#mark's just made me giddy like a school girl

[thirstywoso]

Five years down, forever to go // Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

Synopsis: You and Jessie may be celebrating your fifth anniversary but that doesn't mean the raw attraction has gone

A/N: Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it

Warnings: 18+ mdni Smut, just pure smut. Light/minimal choking, fingering r receiving and giving, strap on use r receiving, oral r receiving and giving, marking, praise kink, minimal/barely mentioned/implied alcohol usage, implied squirting, finger sucking, semi public, aftercare, I think that's it?

W/C: 3.6k

Five years, five years yourself and Jessie had been together you thought to yourself as you fixed your hair in the hallway mirror waiting for Jessie to appear from your room. You heard a small cough and turned to see a suited up Jessie stood in the door way. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of her, five years and she still flawed you every time you saw her.

Jessie was wearing black pants, a matching long sleeve shirt that was unbuttoned down to the middle of her chest paired with some white air forces. Her hair was slicked back and she had the biggest grin on her face as she took you all in.

"Are you sure you're still hungry enough to go out?" You laughed turning back towards your own reflection

"Mhmm, why?" Jessie looked at you puzzled

"Because you practically just ate me with your eyes Jess!" You smirk at her through the mirror

"Can you blame me, you look gorgeous tonight babe"

"I could say the same about you but it wouldn't do how good you look justice"

After a few minutes of you both just staring at each other Jessie made a move to get the car keys from the bowl by the door. Making her way to the car she opened the door for you, like she still did after all these years having never once let you open it for yourself.

You got in and drove in relatively comfortable silence, occasionally one of you would steal a glance at the other a few times making eye contact and quickly looking away. You felt like a giddy school girl with a crush on the cutest girl in class.

Once you got to the restaurant you were seated in the usual dimly lit booth in the corner, the same table you sat at the last five years you had been here. It had become tradition that you'd repeat your first date every year sitting at the exact same table, ordering the exact same drinks and the exact same food.

Before long though you found yourself unable to concentrate on the conversation that Jessie was having with you.

"So do you want to go?" Jessie asked picking your hand up from the table

"Huh?"

"I said would you want to go?"

"Go where?" You questioned your eyebrows furrowed together.

"Y/n were you not listening to me? I said it's Niamh's 25th soon and she asked if I'd fly back to London for her party with you. Would you want to go?"

"Oh sorry.. yeah I'd like that" you said after thinking for a second, it wasn't a difficult choice a trip back to England to see one of your good friends with the love of your life. It was practically a no brainer.

Yet within seconds you were distracted again

"Baby what's wrong? You've hardly listened to a word I've said" Jessie stoked her thumb along the back of your hand concerned.

"Nothing Jess"

"It's definitely not nothing, you've been zoning out all evening"

"You're right, I'm so sorry I know tonight is supposed to be special but I just can't help but picture that outfit on our bedroom floor Jessie and it's doing things to me"

Jessie giggled as you kicked her leg under the table

"It's not funny" you whined

"It is too, but you'll have to wait. Let's get through dinner and then we can head home?"

"I'll try" is all you could mutter

A few minutes later and you were trying so hard to keep conversation with Jessie without your thoughts wondering when you felt Jessie's foot grazing along the inside of your thigh under the table.

"Jess don't"

"Don't what baby? I'm not sure I know what you're talking about"

Which earned her a glare from you, that didn't stop the way her foot which was now shoeless making its way up and down your thigh.

Slowly getting closer to where you wanted her most and the inner turmoil you were having debating between grabbing her foot and stopping her or rocking yourself into her was causing sweat to bead along your forehead.

"You've got five seconds to stop before I pull you into that bathroom Jessie" you warned her

"Well you better get ready because I'm not stopping" Jessie tried to call your bluff.

Within seconds you were grabbing her hand and dragging her down the hallway to the bathroom, shoving her into a stall and locking the door behind you.

Your lips found hers in a passionate kiss before she'd even had chance to fully back into the cubicle, cupping her face and tangling your free hand in the curls on the back of her neck you trapped her body against the wall with your own. Deepening the kiss by swiping your tongue against her lower lip begging for entry.

Jessie moaned into your mouth allowing your tongue to slip in and roam around tasting the beer she had been drinking, her legs subconsciously spread and your knee found the place she needed you most.

You tugged lightly at the nape of her neck causing her to groan as her hips lifted looking for the pressure she so badly needed.

You pulled away slightly, lips puffy and red as you looked into her eyes

"You're so fucking gorgeous Jess, you don't understand how bad I need you"

Before Jessie could respond you found the button on her pants looking back up at her and receiving a nod you undone the button your fingers finding their way into her soaked underwear.

"Fuck Jess"

"Shut up y/n/n, it's your fau.." Jessie tried to blame you

but instead of you being the one to shut up it was Jessie as soon as your fingers glided across her slick finding her bundle of nerves. You applied some light pressure earning some whimpers and mumbles from the girl you had in front of you.

You kissed her again swallowing her moans as one hand continued to scratch at the back of her neck the other tracing her folds before slipping a singular digit into her wet heat. Jessie tilted her head back and gave you that look.

Which you knew meant only one thing, she needed more. It didn't take much encouragement before you added a second finger and then a third pumping rhythmically into Jessie as she bit down on your lip grunting as you curled into her.

That's when you heard muffled voices coming towards the bathroom door and stepping inside. The air in the cubicle was stifling and you attempted to move earning a small moan from Jessie. To which you quickly removed your fingers from inside of her to cover her mouth, at the sudden movement your knee brushed against her core causing your fingers to push more tightly against her lips.

After what felt like an eternity you heard footsteps leave the bathroom and you looked back at a panting Jessie who stared back at you, eyes dilated as she opened her mouth and gently took the fingers still covering her into her mouth sucking off her own arousal.

She hummed and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked and swirled her tongue around your digits before releasing them with a pop. A sudden rush of wetness surging to your aching core.

You grabbed Jessie and kissed her almost intoxicating yourself from the taste of herself on her lips. Groaning your fingers found their way back into Jessie's waistband taking mere seconds to find exactly what you were looking for again.

Jessie's pussy swallowed your fingers with ease as you used your hips for leverage and slowly rocked into her. Jessie slammed her head back against the wall riding your fingers as you thrust harder into her your free hand gently squeezing the base of her neck.

Your lips finding their way to where her jaw meets her neck. Gently sucking and soothing the same spot with your tongue, you squeeze a little harder and thrust your fingers deeper than before.

Jessie struggling to keep on her own two feet as you used your own body to pin her up, legs weak you were keeping her from falling to her knees.

After establishing her as your own with the bright red marks along Jessie's neck which would definitely land you in the bad books tomorrow morning when she had to go to training looking like she had been attacked by a vampire. You released her neck after one extra squeeze and whispered in her ear "I'm going to fuck out every last orgasm you have in you tonight"

Jessie closed her eyes and whimpered

"I'm going to make sure everyone knows you're my good girl Jessie, you'll be screaming my name by the end of the night because that's the only word you'll remember" you husked into Jessie's ear your breath gently tickling her skin goosebumps decorating her body.

"Fuck y/n I'm going to cum"

"Not yet baby" you say with a smirk your fingers speeding up.

"Please, I can't hold back much longer y/n/n I need to cum" she looks at you pleading.

Just as her legs start shaking you remove your fingers shoving them into your own mouth and groaning at the taste eyes rolling back.

"Get yourself dressed we are going" you demanded

You walked back to your table and paid for you meal waiting for Jessie to return after freshening herself up.

As soon as you got back home you had Jessie up on the kitchen counter stood between her legs. Lifting her shirt over head and removing her bra before doing the same to yourself. All items of clothing discarded recklessly on the floor.

Your hands came to Jessie's waste slowly stroking up and down before meeting her waste band for the second time that night. Again you looked at her and she nodded. You removed them along with her panties leaving them strewn on the floor with your other garments.

Once naked on the counter in front of you, your eyes raked over her perfect body taking in every curve and every freckle until your eyes became glued to her glistening core. You licked your lips subconsciously which earned a giggle from Jessie.

Which was unwise on her part because you dropped to your knees and grabbed her hips scooting her to the edge before diving into her. Licking broad stripes across her centre to her hooded clit circling it before adventuring back across her folds and dipping into her clenching hole. Tasting her nectar right from the source.

"Fuck" you mumble into her, which earns a smirk from Jessie.

"You taste so fucking good baby, my perfect girl"

Jessie's hips arched off of the counter and bucked into your mouth. Your arm resting over her hips subtly pushing her back down onto the counter.

It wasn't long before you felt her excitement dripping down your chin, you smiled into her as your fingers rubbed loose circles around her clit.

Her hands finding their way into your hair tugging gently at every slight jolt of electricity you sparked inside her.

You worked Jessie back up close to her peak just like before and it didn't take long for her to start begging.

"Please let me cum this time, please baby, I'll do anything for you I just need to cum on that pretty tongue"

You knew this time you couldn't deny her request and were relentless, lips attaching to her clit sucking rhythmically as your fingers entered her once again. Curling deep inside her hitting the spot that made her legs shake.

Within seconds Jessie's hips began stuttering following your mouth and fingers. Head snapping back and white heat filling from the depths of her stomach before flickering across the back of her eyelids. Wet heat gushing from her as you lapped at her. Her toes curling shuddering as she came down.

You gently picked her up from the counter carrying her to your bed placing her down against the pillows. It didn't take long before Jessie got her breath back and recovered from her mind blowing orgasm.

"Take your pants off"

Jessie gave you a look that you knew you were not to mess with and did as you were told

"That's a good girl"

You smiled at her abashedly

"Come here" she motioned to you as she laid back against the pillows. You looked at her confused when it clicked. You kneeled on the bed kissing your way up her body, across her navel and the swell of her breasts along the marks you'd made at the restaurant before placing a quick peck on her lips.

You straddled her chest and her hands guided your hips so you were hovering above her face. Jessie gently lowered you down on to her lips.

Her pretty pink tongue poking out slightly to flick along your clit, you were absolutely soaked at this point. Feeling yourself drip down her tongue your face flushed red with embarrassment.

"You're so hot like this" Jessie praised into your centre, spurring you on.

You ground down harder on Jessie's face as her tongue lapped around your entrance sliding into you as she gripped your hips rocking you back and forth.

Her nose gently bumping against your bud of nerves making you feel so alive like your skin was on fire.

Your head thrown back in pleasure as her fingernails dug into your thighs, the only thing you could focus on was the immense desire that you felt.

"That's my baby, ridding my face like a good girl" Jessie groaned out as your hips fell out of rhythm.

You were embarrassed but her actions and words soon had you cumming down Jessie's throat. You squeezed her hand still entwined with yours before falling next to her on the bed.

Your head rested against her chest as you gently traced shapes along the valley of her breasts. You were deep in thought before Jessie looked down at you.

"Can I fuck you with the strap?"

Your pussy stirred at her words and you nodded your head eagerly.

Jessie jumped up grabbing your strap from the draw, placing it around her hips and securing it making her way back over to you, the mattress sinking under her weight.

You sat perched up on your elbows watching as she got closer.

She kissed you gently pushing you back before mindlessly playing with your throbbing pussy. After awhile of tasting you she brought her hand up to her mouth spitting on her fingers before returning to your opening.

Jessie slowly enter her fingers scissoring them stretching you open, getting you ready. It was then she began stroking the tip of her strap where you needed her. Jessie kissed you gently lacing your fingers together as she pushed in slowly.

With each inch Jessie studied your face to see if there was any discomfort before she bottomed out in you her hips flush with yours. The end of the strap bumping against her own clit.

You squeezed her hand showing her you needed a minute before you allowed her to continue.

Jessie was gentle with you as if you were made of glass. When she was content that you were ready to begin again she slowly slid in and out of you before you groaned in frustration.

"Please Jess, I need more"

With that Jessie's hips snapped into action and she pulled out almost all the way before slamming back inside of you, earning an ear piercing moan that your neighbours definitely heard.

This was all Jessie needed to hear before she flipped you onto your front grabbing your hips and fucking you senseless. Grabbing your hair she pulled you up so you were on all fours your back arched as she ravaged you.

Pulling harder your back pressed flush against her front as she rutted into you over and over again until your vision became blurry.

One of her hands momentarily leaving your waist before a loud crack rang out around the room as her hand landed on your ass.

Satisfied with your reaction she repeated the movement on the other side until your other cheek had an identical hand print.

Listening to you moan and pant mixed with the pleasure the end of the strap gave her made her legs burn, biting your shoulder, closing her eyes and gently urging herself to continue. Her hips smashed into yours with precision, the wet sound of you taking her deeper filling your ears along with how breathy she was.

"I'm so fucking close Jess"

"Fuck"

"Please don't stop"

"Oh godddd Jesss"

You could stop whining as she claimed you.

Flipping you over onto your back again Jessie hunched over you sucking down on your left peak catching the other between her forefinger and thumb tweaking it before releasing your breast with a pop. Bringing you ever closer to the edge before swapping and paying the same attention to your now stiffening right peak.

The cold air meeting the saliva left on your nipples sending a spark between your legs.

"I want to see your face as you cum"

Jessie leaned down capturing your lips, pounding into you as your nails scratched down her back drawing blood and you screamed out. Jessie watched as she ripped another orgasm from deep inside of you. Eyes rolling back mouth hanging open as an ungodly amount of curses spilled from your mouth.

Jessie continued pounding into you as she chased her own orgasm, causing you to become oversensitive. Breathless you couldn't express yourself to Jessie as she too found paradise and fell against you pushing deep inside. As you came down you begged Jessie not to move so that you could regain the feelings in your legs and not become even more sensitive.

After sometime Jessie asked if she could remove herself and you allowed her to. Apologising she threw the strap to the floor before kissing your temple and curling into your side.

Jessie stroked your warm and sweat damp skin as you regained your breath, slowly your panting stopped and you began to reach your regular heart rate.

After a few minutes Jessie removed herself much to your protest.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll be back shortly, just one second"

"One"

"That's more than a second!"

Jessie came back in with a warm wash cloth and washed you gently between the legs before handing you a bottle of water.

"And you said you'd rip every orgasm from me but here we are" Jessie shrugged

Void of much energy you just rolled your eyes at her.

"You want me to go make a snack?" She asked sweetly as if she hadn't just fucked you into another world.

