#love quinn wlw

[luvzshy]

Marked Territory

Summary: You and Love Quinn head to a store for a simple errand, but things take a turn when a girl starts to flirt with you. But you, oblivious to the attention, brushes it off, but Love notices the girl’s intentions.

Word Count: 527

Warnings: Slight jealousy, possessiveness, public displays of affection, and a mildly tense situation.

The grocery store was bustling, shoppers weaving through aisles, carts creaking with their loads. You and Love had come in for a few essentials, nothing special, but even mundane errands felt lighter with her by your side.

You pushed the cart, checking items off the list on your phone, completely absorbed. Love lingered near the fresh produce section, her sharp gaze drifting around the store. That’s when she noticed her—some girl with bright red lips and a smug smile, making a beeline straight for you.

You barely noticed the girl when she walked past, dropping some flirty line about your outfit. You offered a polite smile, nodding before returning to your list, thinking nothing of it. But Love caught the way the girl’s eyes lingered on you, how she stayed just a few steps behind as you turned into the next aisle, almost stalking you.

The girl made another move, brushing her hand against yours when you reached for the same box of cereal. “Oh, sorry,” she purred, flashing you a coy grin. You shrugged it off, too focused on your task to pick up on the subtext. Love, though, noticed every single detail, and it made her blood simmer.

She moved quickly, closing the distance between you. Before you could even register her approach, Love slid her hand around your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss. Her lips were fierce against yours, her possessiveness clear in the way she claimed you.

The kiss left you breathless, your hands instinctively finding her waist. She pulled away, eyes meeting yours with a searing intensity. “We’ve found everything we needed, baby,” she said, her voice cool but pointed, as if there was a message meant for someone else. “Let’s head home.”

You blinked, confusion melting into a slow realization when you noticed the red-lipped girl watching the two of you from the end of the aisle. Her expression had gone from confident to deflated, her bravado disappearing as she realized Love’s claim on you. She stood there awkwardly, caught between fleeing and pretending she hadn’t been trying to make a move on you.

You nodded, still a little dazed from the kiss, and allowed Love to guide you away. Her hand remained firmly in yours, as if to show the world that you were hers, and hers alone.

When you reached the car, you turned to Love with a small smirk. “What was that about?”

She shot you a glance, the corner of her mouth twitching with amusement. “Just making sure everyone knows you’re taken, especially the ones who think they can steal you away from me.” There was a teasing light in her eyes, but you knew it came from a place of genuine care and possessiveness.

You leaned over, giving her a soft peck on the cheek. “Well, I’m all yours, Love. You don’t need to worry.”

She smiled, her tension easing as she started the engine. “Good, because I don’t like sharing.”

[ghostampire]

hell's gonna be hot

[forsapphics]

Art by Samara Sketch

[lgbtpopcult]

Best WLW animated shows 2023

Harley Quinn

The Owl House

I'm in Love with the Villainess

The Magical Revolution of the Reincarnated Princess and the Genius Young Lady

Rwby

Disenchantment

Yuri is my Job

[yourenotspecialbabe]

she knows what she’s doing

[starzify]

WAITING - love quinn

PAIRING love quinn x fem!reader

WARNINGS smut 18+

MASTERLIST

↓ MDNI ↓

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto the couch. “I can’t believe he would cheat on me.” You choked out, burying your face in your hands.

Love sat beside you, wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulders. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, though there was a flicker of something in her eyes—something you didn’t see. Love had been waiting for this moment, for you to see how much better you deserved. How much better she could love you.

She gently wiped away your tears, pulling you closer. “You don’t need him,” Love murmured, her voice soft and sweet. He was never good enough for you. Just like she’d always known. And now, finally, you would know it too.

You slumped against Love, your tears finally starting to slow.

As the silence stretched, Love gently cupped your face, her thumb brushing away the last of your tears.

Without thinking, Love leaned in and pressed her lips to yours. The kiss was soft and tentative, filled with all the love she had been hiding. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you kissed back, your lips meeting hers with need.

