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Hi!!

This is my first time asking something but could you do a Ron weasley x reader where they both are Quidditch players maybe different houses even!!

and they have fun in the quidditch closet! (fluff or smut whatever you want!!)

The most smut i will do is PG-13 lmao, we are a family friendly blog over here. Am I good at writing anything remotely smutty? No. so this what you get. 

This was going to be the worst practice ever, you've been begging for friendly matches to stop since you got on the team but they never were quite friendly. The last friendly game was against Slytherin and they did not hold back. You walked out of that practice with a black eye and a sprained wrist. At least this was just for fun, and since having fun was one of two reasons you wanted to do quidditch in the first place you try to make the best of it. Especially since the other reason is on the team you're playing against. 

Hurrying out of your dorm you stumble your way to the quidditch field, struggling to lug your equipment around the campus. “Need a hand?” A deep voice spoke over your head. Ron.

“I’m fine.” you said, your broom in one hand and an overstuffed duffle in the other, all dragging behind you. 

“Clearly,” the sarcasm in his voice was obvious. Without warning the bag was lifted out of your hand and you were free to hold your broom without it touching the floor. 

“You know if you keep dragging it like that you're doing to damage the bristles on the broom.” 

You laugh, “what's that gonna do? Make it less aerodynamic?” you ask sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said shortly. “Or you know what you should probably keep dragging it, it'll make it easier to beat you.”

“Please you don't need the help, I don’t try at these things.” Trying to keep up with Rons strides proved to be a bit of a challenge. He was walking at a lethargic speed but the length of his steps were worth 3 of yours. 

“That's too bad I was looking forward to playing you,” he said through a smile. You felt your face grow hot. “And a friendly game means you won’t kick my ass.”

You laughed, “what makes you think I would kick your ass at all?” 

“Your track record,” you looked at him confused. “Do you really not remember? First year? And Second, third and fourth?” You shook your head. “Well I guess the trauma seared it into my memory,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “oh don't be dramatic. I never did anything that bad.” 

Still smiling, Ron looked down at you for the first time since you started walking, “No, just tackled me a lot.” 

“In first year? When I was learning how to fly? You still remember that?” you shouted mortified as the flood of embarrassment came rushing back. 

“When your crush lands on top of you, your 11 year old boy brain tends to think about it a lot.” he laughed.

“You had a crush on me?” 

“Wasn't it obvious? I nearly failed every class we had together because I was so busy staring at you.”

You tried your best to remember your first year classes, but any of Rons “obvious” behavior was not something your first year self ever picked up on, “I can safely say I didn't notice.”

“Why did you think I needed so much help in every subject?” 

“You're an idiot?” you asked through a muted laugh.

“No, I just spent every class paying attention to you instead of the material. So when you practically obsess over someone and they continuously struggle to balance on a broom, you hope to be put in a position that you might end up with said person on top of…” his voice tapered off. Cheeks red, refusing to make eye contact. He clearly didn't mean for that word vomit to come out, but up until he stopped talking you assumed those feelings had stopped after the first year, but now you're not so sure. 

“So what about second, third and fourth year?” you tried to move the conversation along wanting to casually move past what Ron just said, he was clearly embarrassed and you didn't want to make things worse. 

The two of you reached the quidditch field, the sight of fluttering robes and the distant echoes of laughter filling the air. Ron scratched his head, and avoided your gaze.  "Well, second year was all about the dueling club," he began, trying to regain composure. "Remember when I was petrified? You visited me in the hospital wing. I was so out of it and used to being tackled that I thought you were going to hex me." 

You chuckled at the memory. "As if I would hex you. Besides, I couldn't resist visiting the famous Ron Weasley,” you put on a mocking tone, “you were always up to something.”

“I still am.” he mumbled under his breath. Clearing his throat “in third year I convinced myself you hated me and fourth year, well I spilt my drink on you at the yule ball so I was certain you hated me.” 

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Oh my god,. How could I forget?” the Yule ball was a bottle of embarrassment you did not want to revisit. No one asked to go with you and the moment you thought a certain ginger was going to ask you to dance he spilled his drink all over you, “You know I stole that robe from professor sprout?”

Ron stopped in his place, “That was Sprout’s?” he raised his voice in shock.

“Yep,” you chuckled, “Do you even remember what it looks like?” 

“Of course I do!” he exclaimed, before calming himself down, “Although in my memory it’s covered in fruit punch.” Ron continued walking to bring your stuff over to where your team was setting up. You noticed how much slower he’d gotten, it was much easier to keep up. 

“I technically didn't steal it, I just borrowed it and had my dormmate alter it a bit.”

“Well they did a bloody good job, you looked hot.” Ron said before he could stop himself, “I-I mean,” he stuttered, “you looked good.” changing his tone.

