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latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭 (𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨) 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣) × 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

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Swerving into the sidewalk, the female took less than 5 seconds to fit herself into the passenger seat and slam the door behind her. Stepping on the accelerator, her partner's eyes looked firmly forward as he maneuvered himself through the alleys to safely get them out of the city without having to use the main highways. Once making sure no one was following them, they both breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful that the mission had run smoothly.

"Got it?" The male asked.

Reaching into her cleavage, she took out a folded piece of paper and held it in front of him, the male slightly cringing when he saw where it had came from.

"Like taking candy from a baby." She snorted before stuffing the piece of paper in the glove compartment.

As if on cue, the small screen on the dashboard began blinking, letting them know someone was trying to contact them. Pressing the answer button, the driver looked momentarily to see the face of their leader pop up.

"Tell me neither of you got your limbs torn off." He voiced his concern.

"We're on our way back already, give us an hour and we'll be there."

Satisfied at the success of the mission, the platinum blonde male looked over at the woman who simply had her arms crossed over her chest, staring daggers at him.

"Thank you for your sacrifice Y/N." He smiled at her.

"Oh shove it up your ass Hongjoong. It was embarrassing enough to dress like a whore let alone have some middle aged man grope my body. I would rather be bored to death walting in a car like Yunho did." She was fuming, still disgusted at the ordeal she had to go through, even her partner grimaced slightly when he thought about what she had to go through.

"But it was a success right? Thanks to the fast acting sedative Yeosang gave you." Hongjoong tried to reason with her.

"Whatever, as long as she doesn't have to do those dirty jobs again I think we're fine." Yunho piped up, unconsciously gripping the steering wheel a little too tight.

Hongjoong held back a smirk threatening to form across his lips.

"All right then. I expect you both here very soon."

With the screen going black, the pair just sat there in silence, one focused on the road while the other opted for looking out the window, having no other amusement besides the endless trees surrounding their path.

"Why even would you care about me doing jobs like this?"

Yunho was not expecting her to talk let alone ask a question like that out a nowhere.

"What do you mean?"

Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know exactly what I mean. What you said to Hongjoong before, why should you care about me having to do these kinds of jobs?"

Yunho stayed quiet, pondering over his next words.

"I just....working so long with you I naturally feel an attract- a concern!...over your well being." He quickly corrected himself.

"I just think you're too talented and too good at your job to have to sink down that low just because Hongjoong wants to use the easy way."

Y/N had an amused look on her face as she listened intently to Yunho's words. Scanning him all over, she wasn't going to lie she found him extremely good looking and she'd be lying if she hadn't thought about fucking him more than once. She had often heard the snickers and teasing San and Wooyoung often directed at him too and she was more than curious to find out whether the rumors were true or not.

"You know what I think Yuyu?"

The way he suddenly straightened up and swallowed hard at the nickname did not go unnoticed by her. Taking off her seatbelt, she leaned over to him, her breath ghosting over his ear.

"I think you're jealous." She giggled when he moved his face away from her proximity.

"Why would I be jealous?" He cleared his throat, keeping a straight poker face one.

With a sly smile, Y/N began unbuttoning the top of his shirt.

"Cause some rival actually got to do what you wish you could do but are too scared to."

Yunho inhaled deeply when he felt her nose pressed up against his neck, lips dragging themselves up his jaw.

"And what exactly would that be?" Although he seemed nonchalant about her behavior, truth was he desperately wanted to know just how far the dirty bastard had gotten with his gorgeous partner.

"Oh you know the usual..... a kiss, with tongue involved." As she said that she made sure to lick the shell of his ear.

"A hand in between someone's legs, cupping a certain member."

Yunho let out a groan when he felt her hand squeeze at his growing erection, palming him through his trousers.

"Or fingers sliding up thighs and inside a little black dress."

Yunho's eyes widened significantly at her description.

"How far did they go?" His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was gripping the wheel.

"That's not important-"

"How far did he go?" The sudden raise in his voice startled her slightly, but it also meant that perhaps her plan was working.

"If you really must know.....he got 2 fingers in before passing out cold."

Y/N could see a tiny vein poking out from the side of his neck, telltale sign that he was really trying hard to not loose his temper. Looking away from her, she heard him mutter a soft 'damn him' before turning his eyes back on the road. Wanting to further anger him, she decided to throw in a little lie in her story.

"Had to readjust my dress after he was knocked out and wipe some of the spit off my chest."

Yunho's reaction was instant as he gripped her hand that up to now had still been groping at his cock, crushing her fingers in his palm.

"What do you mean wipe spit off? He saw your chest?" His pale complexion was suddenly turning a light pinkish and red shade.

"Saw, kissed, licked, bit the girls, you get the gist."

Releasing his harsh grip on her hand, Yunho took a deep breath, trying to remain calm but no longer being able to hold himself back from doing something he had been wanting to do for a long time.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs for me." He suddenly ordered her.

Y/N was so taken aback by his instructions that she looked at him as if he was crazy.

"What?"

Rolling his eyes, Yunho repeated himself.

"Take off your panties and spread your legs for me."

Turning on the cruise control on the car, Yunho looked over at Y/N, eyes burning with anger.

"Don't fucking make me repeat myself."

Y/N wanted to laugh at how silly he sounded, which he noticed how she held back a snort and he did not appreciate it.

"What if I don't want to?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"I didn't ask what you wanted, I gave you an order."

Wanting to further test him, Y/N smirked.

"Why don't you make me?"

"Gladly."

She shuddered when she heard the sound of a gun cocking and then gulped when Yunho held it right in front of her face.

"Now babygirl....let's try this again. Those panties, off." He said as he pointed the gun down at her legs.

Reaching into her dress, Y/N peeled her underwear down her legs, embarrassed about the wet patch that was in between them caused by her teasing on her partner. Looking over, Yunho chuckled when it did not go unnoticed by him. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he used the hand that held the gun and dragged it across her thigh in slow, circular motions.

"Spread those pretty legs for me now."

Tapping the inside of her thigh, the corners of his lip curled when he heard her shift in her seat, signaling that she was obeying him. Taking a peek, he was not satisfied with the results.

"Spread them out as far as your able to baby, and lift up that dress of yours. Let me see how wet your little cunt is." The gun he held was already lifting part of her dress up.

Sitting up, Y/N lifted her dress up to her waist before spreading her legs out, feeling the cool air breeze at her glistening folds. Taking his eyes off the road for a moment, Yunho admired the beautiful picture sitting next to him, all pliant and awaiting further instructions.

"Fuck you have a really pretty pussy."

Y/N bit down on her lip when she felt the barrel of his gun press against her clit before dragging her her folds, collecting much of her already formed arousal.

"What if I just shoved it inside that filthy hole of yours? Fuck you with my gun? You'd probably like that wouldn't you?"

Y/N gasped when she felt the gun poke at her entrance, her walls already tightening themselves. But instead Yunho simply pulled the gun back, bringing it up to his face before licking off the juices left over. Y/N couldn't keep her mouth from falling open slightly as she watched him practically eat up her slick. Setting the gun down on one of the cup holders, Yunho snaked his hand in between her legs, thumb pressing against her nub which had her inhaling sharply.

"Such a sensitive little one....and so responsive."

His thumb began to draw circles around her clit, flicking against it occasionally. Y/N couldn't understand how he could still be focused on maneuvering the wheel without getting distracted or being lazy with the movements on her mound. The way his thumb worked her clit was so precise, so skilled, as if he knew exact what to do to get her more and more worked up with each brush of his thumb. When he moved his thumb away it was only so he could slide one of his long and slender fingers inside her.

"Oh fuck." Y/N's hands gripped at the arm rest as she felt his finger reach so deep in her.

"What never had something this long in you before?" He snickered amusedly.

Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out the her, loving the way her walls seemed to suck him back in whenever he pulled out. Y/N decided to close her eyes and just enjoy as her longtime partner invaded her most intimate part, first with one finger which was soon joined by a second one, further stretching her out.

"So warm...." Yunho mused while curling his fingers upwards.

"That feels so good."

Yunho felt proud of himself as he heard her say that, ego boosted further by the tiny sighs her nose breathed out.

"Yeah? You like my fingers inside you baby? Like having them inside your tight pussy?"

Y/N moaned in response when he began thrusting his fingers with more force, sloppy sounds being heard throughout the car due to how wet she was. Her thighs began to close around his hand, which resulted in Yunho slipping his fingers out before landing a harsh slap on her clit that had her nearly jumping in her seat.

"Keep those legs open for me you slut. After all, that's all you're good at."

If it had been anybody else, she would have slapped them for saying that. But something about Yunho actually had her nearly cumming at his words. Spreading her legs once again, she welcomed his fingers once more, bottom lip caught in between her teeth.

"You said he got 2 fingers in? Tsk. Pathetic. I bet I can top that."

Y/N's mouth dropped open into a perfect oval shape as Yunho stuffed yet a third finger in her, momentarily slowing his pace down so he could brush the tips of his fingers against the roof of her walls. He knew he found what he was looking for when she let out a particularly loud moan and her legs shook.

"Found you."

Y/N began writhing in her seat as Yunho jammed his fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace, his tips always making sure to brush at her g-spot. Yunho had a smug grin throughout the whole time, every 5 seconds or so he looked back to watch Y/N's blushed face as his hand fucked her.

"If you're already this worked up about just my fingers, I can't wait to see what you'll be like when I'm fucking you balls deep."

Y/N whipped her head at him after he said that, her incredulous eyes meeting his haughty ones.

"Yes Y/N, this is merely a prep to get you ready for my cock. I need you stretched open so you can fit my massive cock inside that tiny pussy of yours."

Y/N threw her head back as she began picturing getting fucked by his cock.

"Oh my- oh my God! Fuck!"

Yunho's speed never slowed down even after he felt her cum all over his fingers, wanting her to keep the high for as long as possible. He wanted to make sure he managed to get her to spill out as much as possible. Only until he felt her come down from her high did he remove his fingers from inside her. Holding them up to her lips, his thumb grazed her bottom lip.

"Taste yourself baby."

Her mouth opened and enveloped his fingers inside it. She hummed against his fingers as she sucked off her juices off them. Yunho didn't pull them out of her mouth until he was sure she had licked them clean. Wiping himself off on his pants, he then undid his zipper and began pulling himself out of his tight confinement.

"Be a good girl and suck me off baby. Put that pretty mouth of yours to work."

