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ig i’m breaking my hiatus haha but nope i don’t need credit :)
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Hey! I love your writing prompts they’ve given me great inspiration for my writing. Was just wondering if you want credit for the prompts if they are used??
ig i’m breaking my hiatus haha but nope i don’t need credit :)
Harry Potter rewatch: 4/8 ↳ The Goblet of Fire
meeting the weasley family (george x reader)
ok it’s a christmas fic hope u don’t mind i know i’m late 🤣
request: Can you write a fluff George Weasley imagine where you are meeting his family and you bond with Arthur because you are a muggleborn and you teach him muggle stuff and at the end of the day George tells you how much he love you and that he is happy his family like you
okay so you and george have been dating for a good six months
and it’s the winter holiday
and george invites you over for christmas eve to spend time with him and to meet his family
and you say yes (because who could say no to that face)
so you knock on the door
and molly answers
and molly is so !!!!!excited ahhhhhh!!!!!
and she takes you into a huge hug
and you just already feel so loved by his family
and then you walk in the house and you see the rest of the weasleys
you already know most of them
but you’re meeting charlie and bill for the first time
so you introduce yourself and reach out your hand for them to shake
and they just pull you into a hug
because that’s how they treat family
and you’re family
and oh my god george is grinning from ear to ear, happy to see how well you’re fitting in
he loves his family and he’s just so happy his family loves you
and you’re muggleborn
so when it’s time to meet arthur
he is just absolutely fascinated
he asks you about the most random muggle things
and you find it endearing
and george is chuckling the whole time because of how excited his dad is
and awwww
you of course got a weasley sweater with your initial on it that was a few sizes too big
you love and cherish it and put it on immediately
and at the end of the night when it’s just you and george
he just gives you the biggest hug
and he keeps rambling about how happy he is that his family likes you
and you tell him that you love his family
and i kid you not he teared up
holy crap i’m soft
golden // george weasley
summary: accepting a dare to ask george weasley to be your new year’s kiss probably wasn’t the best idea. maybe it was the fact that you two barely knew each other, or the fact that he was absolutely smashed.
word count: 665
A/N: a little late lmao whoops
warnings: alcohol
With music blaring and people screaming at other people for no apparent reason, you found it hard to hear what your friend’s dare was. “What?” you repeated, for what could have been the third time. She sighed and rolled her eyes, motioning for you to put your ear up to her mouth, allowing her to talk directly into it.
“I dare you to ask George to kiss you at midnight.” You laughed, shaking your head slowly. You crossed your arms before responding “No way.”
“I’ll give you ten galleons.” Your arms dropped, and a small smile grew on your face. She knew about your crush on George since the beginning. You had told her it was a stupid, little school-girl crush, but she wouldn’t take that for an answer. And after a while, you realized it wasn’t like that either.
"Hmm, I don’t know…“ you elongated the ‘know,’ looking off to the side. Your friend chuckled, knowing that you were down for the idea, no matter what you say. "Just take the money, you dork.”
You look around, seeing if you catch even a glimpse of George anywhere, but have no luck. You move through the crowds of overly-excited people, looking at all directions every second. Not seeing where you were going when glancing back, you found yourself colliding with another person.
Before you could say anything, you hear a slurred “Sorry, love,” come from a red-head, already continuing walking. “George!” you yell, pushing through swarms of people just to get near him. He looks back, a toothy smile on his face.
“Y/N! You’re a riot; you know that? I would stay and talk, but my friends are challenging me to my fourth chugging competition. Oi! Lee! You’re a right git!” he finished, pointing straight at Lee Jordan as he laughed.
You hear someone yell out “Two minutes to midnight!” and anxiety creeps into your stomach. You grab George’s arm right before he can leave, and turn him to face you.
“Your grip’s strong. I like it,” George said slowly, his body losing and gaining balance every few seconds. “George, I need you to kiss me at midnight.” George grinned, taking a sip of his drink. “What if I just kiss you right now?”
Before he could lean in entirely, you put your hands on the side of his face and pushed him back. “Now, that’d be great, but you’re drunk and probably have no idea what you’re doing right now.”
“I know that I’m talking to the most beautiful girl in the world right now.” You scoffed, not taking anything he said earnestly. The fact was that he was drunk, and you told yourself not to think otherwise. Even if he meant it, he wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and Merlin forbid you remind him.
