gutsnpussy

she/her

[therosyrat]

we need more sweet slytherin representation

i feel like all the depictions of slytherin ocs or slytherin! readers are like these super confident, sarcastic baddies and as a fellow slytherin i do not feel represented 😭😭

im quiet, i like to think im quite kind, im terrible at witty comebacks, a self proclaimed loser, and i would absolutely kick malfoy in the nuts if i saw him being a purist prick to anyone

[waiflikehorror]

This video has done irreparable damage to me the way i need him is medical he’s so sweet

[yoolaa]

[gutsnpussy]

love (and) potions.

george weasley x mudblood, slytherin reader

warnings: fluff!! not that long, one use of y/n, reader is lonely and sort of anxious, and i wrote fred to be a little mean, sorry to all the fred girlies.

summary: you're bad at potions. a certain ginger twin offers to help.

notes: this might be part one of something more, if you guys like it. i don't know if my writing is any good because i just recently started again, so comment if i should change anything and if you want me to continue with part two! also, don't mind grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. not proofread! enjoy!

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if someone were to ask you which class to erase from reality, you would choose potions. potions has made you cry more than all the other classes you have combined. mostly because of your professor.

severus snape.

the sight of him was enough to make the hairs on your back stand up. there was no one else at this school that made that happen, except maybe dumbledore, but that was from respect, as opposed to fear. with snape, it was just fear. one time, your first year, he had yelled at you for exiting a classroom before letting him get by first. it was strange. apparently, he never yelled. he was more known for being very... quick and insulting.

but at you - he had yelled. and your classmates had laughed and you had wanted to sink into the ground. and since then you absolutely hated potions.

that moment is still etched into your brain, especially right now, as you try to steady a trembling hand waving your wand to stir the cauldron in front of you. you were presenting to the class, to try and get a good mark, because to get a good mark from potions was a miracle task for you. you sigh as you stop stirring for a moment, moving to the small bowl of crushed up mistletoe berries that you prepared earlier.

"and now we add the mistletoe berries." you say, but only loud enough for snape to hear. you try to imagine nobody else is in the room, because thinking about all of your terrifyingly judgy peers watching you do this as well would make your hands shake even more.

once the berries are inside, you stir again. but something is wrong. the potion was supposed to turn a dark green. instead, it seemed... brown. you stir more and your eyebrows furrow. but before you can question anything else, the potion starts to thicken and rise and bubble and you're barely quick enough to grab the lid and close the cauldron shut. you breathe quickly, looking up at snape who's impression is... indifferent. but just then you hear something.

a snort. you look at the source. it was fred weasley, of course. who was now covering his mouth to silent loud laughs. his twin brother george also let out a huff of amusement. and they, of course, started a chain reaction. soon the whole class erupted with barely silenced laughs, giggles and whispers.

your hands got a little sweaty. your chest suddenly felt tighter and your vision blurrier. just don't cry, you tell yourself when you look at snape again. he still looks the same, only this time his eyebrow is raised.

"professor, i'm so sorry. if i can try again-"

"try again?" snape repeated, loudly. everyone went quiet. it wasn't usual for snape to talk this loud. once again, he had yelled at you. this is just like that one time...

"you can't prepare one of the easiest potions correctly and you expect me to let you try again... think better next time, and don't waste my classes with trying again." he spoke. not yelled, but his tone was still a lot harsher than it usually was, even when he was scolding someone.

you nodded fastly at him and began to clean up the mess you made. you tried your hardest not to cry, but the tears just ran down your cheeks anyway. it was embarrassing, but you were no stranger to crying in potions, and you hoped no one was looking at you anymore, since snape already started explaining to the class what you did wrong. you didn't listen much, but it was something about not crushing up the right amount of berries. of course it was a stupid thing like that.

snape hates you. you know that. despite being slytherins head of house... your head of house, he singled you out. ever since he yelled at you in year one you knew he did. some of the hufflepuff girls you study with said they think it's because you're a mudblood. well, they didn't say it like that, but they might as well have had.

it may be the reason. but you also think (and fear) it's just because he sees through you. he can see you don't belong. not just in slytherin, but in hogwarts. he can see you can't do potions and he probably knows that you can't really do anything else properly and that you don't belong here. you belong somewhere in the muggle world, in a muggle school with a muggle life, just like your parents.

you look up and behind the man, and see everyone still looking at you. amazing. most look embarrassed for you, but only some look sympathetic. that doesn't surprise you.

george weasley seems to be in the fewer group. despite his twin brother having to try his damned harderst to not point and laugh, he... doesn't look like he wants to laugh along anymore. there's a certain sadness in his eyes. but you look down again. it's probably only pity.

it's friday. just get through this class and then it's the weekend. calm down.