Seeing him whip out his massive length had her drooling over it. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen in her life and she couldn't believe that she'd actually have that in her soon, no doubt destroying and rearranging her insides. As she kept staring at it, she was smacked out of her trance when Yunho harshly yanked her down by her hair and pressed her face against his dick.

"Are you already too dumb to obey a simple order from just getting fingered? Or from seeing my huge cock?"

With his grip still on her hair, Yunho guided her so her nose brushed all around his length, making her sniff him which she gladly did.

"If you're really that much of a cockslut then you should have no problem sucking me off. Now get to it."

Opening her mouth, Y/N first took his thick head in her mouth, giving his slit a little dig with her tongue which made Yunho groan. Being in the mood for teasing him, she kept only his head in her mouth for the meantime, sometimes pulling off to give his slit sweet kitten licks before slurping around it once more, making sure to moan as dramatically as she could.

Knowing what her game was, Yunho wasn't having any of it.

"I know you can do a lot better than that you slut. Or did you forget how to suck dick?"

Putting one hand on the back of her head, he smoothed out her hair, petting and stroking her head in such a caring and tender way, all while having a sadistic look plastered on.

"It's ok, let me remind you."

Y/N gagged as she felt Yunho push her down his length, her nose hitting against his pubic bone. He held her there for a few seconds before pulling her back up from her hair. Letting her gasp for air first, Yunho fisted some more of her hair in his fingers before shoving her back down his length. His hips would often come up to stuff more of his length down her throat. Her mouth was so warm and he loved hearing her choke around his cock. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out as much as possible, sucking as much as Yunho as she could without gagging too much. The car was filled with her slurping and gagging sounds, and whenever Yunho would look down to see the mess she was it only fueled the feeling that was brewing in his lower stomach.

"Shit! You're going to make me cum- cum inside your mouth."

Yunho tried so hard to focus on not swerving out of the lane. He was thankful it was a deserted road that hardly anyone used, otherwise he would never have gotten away with face fucking Y/N as he drove. Hearing him finally start spewing out lewd sounds from his mouth had made Y/N proud. Sloppily, she kept deepthroating him, letting his head hit the back of her mouth as her hand reached over to cup his balls, massaging them in her palms.

Yunho began frantically bucking his hips up.

"Shit! I'm going to cum- Oh fuck!."

Swiftly pulling her off him, she had saliva trickling down her chin, lips swollen and red after making her practically swallow him whole. Y/N was confused when Yunho suddenly got off the road and parked the car. Struggling to take off his seatbelt, Yunho turned his attention to her.

"Backseat."

Getting the hint, Y/N got out of the car, pulling the rest of her dress over her head in the process. Opening the door, she quickly climbed into the backseat where seconds after Yunho joined her. He practically slammed the door behind him. Pulling his pants further down, he began pumping himself, spreading more of his precum around his shaft.

"Get on top of me."

Not needing to be told twice, Y/N climbed on top with his lap, a little too earnestly given how she hit her head on the roof of the car.

"Watch your head." He teased her.

"Fuck off." She hissed as she rubbed her head.

Holding her hips, Yunho lifted her up and then sunk her down onto his length. Y/N shuddered then stood still as his enormous length ripped right through her, stretching her far beyond anything she ever felt.

"I'd rather fuck you if you don't mind."

Y/N couldn't contain her whimpers and shrieks as Yunho slammed his hips into her, fingers digging into her ass to hold her down on his lap. Her hands held onto the top of the seats to keep herself from bouncing too much and accidentally hitting her head again. She cried out harder when Yunho angled his hips so he'd hit at her g-spot over and over again. Their heavy panting and breathing, mixed with the steam and sweat their bodies were producing was staring to make the windows fog up.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you."

Y/N gasped when one of his hands came up to wrap itself around her neck, not pressing down at it but it made her shiver in anticipation at what he was going to do.

"Seeing you parade yourself in such short skirts during meetings, bending down and having everybody stare at your ass or tits-"

Letting out an animalistic growl, Yunho's hand gripped her jaw tightly, squishing her cheeks together to the point of hurting.

"Made me want to bend you over the table and spank your ass red before fucking it in front of everyone."

Releasing her jaw, his hand once more went to her neck, except now he gripped it tightly, cutting off part of her oxygen intake. Yunho grunted as he felt her walls compress around his length. Leaning his head to her chest, he began to suck and bite all across her breasts and sternum, not satisfied until he was sure to leave purple marks on it. Yunho continued to bounce her on his cock, loving the way her eyes shut tightly and her mouth stayed agape and poured out such sinful sounds. Because of his hand on her neck, she tried to warn him that she was about to cum but instead gibberish came out.

He understood though what she was trying to say.

"Awww is my little slut going to cum so soon? How desperate and needy were you that you're about to burst anytime now?"

Y/N began tearing up at his words and the endless strokes of his head hitting so deep in her.

"Or do you just love my monster cock that much?"

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she began quivering on top of him.

"Fuck! Yes- love your monster- oh god!"

Feeling her cum all over him, it didn't take no more than a couple more roll of his hips for Yunho to start pumping his seed into her, deep and raspy grunts spilling from his throat as he continued to grind himself into her so as to ride out their orgasms.

Once they both came down from their highs, Yunho tilted Y/N's face up so he could kiss her. His kiss was desperate and his lips would harshly nip and tuck at her bottom lip, biting down and making it more swollen than it already was.

"You're mine now doll. I'm claiming you as my own. From now on anybody who wants you has to step over my dead body first."

Y/N giggled and blushed at his words, not against being Yunho's property one bit. Her fingers ran themselves through his hair as she kissed him back with the same amount of passed he had. Their kiss was interrupted by the loud buzzing of Yunho's phone.

"Shit." Yunho muttered as he reached for his phone, grimacing when he saw it was Hongjoong.

"Hello?"

Hongjoong's voice boomed through the speaker.

"Where the fuck are you two?! It's been over 2 hours! You should have been back a long ass time ago!"

They both looked at each other, trying hard not to burst out laughing.

"Uh.....we stopped for ice cream?" Yunho tried to make up an excuse.

"I'm not in the mood for games Yunho, so tell me what the fuck happened. Did you two get chased?"

With a shit eating grin on his face, Yunho stared straight at Y/N as he said the next words.

"Well if you really want to know, I just got done fucking my sweet partner in the backseat of the car."

They could hear Hongjoong wheezing while someone in the background started screaming hysterically.

"And you're going to be waiting for us more cause I'm not done with her yet...."

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part VI/VII)

"the downfall"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadows @missmulti @accioweaslcy @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley16 @dianarte @skarlettmikaelson

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language, allusions to sex

A/N: my apologies for keeping y'all waiting for this one darlings, but here comes the next part YAYY! Enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part V: the perfect excuse

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

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He had left me in the room that morning, alone, with regret and guilt straining my chest, with embarrassment and panic heaving over me, my only company being a terrible headache and a sore body.

I was still waiting for him to come back. Of course, he still lived in the apartment, but the day after, he slept at Shell Cottage because Bill needed help with the chores, and the next night at the Burrow because Molly had asked to keep an eye on 'the kids' —the kids being Ginny, Harry, Ron and Hermione— while she and Arthur were off to visit Andromeda, and at Lee's because Angelina was away and they were going to have a boys' weekend; in summary, he managed to avoid stepping into the flat while I was in there for an entire week.

I would be lying if I said the idea of moving out hadn't crossed my mind, but I knew I was being dramatic— we were being dramatic; we were adults, even if we forgot about it more often than not, and adults talk things out, so I decided to confront him at the only place I would manage to corner him; the shop.

When I descended from the office on the second floor, I spotted the ginger turning the 'CLOSED' to face the glass door. "Oi!" His head snapped to me as I climbed downstairs and he instantly walked to the shelves on the opposite side. "Can I have a word?" I requested, following him, only for George to move on to another shelf.

"Right now I'm quite busy." He replied, seemingly absent-minded as he pretended to check the products in front of him.

"This is important." I insisted, moving to stand besides him.

Not fast enough, though, because he was off to yet another part of the shop as soon as I got close. "I'm sure it can wait."

"You know it can't," I assured intently, stalking after him, only for him to speed up his own pace, moving from product to product without stopping too long in front of him. "George I'm- Oi, stop! We need to talk about this!"

"Well maybe I don't wanna talk about this!" He exclaimed, taking big steps under one of the stairs in order to shamelessly dodge the hand with which I had reached out to stop him.

"George Weasley don't run away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you!"

"You're literally RUNNING AWAY!"

He stopped circling the counter and stood across from me, slamming his palms over the till. "ALRIGHT, LOVE!" for the first time, I didn't like the way the name dripped off his tongue. "Let's talk about how we accidentally FUCKED! That's what you want so badly, isn't it?!" Flush crept up his neck and ears, and I couldn't tell if it was from anger or from timidness. "Go on, darling, lead the bloody way!"

I felt my own cheeks going red, partly because of his straightforward statement but also because I genuinely had never heard George raise his voice like he had just done.

"Cat's got your tongue now?!" My stuttering seemed to fuel his anger more. "C'mon, Y/n, talk! You wanted to talk!"

"SHUT THE HELL UP, GEORGE!" He clenched his jaw as his freckles drowned in a sea of pinkish red. "Yeah I want to talk! 'Cause that's what grown-ups do! We don't know how to act around each other so we just don't spend time together anymore— Fuck, I've barely seen you! AND WE. LIVE. TOGETHER!" I emphasised each word with stomps. "We can either pretend it didn't happen or talk it out to make sure we're on the same page, you choose but for Merlin's sake, don't avoid me!"

"OKAY!" His eyes widened, surprised at his own tone, and then he repeated in a softer, self-conscious one, "Okay." He breathed deeply and then added. "We're on the same page, right?" His eyebrows raised as he looked into my eyes. "It was... A mistake."

I should have noticed the uncertainty and hope in his voice, but I panicked and was too quick to respond, "Yeah! A massive mistake." My words stung my heart and, to my dismay, his own just as much. "Can we go back to being friends? Because I'm going crazy without you." I blamed our watery eyes to the argument we had had, and not to the fact that it had been a mistake.

He circled the counter and walked to me, hesitating before pulling me into a hug. "Can I...?" I tugged him closer, wrapping my arms around his middle. It took a moment for him to ease into my embrace, and I could tell we had fucked up our friendship for good. "It's alright, we'll make it right again." His words made me squeeze him tighter, as if he was about to vanish from my side.

