#charlie st. cloud x reader

[deadghosy]

THANKS TO @lazyemmy FOR THIS LOVELY IDEA OF THE PENGUIN! READER💗🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X PENGUIN! READER

prompt: during one extermination an angel had kidnapped you and took you to heaven based off a common mistake

“Quack?” You were literally trying to water the hotel’s flowers when you forgot about extermination….the leader of the exterminators had grabbed you by your sailor outfit Velvette made you.

“Shut your mouth short stuff.” You heard a man’s voice to see a person wearing a horned mask and a golden robe. You panicked as Charlie had told you about a man like this as Adam scoffs seeing your panicked state.

“JEEZ CHILL OUT YOU FUCKIN' BIRD BRAIN!” Adam yells as he enters in the portal of heaven with the exterminators behind him. He plops you down on the clouded floors to see the heavenly gates Charlie tells you in stories

As you waddled you seen a male who seemed to be waiting for you. “Ah! Reader..so glad to have you. It seems as if heaven had made a mistake and sent you to hell.” St. Peter said as he picks you up having the gates open. Your eyes widen at the bright light of heaven as angels walk and smile. “Welcome to your true home [reader]”

The air smelt so clean and not bloody as it seemed so peaceful and holy. After St. Peter getting your room and home ready to stay in heaven. You start to feel a little “home” sick as you hope the hotel crew was doing well and aren’t going crazy.

Which they totally are as Charlie is panicking calling her father.

After a few days , Adam will visit you a lot saying how he got forced to look after you…(he wasn’t forced he just liked how cute and pure you are but he’ll never admit it) Adam makes dumb ass jokes about how all those sinners down there should die and perish as he pats you on your little head. You quacked trying to show some worry for your friends down there.

“Oh them? Hah! They’re probably running like headless chickens looking for your ass.” Adam says with his usual grin as he pops some popcorn in his mouth. “Want some?” He says as he waves a piece of popcorn in your face. you sniffed it and ate it from his hand as adam's eyes widen at your cuteness…

you're like a little baby..💗😭😭😭

Adam grabs your chubby cold cheeks as he faces you towards him. “Never leave here. Okay?” He says seriously low with a protective tone as you quack nodding nervously at how quick this dude got attached to you.

Adam pushes your face away from him smirking. “Good now let’s watch this video I saw off of this human app called ‘TikTok’”

Lute didn’t know how to approach you, but she sends you small gifts that reminds her of you as you just open them like “quack?” And a head tilt confused but take it in anyways.

I imagine lute literally being your bodyguard when you don’t have any work to do as she just pushes anyone who gets to close to you away. LIKE IT COULD BE AN OLD LADY AND SHE WOULD BE LIKE “BITCH MOVE!”😭

After the 3rd day of the 1 week of being in heaven, lute definitely got overprotective of you. Always keeping tabs on where you go and which house you deliver mail to. I mean who knows what would happen to a cute soul like you? (A/n: Omg this sounds like a yandere…)

The angels love how adorable you are as they pet you. Immediately you are popular just like how you are popular in hell. Sera has given you a job as a mail boy again as you smile.

I can see St.Peter visit you when he isn’t on duty or just when someone takes his spot so he can say hi and hang out with you.

You wear a cute little yellow and white mail delivery fit thanks to sera who got a designer to get you to fit it perfectly.

You love how you still got your delivery job as you leave a cookie on the front porches of the angels. It’s like your significant signature to others to have a good day.

Adam and lute were arguing one time in front of you and you sniffled not liking the loud noises and immediately, and surprisingly. Adam and Lute pretended everything was okay to make you happy as Adam picked you up and took you away to get your favorite snack for you.

Sera checks on you as well with Emily by her side as Emily just finds you so cute and is excited to get to hang out with you more.

Emily immediately hugs and kisses your head amused by your small and kind soul she sees in you.

Sera would like to take you on stroll on week 2. She’d like to show you around heaven with Emily as she hold you in her arms gushing chow cute you are.

NOW I CAN IMAGINE YOU AND EMILY GOING ON A SHOPPING SPREE TO EXPLORE NEW CLOTHING AESTHETIC ✨💗

You showed yourself to be an angel by spirit as you helped a kid get a new lollipop, which makes sera smile at you being helpful as he is glad to hav with here in heaven and not they “ratchet” place.

You do miss hell as it had your friends who you got use to….you hoped they were still doing okay down there.

MEANWHILE IN HELL: “OMG OMG I CANT BELIEVE THEY GOT KIDNAPPED…IM A BAD FRIENDDD” “HON DONT WORRY, YOUR DAD CAN FIND A WAY TO GET THEM..” “it’s okay fat nuggets, they’ll come back…” *sad oink* and everyone else is having their own panic moment in their own way.

MEANWHILE BACK IN HEAVEN: “quack.” You said looking up at adam who holds your hand. “Huh? Jeeezzz bird brain..stop worrying about those loser down there…they’re fine without you.” Adam says smirking knowing damn well they aren’t .

Emily holds your hand as you waddle quacking at the ice creams around here. They taste so much better as your eyes sparkle at this sweet flavored treat. Emily squeals as her eyes got big and took a pic of your happy face. Sera most definitely got the picture on her heaven phone as her face soften seeing the new angel in heaven enjoying their self.

I imagine Adam is the one to be the one who claims to be the closest to you. But really he just brags about himself to you about how much sinners he kills.

I headcannon for your wings to be little cute fairy looking wings or pure white ones as you just fly.

You definitely have cherubim in heaven which makes the angels find you more adorable as the delivery boy.

You had made an account literally one day, and instantly you got 2 million followers which made you shock as Adam just munches on snacks while you quack panicked at how quick you became famous here.

I headcannon St. Peter to send you cookies with those cute little penguin designs on it. It looks like Christmas cookies but they are so cute and tasty

Say for example you fell and you couldn’t get up as you’re so rounded 😭 LITERALLY ALL YOU CAN DO IS ROLL AND SQEUAK AND QUACK💗 Adam is laughing as he takes a picture and video for himself before helping you up.

I can imagine Adam and Sera having a schedule out to plan who gets it hang out with you on weeks and days 😭

You liked the herbal tea they had as you waddle around with Adam having a kid leash on you as he just looked bored.

At the end of the week, you were sleeping wearing a whole ass cute gown Adam bought you as he literally dropped it on you with a flustered face seeing your cute smile.

As you slept…Lucifer snuck into heaven and snatched you up leaving a “fuck you” letter to Adam. Don’t even question how he got into heaven. Just be glad he took you.

[hivemuthur]

Bestie. I know your requests are closed but I’m champagne drunk rn and I had to get this to you before the thought slips through the little wrinkles in my brain. So don’t answer until you want to answer.

party4u by charli xcx. Idk I’m always blasting charli but today something about this song just struck me. I feel like it could be either Viktor or the MC from Nothings New. Throwing a party for something seemingly random just in the hopes that the other would show up. The pining, the trying-hard-but-trying-not-to-be-noticeable-about-it. (Hope you walk into the party, cause I threw the party just for you)(called your digits but the phone kept ringin/wish I knew what you were thinking)

And then the blatant laying-bare-of-the-feelings ughhhhhhhh (if you saw my tears would you touch me? / kiss me on the mouth, say you love me?)(why you treating me like someone you never loved?)(all I’m thinking all I know is / that I hope you knock on my door)

Idk I just can’t stop thinking about it and I feel like only you could do something Viktor-related but also based on this song justice. You have this way of writing angst and feelings that I normally am afraid to explore (dread, anxiety, jealousy, anger, acknowledging the ugly parts of ourselves (like with The Ugly Thing)) in a way that is so delicious and makes me WANT to explore them.

Bestie, how do do you KNOW ME so well . Thank you for making a playground for me, seriously. I hope you can tell I loved this.

Come So Close That I Might See

viktorxfemale!reader explicit! a freeform of what was requested. Implied, but not included in the plot: Jayce and Viktor score a grant for their further science developments, silly Viktor offers to throw a party instead of just grabbing beers. AU Modern Era if you squint (like, phones are mentioned). Contains a lot of fluids :v

word count: 4K

author's note: not me incorporating sex into the request by default and then checking with the requestee only when I got to the condom part :v I also spent a lot of time on forums to get the Czech phrases accurately and it made me giggle how many Czech people went to forewarn the person asking that love confessions in Czech are dead serious and if they have a Czech girlfriend they want to say it to they have to MEAN IT (as a cynical, brooding, judgmental Slavic cunt I wholeheartedly agree). Translations at the bottom and title is from Mazzy Star.

This gets pretty gross, both in terms of sentimentality and bodily fluids, you have been warned!

artist on X (I'm addicted)

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Never before had he so much as brought his teeth close to his fingers—unless it was to take a bite of something meant precisely for eating—yet now he finds himself absentmindedly gnawing at a particularly stubborn cuticle while staring at the tiny grey tick next to his message, waiting for it to turn green, waiting for it to become three jumping dots. Radiating unease, Viktor sighs out a rattled breath and props his chin on the heel of his palm.

Jayce huffs in the background, stacking the freezer with water poured into plastic containers, hoping it will turn to ice before the first person complains about the heat. It’s one of those unbearably sticky days with no sun, the clouds trapping the air, refusing to let it move, offering no reprieve to the sweaty—until, inevitably, it all gives way to a raging storm by nightfall. Curtains billowing and thunder roaring, hurried window-shutting and water pouring in through the cracks—tonight’s entertainment is already set.

Viktor does little to help, and Jayce doesn’t mind. After all, Viktor’s offer had been a timid one, seeming to stumble out of his lips before his brain could fully calculate the potential disaster of inviting people over. Any excuse would have sufficed, yet scoring a grant was big enough occasion to keep Viktor from backing out.

So he sits with a book, his phone resting in the book’s mouth, dimming every three minutes before he taps the screen again, worried he might miss your reply. He still doesn’t know if this reckless idea will come back to bite him on the ass—if you don’t show up he will have to spend the evening smiling at strangers, pretending to be overjoyed about this opportunity while, in reality, his soul withers away.

“I’m sure she’ll come,” Jayce says finally, three bottles of rum balanced in one hand, his right arm wrapped around a bucket of melting ice that stains his dark blue T-shirt. “Mel will be here—she’ll drag her in.”

“That’s a joyous picture to anticipate, isn’t it?” Viktor hums as calmly as he can, yet his finger is gnawed raw, an ugly shade of red. He scrunches his eyebrows at it, deciding it’s about time to leave it alone. “My friend dragged in to see me by force?”

“Figuratively. I don’t think Mel is that strong,” Jayce teases, setting the dripping bucket on the table, bottles clinking inside. He crouches close to Viktor’s legs. “If not, we’ll try to have a good time anyway. We deserve it.”

Jayce pats his knee, and Viktor fixes his eyes on something in front of him that isn’t Jayce, saving himself from the feeling of being picked apart piece by piece, examined from the inside out. A dreadful sensation, if anyone were to ask him. Everyone around him, save for you, thinks they’ve mastered the skill.

“No promises,” he says, sucking in some of the stale air and setting the book aside, though the phone remains in his hand. He should shower really, wear something that makes him look effortlessly put together—something that invites touch and makes him hug-worthy. But the idea of meeting his reflection sits in his stomach like lead. Whatever all those people, with their prying eyes, fail to notice, he will see in the mirror. And worse—you will see it, too.

It’s so unbearably hot that he takes the coldest shower he can without wrenching the air from his lungs. Cold enough that stepping out into the bathroom’s warm embrace is almost a relief. A quick shave, hair left wet to milk out as much of this fresh feeling as possible, knowing grime will coat him head to toe as soon as the apartment fills with faces attached to sweaty bodies.

Each buzz of the door has his heart flipping in his chest, and he scowls every time the person Jayce greets with a sticky hug is not you. He tries not to look disappointed when guests pat his shoulder and offer their congratulations, tries very hard to be grateful for having friends in the first place—but part of him deeply regrets that his brain didn’t catch the reckless blurt of “Or let’s have a party?” in time.

He’s on his third rum and coke, and maybe that’s why his defences are lower when he goes to answer the door this time, Jayce busy in the kitchen. The door swings open, and he’s greeted by Mel’s perfect face—utterly unbothered by the heat, only her forehead covered in a satin-like sheen, as if designed to enhance her beauty rather than ruin it.

And behind Mel is you, far less heat-resistant, yet for Viktor, far more beautiful. Cheeks flushed a healthy red, shoulders sun-kissed, draped in barely-there straps of a barely-there blouse, and his heart drops all the way down to where his second heart is, beating for you and you alone.

Mel, dignified as always, only ghosts a kiss near his cheek and hands him a bottle of wine before stepping inside, ready to kiss Jayce properly. You linger awkwardly in the hallway, kicking off your shoes before Viktor can tell you not to.

“Hi,” you say stupidly, waving at him.

He waves back, puts his cane on the coat rag, arms spreading just enough—not quite an invitation, not quite begging, but close.

“Are you sure? I’m very gross.” You glance warily at his crisp white shirt, wondering how he’s managed to look so sharp while everyone else sports the look of a wet rag. Sleeves rolled up neatly, showing off the freckles on his taunt skin, veins poking out, swollen with the impossible temperature.

“I don’t mind,” he mutters, already pulling you in. He feels the opposite of minding.

You smell of fresh perfume mixed with sweat, and when his hand comes to rest between your shoulder blades, his lips barely brush against your skin, the wine bottle presses against the small of your back. Viktor hopes some of your sweat will sink into his shirt, making you stay with him a little while longer after you leave.

How many times you've been at it, you don't know. It's always on the verge of something serious—yet the closer it gets, the faster Viktor pulls away. The tension between you has lingered since the moment you met, but you have no idea when it settled into this uncomfortable friendship. So distancing yourself, for a while, seemed reasonable. Now, with him wrapped around you, you don't know if you'll find the strength to leave.

You breathe him in, and the uneasiness seeps out of you in an instant. You’re not even that hot anymore. Goosebumps rise on your skin where he touched, and you can feel his lips curl into a smile.

“Congratulations,” you mumble into his chest, and he only hugs you tighter.

He plucks his cane from the empty coat hanger, hands you the bottle and leads you to the kitchen. Jayce pours you a drink, and the four of you sink into a conversation bordering on comfortable. How many times Jayce has to bite his tongue to keep from blurting out that the party was Viktor’s idea, only he knows.

The chatter eases into jokes and laughter at some point, and you can feel the alcohol warming your insides to match the heat outside. Air begins to stir as the predicted storm gathers, the kitchen growing more and more cramped. When a thunderclap cracks through the air, startling someone next to Mel, the contents of her glass spill onto your chest.

“Mel, do you have to? Always? When I’m wearing white?” You jump back instinctively, and Viktor’s fingers wrap around your elbow.

“Oh, darling,” she laughs, scrunching her brows in apology. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” And indeed, it’s a curse—you should never wear white around her.

“I’ll give you something,” Viktor says quickly, already on a mission.

“I can get it, you don’t have to come upstairs,” you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and a smile. “If that’s okay,” you add, asking for permission to rummage through his closet alone.

He swallows and nods, searching for any good excuse to follow you—but at the moment, even his big brain can’t conjure one.

You drag yourself up the stairs, and the further you get from the noise, the more you realise how loud it was in the kitchen. It feels briefly odd, stepping into Viktor’s bedroom—you haven’t been here in such a long time. But as you cross the threshold, everything looks just as you remember. Maybe a few more notes scattered here and there.

You close the rattling window by his desk before the rain can soak into the papers, then move to his walk-in closet. As soon as you step inside, the scent of Viktor floods your senses, and despite yourself, you breathe in deeply.

Somehow, this feels safe. You run your fingers along his clothes, searching for your favourite T-shirt of his. But you linger unnecessarily long on his jumpers, bringing them close to your cheek and inhaling the scent of his washing powder. You’ve smelled this so many times, and it’s never enough, really.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you left the kitchen, but a voice knocks you out of your daydreaming.

“You alright?”

“Viktor.” You jump away, snagging a T-shirt in the process to make it look like that’s all you’ve been doing. “Shit, you scared me. Yes, I just—” you gesture to your chest, where a red stain from Mel’s wine blooms, “should probably clean off first.”

He nods, still lingering in the doorway, and you just stare at each other. Finally, Viktor speaks your name softly and props his cane by the wall. He means to say so much more than that, but he hopes you will see what he saw in the reflection today—and that you will understand.

And because you do, you reply with a warning.

“Viktor, no.” You shake your head and clutch his T-shirt by the collar in your fist. “How many times have we been at this?”

“Too many,” he breathes, closing the little distance between you in a heartbeat. His hands clasp around your hips, and Viktor rests his forehead against yours, whispering, “Too many. Make this the last one.”

“I’m—” you mutter, placing your palms on top of his. Scared is what you should say. Unsure would also fit. “Sticky,” you say instead.

He takes it as an invitation. In no time, your shirt is rolled up to your armpits, and even if you folded yourself in half and squeezed into his shelves, there would be no avoiding it. Viktor leans in and kisses your navel.

“I don’t mind,” he says, his hot breath mingling with your skin.

His tongue meets your stomach, and your spine stretches as you suck your belly in, only making the route for him longer. Timid at first, something inside him snaps when you moan and wrap your fingers into his hair. He presses his face into your belly, inhales deeply, and kisses with his mouth open until the sticky of Mel’s wine is exchanged for the sticky of his drool.

You tug him up by the hair, and he’s up immediately, pushing you further against the shelves, his torso flush against yours. Your stained shirt smears against his crisp white one.

“Viktor,” you mutter, stopping him from kissing you with a firm grip on his cheeks.

“What?” he asks, surprised. “Do you want me to stop?”

You take a shaky breath and burn your eyes into his, trying to dig out whatever courage you need to settle the needy thing thundering in your chest.

“Viktor,” you say again, buying yourself time. “If you’re messing with me again, I swear to God, I will eat your heart.”

“I’m not,” he says solemnly, a smile playing on his lips—possibly at the dramatics. But if he were being honest, he’d throw it away himself, the heart. It only causes trouble.

An ardent look lingers in his eye when he finally adds, “You can eat it anyway.”

You groan and wrench yourself away from him, suddenly feeling the suffocating heat striking back at you. He follows, leaning against the doorframe and watching as you pace up and down the room.

“What are you thinking?” he asks when you stop and sit on his bed.

“I don’t know. What are you thinking?”

“I—” he hesitates. Takes a few wobbly steps toward you, and when the mattress dips beside you, your legs touch. His hand skims along your inner thigh, and he leans in to kiss your neck. At least he doesn’t look so well put together anymore—his hair is mussed, his cheeks flushed pink, his shirt stained and rumpled where it’s come untucked.

“I want to lick your stomach some more,” he murmurs. “And then kiss you properly. And then—” His lips reach your ear, whispering filth that has your toes curling.

Somewhere in the apartment, the wind forces a window open, knocking something over—possibly a plant pot—causing a startled yelp from at least three voices below. The sound carries up to the bedroom.

You snap your head toward the door. It’s still ajar.

Viktor’s hand slips from your thigh as you get up, and he almost whines, reaching out to stop you—until he sees you’re turning the lock. Then you face him, all serious and reverent.

“I meant what I said,” you tell him, your voice weak.

“I am aware.” He nods, extending his arms toward you.

You come to straddle his lap, and he wraps himself around you. Your fingers pull his hair back from his forehead, and the way he looks at you is just unbearable. He rocks you back and forth to the rhythm of the song playing downstairs.

“I ruined your shirt,” you hum, pressing your thumbs to his temples.

He closes his eyes and hums back, “Good. I hate this shirt.” Wraps himself tighter around you and yanks you over, your back bouncing against the bed with a faint pop.

“Sorry,” Viktor chuckles, embarrassed, and kisses your cheek sweetly.

And he keeps his promise. Rolling your shirt back up, he glides his lips down your chest, along your sternum, until he reaches your solar plexus. He sucks your skin between his lips, breathing in the scent of his own dried spit mixed with wine.

You squeal at the sensation, hooking your foot around his hip. He yanks it away, tossing it aside, his hands clasping around your ribs as he plants hickeys onto your belly. There are so many things Viktor wants to say, but his tongue is too busy.

He wants to thank whatever force shaped your stomach so that his nose can fit there entirely, breathing in whatever happens beneath your skin. He could also thank whoever nudged Mel’s hand into spilling wine over you. And he could thank you for all those mornings when he wakes up drenched in thoughts of you, staring at the ceiling, the vignette of your kind hands is the only thing that stops his shoulders from hulking sullen.

