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[soulpoems01]

When you miss someone, you never met…in a poem”

I don’t need a man who thinks he get every girl he looks at.

I don’t need a man who always wanna know better and never shows he care for my opinion. 

I don’t need a man who never say sorry when he make a mistake and always put the blame in my shoes. 

I don’t need a man who only say ‘if I’m okay’ if he can read it on my face and further never cares. 

I don’t need a man that only want sex and pleasure just because he thinks that is the most important. 

I don’t need a man who never show that I can be myself around him and that I’m worth his faith. 

… …

I need someone who sees me, the moment he look into my eyes, 

I’m the only thing that makes that person happy. 

Someone who will take care of me if my heart and thoughts has so much to take.

Someone who tells me if I’m alright, even if a have a good day! 

Someone who fill my lungs with oxygen, and I will breathe for. 

Someone who I feel connected to from the moment we met, like the stars hold the moon in the midnight sky. 

Someone who is sexual and emotional bounded to my soul, a pleasure that’s only out of true love, like the universe touches the galaxy’s. 

Someone where I can share all my dreams with and vise versa. And make those dreams happen together. 

Someone who will love unconditionally. Like water kisses the earth. 

I will love you with every part of my body, all of my flaws and imperfections.`

Cause deep inside I know, that we make each other perfect, 

no matter what! … … 

… 

- Quincy - 

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[whatwouldmariecurieactuallydo]

Entrances

Further away from my door,

Away on a moor,

They tie me to currents

For them to me subdue

Prosaic such pain

The machine beeps

The sun stops shining

I’ve given up on sleep.

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[sowjanyamurthy]

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[insidedilsmind]

You’re not safe with me; I will ruin you Because that’s what I always tend to do Unintentionally so But it’s inevitable, you know I ruin every good thing that comes my way And you, my love, best believe when I say Are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. So, imagine the kind of tragedy That I would be capable of To do To you.

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[screaming-opposum]

× 𝙕𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚 ×

He got closer to the other, laying down on the cold ground, it was a mess, dust was setting low and a car allarm was ringing far away, he still had a sharp pain in his temple from the explosion but right now his priority was the man laying on the road, his man...

[]

Everything was so loud but so quiet, it was like being underwater, his body hurted but it was quickly numbing, the taste of metal was in his mouth and he knew it was from the blood, now running down his chin, he often tough of how it would had end, he didnt expect it like this, but no one ever does right? He was happy he got to see his love a last time, many people with their job didn't get the chance... He looked at the other, wasn't really able to understand what he was saying, but he was crying, maybe screaming his name. He touched lightly his wrist, finger growing heavy, and smile at him, like he did many times, many nights, on the school roof or the dormitory bed, watching some stupid movie...He wished they would have seen more stupid things togheter, did so much more...

[]

His touch was cold and sended a shiver down the boy spine, he couldn't bare the sight of his lover dying while he couldn't do anything about it, yet, he was smiling, even when dying, the other was the one comforting him, after all, once you're gone its over, the pain isnt there anymore, the one to suffer are the one to remain... He focused again on him, he was trying to say something

"Hey... Remember when we were watching-... The walking dead? A... And you asked me if i would eat you... If i were a zombie"

He couldnt help but smile, even with tears rolling down his cheek

"Yes... Yes i remember. You never answered me. You said it was a dumb question"

He tried to sound happy at the memory even if his breath was fast and broke from hiccups of sorrow... And then he smiledAnd his whole world was a bit brighter

"If i were a zombie...i would never eat your brain... I just want your heart...its all i ever wanted"

He didn't had time to respond... One moment before he was looking into his tired eyes, the other they were close... He hold his body tight, someone tried to pull him away but he didn't realize, didn't let go, the last thing he remembered, was the fainting echo of his scream, tearing his heart out in the silent street

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[chepuoiparlare]

Você chegou sem muitas respostas

Em meio a infinitas perguntas

Escuto atentamente, te descubro

A cada palavra dada, a cada risada e a cada ombro amigo

Enxergo o mundo de fora da janela,

É você contando a sua vida

Contando os seus sonhos, afazeres, desejos e tudo o que posso dizer é:

Pode falar para mim os teus medos, aflições, gosto de ouvir seus desabafos, seus suspiros, sua fala desamarrada de tristeza.

É esse o pensamento que tu exalas, isso é você.

