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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 “domination” but nuthin too crazywazy please! 😙😙
WARNINGS: cussing, suggestive thoughts?? mentions of kissing 👅👅, 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. “Coming!” Opening the door of your steamy bathroom, you were met with Dave walking past to your room.
“I already sent him up!” She called from downstairs, far too late.
“Hey,” You spoke in a rather awkward tone, slipping past him towards your room as he followed. “Uh, sorry if it’s a little messy, I was gonna organize it before you got here but you got here already so… Yeah.” 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.
“Come on, dude,” 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.
“Nice shirt,” 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. “I found it in my closet yesterday and… I—I just washed it.” Dave himself was just wearing a tee and sweats.
“Okay, 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.” 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.
“So…” you tapped your pen against your knee.
Finishing writing a sentence, he lifted his eyes to look at you, “Yeah?”
Was it just you or was he actually starting to look… Good?
“Um…” You looked to the side as you thought of an ice breaker. “You had any girlfriends yet?”
He blushed and smiled awkwardly, “Uh…” Scoffing at himself, he looked around as if an answer would pop into his view. “Not really… Why…?” He squinted at you.
“Hm. Still a loser I see. Glad to know you haven’t changed.” You teased. He only rolled his eyes, looking back down at his paper.
“You’re so annoying. Didn’t you get dumped like three times?”
“Unbelievable,” you watched him, rolling your eyes. “When you get a girlfriend you can talk shit.”
He smirked. “You’re not denying it.”
You glared at him. “I dumped them.”
“Right.” 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. “…What?”
You blinked, hiding the flustered feeling you got from him catching you staring.
“You’re also not as incredibly nerdy looking as I remember.”
He can only glare at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” But alas, he hoped it meant you were attracted to him. At least almost as much as he was to you.
“Nothing you just… Don’t look so bad after all this time.”
He quickly looked back down at his notebook, unsure of how to feel from the so called ‘compliment.’ Although his heart was pounding through his ribcage, he decided to tease.
“You think I’m cute?” He gave you a smolder.
“Oh hell no.” You scoffed at the stupid face he made.
“Maybe.”
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.
“Dinner’s ready.” He said, smirking at Dave. “Keep the door open.”
You rolled your eyes. “Dad, you know it’s not like that.”
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.
“Don’t worry, sir.” Dave shook his head, “I’m way out of her league.” He had a smug look on his face that made you want to shove him out of your house.
“Up top,” 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.
“You guys suck.” 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.
“Love you, hun.” Your dad called after you but you didn’t 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, Dave’s usual spot had always been next to you and that didn’t change.
“Where have you been? We missed you, kid.” Said your dad, already digging in.
Dave gave you a look, wondering why you hadn’t told your parents your reason for not being friends.
“I dunno… Just been busy, I guess.” He said quietly.
“Why haven’t you come over?” Your mom asked.
Dave and you looked at each other for a second, “We just didn’t really talk much after freshman year ‘cause we didn’t have any classes together.” You told her, which wasn’t really a lie. You and Dave didn’t have any classes together freshman year.
“That’s sad,” she frowned, “you two were always inseparable.” She smiled at Dave fondly.
Dave only poked at his food, “Yeah,” 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 Dave’s knee touch your thigh. He didn’t 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 you’d react. You tried to stop thinking about it for the rest of dinner.
You weren’t mad or uncomfortable, of course it had happened before, but it felt different somehow. Familiar.
“So have you guys gone on any dates yet?” 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 didn’t seem to tone it down. His face was red because of this. And other reasons.
“Sorry.” Your mom hid a smile, seeing Dave’s 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 softly—
"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, “Thanks for the food,” 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.
"I—It'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. He’s probably hot or whatever…”
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 desperate…?”
“No?! He just made it obvious, okay? And why are you getting all weird? Are you jealous…?”
“Me? Jealous of him? Fuck no, I’d rather be stitched up by a damn chimp than you with your terrible needle skills.”
You paused. “How did you know I needed to stitch him up…?”
He was able to answer before hesitating, “Cleo told us when you left for fourth period.”
“Fine whatever. Just piss off dude, at least I talk to the opposite sex.” 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.
“…What?” Dave slowly looked up at you from his notebook, noticing your lasting gaze.
