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Maybe bondage or choking, poooossibly dom/sub dynamics but it depends on how high the level of the mindset is. more like one of them taking control rather than âdominationâ but nuthin too crazywazy please! đđ
WARNINGS: cussing, suggestive thoughts?? mentions of kissing đ đ , angst and overthinking cause im a hater. SLOW BURN :P
summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until KickAss has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.
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You had just finished showering when you heard your mom calling your name, telling you there was someone at the door for you. Thankfully, you were dressed and had finished drying your hair already. âComing!â Opening the door of your steamy bathroom, you were met with Dave walking past to your room.
âI already sent him up!â She called from downstairs, far too late.
âHey,â You spoke in a rather awkward tone, slipping past him towards your room as he followed. âUh, sorry if itâs a little messy, I was gonna organize it before you got here but you got here already so⊠Yeah.â You picked up everything from your desk, taking your things to your bed to study comfortably.
Dave stood there awkwardly, not sure if he should also sit on your bed with you or⊠Anywhere else.
âCome on, dude,â you scoffed in amusement, patting your bed to get him to sit down. He laughed nervously, setting his bag next to your bed and taking his notebook and pen out. He sat down across from you, at the end of your bed while you sat by your pillows.
âNice shirt,â he said, seeing the Robin shirt you were wearing and remembering he had drenched it in his blood. You looked down at it, smiling to yourself. âI found it in my closet yesterday and⊠IâI just washed it.â Dave himself was just wearing a tee and sweats.
âOkay, so I was able to get half of my stuff done after you dropped me off earlier, but I still have this part to finish.â You pointed at your laptop, showing him what you still had to write and continued to talk about what else you had to finish.
It was a project for science. The two of you had to put together a presentation on some animals or something.
âSoâŠâ you tapped your pen against your knee.
Finishing writing a sentence, he lifted his eyes to look at you, âYeah?â
Was it just you or was he actually starting to look⊠Good?
âUmâŠâ You looked to the side as you thought of an ice breaker. âYou had any girlfriends yet?â
He blushed and smiled awkwardly, âUhâŠâ Scoffing at himself, he looked around as if an answer would pop into his view. âNot really⊠WhyâŠ?â He squinted at you.
âHm. Still a loser I see. Glad to know you havenât changed.â You teased. He only rolled his eyes, looking back down at his paper.
âYouâre so annoying. Didnât you get dumped like three times?â
âUnbelievable,â you watched him, rolling your eyes. âWhen you get a girlfriend you can talk shit.â
He smirked. âYouâre not denying it.â
You glared at him. âI dumped them.â
âRight.â He looked back down at his notebook, trying to hold back a smile.
You glanced up at him again, taking in his features, the way his glasses slowly slid down his nose as he looked down, the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth in concentration.
Before you knew it, he was looking up at you with a curious look. ââŠWhat?â
You blinked, hiding the flustered feeling you got from him catching you staring.
âYouâre also not as incredibly nerdy looking as I remember.â
He can only glare at you. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â But alas, he hoped it meant you were attracted to him. At least almost as much as he was to you.
âNothing you just⊠Donât look so bad after all this time.â
He quickly looked back down at his notebook, unsure of how to feel from the so called âcompliment.â Although his heart was pounding through his ribcage, he decided to tease.
âYou think Iâm cute?â He gave you a smolder.
âOh hell no.â You scoffed at the stupid face he made.
âMaybe.â
Even if you had whispered that last part, he still heard it.
You had spent almost an hour working on your project before you heard your dad knock at your door. You had no time to answer before he opened it.
âDinnerâs ready.â He said, smirking at Dave. âKeep the door open.â
You rolled your eyes. âDad, you know itâs not like that.â
Dave and your father had a very good relationship before you had stopped being friends. There were even times where your dad would go out of his way to invite Dave and his dad over for dinner. They even had their own inside jokes.
âDonât worry, sir.â Dave shook his head, âIâm way out of her league.â He had a smug look on his face that made you want to shove him out of your house.
âUp top,â said your dad, holding his hand up as Dave stood up. You knew your dad loved you and was just teasing, but it still annoyed you.
âYou guys suck.â You said, pushing past your dad and meeting your mom in the kitchen while they laughed.
If it was any other guy, like your last boyfriend, your dad would have beat his ass for saying something like that. But it was Dave, and Dave was like the son your dad never had.
âLove you, hun.â Your dad called after you but you didnât reply.
You set the dinner table quickly, sitting down as your mom set the food down.
Your dad sat at the end of the table with your mom across from you, Daveâs usual spot had always been next to you and that didnât change.
âWhere have you been? We missed you, kid.â Said your dad, already digging in.
Dave gave you a look, wondering why you hadnât told your parents your reason for not being friends.
âI dunno⊠Just been busy, I guess.â He said quietly.
âWhy havenât you come over?â Your mom asked.
