thank you to everyone who sent in a request! here’s the full list of all the completed blurbs! figured it’ll be less messy this way! happy reading ✨
🌼88 dandelions celebration 🥳[lil’ blurbs to celebrate 88 dandelions (followers)] celebration post // tagged posts under “dandelions: 88”
“you’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.” + “you’re so comfy, and cuddle-able.” [here]
“i can’t get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.” [here]
“i would’ve had breakfast ready but you were sleeping on my arm and i didn’t want to wake you.” [here] x husband!fred (modern!au)
“you’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?” + “no, like… it’s just, i can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.” + “half the time i get too embarrassed to say anything.” [here]
“you don’t need to leave so soon.” [here]
“wanna, like - i mean, if you’re not busy…we could get lunch? or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” [here] coffeeshop!fred (modern!au)
“you’re the biggest inspiration for this, honestly.” [here]
“i’m bad at texting first, so i hope you will.” [here]
“i remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” [here]
“aw, you’re blushing like a rose.” + “your lips are really warm.” [here] x prince!fred x maiden!y/n [royal!au]
“i like the way your hand fits in mine.” + “could you hold my hand?” [here]
“i know i’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” + “wait! don’t pull away...not yet.” [here]
“you can call me whenever you want… even if you don’t have a reason to.” + “how do you always manage to look so captivating?” [here] x knight!fred x princess!y/n (royal!au)
“quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” + “you make me so happy.” [here]
"you can't leave without Letting me hug you first.” + "you look so comfy and cuddl-able." [here] x husband!fred (modern!au)
“i really love holding you, darling.” + “wait, don’t pull away, not yet…” [here]
“no, mom, don’t tell him/her i said that about him/her!” + “how do you always manage to look so captivating?” [here]
"i'm so in love with him/her, i don't know what to do." + "no, mum, don't tell him/her i said that about him/her!" [here] x shy!fred
“no, it’s fine. i can wait until you’ve done talking to them.” + “i look forward to holding you close in bed soon.” [here]
“are you sugar personified or something?” (ok i didn’t write out the actual line but the plot requested for this oops) [here] x husband!fred
“i remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” + “half the time i get too embarrassed to say anything.” + “i wanted to say “i love you” for the first time without stuttering, but that failed.” [here] x shy!fred
“wow, i didn’t think you could make me smile this big.” + “let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.” [here] x shy!reader
“quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” [here] x hispanic!reader
"let's share my coat, since you're so cold" + "are you sugar personified or something" [here] x college!fred (modern!au)
this is for this request below! by @fluffycookies22
(after some clarification, here it is!) :D
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that." // fred weasley x hispanic!reader 🌸
fred found the little things about you fascinating. those things, in particular, revolved around how you were bilingual. although sometimes fred already thinks that you’re far eloquent than he was, you just had to be good in another language.
really, saving none for the rest, eh?
he notices how you’d sometimes mutter the words out in spanish, before translating them into english. how whenever you get excited speaking to a friend of the same mother tongue, already speeding off animatedly and fred always watches and listens in admiration. there was just something special about the language, more so coming from you. as if you could make anything sound like a blessing, be it spanish, or english, fred was enchanted.
which is why when you’re mumbling the words in spanish as you read off the book in your hands, fred stops stroking your head. that automatically grants you a soft huff of oye, which he recognizes as hey.... he grins, smirking at the attention he receives from you the moment he stops his hand movement on your head. it was a nice day out to read under the sun, there weren’t many people out - who could refuse such a perfect combination? especially when fred has you to himself, alongside reading a book together? (the two of you, of course, assumed the position of leaning against the tree; you in front of fred and a book in possession, him, the same)
he wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.
well, except... maybe trying to understand the language you speak.
he snorts when you reach for his hand (the one stroking your head earlier) and you guide it back to your head, huffing at him. he coos your name lovingly, before resuming what he had stopped, staring at you blatantly with eyes glued onto you. that seems to set your eyes back on him, unable to focus on your book.
“q-quit staring at me,” you breathe, a hand reaching to hit his thigh by your side, “i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that,”
he adores how blush paints your cheeks, him now feeling rather cocky, “hm? don’t get what you mean, love,”
he lets out a laugh when he hears you muttering gilipollas, which he already knows it translates to idiot. or prick, if you will.
