No More Pretending (Fred Weasley X Reader)

No More Pretending (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Request: fluffy/funny fred weasley please with "Please pretend to be my girlfriend." and "I love you. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!" from the prompts list 

Summary: The reader is Fred's best friend and she’s going to the burrow for Christmas. George was spreading a rumor that Fred and the reader were dating that got back to the Weasley's

Words: 1237

Characters/Pairings: Fred x Reader, George Weasley, Molly Weasley

Warnings: Angst, FLuFf, Making out, kissing

A/N: So I know the request was to be funny/fluffy, but this ended up more angsty than anything but I still like it so yeah...

“Please, (Y/N), please pretend to be my girlfriend, just for the holidays!” Fred was practically hanging off the younger Gryffindor’s arm. He had been at this for nearly an hour now and (Y/N) was about ready to smother him.

Apparently, someone (George) had been telling the entire Weasley family that Fred and (Y/N) were dating. (Y/N) already had plans to go to the Burrow for the winter holidays so backing out now would cause her parents some problems, meaning they would have to cancel their oh-so-important trip to the Bahamas.

However, going to the Burrow, whether or not she allowed this rumor to continue, would just be awkward. Fred had already explained how delighted Molly was at the idea of her Freddie finding “such a wonderful girl.”

If she agreed to this, she didn’t think it would be very good for her heart. She had been harboring a crush in the red-head for some years now but she knew he only saw her as a younger sister, as she was in the same year as Ron.

But if she ended this rumor, she would have to suffer through the inevitable mournful sighs and disappointed looks from Molly. That sounded a lot worse than potentially getting her heart crushed…

“Okay, fine!” She threw her hands up in the air. Fred broke out into a grin and swept her into a hug.

“Oh, Thank Merlin! Don’t worry, it’s only for the Holidays, then I can tell Mum that it just didn’t work out, yeah?” Fred set her down on the floor again, too relieved to notice the way she rubbed her arm and looked sadly at the floor.

“Yeah.”

(Y/N) forced a smile on her face when Molly enveloped her in a hug on the platform, here to pick her children up. She was already regretting this greatly. (Y/N) didn’t like lying to the kind woman, or any Weasley for that matter.

“Alright, Mum, I think you're suffocating her.” Fred came up with both his and (Y/N)’s trunks. Molly released (Y/N) and took her boy into a hug as well, then moving onto George. Fred offered (Y/N) an encouraging smile over his mother’s shoulder.

Back at the Burrow, Fred followed (Y/N) up the stairs to Ginny’s room to get her settled in. He was worried about his best friend. She had been quiet the entire way to the Burrow and even now she was staring absentmindedly down at her hands.

“Are you alright?” Fred set down her trunk and moved to stand in front of her, grabbing her attention.

“Yeah. Couldn’t be better.” She instantly replied.

“(Y/N), obviously something wrong. You haven’t been yourself all day.” Fred rested his hands on her shoulders. He was shocked when she jerked away like his touch was fire. “(Y/N)…”

“Look, I’m fine, just leave it, Fred.” She brushed past him and escaped downstairs, apologizing when she nearly plowed over George. The boy looked after her with a raised brow as she went out into the garden in a rage.

“What’d you do to her? did she break up with you?” George teased when Fred met him on the landing. Fred punched his brother’s arm.

As the days went on, (Y/N) played the part of Fred’s girlfriend as she said she would. But when it was just them, she would move to sit away from him, her smile dropping. It was torture having to sit and hold hands with him, to smile at him even.

Finally, Fred had had enough and cornered (Y/N) in the bathroom, when she was stepping out from a shower, the air steamy and the mirror fogged.

“Fred, what’re you doing? Move it!” (Y/N) tried to push him aside, but he stood fast, towering over her small frame.

“No.” He grabbed her hands from shoving him and pinned them to his chest, stepping painfully close. She diverted her gaze to the bathroom wall.

