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SPENCER REID AS MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER TWEETS.

—𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔

summary: a collection of moments throughout your relationship with one Aaron Hotchner.

pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

word count: 28.8k 

warnings: lots of heavy stuff, lads. mentions of: r*pe and sexual assault, slightly graphic descriptions of violence, hotch gets stabbed, reader gets shot. age gap, SMUT (including dom/sub undertones, oral, floor sex).

notes: takes place from the start of season five to 7x02 i believe? lots of time skips so DONT KILL ME but pls………………….come shout about hotch in my askbox…………………….i have many thoughts

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You Kiss My Face and We’re Both Drunk

Summary: Who would have figured that a normally serious genius with an eidetic memory would be a silly, forgetful drunk, or drunk Spencer realizes how much he loves Y/N.

Content Warnings: Drinking alcohol and proclamations of love, based on Dress by Taylor Swift and ft a horrible pun

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader (Fluff) 

Word Count: around 1.4K 

You Kiss My Face and We’re Both Drunk 

“Wait since when do Long Island Iced Teas not have any tea in them?,” Spencer asks, spinning the tiny umbrella Garcia insisted they all use in between his pointer finger and thumb. 

Derek looks over at his friend, who sits on the chair next to him. Spencer sips his drink, wondering if it’s his second or third drink of the night. They watch as Penelope and Y/N walk out from the closet with a karaoke machine in tow. JJ and Emily follow them with delirious grins on their faces.

“Derek,” Spencer says, leaning forward to talk to his friend in confidence. “I have a secret,” he whispers in a sing-song voice. 

“Do you now, Pretty Boy,” Derek says, taking the bait. 

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you made me believe you’re mine || Fred Weasley

Title: you made me believe you’re mine Pairing: boxer!fred x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, mentions of vomiting Summary: Fred Weasley is losing control. Being with Y/N is the happiest he’s ever been, but he can’t help but feel like he doesn’t deserve it. He’s barely able to love himself, so he has no idea how he’s supposed to deal with these budding feelings he has for her. All he knows is that he tends to ruin everything good that happens to him, and it’ll kill him to ruin Y/N. He’s willing to do anything to protect this girl he cares so much about, even if it’ll hurt them both in the process. A/N: here it is!! The long awaited part 4 of boxer!fred!! I’m so sorry for the delay, the writers block has been real lately but I’m so so happy I’m able to put this out to you guys!! This series means so much to me and I can’t believe it’s already almost over! Italics are flashbacks! Feedback is always welcome! Tag List:   @feltondarling @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @hufflrpuffforfred @darthwheezely​ @wand3ringr0s3​  @whizboyhalo​ @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007​ @amourtentiaa​ @lexymoniqu @p0tat0nug @levylovegood @spacexcowgirl​ @mischiefisbeingmanaged​  @littleweaslette @inglourious-imagines​ @rosaliepostsstuff @hufflepuff-babe​ @frecklesandfirecrackers @scntiagoperxlta​ @prismarts @thisismysketchbook  @pxroxide-prinxcesss @freds-slut @lupinsclassroom @lumos-barnes @weelittleweasley​ @parseltongueswriting​ @izzyyy-1 @gwhogwartslover @hufflepuffsophie @amarabln @omghufflepuff @foggyheartsoul @touchstarvedhippie  @nanahachikyuu​ @alrightyaphrcdite​ @theweasleytwinsgirl​(if your name is crossed out I couldn’t tag you!) Series Tag List: @georgeweasley19​ @allforthexgame​ @gloryekaterina​ @mashafootball​ @manuosorioh​ @yesimsleepdeprived​ @sagittarius-flowerchild​ Series Masterlist

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I’m falling in love with you.

Fred shakes his head, desperately trying to force those words out of his head. He can still see the way Y/N’s lips moved as she spoke them to him, and he can still hear how soft and vulnerable her voice had been as she formed them in her mouth. Fred had kissed Y/N the moment she’d stopped speaking, partially because he’d been so overwhelmed with emotion that he couldn’t find any words to say. But mostly because he’d hoped it would quell the nausea he suddenly felt in the back of his throat.

But it’s been two weeks since she said those words, and Fred’s stomach still turns every time he thinks about them. He knew a sentiment like that would come eventually, it was natural considering the fact that he and Y/N were now spending every spare moment they had together. After Fred had nearly imploded their relationship he tried to do better. He’d swallow his insecurities and his fears and let himself get close to Y/N in a way he never thought possible. He’d shared stories from his childhood and about his days sleeping rough when he first moved to London. And he’d held Y/N as she wept, telling him with a shaky voice about her Mum’s cancer, and the guilt she felt for not doing more for her family. Fred is now on a first name basis with the woman who works the front desk at Hogwarts Inc with how often he comes by to take Y/N to lunch, and Y/N had even been invited to dinner at Marth and Sam’s the night before one of Fred’s fights. Each day their lives seemed to intertwine more and more, and Fred could feel the ropes of commitment creeping closer and closer.

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the boy who has everything// [f.w.]

Summary: Fred and you have been secretly going steady since the end of your fifth year. Now that he and George are making their grand exit to follow their dreams, you are struggling to come up with the perfect parting gift.

