Turtletaylor98 - To Marry George🎉 Or Run Away With Peter🕸?

“Thank God” “Yeah I guess” OMFG STOP YES

Thank Chuck

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Characters: Dean x F!Reader, Jensen Ackles x AU!Reader, Chuck, Sam

Words: 3,453

Summary: A divine intervention makes Dean realize the folly beneath his fear of loving you. (French Mistake AU)

Warnings: alcohol?, language, angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, fluff, pregnancy, implied smut, slightly ooc chuck

A/N: written for @jawritter and @sofreddie's 2k prompt-palooza. congrats to both of you! my prompt was the word "delicate"

Square Filled: dream sequence for @spnfluffbingo and chuck for @spnmixedbingo

MASTERLIST

You took a sip of whiskey and weighed the risks of your impulsive desires as you felt it glide down your gullet and fill you with warmth, “Hey, Dean?”

He was staring at the golden liquid in his own glass, thick fingers engulfing the tumbler as they dipped it this way and that, letting the sloshing alcohol slowly hypnotize him. “Yeah?”

“How drunk are you?”

“Prolly not enough for whatever you’re about to ask me,” he quipped in that raspy baritone before looking up at you from across the table, “But you’re gonna ask me anyway, right?”

It wasn’t like you could help it. Ethanol always made you inquisitive and nights like this, when you were finally home after a rough, hunt-induced revelation – yet another ruthless confirmation of how damned humanity really was, barely treading the waters of an infinite, tumultuous ocean without a benevolent god in sight – made you yearn for him beyond usual. And the despondency in his eyes only added to your need to know, “You ever think there could be more to this life?”

“Like what?” he asked cautiously, green eyes narrowing as he took another gulp from his cup.

“I dunno, like- maybe not the full ‘apple pie life’, but just- someone to share your… wins and losses with? Someone to celebrate with when you get a one-up on yourself, someone to hold onto when everything goes to shit?”

“What, are you crushing on Sammy or something?” Dean forced a laugh, but even just joking about it hurt him inconceivably.

With a decisive huff, you relinquished your nightcap and relented, “You know what? Never mind. I’m heading in. Don’t stay up too late, bud,” your hand landed briefly on the vast terrain of his shoulder as you walked by him on your way to bed.

Dean’s gaze was locked straight ahead, knuckles losing color as his grip tightened around his useless drink. It took everything within him not to shatter the glass with his bare hands or launch it across the room to watch the remaining bourbon fly and the fractured pieces of its container ricochet around him. As if he hadn’t made enough mistakes today. Now this.

God, how he wished he could change the nature of your relationship, get you to call him something other than ‘buddy’ or ‘sport’ or ‘dude’ or ‘man’ one day. But instead, he just kept pushing you further and further away, because though you never acted like it, he told himself you were a delicate flower, prone to getting trampled by his heavy and muddy steel toe boot if he ever got too close. It was a mantra etched inside his brain and Dean never wanted to see your light weighed down or your beauty sullied. There was no way he could forgive himself if he let that happen, never mind if he were the very cause of it.

But distancing himself was almost just as painful, and he could never stand to let that flower completely out of his sight, despite thinking himself unfit for your resplendent company, crass and tainted as he was. Yet he’d been endlessly grateful when you chose to spend your time with him after this shitshow of a day. So why couldn’t he have just offered you a few words of comfort or a simple, heartfelt conversation? Perhaps you were better off with someone like Sam. Or anyone other than him really, because in what universe would he be good enough for you?

“And cut!”

Dean’s eyes jerked open, and it took him a moment to realize he’d fallen asleep at the table where you’d left him, the only difference being now there was an entire film crew bustling around him, a camera in his face, and a giant mic above his head. Yeah, he would have been freaking the fuck out if he hadn’t been here before.

“That’s a wrap, guys. Great job, Jay.”

What the hell?! Again?! This must be a dream, Dean thought.

“Oh hey, Jensen, your wife was looking for you. She’s waiting for you in your trailer,” a random PA informed him with a wink.

“My wh-“ he started, but the man was already gone.

Unsure of what else to do and naturally more than a little curious, Dean cautiously made his way off the set of Supernatural to find the trailer that belonged to ‘fake him’.

Its inside looked nothing like he remembered. There was no aquarium and no helicopter, but there was a large sofa bed in the far corner, above which laid a curled figure facing away from the entrance.

Dean approached timidly, his heart pounding furiously by the time he was less than an arm’s length away from whom must’ve been his fake wife.

The mysterious woman stirred, grumbling as she did, “Mm, Jense?” She turned slightly toward him before burying her face in her hands, “Oh shoot, did I fall asleep waiting for you again? I’m sorry, I’ve just been so tired lately.”