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[unknownart]

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[toadeth]

april 9 2024

it’s late and i need to sleep but i just had the realization that a lot of my anxiety and guilt stems from my religious issues. i don’t think they’re still the cause but they were the like originator. that’s crazy. NOTE TO SELFwrite about that tomorrow

[cosmicangel888]

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Are you excited being you-that's the journey

To remember,to activate,to dive deep harmoniously within

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[kiki-wiccan]

The Fire {Self Write/Big Plot Arc}

It had been a relatively normal day for Kiki she had gone to work another double shift and was now home in bed reading. It had become normal for her mom to text her at night just to see how her day went and vice versa. So when her phone buzzed she casually picked it up and glanced at the notification. It was from her mom as expected but the message was what caused Kiki to set down her book and sit up. “The fuck....” she stared at the message as though processing what she was just sent. ‘The house is on fire’ was this some kind of joke? She quickly texted back. ‘Is this a joke? Did grandma accidentally start a kitchen fire? The extinguisher is in the kitchen’ sending the text she wasn’t completely on alert yet. She simply thought maybe a small kitchen fire had been started. She went to pick her book back up when her phone went off again. She read the text out loud trying to make sense of the awful spelling as it seemed rushed. ‘Kiki the house is actually on fire....called department we are trapped upstairs’ she felt her blood run cold and she shot up from her bed. Immediately pressing the call button and held the phone up to her ear waiting for her mom to answer. She didn’t however and she heard her phone buzz again. “fuck....” she read over the text she couldn’t talk on the phone right now too much smoke. ‘The fire department is coming you said?! Just try to find a way out I’m on my way’ after sending the text she grabbed her purse and dashed outside to her car. Once getting in and sticking the key in the ignition, if she were to drive there it would take her a few hours. Kiki didn’t have that kind of time right now, she sat there in thought until....“ELIDI!” With her teleporting magic they would definitely be able to get there quick. She turned on her car and backed out of her apartment complex. Trying her best not to speed though she most certainly went faster than the speed limit when no other cars were in front of her. Her eyes glancing down at her phone every now and again to see if her mother had messaged back.

Pulling into Elidis driveway she jumped out of her car and ran up to the door banging on it. “ELIDI ELIDI!!!” Waiting for her mentor to answer it as she stared down at her phone. Still nothing, she was hoping the fire department had made it there by now and that her not answering was because she was being wheeled for smoke inhalation or some shit to the hospital. When Elidi wouldn’t answer she huffed and banged again, it seemed the witch wasn’t home which wasn’t good. Remembering a conversation the witch and her had awhile back she knew there was a spell for teleporting. Kiki being fascinated with her mentors normal transportation had inquired about it and the witch had said she had an old spell in one of her books that they could do sometime. She sent Elidi a text and reached into her purse fishing out the key that had been given to her to feed Binx and water plants. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. Binx who had likely been lounging somewhere in the house came scurrying in and meowed at Kiki. “Hey Binx I’m sorry I can’t pay attention to you right now” she quickly walked past the black cat and into the living room where one of the witches bookshelves were. Her eyes scan through titles as she pulls out ones that had the word spells anywhere in the title. As she pulled out all the books she needed, she let herself fall back on her bottom and began flipping through the pages. Her eye focused on finding the word ‘teleport’ feeling Binx brush up against her back she didn’t even look over. Her complete focus was on finding that spell though she’d glance at her phone every now and again to see if her mother had sent any texts. Going through several books her hope began to falter, so far she wasn’t finding the spell. “Come on....” she muttered to herself as she cracked open another book. Her eyes scanning the pages until finally, she found it. “Teleporting spell....” looking at the needed ingredients for the spell she shot up and started going around the house. By now she knew nearly every inch and where most things were located.

Hearing a buzz from her phone she gets momentarily distracted. Hoping that it was her mother texting her that they were safe. However that hope faded when she saw it was Stan, the one time she was disappointed in seeing his name on her screen. With their bond he could sense her emotions and was checking up on her, she quickly texted that she was alright and everything was fine. Getting back to work she went around the house with the open book in her hand. Gathering everything she needed and bringing it back to the living room area. She sat down on the floor and began creating the symbol needed from the items she’d gathered. Binx was sitting just a few feet away watching the wiccan intently. Glancing back at the book she read over in her mind the words she needed to chant. Once she felt confident enough she grabbed her purse as slung it over her shoulder, standing in the middle of the symbol. Calming her nerves as she needed to completely focus on the place she wanted to teleport to. Teleporting inside of her house was a thought that crossed her mind. But what good would be be trapped inside as well? She settled for a safer location, the big oak tree that she used to climb in their front yard. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath as the words left her mouth. Feeling a similar sensation throughout her body as she did when Elidi would teleport them.

