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[goldfeizh]

"Like-like"

PAIRING : George Weasley/Male!Reader, crushing

FANDOM : Harry Potter, one-shot

CONTAINS : Drunk love confessions, fluff, like- one swear word, mentions of alcohol (THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD‼️)

Gryffindor parties are often described to be rather wild, and although it contributes to the stereotype that all Gryffindors are loud and obnoxious, it's not entirely false that the parties they throw can be over-the-top lively. However, nobody ever mentions the calmer aftermath, when the energy has died down and everyone is either wasted, exhausted, or have passed out. You expected George to get drunk— knowing that he and his twin are the life of the party —and you expected you would be the one looking after him, as you always do. Maybe you care for him just a little too much, because if you didn't, you wouldn't be painstakingly dragging the boy up the stairs toward the dormitories.

"Godric's sake, George—" You mutter under your breath as you attempt to haul him up. He's heavy, and certainly stubborn about staying sat on the cold, wooden floor. He groans in protest, whining with slurred words. It always seems like he becomes more irritatingly immature in moments like these. You sigh in defeat, leaning against the wall beside George in an exasperated manner then sliding down to sit next to him.

"Fine then, we're sleeping in the hallway." You mutter, clearly annoyed yet you can't really bring yourself to truly be mad at George. Your gaze wanders, and eventually it lands on the boy beside you. He's rambling on about something without a care in the world, his words don't make any sense. You find yourself chuckling at his ridiculously messy hair, and the way he tries to form coherent sentences and act as if he's sober. It's amusing.

"Then I looked.. I saw you, it was—" George pauses, as if looking for the right thing to say through his inebriated mind, "—It was like, woahh, y'know?" He gestures with his hands to convey an effect of awe, almost hitting you in the process. He turns to you with this stupid grin on his face, he's all giggly and dazed, and it makes you wonder if it's because he's looking at you.

You raise an eyebrow at his words. Humoring him would mean having to deal with drunken ramblings, you don't know if you have the social energy for that. Still, it would make your night less boring. "What d'you mean by woah?" You ask, curiosity hanging in the air. You watch as your friend's expression changes, looking as though he's processing what you'd just said. Or maybe it's a look of incredulity, like he can't quite believe you'd ask that, 'cause to him, the answer is obvious.

"Because," He pauses, leaning against you. For a moment, he just stares at you, until he realizes that you're expecting a reason. George clears his throat, "You're pretty— prettiest boy I ever, uh, seen." He states matter-of-factly, feigning a serious expression. Despite his efforts, a cheeky grin makes it's way to his lips as he snickers, "Aside from me, o' course!"

The compliment catches you off-guard— even though you know that he's under the influence of alcohol and sheer honesty is pretty common for people who are intoxicated, but you're still surprised. And although you laugh along with a scoff as you playfully push the other way, a thought lingers in your head. He thinks you're pretty. "Oh, fuck off." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

"What? Y'dont believe me?"

"Not one bit!"

"C'mon," He laughs softly, "I mean it!" George insists. He lets his head fall on your shoulder as he's slouched on the floor with his eyes closed. "I like your face."

You hum, "I like your face too, I guess."

It falls silent, a comfortable quiet that George immediately interrupts because he just can't seem to stop talking for more than 10 seconds, "The rest of you is pretty cool too."

"Really now?" You reply absentmindedly, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Even with your attempt to act nonchalant, the warmth of your face gives away how affected you truly are by his comments.

"Yeah, I likee—" He trails off, the sound of his fingers tapping against the wooden floor rings in your ears. "Eh, you." George declares finally, nodding to himself like he's making sure what he said was right.

If you were surprised by his compliment earlier, this one has rendered you speechless. Partly out of shock, but also because you're far too busy running through rampant thoughts and going through every possibility or reason for him to say that to even think of a response. You don't want to get ahead of yourself and assume that it's a confession. Meanwhile, he doesn't seem to notice how tense your shoulders had become, "Like a lot," George continues thoughtfully. "More than anyone, actually. Uhm, 's that weird? I hope not."

You don't respond, because what are you supposed to do when your friend says something that you know he won't even remember in the morning?

George murmurs under his breath, "Think I—" He cuts himself off, abruptly sitting up straight. His eyebrows are furrowed yet his eyes hold that dazed stare, which makes you contemplate if it's George or the alcohol talking. "No no, I know that I..." He stammers, his expression one of concentration as he tries to find the right words to convey how he feels, or atleast that's what it looks like to you. "Like-like you."

It takes you a moment to react. He sounds so sincere and genuine, and you can't help but bark out a laugh because you'd never thought you would hear George ever say the words 'Like-like', especially not during a drunk confession. It doesn't take long for the other to join in on your laughter, although he doesn't really seem to understand what you find so funny and that just seems to make the situation all the more comedic.