-

saturday does... not come quick. the embarrassment from potions makes time seem a lot slower. but it does come, eventually. and you like saturday. it's the only day you have real peace. friday is not real peace, because you still have classes, and sunday is pure chaos that you basically study your whole way through almost every week. saturday was just... peace. but it was also a bore. and a... mental challenge. because you were alone. you weren't studying with the hufflepuff girls, nor hanging out with them as you usually do during the week. you don't know if they really saw you as a friend, but you hoped so, because you didn't have many of them here. and you liked hanging out with them. they sometimes made that feeling that you sort of always have somewhere in your mind, that you don't belong, disappear. even if only for a moment.

it's spring. so the weather is nice. nice enough to only wear a hoodie and sweatpants as you sit outside. that was another reason to love saturday. you got to ditch your robes and finally wear something comfortable. so you sit at the edge of the courtyard on a bench, reading a book you had read three times before. you also brought another one with you, in case one starts to bore you, but that never seems to happen. in fact, you still found new stuff to underline with your pencil.

"hey." you hear from somewhere close enough to make your head turn up. and it sure surprises you.

it's a weasley twin. you have to narrow your gaze to figure out which one...

george. it's george weasley. you know it's him because of the shape of his face. it's less square than his brothers.

you take a quick look behind you to see if he was talking to somebody else, but he wasn't. he was talking to you. and looking at you, which was uncomfortable.

"you okay?" he asked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "after that... fiasco in potions yesterday." you almost roll your eyes. you hate that he had reminded you of it. "i'm fine." you replied quickly to get rid of that thought as soon as possible. he nodded. and then he sat down next to you, which made you look at him again, confused.

"why are you alone?"

you hated that question as well. so you sighed.

"why are you alone?" great response, you pat yourself on the back internally for that. and honestly, it was the more interesting question. you're alone most of the time, and him? you haven't seen him alone probably since he got off the train at hogsmeade for the first time.

he grins, turning his head, looking to the side for a moment.

he grinned. it wasn't anything unusual but it was a strange feeling to be the reason someone like him grinned.

"fred is with his girlfriend and lee has gone missing." he replied playfully. and you want to smile at his tone but refrain.

"fred has a girlfriend?" you ask as you pretend to be jotting down a serious note at the top of a page in your book, when really you're only copying words you see in the first sentence. it was just a way to get out of making eye contact with him.

meanwhile, george nods. "yeah. why, were you looking to snatch him up yourself?" he grinned again. you couldn't help but scoff. "no." you replied simply. fred was very... smug. a lot more smug than george. you had made that observation in your second year, when they had both pulled a prank on you. well, it was intended to be for any slytherin, so, of course, you were the one to walk into it first. it, being a glitter bomb near the slytherin common room. you stepped on it and it exploded with colorful glitter, mostly over your shoes and pants, but you still found glitter in your hair months after it happened. but the prank earned laughs from only one twin. since george noticed that the casing of the glitter bomb had been unstable and exploded along with the glitter, a piece hitting you in the face. you were lucky it missed your eye, but still, it made you lose balance and fall down. and george had immediately ran to you and began apologising and helping you up. fred didn't notice, and apologised a few days later in a class you had together, basically only after having been forced by his brother to do so. george had looked at you with slight remorse ever since.

"sorry for him, too. he tends to laugh." george said after a moment, stretching his legs and crossing them while resting his elbow on the bench back rest.

"yeah, i noticed." you say with a quiet sigh, closing your book, leaving the pencil inside to know where you finished. you can feel georges gaze get softer, even though you don't see it.

"seriously though, you okay? you didn't look... well, in class." he asks again. you sigh again. "i'm fine." you look up at him and see him looking at you. looking at you. it makes your shoulders stiffen a bit. "snape just hates me." you try to reassure.

george nods. "why though?" he scrunched his nose.

you shake your head and shrug. "i'm bad at potions." you say simply instead of telling him what you really think - that snape hates you because he can somehow tell you're not good enough at anything.

"yeah." george says and grins again, looking ahead. for a moment you don't register that, but then you give him an offended look.

your eyes meet again. "what? you are." he laughs and moves just a tiny bit closer. you scoff again, hoping that it isn't obvious that his proximity makes you a little more nervous then before.

"listen, i can help you." he said, voice soft. you look at him. it's so strange that he's talking to you this way. that he's even talking to you. "hm?" is the only way you're able to react.