“What do you want with me, Fred…?” She mumbled. It was obvious that he was here to ask why she was avoiding him when they were alone, but she couldn’t fathom why he cared so much.

“What’s going on with you? Did I do something wrong?” Fred’s grip loosed on her hands at her defeated tone and held them gently, stroking the backs with his thumbs.

“Fr-Fred, I… No, you didn’t do anything wrong… I just,” She choked back a sob, “I just can’t stand to pretend anymore.”

Fred paused, taking in the weight of her words. She wouldn’t look up at him, however, she wasn’t pulling away from him as she had been the past few days.

“Okay… Okay, we don’t have to anymore; we can go downstairs and tell everyone the truth, alright?” Fred tried to pull her into a comforting hug, only to be slapped away.

“No, you don’t understand! I don’t want to pretend because I wish – I wish that it was true!” She finally looked up with tears in her (E/C) eyes. Her cheeks were flushed a bright shade of rose. He gave her a blank look of confusion, not quite understanding what she meant. She sighed.

“I love you. I’ve loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you and- Oh screw it!” She lost her nerve and ripped her hands from his when she saw that his blank look wasn’t shifting. He clearly doesn’t feel the same way and she has just made a fool of herself.

(Y/N) was nearly out the door when Fred finally came to his senses and grabbed her by her waist. She gasped as she nearly fell but he wound his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

“I’m sorry. I never realized… I never meant to hurt you, (Y/N).” Fred buried his face in her damp hair, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. “I love you, too, (Y/N). I guess I was just too focused on myself to think of how this was making you feel…”

“Fred…” (Y/N) sighed and slowly turned in his arms and rested her hands on his chest. She looked up at him, subconsciously licking her lips. His hazel eyes followed the movement.

“C-can I kiss you?” He whispered. She nodded, her gaze locked onto his lips. He breathed out a relief laugh before closing the distance between them. It was bliss. His lips where chapped and rough but oh-so-gentle and warm.

His hands splayed out across her back, not sure whether to push against her or bring her closer to him, he just needed to feel her. She was so soft and the way her fingers felt as they moved to tug at his hair drove him mad.

Everything was hot and steamy from the shower she just took, their skin glistened and glowed from the heat and raw emotion hanging in the air. Needing to be closer, he bent slightly to grab her thighs and lifted her up onto the counter, stepping between her legs.

His lips trailed down to her jawline while his hands traveled under her shirt –

“Kids! Dinner’s ready!” Molly’s voice reverberated up the stairs. The two teens pulled away from each other, out of breath and still grasping at each other like lifelines. Fred rested his forehead against hers.

“I love you,” He mumbled. “I always will.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. She smiled gently, her eyes closed with happiness.

“I love you, too, Freddie.”

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 😚😚

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.”

Would you be willing to write a romantic incest fic?

Sorry but no 😊

Thanks so much, Hun! 😭 ah, you just made my entire month!

Dear Writers

Ok guys, I wanna start a post to appreciate our amazing writers here on Tumblr. Reblog with your favorite writers and spread the love. They need to know they’re great. My writing senpais are @grace-writes-shit @iluvsexyvoltageguys and @jessyurahara. Grace, I especially love your Safe and Sound and One Day stories, and I hope to see more with these characters and many others. To all of you good luck and we love what you do

Animal Instinct (Tony Stark x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could I request prompts 64 and 90 for Tony Stark? Thank you!

Words: 1836

Characters/Pairings: Tony x reader, Bruce Banner, Wanda, Vision, Animals

Warnings: A little angst, fluff, cursing

(Y/N) lounged in the comfy daybed nestled in the corner of the bright, spacious room. A book was resting on her knees and flowers danced in her hair. The room was designed to fit her personality – and powers. 

“Mr. Dougal, I already told you, I just fed you.” Her voice rang through the air like wind chimes.

“But Celia ate half!” A tiny voice buzzed from a glass tank on a stand next to the bed. 

“And I feed you both enough to split it,” She told the ornery Leopard gecko. A small humph sounded, along with the scuttle of claws on the basking rock. (Y/N) chuckled before returning to her book.

