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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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George Weasley as a Boyfriend 🧨🦁

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this mischief-maker yet kinder and handsome twin could include:

👨🏻‍🦰👂🏻🧹

He's very affectionate but in the most caring way, unlike Fred who's more playful he learns how to style your hair for you (like braids and ponytails) by asking Ginny to teach him, instead of holding hands like most couples do, he offers you a piggyback ride everywhere so you don't have to walk. He gives you a playful noogie when you tease him, tucks your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better, randomly making out of nowhere because he really needs it, and of course some light pranks here and there to make you laugh.

He and you aren't allowed to sit together in any classes that the two of you share together, not because of PDA since he's usually more lowkey rubbing your thigh under the table, but because the both of you just cannot stop laughing around each other for no reason which distracts the whole class.

The both of you wear a matching bracelet that George made himself, you wear his initial in yours and he wears your initial in his, and the two of you made a promise to each other not to take it off ever or not lose it, all to show that the two of you belong together.

He's a really patient boyfriend, no matter how angry you are and taking it all out on him or how annoyed and upset he gets he's never once raised his voice at you or dumped all his frustration at you in any way. He's even the first one to apologize after every fight, even if he didn't start it.

He calls you cute nicknames like Babe, Gorgeous, Dream Girl, or Precious.

Likes when you call him Georgie, Darling, Stud, Freckles, or Dreamboat (you used to call him that teasingly before you guys started dating not knowing he was into you, and still uses it to this day).

His love language is probably quality time, just like Fred he values his memories with you and loves making new ones all the time because those are truly precious over other things.

Anytime he needed a password he always uses your name and last name, your birth date, your favorite color, or the date when he asked you out to be his.

He can sing quite well and would sing a song when you're sad or aren't feeling the best, then he would offer his hand which you always take and he would spin you around before slow dancing with you to his singing as the music.

He would sneak into your room at night when you're asleep and kiss your forehead then leave something on your nightstand beside your bed so you'll always wake up to something new every day, whether it's a fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase, a book he issued for you that he thought you may like, a box of treats like chocolate and sweets or one of his sweaters/hoodies that smells like him.

He's shyer then Fred and still have that occasional blush, stammer and avoid eye contact with you when you change your appearance a little bit or did something that he found really attractive like twirling your hair or biting on your pen while focusing on something.

He tells funny stories about you any chance he gets to all his friends and Fred who finds it adorable that he's so excited to talk about you all the time.

He owns a polaroid camera that was made in the muggle world that he got from his dad as a "don't tell your mother I broke her favorite tea cup" present and takes it every time the both of you are out on a date, and he would ask to take pictures of just the two of you, let it print out and kept it in a bundle inside his sock drawer.

Holidays at the burrow Molly and Arthur love you and make you feel like a part of their family, but you happened to be closer to Ginny because it's like having a little sister. You'd talk about boys, quidditch, fashion, and more.

Instead of focusing on making joke products and trying them on you, he keeps trying to find ways how to make cool things that you can keep and that would impress you because, to be honest, he's just a little boy trying to impress his girl.

Sometimes out of nowhere he just goes "Will you marry me precious?" and get down on his knees or put your hand on his heart because he can't believe you're real and that never fails to make you blush so you just answered "Of course I will, but not now" with a giant smile on your face.

Hornier than Fred, but instead of being rough/playful and degrading during sex he seems to be more of a praiser and more gentle in the best way.

When you lay down on the Gryffindor common room couch he would sit on the opposite side, put your feet on his lap and message it asking about your day and what he can do for you today as well.

When he isn't with you during the holidays (Summer, Winter, and more) he would send you a cute little postcard every single day and a little gift through his family owl Errol.

As soon as he graduated and got the joke shop open he surprises you by saving up his money and getting his own place close to the shop so you can move in with him which you obviously accepted when he asks. The next thing on the list is a ring to marry you.

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masivechaos · 8 months

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Hey Margot, congratulations on your milestone ❤️😌 and I'm so sorry that I'm just late to send something in.

Uhm can I send you this, last dance - send me a trope (enemies to lovers,...) + a type of reader (shy! reader, rockstar! reader...) + a character from the list above -> i'll write a short blurb!

With the trope friends to lovers, a really shy reader and George Weasley? Please? Thank you 🥺😌

DON’T BE SHY, LOVE - george weasley x gn! reader [0.376k] .ೃ࿐

summary: george is your date for the Yule Ball

warnings: nothing

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You were excited for the Yule Ball. A little stressful maybe, it was going to be crowded and loud but you decided that you would have a good time and- if it all became too much- you would simply leave for your dorm, enjoying having the room for you alone.

But the party wasn't the only thing that made your mind rush in thoughts of what could go wrong. You had a date. Yes, a date! And it was George Weasley.

He was so different from you, he was confident, loud and proud whilst you were very shy and would always prefer the corner of a room to the crowded middle.

You never told him you liked him even though you were pretty sure he knew. Around him you were even shyer and would always giggle at his jokes, still sometimes allowing yourself to show a bit more of your personality before worrying you had done something wrong and going silent. You hoped he felt the same about you but something was telling you the opposite. He was so confident about everything, why wouldn't he have told you yet?

And he did ask you out for the Yule Ball but you remember what he said when asking "Do you wanna be with me for the Yule Ball? We'll be the prettiest friends Hogwarts has ever seen."

George was waiting for you downstairs in the common room, he had insisted that he had to walk you to the great room for a "big entrance".

You let out a long breath before finally meeting George downstairs. "You're finally... ready," he smiled as he eyes landed on you "You look beautiful," he said as he looped his arm with yours.

You felt blood rushing to your ears and cheeks and you mumbled a quiet "T-thank you". It was almost inaudible, you were pretty sure he didn’t even hear it.

George chuckled, pulling you closer to him "Don't be shy, love," he smiled, knowing very well it only made you more flustered. He whispered in your ear "Why do I make you so nervous? I'm only a guy complimenting the person he likes."

Your eyes widened. He said it as if it was nothing before dragging you to the common room with a grin on his face. 'Tonight is going to be fun' he thought.

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deliwrites · 1 year

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕥 // 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊 // Dream Team

// DATE // 26th of November 2022 // PAIRING // DreamTeam x fem!Reader, george x fem!reader, sapnap x fem!reader, dream x fem!reader // WARNING // flirty!reader, use of real names, tease!reader, playgirl(ish)!reader, reader being playfully teased // WORDS // 2,5k+ // SUMMARY // Your first day in America with the boys. (it's a bit of a filler cause I've been very busy with college, sorry!) // CREDIT // I have use a small paragraph of the first book of the "to be claimed" series from "Willow Winters". I highly recommend it if you are into a/o/b stuff.

// SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // I’m open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

After our group hug, I looked up to actually look at Clay. Nick and George going to grab my suitcases.

“I knew you would be gorgeous,” I told him. I don’t think he was expecting exactly that. A loud chuckle coming from him in surprise. A bright smile covering my face. Standing on my tippy toes, I peck his cheek. “Now, where is Patches?” I ask with excitement. Don’t tell them I said this, but Patches is definitely the biggest reason I decided to move.

“Alright, let’s let those two deal with the suitcases,” we laugh at the two somehow struggling to get them out of the car. Wrapping an arm around my shoulders, Clay starts leading the way to the front door.

“Patches!” I sing song the moment the front door closes behind us.

“Last I saw her she was in my ro-” a meow interrupts him—patches. She walks over to us from the living room.

“Hmm,” I giggle evilly. “I guess you forgot to tell Patches about your plan,” smirking, I stand on my tippy toes again, this time pecking his lips now that we were in private. Clay smiles, only a little defeated. He did at least get a peck. I peck his lips two more times before walking over to Patches slowly. Lowering to the floor. “Hi cutie,” holding out my hand for her to sniff. Cautiously strutting over, she starts sniffing my fingers. Quickly after nudging my hand. Allowing me to pet her. “Awh, you like me already!” Gently I pick her up, cradling her in my arms like a baby.

“Of course, she likes you,” Clay says, watching fondly at the interaction. Watching me baby-talk to the cat. She somehow meowed back in response. “You’re part of the family,” getting up from the floor I sent him a smile. Still holding onto Patches who decided to hug me.

“So, where is my - unfinished - room?” Before Clay can answer, the front door bursts open. George and Nick arguing as they stumble inside with my four suitcases. The commotion causing Patches to jump from my arms, using my shoulder. Leaving a slight stinging sensation from her claws. Running who knows where to hide from the two. “You guys okay?”

“I thought you packed light!” George exclaims, making the question sound more like a statement.

“I did?” I answered with confusion. I had been carrying all four suitcases and hadn’t really noticed one being heavier than the others. Maybe one because of books, but not so much heavier that it would cause such a struggle. Walking over I took the heavy suitcase, noting that it seemed heavier. Placing it on the floor. Unzipping it, I take a peek inside. “She did not,” I mutter, smacking the suitcase shut. I had no idea what else was in this suitcase. But I did not want them to see what mom had put in it.

“What? What’s in it?” Nick asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Let’s not worry about it,” I quickly go to zip up the suitcase, not noticing the look the three share. “Hey!” I squeak when I am suddenly pulled away from the suitcase. Clay having a tight hold on me. Leaving us both to sit on the floor. Trapped I am unable to move out of his hold as I trash around. I’m forced to watch Nick and George open the suitcase. The first thing in sight is a - one of my many - baby albums. One I didn’t plan on bringing, along with a box filled with other pictures from my childhood. Under those, I could see - spicy - books and a black Hunkamüller box. That box was not filled with lingerie tho. No, no, but I think you can guess when I tell you that I would rather have them look at my baby pictures.

“Y/n’s baby pictures,” George smirks. Immediately flipping through the pages quickly. Laughing when he finds a picture of me naked. Showing it to all of us, I was laid on a cushion, on my belly. Ass plumb nice and round in true baby fashion. ‘Awh’s filled the entree way as they continued flipping through them. All the while I groan in both embarrassment and frustration, hiding my face in my hands.

“They are just baby pictures!” I try to minimize the hype of the photo album. “I don’t know why mom packed those.”

“She packed it so we can tease you with it,” Clay says from behind me, still keeping me trapped in his hold. Though I stopped trashing, just letting it happen. Scoffing, I rolled my eyes, not that he could see.

