Hey! I Saw You Were Asking For Request So I Thought Maybe A Fred X Reader?

hey! I saw you were asking for request so I thought maybe a Fred X reader?

they're obliviously in love with eachother and pinning and so on

they're trying to pull of a prank (don't know what or to who) and they have to pretend they're together, people believe them because it's nothing out of normal. when they say it's a joke, no one believes them. they finally realise it and the ending is you're choice. maybe a confession or something?

hope you like it?? if you don't dw you're not obliged to write it really<3

About Time 🦁⏰️

Hey! I Saw You Were Asking For Request So I Thought Maybe A Fred X Reader?

George grows tiresome of his brothers lack of attempts to confess to his love

fluff // f.w // x friend! reader

Wherever Fred and George were, you could find y/n. And whenever y/n was, the twins were close by. They had always been friends, ever since George let out a dungbomb on the train first year and y/n was sadly his victim. But nevertheless she found it hilarious and they became the mischievous trio that caused havock across Hogwarts.

Other students presumed you had a thing for one of them, or that they had a thing for you, but whenever someone would bring it up, you'd just laugh and say the very thought made you feel sick. You always saw them as your brothers and that's how it would always be.

However here you were sat across from Fred in the Gryffindor common room and there was something about him that had you staring into his eyes in an unusual way. Maybe he got a haircut? Or straightened his smile? Whatever it was had your entire world shook.

"I think that's what we should do." shrugged Fred.

"Not half bad Fred, your take y/n?" George asked. The three of you were staying up late trying to think up some great idea to help the Hogwart students loosen up. Everyone was greatly stressed due to the ever so lovely presence of Umbridge and it would be fun. The twins also had their plans to leave Hogwarts and thought this would be their grand way of saying goodbye.

"My what?" you replied caught off guard.

"Did you not hear anything of what I just said?" asked Fred.

George sniggered and poked you in your side. You rolled your eyes at him and got up from the comfy armchair. "Whatever. I'm fine with anything. Just tell me when and what, I'm off to bed now." And with a final stretch you left the common room.

"She was definitely checking you out mate." nodded George.

"Not this again," moaned Fred, "Just because I told you I think she's pretty doesn't mean she's got a fat crush on me. I'm off to bed too."

George rolled his eyes at his brother. Contrary to both of your beliefs, George seemed to be the only person (along with the entire hogwarts student body) to notice that the two of you were helplessly pining after each other. You had mentioned off hand comments about Fred to George. He wasn't stupid, he knew those comments and your stares could only mean one thing. Similarly he knew his brother better then he knew himself, Fred had had the biggest crush on you since first year. To be frank George was bored of this, and made it his mission to get one of you to confess before they were to leave.

"Morning y/n." smiled Fred at you the next morning at breakfast.

You smiled at him in return as he took his place beside you. He ruffled your hair and took a grape from your plate.

"So here's an extra idea," began George, "Theres something that I need from Umbridge's office and as you know she has those rules about no couples. How about to distract her, you two act as a couple so I can go get it."

You and Fred stared at him with a blank expression. "Act as a couple?" stuttered Fred.

"Who'd believe that smartass?" you added.

"Trust me a lot of people would." George muttered under his breath, "Just do it for a few minutes and I'll be done before you know it." he winked before leaving the dinner table.

"Hah, the two of us." you chucked, shaking your head absentmindedly at the very thought.

"I know right, I'll have to tell George drinking this early is affecting his mind." He joked, but there was something in his tone that sounded as though his mind was somewhere else. He seemed quite absent these days, ever since the two had told you they were leaving Hogwarts.

"Is everything ok Freddy?" you asked with wide eyes.

Having been caught off guard by your question, he turned to meet your eyes. He stared for a minute before nodding gently. A warm smile creeping onto his face, "Cause it is y/n, come on lets go eat each others faces off."

On your way to Umbridge's office, you took it upon yourself to take his hand into yours. To make it more believable of course and definitely not because you wanted to feel his soft skin in yours.