And from then, we tried to make it right, we tried so hard, because it seemed so easy to make it wrong again.

Everytime we stood too close, everytime he leaned on to whisper something, everytime I helped him with his tie, our eyes would fall on each other's lips; I would sometimes drift off the conversation, staring too much at his mouth and hands, wandering if they would feel just as amazing as they had done while we were drunk.

"Y/n are you listening?"

"Uh yeah- I mean, no- sorry, what?"

I was so focused on trying to hide it that I didn't notice George was in the exact same situation, meaning that neither of us could give in, because we would go down together. In all honesty, it was doomed to happen at some point, we were just delaying the inevitable.

The moment came the last night of January, when George showed up in my room due to a really rough nightmare, and I, as always, invited him in so we could lay down together.

"Isn't this... Weird?" He murmured as we scooted closer. We had kept physical contact at bay for obvious reasons, and cuddling had been off the table since New Year.

"It doesn't have to be." I replied, my voice as quiet as his. "We've done this a thousand times."

"Right." He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from mines as we shifted in our places ever so slightly, trying to find a position where the situation turned less awkward.

And it happened, my mind got lost on the way his neck tensed, on the damp locks hanging over his forehead, sweaty due to the nightmare; on his plump lips, which he had just wetted with his tongue in the most subtle way. It was a nervous habit of him, something he would usually do, but that didn't make it any less hot.

"George..." I called his name without noticing, my heart hammering violently against my chest when his gaze landed on my eyes, quickly falling on my lips.

The next thing I knew was that he was holding my thigh over his hip, his other hand on the back of my neck while we shared a hungry kiss that, as soon as my hips involuntarily rocked against his, turned into something more.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

The next morning we swore to each other that it was just another accident, that it would happen again.

And the next one too.

And the following.

The fifth time that happened, we agreed to call the situation a 'friends with benefits' kind of thing, well aware that it was an euphemism for the downfall of our friendship.

I had longed to be hers for so long, and it that moment, as I lay by her side in her bed, that wish seemed so close yet so far; I could reach out and my fingertips would touch her skin, yet I had never felt that distant towards her.

The moment my eyes were averted from her form, her gaze was laid on me. "You don't have to go."

"I know." I replied in a mumble, already sitting up and reaching for my pants. "But soon we'll have to get up, so I might as well do that and let you sleep." I didn't want to turn around, I didn't want to see her beautiful irises pleading for me to stay by her side, because I knew I would.

I saw on my peripheral vision her fingers attempting to carefully wrap around my wrist, and I was quick to stand up and walk to the door; sadly, I did not miss Y/n burying her face into the pillow, her hands fisting on the fabric ever so subtly.

She tried to hide her tears like that, and I agressively wiped mines as soon as I reached the corridor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Morning, lady!" I light-heartedly greeted Y/n without turning my back to the making of our breakfast when I heard the steps approaching the kitchen.

In the morning it was easier to pretend everything was back to normal; usually, the refreshing sunlight and the drowsiness provided by a night of sleep were enough to wash away the sad truth of our relationship.

"Good morning, sir." She responded with a yawn, rubbing her eyes as she walked to stand besides me, leaning against the counter with her arms folded. "Smells good." She commented, leaning on to take a peek at the scrambled eggs.

I was about to make a cocky, playful comment when it dawned on me what she was wearing; it was my jumper, one of the old ones that I exclusively used for pyjamas.

I knew she didn't do it intently; I had left it on the floor the previous night, and it was probably the first thing she grabbed, but it struck a nerve.

I had seen a similar scene way too many times before; a sleepy, dishevelled Y/n entering the kitchen with an ugly Weasley jumper as only clothing, ready to start the bickering with an almost identical version of me who would be making breakfast.

My head then travelled to the thought that lately crossed my mind more often than not and my heart clenched; In Y/n's eyes, I was, most likely, just a poor replacement for Fred.

"You alright?" That worried furrow appeared between her brows too often lately. We were both walking on eggshells, and it got me on my nerves.

"You don't have to ask if I'm alright every time I'm quiet." I hadn't meant it to come out harsh or curt, but it definitely did.

"You're not quiet, you're overthinking." She responded with a tinge of hostility.

"What's to overthink?" I fought the need to raise my voice.

"Dunno, you tell me." She squinted her eyes with a scrutinising gaze directed to me.

"Can we not do this?" I almost pleaded; heated arguments had become a usual thing between us —yet another sign of the unfixable problem we refused to address.

Y/n was about to reply something that would lead us into a fight when the doorbell rung. "Mister Weasley?" I took that as a cue to go open the door to Verity, already dressed on her uniform. "The Valentine's Day products arrived, should I unpack them or..." Her eyes flickered behind me and her cheeks heated up. "Y/n—" When I looked over my shoulder, I felt my own face flushing out of embarrassment. Y/n was still my employee and Fred's ex, so Verity catching a glimpse of her dressed in my jumper wasn't the best thing for any of us. "I— am I— sorry, am I interrupting?"

"You're not interrupting." I assured her with a reassuring smile. "Leave the boxes on the puking pastries section, we'll be down in ten."

"Alright, sir." Her curious gaze travelled to Y/n one last time, and with that, she was rushing back down to the shop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

The ache that had appeared on my chest the day after New Year would end up killing me, or at least it felt like that.

I had a dreadful gut feeling of knowing what caused that pain, but my mind refused to believe it was that, and kept pushing the sensation back into my heart day by day.

George had gone to relocate the puking pastries in the upper level of the shop so I could prepare the section with the Valentine's Day products.

My eyes dawned on the small packages of Amortentia. I knew it was a terrible idea but I needed to know.

I took a look around, making sure Verity wasn't near and George was up still, and brought one of the Amortentias under my nose. It didn't take long for the scents to besot me, and I had to put all my will on not to fall under the potion's spell.

The first smell to reach my nostrils was gunpowder; my heart skipped a bit when the next scent was vanilla.

Then strawberry and chocolate; candy floss cupcakes and George's cologne.

The tiny, heart-shaped bottle fell from my hands, scattering all over the shop's floor. "Shit!" I rapidly kneeled to pick the shattered glass when I realized it had echoed in the empty establishment.

"Oi! What was that?" George descended from the second floor, using the ladder. "Oh shit—" his hands took a hold on my bicep and pulled me away from the pool of pinkish pearl liquid that seemed to be attracting me. "Don't!" He warned Verity, who had attempted to jog in the potion's direction too. "Verity, can you bring me my wand?" The girl complied running up to the office.

In Verity's absence, George took the chance and cupped my cheeks, tilting my head up to check my eyes. "You alright?" I managed to give him a slow nod, my mind buzzing with the newly acquired information. "Getting the Amortentias was a bad idea, wasn't it?" I nodded again, producing a frown between his eyebrows. "No 'told you so'? Are you sure you're alright?" He chuckled nervously, his hands falling to his sides right in time for Verity to rush back to us.

"Here, Mister Weasley!"

"Thank you, darling." He politely replied, taking the wand and restoring the potion bottle in a swift movement. His eyes peeked at me again; I could see the worry growing on him. "Y/n-"

"I'm gonna go wash my face." The words hastily left my mouth before I dashed off to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me and took a look at the mirror; my pupils were blown and my cheeks pink. I ran the tab and splashed the water on my face a few times until the potion's mild effect was gone and my mind clear.

It was in that moment that it dawned on me that I was in love with George Weasley.

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Casa de las Flores (transfemme!sarah)

(A/N) so... there is no nsfw in here. nothing that wouldn't be allowed in a pg-13 film, which is typically my policy: if i can see it in a pg-13 film, i can write it and put it on my tumblr :) anyways, enjoy. this takes place right after this.

Casa de las Flores looked small on the outside, a cute storefront with a few burnt out letters and a neon “OPEN” sign on the door, but the quaint look was merely a facade. On the inside, the dining room was large and lively, with a full-service bar and bright decorations. They were seated almost right away, sandwiched between an elderly couple and a family with a toddler and a baby.

“I’m Rosie, I’m going to be taking care of you two today,” The woman smiled, and set the menus down, “Can I get you started with some drinks?”

Ava glanced over the drink menu, skipping right down to the margaritas section.

“Yeah, can I get a strawberry margarita, frozen?” Ava requested, and Rosie nodded, scribbling down on her pad.

“And for you?”

“Uh…”

Crap, is she paying? Or am I? I should get something cheap, just play it safe… Wait, she said she was going to buy me dinner. She’s definitely paying. God, I don’t want to cost her too much…

“A uh… Err… Sparkling watermelon margarita on the rocks, hold the salt,” She blurted out, and Ava smiled at her, which was totally not helping the nerves.

“I’ll get those right out,” Rosie flipped her pad closed, and left the table.

“Really? No salt?” Ava queried, giving a slight chuckle.

“I always wipe it off when I get the salt,” Sarah admitted, “It just… I don’t know. It’s supposed to enhance the lime or something, but I’m just not into it. The bitterness just ruins the drink for me.”

“Huh,” Ava flipped the page on the menu, “I never knew that about you.”

“I mean, it’s not like I advertise my margarita preferences everywhere I go.”

Ava laughed, “Really? That’s my favorite activity!” She taunted, looking up at the other woman.

“Maybe I should give it a try,” Sarah remarked.

“What are you going to get?” Ava suddenly changed the subject, still flipping through the pages of the laminated menu, “I was looking at that baja grilled fish tacos but…” She winked, “I’m not sure if fish is the right choice on a first date.”

What the fuck. WHAT the fuck. What the FUCK.

Sarah laughed, although the comment took her off guard, “I was thinking of the enchiladas de espinaca, but I haven’t entirely ruled out the al pastor either.”

“Spinach? You’re bolder than I am,” Ava chuckled.

“I’ll only get it if you promise to let me know if I have some on my teeth.”

“Deal.”

A few quiet minutes later, Rosie was back, “How are we doing, ladies? Need another minute?” She asked, as she set the drinks down, “Frozen strawberry margarita, Watermelon margarita on the rocks, no salt.”

“I think we’re all set,” Ava raised an eyebrow at Sarah, who nodded.

Enchiladas de espinaca is cheaper.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Ladies first,” Ava winked.

“Uh…” Sarah gave a nervous laugh, “I will get the enchiladas de espinaca.”

“Great choice,” Rosie scribbled her order down, “And for you?”