He runs his fingers over the grooves where your ribs erode into hollows, licking there as well. And he wants to lick lower, where your skin disappears under the waistband of your shorts, into the subterranean darkness between your thighs. He wants to feel the pulse of your second heart on his tongue, to see if it beats for him as strongly as his beats for you.

As soon as his lips unglue from your skin, fingers hooking into the material to slide your shorts down, you tug at his hair again—reminding him of your lips. And that’s fine, because all he wants is to kiss all of you tonight. So he obeys, raking his hands up your sides before cupping your face, finally sinking his tired tongue into your mouth.

And oh, he still tastes of rum when you suck yourself off him, wrapping your legs tightly around his hips. His lips are love-bitten and swollen, and yours are just hungry for his. Suddenly, you hate his fucking shirt too. You pull at his buttons, and he chuckles, undoing them so deftly with one hand that it leaves you embarrassed.

You prompt him further—tugging at fabric, pulling impatiently, whining whenever the material refuses to simply give in and vanish. Clothes are discarded onto the floor in a flurry of awkward shimmying and frantic kicks, until he hisses at the faint pain the hurried movement has caused him. There is a bit more grace in you when you pull your top over your head and get rid of your shorts.

Soon, his body full of tumbled bones is naked against yours, pliant and warm. And you wonder how, even in this unbearable heat, Viktor’s flesh never goes soft. It’s always tense, always sharp angles, even as he wraps himself around you in a brief reprieve of a hug. He breathes you in deeply, gulping down whatever scent he’s left on you, his cock pressing heavily against your core.

And he doesn’t even know anymore if he wants to fuck you stupid or just hold you until the sun bleeds red through his blinds.

And the worst part of this dilemma is that he has to momentarily part from you to reach for a condom on the nightstand—and even if it will take mere seconds, he cannot stand it.

He feels so scrutinised under your gaze when you watch his trembling hands. Your fingers come to pluck the little wrapped thing from him, pushing him back against the bed frame. You break the foil, holding it between your thumb and index finger, then lean in to kiss his weeping tip. His head lulls back, eyes fluttering shut as you unroll it down his length.

He already looks so fucked out that you waste no time—taking him in hand and sliding him inside with a slow, burning stretch. His palms hover over your hips, catching you, steadying you. Once he’s buried to the hilt, a certain calmness washes over him—finally, he is hugged from all sides. Your arm wrapped around his neck, your pussy wrapped around his cock, your fingers wrapped around his as you inspect the wound he inflicted on himself earlier.

“What happened here?” you ask, kissing his knuckles.

“I…” His breath hitches as you take his fingers into your mouth. “I got impatient.”

“What about?”

He gives you a pained look and buries his face in the crook of your neck, fingers toying at your lips.

“You,” he admits, stretching out your lower lip. “It feels dreadful to say, but I almost ate my hand waiting for you to reply.”

“Viktor,” you whisper, placing a hand on the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair. You clench around him, and he gasps, pushing his nose further into your shoulder.

“Don’t torment me, please,” he breathes. “I know I deserve it for all the torment I’ve caused you, but I’m not sure I can survive it.”

“I don’t intend to,” you say softly, rolling your hips against his. He groans, arms tightening around you. “I already told you what happens if you’re fucking with me.”

And then—that smirk you love so dearly. From between his lips, his tongue flicks out to stroke over your skin, traveling up your neck to your ear, where he whispers, “I trust we are differentiating between the categories of fucking.”

Your hips roll again, and his smugness unravels into a deep, sonorous moan. You take it from him greedily, sealing your lips over his. You kiss him open-mouthed, and Viktor responds with a palm crawling toward your clit, gliding over the plane of your licked-clean belly. It finds its warm home, and this time it’s your head lulling back, your mouth moaning as he plucks your hand off his shoulder, entwining your fingers together.

You grind down into him, bracing yourself on your handholding, hearts beating fast and breaths growing hoarse. His cock slides in and out of you in time with your hips and when you look at him he’s all there, present, eyes fixed on you, the focus of his hand between your legs is unwavering. Big brain pays off in times like these when the ability to multitask is worth more than any healthy muscle. And Viktor does little to no work with those, only guiding his hips upward gently each time you come down to slap your ass against his thighs.

He's either learnt it all from years of observation and the half-truths exchange between you, the almost-kiss moments, the falling-asleep-together-by-accident moments, the I’d-rather-watch-crap-with-you-than-get-laid moments, when each of you chose the insufficient each other over another one night stand, or his cock was just made for you.

And you already suspect all those moments were worth it before you are completely certain. Before he twitches inside you hitting the sensitive spot that has you gasping for air and his fingers on your clit speed up, he does another thing. He looks at you longingly and his mouth parts and it’s barely a murmur, a secret gifted to you and only you, even though everyone knows already.

“Ma lásko,” Viktor rolls off his tongue. “Miluji tě,” he whispers, kissing your knuckles. “Byl jsem hloupý,” comes next, and even though you don’t understand, somehow—you do.

“Prosím, odpusť mi. Moc tě miluji,” he murmurs, offering his heart for you to devour if you so chose—but you only tighten your grasp around his fingers and press your lips to his forehead, hoping to do his native language justice when you repeat after him, “Miluji tě.”

This almost undoes him entirely, and to ruin him further, your cunt tightens by the second as you clench around his cock, creaming all over his fingers. But Viktor keeps up, thrusting his hips upward to meet yours, drinking in the sound of his own name falling from your lips as you spasm and tremble on top of him, squeezing his hand until his knuckles turn pale. He kisses you through it, moaning into your mouth as he feels himself teetering on the edge—until a thought invades him abruptly.

He pushes you gently onto your back and crawls on top awkwardly before you can complain about the sudden feeling of emptiness. Enters you again and fucks into you a few more times before pulling back out, sliding the condom off, and stroking himself until he paints your belly in hot white. Eyes hooded, you watch his face—flushed and sweaty, mouth hanging open beautifully, brows scrunched as he pumps the last drops of cum onto your skin. Then, he collapses beside you, kisses you gratefully, and runs his hand over your stomach, smearing his seed all the way up to your breasts and neck. It then spreads across your cheek, drying out like an egg white, tightening your skin before Viktor slides his wet fingers up into your hair.

A laugh, stupid and fucked-out, escapes you as you ask, “Are you going to lick me clean now?”

But Viktor says nothing—though you know he would if you asked. Instead, he wraps an arm around you, pressing your stomachs together with a wet slap, hooks a leg over your hip, and kisses your swollen lips. “Miluji tě,” he repeats, as if saying it during sex doesn’t count.

“Miluji tě,” you whisper back, and he chuckles at how awkward yet sweet it sounds from you. “And thank you for throwing this party.”

“It was only for you,” Viktor says, deciding that honesty is worth more than saving himself from embarrassment. And thankfully, you choose not to tease him further—since, at last, his heart is laid bare before you. You’ll eat it next time all right, just not the one that keeps him figuratively alive.

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*ma lásko - my love *miluji tě - I love you *Byl jsem hloupý - I've been stupid *Prosím, odpusť mi - please, forgive me

[fandom-imagines-stories]

If I Stay

Charlie St. Cloud x Reader

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Requested by anon: I love that you’re willing to write for Charlie St. Cloud. Any chance you could do one where the reader is in a coma from some kind of accident, but she kind of wanders around like Tess did? Maybe Charlie had a huge crush on her in high school and tries everything in his power to get her t wake up when he realizes that the girl he’s been spending time with isn’t actually there but in the coma?

Notes: I actually had a similar idea for this so I’m so glad you requested it! I love Charlie St. Cloud and If I Stay, so I thought they would make an interesting combination. Let me know what you think!

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The wailing siren startled him as the white flash of the ambulance zipped by. Charlie stopped walking, watching the vehicle vanish into the distance. His memories came faster than he could stop them; the sirens getting closer and closer to the car, the crunching sound of glass, the blinding white light. He shook them out of his head. 

It had been over a year since he stopped seeing Sam. He had come to terms with it, knowing that his little brother was finally at peace in that place beyond the light. And Charlie, in turn, had found his own peace with that. 

He continued his walk. 

“H-Hello?” A quiet voice made him pause again. The voice got louder. “Somebody help me!”

Charlie searched frantically for the source until he spotted the woman stumbling towards him, limping heavily. He rushed to her aid, eyes scanning her body for other injuries. She nearly collapsed in his arms when he reached her. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re going to be okay.” He assured her. Finally getting a good look at her face, he gasped. “Y/N?” 

“C-Charlie?” You blinked rapidly, your head pounding as you tried to talk. “Charlie St. Cloud?” You clung to him, your body shaking with shock. “Oh thank god. I don’t… I don’t know what happened. Something’s wrong. I can’t find my family. We were driving just a second ago and now… you have to help me find them.” 

“Hey, slow down.” He knew that your panicking would only make matters worse. “We’ll find them, okay? I promise we’re going to find them.” His eyes scanned the snowy landscape. Trailing above the trees was a line of black smoke. “Come on.” He took your hand and led you around the bend, bright flashing lights making his heart drop. 

The road was covered in skid marks and debris. It only took a moment to spot the car. The silver minivan was sandwiched in between two trees, laying on its side with the front of the car nearly entirely smashed in. A semi truck with a large dent on the front sat pulled over on the other side of the road. In the middle of it all was the ambulance. 

“Oh my god.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Two black bags were being loaded into the ambulance as another arrived. “W-what’s going on? Mom! Dad!” Your screaming broke Charlie’s heart. He grabbed onto you, taking you in his arms and cradling the back of your head with his hand so that you wouldn't have to look. 

“Please no.” Charlie silently begged as two more bodies were brought up on gurneys. Even from this distance, he could tell that one of them was you. 

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You had grown up together. Charlie was the star of your grade and you were one of his closest friends. You, Green, Charlie, and Sully were inseparable. Until Sam died. After the crash, Charlie vanished into himself. With Green and Sully away at war, you were forced to figure things out on your own. You went to college in Seattle and never heard from your high-school crush again.

Now were you curled up on the windowsill of the hospital, Charlie sitting nervously across from you. Your whole body was shaking. Your leg didn’t hurt as much now and you weren’t as cold as you were before, but you were trembling at what Charlie was implying. 

“You’re the only one who can see me.” You said, pulling your legs up to your chest. A sob escaped your lips. “Am I… am I dead?” He shook his head, taking your hands in his. 

“I don’t think so. They won’t let me in, of course, but I think that you’re just… asleep.” He chose his words carefully so it wouldn’t upset you more. 

“I’m in a coma.” You said blankly. You stood suddenly. “I have to find Teddy.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good-”

“She came in with me, right, which means that she’s still alive. She’s in her somewhere. I have to find her.” You were past the doors before he could stop you. Receiving a strange look from one of the nurses at the desk, he stayed put. 

“So much to put on someone’s shoulders.” A voice said, a woman suddenly having appeared beside him. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“To put on both of you.” She shook her head. “But it’s up to her, Charlie. Stay or go, it’s her choice. And it’s up to you to help her whichever way she goes.” The woman gave him a small smile before heading towards the elevator. 

Charlie stood there, stunned. What just happened? 

“Hey! Wait!” He called out, running towards the elevator just as the doors slid closed. The woman’s message ran through his head over and over again. Stay or go, it’s her choice. And it’s up to you to help her… 

“Charlie!” You came running back into the lobby with a smile. “Teddy’s unconscious, but from what I heard the doctor’s saying, she’s going to be okay. She looks better than I do.” You wrapped your arms around him in relief, feeling the tension in his body. When you looked at him, he was staring at you, tears welling up in his eyes. “What? What is it?” 

“I, um, I think I understand why I’m here now.” He gulped. 

“What do you mean?” 

He was quiet for a long time. How was he supposed to explain this? How do you tell someone that it’s their choice to live or die? Your hands gripped his arms, urging him to continue. Charlie noticed that a couple of the people in the lobby were staring at him, so he grabbed your hand and led you to a supply closet. Checking to make sure no one was watching, he opened the door and pulled you inside. 

“Charlie what’s going on?” You squeaked. 

“You choose.” He said suddenly, watching and waiting for your reaction. 

“What does that mean?”

“It means that you have to decide whether you want to stay,” He took a deep breath, “or go.” 

“What?” Your eyes widened as you tried to process this. “That can’t- how am I supposed to- why me?” You had so many questions that you knew he wouldn’t be able to answer. “Where does that put you?” 

“I’m here to help you, whatever you decide.” He sighed. He wanted to scream. The choice was obvious. You had to stay. He wanted you to stay. But this wasn’t about what he wanted. 

“I could be with my parents again.” You whispered. You wanted more than anything to hide in one of your father’s bear hugs again, or to have your mother kiss your forehead and tell you everything was going to be okay. 

“What about Teddy?” Charlie pointed out. Your 15 year old sister was fighting just like you were. Would she have to choose too? 

“How the hell am I supposed to do this, Charlie?” You cried, covering your face in your hands. You could feel the panic setting in like a slow darkness filling your chest. You started to hyperventilate. 

“Hey,” Charlie pulled your hands away to find your face stained with tears. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” You nodded and laid your head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I’m not going anywhere this time.”

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You laughed as Sully and Green played around with Sam, the younger boy pretending to be tough and annoyed with the two Marine bound graduates. You, however, were looking for one fellow grad in particular. 

“We did it!” Charlie shouted, picking you up from behind and spinning you around. 

“Put me down, St. Cloud!” You shrieked, whirling around so you could pull your best friend into a hug. “I can’t believe we did it.” 

“We all knew you would make it.” Green noted. “Miss I’d-Rather-Study-Than-Party.” 

“Seriously, Y/N, you earned this.” Charlie grinned, sending those butterflies in your stomach fluttering. “Hell, I don’t know if I would be here without all those late night study calls.” 

“Of course you would.” You blushed. 

“Speaking of parties, you’re both coming to the one tonight, right?” Sully asked. You shrugged. “Come on, we leave for bootcamp in a week. You guys have to come.” Charlie cast you a quizzical look. 

“I’ll go if you go.” With those sky blue eyes staring at you, you just couldn’t say no. 

“Alright, I’ll be there.” You conceded. “It’s not like we have any more tests to study for.” Sully pulled you into a victory hug before him and Green ran off to meet with their families. Which left you and Charlie. 

“So…” He blew out a long breath. 

“So.” The awkward silence was actually killing you. If there ever was a time to tell Charlie how you felt, now might be one of your last chances. He spoke before you had the chance. 

“There, um, there’s been something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.” He said nervously. It wasn’t often that you saw Charlie nervous, so you listened intently. “I really… for a long time… God, I don’t really know how to say it.” He rubbed the back of his neck, floundering for words. 

“Charlie!” Sam shouted, motioning for his big brother to leave. 

“One second!” 

“Mom’s already in the car!” Sam crossed the room, pulling on Charlie’s arm. 

“Sam, just give me a minute-”

“It’s okay.” You gave him a small smile. “Why don’t you just tell me tonight?” As much as it was eating at you not knowing, you didn’t want him to get in trouble. Instead, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you later, Charlie.” 

Sam started to pull him away, but Charlie turned to give you one more grin. 

“I’ll see you tonight.” 

-

Charlie was terrified. Things he had pushed away for six years were suffocating him. Six years where he could have reached out to you. And now that you were finally back to him… you could leave him just as quickly. 

You were in the back keeping an eye on Teddy when your grandparents arrived. Charlie remembered them from your birthday parties over the years and they must have recognized him because your grandmother pulled him into a tight hug. 

“Charlie, I didn’t know you would be here.” She said tearfully, putting a hand on his cheek. He knew that look in her eye. It was the look of a mother who had just lost her son. 

“I was walking and I saw the wreck.” He started, taking a deep breath. “When I saw that it was Y/N… I don't know. I had to come here.” 

“We're glad you did, son.” Your grandfather put a hand on his shoulder. He left to check in with the doctors to see if they could go back to see you and Teddy. 

“How long has it been since I saw the two of you together?” Your grandmother wondered. “Five years?” 

“Six.” Charlie sighed, his tone full of regret and guilt. 

“After everything you went through, she never blamed you, sweetie. None of us could.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. “Never stopped talking about you, though.”

“Hmm?” 

“Y/N was always asking about you when she went off to school. She was even thinking about dropping by your house for Christmas…” Her voice trailed off. Christmas would never be the same for those girls again. 

“I’m really sorry for your loss, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Charlie said sadly. She had lost her son and her daughter-in-law and both of her granddaughters were lying in hospital beds. 

“Grandma?” You gasped, coming back into the lobby. You ran over to her, but she made no acknowledgement of your presence. Charlie gave you a sorrowful glance and shook his head just enough that you would notice. 

“We just have to be here for our girls now.” She covered her mouth with her hand to hold back a sob. Your face fell, wanting more than anything to tell her that you were there. You were right there. 

“I think I’m going to go walk around and stretch my legs.” Charlie looked pointedly at you, but long enough for your grandmother to notice. “If you need absolutely anything or if something happens, I won’t be far.” She gave him a pat on the hand as thanks and joined her husband. 

The two of you strolled up and down the stairs in silence for a while before going out onto the roof. Charlie was trying to figure out how to say what he wanted, but just like six years ago, he just couldn’t get the words past his lips. 

“I’m sorry for not being there these last couple years.” He finally sighed, leaning on the wall and looking out over the town. “I shouldn’t have shut you out the way that I did. Even when Green and Sully died…”

“Charlie…” You put your hand on top of his. “As much as I missed you, I never held any of that against you.” You thought for a second, debating if telling him would be a good idea. But hey, what could you lose? “I kinda blamed myself for a really long time.” He jerked his head around to look at you.

“It was a car accident. How could it have been your fault?” 

You shrugged, letting your mind travel back to that night. It didn’t so long ago anymore. 

“I don’t know. For that entire first year, all I could think about was that you only were coming to the party because I went. You said that, remember? If I hadn’t gone, maybe you would have stayed home that night…” You tried not to let your growing emotions get in the way of your words. “It sounds stupid, but I guess when something like that happens, we all find someway to blame ourselves.” 

Charlie let your words sink in. How long had been blaming himself for losing Sam? He was the one sneaking out. He was the one behind the wheel. He was the one that lived. Then he thought what it meant for you. 

“You don’t blame yourself for this, do you?” You didn’t answer. “Y/N, you can’t do that to yourself.” 

“I was picking the music. I’m the reason my dad didn’t see the other car swerve into our lane.” You pushed away from the ledge and started to pace back and forth. “And now mom and dad are- but I can’t leave Teddy- but what the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Y/N slow down.” Charlie grabbed your hand to stop your pacing. “What happened today isn’t your fault, alright? If you get that in your head, it’s going to-”

“What, Charlie? Kill me?” You snapped. “Kinda hard since I’m already dying.” His face fell and you sighed. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t called for.” 

There was a long pause where neither of you really knew what to say, even with so many words running through your heads. So many feelings that you thought were gone. Why now? Why bring the two of you together now when you were lying in a hospital bed fighting to stay alive. Or were you trying to let go? 

“Hey…” Charlie covered your hand with his, holding it against his heart. “You are still here. You’re here and you’re fighting and I… I want you to keep fighting. I want you to stay.” There were so many other things he wanted to tell you. What he was going to tell you that night. Slowly, he tried his best to show what his words couldn’t say, closing the space between you. 

The kiss was slow and hesitant, but soft and sweet, too. It was a kiss you’d both been dreaming of since the first grade. You felt everything clearly, from the beat of his heart under your palm to his hand fall to the small of your back, pulling you closer. 

“I always knew you too would figure it out eventually.” A voice made Charlie pull away suddenly. Standing at the other side of the roof was your sister. She wasn’t wearing a hospital gown anymore. Instead, she was standing in her favorite yellow dress, smiling like she was saying goodbye. 

“Teddy?” Charlie gasped, still holding you in his arms. You whirled around to see what he was looking at, but there was no one there.

“Charlie what are you-” Then it hit you. If he could see Teddy…

You took off in a sprint before Charlie could stop you. Charlie’s heart sank as Teddy spoke. 

“She’s going to give up, Charlie.” She sighed. “You have to get her to stay. She has a choice. She isn’t ready to go yet, she just thinks she is.” 

“And you are?” He cried. Teddy was 15. Last time he saw her, she was just nine years old. She still had so much life to live.  

“I’ll be okay.” She said, resigned. “Go to her. She needs you to make her stay, Charlie. Please save my sister.” Teddy stood there and watched Charlie run after you before walking off into the sky. 

“Y/N!” Charlie called out, desperately trying to catch up with you. “Y/N stop!” While you could hear his footsteps thundering down the stairs behind you, you didn’t listen. All you could think about was reaching your baby sister in time. 

