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George Weasley Romantic Prompt. 34. "I Don't Want To Think About What I'd Be Like Without You." 43. "I'm
George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡
Ooohhhh yessss~ I love me some Georgie! Added to the list, Love :3
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Hi there! Love your stuff btw. Um i was wondering if you could do a fic when the reader is just having another terrible episode of depression? Usually she can handle it by having a moment to herself or simply resting but this time its too much for her and she's loosing control? It can be Sebastian Michaelis, Dean, Gabriel, Undertaker, or whoever you feel is worthy. Im sorry if it sounds off, cause im kinda dealing with it rn. Um aha, anyways love your writing and thank you 🙂
Thank you for your request! I’m sorry you’re going through this right now, I know how it feels.I’ll try to have this up quickly for you! Stay strong, Hun 😚😚
Hi! I saw your dialogue prompts and wanted to request nos. 9, 10, and 42 for Sherlock. A bit angsty and a little fluff if you would. Thank you in advance!
Thank you for your request! I’ll have this up as soon as possible! 🖤
I Won’t Give Up On You (Loki x PlusSize!Reader)
Request: Hi, i love your style of writing so much! 😍 Can I please get number 25 and 32 with Loki? Thank you so much ❤
Summary: The reader helps save Loki from Thanos’ control and becomes an Avenger.
Words: 1965 (woooooow)
Characters/Pairings: Loki x reader, Tony Stark, Thor, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Nick Fury, Eric Selvig
Warnings: Angst, character ‘death’, alien invasion
A/N: Alright guys so this is the last request on my list so please send me some more to keep this blog going!

“You want me to do what now?” She rose a brow at the man in the star-spangled suit. She leaned back in her plush armchair. Her gaze moved over to the long-haired blonde one and then over to the one in a fancy suit jacket and a Black Sabbath tee.
“We need you to look into my brother’s mind to find out what he is plotting.” The one with long hair said again. Her (e/c) were piercing as she looked at each of them in the eye, it was as if she was looking directly into their souls.
“Alright.” She shrugged, grabbing her knitted sweater. Their faces contorted in shock.
“That’s it?” The short one asked, looking put off by how easily she agreed.
“Well… Yeah. So, are you gonna show me the way or not?” She shouldered her designer backpack and waved her hand to her office door.
The man named Nick Fury and a woman by the name of Natasha led (Y/N) down a corridor to a large set of automatic doors.
“Be careful with this one, he’s a Master of Lies and Mischief, and he won’t hesitate to kill you given the chance,” Nick said as he pressed his hand over the scanner and the doors slid open. Inside a man dressed in green and, gold armor stood proudly.
“Not everyone is as they seem,” (Y/N) said as she entered the room, the door closing behind her. The clicks of her boots drew the attention of the god but he did not turn to gaze at her. Always the one for dramatics.
“Well, well, has Fury sent me a new toy to play with?” Loki finally slowly turned to face the woman who had seated herself on the chair just in front of the glass separating the two.
She was a plump woman with very nice curves that drew his gaze. Her hands were folded over her lap were a notepad lay. Her (h/c) hair was thrown up into an attractive messy bun that framed her round face nicely.
“My name is (Y/N) (L/N), I’m a psychologist from New York. I was hired by S.H.I.E.L.D to talk to you.” She shifted in her seat, her skirt riding up ever so slightly. His eyes were instantly drawn to it.
“So, I guess I’ll start off by telling you a bit about myself. I was born and raised in a little town in Washington State, and I moved here to find better opportunities. I became a psychologist a few years ago. I have a cat and live in a small apartment in Brooklyn.”
He eyed her wearily, unsure of where she was going with this. She was hired by these mortals to find out what his plan was but not even the Widow had approached him in such a roundabout way.
“What is it you want from me?” He approached the glass, trying to read her. But as she sat there with a soft smile and an understanding look in her eyes, he couldn’t find anything worthwhile.
“I just want to talk. S.H.I.E.L.D hired me to find out what you were up to but honestly, I couldn’t care less. However, from the footage I saw from when you first showed up… I’m curious as to why you looked so horrid for someone claiming to want to take over our planet.”
Loki knew the answer of course, but he wasn’t about to divulge this girl in that story. He smirked and licked his lips.
“Oh? And how did I look?”
“Tortured. Like a man who had hit rock bottom and had only one option. To follow orders.” She spoke bluntly but softly as if to not set him off. But it was too late for that.