Opening her eyes she was greeted with a sight that made her heart sink. Her home, the house she grew up in was completely burned down. Crime scene tape already covering the area near the house. That was the first thing she noticed, then the smell of smoke still in the air even though there was no sign of flames. From the corner of her eye she noticed the flashing lights from the cop cars, ambulance and fire truck. Her eyes scanned the area as she attempted to make out any figures that could be her grandmother and mother. It wasn’t until she saw two gurneys by the ambulance with white sheets over them. Tears pricked they corners of her eyes as her breathing sped up. She had been too late hadn’t she? Before she knew it her feet were taking her towards the gurneys she could hear people calling for her. Walking right up to one of the gurneys she ripped the sheet off and nearly stumbled backwards. The smell of rotting flesh met her nose as her wide hues stared at what she could barely make out to be her mother. Feeling someone grab her wrist and yank her back from the bodies she snaps out of her shock. Two policemen begin shooting questions at her, by the look in their eyes they seemed to be suspicious. Kiki tried pulling herself together and made up a story of being at a friends house and getting a text. Claiming she ran all the way home and had just gotten there. Pulling out her phone she showed the cops the texts between her and her mother. They had wanted her to come down to the station but she refused and even if it was their job they didn’t really seem fond of doing it. She wondered if they knew who she was, who her family was? It was likely since rumors and news spread around the town fast. Complying with the officers questions she allowed herself to answer everything the best she could. Words that didn’t even make it to her ears or register in her brain left her lips. The whole situation hadn’t full processed through her brain and she seemed to be on auto pilot.

The only time she tuned back in was when they mentioned that the fire was likely an arson. They claimed it was too dark currently to do a full investigation but they’d come by tomorrow to continue. Mentions of what would happen to the bodies came up and Kiki agreed cremation would be the best route. Considering how badly burnt the bodies had been and the costs of a funeral. She hesitantly gave them her contact information and they promised they’d be in contact. One of the cops offered her a ride but the other cop stopped him midway and bid her a goodnight. So they did seem to know who lived in this house and who she was. It was apparent through the whole conversation, the facial expressions, the tones, and body language from the officers. By then the ambulance had left with the bodies of the two most important people in Kikis life and so had the fire truck. She stood still and watched as the red and blue lights of the cop cars faded into the distance. Left in darkness with only the moonlight illuminating the yard. It was when everything was eerily quiet that the situation started registering in her mind and she fell to her knees letting out a pained cry. She sat there for a few minuets and just allowed herself to weep. Her breathing ragged as she wiped away at her eyes. Standing up on two shaky legs she allowed herself to stare upon what had once been her home. It was all gone, they were gone, this was happening, was this happening? It had to be a nightmare. Stuck in her mind debating wether this was fiction or reality she didn’t even notice someone from her past approach her.