"I'm good but I could do with a shower" you counter

Within seconds she'd swept you off your feet and had you in the shower.

Her hands gently massaging your scalp with your favourite coconut shampoo, nails digging in and your eyes closing with pleasure. Although different from the sexual pleasure moments ago the new action made your heart swell with so much love.

She then lathered your body in soap, running her hands along your curves, the soft flesh of your inner thigh and to the valley of your breasts where you now saw purple bruises forming from the way Jessie had gone to town on them not to long ago.

Once fully lathered and clean she began to rinse the suds from your body, kissing each part as it became clean, first your shoulders, your stomach, your arms, down your legs before a quick kiss to your bikini line and a peck on your lips.

"What did I do to deserve you?" You ask her

"The real question is what did I do to deserve you?" She retorts

After you got out of the shower Jessie dried you off bringing you back into the bedroom handing you a pair of her Canada shorts and her UCLA hoodie before she tucked you in bed grabbing you some hot coco.

Slipping into the bed with you after cleaning up your clothes from the floor and you had finished off your mug of liquid heaven (that was unfortunately not Jessie's) you placed the empty vessel on your nightstand

Turning back over you snuggled into Jessie's side as she read her book, stroking your hair tearing eyes away from her book to smile down at you before reading again.

"What are you reading? Do you think you could read it to me?" You ask her

"It's just a book about photography and how to take the best shot" Jessie tells you

"Sooo I just love listening to you"

"Baby you won't like it"

"I like anything if it's your voice reading it" which was the truth, you found her voice soothing.

She was never one to deny you so you lay there listening to Jessie's soft voice talk to you about aperture and the importance of picking the correct lenses and the rhythmic beat of her heart as you slowly doze off on her.

The last thought you had 'five years down, forever to go'

[sehyunie23]

Ditto - Haerin

"I like you Y/n... I admire you, for what you do and just how you act. I've been keeping this for a long time so yeah hehe~ I hope you take my confession," Haerin said to me.

"Good, now how do you feel?" I asked the girl in front of me.

"It felt good! I just felt like I have this incredible confidence flowing inside me!" Haerin said proudly which made me smile.

"Uhuh~ so, here's the question. Will you do it?" I asked. Haerin then puts her hand on the table while she thinks.

"Hmmm~ I don't know. I mean, practicing is one thing, but saying it directly to him, it's just like hard you know?" Haerin said a little bit sad.

"Yeah, I understand that but look on the bright side, you are in a group with him on a school project! Don't be sad Haerin~ all will be fine," I said, giving the girl some confidence.

"Yeah, you're right. I still have some time," Haerin said to herself, probably cheering herself up which is a good thing.

"Now that we are finished with that, could you tell me again how did you know that your feelings for him are like, you know, real?" I asked and Haerin smiled again.

"Well~ it all started like this,"

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Haerin POV

Going on a trip with my family is something quite special for me. A time where we can bond, see, and catch up with each other.

Truthfully, there is nothing planned for our trip today, we will just go with the flow as they say because sometimes, something unplanned will leave the greatest memories. Well, that is what I believe in.

Moving forward with the day, my family and I are now in our car, seeing the trees and the neighborhood as we pass the road we are taking. 

Comfortable as my brother is driving, I begin to enter a trance. A trance where I can peacefully talk to myself, admiring everything that we pass by.

Honestly, who doesn't like road trips? I like road trips.

Anyways, being in my comfort for about an hour, we then saw a place from a glance where giddy, happiness, and excitement combines. Once we saw the place, me and my family members glanced at each other, probably thinking the same... Go to the Amusement Park.

We then parked our car nearby and the adrenaline is slowly pumping in my body. I unbuckled my seatbelt and went out of the car to see the rides and stalls that offer different varieties.

Amusement parks brings me joy, it just takes out the sadness in my life. From the rides to the mini-games, it will guarantee me fun.

Walking in the crowded pathways I see some kids dragging their parents and people in cute costumes. The overall atmosphere makes me happy, truly one of the happiest places on earth.

I then see a rollercoaster that looks awesome, telling my plan to my family, they allowed me to go and immediately, I queued up for the ride.

The queue for the ride is not that long. Once the previous trip of the ride comes to a stop, the line starts to move, allowing new people to experience the ride.

Rollercoasters are a must when you come to an amusement park, not only that it is fun, the joy and the excitement will top our feelings.

The staff that is in charge of the rollercoaster ride then guided everyone, informing everyone to fasten their seatbelts.

I sat on the second train and fasten my seatbelt. Being giddy, I just look around with all smiles and then, a man sat beside me. Looking at the man, my eyes widen as I know him.

"Mark?" I said and the man, or Mark then looked at me, quite surprised as well.

"Oh my, Haerin? Is that you?" Mark retorted making me giggle.

"Hehehe, fancy seeing you here though, also, be my seatmate~," I cooed making Mark laugh.

"Hey, we are seatmates in school, and now until here, we are seatmates," Mark stated.

"Coincidence?" I said and looked at Mark.

"I want to call it fate~ *winks*," Mark said, making me scoff at the guy 

"Flirt," I scoffed and then we looked at each other. Seconds passed until we laughed at nothing, but the two of us are sure enjoying each other's presence.

After some time, the ride then starts to move. 

We all know the typical rollercoasters, slow at the start as the train starts to climb until... Free fall!

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

"THIS SHIT IS FAST!!!!"

"OH MY GOOOOOOOO!!!"

We can relate to that. But something everybody would not relate to, when it comes to riding a rollercoaster is holding someone's hand. Yes.

I held Mark's hand.

Mark didn't notice this yet but the warmth I immediately felt, the sense of joy, butterflies, and likeliness, it rushes in me.

Forget the ride, I'm holding a hand... his hand. 

Mark sure is my seatmate but he is also my great friend. We've known each other for quite some time now and our friendship just strengthens when we became classmates.

The school projects we are involved in, nearly similar interests, and the way he portrays life, he just amazes me. 

The admiration that I have for him is so great that this friend of mine that is dear to me, I begin to have some feelings for him as well.

Having a crush on a stranger is one thing, having a crush on your friend on the other hand is another. 

Having a crush on your friend is like having a make-it-or-break-it moment. Lucky when I confess and he accepts it, but what will happen if he rejects me?

Will things around us be awkward? Will our friendship still be strong?

The tug of uncertainty surrounds me. The what ifs as others say. The ride is nothing on me now. What I'm more focused on is I'm holding his hand.

I looked at Mark who is clearly enjoying the ride, the wind blows his hair, smiling, and screaming in joy and excitement.

At that very moment, I saw his smile. I've made my decision. I like the boy who is beside me, my friend, my buddy.

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--- flashback end ---

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Y/n POV

"Like damn. The moment you knew you liked him is when you two are on the rollercoaster together?!" I exclaimed as Haerin just blushed at her seat while tapping her drink.

"Wah~ this is sweeter and cliché than I expected," I giggled as Haerin eyed me and gave me a playful smack to my arm.

"Hehehe, look at you~ but damn. Why not confess now then?" I asked.

"Pabo. You know him too and you know! Sometimes he will be giving signs and sometimes not!" Haerin stated to me.

"And your point here is?~" I asked, waiting for her response.

"I can't understand him..." Haerin said which quite surprised me.

"Oh... Well, that's something not extraordinary considering him but yeah. To make this all have sense, you're thinking if he is giving you or others a signal to love him or not, making you stay in a line where you are confused about your next move?" I summarized and Haerin just nods.

"To make it short, yeah. That's where I am right now," Haerin deadpanned as I giggle at the girl.

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Haerin POV

Opening my eyes and seeing the dark surrounding my room, I sat up and rubbed my eyes, letting my yawns be free. After seating for a couple of minutes, I went out of my room, and then, my cat Taro went to me.

I picked up Taro and the cat just purrs in my arms. Stroking the cat's fur, I just let the peaceful silence takes place until my alarm rang. 

Taro jumps out of my arms and curled herself on my bed.

Letting my cat be, I went out of my room, takes out some bread, and made myself a drink which is mocha, my favorite.

After my little breakfast, I readied myself for school. I replenished Taro's food supply for her automatic food dispenser before going to the cat, rubbing her soft fur, and saying my goodbye.

I then left my apartment then went to the bus stop. Seeing my bus is already loading up passengers, I ran fastly just in time to enter the bus and find a good seat for my mini journey.

10ish minutes passed and I arrived at my stop. The bus stops and I went out of the bus to take a short walk to my school.

Seeing the blooming flowers, pairing that with the cool gentle breeze of nature along with the bright sun, it's close to my definition of perfection.

Entering the school campus, the natural chattering of everyone is heard, some students running, and some just munching their food. A typical day in my school.

I then walked straight to my classroom and there I see some of my classmates and him, Mark, seated beside my seat. 

Happiness starting to run through me, I let myself calm and walked to my seat. Mark then noticed me as he smiled and waved at me. 

I reciprocated his actions and sat on my seat, from there, we talked and soon after, our teacher entered our classroom and started our lecture.

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After our classes, my groupmates are now in the house of one of our members as we agreed to work on our shared project.

Our project is like mini-engineering stuff for us to understand the fundamentals of engineering itself.

"So we put this wire here to connect it from the sensor?" My classmate Minji asked.

"Wait, that wire is for the sensor to the power source," Hanni butted in.

"Wait wait, this wire is too thin to be placed on the power supply," Mark said.

"Then, let's agree on it, let's use this wire for our sensors?" Haechan asked us all.

We all nod at Haechan and he connected the wires to it's place.

After about a couple of hours of making our project, we decided to call it a day. We all thanked each other and went on our separate ways, while I on the other hand, Mark was with me as our home is in the same direction.

Mark and I walk under the moon and stars from above with peacefulness surrounding us. 

I looked at Mark and asked myself. Should I confess?

Confessing to someone you like may be quite stressful for some, but regret is more of a loss than acceptance.

I decided to gather up my courage and face this thought of mine.

"Mark," I called him.

"Ne?~ What is it Haerin-ah?" Mark stopped walking as he looked at me.

"I like you Mark... I-I admire you for what you do and just how you act. I've been keeping this for a long time so yeah hehe~ I hope you take my confession," I said full of hope.

I then looked back at Mark as he looks at me. These are the time when silence is like deafening. Mark gave me a small smile as I await his answer.

"Haerin-ah," Mark said.

"N-ne?" I answered.

"Haerin- ah you're a nice and beautiful girl, but... I am dating Danielle now. I'm sorry if I will reject you but, I hope we can stay as friends?"

"O-oh, is that so? Hehe, I- at least I released this feeling building inside me hehe. I- I thank you for being honest," I said, preventing the tears fall out of my eyes. 

Mark smiled apologetically and we continued our way to go home until Mark and I part ways. We said our goodbyes until I am left alone.

Not even hesitating, I decided to take a detour. Instead of going to my apartment, I decided to go to Y/n's apartment.

Walking at a faster pace, I reached Y/n's doorstep in no time. I knocked at his door and Y/n immediately opened it for me.

I immediately hugged Y/n and cried as my emotions begins to grow. The sadness, disappointment, and even some shame come up to me.

"Woah, Haerin-ah, what happened to you?" I heard Y/n say as he hugged me back.

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Y/n POV

I was cooking my dinner until Haerin knocked on my door and cried on my shoulders. After calming the girl down, Haerin told me that she confessed to Mark but got rejected by him because he have a girlfriend already.

I calmed down the girl who is clinging to me as she sniffles and wipes the last tears that went out of her eyes.

I patted her head and hummed music just to calm her down quickly. Haerin was looking at the show, sometimes giggling when the show throws jokes and funny scenes.

But while Haerin is watching the show, I was watching her. 

Her beauty, her smile, her wit, and her cute habit of staring at people cutely, even sometimes mimicking thing that she saw. The way I unexpectedly fell for her charms. 

Funny that the very same scenario is happening to me. Haerin fell for a friend, I fell for her.

I've been with her too, we bonded and shared laughs as well but, I think she has no interest in me...

Looking at the show, I just smiled at myself and accepted my role in her life. A reliable friend that she can lean on and a crying shoulder where she can find comfort.

"Y/n," Haerin called me.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"I wish the person we love can love us back..." Haerin softly muttered as she snuggles at my hug. 

I smiled hugged her a little tighter and lean my head on hers.

"Ditto,"

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[dreaming-of-lu]

cause it's me birfday eue decided to spoil myself with the soulmates au. A special surprise at the end 👀

Time

Normally, one would scream at the sight of a vast, wide open field of grass rather than their room being the first sight to see when waking up,

"Did I fucking die?" instead was the first thing that came out of your mouth. The wind was cool against your skin, lightly ruffling your bed mess hair. Miles around was knee high grass, no trees or civilization around. Just the green grass of mother earth and the blue skies with clouds that looked straight out of Ghibli movie.

"I died, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't necessarily say that-" a short yelp left your lips at the sudden voice appearing next to your ear. You scrambled back in shock, stumbling over yourself to get away from the mysterious, possibly stranger danger. Your eyes landed on the man that somehow happened to quietly sneak up on you, your words caught in your throat at the sight of him.

Long pointy ears, shoulder-length blonde hair, red and blue markings that framed his face, low brows lightly furrowed and...his right eye is shut due to a scar overlining it. Though his remaining eye made your breath hitched due to how blue it was,

"Yeah, I'm dead."

A soft snort left him before clearing his throat, "I promise you aren't, what is your name?"

"I-," you made a face at him, "why should I trust you?"

He lift his hand, pinching his arm that made your own sting, "Ow!"

"Because I am your soulmate."

First

The night seemed endless due to how long it was dragging on. With the ailed fragments of sleep begging for him to close his eyes, yet they held wide open to the stars of the night.

'Can't sleep, handsome?' their voice was like warm water drifting around him in a bath after a long day of hard work. A pleased, tired sigh left his lips, making his muscles eased from the tension his body felt. He weakly smiles to himself,

'Not without you by my side, that is.' The light snort that they gave him had his smile become more genuine, and heart pounding against his chest. The soft flush of heat burned his cheeks and neck as they softly laughed at his comment,

'Ever so the heartbreaker, my love,' they lightly teased.

'Maybe to others,' he huffs, 'though to you, my sweet, I shall carry it carefully as if it's a precious gem throughout the land, even when I meet you. It'll still be beside me.'