Love’s hand lingered on your cheek, pulling her closer. When they finally broke apart, you looked at her, searching for words.

“Love…” You began, but she placed a gentle finger on her lips.

“It’s okay” She whispered. “I’m here for you. Always.”

You nodded, leaning in to kiss her again. The kiss became needy as she gripped the hair on the back of your head, making you moan into the kiss. She softly pushed you to the bed. She unzipped your cropped jacket, revealing your bare chest. Love left trails of kisses from your breasts to your lower abdomen. “Love-“ You whispered out of breath. “Shhh…just gonna make you feel good.” She mumbled. “You okay with that?” She asked, looking up at you with eyes filled with lust. “Yes.” You nodded eagerly.

She unbuttons and pulls down your denim skirt, your panties next. She gently rubs your clit, making you pant. “Please…” You beg. “Please what, hm?” She hums. “Touch me more.” You asked, and that was all she needed to hear before entering two digits in you at once. “Fuck!” You cried out, your eyes rolling back. The tip of her fingers hitting the spongy spot in you drove you crazy. She leaned close to your ear, whispering words that took your arousal to the next level.

“You like when I fuck you with my fingers like this?”

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

“You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl.”

As her fingers rammed in and out of you, you felt that familiar knot in your stomach, begging to get untangled. “Love, I’m gonna come.” You moaned, your head throwing back. “Come for me, sweetheart.” She demanded and your juices flowed on her fingers.

“You’re so beautiful.” Love hummed mindlessly, her eyes glistening.

[blckbrrybasket]

30. “Suck It Up”

Love Quinn x Fem!Reader

꒰Marking + Possessiveness꒱ - 1.1k

• jealousy, mentions of murder, oral (r receiving, Love Quinn is a warning but we love her

kinktober m.list

Love’s possessiveness had run deep in her body for her whole life. When she was younger she could get away with a lot more, not that she couldn’t now, but she didn’t want to put you through any of her antics. Normal is how she wanted to appear to the world and to you, the best she could.

She slipped up, sure, but you were always there, an unwavering force in her life. Your loyalty didn’t help her be any less jealous when another woman would look at you. Her eyes were already narrowed and trained onto a woman who had been checking you out like Love wasn’t next to you.

Was she ignoring the hand Love had wrapped around your waist? How fucking dense was she? Love huffed, nostrils flaring as she stared her down. The woman was all but aware, eyes focused solely on you. Love wouldn’t have that. She would never stand for that. You were hers, simple as that.

Feeling something drape on your back you looked back, only to be met with Love’s soft and pleading eyes. Hand squeezing your waist, she leaned to whisper into your ear. “Want to go to the back?” She murmured, pulling back to give you an unwavering smile. She’d perfected looking unbothered. You laughed quietly, arching a brow. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” you tease her, blissfully unaware of what was happening.

“I am,” Love insists back in a light tone, “I’m just…showing you our stock in the back.” You smirked, knowing she was doing what would probably be considered the exact opposite. “Fine,” you say decisively, letting her pull you along by your hand. Your eyes focused on the ground, watching to make sure you didn’t bump into her, not noticing the withering glare she shot over your shoulder at the woman.

You didn’t catch the way the woman’s eyes widened at the rage in Love’s eyes. Anyone could see from a mile away that her anger was far from normal standards.

As you neared the doors to the back Love spoke up, looking forward once more, “You were getting attention.” “Oh,” you mused, “I didn’t notice. I was too busy thinking about you.” Your words seemed to put Love at ease some, her hand squeezing yours when she pulled you through the doors. The moment you walked into the back Love’s arms wrapped around your waist as she peppered your neck in kisses.

The desperate action drew a laugh from you as you turned your head to look at her over your shoulder. She always looked so beautiful when she was this wrecked. It took some effort to turn in her arms but you managed, hands cupping her face. “Should I put my browsing on pause?” Love momentarily frowned until you kissed her cheek, silently reassuring that you were only teasing her.