“Hello Isabella” hearing that name caused her entire body to tense up as her eyes went wide. She slowly turned towards the voice and terror ran through her veins. The one person, the one thing she feared the most was standing before her. “You....” her voice was hoarse as she took several steps back. What was he doing here?! Had he started the fire? Reaching for her phone she was about to dial 911 but her cell was swiftly snatched from her hand. “Now that isn’t a very nice way to greet an old friend is it Isabella?” Her teeth gritting and jaw clenching as her old name was used. A grin stretched across his face as he saw how Kiki was reacting. “You know it’s a shame...your mother and grandma were really great people. After you left I’d often come by and have tea. It really is a pity that they ended up paying for your sins.” He stepped closer and grabbed Kikis wrist pulling her closer. “The whole town turned against them. They were afraid Isabella, afraid of you. I did my absolute best to help them...heard they had plans to move to Tabula....” his eyes narrowed momentarily at the mention of the supernatural ridden city. “Y...you started t...the fire didn’t you!!” She finally managed to yell out despite how scared she was. “Oh me? No of course not I’d never do such a thing. I have a reputation to maintain remember? I just happened to hear the chaos and came to investigate. I still walk along the paths we used to.” What a liar! She could see the lies through the glimmer in his eyes. Before she could even think she reached up with her free hand to smack him. Of course he was quicker and caught her hand, letting her phone he was holding fall to the ground. He roughly threw her to the ground before kneeling down and moving over her. Grabbing her wrists he held them down, Kiki squirmed and screamed out in a complete panic. This position was familiar, they’d been like this before and she knew that he was trying to frighten her. But she was already terrified of this man, her old art professor whom she had fallen for so long ago. “P...please James...” familiar words escaping her mouth as she pleaded. “You know if you stuck around and actually took responsibility for your actions instead of abandoning your family they’d still be here. This whole situation is your fault Isabella. Because of you they ended up burning to a crisp.” He leaned his face towards her own and she turned her head. Feeling his lips near her ear as he whispered. “Like all witches they had to burn....” with that being said he got up off of the wiccan. “Supernaturals don’t belong on this earth, and they definitely don’t belong in this town. It was nice to see you again Isabella, I have a feeling we will see eachother again rather soon!” With that he turned on his heel and walked off. Turning to her side the girl curled up and began to cry again. Her family was gone, she was alone, the town she had ran away from had once again broken her.

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[thebazar-ofbaddreams]

E stare con te so mi basterebbe, anche per poco o anche per sempre

@thebazar-ofbaddreams

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[transparentranchpeanutmug-blog]

जब तक।

तमाम उम्र जब किसी का इंतजार करो, फिर बाद में वो केहते है कि हमे रिहा करो।

रात भी अब हमदर्द हो गई मेरी,तोफा देदिया अच्छि नींदों का।

पंख ना दिए तूने खुदा, चला जाता कही दूर,लो आसान हो गया उड़ना परिंदो का।

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[ecstacyofart]

Just Something I use to believe and still telling myself when there's someone judging. #areminderyouneed Never Believe entirely the one opposite to you. Remember every 6 looks like 9 if you look it from the other side. They are in the other side. It's just PERSPECTIVE. #writing #writersofinstagram #writingcommunity #writer #writerscommunity #writings #writers_den #writerslife #writers #writes #writersofig #writersofindia #written#selfwriting #selfwritings #self_writing #selfwrite #selfwriter #selfwriten #selfwrites #selfwritenthings #selfwritenquotes #writingisworld #sarcasmquotes #sarcasm #qoutesaboutlife #qoutes #igquotes #instagramquotes (at From My Diary) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLw7aR5HhbU/?igshid=1v1zvgcdw1cw2

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[sowjanyamurthy]

You are my Sunshine. . #quote #quotestagram #quotesdaily #quotestoliveby #writerscommunity #writersofinstagrampoetry #writers #poems#poemsofinstagram #poemsofig #poemsofig #poemsbyme #poemsaboutlove #heismine #philosophypoetry #philosophy #writing #selfwriting #quotesig #igquote #igquotesfromtheheart #spirituality #spirutualpoetry #poemsofinsta#light #wordporn #shine #bright #distancelove #Aaradhana https://www.instagram.com/p/CiaUc4Bvhu6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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[selfwriting-sugarquills]

70 Fred Weasley headcanons in celebration of 700 followers:

(plus an extra one, for the heck of it lmao) 

You guys, thank you so much for 700 followers! I appreciate every single one of you and writing for the twins has been such a blast so far, much to the thanks of all of you <3 

Find the 70 George Headcanons: Here

Fred has always been really good at sleight of hand stuff, as a kid, he could do card tricks with ease, steal baked goods from his mother’s kitchen and later on since his allowance wasn’t exactly anything to brag about, he’d steal sweets from honeydukes' on Hogsmeade trips, with the help of George, he’s not proud of it but in his defence, he was a stupid teenage boy at the time. 

Fred is incredibly competitive and will hold onto anything you challenge him to for way longer than you might think. He’s definitely the type to “race you” anytime you’re headed to herbology, care against magical creatures or Hogsmeade together.

As the man himself said in the deathly hallows, Fred doesn’t like the idea of a big grandiose wedding ceremony, he’d prefer something more low-key and simple, where the focus is more on having fun and celebrating instead of neat seating plans and meticulously chosen decorations. Some flowers and booze will do, he’ll provide the fireworks - In essence, he only needs his S/O and the rest he couldn’t care less about. 