It's suddenly quiet, causing him to worry and flustered that he might've said something wrong to them. Only to hear a soft sniffle, 'That's...that's the sweetest, sappiest thing any one had said to me. You're too cute.'

His ears wiggled in delight. Goddesses, he felt like a school girl due to how giddy and mushy he felt, 'I'll shower you in them till you melt in them, my heart.'

They tearfully laughed, 'Okay, sap bucket, try and get some sleep, hmm?'

'Stay with me until I do?'

'Always, my darling.'

Drac

"Why this?" You blinked up from your book at the platinum blonde that took his place next to you on the sofa in the parlor room. He wasn't wearing the normal day to day werewolf shawl, instead, fortaking the shawl and adventuring attire to comfortable clothes to lounge around in. It seemed Aryll was put to sleep easily, since her moans and groans of pain used to distill the air of the house they both reside in.

The chain soft snores in the other room was definitely one to be jealous of due to how easily they knocked out. Though, you can't bring yourself to be angry too much, since the beds were soft enough to ease any ailments they might've felt throughout the day.

You shut the book, placing it aside on the table next to the sofa before turning your attention to him, "why what? did something happen?"

He gives you a flat look, grumbling lightly as he rolled his left sleeve to reveal dark ink marked upon his pale skin. He nods his head to it, "we share the same marks."

You stared wide eyed at the ink that lined his thick forearm; vines rolled around in swirls, flowers with fairies splattered here and there. The same picture that lined your own,

"I-I uhm-"

"While I don't mind the pretty ink, however, getting side eyed for it is not one that I want to deal with," He raised a brow at the shock silence that overcame your form.

"I...I think we're...yanno...soulmates?" you give him a sheepish look, grimacing when his stare hardens.

"...Well, that explains it," he leans backwards in the seat, "...could've chose a different place for it though."

"Asshole," you puffed, "I wanted something pretty to make me feel a little more confident and-"

You squeaked when his hand cupped your chin, he carefully maneuver you in laying position. His other hand came right down next to your head as his body hovered over you, he lowered his face, letting his lips ghost against yours. Gosh, was his eyes always this intense?

He smirked, "is this your way of saying we're married?"

"...you ass."

He snickers.

[han4el]

How I see the moon signs, as a cancer rising + leo moon

— Aries Moon

So insane... love it. I just never know what to expect from them. When I think I start to understand them, I discover a new layer to them, a new heatwave incoming, ready to melt any drop of hypocrisy, fakeness or illusions. Personally, I never had close friends with this placement, but I've seen them being very supportive with their close ones. Even if they sometimes say something rude or out of the pocket, it's usually good intended and they only say it if they think it's absolutely necessary (unless you're annoying to them, then they'll just straight up bully you).

Random associations: PE competitions in middle school, angry apologies, crying and laughing at the same time, being mad at someone for being nice to you, being the life of the party for the "the life of the party" people, the best friend of the popular/famous girl, getting giddy with your pet after just yelling at someone, MOOD SWINGS, having a favorite person that shapes your personality more than you think, friendly bullying, loyalty, no bs, no cap, you get what you give, nothing more and nothing less, being remembered by that one friend who checks on you everytime you're struggling, night car rides, uncontrollably laughing in serious situations, red velvet cake, cinnamon, sharp eyeliner, messy hair, making a competition out of anything and getting mad at the fact that you're the only one taking it seriously, always trying to be the best, long-term friendships (like 10 years long), sunstrokes, nosebleeds, blacking out, tremors before fighting, mafia romance, russian models, dry red wine, learning how to fight just to defend yourself, fast life, being in a relationship with someone you low-key hate, fruity and spicy perfumes, enjoying burning paper as a way of releasing stress, feeling relaxed after getting someone else mad instead, forgetting to eat, mixing random pieces but somehow making the outfit work, being the only one who can pull off a piece of clothing or a specific style (usually it looking weird on other people), scratch marks after playing with your pets, having new big dreams every month, red hair, freckles, tanned skin, arm wrestling, boys teasing their crushes, the one who always gets in trouble.

What I love about this placement: the commitment, ambition, devotion, the passion, the energy, the random bursts of emotions. If you need someone to inspire you into doing something, call these guys. They'll make you want to change your life 360° in one night (and most probably actually doing half of those things in one week). They're really good at just getting the sh*t done themselves. Unapologetically authentic and autonomous. The developed ones are actually very good at controlling their feelings and using them for their advantage. Maybe it's just me, but the aries moons I've seen had really pretty skin, usually with freckles. Oh and their noses are usually very pointy or just look that way. Their faces overall just seem very athletic. You might think they do sports even if they don't (they secretly do). Very serious about their purpose. Will never look at you again if you take their dedication for granted. Also, won't waste their time with you if they sense your weak morale, lack of self-awareness or if you don't really wish to change anything in your life. That's an ick for them.

What I dislike about this placement: how fast they forget their old projects and sometimes ex friends (I know it's for their own good, though). Their impulsivity... they will look you in the eyes and say the most gut wrenching threat then forget completely about it 5 minutes later and act all weird if you remind them of it as if it's your fault that you made them "mad enough to behave like that". That loud a** voice in those situations when y'all REALLY have to keep it down 😭 also they're rarely empathetic, so don't run to them when you have a problem (unless you're bffs, then they'll fight whoever hurt you).

My experience with them: 6/10

I might make this a series. Tell me what you think.

[bryscorner]

My Flower Girl - S.H.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x female!reader

To which Steve receives flowers from his favorite girl

A/n: This was supposed to be a little drabble, but I couldn't stop typing while thinking of our best boy, so it turned into somewhat of a short story! Enjoy lovelies♡ I don't know if anyone has done this idea, if so please let me know!

Warnings: fluffy lovesick Steve

Word count: 872

Every time Steve would have a basketball game come up, no matter if it was at home or on enemy territory, you’d ALWAYS show up to support your best boy even if you were busy. Regardless if Hawkins won or lost, you’d always adorned a brown paper bag wrapped around a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers to celebrate him in his accomplishments no matter how small or how hard he had to work in the game.

At first, Steve wasn’t use to this type of affection because in all of his flings and/or relationship with Nancy, he was the dominant one initiating everything. So this was a nice change of pace for him--even if it left him flustered as he received the hand picked flowers from you. What left him astonished was that you’d show up to every game with a bouquet every.single.time even if the bouquet was super small or gigantic, that was carefully arranged with him in mind.

Was Steve a bit embarrassed at first? A little bit yes, because his teammates would not stop teasing him about it, but he couldn’t feel this way for long when he saw his girl adorned him with the same look of joy and adoration as any means of support to let him know that she cares. With every bouquet, came a new flower vase in mind because there was always a new set of flowers for him to publicly display at his lonesome of a household.

Steve would come home after his games, with the newest bouquet settling in his arm, the first thing he seems to always set his eyes upon is the innumerable amounts of colorful flowers--some bouquets on the verge of dying, others lush and thriving: ranging from daises, bluebonnets, roses, carnations, lilies, and so many others that he can never name leaving him wondering where and more so over the lengths you went to even garner such beautiful flowers that wasn’t remotely sold in Hawkins.

This little action always left his heart gushing with love for you, regardless of what anyone says. The thought of him picturing you paying much delicate detail to picking out the best cream of the crop for the bouquet makes him smile as he can clearly picture your brow furrowing in concentration as you ask the florist a multitude of questions on the best flower to pick, which are in season, etcetera etcetera.

The more flowers Steve deems to collect, the more his house looks like more and more of a flower shop or better yet--a personalized beautiful garden made just for him--from his gorgeous and amazing best girl. Each bouquet felt like a trophy, better yet when there's a little card adorned with your pretty yet delicate handwriting, never failing to add a little heart at the end and marking it with "yours truly and inevitably, y/n" putting each card in a box under his bed so he can read it over and over again, when he's either missing you or when needing a pick me up when he's not feeling his best.

Just this little act of support from you makes him feeling all giddy and dizzy when he sees you the next day at school, adorning your signature smile as always while he gets to engulf you in a bone crushing--but of course, loving hug. Letting him go, to get a better look at him, you noticed that he has one flower perched in his brown and luscious hair from the bouquet that you gave him last night.

"Aww you shouldn't have. You look even more beautiful with that flower in your hair!" You put your hand on Steve's cheek, warmth radiating from your palm--Steve leaned in, his eyelids fluttering closed as he sighs with content, kissing your hand before letting go and intertwining both of your hands with his. "Why thank you angel, I actually got something for you-" Steve's words got cut off as he let go of your hands, unzipping his bag pack and fishing out what seems to be like a crushed small bouquet of flowers--some flowers' stems sadly snapped in half, drooping downwards from the boys' hand.

"Aw man--I'm sorry, it was supposed to look prettier than this, I swear it looked better when I picked it up this morning--" Steve's words were cut off from hearing a small giggle from you, hands covering your mouth. Taking the bouquet from him, the thought of Steve picking out the flowers for you made your heart swell. "Thank you Stevie, I absolutely love it. Y'know the broken stems add character I assure you. Thank you my love." You lean in to kiss Steve on the cheek as you carefully put the smashed bouquet into your bag, being sure to preserve it once you get home. Though, you can tell Steve is sulking, you grab his face with both hands and patter his face with peppered kisses in hopes this will lift his spirit. Not being able to keep a smile from plastering on his face, he laughs, pulling his face away to look at your beautiful self once you were done showering him with love.

"Of course angel, anything for my flower girl."

[letmymindfree]

a little something about teenage love stories

"We all want a teenage fantasy" said Jorja Smith in 2017, in her song "Teenage Fantasy". I must admit, she was right. As I am currently living my teenage years, I have recently felt like my life was missing something. Missing on a specific experience of a teen I always dreamt about when younger: a teenage love story.

Growing up, we girls, were always pushed into believing in love. It has been marked in every media we had access too. Movies, cartoons, books or toys. It felt like no woman was complete without a lover, more specifically, a man. Take this: the most independent woman we were exposed to, Barbie, also had to have a man (despite him being useless, in my opinion). Disney Princesses' future is always "and they lived happily ever after" after falling for their prince charming. Love was everywhere and we were raised to believe it was an achievement in life. You HAD to experience the perfect love story.

However, I feel like love has never been pushed on us like it was in coming-of-age movies and series, or more generally, medias representing teenagers. I remember K.C. Undercover, where everytime K.C. got close to a boy, it was a whole event, as if it was abnormal to not have a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend feels like a normal experience for a teen. It was part of how we thought teenage years / high school would be.

And, when you arrive in high school, it is, kind of, that way. My high school social life was rhythmed by the different couples there, the romance drama and, just generally, whatever love story that was going on. Everyone had their thing to say, myself included. I would find myself watching these couples and forming an opinion on each of them, if they looked good together, etc. But I would also fantasize about it, a cute teenage love story that would last forever. I can take as an example a couple in my school: I'm pretty sure they got together before I arrived at the school and are still together TO THIS DAY. And I would see them around school and thought they were the cutest ever. They seemed to love each other out loud (which surprised me for the guy, you know, because masculinity and all that) and were always happy together. Overall, they were just perfect.And I would lie if I said I did not want that too. Yet, I never craved for it, I knew my time would come eventually.

But, recently, as my high school years came to an end, I felt like I missed something by not dating in high school. I had nothing to romanticize about my school years, nothing to talk about other than that I went to class and had friends. At that moment, I realized how it was such an expectation that I had for high school. And overall, for my life. I never imagined myself, in the future, single. It was always: I will go to university AND have a boyfriend, I will be a journalist AND have a boyfriend. So when I realized I didn't have one, I was hit with some regrets. Regrets that came because of my first somewhat attainable high school crush. The first time I felt giddy talking about that one person I never talked to and actually wished something could happen (I still hope, guys, I'm at that point).

And that little hope made me realize that my high school years were over and I was one of the only one (of my friends) who never experienced any type of romance whether it was a touch, a flirt or a simple eye contact. It kind of made me lose hope in a future love but, hey, I'm still young and have a life to live.

I don't think I got anywhere by saying this. Honestly, I'm really just yapping. But anyways, my "story" shows how much this narrative of teenage love has an impact on girls. I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who felt like that (and if I am, it's pretty embarrassing).

I don't know if I wanted to come to a conclusion with this whole rant. This mostly was to write about something I recently experienced and made me think a bit. Also, to share my story as one of many examples of how society sculpts girls to make them whoever they want them to be. Overall, what we can get from this is, do not feel pressured to be or do something because it feels like the norm. Your own speed is the right speed as long as you feel comfortable.

[timeofjuly]

Omg i’m so sorry if i’m like bothering you but you NEED to add P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly to your quinn and mc playlist… it’s so quinn to mc. Not enough people know about this absolutely fucking amazing song!!! It literally makes me feel like a silly teen gal in like a 2006 movie like i feel so giddy when i hear it!!! Music is everything to my heart and soul and love associating things/people/characters in this case that i love with it!!! Thanks for your awesome work… seriously your so amazing July. So incredibly talented your hands and brain are like pure magic ! I really hope you have an amazing week ☹️❤️❤️❤️(you don’t have to respond to do this btw ^_^ i just wanted to let you know my silly little thoughts and correlations with music lol)

You're absolutely not bothering me at all!!! Please send all of the recommendations and thoughts! I am loving them. That song makes me want to write something fluffy set in high school omg, N is for the new wave dreams she had back in her teens is rattling around in my brain now.

Here's a few songs from my own mc/quinn playlist, for your consideration:

Bug Like an Angel, by Mitski This entire song is MC tbh.

Francis Forever, by Mitski A Quinn song, I've been trying to lay my head down, But I'm writing this at three AM

Your Best American Girl, by Mitski THE MC/Quinn song for me at the moment. I could go line by line with this one haha.

Dress, by Taylor Swift 'There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo'. Love it.

Invisible String, by Taylor Swift What I listen to when I want to think of them in a fluffy way.

Your Woman, by White Town Gives me MC vibes.

Cool About It, by Boygenius This song made me BAWL the first time I heard it and it reminds me of them so much.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

What turned me gay (not really) - Tarzan Fight Scenes

Continuing my exploration of impressionable "gay" moments, in this chapter I examine my fascination with another major contributor to my sexual journey. Again, this post is inspired by the sidelineland.com blog in the author's tongue and cheek look into "what made me gay (not really)".  The blog holds up well with time and although this author no longer posts on a regular basis, it's still worth checking out today in my opinion.  So without further delay, here is :

What turned me gay (not really) ... 

