Hi, I Love Your Style Of Writing So Much! Can I Please Get Number 25 And 32 With Loki? Thank You So Much

Hi, i love your style of writing so much! 😍 Can I please get number 25 and 32 with Loki? Thank you so much ❤

Got it! I love Loki so I'm super excited to write this one!

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! 🖤

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.”

Breaking and Entering (George Weasley x Reader)

Request:  Hi could you write 31 and 72 with George weasley!

Summary: George finally works up the courage to ask out the reader, so he breaks into her dorm room.

Words: 1187

Characters/Pairings: George Weasley x reader, Fred Weasley

Warnings: None

Fred snickered to himself as he watched his twin. He was being absolutely ridiculous, staring at the pretty girl sitting at the Ravenclaw table. He was pretty sure George hasn’t realized that his mouth was hanging open and he hasn’t turned the page of the book he was pretending to read in ten minutes.

“Mate, just ask her out,” Fred finally spoke up, elbowing his twin in the side. George jumped violently, his book dropping into the chocolate pudding on the table. He sent a glare to Fred, cleaning up.

“Ask who out?” George hid his blush while busying himself with cleaning off the book.

“Oh please, don’t act like you haven’t been checking out (Y/N) over there at the Ravenclaw table for the past fifteen minutes! It’s obvious you have a thing for her, mate. Just ask her out.”

“Okay, okay, fine. But I’ll need your help…”

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. There’s an 80% chance we could die horribly and violently, but this plan is solid, I swear,” Fred whispered, looking around the corner for any teachers, or Filch.

“Thank you, Fred,” George hissed, rolling his eyes. “Not like I’m already freaking out about this.”

Fred laughed and elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh, come on! It’s just sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room and into the girls’ dorm! A piece of cake!”

“Do you even know how to get into their common room?” George hissed as they darted for the door.  A bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle head stared at them.

“Psh, you go through the door, of course.” Fred knocked a few times, maybe someone inside will let them in. Since they don’t know the password to get in.

“What asks, but never answers?” The eagle spoke in a musical voice. The boys looked at each other, then down to the knocker.

“Erm… what?” George cleared his throat.

“What asks, but never answers?”

“Oh! It’s a riddle!” Fred exclaimed. “Okay, um… asks but never answers…”

Fred shrugged after thinking for a few moments and looked to George who shrugged as well, clueless.

“A question.” A soft voice sounded behind them. They jumped away from the source of the sound, soon feeling ridiculous when it was only Loony Lovegood.

The door swung open and the slight girl brushed passed them into the common room. They stood there for a breath and followed after when she beckoned them in.

“(Y/N)’s dorm is up those stairs and her door has gold stars painted on it.” Luna pointed to the set of stairs across from them and they nodded and crept their way there. George stopped and turned to the blonde.

“How did you know we were looking for (Y/N)’s dorm?” He cocked an eyebrow. Luna shrugged and flipped open her book, burying her nose in it.

“You’re not very subtle.” Was all she offered as an answer. George blushed and looked down at his feet. Fred sighed and grabbed George by his shoulder, spun him, and dragged him up the stairs.

They made their way up the stairs, searching each door for gold stars. It felt like ages that they climbed these stairs, going in circles, up and up. George groaned as he stopped for a breather, leaning against a random door.

“Ho-how high does thi-this tower go?” George tossed his head back onto the wood, looking up at the gold designs on the door. Hey, they look like stars. Gold stars. George leaped forward and spun around.

In swirly gold font, ‘(Y/N)’ was written along with her roommates’ names. Fred scoffed and banged his head on the wall. The door had been there the whole time. George shrugged and slowly opened the door, peeking in.

Finding the room empty, he motioned Fred forward and the two slipped into the room. The room was large with five beds tucked into the walls, blue and silver drapes hung around the room and over the bed. Floating fairy lights drifted above their heads, casting a soft glow in the dark room.

The two made their way around the room, looking for any sign of which bed might have been (Y/N)’s. Each bed had picture frames of girls and their families, little trinkets on the shelves and books laid about.

“Oi, George, lookit.” Fred pointed to the bed farthest from the door. Pictures of (Y/N) and her family and friends lined the shelf. Tiny starfish sat in a jar, amethyst and topaz and every gemstone dotted the space. On the bed, a black cat blinked at them, a silver tag hung around its neck.

George suddenly felt like running from the room. Why was he here? To ask out a girl in some extravagant way? What if she said no? this would all be for naught. He was broken out of his thoughts when Fred draped a scarf around George’s shoulders.

“Oh, George~ You are so amazing! I can’t believe you would do this just for me!” Fred danced around the room with (Y/N)’s favorite hat on his head, flipping another scarf around his neck.

“Shh! Fred, be quiet, someone’s gonna hear us! Let’s just get this done.” George ripped the hat off his twin’s head.