"We're here, and she's there." Fred finally poined out. Umbridge was stood outside her office eyeing up the two of you.

"Well here goes nothing." You whispered as you cupped his face and pressed your lips into his. At first he seemed taken aback and stiff, but when he relaxed into your touch, it was like a million little fireworks erupted onto your lips. In that moment it didn't feel like you were acting, the way how his hand came to hold your waist and how he deepened the kiss felt natural. He allowed you to bite down onto his bottom lip gently and you snuck your tongue into his mouth.

"Eh children!" a shrieking voice interrupted.

You giggled into his lips and pulled away for a breath. You looked up at him, he towered over you as he always did. He had leaned onto the wall beside him slightly, his arm resting against it. He was looking down at you with the widest eyes, and in that moment you thought you could see the need for more on his face. And so with a wave of confidence, you grabbed his tie and pulled him back on to you. You enjoyed the kiss until you were pulled back by an angry looking Umbridge, and noticed a crowd had appeared around the two of you.

"Three weeks detention the both of you." and as she marched away, you sarcastically bowed to her back as the crowd clapped at your rebellious behaviour.

"So did you get what you needed George?" you asked at dinner.

George didn't reply, instead he nodded with a wide grin.

The entire school seemed to be talking about what had happened before. And not many of them seemed to be too shocked.

Fred had gone to his room and was not present at dinner. He mentioned he had not felt well.

"It's a shame with Fred and y/n I guess, I was going to ask her out ages ago." You heard someone from the Hufflepuff table say.

"What do you mean? We're not actually together." you laughed as you turned to see two hufflepuffs in your year.

"Yeah course not." one of them said.

"Everyone knows you've been together since like forever." the other added.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, "no we haven't. Tell them George."

But George did not tell them, and instead raised his eyebrows at you.

"Your little show said otherwise." the hufflepuff boy said lastly before turning back to his food.

Ok maybe there was some slight truth to what he had said. Friends don't kiss like that. But thats all you were friends. Right? Fred had been your closest friend for the past 6 years and nothing more. Sure as of recent he had been catching your eye in a different way, but maybe that was just the hormones speaking.

"Just go y/n. The two of you are driving me round the bend." George groaned.

You knocked at his door. The rush of adrenaline you had initially felt when George hinted Fred liked you more than friends had now disappeared and reality had hit you like a bus. You were going to confess to your best friend and potentially ruin your friendship, well you say confess but you still weren't 100 percent sure what your feelings were.

"Tell me that kiss meant something to you." You blabbed when he opened the door. He stared at you for a moment before nodding.

"Of course it did y/n." he muttered as he opened the door fully allowing you to step in.

"Because, recently I've been feeling something and I don't know what it is. And everyone acts as though it's normal for us to kiss. But I don't know I really don't. And you've been quiet recently, I didn't know if you didn't like me like that. I don't want to ruin the friendship."

"y/n, darling your blabbing," he smiled, and it was that mischievous smile that you had not seen in a while, "I guess your less of a coward then me because you've finally brought up the conversation. But I'm different, I know exactly my feelings for you."

"And what are they?" you whispered.

"I love you. I've always known, but I didn't want to ruin anything. And I've been quiet recently because well me and George are leaving, I can't start something and then just leave."

"But you're not leaving forever, we can still talk and theres the holidays. And when I finish school I can come help out at the shop till I get a real job." you suggested, holding his hands.

He brought up one of your hands to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the side of it.

"I'm sorry y/n I should have told you earlier."

"Don't be sorry Freddy, at least now I know for sure I love you too."

He leaned down and kissed you. But this time it was much softer, he kissed you as though you were the most fragile thing.

The sound of clapping disrupted the two of you and you turned to see George stood in the doorway clapping slowly.

"About bloody time."

sweet.

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff

summary: beomgyu is whipped for the reader, that's it. that's the plot. just something short and sweet to make your hearts ache.

warnings: none<3

word count: 557

notes: the continuous rain outside has had me yearning for love yet again<//3

beomgyu buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you even closer, unable to get enough of the feeling his body touching yours, skin on skin burning so deeply against each other. you could his hot breath against your collarbones, silky hair tickling your skin.