Tarzan (Mike Henry / Miles o Keeffe)

Tarzan, specifically his fight scenes in film/shows turned me gay.  And while I know this is cliché for me to crush on Tarzan; it is cliché for an obvious reason - Tarzan cemented my gay origin story.  While I had an interest in guys before Tarzan, my obsession with this character truly cemented the idea in me that I was in fact gay.  Life was different back in the 1990's / early 2000's, and admitting to yourself that you were gay was a huge step, essentially the equivalent of potentially cutting off all your friends and family.  Don't get me wrong things were better than earlier periods however, you honestly never knew how some of those difficult conversations would go and I personally found myself dumped by all my high school friends after coming out.

But I digress and to put it simply, Tarzan was proof that girls didn't do it for me as I would go to long and difficult lengths just to catch a few minutes of a muscled, shirtless Tarzan fighting off some villain.  I recall staying up past midnight waiting to record some old Tarzan movie on AMC or kicking myself later when I missed some appearance on TV. 

Tarzan and the Lost City - Mike Henry It was all worth it to stay up until dawn and shift through the entire movie for just a few minutes of Tarzan looking hot and sweaty wrestling with a villain.

Another point I want to clarify is this post doesn't include just Tarzan but all of this "type" meaning a shirtless, muscled, tanned, and most importantly masculine protector in the jungle or otherwise "badlands" battling villains.  In addition to Tarzan, I'd place Deathstalker, Gor, John Carter, the Beast Master, even George of the Jungle, in this genre.  

George of the Jungle - Brandon FrazierIt was a confusing time to be a young boy and attracted to George.  Admitting it was like telling someone you had a thing for a cartoon character.

Tarzan represented a pattern for me; I would get giddy when I saw a show of this type was airing, I would sit through hours of parts that were of no interest to me, just for a few minutes of payoff.  I also need to mention that this guy is most likely the mold for my ideal type of guy today - hyper masculine but compassionate, tanned, tall, and strong enough to fuck someone up.  Lastly, one thing that is hard to acknowledge but I need to for the sake of self-discovery, this "hero" was almost always a white guy and I do wonder what part this plays into my current tastes in guys.  For example, how often am I attracted to a certain guy because he was imprinted on me in my youth as the masculine stallion to idolize? 

Mike Henry as Tarzan Tall, masculine, and Hairy. A young me fantasizing about him gave me no doubt I was gay.

In any case, the sexy, nearly-naked Adonis left a deep mark on my subconscious and has repercussions on me to this very day. Watching a strong, masculine guy fight off the bad guy will forever be a small part of my origin story on what made me gay.  

Selected Appearances [Not all shown]

Now the biggest question ... who is the hottest Tarzan?  Without a doubt Mike Henry is the hottest Tarzan to me.  Feel free to disagree but again this is just an opinion. 

Hottest (Mike Henry)

Tarzan and the Valley of Gold - Mike Henry  Hairy, Tall, shows lots of leg and plenty of fight scenes

Runners Up

Tarzan in Manhattan and a Television series - Joe Lara 

Tarzan the Ape Man - Miles o Keeffe

Tarzan, the Ape Man - Denny Miller Hot, but too bad Tarzan was hairless back then

The Legend of Tarzan - Alexander Skarsgard I did try to like this movie, but one of the most appealing things about Tarzan is his legs and we don't see a lot with him 

Tarzan and the Lost City - Casper Van Dien  I also tried to like this iteration (after seeing him in Starship Troopers) but there was just something I couldn't enjoy about it.

Similar movies 

George of the Jungle - Brandon Frazier

Gor - Urbano Barberini

John Carter - Taylor Kitsch

Deathstalker II - John Terlesky

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[writingpencil]

Good For You

The dress hugged her perfectly. It was a soft colored pink, almost white, with a little bit of less on the hem so it reached her knees. It was a little bit of a low cut V without sleeves, yet her silver necklace with the heart cut, pink diamond made it work. She added extensions to her pixie cut to make her dirty blonde hair extend past her shoulders. It gave her a more feminine look, she said. I remember always being confused when she said things like that, because she was always feminine looking to me then. I remember watching her add in little silver earrings, leaning against her bedroom door frame. She was so, so giddy. She had been ever since I had said yes.

“Ready, Willow?” I asked. I was a little impatient, I will admit. In my youth, I was much more excited about dates, although I went on only a few with a very special girl my parents introduced me to. They always pushed my education first, but they only loosened their grips a bit when that special girl came into my life. I never was angry that we only connected because of our parents pushing us to. Yet, the love was real. I knew it was real. God, my thoughts were as I looked at Willow, she really does look like her. I suppose I had a thing for dirty blondes.

“Just finishing up!” Even her voice was moments away from bursting into a fit of giggles. “And - done! How do I look?”

I had looked her up and down. “Decent.”

I wish I hadn’t said that, and I wish I had seen the small twitch in her lips. She shook it off, though, she was so strong. So patient. 

Willow shook her head and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me downstairs and to my car. She gave me my keys, then we both got in. I didn’t trust a soul driving my car. A bit of a control freak, especially with something so expensive. I simply followed her directions to the restaurant. She knew it by heart, and she giggled as she told me about how Damien, her brother, and their friends all went to it over a dozen times as teens and such a tradition didn’t die when they got older. I was listening more then I would’ve admitted then. 

The place itself was gorgeous. I wouldn’t have guessed it was a date spot until I went inside. It was fairly dimly lit, with dark browns and reds as its biggest colors - well, alongside black and white. There were large vases with beautiful markings and filled with red colored roses by the entrance. From my immense schooling, I could tell the markings were about the myth of Torin and Keeleycael. I was going to comment, but Willow was telling me to follow. 

A waitress guided us to our table for the night. Willow sat down and so did I. We received our menus and the waitress left us to our own devices after a quick drink order. Willow started talking immediately about the food. I didn’t glance up at her as she spoke, focusing on the menu. I don’t remember what I ordered, some sort of pasta I’m sure, but I remembered she ordered some sort of steak. I remember thinking it was strange. It only came to me after why I thought that way. It was because of something my mother always told me. “She’s a high-maintenance cow if she eats a steak on the first date”. Why did I ever listen to her anyways… 

Once our food was ordered, we started talking more. Willow and I had gotten a bottle of wine to share. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it did loosen me up a bit more. It was a rare time I opened up more. She looked so proud of herself. At some point we got our food, and another bottle of wine. I was far from a drinker, so the food was a big help to the buzz that already infected me. She looked completely fine, however. I suppose it wasn’t a big surprise. She always had friends in high places with parties with people in even higher places. 

That was something I asked about, I remember now. 

“Any interesting parties this week?” 

Willow went on and on about some sort of fancy party. A birthday for an aristocrat’s son. Said aristocrat was one of her friends, and her son was considered Willow’s nephew. She described every little detail about the night, a little gossip here and there, and how happy everyone looked. She looked so full of joy as she talked. Then, WIllow got cheeky as she set down her wine glass.

“You really should come to a party sometime. Meet my friends, ya know?”

“If your friends are anything like your brother, I much rather not.” I had nothing against Damien. He was just… extra. 

Willow had laughed. “I predict it’s gonna take twice as long to convince you to be seen with me at a party. Wil and Eddie. Can’t you just see it~?”

I rolled my eyes a bit. I could’ve just left it at that, but I didn’t. I had to open my mouth. “Willow.”

“Huh?”

“Willow and Eddie.”

Willow blinked a bit. “What’s… that supposed to mean?”

I should’ve just referred to her being Willow on the date. I should’ve backtracked. I should’ve done something else.

“Well, I prefer Willow over Wil.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just see myself dating Willow and not Wil. I could be with Willow, not William.”The silence was deafening. I had taken a sip of wine, but set down the glass and looked at Willow when she said nothing. “Willow?”

She, again, said nothing, but her eyes were all the words needed. They were cloudy, full of the most heartbroken tears I have ever seen. I thought I was seeing things at first, some sort of trick in the light. There was no trick. Her tears were real. Her pale pink lips trembled as she stood up. She ripped off her necklace and slammed it on the table, right in front of me, and stormed out. I stared, in surprise, as she left.

When the shock had died down, I looked down at the necklace. It had cracked right down the center, and a very obvious crack at that. I carefully picked it up, as if it was going to break even more if I wasn’t diligent. After a moment of looking at the diamond, I turned it over to look at the silver back. 

~To Eighteen Years On This Earth~

~Happy Birthday~

I remember covering my mouth when I saw the writing. I remembered the necklace at that moment. It was a present for her eighteenth birthday some five years ago. I remember getting her the necklace to have a good first impression. I’ve known her brother before I knew her, and we only met when she turned eighteen. Her eyes were wide, she hugged me, and she never stopped thanking me for the next year together. I hadn’t seen her without the necklace until a year or so ago. Or maybe I stopped paying attention when it became the new normal. 

What did I say…? I asked myself, but the voice in my head was not my own. It was scolding, disappointed. Fatherly. 

I wanted to leave. I went up straight to the waitress and paid her directly, as quick as I could. The second I could, I left and immediately went to the car. Willow wasn’t there. I checked the parking lot and couldn’t see her anywhere. I tried finding her, I truly did, but it was like she disappeared.

How long was I just sitting there… How long did I look ridiculous? I slightly prayed she called someone to pick her up. I couldn’t forgive myself if she walked. Seeing how I didn’t find her anywhere on the sidewalks home, I assumed she did. My thoughts were only confirmed when Damien had texted me, telling me that Willow was with him and Howy. At the time, I felt relieved that I wasn’t going to be murdered. 

I feel ashamed now that I understand. Little ol’ me just couldn’t grasp it then. Mother never explained such things to me, and I know father would beat such open-minded concepts out of me. I suppose neither are excuses. Explanations, maybe, but surely no excuse.

Willow never returned to the house, although Damien and Howy did. When I asked, Damien just glared at me and Howy would change the subject. Weeks had passed and I had fallen a bit deeper into my job. I tried asking every now and then, even asking Damien’s partner. He wouldn’t talk either. 

I hadn’t seen Willow for years after that. Five, I want to say, maybe seven. Maybe once or twice, but I was never sure and surely never approached. During that time, I went back and forth between blaming Willow for being so emotional, then blaming myself for being so emotionless. I am ashamed that it took me forever to realize my mistake. That it was my mistake. No. Mistakes. I didn’t understand. I had never once misgendered Willow, but it was only the femininity I could be attracted to. That’s what I told myself. I swore off intimacy, and she respected that fully, yet I couldn’t even be a human being and allowed her to pine over me for years, mistaking it for a phase. I was the one who said yes to one of her dates, only to drag her heart in the dirt. I could’ve just peacefully declined her. I could’ve found time to explain to her, as she had tried to explain to me. I could’ve done more then say no over and over again without a single explanation.

We were not entitled to each other, but it could’ve ended better.

Now, here I stood, invitation in hand, along with a small box, outside her new home. I have never felt more nervous then now. I took a deep breath and knocked. I almost stumbled back when I saw the man who answered. He looked me up and down, suspicious and I could see it clearly. He only let me in when he saw the invitation in my hand. 

I don’t blame him. I’m showing up to a party all about my… I don’t quite know what to call her. Officially, we were never dating, but it’s a mouthful to say I’m the emotionless guy who smashed her heart into pieces. What could I call her… 

“Eddie?”

I nearly jumped when I heard my name being called. I looked around until I saw her. Or him. Or… they? I couldn’t tell, to be honest. They were wearing a suit vest and jacket over a skirt. Their hair was shoulder length and tied back. They looked so much more mature.

“Wil… um.”

“Wil is fine.”

“Wil, yes, I -” The words jumbled a bit. “I want to apologize-”

Wil held up their hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But, I-”

“Shush, Eddie.” Wil wore a delicate smile. “It’s nice to see you again. Sour or sweet note.”

I nodded in agreement. “Thank you for inviting me…”

“I told you I would get you to come to a party.” Wil laughed behind their hand a bit.

A small laugh escaped me. “I suppose so…”

I was about to say something, but a man with pitch black hair took Wil’s hands and spun them around until they were giggling. I stepped back a bit, letting the two have their moment. There were a few words exchanged, as well as a kiss, and the man went off. 

“Well, um, new boyfriend?”

Wil rose a brow, but smirked. “New, huh?”

“I mean-”

“I’m pulling your leg.” Wil nodded. “Yeah, that’s Gabriel. Ali is around here somewhere, I think by the door.”

“Hunter, right?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be a Hunter.” Wil giggled a bit, holding up their hands. “I don’t suppose you had the time to look at these yet. I swear with how much squealing and shoving Gabriel’s family did to look at the rings-”

I stared at the rings while they talked. Rose-gold engagement rings, one for each ring finger, rested perfectly on Wil’s hands. I’ve only ever vaguely heard of Ali, mostly from co-workers and especially co-workers with kids. He runs some sort of zoo or farm or, honestly, probably both. What I have heard is that he’s a more outgoing yet mature type. Passionate yet protective. I’ve heard nothing of Gabriel, but I hope he’s good to Wil. 

After a moment, I held up the box. “I know you probably want to forget the past, and I’ll leave even, if that makes it easier, but… I wanted to give this back to you.”

“Hm?” Wil took the box, giving me a playfully suspicious look, then opened it. Their eyes went wide. “My necklace?”

“I got it fixed and I didn’t really have another chance to give it to you-”

“Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course.” Wil handed back the necklace and turned. While I am a surgeon, those necklace clips always made me struggle just a bit. Wil was patient with me, letting me take my time before I managed the necklace. “There, it’s on.”

Wil turned back to me, playing with the diamond. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“Still haven’t given up my nickname?”

“How could I? Was the only way you responded to me~” 

Despite how cheeky they sounded, I couldn’t help but to feel awful. “Was I really that cruel to you…?”

“Don’t fret over it, Eddie, it’s past us. I invited you so that, maybe, we don’t have to leave it as a sour note. I was acting like a child. I shouldn’t have expected so much from you… especially when I knew your childhood.”

