#luckily this shirt pairs well with my faded men's jeans

[therealjammy]

I am now the proud owner of a Hawaiian print shirt that's thick enough to go braless; I'm lesbian enough for the lesbian club

#personal #the khaki pants i bought to pair with it unfortunately don't feel right #but i've already washed them and torn off the tags so i can't return them #luckily this shirt pairs well with my faded men's jeans #nothing like a good shirt and nice jeans to give you a bit of gender euphoria amirite

[laurenairay]

Decorating Disaster - J.Markstrom

Summary: what could go wrong with a little competitive holiday baking with your boyfriend Jacob?

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: some bad language, a lot of cute fluff, too much glitter…and he’s on the Flames. Sorry K 😅

A/N: fully in my winter holiday feelings! ❄️ This one is for @danglesnipecelly​ – I hope it warms your grinchy heart 😘

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“Hey älskling, are you busy?”

You looked up from the magazine you were reading at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, shaking your head with a smile. You’d only been reading it in the first place because Jacob had popped out to the grocery store – but now he was back…with multiple bags?

“What are you planning?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at his big grin.

“Nothing!” he said cheerfully, pecking a kiss to your cheek as he whirled past you into the kitchen.

Okay now you knew he was up to something.

“I don’t believe you in the slightest,” you teased, hopping up on the counter as he put the bags down next to you.

“You wound me!” he gasped, clutching dramatically at his chest, making you giggle, “I just thought we could do some baking together this morning,”

What?!

“Baking. You want to bake,” you said dryly.

“Yeah! It’s a fun holiday activity to do together!” Jacob grinned, ignoring your confused expression as he started to rustle through the grocery bags.

You put your hand on top of his to stop him. Seriously, what is he doing?

“J, you don’t even like baking. You purposely steered clear of the kitchen when I made pepparkakor with your mom last year. Why do you really want to do this?” you mused.

Jacob’s grin faded, and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Hah, you knew there was a real reason.

3…

2…

1…

“Tanny told the Flames about my last disaster baking attempt and they were all teasing me – I told them that I’d been practicing with you and I was way better than him now,” Jacob admitted.

What a little liar!

“But you haven’t been practicing with me,” you pointed out, trying to stop a grin spreading across your lips.

“Yeah I know…Tanny didn’t believe it either, and he said that I should prove it. Gio turned it into a team group challenge as bonding…but I need to do this!” Jacob sighed.

“So you want to bake…because of a dare?” you snickered, “to save a reputation that is a lie?”

Men. Seriously.

Jacob just grinned, nodding at you. And then that grin turned into a hopeful smile. Oh no. Absolutely not.

“Ohhhh no, count me out,”

“Please? There’s no way Tanny and the others won’t have help too!” Jacob pleaded, “I already know that Elias and Annica are planning on making cookies together!”

Damn those puppy dog eyes.

And if it would make Jacob feel better in front of the team…

“Fine, you ridiculous man. Let’s do some holiday baking,” you sighed fondly.

Jacob whooped and scooped you up off the kitchen counter in his arms, swinging you around in a circle, making you squeal. When he eventually put you back down on your feet, he pressed a firm kiss to your lips, making you lose your breath even more. Wow. Yeah, anything for him, if that was the reaction you’d get.

“Thank you älskling. This is going to be fun, I promise!” Jacob grinned.

“I believe that when I see it,” you giggled.

Now that this was a competition, rather than the fun activity he had initially suggested, you knew Jacob was going to be a nervous mess. There was no way this was ending well. But hey, it would be good teasing material, if nothing else.

“I thought we could do gingerbread men? That way we can get extra points for decoration,” Jacob suggested, “I would’ve said gingerbread people, but there was only the male stencil cutter at the store,”

Fair enough.

“Very strategic, I like it,” you teased.