Inspired by: https://open.spotify.com/track/37hblhCnC5YzhDQH58Rgpi?si=0EISnLcTRE2mctlIXNObTA

Warnings: Angst, Malfoy!Reader, difficult home life, neglect mentioned

A/N: Currently going through a bit of a writers block that definitely came from school, but I thought something to do with my fav boy would help clear my mind. Just want some input from ya’ll, would you be interested in me starting to take requests? Also, low-key miss having mutuals before I decided to completely start over lol. Also, why does ‘each other’ look wrong to me? Like I am a native English speaker but the words just like sus...

Word Count: 2.2k

    The numerous differences between your childhood and your boyfriend’s were anything but subtle.

    Growing up, you felt as if you were a puppet being dangled for the world to see. Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was a complex woman; She obviously loved you very much. She held you, but never longer than it took to keep your tears at bay. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, was your father in blood only. His disdain for your lack of enthusiasm regarding blood purity was obvious. He had never once in your 18 years on Earth said ‘I love you’, or even a simple ‘I’m proud of you’. Until the day came where you were willing to take the dark mark and fight on behalf of Lord Voldemort, you would be nothing in your parents’ eyes besides a test child before Draco’s birth.

    Now, from what Fred had told you, his childhood was seemingly filled with sunshine and rainbows. He spent his summers wading in the pond near the Burrow, listening to the chirp of crickets and giggles of his numerous siblings. The entire family was open about showing their love in words and actions. Molly and Arthur, despite not being particularly rich, would give the clothes off their backs if it meant their children would never have to experience fear in any capacity. Fred always had a playmate, and never did he have to go through life fearing being expelled from the family home for his opinions.

    In the simplest of terms, Fred and you were complete opposites. Your similarities were found in the small things; the way you both were headstrong and loyal, and most of all...

   You both despised Filch. Fred had saved your butt from being caught in the halls after dark at the beginning of 5th year. He had decided then and there that despite the fact that you were in a different house, you simply had to be more than another member of the besmirched sacred twenty-eight. He knew from the second you were taking his outstretched hand in the dimly lit corridors that no matter what, you both were destined to be in each others’ lives. As he led you down a secret passage to the sound of Mrs. Norris’ eardrum-rattling mewls, you knew that the idea that he was just another impoverished ginger from the Weasley family was anything but true. Despite all the odds, that night was what laid down the foundations for you and Fred to become more than just another member of the family feud.

    Going on almost 2 years later, and your relationship had shifted from what was a slightly odd friendship to an unexpected relationship. Fred and George were now planning their grand escape for sometime after the Easter holidays, but you had a totally different date on your mind; April 1st.

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    “Oi, Weasley! You are a whole 42 seconds late!” You giggled, and Fred simply chuckled before dropping his books next to yours.

    It was rare for Fred to be on time, but he always made an effort (and usually succeeded) for you. Due to your obvious difference in house loyalty, the easiest way you found to spend time together was to carve out 2 afternoons each week to just bask in each others’ presence. Every Monday and Friday (unless there was a quidditch match), you would meet Fred in a secluded corner of the courtyard. The two of you would goof around study, snack on some treats from Honeydukes, or simply lie back and enjoy the sunset while talking about whatever came up.

    “So, anything big happen today, love?” Fred pecked you on the cheek quickly before dropping his head on your shoulder.

    “Just the usual. Apparently, my mother has finally given up on sending me howlers to come home.”

    “Y/N, mum already said she would love for you to come and stay with us during the holidays. You could come get a feel for the family over the holidays next week, and you would finally get to see what the Weasley-Twin-Birthday-Bonanza is like!”

    “You mean watch your aunt call you George for a whole evening while asking why you aren’t a prefect? Oh, I am so in.” The ginger made a face of mock offense while dramatically huffing into the shoulder of your robes. “That reminds me, will you finally cave and tell me what you want for your birthday?”

    “Love, I don’t want anything at all. Having my gal be there for the big one-eight is more than I could ever ask for.”

    Money was no issue; Your mother had continued sending you a small allowance, most likely in the hopes that it would sway you to ‘do the right thing’. Fred had always made an effort to get you a new charm for your bracelet for your birthday, which most likely cost him a few weeks in sales, so of course you wanted to return the favor and find the perfect gift. Last year, you had crocheted him a plush lion wearing a Gryffindor-themed scarf and he had loved it. For some reason, though, you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to find him something bigger and better for his final birthday as a Hogwarts student.

    “If you say so, Fred. Just don’t complain when you open my gift and it’s a pair of socks embroidered with little kittens.” Fred simply smiled and grabbed your hand that was previously tapping on the edge of your potions textbook.

    “I’ll wear them with pride.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    “Ginny, please tell me you have some amazing idea for a gift that I haven’t thought of....” Ginny grimaced as you sunk into the wooden chair, obviously aware that this meeting you had called in the library wasn’t just to give her some advice in terms of course selection.

    “Well... um... maybe you could bring him some muggle joke products? He really gets quite a kick out of them.” The apples of Ginny’s round cheeks became rosy, and she awkwardly rubbed at the back of her neck. “I mean, no offense, but couldn’t you just ask him?”