“Would it have, ever, worked? If things were different, maybe we could-”

“Eddie, please.” I went quiet, seeing the melancholy look. “It… wasn’t a proud moment of my life. It would’ve never worked. I should’ve just taken the first no and left it at that. But, well, you know me. Stubborn… craving love… But, anyways, it wasn’t a good thing. I can only explain gender so many times, and I can only explain love so many times. I’m no therapist. You’re just as stubborn as me in that department.”

I nodded slowly to each word. “Yeah, yeah… you’re right.”

Wil sighed. “I wish I didn’t run away like I did…”

“I would’ve ran away too. I was, how do you say it? An ass?”

Wil almost burst out laughing. “Yeah, maybe a little bit~”

“Believe me,” I said. “I would’ve quit on me too.”

“I’m weaker willed then I’m Wil-ling to admit~”

“You and you’re awful jokes.”

“You and your awful way of hiding your laughter.”

I shrugged a bit. “What can I say.”

There was a moment of silence between us. It wasn't quite awkward. It was more… sad. A gentle kind of sadness. A knowing sadness between people who’ve made up, yet, the past is silently still there. It isn’t going away. We can smile, but it is no history eraser. 

“Wil, I-”

“Wil, babe, can I borrow you a second?” We both looked toward the brunette, who I can only guess is Ali. 

Wil smiled and nodded at Ali. “One second, please.”

Ali nodded, stared at me a moment, then walked off.

“Apologies for cutting this short-”

“No, no, no, it’s your party, you’re the host, I don’t expect you to spend all of your hours with me.”

Wil giggled a bit. “It really was nice to see you, Eddie. Please, enjoy yourself.”

They went away, and I stood alone with my thoughts. I felt a bit envious, I will not lie. However, I know I did not deserve a queen when I couldn’t get past the pawn. I missed a chance I didn’t even know I had. It was Hell, and Wil blamed themself even though they barely did anything wrong. They always respected me and my space, yet, I still couldn’t respect them. I should’ve known better as an adult. I know I shouldn’t dwell on the past, I can make it up to them and we can move on… but I can’t help it. Thoughts have always been personal demons of mine.

At least Wil is happy now, with their partners. Good for them.

Good for them.

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Guilt

I never got to apologize for the way I behaved years ago. If I could go back in time, I'd apologize for leading you on when I was emotionally unavailable. The worst part of it all... I was far from attracted to you. I didn't find you attractive until I was intoxicated and at the time you were my drinking buddy. Because I was in a different headspace, I enjoyed your company since, of course, I knew there was always alcohol involved. No hang out went by without the glue holding us together; alcohol. This of course was before I realized how funny and charming of a person you are. How much of a good friend you are. How much of a good lover you are.

I'll never forget the nastiest thought I had and I will forever feel awful about it. You put me on a pedestal and enjoyed me for who I was, while I was sickened by your appearance. I do recall having a thought where I called you ugly and was grossed out by you. A thought that came to mind before hooking up but at the time didn't care because alcohol and sex was involved. I wish I could go back in time to end things after that thought and to take time to self-reflect because that alone was horrendous. I am very disappointed with my younger self. The sad truth is, while I was having those cruel thoughts, there was a boy falling head over heals for a girl who was stringing him along.

I'm sorry I leading you on when I wasn't ready. I'm sorry for confessing my feeling towards you and then ghosting you. I'm sorry I used you to be my drinking buddy. I'm sorry I was never honest with you. I'm sorry for being manipulative and for putting myself in situations that gave you an untrustworthy view of me. I'm sorry I rejected you on Valentine's because I wanted to ask YOU to be my boyfriend. I'm sorry I was passive. I'm sorry I didn't give you a gift on your birthday. I'm sorry for not prying more in your life. I never asked how school was going for you. What you were majoring in; What you wanted to do; What you were thinking of; How you were feeling; How you felt about is; because the depressing truth is, I was just there. Never engaging in the relationship. At the time all I really offered was sex.

Despite everything that happened between us, you made an effort to keep me in your life, which in retrospect, was a red flag. You knew before things got serious I didn't respect you and the lack of self-love should have been a red flag for me. I didn't see the red flag in us because I was naive and never rspoke about our toxic relationship to anyone because I was guilty of all I'd done.

Now years later we are no longer together. Surprise? Shouldn't be. Instead you're with someone else's baby momma (I say this to comfort myself as you guys are living happily ever after(?) ) We tried going strong as an exclusive couple but it had a 10 month lifespan. The gutwrentching truth is you made it to the year mark with his baby momma; You take her on dates; you take pictures with her and of her all the time; and you take her on trips with the child. You are actually a boyfriend to her. You make her feel like a queen and in all your efforts, you never made me feel like one.

It hurts knowing (knowing because i'm fucking toxic) how different you're treating someone else. They're living in a fairytale while I had the bare minimum. When I saw it with my own eyes I bawled because I felt insecure and worthless. Why was I never invited to your anual scenic trips? Why did you let me know a day prior? That broke my heart.

BUT I have to be realistic and accept the truth, I wasn't deserving of any of the special treatment. I was an awful person to Cuahutemoc and although I had a redemption arc in the exclusive relationship, it was never enough to sustain the livelhood of the partnership.

I did love you Cuahutemoc. every inch of you, while we were a couple and I am sorry I never made you feel loved/reassured. The feeling I had for you as your girlfriend was true. You made me happy and giddy, until that feeling faded. Thank you for giving me a chance to be a part of your life. I know I failed you, but I failed you from the very beginning and your forgiving self took a leap of faith, which blossomed into an unhealthy beautiful relationship.

I get triggered when i think of you because it's a reminder of how awful I was allowed to treat you. Yes we had a pleasant view months together but they don't outweigh the bad times. i'm sorry Cuahutemoc...

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hihi can I request a angsty-fluff fic with Eddie?

Cheerleader!popular!reader and Eddie are friends, he always makes her laugh and smile 24/7 , and Eddie is inlove with her (let’s say since first year of high school) when he was about to confess his feelings for her, he saw her talking to a jock and that made him realize he wasn’t enough for her so he backed off

Reader noticed this, and confronted him. And he confessed his feelings about her and with something along the lines “your a queen, and I’m just your joker.” Then obv reader says she also likes him and they date :D

Let me be your Harley (archived version)

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader + popular!reader

Author's note - for the sake of this fic let's pretend Harley Quinn appeared earlier in the DC universe :)

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Eddie Munson never thought he could have a friend like you.

Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined being best friends with the prettiest girl in school, let alone someone who also happens to be a cheerleader.

But there he was, on a random Tuesday evening, a joint dancing back and forth between his fingers and yours, babbling about lord of the rings.

"What do you mean Legolas is an asshole?" You chuckled as you took a new puff, Eddie watching as your cheeks hallowed and you half exhaled by your nose before making the rest of the smoke come out of your mouth, stealing a new drag before handing it to Eddie.

"You don't remember that moment in the two towers where he legit let Aragorn bend down to listen to the earth and struggle and stuff and waited for him to come to the conclusion that indeed a whole ass army was headed towards them, and Legolas was just 'oh yeah I can see them from here, I've known about them for ages."

"Oh yeah, I remember" You laughed. "But he's not an asshole for this. Legolas is one of my favorite characters" you frowned a little.

"He's a good character, but elves can be assholes in general in lord of the rings"

"Don't shit on the elves, Munson" You hit his chest with the back of your hand, a new fit of laughter escaping you both.

At this moment Eddie couldn't help but stare at you. You had this giddy high smile on your lips and shiny eyes. Your hair was loose and you were still in your cheer uniform. You made eye contact and Eddie thought he was going to pass out.

His heart leaped in his chest and somehow he knew, he knew that he couldn't keep his feelings to himself for much longer.

He had already been head over heels for you since the first time he saw you in that high school cafeteria. He knew he would die for you the second you exchanged words for the first time and he had struggled to let the words 'thanks' and 'bye' in the same sentence, causing him to mumble something in between.

He had to pinch himself every day since the moment Mrs. Smith had paired the two of you for a school project and you had decided Eddie was a worthy friend.

He didn't even know how in the world you had anything in common in the first place.

But you always took him by surprise. He didn't even think it was possible for someone like you to feel so familiar with what was in his room the first time you stepped in it. And he certainly didn't expect you to look at all his tape collection with wide eyes and watch as you excitedly pointed to almost all of them adding an 'oh my god you listen to that too?', or 'this is one of my favorites!' and he'd watch as you'd ask permission to put said tape in his player and turn up the volume.

Needless to say, Eddie knew you had been sent from heaven right this moment.

Or maybe you were sent from hell, destined to torment him. For him to fall helplessly in love with you just to never get a chance.

But you liked him back right?

right?

"God, I wish I could join hellfire." You blinked and turned to him. "I wish I could play an elf too. I have so many ideas for my character..."

"I wish you could too, princess"

And that marked the end of a perfect evening with you.

You would go back to your house, take a shower and wash your uniform in poor attempt to hide that you had been smoking. You would make yourself something to eat and do your homework, reminiscing of how off being in the cheer squad started to feel.

Your friends felt faker and faker by the second, dancing in a green skirt and pom poms didn't feel right anymore, it didn't feel like you.

~

That morning, Eddie came to school with his intention set. A poorly written speech of what he wanted to tell you crumpled in his jacket pocket.

He felt nervous ever since he woke up with the thought that this was the day. This was it. He would ask you on a date today, and he would jump into the potential abyss of ruining your perfect friendship or finally being able to call you his.

It took him some serious pep talk and maybe even a bit of weed for courage. But he was determined to meet with you in the woods like you usually did if you wanted to talk during school hours. He would sit you down and offer you half of his Twix bar 'how romantic' he thought, and once a comfortable silence had fallen between you, he would try and see if his mouth would let him let the words out.

He would try to tell you how wonderful you made him feel, or every little detail about you that made him go crazy. Explain to you how his heart did flips and butterflies flew into his stomach when he was with you. He would ask you out, maybe even let it slip out that Hellfire needed a queen.

But exactly when he was heading to your locker to slip in the small 'meet me in the woods at lunch' note: he saw you.

His face fell.

Your hair was tied with a green ribbon, a bright smile plastered on your face as you spoke with Chad.

He closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose as his world began to crumble around him.

He was the real-life version of a Ken doll. Perfect brown hair that would make Steve jealous if he was still in school, a pearly white grin that made Eddie's stomach twist, and crystal blue eyes.

He was everything Eddie wasn't. He was a jock, probably had perfect grades, money, and everything else Eddie hadn't. Everything he lacked that you deserved in someone.

The way you smiled as your conversation went on was enough for him to back away and throw the poor little piece of paper in the trash. He tried to burn out of his mind the image of him leaning in towards you, his arm leaning on the wall beside you, blatantly flirting with you.

He walked in the opposite direction, realizing that he didn't deserve you. You were far too high in the Hawkins High food chain to even consider dating a guy like him. How could he have been so stupid?

But you made him high on love. High on the hope that you could be an item. So lost in his love for you that he was brought back to reality the harsh way.

You needed someone like Chad. Someone with a good reputation and who don't take rides in the back of police cars on regular basis.

You might have similar taste in music and common interests, but that was about it. The only reason you were even friends with Eddie in the first place was because of your similar tastes in music, but your social circles weren't compatible. He felt like a fool to even think he could have a chance.

He felt enough like a fool, he didn't need the pain in his heart to become worst by having you around, even if the look in your eyes every time he canceled your plans only stung worst.

Three weeks into his poor cover-ups and attempts to push you away and he only felt miserable. No amount of Ozzy or Dio was enough to forget the pain. No amount of times he would attempt to drown himself in the new Metallica album as he tried to learn the chords on his guitar could attempt to heal the you shaped hole in his heart.

He watched from the far end of the hellfire table. You looked perfect as always, but what he hadn't realized was that something was off. You had trouble eating and didn't find sleep easily lately. The thoughts of what you could have potentially done wrong for Eddie to act so distant with you munching at your stomach.

But obviously, he didn't see it. He couldn't see it. You would hide behind your perfect cheer uniform and constant fake smiles.

But even if someone could see the pain hidden behind these smiles, Eddie would refuse to believe he had been the cause. In his mind, he was simply a useless passing villager in your game of life. He thought of himself to be like one of the background characters he invented for his campaigns.

Boy if only he knew how wrong he was...

On the second day of the third week, you decided you had enough.

If Eddie was going to ignore you, you at least needed a reason. Something to justify the pang in your heart each time your eyes landed on him.

So you held your books a little tighter in your hand, your pink nails gripping them tighter as you made your way out of the cafeteria. You watched from a distance as Eddie spoke with one of his fellow hellfire member while walking towards his locker.

The bell rang and as usual, Eddie didn't move. He took his time, stuffing his drug-filled lunch box into his locker before trying to sort out through the mess of stray paper and notes he might need for the afternoon.

You closed your own locker, telling your friend that you needed to do something before class so she'd leave you alone.

The hallway fell empty apart from Eddie who hadn't noticed your presence. If he hadn't ignored you, maybe you would have smiled at the way he was figuring out what his own handwriting was saying. You would have cracked a joke about how he was muttering to himself. Something about this not being the note he was searching for before tucking it back behind the mass of unorganized notebooks.

Eddie didn't expect to see your face when he closed his locker. You had made your way to him right as he pocketed the scribbling he had done for history and tucked his 4 colored pen behind his ear.

"You're ignoring me" You stated.

He was staring right at you with his big brown eyes, mouth half opened.

God, he wanted to run away. You being so close to him while he was trying to bury his feelings felt intoxicating.

"No I haven't"

"Yes, you have." He watched as your face fell a little, more pieces of his heart shattering in the process. "Have I done something wrong?" The way you frowned was overwhelming. "I promise I didn't mean to."

He had to close his eyes to stop himself from wanting to rip his hair out or cry.

You were blaming yourself, for something that was all him.

"Y/n, of course not- you could never do anything wrong-"

"Then why are you ignoring me" Your tone might have seemed firm but he could tell the way your voice wavered.

You were hurt.

And it was all his fault.

He sighed and managed to meet your eyes again.

"Because I'm not good enough for you Y/n." You blinked.

"What?"

"I'm not good enough for you!" He lifted his voice a bit. "Y/n- you're- you're perfect. It's as if god had taken everything that's just perfect and made you- and then there's me, who is everything but perfect. A freak who was apparently meant to fall for someone he cannot have." He rambled. "Because Y/n" He looked into your eyes, a look so intense it almost gave you chills. "You're a queen, and I’m just your joker. And The Joker cannot fall in love with the queen of Gotham, she deserves Batman, the handsome Bruce Wayne. Not the madman."

