leo valdez has my heart

A/N: Hello my lil friendsies here is part three of Elemental Desire lmao! Hope you guy enjoy. You know I love leaving you on a cliffhangar. I rly planned this out for like ten chapters HAHA...enjoy this wild ride while it lasts peeps ;)

Word Count: 1,845

Trigger Warning: Swearing, Emotional Distress, Panic Attacks, Mentions of Drinking/Drugs

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      Kira's voice came from the end of the alley. She stared wide-eyed at me, taking in the mess surrounding me; the overturned trashcans, the trash in the streets, the burst windshields of the nearby cars. 

      "We need to get you out of here," she said, the look of shock fading from her gaze. "Now."

       Say what you would about Kira, but she was calm under pressure. While I stood, shocked, taking in the wrecked scene around me, Kira launched into action. She grabbed a blanket from her nearby car, and wrapped me up in it, covering up my tattered clothes. She then shepherded me into her car, glancing furtively around to make sure no one saw us leaving the alley. It was only when she buckled me into the passenger seat of her Honda that I found myself able to speak. 

      "How did you find me?" I said. 

      "So we're going to ignore the supernatural disaster you just created in that poor alley?" I made a sound of protest, but she continued speaking. "Alrightie. I've been trying to talk to you since you ran out of the skating rink last night. But your phone's been going straight to voicemail. Stiles filled me in while you were sleeping a few hours ago. I thought you were supposed to be with him anyway"

      "Stiles?" I said, twisting to look at her as she started the car. 

      "Yes, Stiles. He's going out of his fucking mind. You jumped out of his Jeep and ran into a snowstorm last night Y/N! That is not normal behavior." 

      "Please, please just drive Kira. I can't talk to Stiles right now." Kira stared hard at me, before putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking space. I didn't particularly care where we were going. Away was good enough.

      Eventually, Kira pulled off the highway and into a lookout rest stop. I stepped out of the car, suddenly feeling a need to be in the fresh air and out of the hot, stuffy vehicle. I dropped the blanket from my shoulders, ignoring looks my tattered clothes received from other travelers. I sat on top of the car and looked over at the view. We had driven far enough to get to the coast, I realized in surprise, looking at the expanse of ocean in front of me. The air was a biting cold, but the sting on my skin woke me up, filled my body with sharp pricks of energy. I heard Kira's door slam shut behind me. We had driven out of Beacon Hills in silence, for which I was grateful. However, I expected that courtesy would not be extended for much longer. Kira moved to sit beside me on the roof of the car.

      "I know you don't want to talk, but we have to. We're all concerned about you; Scott, Lydia, Stiles," I cringed, though I don't know if it was because of the mention of Lydia or Stiles. I didn't particularly want to talk about either of them. Unfortunately, Kira was much to quick not to pick up on my involuntary movement. 

      "You know he's worried sick about you Y/N. Not just because you ran out into the middle of a fucking snowstorm last night. He says you've been acting strange for a while now. You aren't eating well, sleeping well. He also said-"

      "What?" I interrupted, snapping my eyes to hers, suddenly alert. "What else did he say?" I asked, searching her eyes for an answer. However much I loved Kira, I wasn't ready for her to know about...this. About whatever the fuck was going on with me. Even though we lived in a world of werewolf and spirits, I didn't even understand what was going on myself. I felt a wave of panic rise up in my chest and quickly crushed it. This wasn't the time or place. My body and mind were still reeling from the events of yesterday. I needed to rest and regroup. Then, I could look into whatever was happening to me. Kira looked startled at my outburst. 

      "Nothing, nothing," she said quickly. "Just that you've been acting strange. And that he's worried." I sighed. 

      "I know he's worried," I said, shaking my head. Suddenly, I felt a wave of fatigue crash over me, as if all the events of yesterday and this morning had knocked into me all at once. "But he can't help me right now, Kira." She shook her head at me.

      "Actually Y/N, I think he might be the only person who can help you right now." I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up a hand to silence me. She hopped off the roof of the car, and walked towards the railed path at the edge of the rest stop. She paused there, resting her hands on the railing and looking at over the seemingly endless blue. I followed her, taking a place at the railing next to her. "He's your best friend Y/N. No matter whats going on between you guys, no matter what unrequited love drama you guys have, he will always be there for you." I cast my eyes towards the horizon feeling them fill with tears against my will. There it was. Unrequited love drama. On top of my supernatural powers and possible possession, I had to deal with my teen angst bullshit. Unfortunately, the fact that I thought it was bullshit didn't make it hurt any less. I blinked my tears away and turned to meet her gaze. 

      "Y/N, I don't know what's going on with you. I don't know if it's a boy - or a girl that's good with me too of course - or if it's your parents - or even if it's some supernatural shit," she said. I felt my eyes widen with panic when she mentioned supernatural, but thankfully, her gaze was now turned out towards the horizon. "But you need to talk to him about it. He's going crazy, and he knows you better than anyone. Better than I do." She turned back to look at me. 

      I matched her gaze, trying to muster up the energy to fight. Instead I hung my head. 

      "Kira I can't. I just can't talk to him about this."

      "Well too bad," came a voice from behind me. "Because we are having this conversation, and we are having it right now."

      The next few moments happened quite quickly. I turned towards Stiles, and registered his presence with an unpleasant dumb-founded sort of shock, like having an ice bucket of water dumped on you when you were least expecting it. I then whipped my head back towards Kira, who suddenly wasn't beside me. I reeled back around only to watch Kira give me a guilty shrug from the driver's seat of her car, before peeling out of the rest stop. I barely had time to flip her off before the car was out of sight. I tumbled between anger at Kira for tricking me and dread of the upcoming conversation. I reluctantly raised my gaze to Stiles, whose face was contorted into an odd expression of intense concern mixed with a sarcastic smile. He leaned against his blue jeep, waiting for me.

      "Fuck me," I said, walking over to him where he stood by Roscoe. I hopped into the passenger seat. We sat in awkward silence for about three minutes, with Stiles glancing over at me worryingly, before Stiles cleared his throat.

      "So," he said, looking over at me.

      "So," I said, not meeting his stare.

      "We are not leaving this parking lot until you tell me exactly what the fuck is going on," he said, not moving his gaze from my face. "I've been worried sick, do you understand that Y/N. For a while now. And we are not leaving here until you let me know how I can help you." I let lose a sigh, crushing my face into my hands. 

      "Alright. Fine," I said turning my head to meet his gaze. "What do you want to know?" He blinked. Apparently, he had expected more of a fight. Or at least me to try to jump out of his car.

      "Uh- Okay first of all what is going on with you? You aren't acting like yourself. You're lying, you aren't eating much, and I know you aren't sleeping well. And second of all, again, what the fuck is going on with you? You caused a snowstorm - don't even try to deny it - and you wrecked an entire alley!" Stiles was out of breath by the time he finished speaking, still looking hard at me. I let loose a breath. I basically had two options: I could tell Stiles I was in love with him, or I could tell him that I had somehow developed supernatural powers that had to do with my intense emotions, and that they came with a creepy (and quite insulting) voice in my head. I couldn't lie; he knew me too well and would be able to spot a lie before I even started telling it. So that left me with two truths to choose from and one obvious choice. 

      "I developed supernatural powers that come with a creepy poltergeist-esq voice in my head," I said levelly, looking him in the eyes. Stiles blinked.

      "Oh," he said. "Oh...um," he said, running his hands through his hair in the way that he did when he was stressed, or thinking intently. "Alrightie. Well, supernatural research happens to be my specialty," he said, flashing me a trade-mark sarcastic smile. I smiled back, though it felt forced. I was really just tired. His smiled crumpled as he took in my half-miserable smile. "Y/N," he said softly looking at me. "Why did you think you had to hide this from me? We tell each other everything. Everything.” He looked hard at me again, concern apparent in his brown eyes. 

      “I know,” I said hoarsely. “I know,” I said again. I looked away from his now. “I’m scared Stiles. I’m scared,” I said, my voice cracking. 

      “Y/N,” he said sharply, causing me to jump. “Look at me,” he said in a softer voice. I turned to meet his eyes. “We deal with the supernatural all the time. We know how to handle this stuff. We always come out on top." His eyes burned with an intensity as he spoke, as if he were trying to reassure me just by looking at me. He reached out and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly. I wanted to stiffen, to harden myself against his warmth, but I was so tired. Instead, I let myself relax against him as he pulled me close to his chest, his heat warming my cold body. I closed my eyes against his chest, despite how much I knew it would hurt when he pulled away. "Y/N," he said softly, pulling my chin up with his fingers. "Nothing is going to happen to you," he said firmly. 

      "How can you be so sure?" I said asked, meeting his stare. My worries that I had worked so hard to bury suddenly began to tumble out of me. "We don't know what's going on with me, we don't know how to fix it, we don't know if we can fix it, we don't know how to control it-" But suddenly, my words were cut off by the hard press of Stiles' lips on mine.

AN: Guys it’s sad i’m not even gonna lie. But I feel like it’s important, and things WILL get better in part two!

Word Count: 1,357

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Fred Weasley was worried about his friend. Exam season was stressful for everyone, but it was a whole other world for Ravenclaws. Fred could understand the stress for a Ravenclaw: being the house of wit and knowledge, it made sense that exam season would bring a large amount of stress on most of them. But at least some of the Ravenclaws could manage it. Evelyn Verns couldn't. George had warned him it would happen. Ravenclaws generally disliked the Weasley twins due to their rambunctious nature, but George had managed to make a few friends. So, like the caring friend he was, Fred decided to check up on Evelyn often before exams.

The first time Fred was genuinely concerned about Evelyn's stress level was two months before exams. Fred went to check on Evie, figuring she was studying in the library. It actually took him a few minutes to find her. She was sat behind a mound of books as tall as her, furiously drinking coffee and reading. Her hair was twisted tightly into a knot with her wand, her eyes flying across the pages. Fred plopped himself nosily into the seat next to her.