“And what are these,” Nick grabs one of the few books in the suitcase. These were my favourites, there were more going to be shipped by my mom. But they didn’t need to know what they were about.

“Just books… Nothing to worry about,” maybe I should shut up though. I didn’t like lying and I especially couldn’t lie to these three idiots. Besides, nothing I say is going to make them stop looking through my stuff. I wouldn’t mind but like this, it felt very exposing.

“To be claimed, Willow Winters,” Lucky for me I got the discreet version, so as long as they didn’t open the book I would be in the clear. “What’s this about?”

“I’m not saying anything,” I should really listen to my own advice. With a mock scoff, George takes the book from Nick. Opening it to a random page.

“Before the torn clothing even hits the floor, his tongue-”

“George stop,” I try to stop him from continuing as he reads from the book. He just glances at me, smirk devilishly on his lips.

“His tongue is on me. His rough stubble scratches against my inner thighs and it’s even better-”

“George ple-” before I can finish my plea Clay’s hand covers my mouth.

“Shh, we’re finding out how kinky you really are,” he says in a hushed tone.

“ ‘Please!’ I can’t stand the torture any longer. I need my release. He moves from between my legs and hovers over my body while wiping my glistening arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen and his silver gaze doesn’t hide his desperation to be inside me in the least. At least both of us are affected. ‘You need me to fuck you, Grace?’.”

“Wow, we know you’re horny, but not this horny,” Nick teases me when George stops reading. Thanks fuck. Pulling Clay's hand down I mock a laugh.

“At least the men in these books are able to pull more girls than you guys,” laughs fill the space. Clay finally let go of me. Thankfully they decided they had done enough snooping for today. Instead, actually deciding to show me around our home. Ending at my empty bedroom, lucky me, it has an ensuite.

“So, as I explained before, for now, we are rotating beds,” Clay says after putting one suitcase down in the room, George, Nick and I doing the same with the other suitcases. “Tonight, my room is all yours. Tomorrow George’s, then Nick’s. And it will repeat until your room is ready.”

“Hmm, are you sure you trust me in your rooms?” I smirk evilly.

Around noon whilst we were all relaxing on the living room couch, my phone started ringing.

“Shit,” I mumble, quickly answering the phone. “H-hey mom..,”

“Y/full/n, you’ve made me worried sick! You said you would call when you landed!” my mom's voice rings loudly.

“I’m so sorry! I promise that I’m okay. I have arrived safely-”

“I don’t believe you! Hand the phone to George.”

“What? George is more believable than me?” I ask offended, the guys laughing at my reaction.

“Just hand over the phone, unless you’re not actually with them.”

“Okay, okay,” doing as told, I give my phone to Geoge who puts it on speaker.

“Hello Mrs Y/l/n,” he says calmly.

“Oh thank god, my angel hasn’t been kidnapped.”

“What!?” I exclaim. Clay wheezed beside George.

“Honey, the only way I would know for certain would be George’s British accent,” mom says like it’s nothing. “If you would have just turned your video on-”

“Mom-”

“It’s okay, Y/n, you can turn the cam on,” Clay reassures me like he was reading my mind.

“You sure?” He nods with a sweet smile. Taking my phone back from George. I turn on the front camera.

“There you are,” mom smiles tearily.

“See, I’m alright. I’m in one piece. I’ve just been fed by Clay,” I turn the camera trying to show her I was actually in one piece. Also showing the empty plate on my lap. “I’m being well taken care of.”

“As promised!” Nick says, popping his head into frame next to me. “Also thank you for making her bring a baby photo album,” he smirks, making me roll my eyes.

“I actually can’t believe you put it in my suitcase!”

“Awh, but hun, I had to give the boys something to tease you with,” she grins like a Cheshire cat making the guys laugh.

“I thought you were on my side,” I pout.

“Oh, but I am. I am always on your side.” She says in that motherly voice. “But since I won’t see them myself. It meant I couldn't tease you with the pictures myself.”

“Fine, I’ll let you get away with it. But I’m definitely going to hide it.”

“Oh, we’ll find it,” Clay promises, making me reach over George, hitting his arm.

The call goes on for a little while longer. Ending when Mom goes to bed.

At 9 pm I gave up on trying to keep myself awake. Saying goodnight to the guys, pecking their cheeks. Retreating into Clay’s room after sending him a wink. Using that as a way of saying he was allowed to join me when he went to bed.

I quite literally plummet onto the bed the moment I’ve undressed. Wrapping myself in the comfortable sheets. Which smells delightfully like Clay. It was such a new scent but it was so comforting. Almost like I hadn’t left home. I tried to fight the sleep but almost instantly fell asleep.

It was close to 2 am when Clay was finally able to sneak into his own room. George had gone to bed around 11:30 but Nick stayed up another hour. Not waiting to risk waking those two he had to wait longer.

Grinning when he saw her figure in his sheets, her face nuzzled in his pillow. Quietly taking off his clothes. He crawls into his bed, on the other side of her. With gentle hands, he pulls her figure closer to him. She grumbled a bit, Clay softly chuckles. But that’s enough to make her stir. Blinking slowly Y/n looks at Clay, a smile forming on her lips.

“Hey,” she says sleepily, a lazy smile on her lips.

“Hi cutie,” he grins at the lazily blinking girl. She snuggles closer to the tall male. “You tired, baby?” she nods against his chest. “That’s alright, go back to sleep,” he pecks the top of her head. He obviously hoped something would happen between him and the teasing minx he was currently cuddling. But he understands how tired she is. It was a long day for her. So much to digest. A whole new life to get used to. There would be many more days for just the two of them. The thought of it brought a smile to his face. Not that she saw.

“Love you,” the confession shouldn’t have shocked him as much as it had. Y/n often told him, Nick and George, that she loves them. But hearing it in real life felt so much different.

“Love you too,” he replied softly, giving her another peck on her head. Clay laid awake for a while longer. Not used to sleeping with someone. Especially, someone, he cared for as much as Y/n.

He had spoken about it before. And he truly means it. He spoke about Nick and George being his soulmates. Maybe not in the traditional sense. But he thinks the same of Y/n, it might just be a little different. What he knows for sure is that he loves the three of them so much.

The next day I was happy yet surprised to find Clay Next to me. A quick flash of a memory reminding me that he had joined me late last night. He was still asleep cuddled into me. With a grin, I worm my right hand free. Reaching up to softly caress his face. My thumb traces his cheek, his slight stubble catching on my skin. I took my time appreciating his face. Loving the light freckles scattering across his nose and cheeks. He had told me he had them of course, I just hadn’t seen them. And now I get to stare at them as long as I want. Beautiful lashes decorating his closed eyes. Wild curly dirty blond hair framing his face. Plumb slightly pouty bottom lip. Tracing my thumb softly across the pink skin. I watch as it subconsciously gets pulled into his mouth. Licking his lip softly, making me bite my lip. I quite desperately wanted to kiss him, but he’s asleep.

“I can feel you staring.”

“Huh? What? No, I’m not!” I replied startled. Turning away like I wasn’t just appreciating his face. He chuckles, pulling me closer to him. Arms wrapped tight but lovingly around my waist. Giggling as he peppers the top of my head with kisses. Turning back to face him I smile up at him.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks gently, his left hand coming up to cup my cheek. A blush flushing my cheek as I nod to answer him.

“It feels like home,” I tell him. I wasn’t necessarily talking about sharing the bed with him. But it all just felt like it was normal. Like I didn’t just move countries. This is my home. With my three boys. It’s meant to be this way.

“I’m glad,” his voice is soft. Slowly leaning in, giving me the option to pull away. Instead, I met him halfway. Our lips slotted together in a tender kiss. No tongue, just lips pouring out feelings of finally making the dream come true.

“Hmm, I’m hungry,” I tell him romantically the moment we pull away. Biting my bottom lip with a grin.

“Idiot,” Clay chuckles. “Go get dressed, I’ll be in the kitchen.”

“Okies,” I peck his lips once more before getting out of bed. Clay doing the same, smacking my ass to get moving. I squeak watching him smirk as he goes to his closet. Leaving the room, I go to mine.

When everyone was awake we made plans. Our schedules weren’t free for shopping for the next two weeks. So we freed a random Wednesday, Thursday and Friday for shopping and building. Clay would have done his face reveal by then. So he agreed to do a building stream with me, along with George and Nick.

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corpsebridx · 1 year

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Kiss them while their streaming

Character:Dream,George,Sapanp,Karl jacob,Quackity

A/N: I did the first kiss with Sapnap so yea, And I’m still learning Spanish so please correct me if I’m working, And I fix the mistake I had

Dream

Brags to chat about it

“They kiss me”

Very happy that you kiss him, but you kiss him all the time(?)

“Yes chat my lovely Beautiful S/O kiss me”

George

He was red as a tomato

Chat was bullying him

“I’m not red as a tomato”

It was a long night for him

Sapnap

He had his face cam off, So one can see how red he got

Chat asking why he stop talking

“No I’m ok,Chat”

Karl jacobs

He got so red

Went in for a second one

Cue the karl giggles

Quackity

This was during his Spanish stream

And he was talking to his chat when you decide to kiss him

“¡¡Me besan, chat, me besan!!”

#mcyt imagine #dream x y/n #george x y/n #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #quackity x y/n #mcyt x you #mcyt #dtqk

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fanfics4all · 1 year

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Dreams

Request: Yes / No

Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night

George Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1505

Warnings: Nothing!

Y/N: Your Name

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*George’s POV*

Fred and I were sitting in class, hardly paying attention. Who cares about Winter creatures anyway? I looked over to see Fred doodling on his parchment and I sighed, Godrick I wish this class was over already…

“Alright class, now we have a very special guest arriving in a few minutes. Would anyone be able to tell me anything about Winter Fairies?” The professor asked.

“Winter Fairies? They aren’t real.” Someone said.

“Yeah they’re just something some kid dreamed up.” Another said. I looked over at Fred and he shrugged.

“Now, now, Winter Fairies are real.” The professor said.

“Yeah right…” Someone mumbled. A blue shimmer zoomed into the room and it hit into the kid’s head that mumbled. The shimmer quickly moved to the front of the room and landed on the desk.

“Now, Y/N, that wasn’t very kind of you.” The professor said. The small blue shimmer quickly turned into a girl in a light blue dress. She also had white hair and wings. Everyone gasped and I looked at her with wide eyes.