Dave and you looked at each other for a second, âWe just didnât really talk much after freshman year âcause we didnât have any classes together.â You told her, which wasnât really a lie. You and Dave didnât have any classes together freshman year.
âThatâs sad,â she frowned, âyou two were always inseparable.â She smiled at Dave fondly.
Dave only poked at his food, âYeah,â he said, smiling to himself.
You had finished eating, everyone continuing to converse here and there with their on food still on their plates when you felt Daveâs knee touch your thigh. He didnât pull away, and neither did you to see what he would do. He only kept talking to your parents, completely ignoring the fact his body was touching yours.
Of course he actually did realize this. In his head he had done it on purpose just to see how youâd react. You tried to stop thinking about it for the rest of dinner.
You werenât mad or uncomfortable, of course it had happened before, but it felt different somehow. Familiar.
âSo have you guys gone on any dates yet?â Asked your mother, out of nowhere.
You froze, staring at her. Dave choked on his drink, coughing over and over again, trying to catch his breath but he didnât seem to tone it down. His face was red because of this. And other reasons.
âSorry.â Your mom hid a smile, seeing Daveâs reaction gave her more than enough answers on his part.
She gave you a knowing look and you sent her a look of disgust.
"Gross." You said, repeating Dave's words from earlier that day. Dave finally cleared his throat of whatever he choked on and tried to back you up. His knee wasn't touching you anymore, you noticed.
"What she said," he pointed his thumb at you, voice hoarse.
"You've never even thought about getting together!?" Your mom looked surprised. At this, you couldn't help but do exactly that. What it would be like to go on a date with him, maybe getting a coffee at Atomic Comics, maybe watch the Avengers movie that was about to come out in theaters. What it would be like to hold hands at school, how surprised everyone would be since you guys seemed to hate each other so much. What Cleo would say, what Todd and Marty would say.
What you would have to tell Kick-Ass if he climbed into your window again.
'Hey I know I patched you up and stuff and kinda stopped you from bleeding out, and I know we kissed like three times but guess what?! I have a boyfriend and I can't talk to you anymore.'
And what it would be like to kiss Dave. If he would be any good at it, or if he still hasn't gotten laid because he's too much of a pussy to talk to girls. How it would feel if he had his hands all over you, his lips brushing yours, how it would feel if he was kissing your neck softlyâ
"You guys have much in common." Your dad smiled slyly at you two, snapping you out of your daydream.
Why had you let your mind wander that far?!
Dave stared at his food, his face an obvious red.
"Okay, that's a wrap..." You cleared your throat, pursing your lips. You excused yourself from the table, picking up your dish and Dave followed, âThanks for the food,â Dave smiled at your mom as you took your dishes to the sink.
"Sorry about that," you spoke as you approached the top of the stairs.
"IâIt's fine." He brushed it off, sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.
It was silent for a few moments as you scrolled through an article on your laptop, Dave reading from his drafts.
"Have you even had your first kiss yet?" You questioned out of the blue.
His eyes shot up, hesitating for a second before regaining his composure.
"Yeah. Sixth grade, remember?" He said proudly. "Have you?"
"Yes, dumbass. You know this." you scoffed.
"With who?"
"Remember Freddy? The brunet guy that called you a nerd in second grade and you never got over it? He was my first boyfriend."
"Lame." He rolled his eyes. "Smart-mouth like him I bet it was the best kiss you ever had." He shot.
"Wrong. Best kiss I ever had was with Kick-Ass." You crossed your arms sassily.
It was safe to say that Dave was flattered. "Oh really? You don't even know him though, so it doesn't really count."
"Maybe I don't know who he is, but I do know that he actually likes me. I just have to find out who he is. Heâs probably hot or whateverâŠâ
Dave blinked in awe. "He might not like you⊠He could just be using you. Why are you kissing random guys anyway? Are you really that desperateâŠ?â
âNo?! He just made it obvious, okay? And why are you getting all weird? Are you jealousâŠ?â
âMe? Jealous of him? Fuck no, Iâd rather be stitched up by a damn chimp than you with your terrible needle skills.â
You paused. âHow did you know I needed to stitch him upâŠ?â
He was able to answer before hesitating, âCleo told us when you left for fourth period.â
âFine whatever. Just piss off dude, at least I talk to the opposite sex.â You huffed.
He stared at you for a moment and you laughed at his expression, himself joining you soon after. A few moments later you noticed yourself looking at him too often. Like you were expecting him to say something.
ââŠWhat?â Dave slowly looked up at you from his notebook, noticing your lasting gaze.
âIââ you thought for a moment, figuring out a way to explain yourself. Suddenly, you sat closer to him, pulling his glasses off his face before putting them on yourself.
âHoly shit, youâre blind.â You teased.
âShut up.â He scoffed, âyouâre exaggerating.â
You took a moment to look at him, noticing the big difference without his glasses. Dave watched you expectantly.