“it’s hard to focus with you,” you mumble, and fred only sighs as he continues to look at you, refusing to look away. he’s well-aware of what you mean by messing with your words; sometimes being bilingual was a curse. it’s like you knew what it meant in this language, but what if it’s the other language? or how sometimes the words in english don’t make sense until you reach another english word, and you’re trying to translate them in your mind to make sense. you’ve gone through this with fred before, just in case you’ve said the wrong thing, it must’ve been the wrong thing because it’s not what i meant. so fred understands.
doesn’t mean he can’t have fun, though.
“not my fault i’m too charming of a boyfriend,” he wiggles his brows, and you blow a raspberry at him, “yeah yeah, hot stuff.”
“your hot stuff, or, you’re hot stuff. either one works, really,”
he snickers when you roll your eyes and close your book, leaning back against his chest and shake your head, “too confusing, cuddle me now,”
he wraps his arms around you, almost like clockwork as he tosses his book aside to cuddle you.
“yes ma’am.”
((”so, how do i say it again?”
“mi trasero pica como erupciones ardientes,”
“o-kay, will try my best!” fred quips, and he’s off to a friend who’s well-versed in spanish, spitting out the sentence you’ve just taught him. you start laughing too loud that fred can hear when you see your friend’s face contorting with confusion, asking if he needs to see madam pomfrey.
fred snaps his head back at you and squints, almost like a glare as you watch him mouth: “what on earth did you teach me to say?!”
your friend fills him in with: “you just said ‘my butt itches like burning rashes’, weasley,”
“alright, lovely day to you too - my butt is fine by the way and get back here, y/n!”))
Heyy can you write a fic for "you can't leave without Letting me hug you first" and "You look so comfy and cuddl-able" with Husband!Fred?
sure thing, sweet thing!! husband!fred is becoming a muse here, and i LOVE IT!!! HUSBAND! FRED!
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag "you can’t leave without letting me hug you first.” + “you look so comfy and cuddle-able.” // husband!fred x reader 🌸 [we’ll set this in modern!au once more!]
on certain occasions, fred was a morning person. and by that, it’s usually when it comes with his job that starts at 10AM sharp. now, on most days you’d be there with him, making breakfast together and occasionally having a morning concert to wake yourselves up for the day but today was different because unlike him, you had the day off. still, it didn’t feel the same not having him in the bed with you, so when he saunters off after waking up (of course, giving you a kiss on the forehead before he goes to get ready), you feel the emptiness in bed already waking you up.
just as fred’s done chowing down his breakfast, he hears the tell-tales of you waking up with a few thuds from the bedroom. he’s able to at least set aside your breakfast he had prepared on the island (nothing too fancy, couple of toast, eggs and some bacon but the thought alone filled your heart). he snorts at your figure slumply dragging yourself out in his oversized shirt hanging on your shoulders, lining your mid-thigh.
he shakes his head at the view, both in appreciation and adoration at how gorgeous someone can look with drool stains on their jaw, messy hair and barely open eyes.
fred tentatively steps into your arms when you spread them out, him walking out of the kitchen to meet you halfway in the living room beside his suitcase. he chuckles when you whine against his suit-clothed chest, arms snaking around his waist, “you can’t leave without letting me hug you first,” your words are muffled, but he catches all the syllables as he strokes your head, the other securing you around the waist.
“excuse me, then? what are we doing?” he retorts, looking down at your side profile as you huff, “you would’ve left if i hadn’t woken up,” you grumble, brows furrowed with your pout on display as you look up to him, chin still tucked against his chest.
“’m not gonna wake up my wife just to hug her goodbye, y’know. she deserves her rest,” he coos lovingly, and when you whine with a that’s not what we agreed on! he pacifies you with a kiss to your temple and soothes you back into his arms, well-aware that sometimes, mornings weren’t your forte but you dragged yourself out of bed just for him. wife or not, fred appreciates that a lot.
“aw, okay, okay,” he hushes you, snuggling you the best he can while standing up, “hug me as much as you want, you have exactly five and a half minutes before i have to leave,”
“m’kay,” your murmur to his clothed skin and snuggle against him, arms banding around his waist tighter. fred already ticks off the timer in his mind. once it reaches two minutes, he feels you growing weak and he sighs, carefully pulling you into his arms, easily guiding you back to the bedroom. he nudges you gently to lay down and despite your protests earlier, you’re succumbing to sleep as he tucks you back in, planting a kiss on your forehead as he uses the remaining three minutes to gaze at you lovingly.
today, morning was a little different. but as long as it had you in it, fred didn’t mind it.