“are you tired?”

beomgyu didn’t open his mouth to speak, he couldn’t even find the energy to move a finger; his deep hum that you interpreted as a “yes” vibrated against your body. you combed your fingers through the strands of his hair, occasionally letting your nails gently scratch against his scalp, making a soft sigh escape his lips. beomgyu didn’t have to pretend that he was okay with you. he didn’t have to put on a facade, to hide away his emotions, his stress and worries. with you, he could just show his true, raw self. “i love you” he whispered so softly against your skin, that you were unable to make out the words he was saying.

“hm? what did you say, gyu?”

he pressed his lips against your collarbone, then left a kiss on your neck, then another- and another. you didn’t question his actions, simply enjoying the feeling of his plush lips on your skin. he lifted himself up from his position on your chest. his lips traced a path from your neck to one of your arms, then back up and onto the other, to treat it with just as much care and attention. beomgyu took your hands in his, interlocking your fingers and pressing them down on the soft pillow above your head. he gave you another kiss, this time, on the corner of your jaw. he brought his face closer to yours until your noses touched. he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled, biting down on his lower lip, then he looked directly into your eyes as he whispered once again:

“i love you.” he stared intently at you “i love you- so much.” your heart’s pace picked up, burning from the amount of love you held for him. you glanced over at his lips, begging him in your mind to close the distance “my heart is so full of you, that i can hardly call it mine.” and with that- he kissed you on your mouth, fulfilling your unspoken wish. your chest felt warm, butterflies still flying around your stomach just like the very first time you got a taste of his sweet lips. “i love you too, gyu” you grinned into the kiss. you didn’t know how beomgyu’s heart melted entirely at the mere sound of those words; how ultimately, you were his greatest weakness. you didn’t need to say it back to him- and yet you did. beomgyu felt warm all over, the bangs framing his face hiding his burning cheeks away from you. he eagerly kissed you again- as if it was his last time he would be able to see you, to touch you again. no words would have been able to capture his feelings as well as his kisses did. he wasn’t aggressive- he was still tender, caressing your lips with his so delicately, yet so full of passion, hushed loving whispers and promises shared only between the two of you sneaking in as your lips crushed together.

it was so sweet, knowing that you loved him.

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emperorshoe

1 year ago

the secrets of thunderstorms

pairing: sirius black x potter!fem!reader word count: 2.6k warnings: fluff, angst, cursing, not proofread summary: when sirius knocks on your bedroom door in the middle of the night during a thunderstorm

a/n: first fic hehe i hope you all like it! it kinda went a different direction than planned and idk if i fully like it, but here it is!

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it was the middle of the night, probably close to one o'clock in the morning, rain was pouring on your windows and rolling thunder could be heard every few minutes. maybe that's why you didn't hear the knocks at first. they were quiet... well, quiet compared to the thunder that didn't seem to be able to just stop. it was keeping you awake, and we were just about to go crazy from frustration. so, perhaps, the knocking was a blessing in disguise.

the knocks were coming from your bedroom door. specifically, the one that led to your garden patio. it was your favorite relaxing spot on sunny days, but it wasn't sunny then. it wasn't sunny and it wasn't daytime. it was storming and it was one-in-the-fucking-morning.

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

you rolled out of bed with a groan, slipping on some slippers and pulling on your robe. shuffling to the door, you pulled your robe further around your body to fight the chilled night air and pulled the door open.

the sight in front of you was a surprise. usually he went to your twin brother, james potter, when he needed something, so why was he standing at your door? he looked rather pitiful. his long, dark hair was soaked and dripping water onto his already more-than-damp clothes, which were sticking to his skin. he seemed to be out of breath, and his hand was raised in a fist, as if he was about to knock one more time.

you pull him inside without a word and rush to find a towel in your bathroom, finding a recently washed one, you throw it to him, not looking to see if he's caught it. instead, you rush to james room, effectively sneaking in as you had done a thousand times before. you steal some shorts and a shirt before shutting the door soundlessly, tiptoeing back to your bedroom.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

knowing he was in a distressed mood, you held back your glare at the nickname. he wasn't supposed to call you that anymore, not after everything. you closed your eyes and leaned your head back with a sigh.