    “I tried that already. At this rate, he will be turning 19 before I figure out what to get him...” A puff of air escaped your chapped lips, and you once again found yourself nibbling on them in thought.

    “Well, here you are, big sis! Trying to figure out a gift for your git of a boyfriend?” Draco’s familiar greasy head popped out from behind the shelf before the young wizard marched up to you directly. “Do us all a favor, give him a little ‘life sans Y/N’... Merlin knows his parents probably don’t want a child of dark lord sympathizers at their shack anyways.”

    “Shut up, Draco...” Before Ginny could attempt to soothe your anger, you had up and left the room.

    “Psh, serves her right anyways...” A resounding smack was heard as Ginny wacked the platinum-headed goon on the back with the heaviest textbook lying nearby.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    It wasn’t like doubt surrounding your relationship had never been an issue before. You often found yourself wondering if your company was putting Fred in danger, especially considering the current climate surrounding the resurgence in death eater activity. Fred had always tried to quell your worries, but sweet words and gentle kisses could only do so much. You and Fred knew how you both felt towards each other, but it seemed like the world was against you some days.

    Maybe Draco is right, he could get out of here and find a nice girl with normal parents to settle down with. After all, who wants to be known as the significant other of a Malfoy?

    A single tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, but you quickly dabbed it away with the edge of your sleeve to avoid grabbing attention from any of your housemates. The only perk you found that happened to come with being sorted into Slytherin like the rest of your family was that it was far enough away that you knew Fred wouldn’t find out if you spent any time sulking about your common room. For once, the slam of the heavy dungeon doors brought you comfort instead of a nagging chill.

    Fred isn’t like me. He has everything he could ever want... All I do is create more stress for him.

    Ignoring the harsh gaze of your housemates, you slipped into your dorm and found yourself slinking to bed without so much as slipping off your robes. Pulling the emerald comforters over your head, you let yourself slip into a restless sleep.

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    It was finally the day before the Easter holidays, and Hogwarts was more alive than ever. Young couples were spending their last day on campus wandering the corridors, groups of friends sat laughing and promising to write letters on what they each planned to bring back, and even some people that swore they were enemies seemed to be acting more hospitable. It must’ve been nice to not be spending the morning trying to calm your beating heart and convincing yourself that what you are doing isn’t wrong.

    “Hey Lovey! Have you finished packing yet?”

    “Well... not exactly, Freddie.” Fred’s face dropped, and he took your hand in his.

    “Is this about my aunt? I promise you won’t even have to say more than a simple ‘hello’ to her.” The mere mention of Fred’s Auntie Muriel almost cracked your tough exterior.

    “I can’t come home with you, Freddie. There is no way your family wants to spend their holiday break with the daughter of Lucius Malfoy. Look, I mean... here’s your gift. Just please promise to wait till you get to the station to open it.”

    Fred opened his mouth to argue, but you had already turned away as to avoid him seeing hot tears trail down your cheeks. You would have to be insane to go and willingly spend your holiday alone in the Malfoy Manor. There would be no family meals, especially now that all your parent’s energy went towards providing shelter for the death eaters. As you stumbled away to make your way back to your dorm to finish packing, Fred’s warm hand grasped your shoulder.

    “Please. Y/N, all I want is to be able to spend every day of this holiday mucking about with you. I know why you want to go home, and I’m telling you as your boyfriend and best friend to not do it. Just please, grant me a birthday wish... come home with me.”

    Fred drew you into his chest, and you found yourself clutching onto his striped button-up as if it would save your life. His larger hands rubbed across your back, and he pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.

    “Are you really sure about this, Fred? I wouldn’t want to make your mum and dad uncomfortable, or even your older brothers for that matter.”

    “Y/N, my love, the light of my life, just come home. If you can manage to get George to like you more than he likes me, I promise you the rest of my family will love you.” His signature smirk spread on his freckled face, and he pressed a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

    “Now, let’s go get you packed, Y/N.”

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    “Oi, Fred, what’s in the box?” George elbowed his brother while somewhat attempting to be quiet. The train ride was almost over, and you had resorted to using the seat opposite to the twins as a temporary napping spot.

    “I nearly forgot I had it on me to be quite honest. Do you think I should open it even though she is coming with us?”

    “She said to open it at the station, but we are obviously past that point, so please just open it!” George bounced in his seat, and Fred gave in to temptation. He unwrapped the ribbon holding the small box shut, opened the lid, and discovered a dainty chain with a circular pendant hanging on the end.

    “Is that a size reference for your-”

    “George! Shut up, you dimwit. I think it might be a mirror-glass type thing, but I genuinely have no idea...”

    “Freddie, bring it to your eye and look through it.” The twins both jumped as you rolled over, clearly no longer asleep.

    Fred brought the pendant to his right eye, squinted, and his immediate smile couldn’t be contained. When held at the right distance, he could see a small picture of you and him from your first date at Hogsmeade. He was much more lanky and awkward looking, and you were almost matched in height. The smile you both shared in the photo warmed his heart to no end, and Fred found himself having to gather his emotions from the memories he had of that day. 