Hey m! I've already said this but you write sooo good that even my hurt flutters when I read your posts. Can I request "Wow, I didn't think you could make me smile this big" & "let's share my coat, since you're so cold" with Fred perhaps and a shy reader ? Maybe a first date or whatever you want honestly, I trust your writing 💖
ur too kind please don’t do this to my iTTY BITTY HEART BUT THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH. AHHHHH that’s a huge compliment :”) thank you for trusting me and i hope you enjoy this!!! (it got a little long LOL i got a bit carried away but i hope you like it anyway! :P)
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"wow, i didn’t think you could make me smile this big.” + “let’s share my coat, since you’re so cold.” // fred weasley x shy!reader 🌸
you couldn’t, wouldn’t, and don’t think you’ll ever believe that this was happening. your day had been fine, well, normal - like any average day, really, but today? oh boy oh boy, today you had a whole thing swinging your way when quite literally the person who you’ve been crushing on silently for the longest time swung and hit you pretty hard, only to say he’ll make it up to you if you allowed him to take you on a date.
on a date.
on... a date.
so that’s how you ended up at the three broomsticks with fred weasley. said boy was sitting opposite you as the pair of you occupy a small table by the corner. it’s secluded, yet, you feel like you could see everyone from here and most importantly, freddie. see, deep down in your heart, you have some sort of attraction to this ginger haired boy. but you weren’t too sure if he felt the same way you did.
so of course, in the midst of dinner, after the initial few conversations of small talk that shifts into ones beneath the surface level, fred can sense you have something to ask when you grow silent. the different kind of silent he wasn’t used to. “got a question there, love?” he grins, putting down his mug and lets the butterbeer gulp down his throat before he leans forward, wiggling his brows. you swallow the lump in your throat, clearing it to ask softly: “say... why’d you, why this?”
he squints his eyes at you, “not quite sure i follow, y/l/n,”
your mouth opens to respond, only to close when you’re uncertain of what to say or how to ask him this. hey, why would you like someone like me? or why’d you ask me out on a date? isn’t something that you could easily slip across without them having the misperception. you heave out a deep breath and decide to just be honest - as if, you hadn’t been with him all this while.
“i-i mean... why did you ask me out on a date, weasley?”
his face does this thing where he looks rather confused but so, so adorable at the same time. how his brows furrow and his nose scrunches as he lean back a little at your question. to which he digests it and leans back closer towards you despite the table being the barrier between the pair of you.
“you’re joking right?” he asks, and he doesn’t know if he wants to kiss you or laugh when you look puzzled. for someone so smart, the lightbulb above your head seems to disappear when you hadn’t put the pieces together of today’s events.
“y/n, i’ve had the massive crush on you for the longest time,” he snorts, shaking his head at his own statement, “reckon the whole bloody castle could tell by now,” when he notices your cheeks reddening, he shrugs, using his eyes to point at you, “well, guess not everyone, then,”
at your silence, he reaches out to mess with your hair playfully, the affectionate gesture renders you speechless once more.
“i’m guessing you have no idea how i fell off the broom directly in front of you either, eh? or how george miraculously made everyone disappear just so i could have a moment with you?” he raises a brow, and you shake your head slowly, still not processing his words even though you understood him perfectly. your mouth opens once more, this time, a soft question of: “but why me? i’m-”fred cuts you off before you can say anything else”-bloody perfect, you are,” he finishes your sentence, his warm smile ebbing away your worries that tries to fill your system, washing away at the sight of his smile.
“i really do fancy you, y/n. a lot more than you think. it’s only our first date, wouldn’t want to scare you off with my deep and longing confession so, we’ll save it for next time, if that’s okay?” fred sees that at least you’ve managed to grasp his intentions now. how considerate he’s being to let you enjoy this moment without being bombarded with information but you were rather curious to when... when his crush started. maybe it was the same time as you, earlier? before you? you can’t think anymore when fred reaches across and carefully places his hand atop of yours, halting your thoughts from penetrating your mind further.
what he’s doing is working when you flip your hand over and allow him to hold onto your hand. the act alone is making you smile, the blush remaining on your cheeks and as you gaze back up, fred’s adoring the view.