You swallowed as you realized this was a love confession. Eddie was rambling on about how he reciprocated your feelings but thought you could never. How low he was talking about himself made your heart ache and anger bubble at the pit of your stomach for all those bullies at Hawkins high. Because your Eddie deserved the world, and he most definitely deserved someone like you. He even deserved the entire of Gotham to be at his feet.

"Harley Quinn is his queen." You took a step closer to him. "Her and the Joker made a pretty good pair the last time I checked."

Eddie felt the air pull out of his lungs as you spoke, his brain attempting to comprehend.

"What do you mean?" He breathed out, watching you get even closer to him.

"Let me be your Harley." You brushed his hand, making goosebumps travel up his arm. His fingers slowly interlaced with yours, eyes getting glossy. "I might be the Queen of Gotham, but I'm far from wanting a Batman."

Before he could blink again, you were already on your tip toes leaning in for a kiss. You were already lowering yourself back to your normal height before Eddie registered what happened.

But when he did, his lips were on yours again - chasing for the kiss he had been dying to steal from you.

Eddie thought his brain was overheating. Not even 10 minutes ago he thought every chance he had with you had been long gone, sunk deep into lovers lake with the other broken romances and unrequited loves.

But there he was, kissing the girl of his dreams in the middle of a school hallway.

"So, I'm really perfect?" You smirked as you pulled away from the kiss just for Eddie to chase your lips again, muttering 'Yes' in between kisses.

Eddie finally pulled away when the information had fully registered

"How in the world do you like me back?" He blinked in disbelief.

"Because you're perfect?" He shook his head no. "your perfect for me Eddie." you leaned in again. "Even if you don't believe it- you are"

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“I have given you three boys and you still want more,” Y/N giggled as Harry buried his head into the crook of his wife’s neck. Harry hummed and pecked a kiss on the mark he gave her on their wedding night, Y/N can feel tingles spreading throughout her body as he nips at it.

“Wanna a baby girl, so bad. You know I do,” Harry said and Y/N nodded, placing a hand in his hair, “But I have to push her out and you know that pups are bigger than your average baby,” Y/N murmured and Harry pecked her lips.

“And I love you for that. So much,”

Harry still continued to kiss down her neck, Y/N rolled her eyes but her brain and body were two separate things. Her brain is saying, no babies and body is saying get his cock inside of her now. It was actually the perfect time to welcome another baby into the family. Harry is doing really well as an alpha, he was made for this role. And the boys, they’re old enough and mature to have a baby in the house. They’re still pups at heart, they mess and they’re giddy. They are Harry Styles’ kids. Lachlan and Levi were the oldest, twins. Harry couldn’t contain his excitement when he found there was two pups in your tummy. They just turned nine last week and are the best big brothers to the youngest pup, Lucas. Lucas is four and starting school and has been begging for a sister. Y/N thinks Harry has been brainwashing them.

“Let’s do it,” Y/N said and Harry’s head shot up, a growl coming from the back of his throat.

“What?”

“Let’s make a baby,” Y/N whispered, Harry immediately crashed his lips into hers, just as passionate and sultry as their first date. Harry is a very romantic werewolf. When they first met, Y/N thought he was going to be this hard, tough guy. But he’s actually just a big puppy who loves the notebook. He hasn’t changed one bit and their love has grown a million times more than that day. When Harry became Alpha, after his father passed away, Y/N was so proud. He didn’t let the job get in the way of their love and kids. But he’s also amazing with the pack and Y/N is grateful to have someone like that by her side.

“This cunt is already so ready for me, isn’t it? Waiting for me to fill you up with my pup, huh? Dirty, dirty, girl,” Harry said, kissing down her thighs, Y/N rolls her eyes and takes her panties off herself. Harry tutted and chuckled darkly at his wife.

“So impatient,” He said, putting his left hand over her stomach, using his strength to pin her hips down to the mattress. Harry’s breath hitched and Y/N could feel it on her wet pussy, moaning at the feeling. He pressed a kiss against her slit and drank in her moans.

“All mine,” Harry moaned, his stubble rubbing against Y/N’s inner thighs. He ran his index finger against her slit and smirked; lavishing in the torment. He rubs Y/N’s clit, slowly and softly loving the way her body moved from the pain and pleasure. His tongue, licked up against her core making Y/N yell out his name. Harry pressed his lips against her clit, and began to flick it with his tongue. He then wrapped his lips around it and let it go with a pop.

“Get in me, baby. Wanna have your puppy,” Y/N begged, Harry looked up as he continued to eat her out.

“Please, want you to fill me up, alpha,”

Harry growled and forced his mouth away from his favourite place. He placed his lips on Y/N’s so she could taste herself.

“You’re a naughty little puppy, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, alpha,”

Harry tugged his hard cock out of his boxers and Y/N licked her lips with anticipation. She sat up and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock, making Harry thrust into her mouth.

“Want to be in your first ok, puppy?”

Y/N had no complaints, she gave his cock another quick peck and lay back spreading her legs for Harry. Harry stroked his cock a little and was happy to not reach for the condoms beside their bed. He lined up his cock with Y/N’s core and moaned teasing his tip against her entrance. He thrusted in, making Y/N whimper.

“So warm,” He moaned.

His pace got faster and Y/N could barely think straight.

“Gonna fill you up so good with my cum. Going to be the best mama to this baby,” Harry moaned and Y/N nodded pulling his head down to kiss him.

“Yes, fill me up, alpha,”

A mixture of moans filled the air as they both climaxed.

“I love it when you call me alpha,”

“Shut up,”

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Ma’am. I’m dying. I love this series. I love the reader. I love Matt. Honestly.

False God | m.m. | 4

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, illusions to smutty things. Matt and reader don’t interact today sorry :(

Author’s Note: Shout out to the anon who gave me this idea and promptly made me want to traumatize our boy. You’re the real MVP.

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“I started seeing someone,” she said to her therapist. “It’s been like three weeks.”

“You didn’t think to mention them before?” They replied, jotting something down in their notebook.

“Didn’t wanna jinx it,” she explained, shrugging half heartedly.

It wasn’t a lie. She didn’t want to possibly jinx whatever the hell she had with Matt. They were enjoying themselves, each other, and she didn’t want to risk losing it. Not after she opened up and told him anything about herself. Or showed him things he couldn’t see anymore. She was happy, house arrest or not.

Even if half of it was her cleaning him up when he got the shit beaten out of him.

“Well, you brought them up. Tell me about it.”

She huffed a sigh, debating if she wanted to. But she found she wanted to talk to her therapist about it, if anything because she didn’t have anyone else to tell. All her friends were on the lam or on house arrest. It wasn’t exactly the ideal way to maintain friendships.

“I don’t know where to start,” she finally admitted, laughing some to herself. “He’s hot.”

Her therapist chuckled in response. “That’s always good. Does he make you happy?”

She nodded, picking at her nails. “Yeah, actually. He does.”

“How did you meet?”

“Oh you’ll hate this. He’s my lawyer.”

The therapist peered over their glasses, giving her a pointed look. “Don’t you think that’s a little inappropriate?”

“My case is over. And I looked it up, as long as he’s no longer representing me for anything, I’m good.”

She had, in fact, googled what happened if she slept with her lawyer. While there wasn’t any repercussions for her, he could risk being disbarred if he was still representing her. Something about ethical compromises and professional rules of of conduct. Though she wasn’t sure he cared, given that he ran around at night and played hero. Taking the justice system into his own hands.

“I suppose as along as he’s no longer your representation…” Though her therapist didn’t seem convinced. She didn’t care. “Tell me more then. What’s his name?”

“Matthew Murdock,” she drawled, enjoying the feel of his name on her tongue. Like she was a giddy school girl with a crush again. “He’s blind, which is a bit odd to adjust to but it works.”

“Do you think you like him because he can’t see your flaws, then?”

Ouch.

This was a conversation they had several times before. She pointed out her physical flaws —from scars to permanent track marks from experiments to things she just didn’t like about herself. It wasn’t a deep rooted issue; self-esteem issues came with the territory of anxiety and depression, especially when you spent six years being experimented on. It was just an jarring reminder that this was therapy and not a friend.

Maybe she needed to make friends.

Maybe that’s why’s she liked Matt in the first place, though. Deep down. He couldn’t see her before, not properly. He didn’t know about the things she hated about herself. But the night he wound up on her roof, when she showed him herself for those few moments, it changed those issues. Not a lot; she still didn’t particularly like her scars or various body parts. But he was so struck by how beautiful she was that he didn’t even care. It made her not want to care either.

“Maybe. But…I showed him what I looked like,” she explained, tapping her temple lightly.

“Without hiding anything?”

“I mean I was dressed, and I haven’t shown him me naked but like, he’s….” She motioned to herself, unsure how to phrase it. Talking about sex wasn’t the problem; it was sharing this intimate experience she that killed her. She didn’t want to share how he touched her that night; how his hands felt against her skin as he took in every inch of her. How he kissed every scar, and told her how amazing she was. How she returned the gestures with just as much care and adoration. It was…it was special. “He’s touched me. Everywhere. All over the place. He knows about every little scar and stretch mark. It’s…really nice.”

Her therapist seemed happy with this response, setting the pen down to listen to her fully now. And there was a smile on their face. “I’m pleasantly surprised that it seems healthy, honestly.”

It wasn’t healthy by any means. She was only giving half the story; the good parts. The great parts. But Matt constantly showed up at her apartment, bloody and battered. He was constantly risking her house arrest by coming to her. It’s just that…she didn’t care. The feelings she had were worth the risk, at the end of the day.

“Be careful, miss. I would hate to see you hurt if he’s just using you for your abilities. After all, you helped a blind man see. That’s a big deal.”

The thought struck her like a sack of bricks, and she hated it.

“He wouldn’t do that but thanks.”

Would he?

*****

“You have been way to hush hush about you and this Avenger chick,” Foggy complained for the third time today.

It had been the ninth time this week.

And the twentieth time since Matt had started seeing her.

“A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell, Foggy.”

“You’re not a gentleman.”

“Well that’s just not true and you know it.”

Foggy huffed in annoyance as he returned to his desk, picking up files for their latest case. Karen was laughing from her office space, filing paperwork as Foggy complained under his breath.

It’s not that Matt didn’t want to talk about her. That wasn’t the case at all. He wanted to tell both his friends about this wonderful woman and the things she showed him. The problem he faced was that he didn’t know how to even start, and he wanted to bask in the feelings from their first night a little longer. It didn’t feel real, though he knew it was. Maybe her vision in her head was just a memory for her, but for him…it was something much more.

His other concern was that he wasn’t sure if she wanted him to talk about it. He certainly understood why she wouldn’t; the moments leading up to her showing him were emotionally distressing for her. And her abilities had been redacted in most of her files. He didn’t want to take away her secret; she was keeping his, after all.

“Foggy does have a point,” Karen said suddenly, walking into his office with a stack of paperwork to sign. “We don’t get to meet her since she’s on house arrest. The least you can do is tell us about her.”

“I want to respect her privacy,” he said simply, leaning back in his chair.

“He’s afraid God will smite him if he’s happy,” Foggy countered, returning to the office to take part in the conversation.

“I’m not afraid of that,” Matt argued but laughed some. “Though He probably will with my luck.”

“Knock on wood,” Karen offered, tapping her knuckles against the desk.

“I don’t think it works like that.”

“Come on, Matt. Anything,” Foggy begged finally. “I’ll get on my hands and knees.”

“It would be a lost cause, since I can’t see you begging. But I’ll happily imagine it,” Matt chuckled, shaking his head. “Fine.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, fine. I’ll tell you about her.”

He didn’t need to go into detail. There was no need to explain why he was always at her house, late into the hours of the night. They could assume the worst of him and it still wouldn’t be as bad as what he was actually doing.

“I have stayed over there probably eight or nine times in the last three weeks.” It was nine times, counting the night they first kissed. “She reads to me sometimes. She’s trying to finish reading every book on her bookshelves before her sentence is up.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet actually,” Karen cooed, clasping her hands together in front of her.

Matt felt his cheeks burn, realizing that it was sweet that she did that. It wasn’t something he asked her to do. The third time he’d spent the night, he wasn’t hurt —he was just there to see her. He had been lounging on the couch, listening to her complain about the book. It must have dawned on her that he probably had no idea what the actual issue was, and she asked if he wanted her to read it to him (“Might as well suffer with me,” she had joked. “Those who suffer together stay together, right?”). So she just…read to him.

“It is nice, actually,” he agreed with a nod. “Though her taste in books is terrible. I don’t think she’s read a single book she’s liked. But she forces herself to finish them.”

“That’s not all you two do, right? You’re not just being read to.” Foggy asked, brow raised.

“I mean, no but that’s not your business.”

“Oh come on.”

Matt sighed, but a laugh bubbled up in his chest as he shook his head. The reading lead to touching and the touching led to kissing and that always led to more. Matt was certain he had every part of her memorized just from touching her. Even with her powers, allowing him to see what she looked like that first night, there was something more intimate about knowing everything about her simply from his touch. He hadn’t asked to see more; she hadn’t offered.

But recalling how overwhelmed he felt when he saw her apartment, when he saw her —it made his heart race. He was given an opportunity to see how beautiful she was, which was something that felt like a dream.

He had to tell them.

“I saw her face,” he finally said, looking up at his two friends.

Foggy stood up straight as Karen’s brows furrowed. “Wait, what do you mean?” Foggy questioned.

“I mean…she used her powers to show me her face,” he explained, the smile on his face growing as he thought about her smile, and her lips. How her eyes shined when she looked at him. “She can implant thoughts and memories into other people’s minds —I saw her apartment, and the awful colors she painted it. And her lights and her kitchen. And I saw her.” He ran a hand over his face, trying to not seem so lovestruck but he couldn’t help it, honestly. “I…it was amazing. It wasn’t real, and I know that, but when you told me what she looked like? It doesn’t compare, Foggy. She’s…she’s beautiful.”

“That’s amazing, Matt,” Karen gushed, smiling brightly at her friend.

“That’s so wild that she can do that,” Foggy mused, leaning back into the table behind him. “You’re not worried she’s showing you like fake things?”