“What do you know? You don’t know what it’s like to be cast out! To be looked over! To practically be on your knees!” Loki’s rage suddenly broke free, he slammed his fist on the glass and glowered down at the woman.
“Don’t I?” She whispered, her eyes turning down to her hands. “Being the second youngest of five isn’t as great as it seems. Especially when your parents only want the best.”
Loki’s intense gaze softened as he listened to her.
“I was never the smartest, nor the prettiest. Everything I would do, everything I accomplished was already done by my older siblings… and my youngest would receive all the attention. It was as if I didn’t exist to them. It was all about my siblings…”
“…Did you hate them?” Loki asked, lowering his palm down the glass. She sniffed and shook her head. He rose a brow in confusion.
“No, no I didn’t. Well, at first, I did. I blamed everyone and myself for what was happening to me. I hated my siblings and my parents. But, as I grew older, I came to realize that even though my parents shunned me, my siblings always defended me, always praised me. I was blind to that because of my own self-pity.”
Loki didn’t know what to say to that. Suddenly, he was back on that rainbow bridge, his brother holding him up. He remembers feeling so lost as his father looked down on him in disappointment. He didn’t even glance at the anguished look in Thor’s eyes.
“Loki, no matter how hard the situation seems, or how alone you feel, there is always someone there for you.” (Y/N) smiled up at him as his body relaxed and he gazed back at her with damp eyes.
“I-I never meant for anyone to get hurt,” He muttered. She nodded, standing and walking up the glass and resting her palm on where his rest.
“We never do, Loki. But sometimes, we just lose sight of the path… We just need someone to lead us back.” Abruptly, the entire ship shook, nearly knocking (Y/N) off her feet. And like a spell was broken, Loki looked down at (Y/N) with that same crazed look in his eyes.
“Loki?”
“You think too highly of yourself, you quim. Did you really think you could help me? It’s too late!” He laughed as a group of agents burst into the room, leading (Y/N) away, telling her to get to a safer place.
“I’m not going to give up on you, Loki!” She shouted as the doors closed. She was shoved onto a chopper that took off immediately, dodging shots from a rogue quinjet.
She didn’t see him again until he was atop the Stark Tower. She had noticed the quinjet from her office not too far from the Tower. Figuring it was Tony and the others, she made her way there. How wrong she was.
“I already told you, it’s too late.” He scowled down at her, but at this proximity, she could see the desperation in his eyes. She had been discovered as she made her way up and was brought to Loki to decide what to do with her.
She had been trying to convince him to end this.
“Loki, whoever’s making you do this, we can hide you, we can keep you safe! Please!” She grasped his hand in hers. He tore his hand away.
“You can’t stop this, (Y/N)! Stop trying…” He looked up at her with defeated, tired eyes. “I have.”
She frowned and drew her hand back and cracked it across his cheek. “Enough! Stop with the tough guy act! Stop with all the damn self-pity! End this, Loki!” She growled in his face, pulling him closer by his collar.
His eyes were wide as she yelled at him, his cheek stinging. Some clarity returned to his mind. “Thanos will come for me. There isn’t anywhere he won’t find me.” He shook his head.
“Then die.” She shoved him away. His heart dropped at her tone. She was telling him to die, to let Thanos come after him… He studied her, hoping she would say something to let him know she didn’t mean it.
“He can’t find you if you’re dead.” Loki looked at her as if she grew another head. “Thor told me of how he thought you were dead after you fought… Just do it again.”
How can she say these things so bluntly and carelessly? He marched up to her, dropping his scepter and took her in his arms, too overcome with relief to care of how this looked.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Shall we?”
She and Loki called the newly assembled Avengers and explained to them what was really going on. Thor was as relieved as he could be when he learned this wasn’t his brother’s plan. But he was enraged when he heard of what Thanos had done.
The others were obviously doubtful but decided to trust Thor’s and (Y/N)’s judgment. And their plan was set into action.
Loki opened the portal, allowing the Chitauri to invade. Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Tony kept them away from the civilians while Thor fought Loki. Bruce was at the device where the portal was coming from, trying to deactivate it.
(Y/N) had knocked out Selvig by hitting him over the head with a fire extinguisher. Soon Thor had defeated Loki, taking the scepter. He flew up to where Bruce and (Y/N) were.
“Anything?” He asked, his voice strained. (Y/N) shook her head, watching as more Chitauri poured from the portal.