“wow, i didn’t think you’d be able to make me smile this big,” he sighs, almost dream-like that it’s making you chuckle, shaking your head at him, “cheeky,”
“just the way you like it, i reckon,” he pokes his tongue at you and as shy as you were, your shell starts to shift off just a little - allowing fred to see another side of you that he’s grateful you’re showing when you respond with: “yeah, i do.” your hand squeezes his, and fred feels like he’s about to float up to heaven, “i really do.”
((”feelin’ a little cold there, love?” fred asks as the pair of you head your way back towards the dorms and you only give a meek nod. he peels his hand from yours that had been in his coat pocket, grinning at you as he makes quick work to remove his coat. he effortlessly swings it over your shoulder and his, having a coat big enough to cover the pair of you and his hand naturally reaches for your own, almost startling you but... not in a bad way.
his toothy grin comes into view as he tugs you to follow his walking and you blink a couple of times and walk alongside him. he chuckles when you’re silent, trying to look elsewhere despite being so close to him. what fred loves is that you’re not pushing him away, much like how you would to others at the thought of being physically near someone.
a thought pops into fred’s mind that he’s not just anyone to you, much like how you’re not just anyone to him. that allows fred to smile to himself and squeeze your hand, basking in the silence and in your presence, along with the reminder from time to time when you rub circles on his thumb as your hands remain intertwined.
first date: blew his heart out of the park, without you even trying.))
Hi hiii! Congratulations on 88 (and now more😉☺️) dandelions🌼🌼🌼!! Your writing always makes me so happy and like, melt in a puddle sort of way ya know? Could I request a blurb for
“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” And “Wait! don’t pull away...Not yet” and use any AU! you want! It’ll be great any way💓, thank you!!
ahhh thank you so much lovely!! :”) it’s insane AJSDHJAKSHJKASHDHAS thank you so much you kind soul!!! AHHHHHHHHH ur going to ruin me :< FLUFF IS MY WEAKNESS AND THIS COMBO IS. DEADLY. BUT THANK YOU I SHALL PAIR THIS WITH GOOD OL’ REGULAR FREDDIE BECAUSE.... ME SOFT
“i know i’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” + “wait! don’t pull away... not yet.” // fred weasley x reader
fred loves to kiss you. that’s all there is to it to that statement, really. of course, he loves everything about you, but one thing he absolutely adores doing, is kissing you. how you succumb to his touch when he cups your cheek and pulls you in closer. if you’re standing, you’d grow weak against him and it feels like he’s turning you into putty as he holds you up. if you’re sitting, even better, he gradually pulls you to shift over his lap or he lays you down.
today was somewhere along those lines when he has you all to himself in his dorm. what started with an impromptu study session, soon morphs into something else when fred starts to get distracted with the way your lips pursue in trying to properly digest what you’re reading, and writing them down as you go. however, you start to read into something else when you take a side glance to fred and he’s already staring.
when you offered to help him with his little problem, he doesn’t hesitate to say yes please and pulls you into a kiss...es. a couple of kisses too many and it’s making you dizzy and lightheaded - all in good pleasure when he hums against your lips, drawing out sweet, sweet mewls that he gladly swallows and all of a sudden it feels like you’re too far away. he shifts back in his seat, enticing you to follow his lips as he doesn’t pull away - only for a split second as he pulls you onto his lap. joining him on his seat, fred bands an arm around you, his other hand coming up to secure your face a mere inch away from his for him to keep kissing you.
there was just something right about this. his lips on yours, warmth brewing on the inside and fire trails on the outside as your fingertips grace his skin; one hand crawling up to grip him by his biceps over his white button up shirt and the other running through his fiery locks. he groans when you shift on top of him, brushing over somewhere that feels a bit to constrained for his liking but he doesn’t act upon that now.
fred loves, loves to make it worthwhile.
he huffs when you try to pull away, to get a breather and you chuckle breathlessly as he doesn’t give up, still trying to place small pecks on your lips, jaw, down to your neck over your exposed skin but ultimately comes back up for your lips. “freddie, ‘m gonna suffocate like this,” you half-whisper, half-scold him, your hand squeezing his arm and the other rests by the nape of his neck. he sighs and shakes his head at you, pulling back just enough to frown at you, “it’s not my fault you’re so kissable,” his hand on your cheek slides down so his thumb can trace over your bottom lip - red and swollen from the kissing and he gapes at it like he’s in some sort of trance, “i know i’ve kissed you like, ten times,” you’re about to retort but when he’s already leaning in, he swallows your words with his own - “but... another ten, please,” - and then with his lips.