“He was being rude to my people.” She said, crossing her arms and huffing. I quietly laughed and Fred nudged me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the girl.

“So you’re a Winter Fairy?” Fred asked and she smiled our way. It made my heart flutter and I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

“Yes I am! And I am not just some bloody dream!” She said, making the professor laugh.

“No one meant any harm by it, Y/N.” The professor said.

“Now, why don’t you tell us all about Winter Fairies, educate the class, hm?” The professor suggested and she smiled.

“With pleasure!” She said and hopped off the desk.

“Us Winter Fairies are the only reason you humans have Winter in the first place! We work all through the year to prepare to change the Fall to Winter! Which, by the way, is the best season.” She said and I smiled.

“Wait, so there are other Fairies too? Like that bring the other seasons?” Someone asked.

“Duh! How do you think the seasons change?” She asked.

“How come we never learned about this until now, Professor?” Someone asked.

“Well, honestly, Y/N here offered to come and tell you all about it. She said we don’t do Fairies justice.” The professor said with a smile.

“Exactly! You really want to learn about Fairies from a Fairy.” She said.

“Now, there are different things that a Winter Fairy can do to help bring Winter to you humans. There’s the Frost Fairies, Snowflake Fairies, Glacier Fairies, and Winter Animal Fairies.” She said.

“Which one are you?” I asked and she smiled.

“I’m none of them.” She answered and everyone looked at her confused.

“What? Then how are you a Winter Fairy?” Someone asked.

“Because I’m the Princess!” She said and everyone looked shocked.

“My Father is the Lord of Winter and he had me. I can do everything.” She said and people were in awe.

“Y/N, will you please tell us about each of the Winter Fairies?” The professor asked.

“Of course!” She said as the professor pulled down a projector screen and turned it on. Frost Fairies were written on screen and showed different facts about them.

“Frost Fairies freeze every element of plant life and vegetation. Ya know, tree, flowers, grass, you name it! They can also conjure frost into all different kinds of shapes and they don’t just have to use their hands. They also make ice crystals with a single touch. If you wake up and there’s frost on the window, it was a Frost Fairy.” Y/N explained. The professor changed the page and it now said Snowflake Fairies with different facts.

“Now Snowflake Fairies are pretty self explanatory, they make snowflakes. They hand-craft snowflakes, all different types, sizes, and designs. They’re really talented and honestly making a snowflake is hard work. It needs to be perfect or it doesn’t go to the human world.” She said. The professor changed the paper to one that said Glacier Fairies with different facts.

“Glacier Fairies are the ones that make those ice blocks and freeze every body of water, be it rivers, lakes, or ponds. They’re also amazing ice-skaters.” She said with a smile. The professor changed the paper to Winter Animal Fairies with facts.

“Now this is probably one of my favorites.” Y/N said with a smile.

“Winter Animal Fairies over see the hand off of the animals that to see around in winter. We get them from the other seasons and they get their winter coats, sometimes change color, and get them ready for the long Winter season. The main job of Winter Animal Fairies is to train the Snow owls, but we look after all different kinds of animals. Winter Animal Fairies are also the best at sledding.” She said with a smile.

“So Winter Animals is your favorite job to do?” I asked and her smile grew.

“I’m not sure if I could really pick a favorite, but Animals are great to work with. I love snuggling with them, which isn’t really helpful, but how can you not?” She asked with a giggle. Her laugh was music to my ears.

“Do you Fairies ever date humans?” Fred asked and our professor gasped.

“Mr. Weasley, that is not a very appropriate question to ask!” They scolded.

“It’s fine, but it’s happened before. It’s rare, because us Faries enjoy our own company, plus it can get a little difficult with dating. Especially us Winter Fairies.” She explained and everyone looked at her confused.

“Why?” Someone asked.

“Us Winter Fairies have delicate wings, if we go in another season of too long our wings could and most likely will break, we’d never be able to fly again.” She said with a sigh.

“That’s happened before?” Someone asked and she nodded.

“It happened with my Father. He and my Mother weren’t able to be with each other since they’re from different climates, but now we have a way for us to be together for a short amount of time.” She answered with a small smile.

“So then can’t you just do whatever you guys do in the human world?” Fred asked and she shook her head.

“They figured out how the Fairies from the warm climates can visit us for long periods of time, for us Winter Fairies, they need to have snow from a machine they made to follow us around, which isn’t super helpful in the human world.” She answered.

“Wait then how are you talking with us for so long? It’s not freezing in here.” Someone asked.

“Since it’s Winter here, it’s colder than it would be inside. I can probably stick around in the classroom for another twenty minutes if I wanted to, but I would probably feel slightly ill.” She answered and I frowned slightly.

“Alright, well we won’t keep you any longer Y/N. Thank you for helping us learn about Winter Fairies.” Professor said and she smiled.

“Of course! I'll probably be around the castle a lot. I always love coming here in Winter!” She said and I smiled slightly.

“Maybe some of you will be able to see her flying around.” The professor said.

“Enjoy Winter everyone!” She said and turned back into the small blue shimmer. The professor opened a window and Y/N flew out and in a few circles, then she flew off and we couldn’t see her anymore. The bell rang and everyone gathered their things to leave.

“Georgie has a crush on a Winter Fairy!” Fred whispered to me and I blushed, but glared at him.

“Do not.” I said and he smirked.

“Oh, hi Y/N.” He said and I turned around but nothing was there. He started to laugh and I shoved him.

“Piss off!” I said and he only laughed harder.

“Oi, you heard her, maybe you can date her.” He said, catching up with me.

“Yeah right. You heard how dangerous it could be for her.” I said.

“Yeah, but you could always just conjure up her own little snow cloud for her.” He said and I smiled.

“Fred, you’re a genius!” I said and he smirked.

“I know. Now you’ll just have to hope you find her.” He said.

“You could really make a snow cloud?” Her voice sounded behind us. I jumped and turned to face her.

“Uh, I’ve never really tried but I’m sure there’s a spell somewhere for one.” I answered and she smiled.

“If you could figure it out, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’ve always wanted to explore the human world in other seasons… it’d be like a dream come true!” She said and I smiled.

“I’ll figure it out, promise.” I said and offered her my head.

“I’m George by the way, George Weasley.” I introduced myself.

“Y/N, as you know.” She said, shaking my hand.

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dreamcubed · 2 years

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cigarette daydreams | george weasley x reader

song; cigarette daydreams [cage the elephant] pairing; george weasley x ghost!hufflepuff!gender neutral!reader genre; angst, forbidden love word count; 2,1k timeline; order of the phoenix warnings; suicide, mentions of bullying summary; george didn't expect to meet the ghost of a hufflepuff descendant when he went for a walk one night, and he certainly didn't expect to learn a truly tragic life story of someone long forgotten, either

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"cigarette daydreams. you were only seventeen."

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Some nights would find George walking along the side of the Forbidden Forest, the sun long set and the shining moon out to play. As much as he loved hanging out with his twin brother, he enjoyed the peaceful nights that he could occasionally seize, and he enjoyed the feeling of the night breeze brushing his cheeks. But it wasn't a normal midnight walk for him, as he soon learned; in hindsight it was obvious before it even came to be.

The absence of the sounds he would normally hear, like the nocturnal birds chirping, and the rabbits rustling in the bushes. No, the atmosphere was silent, but it didn't quite touch the concept of eeriness. There was something human- or at least human-like- present, and for some reason he could sense it.

That was when he walked far enough to see the Northern side of a large willow tree; where he would normally see a shy fox or two curled up in a ball, he saw a shimmery translucent figure in a stereotypical white Victorian night gown. They were hovering a little way above the ground with their legs crossed loosely, and their gaze directed up at the sky. He stepped on a branch, and the snap sent an alert towards the unmistakable presence of a ghost.

"Oh, sorry," he said quickly, "I didn't mean-"

But they had vanished.

George couldn't stop thinking about the person, and their softened but sunken features: they appeared young, maybe around eighteen, but he knew all too well that ghosts' appearances could be deceiving.

It was the next night he visited the same place again, and even hung around for a couple hours, but to no avail. And he did that again, and again, night after night, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious ghost. They didn't seem to show any signs of returning any time soon.

"I'm starting to worry about you," Fred said, gracing a concerned gaze upon his twin brother. They were sat in the Gryffindor dormitories on a late Saturday morning.

"Why?"

"You're hardly sleeping. You're out every night in search of that ghost you probably just hallucinated."

"I didn't hallucinate them."

"You don't know tha-"

The door of the dormitory creaked open.

"Oh, that'll be Lee, I asked him to join us today," Fred said.

"So, what's the plan?" Lee asked as he looked upon the pair.

"We have plenty of time to get to that, don't worry, d'you want a sweet?" Fred replied.

"I'm good, thanks," the boy spoke, giving a sceptical look at the bright yellow sweet sat in Fred's palm, sitting down across from the yawning George, "What's got you so tired?"

Fred laughed as he walked over to his trunk, "He's been searching every night for a ghost he saw one time down by the forest."

"Ghost? Do you know who it was?"

George shook his head, "They were no one I've seen before."

"What did they look like?"

George looked upon Lee, finding a slither of hope within himself praying that his friend may know who the ghost was. The odds weren't good, though, how would Lee know about the mysterious ghost?

"They- they had really soft features, but they looked so exhausted," he began, "I couldn't tell what colour their eyes were, but they seemed tired yet calm? They were so confusing."

Lee hummed, "What were they wearing?"

"Like, a traditional white Victorian nightie, I think," he said, "I think they were barefoot."

"Did they look around seventeen or eighteen?"

George nodded.

"Then that will most likely have been Y/N."

"You know them?"

"Know them? How have you not heard the legend?"

George blanked, looking over at Fred who appeared just as confused as he was.

"You know a legend we don't?"

Lee nodded, "Apparently."

"Wait, what?" Fred said, "Tell us!"

"The ghost George saw was Y/N Hufflepuff."

"How did- how did they die?" George asked carefully, as Fred sat down next to him.

"Suicide," said Lee grimly, "They were bullied here at Hogwarts in every way imaginable, because they weren't good at anything to do with magic - and people noticed that a lot because they were a descendant of one of the founders."

"People thought they were a disappointment to their bloodline?"