"honestly... i'm quite good at potions. fred and i mix up a ton of them for uh..." he pauses and you raise an eyebrow. "a special project." well that sounds ominous.

"you don't plan on poisoning anyone, do you?" you ask and he laughs. you must admit making a funny guy like him laugh makes you feel kinda fuzzy inside. "only mildly." he replies, and this time you let yourself smile a little bit, looking down at the book in your lap.

"you really think i can be helped?" you ask him, looking up again. your tone was playful but the question was serious. "oh yeah." he nods and purses his lips. "yesterday you were doing really well. i think you would have made the potion correctly if you weren't nervous... people make mistakes when they're being too cautious, you know?" he goes on, and you hum. you guess he's right. and him telling you you were doing well also makes you fuzzy. even though it's probably just a white lie, it feels nice to hear it.

"i'll um... i'll think about it." you say and he smiles. "i'll take that as a definite yes... and it's free of charge. might finally make that glitter bomb up to you." he said.

"please, that was ages ago." you dismiss, hoping he didn't notice the way you had to breathe in at the fact that he still remembered that.

"well, i still feel bad for it. it must've hurt. and you looked like you were already having a bad day." he said and you went quiet. because that was an observation you weren't expecting him to remember for so long. and it felt strange. strange but... nice.

"so... first lesson is tomorrow at six. i'll pick you up near your common room." he declared, standing up and smiling at you. "till then, y/n." before you could be polite and say something back, he was strutting across the courtyard, moving towards some other boys that greeted him with grins and fist bumps.

well, that was confusing. and... nice. yeah. he was nice to you. and you're not sure what the motive behind that was, but you're certain it will keep you up at night.

and, he knew your name.

maybe sunday wasn't going to be so bad this week...

[gutsnpussy]

i told you.

george weasley x reader

warnings: smut!! (but also not too graphic) almost caught in the act. this is my first time writing smut, so sorry if it's awkward, and it's actually my first time writing in a while. ending is a bit rushed. not proofread!

summary: you try to get a little spontaneous to spice things up. if it worked is up to interpretation. lol.

notes: just so you know this is not what i was talking about in my previous post. plus, please let me know if i could improve anything!

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today was a nice day. the weather was nice. the shop wasn't too busy. and you are spending time with george, both in the kitchen of the apartment you share with fred and his girlfriend angelina, preparing some stuff for a soup that he had an appetite for since lunch.

yet, you can't stop thinking about a particular conversation you had with your friend laura. you met her at your lunch break, you almost always do, since hers is at the exact same time as yours. she had talked to you about her husband, adam. you are both the same age, and have been in a relationship for around the same amount of time, so it had surprised you when she told you about the great, torrid sex she had just the day before.

you laughed at first, but when she continued with a grin on her face you knew she wasn't bluffing. and just like that - you've been thinking about it all day.

you can't even really place when you and george last had sex. you can remember it, sure, and it was nice, but nothing... special. not spontaneous. not to mention it was at least a month ago, maybe more.

you looked at him as he cut vegetables, a peaceful expression on his face. for once he didn't look stressed, but calm. you looked at his hands, gently handling the potato in his left one as well as the knife in his right as he cut it into small pieces. you imagined him touching you the way laura had explained her husband did, but quickly stopped, feeling a bit shameful. you shouldn't be thinking like that. george makes you feel really good during sex.

...but, of course, no one can read thoughts. at least not in your household. so, they quickly spiral again, your mind completely occupied as you stare at him. his shoulders, waist, biceps only slightly peaking out of the sleeves of the t-shirt he had changed into after coming home.

it didn't take long for him to notice. it usually doesn't, but it was particularly suspicious that you had abandoned all that you were doing and just looking at him. his eyes lifted to you for a second, dropping back down as he set aside the knife and then gave you another look, this time with furrowed eyebrows. "what?" he asked softly but obviously confused, resting himself against the counter by his hands.

"nothing." you were quick to say while shaking your head, going back to cutting the celery that you had almost forgotten was in front of you. georges eyes narrowed.

"yeah right... what?" he asked again, this time with a small sigh in between. you looked up, your own brows bent as you shook your head again. you looked back down and had to fight a smirk for just a second before you pressed it down.

george had thought for a second that something was wrong, but as soon as he saw you almost smirk a grin broke out on his face. "what??" he asked again, this time almost playful. you looked at him and now couldn't help but smile. but it wasn't just a happy, or playful one. it was downright mischievous. georges expression changed for about a fifth time now, a look of surprise momentarily overtaking, but that grin didn't leave his face since it got there.