âYou look weird with glasses.â A smirk threatened to creep up on his lips. You only scoffed.
âAnd here I was thinking you looked cuter without them.â
He blinked, losing his words and you began to notice a pink upon his face. He laughed nervously, swallowing whatever was in his throat as he looked away at his notebook, trying to pretend like he didnât hear you.
You smiled, feeling a sudden urge to tease him in a flirty way. âDid you hear what I said?â
Dave looked back up at you. âWhat?â
âYou should wear contacts. You have really pretty eyes.â You looked at his lips for a moment, licking your own, picturing yourself kissing Dave.
âUm⊠ThanksâŠâ His heart rate began to quicken as he tried keeping his gaze on you, noticing how you looked at his lips. All of a sudden, he grew bold, looking at your lips too.
âWhat are you looking at?â He asked curiously.
You blinked and looked up at his eyes, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of your nose. âNothing.â
âYou know⊠I had a crush on you in eighth grade.â He whispered.
You laughed, âWhat?â
He chuckled, âYeah, I donât know how my taste was that terrible at any point in my life.â He tutted.
âFuck you.â You laughed softly. âYouâre such an asshole, you know that?â
He held back a smile, tracing his eyes over your features.
The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity until you felt yourself being pulled closer to him. He leaned towards you as well until his face was just a few inches from yours, his hand resting next to your leg to hold himself up.
Finally, he began closing the distance, trying to ease into it as if not to scare you. His lips barely made it to yours before you pulled away, removing his glasses from your face and placing them back on his with a smile.
âWe should finish thisâŠâ You sighed.
His face was noticeably red again, especially from the embarrassment of you pulling away. He felt like an idiot, thinking you actually wanted to kiss him. He didnât question you or anything, but he still wanted to understand why youâd lure him in like that only to rip it from his grasp.
"Oh fuck, it's already ten past nine," spoke Dave, putting his things away.
"I would say you could sleep over like you used to, but I don't want my parents saying shit like that ever again. Plus Kick-Ass could come over and I donât want him to think Iâm with a nerd or whatever.â You teased.
Giggling, he stood up with his bag in hand, you followed him to the front door.
"Thanks for having me," he smiled as he walked past your parents in the living room. He opened the door for you, stepping out after you.
"Thanks for studying with me... And dinner." He spoke softly, giving a small smile.
"Yeah..." You stood in front of him, admiring his features as he towered over you. He had a strong jaw, soft plump lips, a cute nose, perfect eyebrows (for a guy), and beautiful blue eyes behind his glasses. His curls fell over his foreheadâwere you looking at him too long? You felt like a creep for just staring at him for what felt like hours. You knew it had to be weird. But what you didn't know was that he was admiring you too.
He was standing so close, close enough for you to right hook him. You looked at his eyes 'til you caught him glancing at your lips. He wanted to kiss you again, like he did yesterday, but he knew he couldn't. Not as himself, at least.
For some strange reason you moved closer to him, not knowing why or what your motive was.
"See you Monday." He took a step back, pursing his lips with his hands shoved in his pockets.
"WeâYou can come over tomorrow if you want...?" You tried, but to do what? Why did you want him back here again so soon?
"UhâI have stuff this weekend... But I'll text you if any plans change..." He slowly walked backwards onto the sidewalk. He felt bad for lying again. He couldn't keep this up much longer.
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WARNINGS: kinda angsty, too much to drink, underage drinking, cursing, jealousy, fluff here and there and most of it at the end, crying, Fred embarrassing himself, you will get SO MUCH second hand embarrassment đ mention of the phrase âmaking loveâ LMFAO, Fred being an emotional drama queen when drunk.
summary: Fred doesnât see you as anything more than a friend. Until he sees you with another boy. He has a little too much to drink and figures it out.
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a/n: Fair warning, I added Mattheo Riddle to the story. (He is not my character.) edit: (1/6/24) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS BYE I literally wrote this in 2022 how flipping embarrassing omg⊠anyways! Enjoy ig đ°
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History of magic never failed to bore you. Thatâs where you were now. Last class of the day.
Throughout the whole day, there had been many mentions of a party at the Gryffindor common room, some stupid celebration that you barely cared to go to, but your friends were there, and you wanted some fun.
Not to mention the twins literally begged for your presence there, and your crush would show up.
âSo are you going to the party?â Angela asked from next to you, she was your partner for this week.
âYeah. I thought about what you said, Iâve been overworking myself and I really need to loosen up.â
Yeah, you were one of those students whose parents would kill them if they got bad grades. So what?
âYou think you gonna make any moves tonight?â she nudged you, giving you a little smirk.
ââŠOn who?â you asked, face full of confusion.
âOn Fred of course!â it felt like she yelled it loud enough for the whole class to hear.
