he will make sure they’re okay and he will break her walls one by one, he has loved her since they were sixteen, he will not let this chance go to waste. All he ever wanted was to be close to her, like all soulmates do, even before he knew she was her soulmate.

Actually, it’s really good that she is his soulmate. In his eyes, no other stood a chance to her.

Y/N’s eyes started fluttering open and George felt finally like breathing again.

“George, where…?” She tried to take her head from his shoulder, but gave up, probably feeling nauseous.

“Hey, we are in the kitchen, let me put you down.” He gently put her on the balcony and stood between her legs, for if she started getting dizzy again. “How are you feeling, Love? You feel down while playing.” Natasha pushed her, but he didn’t want her getting worked up in this state.

“I feel sleepy, I just want to-” Before she could close her eyes he gently shaked her. She really shouldn't sleep right now.

“You can’t do that now, we need to check on you. If you’re feeling tired, you can rest on my shoulder, but do not fall asleep”

Doing as told, she let her head fall against his shoulder, not only that, but she put her arms lazily around his torso too, in a kind of a weird hug. George found it endearing. He put his arms around her too and for a second they stayed like that in silence. George was starting to wonder if she fell asleep against his best advice then she started giggling. Maybe she lost her shit. Even if she did he would still love her, craziness and all.

She always did have a craziness streak anyway.

“You called me love, it’s been years since you called me that” She was smiling so sweetly he could just melt there and then.

“True.”

“I love when you call me Love…Love, Love, Love. I like the sound of that.”

“I love calling you that, Love” More giggles. The fall really took a toll on her.

“I wanna be your love….” She mumbled, probably hoping he wouldn't hear it, but he did. Just this time he’ll give her a break and not say a thing about it. “I’m sorry for leaving”

“You already said you’re sorry, I believe in you.”

“I just wanted to say that I am…well sorry, I always we’ll be…People were just getting in my head, about me…I just didn’t want to get heartbroken by you too…I couldn't…Handle that.”

Wait a minute.

“People?” George asked her, he knew it was wrong to ask her in a moment of vulnerability, but he needed to know if the reason she bolted was for external reasons. He really needed to know how to fix that.

“Mean people.”

“Like Natasha?”

“Yeah…Like her.” Y/N’s face darkened. Maybe George was starting to get it.

“Well, don’t think much of her, she’s a dumbass” The giggles he heard after that comment lightened the mood.

“Were these mean people that made you go away?”

The way her hug tightened was enough response.

“I never really wanted to lose you.”

“You’d never lose me, Love, even if we hadn't met in ten years, i’d find my way back to you” A sudden pressure in his check made him realise he was getting lost in thought. The realization of what just happened made him blush.

“You really are sweet, do you know that?”

“Only to you.”

“No…I’ve seen you around others, you’re cool like that.”

“I’m especially cool to you, then”

“Yeah…I like that”

Y/N didn’t even notice she had closed her eyes again, nor did remember exactly what she had talked about with George. All she knows is that she’s in the same position she was before, now with a patch around her head.

Opening her eyes, they met with George looking at her.

“Hey Love, I told you not to sleep. At Least Angie got to make sure you were okay.” She tried not to blush furiously at the nickname.

“Where is she?”

“She’s entertaining the rest of the guests. She said she would come back soon.”

Angelina was probably super mad at her. She made a fool of herself again, she should’ve paid attention.

And with that, all these bad feelings she was bottling up since early today started coming out, her eyes getting watery until she could no longer huddle.

“Y/N? What's up?” He looked at her with worry, his hands trying to dry the tears that flew down her face. “Love, talk to me. Are you hurting?”

Maybe it was the care that he was holding her with, or maybe the tone of his voice, but it was like she didn’t feel to guard up anymore, at least about this. She jumped in his arms giving him a tight hug, like her life depended on it, and George, the sweet human being that he is, hugged her as tight.

“It’s just…It’s too much, my head is hurting, my feelings are hurting, and i’m pretty sure Angie is mad at me to, i made such a fool of myself, and earlier today my parents called, they’re pressing me to….Pressing me to go get married fast, cuz cousin Marie, Lya, who cares?! Is getting married and is a problem that I'm not, like, I get it that you’re worried, but why do you have to be so mean about it?! And then, and then there’s Natasha pushing me out of my broom and everything hurts and I'm so damn tired, I just want today to be over.”

“I’m really sorry about all of that, Love” He gave her a peak on the forehead and deepened their hug. “Atleast about Angelina, she’s not mad, you know how she gets on games. She was worried sick about you. She only went back to the game when you gained consciousness and I said I would take good care of you.”

“Do you mean that?” She felt a bit better.

“Of course, i would never lie to you”

“Thanks, George”

“You’re welcome, Y/N”

“I don’t know what I can do about the other things though.”

“This is all that i need” She hid her face in his chest. “Can we stay like this a bit longer?” Her voice was muffled by their proximity and the fabric of his sweater.

“As long as you need.”

As if he would ever let her go.

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chaosreadingnerd · 3 months ago

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Wait for me?

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Fem! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad)

Words: 4.8K

Autor notes: I'm planning on doing a masterlist soon! Thanks for the love on the first chapter <3 i'm in my exam week, help.

Loathing

“I love you not only for what you are but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out” -Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“It’s so damn stressful, ya know? I have to see the seamstress again, talk with the buffet guys, the decoration guys, the band and the ceremonialist, and on top of that more family from my and Fred’s side is coming today and Fred will be out all day talking with the suit guy, cuz, apparently someone stole his suit or whatever. Don’t ever let me get married again.”

Angelina barged in Y/N and Katie’s room early in the morning because of the stress, and since then she’s been walking in circles yapping nonstop. Considering all of this and her tired eyes, she probably couldn't catch a blink tonight.

Yet, only because she didn’t sleep, do they need to be woken up out of nowhere? I see how it is.

“Calm down, Angie,-” Katie, who was still in her pajamas in the bed beside Y/N’s, yawned and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes “we’ll figure something out, have you talked with Fred?”

“We tried to solve it yesterday before trying to sleep, but i didn’t see him today. The tailorman asked him to come early, he can’t waste time so he wanted to work early considering that the wedding is in six days. I need your help, girls. please.” Angie pleaded while sitting on Y/N’s empty bead, looking at her friends.

Y/N, who was at the dressing table, tying her hair into a messy braid, smiled at her friend and went to sit with her in her bed.

“Close your eyes.” She took her friend’s hands in hers and waited, but Angie just looked at her in confusion “C’mon!” Angis signed and did as her friend asked her “Now take a deep breath, forget about these problems and think of the wedding, the party, of finally becoming ms. Weasley” finally a smile showed up on her face “You just gotta hold on a little bit more!” She shoved Angie in the sheets and started laughing beside her.

“Bold of me to think you were serious!” Angelina rolled her eyes, but was not really annoyed at the girl.

“You guys didn’t get up already?! Today we’re busy.” Katie showed up out of nowhere beside them, pajamas long gone and hair flawless.

“Ugh i forgot i could use magic to get ready. I’ve spent too much time in the muggle world”

From time to time, Y/N would reflect if it all wasn’t too much effort to get over some guy, in some quiet midnights she would think of what would happen if she decided to go back, then all that anxiety from not being able to erase the past, or, at least warn her younger self about her actions come back. It always comes back. So she stayed, far away from her doubts, running from her feelings forever, but not fast enough to block these thoughts out. Always addicted to the if only.

At Least the muggle world wasn’t bad. She’s from a half muggle half wizard family, so, no matter where she goes, she’s never really alone, and traveling she has met some really good muggles. Yet no one chooses “really good” to marry, right? So the loneliness only crept her ways in the middle of the night, when she’s by herself.

After all, George Weasley wasn't just some guy.

“Let’s distribute tasks. Divide and conquer, right?” Y/N suggested while getting up from the bed.

“No one else can talk to the ceremonialist, or the seamstress, only me, and some people in my family have some allergies I need to discuss with the chef.” Angie pondered.

“Then I'll see the decorations and the band. I'll owe you after, okay? So Y/N will welcome the guests.” Katie concluded, already taking notes.

“Sure! Do you know where you need to go?” Angie asked Katie, her face lightening up from her friends’ help. They were so busy making plans that they didn’t notice Y/N's downcast face.

She will have to talk to all these people? All by herself? In the center of the attention?

Y/N wasn’t sure when her problem with being the center of attention started, maybe when she tried to transform a pen into a cat, but she spelled the spell wrong and a friend behind said pen got turned into a mouse. In front of the whole class. At Least she didn’t live this traumatic experience alone.

Or, maybe it was one time in Snape’s class, when she was supposed to be making a potion that help with hair growth, it was a shared class with the Gryffindors, all of her friends were there, including George, and when Snape was supposed to inspect the potion, something went terribly wrong and the the cauldron started to bubble in a strange way, then the liquid exploded right in Snape's face, not only that, but, for a whole damn week his hair was blue. She heard whispers in the hallways for weeks and Snape didn’t leave her alone for a year. He really should work on getting over the past.

Curiously, none of these times were the reason, and even though she doesn’t like being the center of attention, she always has been outspoken. Well, kinda.

Now, she’ll have to face your fears and speak with too many people. Not only that, she'll have to organize these people, in a house that she literally doesn’t live in, people who she only has met once or twice, if that…

“Babes, you don't understand how much all your support means to me. Dad will be around if you need help finding the rooms. Will you be okay?” Angie asked with concern, she always knew about her friend's problems. She was there in Snape’s incident and wiped the tears from her face, she was there when she tripped in front of the whole school, and when she made her team lose the first and only time she tried to get in quidditch. After all these times, how could Y/N say no to one of the only people who were with her through it all? The answer is simple: She couldn't.

“I know Angie,” She tried to show her friend her best encouraging smile. “I'll be fine, just glad to ease the burden. Don’t worry about me”

Angelina definitely should’ve been worried about her. Only if she knew how catastrophically everything would go really damn wrong.

It all started when the first family arrived. Only three people: Angie’s Uncle, Aunt and cousin, should be easy. Then she forgot where they were supposed to stay.

Before going out, Angelina left a list with the names of the newly arrived and the rooms they were supposed to stay in -like, how much money do you have to earn to make such a big house?-, even if she writes like a three year old toddler, it is better than nothing. Theoretically.

It would be better if Y/N could read shit.

Seriously. The names of the family that just arrived are: Emily, the mother, Bob, the father, and little Timothy, the son, a very lovely family. However, in the list there’s at least scribbles that kinda looks like Bob, only if you squint a little. Now the kid is getting fussy, which means that the mother is now starting to get impatient and the father isn’t looking so pleased either.

She really should go find mr. Johnson.

“Could you wait a second here? I’ll talk with mr.Johnson for a second, okay? I'll be right back!” Y/N said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

The girl stormed out of the front hall in search of the older man. Looked in most rooms, halls, the garden, his office, damn, even in the bathroom -it would be too awkward if he was actually there-, Y/N needed to find him fast, she was too afraid to go back to the front hall without him after making them wait so long.

Ding-dong

Oh no, more people just now?

The witch rushed to the window to have a look at the trouble she got herself in, there is a cab in the front of the house: an older woman hand in hand with an older man, probably the parents, a young girl, probably not older than 12 years old, and… oh no, not she.

Nathasha Johnson, aka the worst girl Y/N L/N has met in her entire life.

When Y/N met Natasha it was in her first year in Hogwarts, when she was still a little girl trying to find her way in this new world. She was the first girl she met in her house, Ravenclaw, from afar she was all smiles and kind intentions. It was just when she got a closer look that she saw the poison dripping from her teeth. Not literally, of course.

It wasn’t obvious at first, her bad intentions. It was a comment about her skills here, or a comment about her appearance, about how she yapped too much, or even when she was too quiet -Is “did the cat get your tongue” the best you can do? really??-, all masked with funny jokes and good intentions, until she got meaner and meaner, so much Y/N couldn’t excuse her behavior anymore and cut her out, sadly along with her, half her house cut Y/N out too. At Least she still got her Gryffindors friends by her side.

Then it all got worse in her fifth year for no reason and got more…aggressive, but she didn’t tell anyone, cuz she didn’t want to bother their busy lives, especially with the war that was inevitable. After all, a school bully is just that: a pathetic school bully, and she wouldn’t have to see her ever again after school because she was a distant cousin of Angie that just happened to be in the same school as them.

It was a good thought until destiny punched her on the face.

She dragged her feet back to the beginning of her journey, hating what she was sure was coming next.

“Making the guests late? I always knew you were slow thinking, but that’s just blatantly rude” Natasha said, her voice snarky as ever. Bold of Y/N to think that people really mature after highschool.

“I-...” Years since the last time she saw her, literally one billion ways to answer that bitch and she can’t think of one. “I’ll see what i can do for you guys,” she turned her attention to the first family “i’m sorry for making you wait, i’m still kinda confused about the organization here. Let me see again on the list where you’ll be staging.” Y/N smiled sincerely at them, she really is sorry, even without Natasha’s comments.

“Years since school and you are still that slow? Too think some people evolve after school”

This time, Y/N couldn’t stop to think of a proper answer cuz she was too busy trying to decipher which one of these rooms Bob’s family will be staying in, literally back to the beginning. Maybe the room down the hall will be a good fit, but hasn’t Angie commented about a family that was extremely allergic to some insects that live in the grass so they needed to be allocated on the second floor? If she guides them to the wrong room it will be a headache to fix it.