“Mhm,” she murmured, lips trailing down your jaw. You rolled your head back, exhaling heavily when her teeth grazed over your skin. “Just for a second,” Love added, hands sliding over your body to paw at your ass. She grabbed a handful causing you to giggle into the air, head tilted back.

Love smiled against your neck, nipping at it. She kissed along your throat, finding your sweet spot to latch her lips onto. Her lips pressed down, cheeks hollowing as she sucked a mark onto your skin, rolling the skin between her teeth to leave a mark. Her mark. 

If she couldn’t do it, you, in public she’d at least send you back out with her marks on you.

Her tongue laved over the spot where you were bruising, hickey carved into you. Her eyes stayed on the sight wishing there was a way to make them permanent. “Love?” She glanced back at your eyes, a questioning look on her face. It finally  registered that her possessive tendencies were leaking out.

A small smile appeared on your lips as you shook your head, proud she was finding a way to get it out in more…healthy ways. It definitely helped that her leaving marks on you was making your underwear sticky, pussy throbbing with need. “Nevermind, baby.” She smiled and moved her face back down to your throat, lips sliding across your skin to find a new spot.

Love continued on, making firm hickeys across the side of your neck, lips swollen and spit soaked from her working so diligently. You hummed, fingers raising to trace over them. “Do they look good?” Love smiled, breathing out, “Beautiful.” 

You grinned, leaning to her ear to whisper in it. “I need you. Now.” A happy flush rose onto Love’s face. That woman didn’t get you like this. No one did but her, “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised. Love nosed under your jaw, moving in reverse to kiss up your jaw this time. “You only need me, nobody else.” Her hands massaged the muscle of your ass between her fingers, using her grip to pull you up.

You got the message, hopping up to wrap your legs around her hips with a light laugh. Love kissed below your ear, “And she’s going to know it.” She pressed her hips forward, giving you a surface to grind on as she carried you to the counter.

With the possessive smile growing on Love’s lips at you grinding down you knew she was a goner. She could barely set you on the counter, hurrying to undo your bottoms. “Don’t hold back,” she said, eyes serious as she looked at you. “Okay, baby,” you promised, hands running through her hair as she lowered to a kneel in front of you while she pulled your pants down.

“Nobody gets you like this but me.” Her glare up at you made you clench as you nodded, affirming her statement. Love’s teeth sunk into the meat of your thigh, jaw clenching to leave a blatant mark. She moved her head back to look at it, blowing cool air down to soothe the angry muscle.

“No one,” she grumbled, moving to your other thigh. Her teeth scraped over the skin of your inner thigh, sinking barely in so she could latch on and suck a dark hickey there. You didn’t know that later on that the girl who had shaken Love would go missing. You didn’t know her, so you would also be unaware that she would never be seen again.

And truly, would you care that much? How could you when Love was kneeling before you and kissing your clit so sweetly, as if she wasn’t dreaming about murder. Her tongue flattened, swiping up your slit to gather your slick, her eyes trained on you as her lips quirked up. No, you wouldn’t know. 

But Love would. Later that night she’d come home late from ‘working overtime’, stained hands now clean and ready to touch you all over again. Because she gets to touch you, to mark you. No one else.

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @adventures-of-impala, @dreamerjj

[wandasslut3000]

Pretty girl

Pairing: Love Quinn x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, public sex, bottom!reader, strap on use, club setting, alcohol consumption, praise, degrading, fingering, marking, nude photography, fluff, teasing, birthday sex.

WC: 1.1k

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Music blaring, lights flashing, your hips sway to the music. Your drink in your hands as you enjoy the light buzz in your body. It's your birthday, your party drunk out of their minds, some of the girls finding themselves a special someone for the night.

That however was not on your mind, the burn in your belly intense as you move to take another sip.