"Hey Evie!" he said cheerfully. She inclined her head towards him in greeting, keeping her eyes trained on the page, now scribbling notes on a scrap of yellowed parchment. Fred plucked her quill from her hand. Evelyn started in surprise and glared at him.

"Give it here," she said, making a move to grab it out of his hand.

"Tsk tsk." Fred moved the quill above her head. "Not until I get a proper greeting." Evelyn huffed in frustration, and turned to look at Fred for the first time since he had sat down.

"Hello Frederick. So lovely to see you here. In the library. While I'm trying to work," she said venomously, plucking her quill out of Fred's hand.

"Geez Evie, you need to chill out. O.W.Ls aren't for another two months," Fred said leaning back in his chair and eyeing her.

"One month and twenty-two days Weasley," Evelyn said, returning to her writing.

"Same thing Verns," Fred said, now flipping through the pages of one of the staked books.

"Actually they aren't," said Evelyn, snatching the book out of Fred's hand and placing it neatly back onto the table. The book stack was the only neat thing on the library table. Parchment was scattered all over the table, broken quills lay discarded on the floor, and the contents of Evelyn's book bag were dumped across the table.

"I have one month and twenty-two days to understand the content of twelve magical courses so throughly that I am able to recall it the information, then apply it theoretically and practically in a three hour period." Fred was silent for a moment.

"Evie, you know you'll do great. You need to not stress so much about your exams."

"I am stressing the perfect amount for a student about to take some of the most important exams in her life."

"Evie." Fred looked at her. "When was the last time you ate something?"

Evie looked down guilty. "At dinner tonight."

"Bullshit"

"Fine. Yesterday morning"

"Alrightie. Pack it up," Fred said standing up and beginning to gather up the books.

"Fred no-Fred stop!" she said, trying in vain to put the books back into their piles.

"Evie. You are going to take a break, and you are going to eat something." Evie looked at him doubtfully.

"Fred I need to -"

"Eat and rest," he said. "Weren't you the one who told me a person's productivity went down when they were tired or hungry and stuff," he said. Although stubborn, Evelyn was never one to argue with sound logic.

"Fine," she huffed, helping him to gather her stuff up.

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The second time Fred was concerned about Evelyn he caught her cutting class. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws had Herbology together on Thursdays, and Fred and George has dutifully traipsed into the greenhouse with their peers. Fred had gone to the work station he shared with Evelyn, only to find her absent, though the rest of her fellow Ravenclaws were present. Before he could question it, Professor Sprout had launched into a lengthy review lecture of the Tantacula plant. Deciding the Herbology review would ultimately be useless to him, Fred opted to quietly slip out of Greenhouse Six when Professor Sprout was snipping the leaves of a live Tentacula plant to show the class.

Once out, Fred ran over his options of where to look for Evelyn as walked quickly through the sunlight halls. Skipping class, what was she thinking. Figuring that Evelyn could hide rather well if she didn't want to be found, Fred decided to grab the Marauder's Map from his dormitory to locate his friend.

Upon reaching Gryffindor Tower, Fred raced up and grabbed the map from its hidden place under George's four-poster bed. The crinkled paper smoothed as Fred pressed his wand against it and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." The map revealed its secret ink, and Fred scanned it greedily. After minutes of searching, Fred finally located Evelyn's name. The map showed Evelyn in a small tower on the west side of Hogwarts, not too far from the Astronomy tower. Fred pocketed the map and set off towards the tower. On the way there, Fred's thoughts ran wild. What is wrong with her? Evelyn would never skip class, not unless something was wrong? Is something wrong? His concern grew until he reached a small staircase at the end of a secluded corridor. The map showed that the staircase led to the tower. Fred hurried up the steps to come to a small room, with a large window facing the east. Evelyn sat in the corner of the room, her head once again bent over a long scroll of parchment. The familiar storm of books, parchment, and quills was scattered around her.

"Evie what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Fred asked loudly. Evelyn started.

"Jesus fucking Christ Fred. You scared the shit out of me," said Evelyn hotly, turning around to face him.

"What the hell? You're skipping class to study?" Fred said back. "You never skip class. Plus, that seems counterproductive," Fred finished jokingly, attempting to soften his harsh words.

"Don't worry, it's not," Evelyn said, returning to her writing.

"Please explain that to me." Evelyn sighed and pushed away her parchment. She turned to face Fred.

"We are one month away from our O.W.L.s. That means every class is review. We waste time in class, especially in classes with Gryffindors. I can review more efficiently on my own." She turned back to the stack of papers.

"Evelyn I'm concerned. And it takes a hell of a lot to concern me."

"Fred you have nothing to be concerned about. This is how all Ravenclaws get during exams."

"Then why are all the other Ravenclaws in Greenhouse Six? Why are none of the other Ravenclaws' hands permanently stained with ink? Why are none of them creating experimental energy potions?" Evelyn looked up at this. Fred stared her in the eyes. "Yeah," he said, looking away. "Don't think I hadn't noticed."

"It's not dangerous," she said quietly, looking away.

"It's not-It's not dangerous," Fred stuttered, his anger returning. "I may just be a stupid Gryffindor, but even I know that experimental potions rarely go well. You're going to kill yourself."

"I'm not!" Evelyn said hotly, standing up from her work for the first time. She marched up to him. "This is important to me, to my future-"

"You won't have any future to look forward to if you're dead," Fred said, stepping closer to her. They would have been nose to nose, if not for Fred's gangly height. "It's not just the potions. You aren't eating, you aren't sleeping. You're skipping class." He grabbed her shoulders. "You need help. You need to talk to Professor Flitwick, or see Madame Pomfrey, or -"

"What will they do?" Evelyn cut in angrily. "They can't help me. They'll make me rest or eat or stop working."

"That's what you need to do!" Fred shot back. "You need to take care of yourself."

"I need to do well on these exams. I need to make it through these next few weeks," Evelyn said, shaking her head.

"I can't watch you do this to yourself," Fred said, the anger leaving his voice. Only sadness was left behind.

A/N: Ima back again for #quarantine! Yay. So yes I wrote this because people seemed to really like this story (I had people asking to put me on a taglist holy fuck!) Anyways this is for you guys? Also (spoiler) vote on who it should be at the end! LOVE you kiddos! (Also, sorry for the short chapter, kinda filler).

Request: @sry-stlinski

Triggers: the usual shit

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          Surprisingly, it wasn't the cold that woke me up, or the pain. It was the smell - the god-awful invasive smell of gasoline mixed with Redbull and hot cheetos. Well fuck me. There's really only one place that exudes that particular medley - Roscoe. I tried not to groan aloud - I wasn't ready to talk to Stiles if he was in the car - as I remembered the events of the pervious night. How the fuck did he even find me? Wait-wait...Am I wearing any clothes? I disregarded my previous concern and quickly lifted up the blankets to find that I was still wearing my jeans - Thank god. Unfortunately, I was wearing a faded red Star Wars shirt, which I new for a fact belonged to Stiles. Well fuck. Before I had much time to process that fact, I heard footsteps form outside the Jeep, followed by the creaky opening and closing of the door.

"Y/N?" I willed myself not to move, though I knew I was delaying the inevitable. I couldn't stay asleep for forever. "Y/N, I know you're awake." Nope. Not gonna move. Stiles signed and hopped into the back. "Y/N. Y/N. Y/N." He poked me in the side. "Y/NY/NY/NY/NY/NY/N-"

"Fucks sake Stiles!" I said sitting up and slapping his hand away.

"Still not a morning person," he said, smiling happily.

"Not when I get woken up by assault," I grumbled, pressing one of the pillows that was in the in the back into my face. I am so not ready for this conversation. Maybe he won't mention it...?

"You jumped out of my car last night and ran into a fucking hurricane." Ok scratch that. Maybe play dumb?

"Excuse me?" I said shakily. I looked out from under the pillow, laughing at him. "I think I fell asleep in your car on the way home. By the way, did you call my mom?" I asked, vainly trying to change the subject.

"Yes, I called Momma Y/L/N," Stiles said. "But last night-"

"Thank god you said something, you know how she gets when-"

"Y/N. Stop trying to change the subject."

"I'm not trying to change the sub-"

"Y/N! I found you passed out, covered in bruises, blood, snow, in the middle of a fucking hurricane. Something is going on, and you need to tell me. If you're in danger..." As if he cares.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I said, annoyed. The voice was already back, after it caused me to have an elemental meltdown in the woods.

"What?" Stiles said, looking hurt.

"No, Stiles, not you. It's just - I just." I stumbled, at a loss for words. "I don't know how to explain it." Suddenly, everything just felt like too much. I felt hot tears well up in the corners of my eyes, and I quickly tried blinking them away. Tears were not the way to convince Stiles that everything was fine.

"Hey, Y/N don't cry. Whatever it is you can trust me I promise." He hugged me and wiped away my tears. "We've dealt with werewolves and creepy snake-lizards and fox spirits and literally every supernatural creature ever. Whatever it is, we can handle it." Well I guess he made the connection that it was something supernatural. Yippee. I think the magical hurricane might have been the tipping point. Oops.

"But Stiles I don't know- and it's not just me there's other things-" And then his phone went off. Which wouldn't have been a big deal, except for the phone was lying right in front of me, and the contact name clearly read Lydia Martin. And that was all the little evil voice in my head needed to really get going. See? He doesn't care about you enough to listen to you for one minute. Thank god Lydia was calling to interrupt you. She saved him. She really is everything to him. And you are nothing. Nothing.

"Can you shut up for one damn minute?" I whispered, feeling tears pool up in my eyes again. This was exhausting. The voice began to chant a mantra in my head, over and over again: Worthless. Insignificant. Least-loved. Easily forgotten.