Wait. He knew that voice. He loved that voice. That voice was what kept him going on the days he got tired of it all, the days he was tempted to completely forgo the name of Dean Winchester. But it couldn’t be, could it? Then again, the last time they were here, Sam was married to fake Ruby, so he supposed finding you in his tv star alter ego’s trailer was not as insane as it seemed.

His speculation was affirmed when you slowly climbed to your feet. “Y- Y/N?”

“Oh shut up, that’s getting old,” you chuckled and Dean couldn’t help but stare in awe of your smile. It was nearly identical to his Y/N’s, except it held a radiant levity he had never before seen. And when you moved to stand in front of him, he discernably blanched at the sight of something else he’d never seen.

Dean had been so shocked to find you here, he hadn’t even noticed your swollen stomach. A crushing weight bloomed across his chest while something twinged within his own gut, and although he moved his lips, no words came out, only a stuttered breath of a gasp.

“Baby? You OK?” Your voice was soothing and concerned and suddenly you were a mere foot away, small and tender hands latching onto his, “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He didn’t respond; he couldn’t. His eyes just kept flickering between your hands, your stomach, and your face.

“Here, sit down,” you guided him toward the bed behind you and pushed him down by the shoulders, “Lemme get you some water.”

As he watched you pour him a cup from a dispenser in the opposite corner, he managed to regain some of his senses. “Uh- isn’t this backwards?” he tried airily, “Shouldn’t I be the one taking care of you?”

You scoffed on your way back to him, “Just cause I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I can’t look after my husband.”

Dean couldn’t repress the soft laughter he exhaled, because that sounded exactly like something the real you would say. But what came next wasn’t quite as typical. While one of your hands passed him the water, the other slid along his shoulders in a consoling manner that had him melting beneath your touch. You were standing so close to him, the curve of your belly brushed his arm.

“I- I did this?” he gestured awkwardly at your baby bump, cringing inwardly until your bubbly giggle hit his ears.

“Do you not remember how it happened?” There was that smile again. Fuck was it beautiful, and impossible not to reciprocate.

“I’m sorry, everything’s just kinda... hazy right now,” his lashes fluttered as he looked up at you, almost bashfully.

But the worry returned to your eyes, “Are you sure you’re OK? What happened anyway and why are you still in Dean’s clothes; I thought you wrapped?”

“No, yeah, we did. I’m fine, I just- couldn’t wait to see you.” The corners of Dean’s lips drifted up again, a subconscious reaction to your fingers sweeping through his hair before they caressed the side of his face. He felt strangely at peace. “Can I?” he asked, bright green eyes blinking back down to your expectant swell as he hovered a big, tentative palm over it.

“Of course, you weirdo.” Taking his hand in both of yours, you settled it over your distended stomach.

“Whoa!” Dean almost jumped when he felt a fluttery movement against his palm.

“She’s gonna be such a daddy’s girl,” you chuckled, playful envy underlying the obvious joy in your tone.

A baby girl. What a lucky bastard this guy was, Dean thought as he reveled in the baby’s little kicks. Soon, his other hand joined in, nearly eclipsing your belly with his gentle hold. And as you ran your hands through his hair again, letting him rest his head against the bump that was your growing daughter, Dean closed his eyes and gave his all to try and burn the moment into his memory.

This was a pretty good dream, and it only got better when you pulled him away to meet his eyes, cupping his jaw and gazing down at him with such love and reverence, he actually did feel woozy.

Dean didn’t think it was possible to feel any happier until he felt his resolve crack and his features soften to mirror yours with the inherent look of sheer wonder and adoration he’d always constrained in your presence. In that instant, he truly believed he could fly if he tried, that everything wrong in the world was irrelevant, and that perhaps there really was a god who cared.

You smiled back, and without a word, slowly mounted him until your knees landed on either side of his hips on the bed, sidling as close as you could given your current figure. He held you steady as your fingers played with the collar of his flannel, smoothing over his upper chest and shoulders before grabbing his face so your lips could greet his. The kiss was much harder than he expected, knocking him back a bit in shock. Although Dean quickly recovered, he was hesitant to return the fervor, hefty callous hands wandering gingerly across your fertile form, afraid he might somehow break you.

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, you know?” you breathed into his mouth.

“Yeah, it’s just-“

“Why are you doing your Dean voice?”

“What? I’m not-“ he paused to clear his throat and adjust his voice though he had no idea how to sound more ‘Jensen’, “I’m not doing… that.”

Pulling back a little to get a better look at him, you countered, “Yes, you are. You’ve been acting kinda Dean-like this whole time, and you know what that does to me.” You punctuated your sentence by grinding into his lap, so while he wanted to ask you what you meant, a strangled groan was the only thing that escaped his lips.

“Is this another one of your roleplay fantasies?” Dean was somehow nervous and hard at the same time as you whispered into his ear, pecking and nibbling its lobe, “Because you know I’d be down. It’s like I always say, I think Y/N fell in love with Dean before I fell in love with you.”