    The ginger all but leapt to your side of the cart, and he wrapped his arm around your still-sleepy figure. He squeezed you tightly to his side before leaning in to whisper something in your ear without allowing George to hear.

    “It’s perfect, my love.”

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~Post-fic A/N: I hope this was a good read for you guys! I am definitely on the verge of passing out, but proofreading is superior to sleep (jk). Anyways, if anything comes to mind, don’t hesitate to reach out or send in an ask! I love interacting with you guys, even if it is just a brief hello! :) ~

and now your honey jars are frozen | f.w.

In which Fred Weasley is left seeing you in every little detail, every little object. // MASTERLIST. Prompts: Based off the song ‘Honey Jars’ by Bryan John Appleby. Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: Angst/general sadness, sickness and death, food/drinks/meals, mentions of parenthood and pregnancy. Flashbacks in italics. A/N: My face when my fic formats and headers aren’t consistent: 😃✋. Anyway, I really like this formatting! Hopefully, you guys like it, too! I’ve been messing around with my header stylings and I like this one! Also, Fred is an elderly man in this! It just fit better when I was trying to think of a plot (and that’s how the song I based it off plays out)! I apologize in advance, feel free to put tissues on my bill! Enjoy!

Fred woke up on a Thursday morning. It was warm. He had always loved warm Thursday mornings. When the sun streamed in at just the right angle, the birds chirped at just the right volume, when the spring outside his bedroom window rippled in just the right way. He would nuzzle further into the blankets, further into your embrace. Over the years, over the decades when his bones began to ache and his neck began to tingle with the littlest of movements, he settled for holding your hand. That way, you two were still close. Not even old age and grey hairs would stop the love you held for each other.

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the moments that brought us here | g.w

summary: this is the timeline of events that cause george to fall in love with his best friend, right up to his confession.

warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, mentions of umbridge’s detentions, mentions of blood, mentions of food, fighting (duelling), death.

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The girl in the corner huffed, readjusted herself in her seat then huffed again. 

George watched from the corner of his eye as she brought the book up to shield her eyes from the sun. The action lasted all of a few seconds before she lowered it back to her lap, another one of her irritated huffs sounding through the compartment. 

Fred and Lee - a boy they’d met on the platform - were deep in conversation about some muggle communicating device he’d brought with him. Fred seemed interested but George was finding it hard to pay much attention. His eyes kept drifting to the girl in the corner and he kept finding himself with his mouth halfway open, wanting to introduce himself but never quite getting there. He didn’t even really know why, she just seemed interesting.

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you’ve gotta be kitten me// [n.l.] prologue

summary: Neville decides to be a good friend, and finds himself volunteering to petsit Hermione’s cat while her and Ron go on their honeymoon. After Crookshanks manages to get into Neville’s greenhouse, he finds himself searching for a veterinarian to help the poor kitty with tummy problems. {Muggle!Reader}

warnings: sick kitty, mentions of animal hospital setting, fem!reader

word count: 700+

A/N: Okay so this definitely took way longer than I hoped it would. I live in Texas, so we have been roughing it the last week because of the storm. Hopefully ya’ll enjoy this intro to what I am hoping will be a 2-3 part series coming soon. I’m not sure when the next part will come, but I promise I will try my best to make it worth the wait. :)

“Neville, if you need anything at all just call us using the hotel number on the fridge or call Molly and she can help you figure out what to do. Oh, and the normal cat-sitter’s number is on the fridge if you have anything come up at work or-”

“Hermione, Crookshanks and I will be fine! I can tell he is willing to be a perfectly behaved chap for his favorite Uncle!” Crookshanks let out a less than enthusiastic meow at Neville’s assumption, clearly unhappy with whatever the man was implying.

Hermione let out a groan but was not able to say much more as Ron was pulling her towards the fireplace so they could floo to their honeymoon destination.

“ ’Mione, sweetheart, the cat will be fine with Neville. Now, let’s go before you start experiencing withdrawal over the damn thing!” Ron let out a forced smile, threw the powder into the fireplace, and pulled his bride forward. They disappeared in a cloud of smoke, causing Neville to let out a cough.

“Well, I guess it’s just me and you now, eh?” The cat blinked once, twice, then let out a hiss and strutted away. “Woah bud, don’t get too attached to me, now...”

*****

For the last 24 hours, Neville felt as if he had been walking on eggshells; If he sipped his tea too loudly, the cat would hiss. If he sneezed, two piercing yellowish eyes were trained on him. The only relief he had obtained came from his 8 hours spent at work which were now, to the brunette’s disappointment, coming to an end.

“Crookshanks? Ya still alive mate?” Neville dropped his keys into the tray next to his apartment door and slipped off his loafers.

When he rounded the corner, he felt his heart and lungs drop into his stomach. There lay Crookshanks, sprawled out on the carpet and seemingly having what one could only compare to as a total acid trip. The poor kitten’s eyes were big as saucers, drool was spilling onto the carpet, and his stubby little legs kept rubbing across the floor as if to recreate human touch.

“Bloody’ell, why’s it always gotta be me?” Neville slipped his loafers back on, and quietly managed to pull the cat carrier Hermione left behind from within his closet. “C’mere bud, I promise it’ll be a short ride-”

MREOW.