Just as your hand relaxes, your body moving along to the beat of the speakers, you feel two soft hands grab you by the waist, a strong hint of your favorite perfume invading your scenes. "There's my birthday girl, I've been looking all over for you baby."

Love presses herself against you, your hips now flushed together as more sensual music plays, her nails lightly scratching your sides making you shiver at the feeling.

Downing the rest of your drink, you turn to face her, a silly smile on your lips as you move to wrap your arms around her neck, holding your girlfriend close as if she would fade away if you were to let go of her.

"Yeah? You missed me?" she nods.

"I miss you every time we're apart." You peck her lips, "You're so cheesy." You tease.

"Only for you."

Your smile widens, leaning closer towards her, the distance between your lips almost non-existent. "You'd be insane to do it for anyone else."

Love groans, grabbing onto your face and pulling you into a lustful kiss, the taste of alcohol on each others tongues. Giggling, you both pull apart when you hear a Forty yell, "Get a room!"

You look up at Love mischievously, "Maybe we should baby, I think it's time for my birthday present." You tease and smirk draws itself onto her face.

"Whatever my girl wants, she gets." Taking you by the hand, and bringing you towards the back of the club. Love hands a man a hundred dollar bill before we are let into a private room.

"Wow, you took 'get a room' literally huh?" You joke and she winks. Closing the door behind her and pulling you into another kiss.

"Happy birthday." She murmurs against you, her lips moving to trace the side of your neck, sucking and biting lightly at the soft skin there, drawing small whimpers out of you.

"Love, please..."

She smirks, pulling away from you and taking your hand. You just then notice your surroundings, a large bed placed in the back of the room, a small box at the base of it.

Your girlfriend moves behind you, wrapping her arms lightly around your torso and leaning into your ear. "Strip and lay down on the bed for me?"

It was more of a question than a demand, a kiss placed right behind the shell of your ear as a way to underline her statement. A shiver trailing down your spine as you nod.

Wordlessly, you do as she says. Freeing yourself from her grasp and your clothing before spreading yourself across the bed, inviting the brunette to have her way with you.

"You look so pretty like that."

You bit your lip and whine, clenching your thighs together at her husky tone, watching as she opens the box and smirks at the contents.

A large flesh colored strap-on matching her fair skin. Part of you wonders how she even brought it here as your eyes stay glued to the item, she fastens the harness onto herself, the cock veiny and free, ready to be inside you.

Crawling up the mattress, Love drags a finger up your body. Starting from your stomach, moving to trace the swell of your breast, past your collarbone and finally up to your lips, slipping the digit inside.

"Pretty girl." A dark twinkle flashes in her eyes as she watches you, batting your eyelashes at her as you swirl your tongue around her. "All mine."

You nod, another finger going past your lips, "Ah... come on baby, there we go." She smiles lazily as you gag around her, tears welling up in your eyes as her hand moves in a faster pace, her other hand moving to wrap around your neck, making you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Yeah... get'em all nice and wet."

Finally pulling them out of your mouth, your saliva coating her digits, she brings them down to your pussy, teasing your throbbing clit.

Love circles your bundle of nerves, your hips twitching against her, Your bottom lip between your teeth as you try not to moan, you clench your eyes shut in anticipation.

"Nuh uh, none of that, I want everyone to hear how good you take my cock." Her thumb drags your lip down before you kiss the pad of it, making her smile.

You feel her replace her fingers with the strap, your wetness helping you grind onto the toy.

Soon the cock shift's into your entrance, thrusting into you, your legs wrapping around her back as her hips buck into yours.

"Yes, uuh, yess- fuck! Oh baby, mmphf-! Right there." You gasp out, your hands tangling in her hair.

Love trails her kisses down your neck once more and latching onto your nipple, your squelching pussy sucking in the strap with little to no resistance at all.

"Go on babygirl, make some more of those pretty.."

One deep thrust.

"Noises.."

Another.

"For... me.." More harsh and deep thrusts stretching you out.