“What?!” He simply couldn’t hide his surprise, yet he regretted it immediately.

“OK seriously, what’s going on with you?” you stopped kissing him to send him a fretful glance.

“Nothing! It’s nothing, I just uh… think I hit my head a bit during one of the stunt takes today,” Dean lied.

“What?! Why didn’t you say so? Where? Lemme see,” your fingers began combing through his short strands in search of any sign of injury.

“Baby, I’m fine, I told you,” he went out on a limb with the nickname, but it felt so right coming out of his mouth and you seemed to unwind a bit at his words. Feeling brave, Dean grasped your wrists and brought your hands before him, kissing your knuckles as he gazed into your eyes, though he didn’t miss the giant rock on your left hand. It drove a pang through his heart, a reminder of something he could never give the real you, but inspired him to indulge himself by playing the part, “I don’t want you worrying about a thing while you’re growing our little one in there,” he smiled as his large hand rubbed the side of your belly.

“You know I’ll always worry about you.” Your thumbs traced his stubble before you leaned forward to kiss the delicate crinkles beside his eye, “That’s another thing Y/N and I have in common.”

“You think she worries about the actor who plays Dean?” he teased, delighted to see you smiling again. If he couldn’t make the real you happy, it was the least he could do for your counterpart in this bizarre dream.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. Look, I know you keep things from me to protect me sometimes, especially lately, but baby, I’m not a glass vase. I won’t break in your hands and I promise I can always handle the whole truth. Of course I’m gonna worry about you but that’s what you fucking do when you love someone. And I’d rather know about everything that’s going on with you than be kept in the dark because that’ll only make my anxiety worse. It’s like when Dean refused to let Y/N all the way in but also couldn’t push her completely out. Being stuck in that halfway point hurt her so much more.”

Dean froze but the imploring look you cast had him thawed out in no time, “I mean, I thought we were in this together.”

“We are,” he replied. It was a firm declaration, fueled by a wistful glaze over his olive eyes.

“Good," you bit your lip as your demeanor changed, "Now will you please just let me take care of you for once?” The lust in your eyes seemed so foreign, and yet he felt like he’d seen flashes of something similar before.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Dean’s hands moved down to tenderly cup your stomach.

You rolled your eyes and for a moment he thought you were the real Y/N. “I told you, I’m not made of glass. Now are you gonna let me ride you or not, cowboy?”

He tried to hide the shy grin that blossomed across his lips by looking down, slightly embarrassed that you’d hit a kink, but you kissed the corner of his mouth and giggled as you asked, “I still don’t understand how you’re so freaking adorable and so ridiculously hot at the same time? I guess that’s just an ability you and Dean will always share.”

There were smiles all around as you pressed your hands to his thick shoulders and forced him to lay back, poised above him when you started bestowing kisses along his jaw and tugging at the buttons of his shirt. The ardent sounds of longing and satisfaction that came from you drove Dean insane and he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a blissful smirk, he rolled and flipped you in one smooth motion, careful not to apply pressure to your abdomen as he balanced on his forearms, but when he bent down to kiss you, his eyes grew in alarm as you began to fade before his very eyes, body dematerializing in his arms until you disappeared into nothing.

It may have been a dream, but the terror he felt was very real, “Wha-?! No! Y/N! I mean,” Dean ran a large hand over his face in distress, “Shit, I don’t even know your name here.”

Before he had a chance to calm his rapid breathing and heartbeat, a shadow appeared in his peripheral vision and the double take Dean did when he realized who was now sitting on the bed inches away from him would have been comical if it weren’t for the entirely fucked up trauma he just underwent.

Scrambling off the bed as fast as he could, Dean yelped, “What the fuck?! Chuck?!”

“Hey, Dean,” the prophet-turned-God addressed him casually, adding when he noticed the stupefied and somewhat offended expression on Dean’s face, “Yeah, I admit, I could have chosen a better spot to appear in.”

“Or a better time!”

“Well, I couldn’t let you have it all, had to leave something to be desired, for the suspense, you know?” Chuck toned his proud grin down a bit at the murderous glare he was receiving.

“OK, I need you to be very clear here. What the hell is going on? Was that even real?” Dean demanded.

“Oh yes, very! I mean, as real as you want it to be. It’s sort of like what JK Rowling said, you know, about things happening in your head?... Never mind, that’s not important. My point is there does in fact exist a universe in which you two are married. Actually, there are many… I would say something like ninety-five percent of the time you end up together.”

Dean’s eyebrows nearly flew off his face as he absorbed this information.

“And you’re always happier, just an overall better version of yourself when you’re with her. Anyway, I got sorta sick of watching the two of you fawn all over each other while repeatedly breaking your own hearts, drowning in your identical yet isolated pools of delusional angst. Look, I know I said you’re my favorite show but the ‘will they, won’t they’ storyline is only good for so long before it becomes boring and tedious, you know? Plus, it’s a bit overdone if you ask me.”