“I will get the steak fajitas with flour tortillas, please,” She closed her menu, “Oh, and can we get a round of Mexican candy shots and a round of tequila shots?”

“Of course, I’ll have that right out.”

“Shots?” Sarah inquired.

“Shots.”

Is she trying to get me drunk? Ava did call an uber to get here, maybe she just wanted a drinking friend…

At the table next to them, the baby started crying. Sarah watched as the mother cooed and shushed, and eventually apologized to her party and left the restaurant with the baby. Ava sipped her drink, before speaking.

“Would you ever have kids?”

Sarah’s heart just about stopped.

She stammered, “I- uh… I don’t know, maybe. I always wanted to be a mom when I was younger,” She smiled, “I even tried to breastfeed my babydolls.”

Ava gave a hearty laugh, the kind of laugh that makes you feel like the lights have just been turned on, and you could finally see in a dark room.

“Didn’t every little girl?” She laughed some more, and Sarah joined in.

Yeah, but little boys didn’t.

“I don’t know,” Ava continued, “Giving birth sounds so painful,” She mused, “I had a pregnancy scare in high school, a false positive from a cheap piece of shit test, and all I could think about was how much it was going to hurt.”

“Oh my God,” Sarah chuckled, “Not even about what you were going to do, how your parents would react?”

“Not even a little bit.”

It was Sarah’s turn to let out a big laugh, imagining the strong, confident surgeon stress over pain, rather than the practical side of a teenage pregnancy.

“How DID your parents find out?”

She snorted, “They didn’t!”

Sarah laughed even harder, and a couple near them turned their heads to stare.

Rosie brought both rounds of shots; The tequila, and whatever a Mexican candy shot was. The tequila shot was a yellow-y caramel color, with salt and a lime on the rim. The Mexican candy shot was a pinkish red shot with what seemed to be Tajin salt around the rim, and a lime as well.

Ava nodded at the shots, “Which first?”

“The pink one,” Sarah reached for it, “What’s in it?” She gave it a sniff.

“It’s watermelon-y,” Ava grinned, “Bottoms up?”

Sarah clinked her shot against Ava’s, and threw it back. The Tajin shocked her taste buds, and the first taste of the actual shot was sweet, like biting into a cool, crisp watermelon on a warm summer day. Almost as soon as she tasted the watermelon, she tasted what seemed like hot sauce, and tart lime juice.

“Ugh, I love those,” Ava dramatically rolled her eyes back, before grinning at Sarah, who gave a smile in return.

“I’m a little scared of the tequila,” Sarah admitted.

“What? Bad night in college?” Ava teased, and Sarah blushed with embarrassment.

“I’ve… Actually never had tequila.”

“So why are you scared? You can wipe the salt off, you know.”

The tequila shot didn’t necessarily disgust her, but she didn’t enjoy it. The salt made her stick her tongue out in disgust, and the alcohol burned on her tongue. She looked up at Ava through watery eyes, and Ava was looking at her with an expression that Sarah couldn’t quite understand.

Ava clapped, and Sarah coughed, and their food arrived. Sarah went tunnel-vision on her food, and Ava’s laughter through their conversations was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol. By the time they finished dinner, Sarah was on her third, maybe fourth margarita. Ava coerced her into another tequila shot, and they shared a plate of churros. Sarah had even tried Ava’s, wiping off the salt from her rim.

The bill was well over a hundred dollars, most of it being alcohol, and Ava paid it with eight twenty-dollar bills without a second thought, and dragged Sarah out by the elbow.

“Y’know,” Sarah slurred, “I thought you hated me.”

Ava’s face fell, “I know.”

“I thau’ you’d neva’ talk t’ me again,” She mumbled, leaning into Ava.

“I know.”

“I was so so sad.”

“I know.”

They were quiet. The only sounds were the Chicago streets. The sounds melted together in Sarah’s head, and she felt miles taller than she was, and miles shorter at the same time. She felt like she might float away, like Ava’s arm was the only thing keeping her on Earth. Sarah was a balloon, but Ava was the string.

“Wanna go back to my place?” Ava whispered, seeming stone cold sober even though they had had the same amount to drink. Sarah was infatuated with her - Everything she did seemed to make her more and more attractive.

Sarah had half a mind to say no, but nodded eagerly.

“You bought me dinner,” Sarah sighed happily, “You’re so nice to me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

“Mmhmm…” Sarah agreed, “Because surgeons make more than psychiatrists.”

Ava laughed loudly, stumbling a bit herself, “How are you going to pay off all your debt if you buy dinner, miss fresh-out-of-medical-school?”

“Maybe I don’t hate the salt,” Sarah blurted out, ignoring Ava’s joke.

The two walked arm in arm, each of them letting out a giggle every few steps. Ava’s sober front slowly fell, leaving her just as messy as Sarah. They each did their fair share of holding each other up, until the doorsteps of the apartment building Ava lived in.

They stopped.

Ava stared into Sarah’s eyes, as if trying to puncture her soul with an IV needle. Ava had brown eyes - The kind that filled your heart with warmth like you’d just downed a hot cup of coffee between patients - And Sarah knew she had noticed it before, but she couldn’t remember when she realized how beautiful they were.

Ava’s breath, that once smelled like her chapstick and chewing gum, now smelled of strawberry margaritas, tequila shots, and salsa. Her mascara was mildly smeared, not from crying, but from God knows what antics the two had gotten up to. Her teeth were starkly white when she smiled, and made Sarah wonder if they were naturally that white, or if she had treated them to get there.

Ava’s lips made contact with Sarah’s before Sarah even knew they were heading that direction, and she simultaneously tensed her whole body and felt like she was melting to the floor.

Someone’s going to see, someone’s going to see us and hurt me, someone’s going to know-

Ava pulled off with a smack, and smiled coyly, “Wanna head upstairs?”

Sarah nodded, eyes wide. She felt short of breath, and anxiety bubbled in her stomach. Does she mean what I think she means?

She tripped twice heading up the stairs - The elevator was out of order. Ava held on to her, drunk but still more coordinated than Sarah could ever hope to be. Sarah saw stars, and a halo around Ava’s head, convincing her drunk mind that the blonde woman beside her was truly an angel.

When they got to Ava’s apartment, they were kissing before they even closed the door. Ava pushed Sarah against the wall, tearing her jacket off first and then Sarah’s. Somehow, with her eyes closed, she still managed to hang them up on the coat hooks beside their heads.

Ava pulled Sarah’s hair tie out, and tangled her hands in the woman’s curly locks. She needed her lips like she needed oxygen to breathe, and neither of them wanted to let go. Sarah felt things shift between her legs, making her attraction to Ava apparent to her, but even in her intoxicated state she still managed to feel the pang of dysphoria, which made her nauseous. Regardless, she didn’t falter, no matter the discomfort deep in the pit of her stomach.

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” Sarah breathed out between kisses.

Oh God.

“Honored to be your first,” Ava responded, equally as preoccupied.

Ava rested her hands on Sarah’s waist, hiking her shirt up slightly in the process. She shivered as Ava’s cold hands made contact with her skin, and her southern equipment stirred, making her dysphoric yet again and only contributing to the nausea. At this point, she couldn’t tell if she was truly nauseous from the alcohol, or just so dysphoric and anxious that her stomach couldn’t tell the difference. She powered through, distracting herself in the warmth of Ava’s mouth and the light touch from her fingertips.

Ava creeped up Sarah’s ribcage until she could feel the underwire of her bra, and then slipped her hands under. Sarah was suddenly very aware of her lower regions, her gaff, and how thin her scrubs were. She would be screwed if something slipped out.

Note to self:

Ava kissed down her neck.

Write a good review for this gaff later.

Ava started unbuttoning her shirt, kissing the newly bare areas as she went. Once she reached the bottom, her lips darted back up to her collarbone, sucking a hickey into the sensitive area.

Sarah’s job was to keep breathing, and not let the panic get the better of her.

This is fine. Adults do this. I’m an adult. She doesn’t know, and she wont find out because I won’t let this go that far.

Ava’s lips captured Sarah’s again.

I won’t let this go far enough to be a problem.

Ava’s hands trickled down to the button on her pants, and Sarah took in a sharp breath.

Ava looked up quizzically, “Do you want this?”

Yes, but I can’t.

Sarah didn’t respond, hoping her fear was not evident in her eyes.

The surgeon put one hand on Sarah’s cheek, and relaxed her other hand from her waistband, “You don’t have to. I won’t be mad.”

Sarah nodded, then shook her head, “I- uh, I don’t want to.”

The anxiety in her chest fizzled out as Ava stepped away, and as much as she craved intimacy, Sarah knew this was better. Ava gave her a warm smile, and held out her hand.

Sarah took it, receiving a squeeze from her, “I can get an Uber or a Lyft…”

Ava looked taken aback, “Why? You can stay, you know. You think I’m going to kick a drunk girl out at,” She glanced at her phone, “Eleven o’ clock at night?”

Sarah smiled sheepishly, and stood awkwardly for a second, “Uh… Where’s your bathroom?”

“Oh! That door right there,” She pointed to a modern white door, with silver fixtures. Sarah stumbled towards the bathroom, and practically fell into the room.

She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it. She slumped down, pulled her knees to her chest and rested her forehead against them.

After a few minutes of deep breathing exercises, she opened the door and hollered, “Ava?!”

“Yes?” The aforementioned woman looked up from the couch, where she was sipping a glass of water and playing a game on her phone.

“Is it okay if I shower?”

“Yeah! Let me get you something to sleep in, I think we’re similar in size.”

Sarah closed the door as Ava got up, and a few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Sarah opened it, and Ava handed her a stack of folded clothes, with two towels on the bottom, “I didn’t know if there were any towels in there, so if there are, just leave any extras under the sink.”

Sarah nodded, and Ava gave her a tight-lipped smile, and left.

Sarah closed the door.

It seemed that Sarah was given a bright pink muscle tee, with the words “Cardiac care is a work of heart” in all caps, with an anatomical heart image, and a pair of loose black sweatpants. She rolled her eyes at the shirt, surprised that Ava would own it. It seemed silly.

Sarah stripped, turned the water on as cold as it could go, and jumped in.