You smirked at Ron stopping in the middle of the field. "Hot, huh?" you teased, enjoying the rosy tint that crept across Ron's cheeks.

Ron stumbled over his words, "No, not hot. Definitely not hot." trying to backtrack. Your face fell slightly, making him panic even more. “Not that you're not hot! You’re so hot it's crazy!”

Suddenly, in the midst of their walk, Ron tripped over a loose cobblestone and by instinct grabbed you for balance. But instead of regaining his footing, the unexpected momentum sent both of you tumbling forward.

As you crashed to the ground, and somehow you found yourself sprawled on top of Ron, his laughter echoing yours in the crisp air. "You definitely need balance training,” you quipped through laughter, but he wasn't laughing. Your duffle had been flung above his head, and his hands had instinctively grasped for you, firmly planted around your waist, and for a moment, you both lay there, catching your breath and sharing a moment of sheer hilarity.

Your laughter subsided, replaced by silence as you gazed into each other's eyes. “Just like old times, eh?” You tried to lighten the tension. He didn't reply, lost in your eyes seemingly unable to speak. “Ron? Are you oka-”

“Can I kiss you?” he interrupted. Rushing the words as if he had been building up the courage to speak. 

“On the field?” Ron shot up, nearly shoving you off of him. He quickly picked up your things and tried to avoid eye contact. This time he picked up your broom as well and we was off to your team's changing rooms to drop your things off. This time his pace was far from lethargic, he may as well have been running, that would be the only way you could ever keep up with him. “Ron?” you shouted as you jogged after him trying to catch up.  

Once you got to the changing rooms your team whispered at the sight of gryffindors keeper in their rooms. “Here you go,” dropping your things on the side and rushing out. You grabbed his arm. He was red and looking anywhere but your eyes. Your team began filling out the room to begin warming up as they called you to hurry and get dressed. 

You dragged Ron further into the room, “Listen Ron-”

“You don't need to say it, I'm sorry. It was an accident and it'll never happen again. The last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable.” he was rambling, “and you can ignore what i said, i saw a pretty girl on top of me and i wasn't thinking. Not that I think you're pretty! Not that you're not pretty! Oh god-” you crashed your lips into his, an effective way to shut him up. He was tense with surprise before melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer by his shirt, his hand cupped your face, his arm wrapped around your waist drawing you in. He turned you, pinning you against the wall as his kiss deepened. His knee rose up to rest between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

The whistle blew outside, pulling you away from the kiss as you hear your captain shouting your name. You sigh disappointedly. You turn back to Ron, who was staring at you, you giggled nervously, “what?”

“I take it back, I think you're very pretty.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss. 

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my writing is only uncringey if you read it in the exact tone I wrote it in. Am I good at making that tone clear in my writing? absolutely not.

#ron weasley x reader #Im reading old stuff forgetting how I intended it to sound and now realize how shit it is 💀

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It has been a year since I even had this app on my phone, a year ago I got a bf and was way to embarrassed that i wanted to write fics so I deleted the app 💀💀 i feel weird for deleting the tumblr in the first place and stopping writing for a guy who literally worships the ground I walk on. And as much as he laughed when I brought up the e fact that i used to write fan fiction he just thought it was cute.

All this to say.

I want to start writing again.

So give me ideas and I’ll try to empty out my inbox that has been collecting dust 😂

#im back bitches #ron weasley x reader #writing #trying to fix the lack of ron fics on tumblr is the only reason i started a blog

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My loves <3

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OH NO PART 4 I BEG! ITS SO GOOD FOR NO REASON!!!!!!!!!

Genuinely do not understand demand for this, but to apologize to for my disappearance here's part 4...

Oh no... Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You had the upper hand, finally.

Sure he was also embarrassed whenever you got caught. Still, he would tease you relentlessly afterwards, never letting you forget until the next embarrassing thing rolled around. But this time, this time was different.

For one, you could actually face his family afterwards, you and ginny had a good laugh, and on top of that, you embarrassed not only your boyfriend but his bigheaded best friend. You liked harry, but at some point, you could only use "but I'm the chosen one" as an excuse so many times.

At the dinner table, you and the Weasleys celebrated Ron's eldest brother's visit. Bill recounted stories about his travels and cracked jokes. Yet Ron was still unable to make eye contact with his best friend.

Looking at his sister was no better. Every glance was followed by a look of disgust that he failed to hide. Oh, Ronald, sweet boy. You giggled to yourself; this was gonna be fun.

-

Your trip was short-lived, having to go back to Hogwarts. However, the embarrassment wasn't. It followed Ron. Usually, you could set it aside till the next time you would have to face his family for a weekend, but this time, the people he had to face came with you.

Harry acted differently around you as well. It was so unnecessarily funny that any form of eye contact with him caused you to giggle. How could it not? He had such shame all over his face. And for what? Catching him with a girl?