Long red scratches littered Neville’s left hand, and a surprisingly high whimper left his mouth. “So, I am guessin’ you aren’t taking it easy on me today?”

*****

After a long battle to convince Crookshanks to enter the cat carrier (during which Neville managed to use an entire bottle of catnip spray), Crookshanks was finally contained. Neville had decided against calling Hermione and instead called their usual cat-sitter to ask what vet to bring the loopy cat to.

“Well, I’ve never taken him to Hermione’s vet before, but I can text you the number. Her clinic is down the road from the Diggory’s house, so it shouldn’t be hard to find.”

“Thanks so much, Anna, I’ll be sure to call you if I need anything else!” 

The clearly unamused teen hung up, and Neville decided it was time to move the carrier into the car. Neville, having never owned a cat, had no idea how to put the carrier into the vehicle safely; As a result, the carrier had been heavily covered in 2 seatbelts that were all but knotted around it.

Throughout the whole drive, Crookshanks meowed nonstop. The cat clearly wasn’t a fan of cars (of course, it may have just been that the car belonged to Neville). When he finally pulled up to the vet, he was surprised at how a place he usually thought of as a location for goodbyes looked so peaceful. An elderly woman holding a small chihuahua sat next to the glass door, and a box of treats labeled “take 1 :)” sat on a small stool nearby. As he stepped through the door with the cat in tow, a woman in scrubs behind the counter turned to greet him.

“Hi sir, how may I help you today?”

Neville’s heart leapt into his chest, and he stammered complete nonsense before settling on the words “the cat ate one of my houseplants”.

“Okay sir, fill out these forms and I will bring you into the exam room shortly.” A warm smile was the cause of Neville’s immediate destruction, as he went red in the face and nodded dumbly.

How in Merlin’s name am I gonna get through this?

Guys, I’m in Texas rn and can I just say how much we appreciate you reblogging these. Our house, like many others, hasn’t had power, running water, or heat since Monday. Please, help if you have resources, as our peeps are really having a bad time rn. 

Texas Power Outage Resources

I made a compilation of resources, shelters, and places to donate for my followers during the winter storm going on in Texas right now. If there are any other resources I didn’t list please add them! 

Resources

Map of Warming Centers in Texas

State wide helpline 

Food banks by zipcode

Red Cross Shelters

How to Stay Safe During a Power Outage

What to Do During an Outage

Saving Your Food and other FAQs

Shelters by City/Region

West Texas Warming Shelters

North Texas Warming Shelters

Rio Grande Valley Shelters

El Paso & Sierra Blanca Shelters

San Antonio Shelters

Houston Shelters

Donations

OurCalling - Dallas city 

ECHO - Austin city and Travis county area

Austin Area Urban League - Austin Area

South Alamo Regional Alliance for the Homeless - San Antonio area

The Way Home - Houston, Pasadena, Harris County, Fort Bend County, and Montgomery County

Front Steps - Austin area blanket drive

Austin Pets Alive - Austin Pet Shelter

Kick The Cold Austin Mutual Aid - GoFundMe raising money for hotel rooms for Austin Residents who are living without water and shelter

i know what you did last summer | g.w.

In which George Weasley is your forever. // MASTERLIST. Word Count: 3k Warnings: Muggle AU, angst, mentions of blood and food, use of a firearm, death, a break-in, swearing, burning of a corpse. Flashbacks in italics.

May had always been one of the wetter months. With a steady, consistent downpour every few days and raindrops sliding down the leaves of porch plants, it was one of the reasons it was one of your favorite months. This past May, however, had been different. As if with the droplets of rain that fell down from the heavens came along a change in those around you. This significant change in behavior could be easily spotted in one George Weasley.

Georgie, to you. Sometimes ‘darling’, other times ‘George’ in a stern voice. Despite the bumps that came with the road of a relationship, you always found your way back to your Georgie. And he made it clear he would always find his way back to you.

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definitely not crying over fictional characters again

hello!! if you get this, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not. let's get to know the person behind the blog :)

omg the way my heart just went kaboom!!! okidoki;

1. I will be starting college this fall with a major in veterinary science

2. I have played the bass clarinet for 7 years:)

3. I have 2 furbabies, a cocker spaniel named Scout and a bulldog named Millie

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home for the summer pt 2 @vogueweasley