I saw Stiles through the tears, saying something to me, a concerned look in his eyes. That was when I felt the wind. It was light, light enough that you wouldn't think twice about it. But I knew what it meant. It meant that I had to get out of there. I climbed into the front seat, easily slipping away from Stiles as he tried to pull me into the back. I was tired of running from him but I had to. I didn't know how to control this fucking thing. I was going to hurt him.

"Y/N. Y/N!" I heard Stiles shout my name as I burst out of Roscoe, blinking in the morning sunlight. Then I ran again. The voice continued to chant in my head. Worthless. Insignificant. Useless. I tried to block it out as I sprinted down a crooked alleyway, making rights and lefts to get far from Stiles. I felt the familiar weight rising in my chest. No. No. I need control.

"I need control." I said, stopping my running and planting my feet. "I need CONTROL!" I yelled, closing my eyes and throwing my hands out as if to protect me from the voice. Worthless. Insignificant. "STOP!" I screamed, feeling the weight tear from my chest again. It felt like pure energy had just left my body, banishing the voice from my head. I collapsed to the floor as a wave of exhaustion hit me. I opened my eyes to see the alleyway slightly destroyed. Water from burst pipes covered the group. Trashcans everywhere were overturned spilling our garbage. Dirt had been flung everywhere from the few planters scattered in the alley. Oh, and someone's car was on fire. What the fuck is happening to me?

A voice jolted me up from the group. "What the fuck Y/N?"

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A/N: YO what is up kiddos?? I’m so happy to be back writing on here! And I’m on break so that means tons of stories for you lil ones! This is my first series that I’m writing and I’m super excited lol! (Also sorry I didn’t get to the prompt, that will come in later chapters hehe). Also, for the person who requested this, I decided to make it a series with Stiles (Teen Wolf)!

Request: @sry-stlinski

Prompt: “What a shocker, you have an excuse? (#142)

Triggers: Cursing, Mentions of Drinking, Panic Attack

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    “Y/N. Y/N. Y/N!” I jerked awake as someone gently shook my shoulder. 

“Ehg! Stiles get off me,” I said, slapping his hand away. “Why did you wake me up?” I groaned. 

“If you wouldn't fall asleep in class, I wouldn't have to wake you up,” he said cheerfully. He grabbed my bag. “Come on come onn,” he whined. “Let’s go, it’s lunchtime and I'm hungry.” I groaned. Why did I fall asleep? I really didn't want to have lunch with him today. With any of them really. But Stiles was already out of our history class with my bag. Slumping my shoulders in resignation, I followed him into the hall. “Come on I’m hungry,” Stiles whined, waiting for me to catch up with him. I huffed. 

“Stiles, I have homework to do.” 

"See that is just not true,” he said, smiling at me. “We take all the same classes, and I know for a fact that essay we just handed in was your last assignment before winter break. So not only do you have lunch free, you are also free all of winter break,” he finished. Stiles looked at me with a satisfied smile. I groaned again, knowing he was right. 

“Fine,” I said, following him to our lunch spot. Recently, the little pack had taken to sitting outside. Although I’d been avoiding everyone lately, I did enjoy the change from the stuffy cafeteria. I trailed behind Stiles as we reached the group, wincing. They don’t want you here Y/N. The voice was in my head again. No one wants you here. Leave before they notice you. I pushed the voice out of my head and walked towards my friends. I settle between Stiles and Kira, resting my head of Kira’s shoulders. 

    I wouldn’t say that I’m good at making friends, but something about Kira and I clicked. From the first day I met her, she was always there for me and I was always there for her. That was just how it worked. Even with the comfort of my best friend, I felt anxious as I looked around the group of people laughing and talking. You aren't welcome here. I closed my eyes and tried to calm down as I noticed the dirt start to shift below me, and the breeze pick up ever so slightly. Kira seemed to notice my shift in demeanor and looked over at me as the voice returned in my head. They don’t want you here. He doesn't want you here. The wind picked up even more, to the point where a few of Lydia's papers flew away. I sat up abruptly and grabbed my backpack from Stiles' lap, trying to stay calm and shut the voice out at the same time. “Shit guys, I forgot to turn in my essay!” I exclaimed as I rushed into the school building. I barely made it into the girls’ bathroom before the voice broke through into my head. They don’t want you. They don’t like you. You are nothing. You are nothing. You are nothing to them. You are nothing to him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Stop, stop, stop, please stop, I thought. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. "Stop please stop!” I screamed out loud, feeling a rush of power through my chest. I felt a wave of water drench my entire person. Opening my eyes, I realized the entire bathroom was soaking wet. What the fuck. Did I do that? I started mentally panicking. Was there another monster or demon in this town. We had had a weird year last year certainly, but everyone had agreed that it was over. What is going on? I groaned and wiped the tears and water my face off with a few paper towels. Crying was common enough. Being completely drenched from head to toe? That might catch a few more stares. 

    I tried to clean myself up as best as I could before leaving the girls' bathroom - and running directly into someone. “Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking-” 

“Y/N?” 

“Stiles?” 

“Why are you soaking wet?” he asked, blinking his eyes in confusion. “It’s freezing outside. Are you ok?” 

“Oh I’m fine,” I lied. “What are you doing going into the girls' bathroom,” I said, attempting to quickly change the subject. 

“I wanted to see why you just lied and ran away from our friends,” he said, raising his eyebrows at me. “But now I’m more curious as to why you’re soaking wet,” he said. 

“The girls’ bathroom was soaking wet, and I slipped and got completely drenched.” Another lie slipped out of my mouth. 

“Y/N, I’m not stupid. Your hair is soaking wet,” he said. 

“I told you, the bathroom was drenched.” 

“Fine. There was a huge puddle,” he said with his trademark sarcasm. “But I'm going to drive you home because you are completely drenched.” I bit my lip. I did not want to spend 15 minutes in the car alone with him. 

“Stiles you have class right now.”

“So do you,” he said cheerfully. “Come on we’re going,” he said, grabbing my shoulders and steering me out of the school before I had another chance to decline.

    I had decided the key to avoiding the topics I didn't want to talk about (basically boys and the supernatural) was to keep him continuously talking about literally anything else. Which meant I had to initiate the conversation. We got to his old jeep and I tossed my soaked bag in the back. “Feel like telling the truth yet?” he asked me. 

“I already did Stiles,” I said in a singsong voice. There goes that plan.

“So that would be a no,” he said, rolling his eyes and starting the car. “So what do you want to do tonight?” 

“Um, study,” S said, hoping to steer away from that topic as well. I really did not want to be hanging out with the group right now. With the scary supernatural voice in my head and well, her, the group wasn't exactly my happy place at the moment. 

“Yeah no, I don’t think so. It’s the first night of break. You will come ice skating with us and you will have fun. Then we will get drunk and you will have even more fun.” 

“Stiles,” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“Not taking no for an answer,” he said, swerving the car into a sharp left - the opposite direction of my house.

"Stiles where are we going?” I asked with an exasperated sigh. 

“To my house.” 

“I need clothes.” 

“No. You'll leave if I take you to your house.” 

“Fine. I’ll come out if I can get clothes and shower first. If you haven't noticed, my clothes are sopping wet and it’s 5 degrees outside.” Stiles eyes lit up as he smiled, and I couldn't help but smile back. This boy has way to much control over me. 

“Well that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.” We talked for the rest of the drive back to my house, and we laughed and joked like we normally do. And even though I tried to hide it, I still heard the voice in the back of my head. he doesn't love you.

    Eventually, I was able to shower and get changed into very warm clothes. And I was dreading ice skating. I didn't think I would make it through the night with Lydia slightly flirting with Stiles while he looked at her like a puppy dog. It honestly made me sick to my stomach. So I made my way downstairs in a tee shirt and Christmas pajama bottoms, with the full intention of telling Stiles to go without me. I wasn't feeling well I would say. I walked to the living room where Stiles was laying on my couch hugging a pillow to his chest. “Nope,” he said, not even looking at me. 

“But-” 

“Go change,” he said, turning to face me. “You are feeling perfectly fine, and we are going to go have fun,” he said. “Now go change,” he said, throwing the pillow at me. I huffed and stomped back upstairs to quickly change. Fuck. How does this boy know me so well? 

    We drove to the small ice rink at lightning speed. Stiles informed me that because of my “little stunt”, everyone had beat us there. 

“Well if you hadn't forced me to come, you would be on time wouldn't you?” I said. 

“On time and alone. And sad,” he said, twisting his face into a look of mock sadness. I laughed and unbuckled my seatbelt as we reached the ice rink. It was a quaint little sight. The ices rink was full of skating families, couples, and friends, and decorated with every sort of Christmas lights. It looked like it should be on a Christmas card. Stiles and I grabbed our skates and went to lace them up. I smiled at my penguin socks as I laced up my skates at a much faster pace than Stiles. 

“Come on slowpoke, you made me come,” I said, poking his arm and putting. I skated, very clumsily I might add, to a familiar pair in the middle of the rink. “Kiraaaa,” I said as I skated right into her. Kira fell onto her butt. 

“Hi Y/N,” she said, laughing and groaning as Scott hauled her off the ice. "Where's your boy toy?” she asked me looking behind me. For a split second, I was confused, until I followed her gaze to a very clumsy Stiles making his way over to us. 

“The overgrown child, who is not my 'boy toy' I might add, is over there.” 

“Who’s not your boy toy?” Stiles asked winking at me. I rolled my eyes 

“Doesn't matter,” I said, grabbing Kira’s arm. “Come on, we're here to skate anyway. Sorry Scott, I'm stealing you girl,” I added. Kira, blushing like a madman, tightened her grip on my arm and rather forcefully led me away. She groaned as we skated away from the two boys. “Uh-uh-uh, payback,” I said, cutting her off before she could complain. Kira had known about my crush on stiles for pretty much the entire course of our friendship. I, in turn, had listened to her gush about Scott for the entire course of our friendship. Aside from repeatedly almost dying together, talking about our crushes on the two brunette boys was a key factor in our developing friendship. One year later, and things were still pretty much the same. Although, I was pretty sure Scott and Kira had hooked up. Whenever I asked her about she changed the subject. 