Animals and plants. That was her power. Talking to animals had come as naturally to her as it had with talking to people. Her parents had pulled her out of school at a young age, for the fear that their child would be ostracized. 

Not long after, she was sprouting flowers from nowhere. Flowers grew in any space they could. From the walls of her bedroom to the banister of the stairs. That was when her parents realized their daughter wasn’t just imaginative. She was a freak. 

   The first chance they had, they shipped her off to some facility for the mentally disturbed. It was there, seventeen years later, at the age of 26, did Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers find her.

   The two heroes showed up when they caught word that the headmaster of the facility was using some of the residents with gifts like hers to rob high profile banks. They saved her. Gave her a home. Gave her a reason to live.

She smiled to herself as she recalled that day when the metal door to her dark cell opened to reveal her salvation.

“Smiles like that might make someone think you're trying to seduce them.” An arrogant voice called from the doorway. She smirked. It took a long time for her to even be able to smile, let alone smirk.

“Only you, Mr. Stark. You’re the only one I’d try to seduce.” Flirting had only just become a part of her social arsenal. “Now, what is it you want? You never come to my room unless you want something.” She set down her book and leveled him with a steady smile.

“You know me too well…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Listen, it’s for science.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always for science, with you.” Nevertheless, she stood from her bed, the cat lounging next to her giving her a disgruntled glare.

“I was comfy.”

“Too bad, your Majesty.” The woman waved the Russian Blue off. Turning her attention to Tony she said, “Lead the way, Mr. Stark.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tony? Mr. Stark makes me feel… I don’t know. Old.”

She chuckled and linked her arm with his as they walked down the hall to the elevator. “Just a few more, Mr. Old Man Stark.” He grunted at her.

Bruce was already waiting for them when they arrived at the lab. He gave (Y/N) a kind smile and thanked her for coming.

“So, what do we have in store for today?” She tilted her head. Bruce observed the slight color change on Tony’s cheeks as the bachelor watched his female companion, their arms still linked and he breast lightly brushing his arm. Bruce hid his smirk by taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Just some normal stuff, hooking you up to some machines and monitoring the energy waves around you when you use your powers.” Tony stiffly removed his arm from her hold. A small frown took over her face at the awkward action.

“Okay, need me to undress?” She asked Bruce. Next to her, Tony was as still as a board. His heart racing in his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense it with whatever power she had. She could.

“Yes, please. There are some gowns in the other room you can change into.” Bruce waved her to the door to their right. Giving him a nod, she made her way to the room, wondering what was wrong with Tony. 

Once she was gone, Bruce whipped around to smirk at Tony. The man raised a brow at his friend’s strange look.

“What? What?” Tony crossed his arms, shifting from foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Bruce.

“You know what, Tony! You like her!” Bruce laughed.

“I do not!” Tony scoffed, “She’s like a sister to me!”

“Last I checked, brothers don’t usually drool at the idea of their sisters undressing.” Bruce sassed back.

Tony sputtered, searching for a comeback but failing. What could he say? That the girl he saved just a year ago ended up being the reason he got up in the morning? Just so he could see that sunshine smile and glittering eyes that lit up his world.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it. She likes you, too.” Bruce reassured him, noticing the increasing panic in the genius’ eyes. Tony’s head snapped up.

“S-she does? Well- well should I- should I ask her out?” Never before had Tony Stark felt so nervous but excited at the same time. Normally, he’d be suave and seductive, but all of that was replaced with butterflies when he thought of the gifted woman.

“To be honest I could care less,” Bruce shrugged. “I just want these stolen glances and longing sighs to stop.”

“What do think this is? Some sappy, low-budget romcom? Or a fanfiction written by some lonely 19-year-old girl?” Tony tightened his stance, biting his lip.

“Okay, that was oddly specific, but no. Just tell her how you feel and get it over with.”