“Teddy!” You rushed to find her room. Standing outside were your grandparents and the doctor. 

“We did everything we could.” The doctor informed them grimly. “I’m so sorry for your loss.” Your grandmother broke out in sobs. 

“No!” You screamed. “Teddy!” Unable to look in the now empty hospital room, you kept running. You ran and ran through the halls until your legs gave out. 

She’d barely finished the first semester of her freshman year. You were supposed to go shopping for her winter royalty dress this weekend. It was her first dance that someone had asked her to. She was so excited. 

“I can’t do this!” You screamed at whatever was out there that was listening. “I can’t do this anymore! I’m done!” You slammed your fist against the tiles of the floor, but you couldn’t feel anything anymore. You just watched the bright white light at the end of the hallway get closer and closer until-

“Y/N!” Charlie’s hands grabbed you by the shoulders and he fell to his knees in front of you. 

“Let go of me Charlie.” You sobbed, trying to break away from him- to surrender to the light. 

“I can’t.” He tried to get you to look at him. “Y/N, I won’t let you go. You can’t give up. You can’t go-”

“Wouldn’t you?” You tore yourself away, your words catching with every sob. Charlie winced. “If you had the choice, if you could have gone with Sam, you would have.” 

“I did die in that crash, Y/N.” He said sharply. “But I came back. You have to come back.” 

“I want this to be over, Charlie.” You crumpled up against the wall, laying your head on the floor. “I just want it to be over.” 

Charlie moved so that your head was in his lap and he gently ran his fingers through your hair. Eventually, your crying turned into steady breaths and, overcome with the exhaustion of the day, Charlie allowed himself to sleep.

-

He woke up with empty arms in a dark hallway. His tired mind took a moment to process everything that had happened and as soon as he realized what was going on, he jumped to his feet. 

“Y/N?” He called out, hearing only his echo in return. Your words rang in his head. I just want this to be over. “Shit.” He took off down the hall, checking around every corner and empty room. He ran to the lobby where your grandparents were speaking with the doctor. 

“All we can do is wait.” The doctor put a hand on your grandmother’s shoulder. “You can go talk to her. Maybe some words of encouragement can help her through it.” Charlie knew what he really meant. It’s time to say goodbyes. 

He was frozen in place. He had to do something. He had to change your mind and get you to come back. He couldn’t lose you again. 

“Charlie?” You grandmother said softly. “Why don’t you come back with us? She’d want you to.” He still couldn’t move. She put a hand on his shoulder and snapped him out of it. 

“I’ll be there in a second.” He finally said. He watched the two of them head back into the ICU. It was like his feet weren’t his anymore. He just stood there, head reeling and hands shaking. Why couldn’t he see you anymore? Of course, his head could only draw one conclusion, but it was one that his heart couldn’t accept. You couldn’t give up. 

After giving your grandparents some time alone, he entered your room for the first time. At first, he felt sick. You were hooked up to machines and your leg was in a cast. Most of all, you looked defeated. Somehow, even unconscious, your expression gave away your sorrow. Like you didn’t have anything to live for. 

As if sensing his unease, your grandparents allowed him to speak with you in private. He sat beside you, gently placing a hand on top of yours. 

“You’ve got me pretty freaked out here, Y/N.” He laughed humorously, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. He took a deep breath. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I do. When I lost Sam all I wanted to do was give up. But you can’t go, Y/N. Teddy wants you to stay. I-” His words were cut off by a sharp breath, trying to hold back a sob. “I need you to stay.” 

Charlie brought your hand to his chest and held it against his heart like he had on the roof. Maybe if you could feel him there, if you knew that there were people here for you, you would wake up. If you knew how he felt- how he’d felt for years. If you knew what he was going to say that night. 

“I guess now might be the only time to tell you…” He sighed, his grip on your hand tightening desperately. “I should have told you so many times through high school, but I was so scared of ruining our friendship and breaking up the group. But the truth is, Y/N…” Even now, he wasn’t sure if he could say it. What if you couldn’t hear him? What if you were already gone? “Y/N, I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the sixth grade and being with you again after all this time… I never stopped loving you.” 

He thought about all those weekends on his boat, your laughter ringing out over the sound of the waves. He thought of the sun making your wet skin glisten and making your bright eyes sparkle. Six years and the images of you were still clear in his mind. All of those times that he wanted to tell you- times he should have told you how he felt. 

“Maybe I’m selfish for wanting you to stay,” He stood, holding your again against his tear stained cheek. “Maybe I’m supposed to let you go like- like Sam.” It was hard to speak now, but he had to try. “But dammit Y/N, I don’t want you to go. I want to give us a chance. Please, Y/N. Please stay.” 

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to your forehead and lingered there for a moment. Maybe this was it. Letting go of another person and helping them move on. He pulled back slowly and felt your fingers lace through his. When he looked down, your eyes were open. 

“Charlie?”

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*Special Night Gone Awry–Charlie St. Cloud

Warnings: first time, unprotected sex, public sex, language

Charlie and I have been dating for almost a year and a half. We were extremely close before we started dating and only got closer after he asked me out.

Even though we were happy, there was still something in the way. There was still something stopping us from being as close as we could possibly be. I knew what it was, but I couldn't bring myself to ask Charlie about it.

"You okay?" Charlie asked one night during dinner. I looked up from my half-eaten plate of food to see him watching me with worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine," I said, not convincingly at all.

Charlie sent me his knowing look as he put his fork down on his plate and dramatically folded his arms on the table. I sighed, giving in to his I will find out what's wrong sooner or later look.

"We've been together a little over a year," I started, avoiding his gaze.

"15 months," Charlie chuckled as he grabbed my hand. His smile fell when I looked up at him. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"Can I ask you something and it most likely will sound really weird and probably come off. . ."

"Y/N," he softly cut me off. "You can ask me anything."

"How come we haven't. . . Do you not want to. . . We've been together a year. . . . And said I love you. . . But we haven't. . ."

"Y/N," he said my name slowly.

"Why haven't we slept together?" I finally blurted out. I bit my lip, my eyes wide in horror.

Charlie just smiled as he reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, his hand lingering. Without breaking our eye contact, he leaned in and pressed his lips delicately to mine.

"I wasn't sure if you were ready," Charlie whispered when he broke the kiss. "And I didn't want to pressure you or rush you into doing something you weren't ready to do. Especially since that's exactly what your ex did. I didn't want to be like him."

"You're not," I said quickly. "You're nothing like him, Charlie."

I bit my lip, embarrassment flooding me. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as I waited for him to say something. He chuckled, slightly shaking his head.

"Y/N," he whispered, "are you wanting to take our relationship to the next level?"

The look in his eyes made any piece of embarrassment that I had vanish. I leaned in and pressed my lips gently to his, immediately feeling him smile into the kiss. When I broke apart, I leaned my forehead against his.

"Yes."

                        * * * * *

Charlie and I decided to make our first time special. We planned to get dressed up, go to a fancy restaurant, and end the night at his place. He continually reassured me that he was going to let me set the pace and decide how far we went.

"If we start something or go too far, you say the word and we'll stop," Charlie reassured as we headed to the restaurant. "I want you to be 100% comfortable. Tonight is all about you, babe."

Throughout dinner, Charlie rarely let go of my hand. We were just getting ready to leave when Charlie's phone started ringing.

"Who is it?" I asked when I saw the hesitation on his face.

"It's the security guard at the cemetery," he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Y/N."

"It's alright," I smiled. "Take it."

He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before answer his phone. "Yes?"

He was quiet as the person on the other line said something. I watched as his expression slowly changed. "Are you serious?" He asked. "Fine, I'll handle it Monday."

He sent me an annoyed looked that quickly turned to anger. "Now? Al, I'm in the middle of. . . Fine. I'll be there soon."

Charlie hung up the phone and hesitated to look at me. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, finally looking at me. "Some teenagers broke into the cemetery and broke a headstone. Al needs me to clean it up. We have a funeral at 9 am and he doesn't want the mess to still be there when people arrive."

"It's okay," I tried to reassure. "Should we go?"

"Yeah," Charlie sighed. We stood up and started heading out to the car. Before I got in, he stopped me.

"I really am sorry, Y/N."

I gently grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. I giggled when he pulled me into his chest and deepened the kiss. He was the one who broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against mine.

"I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's okay," I giggled. "I don't mind."

                        * * * * *

"Why do kids think it's fun to break into a cemetery?" Charlie was ranting.

After our dinner got interrupted, I came with him to deal with the headstone. I was sitting on a bench by the big tree in the middle of the cemetery as Charlie cleaned up the broken pieces.

"I mean, people are buried here! Don't they have a park or an abandoned warehouse they could break into?!"

I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind. I kissed his shoulder as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said barely above a whisper. "I know we were planning on finally taking that next step together and then I got that damn call. I should've ignored it."

I turned him around and instantly pressed my lips to his. I felt him sigh as he started to kiss me back. He was the one who deepened the kiss by sliding his hands down my back, one of them finding my ass and squeezing. I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and started exploring.

"Charlie," I gasped as he roughly broke the kiss and started sucking on my neck. He groaned as I tilted my head back, giving him better access.

He grunted as he pulled away from my skin and picked me up. With a smirk on my face, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I started kissing his neck and grinding my hips against his the second he sat down on the bench.

Our lips continued to move in sync as Charlie carefully laid us down on the bench. I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

Things got heated fast. Soon, I was reaching up and unbuttoning Charlie's shirt while he was trying to reach underneath me and unzip my dress. We laughed as we rolled off the bench, landing on the grass with me on top of him.

"You okay?" He said between laughs.

"I'm fine," I giggled. "You broke my fall. Are you okay?"

"I'm great," he smirked up at me.

I leaned down and pressed my lips back to his. Our lips immediately started moving in sync as Charlie reached around me and finally unzipped my dress. I ignored my dress barely still on me as I finished unbuttoning his shirt.

We laughed into the kiss as Charlie rolled us over. He sat up, finally breaking the kiss as he tore off his shirt and tossed it to the side. While he discarded his shirt, I slipped out of my dress. The second our clothes were discarded to the side, Charlie leaned back down and pressed his lips to my chest.

I moaned as Charlie started kissing my exposed skin. I sucked in a breath when he gently bit the skin of my breast that was peeking out from behind my bra. While he continued to leave open-mouthed kisses between my boobs, I played with the zipper on his jeans.

"Take them off me, baby," he groaned breathlessly with his face pressed between my breasts.

I roughly tore his jeans off, giggling when he reached down and finished taking them off without pulling away from my chest.

"Charlie," I gasped when he bit down a little harder.

"Sorry," he said, struggling to catch his breath as he finally sat up. He looked down at me, his eyes full of lust.

"Please tell me we're not finished," I moaned as I arched my back.

"Far from it," he said through his teeth. I gasped when he reached down and roughly tore my underwear off my legs, tossing them to the side.

"Fuck," he moaned before leaning down and pressing his lips back to mine.

We started roughly grinding our bodies against each other as our moans got uncontrollable. He reached under me and with one hand was able to unhook my bra. I gasped, arching my back when he grabbed my bra and took it off me.

We were both struggling to catch our breaths as we stared at each other. I was laying under him, completely naked. My cheeks burned as Charlie scanned my body, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Holy shit, baby," he whispered. "You're so fucking beautiful."

"Really?" I asked, my voice getting caught in my throat. He looked down at me, his expression changing.

"Yes," he said clearly. "You are fucking gorgeous, Y/N."

"I didn't. . ."

"Let me prove it to you."

Before I could ask how he was going to prove to me that I was gorgeous, Charlie sat up onto his knees. I held my breath, waiting to see what he was going to do.

I bit my lip when Charlie smoothly slipped his boxers off. I blushed when I finally understood how he was going to prove that I was beautiful.

"See?" He smirked. "I wouldn't be this hard if you weren't beautiful."

I grabbed his face, quickly pulling him back down to me and pressing my lips to his. I felt him smirk as our lips moved in sync. I reached down and grabbed his ass, positioning him above me.

"Please, Charlie," I moaned. "I need you."

"Anything for you, baby girl."

I moaned loudly, arching my back when I felt him slip into me. He didn't wait for me to adjust before he started to push himself in and out of me. Our moans disappeared into the night air as we continued making love.

"Oh, Charlie!" I gasped as I felt him find my g-spot.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned.

We continued to grunt and moan as our bodies moved against each other. We got louder as our orgasms built. The way our bodies moved in sync and fit perfectly together didn't feel like our first time. It felt like we've been doing this for years.

"Charlie," I stuttered, my breathing shaky.

"Yes, gorgeous?" He asked, his voice dark and deep.

"I'm almost. . . I think. . ."

"Are you close, baby?" He leaned down and whispered it in my ear. I moaned as he started sucking on my ear, still thrusting into me.

"Yes," I barely got out. I gasped as Charlie pulled out of me. "What are you. . ."

He cut me off as he roughly pushed back into me. Our movements were faster and rougher than before. I dug my nails into his back as we rode out our orgasms.

"Fuck, Charlie!"

I arched my back as I felt myself release. My satisfied moan made Charlie reach his peak. We were breathing heavily as he laid on top of me. When he finally pulled out of me, I let out a small whimper.

"Charlie," I whispered. He rolled over, softly pulling me into his waist. I smiled as he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to my neck, over the bruises that he caused.

"I love you," he whispered as I struggled to stay awake. I sleepily giggled as he tightened his arms around me.

"I love you too, Charlie."

                        * * * * *

I woke up in Charlie's arms. I rolled over, looking up at him. I smiled as I watched him sleep. The bags under his eyes weren't as bad as they were after the accident.

I looked around, my cheeks burning when I noticed we were under a shady tree. I knew that tree. How did I. . . My eyes widened when I realized where we were and what we did the night before.

Charlie and I had sex in the cemetery.

I looked up at Charlie when I felt him tighten his arms around me. I bit my lip as his eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning," he smirked.

"Morning to you too," I giggled.

"I haven't slept that well in a long time," Charlie sighed as he pulled me into his chest and rolled onto his back.

He started slightly scratching my back as I ran my fingers over his burn marks from the night of his accident.

"I hate these scars," he sighed. Ever since that night, Charlie has seen these scars as horrible and painful reminders of the night he lost his brother.

"I don't," I shrugged. I looked up to see him genuinely surprised.

"I know what they mean to you," I whispered. "But to me, they are a reminder that you survived."

"But Sammy. . ."

"Charlie," I sighed, gently cupping his cheeks in my hands. "Each mark should remind you that you survived; one for you and one for Sam."

He sighed before lifting his head up and pressing his lips to mine. I smiled as our lips moved in sync. Charlie rolled us over without breaking the kiss.

"Charlie," I whispered against his lips.

"Yes?" He hummed.

"Baby, as amazing as last night was, we're still naked in the middle of the cemetery. And it opens soon."

"Oh shit."

[adorethedistance]

All Day Affair - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

JATP Masterlist - Valentine’s Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing, light embarrassment (minors DNI)

Words: 2757

Summary: A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can.

A/n: This weekend has not at all gone the way I’d thought/hoped it would and so I apologize for the slow churning of fics lately but I promise I am working on some much requested fics. On a lighter note, here is my contribution to the Valentine’s Day

My eyes groggily flutter open when I hear my phone rapidly buzzing on the bedside table. Charlie’s arm is draped over my exposed midriff, no doubt a position of his own doing. As I go to move his arm off my bare skin, he holds onto me tighter groaning an incoherent string of words. I attempt to grab the maniacally buzzing device with my eyes still closed. I’m incapacitated via Charlie’s hold on my waist, and thus, all I feel under my flattened hand against the cool surface are the discarded condom wrappers from last night.

“Charlie,” I scold, still not fully awake. He knowingly loosens his grip, allowing me to sit up and it isn’t until I’m upright and Charlie’s arm drops into my lap that I realize I’m completely naked under his t-shirt. My phone has not stopped vibrating like crazy much to my dismay. Haphazardly grabbing it off the nightstand, I wait for my eyes to adjust before I read the time.

11:26.

“SHIT. Charlie! Charlie, we’re late!” I try and shake him awake. He whines miserably,

“Mmmmm, what?”

“It’s 11:26, we’re late!”

The messages are from Owen and Savannah, both of whom we were supposed to be meeting for brunch at 11. While Charlie and I wanted Valentine’s Day plans alone, we also wanted to spend time with our friends whom we love dearly. Since the original plan was for the two of us to have the evening all to ourselves, we agreed on having brunch to start the day off well. Look how that turned out for us. I scramble out of bed, and I nearly hit the floor as my legs give out from under me. Luckily, Charlie was right behind me and was able to catch me in time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.”

“Yessss.” I fake slap his chest before we resume in the chaos, frantically throwing on decent outfits. I toss Charlie one of his band shirts turned muscle tees after hopping into a pair of jeans. Once dressed, I run to the bathroom and pass a brush through my hair in a frenzy before I begin brushing my teeth at lightning speed. Charlie appears beside me to brush his own teeth, and I’m practically sprinting out of the bathroom as he does.

“Don’t forget to fix your hair!” My legs nearly give out once more as I struggle to slip on my favorite pair of sneakers. Once I’m upright again, and stable, I grab both of our wallets and the keys to the house and car and shove them into my bag. Together we bolt out the door and clamber into Charlie’s orange Subaru.

In a nice contrast to all the rushing around we’ve done this morning, Charlie drives at a regular speed; thankfully, we make it to the restaurant in one piece. As soon as he puts the car in park the two of us run to the entrance to see our friends waiting at an outdoor table on the patio. Charlie and I finally made it, albeit a tad out of breath.

“Charlie, Y/n, nice of you to finally join us.”

“11:44 on the dot. Not your latest arrival, but an honorable mention,” Savannah jeers, waving me over to sit beside her.

“What happened this time?”

“Overslept. My usual alarm didn’t go off, I must’ve forgotten to turn it on last night.”

“Classic.” I’m distracted from Owen’s teasing when Savannah’s humorous smile drops. She’s looking at me with an emotion I can’t distinguish.

“You okay?” She simply nods and then pushes her chair back.

“I need to pee and you do too. Come on, Y/n.” And without allowing me to reply, she has me up out of the chair and briskly walking toward the bathroom. It isn’t until we’re outside the single stall that I noticed she grabbed my bag from the back of my chair. Once she’s locked us both in the room, she looks at me with wide eyes and a suppressed smile.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this?” She answers my question with a question, before using her left index finger to poke the right side of my neck.

“Ow!” My face drops once I realize. Brushing past her, I move to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the assemblage of love bites all over my neck area. Savannah merely giggles at the realization before opening my bag.

“You don’t have a sponge, so we’re gonna have to use our fingers.” I turn around to look at her, not through the mirror and find a bottle of full-coverage concealer in her hands.

“How did that get in there?”

“I put it in there last week after you had to spend the whole day adjusting your shirt around your collar bones to hide more of these.” She gives a vague gesture to the marks on my neck and begins applying the makeup.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you are unbelievable. That was literally last week, and you’re already marked up again. Don’t you and Charlie ever just make love? Does it always have to be ‘ravage one another’s body’?”

“I mean, occasionally. I don’t know, sweet and tender isn’t really our thing.”

“Clearly.” Savannah steps back to survey her work, “Okay, you’re covered but be careful because I didn’t pack setting spray.”

“I am forever indebted to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’s Owen that you should pray doesn’t notice.”

“God, you’re right.”

“If I were solely judging by his hair, I’d have guessed you guys went at it this morning and not last night.”

“Shit, he’s probably marked up, too.”

“Well, I didn’t bring him concealer, and you two are not the same shade soooo… sorry.” I shake my head dismissively as I hold the bathroom door open for her behind me.

“Better him than me.”

“How was it though? You told me you’d text me updates.”

“Yeah, and then I didn’t set an alarm. But no, it was… so good. I’m like, sore.”

“Okay, we’re entering TMI territory so let’s find something to talk about before we’re back within earshot.”

“What are your Valentine’s plans for the rest of the day?”

“I might get frozen yogurt and watch a movie, haven’t really decided. I would ask what you and Charlie are doing, but based on this morning, I think I can guess.”

Just as Savannah and I did, the two boys fall silent once we approach the table; when the four of us are settled, I take a quick glance over the menu, as if I’m unsure of what I want.

“Okay, in the spirit of St. Valentine, let’s talk love. Tell us about your first kiss, Y/n.” Savannah eyes me, already knowing the horrendous story. I deadpan,

“No.”