    Kira and I skated around the rink a few times, me seemingly getting worse over time, before deciding to rejoin the boys. After about ten minutes of searching for them on the small, crowded rink, Kira spotted them in line at the hot chocolate stand. Typical. Kira and I tugged off our skates before walking up behind them. “I just don't know what to do,” Stiles was saying to Scott. “There is absolutely no way she feels the same way.” 

“What's up guys,” Kira interrupted as my heart twisted in my chest. Of course Stiles would be talking about Lydia when she wasn't even here. that girl had a hold on Stiles so strong I was surprised he didn't literally fall at her feet. Her, not you. And right on cue. My lovely evil voice friend was back in my head. Get out, I thought back. Now is not the time. I tried to turn my attention back to the conversation, which just consisted of Scott trying to cover up whatever the two had been talking about while Stiles stuttered incoherently. I wonder if any of your friends actually like you. The voice pushed its way back into my head. Maybe they feel sorry for you like Stiles does. Everyone has someone in their life that is more important than you. Scott has Kira. And Stiles - 

“Stop it,” I said out loud. My three friends turned their heads towards me. “N-no not you guys,” I said, laughing shakily. I pointed my hand towards a kid a few yards away. “That kid was about to cut himself on his skates.” I lied through my teeth. Only Scott looked convinced. “Crap guys, it's almost nine!” I said, pretending to check my watch. “I forgot I was supposed to tutor someone tonight at 8:30. I'll see you guys later.” I turned around before anyone could respond and hurried to return my skates. 

“Y/N!” 

“Thank you, thank you! I said hurriedly, giving the rental man my skates back. “Y/N,” Stiles said catching up to me. “What the fuck is going on? I know you’re lying about having to trust someone tonight, and I know you were lying earlier today. What the fuck is going on?” he asked again.

“I’m not lying Stiles, I'm just stressed. It’s just making me a little crazy.” 

“You're lying again,” he said, clearly frustrated. 

“I’m not lying! Why do you even think I’m lying?” I said walking away from him. 

“Because I know you. You don’t rush off to random places or forget about appointments. You don’t forget to turn in assignments. And when you lie, you don’t make I contact.”

“That’s not true,” I mumbled looking at my hands. Stiles stared pointedly at me. 

“Come on,” he said, pulling me back to the car. I resigned to getting into the passenger side, and he drove away from the crowded area. We drove in silence until he pulled off the road on the edge of the woods.

“I don't understand what you have going on in your life that is so bad or complicated that you can't tell me about it. We’ve always told each other everything. And now you’re acting weird and I don’t know how to help you,” he said. 

“I don't have anything going on!” I exclaimed, fling my arms into the air. “And I’m not acting weird! I’m fine.” I watched the air outside start to swirl. Fuck I need to get out of here. 

“If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you and you need some time that’s fine. Let's go do something. Just the two of us. We can at least take your mind off of whatever is stressing you out.” 

“Nothing is stressing me out,” I said, growing more agitated. He doesn't actually care about you. He feels bad for you. “Stop, stop, stop!” I said, feeling something build inside me. Outside the car, the air swirled more intensely as it was joined by flurries of snow. Stiles looked at me, bewildered. 

“Yes, you are obviously the epitome of fine,” he said sarcastically. “You need to calm down,” he said, turning serious in an instant. “I think you're having a panic attack,” he said. 

“No no no,” I said. “I-I need to go,” I said. 

“What?” he said even more bewildered. “Where?” 

“I-I was supposed to be home a half-hour ago,” I said, clenching my fists. Stay calm. 

“What a shocker, another excuse,” he said dryly. His sarcasm quickly turned to real concern again as tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “Y/N what is going on?” he asked again in a pleading voice. “Please,” he said quietly. “Talk to me.” Don't talk to him. He doesn't really care. 

“I need to go,” I said, fumbling for the door. Stiles tried to lock the doors, but it was too late. I scrambled out of the car and into the woods. 

“Y/N no!” he shouted. “No, come back!” He ran out of the car after me, but I had a huge head start. He wouldn't catch up to me. I ran through the woods as a sob wracked through me. Violent wind and snow swirled around me so powerfully I couldn't even control the direction of my momentum. And like a mantra, the voice began again. Unloved. Worthless. Friendless. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. 

A/N: Hi loves! I’m back! I’ve had soo much school work, but I had fun writing this one for you guys! Some qs: Are you tired of these types of fics? Do you want some already dating fluff? Enemies to lovers? Let me know what kind of fic you want in the request! I love you guys and always leave feedback if you want!!

Request: @rubinstein1798: 16 and 17 from fluffy prompt list with George?

Prompt: “I dare you” (#16), Is that a challenge? (#17)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

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    I was having a great time. It wasn't like I didn't party often, or that this party was particularly amazing, but O.W.L.s were over, I was stress-free, and I was having a great time. 

    And honestly, the party was pretty great. There was a huge, blazing bonfire on the sand a few feet away from me, charmed to burn different colors. Students from all houses danced around it, feeling spectacularly light with the stress of final exams lifted. Music played from seemingly everywhere, likely the work of Lee Jordan's superior charms skills. Even better, bewitched shots of Firewhiskey floated through the air around the party. Grinning, I snatched one out of the air and downed it in one motion. 

“Feeling thirsty are we?” I heard someone ask me. Attempting to wipe the smile off my face, I turned around to face George Weasley. George and I had a - well - complicated relationship. To say the least. We flirted, we fought, then we went back to being friends - and pretty close friends at that. We were at the friends stage. 

“You know, I think I am,” I said, smirking. I jumped in the air and grabbed another floating shot. George snorted as he watched me. “What? I asked, turning to the red-head. “Got something to say?” 

“No, not a word,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Just that you might want to pace yourself if you're gonna make it through tonight.” I rolled my eyes and huffed, stalking off in the direction of the Black Lake. He ran after me, walking by my side after catching up. “Where are you going?” he said, laughing. 

“Right here,” I said, plopping down in front of the water and laying on my back. 

“Come on back,” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling. 

“Nope,” I said, fighting as he tried to pull me up. He gripped my hand strongly and pulled again. 

"Please?" he said, flashing me puppy-dog eyes. 

"Fine," I said, rolling my eyes as his face brightened. “On one condition,” I added, smirking. 

“And what might that be?” he asked, confused. I laughed and pulled him back to the bonfire, weaving through other students. When we reached the center, I plucked two glasses of Firewhiskey out of the air, handing one to George. 

“We are going shot for shot,” I announced. 

“Are you sure that's such a good idea?” he said, laughing at my already tipsy state. 

“What are you, scared? I fired back, quirking an eyebrow. I watched as his competitive side came out. 

“Is that a challenge? he said. 

“Well yeah,” I said shrugging my shoulders. “I thought that was obvious.” George rolled his eyes as I watched him give in.

“Alright fine. But then you have to jump in the Black Lake,” he said. His eyes glinted mischievously. 

“Hell no,” I said. “I don't  care if it’s Spring. That lake is still fucking freezing. Besides, this was my condition.”

“Oh come on. I dare you,” he said, smirking, knowing I could never resist them temptation of a dare. “Well then it looks like I've won this game rather quickly,” George said, shrugging his shoulders. I flashed him a look of pure hatred, before turning away without a word. I walked through the crowd without looking back. I stopped at the bank of the lake, peeling of my tight shirt and leaving myself in my bra and muggle jeans. I dove into the lake without hesitation. Fuck that was cold. I came up sputtering and quickly bounded out of the lake and back to the middle of the bonfire, where it was warm. A large number of people clapped and whistled, excited at the first event of the night. I shot George a smug look. 

“You really thought it would be that easy? I asked, giving him a challenging look. I locked eyes with him as I downed another shot. I gestured to him and George shook his head as he took his shot. “I dare you to take off your underwear and charm it to float over the bonfire.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N?” he said, looking at me in disbelief. 

“Oh, come on,” I said. “After what you had me do, I'm letting you off easy.” He rolled his eyes. “I dare you,” I taunted. He sighed and got up to go take off his boxers. 

    A few minutes later, I started to giggle uncontrollably as I watched a pair of niffler-covered boxers rise above the bonfire. Others noticed too, and soon the party had stopped so people could laugh and speculate as to who's boxers were floating in the air. George grumpily returned to our spot. I laughed at his expression. “Nifflers George, really?” I started laughing again. 

“They're my favorite magical creature!” he said defensively as he took his shot. I took mine right as he said, “I dare you to jinx the last person you kissed.” I nearly spit out the Firewhiskey. I laughed. 

“So this is how it's gonna be tonight?” I strode over to Seamus and slyly cast a Jelly-Legs Jinx. It was harmless, really. Honestly, it just gave one the impression that Seamus was a very bad dancer. I made my way back to George, who seemed annoyed. 

“Really Y/N? Finnegan? 

“Yup,” I said, popping the ‘p.’ He rolled his eyes and drank his shot. I was well past tipsy now, but I was never one to back down from a challenge. I drank my shot and prepared my dare. “Weasley, I dare you…”

    And that was how our little game continued for a long time. George would dare me, and we would both take a shot; then, I would dare him and we would both take a shot, and so on. After about an hour of this, I had taken a shot in my animagus form (a hummingbird), let Dean Thomas pierce my ear, been jinxed to have a purple tongue, sat on Lee Jordan's lap, drank a bottle of Skele-Gro, and kissed Zachary Smith. George, on the other hand, had gotten his legs shaved, publicly (and loudly) declared his love for Lavender Brown, dyed a strand of his hair bright blue, apparated to the middle of the Black Lake, made out with a piece of driftwood, and kissed Pavarti Patail. We were pretty much the main source of entertainment, since most of the party-goers had come to watch our little game over the course of the hour. They shouted out suggestions as I contemplated George’s next dare. 