It was almost so. Fred and George both looked up at you two, then at each other and listened in.
âShhh! And what? No!! Why would I do that? Heâs my friend.â Your best friend actually. âI already told you I liked Mattheo!â you whisper yelled, you felt the professorâs glare on you so you decided to lower your head and keep working, keeping the conversation quiet.
Fred had a sickening feeling take over his stomach.
âOh come on. He obviously likes you. You know, they say you should marry your best friend.â Angela spoke, Fred rolled his eyes at Angela's assumption.
âPlease! He's literally always looking at you.â she said excitedly but quieter this time, you watched for the professor as he was watching another pair of students who were talking. Fred bit his lip and thought back. Wow. He really did look at you a lot.
âThat doesn't mean that he likes me! Maybe he just appreciates my beauty. I mean, really, who doesn't?â You said sarcastically, flipping your hair and getting back to work.
Angela sighed in frustration.
âPlus, if he did really like me, I'm sure George would know," you finished.
"Mhm." Angela hummed in defeat, she didn't want to say that George knew, for Fred would probably kill them both in the forbidden forest and dump their bodies in the lake for ratting him out. Even if he didn't know he liked you yet.
Finally class was over, you picked up your things and headed out with Angela, the twins following close behind. Angela slowed her pace to have you walk in front of her while she backed up next to George.
âBloody hell, she is so oblivious.â George whispered to Angela then looked at Fred who was walking next to him.
George smirked at his twin, seeing as Fred wouldn't look away from you as you walked.
He was so zoned out until he felt a jab in his ribs.
âOw! The hell was that for?â he flinched, clutching his side, scowling at his brother.
George gestured to you, Fred giving him a look that said 'So what?' causing the younger twin to push his brother forward.
Fred almost fell onto you but was cautious enough to stop that from happening. He continued to walk next to you, turning back to look at his brother with a glare, then turning to you and smiling.
âHey Freddie!â you smiled up at him.
Fred realized that he couldnât stop looking at you, mentally smacking himself in the face and forcing himself to look at the ground.
âHey.â His response was quiet.
âYou okay?â You questioned with a raised eyebrow, curious at his quiet attitude.
Fred was afraid that you would think he liked you, especially if it... Wasn't true... He couldn't speak, all the words completely drawn from his throat.
âFred?â
He heard a faint voice calling him, unable to answer as he thought about what would happen to your friendship if there were feelings involved.
âFreeeeed?!â
Hearing it again, he still wasnât able to look up at you, who he subconsciously knew was the one calling him, only thoughts of making himself seem ânormalâ to you clouded his mind. So far his plan was working terribly.
âFreddie!â
He almost jumped when he felt you grab his arm, stopping him from continuing to walk. The ginger looked up at his twin, hoping he would stay and save him from the situation, but George kept walking, smirking to himself.
He finally laid eyes on you, muscles relaxing as he fell back into reality.
"What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?! Why're you ignoring me?!"
He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out at first.
"..I'm sorry, mate... I'm just really deep in thought." He laughed nervously.
"I'm assuming you were at the inner core of the damned Earth then since you couldn't hear me?!â You laughed, âWonât be able to focus on school if Iâm too busy worrying about,â you poked his chest, âyou.â
Fred felt himself smile at your laugh and how you worried about him. You were such a caring friend.
âSorry,â he said again, turning to keep walking as you followed next to him.
âSo, Freddie. You were begging me to go to that Gryffindor party tonight, yeah?â
He scoffed, âYeahâ
âWhat should I wear?â You looked up at him, a glint in your eye.
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Dinner was over and most students continued to study in the library or would go back to their dorms to sleep and whatnot.
âWhat aboutâŠâ You scrambled through your wardrobe, looking for a top to match with your bottoms.
âThis one?â
Fred looked up from your bed, watching as you pulled out a green top.
He pretended to be deep in thought, squinting and eventually answering, âYeah no, the other one.â
âWhy are you so picky about this anyway? Itâs just a dumb party, you donât need to look perfect.â âEven though you always do.â He answered, thinking the last part to himself which made a whole internal war break out in him.
âGrossâŠâ
âI know⊠Itâs just that Mattheo is gonna be there and⊠I donât know,â you turned away from Fred and to the mirror, holding the top over your chest, seeing what it would look like, âI just wanna look good for him.â
Fred scoffed, âWhy do you like that Slytherin git anywayâŠâ âIâm so much better than him.â âHeâs kind of an asshole and you barely ever talk to him.â
âDonât you think I know any of this, Fred? And heâs nice to me⊠Not to mention hot as bloody hell.â Youâd spoken to Fred about boys, and he of girls to you. It wasnât ever weird to speak to him about your crushes. âI want him to notice me and Iâll work up the courage to say something⊠You know, thatâll get him interested.â You set your outfit down on the bed.