(A/N) thx for reading ! lmk what you thought <3

#chicago med #sarah reese #ava bekker #reesker #transfemme!sarah #enjoy!#tbh i went through a lot of questioning as to whether i should post this #but i love it too much not to

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Everyone Loves the Catering

Pairing: James McAvoy x reader Words: ~1.6K

[A/N: english isn’t my “mother language” so i’m sorry if there’s mistakes, typos, or it doesn’t make any sense, i’m sorry...]

I’ve been waiting this time of the week like crazy. Monday. I know Mondays isn’t everybody’s favorite day of the week, maybe the most hated day in the whole world what had invented. But for me, it’s the best day ever; I can go to work. Who the fuck loves to go to work after a nice and relaxing weekend?? Well I do, for sure. I’m maybe the most hated person in the world when I hate Fridays and love Mondays, but I can’t do anything about it that I love my job;

I can be surrounded by the most amazing people in the world; actors, producers and directors (don’t forget the technicians!) And the whole aura in the studio is amazing and relaxing; everyone is always happy when I bring the fresh coffee pan on the table and put the fresh sandwiches, cookies, candies and fruits on the table. Everyone loves the catering. But the most lovely thing this whole job is that I can see James McAvoy, the main actor in the whole process, my crush, my dream man. Even I don’t have any conversation with him or anything, it’s so lovely to see him coming to the catering table, taking his first fresh cup of coffee in the morning and smiling at me and my co-worker and thanking for always having a fresh coffee for serve. But I’ve been put in a marker that every time there’s a bigger coffee break, when everyone just needs to exhale and put the stress down a little bit and just need the caffeine and sugar in their veins, James is always the last one who comes to take his needs. Maybe because he knows that when everyone has run there for first and had taken the first fresh needs and there’s nothing to left, we will put some more fresh coffee and food. This has been happening for few days (the filming process has began 3 weeks ago and 4 week has started). He comes last to the table with a smile. “Morning” or “Afternoon” or “Evening” is coming out of his mouth, with the most sweetest and funniest Scottish accent what I’ve ever heard. First he greets my co-worker, just nodding his head with a little smile. He takes bun, sandwich or fruit on the table and put it in his mouth and then moves to the coffee pot, what is right front of me. He takes the coffee cup, put it under the pot, and takes the food out of his mouth and smiles at me. But today, something bigger was happening. “Good morning” was the phrase what he said today. “Good morning Mr. McAvoy” I smiled to him and he starts smiling more. He pours the coffee to his cup. “You know” he suddenly said, not walking away what he usually does when I’d greeted him. “It’s really nice to see your smile in these mornings”. Damn that made me blush and put my lips corners to my ears. “In these days, I rather say” he rephrased. “Thank you…?” I said, not really knowing what I should answer to that flirty little phrase what he had spitted out of his mouth. He gently lifted his right lip corner up, giving a little smirk to me and gave a little chuckle out. “But have good day Miss” he nodded, putting the bun –what he had taken from the bowl- to his mouth, taking the cup on the table and soon he was gone, leaving me with a red, pinkish cheeks and a stupid smile resting on my face. Someone says that the Scottish people have charm. They’re not wrong. They really do have. Especially James. I don’t know what really is the charming phase on that Scottish accent what makes me lose my pants and giggle like a little teenage girl. Maybe is the way how nicely he is rolling ‘r’s in his mouth, or well rounded vowel sounds, or having a lower register in pitch, resulting in quiet a relaxing sound, or maybe because it sounds so royal to me, who knows. But every time he opens his mouth and the perfect Scottish comes out, I would like to listen it for the rest of my life, laughing at some stupid words and trying to mimic the accent.

The next day was awful. I don’t know what I’d been eating or had someone poisoning my food, but I was throwing up the whole night when I get back home from work. I kept throwing up to the morning and realizing I can’t go to work today. What a fucking miserable day. During that day, all I was doing was throwing up and trying to drink and eat something that I could feel a little bit better. But one thing made me happy: my co-worker had texted me, when the day was over, that James was sad that I wasn’t at work. “Come again please?” Mr. McAvoy had lost his happiness when he didn’t see your smile on the morning, or during the day. He even asked where you are. “You gotta be kidding me” I’m not. And the rest of the day, he couldn’t concentrate or do his best. Every time when there was a little break, he always gazed his eyes to the catering table, like hoping you would be there. And he always came to the table, taking apple or sandwich, always making an excuse to be around the table. He even asked once “She’s not coming today?” and I really wanted to say that you will come, but I needed to say the truth. And it was heart breaking to see him getting more sad. “Now you’re over-phrasing that” But you get by point!! You are his lucky charm, horseshoe, ladybug, number seven, mojo! “You think so?” Don’t play stupid for fuck sakes! If this isn’t love then what is it then?? “Okay chill out dude! I’ll get myself to work tomorrow okay” Yes please! “Wish me luck that I won’t throw up all over the place”

The next day, I made myself to the work, wishing that I’ll not be thrown up all over the place. Luckily I didn’t. I walked fast, like a race walker, to the studio to make the fresh coffee. The morning started, everyone had taken their coffees but not James. I couldn’t see any glance of him. I had a little coffee pot, fresh coffee on it of course, waiting for James. It was dedicated just for James. I don’t even know why I had done that, maybe the words what my co-worker had said to me about James was the reason of it. Still waiting, nervously, to James arrive to the catering. The day went longer and longer, still getting no glances of James in the whole studio. Where the fuck is he??

Sitting on the catering’s back room, almost giving up for him, my co-worker walked in. “Your knight has arrived” she said and I looked at her with wide open eyes. “What?” “I said, your knight is waiting for you there, waiting the fresh coffee of yours” she laughed and in that same second I jumped up on the chair and ran to the door, where I saw the most prettiest Scottish man alive. I inhaled long, getting my head and body together, and then walked to the table. I wish I could describe James’ smile when he landed his eyes on me. “You’re back” he breathed out with a huge smile. “I am” I answered him with a smile. I took the fresh coffee pot on the ground and put it right front of him. “You know, I need to tell you something” he started when he poured the coffee on his cup. “While not seeing your pretty smile yesterday, my concentration was gone. I couldn’t do anything good and the director was mad to me while not being the good actor” he laughed. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. His whole face, smiling down to his coffee cup, was way too thought taking. He made me numb, thoughtless. Finally he stopped pouring the coffee and moved his eyes to me. Damn those blue ocean eyes. He smirked widely and gave a chuckle. “What?” I asked with confused cough. “Damn those blue eyes” he said my words, what I thought I’d said in my head. While realizing that I’d said it loud, I slammed my hand on my face “Well fuck” and he laughed, this time laughed, not chuckled. Hearing his laugh made me blush even more. My face was like a fire truck. I didn’t want to take my hand from my face. It would be too embarrassing him to see my bare red ass face. “May I ask you something” he said, making to take my hand off my face. I felt how the redness on my face was disappearing. “Sure” “Does the pretty lady have name?”. This gotta be a dream. There’s no way that James McAvoy is asking my name. Seriously. “Maybe” I said, giggling like a little girl, again. James put the coffee cup from his hand on to the table and leaned closer, looking behind him. “Well does the mysterious pretty girl want to have coffee with me in the nearest café?” he whispered. Yep, I was having a dream, a really good dream. “Sure” I finally said, trying to keep my smile off from my face. “Good” he smiled. “Maybe there I can know you name” and I had never smiled so wide and happily. The Scottish really have some charm.

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sell-our-skins · 4 years

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Day 4 of Paradise Motel Week Post Canon AO3 Link ~ Hum Hallelujah “Trying to honor the dead is really difficult when the person who killed them is *right there*”

The Girl was struggling to close her backpack. It was a fairly cheap thing, recently bought by her mom. The shade reminded her of apricots, and all of the times she used to steal fruit flavored candies with Ghoul. Actual fruits were impossible to come by in the zones, or at least they used to be, but with BL/ind being gone, she supposed that she could try a real one now.

It was hot in the car. She was sitting in the passenger seat and the sun was beating down on her through the windshield. Her door was open, occasionally giving a short gust of wind. ‘Mom’s getting the keys,’ she told herself. Soon she could crank up the air conditioning and try to relax. That was, if the bag would actually close.

The zipper refused to budge. She gave it another exasperated tug, “Motherfucker,” she hissed out. Stupid zipper. Stupid backpack.

“Motorbaby?” Maya poked her head into the front seat of the van. Her dark hair, which was streaked with the occasional grey, was pulled up into a loose bun and a leather jacket thrown over a plain green tank top, “You need help?”

The Girl sighed, silently handing her mom the backpack in defeat. Maya smiled warmly, opening up the glovebox in front of the Girl with a gentle click. It was filled to the brim with trinkets from their adventures so far. The older Killjoy pulled out a half melted blue candle and began to carefully rub it over the zipper lining.

The Girl arched one of her eyebrows.

“Don’t question me, child of mine,” she warned with a chuckle, setting the candle down on the dashboard. Maya firmly grabbed the stubborn zipper, and closed the bag with ease.

“I take back my eyebrow raise. You’re clearly a deity in disguise,” Maya rolled her eyes, handing the Girl her bag and buckling herself up. The Girl carefully set the fruit-colored-bag in the backseat.

Maya started the van, and she started to head towards Route Guano. It was only now sinking in, what they were doing and where they were going. The Girl could feel her stomach flip with anxiety and her head filling with doubts.

It was apparently visible in her face, since her mom commented on it, “You know, we don’t have to do this. We could… make an altar for ourselves. Just a family thing.”

She actually considered it for a second, but no. She wasn’t going to let some asshole ruin her day

“I’ll be fine.”

--=+=--

The two Killjoys pulled up to the Ultra V hideout, which was formally some type of restaurant. A fast food place, most likely, but it was nearly unrecognizable. It was covered in spray painted tags and other interesting looking ornaments. However, today, it was also decorated with different types of desert wildflowers.

Pretty much as soon as the car had stopped, a teal haired Killjoy burst through the front of the restaurant, followed by their pink haired twin.

“KIIIIIIID! KID KIID!” the twins called out, running towards the car as fast as they could. The Girl felt a little smile appear on her face as she opened the door and hopped out of the van. Instantly, Vaya had pulled her into a tight hug and loudly exclaimed, “I can’t believe you actually came!”

“Yeah, glad you could make it, tumbleweed,” Vamos tried to play faer previous excitement off casually. Fae leaned against the van, a caricatured version of looking cool. Though they somehow made it work.

“Don’t scratch the paint, pup,” Maya piped up, hopping out of their car with a bag slung over her shoulder, “Can ya’ lend me a hand?”