you can’t even say no when really, as much as fred loves kissing you, you love kissing him just as much. how he grows weak when your lips touch, his smile etched to your lips that ebb away into moans as his lips part for you. his hands would want to touch you, feel you and most importantly, keep you as close to him as possible. arm’s length away would be deemed too far and if possible - like now - straddling on his lap with your thighs casing him in is where fred belongs, where you belong.
your lungs are starting to give out at the intensity he’s kissing you and you have to stop him with both hands on his shoulders, gently nudging him - “p-please, freddie, just a second,” you laugh weakly at the lack of air in your lungs and he groans, burying his face in your neck as both of his arms knot behind your back, “y/n...” he muffles his disapproval against your skin (though, it’s all in good fun. fred knows when you’re being serious), “i just love kissing you, snogging you, putting our lips together,”
you rest your cheek on his head, stroking from the top of his head down to his neck in a quiet mantra, “freddie, those are all the same thing,”
he snorts, “precisely,”
the two of you stay like that for a moment - to catch your breaths. but as much as you would love to stay like this, your assignments are still waiting by the table that - “love, ‘m gonna have to continue doing my work,” you try to ease him or rather, ease yourself out of his hold but he refuses like a child, tightening his hold around your waist, “wait! don’t pull away,” he whines, eyes clenched against your skin, “not yet...”
fred already knows you’ve given in when you don’t make any efforts to push him away, only welcoming him with arms wrapped around him and succumbing to idly being together in each other’s presence. sure, you didn’t get much done for that afternoon but, being with fred like this, your happiness meter was through the roof.
Hey can i ask for a fred one w the prompt "Quit smiling at me, I cant stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that" and "you make me so happy" and the reader and fred have a tickle fight or play fight in the burrow when no one else is there and they were playing like uno or like a video game
omg this is so soft and pure :”) sure thing, sweetpea!! i hope you enjoy this! :D
(also! merging this request [Hello can I request a fred blurb that's about him finding out that the reader is ticklish and its all fluff? I love all your fics btw! <3] together since the two are quite similar ;w;)
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” + “you make me so happy.” // fred weasley x reader 🌸
the night was supposed to be quiet in the burrow when it was just you and fred. somehow everyone’s timeline aligned for them to have plans at the same time and... well... you weren’t so keen on heading out and of course, fred loves to be with you so, he picked his side pretty quickly. as soon as dinner had been well-taken, fred drags you over to the fireplace and makeshift cuddle area. a couple of pillows alongside blankets, you couldn’t resist his efforts.
which brings you to nearly thirty minutes of you being able to do a bit of reading and fred’s not too far away (just next to you, a mere elbow reach away) trying to jot down some ideas for prank products. yet, neither of you last long when you constantly look at fred looking at you. he finally sounds his frustrations with: “quit smiling at me, will ya? you’re making it hard to concentrate,” he uses his eyes to point at his quill and parchment with a lot of crossed out words. you giggle behind your book, using a hand to run through his hair given you’re right next to him, “not my fault, you started staring first,”
“oi, that’s barely fair, who told you to be so gorgeous? of course ‘m gonna stare!” he huffs, setting his quill down and crumbles the paper, “i can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that!”
“you realize you make no sense, right freddie?” you snort, blowing a raspberry when he tosses the paper at your face. “you know what, love? this is war,” he cracks his fingers and you try to make a run for it, tossing your book mindlessly onto the floor and barely scrape out of his hold. he tackles you onto the rugged floor, eliciting a laugh that rumbles from your chest that turns awfully painful and hard to breathe when his fingers curl against your sides, repeatedly rendering you breathless, sucking all the air from your lungs. it’s starting to hurt when you can’t stop laughing and neither can fred when he just loves to see you smile.
your hands somehow get a hold of his shoulders and you pull him down, miraculously aligning your faces together and your lips press onto his. this grants him to stop tickling you, flattening his palms to your sides and he moans when your lips part for him to kiss you deeper. from what started in a frenzy, kissing in a haste, slowly mellows out when your heaving chests and exhales through the nose subsides. passionate and gentle lip locking soon takes over and you chuckle when fred pulls away.