To be fair, it was a good plan. And meant you could get more creative with it too. Jacob just blushed. “I picked up so many options at the store. Like, all of the decorating options. So there’s lots to choose from,”

“Let’s get the gingerbread going first – we can decide what decorations we’ll do when it’s in the oven,” you mused.

“See, this is why I need your help!” Jacob grinned.

You couldn’t help but grin back. So adorable.

“Alright, let’s find a recipe and get started…”

Making the actual gingerbread took so much longer than it should’ve done. It didn’t make things any easier that one of the ‘competition rules’ was that everything had to be filmed for judging by an impartial panel (aka coach, coach’s wife and the team nutritionist) – so there was way more pressure that you would’ve liked. Jacob almost didn’t sift the flour, would’ve resulted in lumpy batter if you hadn’t corrected him, and he very nearly put sea salt flakes in instead of sugar, which you only just about saved in time. Not to mention the pieces of egg shell he’d dropped in that you asked him to carefully take back out. Each time he looked a little more dejected at the mistakes he was making, but there was no way you were giving up on this. He wanted to do this together, so he was damn well sticking with it. Especially since you were in the competition video too – it was a matter of pride now.

Instead, you put his strong arms to good use in the mixing, which cheered him up a bit (and gave you some excellent eye candy, even if you were sure the video would catch you watching appreciatively), and in the end the dough didn’t turn out looking too bad. After cutting out the figures using the shapes that Jacob had bought, you put the gingerbread men on the trays and into the ovens. And you made sure to set a timer when they were finally in the oven. If they burnt at this point, you thought you would actually cry.

“Is it time to decide on decorations now?” he asked hopefully.

“Definitely!” you nodded.

Jacob grinned and quickly washed his hands before sitting down at the kitchen table, making you laugh. You washed your hands and joined him, Jacob pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head that made you blush.

“So the gingerbread men will need to be in the oven for 15 minutes, then we take them out and let them cool in the pans for 10 minutes, before turning them out onto those wire racks you found to cool completely,” you explained.

“And then we decorate?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at your boyfriend, nudging his shoulder, earning a nudge back. “Yes, then we decorate. Although with all of this stuff you bought, I have no idea where to start,”

Like, seriously. There were so many little packets of candy as well as tiny little piping bags of colourful icing (that must’ve come from a kit) – honestly way too much stuff – but just one look at Jacob’s face showed you that he had a plan. Oh this should be fun.

“I was thinking…the colourful chocolate buttons for their tummies, with the blue, green, red and yellow icings for their shorts which we can then pair with the matching edible glitter on top. And then gummy drops for the eyes, with a white icing smile?”

The hopefulness in Jacob’s voice meant there was no way you were countering any of that – and as it was, it all sounded like a great plan.

“Shall I do the icing parts, and then you do the placement of all the candy plus the glitter?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan!” he grinned.

The two of you washed up the mess that you had made so far while you waited for gingerbread to cook, only devolving into a water fight once, ending in some sweet slow kisses (that Jacob promised would be edited out of the video before it was shown to the team), and by the time the gingerbread men were cool enough, you could tell Jacob was getting impatient.

“Remember take it slow and steady – they need to look good so you win the competition,” you murmured into his ear, quietly so the camera wouldn’t pick it up.

Jacob blushed slightly but nodded, counting the candy into piles as you started the first of the icing. To be honest, they looked alright. Nothing was burnt, they were all the same size and shape, and they smelled amazing. So you were happy – they were going to taste good at least! And with your little line process with Jacob doing separate tasks to you, the decorating was taking on good shape.

But there was one thing that you were worried about. The edible glitter. Everyone knows that glitter is almost impossible to get rid of if it spills anywhere, and with Jacob’s track record, you were hesitant. But he was so excited about adding that extra winter magic to the gingerbread men that you ignored your concerns and let him get on with it. It would be fine, right?

