Okay, so I'll just change the prompt to: “I remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” If it hasn't been used yet.
sure thing!!! thank you for requesting! 🥺💞
88 dandelions celebration 🌼 // dandelions: 88 tag
"i remember practicing how to ask you out to the mirror.” // fred weasley x reader 🌸
fred feels like the world has stopped rotating for a second as he gathers his breath, merely steps away from where he’s aiming to head to, hands clutching onto the stem of bloom behind his back. if anyone didn’t know better, it seemed like he would be trying to get into gringotts with merely a piece of flower but no. he... was on a different kind of mission.
he exhales deeply one last time and decides to...
you feel a tap on your shoulder and it cues for you to put your quill down, looking over to see who it was. automatically a smile crawls to your face at the sight of - “freddie,”-don’t mess up now, don’t look at me like that, blimey please just-“hello there,” you chuckle when he smiles back, with a stiff nod that makes you frown a little. he usually greets you with such enthusiasm it makes your heart swell, almost gets kicked out of the library the moment he enters every time he tries to yell a hello there, sunshine!
today was different. the kind of different that you couldn’t help but feel a bit dejected that he was greeting you differently.
“so... what brings you here?” you ask softly, turning around in your seat to get a good look at him. he bites on his lip and debates how he should do this. if he should do it the way he’s thought of or wing it? would winging it be too dangerous? too spontaneous that he might say the wrong thing? either way, he’s not saying anything yet and he releases the bite on his lip, trying to collect himself because merlin, he doesn’t want to mess this up.
“f-freddie, you’re scaring me, is everything-”
“you, y/n,” he answers in a haste, the words flying out of his mouth faster than he can filter them through, “i came here because of you,”
you manage a slow nod, eyes urging him to continue, “what... about me?”
fred’s brain short circuits and he automatically fills in your question to be: what he likes about you? “everything,” he breathes out, a dreamy look on his face as he falls into a daze. for a second you’re confused, but your cheeks start to redden at-”your smile, the thing you do with your lips when you can’t figure out the answer, your hands that i want to hold all the time, your nose when it scrunches up whenever i make you laugh, everything,”
you scan the library quickly and thank heavens that no one’s watching, because you’re a blushing mess. you’re also thankful that you’re sitting down because if you were standing, your knees would surely suck at being knees, trembling like mad.
“a-and,” he clears his throat, finally remembering the flower he’s holding, making it visible to you as he brings it forward, “hopefully your time?” you gape at the vibrant sunflower fred’s holding onto before your eyes trail back up to the ginger head boy who manages a toothy grin (albeit very, very visibly nervous), “meet me in the common room at half past seven? we’ll take it from there?”
fred’s lungs can’t seem to function properly when you gingerly peel the flower from his fingers - even the light brushing of your skin sends the tingles down his spine. you scoff a laugh in disbelief, shaking your head as you admire the flower; meanwhile, fred’s too busy admiring you.
“i’d... love to, freddie,” you speak to the flower, then, you speak to the giver, “i’d like that very much,”
fred heaves a relieved sigh, as if he’s been holding his breath for the longest time as he falls to the ground. you chuckle when he doesn’t bother getting his robe dirty, all he wants is to make you laugh and he did. it’s a soft laugh, but it was enough to lift fred’s spirits - especially after you said yes to going on a date with him.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been practicing to a mirror to ask you this,” he grumbles from the ground, refusing to move. you’re certain the pair of you would talk about this later, very much later during the date and the image of fred practicing to his reflection just to ask you out? it made you feel so appreciated. so... worth it. you place the flower onto the table and move from the chair. fred’s breath hitches when you crouch beside him and he’s turn into a puddle of soft goo when you press a kiss to his cheek, “thank you for your efforts, fred weasley,”
it was fred’s turn to turn into a tomato when he remains unmoving, eyes gazing to the ceiling of the library.
“could you send my mom an owl, y/n?”
he shakes his head, refusing to look at you, “you have officially caused the death of her son by making his heart stop.”