he takes advantage of hovering over you, hands now crawling up to your cheeks so he can pepper kisses all over. he starts with your forehead, then to your closed eyes, over to your nose, cheeks (both sides, of course), then to your jaw, down to your neck, and starts the cycle over again until you’re giggling and painted red with blush. he decides to stop, heaving a deep sigh as he rests his forehead on yours. maybe it was the fire next to you that made you feel hot, but it could also be the overwhelming love you have for the man cocooning you in, brewing in your chest that it spreads through your veins.
fred gazes into your eyes and shakes his head, murmuring over your lips, “you make me so happy,”
you don’t answer him with words, only tugging him back down for a kiss and fred’s heart soars to the heavens. your heart meets his in sky when in between kisses, you whisper i love you, freddie and you catch each word of his sentence echoing into your ears as he makes it a point to stop kissing you just to reply: ”i love you most, y/n. so bloody much.” your heart, races faster than fred’s up into the stars, but he catches up with yours in a constellation, paired together, ethereal and glowing together with love.
"I'm bad at texting first, so I hope you will." Omg imagine Fred being introduced to muggle things by you, muggle born/half blood, and finding appreciation for muggle things like his dad
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"i’m bad at texting first, so i hope you will.” // fred weasley x reader 🌸
(let’s set... their phones to be the ones in the olden days 👁👁 like a nokia HAHAHA - where you’d need to text with those keyboards with a few letters in one button ; - ; is my age showing lol)
dating a muggle-born, meant that fred somehow had the best of both worlds. he was up to learn anything and everything that was a part of your world, wanting to be a part of it, too. though, sometimes it can get pretty confusing and difficult, fred gave it his all. a hundred and ten percent, no less. when fred is determined, he can lift up the entire world (you). he’s intelligent (sometimes too intelligent for his own good - or, using it in... not the best way) and he knows he’s capable of learning anything.
but this... texting thing, was absolutely manic.
he’d rather send owls any day and at times, howlers but texting...? using his fingers to tap out the letters? needing to do acrobats with his mind that he’d need to press numbers that actually form letters or that he was pressing the numbers a couple of times to get a certain letter? this was absurd. it took him a good hour to try to text you back the first time, and the times after that he had sped up in his typing.
still... it confused him on days end.
regardless, fred still tried... even if it means... godric, this is embarrassing-”love...” fred calls out softly, eyes glued to the way you casually pulled out your phone to reply a text within seconds before putting it away, diverting your attention back to your picnic. sometimes, having time away from magic and just... being present together meant everything to you. and fred. with that, certain dates come in a form of having a picnic at a park nearby where you lived with your parents - away from magic. perks of being a muggle-born.
“hm?” you look up to him looking down on you, feeling his arms tightening around your waist as he huffs, “how’d the bloody hell you do that?”
you look around to ponder upon what he might be on about and he shifts against the tree trunk he’s leaning against, causing small friction against your back (because guess what, fred’s an awfully good cuddler regardless of where he is). in your silence, fred fills in with his thoughts out loud.
“how do you... ‘text’ so fast? that’s ridiculous! d’you know how long i take to text you back sometimes? thirty minutes!” you know you shouldn’t be laughing, but you are when he seems to go on with this tangent, almost going red at this point, “and for what?! i manage a feeble five word sentence! it’s absolutely bonkers!”
“i’m so bad at texting,” he groans, thumping his head against the bark, “i always hope you’d text first so i’d know where to reply immediately,” he shakes his head, it’s almost as if he wasn’t even waiting for your reply, continuing to ramble on, “i’d get all giddy to reply you and then? i get ticked off because i can’t even reply you on time. bloody hell, reckon the owl would reach faster than i could tell you how much i love you over text...”
when it seems like fred’s done with his rant, you shift carefully in his hold, now straddling him and he pouts, brows furrowed as he looks at you. his hands remain by your waist despite your movements, now drawing small circles against your hipbone over the material of your dress.
“why’re you smiling like that?” he squints his eyes, only making you grin wider as you snake your arms around his neck, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead before you rest yours against his, “because, i feel so lucky that my magical, one of a kind boyfriend, puts in a lot of effort to understand things that are a part of my life and doesn’t involve magic,”
“i bet that stupid phone is actually dark magic...” he mutters under his breath and you giggle, quickly surprising him with a peck on the lips that gets him to snap out of it - finally.