“What if this was all meaningless? They may still find another way here… We need to do more than just close the portal…”
“What do you have in mind, (Y/N)?” Tony asked over the earpiece they had given her.
“Something crazy…”
A nuclear bomb was indeed crazy, but it worked. The moment the main ship exploded, the soldiers on Earth all collapsed. From what she could hear, there wasn’t as much a there would have been had Loki truly been trying.
After all was said and done, Thor took Loki’s ‘dead’ body back to Asgard. The news was all about this Alien invasion and the people who helped stop it.
(Y/N) sighed as she gazed up at the stars. It has been weeks since then. The casualties of the battle were much lower than she had thought, but then again, Tony and the others were able to evacuate a lot of people before the portal was opened…
But, as happy as she was that it was all over, she felt a strange emptiness in her chest. What was Loki doing now with his newfound freedom? Did he think of her as much as she did him?
She turned to look at her new room. When Tony had finished repairs on the Tower, he invited the Avengers to live there, even (Y/N).
“You’re as much of an Avenger as the rest of us (Y/N),” he had said. She agreed eventually.
A knock at her door had her moving away from her window. She opened it, expecting to see Steve or Tony, but was shocked to see the dark-haired god that had ‘died’ weeks ago.
“L-Loki?” She covered her mouth with her hand. He didn’t say anything besides holding his arms open. She stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his torso.
“You’re here… what happened?” She looked up at him. He smiled slightly at her.
“Odin thought it would be appropriate if I served my time here on Midgard to atone for my wrongdoings…” He brushed her hair from her face. Her soft body pressed against his own. This girl saved him. And he couldn’t be more grateful for her.
“Well, I’m glad that he decided that.” She rested her head on his chest. He nodded in agreement, dropping his head to rest on hers. “Hey, Loki?”
“Hmm?”
“Just hold me.”
“As you will never give up on me, petal, I will never let go of you.”
Let’s Stay In (John Watson x Reader)
Words: 862
Characters/Pairings: John x reader, Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson (mentioned)
Warnings: None

“Come on, (Y/N).” John tossed a jacket to his girlfriend who was dozing on the bed. She groaned and flipped onto her stomach, hiding her face under her pillow. The bed was just too comfy and inviting. How could he think she could leave?
John chuckled and ripped the pillow away. A high-pitched whine left her and her body curled into a small ball. Her red tank top riding up and her sweats (his sweats) hung loosely from her hips. “Noooo… Jooohn…”
“It’s only been two weeks! It’s just a run!” John tugged on her ankles to pull her from bed; her hands clamped around the headboard.
“Says the man who gets winded after just five minutes! And it’s an entire 2 kilometers! No!” She shot back. Her fingers were slipping and John was pulling her ankles hard. He scoffed and tugged harder, sending the two of the flying back from the force when her fingers finally gave out.
She was in his lap on the floor, her blanket wrapped around her as it had been.
“Please, John. Let’s just forget this stupid resolution and just cuddle? Please?” She pouted and smoothed her hands over his shoulders, just the way she knew he liked. He bit his lip, having already considered it before he woke her up. He had to be strong. But…
Missing one day couldn’t hurt, right? He’ll let her stay in today but tomorrow, they’ll be back at it. Deep down he knew they’d never go running in the morning ever again. He sighed in defeat and dropped his head down on her shoulder.
“Alright, fine. But just for today.” He looked up and spoke sternly. She beamed at him and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“Yay! Now change back into your pjs. I want to cuddle. But first, some tea and food.” She flicked the zipper on his hoodie he planned on jogging in. He chuckled and let his hands trail down her body, tugging at her tank top lightly, as she stood up and left the room.
Outside the room and in the living room, Sherlock sat in his chair with his violin in his hands. He barely looked up when she walked in a began preparing tea.
“Give up?” Sherlock asked from his spot, plucking at the strings. She sent him a sarcastic smile and poured the hot water into mugs. Dropping a breakfast blend tea bag in each and fixing it the way they all like.
“No. Just… taking a different path…” She cringed at how lame her excuse was, hoping Sherlock wouldn’t call her out.
“I’m shocked you made it this far. Mrs. Hudson and I had a bet. She said you’d make it at least two weeks. I said three days. I suppose I owe her something now…”
(Y/N) huffed as she walked back into the living room, balancing her and John’s mugs in one hand and Sherlock’s in the other, a box of cookies tucked under one arm. “Oh please.” She handed him the mug. “But to be fair, we only made it to two weeks because Mrs. Hudson came up on the second day and encouraged us to go.”