“Wait, I’m actually curious. I don’t think I know this story.” Charlie leans forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.

“See what you’ve done?” Savannah merely shrugs and takes a smug sip from her water glass. “No, I’m not doing this. Why don’t you tell us about your first kiss, Sav?”

“I asked you first.”

“Fine, be that way. Charlie, tell us about your first kiss.”

“Well, I don’t know I-”

“Come on, what’s ‘love-master’ Charlie’s origin story?” Owen teasingly pats Charlie on the back, and the four of us all fall under a shocked silence at the sound of Charlie hissing in pain. My lips part in surprise but quickly press shut in a moment’s realization.

“You okay?” Don’t do it, Owen.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-”

“Oh my god.” Upon patting Charlie’s back, the fabric of his shirt moved out of the way to reveal a conglomerate of scratches across the surface of his sun-kissed skin. Owen laughs out in disbelief before poking one of the scratches again, causing Charlie to smack his hand away.

“Holy shit, did you get mauled by a bear?” Owen then gasps in a realization that I’d pray he wouldn’t have, and he begins to laugh even harder. “That good, huh Y/n?” My face heats up a million degrees and I cover my face with one hand as a desperate defense mechanism.

“It’s not a big deal, Owen.” Thank god, Savannah’s come to the rescue. “They just got a head start on Valentine’s Day is all.”

“Okay, can we please change the subject?” I plead as I’ve already had enough of their laughter. Charlie gives me a look that is both apologetic and embarrassed and I let out an exaggerated sigh as a response.

The rest of our brunch date is still a good time minus the occasional interjectory joke about my and Charlie’s romantic all-day-affair yesterday. Our foursome disassembles, already planning the next group outing post-Valentine’s intimacy.

“That was absolutely humiliating,” I state, buckling my seatbelt in the passenger's side as Charlie begins pulling out of the parking spot.

“You want me to be gentler next time?” Charlie asks sincerely and extends his right hand over the center console to rub a comforting circle on top of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans. The gesture pulls the warmth in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach a little lower.

“...No,” I admit shyly. The confession elicits a small, cocky chuckle from Charlie. He then gives me an affirming squeeze before tracing the seam along my inner thigh in a way that is too sensual to mistake his intentions.

The entire car ride home, the feeling of Charlie’s fingertips ghosting up my leg makes my heart beat a little faster and ignites a subtle heat where I wish he’d trail his hand up to. I’m sure my desire is apparent to Charlie but he doesn’t say anything about it. When we get back to our home, I stick the key in the lock and open the front door but freeze as I feel Charlie pressing into my entire backside. He leans down to playfully bite part of my earlobe as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You said you didn’t want me to be gentle?” All of my senses are clouded by dense arousal so all I can do is nod. He airily laughs, a warm breath dusting the surface of my skin and I shudder involuntarily. “Go inside.”

After closing the door behind us, Charlie shoves me up against it, his hand behind my head to prevent me from actually getting hurt. He kisses my lips forcefully but doesn’t linger, and instead trails down the column of my throat. The kisses are rough in between small bites of affection, surely leaving more marks that I’ll have to wake up early to cover tomorrow. Or just not go anywhere. After this, it’s looking like the latter.

“You want me to rough you up a little bit? Huh?”

“Yes.” The love bites Charlie’s leaving behind become harsher on my skin, as he trails further down my neck, across my collarbones. “Charlie, can we…?”

“Can we what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please-“

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” And with that Charlie pulls me into the bedroom, stealing kisses in between steps. Charlie moves to sit me on the bed but as he grabs me by the hips, I maneuver to switch places and push him down onto the bed. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement, taking the hand that pushed him between his own. I smile delicately when Charlie presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. That is the last trace of softness.

The two of us begin stripping out of our brunch clothes as fast as we can. It’s as if we’re running out of time. We’re both almost fully naked but before I can get my panties off Charlie’s lips are back on mine. His movements are swift, kiss after kiss is filled with an unrivaled lust that is glorious.

Crawling onto the bed, Charlie stays close behind, never allowing any loss of contact between us. I recover to a sitting position and Charlie wraps his arm under my stomach and presses a line of kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Can I take you like this?” He asks earnestly, running his hands over the vast expanse of my bare skin. I choke out a desperate plea and my breathing softens once I feel the absence of Charlie’s touch on my body. When I turn around I see him searching the room like a madman.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t find any more condoms. I think we used them all last night.”

“What? We only used three.”

“I don’t know! Maybe I dropped some?”

“Fuck it. Charlie if I’m not getting absolutely rawed in the next ten seconds I will walk out that door.” He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and is back on the bed. Charlie grabs both sides of my face to bring me in for a long passionate kiss before taking his place behind me. His warm hands fall from my face to my waist, gripping the skin slightly.

Charlie sits back on his heels and moves my body back to hover over his. He runs a sensual path with his fingers down the sides of my body and slips one down through the growing wetness between my legs. Tracing the arousal over my quivering clit. The anticipation of the moment has heightened my sensitivity and as a result, I let out a whine. My whimpering continues when I feel him run the tip of his erection through the wetness. As I open my mouth to nag him for moving so slow, Charlie slams his entire length inside of me at once, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can tell it feels incredible for him too by the way he’s gripping my hips. If he didn’t leave bruises yesterday, he definitely will today.

It doesn’t take long for him to figure out a tempo that’s comfortable for the both of us and my labored panting fills the room. Charlie lets out a groan followed by a laugh because we could both feel the physical reaction I had to the noise he had let out. Wrapping his right arm across my stomach, Charlie reaches the left up to grab my tits, and roughly bite another hickey on my shoulder. He uses his right arm to pull my body into his own torso, and shifting his hips he makes a few adjustments. Charlie shifts one more time and when he thrusts back into me I cry out so loud surely our neighbors will put in a noise complaint.

“There we go,” he grunts to himself, but our proximity allows me to hear. Repeatedly thrusting into that spot, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Charlie resumes leaving harsh, lingering kisses, and love bites down the side of my neck, moaning into them in ecstasy. As I feel my heat begin to pulse, Charlie knows I’m close and tries to grab my attention.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I will my eyes open and turn to look. The pleasure of his movements is so overwhelming that in between moans and shallow breaths, I find myself leaning my head back to rest on his bare shoulder. “I want you to look at me as you come undone.”

“Okay.” I swallow hard from how dry my mouth is from panting so hard for so long. Each next thrust is measured and the sound of our labored breathing and pleasured moans fill the electrified air.

“Charlie.”

“I’m close. Where do you want-”

“Just stay inside.”

“You sure?” Before I can give a coherent response my orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. I’m doing my best not to scream and what comes out is a mix between a strangled cry and a deep, guttural groan. Adding to my ecstasy, Charlie reaches down to trace tiny circles over my clit and I feel tears of overstimulation prick the length of my lower lash line. While Charlie fucks me through my high, I feel his movements stutter and the familiar twitch before he relaxes his hold on my body. The two of us collapse back onto the bed in a symphony of gasps and bliss-fueled laughter.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he says behind a smile.

“I love you. That was the first time I’ve forgone condoms…” I state to the ceiling in a moment’s realization, “How do I get this out of me?”

***

A/n: I really am so sorry about the slow churn of writing. I’ve gotten busy with classes and though I knew this was coming I’m still upset that I can’t spend more time writing. On top of that being in a block has been really rough but it’ll pass with time I hope :)

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[holylulusworld]

Play Pretend

Title: Play Pretend

Summary: Sam betrays you in more than one way. Years later you meet again. Can he win you over again or will you never forgive him for breaking your heart?

Squares filled for: @spnquotebingo​

Quote: ("I wake up in the morning and I feel like I'm missing something. I know that there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is... then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person." - Love, Rosie)

Word Count:

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!Reader, implied Sam x Ruby

Characters: Dean Winchester

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, language, cheating, sadness, break-up, mentions of blood junkie Sam, hurt & comfort, fluff, meeting again, second chances???

A/N: Set in Season 4/later on Season 10

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

SPN Quote Bingo masterlist

The night before your world exploded…

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean pokes his head into your room, or rather the room you share with your boyfriend of four years, Sam. The love of your life. “Sammy is still at the bar and tries to find out if there is anything the victims got in common.”

“Dean, I love you like a brother,” you whisper, not even lifting your head to meet his eyes in the dim light of your bedroom, “but please stop lying for Sam.”

“I did not lie, Y/N,” mumbling the words Dean steps closer into the room, eyes glued to the wrapped gift on the nightstand. “A gift?”

“He forgot our anniversary, Dean. I know he's with her, that demonic bitch again. I can see her red lipstick on his shirt and smell her cheap perfume and the sulfur. I tried to make Sam see she’s not what he wants or needs but-“

Your voice cracks and you wipe your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” Dean sits on the bed next to you, eyes glued to the gift on the nightstand. “Sammy, he changed since I’m back, or maybe it was while I was gone.”

“The moment you were gone he stopped being my Sam and became a shadow of the man I fell in love with. I let him stray, even leave me for weeks as he lost you but now – you are back, and he still leaves me.”

“Maybe you should talk to Sam, Y/N,” you turn around, shaking your head lightly. “What do you want to do?” Dean asks, already knowing the answer. “I will miss you, Y/N. You’re the annoying little sister I never had.”

“I will miss you too, Dean,” choking out a sob you close your eyes. “You know that you can always call me. Just give me some time to calm.”

Just like any other night for months you lie on the edge of the bed, ignoring Sam sneaks into your shared bedroom.

You can smell her on him, and if the moonless night would offer more than dim light you could see the lipstick on his neck and the scratch-marks on his back.

Sam hides his infidelity poorly lately. Hickeys. Lipstick. Her scent on him. He  seems to want to rub it in your face that he’s no longer interested in you.

His hands, the ones which once felt so warm are cold when he touches you now. Not sexually, of course. Sam didn’t even look at you for months. Not that you wanted him to touch you. 

You pretend you are asleep when Sam settles on the bed next to you. He sighs, mumbling your name when his eyes land on the gift on his nightstand. 

“I forgot our anniversary, babe,” he whispers, rolling to his side to look at the back of your head. You can feel his hand gently run over your arm, but you don’t move, not wanting to break things up with him tonight. “Gonna make it up to you after we killed Lilith.”

Tonight, you will let your hatred burn all the love your felt for him out of your heart. Tonight, you will play pretend and ignore the pieces of your heart on the floor when he kisses your neck softly.

Tomorrow you will get back up and leave the love of your life for good.

The next night you are gone. You don’t lie in a cold bed, waiting for the love of your life to pretend he still loves you. And you don’t pretend to not see the love in his eyes is long gone…

“Gone?” looking around your shared bedroom Sam balls his hands into fists. “How can Y/N be gone? She was with you the whole time.”

“You mean the time you spend with your favorite demon, the one you love to fuck?” Dean spats, stepping toward the nightstand. “She even bought you a gift even though she knew you fuck that corpse. I think I’ll take a few days off.”

“Do you want to leave me too? Just like the useless girl I dragged around for years?” Sam spats.

“Sammy, I love you but right now, I don’t recognize my brother anymore. No wonder Y/N left and didn’t look back…”

Around six years later, St. Cloud, Minnesota

“I’m telling you, Sammy,” Dean smirks, jerking his head toward the bags with food on the table at their shared motel room, “this is the best burger in town. The owner makes the pickles, Sam. You should learn to enjoy the little things.”

Sam makes a face, not in the mood to talk about food with his brother. “If you say so,” he shrugs, glancing at his phone. “You know, we could just sit this one case out.”

“I’m fine,” Dean grumbles, thumb running over the mark on his arm. “It’s calmer today. Just let me enjoy my food, drink some beer and forget about anything else.”

“Rowena said she’s close to finding a spell to break the bond. Charlie and Castiel help her stay focused on helping you and not rule the world,” laughing Dean looks at his brother, shaking his head. 

“You need to get laid, Sammy. Find a girl and stop worrying about me.”

“I’m not in the mood,” Sam tuts, looking at Dean’s greasy food. “I just-“

“I know, I know,” rolling his eyes the elder brother takes a large bite of his burger. “You can’t focus on a sweet girl while your brother runs around with the Mark of Cain.”

“Exactly.”

“That’s bullshit, Sam. Go to that bar we passed on our way here. Hit on the bartender or whoever floats your boat. Get laid,” adamant Dean hands Sam a condom. “Don’t come back before you got laid.”

“DEAN!”

“SAM!”

“FINE!”

“What can I get you?” the bartender asks, giving Sam a sweet smile. The kind of smile she spares for men like Sam who rarely stumble into her bar. “Beer, Whiskey, or something sweeter?”

“Beer is fine,” Sam looks around the almost empty bar, hating Dean made him leave. “Maybe some peanuts too.”

“I wouldn’t eat the peanuts,” watching someone sit next to him Sam eyes you warily. “It only makes you thirstier for their cheap beer,” you whip your head to meet Sam’s gaze. “It’s awful by the way.”

“Y/N,” choking your name out Sam lets his eyes wander to comfirm it’s really you. He looks at the tiny tattoo on your neck, a tiny butterfly. The one you got while Sam held your hand tightly.

Your hair is a little longer, and your face shows your journey since he last saw you. But it is you. Undoubtable.

“Winchester,” you tap your glass, glaring at the bartender who ignores you to shove a piece of paper with her phone number toward Sam. “You look good. Heard you killed that bitch.”

“That was six years ago, Y/N,” Sam moves closer, places his large hands onto the dirty bar counter. “H-How have you been? Do you still hunt?”

“Never got out of business,” you shrug, eyes glued to your glass now. “Heard you got out of business some time ago. Seems like you’re back to business to me. Wasn’t your style?”

“Dean came back,” mumbling Sam looks at you, feeling his heartbeat quicken when you nod silently. “Guess she wasn’t the one.”

“No one seems to be ‘the one’ to you, Sammy,” it’s a low blow but you deliver it with a smirk. “That you cheated on me was the best thing happening to me. I finally had the time to train more and focus on the one thing I’m good at. Killing.”

“You’re not a killer, Y/N,” you scoff at Sam’s words, not wanting him to believe you are still the broken girl he betrayed years ago. “I wasn’t me back then, Y/N. Ruby, she fed me demon blood. I wanted to become more powerful to defeat Lilith.” he sits next to you, hand reaching out for his beer to hold onto something to calm his nerves. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix what you have broken, Sam. I trusted you. Dean and Bobby trusted you. None of us was good enough to you. It wasn’t Ruby pushing me away, it was you,” you down your drink, slamming the glass onto the counter. “Go ahead and fuck the bartender, Sam. She almost drools all over you.”

He watches you toss a few bucks onto the counter before you turn to leave. Sam can’t let you go, he just can’t, so he does the only thing coming to his mind – he grasps for your arms to slam you against the nearby wall, his lips silencing you.

“Sam, let me go,” you pant. God, you hate he looks even better in the dim light of the dingy bar. The years have been kind to Sam. Even though you see the pain and loss he endured in his eyes and the fine lines around his eyes, he’s still the most attractive man you ever met. 

“Please, let us talk, Y/N. I know you’ll not believe me, but I never forget about you. And I never forgave myself for hurting you deeply,” he whispers, lips pressing against your temple.

“I can’t talk to you, Sam. Do you know how I felt? Do you?” you cry, tears on your cheeks. “In the first weeks I-I felt like-“ you choke out a sob, shaking your head when Sam tells you he’s sorry again.

“Y/N,” he whispers, voice deeper than you remember. You missed Sam grew out of his insecurities and became a man. He’s no longer the boy he used to be when you still were a thing. “Give me the chance to talk to you, please. Dean, he would be happy to see you too.”

“Back then all I could do was to leave and still, you affect me. I wake up in the morning and I feel like I'm missing something. I know that there's something not right, and it takes me a while to remember what it is... then I remember. My best friend is gone. My only friend. It was silly of me to rely so much on one person." you sniff. 

“Oh, Y/N,” you hate his eyes soften and you know it’s only a matter of time Sam will try to bring you into his arms. “I should’ve never let you go. You were my best friend, the only woman I loved after I lost Jess. Please, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You were not only my lover but my family too. Do you know how lonely I was? I had no one left, no one,” crying you let Sam bring you in his arms. The pain and hurting hit you out of nowhere when you feel his warm chest press against your face. “How could you cheat on me with that corpse?”

“’m so sorry, baby girl. So sorry,” Sam curses. He thought about you now and then, never forgot about you over all those years. He believed you got over him and found love in someone else’s arms. It pained him to think about you; but seeing you like this, facing the consequences of his failure shatters his heart. “Please, let me take you to my home, show you a place where you can feel safe.”

“I never was safe, Sam. Not without you by my side. I-I got broken, beaten, and ripped apart more than once. Do you see the girl from back then in me? I don’t. She’s gone and I don’t know if I’ll ever find her again.”

“Y/N,“ Sam whispers your name, kissing your hair softly. “I found you again. Now let me help you find yourself…”

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Warnings: language, mentions of scars (burns), mentions of lightning, 

Word count: 879 words

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader 

A/N: just some plotless fluff

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The soft rumbling was something you recognized from miles away. The faint bass, rolling over the hills and valleys of St Ottery Catchpole, caught your ears. 

Despite all the enthusiastic chatter and clattering of cutlery, you recognized it. None of your other companions seemed to have noticed the shift in the atmosphere and the faint breeze that was picking up. 

After days of the scorching heat, you should have known it was bound to happen. After all, the heat never left its companion far behind. Where the sun went, so did the rain, the thunder, and the striking lightning. ⋅

"Right? I don't know what's wrong with Norberta, but she's been feisty lately. The other day, I almost turned into dinner," Charlie laughed. Subconsciously he rubbed his left arm, littered with scars. He rocked a new fresh, shiny burn on his forearm.

"Have you ever tried to not let it get so far? After all, I don't think any dragon is waiting for you as dinner," Fred smirked slightly, taking another bite of Molly's infamous potatoes.

"For the record, Frederic, they should be honored to have me as their dinner."

The Weasley siblings never failed to make you chuckle or laugh, whether you wanted to or not. The so-called ‘Weasley charm’, as George repeatedly called it. It was something all the Weasleys possessed: a charming personality that worked miraculously. With the twins, it came in handy when trying to talk their way out of everything.

"Charles-" Molly started, a detectable glimmer in her eyes, the beginning of a  smile tugging on the corners of her mouth.

The moment the second oldest Weasley was named, a flash lit up the late-night sky. A cloud-to-ground lightning bolt struck the ground with such a force the glasses shook. There was a collective moment of absolute silence among the Weasley family, shocked to see nature react in such a violent way. 

You looked around, stunned for a little too long as you could feel the electricity dance around you, the hair on the back of your neck standing up. 

"Come on! We don't want to wait for a re-strike," Ginny snapped everyone out of their thoughts, running towards the Burrow in a hurry.

An audible gasp left your mouth as you felt the first drops of water fall down on your skin. Your eyes averted upwards, the sky significantly darker than mere 10 minutes ago. Heaven cried out as George swiftly grabbed you by the hand, dragging you to seek shelter.

The earth shook under the heavy thunder crashing down upon the dilapidated home. Someone slammed the door shut, blocking out the howling wind and pouring water as they gathered their breath.

"The food is unsalvageable," Charlie muttered under his breath, wet locks framing his face.

Ron made his way over to the window, disappointedly looking outside. "Such a waste of those potatoes," he moaned, his shoulders slumping before he turned around. He leaned against the windowsill, lifting the cup of tea he managed to take with him to his mouth.

"No use in standing around here and waiting for the rain to subside. Let's just go our separate ways," Molly sighed, a hint of disappointment clouding her face.

George's hand clasped around your wrist, gently tugging on it while his eyes hinted towards the stairs. You suppressed a soft chuckle but followed him regardless. George loved the rain, loved the clashing of lightning, and the deep bass of thunder. The sound of rain as a lullaby, lulling him to a peaceful sleep as you thread through his hair. It was a routine at this point.

At Hogwarts, if he wasn't sneaking off to see the thunder engulf the Astronomy Tower, he loved spending the nights with you. Head on your lap, staring up at the ceilings, listening to the rain, and your voice as you read in a random book. He never made it past the first few pages, but it was a routine nonetheless.

The two of you hurried off to his bedroom, laughing as George, eager as he is, tumbled over his own feet. He threw open the door to his old bedroom, plopping on the bed, before rummaging through the drawers to find the book you had once gifted him. 

"Got it!" he exclaimed, turning to you with a grin as he plucked a pillow from his bed. He handed you the book excitedly, waiting for you to take place on the bed. You looked at the book in your hands, hands tracing the title as you smiled slightly. Pride and Prejudice. 