"Make him jump over the fire!" 

"Have him tell us who he likes!"

"Jinx him!" 

“Alright Georgie,” I started. “I dare you to go...and to do - well," I stopped, struggling to get out a coherent sentence. After all, we'd been playing shot-for-shot for more than an hour. We were both well past extremely drunk. 

"Aaand that's the end of this game ladies and gents,” Fred shouted, swooping in front of George and I. He shooed the party-goes away, watching them scatter back around the beach, looking for another form of entertainment. 

“Booooo!” George and I chorused. We fell over giggling at Fred’s stern face, rolling around on the sand. 

“The game is not over Fred!” I exclaimed. 

“Come on Freddie there's no winner yet,” said George, pouting. 

“You guys can't even get a sentence out to give each other a dare,” he said, his strict facade crumbling as he laughed down at the two of us in our drunken state. We had fallen to the ground again after picking ourselves back up, and were slumped over each other on the sand. 

"Fine" I huffed. "But you need to pick a winner." 

"And it will be me,” George said. "There no way i'm losing to this," he said, tapping my head, which rested on his shoulder. Fred rolled his eyes down at us. 

"Fine," he said. “George, I dare you to say who you think is the prettiest girl at this party.” George rolled his eyes at his twin. 

“No can do Gred because she's sitting right next to me.” I felt my heart deflate a little bit. Who was sitting right next to him? Fred rolled his eyes. 

“Y/N, I dare you say the name of the boy you’ve fancied for a year.” I rolled my eyes to hide my panic. 

“Shhh Fred he's right here!” I whisper-shouted, gesturing towards George, whose shoulder I still rested my head on. Fred groaned. 

A/N: Hi lovies. It’s me, back at it again at crackhead hours. Term started up again, so my posts might be coming a little less frequently for a little bit but I’ll try to write tons! This is also my first imagine based on a song, so fun times. I made a happy ending even though it’s sort of a sad song because I’m a sucker. As always messages open and feedback welcome! Xoxo

Request: @slither-in-a-half Hello love, could you please do a Fred Weasley x reader based on the song Chateau by djo?

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 1,336

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   It’s cold outside but I don’t care. I let my tears slip off my cheeks and onto my legs. They hang off the balcony of the Astronomy Tower. I don’t know how to describe how I feel. I feel like somethings wrong with me. I feel almost...homesick. Homesick for a person. I let myself think about him, even though I know I’ll feel worse when I’m done. I’ll just miss him more when I return to reality. But the memories dull the pain. At least for a little while. I close my eyes and flash back to the summer when we first met.

    “Lee,” I said laughing. We walked quickly through the cramped streets of Diagon Alley. “Where are we going?” 

“I told you Y/L/N. To meet my most spectacular friends.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Besides you of course,” he added with a smile. 

“And here we are,” he said, stopping in front of a small, shoddy-looking pub. I wouldn’t have noticed it if Lee hadn’t pointed out to me. 

“Here?” I said laughing. 

“Yes, Y/N, now stop pissing about and go in. I haven’t seen Fred and George since term ended,” Lee whined. 

“Alright, alright. Calm yourself Lee,” I said laughing. I followed after him through the cramped doorway of the pub. Lee’s face widening into a smile as he spotted his friends in the corner drinking Butterbeers. He walked over and hugged George first, and that was when I saw him. Our eyes met and I felt butterflies in my stomach. From just a look. I walked over to them and Lee introduced me. 

“So this is the famous Y/N,” Fred said. “From what Lee tells us about you, I think we’re going to be very good friends.” I laughed.

“God, Lee what the hell did you tell them about me.” Fred wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we went to find seats. He didn’t take his arm off my shoulder when we sat down. The four of us joked and talked about our summers and our plans for the upcoming school year, but I couldn’t keep my mind on the conversation. It kept drifting back to the red-headed boy, whose arm was around my shoulders. I remember how I felt that day. I felt like I believed in love at first sight.

    I sigh. If I couldn’t recall the memories, the feelings, so clearly, I could believe it was a dream. But it wasn’t a dream. It’s just the past. And the present, here late at night, without him, hurts too much. So I turn back the time. To another place, where I’m back with him and I feel alright.

    Things were winding down in the Gryffindor Common Room after the party. Most people had left, except for a few stragglers from the party. I spun around the common room and laughed. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood? The party’s over,” Fred said, laughing as he watched me from an armchair. 

“Alcohol,” I announced, smiling widely. 

“And here I thought it was me who was responsible,” he said, coming to stand by me. I stopped spinning for a second a stumbled. Fred caught me before I fell, laughing again.

“Usually it is you, but tonight it’s the alcohol,” I said, smiling. “And the stars,” I added, looking out the window. “And I guess a little bit you.” I giggled. I dropped his hand suddenly and skipped out of the portrait hole. 

“Where are you going?” he said, running after me.

“To see the stars,” I said like it was obvious. “You coming?” He shook his head. 

“The heavens have opened out there. You’ll get sick.” I pouted. “But fear not,” he said. Fred grabbed my hand. “This way m’lady.” He took me to the Astronomy Tower. there was an open glass ceiling, with a view of the entire night sky. We laid on the floor and looked up through it. He put his arm around me. 

“You know, you should have reminded me that you can’t see the damn stars in the middle of a downpour. Arse,” I said, turning to look at him. I hit his chest lightly and he grabbed my hand. He held it close to him, and faced me. 

“But if we hadn’t come I wouldn’t be here with you,” he said with a smile. Then he pressed his lips to mine. It was a chaste kiss, lasting only a few seconds. But it was better than any other kiss I’d ever had. We laid together the rest of the night, tangled in each other’s arms. We fell asleep that way, and woke up that way. I remember how I felt that night. I felt like I was I love. I knew that I was in love.

    I could chalk it up to a hazy, drunken memory, if it wasn’t still so clear in my brain. If I couldn’t recall how it felt to kiss him, how it felt to be in love. How it felt to be loved. 

Suddenly, more memories flood back into my mind, and time gets turned back again. I remember spending last summer with Fred at the Burrow. His 16th birthday party. The night we spent in the Prefect’s Bathroom. Sneaking sleepover’s in the Boy’s Dormitory since he couldn’t find a way into the Girl’s, no matter how hard he tried. Him meeting my parents for the first time. Us practicing Quidditch together. Swimming in the Blake Lake together. Him helping me handle the stress of our O.W.L.s. Me helping him and George with their plans to open a joke shop. 

I smile at the memories, feeling the warmth and happiness that comes from them. And I feel alright, just for a second. Then, as quickly as the warmth came in, I feel the cold seep in again. I remember us breaking up. I remember the stupid fight. I remember the hurt. The tears fall faster from my eyes now. I don’t feel alright. I feel empty and hollow, like I’m missing something. I’m missing him.

“Y/N?” I jump and curse. I should have known better than to come back to our spot. 

“Oh, hey Fred,” I say, quickly wiping the tears, then turning to face him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, coming to sit beside me on the edge of the balcony. 

“Just thinking,” I say. It’s half the truth at least. I don’t look at him. “What are you doing here?”

“I guess I came here to think too. I just needed to be alone.” He said, looking down at his hands. Oh. He came here to be alone.

“Right, of course,” I say quickly, standing up. Seeing him will make everything worse. “I’ll go, I’ve been here for a while, and i understand needing alone time-”

“No,” he says quickly, meeting my eyes. He grabbed my hand. “Please don’t go. I lied. I didn’t come here to think or to be alone.” He looks rarely vulnerable, so different from the carefree, easy-going Fred I normally see. “I hoped you’d be up here. I think about you all the time Y/N. I miss you so much it hurts. It hurts every time I see you and every time I can’t hold you or kiss you. It hurts that I can’t talk to you, or make you laugh. It hurts when I’m not with you. It just hurts. So please. Don’t go.”

“I miss you too,” i said quietly, sitting back down. I hold tightly to his hand. My eyes tear up again. “More than you could ever know.”

“I highly doubt that,” he said, laughing through his own teary eyes and squeezing my hand. “Because I’m still very much in love with you.” I laugh, and he puts his other arm around my shoulder. 

A/N: I’mmmm back! I wrote this requested imagine at you guessed it, crackhead hours. It turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I think I like it. As always, leave feedback! Xoxo

Request: @iluvharrypotter172 Could you do 33 from the fluffy prompt list with George Weasley x reader preferably with the reader saying it to George. Thanks in advance!

Prompt: “how’s the hangover?” (#33)

Triggers: Cursing, Drinking

Word Count: 2,295

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    I woke up with a splitting headache. And I mean splitting. I painfully pushed myself into a sitting position from my spot on the floor and glanced around my surroundings. I was sandwiched between the twins’ beds, covered in a heap of blankets and pillows. The occupants of the two beds both snored peacefully, making me feel almost guilty for what I was about to do. Almost. 

“Accio,” I whispered, summoning a metal pot from the kitchen. I steeled myself and banged the pot onto the metal railing of the beds. I winced.

“Shit.” Two voices cussed simultaneously as the twins woke up. 

“Morning Weasleys,” I said, wincing again. That had not been my best idea. “How’s the hangover?” I said, throwing a hand-knit pillow at the younger twin as he sat up. He attempted to bat it away and missed. It him square in the face. I chuckled as he groaned. 

“I haven’t felt this awful since Madame Pomfrey made me drink an entire bottle of Skele-Gro in the third year,” George said, flopping back down onto his bed. “I don’t remember a thing from last night.”

I sighed. “I don’t either.”

“Well that tends to happen when you drink an entire bottle of Firewhiskey,” Fred said, rolling his eyes. I stuck my tongue out at him and tried to go back to sleep.

        Most days, everyone loved mornings at the Burrow were my favorite. Today was not one of those days. For George and I at least. Everyone else seemed perfectly fine. In fact, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gotten up early to make everybody breakfast, since Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were still out of town. 