Lee nodded, "They went down to the forest to kill themself in their sixth year, around 1650."

"Have you ever seen them?"

"No, but my mum did when she was here. She told me about the legend."

"They're not spotted a lot, then," Fred commented.

"Not by us. But the centaurs see them a lot, I believe."

George stared at his hands in his lap, "Can ghosts be brought back to life?"

Lee laughed, "Of course not."

***

The willow tree was where George found himself again that very night, the full moon glowing in the clear starry sky.

"George Weasley?" a gentle voice spoke, the echoing to it as clear as day.

"Yes?" he said, hoping against hope it was who he thought it was. Sure enough, the shimmering figure moved out from the wooded darkness to look at him.

"You were speaking of me." It was a statement, not a question.

He was taken aback, "How did you know?"

Their expressionless face shifted as they looked up at the stars, "I am Y/N Hufflepuff. The centaurs informed me of your curiosity."

George was impressed by the divination skills of the centaurs. "Why are you here?"

"I am here every night. I merely have not come out since you first saw me."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your peaceful time."

They shrugged, "I have all the time in the world, it does not make a difference."

How was it that their baby face looked so aged- or rather wisdomed? That wasn't even a word. "Have you ever met your descendants?"

"My descendants?"

"You know, the current living people who are related to Helga Hufflepuff."

Y/N shook their head, allowing a misty haze to follow their movements, "I was an only child. Any other descendants of Helga Hufflepuff will come from people who never knew me or my parents. They either won't know to come and find me or will be too afraid."

"Really? Well, I s'pose you have been gone long enough to be forgotten." George regretted saying that, it sounded like an insult.

Y/N appeared to pay no mind, "True. Have you ever met any of them?"

"Not that I know of."

They hummed.

"Do you ever talk to the other ghosts?"

"I speak with Helena sometimes."

"Helena?" he tilted his head.

"The Grey Lady."

"Oh."

"How do you know of me, Mr Weasley?"

"Just George is fine," he said, "My friend Lee told me. He said his mother saw you once in her time here."

"The young girl of 1964?"

George couldn't help but remark at their memory, not just in their accuracy and precision, but in the way they recalled with ease.

"I guess."

"I believe I gave her quite a fright. She kept coming back to look for me, though, much like yourself. Although, I never appeared for her again."

"Am I that special?"

"Perhaps. Or I am merely bored."

He chuckled, "Can you head up to the castle if you want?"

"Of course."

"Oh, well... if you want to visit me for a change, please do."

***

Y/N was surprised to see George at the willow tree the next morning, while he was surprised to see the vibrance that was hinting at their cheeks. Previously they had been completely blank.

"I have not been up to the castle in a very long time."

"Things haven't changed a lot," George said with a small smile, "Nobody's gonna be disturbed by the sight of a ghost." He gazed up at the castle. "Will you come up with me?"

Y/N followed the direction of his eyes.

***

It wasn't long before they arrived at one of the side entrances of Hogwarts Castle. George had described how he wanted them to meet his brother and his friends, but only if they were okay with it.

"Will they like me?" they eventually asked as they walked up to the Gryffindor portrait.

"I'm sure they will." George said the password to the Fat Lady, and it wasn't long before the door opened and they heard a rampage from inside. It revealed a tall ginger-haired boy identical to George, who was panting desperately.

"George- where have you been? And who's this?" he said between breaths.

George smiled, "Is Lee here?"

The boy nodded, "Why?"

"Let's all go up to the dorm. I have Y/N with me."

All three people and the ghost were soon gathered in the Gryffindor 7th year boys' dormitories. Y/N observed that Fred was like George in so many ways, except for a different glaze in his eyes. Lee resembled his mother a lot, and seemed eager to be meeting the legend she had told him of.

"So this is Y/N, then?" Fred grinned up at the ghost.

"Yup, Y/N Hufflepuff."

Wonder adorned their faces.

"I can't believe you're actually real. I half thought Lee was lying."

"Hey!" Lee said, glaring at Fred.

"What? You didn't exactly have a lot of proof."

Fred found the ghost fascinating, but he was worried George had developed feelings for the translucent being.

"How did you kill yourself?" Fred asked, earning a stern glare from George.

"Don't ask people how they died, Freddy."

"I do not mind. I lit myself on fire. The day before my eighteenth birthday."

Nobody asked the question of why, since they mostly already knew, but Y/N decided to continue anyway.

"I was a disgrace to my bloodline, as everyone said. I have never had a friend."

The room fell into silence, the awkward tension being particularly palpable.

"I don't know why everyone would think that a Hufflepuff lineage would ever be ashamed of one of their own," said Lee, "Their whole thing is loyalty and kindness."

The others agreed.

***

When eventually it reached the time to depart, George found himself in silence. He wondered about the feelings Y/N invoked in him, and why.

"How does it feel?" he asked, as he escorted Y/N back to the forest.

"How does what feel?"

"Being a ghost."

"Oh. It feels... empty. I do sometimes miss being alive... I just wish I had a better life to live."

"If it's any consolation, all the people who bullied you are long dead."

Y/N hummed, "As am I, don't you forget."

"Do you know if resurrection is possible?" George stopped in his tracks to ask.

"Resurrection? That is impossible."

"Surely there is some way..."

"You are growing unhealthily obsessed with me, George."

George shook his head, "I promise you I'm not."

"You clearly are... meeting you again was a big mistake."

"Don't say that."

Y/N pursed their lips, "The centaurs warned me that you would begin to feel things you shouldn't."

They examined George's features properly; there was a rosy tint on his cheeks, and he held a sweet but sad smile. He was their first friend in a very long time, and they would be sad to see him go.

"Thank you, George," they said.

"For what?"

"You have been entertaining, I will miss you."

His expression sunk, "Do you mean you'll never let me see you again?"

***

It was the day of the Weasley twins' grand escape from Hogwarts; to get away from the hellish presence of Umbridge with one final bang.

Y/N observed from the tree line of the Forbidden Forest, watching the fireworks light up the sky as the two boys on brooms danced circles around one another. A hole had been blown in the castle wall, where Y/N could just make out the outline of the short pink woman stood angrily.

The ginger-heads flew up higher into the sky, dancing on the praise being echoed by the rest of the students.

It had been months since they had spoken to the twins - and all Y/N had thought about since was George in particular. They truly missed him, their first human friend in centuries, if not ever.

It could never have worked between them; they did the right thing by hiding from him. Although, it certainly hurt watching him visit every night for a month and stand sadly by the trees until he gave up. They hadn't meant to hurt him - this was just better in the long run.

But Y/N still stared on with anguish as they saw the Weasley twins for what they assumed would be the last time.

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written; 19/10/2021 —> 18/06/2022 published; 18/06/2022 edited; —/—/——

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I Want You(George)

Heloo everyone I would like to say thank you for 18k sorry for a late story this week was my birthday. Anyways today story it around a TikTok I saw by the creator @imptic. Basically they use a filter saying it's a soulmate au where one of them dies and it turn black and white. With this song in the background. So I do hope you enjoy. 'I Want You' by Mitski

TikTok George list Masterlist

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In a world where finding your love will give you all the colors that are in the world. But if one partner were to die all the colors in the world will fade back to black and white.

Today is as normal as it’s always been. Waking up seeing him still lay next to me as I smile. Then the smile on my face fades as I rush to the bathroom with my head over the toilet vomiting. Slowly getting up and flushing the toilet. Taking glances over the bed to see him still there. The colors around us were so pretty. Then to look at me with a smile. Hearing a phone. Walking back into the room to see his phone ringing. George,’ I start to shake him as he stays asleep a little longer. ‘George come on you gotta get up.’ He turns to his side as he sees me rubbing his eyes. ‘Someone calling you,’ he gives a nod starting to sit up as he answers. Hearing his side of the call. It sounds like he will be busy today. So I decided to text some of my friends to make plans. ‘Sounds like I’m gonna be busy today babe,’ he looks over at me as I nod. ‘What time would you have to leave,’ He glances at his phone at me. ‘About 45 minutes but it takes like 25 minutes to get there so I will just get ready right now.’ He gets out of bed and I start to change as well. ‘Do you have any plans,’ turning my head to see him brushing his teeth. ‘I do I’m gonna have some lunch with friends.’

After leaving the house, I made it to where we were eating as we all talked about everything. While more friends join us. With some getting engaged and others expecting kids. George and I wanted to take it slow. But recently, I’ve been eating more. Throwing up in the morning. I didn’t want to get excited if this was just like something bad I act so I didn’t think much of it.

With George, he met up with his friends and other people that work in the company. George was keeping this a secret from y/n that he is ready to settle down and start a family with her. The boys were there because he just wanted them there honestly. They have gotten the ring size and the type of ring y/n would like. He was so excited to ask y/n. Once he finalized the purchase they hugged him. Now all he had to do was pop the question and make it official. He look at the ring one more time with a smile on his face. Bringing his phone out to text y/n that he loves them. But he never sent it. Telling his friends that he was leaving. He made his way to his car. Unlocking it getting inside his car. Fixing the mirror till there was a man in the back of his car with a gun. ‘Just give me what you have and I will leave you alone,’ that is what he heard. His body froze. He brought out everything that he had on him. The man in the back wasn’t impressed and was not happy about any of it. Till he notice that box. He lean over to open it and then looked at the front of the mirror. ‘Planning on proposing,’ George just stared back at him with a nod. ‘Such a shame you wouldn’t be there to ask.’

The lunch with them was ending as we made it to the front of the building walking to our cars. Saying goodbye to each of them the color of my eyes started to fade. Staying still. I wished it wasn’t true. One noticed and started to shake me, ‘y/n you okay?’ But the words from her mouth I couldn’t hear them. It was like in the movies. The only thing I did hear was ringing on my phone to see Dream calling. I answer. ‘Y/n! You need to come to the hospital it’s George! He got shot in the car it’s not looking good y/n please hurry,’ I stay still as I hear Dream trying to see if I would answer dropping my phone I tried to my car. The cars were slowly going to various greys. I found my car after 2 minutes. My friends were calling me. I drove off rushing to the hospital. Not stopping at signs. Rushing in yellow lights. Till I notice a hospital. Finding a spot. Turning off the car I rush in looking for Sapnap and Dream anywhere till I hear someone calling me. To see them waving their hands. ‘Did they tell you anything yet? Was he still alive? Was he breathing?’ Before one could answer a Doctor arrived, ‘for George,’ turning over to see him with a nod, ‘Ma’am I’m very sorry but he when he got here.’ The color was permanent. The colors were now black, grey, and white. My body started to feel weak that’s when I fell. Only seeing a light.