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

you were so confused, honestly so fucking hurt. you refused to show him that, though. you just hoped your tone didn't betray you. "not good enough. why did you come to me, sirius? you always go to james."

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

he sighed, he came here to make you like him again, he might as well give you the truth. "listen, y/n, i fucked everything up-" he tried to explain, but he couldn't concentrate when your eyes were everywhere but on him. "fuck, y/n, could you just look at me?" his tone was desperate. "please?" he refused to continue till your eyes met his, and the tears in your eyes broke his heart.

"i messed up that day, i know i did. i was with her and all the sudden she was kissing me, and i was kissing her back. fuck, i was so drunk. that's no excuse, i know, but i-" he took a deep breath to gather his thoughts and stop his rambling. "james was telling me you liked me back, so i thought, 'shit, maybe i'll go for it.' so i did. i started talking with you more, spent more time alone with you, and i just- i fell for you even harder." he wanted you to believe him so badly. he needed you to.

"i was walking to ask you out, on a real date, and you were sitting with fucking lucius malfoy. he was fucking flirting with you, and you weren't stopping him." he looked away from you for a minute before continuing, "i didn't think to ask you about it. i just- i saw red. i took the rest of moony's liquor and got shit-faced. i don't even remember the girl's name, maybe that makes it worse, i don't know. next thing i know, i see you there, and you're runnin' away crying and i didn't even run after you. i just kept on kissing the girl."

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

"when i got back to the common room the next morning, i was violently hung over, and the first thing that happened was james punching me right in the left eye. had a bruise there for two weeks after," he laughed softly, "he told me that you were stuck with lucius for a school project so you had to deal with him. i knew i fucked it all up then." he met your eyes again, a desperate look in them as he came and took your hands in his. he so badly wanted to wipe your tears away. "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry. fuck, i never wanted to hurt you. i promised james i wouldn't. i need you to believe me when i tell you: i want you. i don't want anyone else but you."

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

it wasn't quite forgiveness yet, but you weren't turning him away. he knew you'd come around, but that you wanted to sleep it over. you faced away from him in bed and tried to steady your breathing. hesitantly, sirius pressed his chest to your back and put his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you.

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you woke up to someone's fingers running through your hair. your head is on said someone's chest, and your legs are intertwined. the memories of the

whoever was at your door was about to feel your wrath.

when you arrived, you threw the clothes at sirius.

"change in the bathroom." you nodded your head in the direction of the bathroom, taking a seat on the edge of your bed.

sirius nodded, "thanks, love."

you didn't acknowledge him until he took a seat in the desk chair across from you.

"why are you here, sirius?" you kept your voice even as you stared at him.

"to get away." it was a believable enough answer to someone who knew his situation.

you kept your stare on him, picking apart his expressions and body language. he looked down to avoid your eyes. looked like a ashamed puppy, who was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

he dragged a hand through his hair. fuck, you loved his hair, you missed running your fingers through it. you missed him. he looked at you with a sheepish smile. "i didn't wanna... wake him?"

never mind. you didn't miss him. you wanted him to leave.

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep your tears at bay. when you open them, you look around the room. looking everywhere but him.

god, he hated that.

when you answered, your voice sounded slightly desperate and hurt and vulnerable. "why are you here?" you ask just once more.

silent tears were streaming down your face at this point, and you kept your eyes on him as he finished his story.

you took another deep breath and wiped your tears away on the sleeve of your robe. you took in his story slowly, you understood where he was coming from, and you wanted him, too. you knew you did.

sirius looked at you with hopeful eyes. you pulled him up from his knees. "come get some sleep, okay? it's been a long night."

he just wanted to hold you.

you didn't move away. instead, you relaxed at his touch and fell asleep. he placed a small kiss on your temple before falling asleep right after you. the memories of the previous night come back as you slowly open your eyes to you meet sirius' grey ones.