“I—“ 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.
“Holy shit, you’re blind.” You teased.
“Shut up.” He scoffed, “you’re exaggerating.”
You took a moment to look at him, noticing the big difference without his glasses. Dave watched you expectantly.
“You look weird with glasses.” A smirk threatened to creep up on his lips. You only scoffed.
“And here I was thinking you looked cuter without them.”
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 didn’t hear you.
You smiled, feeling a sudden urge to tease him in a flirty way. “Did you hear what I said?”
Dave looked back up at you. “What?”
“You should wear contacts. You have really pretty eyes.” You looked at his lips for a moment, licking your own, picturing yourself kissing Dave.
“Um… Thanks…” 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.
“What are you looking at?” He asked curiously.
You blinked and looked up at his eyes, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of your nose. “Nothing.”
“You know… I had a crush on you in eighth grade.” He whispered.
You laughed, “What?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know how my taste was that terrible at any point in my life.” He tutted.
“Fuck you.” You laughed softly. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”
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.
“We should finish this…” 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 didn’t question you or anything, but he still wanted to understand why you’d 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 don’t want him to think I’m with a nerd or whatever.” 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 forehead—were 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.
"We—You can come over tomorrow if you want...?" You tried, but to do what? Why did you want him back here again so soon?
"Uh—I 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 💀 mention of the phrase “making love” LMFAO, Fred being an emotional drama queen when drunk.
summary: Fred doesn’t 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.
gif not mine!!!
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 😰
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History of magic never failed to bore you. That’s 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.
“So are you going to the party?” Angela asked from next to you, she was your partner for this week.
“Yeah. I thought about what you said, I’ve been overworking myself and I really need to loosen up.”
Yeah, you were one of those students whose parents would kill them if they got bad grades. So what?
“You think you gonna make any moves tonight?” she nudged you, giving you a little smirk.
“…On who?” you asked, face full of confusion.
“On Fred of course!” 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.
“Shhh! And what? No!! Why would I do that? He’s my friend.” Your best friend actually. “I already told you I liked Mattheo!” you whisper yelled, you felt the professor’s 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.
“Oh come on. He obviously likes you. You know, they say you should marry your best friend.” Angela spoke, Fred rolled his eyes at Angela's assumption.
“Please! He's literally always looking at you.” 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.
“That doesn't mean that he likes me! Maybe he just appreciates my beauty. I mean, really, who doesn't?” You said sarcastically, flipping your hair and getting back to work.
Angela sighed in frustration.
“Plus, 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.
“Bloody hell, she is so oblivious.” 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.
“Ow! The hell was that for?” 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.
“Hey Freddie!” you smiled up at him.
Fred realized that he couldn’t stop looking at you, mentally smacking himself in the face and forcing himself to look at the ground.
“Hey.” His response was quiet.
“You okay?” 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.
“Fred?”
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.
“Freeeeed?!”
Hearing it again, he still wasn’t able to look up at you, who he subconsciously knew was the one calling him, only thoughts of making himself seem ‘normal’ to you clouded his mind. So far his plan was working terribly.
“Freddie!”
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?!” You laughed, “Won’t be able to focus on school if I’m too busy worrying about,” you poked his chest, “you.”
Fred felt himself smile at your laugh and how you worried about him. You were such a caring friend.
“Sorry,” he said again, turning to keep walking as you followed next to him.
“So, Freddie. You were begging me to go to that Gryffindor party tonight, yeah?”
He scoffed, “Yeah”
“What should I wear?” 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.
“What about…” You scrambled through your wardrobe, looking for a top to match with your bottoms.
“This one?”
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, “Yeah no, the other one.”
“Why are you so picky about this anyway? It’s just a dumb party, you don’t need to look perfect.” ‘Even though you always do.’ He answered, thinking the last part to himself which made a whole internal war break out in him.
‘Gross…’
“I know… It’s just that Mattheo is gonna be there and… I don’t know,” you turned away from Fred and to the mirror, holding the top over your chest, seeing what it would look like, “I just wanna look good for him.”
Fred scoffed, “Why do you like that Slytherin git anyway…” ‘I’m so much better than him.’ “He’s kind of an asshole and you barely ever talk to him.”