If anything, he should do what the other lads in Gryffindor do and flaunt it. But, unfortunately, it seems he hasn't reached that level of confidence. Under normal circumstances, Ron flaunts you constantly. But after catching his sister and his sister catching him, it seems flaunting isn't in the cards.

You understand why he teases you so much. It's so much fun. Whispering "I win" in his ear gets a reaction every time. Of course, you would be the same as he had it been anyone else, but Ginny adds on. And in the end, you end up with two boys that look more like tomatoes than wizards.

-

Ron seemed to have perked up somehow; any reference to the car left him unfazed. Guess that ship has sailed. You mourned the loss of your little game but appreciated the return of your overconfident boyfriend. As much as you hate to admit it, you missed Cocky Ron.

"You have a spare 3rd period, right?" he asked with a smile that could only mean mischief. He clearly inherited it from the twins.

"Ya, why?"

"How about I sneak out of muggle studies, and we spend some time together?"

"How about you actually go to your classes, Ron?"

"How can I do that when my gorgeous girl is sitting in her dorm alone?" he gave a little pout.

'My gorgeous girl' that convinced you. And the only risk was that he would get yelled at by Mcgonagall and she loved you so there really wasn't any harm. You agreed, and by third period Ron had whisked you away to an empty classroom.

The moment you stepped in, his hands were on you, lips on your neck, tugging at your shirt. The door was closed only when he pushed you against it. As much as you missed his lack of hesitation, you wondered why he kept smirking between kisses. Ron picked you up and rushed you to one of the desks. "Eager are we?" you laughed at your reference, but Ron seemed like he hadn't even heard you.

Loosening the tie off your uniform and unbuttoning the top of your shirt as he kissed down your neck. He was speeding up, frantically trying to do as much as possible.

You pulled away and placed a hand on his chest to tell him to stop. "Why are you rushing?"

He quickly shook his head, "I'm not."

"But you are; I swear you had your hands in my hair for like 5 seconds before you moved onto my tie."

"I'm not doing anything." and there it is. Before you could react, the doors burst open, and a group of kids in your year walked in with chess boards. Your hair was a mess, your tie loose, and your shirt unbuttoned. This was his plan.

"Hi, guys!" Ron perked up as he turned around to face the door.

"Sorry, we have this room reserved." One of the boys said.

"Of course you do," you sighed, "but you knew that, Ron, didn't you?"

He let out the most feigned shock reaction he could've given, voice dripping with mischief. "I knew nothing of the sort!" he exclaimed.

The boys giggled, and the two girls whispered to each other. This was a new low. An intentional low. "What are you lot whispering about?" you hopped off the desk, "at least I'm on the pull. You guys spend your spares playing board games." as you walked passed the girls that were eyeing you, you high fived a boy you recognized from your potions class. At least it's not Ron's parents, you thought.

Ron scurried after you apologized to the group as he tried not to laugh. Once he caught up, he ruffled your hair a little more. Finally, you fixed your shirt and tie.

He seemed disappointed by your reaction, "How are you not embarrassed?"

"Oh please, like Romilda Vane and Katie Bell can talk. Who spiked Harry's chocolate again? And who had to beg, and I mean BEG, Evan Rosier to take her out on a date? All they saw was a guy so into me that he just had to sneak into the nearest classroom to show me a good time. Isn't that right, Weasley?"

"Oh, Merlin. I look so whipped in that scenario."

You giggle. "Oh Ron, my gorgeous boy, I hate to break it to you, but you are completely whipped, mate." you stood on your tiptoe and reached up to kiss him on the cheek before walking away.

Before he could follow, someone shouted his name. "Ron Weasley! What are you doing out of class?" Counting on Professor Burbage to not take attendance had clearly backfired.

"Shit."

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I’m still alive I’m just in university…

#uoft #number one school in Canada comes at a prices #aka my sanity

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maybe this is a weird niche but like love island au please and thank you

#love island #love island is my guilty pleasure

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Why are there no Ron Weasley fan fics and Im not talking about one shots but like whole ass fan fics on wattpad or AO3 like y’all know Ron was part of the golden trio right?

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hey! could i please request prefect!ron where he blows off his duties to spend time with you but ends up tending to a first year. i can just imagine him being so good with kids omgg😩

p.s your last ron post was the most perfect <3

I love this idea! <3

“No peaking.” Ron blocked the entrance preventing you from looking inside. 

“I just want to see how the decorations are going,” you pouted at his actions. 

“No, it's supposed to be a surprise,” 

“I guess I just thought that my favourite prefect would bend the rules and let his favourite student see the decor for the dance. Please?” you pleaded. To which Ron simply shook his head. “Oh, come on, Ron!”

“No, it’s a part of my duty to only let the decorators inside.” 

“It’s also a part of your duty to supervise the actual decorating. And yet you're outside with me.”