George may be better at cooking, but Fred makes a damn good pancake and he will forever pride himself on that. 

Fred is the more jealous, overprotective twin. He’s aware of this and tries his best not to let it go to his head but he can’t help it. 

Fred snores, I’m pretty sure it’s canon that both twins snore, but Fred is louder and, as mentioned in my last headcanon post, a very heavy sleeper meaning it’s more difficult to get him to wake up so he can stop, your best shot is trying (and probably failing) to turn him over. 

Fred is also a very restless sleeper, he’ll toss and turn, and occasionally dream about quidditch. I’m saying you might want to be aware that he might confuse you for a bludger in his sleep, don’t worry though, he’ll always apologise profusely and make it up to you with a lot of kisses (and maybe a bit more than that, if you’re keen ;)) 

Fred has an extensive caffeine addiction, which is unfortunate cause he’s quite hyper already but he can’t function properly until he gets his coffee in the morning, and then again in between lessons/at lunch and then again late in the afternoon. Sometimes, if he needed to write an essay that was due, he’d drink coffee at like nine pm. He knows he won’t be able to sleep because of it, please, Y/n, he’s accepted his fate. 

I personally always imagined the twins as having ADHD, idk why it just fits their characters. Fred is for sure the more outwardly fidgety and intrusive, this gets less and less with age, as it does for a lot of ADHD people, his inability to focus remains the same though. 

Fred loves being outside, he’s the first of the Weasley siblings to suggest a game of quidditch or just going outside for walks, hide and seek in the woods near their house. He absolutely loves taking his dates on walks in parks or at the beach and when he has kids he plays with them in their yard, building snowmen etc. 

Fred probably suggests at some point that the whole family should go camping, and he’s actually really fun to camp with. He’ll tell the best scary stories by the campfire. 

In regards to children, Fred wants a lot of kids. Like at least three but would be willing to have more if his s/o wants to. He just really likes the dynamic of a large family since that’s what he’s used to. 

Fred’s favourite flavour of sweets is anything sour, the sourer the better, because of this he can handle it really well and he loves handing people some of his ridiculously sour candy and watching them squirm. 

He also really likes spicy food, he’s a bit of a daredevil so don’t challenge him to eat anything because he will eat a whole chilli and nearly die. 

 You know he’d be really casual about it too, lol, like sweating and crying but just leaning on the counter like “*pant* what? hot? no not at all *deeeeep breath* I can ha-aw-rdly taste it!” 

One thing about Fred is that he’s oddly squeamish, like seeing his brother’s ear blown off isn’t so bad (if you don’t take into account the emotional trauma that is), but a needle for a blood sample or a vaccine? oooh, he’s gonna need a big juice box and a cookie and his s/o’s hand to hold if he’s gonna make it through. He also has a thing about leeches. One time at Hogwarts they were mentioned in a lesson and he thought he was going to faint the entire time. 

Fred’s broken five bones over the years, four are from quidditch: his left arm and two ribs, and then the other arm from trying to do an elaborate stunt on the stairs in the burrow and falling down two flights. 

Fred loves to sing karaoke (because I cannot get that damn clip of James singing karaoke out of my head) though he particularly enjoys doing a very poor job on purpose. 

Fred is such a good liar that on several occasions he’s given presentations in school and gotten good marks for them despite having bullshat his way through the entire thing. 

Like seriously, he’s that guy in the group project who only looks at the slides like five minutes before the presentation and then just turns on a full charming newscaster voice on the professor to the point of them being genuinely convinced (albeit a little confused) that what Fred’s saying is true. 

This is also why Fred loves playing card games like poker: he’s really good at bluffing. 

Speaking of poker-face, he’s really quite good at teasing in public (if you’re into that sort of thing *wink*) because no matter the dirty deeds he might get up to under a table, his face remains as regular as always (safe for a little smirk to his lover every now and then) 

Fred always wanted to learn an instrument, he thought it’d make him cooler when he was a teenager, as an adult, he just really wants to recreate that clip of the trombone-playing dad with the sunglasses, or maybe serenade some cows with jazz or something. 

Fred was never a big fan of the uniform thing, so he always tried to make it his own, whether that be tying the tie differently, or having his sleeves rolled up; it’s not much but you gotta take what you can get when you’re literally dressed the same as everyone else. 