“Don’t you think I know any of this, Fred? And he’s nice to me… Not to mention hot as bloody hell.” You’d spoken to Fred about boys, and he of girls to you. It wasn’t ever weird to speak to him about your crushes. “I want him to notice me and I’ll work up the courage to say something… You know, that’ll get him interested.” You set your outfit down on the bed.
Fred looked at you in confusion. “Wait a minute,” he held his finger up and licked his lips, “You’re not planning on… Seducing him, are you…?” He questioned with a concerned look on his face.
“Whaaaat…” You laughed lightly, “Why would I do that…” 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.
“Hey, I don’t want anyone to use you, alright? Or for you to use anyone. Mattheo may be good looking to you, but trust me, he’s no good and he’s only gonna hurt you.” Fred told you, hoping you’d take his efforts at trying to watch out for you.
“I know, Fred. It’s just… I haven’t gone out with anyone in a while and Mattheo is like the perfect guy… He’s sweet, like I said. And he’s so cute… I catch him staring a lot in class and then he smiles and looks away.” 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.
“Look, I know you care about me and all but,” Your hands moved down to undo the buttons on your shirt, “I don’t need a protective brother all the fucking time. I can take care of myself and I can tell when a guy is using me.” You completely pulled off the shirt, leaving you in your bra and pants.
“I’m not a naïve little girl, Fred.” You grabbed the brush from your vanity and brushed through your hair. “You should know that.”
Fred watched you, already used to seeing your half exposed body, you’d 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. “I know… But why him? Why can’t you choose like any other guy? Anyone but him.”
“Fredrick Gideon Weasley. Are you jealous?” You smirked playfully. A red tinted his cheeks and he scoffed. “No. You know I’d never date you.” He winced at his last words.
The smile on your face slowly faltered, but you liked Mattheo, right? Doesn’t matter if Fred sees you that way or not.
“Good…” You stepped forward and grabbed your bottoms, walking into the closet to change into them. Fred’s eyes lingered on the door as you closed it shut. ‘Good…?’
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The party was pretty much full, you hadn’t been there very long but you still didn’t see any sign of Mattheo.
“Hey Seamus!” You smiled, walking up to him, seeing Ron and Harry talking to him as well.
“Oh, hello love! How’s your night so far?” he smiled back.
“Good enough.” You replied, turning to look at Harry and Ron and greet them but were cut off before you could speak.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” Ron asked.
“Erm… Who?” You asked, confused. “You mean Mattheo?” you whispered, “He’s not my boyfriend,” you chuckled.
Ron and Harry looked at each other knowingly, “No, mate, where’s Fred?”
Your smile fell off. “Err… I dunno.” You looked away nervously, “I’ll tell him you’re looking for him.” Quickly, you walked away to another corner to talk to anyone but him.
“Hello, Lee! Any sign of Freddie? Ron’s looking for him.”
“Oh hey….!” Lee was already tipsy, you sighed.
“Sorry, love. I haven’t a clue. You should ask Georgie, I’m betting aaaallll my galleons he knows.”
“Okay, thank you!” You finally turned to leave until your backed bumped into someone.
Turning around, you were met with familiar brown curls. “Hey there.” Mattheo smiled softly.
You couldn’t speak quite yet, still processing that the boy you’d been pining over for a month was right in front of you. “Hi.” you said nervously.
“Do you wanna… Get a drink?” 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. “How are you, lovely?” He looked at you with sweet eyes.
“I’m okay. You?”
“Better now that I’m with you.” 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. “So, you know what this party’s for?”
“Not a clue, love.”
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.
“Stop hogging the drinks you selfish prick!” George argued, groaning at how his brother wasn’t 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.
“That could be you, mate.” Said George, placing a hand on Fred’s shoulder.
“Oh please, like I would ever want that stupid Slytherin’s arm around me.”
A loud chortle erupted from George’s chest.
“No, idiot! I meant that you could be in his place right now. You could’ve told her that you liked her and I bet she’d like you back.”
Fred swallowed some more of the whiskey, unbothered by the burn of the alcohol as he looked at his twin in confusion.
“I don’t like her.” Fred scoffed at his brother, baffled as to how he could make such an assumption.
“Sure you don’t.” George said, taking a sip of his drink.