Waking up to see I was still at the hospital to see Dream and Sapnap with Hannah and Sylvee. Not knowing when they got here. To remember what happened before we got here. Feeling someone sit on my bed I turn my head to see him. ‘George’ I whisper as he nods bringing up my hand so he can kiss it. But the colors for me weren’t all the colors in the world just 3 plain colors. ‘You aren’t really here are you?’ My voice was shaking. He nods once more. ‘I love you sweetheart so much and I want you to know that before I go. You need to live your life with our child okay.’ He placed a hand on my cheek as I nod. I didn’t want him to go. To hear a knock on the door of the doctor. I turned to see where he was but he was gone. Everyone woke up then the doctor walked in with a smile. ‘How are you feeling y/n?’ He questioned as I give a small nod. ‘Well y/n I don’t know how else’s to it but while you were unconscious we took some tests and we would like you to know that you are 7 weeks pregnant.’ I feel my stomach as I remember once more what George says as I cry softly.

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playground love

*:･ﾟ summary: a surprise visit from Phil's nephew lands you and George a babysitting gig

*:･ﾟ pairing: cc!george x gn!reader

*:･ﾟ warnings: mentions of injury, mentions of marriage (joke)

*:･ﾟ note: love George but you can't deny this man would be frustrating to work with because he'd keep falling asleep

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"Y/n! George! Can you come up here for a bit?" Phil’s voice sounded out from the office window that overlooked the store.

"God I hope we’re not in trouble." George mumbles, climbing the stairs, still tired despite the slow day.

"What, afraid he’s gonna call you out for napping during your shift?"

"That was one time!" He tries to keep his exasperated tone quiet as the two of you approach Phil’s office.

"I’d like you both to meet my nephew, Michael!" Phil smiles, patting the back of a small child who's staring at his feet and tugging the bottom of his shirt. "Sorry to spring it on you two, but you’ll have to babysit him today."

You and George quickly share a look before Phil tacks on, "Don’t worry, he’s very well behaved." Another look was shared between you too, causing Phil to sigh and concede, "Fine, you can pick first for next week’s shifts."

You squat down beside the boy and give him a gentle smile. "Hi Michael, my name’s Y/n!"

The boy barely glances up at you and only mutters a polite "Hello Y/n."

George mirrors your stance and sends a small smile your way. "Hey buddy! Do you like coloring?"

Michael’s head snaps up as his eyes widen. You can't help but let out a slight laugh at his cute expression.

Both boys tear off towards the stairs as you shout a "Be careful!" after them. The sound of a tumble and then soft crying spurs a sigh from Phil. "Maybe you should get on that."

Right.

At the bottom of the stairs sat a crying Michael and an equally panicked George, who was desperately trying to calm the boy. Michael reached his tiny hands towards you and you brought the small boy into your arms in an attempt to comfort him.

One ice pack and two lollipops later, Michael was as happy as could be. He's perched on a comically large stool, swinging his feet back and forth as he draws next to your coworker.

"George! Why aren’t you drawing? You said you would help!" Michael whines a bit at the boy beside him.

Placing your hand on George’s head and ruffling his hair, you laugh. "That’s because pretty boy over here can’t tell his colors apart. Think you can teach him the colors, Michael?"

The boy’s face splits into a grin as he launches into an animated explanation of the rainbow.

The sound of the front door opening brings you back to the register. After checking out the customer, you feel a slight tug on your pants and look down to find a patiently waiting Michael. Once again, the boy reaches his hands up and you lift him into your grasp.

You give George a questioning look, but find no answer when he mirrors your confusion. Michael pokes your cheek to get your attention, holding a hand up next to your ear.

Leaning towards you, Michael asks, in the loudest whisper you’ve ever heard, "Is George your boyfriend?"

You can feel the shock run through your body at that moment. If you weren’t so utterly confused by this fever dream situation, you’d honestly be impressed by the fact that you didn’t drop the boy the second he asked you that question.

Instead, all you could do was stare at the "boyfriend" in question. His eyes were wide and his jaw might as well have been on the floor. His face was so red you would make a colorblind joke if you had the ability to. When you finally do remember how to speak, you sputter for a moment before managing anything coherent.

"W-what?! Michael, where’d you get that idea?" The boy looks at you with a very confused face, as if you just told him that aliens aren’t real.

"But you said he was pretty! And George said the same thing too. When we were drawing, I told him to draw something pretty and he drew you!" The boy might as well be exposing George’s deepest secrets with how much the Brit is groaning at him to stop.

George thought you were pretty?

"Michael! Your parents are here!" Phil’s voice once again makes an appearance from the office window and Michael hops down from your grasp.

"When you get married, can I come to the wedding?" The boy grins before racing up the stairs to Phil’s office.

Well, this was going to be an awkward shift.

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n04hfiction · 10 months

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don't know if you're still doing that ship thing buuuut- if you are this is my submission cause it's really cool and I keep seeing your posts about it lol

I shall just jump in bc- aa

I'm just barely 5'4- like I've been stuck at 5'3 for years and I celebrated when I grew an inch. I'm a trans guy who's demiaroace and gay!! brown eyes, brown hair, pale as hell- chronically ill too- fainting disorder, blood disorder- there's more.

autism, probably ocd- the basic depression anxiety trauma disorder combo

I'm learning guitar and bass (half way done learning scum on bass), I'm an editor, been editing for five years- I am an absolute space nerd who doesn't go a day without thinking about it- I write alot- fanfic writer who mainly writes about wilbur bc he's

he's stuck in my brain, I can't get rid of him, help me /hj

I write poetry- I've been working on a script for a Minecraft smp for two years- poured my heart n soul into it

uhhh I am decently quiet unless someone talks to me and gets me talking and then I don't shut up. I get forgotten bc I am so quiet which is like fine- I like my peace. I enjoy reading but when I can't read physical books I stick to fanfic. I bound a 200k+ word fic in two weeks bc I loved it sm. I really like cozy spaces and lots of blankets n pillows. I hate any number besides 0, 5, and 8- the rest are icky.

my favorite bands are Lovejoy, the front bottoms, los campesinos, fall out boy-

I hate blue origin and Elon musk (space x is on thin ice)

my favorite fun fact about me is that the curiosity Rover launched on my sixth birthday

oh- I'm a reality shifter, like- it's a special interest at this point. I've taught so many people (still haven't shifted yet AAA)

I'm hyper observant so I notice everything about everyone else- I'd make a good profiler to be fair

uhh last thing is that my favorite shows are Rizzoli and Isles, Heartstopper, The Closer and Criminal Minds- I'm interesting and not always in a good way-

lmk if you need more cause I might not have done this well lol

oh another thing- I had a forensic science hyperfixation years ago bc I wanted to be like Connor from DBH and now my name is Connor so-- I achieved it nonetheless!

hey hey i ship you with george!!

congratulates you for your like half inch you grew but also teases you for it xD he probably deadass baked a (burnt) cake when it happened and then 20 minutes go by and he’s like “HAHAHAH YOUR SO SHORT” cuz george is like 5’9(?)

tries to help you w/ all your disorders, but he doesn’t always understand all of them that well and ends up feeling awful, my baby just wants to help :( <3

sister is shook that you can read so much so god damn fast, he’ll be like “BRO TEACH ME HOW TO READ MY EMAILS THAT FAST” cuz i can just see him stalling on that kind of stuff lmfao, especially if it’s for work

loves to get you talking he just thinks it’s the best and cutest thing ever xD

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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Dance Party - George Weasley x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend of 1 year George decided to stay in his dorm room during a free period together, the room was empty and left the two of you bored out of your mind before George decided to shuffle through his music records collection and flipped your boredom around with a dance party.

Pairing: George Weasley x Female Reader

Story Setting: This fanfiction is set in your 5th year of Hogwarts during the Order of the Phoenix.

Warnings⚠️: None this one is pure fluff.

A/N: Hey sexy it's Angel here, this week I've decided to write some more super short one-shots for all of you, I'll be sure to make one for at least all of the Harry Potter boys and girls because it's super easy, and, and don't require a lot of time, anyway enjoy love you. xx

Word Count: 823

✯¸.•´¨*•✿Dance Party✿•*¨`•.¸✯

"Hmm how about reading or wizards chess perhaps?" you suggested to the bored-looking George Weasley laying on his singular bed right on his front side like a platypus laying lazily on a slow-moving river, he puts thumbs down right up in the air signaling a no to you. You sigh at his hand signal before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, "Georgie we have about an hour to kill this free period, what would you like to do? you asked gently with a smile at your stultify ginger boyfriend, he groans before lifting himself up and taking a seat right next to you, planting a gentle kiss on your neck leaving you into a fit of a giggle. "Hmm I think I have some sort of idea" he blurted pulling out a cardboard box form underneath his bed.

A box of records emerges, and a selection of some of the most popular wizarding world bands and solo artists could be found inside, you look at it curiously as your boyfriend flick through the records carefully choosing the Weird Sisters Classic vinyl record album, he looks over at you with a cheeky smile, "Recognize them?", your smile elevated into an enthusiastic one, "Are you kidding I absolutely adore the Weird Sisters...what are you waiting for Georgie play it" you request eagerly sending your boyfriend into a laughing frenzy. He quickly spots his and Fred's phonograph on top of his wooden dresser as he carefully places the vinyl record down, making sure it plays clearly and at a good volume, the track starts playing leading George into a satisfied nod.

George turned back to you dancing his way over to his bed and offering a hand like a gentleman would, you giggle loudly at the sight of your silly boyfriend taking his hand without hesitation. Both of you dance around each other and reacting all the lyrics out loud singing them to each other with a few laughs here and there, you even managed to dance closely into George leaning your backside against his body grinding away with rhythm, inflaming his cheeks hot and red. After a while the both of you start jumping around George's bed as your favorite songs start playing through the album, you dance freely creating an absolute mess of his bed with pillows scattered all over the floor, his bed sheets now all wrinkled and his blanket placed on another bed beside his.