“Sweetie, are you having trouble? Maybe you should’ve bringed David here. Where is he? The mother, ms. Daisy, asked. Now Y/n can really see the tiredness in her eyes and how her kid is really close from throwing a fit.

“I’m really sorry, but I don't know where he is. Don’t worry, just give me a second”

“Hasn’t she given you enough time?” Natasha really couldn't let her catch a break.

“You just arrived! You don’t know anything” Y/N can feel herself getting worked up. It would be best to find the damn room before she makes an even worse first impression in that family.

Her mind started running nonstop, thoughts so loud she didn’t feel the presence beside her, or the head looking over her shoulder.

“You can stay in the second room to the left, while Natasha’s family can stay down the hall to the right.” The families started to go on their ways while the girl sighed in fright, George Weasley once again appeared out of nowhere

“George, you scared me! Your mom should put a bell on you.” He barked out a laugh.

“I just helped you and you treat me like this? Next time i’ll turn a blind eye on it”

No, he wouldn’t, and Y/N knew that.

“What are you doing here? I thought you would go with your brother to the tailor.”

“And miss the opportunity to be with you a little more? i’d never.”

“Suuuure” The woman stated sarcastically, dragging the u “Anyway, how did you know which rooms they were staying in? I've been trying to decipher this for at least an hour!”

“Oh i didn’t”

She opened her eyes in surprise.

“George! If Angelina knows you did this I'm screwed!” Y/N crossed arms looking angry at the man.

The twins had this habit of acting without thinking, or not really caring about the consequences, she wasn’t sure.

“You were looking like a fish out of water there, if something happens to the rooms we can help them change later, okay? It'll be fine” The Red head smiled at the girl, who felt the butterflies in her stomach again even being angry at him. “Now stop frowning, it makes you look like a troll” He smirked when she looked at him in pure offense, then she gave him a light slap in the arm.

“How dare you?! You look like a troll!”

“Ouch! You would me, woman.” He rubbed the place she hit with an offended face. “You would be a cute troll”

“George” She warned, trying to hold the smile that was fighting to show up with all this nonsense.

Before they could talk more, a new family showed up by the front door.

“Stop joking around, L/N, we've got a job to do-” He turned to go help the family but she put a hand in his arm to stop him.

“Wait,” Now his attention is back at her “You don't have to do this, i can handle it on my own”

“I can help you tho” His once smirk turned into something sweeter.

“It will take time, like, a lot of time”

“I know”

“These families are impatient”

“I figured”

“You don't have to feel pressured to help me, really, i was just kinda nervous cuz that was the first family that came here, i'm really sure now i can figure something out, really-”

“Hey,-” George took her hand that was still in his arm and held it. She couldn't decipher that look on his face. “I want to help you, and we make a good team anyway.”

“I can’t count all the times that our projects resulted in disaster”

Y/N really couldn't get why on earth would he prefer to spend a whole day helping her. Even her didn’t want to be there.

“But we always got a laugh over it.”

“George.”

“Why? Didn’t you? If I remember correctly, you always did. Am I wrong?” By the look on his face, he wasn’t really unsure of the past, he just wanted to rub it on her face.

As if she would ever have a dull moment with him.

“You're right, but-”

“Will you let me help you?” His free hand also started holding her's, as if he knew the effect it would have on her.

“I…-” She could almost feel the heat in her cheeks. “Sure, but don't blame later when you get tired and bored”

“I'd never get bored with you. You're too funny” Y/N was once again left speechless while George rushed to welcome the new family. “Y/N come on, Don’t be lazy!”

Around the end of the afternoon finally all the hard work had been done, the families were allocated in their rooms.

George was a really helping hand in this, helping with luggage and stepping up when she didn’t know where to send these families, but after some time it became easier.

Now she isn’t really forced to do anything, but cousin Mia asked for a favor, just to bring her mother a glass of water. It's a bit of a silly favor to have to bring someone a cup of water, but Auntie Emilly has always been the sweetest to Y/N, so she didn't mind doing that favor for her.

Emily Johnson has always been her favorite in Angies family -If you don’t count Angie, of course-, she would play hide-in-seek with the kids, give them candy when the other adults weren’t looking, play dress up with the girls and hide the kids when they got into trouble. She has always been the fun aunt and even not knowing Mia that well, Y/N was sure she is a fun mother too.

Knock knock

“Who is it?” Emily’s voice echoed muffled from the other side of her room.

“It’s me, auntie!”

“Oh, Y/N! enter please”

Y/N opened the older woman’s door and stood by the doorframe.

“Hi Emilly, Mia asked me to take you a glass of water. Are you feeling ok?” She asked with concern.

“Come in, sweetie! Don’t just stand there,-” She patted the spot beside her in the bed “Come and sit with me”

With a big smile on her face, Y/N did as told.

“Here, your glass.” She tried to give Emilly the glass, but she refused.

“Don’t worry about me, Ernie gave me a glass before heading out” Her smile grew just by talking about her soulmate.

Ernie was always Emilly’s favorite topic, her first thought in the morning and her favorite person. Soulmates may not be something rare, but their love definitely is. If anyone wondered if true love really exists, just an evening with the couple and this person would never be the same, well, Y/N wasn’t the same.

When Y/N was younger, she used to dream she and George would be exactly like this, so damn in love. It’s sad that such a dream was pushed aside by other people. What's even worse is that she never confide such troubles with anyone, afterall, it was such a burden to carry, she didn’t want any of her loved ones to feel it. It was too heavy.

“He’s still the devoted husband, i see” she said with a grinning smile

“I made it very clear the day we married that the day he stopped caring would also be the day he wouldn’t have a wife anymore. He didn’t let me down in thirty years”

“Well, if you don’t want that water i should take it-” Before she could get up, Emilly stopped her.

“No no no, you’re not going anywhere before spilling the tea,” Y/N laughed out loud “How’s life treating you?”

“I’m fine, my job is doing well, I'm just really glad to see Angie taking the next step, y’know.” Her smile turned sweeter.

“Oh yes, Angie and this Weasley guy make a really cute couple. But what about you, dear? Any sign of your soulmate?”

Well, last time she saw him, he was in the garden.

“I don’t know, maybe I'm just not made for this…” made for love.

“What do you mean?”

“I-...Emilly, when you met Ernie, did you have any doubts?” Life is too short to take secrets to the grave, and, if she was willing to tell anyone a bit of what's happening in her mind, it would definitely be Emilly.

“About him?”

“No, more like…hypothetically speaking, what if your soulmate is good, too good for you, and you’re just…well, you, and maybe destiny made some kind of a sick joke.” She didn’t dare to look at Emilly trying really hard to control her teary eyes.

“Well, hypothetically speaking, i would say is a mistake to not let yourself live this, the day i met Ernie was the best day of my life, and that you are the beauty you see in the world, if there’s something of you in the things that you hate, there’s also something of you in the things that you love, also, there’s a reason for you soulmate to be the way he is, i don’t think bad people end up with bad people. Soulmates are for this, you know, for the good and the bad, for the moments of courage and insecurity, talk with him-,” she kissed her temple tenderly “And if you have…well, if you ever find him, tell me, okay?”

“Okay, i’ll…i’ll think about it,” She stood up with the glass in her hands and headed to the door “Thanks auntie”

“See you later, Sweets”

It’s…definitely a lot to think about. Maybe auntie Emilly is right and Y/N should come clear to George, he’s her soulmate after all, but Emilly didn’t listen to what she did, or saw what she did. It’s hard to believe you’re enough when half of your life people have been telling you the opposite, people that didn’t have a clear reason to. The process isn’t a straight road.

Her mind was so clouded with her thoughts that she didn’t see the other person in the hall, just when she felt a student bump on her shoulder. She really should start to pay attention to her surroundings.

“Still with your head in the clouds, huh? I still wonder how you ended up in Ravenclaw” Natasha, snarky as ever, looked her up and down.

Y/N was still surprised that she actually bumped into her. It wouldn’t be any news in school, but now adulthood is a completely different history.

“Don't you have something better to do? Scare children, perhaps? With that ugly face of yours” Not a good answer, but not bad either. At Least she had enough guts to answer this time.

“You’re such a-...” With anger dripping from her words, she almost threw a tantrum but just in time someone passed in the hallway, reminding them they’re not in school anymore. Natasha doesn't have that power over Y/N anymore.

But that didn’t mean she got less scary.

Turning back to Y/N, her face got a renewed anger, and slowly she got closer to Y/N, step by step, and Y/N tried to get away from her. Then her back hit the wall.

This situation made her heart race, not in a butterflies in stomach way, but in a fight or flight way. Too scary.

“I don’t have to do anything, you’re so useless you’re gonna ruin yourself without my help” The feeling of fear made her back away from the girl, no bothering to argue back.

It’s just sad she didn’t see Natasha’s feed in place just to make her fall.

Bump Crack

In just a second Y/N fell on the ground, the glass broke and the carpet got all wet. Maybe aunty Emilly was wrong, maybe she would never get over highschool and she would just make it all worse.

The sound of steps made her pay more attention, maybe it was Natasha coming back. She didn’t want to know what she came back to do if she really came back.

Great thing it wasn’t her. Bad thing it’s George, she didn’t want to let him see her in that state.

“What- Y/N? What happened here?” He looked at the scene before his eyes with concern.

Slowly she got up.

“I’m fine,-” she waved her hands trying to ease his mind “I just bumped on someone”

He kneeled down beside her, taking her hand in one hand and his wand in the other.

“What are you-”

“You’re hurt, I know you can't stop for a second, but try to stay still.” Now that he pointed it out, she noticed a small cut in the palm of his hand

“Look who’s talking” the lack of response made her notice the concern in his eyes “I'm fine, it's a small cut, it's not even painful”

“If you don’t stop shaking your hand I'm gonna get the spelling wrong and turn you into a frog. Imagine that in the wedding” Y/N giggled at the joke.

“Would be hella weird” She smiled and let him help her. In a blink her hand was cleaned, just like the carpet and the broken glass on the ground.

Satisfied with his work, George got up from the ground and offered the girl a helping hand, which she gladly took, and also got up from the ground with a bit of difficulty, her muscles still stiff from the fall.

“You're still running around? I thought we finished our hard work”

“I thought Auntie Emilly needed a glass of water and I couldn't say no to her, ya know? But she actually didn’t need it and- Anyway, i think i'm done now” She looked deep in his eyes and smiled “Thank you for helping me, even when i was kinda of a nuthead”

“Don’t worry thank me, you gonna pay me back helping me in the shop”

“Free labour?!” Y/N faked offense

“I Carried suitcases all day, it's your turn to carrie boxes all day”

“Oh, of course i will,” She pulled her sleeve up and flexed her arm, showing absolutely no muscle at all “Look at those muscles”

“Wow, look at these. You didn't even need my help” He pretended to be shocked with those “muscles”

“Right?,” she laughed, “But thanks for the help anyway, instead of helping with boxes I could fix us a drink, are you in the mood for tea?”

“I miss moments like this, ya’ know.” George commented before taking a sip of the black tea in his cup.

Following her to the kitchen, Y/N made them black tea and took a couple cookies in the cabinet. Now they're sitting side by side in the garden, on the steps of the tiny stairs.

“My tea?”

“That too, but more important, staying like this, with you” Her heart stepped a beat. It’s not fair how he got to say things so sweets like this without even noticing the effect it had on her.

“I miss it too. I remember we used to sit in the kitchens all the time, drinking tea and hiding from detention.” Y/N smiled. “Even after years i still remember how you like your tea”

“I noticed, i always like it best when you do it for me”

She bumped her shoulder in his.

“Don’t say things like that, your mom might hear it and be sad.”

The two of them stood a moment looking at each other, trying to understand what the other was thinking.

“You know, I always wondered why you never came back. I wasn’t joking when i said i was glad with de wedding cuz it would give me a chance to see you again”

This made her heart stiffen with remorse. When she got away, she didn't notice how selfish she was, putting all this soulmate thing aside. They really were good friends and he has always been good to her, then she goes practically no contact with him for two years.

She should've paid him a visit.

She should've sent him a letter.

She didn’t notice the hurt she was feeling he was feeling as well.

Maybe this is a soulmate kind of thing.

“I think…I think the war hit me hard, I just really needed to get away.” Even though it wasn't true, it wasn't a lie either.

“I’m not saying that to make you feel bad, I'm saying that to make you visit me more, dumbass” He bumped his shoulder in hers trying to lighten up the mood, but she really needed to get this out of her chest.

“I'm sorry for making you worry, I'm sorry for never visiting, I'm sorry for being a bad friend. From now on I'm gonna visit you so much that you're gonna get sick of me” without even thinking she put her cup down and gave George a hug. He also didn’t think much and hugged her tighter.

“I don’t think I could ever get sick of you.” He stated it like a fact.

That definitely is a soulmate kind of thing.

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chaosreadingnerd · 3 months ago

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Wait for me?

Pairing: George Weasley x Ravenclawn! Reader

Warning: Bullying (not by George ofc); Insecurities; Bad english and bad writing (really bad)

Words: 3.2K

Autor notes: I've never posted my fics here, or anywhere, i'm kinda nervous. They're so cute it makes me sick

I know i'd go back to you

“I hope you find someone who speaks your language, so you don’t have to spend a lifetime translating your soul” -Thema Bryant

“Careful with your head”

“What about my head?” Y/N said as her head got hit by a loose board from the front door “Ouch!”

“Told ya” Angie chuckled as we entered her childhood home. What a way to get off on the right foot. “Dad really needs to fix this door before the wedding”.