Time to put your nerves to the test. Jacob yanked on the lid of the edible glitter, but it wouldn’t budge. As he gripped the vial and the cap with both hands, pulling as hard as he could, you felt a bad omen coming over you. But before you could say anything, the cap suddenly flew off of the glitter vial…

…and the glitter exploded everywhere.

You burst into laughter, burying your face in his shoulder at the astonished look on his face. Glitter was all over his hands, shirt, jeans, the floor and the poor gingerbread man. Holy shit.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, eyes wide.

You were still giggling as you sat upright, tears at the corners of your eyes. How did you not see this coming?

“We can still save this little guy,” you choked, picking up the figure and tapping the excess glitter off of him onto the table, “and luckily you bought so much glitter that we still have another couple of vials,”

“I’m not going to live this down, am I?” he sighed, although the laughter in his eyes made you feel better.

“Probably not, that’ll probably make some kind of bloopers reel at the very least,” you grinned, “But it was only the first one, so there’s plenty of time to make up for it!”

Jacob just grinned back at you, pecking your lips in a kiss before standing up. “I’ll go wash up, and we can try again?”

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded.

Even if your gingerbread men didn’t win the competition, even if the team teased Jacob for the glitter explosion, you wouldn’t trade these memories for anything. This was going to be a holiday time to remember forever, you just knew it.

#my writing #lauren writes winter #i hope you enjoy this K! #marky being adorable AND competitive? sign me up! #jacob markstrom #jacob markstrom fic #jacob markstrom fanfic #jacob markstrom x reader #jacob markstrom blurb #nhl writing #nhl fic #nhl blurb #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey blurb

[luna666us]