“What, so you just zapped me here to… show me what I’m missing? I mean, it wasn’t exactly realistic, Chuck. She was pregnant.” Realizing he’d been played by a divine being yet again had Dean fuming.

“Yeah, that was juicy, huh? Bit of icing on the cake, if I do say so myself,” Chuck beamed before rolling his eyes at Dean’s continued melodramatics, “Well, I figured I had to go all out if I was gonna get a message through that thick skull of yours,” he defended staunchly, then stood up with a sigh, “Just think it over, will you? And when you finally do something about it, you can tell Sam to send me a fruit basket. Anyway, I gotta go. Being an absent parent is really a lot more work than you think it is.”

Dean was speechless as Chuck shouted a final ‘you’re welcome!’ before vanishing with a snap.

In the next moment, he found himself returned to the bunker, standing in its hall as he looked around to ensure it was the real thing.

Almost immediately, you turned the corner and upon spotting him, walked toward him at a frantic pace, “Oh my god, where the hell have you been?! I’ve been-“

Desperate to finally taste the real you, Dean didn’t let you finish. He was led by instinct alone when he rushed to meet you in the middle and in a role reversal moment, grabbed your head and angled it to plant you a needy, rough one that released all of his bottled-up frustrations from years worth of miserable hankering and irrefutable love.

Despite being sure Chuck had an ulterior motive, Dean simply couldn’t bring himself to care. The little sound of surprise you’d made as his lips touched yours alone was enough reason to ignore every sense of caution his brain had ever produced, enough reward for his impulsive behavior, and enough impetus to continue kissing you forever. You seemed to agree because your mouth was moving in perfect accord with his in no time, an equivalent hunger beneath your hands as they tried to pull him even closer.

If you were meant to be his, like this kiss seemed to effortlessly prove, he should have trusted that you’d never been as delicate as he’d convinced himself you were, and that you were a match made in heaven for his imperfect, grisly self. God himself had revealed as much and the thought brought a smile to his face. “It’s kind of a funny story,” he answered when the two of you finally broke for air. Chuck, even the way you breathed was alluring. Dean reckoned he didn’t have the patience to tell you about his 'dream' first, although he was also content to just relish the way you looked right now.

Your beautiful swollen lips parted as you stared at him in disbelief, but your arms were still around him when Sam walked by, “Seriously?! Finally! Thank God!”

Dean chuckled under his breath, “Yeah, I guess.”

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fred weasley x female!reader

summary: this is terribly cliche. terribly written but oh well. friends to lovers basically, if anyone cares.

p.s. i did try to do a read more link but failed, i am very sorry as i know how annoying long posts are. i’ll try my best for next time x

The Gryffindor common room was quiet, except for the odd burst of laughter from the groups of people situated around the room. Y/N was sat by the fire, head stuck in a potions textbook. With exams approaching and mountains of homework piling up, stressful thoughts began filling her head. She wished she would have taken Professor McGonagall seriously when she said they should start studying right at the start of the year. Suddenly Y/N slammed her book down on the table in front of her and buried her head in her hands. For the past hour she had been reading and rereading the same chapter over and over. After reading the same thing a dozen times you would think you’d remember at least a few main points- but she didn’t, her brain felt like a sponge, everything draining from it as soon as it was took in. Her thoughts drifted from her work to the whereabouts of her best friends who had insisted they would help her study, even though their potions grades were mediocre at best.

Y/N had met the twins in their first year, after she had made the mistake of walking in to one of their pranks. As she jumped with surprise, she almost fell face first down the staircase and if it wasn’t for Fred catching her and pulling her back she probably would have lost most of her teeth. Although she had appreciated being saved, she was mad. What psychos set up a dangerous prank like that near a set of stairs? So she had set out for revenge, and decided she’d prank them back. This turned out as not the best idea as the two boys had heard of every trick in the book, and knew what she was up to. They were impressed though and took her under their wing, and the trio had been inseparable since.

In third year, when George had spent a few weeks in the infirmary after a prank went wrong, Y/N and Fred grew closer as the trio became a duo for a while. They did everything together, and rumours that they were dating grew like wildfire. If they weren’t sitting curled up in the common room together, they’d be out pranking Filtch or sitting by the lake. Y/N went to watch his quidditch practices, and he even tried teaching her to ride a broom which they both concluded was a bad idea, as she fell off multiple times resulting in him running around underneath her, making sure he was ready to catch her if she fell.

Now they were in their fifth year, and although she still remained close to George, and spent quite a lot of time with them both together, most of the time it was just her and Fred. They would sneak into each other’s dorms and stay up all night talking about anything and everything, she had a bad habit of stealing his clothes and Fred had a tendency to scare off any boy who was remotely interested in her. Although some found this weird and insisted this must mean he had feelings for her, Y/N just thought he was protective of her, like he was of his sister Ginny.