Normally, Y/N wouldn't mind spending her summer with the Johnson’s, actually, that would be a good way to spend her time, she loved them dearly and grew up visiting this house since her Hogwarts years.

Even though they were sorted in different houses, Angelina in Gryffindor and Y/N in Ravenclaw, their friendship has stayed strong. Y/N was the shyest between them, but her courage steak was what put them together, practicing quidditch together, sneaking out to Hogsmeade together, damn they even fought a war together…

“Look, the Weasley’s are already here, but don’t freak out” She said as she grabbed her friend’s arm, trying to comfort her or trying to prevent her from bolting. Who knows.

Unfortunately, they also got their soulmates in the same family.

“Why didn't you warn me sooner?!” she whispered in exasperation. Maybe Angie wasn’t actually getting married, maybe this was all some sorta of intervention.

Most people would love to have their soulmates in the same family as their best friends, why wouldn't they, but her case was particular. You see, Y/N used to have the fattest crush on George Weasley, aka her soulmate and groom’s twin brother, and that would be a good thing, only if she didn’t embarrass herself in every and any opportunity possible.

Stuttering every time they needed to do a project together? Done, Hitting the wall every time she heard him laugh? …Done, Trying to show-off every time he’s around only to do everything wrong and feel stupid afterwards? Also, sadly done.

What also didn’t help her useless highschool crush was her friends: Angelina Johnson, Bride and traitor and Katie Bell. Y/N love her friends to death, really, her best moments were around those two, they’re are one of the strongest,smartest, prettiest and brightest woman she ever meet, and considering what they’d done to “help” her and her love live, probably the shameless woman this town has ever seen.

Any method you could think to get you friend close to her crush they probably have not only done, but martyred it to it’s scandalous potential, for example, putting a feet in so she would fall gracefully in his arms so he would finally see how pretty she is, only for Y/N to miss it and fall head full on the ground.

Explaining what happened to Madame Pomfrey was so damn weird, at least they got a laugh over it, even Y/N after getting over it. Kinda.

And, what’s worse to a girl trying to ignore falling head over heels to someone untouchable? Said person being one of the most caring people in the world. It would be easier if he was a dick, but, of course he isn’t or else she wouldn’t like him this much.

If you asked anyone in Hogwarts who George Weasley was, they would probably tell you all about his pranks and how he and Fread are glued to the hip, for Y/N, somehow she got to see a sweeter side of him, don’t get me wrong, she found his pranks funny, most of the time, laughed at his jokes and though he always got even hotter when he smirked, omg who said that, although, she loved even more when he waited for her when all of the friend group was walking ahead, or when he got her candy, never those disgusting flavors, he always somehow got her the good ones, or how he never let her fall in quidditch, or even when he used to make jokes to get her off from the spotlight, knowing how much she hated it, and for a while she thought she had a chance, till it got too much for her to handle.

Some people, disgusting unfunny people, used to make fun of her and her mannerisms, then adding all those times she embarrassed herself in front of him, it became too much then she bolted, not from him although, Hogwarts Y/N wouldn't ignore him even if she wanted to, she didn’t have it in her, but she started to ignore her feelings and wait for the day she would finally get out. She didn’t change her mind even when she got her soulmate mark, a firework shaped like a heart, and noticed it was the same as George’s. The girl actually felt kinda sad for him, between all the people in the world he got her as soulmate, he couldn’t be more unlucky.

Then the war came and all her feelings were put on the sidelines for the sake of her survival and the others. The afterward was also bittersweet, not only the Wizard world needed to be rebuilt, but also Y/N. She moved to her childhood town in the muggle world, got a job, got a boyfriend here and there, none of them lasted though, and tried to leave the past where it belonged. All this time it was enough, her friend told her the new gossip from time to time, but she always did her best to forget everything that could bring her to her past self, George included.

So why on earth was Angie torturing her like this?

The day she got her soulmate mark was a special day to Angelina Johnson, who found out her crush, Fread Weasley, was also her soulmate. They were always sicking cute together, true partners in crime, sorry George, they got together so many years ago Y/N couldn’t even remember a time where they weren’t a thing, so it wasn’t a surprise when some months ago Angie called her in the middle of the night to tell her all about her new shiny ring, and it definitely isn’t a surprise to be there for the week to finally see the vows.

But hearing that the groom’s family was already here was definitely a surprise that Y/N’s poor heart was taking hard.

“Look i know it wasn’t what was planned, but eventually you would have to meet him” Angie guided the girl in the house like she hasn’t stayed there since they were 11 “And, didn’t you say you were oh so over him?” Angie side-eyed her.

“I did!” Y/N flushed seeing some of Angie's family members looked up to see who just shouted “I did, i am over it, but i would be even more over it if i came prepared”

“You wouldn't need “preparing” if you were” her friend refuted. A traitor honestly.

Angie was always like this, brave to the core, a true gryffindor, definitely not Y/N.

“Girl calm down, you didn’t even let me say hi to your mom, i don’t want to be a rude guest” The witch untangled her arm from Angie’s and started searching to miss. Johnson and an incredulous Angie hunting after her not so behind. “They can wait for a bit you know, and your wedding is a week away, shouldn’t you be talking to his family instead of-” Thung, she turned a corridor and fell on someone. She really should look where she goes. “Shit, i’m so so sorry, i was just-” She said looking up to the poor soul who happened to be in her way.

Holy crap

She absolutely needs to look where she goes if she wants to survive this week.

His red hair is longer from the last time she saw him, his arms stronger and he shouldn’t be allowed to be so damn prettier after all this time. Hogwarts Y/N’s poor little heart would have stopped at his sigh, but not grown Y/N’s, she will wear her grown up pants and will show Angie and her giggles, that she thought Y/N didn’t her, or simply didn’t care, that she is way better than little Y/N.

“Damn, L/N, i see you’re still the same” George Weasley looked her up and down at her and smirked. Even his smile is prettier?!

“Uh- I- I- Just-” So. Damn. Embarrassing. Y/N took a deep breath and tried to get her shit together. “I was talking to the bride here. Didn’t see ya, sorry.” She tried to give him an unaffected smile. Keyword: Tried.

“Y/N here was going to say hi to my mom then we would go after you guys, hi George” Angie smiled and hugged her brother-in-law.

“Hey, Angie” he greeted her “Always glad to see Y/N, or fall on her” The bride giggled at his joke. Even though he said it to her, his eyes were on Y/N.

“Is Fred with your family? I haven’t seen him in a while”

“He’s with mum outside, I saw him just now”

“You’re one step from marrying him and even now you guys are glued to the hip” Y/N teased her friend. With a grain of truth however, they should really ease up on the PDA.

“Can’t wait to spend a whole week trying not to see them all over each other.” George chucked. “Y/N let’s run away, forget the wedding”

“Miss. Johnson and your mom would notice. There’s no escape fear” She said dramatically, forgetting for a second all the nervousness. George does have that effect on her.

“If you guys were with your soulmates, you wouldn't be so bitter, lonely, and single.”

“I’m sorry? I can pull anyone” No. She definitely can’t pull anyone. Especially her soulmate.

“if You say so…” Angelina’s eyes went dangerously between her and him with an idea forming in her head. “I better go searching for my dear fiance. George, could you help Y/N with her luggage? She’s staying with Katie.”

“No!” Y/N flushed looking like a deer caught in headlights “I- I mean, let him rest Angie, i’ll be fine”

“Don't sweat it” The man picked up the luggage she dragged here like it was nothing. “Let me help you and let Angie go find her fiance, or else i think she’s going to have a breakdown” George joked, earning a slap in the arm before Angie went to find her lover, all while Y/N stood there, cheeks almost the same color as a tomato.

“You don’t have to do that”

“I know”

“Really you can go with her, i’ll be fine.”

“I want to help you”

“But- don’t you want to be with your family? I bet they-”

“I’ve spent enough time with them, -” He placed his hand on her back, guiding her to the staircase that led to the bedrooms. Her heart raced so fast with the sudden closeness that she almost missed what he said next “and I missed you, ya know. Didn’t you miss me?”

“I really did” she showed an honest smile. “It’s been a year since the last time, right?”

“Way too much time, although I missed you since the first week. Show me the way?”

She couldn’t catch a break.

Y/N shouldn't have gotten that letter, the one that invited her to Hogwarts. If she didn’t accept the letter she wouldn't have met George, or Angelina, wouldn't have made a fool of herself so many times in front of her soulmate and wouldn't have to attend this wedding, and definitely wouldn't be feeling like sixteen again.

She’s dramatic like that.

Can you blame her? It’s been exactly 6 hours since she got into the Johnson’s household, and in those 6 hours, it seems like George has made it a mission to go after her. Some years ago she would be glowing with such attention, nowadays? not so much.

The worst part is that she can’t say no to save her life. Fight a war? Count with her, say no to the redhead with bright eyes? uh-, what she didn’t notice is that she wasn’t that bothered with it, much to her dismay, quite the opposite. But it's a long way to go before she starts to see that she didn’t hate it, just the feeling of being vulnerable.

Feelings apart -disgusting really-, she will finally catch a break tonight. After greeting Molly, who has the best hugs in the world and definitely the source of George’s sweetness, the older woman mentioned that tonight they would visit a family friend in the city and probably wouldn't make it to dinner. So, for now, it’s just her and the Johnson’s.

“Sweetie, could you put the juice jar on the table, please?” Miss Johnson asked her.

“Sure!” Y/N got the jar and some cutlery beside Ms. Johnson “Where is Angie?”

“She’s helping her dad fix the door, David has been procrastinating since February” She stated “I think they’re almost done”

Obeying the woman, Y/N put the table in the dining room. When she was 11 she used to think people didn’t really have a dining room, back home you eat in the kitchen or in the living room, so when she came to this house for the first time she was shocked. Y/N always knew money wasn’t a problem for her friend, she always had nice clothes, torn uniforms got fixed the next day, and especially: She always got the good candy in the train, but she didn’t know they were really well-off.

The woman took a seat in the middle of the table so there was enough space for the rest of the family, even though space wasn’t a problem now that the Weasley’s were probably, read definitely, eating out. So it was a surprise when mis.Johnson entered with her daughters and husband with a stack of plates in hands while mr. Johnson carried the diner.

“More plates? Molly said they were going out to eat”

“Just a backup if they can make it to diner”

And just when she let her guard down, Murphy's Law has never been so true.

Knock! Knock!

Then the house was invaded by a horde of redheads.

“Molly, dear! Have a seat, we were just getting started!” Ms. Johnson gave Molly a hug then took her seat at the table.

Change of plans, but it's okay, not considering her thing, or the lack of it, with one of the sons, she actually enjoyed the Weasleys company. They really are a funny bunch.

“You can’t believe who we encountered downtown!...”

Y/N smiled to herself watching the family catch up. She really likes them.

“Can I have a seat?” George, appearing out of nowhere as expected, asked her, mentioning the empty seat beside her.

“Yes!...Well uh- no” Always the charmer.

“For a second I thought someone beated me to it” He smirked and she didn’t think much of it -except how this makes him even more handsome. Nothing new, really-. “Have you already visited the town?”

“Sadly no, i was kinda tired from the travel”

“Not using the wand, i see”

“I felt like using the plane, who doesn’t love the feeling of throwing up when you're on your way up there, right?” George chuckled at her joke.

“You really should visit the town, it’s our only escape from all this wedding thing” he whispered the last part, like it was some sort of secret between them.

“They’re so damn sickly sweet” She whispered while looking at the loving couple at the other side of the table, entering the plot “Disgusting, really”.

“We really should run for the wheels, right?” She didn’t even think before saying that, then George’s smirk turned a little more sweet.

“Totally, they’ll never find us. I’ll make a distraction then you make a run for it, i’ll meet you there.”

“You really gave it a thought, Wesley” She teased him. This confidence really came out of nowhere.

“I’ve been dreaming of it even before getting here, just you and me-” Something seemed different in his words, maybe a softness in his eyes that she still didn’t get, but, to any outsider, it would be clear that his wounds held a bit of truth. “And a city far away. Far away from my brother and our friend exchanging saliva in front of a crowd.”

“Could you remember we are eating and not make me throw up in front of everyone? Thanks” She faked disgust. Well, not faked, but exaggerated, then turned her attention to Ginny on the other side of the table, sitting close to the potatoes. “Ginny, could you pass me these please?”

“Sure Y/N” She smiled and passed her the potatoes, but, before she could catch it, George took it from his sister, took some potatoes, then passed it to Y/N.

“Here Y/N, for you” The girl rolled her eyes with a smile as his sister looked at her in disbelief.

“Thanks, George” She put some on her plate and returned to eating.

“Are you Ginny?” The redhead asked her brother. “I heard Y/N asking for Ginny”

“Don’t be jealous over potatoes, dear sister. There’s enough for everyone”

While the brothers started bickering, Y/N backed her attention to her food. Angie’s mom is probably one of the best cooks in the world, but don’t let her mother or ms. Wesley hears that.

Soon enough, the family has finished eating and some have started getting ready to go to their rooms.

“Angie, could you clean here for us, please? my back is killing me”

The woman clearly didn’t want to, probably wanted to spend more time with her new in-laws, especially with her fiance. Y/N being the good friend that she is took action.

“Don’t worry ,ms. Johnson, I'll clean up here” She smiled at them and her friend’s face clearly showed her gratitude.

“Oh dear, even being part of the family you are a guest, you took a long flight, go rest.”

“I can help her, ms. Johnson, you guys can go rest.” He stood beside her then put a hand on her shoulder. Oh, the butterflies are back.