Fred looked at you in confusion. âWait a minute,â he held his finger up and licked his lips, âYouâre not planning on⊠Seducing him, are youâŠ?â He questioned with a concerned look on his face.
âWhaaaatâŠâ You laughed lightly, âWhy would I do thatâŠâ you cleared your throat and swallowed, thinking of all the moves you could make to compel Mattheo.
Fred got up and walked to stand in front of you, holding your shoulders and making you look into his eyes.
âHey, I donât want anyone to use you, alright? Or for you to use anyone. Mattheo may be good looking to you, but trust me, heâs no good and heâs only gonna hurt you.â Fred told you, hoping youâd take his efforts at trying to watch out for you.
âI know, Fred. Itâs just⊠I havenât gone out with anyone in a while and Mattheo is like the perfect guy⊠Heâs sweet, like I said. And heâs so cute⊠I catch him staring a lot in class and then he smiles and looks away.â You giggled.
You pried his hands off your shoulders and he sighed at his failed attempt of keeping you from getting with a guy. Well⊠That guy. He moved back and plopped on your bed as you continued to speak.
âLook, I know you care about me and all but,â Your hands moved down to undo the buttons on your shirt, âI donât need a protective brother all the fucking time. I can take care of myself and I can tell when a guy is using me.â You completely pulled off the shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants.
âIâm not a naĂŻve little girl, Fred.â You grabbed the brush from your vanity and brushed through your hair. âYou should know that.â
Fred watched you, already used to seeing your half exposed body, youâd known him since before Hogwarts and were quite comfortable with each other. You trusted him. But he looked away quickly, not able to understand why his face was getting all warm.
Putting the brush down, you walked to stand in front of him and he tossed your shirt to you, looking at you with half a frown before sighing as you pulled it over your head. âI know⊠But why him? Why canât you choose like any other guy? Anyone but him.â
âFredrick Gideon Weasley. Are you jealous?â You smirked playfully. A red tinted his cheeks and he scoffed. âNo. You know Iâd never date you.â He winced at his last words.
The smile on your face slowly faltered, but you liked Mattheo, right? Doesnât matter if Fred sees you that way or not.
âGoodâŠâ You stepped forward and grabbed your bottoms, walking into the closet to change into them. Fredâs eyes lingered on the door as you closed it shut. âGoodâŠ?â
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The party was pretty much full, you hadnât been there very long but you still didnât see any sign of Mattheo.
âHey Seamus!â You smiled, walking up to him, seeing Ron and Harry talking to him as well.
âOh, hello love! Howâs your night so far?â he smiled back.
âGood enough.â You replied, turning to look at Harry and Ron and greet them but were cut off before you could speak.
âWhereâs your boyfriend?â Ron asked.
âErm⊠Who?â You asked, confused. âYou mean Mattheo?â you whispered, âHeâs not my boyfriend,â you chuckled.
Ron and Harry looked at each other knowingly, âNo, mate, whereâs Fred?â
Your smile fell off. âErr⊠I dunno.â You looked away nervously, âIâll tell him youâre looking for him.â Quickly, you walked away to another corner to talk to anyone but him.
âHello, Lee! Any sign of Freddie? Ronâs looking for him.â
âOh heyâŠ.!â Lee was already tipsy, you sighed.
âSorry, love. I havenât a clue. You should ask Georgie, Iâm betting aaaallll my galleons he knows.â
âOkay, thank you!â You finally turned to leave until your backed bumped into someone.
Turning around, you were met with familiar brown curls. âHey there.â Mattheo smiled softly.
You couldnât speak quite yet, still processing that the boy youâd been pining over for a month was right in front of you. âHi.â you said nervously.
âDo you wanna⊠Get a drink?â He asked, raising his eyebrows and holding out his hand.
You could only nod your head. The boy lead you to the drinks table and served you a light cocktail, something with not much alcohol, getting himself half a cup of beer.
Sitting down, he put his arm around you and took a sip of his drink. âHow are you, lovely?â He looked at you with sweet eyes.
âIâm okay. You?â
âBetter now that Iâm with you.â Mattheo smirked, proud of himself for such a flirty answer.
Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you looked away and cleared your throat. âSo, you know what this partyâs for?â
âNot a clue, love.â
Little did you know, Fred was watching from the other side of the room, a big frown on his face as he downed a shot of firewhiskey.
The way you smiled at Mattheo made him take another. And then how you laughed at whatever stupid fucking joke that arse face made, he took another. And another, and another, and another. He kept taking shots until he eventually grabbed the bottle and drank straight from it, sitting down on the floor as it was steady ground.
âStop hogging the drinks you selfish prick!â George argued, groaning at how his brother wasnât letting him have any more of the firewhiskey.
George was barely buzzed, he followed the line of sight of his twin, laughing as he realized what a dumbass Fred was.
âThat could be you, mate.â Said George, placing a hand on Fredâs shoulder.