When the album starts playing the rest of the songs you didn't know George went over and turned off the phonograph, as you lay still on his now messy bed, "Well how was that?" he asked climbing on top of you trapping your legs still with his thighs, you smile joyfully pulling him into a kiss. "That was awesome, I had no idea you were such a dancer love", you mentioned putting a proud smile on his face, George looked at his alarm clock to find that the both of you have about 20 minutes left before you have to go to a class, "Well we have about 20 minutes left got any idea of what we can do next?" he asked still on top of you, "Hmm let me think" you responded taking about a minute to think until a playful smile displayed across your face. "Georgie does a make-out session sound like a good idea to you?" you offered, giving him sultry almost siren like eyes, he gulped.

"That sounds amazing love, what a good thinker you are", he confidently leans down lower to you as he starts slow, growing more and more desperate and hungry for your lips, George was a true expert in kissing, he always seems to know the right thing to do, he bits the bottom of your lips and uses his tongue tangling it with yours, leaving you breathless yet starved. After the make-out session, you sat on your boyfriend's lap staring deep into his chocolate-like brown eyes, as the state of your uniform was a complete mess like a good replica of his bed, "Georgie maybe we should do some cleanup before we head out to charms" you suggested planting another kiss into his lips. "Alright love that's not a bad idea, I wouldn't want Fred and the others to kill me for being all messy" he replies smiling before picking you up still in his arm, whipping out his wand. "Aren't you glad we're capable of magic" he smirks swinging it around as magic did it's thing tidying up his bed.

You and George shared a smile, "Good job love, now let's go to class otherwise we'll be late" you suggested as he nodded and drop you down gently holding each other's hand as George carry all your books as long with his making sure he shut the door and fixes your messy uniform before leaving and heading into your next class of the day.

#george weasley #weasley twins #george x you #george x reader #george x y/n #female reader #hogwarts #fluff #romantic #imagine #hp fanfcition #hp fanfic #hp fandom #wizarding world #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter series #harry potter fandom #gryffindor

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masivechaos · 2 years

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george weasley x fem! reader

prompt: holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together (from this prompt list @creativepromptfills)

warnings: fluff, jumping into water and being scared?

word count: 0.2k

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You closed your eyes “Do we really have to do this?” you asked uncertain, as you looked down. You were on vacation with George and today you decided to go swimming. You were now on top of a small cliff to jump into the water.

George took your hand in his, gripping it strong “We’ll do it together. Trust me” You breathed in as you stepped forward, your toes were in the void.

You felt George pressing a kiss on your temple “It’s gonna be fun” he whispered before bending his knees, preparing to jump.

“Ready?” he asked with an encouraging smile. You shut your eyes and nodded “Yeah”. The second after you were in the air, George’s hand still holding yours.

Water touched your ankles, your calves, your thighs, your entire body. You let George’s hand go to keep your head off the water.

He swimmed to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, he pulled your wet hair out of your face “See? Wasn’t so bad” you looped your arms around his shoulders and captured his lips tenderly.

“Not so bad” you teased with a smirk. George shook his head before kissing you, with his hand against the small of your back and the other on your cheek.

#margot's daily blurb! ੈ✩‧₊˚#margot is writing! ੈ✩‧₊˚#harry potter #george weasley #george #george x reader #george x you #george x y/n #george weasley x you #george weasley x reader #fred weasley #weasley twins #weasley family

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deliwrites · 1 year

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ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕝𝕦𝕥 // 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖔𝖓𝖊 // Dream Team

// DATE // 26th of October 2022 // PAIRING // DreamTeam x fem!Reader, george x fem!reader, sapnap x fem!reader, dream x fem!reader // WARNING // flirty!reader, ACTUAL NSFW PICS(sensored, tried to very in body types, it was hard to find tho), Phone masturbation, use of real names, tease!reader, playgirl(ish)!reader, sexting // WORDS // 2,5k+ // SUMMARY // George is in America, so the teasing begins as you wait impatiently for your visa. // SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part two // Part three // Part Four // I'm open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

George had just met up with Nick in Orlando. But I couldn't let him off so easily for leaving me. I know I was being petty. I just love teasing them. And with George far away as well, that just made it all the easier.

When I teased him before, there would be consequences. He would keep the punishments for when we met in real life. I wouldn't lie, I enjoyed the punishments every time.

But now, there are no consequences. I left the texts at that for now. Leaving him to wait in anticipation.

It was dinner time, so I strut into the kitchen. Waiting patiently for one of them to call me. They promised they would once they had all met up. While in the middle of mixing pancake batter, my phone started ringing.

💚 Clay 💚

Clay was calling me. With a giddy smile, I pick up. Turning on my cam for them.

"Hey, cuties!" I call out. Setting up my phone, so I could continue mixing the batter.

"Hey Y/n," the three of them call back.

"What are you wearing?" Nick sounds confused, making me stop mixing. Looking down at myself.

"I'm just wearing shorts and a crop top," I chuckle. "How does that confuse you? Do I not look cute?" I pout.

"You always look cute, Y/n/n," Clay says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Thank you, Clay," with a prideful smile I continue mixing.

"Whatcha making?" George asks.

"Pancakes, but let's stop talking about me," I stick out my tongue. "How was the meet-up? Tell me everything!"

"Well, first," George starts. "I got so lost in the airport," He chuckles, continuing his story, while I turn away from my phone for just a minute. Putting down the mixing bowl, I grab a ladle, placing it by the stove next to my phone.

"All you had to do was follow the signs, and you manage to get lost," Clay bullies George, I can picture him rolling his eyes. Though, I can't see it. My back is still facing my phone when I bend over. Shamelessly putting my ass on display for them, a tiny smirk playing on my lips. To my surprise, they stay silent as I grab the frying pan. Coming back up, I turned swiftly back to the stove. Wishing I knew what faces they were pulling right now.

"And then what?" I ask.

"Right, uhm, yes, then I got escorted by staff. They had heard that there would be a lot of commotion at the airport. So that was nice," George chuckles. "After getting my luggage, I found Nick. He had bought a stupid whiteboard-"

"Ha-ha-ha, at least I got something with your name written on it," Nick cuts him off. "But anyways, we then safely got to the car. Drove home, and I kid you not. These two were nervous as hell," he chuckles as the other two protest his claim. Making me giggle at the banter. Filling the heated pan with butter, waiting for it to melt.

"I think, I'll go ahead and believe Nick," I point my spatula at my phone, laughing cause I could already picture George looking offended. Clay probably too but I had no idea what he looked like.

"Clay was literally a bouncing ball in the house. He was nervous and excited," Nick continues. "George was nervous and very giddy."

"I'm not surprised," I smiled, pouring in the first amount of batter for the pancake. "I would be all of those, along with ... anxiety," I sing-song 'anxiety'. Chuckles coming from them.

"When you're finally here, we'll take care of you," Clay says reassuringly.

"God, I hope it's soon," George groans desperately. "Y/n, I need you here! I need you to keep me sane with these two."

"Excuse me!" Nick and Clay exclaim. Giggling, I put my first pancake on a plate. I listen to them fight it out as I put more batter in the pan. Then dressing up my pancake.

"I'm very impatiently waiting," I tell them, cutting into the 'fight'. "So impatiently, in fact, I may have packed a box or two already," I send them a grimace, before pouting. "I just wanna be there too," I whine softly.

"Soon," they promise me.

A week goes by. Sadly, still no visa for me. But in that week I got more than enough teasing in.

Y/n Hey Nick, you wanna see what I got? 👀 🧡 Nick 🧡 Of course, what did you get, darling Y/n 😈 I hope you're alone

What do you think of my new thigh highs? 🧡 Nick 🧡 🤤 Look at you, darling So gorgeous Y/n put them on just for you 🧡 Nick 🧡 Aren't you just the sweetest 😏 If only I wasn't currently walking through IKEA with the others. Y/n Have I caused a little problem? 😏 🧡 Nick 🧡 Yes, but I'm wearing sweats So, I'm in luck But I hope you know how much trouble you'll be in when you're here. Y/n Is that a threat or a promise 🥵 🧡 Nick 🧡 You naughty minx You'll figure it out soon enough

I was seriously getting so impatient. We would call every night, but now I didn't get to see any of them on cam. They would always be in the same room when they called me.

One night they were even spam-calling me while I was ... busy.

💚 Clay 💚 is calling

ignores call.

💙 Georgie 💙 is calling

groans in frustration ignoring the call.

🧡 Nick 🧡 is calling

Sighing audibly, I swipe away from the porn. Answer the call.

"STOP CALLING ME!" I yell down at the speaker. It's followed by silence from them. The room just filled with my panting and the sound of my vibrator. Very much actively vibrating inside me.

"Is- is that-"

"Yes!" I cut Clay off. "I'll call back later, let me fucking fuck myself please!" I whine, so fucking desperate for an orgasm. Having been chasing that high for the past 5 minutes they've been calling me.

"Uh- yes," George answers hanging up the phone, or at least, I think he does. With a sigh of relief, I pull the porn back up. Hand slipping back to my vibrator. Slamming it inside me with the thursts the male makes in the video.

It takes just 5 more minutes before I finally reach my high. Dropping my phone next to my head. Panting heavily, I twitch as I take the toy out. A squeak leaves my lips when it accidentally rubs against my clit.

"Shit, that was hot," my eyes widen at the unexpected voice. A voice I immediately recognize as Nick's.

"Are you serious," I mutter breathlessly. "You know what, fuck you guys, no call tonight," reaching for my phone, I ignore their protests. Hanging up the phone.

I can't believe they stayed and listened to me masturbate. If I had realised that would have been so much hotter. I wouldn't have even needed the porn. They could have talked me through it. Tell me what to do. I would even willingly turn on my cam. Show them exactly what I was up to.

I doubt they would agree with that tho, all together that is.

Y/n So, did you enjoy hearing me, last night? 🙄 💚 Clay 💚 Baby, hear me out I may have stopped George from hanging up I just couldn't pass up such an opportunity 😏 Y/n So you let the other two hear it too Maybe if you called me privately 💚 Clay 💚 Maybe what? Y/n Maybe I would have answered Let you listen to me 👀 💚 Clay 💚 God those pretty noises you make They are still playing on repeat in my head Y/n Yeah? 😏 Liked it that much? 💚 Clay 💚 How could I not? You are so gorgeous in every way Y/n What about this?