“In that case, i guess i’ll be leaving the kitchen in your care, don’t let Y/N sleep too late. Good night family” She said while leaving the room.

Fred showed up beside George, his smirk almost identical, but obviously more sarcastic.

“Dear Georgie, is helping clean the dishes? Back in our flat he’d never-” Before he could finish, George shoved him by the shoulder.

“You should go find your wife-to-be, maybe after five minutes with you off her back she finally noticed that you’re the less attractive twin” He bantered. Fred listened to his twin and left to go after Angie while muttering something that didn’t reach Y/N’s ear.

“Let’s go, Y/N?” Just when she felt like she had gotten used to it, he goes and rushes her little heart again when he puts a hand dangerously close to her hip, guiding her to the dining room.

It’s gonna be a long week.

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can I pls request: dad!spencer and his baby boy getting antsy and weepy but spencer not knowing what’s wrong until you come back from a long case and then he’s fine straight away

—Spencer and his baby miss you like crazy for 3k, fem

Things have been hot garbage since Monday. Saturday night and all Spencer wants is one good day, where Jude doesn’t cry, and Spencer doesn’t feel sick. Saturday morning it went on for hours —Jude started crying because his bottle was prematurely empty and he didn’t stop, the sobs petering into weeps, sniffly wet nose pressed to Spencer’s neck, then his chest, then his forehead. Poor boy can’t stay still.

Spencer hasn’t eaten properly since you left. He can’t get more than a couple of mouthfuls in before Jude is protesting his own meal or snack and flopping sadly into a Jude-puddle.

Spencer has suggested dinner again, because not eating makes you sad, but Jude doesn’t care what it does and Spencer puts electrolytes in his juice. He offers extra time at the swimming pool and the library, and he plays soccer outside despite terrible coordination because Jude loves to score. Nothing lasts long enough. Jude spends half of his waking time morose and clingy, the other hiding under beds or in the kitchen cabinet under the sink. Spencer makes him an appointment with the pediatrician for Wednesday morning.

The waiting is agony.

“I don’t think you should worry about it until you go,” you say down the phone, “you know that worrying twice is pointless. Not that you shouldn’t worry at all, I know it’s scary, but there’s nothing you can’t handle, Spence.”

“If Jude is sick I definitely can’t handle that.”

“Yes, you can. Don’t be stupid.”

Stupid said very softly. Spencer misses your voice. He tries to go on cases but if they look too long, he stays home, ‘cos who does he trust enough to take care of Jude besides himself? There was one time where you stayed with Jude for a two-nighter just because you wanted to and Spencer missed being with the BAU, but he missed Jude more while he was there than he missed the work. He’s a professional consultant now, and it’s fine. He loves his life. He still goes to the office and sees his friends for coffee, and he gets to be with Jude all the time. If something happened to him…

“He’s just not himself, it’s–” breaking my heart.

“Emily said we’re a half hour from touching down in Quantico, I’ll come over?”

Spencer didn’t consider you going home to your own place, but he should’ve. “Please. Maybe you can get through to him, or figure out what it is that’s making him so sad.”

“What's he been eating?”

“Nothing.” Spencer rubs his eyebrow and the headache there roughly. “Uh, he can’t stop himself from eating those carrot puffs. If you get a couple of those on the way in I’ll pay you back.”

“Honey, I can buy the baby some snacks. What about you, are you eating?”

“Not really,” he confesses quietly.

“Anything you fancy?”

He grins at your phrasing and your light tones. Maybe when Jude is a little older, a lot older, Spencer could go with you again.

“Can you get me those chilli tortilla chips, please?”

“And salsa?”

“Please, if you don’t mind.”

“I love all the snacks you love,” you laugh, “did you want something sweet, too? I really crave a three musketeers.”

“That’s the worst candy bar you could’ve picked.”

“It is not. And for that you aren’t getting one.”

Spencer laughs and sways Jude’s attention from the movie. He frowns at Spencer as if to say, What’s so funny? I’m miserable. And Spencer feels more sorry for him than anyone in the whole wide world. “What’s the matter, baby?” he murmurs.

“Is that my boy?”

Spencer tries to pretend you saying such a thing doesn’t inspire extreme attraction. “That’s your boy,” he says, flustered beyond sense, “he’s not feeling the best.”

Jude shuffles to Spencer’s seat. “I know, poor boy,” you murmur, “aw, I can’t wait to be home, I missed him so much more than I can say, this case felt like an age.”

Doesn’t Spencer know it? He pinches the phone between his ear and shoulder, holding out his hands for Jude, slipping them into his armpits as Jude struggles up into his lap. “What’s wrong?” Spencer asks again.

Jude pouts up at Spencer through long eyelashes. “Daddy, who’s on’a phone?”

“Y/N. Do you want to talk?”

Jude is rigid, his eyebrows pinched tightly, but he nods and holds his hand out for the phone. Spencer guides it gently to his ear. “Tell me if it’s too loud, okay?”

“Hello?” Spencer hears you say. “Jude, lovely, are you there? Can you hear me?”

“I hear you,” Jude says.

“Hello. I miss you very much, I’m excited to come home. Daddy says you’re not feeling well, I’m very sorry to hear it. If you can think of anything I can get you or I can bring you to make you feel better, can you tell me now?”

“Um…” Jude gives Spencer a betrayed glare that makes no sense. “Dad?”

“She said she misses you,” Spencer says softly. “She’s sorry you’re not happy. And she wants to know if you want a present, or a special dinner.”

“No.” Jude straightens up, a little hand tight on the phone. “I miss you,” he says loudly.

“I miss you too. I’ll see you soon, just a couple more hours. Can you be good for dad and have something to eat? Have some apple stars or a bowl of chips or a boppy?”

Jude nods.

Spencer huffs a laugh. “Say out loud,” he whispers.

“Say what?” Jude asks.

“He’s saying yes,” Spencer says loudly.

“You’re gonna go have a boppy now?” you check.

“Yeah,” Jude says.

Your laugh is hard to hear, but Spencer knows it well, filling in the gaps in his head. “Okay, babe. You go have your boppy and I’ll see you real soon.”

Jude perks up a little. He thanks you in his mind for being a miracle worker. Jude says, “Okay,” and you say, “Okay, bye-bye,” and Jude says, “Bye-bye, I love you,” which makes you backtrack to say, “I love you too! Okay? Go have your boppy. Bye, sweet boy.”

Jude gives Spencer the phone nicely.

Spencer can see you’ve hung up, so he puts the phone on the arm and takes Jude’s cheek into his palm. “Okay?” he asks.

“I’m gonna have boppy now,” Jude informs him.

“Yeah, let’s go make it.”

It’s skim milk now Jude’s old enough, but he likes it all the same, and he drinks it held against Spencer’s chest where Spencer stands in the kitchen. Jude doesn’t fuss as Spencer starts writing a list on the fridge-pad. Milk, laundry detergent, carrots, tomatoes, potatoes, bread, cheese and broccoli pasta mix, cheese, noodles. “What do you want for your dinner tomorrow?” Spencer asks, unsurprised to go unanswered. He adds rice, hand soap, and crayons.

Jude doesn’t fall asleep after the bottle. He stretches and cards a hand through his dad’s hair, clumsy but quiet without sulking for the first time in days. “Thank you, that feels nice,” Spencer whispers.

Jude presses his nose up against Spencer’s jaw, bringing his other hand to double the stroking. “I love you very much, you know,” Spencer says.

“Yeah.”

“And things are going to be okay, I promise.”

“Promise,” he repeats.

“Want another boppy?”

“Maybe I can have soup?”

“Is that what your tummy wants?” Spencer opens the cabinet above the counter before Jude can say yes or no. “What soup do you want? Dad has tomato, chicken, mushroom, parsnip, I have all the best ones. Baby, let’s have soup and sandwiches.”

“Mayo-yaise?”

“Is that what you want? Like, a grilled cheese, or just toast and mayo?” He grins at his little weirdo. “You don’t even want the cheese, do you?”

“No, I don‘ even wan’ the cheese,” Jude grins back.

They make soup together. Spencer sits Jude next to the stove, positioning him between legs so he can’t fall or touch the saucepan. He opens two cans of tomato soup and adds fresh cream from the fridge to reduce the sourness, letting Jude pull basil from the window plant to sprinkle in after he’s brought it to a boil and then cooked it back down to a simmer. He gives it time to cool for at least ten minutes, stirring, and pressing the bread spread with mayonnaise into a sizzling frying pan, Jude mumbling at his side the whole time. Some stuff he understands, and some is jumbled nothing. “I think we can,” he says as Spencer pours the soup into two bowls. He leaves more than enough for you in the pot.

“What do you think we can do?” Spencer asks.

Jude only smiles.

Jude takes a long, long time to eat his soup. Spencer heats it up again once, but Jude doesn’t mind it cold. Spencer finishes his in about five minutes and spends the next thirty waiting for you to come home. Over. Not home.

“Have some more?” Jude asks.

“You want more?” Spencer nearly chokes on his breath.

“You and me.”

“Sure,” Spencer says, standing, “babe,” —he kisses Jude’s head— “you can have,” —he gives another kiss while he's there— “as much as you want.”

“Thanks thank you thanks.”

“More sandwich, too?”

“Can I have–” Jude struggles. “Dad, can we have bread without mayo-yaise?”

“Just bread, not toasted? Still soft?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”

Spencer likes that having a baby has made affection easier in every part of his life, he’s kinder to every child he meets because it’s easier now to call them lovely or beautiful or ask where their mom is, probably as a side effect of being loved resolutely. Jude loves Spencer so Spencer loves the world. It’s not exactly new rhetoric.

Jude has managed a second piece of bread sans crust when you slip the door open across the house. Spencer grabs a paper towel to wipe Jude’s face and hands quickly.

“Hello?” you call gently, melodic in your cadence.

Jude sits ramrod straight, batting Spencer’s hands away. “Hello?” he calls back.

“Is that my Jude?” you ask, footsteps drawing nearer, your shoes clipping the wooden slat flooring, and then suddenly there in the kitchen doorway. “Hi, angel. I can’t believe you’re not feeling good, you look just the same as the last time I saw you!” You don’t take your bag off your shoulder, but you let the tote in your hand fall to the floor by the fridge.

“Hi,” he says, like he’s in awe.

Your expression softens further. “Hi.”

Jude slides off of his chair and you go on one knee to reach for him, laughing softly as he digs his face into your neck, throwing his arms around you, too short to close. You hold his back in one arm. The other —Spencer’s heart feels squeezed in your palm— rests in the waves of his hair where they kiss Jude’s nape.

“I’ve been so worried about you,” you confess, your hand turning to a fist on his back. You drag your knuckles up and down.

“I miss you.”

“Sorry, handsome, I didn’t mean to be away that long.”

“I miss you.”

“I missed you too.”

Jude takes a breath somewhere near sobbing and startles both you and Spencer. “I miss you,” he insists.

“Bud, it’s okay.”

Jude takes in another horrible straggly breath that nearly forces Spencer onto his knees.

“Miss you,” Jude says, clinging to you with white-knuckled hands, “miss you, don’t go.”

“Baby, I’m not going.”

“Miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you say, locking eyes with Spencer over his head, your lashes like willow, wide in confusion.

Jude swallows harshly but nods like you’ve said something he can agree too.

You shift Jude against your chest and stand. In your winter peacoat, your scarf and your silky black tights, you aren’t shy about squeezing poor rumpled Jude to your chest, ignoring his frizzed hair and his soup-stained t-shirt, all love as you rub his shuddering back. “Jude, you okay?” you ask quietly.

“You was gone for too long.”

Spencer can hardly hear him.

“I was, huh?”

“Too much.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d miss me this much. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“You’ll be in the bed with me?”

“Is that what you want me to do?” you ask patiently.

“Yeah.”

“If dad says it’s okay, we’ll sleep in the big bed.”

Jude spins in your arms, imploring Spencer desperately, “Please, daddy? Please?”

Of course you can stay in the big bed. It’s not unusual for you to spend the night, and you stopped suffering the couch a long time ago.

The moment Jude knows you aren’t going home, he starts to act like himself again. He stops the shuddery breath that makes Spencer hot behind the eyes. His mumbling turns to a more curious probing —Why were you gone so long? Did you miss him? Can I come with you nex’ time?

You don’t baulk. When Jude knocks the door while you’re changing and again while you’re freshening up, you don’t mind. You open the door with water running down your arms and chin and sit him on the sink basin while you brush your teeth. Spencer isn’t offended that you’ve taken over, it’s love. Like, his stomach aches with fondness watching you with Jude. You’ve been gentle from the beginning, loved Jude since he was a furious little baby crying himself sick in Spencer’s lap, and now you’re somehow more than that. You answer Jude’s why’s and when’s with the best you have. You pretend you aren’t tired, waiting for the three of you to sardine together in the dimly lit bed before you let out your first yawn.

“Are you tired?” Jude asks you knowingly.

“Not too much. How about you, are you tired?”

“Not too much,” he echoes. Jude turns to Spencer, looking his age again. “Are you tired?”

“I’m the most tired I’ve ever been,” he says.

He doesn’t have his schoolboy heart attacks seeing you in your pajamas anymore, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still find it special and secret when you rub your bare face and settle on your pillow, one eye hidden, the other sluggish. “Maybe we can rest our eyes with dad,” you suggest in a whisper, “he can sleep, and you can give him a cuddle.”

Jude reaches for your hand.

You hum softly. “I'm not going anywhere.”