Fred might make fun of his dad’s interest in muggle things but secretly he loves it too. He has spent a lot of hours in the shed with Arthur, assuring everyone that it was just to have some quality time with his dad but he would still pay close attention when Arthur explained things to him. 

Fred had a whole business of selling candy from Honeydukes’ and joke products from Zonko’s to second and first years before he and George started dabbling with their own products, he could get you a butterbeer too but it’ll cost you an extra three galleons. 

Fred really likes glitter, George has a thing for lace, anything that glitters on his s/o makes Fred weak. If you want to get your way just put on some glittery eyeshadow or lipgloss and watch him spin. 

Since he loves things that glitter and gleam he loves buying his s/o jewellery, he loves seeing them wearing them as little tokens of their relationship. 

Did someone say slight possession kink? oops not me

Fred is incredible with numbers, this is pretty much canon and has been explored but I’m just amazed at this boy’s wit AND intellect. I have a slight headcanon that if he ever goes on a proper first date with someone where a bill is involved, he impresses his date by calculating the tip after just a glance.

Even if Fred has a longstanding reputation of not caring about school, when he has kids he does want to help them with any coursework over the summer and Christmas breaks, he’ll even study up on his old books just to be able to help out in any classes he didn’t take/didn’t pay attention in. 

Fred would, in general, be an amazing father. He’s goofy and playful most of the time, though he’s serious and incredibly caring whenever his kids are in a bad mood or have problems. He knows that he’s not the most outwardly emotional of the twins but he makes sure his kids know they can always talk to him about anything. 

Fred is incredibly messy. His room is usually a cry for help and he only cleans it when it gets to the point where it distracts him from focusing on work. 

No worries though, his S/O doesn’t have to do all the housework for him, he’ll do it. He just needs to be reminded that he needs to every once in a while. 

Fred has a really bad temper, he doesn’t know where he gets it from but he tends to get angry easier than George, though Fred is better at letting it out so it doesn’t continue to bother him. 

His bad temper does mean that he used to brawl more with siblings as a kid, and it wasn’t unusual to see him with scrapes and bruises as a kid, much to Molly’s dismay. Fred didn’t mind though, he thought it made him look tough. 

Fred is more likely to get caught sneaking around because of his brash nature, he tends to forget just how quiet you have to be to avoid Mrs Norris in the corridors. 

Fred is certainly not an early bird but his favourite time of day is, in fact, the morning when the sun’s coming up. He only knows this because of Wood’s ridiculously early quidditch practices but there’s something about the way the world looks when it’s bathed in soft golden light that just hits different to Fred. 

Fred is a great team player, as much as he seems like he’s more selfish than George, if it’s regarding a team activity (like quidditch or a battle of sorts) he’ll completely lose all focus on himself and only try to ensure other’s safety and victory. This is also why he plays as a beater, he’s not afraid of getting hit at all when he’s focused on getting the bludgers away from his teammates. 

So if his s/o ever needs it, he’ll be there to help with anything: Needs to take a day off from work to take care of his sick s/o? no problem. Needs to stay up with his small child because his s/o is exhausted and needs rest? On it. Something as small as carrying groceries or books, making a cup of tea when the other is busy or doing the dishes is all on the list of things that Fred will happily do for his s/o, and often without having to be asked, he’ll just do it. 

Fred’s boggart is seeing his family members and/or his s/o hurt beyond what he can save. Essentially his worst fear is being helpless when he needs it most. 

One of those times was when George lost his ear. The first night when George was lying practically unconscious on the couch with blood everywhere was the worst night of Fred’s life, he truly felt so anxious and helpless and angry that he vomited and ended up passing out next to the couch after staying up till sunrise watching his brother like a hawk. 

He didn’t just sleepwalk when he was younger, he also often experienced nightmares, it’s only George, Molly and Arthur who remembers anything about this. 

They got less and less the older he got and he assumed that he’d never be bothered by them again until after the second wizarding war and the battle of Hogwarts. 

I don’t like to headcanon that he dies cause he didn’t and that’s final lol. I do, however, headcanon that Fred still gets hurt, since everyone in the explosion beside him seemed to sustain minor injuries, I just think that to even out with George losing his ear, he hurts his leg and needs a lot of retraining/a walking stick. I think that’d be a more fair/unfair ending for Fred who’s always full of energy having to have to adjust to living slowly for a little while (not permanently, I couldn’t do that to my boy). 