Am I gorgeous in this? 💚 Clay 💚 Is that new? Y/n It is 😊 It reminded me of you, so I bought it 💚 Clay 💚 It looks beautiful on you 🤤 Bring it Y/n I will 💚 Clay 💚 Good Cause I'm gonna fuck you in it 😈

In the next three weeks, I had multiple late-night calls with all three. Separately, sadly. I listened to their commands, masturbating to their wishes. Hearing them fap on the other side. It was honestly, so hot.

"Pull your shirt up," Nick would say. "Slowly, make them titties bounce."

"Awh, are you wearing those just for me?" George's voice is surprisingly deep. "Spread those thighs for me, love."

"Bounce that pretty ass for me, baby," Clay's voice sounds so raspy when says it. It sends delicious chills down my spine.

Finally

Fucking finally, my visa arrives.

7 weeks after George left for America. It's finally here. It arrives early in the morning. 9 am to be precise. It's literally midnight for them. Do I care? No, not really.

Midnight their time, I'm spam-calling the group chat.

"Answer the fucking phone, idiots!" They end up not answering. Huffing in frustration. I end up posting it to Twitter before they even find out. Of course, I first called my parents about the news. Mom was able to leave her job early. Lucky her for having a good bond with her boss. Dad sadly couldn't get off, but he would definitely be there tomorrow.

y/u/n - 1m The idiots wouldn't wake up. So you guys are the first to know. I GOT MY VISA!

Not long after I posted the tweet, mom arrives. She's come with empty boxes upon empty boxes. Even though I wasn't taking everything with me. For the next few hours, we are running through the house. Gathering the most important stuff that I needed to take. Clothes for at least a few days go into my suitcase, along with other necessities.

Mom spoke so lovely about this entire situation. I was kinda surprised. When I first told her about this plan she was very hesitant. She was worried for me, which I understood. I would be moving thousands of miles away. To live with three boys that I met on the internet. She had spoken to them before but for all we knew, that could all be fake.

But when she had gotten more used to the idea. Noticed how much fun I had with these boys. She started getting to know them herself. She obviously knew George, but Nick and Clay were an entirely different story. She basically did an entire background check on them. How you might ask. Well, when she came over months ago, we were baking a cake for dad's birthday. While we were busy, they ended up calling. I was going to decline, but she told me to answer them. I couldn't even get a word in before she went ahead. Introducing herself and immediately asking questions. It overwhelmed them a bit, but they too understood the concern. They promised her they would take good care of me. Which that helped my mom calm down from her own worries.

"Have you booked a flight yet, then?" she asks me. We were currently in my bedroom. Throwing clothes, either on the bed or into a suitcase. Mom was folding them neatly, while I decided which went where.

"No, not yet," I tell her. Throwing a beautiful sundress into my suitcase.

"Hun, you should wear it on the day of the flight," she says, taking the dress out of the suitcase. "You'll make them swoon," she wiggles her eyebrows teasingly.

"Mom!" I gasp, giggling at her actions. "They are just friends," she hums like she doesn't believe me. Putting the dress back on a hanger. She stands up and hangs it on the closet door.

"I still think you should wear it."

"Alright, I'll wear it," I give in with a fake annoyed sigh. "But, yeah, I haven't booked a flight yet. I need them to be awake for that. They need to be able to pick me up."

"And they still haven't called back yet?" she asks.

"No, they are probably stil-" my sentence is cut short when my phone starts to ring. My mom is quicker than me. Grabbing my phone from the bed. She answers the call, putting it on speaker.

"Well, good morning Nick, did you have a nice sleep?" she asks kindly, having read his name on the contact. Though I can't help but giggle. Already imagining the confused look on Nick's face.

"Good afternoon, Mrs y/l/n," Nick answers, soon followed by the same greeting from the other two.

"Oh, you're all here, how wonderful," Mom talks with delight. "Did you hear the news yet?"

"Ah, no, we just woke up," Clay answers.

"What the news," George asks curiously.

"Oh, George dear, it's so good to hear your voice," I palm my face, which she notices. "Anyways, my daughter dearest has finally received her visa."

"Really!?" Clay's voice is filled with disbelief but excitement.

"Yes, I can't believe you guys ignored my calls," I pout, not that they could see.

"We're sorry," Nick apologizes sincerely. "Who else have you told?"

"Twitter," my mom answers quickly. Almost rubbing in the disappointment she has on my behalf. George audibly sucks in a breath. "But it's alright, as long as you promise to take good care of my angel."

"We promise! 100%," Clay promises wholeheartedly. "Cros my heart and hope to die."

"Good," she says sternly. "Now, I'll give you my daughter. You guys can go discuss a flight," she hands me my phone, standing up from the bed. "I'll be in the kitchen making us some tea, alright?"

"Thanks, mom," I smile, sending her a kiss as she leaves.

"Yeah, yeah," she says, closing my bedroom door behind her. Taking the phone off speaker, I put it against my ear.

"Surprise," I tell them. The line is instantly filled with chaotic screams. They are talking over each other. Here and there I can catch onto a few sentences.

"George, go look up flights," Nick.

"Her room is not ready!" Clay exclaims.

"8pm flight?" George.

"Guys, calm down," I giggle. The screams slowly coming to a stop. "Look, I'm not packed. Mom is a big help and my suitcases are almost ready. But I still have my entire setup to pack and organize for safe shipping-"

"Don't worry about your setup," Clay cuts me off. "We'll get you a new one here."

"I- Clay, that's going to cost me a fortune."

"Y/n, I said we. It's going to be fine. All you have to worry about is the flight. Anything else that does not hold important value to you. We can buy here."

"I-," I huff a sigh, contemplating as I look around my room. "I need to go through more of my stuff first. Can I call you guys back at like, dinner time, my time?"

"Of course, take your time. We'll be one call away at any time-"

"Beside midnight for some reason," I cut Nick off, fake annoyance lacing my voice.

"We said we were sorry!" George says making me giggle.

"I know, I'll talk to you guys later, okay?"

"Yes, good luck packing. If you have any questions on what you do or don't have to bring, just message us okay?"

"I will, see you soon," I grin before hanging up. A content sigh leaving my lips. It's finally happening.

// MASTERLIST // ANONLIST //

// SERIES // Intro // Part One // Part two // Part three // Part Four // I'm open for serie title suggestions for this one! Feel free to comment your suggestion here or sent it into my inbox!

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corpsebridx · 1 year

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Grabbing their collar

Character:Dream,George,Sapnap,Karl jacobs,Quackity

A/N: I saw someone do this, I forgot they're @.Also, y/n(you) is shorter than them…Oh and Merry early Christmas

Dream

Would smirk

(I’m not kidding)

The only way you could get his attention

10/10 love it

George

Little blushy boi

Red as a fucking tomato

“Youknowidon’treallyhatethis”

9/10 Just don’t tug on his collar hard

Sapnap

You were in a store(So like Walmart)

When you decide to this(He wasn’t listening)

Smirk 😏

10/10 would do it again

Karl jacobs

You did this on stream

Blushy blushy boi

“How's the weather down there shorty?”(I’m sorry)

9/10 love it but in private

Quackity

During height check

And you decide to pull this shit crap

Small blush but chat caught it

9/10 loves it, but you know not on stream

#mcyt headcanons #mcyt imagine #dsmp headcannons #dream x y/n #george x y/n #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #quackity x y/n

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mclqren · 22 days

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THE LECLERC CHRONICLES ★ F1 GRID

PAIRING ✦ charles leclerc x fem!younger sister!reader ; f1 grid x fem!leclerc!reader

SUMMARY ✦ you're the younger sister of charles leclerc, and your relationship with the rest of the f1 grid has the internet going crazy [ SMAU ]

WARNINGS ✦ cursing

REQUESTED ✦ here!

NOTES ✦ reader is 22 years old, and the youngest leclerc sibling. this one is a bit shorter than my other smaus, sorry for that! the fc i've used is lexi jayde, but feel free to picture whoever you want! my requests are open so feel free to leave a request :)

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charles_leclerc the last slide??? im telling maman ☹️

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landonorris the coat in bahrain weather??

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yourusername

( caption one: the third wheel lifestyle is NOTTT for the weak 😔 + tags | caption two: yeah i took this photo asw. can they stop being so fucking happy please it's making me depressed 😔 )

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yourusername who needs a man when you have kika 😘 ( ps no clue who the other people in the last pic were, but whatevs )

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logansargeant clearly??

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landonorris y/n's signature pose: hands under the chin (she forced me to post this please come save me guys)

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pierregasly are you just after everyone's girlfriend then?

yourusername yup! single life = hoe life, @/alex_albon lily's next 😘

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yourusername hey alexa, play art deco by lana del rey ( 📸 @/arthur_leclerc )

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user10 SHE LISTENS TO LANA?

user11 SHE'S ONE OF US FR

user12 the dress wooowwww

charles_leclerc when did you take these 🤨

yourusername don't worry about it 💗

arthur_leclerc we had tons of fun without you ❤️❤️

yourusername ARTHUR DON'T BE MEAN (it's true)

charles_leclerc ☹️☹️☹️

lilymhe 😍😍

yourusername LOVE YOU LILS 💗

yourusername but also ops on leaving alex for me...just for research purposes

alex_albon Y/N STOP IT SHE'S MY GF

yourusername leave me alone im single and sad :(

lance_stroll did i not buy you that dress for christmas

yourusername yes you did!! thanks again lance it was a LOVELY investment 😘

yourusername

( caption one: guess where i am!! 🇦🇺 | caption two: yeah yeah the flag gave it away whatever look at my new best friends 🦒 )

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yourusername aussie aussie aussie... (australians finish the chant)

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user13 she's so perfect

user14 wait is she charles' sister??

user15 yup!! she's the youngest of the leclerc siblings

oscarpiastri coming from an australian...no 🧡

yourusername lucky for me ur not the only australian i know...so!

danielricciardo OI OI OI 🇦🇺🇦🇺

yourusername @/oscarpiastri LOOLLLL POINT MADE

oscarpiastri DANIEL WE'RE MEANT TO BE AUSSIE BUDDIES WHY WOULD YOU BETRAY ME

danielricciardo THE CHANT WAS CALLING TO ME I CANT HELP IT

charles_leclerc FORZA FERRARI

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️❤️

yourusername idk red's not really my color...might have to step into the mclaren paddock next time to see if orange suits me better

charles_leclerc as my sister you can't fraternise with the enemy

yourusername yeah but y/n leclerc does whatever she pleases and right now she wants to wear an orange jacket 🤷‍♀️

landonorris *papaya, not orange

yourusername yeah yeah pls give me a vip paddock pass for japan thank you lan 😘🫶

georgerussell63 the first picture??