"Never took you for a romance kind of reader," you smiled. 

"It was gifted by a particularly special person.”

You shook your head slightly, your hand moving his hair out of his face as he laid his head on your lap. His eyes instinctively closing, a faint smile on his lips. You pressed a swift kiss to his forehead before flipping to the first page.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged  that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." 

George suppressed a snort, eyes fluttering open. "I regret to inform you, sweetheart, I'm not in possession of a good fortune, but I am looking for that partner." 

“George-"

"And I found them already". 

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Careless

Fred Weasley x Reader

This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.

Prompts: 13, 19 & 23

"I'm so happy and not at all jealous."/"We had a deep and meaningful relationship/What was their last name?"/"I thought it mattered what I said or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be."

Warnings: Swearing. War Scene - blood & injury. Angsty.

Y/n was trouble with a capital T. She was daring, confident, snarky and a massive Quidditch fan. In other words; she were Fred Weasleys perfect woman.

But it's not what you think, they were just friends. Chaotic, hell raising, perfect-for-each-other friends.

With the Twins and y/n around Hogwarts it were remarkable the Castle were still standing. But not for their lack of trying. After an especially careless prank, which left the Gryffindor Common Room with a new window, it's safe to say the threesome were there for one another through thick and thin.

Pranks however, weren't the only area in which Y/n, and Fred for that matter, were careless.

Both had the tendency to be rather frivolous in romantic relationships. It seemed like every other week the pair had a new partner on their arm. George liked to joke that, of all the people left in their age group, the only people they hadn't 'had a round' with were each other. The rumours, jokes or insults to character never bothered them though. They were young and weren't looking for anything serious - so what's the harm in having a little fun? That was y/ns reasoning anyway. It had been Freds as well...in the beginning. Until he were struck with a rather bracing realisation.

The reason why he rushed so fast into new relationships without a care wasn't so much 'for the fun of it' or genuine interest in the other, but denial. He were running and burying his head in the sand, or rather the bedsheets - as it were, to distract himself from the very chilling reality that he was desperately, hopelessly and unequivocally in love with his best friend. With y/n.

So after that particularly bitter pill to swallow, Fred's relations became a means to an end. A means of getting over her. Of finding someone to replace her.

It never worked, of course, because no other girl was her. No one made him laugh or smile like her. Nor did anyone get his heart racing like she did.

He did everything he could to bury his feelings; under piles of work, copious amounts of alcohol and an abundance of meaningless sex, and it genuinely seemed to be working...until the War came.

That walk into the Great Hall after the initial Battle is one Fred would never forget.

The smell; of death and destruction. The way his body ached and longed to rest.

Slowly limping through the destroyed arched doorway, accompanied by Percy - who's shoulders he'd drapped an arm across seeking support. They were talking with one another, throwing around light-hearted brotherly insults here and there, which helped keep Freds mind off the immense pain surging through his leg at the time, small smiles adorning their faces.

That's when they heard it.

A blood curdling scream. One of pure agony.

Their eyes shot directly to the source, on the far side of the room - where all the Weasleys were gathered around a body. A girls.

Arthur was holding tight onto Molly as she sobbed uncontrollably. Ron stood on the outskirts pale and afraid, while Bill and Charlie had a hold of Ginny in attempt to shield her. Fred's gaze flickered to where he saw George had knelt beside the body.

He was gripping one of her hands as his other tried desperately to keep her still on the floor while she writhed and cried out in pain.

She were covered in blood as Madam Pomfrey worked frantically to mend the severe wounds in her abdomen, where shards of debris protruded from her flesh.

The cry had been caused from the extraction of a particularly large shard, of what Fred didn't know.

George was running a tender hand over y/ns head, gently stroking her hair and the sides of her face as he whispered soothing sounds and comforting words in her ear.

Fred didn't know how long he'd stood there, staring in shock, he'd felt petrified - numb to everything but the fear coursing through his veins. Till suddenly his feet were moving.

A first painful step, which nearly crippled him, was followed by an equally sore but determined second. Then a third, and before he knew it he was running. Sprinting as fast as he could regardless of the pain it inflicted, nothing could stop him from reaching her side.

Barging past friends and family members he collapsed on Georges otherside. Eyes raking the ever paling and blood covered woman laid before him. George was shaking as he looked to his brother with tear-filled eyes but Freds stare was unwavering.

Somehow mustering the strength he spoke the only words playing through his mind, "What can I do?" His eyes never left y/ns wound, above which Pomfreys hands hovered as she worked.

"Fred?" Y/n cried through deep breaths, her head turning to the side in an attempt to see him. "I'm here, Sweetheart." He placed a hand to her knee. Her eyes were screwed tight shut as she threw her head back against the hard, cold floor. Tears parted tracks through the thick dust and muck plastered to her cheeks as she clenched her jaw inhaling sharply as the next piece of debris was removed - a relatively small piece in comparison to the earlier one. George continued to soothe his friend as Pomfrey instructed Fred on what to do.

They wished everything had gotten better from there. That after they successfully removed all the debris and stopped the blood from further pouring from her body that she'd been able to recover simply. But news only seemed to get worse once they reached St Mungo's.

She'd fallen into a coma. Y/n had suffered severe internal injuries and the Healers never held out much hope that she'd survive.

Y/n always was full of surprises.

She'd come out of her coma and began showing signs she could yet make a recovery. No one could have possibly anticipated the day healers would begin talk of rehab. They considered it a miracle she were even breathing.

Naturally the Twins were there every step of the way. Especially Fred. There were whole nights, even before she'd regained consciousness, where he'd spend every minute by her bedside. Nights he'd spend working tirelessly in the shops office to perfect ideas they'd concocted to help ease and enhance y/ns physical therapy. Inventions that worked so well Healers from all over were lining up to get their hands on, after seeing how successful y/ns recovery were as a direct result of their products. Hell, most days you couldn't even tell she'd been through a war - her scars the only physical reminder, to the untrained eye.

There were no doubt left in Freds body after that. He loved her with every part of his soul and that was never going to change, and so his involvement in the dating scene became virtually non-existent.

Y/ns on the other hand...well some things don’t change.

She was given a second chance and wasn't about to waste it worrying about what 'could' have happened. Life were too short for that. She did, however, start keeping an eye out for 'Mr/Mrs Right' during her rendezvous'.

Fred tried his hardest to be supportive. Opting rather to love her from the sidelines than risk hurting their relationship by getting his hands dirty and playing the game. After Y/ns most recent conquest however his happy facade may officially be waning.

It was just past sunset in Diagon Alley and so Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, much like all the other stores, were going through their nightly closing routine.

Fred was working through the registers whilst, much to his dismay, George were left to the Twins least favourite chore - cleaning and restocking the store.

That's when the front door burst open.

"Evening, Boys!" Y/n announced happily as she strode into the store. "Fred! I told you to lock the door, lest the riff-raff barge in!" George called jokingly over the railing of the second floor. Fred couldn't help but smile, not looking up from the task at hand "My mistake!". Y/n scowled up at George as she hopped onto the front desk, "Like that could keep me out." Leaning over the counter top she placed a kiss to Freds cheek, "Heya Freddie". He looked to her, instantly finding himself on cloud nine, and leant casually onto the counter to speak with her. "Hey, Lovely. How was your day?" "Oh, I am so glad you asked!" Y/n said beaming as she clapped her palms against her knees, kicking one leg atop the other. "It was fantastic!" "Do tell." George spoke, decending the stair case, "What's 'fantastic's name?" He goaded.

Y/n glared at him playfully, "Think you have me all worked out do you?" "You know we do." Fred interjects. "Can read you like a book, Darling. You've got not secrets from us"

"Especially after our little incident during rehab, when I had to help you in the shower." George added with a teasing brow, this causing y/n to scrunch her nose. "Okay, George, that's talking about it when we agreed never to talk about it!" The Twins laughed at her embarrassed expression. "Anyway, 'fantastic's name is Mason."

Fred swallowed thickly at the news of, yet another, romantic partner but still he suppressed his distaste as he normally would.

The next 30 minutes or so were spent listening to y/ns retelling of how she met, Mason. About how great they made her feel. Fred couldn't help but envy the way the mere thought of them had y/n biting her lip in attempt to suppress a giddy smile. He'd give anything for her to look that way while thinking about him.

Fred had been quiet through most of the conversation, untrusting of his own voice not to give away his utter disdain at the news. Still he smiled when he should and convincingly feigned interested as she spoke. It wasn't until she began talking about her date, tonight, with them that he finally spared himself the heartache and stopped listening.

Later that evening, Fred was trying hard to keep himself occupied with thoughts on anything but the date the love of his life currently found herself on. As George and he just finished their own meal he'd taken to determinately cleaning the dishes piled within their sink - whilst George dried, a small habit the two fell into thanks to years of Molly putting the pair on dish duty after meals.

Unknowingly to Fred, he'd been uncharacteristically quiet for the whole evening. Something his brother had not failed to notice. "So..." he began breaking the long running silence of the night, "y/n seems pretty bent on this new bloke doesn't she?" "Mmm" "Never know this one may even last" George let out a breathy laugh as he prodded Fred's shoulder with his elbow, watching carefully for his reaction.

George wasn't stupid. He knew exactly how Fred felt, well before the night of the battle.

Fred's eyebrows quirked, lips parting as he clicked his jaw, visibly unsettled by his Twins topic of discussion.

"You okay, Freddie?" "Yeah. No, they sound great. Absolutely perfect. He's bloody 'Mr Fantastic'" His voice was laced with attitude and sarcasm as he spoke.

Finishing washing the final glass Fred throws the dish sponge against the back wall of the sink harder than intended in his frustration. "Easy there mate, get you're not happy but don't take your jealousy out on the poor bloody sponge" George picks it up from where it'd landed, mockingly shielding it from his brother with an overly concerned expression. "What are you on about?" Fred sneered defensively, "I'm so happy and not at all jealous."

"Sure you are" George replied with a look which read 'really?' "Yeah no, I get it. I'd be fine too if the girl I fancied was out on a date with some other bloke." He shrugged nonchalantly as he walked back to the living room, lounging comfortably across their sofa.

Fred looked to his brother as if he'd grown another head. "Don't give me that look. We both know I know." George rolled his eyes. "Well then tell me, oh wise and all-knowing Brother" Fred bowed mockingly, "what would you do in my situation?" He walked over with an expectant brow, perching himself of the sofas opposite arm rest.

"Oh, I dunno...maybe confess to the poor girl." "You say that like it's the simplest thing in the world." "It is, Freddie." "No. No it's not, whatever this is it's not simple." "It won't get any easier if you don't try. Here look I'll help you" George sat up eagerly, leaning against the back of the couch. "You be you, I'll be- don't give me that look. I'll be y/n. Tell me what you'd say to her." "This is stupid" Fred rolled his eyes. "Don't be a prat, just...go. I won't judge." "Right, cause that sounds like you." "Fred-" George warned. "Fiiiine!" He groaned which only caused his brother to smile cockily, satisfied he finally got what he wants.

Fred looked at his brother who flicked his hair and batted his eyelashes dramatically. There's no way he can do this looking at him. Rolling his eyes again he looked away with a scoff, contemplating all the things he'd say to y/n if he had the courage to.

"Well?..." "I don't know. I don't know what'd I'd say to her or where to start, I've never thought about it." "Maybe it's time you start thinking about it Freddie." George clapped him on the leg as he stood from his place on the couch.

He were half way to his bedroom before stopping, having just faintly heard the words whispered after him...

"I love her, Georgie." George smiles sadly to himself, only just turning his head he murmurs a reply. "Tell her that."

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The store was closed for the day and Fred had choose to have a rather uneventful night in, and so he sat on the end of the sofa reading the paper hoping for product inspiration to strike. George on the other hand were getting ready to go out for the night when came a rhythmic knock on the flat door. No need to ask who it were as they let themselves in, per usual.

"Hello, Boys" y/n bounded into the apartment, flopping casually onto their couch with her head in Freds lap.

He lifted the paper into one hand to better see her smiling face looking cheekily back up at him. His own fond and loving smile shown back. "Hey, Freddie" "Hey, Gorgeous." "HELLO, GEORGE?" She shouted listening intently for his response, "YEAH YEAH, Hello freeloader!" He yells back causing her smile to grow.

"You seem awfully happy, have a good day?" Fred asks as he begins to softly run his hands through y/ns hair out of a developed habit from all their late nights at Hogwarts. "Yeah it was good, just went out with Mason. We had a nice time but I'm just happy to be here with you losers." "Losers? How flattering" George calls from his bedroom. "Oh" at the mention of y/ns partner, Fred puts an end to his hands actions. Turning his attention pointedly back to the paper he'd been reading previously. "And how is 'Mr Fantastic'?" He sneers. "Yeah great...I think. I don't know, he sorta got carried away talking about work. Barely got a word in myself." Y/n chuckles fakely. Sensing her pent up reservations Fred can't help but resume his earlier actions, stroking her hair, but still his eyes stay on the page in front of him. Even if he can't seem to read a single word - too focused on the warmth y/ns body provides pressed against his. Wishing this were how he could spend every night, wrapped up on the couch with her in his arms.

"Alright, children!" George emerges from his bedroom, "I'm off. Don't destroy the place while I'm gone." "Oh that's right!" Y/n sits up excitedly to peer over the back of the sofa. "Tonights the big date" she rests her chin atop her arms as they fold over the backrest looking to George as he collects his wallet and keys. "That's right, Dearest." He ruffles her hair as he strides past to the door, "You're not the only one around here who goes out." He winks before leaving, a quick 'behave!' Called over his shoulder.

Y/n lays back down across Freds lap with a warm smile on her lips. "So...what do you wanna do tonight?"

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Fred was quietly thankful for George being out of the apartment for the night, the quality time spent with y/n were more than he could possibly ask for. It felt like being back in school, when they'd sneak to the Lake or Astronomy tower past curfew.

They were currently sat on the lounge room floor; a bottle of firewiskey and several stolen sweets from George's stash, scattered in front of them.

"I can't believe you just called me a slag!" Fred shouts as y/n laughed loudly. "W-well it's true." She shrugged, speaking through poorly restrained giggles. "Need I remind you of your time spent with Alice?" "Hey! We had a deep, and meaningful relationship." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah!" "What was her last name?" Freds mouth opened in retort before swiftly closing. Eyes blankly scanning the room in search of the answer before realising he didn't have one. He nodded and shrugged in acknowledgement. "Point taken. Not that you're one to judge" he chuckled, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey before offering it to her. "Also true." Y/n accepted.

"When was the last time you waited until the third date?" "Honestly?" "No. Lie to me." Y/n rolled her eyes at his question. "Katie Bell." "Noooo...in 6th year?" "Yeah. Go on then, when was the last time you didn't just give it up?" "What, 'Honestly'?" "No. Lie to me." Fred threw an every flavour bean at her for the mockery. "Okay...Mr Fantastic." "Noooo..." "yeah." "I don't believe you." "What!? Why?" "Because you're whipped by the bloke! Surprised he even made it to a first date- OW! Hey, chocolate frogs are NOT for throwing!"

Neither were sure how this odd game of confessions began, perhaps somewhere around the half way mark on their bottle of Whiskey, but the embarrassing dirty little secrets they'd begun to reveal to one another had them both in hysterics as a result.

"So, why not?" "I dunno he just...hasn't got me feeling that way, ya know? Like, he's great, and we have a good time together - I guess. But it's not like this" she guestured between herself and Fred, who was listening intently. "I can't seem to relax and just be myself around him. He doesn't get me laughing till it hurts. Or make me feel safe and comfortable." Fred's lips parted slightly at her words, eyes dancing hopefully back and forth between hers which seemed to hold the same emotion his did in that moment. Was it possible she felt the same way?

"Or ya know, something less sappy." She chuckled, taking a drink from the Whiskey bottle and turning away from him. Whatever moment he'd felt was gone, and reality set in with the familiar bitter pill settling in his mouth which he refused to swallow.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the disappointment that began to creep in. Over her comparison, in wanting someone like him, but in the end, not him. Never him. A sharp breath left him before speaking, "Yeah, well, I ah- I have work in the morning so I'd best call it a night." He avoided eye contact as he stood from his spot on the floor, all joints painfully stiff from the lack of movement.

Y/n was shocked by his abrupt change in attitude. He were no longer smiling, and there was an edge to his voice which wasn't there moments ago.

"Woah, wait...what just happened here? I thought we were having a good time." "We were" y/n stood, taking a tentative step towards him "So, what changed?" "Nothing"

"Fred? Come on, sit back down...please?" She grabbed one of his hands holding it close to her chest as she pouted at him. For a second Fred caught himself smiling at her antics. But only for a second. He shook his head, pulling his hand back from hers and stressfully running it through his hair.

"I can't, love." "Can't what?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. "I just can't sit there and listen to you talk about us; me and him." He snapped looking away from her. "Why? What's that have t-"

"Because I'm fucking in love with you!" Fred shouted, turning back to y/n in anger. "I'm in love with you and sitting there listening to you talk about how I make you feel safe - and how you wish it were him - it's ripping my fucking heart out y/n! But I'm stuck. Because I can't move on but I can't have you. So I just sit here like an idiot, watching you jump from one relationship to another, waiting- hoping that you'll care. I keep hanging onto moments - like right there - thinking there may be the slightest chance you might feel the same way. But you don't. And I can't do it anymore...so don't ask me to."

"Fred-" "I think you should go." "No, Fred I-" "Please! Go."

Y/n stood in place, staring in shock as her body seemed reluctant to move. She were petrified - numb to everything, but the fear swimming within her blood. What would happen if she walked out that door. Would he ever let her back in, or was this it? What if she leaves and loses him forever - and he never knew...

She drew a shaking breath that seemed to give a modicum of control back over her body. Her eyes flickered over the expanse of the boys flat. It were always so cheerful and warm - so why did she feel so cold? Her body trembled as her feet began to move, each step more painful than the last.

As she opened the door every nerve screamed for her to turn back around. Her head turned to the side, mouth falling dry and lips parting to speak though no words came. But the tears did. Rolling sadly down her cheeks as the door sealed shut behind her.

She was gone.

Fred fell to the couch. Any strength that were holding him from the ground disappearing as she did. Slouched over his knees, elbows digging into his thighs whilst he ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a heavy breath, a small relief spreading in his chest from the weight that'd been lifted. But mostly all that came was pain and tears from the heartache he'd tried so hard to shield himself from for all these years.

There's no telling how long he sat there, furiously rubbing at his eyes as the tears refused to stop falling. Not till the familiar crack of apparation reached his ears could he fully hold himself high again. George couldn't see him like this, he wouldn't let him.

With the creaking of the front doors hinges Fred stood, clearing his throat and running a final hand across his puffy, tear stained cheeks. "You're back early, what'd happen you strike out?" He joked, turning only to be met with the equally teary eyes of y/n. Although hers held something else as well - anger. Fred felt cold. What was she doing back here?

"Where do you get the nerve?" She snapped. Freds expression screwed between a mixture of insult and confusion. "Don't you dare, for a second, think you know how I feel." "I do." "No. No you don't! Otherwise you would have realised that I fucking love you too!" "W-what?"

"You think you're the only one? That after all these years together; after all those nights in the Astronomy tower. After all those days you spent by my side as I laid dying in that hospital bed. After all your time spent healing me; that I haven't fallen in love with you?"

"Well...well WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?" "WHY DIDN'T YOU!?"

Freds mouth was open but no words were coming. He let out a defeated breath, leaning against the back of the sofa as the weight of everything set in.

"...when?" "I don't know when I fell. Only when I realised. Guess that was the only good thing to come from that evil, pink bitch being around." Y/n chuckled sadly.

"THEN!? you knew then?" "After your first detention. I bandaged your hand and we spent the night together in the common room. You fell asleep in my lap, that's...that's when I knew."

This was all so overwhelming. So much for the quiet night in. Fred stared fixedly at a point on the side wall in thought, lightly shaking his head, unsure of exactly how he felt or what to do. This was everything he'd ever wanted to hear and that scared him a little bit.

"Look, I didn't say anything because you mean too much to me to ever risk jeopardising what we had and I- I could never find the words to..." Y/n swallowed thickly as all emotion caught in her throat. Taking his hand tightly in hers she tried to ground herself within the moment. The action turning Freds gaze back to hers.

"I thought it mattered what I said, or when I said it. Then I realised, all that matters is that you make me happier than I ever thought I could be. I never want to lose that and if you’ll let me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel the same way. All you have to do is just tell me; what do you want?"