Slowly, Jude reaches for Spencer with his other hand.

“Me neither,” he says.

They ‘rest their eyes’ until Jude falls asleep, snoring in snuffs by your head. Spencer takes his glasses and folds them up for the nightstand, before curling into him.

Cautious not to disturb Jude, you reach over to hold Spencer’s arm, locking Jude in, and giving Spencer some much needed reassurance. You don’t talk. Your thumb rubs into a ridge, a sore spot, and after a moment it’s sore in a new way.

“I can’t believe I didn’t realise it was you,” he says.

“Realise what?”

“Jude missed you. It was you.”

Your smile is gaussian. Happy and smudged. You pull Spencer closer to you, which in turn brings Jude right up on your chest. Spencer isn’t too cowardly to curve the arm you're holding right up over you in turn. His fingertips flirt with the dip in your spine, but stay.

“You’re not saying all this fuss was about me being away.”

“I’m wondering if it was.”

You don’t respond.

“You know how he gets when he can’t see me for the day,” Spencer says, afraid of waking Jude and of saying something too obviously adoring, “I should’ve guessed he missed you.”

“He doesn’t love me like he loves you, Spencer. Jude loves you like you’re… it’s… I wish you could see him when he’s with you, it’s like you’re the same person…” You smile apologetically. “Sorry, I don’t know how to say it.”

Spencer doesn’t know how to answer. He stares at Jude’s neck. “I know how he loves me, ‘cos it’s how much I love him. I just think after seeing him tonight, it’s obvious what was going on with him.”

“Don’t speak too soon, okay?” you say. “Let’s wait until tomorrow to decide he’s alright again.”

Spencer draws a line down Jude’s nose. What a kid. Exhausting, beautiful Jude.

“I missed you,” he says under his breath, not looking at you. “Don’t think I realised how much, either.”

“I missed you, too,” you say. When you laugh, it’s like your voice has split and feathered into softness he can’t touch. “I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone like I missed you both. I kept thinking about Jude, when he used to do all that gibberish babble between real words and you’d ask him to repeat himself and he’d be too shy to do it. And his eyes, and his curls, I… I really love him. I’m so lucky that you let me.”

I love you, Spencer thinks. From the day we met, and again when you called yourself my friend. Again, when you spent the first week of Jude’s homecoming sleeping on the couch and waking with every cry, soothing tears no matter who they came from, patient and tired, endlessly pretty.

“I didn’t let you,” Spencer says. “You’re ferocious.”

“Ha!” you whisper. “Ferocious. I like it.”

“I like you,” he says. It’s all he’s brave enough to confess.

“I’m a little sweet on you, Spencer Reid,” you say, turning your head up with a yawn. “I’m so tired.”

“Then sleep. We should sleep, I’m tired, too,” he says, sure he’d meant to say I love you, I want you to stay, I want to reach over and hold your neck and stay here for days.

Spencer allows himself the last one. You whisper goodnight, your face tickled by a small head of hair.

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chaosreadingnerd · 5 months ago

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Hey! I have a request, remember the scene in a bar with the real fbi agent? What if the reader flirted with him instead of emily and spencer (they're in a relationship already but no one knows) saw and he started feeling insecure then he realized that she messing with brad and then she comfort him telling him that he has nothing to worry about

classified — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: brad hitting on reader , they're at a bar , spencer being insecure a/n: thank you for your request !! i love that scene its so funny i love the bau girlies sm

The hum of conversation and the music from the speakers filled the dimly lit bar. You tapped your fingers absently against the wood of the counter, your patience wearing thin as you waited for the bartender to hand you your drinks.

It was a busy night, and you knew that waiting was inevitable, but this was taking far too long. You let out an audible sigh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

Your gaze drifted across the bar, scanning the crowd aimlessly, and that’s when you made eye contact with a stranger.

A man—dark-haired, broad-shouldered, and clearly confident—flashed you a grin, the kind that was meant to be charming but only made you look away, uninterested. You weren’t here for attention.

You were here to grab drinks for yourself and your boyfriend, who was patiently waiting for you at your table.

Finally, the bartender placed a glass in front of you. But as you reached for it, you frowned. This wasn’t the drink you ordered.

“Hey, that’s not mine—” you started, but the bartender had already moved on, too swamped with other customers to hear you.

Before you could call out again or wave him down, someone shifted beside you. Close.

“Hey,” a voice drawled. “I’m Brad.”

You turned your head, brows furrowing as you recognized the same man who had just been grinning at you from across the bar.

“Uh…” You blinked, thrown off by his sudden approach.

“The drink is from me,” he continued, flashing what he clearly thought was a winning smile as he leaned against the bar, making himself comfortable.

You stared at him, unimpressed. “I didn’t order this.”

He shrugged. “Consider it a gift.”

You forced a polite smile. “Okay, thanks.”

But you didn’t move. Despite the discomfort curling in your stomach, you weren’t about to leave the bar without Spencer’s soda. You had come here to grab drinks for both of you, and no overconfident stranger was going to change that.

Still, you could feel his body angled toward yours in a way that made it clear he wasn’t ready to walk away.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

You exhaled slowly, keeping your eyes on the bartender as you tried to wave him down. “Why?”

Your tone was deliberately disinterested, but Brad either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Just wanting to get to know you,” he said smoothly, flashing that same grin.

You didn’t return it.

The bartender was still busy, so you shifted slightly, trying to create more space between you. “Not really looking to be ‘gotten to know.’”

Brad chuckled like you’d made a joke. “Come on, no need to be shy.”

You clenched your jaw. Jesus, do guys like this ever take a hint?

Still, you kept your expression neutral, hoping that if you didn’t engage, he’d eventually get bored and walk away.

“I get it now,” Brad said, leaning a little closer. “You probably don’t run into guys like me often.”

Your brows knit together in irritation. “Excuse me?”

He smirked. “FBI.” He said it like it was supposed to impress you, like he expected some wide-eyed reaction. “That’s right. I’m an agent.”

You stared at him for a second, unsure whether to laugh or roll your eyes. He was flexing being in the FBI—to you.

It was almost too perfect.

“Oh, really?” you said, unable to help yourself.

You suppressed a grin, letting your expression shift just enough to seem intrigued. “That’s so cool.”

Brad’s chest seemed to expand at your sudden interest, his confidence returning in full force. He leaned in slightly, his smirk deepening as he mistook your mockery for flirtation.

“Yeah,” he said, flashing what he clearly thought was a charming grin.

You hummed, tilting your head slightly. “So, what department are you in?”

Your voice was smooth, your body language shifting ever so slightly—just enough to keep him engaged, just enough to make him believe you were hooked.

Honestly? This was fun.

Brad, completely unaware of the trap he was walking into, smirked again. “That’s classified.”

You widened your eyes in fake fascination. “Oh. That sounds intense.”

He shrugged, playing it cool. “It is. But, you know, it’s part of the job.”

You let your fingers trail lazily along the rim of your glass. “So, like… what can you tell me?” you mused, biting your lip just slightly.

Brad was practically glowing under the attention. “Well,” he started, shifting his weight so he was closer to you, “let’s just say I deal with some of the most dangerous minds out there.” He shot you a sideways glance, as if expecting you to be thoroughly impressed.

You weren’t.

But you were thoroughly entertained.

“Wow,” you murmured, leaning in just a bit.

As you continued your mockery of Brad, Spencer sat at the table, watching you.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. Insecure.

But as he saw you lean in, tilting your head ever so slightly, angling your body toward the man beside you, he felt a weight settle deep in his chest.

He tried to suppress it, to rationalize it away. Maybe you were just being polite. Maybe he was reading too much into it. Maybe—

He wanted to believe that was the case, but you looked interested. The way you twirled your fingers along the rim of your glass, the way your lips curved just slightly when Brad spoke—it all made his stomach twist.

What he didn’t know—what he couldn’t know—was that you were mocking the man. That your flirtation was nothing more than an elaborate joke at Brad’s expense.

But Spencer wasn’t in on the joke.

All he saw was you, looking at someone else like that.

And it hurt.

He exhaled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His logical mind screamed at him to calm down.

You’re together. She’s with you.

But the problem was, no one else knew that.

You and Spencer had chosen to keep your relationship a secret—at least for now. It had seemed like the best option, especially given the team dynamic.

Hotch had rules about workplace relationships. Morgan and Garcia would never let you two live it down. JJ and Emily would have a field day gossiping about it.

So, for the past few months, you and Spencer had played it safe. Careful glances. Brushing hands that lingered just a little too long.

And yet, here—right now—he was questioning everything.

He knew he wasn’t like Morgan or Brad. He didn’t have the easy charm, the effortless confidence.

He was just… Spencer.

And watching you with someone else—someone who didn’t hide his attraction to you, who could openly flirt without consequences—it made him feel so small.

He looked down at his drink, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Soon enough, you made your way back to Spencer’s table, now with your own drink in one hand and his soda in the other. Sliding into the booth beside him, you greeted him with a soft, “Hi,” flashing him a smile that was only reserved for him.

Normally, Spencer would have melted under that smile—his lips would have curled just slightly, his eyes softening in that way they always did when you looked at him like that.

But tonight, he barely reacted.

You frowned slightly, glancing around to check on the rest of the team. Morgan was still on the dance floor, probably charming his way into someone’s good graces. Garcia and Emily were off in a corner, deep in conversation with a few strangers.

Everything was normal. So what was wrong with Spencer?

“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the soda from your hand but never meeting your eyes.

That was weird.

You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You okay?”

He nodded, giving you a quick, tight-lipped smile. “Nothing. I’m fine.”

You weren’t convinced.

“Spence.”

His eyes flicked up toward you for only a second before darting away.

Something was off.

Quickly, you checked to make sure no one from the team was watching before reaching out, fingers brushing gently through the soft strands of his hair before trailing lightly along his cheek.

That got his attention.

His breath hitched ever so slightly, and his entire body stiffened at the sudden touch. His eyes finally met yours.

“Hey,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “Talk to me.”

Spencer swallowed, shaking his head as if trying to push something away. “It’s nothing. I just…” He trailed off, lips pressing together in frustration.

Spencer swallowed, shaking his head as if trying to push something away. “It’s nothing. I just…” He trailed off, his lips pressing together in frustration.

“Spencer,” you said, voice softer now, filled with concern.

He exhaled sharply and finally looked at you—just for a second—before his gaze dropped again. His fingers fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve, a nervous habit you knew all too well.

“I just… I didn’t like seeing you with that guy,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked. “Brad?”

His shoulders tensed slightly, as if just hearing the name made him more uncomfortable.

A small, amused smile tugged at your lips. You couldn’t help it.

“Spence, will you look at me for a second?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He hesitated but eventually met your eyes.

You reached for his hand under the table, letting your fingers brush against his before holding on.

“Brad was trying to flirt with me by telling me he was an FBI agent,” you explained, amusement creeping into your voice. “He tried to impress me by talking about all the dangerous criminals he’s caught, how important his job is.”

Spencer’s eyebrows lifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his expression.

You chuckled. “And the whole time I was mocking him.”

“Oh.” His expression shifted, embarrassment creeping in as his ears turned pink.

You bit your lip, watching him process it.

“Oh,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time.

You laughed softly, squeezing his hand under the table. “Spence, you really thought I was into him?”

He shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… I know you’re with me, but I just… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” you prompted gently.

He let out a breath, finally squeezing your hand in return. “It’s just… sometimes, I worry that maybe I’m not…” He trailed off again, his fingers fidgeting against yours.

Your heart clenched. You knew what he meant, even if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. That insecurity, that tiny voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn’t enough.

And you hated that it still crept in, even now.

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Spence.”

He looked at you hesitantly.

“You are enough. More than enough,” you said firmly. “You’re the smartest, kindest, most incredible person I know. And I love you—you. Not some random, fake FBI agent. You.”

His shoulders dropped, his entire body relaxing as the weight of his earlier insecurity lifted.

“…I love you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A small chuckle escaped him, and you felt the last bit of tension melt away.

Spencer squeezed your hand again, this time with more confidence. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” you corrected immediately. “You’re just…” You tapped your chin playfully. “What’s the word? Adorably overanalytical?”

He rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the warmth in them.

You leaned in closer, your voice just above a whisper. “For the record… you are the most impressive FBI agent in this bar.”

Spencer’s lips twitched. “Statistically speaking, I’d argue that Morgan’s ability to—”

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, cutting him off mid-sentence.

His breath hitched slightly, and when you pulled back, his face was completely flushed.

You grinned. “No more overthinking, okay?”

He sighed, but it was lighthearted now. “Okay.”

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chaosreadingnerd · 5 months ago

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mcgonagall's ball lessons | george. f. weasley

george weasley x muggle!fem!reader

note: i know it's been a while since i posted..tbh i lost my momentum in writing and posting and lost my inspo as well. i can't say that i love this but it's been in the drafts long enough. im thinking of starting to tkae requests but im not sure if yall want that lmk in the comments! otherwise enjoy this

synopsis: you dance with george once and all the of the sudden rumors zoom around faster than a snitch

george w

warnings: one swear word, punching pansy and draco, mentions of having kids/contraceptives (?)

word count: 2.7k

୨୧‿‿‿ 𝜗𝜚 ‿‿‿୨୧

The Yule Ball was its utmost effort for arriving, and today was the day Professor McGonagall, in all her glory, was to teach all eligible Gryfidors how to dance.

"The Yule ball has been a tradition of..." she started, raiding her voice, warning Flich of his tampering with the gramophone.