“Foggy!” Karen smacked his arm. “I’m sure she wouldn’t do that, Matt.”

“I’m just saying —“

Matt hadn’t considered that possibility, actually. And Matt considered every possibility.

“She wouldn’t do that,” he repeated Karen’s words, though the thought was stuck in the forefront of his mind.

She wouldn’t.

Right?

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EXCEPTION; LEE DONGHYUCK

troublemaker!lee donghyuck x reader

The school's troublemaker, Donghyuck, realizes that the reason why he can't bring himself to be an asshole to you is because he likes you.

genre: fluff, slight crack????, oneshot, short fic, highschool au

warnings: use of profanity ><, not proofread!!!, things may be too fast, flow may be off, might not be a good fic so im sorry in advance:(

words: 1.2k+

tags: @angel-hyuckie @joker0705 @bbjisungg @mmarrie @jwoos-colored @deysii @trashlord-007 @intokook @neotechhsworld @kjpmin @i-aecrysture @je4nsv @whatsa-bi-as @daegall

a/n: hello this is my entry for the @ficscafe trope event! the trope i chose is angel x asshole that's mean to everybody except angel BUT i feel like i didn't pull it off because haechan isn't technically mean here i guess? but i hope y'all still enjoy it >< + special part two here!

How do we put this in a clear way.

Lee Donghyuck is an asshole. Hands down. More like a jackass but you probably get the point. He'll annoy the shit out of you and if you think getting angry at him would make him stop oh no no no, it won't. He'd actually enjoy it more (his friend Renjun can confirm that). It was like his sole purpose in this world is to irritate everyone he feels like irritating. He's not a bully, he really just like getting on other people's nerves.

Yes, he does have limits and lines he wouldn't cross but it is a universally known fact that he's the student that just wanted to cause mischief, a frequent visitor of the detention room because of all the pranks and tricks up his sleeves.

Donghyuck has some exceptions though when it comes to the people he'd target. The list consists of people he's wise enough not to bother; most likely adults, certain teachers and maybe some relatives as well (not his siblings though lmao poor kids). However, there was an odd addition to his list of exceptions and it was you. Donghyuck doesn't know why he can't bring himself to mess with you. There was this invisible forcefield that was stopping him and it renders him confused. He attempted so many times but in the end, he just couldn't do it that's why he just gave up and left you alone. Donghyuck didn't want to think much about it but alas, he thought about it day and night.

What made you so special that the angel on his shoulder is stopping the devil from the other to cause trouble when it comes to you?

He tried to look back to when you were just a new student who transferred from a small town. He remembered that he felt giddy because there's a new person he can annoy the shit out of but the way you politely approached him made him have mixed feelings about his plans. The first time he attempted to provoke you he "accidentally" spilled water on your notes, knowing that you always wanted everything to be clean and perfect as possible however all you said was "It's alright don't worry, Hyuck. You didn't mean it." and you even said it with a smile instead of retorting at him. It took him aback because of the absence of the emotions he was expecting you to at least have. The boy felt guilty afterwards, eventually buying you a juice box and and a bag of chips from the vending machine to make up for it despite your protests.

The next set of attempts followed the same sequence: he'd do something that is supposed to be annoying, you don't react the way he expected you to react and then he feels guilty resulting to him making it up to you.

It was a cycle. It just had the same results that's why he just decided to stop.

It was lunch time and Donghyuck was conversing with his friend, Mark, when he saw you walked in the cafeteria and he eventually zoned out halfway through the conversation. Allured by the way you seemed like a girl who was modelled to be perfectly kind and pure. Almost innocent, even. You were such a sweetheart how can someone even be like that? "Hey are you even listening to me, dude?" The sound of Mark's voice slowly became clear to Donghyuck. He blinked repeatedly before looking back at the boy in front of him. "Yeah I am." He answered nonchalantly. "Oh really?" Mark crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow. "What did I say then?" He questioned Donghyuck. "Uh... That you look like chicken little?—" He replied, pursing his lips afterwards. A sigh escaped from the older boy. Mark adjusted his glasses into place, eventually saying, "No. I was informing you that you're in trouble. You can't just fill the school's pool with thousands of orbeez!" "Why not? It was fun. Plus it's not like they'll know it was me. How am I in trouble." Donghyuck cockily stated, but that cockiness quickly faded away just like how he quickly acquired it when he saw the look on Mark's face. "You do realize the school has cameras, right?" Mark mentioned with this matter-of-fact tone and with that, Donghyuck knew he fucked up with the small mistake of forgetting to disable the cameras. So that's why I felt like I forgot to do something. He thought.

The troublemaker already had a plan to avoid detention since it was already his third one this week and he was getting tired of the boring hours he would have to spend. Donghyuck was ready to sprint off the classroom and get out of the campus, the only thing he was waiting for was his cue which was the bell to finally ring. He waited impatiently, staring at the wall clock hanging on the wall at the front; he was wishing for time to go faster. Until it finally happened, the bell rang and it was his cue. Hastily he stood up and bolted out of the classroom, sprinting towards the exit when an impact made him fall to the ground with a grunt. Donghyuck heard a quiet groan and he cursed under his breath as the hall was slowly getting filled by students. He looked at the person he supposedly crashed into with a glare but his deadly gaze soon melted and softened.

"(Y/N)? Oh god, are you ok?" He brought himself closer to your figure, a concerned expression enveloped his face. The polite smile you always flashed is now plastered on, "Yeah I'm good." You responded. Donghyuck stood up, offering his hand to help you get up on your feet; You hesitated at first but you still reached your hand out to his. There was a sting on your elbow, wincing slightly when Donghyuck pulled you up. He noticed the small movement and saw that your elbow was bleeding faintly which was the result of the sudden friction when your elbow made contact with the floor. "Let's get you to the clinic—" "Lee Donghyuck." A stern voice called out. He clicked his tongue before facing the direction where the voice came from. "Yeah yeah detention I know." The boy spoke with a snarky tone. "Can you just wait for a minute, thanks." Donghyuck told the faculty member to which the faculty member raised an eyebrow on. He pulled out his wallet, opening it to find a certain thing. A small "aha" escaped from Donghyuck's lips when he found what he was looking for.

"Here take this. I'm really sorry, I hope you weren't too hurt..." He said apologetically before handing you a bandaid that had cute bears as its design. He approached the faculty member and is now being escorted to the detention room. He glanced over his shoulder to see a bewildered (Y/N) seemingly looking at the bandaid with a smile. Your soft smile was contagious and soon enough there was a grin on his face that he didn't notice spread throughout his lips.

Then it hit him. It hit Donghyuck hard while he was cleaning the detention room as punishment. He likes you. He literally almost fell down the table while he was dusting the ceiling when he realized it.

"OH MY GOD I LIKE HER." Donghyuck exclaimed upon comprehension.

You're an exception to all his troublesome extravaganzas because he has feelings for you and maybe you like him too.

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Congratulations Weasley

Hi everyone!! This is for the lovely @heloisedaphnebrightmore ‘s 1k celebration! Congrats!! you totally deserve it! I really like this fic and i hope you all like it as well!

Summary: Fred Weasley has been completely insufferable and mean since third year. Unfortunately the reader still feels for him even after he takes his teasing too far

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Angst with a happy end

You didn’t mean to blow up on him like that. You didn’t mean to be blinded by unadulterated rage and let those words leave your lips. But if you were being honest with yourself, he thoroughly deserved it. After years and years of letting his words carve chinks into your armor, you were through. You simply couldn’t handle it anymore.

You had sat in the common room in your favorite skirt, hands folded neatly in your lap. You kept reaching up to smooth your hair, attempting to look your best. Cormac was supposed to meet you in the common room at noon. He was supposed to escort you to Hogsmeade where you’d eat at Madame Pudifoot’s. It was supposed to be romantic.

You were excited; it was your first date after all. You didn’t quite know if you fancied Cormac. He was brash and occasionally rude, but the feeling of being wanted to outweigh his flaws. It was rare that a boy would give you attention, so when Cormac had suavely asked you out, you couldn’t help but become giddy.

Angelina and Katie had helped you pick out an outfit. It was simple- a black skirt and a simple sweater- but you felt pretty nonetheless.

So you sat and waited. And waited. And waited. For hours you sat on the same sofa in the same position, slowly letting your resolve disappear.

You didn’t know what you had expected. Cormac was known to be an arsehole. Yet, the sting of rejection still affected you, causing you to push back tears.

Around three in the afternoon, Katie and Angelina stepped through the portrait hole. They were laughing about something, smiling wide. But when they caught sight of you, their smiles dropped.

“(Y/n)?” Angelina said, furrowing her brow. She shrugged off her jacket and made her way towards you.

“What are you still doing here?” Katie asked. You just shrugged.

“Still waiting for Cormac I suppose,” was your response. Angelina and Katie shared a look of pity. You blinked back tears. Angelina sat down on the couch next to you and rubbed your shoulder.

“He never showed?” she asked softly. You shook your head. Katie sat on your other side and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Well, he’s an absolute git then,” she began, “Can’t see how great you are.” You smiled softly at her words.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“I can’t believe he would do this,” Angelina said with a hint of anger lacing her voice.

“I can,” you said with a sniffle.

At that moment, the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan stumbled through the portrait hole. You felt yourself stiffen. You had been friends with Lee and George since first year when you had spilled pumpkin juice on Lee one morning. The two of them were great; always joking with you and always making you feel welcome. But Fred was a whole other story. You had been friends with him in your early years of schooling as well, with you developing a small crush on him in the process. It was a puppy love kind of crush. The kind that had you giggling with your girlfriends at thirteen.

But in fourth year something had shifted. While your feelings for him only become stronger, he seemed to develop a strong dislike for you. The usual playful teasing turned into something genuinely meant to sting. His words no longer carried a playful tone, but only one with venom. You weren’t sure what had caused him to hate you, but all you knew was that you couldn’t hate him.

The three of them stepped into the common room, cheeks still flushed from the late autumn chill. The boys had wide smiles on their faces, which only dropped when they saw you. Lee and George immediately took notice of the tear tracks that ran down your face and concern filled their eyes.

“(Y/n)?” George questioned, taking a step towards you. You simply shot him a weak smile. The boys made their way over to the sofa.

“Are you alright?” Lee asked softly. You opened your mouth to answer but Fred interrupted you.

“Oh what is it this time?” he asked with an eye roll. Your eyebrows shot up. You were not in the mood for his insults.

“Fred…” Angelina hissed in a low warning tone. Fred ignored her.

“You’re always so dramatic, crying at the drop of a hat,” he complained. George gave him a swift elbow to the ribs.

“George!” he cried, touching the now tender area.

“Well Fred, I’ll have you know that she has every right to be upset,” Katie said, glaring at him. Fred scoffed.

“I doubt it,” he said in a low tone before flopping into the armchair across from you.

“What was it this time? You didn’t get top marks on a potions essay?” he guessed, “oh wait no! I bet you snapped a quill. What a tragedy!”

“Shove off Fred,” you said in a low voice. He just sent you a glare.

“So what happened?” George asked with genuine concern. You looked down at your hands as you felt the tears begin to rise again.

“McLaggen stood her up,” Katie explained.

“What an arsehole,” Lee exclaimed, shaking his head. George and Lee tried their very best to comfort you, offering to get back at Cormac for you. Their ideas of how to prank him made you laugh, slightly alleviating your sadness.

“Well, I don’t know what you expected,” Fred said, interrupting his friends. You turned to him, frowning.

“Please stop Fred,” you said, “I’m not in the mood today.”

“Well, I mean why would he want to go out with you?” he continued anyway. Your mouth dropped open in shock.

“Fred quit it,” George whispered to his twin. Fred just waved him off.

“I mean come on, McLaggen goes out with loads of girl but even he isn’t that desperate,” he said, gesturing towards you. You felt your cheeks grow warmer with rage.

“Shut up,” you said quietly, but he pushed on.

“I’m happy for him,” Fred said with a smile. Angelina squeezed your shoulder.

“Fred stop it,” she said defensively.

“He dodged a bullet,” Fred said, leaning back with a smirk. You stood up suddenly, rage flowing through your veins.

“Fred Weasley what is wrong with you,” you shouted. Fred froze. You had never fought back before.

“Do you really hate me so much?” you questioned, “so much that you feel the need to spend every minute of your existence trying to make me feel miserable?” Your hot tears were flowing freely at this point. Fred just gaped at you, his mouth opening and closing as if attempting to force out a response.

“Because if that was your goal? Congratulations Weasley, you’ve accomplished it,” you said, glaring at him. You turned to storm up to the dormitory. He stood up now too, seemingly regaining her senses.

“(Y/n) wait!” he shouted after you. You turned around and looked at him.

“I wish I never met you,” you yelled back at him. And with that, you turned and ran from him, leaving your shocked friends behind you.

~~~~~

“I hate him,” you said, laying on your back and staring up at the canopy above your bed. You felt the bed dip as Angelina sat down beside you.

“Me too,” she said, giving you a look that let you know that she didn’t believe you. You groaned and hit her with your pillow. Katie flopped down on your other side.

“I don’t know Angie, I don’t care how long she’s fancied him. I’d hate him too after what he just said,” Katie added, agreeing with you. Angelina shook her head.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it,” she said. You flipped over so you were now on your stomach and stared at her.

“Angelina you say that every time he says things like this. I don’t think I believe you anymore,” you said. Angelina just shook her head.

“I swear! Fred isn’t mean. He wouldn’t purposely hurt you,” she explained.

“Yeah, he’s not mean to you,” you huffed. Angelina just shrugged.

“Maybe he’ll apologize this time,” Katie speculated. As usual, she was looking on the bright side.

“I doubt it,” you scoffed, “Fred never apologizes.”

“He actually seemed pretty upset after you left,” Katie explained. Angelina nodded.

“Yeah he kept pacing and looking towards the stairs like he was waiting for you to come back down,” she added.

“I don’t care what he did after I left. Do you think an apology could fix this?” you questioned. Your friends looked down at your quilt, knowing that you were right. Even after years of hurtful teasing, Fred had never said anything quite like this before. You were finally fed up with his insults and digs at you. Even if your heart still slightly ached for him, you couldn’t allow yourself to keep hurting. You sat up suddenly and surely and held your head high.

“I am done with him. From this moment on I am getting over Fred Weasley.”