Adventure pt.2

adventure-pt1  adventure-pt3

Chapter two: rage

I watched as fire and ice danced together committed to winning the battle that had raged for centuries, the war that never seamed to end, a war that always seemed to leave ice melted and fire smoldered. I watched in awe as the fire somehow continued to burn even as the ice fought to put it out. Eventually both of the boys realized that they were getting nowhere so they switched to hand to hand combat. Just as I was sure that Bobby was going to win the tables turned and John got him into a headlock, after about twenty seconds of struggling Bobby tapped out leaving Pyro as the winner. “well that was an interesting fight.” I say. Kurt laughs once and agrees. After training I walked outside to feel the cool breeze on my fiery skin. I enjoyed the feeling of the grass beneath my feet, the smell of the fresh air, the warm glow of the golden sun rays on my skin. It was a bit colder outside than it was earlier but it still sent a beam of happiness through me every time I enjoyed the wonder that is the great outdoors. I walked over to my tree and pressed my back against it. I let myself slide down to the ground and I pull a book out of my bag. How to kill a mockingbird. I began to read. ‘I told him in detail about our trip to church with Calpurnia. Atticus seemed to enjoy it, but Aunt Alexandra, who was sitting in a corner quietly sewing, put down her embroidery and stared at us.’ I stopped when I felt someone staring at me. I looked up from my book and found Pyro staring at me. He was playing with his Zippo, flipping the lid up, lighting it then flipping it down again. I look away but not out of fear like everyone else seamed to, something else just caught my attention. I saw a green blur and my eyes went wide. I jumped to my feet and shoved everything in my bag, then sprinted across the lawn. I ran up the stairs of the building about to open the door that Pyro was leaning next to when suddenly a hand grabs my shoulder and I cuss under my breath. “crap.” I slowly turn and see a blue hair boy with bright glowing green eyes. Pyro is listening in withou looking so that we dont think that he’s eavesdropping. “hi, Ethan.” I say failing to keep the irritation out of my voice. He smiles and takes me by the hand. “come on lets go cliff jumping.” He takes me and throws me on his his back. I look back at pyro in fear, and mouth the words, Help me. He walks over to ethan and taps his shoulder. Ethan turns and looks at Pyro. “actually we were about to go to the library so mabey you guys can jump off cliffs some other time.” Ethan drops me and I land on my feet. He smiles at me. “no problem we’ll just go tomorrow.” I’m about to protest but it’s too late he’s gone. I look at Pyro and smile. “thanks.” He nods once and we both head inside. I’m about to turn the corner when he grabs me by the arm. “oh no you dont.” He tosses me over his shoulder and begins walking in the other direction. “hey put me down!” he ignores me. “I told him that we were going to the library so be are going to the library.” I huff and put my fist under my chin looking irritated. We finally got to the library and he drops me onto a large bean bag in the corner. I glare at him. “Your an ass, you know that right.” He chuckles once. “Absolutely.” thats when I spot Kurt across the room. He turns and sees me too. Kurt nug=does his friends and then they all turn Jean smiles and they head over to us. “Hey ,Tiki. What are you doing here?” I glare at Pyro. “I was abducted.” Bobby looks at him and laughs a little. “you kidnapped her?” John smirks. “mabey.” So we all hang out for a little bit, but then I get a text from Luke. ‘911!!! Meet me by the tree.’ “crap.” I jump to my feet and sprint out of the library. I push myself faster and burst through the doors outside. I stop Luke under our tree and sprint towards him. I get down on my knees and take his face in my hands. “are you okay, you dont look hurt, I swear if someone hurt you I’ll kill them” I say. he swats my hands away and then I see the tears in his eyes. The look in my eyes soften and I curl not his side. “whats wrong?” “Jade cheated on me.” Once the word were out of his mouth I was pissed. Suddenly I was on my feet. I know that I saw her in the library. I storm inside with Luke hot on my heels. I storm into the library and Jean and her friend spot me as I walk in. Then I spot her. I bare my teeth and let an angry roar rip through me. My eyes flash red, blood red. I didn’t even remember moving, but the next thing I know I’m in front of her and I grab her by her shirt. I pull my fist back and punch her hard. She manages to get out of my grip and she attacks me back. Before she can even throw a punch I throw my fist at her and she keels over. “How dare you cheat on Luke!!” I screach at the top of my lungs. I pull my fist back and punch her again, I hear a popping sound and then there’s blood rushing down her face. “All he has ever done is love you and this is how you repay him!!?” I grab her by the hair and literally throw her across the room with it. The next thing I know there are three people trying to restrain me. I keep moving forward as if ther was nothing there holding me back. Four more men join the first three trying to keep me away. I screach and my hands burst into flames, burning the seven men holding me. They all let go and cry out in pain. Then I stalk forward letting the flames go out. She’s scurrying backwards trying to get away from me. “If you ever talk to him, look at him or even think about his I swear to you I will kill you and you can run from me all you want...” my eyes flash brighter and now I smile widely. Murder clear in my eyes. “But you can’t hide from me, and no one can protect you.” I say. I let my smile fall and I stand up. I walk back over the Luke and my eye fade back to there normal color. I reach my hand out and he takes it without hesitation. “lets