“‘Course, Ms. Psychic,” Vaya called out, letting go of the girl and rushing to the other side of the van, their sibling following closely behind.

Merely a few seconds later, Vinyl came walking towards the group. The Girl gave him a wave, grabbing her apricot backpack from the backseat. Vinyl pointed at her backpack, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, uh, I got it. You can see if mom needs help, though,” he nodded at her words and travelled around the vehicle. The Girl glanced over at the doorway. The last member of the Ultra Vs was just standing there. Staring back at her and leaning against the doorway. His hair had faded slightly, turning a sort of pinkish red.

She sighed and looked up into the sky. Probably around 4.

‘You’ve been through hell and back you can deal with this,’ she ran a hand through her hair and made her way into the Ultra V hideout. Val’s eyes were practically staring right through her. Like a snake watching its prey. The Girl just tried to not acknowledge it.

She looked around at the now decorated restaurant. There were a handful of wildflowers in a variety of colors in cans and petals on the ground. A desk had been pushed out into the front room, making a makeshift altar. It was extremely plain, the only things on it being a faded polaroid of Volume in a soft yellow frame, a couple bad luck bead bracelets placed on the corners of the picture frame, a bag of chips, most likely stolen from Tommy, and a hair dye kit in Electric Frankenstein.

She opened up her bag and began to pull things out of it. Beads, photos, and other precious items. The Girl started to add things to their shared altar, making sure everyone had a section. Her family, her friends, no one was left out.

“Surprised you’re even here, halo head,” Val finally piped up, after what quite possibly could have been the most awkward silence.

‘Halo head,’ she mused to herself, ‘haven’t heard that one in a minute.’

“I’m here to help, don’t get sour,” she said with a sigh, carefully setting out both the battery powered and real candles.

“Help with what? None of this even… matters,” he moved away from his spot in the doorway and towards the altar she was working on.

She didn’t even dignify his sentence by turning to look at him, continuing to set out the picture frames. Val was just trying to get a rise out of her, she knew it.

“I mean, what deity is this for, again?”

“The Phoenix Witch,” the Girl strung a string of bad luck beads around the top of the desk.

“Yeah, the humanoid in a feather coat.”

She gave Val a somewhat annoyed look from over her shoulder, “Just a few months ago you saw me explode into a ball of green electricity,” she went back to what she was doing.

That seemed to set him off, really make him flare up, “I’m not gonna let some bomb with a silver tongue make my crew-”

“Heyyyyy!” Vaya announced their presence as they burst in through the front door. When they noticed how tense Val was, they cleared their throat, “Hope I didn’t interrupt your little get together.”

“Nope, we’re fine,” the Girl put on a fake smile. Apparently it was believable enough, because they let it go with a shrug.

Vaya was followed in by the rest of the Killjoys, all holding different bags filled with goodies.

Val’s anger seemed to fizzle out, since he practically slunk back into the background. It was like a sparkler, going from loud, bright, and fiery to silent in a matter of minutes. A sparkler in Poison Red hair dye. It still made her frown when she thought of it.

--=+=--

The altar was almost completely done, and Vamos was helping with the finishing touches. It was packed full of gifts and photographs, all meant to honor the ghosted. Maya, Vinyl, and Vaya were all in the restaurant’s kitchen, cooking both for the altar and for all of the other Killjoys. There was laughter coming from the kitchen. Well, Vaya and Maya were laughing, Vinyl was trying to fight the smile that wanted to appear on his face. The others were able to hear due to the openness of the restaurant. Val was hunched over on the couch, scribbling in his notebook.

“Lookin’ pretty shiny,” Vamos adjusted one of the frames near the back, since the glare of the lights had made it difficult to see. In it was a photo of Dr. Death Defying and Cherri Cola that the Girl had stolen out of Dr. Death’s station. Faer smile faded almost instantly.

“Christ, I kinda miss the old man,” fae mumbled, tone somewhat sorrowful, maybe even regretful. Fae brushed some of their neon hair out of faer eyes and continued to stare at the frame for a moment. Val shifted on the couch, no longer hunched over. No, now he was listening.

“Yeah, but, I guess… it happens… in a way?” the Girl struggled to find the words, she could feel herself getting somewhat choked up.

“It wasn’t his time,” Maya added, her tone laced with bitterness, “It’s a damn shame, but he’s with the witch now”

“God can you hear yourselves? He was a broken record. A dust angel. What’s the point of all of this?” Val’s voice snapped through the conversation. Everyone was tensely staring at Val, now. A stiff silence having come over the room.

“You wouldn’t know a broken record if you were hit over the head with one,” the Girl snapped back, after what felt an eternity, “The hell is wrong with you? Why can’t you just enjoy something for once?”

Val wrinkled his nose at her, storming out of the building without another word. Fuck.

“Guess you really blew up on him,” Maya tried, her joke falling flat.

--=+=--

It had only been around 15 minutes. The Girl hesitantly poked her head out of the door, looking at Val, who was sitting on the stairs.

“What?” he didn’t look up at her, like he thought the pavement was the most interesting thing in the zones. The stars were just starting to pop up in the sky, the sun sinking behind its spot in the hills.

The Girl just plopped down next to him and stared up at the sky, “You don’t have to like me, Val.”

Val looked up from his pavement, staring at the Girl with a look of mostly confusion.

“We just can’t keep pretending like we aren’t bothered by each other,” she ran a hand through her hair, focusing on a particularly bright star.

There was a beat of silence, “And I know you’re too stubborn to agree. It’s fine,” she hoped that her words came off as lighthearted. The last thing she needed was Val snapping at her again.

“You like the stars?” he finally spoke up.

She broke her staring contest with the bright star to glance at her fellow Killjoy, “Yeah, uh…” The Girl ran a hand through her hair again, debating whether to share what just popped into her head.

“Party, they used to tell me that when you got ghosted you would get turned into a star,” Val looked over at her, his face unreadable, “It always made me feel better, when I would hear people talking about claps going South on the radio. Made me feel like they were just… turning into stardust.”

He looked like he was processing her words, struggling to find the right response.

“Shiny,” is what he finally landed on.

“Yeah, shiny.”

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singaporeluststoriescollection · 5 years

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How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 4)

With a mouth full of cum, Eyvon stealthily moved back to her original position, pretending as if nothing has happened. My satisfied penis is now flaccid, still leaking a very small amount of cum. I felt extremely drained- partly due to the psychological pressure of having my future sister-in-law suck my dick right beside my girlfriend.

I stretched my hand out to take some tissues from the box on the table, hoping to wipe my penis clean and give Eyvon something to spit my cum into. After pulling a significant amount of tissues from the box, I turned to face Eyvon, trying to tell her to spit into the tissues.

However, to my surprise, I came to witness Eyvon’s throat moving- just like that of someone swallowing food or water. Eyvon’s eyes were facing the front, but I was pretty sure she knew that I was trying to pass the tissues to her, as the next thing she did was still one of sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed. She parted her lips, sticking her pinkish tongue out, seemingly licking at nothing.

She swallowed everything. She was trying to show me that she has swallowed every drip of my cum. Just that alone was enough to make my penis hard again- albeit hurting a little.

Still dazed from the experience, it took me a couple of seconds before I finally snapped back to reality. I quickly wiped my penis clean and dispose of the tissues in an empty can of pringles. Naturally, I wouldn’t want anyone finding my cum stained tissues in the rubbish bin of the living room.

And the rest of the day went by rather peacefully, with nothing major or dramatic happening.

I honestly thought I would be killed by the guilt of receiving a blowjob from my future sister-in-law, but somehow, I wasn’t too affected by it. Looking back, this might have to do with the fact that Eyvon and I were both willing parties- and somehow, for reasons unknown, I don’t think Evelynn would freak out even if she were to find out about this.

Before long, it was night time and I was lying in bed, thinking about what happened during the day…

My thoughts were that of both fear and excitement. How could I have done something like that right beside Evelynn? Furthermore, it was with her sister! However, I can feel my manhood tingle whenever I think about the moment, she took it all in her mouth. Evelynn is already asleep and I did not want to wake her up just for sex. Besides, she would be pissed if I were to do that.

“I should probably do something about this boner…” I thought to myself. With a half erect penis, I attempted to make my way to the bathroom as quietly as possible.

However, as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I could hear a door open, as if it was anticipating my actions. Just who could it be? Perhaps I was too loud and woke Evelynn up? Or could it be…

…And to my delight- it was Eyvon’s door.

Like a little boy who’s anticipating his birthday cake, I swore my eyes sparkled in the darkness. Slowly but surely, Eyvon’s figure emerged from the shadows. She’s like a sly fox- awaiting the perfect moment to snare her prey. The dim lights from her room illuminated her figure, and all I could make out was her shapely body. I was certain she was looking at me- I mean, why else would she be standing at the side of her door and not doing anything else?

Without a word, I took a step towards her. Slowly but surely, I was closing the distance between us. With every step, I could see more of her silhouette. She was wearing a white singlet that’s a little too small for her. While I was expecting to see her perky nipples beneath her clothes, I was instead greeted with a visible pair of lacy red bra, accentuating the shape of her breasts.

Only when I was 5 steps away from her did I realize that she wasn’t wearing any shorts or pants! Her lacy red panties left nothing to my imagination, as the translucent strip of cloth running across her panties outlined her private areas.

“Hey…” Eyvon whispered, trying her best to keep her volume down. “…can’t sleep, my dear brother-in-law?”

…She’s doing this shit on purpose, and I wasn’t about to lose at this game.

“Yeah… for some reason I can’t, dear sister-in-law…” I replied cheekily.

The above convo may sound really cheesy to you guys, but I swear this has got to be one of the most arousing things someone has ever said to me.

Eyvon chuckled, turning around while signalling for me to enter her room.

“I think I know what can help…”

I could still vividly remember the smell of lavender lingering in the air. A thin line of smoke was rising from what I could only assume is a diffuser of sorts. The lavender helped calm down my throbbing heart, which was about to smash through my ribs at the rate it was thumping. Instinctively, I shut the door behind me and locked it promptly. The last thing I need is someone busting through that door and spoiling this long-awaited moment.

“Hey…” Eyvon called out for me, ever so seductively.

I turned my body around, coming face to face with Eyvon, who was holding two glasses of red wine between her fingers.