Fred watched as the tears welled within y/ns eyes the longer she spoke, he wondered how they ever managed to be so goddamn obliviously stupid, that neither realised.

A soft smile crept across his lips as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "All I've ever wanted...is you." Y/ns whole body relaxed at his words, head falling in relief. Looking back into his eyes she bit her lip to suppress a giddy, lovestruck, smile.

"You've always had me."

[hexmione]

The Quidditch World Cup and The Dark Mark - Fred Weasley Series Part 2

A/N: I really should be doing my school work but I was struck with inspiration and I decided to write part 2 to this Fred Weasley series! This might be a little dramatic but I hope you enjoy. This part is also quite long... Nevertheless, I still hope you enjoy. 

This is Part 2 of my Fred Weasley x Reader series! Here is the link to the FIRST chapter “Journey to the Quidditch World Cup - Fred Weasley Series Part 1”

Description: (Y/N) Potter experiences rising anger levels at the Quidditch World Cup, but nothing would prepare her for how she would feel after. 

Warnings: A tiny curse word! 

Word Count: 2,708

Date Posted: September 10th, 2020 

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You, Harry and Hermione, worked out where the pegs and poles of the tents would go. Once you finished, you were sure that these looked like regular muggle tents.

There was no doubt that once Bill, Charlie, and Percy arrived, there would be no room for all eleven of you. You noticed that Hermione and Harry were having the same thought process.

The three of you shared a quizzical look as Mr. Weasley crawled into the tent, “We’ll be a bit cramped,” he called, “but I think we’ll all squeeze in. Come and have a look.”

You and Harry ducked down and made your way into the tent - you shared a look of astonishment. You had walked into what looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen. You scrunched your nose, oddly enough, there was a strong smell of cats.

You left Harry with the rest of the Weasleys and joined Hermione and Ginny in the tent you three would be staying in.

"Hey! How come your tent doesn't smell like cats?" Ron complained as he entered your tent.

You, Hermione, and Ginny let out a laugh at his misfortune. Ron rolled his eyes, "Hermione, (Y/N), Dad wants us to go find some water while he the others are going to find firewood"

"Firewood? Why can't Dad just light the oven?" Ginny asked.

"That's what I said!" Ron exclaimed, "He said something about anti-Muggle security."

---

You, Harry, Hermione, and Ron set off across the campsite with kettles and saucepans. You were amazed at how many witches and wizards there were in the world.

The four of you began to walk in pairs, Hermione and Ron in the front, you and Harry in the back.

"Harry," you said.

"Hm?" Harry hummed, turning to you.  

"What were you and the boys talking about?" You asked, "Right after Cedric left."

Harry flushed, "Nothing. It doesn't matter."

You rolled your eyes, "You're lying."

"No! I'm not!" Harry exclaimed.

"Harry, you seemed upset," you said softly. You made sure to give him the best puppy-dog eyes you could manage. Over the years, you had been able to get anything out of Harry by using that one look.

You smirked as Harry groaned, "You know I hate it when you do that, (Y/N)."

"Are you going to tell me now?" You asked.

"It was nothing, (Y/N)! It was just something George said about Fred."

Your smirk instantly fell, "What about Fred? Are you upset with Fred? Is everything okay?" you asked, wringing your hands.

"I know that you're close to Fred and George, but why are you so concerned?" Harry asked with his brows furrowed.

"I'm not! I just-"

"Do you fancy him?" Harry asked abruptly, cutting you off.

"No!" You said, waving your hands. You felt your face flush.

"Yes, you do!" Harry exclaimed, "I know when you're lying, (Y/N)."

"Harry!" You hissed, "I don't fancy Fred!"

Once you said that, you watched as Harry's face drained of color, "You and Fred. Fred and you."

"What? Harry, what are you on about?" You asked, your face still feeling hot.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Harry said, sounding stern.

Before you could respond, green clouded your vision, "Er — is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?” said Ron. You had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, oddly shaped hillocks had sprouted out of the earth. Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open.  From behind the four of you, you heard your names.

"Harry! Ron! Hermione! (Y/N)!"

It was Seamus Finnigan, your fellow Gryffindor fourth year. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best friend, Dean Thomas, also of Gryffindor.

Before the four of you went to join them, Harry pulled you back, "We'll talk about this later."

You rolled your eyes, you knew your brother could be dramatic at times, but this was completely unnecessary, "I thought you said it was nothing!"

"It is," Harry said as he walked ahead to join Dean and Seamus.

Hermione gave you a look, you rolled your eyes and mouthed, "I'll tell you later."

She nodded in understanding as you all joined Seamus and Dean.

---

“You won’t be getting anything for Christmas,” Harry told Ron, thrusting Omnioculars into Ron and Hermione’s hands. “For about ten years, mind.”

You laughed, "I hope you both know that he's lying."

Your money bags considerably lighter, you went back to the tents. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr. Weasley was carrying an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold.

You made your way to Fred and George, "What in Merlin's name possessed you to give ALL of your gold to Bagman?" you asked in a hushed whisper.

"That, my sweet (Y/N), is for us to know, and for you to find out," George replied with a cheeky grin.

You looked at Fred for a moment and wrung your hands together. You hadn't spoken to Fred since Cedric left, "Fred, can we - can I-"

A deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, cutting you off. At once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field. “It’s time!” said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. “Come on, let’s go!”

---

"Here’s Lucius!” Fudge called. You weren't paying attention to his schpeel about you and Harry to the Bulgarian minister.

You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione quickly turned around. Right behind you and the Weasleys were no doubt the Malfoy family. You almost laughed at Draco's mother, as she was wearing a look that suggested there was a nasty smell under her nose.

There was a tense moment between Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy. You remembered the fight they had in Flourish and Blott's right before you and Harry's second year.

“Good lord, Arthur,” Mr. Malfoy said softly. “What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn’t have fetched this much?”

You scowled, "And who did you have to threaten, Mr. Malfoy?" You replied in a harsh whisper.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry turned to you quickly. Hermione gripped your wrist as a warning. Mr. Malfoy's cold gray eyes looked you up and down, "Ah, the Potter twin. Draco has told me a lot about you," he said as his lip curled.

Fudge, who wasn’t listening, said, “Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He’s here as my guest.”

Mr. Malfoy shot you a smug grin as he turned and stared Hermione. Hermione, who had turned pink, stared right back at him. You knew what he was thinking. You knew what people like the Malfoy family thought of witches and wizards of Muggle descent.

You felt the strong urge to spit on him right then and there, but Mr. Malfoy wouldn't dare say anything in the presence of the Minister of Magic.

Draco gave you, Harry, Ron, and Hermione a scornful look before settling himself between his mother and father.

"I could feel the anger coming off of you," Harry whispered.

"What?" You replied.

"It felt like you wanted to spit on him," Harry answered with a grin.

"I did," you said, "How did you know?"

Harry shrugged, "I just knew."

---

"He was about to jump from the box!" Hermione told you as you were all back in the tent, "I had to pull him back into his seat!"

"What are you guys talking about?" Harry said as he and Ron entered the girls' tent. 

"How bloody stupid you two are!" Ginny exclaimed. 

"You almost killed yourselves over some Veelas!" you added on. You weren't as upset as you made yourself out to be, but you enjoyed watching the boys squirm. 

"It wasn't our fault!" Ron complained, "They're just so..." Ron trailed off with a dreamy look on his face. 

"Ugh!" Hermione said with disgust, "Get out! Go to bed!" Hermione stood up from her bed and pushed the boys out. She groaned as she fell back on to her bed. 

You and Ginny shared a knowing look as Hermione sat back up, "Anything you would like to tell us, 'Mione?" you said with a smirk. 

"Hush!" Hermione said, "And don't act like you weren't upset when Fred was acting the same way!" 

"Hey!" you said in protest, your face already feeling warm. 

Ginny, who found this exchange absolutely hilarious, was rolling around her bed, laughing, and clutching her stomach. 

"Oi! And you!" you said, staring pointedly at Ginny, "you looked as red as your hair when Hermione had to pull Harry down from the ledge of the box." 

Ginny suddenly stopped laughing, and all three of you stared at each other in silence, all with red faces. 

It only took a moment before you all began to laugh at your foolishness. The three of you were extremely close, seeing as you were surrounded by boys all the time. You loved your brother and the Weasley boys, but you, Hermione, and Ginny understood each other in a way the boys couldn't. 

"Shall we go to bed?" Hermione asked. 

You and Ginny nodded, suddenly feeling very tired. 

Three "goodnight's" rang out through your tent. Hermione turned off the light, and you succumbed to the sensual temptation of sleep. 

---

"Get up! (Y/N), Hermione, Ginny, wake up!" Mr. Weasley's frantic yells quickly roused you out of your sleep.

" ’S’ matter?" Ginny mumbled. 

"No time! Grab your coats and shoes and meet the boys outside!" 

You, Hermione, and Ginny quickly did as you were told. You knew something was wrong from the way Mr. Weasley sounded. 

You rushed out of the tent, pulling a coat over your nightdress. You placed a hand over your mouth in horror as you saw a small Muggle child, who was spinning like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side.  

Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the tent, fully dressed with their wands out, "We’re going to help the Ministry!” Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!"

They sprinted off, Mr. Weasley quickly on their heels. 

"C’mon," said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the woods. You, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. You all looked back as you reached the trees. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was larger than ever; you could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the Roberts family fall.

As you walked in a tight group, Ron yelled in pain. 

"What happened?" said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that you and Harry walked into her. "Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid — lumos!"

"I tripped over a tree root," Ron mumbled angrily. 

"With those big oaf feet you have, it'll be hard not to."

You, Harry, Hermione, and Ron turned. Next to you was Draco Malfoy, leaning smugly on a tree. 

"Fuck off," Ron snapped. 

“Language, Weasley,” said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. “Hadn’t you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn’t like her spotted, would you?”

His attention was directed at Hermione, "What’s that supposed to mean?" said Hermione defiantly.

You were gripping your wand so tight, you were sure that your knuckles were turning white. 

"Granger, they’re after Muggles," said Malfoy. "D’you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around... they’re moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh." 

"Shut up, Malfoy!" you snarled.

"Hermione is a witch," your brother snapped. Just as he could feel the anger radiating off of you before, you could feel it radiating off of him now.

You decided to leave Hermione, Ron, and Harry and catch up with Fred, George, and Ginny. Hopefully, the trio would follow as you left.

When you reached the twins and Ginny, Ginny was the first to notice you.

"Oh, (Y/N)!" She cried in relief. She flung herself on you and gave you a tight hug, her face was red and splotchy as if she had been crying. 

"We thought we lost you!" George said as he joined you and Ginny, "Fred was just about to go out of his mind." 

Fred silently joined you and looked around, "Where are Harry, Ron, and Hermione?" he asked. 

"What do you mean?" you said, "They're right here..." you turned around, and all you saw was the path you came. You assumed that once you left, the other three would follow you. 

It was like your world had come crashing down. Harry and Hermione would be targeted, Ron being a pureblood would only do so much. Ron, Hermione, and Harry were practically defenseless. 

You detangled yourself from Ginny, "I-I have to go," you managed to stutter. 

"What? Are you mad?" Fred snapped. 

"I have to find them! They're not safe!" you cried. Ginny took a step back next to George. 

Fred moved forward, "You won't be safe if you leave! If you haven't noticed, you're (Y/N) bloody Potter! You're a target too!"

"Oh, so now that I'm in danger you want to speak to me! Fred Weasley, you have been cold to me this entire trip! I don't know what has gotten your wand in a knot, and I don't care! You are not the boss of me, and I will leave and find my brother if I please!" You yelled. You were furious.

"Well, I need to keep you safe!" Fred exclaimed. His face was flushed with anger, and you were sure your face looked the same way.

"You aren't a bloody hero! And I don't need protection!" You shot back. You turned to walk back into the woods but you felt Fred's arm snake around your waist. 

"What are you doing! Let go of me!" You yelled. You were on the verge of tears at this point. Your brother and best friends were in unimaginable danger, and you couldn't help them. Harry was the only family you had left. Of course, you had your godfather, Remus, and you had your uncle, Sirius, but Harry was different. Harry was your brother.

"(Y/N), please, darling," Fred whispered in your ear. You had started to cry, heartbreaking cries that left bystanders cold and aching for loved ones they had been separated from. George and Ginny watched. Ginny, with tears, slowly running down her face, and George, with his face stoic, gripping on to his sister's hand tightly.

You and Fred sunk down to the ground, your face still hot and sticky with sweat and tears. You couldn't accept defeat, you needed to find your brother and the rest of your friends. 

You pried Fred's arms off your waist and quickly stood up, "I'm sorry, Freddie. I have to go." 

Fred looked up at you in shock from the floor. You didn't give a second thought as you quickly took off through the woods, leaving the three Weasleys in the clearing. 

Fred stood up silently. He was still in shock. He watched the path in the woods, waiting to see if you would come back. 

When you didn't, Fred turned around and kicked the tree Ginny and George decided to sit against. He slumped next to Ginny.

"Fred," Ginny sniffled. 

"What?" Fred snapped harshly. 

"Why do you have two wands?" Ginny asked timidly. She already knew the answer, but she hoped it wasn't true.

George turned to face his twin, "Oh, Fred. You didn't."

A cold wave of fear and regret washed over Fred, "I took her wand so she wouldn't hex any of us," he said slowly.

"But-" George started. 

"Dammit!" Fred yelled, "She's out there with no wand!" 

---

Quotes from the book used: 

“We’ll be a bit cramped,” he called, “but I think we’ll all squeeze in. Come and have a look.”

“[He] had walked into what looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen.”

“Er — is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?” said Ron.”

“[They] had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, oddly shaped hillocks had sprouted out of the earth. Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open.  Then, from behind them, they heard their names” 

“It was Seamus Finnigan, [their] fellow Gryffindor fourth year. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, and his best friend, Dean Thomas, also of Gryffindor.”

“You won’t be getting anything for Christmas,” Harry told [him], thrusting Omnioculars into Ron and Hermione’s hands. “For about ten years, mind.”

“[Their] money bags considerably lighter, they went back to the tents. Bill, Charlie, and Ginny were all sporting green rosettes too, and Mr. Weasley was carrying an Irish flag. Fred and George had no souvenirs as they had given Bagman all their gold.”

“And then a deep, booming gong sounded somewhere beyond the woods, and at once, green and red lanterns blazed into life in the trees, lighting a path to the field. “

“It’s time!” said Mr. Weasley, looking as excited as any of them. “Come on, let’s go!” 

“[...] here’s Lucius!” 

“Good lord, Arthur,” he said softly. “What did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn’t have fetched this much?” 

Fudge, who wasn’t listening, said, “Lucius has just given a very generous contribution to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Arthur. He’s here as my guest.”

“smallest Muggle child, who was spinning like a top, sixty feet above the ground, his head flopping limply from side to side.”

“Bill, Charlie, and Percy emerged from the boys’ tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and their wands out. “We’re going to help the Ministry!” Mr. Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his own sleeves. “You lot — get into the woods, and stick together. I’ll come and fetch you when we’ve sorted this out!” 

“C’mon,” said Fred, grabbing Ginny’s hand and starting to pull her toward the wood. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and George followed. They all looked back as they reached the trees. The crowd beneath the Roberts family was larger than ever; they could see the Ministry wizards trying to get through it to the hooded wizards in the center, but they were having great difficulty. It looked as though they were scared to perform any spell that might make the Roberts family fall.”

“What happened?” said Hermione anxiously, stopping so abruptly that Harry walked into her. “Ron, where are you? Oh this is stupid — lumos!”

 “Language, Weasley,” said Malfoy, his pale eyes glittering. “Hadn’t you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn’t like her spotted, would you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Hermione defiantly. 

“Granger, they’re after Muggles,” said Malfoy. “D’you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around . . . they’re moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh.” 

“Hermione’s a witch,” Harry snarled. 

---

[random-imagines-blog]

Pay For It (Ron Weasley x Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2402 Summary: You’re Ron’s girlfriend and he brings you to the Burrow for the first time. Unfortunately, the other Weasleys are determined to interrupt your time together.

Time would only tell if your relationship with Ron Weasley was going to last, but you sure hoped that it would. After he had asked you to the Yule Ball, a last minute ask since clearly he and Harry were going around asking anyone they could, you two surprisingly hit it off.  The reason that it was shocking, not just to you and to him but to most of the people who knew both of you, was because he was a bit of a foolish Gryffindor while you were a shy Slytherin. He hadn’t know that you were in the Snake house when he asked, since you were in muggle attire, studying in the library, but he hadn’t backed out of the date, even when the two of you were teased mercilessly. You showed up to the Yule Ball wearing Gryffindor red to support your date, while he wore - well, clothes that smelt like his aunt apparently, and you two managed to have a great time. Fast forward past the sitting together every lunch, study sessions with Hermione (who never seemed to like you), watching him and Harry play Wizards chess (he didn’t trust you but was friendly enough), and you were preparing to go to the Burrow for the very first time.

“Are you sure you know where you are going, dear?” Your mother asked, putting a spell on your suitcase so it wouldn’t be as heavy.

“And that you’ll send an owl when you get there safe and sound?” Your father said, pulling your coat around your shoulders despite the Summer heat.

“Yes, and yes,” You nodded, feeling thankful that you had such loving parents despite the fact that they were a bit overbearing. You were fourteen and off to spend some time at your first boyfriend’s house. You were lucky they were letting you go at all. You had to assure them of the fact that Ron had a large family, and you two were unlikely to be alone at any given point, let alone have the time to do anything deemed inappropriate. “I promise that I’ll be alright, besides, you said yourself that the Weasleys are good people,” You reminded them.

Your mother was a healer at St Mungoes, while your father was manager at Flourish and Blotts. Despite the fact that they both came from a family of Slytherins, they didn’t care about status and all of that, and passed it onto you. That’s why they didn’t mind that you were dating a Gryffindor, even one from a family labeled as ‘blood-traitors’, whatever that meant.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Your mother sighed, handing your luggage to you. “Remember to say the name very clearly, you don’t want to end up in the wrong place.”

“I’m not nine anymore, mum, you don’t have to worry.” You sighed, took your bag, and stepped into the large fireplace. Your father tilted the pot with the Floo Powder, and you took a heaping handful. Making sure your bag was secure, you said, “The Burrow,” confidently, then dropped the powder onto the ground. You felt a warm rush as the green flames surrounded you, but the good feeling was gone when you emerged from a smaller fireplace, nearly hitting your head against the mantle.

“There y/n is!” One of the twins grabbed your arm before you could come to your senses, and pulled you out. The other started to beat the soot off of you, though it felt like an assault.

“Ronnikins, your lover is here!” The other called up.

“A Slytherin in our own home! Should we bring out the fine china, mum?”

“Uh oh, there’s a Gryffindor scarf on the couch, better get it out of the way before y/n burns it!”

“Did you remember to wear your green underwear today Fred, just in case?”

“Oh, just piss off,” Ron, gangly with a red face said, pushing between his brothers to greet you with an embarrassed look. You slowly stepped out of the fireplace with your bag in your hands and set it down next to you. “You alright, y/n?”

“I’m fine,” You said, brushing the little bit of soot off your jacket and hurriedly took it off. It was warm inside of the house, and you certainly didn’t need it. Ron understood - from what he told you about his family, he knew what it was like to have an overbearing mother. You were looking forward to meeting her very much. “Is there somewhere that I should put my bag, and my coat?”

“Who knew Slytherin knew manners?” One twin whispered to the other.

“Who knew that a set of twins could only have one personality trait between them?” You shot back to them, getting a bit annoyed with their jokes, though you knew that it was all in jest. One of them approached you and stuck his finger in your face, and you mimed biting it off, making him laugh and pick up your bag.

“You’re alright, y/l/n.” He backed up a few steps in the direction of the hazardous-looking staircase. “I’ll take care of this. Come on Ron, be a gentleman, take the coat!”

Ron tugged the coat out of your grip, his face growing more and more red by the minute. You smiled, finding him adorable, as always. “Thank you, Ron,” You let him take it and followed him away from the twins towards a cupboard by the front door. You exhaled, excited about getting a moment alone with him so you could finally wrap your arms around him and give him the big smooch you’ve been holding in since leaving the train from Hogwarts. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening.

“I’ve got the post, Ronald,” A prissy-looking man that seemed somewhat familiar to you said, coming in through the door. “Who is this?” He looked at you with both disdain and curiosity, which was an odd mix. You recognized him though, from Hogwarts. Percy Weasley. You gave him the same look back, tilting your head in his direction.

“Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend,” Ron muttered. You didn’t take offense to his tone, you knew that he was closer to some of his brothers than others.

“Who would have though that Ron would be the first to bring a girl home, aye?” A tall young man with long hair and an earring said, coming in through the door. “I’m Bill, the oldest.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” You said with a smile, attempting to make a good first impression. At least they didn’t hear all of the things that the twins had to say. That wouldn’t have been a great start. “I think Ron was about to show me the grounds.”

“Yeah, I was going to show her the yard,” Ron corrected. Grounds was an overstatement - though they did have a large yard, it wasn’t fit to be called grounds.

“Couple gnomes out there you should try to take care of,” Bill said, walking past the three of you to get into the kitchen. “Charlie’s already started.”

“Yes, go and put some work in Ronald, it won’t hurt you.” Percy chided in, going after his brother. You watched as your boyfriend made a face behind his back, and snickered behind his hand.

“Yes, Ronald, let’s go deal with these gnomes,” You teased, slightly. Ron seemed to grow even more red, which you found to be absolutely adorable, and followed him outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, a couple clouds in the sky, but barely a breeze. Doing anything more than walking was sure to work up a sweat.

“Finally, maybe we can have a minute alone,” Ron muttered, bringing you around the side of the house.

“Why are you trying to get me alone?” You asked, curiously. Neither of you had gone beyond kissing at this point, and you were comfortable with that. You were mature enough to realize that it was too soon to go further than that at this time.

“I’d like to snog my girlfriend without my brother’s interrupting,” Ron answered. You giggled at that, and backed up against the wall of The Burrow, ready for a good kiss. Ron, tall and gangly like all of his brothers, leaned down and his lips were just about to touch yours when-

“Oi! Stop making out and come help me toss these gnomes!” A voice echoed through the yard. Ron hung his head in exasperation, and you caught a glimpse of another redhead not too far away with a big grin on his face.

“I’ve never tossed a gnome before,” You bit your lip, thinking over the idea. Ron rolled his eyes and took a step back.

“Let’s toss some gnomes then,” He sighed, clearly not happy about his time with you being constantly interrupted. You smiled widely at him, kissed him on the cheek, then went over to see yet another brother. The red hair genes in this family were so damn strong.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” You introduced yourself, standing next to the older boy, looking at the weird little creatures that were in the garden.

“Charlie. I’ve heard all about you,” He said with a big grin.

“And I’ve heard about you! You’re the Dragon brother.” You were most excited to meet Charlie out of the two oldest siblings. He sounded the most interesting. Ron was grumbling under his breath as Charlie told you stories about the dragons he worked with while the two of you cleared the lawn of the pesky little gnomes.

“I know a place we can go, come on,” Ron offered you his hand once the yardwork was done. You said a goodbye to Charlie and took his hand and followed him away from the Burrow, to a little shed-looking structure on the corner of the grounds. “This is where we keep our brooms,” He explained. “We play a lot of Quidditch around here.”

“Of course you do. The flying bug seems to have missed Percy though. I can’t imagine him on a broom, unless it’s up his backside,” You joked. Ron got a good laugh out of that, and started to fiddle with the lock.

“At least we should have a minute alone-”

The door opened and another redhead emerged from the shed with a broom tucked under her arm. You were pleased to see Ginny, who you always rather liked. She definitely fit in with the boys in her family with how strong-minded she was.

“Why does the universe hate me?” Ron whined, making you nudge him in the ribs.

“‘Ello Ginny, you alright?” You asked.

“Hi y/n! Harry brought his Firebolt so I thought I’d show him that it’s the rider who matters, not the broom. What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for a little privacy,” Ron mumbled, making you nudge him again.

“I’d get out of here then. Fred and George are joining us and will be here in a couple of minutes to get the brooms. I think the kitchen is free though, mum’s cleaning the bedrooms and dad had to pop into the Ministry,” Ginny advised.

“Thanks for the tip,” You winked. You took Ron’s hand again and walked towards the house, taking charge since your boyfriend’s mood was turning sour quickly.

“With my luck, dad’s going to floo in the second we get in there,” Ron said, slowly opening the door to the kitchen and peered inside. The coast was clear, so he brought you inside and consulted the clock, which to his pleasure did indeed say that Arthur was at work.

“And your luck is changing,” You said, draping your arms against his shoulders, clasping your hands behind his neck. “Because I think that we’re alone now.”

Ron’s lips finally brushed against yours. Tingles ran up and down your back as you realized how much you had missed this feeling. His arms wrapping you into a hug, the taste of breakfast still on his breath. This was your Ron, and you never wanted to let go. That was until there was the sound of a throat clearing.

Ron nearly jumped out of his skin at that, and pulled away from you and coughed awkwardly. “Oh, hi mum,” He said, making you blush. This was not how you wanted to meet the woman.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” A pleasant female voice rang across the room. You turned to face her shyly, and saw exactly what you had expected to see. Molly Weasley looked just like you had imagined, though she was a little plumper. She had a kind face, a kind voice, a quirky sense of style - and most of all, she looked like a Weasley.

“I can introduce myself,” You said with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you Molly, I’m y/n. Thanks so much for inviting me to your home for the next couple of days.”

Clearly, she had been briefed by Fred and George over the fact that you were a Slytherin, because your politeness took her by surprise. But she covered that up with a big smile and held her arms open for a hug.

“I’m so happy to meet you! Oh, Ron has just told us all sorts of things,” She said, enveloping you in her arms. She smelled of lemon cleaning products, but without the harsh smell of chemicals. It was as delightful as the woman herself. “I was just about to start peeling some potatoes for a pie, would you care to help?”

“I’d love to!” You said, genuinely excited since you never got to work in the kitchen back home.

“And I’m the most unlucky guy in the world,” Ron pouted. The twins, who were walking behind him to get outside to play Quidditch, stopped and put their hands on his shoulders.

“Cheer up Ronnikins!” One of them said.

“This is what you get for bringing a Slytherin home.”

“Of course everyone’s going to be interested.”

“You’re just paying the price now.”

[hellomissmabel]

The death and life of James B. Barnes (6) - the end

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of dying and death of a loved one and FLUFFY TIMES.

Word count: 2.053

Summary: After finding Y/N’s body, Bucky makes amends with his loss. Final part of the @hunters-from-stark-tower movie challenge!

Part 1: the sailing competition

Part 2: the accident

Part 3: the fresh start

Part 4: the first date

Part 5: the high water

She doesn’t recall much, as was to be expected. Not soon after I reached Y/N, a chopper located our whereabouts and a rescue team was sent to our aid. They found our entangled bodies, clinging together in the space between life and death, our laboured breaths the only sign they needed to pursue with our extraction. Not even the paramedics managed to properly separate us afterwards as the freezing cold had been responsible for joining our bodies like a statue made of stone.

The hospital staff was so kind as to give us one shared room so I could monitor her recovery myself.  Y/N almost died and so did I but with every waking moment she’s gaining her strengths back. She just has to open her eyes for me once so I know she’s still with me, that I won’t lose her a second time.

It all still feels so unreal but luckily I have Tony by my side to guide me through the aftermath. Imagine me having to explain to the cops how I knew exactly where to find her, that I talked to her ghosts the night before. They would’ve sent me straight to the asylum if it wasn’t for Tony.

We’ve been spending a lot of time together, waiting together for Y/N to wake up. Tony tells her stories of his glory days when he used to be the star sailor and how he met Pepper in a similar fashion as Y/N and I did.

He spoke of how Pepper initially posed a threat to him (“I might swear like a sailor but she was always the better one”) but that he learnt to put his pride aside and finally ask her out. I must admit I teared up a little inside when he talked about how she eventually lost the battle against cancer and we cried together at our losses, the memory of both Pepper and Steve still very much alive.

While we were away, Nat went into labour because she could not cope with the stress of not knowing whether her best friend had survived the storm. I apologised profusely to both Nat and Clint for breaking them apart during what is considered one of the most important moments in life, but they assured me that I should not feel guilty as the baby was born without any complications and is as healthy as can be which is what matters most.

Three weeks later and the doctors decided to keep Y/N in an induced comatose state to minimise any potential brain damage. I was also there when they made the decision to put her off life support to see if her lungs would be able to breathe on their own. Fortunately Y/N is a strong woman and if it wasn’t for her determined spirit, I would’ve given up on life a lot sooner. It’s only fair I did the same for her.

Many sleepless nights later, I am making my way towards the docks where I know she’ll be sitting patiently, her thoughtful eyes following every ripple and every wave as the sea beckons her. I understand the temptation all too well, the longing for the water to engulf me with all its might as I conquer the tides with my boat. But none of that would ever be my main priority as long as there’s Y/N. I will always put her first.

“Hi,” I say shyly, lowering the bouquet of soft pink roses and taking a quick peek at the stunning woman in front of me. She’s staring achingly at the sailboats that have gathered today for another competition, pining over the fact she will not be able to participate for a long time to come.

“Hi,” she offers back gingerly, unsure of how to react. It’s been a couple hours since she was released from the hospital, her memory still ragged and full with holes and yet here she is, returning to her first love, the sea. Nonetheless, she’s still got questions marks written all over her beautiful face and oh, how do I wish I could provide her with the answers she so desires.

I give her a kind smile even though she does not return the gesture, her lips curling downwards as she continues to focus on the boats passing by. “I stopped by the hospital to see you but the nurse told me you’d been released earlier this morning.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, carding her slender fingers through her hair, loosening the tight bun holding her luscious curls captive and I watch with rapture as it cascades down her shoulders like a waterfall. “I didn’t have the heart to call you, Bucky. I just,” she sighs again, gathering her thoughts, “I just don’t know. I don’t know anything, I don’t remember anything and it’s killing me.”

“I can tell you what happened, if you want me to.” Bucky takes a few tentative steps towards her and Y/N slowly inches back, still on guard after all that’s happened.

Clint and Tony filled her in on the conditions in which she was found, sticking like glue to Bucky’s body warmth. Yet her mind cannot wrap itself around the fact that she actually made it out alive and all thanks to Bucky. Somehow she is convinced she shouldn’t be here at all, that the time had come for her to join her parents in heaven.

He holds out the roses for her and she accepts them with a small smile lightening up her Y/E/C eyes. “Please,” she breathes out languidly as the aroma of the freshly cut roses invades her nostrils and tickles her senses awake. “I don’t know how much longer I can take it.”

Unbeknownst to Bucky, Y/N does have some kind of recollection of their date. Unwilling to give in to the preposterous idea that it was in fact all real, she simply chooses to believes it all was a very vivid, very lucid dream. Yet here he is, James Buchanan Barnes, with his pleading puppy dog eyes asking her if she wants to hear his story, their story. And she just knows, deep down, that it’s all true.

“You remember that night at the harbour?”

Y/N nods shyly, her eyes locking with Bucky’s and a wave of familiarity washes both of them clean of their insecurities. “The next day, you set out to sail and got stuck in a storm which threw you way off course.”

Her eyes start to gloss over with the tears of remembrance. It must’ve been hell for her, all alone and with a malfunctioning radio, no-one to reach out to and nowhere else to go. Completely disoriented and utterly frightened.

“This might sound weird, but I promise you I’m not joking,” Bucky begins again. “But I saw your ghost that evening.”

Bucky continues to tell a slightly startled Y/N how they had spent hours on end talking, eating, drinking wine, kissing and eventually making love. It was all so bittersweet but that doesn’t make it any less real.

Y/N’s soul fought her way back to Bucky, unaware of the whereabouts of her actual body. Her subconscious had guided her back to the one person that would be able to help her. Every single detail Bucky recalls very intensely and the longer Bucky’s words fill her ears, the more Y/N’s resolve starts to crumble.

“How do I know you’re not crazy like everyone says you are?,” she queries and Bucky would be lying if the questions doesn’t sting a little. But he understands where it’s coming from. She’s not quite willing to give up on the world as she knows it and indulge herself with the knowledge that there is in fact a world in between. That she was, in fact, dying.

“That night, you said that your parents’ death hit you harder than anything else. You recited a poem to me, you want me to repeat it for you?”

“Bucky,” she exhales slowly before nodding. “If you must.”

Taking in a deep breath, fingers crossed that he gets the words right, Bucky’s voice carries through Y/N’s bones, cutting her in half and reaching her very core with fate’s tendrils.

“Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backwards. E.E. Cummings.”

As soon as Bucky utters the last word, Y/N jumps into his arms, burying her face in his shoulder and Bucky cranes his neck in order to place a chaste kiss on her temple, whispering countless I love you’s into her ear.

She finally remembers.

ONE YEAR LATER

Everyone’s at their Sunday’s best, per request of Y/N and Bucky. It’s their special day after all.

“Come on, you slug!,” Bucky calls out to Clint who’s cradling his baby girl in his arms, followed closely by Nat, showing off her little baby bump. “Or has fatherhood turned you into a pussy? You’re sure as hell going fast here, man, with a second one already on the way.”

“Watch out, Barnes,” Clint lifts a playful finger at Bucky, “Or do you want me to spill the beans to Y/N about the confession you made at your bachelor party?”

Bucky swallows visibly, laughing away Clint’s empty threat, knowing that his best friend would never tell Y/N just for how long Bucky had been pining over her before he finally had the guts to actually talk to her. But he’s not willing to take that risk because there’s no way in hell Y/N isn’t going to let him live that down for the rest of his life. “Cut the crap, Barton,” he chuckles nervously.

Friskily slapping his shoulder, Clint resumes his place by Nat’s side, gently rubbing his hand over her swollen tummy and shooting Y/N a smug grin when they make eye contact. “You look like an angel,” Clint comments on Y/N’s wedding dress.

“It’s so absolutely you to get married and start your trip around the world merely two hours later, leaving all your friends to celebrate without the bride and groom,” Natasha pipes up, wiping away a single tear so it doesn’t crack the strong front she’s trying to keep up for her friend, both of them realising they won’t see each other again for a quite a long time to come.

Y/N looks back at Bucky, her now husband, patiently waiting for her on the deck. The two of them spent a year trying to rebuilt the boat that Bucky and Steve used to sail their competitions with, not only attempting to restore the vessel to its former glory but also trying to build it into a better version, a way of commemorating their deceased loved ones.

Occasionally they would crash into a wave of emotions when Bucky spoke about Steve and the countless gold medals they collected when they were on their winning streak. He often wonders how Steve’s doing, hoping that his little brother knows deep down that he’ll always live on in Bucky’s heart. Steve’s part of Bucky’s soul just as much as Bucky’s a part of Steve’s soul. “Till the end of the line,” escapes Bucky’s lips each and every night before he falls asleep with the love of his life right there in his arms.

Little did Bucky know that when the canon shot announced sundown, Steve wasn’t waiting for Bucky to arrive so they could resume playing catch just like they had done so many times before. On the contrary, Steve had been standing at the shoreline, watching with a big, dorky smile how Bucky, Clint and Tony resolved their differences and set out to sail towards Y/N.

Steve watched and prayed for his big brother, waving one last time before rushing into the woods towards their old meeting spot, a familiar weight lifting off his chest and disappearing into thin air as Steve’s body roams these trees and vines one last time before vanishing into a ray of light, accompanying the stars above.

Even now he is still keeping an eye out for Bucky, grinning like a complete fool as he sees Bucky take Y/N’s hand in his, softly kissing her knuckles before tucking her hand in his, intertwining their fingers as he steers their sailboat away from the harbour of their hometown and towards a new adventure.

Both boys are finally at peace.

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[neeliepsrecs]

The HP Fanfic Fan Poll Awards Round 7: Fall-Winter 2014

Awards hosted here

BlackMoon/WolfStar (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin) Best Drabble "He Knows" by hikarievandar - Rated: G  Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "Leave the Children Behind" by cevennes 2nd Place - "We Might Fall" by queenkerosene - Rated: PG-13  3rd Place - "Full Moon" by hikarievandar - Rated: PG-13 Best Dark Fic "Love is a Four Letter Word" by REwrites - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 Best Comedy Fic "The Active Reader" by veeagainst - Rated: Mature/R  Best Alternative Universe Fic 1st Place - "You Saw The Clouds Above, But I Saw The Universe" by olivier_dathos - Rated: PG  2nd Place - "Evenings, Mornings, Afternoons" by illittorate - Rated: R  3rd Place - "John Wolf" by NeonDomino - Rated: T/PG-15 Best Romance Fic 1st Place - "Claim Your Broken Crown" by queenkerosene - Rated: PG-13  2nd Place - "You Can't Have It All (But There Is This)" by escribo - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Your Happy Thoughts" by NeonDomino - Rated: T/PG-13  Best Slash Smut Fic "You know nothing, Lupin" by Erised_Rain - Rated: Explicit/NC-17

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Hinny (Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley)

Best Drabble "What We've Waited For" by The10thWeasley - Rated: K+/PG Best Drama-Angst Fic "Faintest, Slimmest, Wildest Chance" by keeptheotherone - Rated: M/R Best Dark Fic "Illusionary" by Evander - Rated: Mature/R Best Comedy Fic "Respite" by LadyGuilt - Rated: T/PG-13  Best Alternative Universe Fic "And We'll be Chasing Stars" by conjure_at_your_own_risk - Rated: Teen and Up/PG-13 Best Romance Fic 1st Place - "Faintest, Slimmest, Wildest Chance" by keeptheotherone - Rated: M/R  2nd Place - "His Best Birthday" by lrthunder - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Getting It Off My Chest" by 17wilsonh - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Het Smut Fic "Waking" by HPTrio - Rated: Mature/NC-17 

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Romione (Ron Weasley x Hermione Granger) Best Drabble "Ron/Hermione-makeup sex" by divagonzo1 - Rated: NC-17 Best Drama-Angst Fic "Nearly Time" by StrongHermione - Rated: K+/PG  Best Dark Fic 1st Place - "In Sickness" by WeasleySeeker - Rated: T/PG-13  2nd Place - "Afternoon Delight" by inell - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "He Doesn't Care" by lrthunder - Rated: NC-17 Best Comedy Fic "Heart and Soul" by writergirl8 - Rated: M/R  Best Alternative Universe Fic "Love is accidental" by Creamy Chessnut - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Romance Fic "You Go First" by anotherkate - Rated: T/PG-13  Best Het Smut Fic 1st Place - "Afternoon Delight" by inell - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "First Time" by raskapuska - Rated: M/NC-17  3rd Place - "Ron/Hermione-makeup sex" by divagonzo1 - Rated: NC-17

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Snermione (Severus Snape x Hermione Granger) Best Drabble 1st Place - "Curiosity" by krissy_cits - Rated: PG 2nd Place - "He Wishes Her Goodnight" by elwhi - Rated: K/PG 3rd Place - "In Their Dungeon" by dragoon811 - Rated: NC-17 Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "We Were Ghosts" by ausland - Rated: M/R 2nd Place - "Another Dream" by dragoon811 - Rated: M/R 3rd Place - "Voldemort's Assassin" by etherian - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Dark Fic 1st Place - "The Sin Eater" by teddyradiator - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "Hermione's Blood" by The Jester Erebus - Rated: M/R  3rd Place - "The Blessings of Marriage" by araeofsomething - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Comedy Fic 1st Place - "Shampoo" by llorolalluvia - Rated: M/NC-17 2nd Place - "DADA Doodles" by alyssialui - Rated: T/PG-13 3rd Place - "Out of Practice" by dragoon811 - Rated: K+/PG  Best Alternative Universe Fic 1st Place - "Academic Affairs" by CRMediaGal - Rated: T/PG-13  2nd Place - "One Who Knew" by ausland - Rated: T/PG-13 3rd Place - "The Crafty Case of the Corpses That Weren't Corpses" by Ladymage Samiko - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Romance Fic 1st Place - "Another Dream" by dragoon811 - Rated: M/R 2nd Place - "The Assistant" by Ataraxie - Rated: M/R  3rd Place - "Know It All" by SweetTale4u - Rated: M/NC-17 Best Het Smut Fic 1st Place - "A Chateau, A Masquerade Ball, and An Ugly-Arsed Painting of Swans" by onecelestialbeing - Rated: M/NC-17 2nd Place - "But Who's Watching the Watchers?" by teddyradiator - Rated: NC-17 3rd Place - "Hallucination" by llorolalluvia - Rated: M/NC-17