"...the Triwizard tournament since its inception. On Christmas Eve night, our guests and we gather in the great hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity."

"As representation of the host school, I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward. And I mean this literally because the Yule is, first and foremost, a dance.

Chatter and grumbling broke out instantly. You exchanged knowing glances with Alicia next to you. This could go either two ways: really bad or just bad enough.

"Silence," she called with strictness.

"The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the Wizard World for nearly 10 centuries. I will not have you in the course of a

behaving like a babbling bumbling band of baboons," she continued.

You saw George lean over to Fred, and you saw the lips mimicking the shapes of McGonagall, treating her words like tongue twisters. You pursued your lips to hold in your smile.

"Now, to dance is to let the body breathe. Inside every girl is a secret sworn Slumbers longing to burst off and take flight, and inside every boy is a lordly lion prepared to prance," she trailed off as she noticed George and Fred mumbling.

"Mr. Weasley, it was so kind of you to volunteer. Now, from the ladies, who will it be?" she questioned as her eyes trailed face to face down the row.

You pretended to reach into your nonexistent pocket, trying to appear busy and unsuitable choice.

"Miss L/N, please make your way to the center." she smiled.

You inwardly grimaced, which also showed outwardly, as evidenced by your friends' giggles and teasing eyes. You slowly stood up and made your way to the center before George.

You weren't sure whether it had been the pressure of everyone watching and quite possibly waiting to make fun of any little thing or the fact that George Weasley looked exceptionally pretty up close. Like really pretty, really close.

"Now, Mr. Weasley, grab L/N's waist with your right hand. No—that's your left hand—your right hand, yes." She directed patiently as the two of you awkwardly followed the directions.

Your right hand had met with his left, and you had to slightly get on your tip toes for your left arm to grasp his shoulder comfortably. Giggles and whispers erupted as soon as your heels lifted on the ground. Your face flushed red in embarrassment. You knew your friends and the entire house of Godric wouldn't let you forget this. You were not short by any means; the Weasley twin was just too tall.

As if the giggles and uncomfortable position of standing on your toes weren't enough to infuriate you, George smirked at your attempts to match his height and pace. You had been caught off guard when the music suddenly started playing, and rather than swaying, you had been being pulled and jerked from your position.

Unfortunately, Godric's heavy pride coursed through you, and your determination flooded to prove yourself to the already full-on snickers and cackles, the loudest recognizably being Alicia's.

"Relax a bit, will ya, love? My hands fall off," he whispered discreetly in your ears, and your face flushed darker than George's hair.

Thankfully, Professor Mcgonallal ceased your embarrassment by stopping you halfway and pairing everyone to learn. Each second felt excruciating, as it was the very first time you held hands with a guy—a handsome guy.

You swore you heard Professor Mcgognall join in the giggles when you walked beside your friends, noting her eyes follow George with Fred right behind. You wondered if she knew.

୨୧‿‿‿ 𝜗𝜚 ‿‿‿୨୧

By the time the period had ended, the entire castle had heard how the Gryffindor dance lessons proceeded. Probably record time, probably faster than anyone could ever say Merlin's saggy left bollock.

You were already tired of Alicia and Angelina trying to match you with George despite your neverending denials of being passionately in love with him until death from just dancing with him. Now, the entire school had joined in on it. You could only grumble and protest under your breath as you became the castle's favorite gossip pastime.

Of course, the Slytherins took a rumor and ran with it. They had found a new way to taunt the Weasleys and a new toy to torment them. Any other nemesis of the twins also took part.

One instance was when you had been rushing off to grab breakfast leftovers when you heard, "Running to meet Weasley, eh? Should've gotten up earlier to snog him in time for breakfast!"

Your first strategy was to ignore and flip people off. That hadn't been enough because the sneers got worse. You avoided any signs of ginger hear throughout the castle. The scarce accounts of you locking eyes with Geroge, and he had just given a curt nod with his permanent smirk.

You couldn't help but scoff. Fred had helped defend you once or twice, but that was it. It's all his fault, and all he does is laugh.

You couldn't help but direct your anger towards George. You knew it was heavily misplaced, but you couldn't do anything. No amount of insults, swearing, or mummy/daddy abuses ceased the talks. If only they made it worse.

You wanted to confront the redhead, but the words refused to form in your mind. Just the thought of speaking to him made your tongue feel heavy, and your cheeks flush with heat. Your fingers itched to intertwine with his warm ones, and your whole body yearned to be close to him. But as soon as those urges surfaced, you shook your head vigorously, side to side, until the world spun around you. Being dizzy was easier to endure than the whirlwind of those forbidden thoughts.

୨୧‿‿‿ 𝜗𝜚 ‿‿‿୨୧

You were standing in the courtyard during one of the breaks, waiting for lunch, when a sharp pain exploded at the side of your forehead. A heavy glass vial had struck you, clattering to the ground after impact.

"Hey, L/N," a taunting voice drawled. "Might wanna grab some contraceptive potions before you sleep with Weasley, or you'll end up breeding more than gnomes."

You bent to pick up the vial, your fingers curling around the cool glass as your brows furrowed in confusion. Then the realization hit, and your expression hardened into a sharp glare. The vial contained an actual contraception potion from an apothecary. Spinning on your heel, you locked eyes with the culprit: a blonde smirking devilishly, flanked by his entourage, their snickers biting at your ears.

"I'd shut your mouth if I were you," you said through gritted teeth, voice low and deadly. "Unless you want that ugly goblin shit you call a nose smashed into your skull." Your grip on the vial tightened, your knuckles blanching.

Goyle erupted in a guttural laugh but quickly silenced himself when Malfoy shot him a glare. Around you, the crowd stirred—murmurs of excitement spreading like wildfire. More students trickled into the courtyard, drawn by the rising tension, their curiosity adding weight to the charged atmosphere.

"Oh yeah?" Malfoy sneered, his lips curling in mockery. "What are you going to do? Call your filthy blood traitor lapdog to defend you?"

Pansy Parkinson's shrill giggle cut through the air. "Draco's just trying to help, you stupid Mudblood. But it looks like you'll happily pop out another Quidditch team full of losers."

The words hit like a slap to the face, and before you realized it, the vial slipped from your fingers, and your fists were flying.

The first punch landed solidly against Malfoy's jaw, snapping his head to the side. The collective gasp of the crowd barely registered in your ears as rage overtook you, a red-hot wave that blurred the edges of your vision. He stumbled back, but you weren't finished. You swung again, this time catching, hitting Pansy's nose, and then again, letting every ounce of frustration and fury you'd bottled up over the past few weeks pour into each strike.

The courtyard erupted into chaos. Malfoy's lackeys tried to pull you off, but you shoved them away. His smug smirk was gone, replaced with a wide-eyed expression of fear and pain as he weakly raised an arm to shield himself.

The crowd surged, students yelling and cheering, their voices blending into a cacophony. You didn't care. All you could see was green—your vision clouded with pure, unrelenting anger. You kept swinging, your fists aching, but it didn'tmatter. The satisfaction of each hit was the only thing grounding you.

Finally, strong hands grabbed your arms, hauling you backward. You kicked and struggled, breath coming in ragged gasps as the adrenaline coursing through you demanded you keep fighting.

"As much as I'd love for you to beat him to a pulp, love, I don't want to see you expelled." the captor of your arms whispered. Your body froze instantly, and you tried to catch a glimpse of the speaker. You noticed red hair peeking through the corners of your eyes.

"What in Godric's name is going on here?" the demanding voice asked, her sharp gaze cutting through the chaos. The crowd instantly silenced, students shrinking back under her scrutiny. Even Malfoy's friends, who had been so vocal moments ago, averted their eyes.

You froze, chest heaving, trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline still buzzed under your skin, but McGonagall's presence was like a cold bucket of water poured over you. Slowly, your fists unclenched, and you realized your knuckles were bruised and raw, faint smears of blood marking your fingers.

Professor McGonagall's lips thinned into a hard line. "Enough. Everyone—back to your business! This is not a spectator sport!" She turned her gaze back to you and Malfoy, her expression unrelenting. "The rest of you, to the Headmaster's office. Now."

Malfoy groaned as he struggled to his feet, favoring his side. "She attacked me!" he protested, his voice nasally and strained, no doubt from the blow you'd landed on his nose.

"And I have no doubt there's more to the story," McGonagall snapped, her tone brooking no argument. "But we'll deal with that where it's appropriate. Move along, Mr. Malfoy."

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The altercation between Malfoy and his gang and you had been carefully investigated and justly judged. Professor McGonagall, despite her strict nature, was surprisingly in your favor. George had also vouched for you, following you into the rotating staircase despite your attempts to elbow him off. He called the harassment ruthless bullying.

Parents were summoned, but despite them coming so, your highly modest and conservative mother refused to let the Parkinsons and Malfoys get a word out. To her, a lady's womanly issues were not to be discussed in the open nor ridiculed.

With two strong defenders, your mother and your professor, you got away with just detention and could still participate in the ball.

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It was the first snow of the year, and you were trapped in the Hogwarts kitchen. You had detention every Saturday morning, wehre your task was to scrub cauldrons. You needed to buy the last bits of accessories for the ball but had asked Alicia to pick them up since you were busy scrubbing.

Your fingers were numb from the rigor. As you brought the sponge towards you before pushing it forward, it shifted away from your hand. A frown accompanied by a tilted brow; you expected it to fall into the pot. Yet it continued to scrub and shell the cauldron—just like magic.

The second the thought crossed your mind, your head swung in all directions. Your eyes met the fellow leaning on the door frame with crossed arms and wand out—the ever so familiar missions glint in eyes and smug smirk.

"Hello, m'lady," he said as he went right before you. You tilted your head slightly to the side with a questioning look.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"Why are you helping me? This is detention, you know," you replied, trying to gauge his purpose in visiting.

"Yes, this is. As a man, I must, however, take responsibility for my lady's actions. You are, in fact, here because of me; is that not correct?" he replied more boisterously.

Your cheeks burned, a combination of frustration and embarrassment.

“First of all, I’m not ‘your lady,’ and second, no one asked you to play knight in shining armor. I can scrub cauldrons perfectly fine on my own.”

George's grin widened, unfazed by your tone. “Oh, I can see that, love. You’re scrubbing so well, you’ve almost got that cauldron to sparkle like new.” He gestured to the pot that was now gleaming under the enchanted sponge’s tireless efforts.

“But wouldn’t you rather spend your Saturday doing something less…” He paused, twirling his wand lazily, “…soul-crushing?”

You crossed your arms, glaring up at him. “And why would you care how I spend my Saturday?”

He shrugged, still smirking. “Call it a guilty conscience. Or maybe I just missed your company. You’ve been avoiding me ever since our little dance lesson, haven’t you?”

Your jaw tightened, the memory of that mortifying class flashing in your mind. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” you said stiffly.

“Oh no?” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur that sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine.

“So it’s purely coincidence that every time I walk into a room, you suddenly remember an urgent errand in the opposite direction?”

You scowled, willing your heart to stop fluttering like a caged snidget. “Maybe I just don’t enjoy being the subject of every stupid joke in the castle, thanks to you.”

George’s expression softened, his smirk fading into something more genuine. “That wasn’t my intention, you know,” he said quietly.

“I mean, I like a good laugh as much as the next bloke, but not at your expense.”

Your resolve faltered slightly, but you kept your arms crossed. “You didn’t exactly stop it, though, did you? All those rumors, all those stupid comments…”

“I didn’t stop it because I thought you could handle yourself,” George admitted, his gaze locking with yours. “You’reclever, tough, and brilliant. But maybe I underestimated how far people would take it.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, and the warmth spreading through your chest was both comforting and infuriating.

“Well,” you said finally, your tone softer than you intended, “maybe next time, don’t underestimate how annoying people can be.”

George chuckled, his usual mischief returning. “Duly noted. So, what do you say? Truce?” He extended his hand, his lopsided grin making your stomach flip.

You hesitated, eyeing his outstretched hand suspiciously. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” he said, his grin widening. “Just a chance to make it up to you. Starting with getting you out of this dungeon and into the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer. My treat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I’m still in detention, Weasley.”

“Details,” he said with a dismissive wave of his wand. “I’m a master of mischief, remember? If anyone asks, I’ll say I kidnapped you.”

Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously charming,” he quipped, holding his hand out again.

This time, you took it—his hand warm and steady in yours. It was the second time you’d ever held a boy’s hand, and somehow, it felt like the first time it truly mattered.

Professor McGonagall watched from a shadowed corner of the kitchen, arms crossed, her lips twitching upward in an uncharacteristic smile.

"Ridiculously charming, indeed," she muttered softly to herself, adjusting her spectacles. "I always knew those two would find their way to each other."

With a final glance at the pair sneaking out of the dungeon, hand in hand, she turned briskly on her heel. Her work was done—for now. After all, guiding her Gryffindors, even in matters of the heart, was just another part of the job.