bets off ♡ @plant-flwrs

house unity @plant-flwrs

roller skates ♡ @plant-flwrs

smiling kisses @plant-flwrs

helpless @cedricsbrowncurls

only in fairy tales @cedricsbrowncurls

not like the movies @potter-imagines

shortie @lupinlongbottom

all the fear and fire of the end of the world @gryffindore

the bookshop @plant-flwrs

my jumper @wzrd-wheezes

summer of realization @ann-mariee

i’d always pamper you @feetoffthetablee

a worn winnie the pooh and a very cuddly fred ♡ @whizboingies

not an open book @valwritesx

victory @oh-for-merlins-sake

pretty gryffindor i didn’t know @kalimagik

in love with my best friend pt 2 @vivianweasley

let her go @vivianweasley

christmas puns ♡ @heloisedaphnebrightmore

blessed be the mystery of love ♡ @mitsukui

sweet vanilla kisses @pansydaisy

yuletide ♡ @weasleyh0e

opposites attract @parseltongueswriting

— george weasley

* smut — ♡ faves

pen pals (blurb) ♡ @weasleywh0r3s

george weasley x filipina!reader ♡ (blurb) @weasleywh0r3s

dating george weasley and being a ravenclaw (blurb) ♡ @darthwheezely

childish ♡ @lupinsclassroom

cameras and crushes @love-peachh

show and tell ♡ @harrysweasleys

always been you @spacexcowgirl

forever, i choose you @ickle-ronniekins

“i just got you this because i saw it and thought of you!” @hello-everyfandom

more than enough @minty-malfoy

crossed wires @parseltongueswriting

a bit too loud @lupinsclassroom

cult classic @lupinlongbottom

i wanna be yours @theweasleysredhair

city of stars @whizboingies

settling a bet @witch-and-a-half

obliviate @george-fabian-weasley

might be right @alwaysfeelingsaintlike

how to get over the wizard @kalimagik

driver’s license pt2 @wand3ringr0s3

physical affection @oh-for-merlins-sake

landslide pt 2 @oh-for-merlins-sake

the perfect husband @wandsandwheezes

clingy ♡ @anchoeritic

love, george ♡ @vivianweasley

coffee shop ♡ @pansydaisy

flowers and sunsets @pansydaisy

talk trash, get brass ♡ @writesowhatnext

accidental collateral damage ♡ @writesowhatnext

pretending is a gateway drug ♡ @writesowhatnext

are you sure he’s your favorite weasley? ♡ @writesowhatnext

lost in translation ♡ @writesowhatnext

all with you @gcdric

all i’ve ever known @weasleyclaw

loving you’s the antidote ♡ @vogueweasley

can’t take my eyes off of you ♡ @vogueweasley

of lace and laughter ♡ @buckysbeloved

a ghost is a wish ♡ @iliveiloveiwrite

moments like this ♡ @feetoffthetablee

George Weasley in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

okay guys, I am currently writing something involving animals/a veterinarian reader, and the title I decided on has the purrfect cat pun. I can’t reveal too much but ugh I just laughed for like 5 minutes

Thank You For Your Service // F.W.

I can still taste the powder from the barrel of my gun. I can hear my Sergeant screaming, “Run, Soldier, run.” I can feel the backpack on my shoulders, God, it weighed a ton. I see death in every single thought. They taught me how to put that uniform on, I just can’t get it off // A Soldier’s Memoir (PTSD Song) - Joe Bachman 

Part 1 of 2. 

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem! Reader; George Weasley x OC (Mentioned briefly)

AU: Is early 2000s AU a thing?; military!AU; muggle!AU

Summary: Private First Class Fred Weasley is severely injured during his deployment, teaching you - his wife - about the meaning of sacrifice and unconditional love. 

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: ANGST to FLUFF, pregnancy, children, marriage, mention of 9/11/2001 terrorist attacks, Operation Iraqi Freedom, American military, violence/war/combat, long distance relationship, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), mention of prosthetic limbs/loss of limbs/severe injury, amputee, hospital, vomiting, burns, coping with disability, hurt/comfort, reader takes on a caretaker role, night terrors/nightmares, crying, fighting, throwing things, talk of su*cide, emotional outbursts, kissing, cuddling, i think that’s everything. PART 2 WILL FEATURE VANILLA SMUT. 

Author’s Note: I want to make it clear I am not pro-war nor am I in support of war, so please don’t come for me. I do, however, support active duty and veteran military members for their sacrifices. Also, I don’t know how accurate the timeline of events are so please bare with me. While this story is a work of fiction, the reality is that thousands of veterans are living with both mental and physical wounds as a result of their service during Operation Iraqi Freedom and Operation Enduring Freedom. To learn how you can help post-9/11-veterans, please visit The Wounded Warrior Project.  A small donation to the Wounded Warrior Project significantly helps the men and women they serve. The WWP provides a number of valuable services to wounded warriors, including connections to mental health services, peer-to-peer support, independent living support (for veterans with severe injuries, such as traumatic brain injury), employment services, family support, housing, and more. For more information on PTSD among vets, please visit the United States Department of Veteran’s Affairs National Center for PTSD.  I want to highlight that love/a good relationship is not enough to cope with PTSD nor does it ‘fix’ it. If you or someone you love is experiencing PTSD symptoms, please seek help through means of professional counseling. 

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There are so many things no one tells you before you marry a soldier. There is a tendency to leave out the heartbreak that forms when you marry one. In reality, you aren’t just marrying him, but the Army as a whole. Being a military spouse comes with its own code. You learned to walk on his left side at all times just in case he had to stop to salute with his right; you always stood for the Anthem and crossed your heart at the Pledge; you spent hours learning acronyms and ranks; and overall, you strived to be as proper and patriotic as possible. However, you wouldn’t trade the world for the life you had with  Private First Class Fred Weasley. You had married young - like many military wives - so that you could have the opportunity to live on base. You hadn’t thought much of Fred’s position during peacetime.