"Please!" You practically sob, your body spasming in pleasure. You don't even know what your begging for at this point, the wetness in between your thighs pulsing.

"Imagine how confused your friends must be 'cause we left so soon." She taunts.

"All because my dirty girl wanted me to fuck her dumb."

"Oh my god!" You gasp, throwing your head back as your eyes roll in a pleasure. Her thumb landing on your clit and playing with the bundle of nerves. Your orgasm rushing through you.

"Yeah? You like me fucking you like this?" She sounds breathless, also chasing her climax.

"Fuckk..." your legs tremble as you scream, mind slowly coming back down from your high. Hearing her moans of pleasure in your ear as she does the same.

Fluttering your eyes open you find your girlfriend's phone out, flashes coming from the camera as she takes a few pictures of you, and your marked and sticky body.

Your cheeks reddening when she pulls out, grabbing a shot of your sopping cunt.

"You're so gorgeous." Love stares down at you in awe. Putting her phone back away she moves to kiss you.

"My pretty girl"

[outletcrash]

when shes a cannibal but you're kinda into it 🤤

[harlivylove]

🙏

Sit with me a while 🥰

[butchbonerot]

Seeing a masc/butch with a nautical star tattoo in the wild feels like seeing an angel with wings

[luvzshy]

Taste of Obsession

Summary: After moving to the quiet town of Madre Linda for a fresh start, you didn’t expect to find yourself so captivated by Love Quinn, the enigmatic baker with an intensity that’s both thrilling and terrifying. As your connection deepens, Love’s charm gives way to possessiveness and jealousy, showing glimpses of a darkness that she keeps just beneath the surface. Her affection turns all-consuming, pulling you in even as every instinct screams at you to run. Will her love prove too dangerous to handle, or are you already in too deep to escape?

Word Count: ~2,500

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possessiveness, psychological tension, implied stalking, and mild violence.

Madre Linda was the last place you thought you’d end up. After a few too many setbacks in the city, you craved a slower pace. The small California suburb, with its sprawling greenery and polished exteriors, seemed like the kind of place where things might finally settle down. That is, until you walked into A Fresh Tart on your first day, in desperate need of caffeine, and saw her.

Love Quinn had a presence that filled the room. She was beautiful, but not in a way that felt distant—she seemed both warm and untouchable, like she was part of the town’s fabric but had secrets she’d never tell. She moved behind the counter with an ease and elegance that made you feel like you’d stumbled onto something rare.

“New in town?” Her voice was smooth, light, with a smile that made your cheeks heat.

“Yeah, just got in yesterday,” you replied, a little nervous under her gaze.

“Well, welcome to Madre Linda,” she said, handing over a perfectly crafted latte with a little heart in the foam. “I think you’ll like it here.” Her eyes lingered, a moment too long, before she turned back to her work.

As the days turned into weeks, Love became a staple in your life. You’d find any excuse to visit A Fresh Tart, often spending your breaks there and savoring every minute of conversation. And the way she looked at you? It was like you were the only person in the room. You’d laugh at her jokes, share stories of your past, and, occasionally, she’d give you that look—that deep, knowing look that left a shiver down your spine.

But Love wasn’t just attentive; she was intense. Her gaze often flickered toward anyone who tried to catch your attention, and a low, simmering anger would cloud her otherwise gentle eyes if someone flirted with you. You told yourself you were overthinking things. But then came the night that changed everything.

You’d been invited to a small dinner party at Love’s home. Her brother, Forty, was out of town, so it was just the two of you. Her place was elegant, full of character—baked goods on the kitchen counter, plants thriving in every corner, and dim, warm lighting that made you feel like you’d stepped into a different world.

“So,” Love asked, her tone soft, as she poured you a glass of wine. “Have you met anyone…interesting around here?”

You chuckled, leaning back. “Not really. Just the people at work, and you, of course.”

Her eyes sparkled, and she seemed pleased, almost too pleased, with your answer. “Good,” she said, taking a sip of her wine and gazing at you over the rim of the glass. “I wouldn’t want you getting distracted by the wrong crowd.”