Tony was going to reply when the door to the other room opened. (Y/N) stepped out dressed in the stiff, boxy hospital gown, not showing an ounce of the curves Tony loved so much. She gave them a smile and hopped onto the examination table.

Bruce gave Tony a look and moved to the machine. “Alright, (Y/N), Tony’s going to hook you up and we can begin.” Tony’s head whipped to Bruce, who simply smiled. 

Tensely, Tony took the stick nodes and began sticking them to her temples and chest, careful not to touch her skin.

She noticed his aversion to touch her. When she linked arms with him, and now when he was fixing her up to the machine.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” She asked, tilting her head to look up at his shadowed face. He grunted in reply, not an affirmation but not a denial. Her brows furrowed.

After setting her up and a few tests, (Y/N) was dressed again and storming to her room, slamming the door. It could be heard around the entire compound.

“Jeez, who was that?” Wanda asked as she enters the kitchen with Vision, Tony, and Bruce already there. Bruce just glared at Tony who only looked down at his bowl of cereal.

“Ugh! Who does he think he is? Every time I try to get closer to him, past flirting, he just shoots me down! Like, if you don’t like me, then just tell me! Rather than just letting me hope needlessly that we would ever be anything!” (Y/N) was pacing her room, animals watching her move from their tanks and perches.

“Maybe he’s scared of you?” Harper the crested gecko spoke.

“Or he’s just shy.” Nesta the Hedgehog piped in.

“Hah, Tony? Scared, shy? Not likely!” (Y/N) chucked a stuffed flower at the wall, a gift from the matter of debate. She paused, staring at that smiling cartoon face adorning the flower. 

“You like him, don’t you?” Mr. Dougal asked.

“I do… I like him a lot…” She hung her head. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I’m scared of the outcome should I ever admit my feeling to him.”

The animals were silent as she slumped onto a beanbag chair, her head hanging back.

Hours passed with her staring at her ceiling, thinking about that damn billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Her animals had long abandoned her for their warm cubbies and hiding holes. The flowers growing has also closed up for the night.

A knock at the closed door had her finally looking away from the white ceiling, her eyes burning a bit. She hefted herself up and dragged her feet to the door, not really in the mood for company.

“Yes?” She asked tiredly.

“Hey…”

She stopped at the sound of his voice. She took a step back. 

“What do you want? Here to show me how much you actually don’t like being around me?” She sounded so pathetic to her own ears. But she couldn’t hide the disappointment anymore.

“Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you- why would you think that?” He was shocked. Was that what she really thought of him? That he doesn’t like her?

“Well, you’re always stiff and awkward and you never want to… touch me…” She sniffed rubbing a hand over her nose, hiding her face with her hair. “I thought we were- I thought you wanted something more, from all the flirting… But I guess I was wrong…”

“(Y/N) …” Tony reached for her but hesitated. Would she even want to be touched by him? Maybe not… But… Tossing caution to the wind, Tony pulled her into a tight embrace. 

“I know- I know I’m not the most pleasant guy to be around. But you’re always so… caring. You care more about me than I do for myself. And I – I love that about you. I don’t hate you… in fact… “He took a deep breath, “I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in her hair, refusing to see her expression.

“T-Tony…” Tears leaked from her eyes, dropping like liquid diamonds into his chest. His arc reactor seeming to glow brighter. Her arms constricted tighter around his torso, her lips pressing into his neck.

Her hair, running his fingers down her spine. Goosebumps rose in their wake. She shook her head, pressing herself closer to his body.

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Just knowing the man I love, loves me back… it’s enough.” A small smile grew on her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, drawing her to look up at him. His eyes were like fire and the intensity burned her to the core.

His eyes dropped down to her lips, his gaze causing her to lick her lips. Biting her lip, she rose closer to his face. It was all he needed to crush his lips against hers in a searing kiss that imprinted both of their souls.

Down the hall whispers and cheers could be heard. 

“About time!” Sam’s voice called. Breaking apart, Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head up, talking into the room.

“JARVIS, set off the sprinklers in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Screams filled the hall.