~~~~~

For weeks you avoided him. You left the Great Hall when he would arrive. You’d sit as far from him as possible in lessons, and if he was with your friends, you’d leave or pretend that he wasn’t there. You weren’t quite sure if it even mattered though. He hadn’t attempted to make another dig at you since that day in the common room. Angelina and Katie were impressed with you. They had not expected you to stay away from him for so long. In the past, if he had made fun of you you’d usually brushed it off and continue to grin and bear it. But it was your last year and you were determined to enjoy your remaining time at school. And that meant staying away from Fred.

Though this didn’t stop you from missing him occasionally. Sometimes as you fell asleep you envisioned his fiery red locks and his distinctive smokey scent. The scent that you had smelled in your amortentia in fifth year. You envisioned him apologizing to you and trying to right his wrongs. But it was just a fantasy.

~~~~~

You were sitting in the library, your defense against the dark arts assignment in front of you. You were focused, your eyes scanning your textbook when someone sat across from you. You looked up and met eyes with none other than Cormac McLaggen. You narrowed your eyes. He hadn’t spoken to you since the day he stood you up.

“Hey (Y/n),” he said with a smirk.

“What do you want McLaggen?” you asked.

“Ouch. I thought we were on a first-name basis,” he said with mock offense. You rolled your eyes.

“No. You lost that privilege when you left me waiting for you in the common room instead of taking me out on our date,” you responded. McLaggen just laughed.

“Didn’t I apologize for that? I’m pretty sure I did,” he said. You scoffed.

“You didn’t. And even if you did apologize I wouldn’t be interested,” you answered. He just pouted at you in response.

“Come on, why don’t we give it another go? You and me at the black lake after dinner,” he said. You groaned.

“No. Now please leave me alone,” you answered. He furrowed his brows.

“Oh don’t be so whiny. Just meet me there after dinner,” he said, appearing frustrated. You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by another voice.

“She said no mate.” You turned around to see none other than Fred Weasley. McLaggen scowled at him.

“This isn’t any of your business Weasley,” he said. Fred sat down in the chair next to you.

“She’s my friend so I reckon that it is my business,” he answered defensively. McLaggen stiffened.

“You heard him,” you piped up, “leave me alone.” And with that, McLaggen stood up and walked away.

“You’re not getting another chance,” he said over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes.

“Good,” you retorted. After he had left you turned to Fred.

“Thank you,” you said curtly. He just nodded but made no move to leave the table. After a moment of silence, you began to hurriedly pack your things, determined to continue avoiding him.

“(Y/n), please,” he said, reaching for your arm. You scoffed and pulled it away.

“What do you want Weasley?” you asked. Fred flinched at your use of his last name.

“I just want to talk,” he answered. You continued to shove your things in your bag.

“I’m not interested in talking to you,” you responded. He let out a frustrated huff.

“I can tell. All you’ve done is avoid me,” he said. You paused and looked at him.

“Do you really think I’d be interested in seeing you after what you said to me? After all you’ve said to me?” you huffed. Fred looked down and gulped ashamedly.

“No,” was his response. You just shook your head and stalked out of the library.

~~~~~

After the library incident, Fred seemed to be on a mission. What his plan was, you weren’t sure, but you were on your guard. He timed his mornings so he could force himself beside you at the breakfast table. He would pour you your orange juice himself. During free time, he’d sit near you in the common room and attempt to make you laugh, telling over the top jokes. And the insults had stopped, the factor that had surprised you the most. Suddenly there was a new version of Fred in your life. Or rather, an old version that you hadn’t seen since third year. It confused you and you weren’t sure what his end game was.

One night you were sitting alone in the common room. Angelina and Katie had gone upstairs already but you continued to work on your potions essay beside the fire. You heard the portrait hole open and you turned to see the twins stumble through. It was well past curfew and you were certain the Filch was hot on their tail. George spotted you and waved before heading towards the boy’s dorms. Fred shot you a small smile but lingered in the center of the room. You sent him a curious gaze before returning to your assignment. After a moment you felt the sofa dip and saw that Fred had sat down beside you.

“Can we talk?” he asked. It was the same question that he had asked you weeks before in the library. You sighed.

“Fred I told you that I wasn’t interested in talking to you,” you replied, rubbing your temples.

“Please (Y/n),” he said, his eyes pleading with you.

“Fine,” you responded, “what do you have to say.” Fred looked down at his lap.

“I am so so sorry (Y/n). For what I said that day and for everything I said before,” he said. You scoffed.

“Do you really expect sorry to be enough?” you asked. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I never meant to hurt you,” was all he said. You felt yourself become angry again.

“Never meant to hurt me? What a load of rubbish! How did you think I would feel every time you insulted me?” you asked with a huff. Fred grabbed your hands.

“You seemed like you had a thick skin and I was stupid-” his voice was thick with emotion as you pulled your hands away and cut him off.

“None of that is a good enough excuse,” you said.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured once again. You gathered your things and made a move to get up. Fred made no attempt to stop you. You turned to head towards your room but hesitated.

“Fred I just need to ask you one thing,” you said as you slowly turned to face him. He looked at you with wide and hopeful eyes.

“Ask me anything. Anything at all,” he answered.

“Why. Why did you spend years being so terrible to me,” you asked, hoping for an answer to the questioned you had tortured yourself with for years.

“Because I’m in love with you,” he answered without a beat. Your mouth dropped open.

“What?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I was in love with you and I knew you would never feel the same. It felt better to distance myself than to pine,” he continued. You felt as if your heart had dropped into your stomach. The words that you had wanted to hear for years had finally been spoken but all they did was cause you pain.

“I never thought about how it would affect you,” he said honestly, “I was selfish.” You just gaped at him, unsure of what to say. You almost didn’t trust yourself to say anything. You were afraid that if you spoke you would just drop into his arms and let your resolve crumble, allowing yourself to say the same words back. But you knew that you couldn’t do that. Not when the pain of his words still stung like a fresh wound.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you said after what felt like hours of silence.

“Well I had hoped that you felt the same,” he said, “but I expected you to slap me and storm off.” You almost smiled at his weak attempt at a joke.

“Fred I-” you started.

“It’s okay you don’t need to say anything,” he said, cutting you off. He stood up and made his way towards the stairs.

“I really am sorry,” he said once more before he began to ascend. You watched him leave.

“Fred wait!” you called after him. He turned to look at you. “I admit that I feel something for you,” you said. Fred began to smile.

“(Y/n) that’s-” you held your hand up to cut him off.

“But I can’t just allow myself to be with you. To just pretend that you never hurt me,” you said, “I’m worth more than that.” Fred nodded.

“You are. But I swear, I will spend every minute trying to prove to you that I love you. And I hope that someday you’ll give me a chance,” he said earnestly. You gave him a small smile.

“Good luck then,” you said, before turning around and scurrying up the stairs.

~~~~~

Fred kept true to his word and tried his best to win you over. He followed you around like a lost puppy, giving you small gifts and compliments. You always thanked him but never let your guard down as he doted on you. You were always afraid that things would go back to how they used to. But they never did. You began to look forward to classes when he would pass you short notes with jokes on them or when he would try to make you laugh from the other side of the room. You began to enjoy it when he would come to bother you in the library when you tried to study. He would try to distract you by playing with our hair or dramatically laying across the table. You started to look forward to his interruptions. Slowly your guard began to fall, but you were still careful with yourself and with your heart. But it seemed that Fred was as well.

~~~~~

The seasons began to change and so did your feelings for Fred. You found yourself daydreaming about him more often than before. And somewhere deep in the back of your mind, you allowed yourself to play with the idea of being with him. He was slowly repairing the heart that he had broken. After the Easter holidays, you found yourself alone with him by the black lake. You leaned under a tree with a book in your hand and he laid beside you.

“(Y/n),” he whined, “I’m bored.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“You could go find George or Lee and do something. No one’s forcing you to be out here,” you said with a smile. He sat up and smiled at you.

“But you’re out here. Where else would I want to be,” he said. You felt your face heat up as you shoved his shoulder.

“Oi! What was that for woman!” He yelled, playing throwing a handful of grass at you.

“Freddie!” you squealed, not realizing that you’d let his nickname slip past your lips. He froze.

“You haven’t called me that since third year,” he said quietly. You smiled.

“Well you haven’t been this nice to me since third year,” you answered teasingly. Fred ducked his head. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments. You allowed yourself to stare at him unashamedly. His cheeks were flushed from the warm spring weather as he played with the grass on his robes. His hair was tousled and unkempt and you felt yourself reach out to fix it. He looked up at you with his jaw slacked as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“There,” you said, “all better.” He grinned at you, making you flush. You moved your hand from his hair and moved it to rest on his cheek. Fred placed his hand over yours as he leaned into your touch.

“I love you,” he murmured softly, too enamored with you to even realize that he said it. Your smile only widened.

“I love you too,” you responded softly. Fred’s eyes widened as he realized what you had said. His smile stretched impossibly wide.

“Did I hear that right? Did you just say that you loved me?” he asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Yes. I love you, idiot,” you replied. He immediately tackled you with a hug, causing you to squeal with laughter. He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. It was a clunky first kiss. A first kiss interrupted by lovesick smiles and laughter.

“You love me!” he exclaimed loudly causing you to giggle. You just leaned up and gave him a quick peck.

“Congratulations Weasley,” you said, “You’ve accomplished your goal.”

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Can I please request a Steve Harrington imagine where you talk about baby names for your soon do be born baby? If that's too specific just anything about baby and pregnancy with Steve, I’m a sucker for that shit. :)

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៚  a/n ⋰ i’m so sorry this took a little while! i’ve been a little preoccupied with work and such but i’m doing my best to keep writing when i have the energy :)

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You sighed as you finally got comfortable in your bed, despite the kicking against your stomach.

You were now seven months pregnant and it was the hottest day of the year, meaning Steve insisted on keeping you inside and out of the heat. You found out a couple of months prior that you were having a girl, so he’d always say “my girls” when referring to you and the baby.

You had been together for about three years before you got pregnant, and marriage hadn’t seriously crossed either of your minds the entire time. You were both okay with not being married when having children, just happy you made it a few years past high school before it happened.

But just because you were okay with not being married, didn’t mean your parents were. Both of your moms had been trying to convince you guys to tie the knot before you became visibly pregnant, but you kept turning down the idea.

You were sharing a two-bedroom apartment, which you moved into together about three months before getting pregnant. Steve insisted on getting two bedrooms so his friends could stay over, and you agreed. You both had full-time jobs, and yours started giving paid maternity leave right before you found out.

Steve walked into your room right as you got comfortable, his hair wet from his shower. He placed his hands on his hips, and you raised your eyebrows.

“What?” you asked.

“How the hell do you look so hot at seven months pregnant?”

One thing that made Steve stand out from other guys was his affection and love for you. You’d been in three relationships before him, and none of them compared when it came to compliments. He’d always been the sweetest guy you’d ever met, even before you got together.

You laughed at his question.

He crawled into bed with his face by your stomach, pushing your shirt up and kissing your skin.

“You’re making me insecure about my stretch marks.”

In response to your comment, he kissed the dark lines covering your lower belly.

“I can’t believe your mom is talking shit about herself,” he whispered to his daughter.

“Steve! Language!”

“It’s not like she can hear me.”

“We don’t know that.”

“She can’t hear, babe. I promise.”

Just then, a tiny handprint pressed out of your stomach, which Steve poked. “I told you,” you taunted. “She can hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Y’know, since she’ll be here in two months, maybe we should finally talk about names.”

You’d both put off discussing names because your mom had experienced a couple of miscarriages before having you, and you didn’t want to jinx yourself.

His face almost lit up as names flashed through his mind.

“You sure?”

You nodded. “I've been thinking about names recently, and I think I want to name her after my grandma.”

“Which one?”

“My dad’s mom. Joanne.”

He thought about it for a second. “Joanne. I love it.”

“You don’t have to say you love it just because I suggested it.”

“I’m not! I actually do love it. It’s cute.”

You smiled and ran your hand through his hair. “What about a middle name?”

“Robin,” he said immediately.

“You didn’t even have to think about that one.”

He shrugged. “I doubt Dustin would make a good girl’s middle name.”

You smiled. You thought it was cute how much he loved his friends, enough to name his child after one of them.

“Okay. Joanne Robin Harrington.”

He got to his knees and crawled up the bed so he could give you a kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“She’ll be here soon,” he said with a giddy smile.

“Two months.”

—

Holding your daughter in your arms, you gently handed her over to Robin. She normally didn’t like babies, but she got ecstatic when you asked her if she wanted to hold her.

Joanne was a week old now. She weighed eight pounds and was born at three-forty-three in the morning. It was a relatively smooth birth, other than you being in labor for about two days.

Your water broke as you were getting ready for work, and she popped out two entire days later. It was the worst pain you’d ever been in, but it was worth it.

The first time you held her after you got home, Steve called you both “My girls,” which made you smile uncontrollably.

Robin’s face was that of absolute adoration when she looked down at her. It was silent for a few seconds and Joanne just stared up at her, a smile spreading across her face.

“We named her after you,” Steve said receiving a look of confusion. “Well, her middle name.”

“Her middle name is Robin?” You both nodded. “I hope she’s just as cool,” she joked, all of you chuckling.

The first time Dustin held her, you swore he almost cried. She latched onto his pointer finger with one hand and fell asleep, leaving him stuck in a recliner for about an hour, refusing to move and shushing everyone when you got loud.

Staring down at her sleeping in her crib once everyone left, Steve wrapped his arms around you from behind, his cheek against the side of your head.

“She’s so beautiful,” he whispered.

“She looks like you when you were a baby.”

“Don’t all babies look alike, though?”

“Ours is way cuter than the other ones.”

He nodded. “That I agree with.” He kissed your temple. “You’re gonna be such a good mom.”

“You’re gonna be a good dad, too.”

“As long as I’m better than my dad.”

You turned around and placed your hands on his shoulders. “You’ll be a million times better than your dad.” You pulled him down for a kiss, and his hands trailed down to your butt.

“Ah ah ah,” you said, pulling away. “We have at least five more weeks before we can do that.” You looked down at Joanne. “I’m tired anyway. Let’s just go to bed.”

He nodded, kissing you once more. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Another kiss before he took your hand, holding it all the way to your bedroom.