There was something dangerous about the way she said it—like it was both a promise and a warning. You brushed it off, telling yourself you were just misinterpreting her protective nature. But the next day, you found yourself second-guessing.

A friend from work, Mark, had invited you out for coffee, and you’d accepted, eager to make connections in the area. But when you arrived, Love was there, sitting in the corner, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that sent chills down your spine. She didn’t say a word, but Mark seemed uncomfortable under her gaze, and after a few awkward minutes, he excused himself, mumbling something about needing to be somewhere else.

Once he was gone, Love approached, her smile tight. “I thought you’d be at A Fresh Tart today. I missed seeing you.”

You swallowed, your heartbeat quickening. “I—uh, just wanted to check out the area a bit. Didn’t mean to ditch you.”

Her eyes softened, and she reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was intimate, bordering on possessive. “It’s okay,” she murmured, her voice low. “I just…care about you, that’s all. People here…they’re not always what they seem.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with an implication you didn’t dare address.

As the weeks passed, Love’s intensity only grew. She’d show up at your place unannounced with baked goods, her face lighting up when she saw you, as if she’d been counting down the minutes to be near you. She’d linger close, finding excuses to touch your arm, your shoulder, her fingers brushing yours whenever she handed you something. And you found yourself drawn to her too, in ways you hadn’t anticipated. She was magnetic, her touch lingering long after she’d gone, her laugh ringing in your ears even when you were alone.

But that night, everything changed.

It was late, and you were at your apartment, scrolling through your phone when a message came in. Love. You unlocked your screen and read her text: I can’t sleep. Mind if I come by?

A few minutes later, there was a soft knock at your door, and when you opened it, she was there, her eyes bright with an energy that felt almost…dangerous.

You barely had time to greet her before she crossed the threshold, her arms winding around your neck as she pulled you into a deep, fervent kiss. It was overwhelming, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and left you dizzy, her hands tangled in your hair, her body pressing against yours with a hunger that you hadn’t expected.

When she pulled back, her eyes were wild, her lips swollen. “I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, her voice rough with emotion. “For so long.”

Her confession hung in the air, a declaration that felt both thrilling and terrifying. You wanted to say something, to slow things down, but before you could, she was kissing you again, her hands roaming your body as if she couldn’t get enough.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a warning bell rang, reminding you of the intensity that had drawn you to her and, perhaps, should have kept you away. But right now, under her touch, all you could feel was her—and the fact that, despite everything, you didn’t want her to stop.

In the days that followed, her possessiveness became all-consuming. She didn’t want you speaking to anyone else, and if someone showed even a hint of interest in you, Love’s eyes would darken, a shadow passing over her face that left you uneasy. She’d show up at your work, texting you constantly, even hinting at moving in together after only a few weeks.

And despite every alarm going off in your head, you found yourself sinking deeper into her world, unable to escape the pull she had over you. You were addicted to her intensity, her love, even if it came with darkness lurking in the edges of her affection.

One night, after an intense argument about your friend Mark—who you hadn’t even seen since Love had scared him off—she looked at you with a dangerous glint in her eye.

“You don’t understand how much I love you,” she said, her voice trembling. “I would do anything for you. Anything. And I won’t let anyone take you from me.”

There was something final in her words, a promise that chilled you to your core. She wasn’t just saying she loved you. She was saying that you were hers, bound to her in ways you might never escape.

And as she leaned in to kiss you, her touch gentle yet possessive, you realized that, somehow, you’d always known—she would do anything to keep you. Even if it meant destroying anyone who got in her way.