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Threesomes+ (any threesomes or moresomes) Best Drabble "You Just Never Know" by lumosed_quill - Rated: NC-17  Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "Charming Our Hearts" by starduchess - Rated: R 2nd Place - "Eadar da theine Bhealtainn (Between the fires of Beltane)" by mae_linda - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 3rd Place - "It Takes Three" by sdkshelly - Rated NC-17 Best Dark Fic 1st Place - "Hilarious" by SoftObsidian74 - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 2nd Place - "The Third Brother" by Evandar - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 3rd Place - "An Old-Fashioned Punishment" by halfbloodmalfoy - Rated: NC-17  Best Comedy Fic "Worth It" by lumosed_quill - Rated: NC-17  Best Alternative Universe Fic 1st Place - "Red Strings of Fate" by Aviici - Rated: M/NC-17 2nd Place - "Legacy" by lrthunder - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Good Girls" by IMTrouble - Rated: NC-17 Best Romance Fic "A Dragon's Heartstring at the Core" by tryslora - Rated NC-17 Best Smut Fic (any combination) 1st Place - "Lunch With Friends" by inell - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 2nd Place - "Charlie Weasley's Fuck Autobiography" by traintracks - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Gentleman in the Streets, Demon in the Sheets" by tamlane - Rated: NC-17

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The Dark Side (Death Eaters/Snatchers) Best Drabble 1st Place - "Timed to Perfection" by alisanne - Rated: PG 2nd Place - (no title) by kuilanvampire - Rated: NC-17 3rd Place - "Drawings for Death Eaters" by sofknowseverything - Rated: G  Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "Mark of Cain" by deslea - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "A Road Less Travelled By" by jules_meghan - Rated: NC-17 3rd Place - "Il Die Illa Tremenda (Libera Me)" by etoilecourageuse - Rated: Mature/R  Best Dark Fic 1st Place - "Rasasvada" by ibuzzo - Rated: M 2nd Place - "Best Served Cold" by melusinahp - Rated: NC-17 3rd Place TIE - "48 minutes, 30 seconds" by abyss_valkyrie - Rated: PG-13  3rd Place TIE - "Mercy" by etoilecourageuse - Rated: Mature/R Best Comedy Fic "The Art of War" by lary - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 Best Alternative Universe Fic 1st Place - "Even good guys still get paid (so watch your back and keep the blade)" by ibuzoo - Rated: M/R 2nd Place - "Veela Agreement" by aleysiasnape - Rated: PG-13  3rd Place - "The Present" by tellmesomethingnew - Rated: T/PG-13  Best Romance Fic 1st Place - "Mark of Cain" by deslea - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "Fire on the Mountain (Run, boy, run) by barefacedbandit - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Veela Agreement" by aleysiasnape - Rated: PG-13 Best Het Smut Fic "Not Necessarily a Girl's Best Friend" by tamlane - Rated: NC-17 Best Slash Smut Fic 1st Place - "Bloody Potters" by lumosed_quill - Rated: NC-17 2nd Place - "Mouthy" by entrenous88 - Rated NC-17 3rd Place - "Shattered Fancies" by crmediagal - Rated: M/NC-17 Best Femmeslash Smut Fic "When She Crooks Her Finger" by Lillielle - Rated: Explicit/NC-17

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Weasley-Prewett Love (Weasley-Prewett family) Best Drabble "Scoundrel" by tamlane - Rated: Explicit/NC-17 Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "Two Can Keep A Secret" by pauraque - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "Playmates" by ragdoll - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "In the Family Way" by torino10154 - Rated: NC-17 Best Dark Fic "730 Days" by SweetTale4U - Rated: M/NC-17  Best Comedy Fic NO NOMINATIONS THIS ROUND Best Alternative Universe Fic "Inescapable" by TarnishedArmour - Rated: R Best Romance Fic "Just One Wish" by dragoon811 - Rated: K+/PG  Best Het Smut Fic 1st Place TIE - "Let the Ritual Begin" by ely_baby - Rated: NC-17  1st Place TIE - "The Right and Proper Way" by lokifan - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "Catch Me If You Can" by ragdoll - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Comforts of Home" by torino10154 - Rated: NC-17  Best Slash Smut Fic "Spark" by starstruck1986 - Rated: NC-17 Best Femmeslash Smut Fic "A Wedding Day Diversion" by gamma_orionis - Rated: Mature/R

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Rare Pairs (any pairing not already assigned a ship/group) Best Drabble 1st Place - "Come back here, darlin'" by divagonzo1 - Rated: NC-17 2nd Place - "Nightcap" by roelliej - Rated: NC-17 3rd Place TIE - "Because You Love Me" by torino10154 - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place TIE - "Teamwork" by bleedingangel84 - Rated: PG-13 Best Drama-Angst Fic 1st Place - "Her Soul Cried" by flyingharmony - Rated: R  2nd Place - "D-Day Minus Zero" by huldrejenta - Rated: PG 3rd Place - "Amortentia" by TheNextFolchart - Rated: T/PG-13 Best Dark Fic 1st Place - "Willingly Given" by sassy_cat - Rated: NC-17 2nd Place - "A Fejedelem" by nathalieweasley - Rated: PG-13  3rd Place - "Entangled Swan" by Hawkflight - Rated: NC-17 Best Comedy Fic "To Love A Wand" by I'mGoodAtFanfiction - Rated: M/R Best Alternative Universe Fic 1st Place - "Manners Matter" by Samantha_kathy - Rated: Teen and Up/PG-13 2nd Place - "Slip Free of My Grasp" by lumosed_quill - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "Kismet" by reikokatsura - Rated: NC-17 Best Romance Fic 1st Place - "Need" by starstruck1986 - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "A Pleasure to Meet You" by gelsey - Rated: PG-13 3rd Place - "Just a Fling" by savvyshka - Rated: NC-17 Best Het Smut Fic 1st Place - "Staying In" by alisanne - Rated: NC-17  2nd Place - "Unprofessional Behavior" by inell - Rated Adult/NC-17  3rd Place - "Come back here, darlin'" by divagonzo1 - Rated: NC-17  Best Slash Smut Fic 1st Place - "Drunk Love Baby" by Evander - Rated: Explicit/NC-17  2nd Place - "Unguarded" by birdsofshore - Rated: NC-17  3rd Place - "The Benefits of Charity" by praevarus - Rated: NC-17  Best Femmeslash Smut Fic 1st Place - "The Secret Truth" by articcat621 - Rated: NC-17 2nd Place - "The Turned Page" by mrs. milfoy - Rated: M/NC-17  3rd Place - "Dusk of Summer" by ReginaCorda - Rated: M/R 

[allthingsfangirl101]

Zac Efron Masterlist

* Contains SMUT

Requests are open. DM me on Tumblr or Wattpad

Zac Efron Imagines

First Impressions

Much Needed Interference

Useless

A New Life With Twins

Drunken Pranks

Haunted By The Past

A Birthday Full of Surprises

Audience Support Member

Wish I Were Heather

Accidents and Therapy

Jealously Looks Good On You

The Girl Next Door

Like A Virgin*

Birthday Babe

Abusive Ex

My Hero

Car Accident, Part 2

Rough Day*

Motherhood Fears

Body-Shaming, Part 2*

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Baby’s First Christmas

New Year’s Eve Help

A Kiss To Remember

Therapy Struggles

Apology Flowers

Camping Trip

Wedding Rollercoaster

Valentine’s Day Set Up

Valentine’s Day Reunion

Enemies?*

Coworkers With Benefits*, Part 2*

Worth It

Treat You Better

The Perfect Goodbye*

Two Truths

Cliffs of Courage

A Couple’s Accident

Timing, Part 2*

Midnight Adventures

Without Fail

Drunken Confession

Unexplainable, Part 2

Stop the Girl

What Ifs

Camping Surprises

Parental Consequences

All Types of Surprises

Rehearsal Dinner Disaster

Soulmate Tattoos

Stranded, Part 2*

97%

Happiest Birthday on Earth

Baby Fever

For Better Or For Worse

The Real Fire

Too Much

Wedding Jitters

What Cheaters Deserve*

Father-Daughter Bonding

Anything For You

Letting You Down

Watching Over You

Rehearsal Giggles

Thanksgiving Chaos

High School Musical Sweethearts

Phillip Carlyle Imagines

More Than Business Partners

A Judgemental World

Mysteriously Familiar

A Family Circus

Barnum’s Daughter

The Fire

Falling For You

A Not-So-Blind Date

Forbidden Love Part 1, Part 2

You Know I Want You

Igniting Our Feelings

Unlucky Reunions

Always Protected

The Recruit

Charlie St. Cloud Imagines

Caught In A Storm, Part 2

Cemetery Confessions

PTSD

The Funeral

Panicked Confession

Special Night Gone Awry*

Teddy Sanders Imagines

A Game of Tease, Part 2

Frat Boy Has A Heart

The Frat President Facade

Jealousy Wars, Part 2

Fraternity vs. Sorority*

You Again

Matt Brody Imagines

Lifeguard By Luck

How To Save A Lifeguard

Breaking Stereotypes

Unexpected Friends

Old Friends

Overly Protective Coworkers

Saving The Girl Next Door

Just A Summer Job, Part 2

A Change of Heart, Part 2

Not A Lifeguard. . . Yet

Partners in Crime

Troy Bolton Imagines

The Summer Things Changed

Saved By The Dancing Boys

Broken Heart Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Our Final Game

Painful Secrets

The Other Evans

Once A Wildcat

Logan Thibault Imagines

A Picture and A Promise

Finally Home

Sending You Home

M.I.A.

An Eager Homecoming*

Reunion*

Miracles Happen

Other Imagines

Muse Inspiration–Cole

Getting The Girl Back,Part 2-Dave Stangle

New Opportunity–Cole

New Girl In Town–Link Larkin

Plan B, C, D, and E–Cole

Jealousy Fails–Dave Stangle

The Bully–Mike O’Donnell

Secret Talent-Link Larkin

In Love With The Rising Star–Link Larkin

Full Novels

Finding My Memory

Telepathic Love (Zac Efron)

The Friendship Group Dynamic (Jason)

Second Chances (Zac Efron)

Fake Fiancé (Mob Boss Imagine) COMING SOON!

Forced New Beginnings (Zac Efron) COMING SOON!

[ergoproxys]

Yugyeom 88 + 102 ?

88: “After everything…I’d still choose you.” + 102: “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”

pairing: yugyeom x reader

genre: angst

Three months. It had been three months since you had watched him walk away from you. Three months and your heart was still in pieces. You missed him more than anything. It was like he just threw two years down the drain, like he didn’t even care. You hadn’t tried contacting him or seeing him. You completely blocked him out of your life. Most of your time was spent sitting on your couch downing bottles of red wine and watching sad movies to exploit your sorrows. Tonight was, once again, one of those nights. Charlie St. Cloud played on your tv as you poured yourself your first glass of wine. You swirled the wine around in your glass as you thought about Yugyeom. The thunderstorm brewing over your city didn’t help the loneliness one bit. The rain was pounding your roof as the thunder rattled through the house. A tear slid down your cheek as you thought about the time when you and Yugyeom had to take refuge in the bathtub due to a tornado. You quickly wiped it away. You downed the rest of the wine in your glass. Right as you were about to poor another, your doorbell rang. “Who the fuck?” you questioned, wondering who would be out in this weather. You pulled yourself off the couch and trudged to the front door. You peeped through the eye hole but couldn’t make out who the anonymous person was. You unlocked the door and slightly cracked your door open. The soaking wet boy in front of you was the last person you expected at you door. “Yu-Yugyeom? What’re you doing here?” His head was lowered, “Can I please come in?” “What’s goi-” “Y/N, please let me in,” he said more sternly. You complied and welcomed him in. “Here let me get you a towel,” you said taking off his jacket and making your way to the laundry room. You wrapped the warm towel around his shaking shoulders. “Now, why are you here?” you questioned, avoiding his eyes. “I’m sorry, for everything. I know that doesn’t fix the heartbreak I caused but…” he trailed off, fiddling his thumbs. “Yeah, it doesn’t.” “Have you been drinking?” he asked pointing to the half empty wine bottle, “did I do this to you?” You rolled your eyes as he ran his hands through his hair. “Why are you here? It seemed like you were doing just fine with that little barbie doll you’re always with,” you spat at him. He gave you a funny look, “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” “Of course not,” you laughed. He chuckled with you, admiring your confidence. “God, we’re a mess,” you added. “We are, but after everything…I’d still choose you.” You smiled at his words. He walked towards you opening his arms and wrapping them around you tightly. “I’m so fucking sorry for leaving, never again.”

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Imagines Masterlist

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Marvel

Supernatural

Crime Dramas

90s TV Shows

80s/90s Movies

Period Dramas

Star Wars

Netflix Originals

Being Human

John Mitchell x Reader

Nothing Left

Broken Teacups

Christmas Crackers

I Lost A Friend

Can’t Live With Them, Can’t Live Without Them (SMUT)

Letters: One; Two; Three

Alone But Not Lonely (SMUT)

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Kili Durin x Reader

Nothing in This Life

Over Mountains Cold

Fire Moon

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Sick Day

Liam Dunbar x Reader

Did it have to be him?

Theo Raeken x Reader

I Need You’re Help

Vampire Diaries/ The Originals

Lorenzo St. John x Reader

Enzo and The Originals (Series)

1 Part of the Family

2 Meet the Mikaelsons

3 Get Me To the Church on Time

4 A Bourbon Street Wedding 

Damon Salvatore x Reader

1 Memory

2 I Remember Us

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Punishment

New Girl

Nick Miller x Reader

All I Want For Christmas

The 100

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Losing Your Memory (1)

Ghosts (2)

These Long Nights

Dating Bellamy Blake Would Include…

Gilmore Girls

Jess Mariano x Reader

In the Autumn Air

Doctor Who

10th Doctor x Reader

Fault

Day Off

Harry Potter And Fantastic Beasts

Fred Weasley x Reader

Us

Remus Lupin x Reader

Dueling Club

Sirius Black x Reader

He Told Him

Double Double Toil and Trouble

Percival Graves x Reader

Opposites Attract

Riverdale

Archie Andrews x Reader

Goodbye Riverdale (Series)

Until Then

Cabin in the Woods Part One

Ours: Part 1 ;Part Two ; Part Three (Final)

Did You Feel That?

I Can’t Help It

Not Losing You

Get Your Head in the Game

Two Can Keep a Secret (Series)

1 Fight for Me?

Jughead Jones x Reader

Invincible (Vampire Diaries crossover)

The West Wing

Josh Lyman x Reader

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

1 Clouds

2 Black Umbrellas

Learning Teamwork

Not in Kansas Anymore

Narnia

Caspian X x Reader

The Ties that Bind

The Office

Jim Halpert x Reader (The Office)

Closet Geek

Just Stay

Sort of Baking

Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark x Reader

The World is Better Now

There With You

Yellowstone

Kayce Dutton x Reader

Going Down Swingin

Musicals

Troy Bolton x Reader

Sweethearts

Afternoon Nap

Transfer

Phillip Carlyle x Reader

The Beauty Underneath

Bells

Bernardo x Reader (West Side Story)

Too Far

Misc

Tristan Thorn x Reader (Stardust)

Terrible Tradition

Vax’ildan x Reader (The Legend of Vox Machina)

Do Not Go

Far From Me

Dave Torres x Reader (The Edge of Sleep)

Wired

Mr. Sandman

Jim Stark x Reader (Rebel Without a Cause)

Comes and Goes

Matt Flamhaff x Reader (13 Going on 30)

Crazy for You

Sean Connery’s James Bond x Reader

The Enemy of my Enemy…

James Arber x Reader (The Decoy Bride)

Writer’s Block

Charlie St. Cloud x Reader 

If I Stay

Beck Oliver x Reader (Victorious) 

Lee Abbot x Reader (A Quiet Place)

Just One Dance

Dr. Derek Shepherd x Reader (Grey’s Anatomy)

Time of Death

Jack Wilder x Reader (Now You See Me)

Are You Watching Closely?

1 The Beginning Act; 2 Slight of Hand

Henry x Reader (Eat Locals)

Quiet Night In

Vacancy

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Reader (Kingsman)

Princesses and Popcorn

Ezra x Reader (Prospect)

Guiding Stars

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Panicked Confession–Charlie St. Cloud

Charlie and I have had kind of a weird relationship. We've been friends since we were little, but we weren't close. We greeted each other at school and could carry on a conversation, but we weren't joined at the hip. We were friendly peers. On the surface, at least.

Under the surface, we both wanted a little more. We both liked each other, but neither one of us made a move. We sorta started dating junior year but didn't officially start dating until later that summer.

"Sorta dating" is when two people like each other and act super coupley without actually confessing any and all existing feelings. Junior year, Charlie and I both liked each other and our friends all told us about it but neither one of us said anything to the other person.

The longer we were friends, the closer we got. Soon, it got to the point where there were very few days where Charlie and I weren't together. You never went to an event and saw one of us without the other. We went everywhere together and did everything together. We quickly became a lot closer than most friends.

During the summer before senior year, Charlie and I were hanging out at his house when his brother came running in. He looked at us, slightly cuddling, and smirked.

"You're finally together?" He cheered. "Hallelujah!"

After Sammy left the room, it was sort of awkward between us. But only for a second. I was stuttering up an excuse when Charlie grabbed my face and kissed me. We talked and an hour later we were dating. Because everyone already thought we were a couple, they weren't that shocked when we came back to school dating.

We were getting pretty serious as we graduated. When Charlie and Sam got into the car accident and Sam died, I was afraid I was going to lose him. He wasn't talking to anyone, he wasn't leaving his house, and he was barely eating.

I tried to give him enough time to mourn his brother, but I didn't know when was the right time to step in and what I could do to help him. I took him dinner, I offered to stay the night, I helped keep his place clean, I carpooled with him to work so he wasn't alone. I tried just about everything, but it never seemed enough.

Until one night I realized there was only one thing he needed to hear me say.

                             ~•~

Three months after Sam's funeral, we were sitting on my couch watching a movie as I gently played with his fingers. Charlie once told me that playing with his fingers or running my hand through his hair was comforting, so I've been doing both of those things even more since the accident.

"Am I gonna lose you?" Charlie randomly whispered. I looked up at him to see him staring intently at our intertwined hands.

"Charlie," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat. When he looked up at me, his eyes were cloudy like he was trying to hold back tears.

"I lost my parents and my brother. Am I going to lose you too?"

Instead of answering him, I pulled him into my chest. I tightened my arms around him when his breath got caught in his throat.

"I'm not going anywhere, Charlie."

                             ~•~

Ever since that conversation, Charlie and I have spent every day together. I made sure we saw each other as much as possible. I constantly stopped by his work for lunch, invited him over for dinner, and stayed at his place.

Today, he was supposed to meet me at my place for dinner after work. I checked the clock on my stove to see that Charlie was running late. When I realized this, my heart sank into my stomach. Ever since the accident, Charlie was never been late.

After several phone calls going to voicemail, I grabbed my keys and decided to go to his place. When I got there, his lights were off and he didn't answer his door. I tried calling him again but no luck. I sighed when it went to voicemail again.

"Hey, Charlie," I said softly. "It's me. You were late for dinner and I tried calling but. . . I even stopped by your place. Where are you? Is everything okay? Please call me back."

Before heading home, I decided to stop by the cemetery. I pulled up to the maintenance shack where he worked and sighed when I saw the lights on. I parked next to Charlie's car and headed inside. I knocked softly on the door before walking into the shack.

"Charlie?" I called out as I walked in. My heart sank as I saw Charlie leaning over the table, struggling to breathe.

"Babe?" I gasped as I instantly ran over to him. I gently started rubbing his back as I tried to get his attention.

"I can't. . . He's. . . This is. . ." Charlie continued to stutter as his breath wasn't under control yet.

I turned him around so he was facing me. I reached up and gently grabbed his face, making him look at me.

"Charlie, it's alright. I'm right here. Just breathe."

He opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out. I sighed before pulling him into my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, carefully monitoring his breathing as he got it back.

I was filled with relief what I felt Charlie take a normal breath. I continued to run my fingers through his hair as he came down from his panic attack. When he finally spoke up, I wasn't expecting him to say what he did.

"I love you."

When those three words slipped out of his mouth, I felt him stiffen. I slowly pulled out of the hug, my cheeks burning.

"What did you say?" I whispered.

"I just. . . I didn't mean. . . Well, I did but. . . I didn't plan on saying it like that."

"How did you plan on saying it?" I asked, my voice slowly going back to normal.

"I don't know," he stuttered. "I had wanted it to be more. . .romantic. Maybe at dinner or on our anniversary. Not when I was coming down from a panic attack."

I stood on my toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. When I pulled away I smiled up at him.

"I love you too, Charlie."