“I just don’t like that Slytherin asshole. She could literally have chosen anyone but him.” Said Fred, his words slurred.
“Yeah? What if she chose Seamus?”
“Fuck no! He’s got bad hair and he’s short. Not to mention he’s younger than her.” Fred retorted.
“Hm. What about Dean?” George asked again.
“Dean Thomas?” Fred repeated, “No. Just no. He’s too… Gentle.”
“Too gentle?” George repeated, “How do you know she’s not into gentle guys, hm?”
“I dunno. She seems to like the type of broody and manly guys all the time.” Fred said, his words coming out slurred.
George pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, “Okay, what about Neville then? He can’t be that bad.“
“Do nooooot say Neville.” Fred cut him off, “He’s way too sensitive.”
“So? Girls like sensitive guys from what I’ve heard.”
“Shut up.” The older twin rolled his eyes.
“What about Cedric? He’s a nice guy. Decent height, good hair, doesn’t seem to be gentle. He’s not as sensitive as Neville either.”
“No, Cedric is too…” Fred paused. “He’s not… He doesn’t—really…” He exhaled in defeat. Fred was friends with Cedric, he couldn’t think of anything bad to say about him.
“Can’t find your words there, Freddie?” 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 Mattheo’s shoulder. His eyebrows turned upward and his eyes got glossy.
“Why doesn’t she like me, Georgie?” He babbled.
“I dunno, mate. Ask her yourself.” George sighed, careless about what Fred was saying now, since he had denied his feelings over and over.
Fred got up and out of George’s 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.
“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” he asked, you swallowed as you knew what he meant.
“Not now, maybe later. Let’s stay for a bit longer.” You put on a plastic smile and got up, “Be right back.”
You didn’t 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.
“Freddie? Can you please erm-“
“Wrong twin, love.” He turned around and it was George.
You swallowed, “Where’s Fred?” You asked, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible but you definitely came off as worried.
“Oh, he’s right over th-“ 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.
“He was in here a second ago,” he said in confusion. “I swear I was just talking to him.”
You wiped your hands on your thighs. There was a twist in your stomach.
Obviously you believed George, that Fred wasn’t here but you needed to know for yourself, turning around to look through the room but were met with someone’s chest.
“Hey, you okay?” Harry asked. “Did you find Fred?”
Swallowing, you replied, “I’m okay. Looking for him myself actually.”
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, hearing Fred’s 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 didn’t know what he was doing or what was going on.
Until he spoke.
“Will you marry me?”
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 you’d 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 didn’t see you the same. The same boy you were best friends with since childhood. The one you thought you wouldn’t 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. “Fred, you’re drunk.” you said bluntly, trying to bite back an amused grin “But I love you.” He frowned.
“No, Fred.” You replied, a little sad at your own answer, none of this was real and you didn’t mean to hurt him, but he was drunk.
“Why not?” He pouted sadly, his eyes looking up at you as if you just betrayed him.
“I’m not going to marry you, Freddie. I’m sorry.” You scoffed awkwardly, wanting to just get the hell out of that situation. He could only nod. You told him you didn’t want to marry him and it broke him.
Fred slowly took a step back, glancing at George who mouthed to him, “Why the fuck would you do that?!”
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 that’s when Mattheo stepped closer to you. “You gonna tell me what that was about?”
Shrugging in response, you spoke back. “I dunno. He was drunk.”
“Well he wouldn’t have said that if there wasn’t something going on between you two. I thought you liked me.”
With narrowed eyes, you crossed your arms. “If you’re this possessive, not anymore.”
The situation didn’t 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.
“Bloody hell.”
You were completely over him right? I mean, he was drunk. He didn’t 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 him…
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 didn’t mean it, and you weren’t going to marry someone while you were in school. Or right after graduating, it just didn’t make sense.
And you wanted to get to know them as a significant other. You knew a lot about Fred but you didn’t 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.
"Because—" 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 family—" he paused, grimacing at his own words in disgust.
"And—I 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.
"I’d 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. “You know I’m not very good at keeping my hands to myself when it comes to you.”
“Oh shut up.” Shaking your head playfully, you thought back on his words, realizing there was always an excuse to touch you. But it didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 🫧
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 i’m 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 (・ω・)