“Just coffee for me, thanks,” said George.

“George, you had better eat something or you’ll just feel worse,” Hermione said, sliding a plate of toast his way. “You too, Y/N,” she said, frowning and adding more toast to the plate. George mumbled something into his plate that sounded a lot like ‘Thanks mum’.

“How come you’re so chipper?” I said to Hermione. “In fact, how come all of you seem fine while I feel like my actual brain is bleeding?”

“Because we didn’t drink an entire bottle of fire-whiskey last night,” Charlie said, chuckling. Shit. An entire bottle? I thought Fred had been joking. I didn’t even want to know what happened last night. 

“We might liquor you up more often Y/N, if it makes things as interesting as last night was,” said Ginny, grinning at me. 

“What does that mean?” George said, looking alarmed.

“Yeah Ginny, what does that mean?” I asked.

“Let’s just say you two had a lot more than anybody else,” Ron said, looking up from his food. Fred, who was sitting next to him, smacked him on the head. Ron looked sheepish. I looked at George, who shrugged and mouthed, no clue.

“Seriously guys, what happened last night?” I said, looking around the table.

“Yeah we deserve to know,” George said indignantly. “Fred, are you really not going to tell me?” 

“Sorry Georgie, I can’t help you if you don’t remember,” his twin said with a smile and a shrug. 

“I guess you two will just have to figure it our yourselves,” Harry said. 

“All right listen up you lot, I am tired and I am hungover. I am not in the mood for what ever this little game is. So what the hell happened last night?” I said sternly, looking around the table again. Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, and Charlie all stayed silent. I groaned. “Fine,” I said. I got up to go back upstairs, only to be stopped by Hermione. 

“Hold up Y/N, Mrs. Weasley left us chores. Plus, we’ve got a lot of cleaning up to do from the party, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley get back from St. Mungo’s tomorrow.” She then gave us a list of chores that we had to do, half left for us by Mrs. Weasley, and half to hide the evidence of the party we had last night. I had to de-gnome the garden with Ginny, then clear out the broom shack (where we hid most of the rubbish and alcohol from the party) with Fred and George. 

    Not that de-gnoming the garden was ever pleasant work, but a bad hangover and Mid-July heat made it so much worse. 

“Ginny, come on, you have to tell me. What the hell happened last night? And what was Ron on about this morning?” I asked, watching her as she flung a particularly fat gnome over the Burrow’s walls. She glanced over at me. 

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” she said in a sing-song voice.

“You’re in a good mood, I said, changing the subject. “Has that got anything to do with me seeing Harry leaving your room this morning?” She looked over at me and grinned.

“It might,” she said. “But you shut up about that. I don’t want to know what’ll happen to Harry if any of my brother hear.” Perfect.

“I might be persuaded to keep my mouth shut,” I said innocently. “If my best friend was to clue me in on the happenings of last night. Otherwise, who knows what might slip out.” I grinned and shrugged my shoulders. Ginny rolled her eyes at my and flung another gnome over the wall.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said. “Because then I would be forced to let slip to a certain one of my brothers that you have a crush on them.” Ginny grinned as I went pink. 

“I regret telling you that every day,” I grumbled. I took my frustration out on a gnome that was attempting to escape from its relocation. It sailed a good 30 yards beyond the wall. Ginny giggled.

“Relax, you know I’d never tell,” Ginny said. “Unless I was bored,” she added. “I’m only joking!” she said as I shot her a look. “Anyways, you’re in luck. I’m rather cross with my dear brother Fred at the moment, since he tried to force a very drunk Harry to make an Unbreakable Vow that he would never kiss me again.” 

“How does that help me with my situation?” i asked. 

“It helps you,” she said, “because i am not in the mood to help Fred with another one of his plots at the moment. It was his idea to keep you and George from knowing what happened last night. Which means I’ll tell you what happened last night.”

“Oh thank God. So once again, what the hell happened last night and why is everyone being so weird?”

“Well, I’m sure you remember, the party started pretty much the moment Mum and Dad left the house. You drank about half a bottle of Firewhiskey, which is when I’m pretty sure your memory stops.” I nodded. She was probably right. “And George,” she continued, “well he had about an entire bottle of Firewhiskey. He was gone about an hour after you, right about when Ron said he wanted to go swimming.”

“Which is when we went to the lake,” I said, remembering someone jumping into water last night. Ginny looked at me, alarmed.

“You remember last night?” she asked.

“No, no, I just had a flash of...Charlie, I think, jumping into the lake. Anyways what happened next?” I asked, looking at Ginny.

“Well, once we got to the lake Fred suggested we play Wizard’s Truth or Dare.”

“Wait, what the hell is Wizard’s Truth or Dare?” I interrupted.

“A game Fred claims to have invented. It’s practically muggle truth or dare, except Charlie or Fred, since no one trusted you or George with a wand, would hex you if you whimped out of dare and put Veritaserum in your drink if you chose truth.”

“Sounds like a fun game. But how does it relate to people keeping last night a secret from George and I?” I asked. 

“Well, you got a dare to spin the bottle around the circle, and George got upset. He said no one else in the circle or anywhere else was gonna kiss his girl, and you said you weren't his girl, and then he kissed you.”

“What?” I said. Ginny suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“You guys kissed and then that’s when everyone kinda decided the party was over. Fred told us we weren’t supposed to say anything because it was clear you guys weren’t going to remember anything in the morning and we all agreed it would better if you guys didn’t know. That’s why everyone was acting so weird this morning.” To say i was confused was an understatement. After a while i just said,

“Well - that’s a lot to take in.”

“What’s a lot to take in?” Fred said, walking down the steps to the garden with George. Damn he looked good - even hungover.

“The rules of Wizard’s Truth or Dare,” I said quickly, watching George go a little pale.

“Oh that’s Georgie’s new favorite game,” he said, clapping his brother on the back. George glared at him. Fred shrugged glancing around garden. He clapped his hands together. “Time for new chores little ones!” I groaned. As bad as de-gnoming the garden was, at least it was outdoors. Normally, I would look forward to being crammed in a small, cramped space with George, but not after what I just learned. I hoped he didn’t know, or it would be a very awkward hour.

“That’s not the right attitude,” Fred said, shaking his head at me. I faked a smile at him. “That’s the spirt. Now I’m going to go help Ickle Ronniekins clean up the lake.”

“No Fred, you’re supposed to clear out the shack with George and I,” I shouted at his retreating figure.

“Plans change Y/L/N. Turns out the damage we did at the lake was a lot worse than we thought. Besides,” he yelled. “I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about!”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” I said under my breath. George heard me.

“Ginny didn’t tell you?” George said, speaking for the first time. i looked over at him as we made our way to the broom shack

“Tell me what?” I asked. I knew what he was referring to, but I wanted to hear him say it. Maybe I would be able to tell how he felt about it. I still wasn’t sure how I felt about it myself. Of course I liked him. I’d had a crush on George for the longest time. But it would just be so horrible if we kissed and he didn't feel the same way about me. Not to mention, our friendship would be practically ruined.

"Y/N,” he said, waving his hand in front of my face. 

“Oh sorry what did you say?” We stopped walking as we reached the broom shack, and I stepped into the cramped, dark space. I felt George step in behind me. I turned to look at him. George sighed. 

“I said...” He paused scratching behind his ears, which had began to go red. “Well, apparently we weren’t supposed to know, but it was easy enough to get out of Ron. But we uh- we kissed last night,” he said quickly, looking down at the floor.

“I know,” I said, turning around and grabbing the empty bottles as an excuse not to look at George.

“You know?” he asked, confused. “Then why did you make me tell you?”

Now it was my turn to stutter. “Well- I just- I wanted to see if they told you the same story.” He looked at me. 

“Y/N, I’ve known you since we were seven years old. I can tell when you’re lying. What was the reason?” I sighed.

“I wanted to see how you felt about it.” I looked anywhere but his eyes.

“Oh,” he said looking surprised. “I mean I thought that part was pretty obvious. I’ve been wanting to do that forever. I was just always to scared you wouldn’t feel the same way, and that it would ruin our friendship.” He sighed again. “Some Gryffindor I am, needing a bottle of Firewhiskey to kiss the girl I fancy.” I snapped out of the daze I had entered when he started talking. George fancied me? “Anyways,” he said. “I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you feel awkward, and i would never want to ruin our friendship-”

“George,” i said, laughing, cutting off his rambling. I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” He blinked. “Forever.” He smiled, and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Well then this worked out rather well, didn’t it?” he said, leaning down. 

“Yes, I would say it did,” I replied, connecting our lips again.

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“Do you think we should tell them that they didn’t actually kiss last night?” asked Ginny, watching Y/N and George walk out of the broom shack hand in hand. She looked over at her brother.

“No I don’t think so,” her brother said, his eyes still on the couple. “Besides, if we hadn’t done something, those two never would have told each other they had feelings for one another. And I don’t think I could’ve taken much more of George’s whining about her. ‘Oh Fred, I like her so much, her hair smells so good, do you think she likes me too?’ Merlin, it never stopped!”

“Do you think Y/N didn’t talk about him all the time too? ‘Do you think he noticed me in Qudditch today? Did you know George held my hand today?’ Honestly, it’s a miracle they were able to admit they had feelings to each other even with the plan. My god, they are so blind.”

A/N: Hello loves! This also turned out a little emotional which is really not the direction I had planned for this imagine but whatever! Also this was once again written at crackhead hours but what can you do? As always please give me feedback if you want and remember my messages are open for requests or just if you need someone to talk to :))

Request: @iulia001 4 and 68 with Fred?