âOh please, like I would ever want that stupid Slytherinâs arm around me.â
A loud chortle erupted from Georgeâs chest.
âNo, idiot! I meant that you could be in his place right now. You couldâve told her that you liked her and I bet sheâd like you back.â
Fred swallowed some more of the whiskey, unbothered by the burn of the alcohol as he looked at his twin in confusion.
âI donât like her.â Fred scoffed at his brother, baffled as to how he could make such an assumption.
âSure you donât.â George said, taking a sip of his drink.
âI just donât like that Slytherin asshole. She could literally have chosen anyone but him.â Said Fred, his words slurred.
âYeah? What if she chose Seamus?â
âFuck no! Heâs got bad hair and heâs short. Not to mention heâs younger than her.â Fred retorted.
âHm. What about Dean?â George asked again.
âDean Thomas?â Fred repeated, âNo. Just no. Heâs too⊠Gentle.â
âToo gentle?â George repeated, âHow do you know sheâs not into gentle guys, hm?â
âI dunno. She seems to like the type of broody and manly guys all the time.â Fred said, his words coming out slurred.
George pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, âOkay, what about Neville then? He canât be that bad.â
âDo nooooot say Neville.â Fred cut him off, âHeâs way too sensitive.â
âSo? Girls like sensitive guys from what Iâve heard.â
âShut up.â The older twin rolled his eyes.
âWhat about Cedric? Heâs a nice guy. Decent height, good hair, doesnât seem to be gentle. Heâs not as sensitive as Neville either.â
âNo, Cedric is tooâŠâ Fred paused. âHeâs not⊠He doesnâtâreallyâŠâ He exhaled in defeat. Fred was friends with Cedric, he couldnât think of anything bad to say about him.
âCanât find your words there, Freddie?â George smirked, knowing that you had a little attraction towards Cedric for his looks and personality.
Fred scoffed, looking away from his twin, his heart sinking as he saw you lay your head on Mattheoâs shoulder. His eyebrows turned upward and his eyes got glossy.
âWhy doesnât she like me, Georgie?â He babbled.
âI dunno, mate. Ask her yourself.â George sighed, careless about what Fred was saying now, since he had denied his feelings over and over.
Fred got up and out of Georgeâs view, the younger twin shaking his head in disappointment as he finished what was left over of the firewhiskey.
On the other side of the room, you were still conversing with Mattheo, exchanging flirtatious looks here and there, himself trying to tell jokes but failing miserably and you found it cute.
âHey, you wanna get out of here?â he asked, you swallowed as you knew what he meant.
âNot now, maybe later. Letâs stay for a bit longer.â You put on a plastic smile and got up, âBe right back.â
You didnât know where you were going or what you were looking for, but in the back of your mind you hoped to see Fred somewhere, anywhere, so that he could make some excuse for you while you left Mattheo hanging.
Of course you felt bad⊠But this always happens. You like a guy, he likes you back but when things start moving forward, you back out.
Your hands got sweaty and clammy as you spotted a certain ginger on the other side of the room.
âFreddie? Can you please erm-â
âWrong twin, love.â He turned around and it was George.
You swallowed, âWhereâs Fred?â You asked, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible but you definitely came off as worried.
âOh, heâs right over th-â George paused, looking around the room with his eyebrows furrowed. It was much easier to spot a tall redhead since he stood above the crowd.
âHe was in here a second ago,â he said in confusion. âI swear I was just talking to him.â
You wiped your hands on your thighs. There was a twist in your stomach.
Obviously you believed George, that Fred wasnât here but you needed to know for yourself, turning around to look through the room but were met with someoneâs chest.
âHey, you okay?â Harry asked. âDid you find Fred?â
Swallowing, you replied, âIâm okay. Looking for him myself actually.â
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, hearing Fredâs voice gently speak your name as you turned around.
Oh Godric, the embarrassment you felt.
The boy in front of you held a rose. Corny as ever.
You were a bit confused as you didnât know what he was doing or what was going on.
Until he spoke.
âWill you marry me?â
His words came out softly, his eyes half-hooded from the amount of alcohol he had earlier.
It had taken you a second to process, this was the same boy who you went to for guy advice, the same boy youâd spent so many years of friendship with, the same boy you had the longest crush on a couple years back but got over it since you knew he really didnât see you the same. The same boy you were best friends with since childhood. The one you thought you wouldnât ever get over, but then he came up with this bullshit.
This was the same boy who said he would never date you.
Your face finally turned a dark shade of red before you burst into laughter. âFred, youâre drunk.â you said bluntly, trying to bite back an amused grin âBut I love you.â He frowned.
âNo, Fred.â You replied, a little sad at your own answer, none of this was real and you didnât mean to hurt him, but he was drunk.
âWhy not?â He pouted sadly, his eyes looking up at you as if you just betrayed him.