[forsapphics]

Harley Quinn & Poison Ivy's first kiss

HARLEY QUINN (2019 - present) · S02, E07: There's No Place To Go But Down — dir. Colin Heck

[mileaminutemalarky]

Nose Squish

some #Harlivy fanart modelled off my gf and I :3333

(please do not repost without credit)

[crybyemissamericanpie]

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

written with the heart - Guinevere Beck x fem!reader

TW:None

Beck sat in the corner of the bustling Starbucks, her frustration palpable as she stared at the blank pages of her notebook. The soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee surrounded her, but it all seemed distant as she wrestled with her writer's block. The cozy atmosphere that usually inspired her creativity now felt stifling.

"Come on, Beck, you can do this," she muttered under her breath, tapping her pencil against the table in a futile attempt to summon inspiration. The weight of her own expectations bore down on her, and she couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment in herself.

Just then, the familiar jingle of the cafe's doorbell announced the arrival of someone who could provide the distraction Beck desperately needed, her best friend.She slid into the seat across from Beck, a warm smile on her face as she took in the sight of her struggling friend.

"Hey, Beck. Rough day?" She asked with a smal smile, concern softening her gaze.

Beck sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Yeah, you could say that. I just can't seem to get anything on paper lately. It's like my creativity went on vacation without me."

She chuckled, reaching across the table to give Beck's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Well, maybe I can help. You know, two heads are better than one."She said with a small giggle

A small smile tugged at the corners of Beck's lips as she looked into her eyes. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

For the next hour, the two friends immersed themselves in conversation, laughter, and shared ideas. Her presence had a calming effect on Beck, easing the tension that had gripped her since they first met. As they chatted, Beck couldn't help but marvel at the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her own passions,the way she laughed,smiled,she was gorgeous.

"Stories are the ones written with the heart.You know?If you are not in the right place in mind or heart it can be kinda hard to write"She said with a smile,as Beck nod also returning that smile with also a small blush but she tried to ignore it

In the midst of their banter, Beck found herself studying her more closely than usual,the way her hair fell in gentle waves, the subtle curve of her smile, and the genuine warmth in her eyes. It was in that moment that something shifted within Beck, a realization she hadn't expected.

As the afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the cafe, Beck's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't deny the warmth blossoming within her chest, the realization dawning on her like the first light of dawn. It wasn't just writer's block that had been holding her back; it was the realization that her feelings for her went far beyond friendship.

Lost in her thoughts, Beck barely registered the soft touch of her hand on hers, a comforting gesture that felt like an unspoken promise. In that quiet Starbucks corner, amid the hum of conversation and the aroma of coffee, Beck's heart whispered a truth she couldn't ignore..

She was in love with her best friend.

Days turned into weeks, and Beck found herself navigating the uncharted territory of her newfound feelings for her best friend. Every shared glance, every subtle touch, fueled the flame that had ignited within her. She couldn't shake the warmth that spread through her whenever she was near, and it left her both exhilarated and anxious.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Beck and her decided to take a casual stroll through the city streets. The soft glow of streetlights illuminated their path as they meandered through the quiet neighborhoods. Beck couldn't hold back the nervous energy that buzzed within her, threatening to spill her newfound truth.

As they walked, she turned to Beck with a curious smile. "You've been a bit quiet lately. Everythings okay?"

Beck hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak her truth. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."

Her expression shifted from curiosity to concern, and she stopped walking and sat on a bench next to them, giving Beck her full attention.

"I… I've been trying to figure out how to say this," Beck began as she sat down next to her, her words cautious but sincere. "I've come to realize that my feelings for you- and not like normal friends do... I didn't expect it, and I'm still trying to make sense of this feeling, but I couldn't keep it from you."

For a moment, silence hung in the air, the weight of Beck's confession settling between them. Her eyes searched Beck's face, and a gentle smile curved her lips.

"Beck, you don't have to figure it all out right now. I value our friendship more than anything," She said, her voice soothing. "Let's take it one step at a time."

Relief washed over Beck, and she couldn't help but smile back at her. In that moment, beneath the city lights, they reached a silent understanding that spoke volumes.

Stories are the ones written with the heart.

[nerdside]

Harley Quinn: A Very Problematic Valentine's Day Special - Trailer