“I’ve heard that red wine helps soothe your nerves…” Eyvon continued, handing me a glass of wine. “…this might help you go to sleep”

Receiving the glass from her right hand, I took the chance to fondle her hand a little. Smooth and soft… like how I remembered them to be. Eyvon made herself comfortable at the edge of her bed, with her legs crossed. Slowly, she swirled the liquid in her glass as she delivers it to her mouth.

“The wine is nice…” I commented. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep any time soon…”

The bulge in my shorts was going strong- and being in the same room as a sexy lady like Eyvon definitely isn’t helping it calm down. I took a step forward, now standing right before Eyvon’s face.

“…looks like I better help you with it, then…” Eyvon smiled a little, placing her wine glass on the floor.

Eyvon wrapped her fingers around my little member through the fabric of my shorts, and started rubbing it in a circular motion.

“Do you think a little massage would help you calm down, my dear brother-in-law?” Eyvon chuckled sheepishly.

Not allowing any opportunity for this kinky role-play to slip, I responded almost immediately.

“Perhaps, my dear sister-in-law… how about we find out?”

With her other hand, Eyvon slipped my shorts off, revealing my manhood in its full glory.

“I better do something about this before things go out of control…” Eyvon whispered rather loudly, intending for me to hear every word she’s saying…

With one swift motion, my shorts were dropped onto the floor. Eyvon’s face was right beside my member, concentrating on it while her fingers were rubbing it back and forth.

Her warm breath was like an aphrodisiac, making my penis harder by the moment. Not satisfied with just a hand job, I combed my fingers through her hair, giving the back of her head a gentle push. Smart as she is alluring, Eyvon immediately got the hint.

She looked upwards, staring straight into my eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly, allowing only the tip of my penis to enter her mouth. Her tongue played around with my tip, licking it around like a popsicle.

Showing no signs of letting up, Eyvon’s fingers continued rubbing my shaft, as if she was forcing me to cum as quickly as possible.

And I was not about to let that happen this time.

Not expecting me to pull away from her, Eyvon lost her balance- and I took the chance to push her into her bed. With my arms around her waist, I went down on her without any warning.

I ran my tongue along the translucent strip on her panties, and I could feel Eyvon shuddering every time my tongue rubbed against her sensitive spots.

“Ahh… no, I am… haa…” Eyvon’s protests were soon replaced by moans of pleasure. It doesn’t take a professional to notice that she’s not used to other people going down on her.

The confident and somewhat cocky Eyvon is now gone- and in her place is a sexy vixen who is enjoying her very first carnal pleasure in a long time.

The way she turned her head and covered her mouth only made me want to bully her more. Like a shy bunny, Eyvon’s face was flustered and embarrassed.

I knew what I had to do.

Using my tongue to push the fabric aside, I gained access to the ultimate prize- her drenched lady parts. I was a little surprised at how wet it was. Even Evelynn was never this wet when we were having sex.

Brushing the tip of my tongue against the area around her clit, Eyvon could no longer keep her voice in.

“Ahhh!” She moaned relatively loudly, as if awakening to her dormant desires…

Not letting up, I continued massaging her labia with my tongue, licking up her lady fluids in the process. From the corner of my eyes, I could see Eyvon covering her mouth with the back of the right hand. She’s trying really loud to not let any more noise escape.

That’s pretty cute, I thought to myself. It’s as if she was shy about me hearing her moans. Hoping to get another reaction from her, I started sucking on her clit, slurping on it as if it’s a piece of candy. She started twisting her body about, as if she was trying to escape from my incessant licking. Naturally, I was not about to let her do so. I leaned forward a little, mouth still stuck to her lady parts- and it was at that moment when it happened.

“Ahhh!” Eyvon moaned all of a sudden, and her reaction was pretty big.

She looked down at me working on her pussy, and soon realized that I’ve stuck my index finger into her nectar hole. I looked at her in the eyes for a brief moment, before pulling my finger out from her hole in one unannounced motion. Eyvon’s body jerked a little, causing her to fall back onto her bed.

“Hnngh! No! Hmm…” Eyvon muffled her mouth with her palms, protesting my actions.

Despite her saying that, I knew that she was enjoy herself- as her hips were moving on its own, trying to make my finger go even deeper into her pussy. In order to reach deeper into the nectar cave, I switched to my middle finger, entering her pussy in a hook-like motion. This, couple with my tongue constantly teasing her pussy, caused Eyvon’s body to convulse a little.

“Hmmmm! Ahhh… hnnngg!” Not long after, in a series of loud and uncontrolled moans, Eyvon started achieving orgasm.

Her hips started moving faster, and she was gripping tightly onto the bed sheets. To catch up to her momentum, I started thrusting my fingers faster, doing my best to synchronise my movement with hers.

Without any warning, her body tightened up, and her legs clamped together.

It took her at least a good ten seconds before she released the grip around my neck. Pulling away from her pussy, I witnessed a worn out and flustered Eyvon, catching her breath on the bed.

Not wanting to let this opportunity slip, I pulled myself upwards, positioning my penis right before her drenched pussy…

The very moment my penis touched the opening of her vagina, Eyvon shifted the hips aside. My heart sank- perhaps sex was out of the question? Before I could speak, a faint voice came out of Eyvon’s mouth.

(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continued…)

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casseythebee · 5 years

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Crown of Roses

Bingo Spot: Fourth of July

Summary: After a long debate you and Sam finally set on a date for your wedding and the day has finally come.

Pairing: Sam x reader

Words: 1.7k-ish

Warning: pregnancy, a tiny bit of smut (it is literally just kissing in underwear), language

[Y/N’s POV]

“Triplets!”

“Dean calm down, it’s going to be okay,” you say to him holding your hands up in a defensive position.

“How are we going to be able to take care of triplets?” he bellows. “Wait a minute how long have you known and not told me?”

You and Sam make eye contact but look away quickly, avoiding Dean’s glare. “Well-” Sam starts but you cut him off with a death stare of your own. “We have to tell him at some point.”

You shake your head. “He is going to be pissed.”

“Cas,” Sam says, “had his suspicions early on but was not confirmed until after about 3 weeks give or take a few days.”

“You didn’t tell me for 13 weeks!”

“We didn’t want to tell you until we were absolutely sure that the babies would survive,” you admit. You have read that the risk of miscarriage is low after at least 10 weeks and that most women come out and say it after the first trimester. But you were scared. Sometimes multiple pregnancies don’t always survive, more so back in the day but you just wanted to stay safe. “It is a set of twin girls and a boy.”

“Cas! Why did you change it?” Charlie screeches. “I love that song!”

“By now you should've somehow

Realized what you gotta do!” you and Charlie scream-sing in unison.

Cas is driving, Charlie is upfront and you are sprawled out in the back. You are 12 hours into a 13 and a half-hour drive down to Padre Island, Texas. You and Sam chose the Fourth of July and the island for your wedding.

“And all the roads we have to walk are winding

And all the lights that lead us there are blinding!” you two sing again.

Charlie is wiggling around in her seat dancing to the best of her ability in the cramped truck. “Come on Cassey! Sing along with us!”

“Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me!” he sings in his deep voice.

“You're my wonderwall!” you yell.

Cas and Charlie are going to be your bridesmaids while Jack and Dean are going to be Sam’s groomsmen. Your bridesmaids helped you pick out your dress and you got to pick out their outfits. You wanted a red-themed wedding with roses because roses have always been your thing. You and Sam rented the honeymoon suite for the week while the rest of the gang is only staying the night.

You decided to keep the wedding small not a lot of people just your closest friends.

“Like a river flows surely to the sea!” Charlie screams.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” you yell over the loud music. “I want this to be the song to be our wedding song! But the Tyler Joseph version!”

“Yes, that would be adorable!” Charlie gushes. “Now I want to listen to them.”

You guys spend the next hour and a half screaming along to the lyrics of Twenty One Pilots and rapping to the best of your ability.

“We are here. Look at the view,” Cas says. It is a beautiful beach with bright blue water and golden sand, the people are starting to thin out leaving the beach practically empty.

You all pull up to a nice hotel and all pile out to rush the hotel to check-in. It is only 6 o’clock so after you all drop off your stuff in your rooms and head out to get dinner and explore.

“Sammy my feet and back hurt,” you wine giving him puppy dog eyes.

He leans over and places a kiss on your forehead. “We are almost there, love. It’s right there.”

Dean found a pub that is walking distance to the hotel that you are all going to eat at. Once again you eat way too much for dinner and Dean drinks a lot and you guys are out of there by 8.

“I can’t walk around anymore, you guys go out and explore I’ll go back to the hotel,” you tell them turning to go.

Sam grabs on to your arm and says, “I’ll go with.”

You two head up to your room and finally get a look around. On the wall opposite the door is a big king-sized bed. In a crevice in the are a heart-shaped hot tub and a spacious bathroom with a large double shower. Across from the bed is a huge flat screen tv.

“So… what do you want to do?” you ask looking up at him.

He leans over and starts kissing you. His tongue runs over your bottom lip asking for permission to enter, which you oblige to happily. He starts backing the two of you back towards the bed until the back of your knees hit the edge.

“Lay down,” Sam growls.

You turn around and crawl towards the headboard before turning back and settling down. When you look back at Sam he is in nothing but his boxers so you start to strip down to your underwear. He kisses a trail up your legs, your chest, and finally stopping at your mouth.

You sigh into his mouth before pulling away and laying a hand on his chest. “I am so tired after that car ride that I just need to relax, I’m sorry.”

“No, you are totally fine.”

You both settle in under the covers and put on a Marvel movie, Winter Soldier to be exact. About halfway through the movie, you doze off and Sam soon follows suit. But only a few minutes later you are yanked awake when Charlie, Dean, Cas, and Jack barge into the room.

“Woah, woah, woah, there is no sleeping together now! You guys have to get ready!” Dean says coming over. “Wait a minute please tell me you guys didn’t… you know, do it.”

“No, I promise,” You yawn and rub your eyes, “I know that is bad luck. What time is it anyway?”

“Almost 9 and we need to get you ready. Dean, Jack, Sam you go to the other room and get ready. Set up the beach we meet you down there, okay?” Charlie says looking at each of them. “Now go!”

When they are finally gone she grabs your dress out of the closet along with her’s and Cas’ suit. “You are going to look positively gorgeous in this.”

“Oh stop it, you’re too kind,” Cas jokes.