âIâm not going to marry you, Freddie. Iâm sorry.â You scoffed awkwardly, wanting to just get the hell out of that situation. He could only nod. You told him you didnât want to marry him and it broke him.
Fred slowly took a step back, glancing at George who mouthed to him, âWhy the fuck would you do that?!â
The ginger turned around in shame and embarrassment and walked out of the common room, still holding the rose delicately as he looked down at it.
Turning back around, you noted that thankfully, no one had noticed the interaction. And thatâs when Mattheo stepped closer to you. âYou gonna tell me what that was about?â
Shrugging in response, you spoke back. âI dunno. He was drunk.â
âWell he wouldnât have said that if there wasnât something going on between you two. I thought you liked me.â
With narrowed eyes, you crossed your arms. âIf youâre this possessive, not anymore.â
The situation didnât go any further, George stepping in to defend you. Making a break for it, you stepped out of the common room and stood at the platform waiting for a staircase to lead you down stairs.
âBloody hell.â
You were completely over him right? I mean, he was drunk. He didnât mean any of that. He would forget about it soon enough and you would go back to being normal, to being best friends again. Unless someone decided to bring it up to himâŠ
This was so frustrating, your head was throbbing, you had a terrible migraine and were so stressed as to what you should do.
Obviously you felt terrible for saying no, knowing that it would hurt him, but he didnât mean it, and you werenât going to marry someone while you were in school. Or right after graduating, it just didnât make sense.
And you wanted to get to know them as a significant other. You knew a lot about Fred but you didnât know what he was like as a boyfriend. Who knows, maybe he was quite similar, taking in account the fact that you were very comfortable with each other and you knew him head to toe, what he liked, his favourite things, what he looked like shirtless, the few times you'd walked in on him getting out of the shower when you thought he already had his towel on.
You just stood there, contemplating your next move. You wouldn't ever forgive yourself if you just left him wherever he was, sad and depressed and drunk.
He wouldn't forgive you. Or worse, he wouldn't forget.
You realized you had a bottle of water in your hand, not even remembering when you grabbed it, but assumed you did in the hurry of getting away from Mattheo, that it was for Fred to sober up.
'Where could he be?'
There was an opening to head down the stairs and you took it, scrambling down them as quickly as possible to catch the next one and get down quicker.
Maybe he could be at the astronomy tower but that just didn't seem right. Your gut told you to just wander the corridors until you found him, so that's what you did.
You had almost tripped as you ran down the stairs, turning a random corner into one of the corridors with a couple of classrooms in it. You fast walked, looking left and right too see if you saw anyone, occasionally looking for prefects or teachers on their night shift. You wondered how they didn't know about the party, or maybe they chose to ignore it to avoid finding or seeing anything they didn't want to deal with.
Ten minutes had passed, you were almost sure you were halfway across the school by now since you had jogged through the halls.
This was a part of the school you barely recognized, it seemed as if there wasn't much traffic around here until finally, you turned a corner into an abandoned corridor, a faint sound of someone breathing shakily.
"Freddie?" You called softly, standing in the middle of the corridor far enough into his view so that he wouldn't be startled.
He was sat against the wall, his knees lifted off the ground to support his elbows as he was holding the red flower.
The boy looked up, your heart sinking as you saw him wipe his eyes.
"What...?" he asked, but it sounded more like a statement.
You were standing about twenty steps away from him so you decided to lessen that gap.
"...Are you okay?" You questioned as you stood in front of him.
He looked up at you, his eyes were red and puffy and you could tell that he had been crying for a while. The eye contact was hard for him so he looked back down at the rose.
"I'm fine." He sniffed.
You sighed and sat next to him, handing one of the bottles of water to him, but he just looked at it.
"Drink up, love. Don't want you to be cranky because of a hangover tomorrow." You giggled. He pursed his lips and grabbed the bottle of water and held it, you unscrewed the cap for him and he took a couple of gulps.
He turned the bottle upward, holding it up for the water to flow down his throat faster. You couldn't help but stare at him, his perfectly sharp jawline, the way his Adam's apple moved up and down was quite mesmerizing.
Fred already drank half of it, lowering the bottle and wiping the excess water from his lips. You looked away and cleared your throat awkwardly.
"Thanks." He whispered, setting the bottle down on the other side next to him.
"Mhm," you hummed, looking up at his face but he just kept staring at the damn rose.
You looked at it too, it was beautiful, his big hands held it delicately, despite the fact that they were so rough and calloused.
"You were right, Freddie. Mattheo really is an asshole." You spoke softly, trying to ease the tension.
His head whipped to look at you, "What did he do?" He questioned, his face contorted into something predatory, as if he would hunt down Mattheo and kill him if he did anything to you.
"Nothing bad, he just got possessive and thought you and I were a thing and that I lead him on."
"Told you so." He sighed, looking back at his rose.