"mornin', love," he spoke in a whisper and a soft smile graced his lips.

you looked back at him and wanted to kiss that adorable little smile on his lips. but instead you apologize. "'m sorry, siri."

sirius frowned at you. "for what?"

"for not listening to you sooner," you whispered back. the moment felt intimate in a way you had been craving for a long time. "i should've at least heard you out."

"you did last night, lovely," his tone matched yours as he stroked his fingers through your hair some more. "even if you didn't, no one would've blamed you. not even me."

"is it true what you said last night?" you asked softly, tracing aimless shapes on his clothed chest. "that you want me still?"

"of course it's true," he chuckled softly. "why do you think i went through all that to get you to hear me out?"

your hand went to find his cheek, he leaned into your touch. "i still want you, too, sirius."

"really?" he had a hopeful smirk.

you grinned at him. "why do you think i let you sleep in my bed with me?" scooting closer to him, you leaned your face closer to his, lips almost touching, breaths mingling. "now, let me kiss you?"

"whenever you fucking want, love, these lips are yours."

----

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emperorshoe

2 years ago

Vasco dating headcannons bc why not

(this is my first time writing hcs so dont come for me😭😭)

-when you asked him out for the first time (because he was too shy to ask you) his face turned completely red and nodded his head happily “yes! can we get a kangaroo??”

-looooovveess holding hands and he completely melts when you love on him

-you are definitely gonna need to plan the dates and stuff because the only thing hes good at planing is bnc meetups.

-oh yeah he definitely loves it when you wear his clothes but doesnt completely understand why you do when you have your own clothes.

-gives the weirdest gifts to you. “hey -name-?” “yes Vasco?” “i got you a fuzzy pen at the store today.” “oh. ok”

-will tear up when you kiss him for the first time.

omfg this was so short but thank you for reading

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emperorshoe

2 years ago

Jaeyoon

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emperorshoe

1 year ago

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emperorshoe

2 years ago

baby blurb request so you don’t have to study!! reader being on her period and benedict comforting her? and yk him not being a sexist dick about it

"my love?!" benedict entered your bedchamber in a panic, having returned from his day out with his brothers only to be told that his wife was ill and resting. anxiety flooded him, and he immediately rushed to your bedchamber to see whether you required the doctor or not.

you sat up upon hearing him enter the room, soft blankets atop of you keeping you warm. "ben." you smiled at your husband, though your smile fell when you saw the concerned look on his face. "what's the matter?"

"your maid said that you're ill. she's being rather dismissive about the whole thing... shall i fetch a doctor?" benedict questioned, closing the door behind him and taking a few steps forwards to sit on the bed beside you.

you shook your head, suppressing a laugh but finding it endearing just how concerned your husband was for you. "there's no need for a doctor, ben. it's just... you know." you didn't want to utter the words in front of your husband, having always been taught to keep your menstruation secret and hidden - especially around men.

benedict rose his eyebrows, shaking his head. "it's just?" he pressed, your cheeks beginning to flush. a few seconds of silence passed, and the penny eventually dropped. "oh! oh..." benedict began to blush, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

"you're right. no need for a doctor it would seem." he laughed quietly at his own concern, kicking his boots off and laying on the bed beside you. "is there anything that i can do? to make you feel better?"

you turn on your side to face benedict, shaking your head as you gazed at your husband. "i just have cramps s'all." you close your eyes, your bed sheets moving next to you as ben joined you under the many blankets.

benedict pulled you to be closer to him, his warm hand finding its way up your nightgown to rest gently atop of your tummy - soothing your pain. a small content sound escapes your lips at the sudden warmth pressed against your skin. "is that better?" he whispers.

"mhm. better."

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emperorshoe

11 months ago