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chaosreadingnerd · 6 months ago

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terrible profilers

(aka the team meets early seasons!spence's not-so-secret girlfriend)

a/n: this came to me in my dream last night and i cannot get over it, pls send asks/requests and tell me what you thought!

cw: reader has she/her pronouns, the team is nosy, my niche personal headcanons of how i think spencer would text, probably more tech inaccuracies

wc: 3.5k

part one

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The moment Spencer walks into the bullpen, he knows something’s up. Garcia never replied to the text he’d sent on Friday night, and he’d hoped she was just busy on their first weekend off in a while, but it’s clear there’s more. Clutching the strap of his satchel, he walks to his desk, observing the strange tension blanketing the room. For one, Hotch and Gideon are in the bullpen, standing in the corner speaking in hushed tones. Weird. They usually go to one of their offices to talk, and either way, they usually are stuck in their offices until lunchtime when they don’t have cases. Another thing. JJ and Penelope are standing around Elle’s desk, which isn’t out of the ordinary, but they’ve swivelled around to stare at Spencer like he’s an alien (which they do on occasion, but Spencer is pretty sure he hasn’t been strange yet. He just walked in!). Derek is sitting on Elle’s desk, leaning over to huddle with the three girls, but he’s frozen with his mouth open, like he just shut up for some reason.

“Uh… Good morning.” Spencer furrows his brows, but tries to shrug it off, more interested in the smell of coffee emanating from the kitchenette. Setting down his bag, he quickly busies himself with pouring his signature overly-sweet (according to you) coffee.

It’s like his movements snap a thread that has been holding his colleagues together, and they suddenly start bustling around the bullpen again. Derek sidles up beside him as he’s stirring in sugar, and Spencer braces himself for some Morgan-esque prod. But what he says has Spencer confused.

“Kid. You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Ok, something is going on. Spencer has worked with Derek since he was 22, and they’ve fallen into a very comfortable dynamic ever since. But neither of them have ever felt the need to reassure the other of their closeness.

“What’s up, Morgan? No jabs today?”

Derek stiffens, like he’s been caught in a lie, and scrambles to reply.

“Well… We- Um, Garcia worried about you on Friday. What was up with you leaving so suddenly?”

Spencer has to bite back a smile, memories of you, coming to ‘O Keefe’s just to see him, flooding into his mind. But he answers as smoothly as possible, still turned away from Derek as he elaborates.

“Oh, I felt a bit sick. I think it’s going back and forth from the more arid parts of the country that did it. Did you know, travelling between warmer and colder climates makes you more susceptible to contracting viruses because it strains your immune and musculoskeletal systems, causing the feedback loop of homeostasis to-” Derek puts a hand on his arm, and Spencer quiets.

“Okay, okay, pretty boy, I get it.”

With that, he walks off, and Spencer is left at the kitchenette, stirring his coffee, confused. It’s not like it was a lie, he was feeling a bit nauseous in the bar, so you insisted that you go home. He recovered that same night over a cup of tea, Metropolis on the television, and you cuddled up on the couch next to him.

When he walks back to his desk, mug in hand, he calls out to JJ, still standing by Elle’s desk.

“JJ, no cases today? …JJ?” The blonde is looking at him, but his words seem to fly right over her head, until Elle pokes her shoulder.

“Oh! No, the cases I’m being called about are still pending, we’re probably not leaving on anything until tomorrow.” Spencer smiles softly, glad to have at least one more night sleeping at home this week. Because of his reverie, he doesn’t notice the way JJ, Penelope and Elle are staring at him, befuddled expressions on their faces.

The day continues to be a little weird, much to Spencer’s chagrin. Around 1pm, Gideon emerges from his office again. This, already, is out of the blue. Gideon only leaves his office an average of 3.78 times a day, mainly to go to Hotch’s office, or to go home. This time, however, Gideon marches to Spencer’s desk.

Gideon comes to a stop next to Spencer’s desk chair, and it’s all he can do to muster a blank face and look into his mentor’s eyes.

“Hey, Gideon. What’s… What’s going on?”

The older man sighs wearily, looking down his nose at Spencer, looking uncannily like Spencer’s highschool Calculus teacher when she got irritated at him for being a ‘13 year old know-it-all’.

“Reid. You weren’t sick on Friday, were you?” What is happening? Spencer doesn’t lie, he’s never told Gideon something untrue, so this is incredibly out of the blue.

“Huh? No, what’s wrong? I felt nauseous, which could’ve been a symptom for an inner ear problem, inflammatory bowel disease, gastroenteritis…” Spencer continues to rattle off a list of things he could have had, not noticing the uncharacteristically soft, paternal gaze that Gideon has trained on him.

“...and even a brain tumour, but it was probably because I drank more than I usually do. Why do you think that’s not true?” Spencer finishes his little speech, looking up at Gideon with a confused expression. There’s nothing else the older man can do but sigh, patting his shoulder softly.

“Okay, Reid. Glad you’re feeling better now.” With that, the experienced profiler walks away, not bothering to reply to Spencer’s continued questioning:

“Gideon! What’s wrong? Why are you-” Gideon’s office door slams shut.

Unfortunately, Spencer cannot ignore the rest of the signs, spending the rest of the day in a state of coiled anxiety. Something is going on, but he can’t get anyone to tell him.

Derek and Elle are constantly glancing over at him, unreadable expressions on their faces. Penelope keeps finding excuses to go to Spencer’s desk, and even if Spencer wasn’t a profiler, he’d be able to see the words bubbling up in her throat, but she never says anything.

JJ doesn’t come talk to him at all, which is strange. Instead, she shoots him knowing looks whenever she’s in the bullpen, sending Spencer into a spiral every time she doesn’t say anything about why they’re all acting weird.

He’s even caught Hotch and Gideon peeking through the blinds over their office windows to look at Spencer, with the analytical looks they get when they’re observing a crime scene on their faces. It’s driving Spencer crazy, and he has to tell someone.

You’re leaving your desk at the university when your phone buzzes.

Your brow furrows at the text. Normally Spencer isn’t a fan of texting while he’s at work, and you’d told him multiple times how handsome he looked when he left the apartment this morning. He’s wearing his striped white button down and the purple tie you bought him for his birthday last year, he looks pretty. And you made sure to tell him so.

SPENCE <3: Hi. I looked normal when I left the house, right?

YOU: hi <3

YOU: no spence you look pretty i told you this morning didnt i?

SPENCE <3: You did, thank you. Everyone’s acting weird at work, and I can’t think of what it could be.

YOU: maybe its something with a case?

SPENCE <3: They would tell me if it was that, right?

YOU: ur right

YOU: if you cant think of it with that big beautiful brain its probably something to do with them

There’s a solid minute of silence before he texts you back, and you grin to yourself as you walk through the halls. You can see the flush growing over his face in your mind’s eye, the way he does every time you pay him a cheesy compliment.

SPENCE <3: I guess so. They won’t tell me anything about it, which is strange.

You frown a little, imagining his frustration at being out of the loop. Spencer has expressed his love for his coworkers to you many times, but he’s also told you about his struggles feeling like the ‘baby’ of the office, and the way it makes him feel isolated at times. Racking your brain to think of a way to cheer him up, you check the time on your watch (the twin of which is settled on Spencer’s wrist).

YOU: its nearly 6

YOU: if i leave my building now i can make it to your office in 30mins

YOU: i can pick you up and we could get thai for dinner

YOU: ?

The reply is instantaneous, and you smile, looking forward to seeing him earlier than you’d expected today.

SPENCE <3: That sounds great. I’m finishing up here but text me when you’re in the lobby and I’ll come down.

SPENCE <3: I need to go, I’ve been texting you from the bathroom.

SPENCE <3: See you soon :-)

The last half hour of Spencer’s workday flies by, unlike the way the clock had crawled previously. He finishes up the consults he was working on for the day, and begins packing up the moment the clock hits 18:27.

Derek and Elle are still sneaking glances at him, but Spencer couldn’t care less at this point. As he closes the flap of his satchel, his phone buzzes in his breast pocket. He can’t help but whip out his phone immediately, missing the bewildered looks that pass between his fellow profilers as he smiles down at the screen.

Y/N L/N: in the lobby now! i forgot how fancy it is here i feel underdressed

He doesn’t bother replying, instead opting to leave the bullpen through the glass doors, nodding at Derek and Elle, and pressing the elevator button immediately. He’s so engrossed in his thoughts as he stares at the closed doors, that he realises far too late what’s happening behind him.

He can hear the sounds of shuffling feet, a squeak of surprise (Penelope), hissed insult (Elle to Derek), and a firm clearing of a throat. Hotch. After sighing petulantly, Spencer turns on his heels to find the entire BAU team standing there, faces just as confusing as they’ve been all day.

“I’d ask you what’s wrong, but none of you gave me an answer the last 23 times I asked, so.”

There’s a beat of silence, before Hotch, of all people, says, “Reid, we need to… ask you something. About last Friday.” That’s strange. Spencer cocks his head in confusion.

“What about it? I already told Morgan and Gideon, I was feeling sick, but it turns out it was just that I’d just drank more than I was used to.”

Penelope looks like she’s about to burst, and finally, she blurts it out, voice slightly shrill. “Reid! Who is she?”

“Who is who?”

Derek butts in, a hand on Penelope’s shoulder. “Kid, that girl. The girl you were… close to, on Friday. At the bar?” Oh. That’s what they’re talking about?

“That was Y/N. My girlfriend. Are you mad I didn’t introduce you guys? I thought you were all busy.”

Spencer sees six sets of jaws drop. There’s more silence, before JJ croaks out, “Girlfriend?”

It’s a bit of a sight, to be honest. Penelope has clutched on to Derek, and Derek on to Elle. JJ is gobsmacked, eyes bulging out of their sockets. Even Hotch and Gideon look the most shocked Spencer has ever seen them. But why?

“Uh, yeah. She came to see me because we’d had plans before we decided to go out. Then when she found out I felt sick we went home.”

Gideon looks a little green, and when no one makes a sound, Hotch speaks, his normally stoic voice coming out a little shaky. “Reid, we didn't- We didn’t know you were seeing anybody.”

What? Now they’re being even weirder. Spencer can hear the elevator doors open behind him, but he doesn’t bother. This is something he has to get to the bottom of.

“How did you not know? I’m sure I’ve mentioned having plans with her multiple times. Elle, I told you about the time I went to the movies in New York with her, when we were on that case.” Elle looks more shocked, if that’s possible, but doesn’t say a word.

“Garcia, I asked you to help me find florists that have Gibraltar campions in Vegas that one time.” Penelope jolts, muttering under her breath about ‘idiot geniuses and their mothers’.

“Gideon, I asked you for advice on how to ask her out!” Gideon stiffens, remembering the time Spencer had asked him about his ex-wife. Was that Spencer asking for advice?

“I ran into you, JJ and Morgan, when I was with her, don’t you remember? She was in the aisle over” Derek distinctly remembers a time at the bookstore, they’d seen Spencer, but not noticed anyone with him. JJ shamefully recalls being too busy making fun of Spencer’s heart-studded tie to look around.

“Hotch, I told you about her! When I added her to my emergency contacts?” At this, Hotch pales. A year ago, Spencer had come to him with a request to change his 1st emergency contact from his mother to a Y/N L/N. How he never registered that this was a girlfriend, Hotch would never know, but he stares fixedly at his shoes as he contemplates quitting his job as a profiler.

Spencer looks at them, mystified. How did they not know? It’s not like he was ever hiding you! Of course, Spencer wanted to keep you to himself, so he didn’t talk about you that much, but they were profilers. He assumed they’d known, and just didn't want to embarrass him.

His phone buzzes twice, and he pulls it out to see another text from you.

Y/N L/N: spence are you coming

Y/N L/N: a guy in a suit is eyeing me weird he knows i dont belong come save me

A happy sigh leaves him, before he remembers the people standing in front of him, still gobsmacked. He scrubs a hand down his face wearily, and mutters slowly, as if he’s not sure if he wants to do this.

“She’s downstairs right now, we were going to take the metro home together. Do you… Do you guys want to meet her?” Penelope brightens up, and the rest of the team seem in higher spirits, despite their continued disappointment in themselves. Warily, Spencer opens the elevator door with a press of a button, and they all file in obediently.

“Please don’t be weird.”

“My good doctor, I would never!” He eyes Garcia with a fearful expression, but presses the ground floor button anyway. As the doors close, a strangled shout leaves JJ’s mouth.

“Wait, you live together?”

You are sitting on a bench inside the FBI Headquarters. No matter how many times you drop Spencer off or pick him up, this will always be surreal to you. And, right now, it’s not just surreal, it’s a little scary.

A real Danny Ocean type guy is sitting on a bench across the room, talking on the phone and eyeing you. Clearly, you don’t exactly look like an agent, you know that. Dressed in the uniform of a PhD student, jeans and an oversized Doctor Who t-shirt (Spencer’s), you know that you look out of place.

You’re just hoping Spencer walks out of the elevator before you get escorted out on suspicions that you’re a spy or something.

Like some deity has heard your words, you look up at the ding of the elevator to see Spencer… and a whole gaggle of people behind him, slapping at his shoulders and barraging him with questions. He looks harried, a line between his pretty eyes.

The line disappears, though, when he locks eyes with you. His eyes light up, and his steps grow in length, before he's left his entourage behind, at least for a couple of seconds.

He uses this time to explain to you: “Hi hello I'm so glad you're here and I need to tell you something-” As if on instinct, your hands come up to rest on his upper arms, thumbs moving in circles soothingly as he continues to ramble.

“-and well, they didn't know about you somehow? Which is crazy to me because you know I don't hide you so I don't know where they got that from but either way they were acting crazy, so I suggested they come meet you, and…” The group of people you now recognize to be the BAU have caught up to him, eyes darting between your face and Spencer's. His shoulders slump, and the agitated look returns, if a little less intense.

“Well, here they are.” He motions to the group behind him. “These are my coworkers, Jennifer Jareau, Elle Greenaway, Penelope Garcia, Aaron Hotchner, Jason Gideon, and Derek Morgan. Guys, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

Rising on your toes to see over his shoulder, you wave with a smile, eyes zeroing in on Penelope Garcia, who looks like she's vibrating from excitement, shouldering past Spencer to hold both of your hands.