Fred was a doting and loving husband. He worked long hours, but you never much minded. You were able to work part-time as a registered nurse, picking up hours as needed, although you and Fred were able to manage on his salary.  In fact, it all seemed like the perfect career path. Fred would continue to move up ranks, and eventually, you would be able to settle down with a decent military retirement fund. Everything was going as it should -  that was until September 11th, 2001.

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mirrorball // [g.w.]

sequel to tolerate it

warnings: angst, fem!reader

summary: It’s been 2 weeks since George told you he has a date to the yule ball. As of now, it’s the night before and you are reflecting on your feelings for him and wondering if you can continue as his best friend.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: So, here it is! I am hoping to get this posted as soon as possible for those of you who wanted to see a part 2 to tolerate it. I had a really difficult time deciding on how I wanted to end this, and I really hope it pleases you guys (not sure I’m happy with the ending, but that is to be expected). Sorry in advance for any errors, as this is a one-woman show and I sometimes miss my own mistakes. :) Special thanks to @ajusquishy for being the first to ask about this addition to tolerate it!

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I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

The past 2 weeks had been the most difficult time of your life. George had been following Alicia around like a lost puppy, and even Fred was getting sick of it. Oddly enough, it seemed like George couldn’t get through one interaction with you without mentioning the girl’s name.

“Oh Y/N, we decided to match my tie to her dress!”

“Did you know she said I am the cutest quidditch player she has ever met?”

“I’m thinking about asking mum to knit her a sweater this Christmas!”

At first you could handle it. As his best friend of nearly 6 years, it was your job to handle it. Why didn’t that make any of this easier?

There wasn’t a change in George that you had neglected to notice. Hell, your heart dropped when he showed up with a new bruise after quidditch practice. You were the one who had told him to grow his hair out (and damn, was that a good piece of advice). George had even been with you when he chose his first pair of dress robes for merlin’s sake!

Molly Weasley saw you as her stand-in while the boys and Ginny were at Hogwarts. Of course, she didn’t know that George and Fred had grown in their pranking abilities thanks to your sugar-sweet exterior, but that didn’t change the role you played in the Weasley children’s life. You were the responsible friend who also just happened to lead a double life when it came to the twins.  It was thanks to you that they had received only 3 detentions this quarter, and it was their fault that you now had an affinity for “accidentally” leaving dung bombs in the outer pockets of Cormac McLaggen’s bag.

“Hey, Y/N... I haven’t seen you around much. You aren’t avoiding me, are ya?” George’s baritone voice broke you out of your thoughts. He settled his arms on the top of your head, and sighed deeply, letting his head drop. “Fred and I need your help figuring out what the best escape route from the dungeons is.”

“Go ask Lee, he can do some math too.” Yes, you were being harsh, but George’s presence was enough to shatter any semblance of self control you still had left.  “Now, if you excuse me, I have a study date with some ancient runes and Hermione.”

As you stalked out of the common room, George couldn’t bear to bring up how he hadn’t been able to come up with any solid pranks in exactly 14 days.

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You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Tonight was the night; your hair was curled to perfection, and the gown your mother had sent you was the color of holly. The heels you had strapped on were a matte black dusted with the occasional piece of red glitter. Despite the fact that George was not your date, you couldn’t help my let your thoughts drift to him as you got ready. Would he think you looked pretty? Would he think you looked as good as her?

Lee tapped you on the shoulder, and you steadied yourself before letting him gently grab your hand. “Don’t let that prat get you down. You look like a goddess, Y/N. Now, let’s go show Georgie what he is missing.” 

Lee was a great friend for doing this for you; he knew about your feelings (Fred apparently can’t keep his mouth shut), and immediately became set on helping you get back on your feet. He had become your greatest cheerleader as of late, and claimed that George doesn’t know it, but he definitely has feelings for you.

As you both walked into the great hall, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. There were snowflakes and all types of seasonal decor strung up across the room, and it was almost like the room had transformed into a winter dreamscape. Fred and George had beat you there, already sipping punch with Angelina and Alicia.

“You boys clean up nice.” The twins and Lee let out a chorus of ‘hey’s, clearly displeased with your mockery of their appearances.

“Oi, I was betting 5 galleons that Fred would show up in his trainers...” George’s voice was surprisingly meek, almost as if he was looking for your approval with his jabs towards his brother.

The boys immediately began discussing their plan to spike the punch bowl with firewhiskey, and Angelina and Alicia launched into a conversation about where they had purchased their gowns. You felt more than out of place at this point, and decided to relocate after notifying Lee that you’d be fine on your own for a bit. Almost immediately after, Angelina went to distract McGonagall while Fred and Lee snuck under the table of refreshments.

You went to talk with Hermione and the younger trio, and were drawn into a lesson in muggle dancing.

“No, Ron, that is not how you hit the woah.” (I’m sorry I felt so inclined to include this cuz the image makes me chuckle lol).

“Well, ‘Mione, why don’t you and Y/N show us how this is done then?” Harry and Ron crossed their arms, and Hermione slipped her arm around your shoulders.

“C’mon, Y/N. You look like you could use something fun.” She dragged you onto the dance floor, and you both began dramatically spinning each other to the sound of your wheezing laughter.