"if i have to say what one more time, i might murder you." he joked lowly, leaning a bit closer to you. you rolled your eyes, but your smile too seemed unwipeable. you took one step further, dropping your knife gently as well as you sighed. and after a second, you just went for it.

"do you want to have sex?"

georges face fell. eyes a bit wide with surprise and ears turning a bit red. you felt a little embarrassed, but also not quite. your heart was racing as you waited for an answer. the smile hadn't left your face. you honestly don't know why you're suddenly so confident.

"right now?" he mumbled, straightening up his back, shoulders firm. you nod. "yeah. and right here." that felt silly, but you had to say it.

"in the kitchen?" he raised one brow. "yes. in the kitchen, honey." you said and then, you had once again taken advantage of that newfound confidence as you leaned back against the small kitchen island, hands on the counter as you hopped up to sit on it, smiling.

for a second george just observed. before he smirked back at you. this was hot. and he was beginning to feel it. so he slowly made his way to you.

"what if fred and angelina come home?" he asked. ah yes, you'd honestly forgotten about the pair. they went on a dinner date after work.

"well, they'll certainly have a show..." you joked and wrapped your arms around his shoulders when he was finally close enough, standing between your slightly spread legs. he laughed once and shook his head at you while placing one hand on your waist, the other pulling hair behind your ear before resting on your cheek as he kissed you, softly, but with a lot of tongue. you kissed for a while and his hands travelled. down your back then up again, grazing your neck before moving them up and down your sides. you hummed gently against his lips. you had been thinking about this all day and it was finally happening. this felt like victory.

but then he pulled away, still smirking. "listen, i very much want to make love to you, darling, but i really think we should take this to the bedroom-"

"george if you don't take me on this counter right now, i swear to merlin we won't do it tonight."

his eyebrows shot up at that, eyes widening again. the smirk has fallen. but one begins to grow on your face. "what, too rough?"

he smiled, mischief behind his eyes. "no, i liked that." he muttered before grabbing your hips and pulling you forward which made you gasp a little bit. but you couldn't react too much as he was already kissing you, still a lot of tongue but this time hungrier. on both ends. he kissed you harder when you leaned into him, moaning just a little.

one of his hands moved to your inner thigh - luckily, you had worn a dress today. and luckily, you hadn't changed out of it yet. you spread your legs wider when you felt it, and threw your head back when you felt him move his kisses down your neck. he moved down to you collar bone and then pulled away, spreading your legs slightly further, leaning down and bending one leg, but you stopped him quickly with a disapproving hum. he looked up, eyes wide, waiting for you to speak your mind.

"not today, alright? just fuck me." you said and once again he seemed a little surprised. but he straightened up and just smirked at you. "you sure? you know i don't mind doing it-"

"yes, i know, but i just need you to..." you sighed and pulled him closer, reaching down to pull his sweats down.

"woah, alright, alright. needy girl." he teased and you won't admit it, but you almost melted at that. he moved and kissed you again, even harder as he helped you with his pants, pulling down his boxers as well.

he was already hard, but got even harder when you touched him. he hummed and pulled away from the kiss, a laugh leaving his lips. "mmm." he closed his eyes and leaned his head back as you stroke him gently. passion filled your eyes every time he reacted this way to you.

he blinked his eyes open and smiled at you. he kissed your cheek and lips and neck and then pulled you closer, reaching under the skirt of your dress and pulling your underwear down until it fell down to the floor. you hummed with a smile before pulling your hand away from him and letting him pull you close and suddenly...

you heard the keys. you both stop, eyes wide open. for a moment you just look at each other, and when you hear the door open you move quickly - george moves away, pulling up his sweatpants and underwear as you hop off the counter and grab your underwear from the ground, quickly pulling it up.

and then, the second tall ginger walks into the kitchen, hand in hand with his girlfriend.

you and george both lean against the island like idiots, breathing heavily. your heart is beating fast as you look at george. the man looks terrified.

fred and angelina immediately look confused, both looking from one of you to the other.

"oh hey you two. cooking?" fred hummed.

you laugh, covering your mouth as soon as you realize it was possibly too loud. george gives you a look. unlike his girlfriend, fred smirks knowingly. "make sure the kitchen is clean when you're done." he says while gently leading angelina to the next room, but not before winking at george.

you look at each other as soon as they're out the room. and you immediately laugh again. george picks up a piece of potato and throws it at you.

"i told you this would happen."

[gutsnpussy]

what if i made a george weasley x mudblood slytherin reader story (she/her)? would anyone read it?

[achillesinhighheels]

[achillesinhighheels]

[xalabyrinth]

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