Prompts: “get out I’m naked!” (#4) and “shit when did you get hot?” (#68)

Triggers: Cursing

Word Count: 1,998

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It was a rough match. The Quidditch pitch had been frosted over from the December snow, and harsh winds had made clear vision a struggle. When you combined the weather with Slytherin’s less-than-savory behavior, we really didn’t have a chance. But that wouldn’t stop me from blaming the loss on myself. That was how I found myself here, still showering in the Girl’s Changing rooms two hours after the match. I turned off the water and sighed. I couldn’t avoid my team forever. I knew exactly where I would find them - drowning their sorrows in the sixth year Boy’s Dormitory. 

    I stepped out of the showers and cursed as I scanned the Changing Room for towels and saw none. And my wand was in the co-ed room. Great. And I thought this day couldn’t get any worse. I was just deciding on making a quick dash for my wand when the door to the girl’s changing room burst open. 

“Oi, Y/L/N, are you trying to drown-” Fred Weasley’s words fell out of his mouth as he smirked down at me. “Shit, Y/L/N, when did you get hot?” he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door. “Get out I’m naked!” I shouted, my cheeks turning red. I attempted to cover myself while throwing the nearest thing I could find  - which happened to be my bra - at him. “Turn the fuck around!” I shouted. 

“You know, I was enjoying the view. It wasn’t much of a problem for me,” he said. Nonetheless, he turned around and faced the door. 

“You’re such an arse,” I said, fuming. 

“Me? Really? I’m wounded Y/L/N. And to think I came in here to check on you and bring you your wand.” 

“My wand?” I asked, perking up.

“Yup, I got it right here. I was planning on giving it to you too, but since you were so rude to me, I think I’ll hang on to it.” 

“Are you fucking kidding me Weasley?” 

“Nope,” he said, popping the “p.”

“Give it back to me,” I said sternly.  

“Ask me nicely.” 

“Are you serious? No.” 

“Please may I have my wand back my favourite person in the world.” 

“I hate you.” 

“I’m waiting,” Fred said in a sing-song voice. I huffed. 

“Please may I have my wand back my favourite person in the world,” I said, lacing my voice with distain and sarcasm. 

“That wasn’t so hard was it,” he said, tossing my wand over his head. I snatched it out of the air and quickly summoned a towel. 

“Now out Weasley. Now,” I said sternly as I wrapped the towel around myself. 

“Sorry,” he said turning around. “No can do.” 

“And may I ask why not?” I said, attempting to stay calm. 

“Katie and Alicia assigned me to Y/N watch. They think you’re gonna try to off yourself after this disaster of a match.” 

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” I said, scoffing. “And did I say you could turn around?” He shrugged his shoulders. 

“I may have exaggerated a little bit. But, they did mention the possibility of self-destructive and rash behavior.” I snorted. “I’ve also been told to retrieve you for the pity party currently going on in Oliver’s dorm.” I groaned. 

“Fine, I’ll meet everyone up there.” 

“Noo, Katie and Alicia made it quite clear that I was to make sure you get there.” 

“Fred this is fucking ridiculous, just go.” He just looked at me and sat down stubbornly. I groaned again. “Fine. Please at least leave so I can change.” He turned around and faced the door again. I huffed and changed quickly. I knew arguing with him would only mean spending more time with him.

    We left the changing rooms and walked up to Gryffindor Tower. I was fuming. I knew Katie and Alicia had sent him just to get on my nerves, and boy was it working. I did not like Fred Weasley. In fact I hated him. I suppose my hatred had begun two years ago. Before the incident, Fred and I had been best friends. That is, until he broke my arm during a game of Quidditch one summer at the Burrow. The broken bone wasn’t the end of our friendship. In fact, Mrs. Weasley had fixed my bone herself in about six minutes. Our friendship ended right after, when Fred refused to talk to me for months. After he started to talk to me again, I was too hurt and confused to respond. He had shut me out and hurt me, and I hadn’t been ready to accept him back into my life. Eventually, he didn’t even talk to me. He just pulled pranks on me with George and joked around. I don’t really know where all my hate comes from. Actually scratch that, I know exactly where it comes from. It comes from old pain that never went away, because I had been in love with Fred at the time, and he shut me out. I just didn’t like to admit that part.

“So Y/L/N,” Fred said, breaking me out of my daze. “Care to clue me in on these ‘self-destructive behaviors’ Katie and Alicia mentioned?” 

“Not really,” I said. “Actually Weasley, I’d rather not talk at all.”

“And why is that?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “Is there something else you’d rather do?”

“Yes, I’d rather kiss the giant squid, take a Potions exam, die...” I said sweetly. He chuckled. 

“You can try to resist me all you want, Y/L/N, but I’ll get you,” he said stretching his arms. I gagged and was saved from having to respond by the Fat Lady.

“Password?” she asked.

“Amor secretus,” I responded. I climbed through the portrait hole quickly, hoping to leave the red-head behind me. I cursed under my breath when I turned and saw him following me up the spiral staircase. A cheer greeted us when I opened the door to the sixth year Boy’s Dormitory.

“There are the lovebirds!” Alicia said, slurring slightly. 

“You guys we gone for quite a while,” said George waggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and went to sit with Alicia and Katie.

“Thank you guys,” I said. “For making tonight so much worse than I thought it could get.” Alicia rolled her eyes and Katie pouted. They dropped their voices as the rest of the team engaged in a rant about the dirty tactics of the Slytherin team. 

“So really nothing happened?” Katie asked.

“Of course, what did you think would happen if you forced me to spend time with someone I hate?” 

“Oh I don’t know, you guys would hook up, realize you’re in love with each other...” Alicia said pointedly. 

“Good Lord Alicia shut the fuck up.” 

“Alrightie, clearly we’ve touched a nerve. But Y/N don’t you see that he’s been in love with you for two years.” Katie said as she looked at me.

“He’s not in love with me Katie, he wants to fuck me. That’s a big difference.” I stood up and walked out of the room, despite Katie and Alicia’s quiet protests. I didn’t care. I was not in the mood for this tonight. I walked up the dorm’s spiral staircase, to the very top. “Lumos,” I whispered, casting light over the window that was always kept ajar. I pushed it all the way open, and crept out the window. The Gryffindor tower roof was the best place to think at night. I climbed out into the cool winter air and took a deep breath. The cold burned my lungs. It cleared my head as I looked at the stars. 

    Why was I so upset? Deep down, I knew it wasn’t because of the match anymore. I had actually been playing a great game, until Marcus Flint decided to sic the two Slytherin beaters on me. I mostly blamed Toby Somper, who had been our substitute Seeker (since Harry had landed himself in the Hospital Wing again). That left Fred. God, why did he still bother me like this. Lots of guys were horny. I had definitely dealt with other guys hitting on me just because they wanted to hook up. So why was Fred different? Why did it bother me so much? “Fuck” I said, as tears sprung to my eyes. 

“Y/N?” said a soft voice from the window below me. 

“Shit,” I said under my breath, as Fred clambered onto the roof. 

“What do you want Weasley?” I said, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. 

“I wanted to see if you were alright,” he said looking down as he sat next to me. 

“Well clearly, I’m doing great,” I said sarcastically. “So you can go now.” He didn’t say anything, just sat next to me in silence. 

“Why do you hate me Y/N,” he said suddenly, looking at me. I stared at him, and felt anger bubble to my surface again. 

“Maybe because we were best friends until you decided I wasn’t good enough for you or something. Maybe because you broke my heart.” Just as quickly as it had come, I felt the anger disappear. Then I was just left with a heavy weight in my chest. “I don’t hate you Weasley. But seeing you just reminds me of everything that happened, and it still hurts. It hurts,” I said, meeting his eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed me. And for some god damn reason, I kissed him back. To my surprise, he broke the kiss. He looked at me in disbelief. 

“You kissed me back,” he said. I groaned and looked away. 

“Well, don’t expect it to ever happen again.” 

“Why not?” he said, touching my hand. I slid my hand away. 

“Because I still don’t like you Weasley.” 

“That kiss seemed to say otherwise,” he said. “So why not?” 

“Maybe because I still care about you for some stupid reason, despite all that’s happened between us, despite all of our history, while all you want is a hook-up buddy.” 

“God you’re thick,” he said, groaning. 

“Excuse me?” 

“How could you not know that I’m in love with you,” he said looking away from me for the first time. “It’s pretty bloody obvious.” I looked at him with disbelief etched onto my face. 

“You’re in love with me?” I asked in a small voice. He sighed. 

“Why do you think I volunteered to go get you after the match? Why do you think that I spend an unholy amount of time annoying you? Why do you think I didn’t know how to talk to you after I broke your arm two years ago?” 

“Well - I um -” I stuttered. “Fred this is absurd, you aren’t in love with me.” 

“Oh really?” he said, his eyes burning. “You always wear red on Mondays because you think it will make the first day of the week a little bit brighter. Your best friends are Katie and Alicia, but you’ll go to Katie for everyday troubles and Alicia for more serious issues. Your favorite shop in Hogsmead is Zonko’s, but you spend more time in Honeyduke’s because you have an unholy addiction to Sugar Quills and sometimes Chocolate Frogs. You’re favorite book Wizard Thieves because you think the characters are amazingly written even if the plot can be a little dry at times. Also you-” he broke off, looking over at me, where my mouth was hanging open. “Well, you get the point.” 

“I just...well I...” I trailed off, unable to find words. I grabbed his hand back. “Well, it might please you to know that I’m in love with you too,” I said shakily, looking into his eyes. They lit up like a little kid’s. 

“You mean it?” he asked.

“I do,” I said, closing the gap between our lips. He smiled into the kiss.

“You said that would never happen again,” he said grinning from ear to ear.

A/N: Hi guys! This is my first imagine on this new account and I’m so so excited!! Honestly this turned out a lot more angsty and emotional than the prompt suggests, but I hope you guys like it!! Please leave feedback if you want! (Also sorry if there are mistakes, I wrote this at crackhead hours. Just comment and I’ll fix them!)

Request: @mistelleart Hello! I’m to happy to see another hp blog! Can you please write 26 with George Weasley?