“So, I would have won.”
“Yes, you would have.”
She waved at him as she returned to her shared bedroom with John. Said man sat in bed, waiting for his lovely girlfriend. His blue jacket was replaced by a grey t-shirt and his running pants by some flannel pants. She grinned at him when she pushed through the door.
“I bring gifts!” She exclaimed, holding up the tea in one hand and a box of cookies in the other. John smiled and held open the duvet for her as she set the tea on the bedside table. She crawled in with the box of cookies and nuzzled herself into his side.
“Movie?” John asked, breaking the box of cookies open. She nodded and stretched across him to reach the clicker on his bedside table.
“How about ‘When Harry met Sally’?” (Y/N) asked, clicking through the movies they downloaded.
“Sounds good,” John hummed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She began the movie and relaxed into John, sighing in contentment.
They watched the movie in a comfortable silence, both of them dozing in and out of consciousness. They hardly got days like this together. Either she was always at work at the hospital or he was off on some crazy adventure with Sherlock.
But she was off this weekend and Sherlock didn’t have a case, meaning John didn’t have to leave her here by herself.
Everything was warm and soft. His arms were strong and supportive and her body fit against him like a puzzle piece. The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains, giving everything an ethereal glow. The movie hummed lowly in the background. It was days like these that the two lived for.
“Glad we didn’t go on that run?” (Y/N) smirked, lacing their fingers together. John chuckled and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.
“Cheeky.” He mumbled into her hair.
“You love it.” She snarked back. He hummed.
“I love you.”
Fight For Love (George Weasley x reader)
Request: George Weasley Romantic prompt. 34. "I don't want to think about what I'd be like without you." 43. "I'm yours, in every way possible." & 69. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." ♡♡♡
Summary: The reader saves Fred from dying during the Battle of Hogwarts, nearly dying. George stays with her in the hospital until she wakes up.
Words: 542
Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x Reader, Fred x Reader (platonic), Percy (mentioned)
Warnings: Near death, slight swearing (if even that), hospitals

Lights exploded all around. Their home, the place they met, the place they fell in love, it was crumbling over them.
Her heart beat heavily in her chest as her lungs burned from the acidic smoke hanging in the air. With her wand held tightly in her hand, she fired spell after spell, blocking when she should and dodging the rest. All to get to the red-head across the courtyard.
George was fighting off two death eaters on his own, both of them firing jets of green light he was just barely sidestepping. Terror filled her along with a wave of rage. She already lost her godfather, Remus, and his wife, Tonks. She was not losing the love of her life, too.
She raised her wand at the two death eaters, “Stupefy!” The first went down, the other turning to look over at her, barely raising his wand before her fist connected with his face. The force was enough to knock him unconscious.
George sat on the ground looking up at her like the goddess she was. “Marry me.” He blurted. She laughed out loud, grabbing his hand and helping him up, pressing her lips to his.
“I’m yours, in every way possible,” She whispered in his good ear. He grinned from ear to ear.
They fought side by side for a while until they split to find Fred and anyone else to help. She was the one to find Fred, backed up against a wall with Percy. A death eater was approaching from the side, unseen by the two brothers, but not her.
Making a decision in a split second, she silently apologized to George for this. She sprinted towards Fred, tackling him to the side, out of the way of the curse that would have killed him. The wall exploded behind them, massive debris falling onto of the two.
“(Y/N)!!” Fred yelled as darkness took over and her body went limp over his.
She woke to the warm feeling of something holding her hand tightly, something running through her hair. It hurt to open her eyes, no doubt they were bruised and black, like the rest of her body.
“Geor…” Her voice gurgled in her throat.
“Oh, Love! Merlin, I thought… I thought you’d never wake up!” George’s jumped up from his position next to her on the hospital bed.
“’Ow long?” She couldn’t get much else out through her sore throat.
“Five days, love.” George lightly brushed his fingers over her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
“Fred?”
“He’s fine, up and walking.” There was a pause. And then a sob. Her eyes shot open to look over at George. “H-he’s alive because of you… But shit, (Y/N), you almost died in his place… I don’t want to think about what I’d be like without you.”
Tears pool in her eyes, making her vision even worse. She squeezed his hand in hers, hoping he could feel the love she was unable to express in words. He gave a watery smile, bringing her bruised hand to press a kiss to her knuckles. The same ones that punched a death eater in the face.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, love, but I’m never letting go.”