"Alright, come on." You stand up from the floor, patting down any dust on your pants before you reach a hand out to George. "Let's get you to your dorm." You smiles as he takes your hand into his, and only now do you notice how calloused and warm his palm is. It's like all the worries you had moments prior have now been stored in the far back of your mind, you'll worry about it again in the morning. You haul the boy up, and this time he lets you pull him to his feet. He stumbles forward, legs still wobbly as you quickly catch him.

"For the record, I like-like you too," You finally admit whilst guiding George to his dorm-room.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

FINALLY, this took me way too long than it should have. Not my best work tbh, there are some parts that I like and some parts that I wish I had done better. I don't know if I did good on the dialogue, this is my first time writing a drunk character so I hope I did atleast half-decent. I'm still pretty proud of this, though. As always, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!!

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[goldfeizh]

"Soup"

PAIRING : Heather/Reader, established relationship

CONTAINS : Fluff, Reader has a cold and is dramatic

"Ughh—" you groan in discomfort, curled up in the fetal position as you sniffle. You aren't in any major pain, although you exaggerate as if you are. The sweat rolls down from your forehead to your chin as you continue to complain and bitch about your illness.

Heather rolls her eyes, "It's just a cold, [Name]," she says, her arms crossed as she purses her lips. She's sitting by the edge of your bed— you had called her hours prior, whining about how your parents aren't home and how horrible you felt; how it's too hot and too cold all at the same time. You didn't think she'd actually come, but now she's here. Heather never fails to surprise you, even from the start of your relationship.

You pout at her words, you shift into a different position with your head on your girlfriend's lap, "Make me soup?" you look up at her with pleading eyes and pursed lips to prevent the cheeky smile trying to form upon your features. Heather's nose scrunches up, shoving your face away from her lap as she abruptly stands up.

"Fine, but only 'cause you're so persistent!" It's gonna take her a while to admitting that she cares; maybe she'll never be able to admit it, but you already know.

I'll be posting drabbles as a start, I used to have an old tumblr acc where I also made fanfics but I lost it and it's been a while since I actually wrote something again, so I hope this is alright! Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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[goldfeizh]

"Harold with a Goth Reader!"

PAIRING : Harold/Reader, established relationship

FANDOM : Total Drama, headcanons

CONTAINS : Fluff, words like "pretty" and "gorgeous" used in a gender-neutral way

He ADORES you; He loves looking at you, watching you do your makeup, he loves it when you show him your outfit. Harold just genuinely thinks that you're really really pretty.

Harold would learn anything and everything he can about Goth Subculture. Like, the moment he realizes that he has a crush on you, he is gonna spend his whole night searching the internet for information to impress you with.

He often thinks about what he would look like if he was Goth, but he's also extremely reluctant to try it out. Although, he'd be secretly ecstatic if you offer to put makeup on him.

He has tried listening to Goth Music before, but he couldn't really get himself into it much. He definitely finds it cool, though, and he enjoys discovering new songs that he thinks you would like. PLEASE make playlists for this man, he doesn't even care if it's genres he actually listens to, the mere fact that you thought of him while listening to music already makes him so happy.

This man would defend you with his life— not as much physically, but he can and will talk anybody's ear off if they call you emo. He would ramble on about all the differences between Emo and Goth Subculture.

To be honest, Harold was probably intimidated by you at first. Like, he thought you looked cool, he was just a little nervous around you.

Once you actually talk to him, he becomes even more nervous— not out of fear, but because WOW, do you look gorgeous up-close. Mans is stuttering so much that you can't even understand what he's trying to say.

He's the type of guy to find some random object at a thrift store or a cool shiny rock, and he would bring it to you and be like "This reminded me of you! :D"

If you like literature or poetry, Harold would write poems for you. Most of it is really sappy and maybe a little cringy but it's cute.

Cemeteries freak him out, but if you like going to them, he would still accompany you. His hands are shaking while you hold them, he's jumping and flinching at every sound that he deems creepy, but he is staying by your side.

Concerts. He's never been to one but he thinks they're awesome and he would be over the moon if you asked him to go to one with you! He'd be happily holding your hand in the crowd. He's also rather tall, so he'll hold your phone for you up high to record the concert.

Harold enjoys celebrating Halloween with you. He has always wanted to dress up like a vampire, it is a childhood dream of his, and he will not admit it until you actually tell him that you wanna dress up as Vampires for Halloween.

He's a patient man but he can't deny the fact that it takes you so long to get ready. Like, if you guys are going to an event with a set time that you should be there by, he's waking you up atleast 2 or 3 hours earlier than the usual time you wake up so you can start getting ready earlier because he does not want to be late— unless it's an event that he doesn't really wanna go to, then take as long as you want.

For the Goth Harold lovers. I don't see enough xReaders for this man, he's one of my favorite characters and I think he deserves some love!! I'd also like to note that I'm not Goth, I tried to do as much research as I can, and also tried to keep some things genera and maybe a little vague because I didn't want to end up offending a group of people. Please tell me if I got anything wrong, constructive criticism, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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