yourusername i dropped my ice cream and my WONDERFUL brother decided to capture the moment instead of comforting me ☹️

charles_leclerc it was so funny you just had to be there

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yourusername FERRARI 1-2 I KNOW THAT'S RIGHTTT!! PROUD OF MY BROTHER(S) (and little lando norris congrats on 3rd 😘)

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user16 THE CAPTIONNN BROTHERS IM CRYING

user17 the way she said in a podcast once that carlos being in her life was like having ANOTHER older brother makes me cry its so sweet

user18 FERRARI IS MY RED FLAG YESSS 🚩🚩

charles_leclerc rare post of you being proud of me?

yourusername it's mainly for carlos...but i'm proud of you too i guess!

charles_leclerc but i'm your brother??

yourusername idk ur both my brothers in my eyes 💗💗

carlossainz55 te amo y/n! ❤️

logansargeant embracing your inner cowboy, i see! very american of you 🤠

yourusername RAHHH WHAT IS A KILOMETRE 🦅🦅🦅

lance_stroll nurse, she got out again

yourusername SHUT UP LANCELOT ur just jealous that i prefer america to canada!! ❤️

landonorris thanks for the caption y/n, but are you not looking for a way out of the ferrari paddock...🤨🤨

yourusername unfortunately mr norris i have to be a supportive big sister on days like today, where my dear brother has done an exceptional job at racing. i hope you understand, and i offer you my deepest condolences ❤️

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might make a p2 to this idk :)

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coco-loco-nut · 16 days

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Book Club

Pairing: The grid x driver!reader, Lance Stroll x reader

Summary: A wild goose chase ensues when you are at a meeting with your book club

requests are open (plz send some, i can’t keep only getting ideas while driving 🥺) masterlist

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“Guys, have you seen y/n?” Lance panics, rushing into the McLaren garage. It’s not the first time his girlfriend had disappeared from her garage but he’s always been able to find you a few steps away.

“She’s missing?” Lando leaped out of his chair. “Come on, Oscar, we gotta find her,” Lando drags his teammate out of the garage, following Lance to the Mercedes garage to find George.

“Any y/n sightings?” a very stressed out Lance asks.

“No, but now I am invested,” the Brit tags along in the search, hopping over to the Ferrari garage.

“Mes amis, you seem stressed,” Charles says, looking up from his book.

“Y/n is missing, Lance can’t find his girlfriend,” Oscar sighs, not sure why he isn’t leaving the group.

“No, we must join the quest, Charles,” Carlos says, clapping his teammate on the shoulder.

“Alright, only for y/n,” Charles, like oscar, begrudgingly agrees to join the ‘noble quest’.

Meanwhile, y/n is sitting on the couch, wearing a chunky cardigan and a pair of fashion glasses, sipping tea.

“No, Lizzy was clearly in love with Darcy even then,” Fernando waves his hands. This month’s book was Pride and Prejudice.

“Sure, Fernando,” Valtteri rolls his eyes.

The book club, affectionately called ‘The Old Drivers Club’ started when y/n barged into the Haas garage, claiming she needed their opinions and that she was tired of all the young drivers. Despite her being only 21, she found a home with some of the older drivers in the Paddock. The club consisted of her, Fernando, Valtteri, Kevin, and Nico. Lewis wanted to hold on to his youth, as he claimed, and Checo didn’t quite care for their gossip sessions.

“I still don’t understand how you can go from a 20 year old party animal to a 80 year old grandma overnight,” Kevin teases the young girl, bringing up a common point of conversation (usually her complaining about the younger drivers).

“And I don’t understand how you all don’t find Nico attractive? If I was ten years older, I would be all over him. God damn, what a fine man,” you swoon, causing the German to blush fiercely.

“Yes, yes, someone who could outshine Charles Leclerc in his prime,” Fernando dismisses it with the wave of his hand. You giggle and refocus on the book discussion.

“Nando,” you prompt him, silently asking him to go to the next topic.

“Alright, alright, let’s discuss what was probably y/n’s favorite scene, the confession scene. The second one, not in the rain,” Fernando says, and you shyly look down, the older drivers knowing you too well.

“Max, Checo, have you seen y/n?” Lance asks, even more flustered, half the grid behind him.

“Y/n? Why do you ask?” Max says, looking at his teammate.

“She’s missing!” Lando exclaims causing Checo to laugh.

“No, no. She’s with her book club, in the Haas motor home. I sometimes join them, interesting gossip, but not quite for me, no,” Checo says, looking oddly at the group.

“Her- her book club?” Lance asks, utterly confused.

“Si. Lewis has been invited too, but he claims he is too young,” Checo laughs to himself.

“Sorry mate, a book club?” George asks, a little offended he was never invited.

“And gossip? I’m a little offended I’ve never been invited,” Pierre gasps.

“Well? Is that all,” Max asks, wanting the group to leave his garage.

“Right, well I guess we go to Haas,” Carlos says, quickly thanking the Red Bull drivers.

“VALTTERI!” Your astonished gasp is heard from outside. Your group had moved on to what some think is the more enjoyable part of the evening, the gossip.

“Y/n! Oh thank god, we were worried sick,” Lando dramatically says at the doorway, having opened the door, revealing your group. The five of you look at the other group wildly confused.

“Worried sick?” You ask, looking at them.

“You were missing, I couldn’t find you,” Lance scratches the back of his neck, a little confused.

“I,” you pause before laughing. “Lancelot, you could’ve texted me,” you tell him.

“Why weren’t Pierre and I invited?” George asks, looking accusingly at your group.

“You don’t fit the criteria,” Kevin says, dismissing the question.

“And y/n does?” Pierre asks.

“Yes. When she sits upside down on your couch to gossip and complain about you all, and ask for life advice, then we might consider it,” Nico shakes his head.

“She is the founder of our group,” Valtteri points out.

“You also have to find young Nico attractive, more than current Charles,” Fernando teases, causing the young girl to blush.

“He was!” You defend yourself, and Carlos nods in agreement.

“Your girlfriend, mate. I’m surprisingly glad I tagged along,” Oscar says to Lance, pretty amused at the chaos.

“Out of curiosity, what is your next book?” George asks, your face lighting up.

“We are on a classics kick right now, so we are reading the No Fear version of Romeo and Juliet,” you say excitedly causing George and Charles to groan.

“We can’t join?” Charles asks again.

“Sorry, Leclerc, only room for one hot driver here,” Nico winks at you, causing your cheeks to redden.

“HEY!” most of the drivers in the room take offense to it, Lando mainly because the wink was directed at his girlfriend.

“Alas, if only you didn’t have a wife and kid, and I was ten years older,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“In another life, Mein Liebchen,” Nico sighs as well.

“Alright, I’m stealing back my girlfriend,” Lance pulls you away.

“Lancelot,” you giggle, waving goodbye to your book club.

“It is in these moments that I remember how young she is and how old we are,” Fernando sighs, Lewis taking your seat.

“My bones ache more and more each day, mate,” Lewis shakes his head.

“Welcome to our club, have the first act read by the next race,”

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imagines-babes · 2 years

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Home (George)

So today's story is short (673 words) and I thought it is a cute short story. So George and the reader have a son. One day George picked his son up at school. The son, Brian, asked "what is his home?" truly this song is inspired by "Home" by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zero. Okay till next week bye

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It was like any other day, A dad picking up my son from school. Driving back home to make food or to order take out. "What's your home, dad?" George looked over at his son with his head tilting. "What do you mean Brian?" George looks in the rearview mirror as he questions his son. "Well, today my teacher was talking about home. And we all raise our hand that we had a home. Will she laugh and said, that a home can also mean who you are with or something that makes you feel safe? So who's your home Dad?" George laughs at his son with just a smile. "Well, my home is wherever you and your mom are." Brian just nods as he looks out the window. With the cars around us passed. He started to point at them saying the colors or to just count. While we stop with some traffic. "Dad," George looked back at the mirror with a nod, "How did you know mom was you home?" George started to think about the time you both first talked. But that wasn't it. Then thought about the late-night calls and they live long distances. Then again that wasn't it. Till it pops into his head. "Well, there was a time when your mom and I lived very far away. And I was at my lowest cause all my friends and your mom lived in us while I live in the Uk." Brian was focused on his father's words looking back at the mirror, "So we had a groupchat me, your mom, uncle clay, uncle Sapnap, uncle Alex, uncle Karl, and aunt Tina. I decided to type that I wasn't feeling too well." His son started to get worried, "why weren't you feeling well dad?" his son waited for an answer. "Well before I could come to live here. I had to wait for something that I could travel to any time I want. During that time I was lonely and wanted someone to come over to just visit or something." George started to remember the time of those emotions. The cars around him moved. He let the brake off slowly starting to drive. "So that week, I had a knock om my door. I was confused cause I didn't order anything. Then to open the there was-" George was going to proceed with his words till his son interrupted. "That when mommy came to visit you right as a surprise?" George laughs as he nods. "Yes, that's when mom came to visit she stayed with me till everyone else came the following days. It was nice to see everyone. Plus they also saw other people around the UK. Fans, and Friends. That week your mom met my parents." The memories started to flash in his head. With all just a smile. "A month or so passed as one of them left. Finally, it was time for your mom to leave. They didn't want to leave. All we did was hug as they call for the plane number. That's when mom left. And I think that's when I knew your mom was my home. Cause when she left I felt lonely all over again missing the feeling of home." Brian heard his father's words as he smile with a laugh. Then started to the memory he had with both his parents. As they felt at home with him. "Will I ever find someone that makes me feel at home? Like you and mom." George heard his son and he nods. "Of course, you will," George parks the car turning it off to turn over, "and till you find that someone me, and mom will be your home." Brian nod as he unbuckles himself to go run inside. To smell some pasta with garlic bread. "There is my favorite boy," Brian went to his mother with a hug as George close the doors to the house. George looks at the two with a smile knowing that. This is his home

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