Y/N was pulled out of her daze about the twins as a piece of parchment rolled up into a ball hit her in the face. She scowled at George, who was smiling like an idiot.

“You’ll never guess what’s just happened to our Freddie Y/N,” he said, his smirk growing as Fred started blushing.

Y/N diverted her attention to the other twin, who wasn’t meeting her gaze. If she wasn’t so stressed, she would have thought about how weird he was acting, and would have appreciated how quiet he was being as most of the time it was hard to get him to shut up but her thoughts were now back on to all the work she still had to do.

“What?” she said impatiently as she started gathering up her books, knowing she wouldn’t get anything done with the twins around.

“He’s got himself a date this Saturday, haven’t you Fred?” George turned to his twin and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. If Y/N had been paying attention, she would have noticed Freds mouth opening and closing, similar to a goldfish before settling with a quiet “yeah” as his reply. As she flung her bag over her shoulder what they had just said finally settled in. Fred had a date this Saturday. A weird feeling settled in her stomach, almost like she was going to be sick. She looked at Fred who gave her a weak smile then turned to look at the fire.

“Oh.” she replied. Her once decent mood had now turned sour and she knew why. She had felt this before, once when she had a date to Hogsmeade, but at the last minute he had cancelled then the next day she found out it was because he had took someone else. She was jealous. Her gaze remained on Fred, angry thoughts flying around her head. Why was Fred acting so weird with her? And why did she feel like she was going to throw up thinking of him on a date?

George continued on. “Yep, some Ravenclaw girl came”- but whatever else had happened Y/N didn’t hear as she grabbed the rest of her stuff, muttered an excuse about having a headache and ran up to her dorm.

Dropping her stuff on to the floor and flopping down on to her bed, she tried to ignore the feelings of hurt and jealousy. Fred was her best friend, why did she even care he was going out with someone? She’d never even looked at him with feelings other than friendship and now the thought of him with someone else made her want to rip her hair out. Sure, he was very attractive and had an amazing personality to match but she had never looked at him in that way. Hours passed of her staring at the wall, all the time wondering about the confusing things she was feeling for her best friend and eventually she felt herself drift off.

Saturday came faster than she liked. Although Fred was back to acting like his usual self, and though Y/N forced herself to act like she couldn’t care less about his impending date there was always an awkward silence between the two when they were left alone. This resulted in Y/N hiding out in the library, somewhere she knew Fred rarely stepped foot in. Burying herself into her work was the only way she knew how to avoid her feelings. She couldn’t understand, Fred had been interested in other girls before and yes, sometimes she would feel a bit annoyed about it but she just thought that was due to the fact that Fred never shut up about them, and she did get fed up of hearing about how nice some Hufflepuffs arse was or how better at pranking some Slytherin fourth year was. However, this time if she wasn’t angry about it, she felt sad. Discovering you had feelings for someone normally was a good thing, but Y/N had no doubt in her mind that Fred didn’t feel the same.

Saturday morning came and Y/N got up early, dressed and headed down to breakfast by herself. She was surprised to find the twins already there, sitting with Lee Jordan and laughing about something. As she approached she noticed that Fred had obviously made an effort with his appearance, his hair looked like it had been combed and he had dressed smarter than usual. Y/N debated wether she should sit with them like normal or sneak past and sit with some of her Hufflepuff friends at their table. Her thoughts were interrupted by George though who moved up to make room for her.

She couldn’t find it in her to make much conversation and since they were talking about a new product for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes she wasn’t expected to say much anyway. She could feel Fred staring at her but couldn’t bring herself to meet his eyes. She munched absentmindedly on a piece of toast, wondering about what she could do to take her mind off of it.

“Fancy coming into Hogsmeade with us Y/N?” George asked after a while. She noticed that he had stopped taking part in the conversation and was gazing at her with a knowing look. She had this funny feeling he knew all about her feelings for his twin and was no doubt trying to cheer her up. Some time out with George and Lee would be nice and would definitely take her mind off it but the thought of bumping into Fred with his date made her think twice.

Y/N shook her head. “I’m okay, thank you though.” She turned back to her breakfast but he didn’t seem to want to give up. “How about I stay here then? You could help me with my charms homework.” She turned back to him and he was smiling at her and before she could answer he quickly stood up and started to leave the hall. “Okay cool I’ll go get my stuff and I’ll meet you in the library.” he shouted behind him.

Y/N felt herself smile, for what felt like the first time in ages. Although things weren’t too good with Fred at the moment, she was glad she still had George. He was definitely a lot more sensitive and observant than his twin, and the fact that he’d stay with her to do his “homework” which he hated, meant a lot to her. As students started leaving the hall, presumably to start heading to Hogsmeade, Y/N stood up,said goodbye to the boys and made her way to the library.