Prompt: “Yes we are fake boyfriend and girlfriend” (#26)

Triggers: Cursing, Underage-Drinking

Word Count: 1,632

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Music pulsed through the Gryffindor Common Room. The signature comfy armchairs and couches had been cleared away to make way for a makeshift bar (stocked with Butterbeer and Firewhisky) and dance floor, which was filled with students from every house - fifth years and above, of course. Honestly I have no idea how my classmates managed to pull off such a great party so last minute, but that really wasn’t my concern at the current moment. My focus was on a certain blond-haired Ravenclaw who was currently grinding on Padma Patil on the dance floor six feet away from me. Ben McLaggen. The sight of my ex-boyfriend dancing it up with a girl who had been obsessed with him for months years was enough to make me giggle. They deserved each other. I rolled my eyes and downed my sixth shot of Firewhisky. 

The fact that my ex and some girl were writhing around feet away from me really did not bother me in the slightest. No matter the rumors circulating the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw common rooms (and likely the Hufflepuff and Slytherin ones as well) I had dumped Ben in no uncertain terms two weeks ago, after I caught him cheating on me with Padma. It wasn’t a dramatic break-up or anything - that is, until Ben started freaking out, yelling at me and saying I was breaking up with him because I was cheating on him and had feelings for someone else. Admittedly, he was right - partially, at least. I did have feelings for someone else. In fact, the whole reason I had agreed to go out with Ben in the first place was to get over my feelings. After all, who wants to admit they have feelings for their best friend? But I wasn’t about to tell Ben or anyone else that. After we broke up, Ben got a little scary. I mean, they were times in our relationship where he would scare me a little, but not like this. He would yell at other boys who tried to flirt with me, and put his arm around me like we were still dating. So I had been avoiding him for two weeks. But tonight I was not in the mood. 

I caught sight of my red-headed best friend across the room, and ran towards him, tripping over one of the couches that had been pushed out of the way. I tried to push myself off the floor and fell back down again, laughing. I felt a pair of strong arms pull me up off the floor, laughing with me. 

“What are you laughing at,” I said smiling into George Weasley’s eyes. He laughed back at me. 

“You mostly,” he said, grabbing my hand and swinging it around.“And that,” he added, nodding his head towards the center of the dance floor, where Fred and Angelina Johnson were stumbling around on top of a table, singing a very loud and off-key rendition of ABBA’s Dancing Queen. “I swear, if Fred becomes any more of a lightweight.” I laughed at the scene, but stopped quickly when I saw Ben glaring at us from by the fire place. I looked away and tried let go of George’s hand. He grabbed on tighter and lifted our joined hands to wave at Ben with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Stop that!” I said, slapping his chest and laughing. 

“Why?” he said, smiling down at me. “It’s not my fault he was stupid enough to lose you.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Come on,” he said, pulling me to the dance floor. “You can’t let Ben dictate your life. There’s nothing to be afraid of.” 

“It’s not me I’m scared for,” I said, rolling my eyes again as he twirled me around. But I couldn’t help feeling at ease with George. He was my best friend after all. Your best friend that you’re in love with, my brain said. “And that’s my cue,” I said, pulling away and nodding my head to Ben’s advancing figure. 

“Nope,” he said, yanking me back onto the dance floor. “You’ve worked so hard this year, you just finished your last O.W.L., and you undoubtedly got Outstandings on all of them. You deserve a break, and this fucking cheater isn’t going to mess it up.” I snapped my head up to look at his face, which was glaring at Ben. George wasn’t really one to curse when it came to serious matters. He also wasn’t normally hotheaded or this easily angered. 

“George, calm down,” I said, putting my hand back on his chest. “Listen, there’s nothing we can do about it anytime soon and besides-” 

“Actually there is something we could do,” he interrupted, and he leaned down and kissed me. My brain went into overload, and he pulled away before I could even comprehend what had was happening. George Weasley, my best friend who I’ve been in love with for two years, just kissed me. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to process what had just happened as Ben had finally reached us, looking furious. 

“Weasley,” he spat, his face red. “What the fuck are you doing kissing my girl.” 

“Well for one thing,” George said, sliding his arm around my waist. “She isn’t your ‘girl’ anymore.” 

“Well she-” Ben started to say, but was cut off by George. 

“And for another thing, she’s my girlfriend,” he said calmly. I made a squeaky sound in the back of my throat, which was ignored by the two boys glaring daggers at each other. Suddenly, Ben swiveled on me. 

“I fucking knew it. I knew you had feelings for Weasley. I knew you were seeing him behind my back.” Those words hit me like a slap. I didn’t do a thing.

“I wasn’t the one who cheated, Ben. You destroyed our relationship all on your own. Well, you and Padma Patil,” I said, smiling when I heard George snort. 

“Y/N’s finally in a place where she’s happy, and not even you can screw it up,” George said. “So if you don’t mind McLaggen, we’ll be going.” George pulled me with him as we left the dance floor. My outburst was over, and I let the alcohol wash back over me and my thoughts consume me as George pulled me up the stairs towards the fifth year boy’s dormitory. What the hell just happened? Why did George kiss me? Why did he say we were dating? To say I was confused was an understatement. 

“George what are we doing?” I asked as he opened the dormitory door. “We’re-well bloody hell,” he said, laughing. I peered around him to see Fred and Angelina making out on Fred’s bed, and laughed along with George. 

“Piss off George,” Fred said, pulling away from Angelina. He raised his eyebrows when he saw me standing behind George. 

“What are you lovebirds doing up here anyway?” Angelina said, smirking. Fred’s eyes glinted mischievously. 

“Did you finally do it mate? Are you guys-” 

“Yes, we are fake boyfriend and girlfriend,” George said with an edge to his voice. “I told you we were gonna have to do something if it got worse, and McLaggen was being a real dick tonight. Anyways,” he said turning to me. “This room is clearly occupied, so we’ll just go to our usual spot.” I nodded and let George usher me out of the room. 

“Georgie just tell her -” Fred began saying, getting cut off by George slamming the door. Our “usual spot” was the top of the Astronomy Tower. We would just sit and talk and look at the stars for hours. Tonight, instead of joking and talking like normal, the walk there was silent. 

“What the hell was that?” I asked George as soon as we got there. He patted the spot next to him, but I shook my head and walked away. 

“What do you mean?” he asked. “I was helping.” 

“I didn’t need your help. You just went and made things worse for yourself,” I said. “Besides, it’s a little fucking extreme to pretend to be my boyfriend, is it not?” I spat, angrily. 

“You know what Y/N,” he said quietly, looking up at me. “I don’t care if it’s extreme. I don’t care about any of it. Because I am not going to risk you getting hurt.” 

“Did it not occur to you that I already am getting hurt,” I said quietly, tears in my eyes. 

“And did it not occur to you,” he said in an even quieter voice. “That I am too? That ever time I saw you with him it killed me? That my heart broke when he made you laugh, or when he made you cry? Did you know that I almost sent him to Madam Pomfrey when he cheated on you? Fred had to stop me from beating the shit out of him. I was thinking, how could someone ever be so stupid as to let you go. Then I realized that I did the same thing. I let you go the moment I let someone else ask you out before me.” It was quiet after he finished talking. I didn’t know what to say. There were no words for that moment. So I sat down, took his hand and squeezed it. Then I turned my head and kissed him. I put all of my emotion into the kiss, everything I hadn’t been able to say. “That was some kiss for two people who are fake dating,” he said grinning his trade mark Weasley smile. 

“You know what Weasley?” I said, pulling back. “I waited two years for this, so don’t you dare ruin this moment. 

Hi guys! Here’s 80 (+1) mostly fluffy one-sentence prompts! Please, please send requests for me to write (especially Fred and George)!!

“you can’t be in here!” 

“your face is blurry”

“are you fucking kidding me?”

“get out I’m naked!”

“are you sure you wanna do this?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea”

“are you as dumb as you look?”

“this is the opposite of what we are supposed to do”

“how much did you drink?”

“wanna play?”

“we’re practically related!”

“yeah well, if you weren’t so drunk, maybe I would”

“that’s not even fair”

“that was the dumbest thing you've ever done”

“what are you, scared?”

“I dare you”

“is that a challenge?”

“just do it”

“I blame you”

“you're an idiot”

“please? I don’t want to go alone”

“I want to strangle you”

“I didn’t know that was an option”

“anyone but him”

“just go with it”

“yes we are fake boyfriend and girlfriend”

“I do hate you”

“can i kiss u?”

“I don’t like you”

“you're an asshole”

“give me my beer or else”

“why do you only talk to me when you’re drunk?”

“how's the hangover?”

“truth or dare?”

“get the fuck away from her”

“you’re the reason I’m such as mess”

“why me?”

“It’s only ever been you”

“I’m fine”

“she’s missing, not dead”

“I never lose”

“this was new”

“I kinda wanted ice cream”

“It just...hurts”

“make the pain go away”

“this is your fault”

“there is tomato sauce in my hair”

“nice try”

“I’m down for the chase”

“wow I’m so hurt”

“the door is locked”

“I’ll take care of you”

“I hate him I swear”

“you’re so gonna lose”

“you really don’t remember me?”

"get in the closet”

“what are you doing in my bed”

“you did not just hit me with a snowball”

“you really wanna play this game?”

“what are you doing up here?”

“how did you know that?”

“just when i thought things couldn’t get any worse”

“detention?”

“are you kidding me?”

“It’s nothing”

“we can’t choose our parents”

“you lose”

“shit when did you get hot?”

“i will win you over”

“you are very drunk”

“why are you in the boy’s bathroom?”

“you like him, don’t you”

“shhh its a secret”

“I’ll beat your ass”

“wanna bet?”

“I didn’t mean to set it on fire”

“I’m stuck”

“she’s unconscious”

“I can’t believe you did that”

“fuck it, let’s just get drunk”