“Hi! It's so good to meet you! I'd say I've heard a lot about you, but you know that's a lie, we didn't realize you existed until 10 minutes ago, but oh my god! You're here! You're so pretty- Spencer, she's so pretty!” She's practically bouncing up and down, causing Spencer to laugh sheepishly.

“Yeah, Garcia, I know that.” The next few minutes are a barrage of introductions and handshakes, all so brief that you can only get quick first impressions of them all.

Penelope is incredibly kind, not letting go of your hands until Spencer pries her off of you, telling you that you have to come out on girl's night with us, exactly like Spencer described her.

Elle is nearly intimidatingly cool, giving you a handshake and a smile, mentioning that she likes your eyeliner.

Aaron (Hotch? You're not sure how to refer to him) is nowhere near as stoic and intimidating as Spencer makes him out to be, breaking into a smile as he introduces himself, and grinning even wider when you congratulate him and his wife on their newborn child.

JJ is the sweetest. You've heard a lot about Spencer's best friend, and she lives up to expectations, squeezing you into a chaste hug with warm words.

Gideon is a little terrifying. He gives you a handshake, quirking the side of his lips in what you assume to be a smile, but saying very little beyond an introduction. You know how highly Spencer thinks of him, and hope he will warm up to you (Spencer is over the moon that he smiled, and tells you Gideon loved you later that night).

Derek is exactly how you expected him to be. Somehow, he makes you feel wholly comfortable after a single comment, and promises to regale you with all the Spencer stories you'd want (you see him punch Spencer in the arm, grinning and saying he approved).

Spencer pulls you away from them as quick as he can, citing your dinner plans as an excuse. He slings an arm around your waist, leading you out the door as you wave over your shoulder.

“It was great to meet you guys! We should go out to dinner or something!” You hear mixed shouts of agreement from behind you, before the doors shut and it's just you and Spencer, on the sidewalk outside the building.

It's butterfly-inducing, the way you can see the tension leave his shoulders when he turns to look down at you, brown eyes shining.

“I'm sorry that was so last-minute, I know they can be… a lot.” You giggle at the weariness in his tone, resting your forearms on his shoulders.

“They were really nice, Spence. I'm glad to finally meet them. They didn't know who I was?” He sighs, hands tightening slightly on your waist.

“I don't know what goes on with them half the time. I've told them things about you so many times, but they were just being dense, I suppose. They saw us on Friday, at ‘O Keefe’s, and they had no idea I was seeing someone!” He bends to rest his forehead in the crook of your neck with a sigh. As if on instinct, your hands come up to play with his hair.

“I guess they would have found it a little strange that you acted like nothing had changed, huh? Is that why they were being weird today?” He grumbles unintelligible words into your skin, before raising his head to look at you.

“I guess… You know I wasn't hiding you, right? I really thought they knew about you,” The earnestness on his face makes you want to implode, his thumbs rubbing minutely on your waist. Speaking would pop the bubble you've found yourselves in, so you find the best next option for you to show him your assertion.

Your hands roam up his neck to cup either side of his jaw, and slow, slow, slowly, you rise to your toes and kiss him.

Suddenly, Spencer's not worried anymore.

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the team is shocked to see that… early seasons!spencer pulls?? and he has pulled????

(aka, the team discovers that early seasons!spence has a girlfriend)

a/n: first cm fic!!! super indulgent, deffo way longer than it had to be but I don’t care, I love love love the dynamic of the s1/s2 team and I NEEDED to write it

cw: alcohol consumption, reader referred to as a woman, reader is around spencer’s age in s1/s2 (23-24), completely inaccurate early 2000s technology i think, cuties being cute, not edited in any way

wc: 2k

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“‘O Keefe’s! My wonderful, wonderful sweethearts, we are going out!” The moment the team steps out of the elevator, Penelope is bombarding them, hands moving wildly as words seem to tumble out of her mouth. “And yes, Hotch, I am sure we have no cases lined up yet, and yes, I’m sure JJ can corroborate that the moment she gets to her office and no, you may not stay behind, tonight is compulsory. That stands for you too, Gideon!”

Hotch hasn’t even opened his mouth, shaking his head in defeat as he takes in Garcia’s determined face. Under the watchful eyes of the team, his shoulders slump, a tired hand scrubbing down his face. “Fine. We all have to finish our reports, but if we’re all done in half an hour, we can go. Gideon?” He turns his face, hoping for Gideon to find a way to bunk off, but there’s a glint of amusement in the older man’s eye. “Sounds like there’s no getting out of it.” With that, he walks off, to his office.

Penelope whoops excitedly, “Okay! That means we’re all going! That’s the first time since Gideon came back,” but her face sets slightly when she meets Spencer’s eye. “No. No, Baby Genius, you will not do this to me,”

“Garcia, I have pl-” “No! You are coming out with us, and we’re going to have a great time, and whatever Russian indie film you were going to watch will still be there for you tomorrow. Okay? No more complaining, baby, you know I won’t listen.” With a pat on his shoulder, she flounces off. Defeated, he doesn’t move from the elevator area, shrugging helplessly when Elle, JJ and Morgan brush past him to the bullpen.

With a sigh, he takes out his phone, pressing his newly-programmed speed dial and bringing the phone to his ear. From Derek’s vantage point in the bullpen, he can see Spencer, pacing back and forth in front of the elevator doors, and he can see the moment whoever is on the other side picks up. The younger man’s face lights up, like when he’s on the receiving end of a rare Hotch smile out in the field, but more spirited, buoyant. Only snippets of the conversation float in through the slightly-ajar glass doors, but they’re enough to give him pause, and still his fingers above his keyboard.

“...Garcia’s got this plan for us all, and…”

“Yes, I know, I do like going out with them, but that’s not what I wanted to do…”

“...I took the metro tonight, so I think I’ll just… Really? You want to?”

At that point, Spencer turns, his voice muffling, and keeping Derek from his vested interest in his conversation. But what little he heard is more than enough to pique his interest. He flicks a pencil onto Elle’s desk. “Greenaway. You know if pretty boy’s mom is in town or something?” Elle looks up from her monitor, head tilting, “Not that I know of. Besides, doesn’t she not like flying? I don’t think he’d have her come here. Why do you ask?”

Derek doesn’t reply, simply gesturing to the glass doors, where Spencer is walking inside, his mouth twitching to conceal his smile. His steps are measured, like he’s trying to feign calm. He settles at his desk, hunching his back in a way that can’t be comfortable, typing rapidly as his knee jiggles up and down. Elle turns back to Derek, eyes wide with wonder.

“That is not how you look getting off the phone with your mother.”

The incident is quickly forgotten, however, when the BAU team are crammed into a booth in the back of the low-lit bar. Penelope has roped Hotch into helping her bring drinks back from the bar, and the rest are speaking a little too loudly, arms flinging and bumping into the empty glasses littering the table.

All except for Gideon, who, despite having had three glasses of whiskey, is still just as calm and observant as he is fully sober. It is this that causes him to zero in on Spencer, sitting across from him, sandwiched between Morgan and the newly-returned Garcia.

There’s a pink flush across his high cheekbones, and he’s incredibly giggly, all things that are completely expected for him, a few drinks in. However, what the experienced profiler picks up on, are his darting eyes. Spencer can often be found staring into the middle distance, or, since Gideon taught him the importance of building rapport with victims and officers alike, trained steadily on the space between someone’s eyebrows, but this time it’s different.

His eyes flick to whoever’s talking, feigning interest, but every few seconds, it turns back down to his lap, where something is clutched in the hand he keeps under the table. If it were Hotch, Gideon would know with absolute certainty that he was watching his phone, waiting for a text from Haley.

But this is Spencer. The youngest person he knows. The youngest person he knows whose technological knowledge is somehow worse than Gideon’s own. What on earth would have Spencer acting-

Oh. Gideon nearly gasps at Spencer’s movements. On his fifteenth peek down at his lap, Spencer stiffens, then draws his hand up from his lap to get closer to his face. It is his phone, and Spencer Reid has somehow learned to text as quickly as Morgan does. His thumbs fly over the buttons on his phone, and he can’t hold back the smile that spreads on his face.

Gideon’s eyes furrow, and he can’t hold back from nudging Hotch’s shoulder, pointing in Spencer’s direction. Hotch pulls himself away from his conversation with JJ, and Gideon can see his expression morph from mild interest, to confusion, to complete bewilderment. After a beat, his face turns to meet Gideon’s and his normally stoic demeanor is shaken, eyes wide.

Spencer, however, doesn’t even notice his mentors’ faces, still tapping away at his phone and craning his neck to look around the bar.

It’s a while later, when JJ has pulled the team (minus Hotch and Gideon) onto the dance floor, a few drinks past tipsy at this point. She’s laughing out loud, holding Elle’s hand and twirling her under her arm. Penelope and Derek are mock-waltzing, bursting into laughter every few steps, and Spencer…

JJ pauses for a moment, before Elle pulls her into moving again. Her head whips around, trying to find Spencer, before giving up. He must be back at the table with Hotch and Gideon, he was never very comfortable dancing anyway.

The four on the dance floor quickly devolve into a mess, swapping partners until they’re all dizzy and laughing. JJ and Penelope are shimmying back and forth together, when Penelope gasps a little, tapping JJ’s arm without ceasing her movements. “Jayj! Look, see that girl at the bar?” She gestures subtly at a younger woman, probably in her early twenties, wearing a purple wrap top that has JJ sighing wistfully.

“Pen, I think I’ve seen my soulmate. Would it be weird for me to crawl over there and beg her for her shirt?” Penelope giggles, gripping JJ’s forearms so they can sway to the music dramatically. “Just a little, my sweet. How about we go ask her where it’s from, though? I think that would be a little more…” She goes uncharacteristically silent, and it has JJ twisting to see what shut her up. However, Penelope tightens her grip on her arms, keeping her from moving.

“JJ. My love, my heart. You’ll always be honest with me, won’t you?” Now she’s worried. JJ nods quickly, deciding to just focus on Penelope. “Yeah, Garcia, of course. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m seeing things, and you are one of the most qualified people in the world to tell me if I’m going crazy. I’m going to turn us around, and you’re going to look at the woman in that gorgeous top, and you are going to either scream, or send me off to Hotch for a psychological evaluation.” Her tone is serious, hushed, and JJ nods solemnly.

The intricate plan is conducted, and JJ is now facing the bar, her eyes searching for the girl, when she stiffens, sucking in a breath. “Yes! I’m not crazy, you see it right? What is going on!” Penelope smacks her arm repeatedly, but JJ can’t tear her eyes away from it. It being something she couldn’t possibly have prepared herself for, not in her wildest imaginations.

The girl is sitting on a barstool, sipping at a cocktail, and chatting to… Spencer. Spencer, the BAU’s Spencer, child-prodigy-lovable-dork-awkward-mess Spencer Reid, is stood in between her legs, smiling down at Mystery Girl without a hint of fear. It’s devastatingly sweet, his eyes soft in a way she’s never seen before, as he nods along with whatever she’s saying. Penelope jolts her out of her trance with a tap to the arm, JJ whispering, “He’s so… carefree.”

That’s the only way to describe it. He’s looking down at her, eyes locked onto hers, and he’s still. His hands aren’t tapping, his leg isn’t shaking. He’s just looking at her.

JJ can feel Morgan and Elle huddle near her, questioning Penelope about what they’re looking at, before shutting up as they see it. She hears them take twin gasps, and huddle even closer. They stand in silence, surely a hindrance to the people dancing, but they can’t tear themselves away.

It’s only when Spencer shatters their worlds once more that they finally find themselves able to move. Four pairs of eyes follow him, as he leans even further towards Mystery Girl, and they all bulge at once when he raises a hand, carding his fingers through her hair. Penelope whispers, “oh my god”, Elle grips JJ’s arm in a vice grip, and Derek makes an unseemly noise, before gripping their arms, tugging them back to the booth.

They collapse in the seats, faces pale as they look at each other, next to a very confused Gideon and Hotch.

“What? What is it?” Hotch questions them, brow furrowed deeply. None of them speak, however. Only Elle lifts a weak hand to point. She directs their attention to the sight at the bar, and they all turn back to it, gasping once again. They’re… “kissing,” Derek breathes, shocked. Hotch and Gideon stiffen, but still crane their heads until their eyes fall on what has rendered their highly trained team speechless. And their reactions are just as silent.

Mystery Girl has stood up, her arms around Spencer’s neck, and he’s leaned down to meet her lips, hands braced on her hips. It’s honestly not that scandalous, a lazy, casual kiss that they part from with twin smiles, but the FBI agents can’t handle it. They don’t say a word, straining their ears to hear whatever she is saying as he holds her hand (Penelope lets out a squeak at that), and walks with her towards the door, not even noticing that his coworkers have returned to the booth. Her voice is low, but Hotch manages to pick up a few of the words.

“...go home and watch that movie I was telling you about? Metropolis, I think you’ll really…” And they’re off. Spencer Reid has left a bar, holding hands with a girl (that he’s apparently spoken to multiple times? Who refers to a place as home for both of them?), acting like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

The group sits in silence, unable to muster a comment, when Penelope’s phone buzzes. She checks it, and silently turns the screen over so they can all read it.

BOY GENIUS: Hey Garcia. I wasn’t feeling well so I decided to go home. See you Monday :-)

“What?”

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