Ron ran his tongue on the inside of his cheek and smirked before removing his arm from the entrance and placing it around your shoulder. “You're a smartmouth, you know that?” he guided you away from the hall, and you held onto the hand hanging off you as you walked. 

“And you love me for it.” Ron shook his head with a laugh. 

You continued to wander around the halls of the school together; Ron told you about his latest interaction in DADA. But before he could finish his story, Ron stopped in his tracks. You asked if everything was okay before he started searching around the hallway. 

When you turned the corner, there was a young girl, a first year, sniffling to herself. Ron bent down to meet her height, “Hello, what’s you’re name?” 

The girl whipped her face on the sleeve of her uniform, “Margaret.”

“Well, Margaret, I’m Ron.”

“I know, you’re in the Gryffindor house,” she was clearly trying to cover the fact that she had been crying. 

“Could you tell me what's wrong?” 

“A few boys in your house are making fun of me. That my glasses make me look like a nerd or something,” her eyes welled up, and Ron placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” she nodded, “my best friend wears glasses, and he has saved so many people.”

The girls faced scrunch, “Harry Potter?”

“Exactly. Do you think any of those boys think Harry’s a nerd?” she shook her head. “I have another friend who I would definitely call a nerd, but her smarts save us constantly. Wearing glasses doesn’t make you a nerd, and being a nerd isn’t such a bad thing. Plus, I think those glasses make you look beautiful.” the girl smiled as she whipped away her tears. 

Maybe it was the way he treated his younger sister, but you never took Ron as someone who would be so patient with kids. This lazy rule breaker with a constant bedhead managed to constantly surprise you, and seeing him look up at you with such clear pride in his actions made you melt. 

“Oh Margaret, meet my girl,” he said, standing up and nudging you towards the girl. 

“It’s nice to meet you. Would you care to join us on our walk?” you asked. Margaret looped an arm through yours before launching into the latest gossip in her first-year class. You dropped her off, and you smiled as you watched your boyfriend wave away his new friend. 

“Okay, that was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” ever clueless Ron just hummed in response. You laughed at him not realizing what you meant. “So I guess once you slap that badge on, you get 6th sense, like a prefect-tingle.”

“Why would you call it a tingle,” he laughed as he pulled you next to him by your waist. 

“Well, what do you call it?”

“Anything other than tingle.”

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having tea and listening to old music while looking out the window to see a beautiful sunny day. 

Home alone >>>>>

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Me high key

USELESS

#steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #fan art

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this idea just came into my head and i’m loosing my mind!! studying with your boyfriend ron and he’s left handed (this is 100% canon imo) and you’re right handed and he just slips his other hand into yours while you’re both writing :)

bro... idk if i did this idea justice but this is so cute its not even funny

He was studying, a genuine shocker. Seeing Ron sit down with his books is a rare sight for someone on the lazier side when it comes to academics. Hermione had walked into study hall ready to be the only one present during her free period, but there was Ron Weasley and the explanation of this out-of-character scene by his side. 

Your hair was being held up only by the wand you’d woven into it, keeping away all but the shorter pieces of hair in place. You were deeply immersed in your studies, trying to get through the pile of homework Snape had given you before the weekend; Ron refused to let you sit on your own. So here you both were, in study hall for the first time, in what Hermione could only assume to be ever. 

Ron studied you more frequently than his books, constantly glancing over to his right to admire how the candlelight flickered in your eyes. 

He inched closer to you on the shared bench, slowly closing the space between you. You didn't mind the warmth of his thigh against yours or his bicep against your shoulder; it was more than welcome.

But soon, you felt him shift and assumed he was getting up to find something more appealing to do with his time rather than sit with you in silence. But the warmth returned just as quickly as it left. 

His free hand was inching closer to yours, hooking your pinkie finger with his, drawing it closer and flipping your hand to fit into his. You bit back a smile as you tried to continue to write. 

Glancing over at your boyfriend, he wore a small smirk that he wasn't hiding very well. Then, with blushed cheeks, you went back to your studies, and before you could put pen to paper, Ron kissed you on the cheek. 

#my writing #asks #blurbs #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley blurb #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x you #harry potter imagine #harry potter

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i may or may not have been called out

"My child is completely fine!"

Bestie your child thinks that the only way they will be loved is through fanfiction

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Literally what

#i am confusion

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Dad is the only blonde man I’m cool w 👊

Hey mom, I hope ur having an amazing day so far 💛

Aya, you sweet little papaya I love you ❤️❤️❤️

I just had breakfast and now I'm doing some school work! It helps that it's like 110 degrees outside (it's like 95 but due to the humidity it's hotter than hell) so I'm glad to be staying nice and cool in my hotel room!

I hope you are having a wonderful day and staying cool!

Your dad/bestie says hi!

#my mother abby

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For all those wondering what Will painted. You're welcome.