George was already there, sitting at a table near the back of the room. As she walked over, he threw a paper plane in her direction which exploded as it flew past. Y/N sat down across for him and noticed that he didn’t have any of his books with him.

Y/N laughed. “I knew it, you liar! So much for doing homework.” She glared at him and waved her finger in his face just like his mother would which caused them both to laugh.

He clutched his chest and mockingly looked hurt. “I’m offended that you’d even think I’d stay here on a Saturday to do homework. That hurts Y/N.” They both laughed again then George face suddenly turned serious. “So are you going to tell me what’s going on between you and Fred?”

Y/N felt her face drop. Just when she thought she’d be able to forget all about it. She turned her attention to the wall beside her as if it was the most interesting thing she’d ever saw. “I don’t know what your talking about.” she replied. She heard him chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Yes you do. You like him don’t you?” Y/N gulped and she felt herself blush. How did he know when she only came to the realisation herself not even a week ago? She looked down at the table and felt her eyes start to water. Without looking at him she muttered “yes” and he reached over the table and rubbed her shoulder. She took a deep breath “H-how did you even know?”

He sighed. “ I always knew. The both of you were always all over each other, always touching. The way you both stare at each other, the look you have in your eyes, it’s obvious. He’s always talking about you, even when you aren’t there. Even I was surprised when he said yes to that date. I was just waiting for him to ask you out if I’m honest.” Y/N finally looked up and found him staring at her sympathetically. She felt the tears finally spill over, all the feelings from the past week finally getting too much for her. “If it makes you feel any better that Ravenclaw is very dull. She’s got nothing on you.” She laughed, appreciating him trying to make her feel better but she doubted he was really telling the truth.

He stood and walked over to her and opened his arms. Immediately she got up and walked into his arms, letting him engulf her in a hug. “How about we go rob the kitchens, hmm?” he said from above her.

The day went by quite fast, with George helping to distract her. As dinner time came she was left alone in the common room after convincing George she wasn’t hungry after the food from earlier and that she would be fine left alone. In all honesty, she did feel better. Talking with George made her realise she just had to get over whatever feelings she had for her friend. The sooner the better in her opinion. Too preoccupied with her thoughts she didn’t realise Fred come through the portrait hole. Noticing she was there, he made his way over cautiously. “Can I sit?” he asked breaking Y/N out of her daze.

Startled she looked up at him. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and she couldn’t help but notice how good he looked. “Yeah of course.” She motioned to the seat on the couch beside her and as he sat down the smell of his cologne hit her and she noticed how much she was missing him. They had went to speaking nearly every minute of the day to talking maybe once a day. “How was your date?”

“It was great, we had a lot of fun.” She felt her heart sink, a mean part of her wished he would have said it was rubbish. That they had nothing in common, that he wished he’d have spent the day with her instead, like they usually do. Another part of her though felt guilty. He was her best friend, and this was making him happy or at least as far as she knew it was. So why couldn’t she just put her feelings aside and be happy for him? He reached into his pocket and brought out a chocolate frog. “I got this for you. I know you love them.” She smiled at him as she took it and he smiled back and started telling her about the new stuff they had at Zonkos and it was like everything was back to normal. But whenever he smiled at her or laughed at something she said, Y/N felt her heart race and she was reminded that she didn’t just see him as a friend anymore. She wanted more, and the more she was around him the more she couldn’t avoid her feelings any longer. She was in love with him.

As the weeks passed, the time Y/N spent with the twins dwindled to almost none. After one transfiguration lesson where Fred revealed he would be going on another date with the girl, Y/N resolved to avoiding him as much as she could. Which also meant she was avoiding George because most of the time when you found one the other twin wouldn’t be far behind. She thought that the less she saw him, talked to him, spent any time at all with him the more her feelings would fade and within no time she would be back to being their best friend again. This was further than the truth, the more she didn’t see him the more she longed for him. She missed him, missed the way she would sneak into his dorm at night when she couldn’t sleep and he’d hold her until she did, she missed how he would walk her to class and leave kisses on her forehead as he left, most of all she just missed talking to him.

The library became her safe place, as there was no way she could sit in the common room without bumping into him. She stopped going to meals and ended up eating whatever she had brought from home. She spent barley any time in her dorm as she knew he could easily get in. One part of her sat awake at night wondering if he even noticed her absence, maybe he was too occupied with the girl he was seeing that he had forgotten about her.

One Friday afternoon, Y/N was coming out of Defence Against the Dark Arts when she felt someone grab her and pull her into a broom cupboard and slam the door shut. She didn’t need to worry about who it was as she recognised the smell of him straight away. It was Fred.

Suddenly he pushed her against the wall his arms above her head caging her in. Her heart was racing being this close to him after weeks of not even seeing him, let alone touch him. Y/N kept her head down, hair falling in front of her eyes.