The boy has anxiety sometimes, ok. (just let me project for a second)

He didn’t know how much tension he usually holds in his body until he drank alcohol for the first time and felt his entire body loosen up and was like “huh this is new.” 

He doesn’t use alcohol to deal with it though, he prefers just talking to George about whenever he feels is stressing him out and that helps. A massage from his s/o to loosen him up doesn’t hurt either. 

Fred prefers to talk to his dad about his problems more than he prefers to talk to Molly, generally. 

His favourite body parts on his s/o: Shoulders, hips, hands. 

He loves to kiss, just in general, but he also loves kissing his s/o’s nose, forehead, neck, shoulder, etc. as little gestures of affection. 

He def. has a bit of a size kink, he loves being taller than his s/o. 

If Fred could have any pet he wanted, he’d probably want a dog, the bigger the better. He doesn’t think he has the time for a pet though. 

It was his idea to start breeding pygmy puffs, it’s the closest he’ll get to having a pet. 

I don’t know why but I feel like when Fred and his s/o are expecting and his s/o goes into labour he just panics. loses it, drops the binkie as we say in Denmark: Freaks the fuck out, if you will. He’s definitely the pacing and wringing his hands together type, though he probably tries his best to keep himself composed and chill during the whole thing whilst simultaneously hyperventilating. 

Fred doesn’t cry often but he sure as hell wept with pride when he held all his kids for the first time. 

Despite the notion that the twins often slip in a joke version of a sweet treat or something similar amongst the snacks at parties, Fred is strongly against tampering with drinks. He knows the connotations it holds and he doesn’t want anyone to be afraid they’d put something in it. If he wants you to test out their truth serum or a love potion, he’ll just ask you flat out and if you don’t want to, he’s not going to continue asking. 

Most of the detentions Fred has gotten from Snape come from times he’s spoken back to him when Snape’s been giving another student a rough time. He doesn’t regret it one bit. 

 If you ask Fred what his proudest accomplishment is, he’ll probably say that it’s having had enough restraint to not punch Umbridge in the face every time he saw her. 

On the note of Umbridge. It wasn’t her detentions with him that got his blood boiling, it was when she punished little kids (a la Nigel) for doing practically nothing, he understands that to an extent and by comparison, setting off a bunch of fireworks inside a building would harbour a harsher punishment, but making twelve-year-olds bleed for running in the halls or playing music or just doing things that twelve-year-olds will inevitably do, is something Fred doesn’t understand. That year pretty much any kid younger than him, or anyone who was too afraid to stand up for themselves, became Fred and George’s little siblings, and they’re very protective older brothers. Umbridge can vouch for that. 

He struggles with a lot of insecurity in his relationships, he always puts on a front of being extra funny and outgoing when he’s in a new relationship because he’s secretly afraid that the way he is isn’t good enough and that eventually, his s/o will see through him and leave because they don’t like the softer, more serious side of him. 

Fred is the godfather of all of George’s kids but is also the godparent of Hugo, Lily and Lucy. 

Fred loves business meetings, he sees them as a good challenge to practice his smooth talk. 

Fred spent his first salary from the shop on the most expensive bottle of champagne he could find and a new suit. 

Fred tried to get into whiskey, feeling like it’d make him a cool business owner type of man, so, with his second salary, he went out and bought a fancy-schmancy bottle of whiskey and the whole getup with a bottle and some cool glasses, and then invited Lee over to try it with him and George. 

They did not like it. Fred thought it tasted like what he imagined gasoline tastes like so they mostly used it as decorations, not having the heart to mix it with something. 

Fred doesn’t necessarily like PDA, it depends on what you mean. He likes being secretive. Pulling his s/o into an empty classroom, nook, hallway, secret pathway etc where anyone could wander in at any time and snogging her senseless is one of his favourite things to do. 

Fred knows how good he looks in his quidditch uniform and will absolutely use it against his s/o. (they’re gonna get spicy from here on so read with caution if you're in public)

Fred prefers giving more than receiving oral. 

He has a lot of energy, did you not think that would rub off (no pun intended) on his sex drive? He can go pretty much any time and place, and typically last at least two rounds. 

Also, his favourite position is having you on top. Okay, I'm gonna stop now. 

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