“i mean it, freddie,” your smile is still evident, if not much warmer this time, “it means a lot to me, and i’m really happy you’re trying,”
“see?” he shakes his head, moving his hands to wrap around your waist to make you sit snugly atop of him as he hugs you tight. he watches how happiness fills your bones, brimming from your eyes as they form mini-like crescents that seem to dip into his heart, stealing a bit more than you already have a whole of, “with you like this, i’d learn knitting if you wanted me to,”
there’s a small pause of silence, to which fred’s mortified-”d’you really?! katie was just talking about it the other day!”
i noticed nobody has requested “I like the way your hand fits in mine.” & “Could you hold my hand?” so pls can u do one where reader is nervous and fred is willing to be there for them whatever happens. thank u sm ^^
bruhhh i was eyeing this one for the longest time!! thank yOUUUUUU for submitting this one!! awhieeee this one is so sweet, THANK YOU DARLING! hope you like this one ;w;
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"i like the way your hand fits in mine."
+ “could you hold my hand?” // fred weasley x reader 🌸
fred spent a good portion of his time of the day searching all over for you. library? yep, not there. the common room where you usually lazed around in? nope, not there either. the seats nearby the corridors that you somehow claimed as yours? nah, not there either. so he’s at wit’s end trying to figure it out until hermione notices the redhead struggling and tips him that-”probably near the corner tables in the library, you know how she is,”
and fred’s on his very way.
he’s absolutely delighted at the sight of you and he internally curses himself for not searching hard enough. he just wanted to see you, always does. so when he does and you’re bundled up in books, cheek pressed to the table as you fiddle with your quill, not even the sliding of the chair can make you flinch. fred decides to move your things so he can put his head onto the table like you, almost mirror-like as he comes face to face, cheek to cheek onto the table.
grinning, he reaches out to push the strands of hair from your face, cooing softly, “hello there, lovely. took me a while to find you,” he chuckles... but his smile slowly fades when you only offer him a small smile and you’re back to wallowing in the pool of emotions you were perfectly drowning in earlier.
he frowns, shifting just a little bit closer towards you, “what’s the matter, love?”
when you don’t answer and shift your eyes to the table, fred tilts his head up to catch a glimpse of your notes and studying material. ah... of course, the boy’s mind fills in. he gazes back to you and quietly reaches for your hand on your lap. he doesn’t even need to look, using his hand to guide himself to find your hand. you gasp softly when his fingers brush against your skin and he quickly grabs onto it.
it grants fred the sight of your eyes widening at him, before they start to relax. he watches as the anxiety that was previously getting ahold of you, dissolve. the feeling of your heart thrashing from within, calms. fred fills his fingers between yours and smiles at you fondly - filled with so much love and care it’s taking an effect on you. his presence alone made you feel better. what made it even better than better? was that fred remembered.
he remembered the first time he saw you all flustered and he hadn’t known what to do - if he should do anything because what if he made you feel worse? so he asked.
“what should i do, love?” fred inquires, willing to do anything if it meant making you feel better. you were nervous, not quite the one to directly ask for things and fred sees how hard you’re debating if you should even tell him. but you succumb to it and after a deep exhale, you put your hand out, “c-could you hold my hand?” fred’s heart warms. “of course, darling.”
it took a while, a moment of silence, before fred decides to-”i like the way your hand fits in mine, y/n,” he can tell it’s making you feel somewhat better when you blush, using your interlocked hands to hit his chest. he laughs. “see? it’s making you laugh! means you agree!”
“sod off, freddie!”
“no can do,” he tuts, shaking his head as he tugs you closer to him with your hands still tightly pressed together - palm to palm - “i’m not going anywhere.”
at the memory, your heart seems to calm itself. it brings a small smile to your face and what felt like nervousness and anxiety biting your veins, was now replaced with this warm feeling brewing from within.
“feelin’ a bit better there, gorgeous?” he questions, though, much like a rhetorical one when he’s well-aware of the answer. his heart starts to ease when you nod, cheek rubbing against the wooden table and he grins, feeling his heart relaxing a little as he sways your hand in his below the table - it felt like a secret, yet, everyone knew. but it was the little moments like this with fred that made you feel like the luckiest person alive.