“You’re avoiding me.” She shook her head and kept her eyes on the floor. She heard him sigh and push away from the wall and from her. Immediately she missed him against her, and she had to restrain herself from pulling him back. She looked up and saw him pacing the small space, his head in his hands. Finally he looked up at her and guilt hit her like a truck, he had bags under his eyes and just all round looked like shit. He stepped closer again and stared down at her. “Please just tell me what i’ve done, love. I’ll do anything to fix it please just tell me.” She heard his voice break and she’d never felt so bad in her life. Tears started running down her cheeks at the sight of him. Had her selfishness really affected him this much?

She felt herself be pulled into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, and she didn’t have it in her to pull away. She buried her head into his chest, and let herself cry. He rocked her, whispering comforting words in her ear the full time. How everything would be okay, how he was there for her, how he always would be and nothing would change that, that he loved her.

A pain shot through her chest at this. He loved her, but not in the way she wanted, and it hurt. She pushed him away, wiped away her tears and glared at him as much as she could. “Leave me alone Fred.” she said. Trying to sound as distant as she could. She turned on her heel and made for the door, but as soon as he realised this he moved in front of her. “You aren’t going anywhere.” Now he looked annoyed, he crossed his arms over his chest and Y/N took note of how good he looked when he was angry. “We’re staying in here until you tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.” She ignored the butterfly feeling in her stomach from the nickname and crossed her own arms, imitating him.

She planned to stay quiet but curiosity got the best of her and she blurted out before she could stop herself. “Don’t you have a girlfriend to get to?” She cringed at how jealous she sounded and her cheeks tinged red with embarrassment.

“Girlfriend?” he retorted, his voice laced with confusion. Then it hit him. “Oh you mean Ruby.”

Y/N glared at the floor, even her name was perfect. Why couldn’t it be something not so nice like Beatrice?

“After the third date, I broke it off. We ran out of things to talk about really fast, and she disapproved of this prank me and George pulled on Snape. Definite red flag there.” He chuckled to himself and Y/N almost felt herself laugh with him. “And I was thinking about you most of the time.” In a way she felt relieved. There wasn’t anyone to be jealous of anymore, but she also dreaded how worse it would be the next time someone new came along. “C’mon please just tell me.” he pleaded with her.

Y/N looked up at him, and saw the hurt in his eyes and she knew she had to tell him. She couldn’t let him blame himself, believe he had done something wrong when he hadn’t been anything except perfect. It was all her. The fear that she could

lose him as a friend altogether after telling him though made the tears start falling again and as he made to take her in his arms once more, she held her hand in front of her to stop him coming any nearer.

She took a deep breath. “I think- I think I’m in love with you.”

Silence filled the space. Y/N wished he would say something, anything at all. She looked at him and his face was completely blank. Her fears had came true, he didn’t feel the same, and now she was going to lose him.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you, please just let me out.” She was back to trying to get out the door. Struggling to push his lanky figure from the door, she almost missed him starting to smile. She looked up at him and the glare that graced her face made him smile even more.

Who did he think he was, Y/N thought. Nothing about her unrequited feelings was funny, at least to her it wasn’t. “Nothing about this is funny Fred. Just let me past.”

“You love me.” he said with a smile. Y/N glared up at the tall boy. “I said I think I do, you moron.”

He started laughing at this and if Y/N wasn’t annoyed before, she definitely was now. Before she could do anything though she felt herself being spun around and pinned against the door. Next thing she knew Fred had bent down and pressed his lips to hers roughly.

Shocked, it took Y/N a minute to respond and as she felt Fred start to pull away, she grabbed him by the shoulders and kissed him back with as much passion and love as she could. The whole reason she had avoided him was because she had no idea how to tell him of her feelings. This could be how though. Fred let out a groan, and all she could think about was how she wanted to hear that again and again.

Why hadn’t she just done this in the first place? If she had told him this weeks before, she wouldn’t have had to go through the pain of missing him? And to her it looked like he had missed her too.

The kiss ended too fast for her liking, but she let him push back from her. Nervousness was all she felt now. What did that kiss even mean? Did he like her back or did he just pity her?

He pushed a bit of hair back from her face. “Do you know how long i’ve waited to here you say that?” A large grin spread across his face and he picked her up and spun her around, knocking over a few mops and brooms in the process. He put her down and started placing kisses all over her face. Y/N laughed, squirming to get away from him. As much as she was loving the affection from him she needed to know if he at least liked her back. “I’ve missed your laugh, so so much.” His eyes were back on her lips and as much as she wanted to kiss him again, she had to know.

She looked down at the ground and played with her fingers, not wanting to meet his eye. “So- so does this mean that you..” she trailed off, finding it hard to finish the sentence.

He gripped her chin in his hands, his eyes meeting hers. “It means that I love you too, you moron.”

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Hello! I am so excited, today is the day that I am starting my summer celebration! I have basically finished university for the year so I want to have a summer celebration!