“Just kiss me at midnight, okay?” you state clearly. “Thirty seconds, to midnight!” someone yells, leading you to raise your eyebrows at George. “Fine.”
“10!”
As the countdown starts, you look to see that your friend sees the ginger man you have in your arms. She gives you a thumbs up, allowing you to turn around before George could start waving frantically at her.
“5!”
“Don’t make this sloppy.”
“Me? Sloppy?”
“3!”
“I really hope you don’t remember this.”
“2!”
“What? Wait, hold on.”
“1!”
“Too late,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. It was, just like you had asked him not to, as sloppy as you could’ve imagined. But what do you expect? He’d probably drank all of the liquor supply Harry had and was falling over while standing. Even after that, somehow, it was better than you could’ve imagined.
Everyone says a New Year’s kiss should be with someone special, someone you would want to spend your whole year with. And if that wasn’t George Weasley, you didn’t know who it was.
happy (late) new year!! remember this? haha anyways i swear i’m alive and i swear i will try to get requests done (key word: try)
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Wolfstar and prompt No. 10 :)
i don’t write for wolfstar, sorry :(
fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…
…good morning.
…goodnight.
…goodbye.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…to shut them up.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because yours is running out of time.
…because mine is.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
would it be totally bananas if i made this a multi fandom blog
(like xmen and maybe star wars)
hogwarts houses; hufflepuff
Hello dear 💕 could you please write a George imagine with the prompt "we were in our socks sliding down the halls and you fell and I tripped on you now we're laying on the floor laughing" or "I kissed you good night once and now I can't be alone with you without wanting to do it again"? Thanks
i finally finished it after twelve years thank you for this request :)
youth
pairing: george weasley x reader
warnings: none
word count: 580
requested by: anon
summary: sliding down the hall in your socks can almost make you forget about the oncoming war.
Nighttime always seemed to tempt people into being more rebellious. More daring. More fearless. Even the brightest minds could not resist the pull the night sky had on their actions. It leered them in with stars sparkling through the glass windows and called out "adventure" to any who would listen. Once followed, the night's persuasive voice would lead those listeners into the most reckless situations.
George hoped that the treats he set out on the other side of the castle occupied Mrs. Norris' time. As for Snape: Well, Snape is nothing if he isn't completely predictable to George. As for Umbridge, she was most likely torturing an innocent student in the comfort of her own office.
The red-head woke up in the middle of the night and found that he couldn't even force himself back into bed. So, he made himself comfortable near the fireplace and worked on a few of his prototypes. Slowly, a pile of candies and potion bottles gathered messily next to him, all not exactly how he wanted them.
"I didn't know you were up," your voice called to him, his head jerking up from the firecracker in his hand. He smiles in response, putting the explosive down and away from the flames. And, before you knew it, you found yourselves in the hall sliding on your socks from wall to wall; playing tag and pretending to ice skate.
It was so juvenile, so immature, yet it was the most enjoyable thing you've done all year. You both tried to stifle your laughs and your falls, but after the first few minutes, you found you didn't care, George especially. After all, he was planning a big escape from the hell-hole Umbridge created. Anything he did wouldn't matter after he started his shop.
It was hard for you to think about his shop. The rest of the year you'd be left without him, only to rely on letters from him, if he has the time to send them. You were extremely proud of him and couldn't wait to see his success after you finish Hogwarts, that is if you don't go insane without his company.
The least you could do now was try not to think about it. Shaking the thoughts from your head, you looked behind you in the near pitch black hall. Eyes could only accustom to the dark so much; you put your arms in front of you, like a child playing a game with their eyes closed, hoping to grab hold of your boyfriend. You stopped to get your wand out, only to be knocked over by George sliding too fast for his own good.
He fell on top of you, and not in the way you'd prefer, sure to leave a bruise tomorrow. He laughs first, and you follow after letting out a groan of pain. The fire-headed boy tries to roll off. The pressure he adds to your already squished body somehow only forces a stronger laugh out of you, attracting your hand to your mouth.
George shushes you, but you can see the laugh he's smothering in himself. You could've laughed until the sun rose, but you force yourself to suppress it, no matter how unwilling your body was.
He leans in for a kiss, grinning like the idiot you always tease he is. It might not last long, and you two are still definitely laughing the whole time, but everything seems like, for once, it might just be okay.
I would try clicking the insertion point where you were typing the request at then use CTL + Z
it didn’t work im crying but thank you anyways