You all giggle and start to get ready. Charlie helps you get into the dress and do your makeup. When you are all done you look into the full-length mirror in the closet. Long whitish-pinkish lace hugs your frame and pools at your feet creating a train behind you. A sweetheart shaped neckline accentuates your breasts and makes them look full. The off the shoulder, full, sheer straps pull the dress together nicely. You decided to go natural for makeup, with nothing but sparkly lipgloss and mascara. Cas actually did your hair in large ringlets cascading down your shoulders and back with a crown of roses atop your head.

Next Charlie slips into her dress. It has the same sweetheart neckline and is a candy apple red fit and flare dress, with tank top straps. You french braid a couple of pieces of her hair and pull them back before weaving baby’s breath into it. She slips into plain black flats before looking into the mirror.

“Oh my god! I didn’t even realize this dress had pockets!” Charlie yells in excitement. “You did a great job making me look pretty. Thank you.” She turns and hugs you, making sure she doesn’t squish your baby belly.

“Cas you have to get ready as well,” you say turning to him. “You are not allowed to wear that dirt trench coat to my wedding.”

“It’s fine.” He snaps his fingers and the suit you picked out for him magically appears on him, and his old clothes are neatly folded on the bed.

“Show off,” you say and Charlie rolls her eyes.

Cas is wearing a black suit with a white button-down, a red vest underneath, and a red and black striped tie.

“Looks like you forgot something smart ass,” you scold him and reach into his suit bag to grab the red pocket square before folding it and tucking it in.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” Cas admires stooping down to place a kiss on top of your head.

You whisper a quiet thank you to him as you feel your face heat up. “Wait where are my shoes?”

“Shit did Dean forget to grab them?” Charlie rips through everything trying to find them before you lay a hand on her arm.

You lightly say to her, “It’s okay. It will be kind of fun to go barefoot, I can dig my toes in the sand. Besides, the shoes will hurt my feet anyways.”

Cas helps you walk to the car because your feet still hurt, and you notice Dean left Baby for your guys to arrive in style.

Cas drives agonizingly slow to the beach but lucky for you the view is amazing. It is a clear night and the sky looks amazing, the stars and moon lighting up the night.

A gasp escapes you when you see what the boys set up for you. There is a long and wide trail of roses and rose petals leading from the foot of the stairs to the arch, which is decorated with vines of roses. Along the path are lit candles. On each side of the path, there are five chairs arranged neatly, each of them filled with other hunters dressed up in their finest clothes. Among the crowd are Claire, Alex, and the witch twins. Underneath the arch, Jody stands in the middle with Sam to your right and behind him are Dean and Jack- in that order.

Cas gets out of the car and offers you his arm. “My lady,” he says with a smirk and wink.

You grab his arm and he helps you out of the car and starts walking you down the stairs. Charlie grabs the train behind you to keep it from dragging and you all walk down together.

When you all get to the end Charlie walks off to stand in her spot and Cas brushes a kiss against your cheek. “Be good to her, or else,” Cas warns Sam.

“Ready?” Sam asks grabbing your hands.

“Ready is most definitely my middle name.”

Fireworks go off a little way down the beach as well as your heart.

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Drive (Part 2)

"He said he doesn't trust DK. I'm telling you, Y/N, Seungcheol doesn't hate you, he likes you, but his pride gets in the way," Nayoung confessed.

"Really, Nayoung? Is that why every race I go to, he glares at me, annoyingly calls me Strawberry, he always has to say something about the 'Socs','Preps' and 'Greasers'," Y/N put the phone down to look through her closet for an outfit.

"I'm telling he's mostly harmless. If it doesn't work out with DK, give S. Coups a shot."

Y/N contemplated, "maybe."

Y/N, who was doing her makeup, could hear Nayoung cheering on the other end of the phone.

"Hanging on you, Na."

"Tell me everything that happens! Love you!"

"Will do, love you too."

Beep.

Y/N decided on a simple cat-eye liner and her signature bright pinkish-red lipstick completed with a mid-thigh length dress with a light tan cardigan. As she was putting on her finishing touches, her phone buzzed.

The door opened to Y/N's room and she turned to see DK, holding a bouquet of flowers, wearing leather pants, a nice light blue polo and his signature dark green jacket.

"Wow," both said. DK began to blush while Y/N turned back to her mirror.

"I'll be ready in a second."

"Take your time, we have 2 hours before the movie starts. Woozi and The8, uhhh Minghao, saved us some spots in the back row and we have our own space. I also have my dad's pick-up truck," He said with his signature smile.

"Pulling out all of the stops, huh?"

"Well, I've been waiting to ask you on a date for a while, but I thought you were with S. Coups, like a fuckbuddy type of dating, or with Jun."

"Dear God, no to both of them," The girl said, laughing, "Jun is a friend, albeit a very flirty one, he does that shit with everyone."

DK looked at Y/N, "that's good news to hear. You ready to go?"

Y/N grabbed his hand, "let's go."

As DK pulled up to the drive-in, he saw some of the guys, Woozi and Jeonghan, waiting in the spots.

"Look, it's lover boy and his princess," Jeonghan nudged Woozi.

"Just because you don't have someone to fuck you on the regular doesn't mean you can give shit to DK for having one," Woozi says, pushing the older man off the car.

"Where's Wonwoo and The8?" DK asked.

"Snack bar," Jeonghan and Woozi said in unison. Jeonghan looked Y/N up and down.

"At least it's not a Soc. I'm gonna go help Wonwoo and Minghao," he mumbled, running off to the snack bar.

"If you two do anything, please be quiet. This movie is a cult classic and I don't want it tainted because Seokmin couldn't keep it in his pants."

"What's the movie?" Y/N asked.

DK grinned at his date, "'Heathers'. And it starts in about 30 minutes, come on, let's get comfortable."

The 3 guys came back to the group a few moments later, carrying with them hot dogs, nachos, cotton candy and the stereotypical junk food for a movie. Wonwoo handed some nachos and cotton candy to DK as Y/N cuddled up to him, as the movie begun.

"So."

"You're not with S. Coups?"

"I already told you I'm not."

"Good, because I'd like to take you on a few more dates."

"Maybe if this one goes well," Y/N winked at DK. The tall boy looked over at his friends to see if they were watching them or the movie. Jeonghan was, unsurprisingly, asleep, Woozi and Minghao were too engrossed by Veronica and J.D. poisionsing one of the Heathers while Wonwoo was reading a book on his phone.

DK positioned himself to where he was on top of Y/N, in between her thighs. He leaned in to start kissing her as the movie hid any moans from Y/N. The two laid there, making out for a good chunk of the movie until Woozi throw a box of candy at them.

"Keep it in your pants until you two get home, you asshat."

Y/N and DK were giggling in the back of the truck as Minghao started to whoop at the two. The movie ended soon after and DK drove Y/N home.

"So."

"Is that your favorite word?"

"I really like you, Y/N. But.."

"You're scared of the Socs?"

DK drove silent until a small little "yea" came out.

"Well, it's your choice if you do or don't want to be with me because some asshole with a pride issue says we can't."

DK smiled at Y/N, "give me a little time. I promise you I'll get over my fear of him, the big scary S. Cou-"

"DK, stop the car!" Y/N yelled.

DK immediately put his foot on the brake pedal, seeing the scene in front of him. A house fire, Y/N's parents outside as the firefighters were working to put out the last flames. Y/N unbuckled her seatbelt, running out to her parents, followed by DK.

"Y/N honey," her mother called out, hugging her daughter.

"What happened?"

"The next door neighbor was having a bonfire that got a little too much out of control, everyone's fine, everything's fine, the worst damage was to me and your father's room. We're gonna be staying in a hotel for the time being."

"Which one are we staying at?"

Y/N's dad walked over, "Your mother and I will be staying there, but you're going to Seungkwan's. I just talked to Seungkwan's grandma, she offered, seeing as you and Seungkwan have known each other for a while, said that while the house gets repaired, you're more than welcomed to stay in the guest room."

"Can I get clothes or anything?"

"Not until tomorrow, sweetie," her mother said, kissing her forehead, "oh sorry, you must be DK. I'm sorry to meet you like this."

"It's alright, ma'am. I'm just happy to see everyone's okay. I can take Y/N to Seungkwan if you'd like. I can also lend her some of my mother's clothes, I don't think she'll miss some old clothes."

Y/N's dad scoffed, looking DK up and down, "Betty, are we real-"

"Yes, Franklin," she told her husband, "thank you so much, DK, that would be very nice for you to do. Y/N, call me when you get there."

Y/N got back into DK's truck without another word, only hugging her parents, riding to her friend's house in silence.

"My mom keeps her clothes in the backseat, feel free to look through them."

Y/N grabbed a bag and looked through it, finding some old basketball shorts belonging to DK, or Wonwoo, or Jeonghan, or one of his friends, and a hair metal t-shirt.

DK drove up the parkway to see Seungkwan sitting outside, waiting.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, it's gonna be okay, the hou-" Y/N walked past his best friend, finding the guest room right away.

"Sorry, Kwanie. I just want to sleep. I'll see you later, DK."

DK and Seungkwan were left awkwardly standing, no one wanting to say the first word.

DK spoke up to the younger male, "just make sure she's okay."

Seungkwan stared at him, "I'll let you know what's going on. She gets like this sometimes and it's not good. So, how was the date?"

A chuckle came out of the tall boy, "it was great. She's really amazing."

"Just be kind to her, Seokmin. I'm not saying this as a Soc, I'm saying this as Boo Seungkwan, Y/N L/N's best friend, no matter what Nayoung says about that. Y/N looks tough, acts tough, but really, she needs someone to lean on. Her parents are almost always gone and she's had to taken care of herself for a while now. I don't understand why that bastard, Seungcheol, hates her when she has done nothing to him."

DK stood in shock, "I promise."

"I suggest you get out of here before he yells at you."

The tall boy nodded, leaving the house of his "enemy", thinking about the girl he just spent the night with.

Y/N was sitting in the bed of the guest room, holding back the tears. She keeps telling herself it could've been way worse, but she still feels all this guilt. Her phone kept buzzing and she tried her best to ignore it.

Seungcheol heard what happened through Nayoung. She ran into his room, crying.

"Seungcheol, Y/N! Something happened! I lost my phone, I can't find it. Mingyu is downstairs, freaking out, Seungkwan texted him.”

"Fine," Seungcheol said, totally unmoved, "I'll text her, but I don't want any more favors for a month."

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