This event lasts from 13 May until 10 June.

I have also recently hit 600 and now 700 followers, so I want to say thank you to everyone who takes the time to follow me, I love you all, thank you so much <3

You can request from any of the fandoms I currently write for; Harry Potter, Gilmore Girls, New Girl, in any of the following events - just specify which one :))

☀️ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐬

Send me an ask including; your house, your hobbies, your likes & dislikes, your personality, if you would prefer a male/female match & your pronouns (if you’re comfortable), and anything else you would like and I will answer with what character I believe would match best with you, I will include a few lines of what your relationship with the character would be like. 

I will only be doing Golden Trio era.

(Or if you are from Gilmore Girls or New Girl fandom you can ask for such!)

I may close this earlier than the other parts of this celebration.

🌱 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥

I am doing a sfw version, send me an ask with three characters, and I will choose who to kiss, marry, and kill.

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Send me an ask and start a conversation with me, my inbox is always open for anyone to talk to me and just vent, ask questions, tell me about yourself or anything you feel like <3

☁️ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

I have included only fluff prompts with added situations. 

You can send an ask with your requested prompt(s) you’d like to see me write. Request one on only each prompt section. 

If you want, you can request a situation prompt added with a fluff, eg. “can I request fluff prompt 1 with situation prompt 1?″ but if you only want to request from one section that is okay too! 

Please include which character you want and if it’s a Harry Potter character x Reader please include if you want a house specific reader or not, see my Request Requirement’s post of who I will write for before requesting :)

I will only write the prompt one per fandom, so if one has been took by a Harry Potter x Reader character, someone who also wants to see the same prompt for Nick Miller or Jess Mariano can also request for the same one, but I will only allow two requests per prompt overall. I will score it out and make it clear it’s been requested, it’s a first come first served aspect.

I will include these in my wips post once I have crossed the prompt, so I will also include a little description of what it will be about. Some of these writings may be drabbles - I am trying to get more good at writing less because I have the tendency to ramble in my writings - but I may turn it into a oneshot as I get carried away and write tons a majority of the time.

I got very carried away with these prompts but I could see me using all of them - some aren’t mine but I have put a few I thought of myself, I am so excited to use them!!

Fluff Prompts

“I think you might be my soulmate” - Draco x Reader @dracoscene​ ; Jess x Reader @lukes-orange-beanie

“I’ll keep you warm”

“Are you flirting with me?” - Draco x Reader from anon; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

“I’ve got you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“Is that my jumper?” - Draco x Reader @dracoslittlesunflower

“Can you stay the night?” - Jess x Reader from anon ; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

“Have I ever told you how pretty you look?”, “every day”, “good” - Draco x Reader @holden-caulfield ; Nick x Reader @turtletaylor98

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen” - Ron x Reader from anon

“Are you asleep?” - Harry x Reader from anon

“We can run away” - Nick x Reader @turtletaylor98

“I haven’t loved anyone before you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“You’re my best friend”

“You’re comfy” - Draco x Reader from anon

“I’ll do it for you” - Draco x Reader from anon

“You’re rambling”

Situation Prompts 

Cuddling in bed while the rain patters outside. - Draco x Reader @astoria-malfcy ; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

Forehead kissing. - Draco x Reader from anon

Person A has to bend down in order to kiss Person B, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach Person A. - Draco x Reader @dracoslittlesunflower

Hand holding.

Person A offering their arm to Person B.

Gentle kisses to the hand. - Draco x Reader from anon

Person A caring for Person B while they’re sick.

Taking a bath together. - post-war Draco x Reader @dmalfoy1980

Person A tucking Person B’s hair behind their ear.

Reading a book together. - Ron x Reader from anon ; Jess x Reader @lukes-orange-beanie

Person A talking to Person B when they think they’re asleep. - Draco x Reader @dracoscene​ 

Person A softly confessing their feelings to Person B. - Draco x Reader from anon

Friends to lovers trope. - Jess x Reader from anon; Nick Miller x Reader from anon

Moving in to their own home after the war.

Person A comforting Person B after a nightmare. - Draco x Reader @iwenttomordor

Tagging some mutuals <3 @dracosathenaeum @teawiththeweasleys @fuckingdraco @ginnyweasly @cherie-draco @dreaming-about-fanfictions @anchoeritic @dracoslittlesunflower @dracoxspencersgirl @dracosaurusrex @malfoysstilinski @dracoscene @hellounicorn @amourtentiaa @astoria-malfcy​ @eunoniaa​ @holden-caulfield​ @babydraco04​ 

OHMIGOD! This was the sweetest thing and I love it so much and I just-

As you can see, I'm trying to tell you to read it because its fudging awesome, okay? okay

Prince Zayn Malik

Pairing: Liam/Zayn

Rating: General

Summary: Zayn is a Prince who comes out on Ellen and reveals Liam Payne is his celebrity crush