If only you had noticed a certain red-headed prankster gazing at you like you had hung the stars in the sky...

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You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Fred and Angelina had taken to the floor as soon as the waltzing began. After watching them twirl to the crescendos of the music, you finally decided enough was enough. All it too was a look at Lee, and he understood what you needed to do. You slipped out of the doors to the great hall, and found yourself wandering amongst the carriages powdered with snow, occasionally stopping to draw shapes into the piles of flakes.

Following five-ish minutes of mucking about, you finally decided to sit on the steps that bridged the courtyard and the hallways. Snowflakes continued floating, but you quickly realized the droplets of water on your face were from small tears and not the weather. Sniffles escaped your nose, and you crossed your arms in a poor attempt to keep warm despite your lack of sleeves.

Out of nowhere, you felt heavy cloth drop onto your bare shoulders.

“Be careful, love. Ya look like you’re halfway to becoming an ice lolly.” George shuffled his long, lanky body onto the steps. You looked at him through your lashes, and he seemed almost squeamish.

“Don’t you have Alicia waiting for you inside? I’m sure she wouldn’t be thrilled to see you out here.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N, I think we have been pretty dense.” Confusion evident on your features, George let his larger hand cover yours. “I didn’t want to ask Alicia. I wanted to ask you.”

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking my ear off about how much you like her for weeks now...”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Silence overtook the interaction.

“So you’re saying that we both have been blind to our feelings?” 

George let out a small chuckle, and pulled his hand away. To be quite honest, you felt like maybe you had been ignoring the signs: the subtle stares, the extended physical contact, the willingness to be there whenever and wherever you asked him to.

“I think we may want to start over and forget the last few weeks.”

“I think I would quite like that.” You stood up, and brushed the snow off your skirt before extending your hand towards George. “Well, George, the yule ball is in... now... would you like to be my date?”

“I would enjoy that a bunch, Y/N.” He took your hand, and pulled you into his chest. “May have a dance to start off the evening?”

“...There isn’t any music.” You chuckled, but George simply grinned at you before beginning to hum.

“Problem solved. So, may I have this dance?”

“You may.” You dropped your head into the nook of his shoulder, and George began to sway and spin you, leaving 2 pairs of footprints in the snow beneath your feet.

From just beyond your view, Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia let out somewhat of a “oomph” and high-fived each other before turning to go back inside.

Shining just for you.

me: legally changing my name to bitches cuz dat me 0.0

sometimes bitches want to put on a big ballgown, do their makeup, and feel like a princess

its me im bitches

Hi how are you ? I've been keeping up with your blog since forever and I think I've finally mastered up the courage to make a request... only if they're open of course?

omg I am very sorry, I just got back into my asks and apparently never was notified that this ask existed??? anyways, if you are still here, I am undecided on requests atm. the idea is definitely appealing tho :)

TOLERATE IT DESTROYED ME LIKE WOW STORY OF MY LIFE 😭 please make a part two I beg of you 😭😭😭😭😭

If it is wanted, I will def try and start it this weekend! I’m still not sure what my post schedule will look like, as I am a senior so life is extra ~hectic~ rn... I’m probably gonna base this off feedback and asks, but I still don’t know if there will be a happy ending or not, since I didn’t really think that far ahead lol

tolerate it //[g.w.]

Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.

Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk

A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 884

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.

“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.

“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.

You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.

“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.

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I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait

“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.

“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off. 

Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”

George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.

“You can’t tell George.”

“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.

“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.

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I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.

Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”

“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”

You could always send me letters...

“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”

George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.

Best friends...

Emails professor Dr Reid has had to send

- unfortunately I have been shot again, this Monday’s exam will be moved to next Monday

- I have been informed you are all aware that a few members of class were involved in a cult, I’m sorry to inform you that they failed to sacrifice me, Thursdays exam will still take place

- class will be cancelled today as I am being forced to a date against my will, enjoy the day off

sorry remus lupin the only werewolf i love is mason from wizards of waverly place

universe, please be kind - g.w

Pairing: George x Fem!Reader Summary: George and Y/N so badly want to start a family, so why is it so hard? Warnings: Discussion of trouble at conceiving, talk of pregnancy and periods, allusions to sexual content but no actual smut, swearing, a bit of angst. Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Summary bad as usual but this is for you, @txtdreamss​​ ! I hope this was up to standard as what you wanted! I’ve never written about this before nor have I ever read about it so I did my best!!! The title kind of sucks and has nothing to do with pregnancy, but when I did a final read through I realised I referenced the universe a lot so here she is.

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“Negative,” Y/N mumbles, throwing the pregnancy test in the bin. Y/N and George got married this time the year before, and they’ve recently come to the conclusion they’re ready to start a family. Y/N is finally comfortable and thriving in her job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures and Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes has gotten so popular in the past few years that it’s profitable enough for George and Fred to be able to hire more staff and have at home work days to produce new products.

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hi i’d like thomas gibson to run me over :)

someone: remember when you had a harry potter phase in 7th grade? that's embarrassing

me: haha yeah totally embarrassing *closes 467 open wolfstar fanfic tabs*

i love those dorks so much it hurts

god i love fredward weaselton