"I..." He wanted to say something more, you could tell, but it didn't come out right away, he hesitated.
He decided to just shut his mouth and not say anything to avoid embarrassing himself further.
"Why did you ask me to marry you?" You asked softly, deciding not to keep avoiding the subject.
The redhead turned to look at you with a blush covering his face.
"Becauseâ" he paused, looking for the right words. The boy blinked once, finding the words and resuming, "Because I love you." He replied, looking back at the rose.
"I mean, why else would I ask that..." He whispered.
"But you said you would never date me?" You said, slightly confused but still kind of teasing him.
He chuckled, "Yeah, I was lying. To you and to myself."
Exhaling, he continued. "Seeing you with Mattheo made me realize that..." Turning to look at you, he whispered, "Godric, I'm so in love with you." Fred had to look away, your eyes looked back into his and it was much more than he thought he could handle.
"I realized earlier today that I look at you a lot... And I like when you call me 'Freddie.'" He smiled to himself.
"But... Why did you say no?" He looked at you seriously.
"I really do want to marry you, do all the things that couples do, hold hands, go on dates, make love, start a familyâ" he paused, grimacing at his own words in disgust.
"AndâI probably should have kept that to myself..." He shook his head and put it in his hand, the other still holding the rose, laughing at himself in agonizing embarrassment.
You laughed lightly, "Okay, I think you should drink more of that water." You giggled and he looked at you, smiling.
"Yeah..." He whispered, his breath still had a strong sense of alcohol, his words were clear but it was definitely far from out of his system since he kept pouring his heart out to you.
"You're so beautiful." He admitted, moving his free hand to tuck a stray hair behind your ear.
Fred gently set the rose down, focusing on you. You were close enough to see his pupils dilate, his eyes flickering to your lips and then back to your eyes.
"Iâd like to kiss you." He said it in a quiet voice, afraid that anyone would hear him say such a thing to you.
Fred was slowly leaning in, you panicked and didn't know what to do, you really did want him to kiss you, but he was drunk. It felt like every word he said to you just now didn't count at all.
You just shut your eyes and waited. Fred saw this and he thought that you didn't want any of this, that he really just told you he loved you for nothing. It made his heart heavy.
Not long passed until you felt his lips on the corner of your mouth. You opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you with no emotion. His hand dropped from your face and he turned to grab the rose again, this time handing it to you.
"This isn't a ring, but it was the closest thing I could find that came close to how pretty you are. You can keep it. Or throw it away, I don't care." He sighed, lifting himself off the ground and leaning back down to grab his bottle of water.
He saluted with two fingers and began walking away.
"Wait," you said, standing up and walking towards him, he turned around to look at you, his face numb, or sad, or angry. You couldn't tell.
"I love you too, Freddie. I had the biggest crush on you a couple years ago but you didn't like me back then so I gave up..."
His mouth fell slightly open, eyes looking back at you, waiting for you to continue.
"It's just that you're not yourself. You're under the influence of fucking firewhiskey and I feel like you didn't mean any of what you said and.. That you'll just forget tomorrow."
He licked his lips and stepped towards you, "You do realize that firewhiskey is basically just veritaserum but with other effects too... Right?" A small smile formed on his lips. "And how could I forget that I'm mad about you?"
Gosh he was so tall and muscular you just wanted to jump his bones at the moment. But the closest thing you had the courage to do was step closer to him and pull him in for a kiss. He returned it, sighing deeply. He smelled nice despite the hard liquor. His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace and held his hands on your back. He smirked into the kiss, one of his hands slowly sliding down towards where your ass was, but as soon as he reached it you smacked his arm, making him giggle into the kiss.
Pulling away, he looked down at you with a grin. âYou know Iâm not very good at keeping my hands to myself when it comes to you.â
âOh shut up.â Shaking your head playfully, you thought back on his words, realizing there was always an excuse to touch you. But it didnât matter, you were into it and he mostly did it to see your scowling reactions to get a kick out of it. This made you realize he wasnât very different as a boyfriend than as a friend.
in the early days of his career, johnny does a lot of random commercials and sonya falls in love with the guy on her tv every night
for cageblade week day 6: guilty pleasures đ«§
Fairy of shampoo by Light & Salt
whenever i see her, i'm not lonely
even with my sad heart, it disappears far away
she's my fairy of shampoo
from this moment on, i will love her
Your bitch just got motivation to actually write LMFAO
Im gonna post the last few parts of that dave lizewski fic soon, a SUPER old fred weasley fic i finished and never proofread and posted, bring to life an outline for mk11 johnny cage cuz im a slut for him atm, and probably write a smut for him too because iâm sick
What do you think about Johnny Cage's massive double jiggle physics dumpy phat gyat that causes earthquakes all the way in the outer realm from the shear clapping of those extraordinarily extraterrestrial cheeks (ă»Ïă»)