“Get what done?” They both froze at the voice. Upon turning, they found (Y/N) and a two of her roommates standing at the door. (Y/N) had a bewildered look on her face, her friends looked suspicious. They knew of George’s crush on their roommate and this was actually really creepy.

“U-um, it’s not what it looks like.” George pulled the scarf off of his shoulders and shoved it back behind him into Fred’s chest.

“What does it look like, then?” She didn’t look mad, but George knew the dangerous calm that settled on her face, he’d seen it on his mother many times before.

“Urm… I uh- well you see…” George fiddled with his wand in his hands, thinking of his plan to ask her out but now that she stood before him, he has lost his nerve.

“George was going to give you this.” Fred handed (Y/N) a small envelope with her name scrawled onto the front with red ink. She cautiously took it into her hands, who knew what the white paper could contain.

George’s face was a red as his hair as he watched her rip open the envelope he meant to leave on her bed along with loads of conjured flowers and chocolates.

Inside the envelope was a plain white card. She rose an eyebrow and looked up to George who was already watching her, gauging her reaction. He winced at her look.

The second she opened the card tiny fireworks exploded from within. A rainbow of colors filled the entire room in a wide range of shapes and figures. Stars and flowers and tiny fish swan around her. A smile overtook her face at the display, her roommates giggling behind her.

As the fireworks came to an end one last firework popped in the air in front of her. Her eyes widened and she brought a hand to her mouth.

                                                     “Be Mine?”

                                                         "Yes."

A/N: Sorry guys I haven’t been posting for the past few weeks! I’ve been going through some tough shit and writing seemed more like a task than something relaxing. but now everything is somewhat settling, so hopefully, I can finish though requests I have left.

Thinking Out Loud (Sherlock Holmes x Reader)

Request: 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!

Words: 665

Characters/Pairings: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: FLUFF, marriage

Shaky hands shifted and pulled at the lace sleeves of the dress. Sighs left the cherry lips of the nervous bride in puffs. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the thought of in just a few minutes she’d be waltzing down the aisle.

“Are you feeling okay?” Mary asked from behind her. (Y/N) nodded with a wavering smile. She was feeling more than okay. She was elated, practically buzzing with anticipation.

“It’s just – I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.” She felt her heart thumped loudly in her chest. “Especially for Sherlock.” She let out a small chuckle. Mary huffed a laugh of agreement while nodding her head.

                                                 Flashback

The couple walked side by side near the Eye of London. Some man had been found dead in the river just around here. They were here to find clues as to who killed him.

The woman’s attention was drawn away from her path when she heard a squeal of delight and a woman shouting ‘yes’. A young couple, younger than her and Sherlock, stood at the base of the Eye, wrapped up in each other’s arms in the chilly winter air.

(Y/N) sighed nearly inaudibly, but from how close she stood to her partner, he could easily hear the longing sound.

“Don’t even think about it,” he drawled, not looking at her. “I told you when we first started this relationship, that it would not end up in marriage. It’s not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t – I didn’t…” she sighed heavily. “I don’t expect you to ever propose to me. I’ll be content to just be with you for the rest of our lives… Or until you get bored.” She looked down at her feet, stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Sherlock suddenly stopped and faced her. She didn’t look up to him.

“Look at me.” He demanded, his voice tight. She refused. “(Y/N), look at me… please.”

It must have been important for him to say please. She looked and locked eyes with the detective.

“Don’t ever think I would get bored of you.” He paused for a moment, his brows furrowing. Then without another word he turned and walked away. She watched with wide eyes as his back grew farther away. She had to run to catch up.

Months passed and the two were lounging at home, having just waved Mary and John off. The two had just recently married and were still adjusting to the married life. (Y/N) sat squished in between Sherlock and the couch arm. For some reason unknown to her, he decided to sit as close to her as possible, just short of sitting on her.

“When should we set the date?” Sherlock asked out of the blue. Blinking in confusion, (Y/N) looked up from her book.

“What date?”

“For our wedding, of course.” He rolled his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Just marry me already. I know with John and Mary getting married you can’t stand the thought of not marrying me.”

                                               End Flashback

“I do.” His deep voice rang in tune with her soul. Her smile was blinding to his eyes. Never had he ever met someone so radiant. He was glad she was his. And with this kiss they now shared, she was his and he was hers for the rest of their lives.

“At what point did you think that this was a good idea?” She mumbled, pressing her forehead to his.

“Don’t you remember? At the Eye, I told you I wouldn’t mind you having my last name if that were the only reason we got married.” His hands were soft and warm around hers. She cocked an eyebrow.

“No, you didn’t. You just said we would never get married, then told me that you’d never get bored of me. You stared at me for a bit the just walked away…” She recounted. His face twisted in annoyance.

“I really need to start saying things out loud…”

I’m submitting a request that you write about bringing us food and actually bring us food. K thanks 😘

Good lord. I'm not bringing you guys food. 😂