go raid the fridge for icecream.” He smiles and we walk out. I throw the freezer door open looking for icecream. I find a tub of mousse track ice cream. And he grabs two spoons. Now that I had calmed down completely I was crying. Luke ran over to me. “Durga took over didn’t she?” Luke held me and just whispered softly that everything was goin to be fine. I cried harder. I should have been the one holding him not the other way around. Later I go to the Professor’s office because he called me in. I reach out to knock but before I can I hear him call me in. I walk in and inside are several boys as well as the professor. It was clear on my face that I had been crying. My eyes were red and my cheeks stained with tear tracks. “Tiki I have come to understand that you attacked another student and burned seven others in the process.” I immediately look down in shame. “I can’t help it. Not when I get mad like that.” He raises an eyebrow knowing that there most likely more to the story. He gestured to the seat across from him. “explain.” I take a seat and begin. “everyone has both good and bad parts to their mutation. The bad part to mine is my rage. Is like becoming an entirely different person, the first time it happened I ran away and hid in a bunker I had found. I kept away from any living being for two years. Me and my friend Luke have a name for it. Durga, after the Hindu warrior goddess of death. It fits.” I shrug. “after I manage to calm myself enough my eyes will fade back to brown and I forget everything that happened during my rage.” He nods. “well I have a few people here that can help you with you anger. John Allerdyce, Alex Summers, Warren Worthington, and Kurt Wagner. They were present during your episode and have volunteered to help you.” I look at the four boys and then look back at the professor. “I’ll try but I highly doubt any of them can help. The last person who tried got burned and I burned my self in the process too.” He looks surprised. “well until we can get your anger under control you will be staying in a dorm with them. Of course there will be other girls so don’t worry about that.” I roll my eyes at that. “you boys can show her the the dorm now.” He states. John nods and walks over to the door to open it. I roll my eyes and walk over to the open window and launch myself out of it. They race to the window to see what happens and they watch as I Land skillfully on the balls of my feet. Then I sprint across the field and before I can let my irritation get to me knowing that if It does I’ll burst into flames. But I don’t get to the lake fast enough. My entire body bursts into flames and I sprint faster. I dive into the lake and swim across luckily my body is too wet to Burst back into flams. Instead it just smokes. I sprint into the forest and head to the one place that I know I can be at peace. After what feels like ages of sprinting as fast as I can, hurtling over boulders, trampling thorn patches with bare feet and bulldozing through thorn bushes even though that I only have on a thin button down shirt that I had tied so that it wasn’t too long and a pair of black and white adidas short shorts. My clothes were burnt, tattered, and soaked by the time I finally burst into an open field. Immediately I feel my agitation and anger begin to fade. I let my self fall backwards into the soft grass. My body begins to cool down. Soon the sun begins to set and watch as the moon rises. I sigh and rise to my feet. I sprint as fast I can back to the school, and once I burst back through the trees and out into the open a spot John and Alex waiting for me. It had started to rain on my way back so I was soaked and dripping my shirt was burned and tattered, and so were my shorts. I lifted my face up to the sky letting the rain wash over me. I then wipe my face with both my hands and sprint back towards the building. Everyone else was waiting inside. Luke was there too. He saw me and his jaw dropped. “Tiki how long were you out there?” I shrugged. “Five, six hours plus the hour it took to get to my field and back. So six to seven hours.” He rolls his eyes and I sneeze, causing my hair bursts in to flames then goes out. He pulls his jacket off and tries to hand it to me. But I refuse it and speed down the hall. I sit in the library, in front of the fire place. I had a blanket covering me and I was laying on ther floor, just thinking to myself the beautiful flams dancing in the fireplace lulled me to sleep.

A/n: not edited yet I hope you like it. Sorry for the bad writing. I will be making a part four

[ddaengyoonmin]

Part one

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: y/n does a big fan No-no (please never invade BTS’s personal space 😒) ; swearing ; (that’s all for this chapter)

Genre: idol!au, witches/wizards!au, royalty!au, (slightly one sided?soulmate!au...that’s all I can say without spoiling later chapters) Fluff, Angst, future smut.

Summary: Jimin has waited quite a lifetime to find his soulmate. He didn’t expect to find her at one of her concerts, and certainly didn’t expect her to be such a big Jungkook fan.

(Thank you @heyitsayjayy for being such an amazing beta reader and friend 😭❤️ also another big thank you to @heyitsayjayy and @kingsuckjin for helping me brainstorm ideas for this)

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These tickets had been a bitch to get.  You booked them the first day they went on sale, and even then were still nervous they’d be sold out by the time you got to the confirmation page.  

BTS performing in your city wasn’t something you’d ever expected and you jumped at the chance to see them the moment you could. 

You felt giddy excitement as you put on your Kookie headband. Smoothing out the wrinkles on your matching Kookie T-shirt.  The day was finally here.  Your best friend was dressed up in what seemed like every single piece of Koya attire that she owned.  

“When I went to Seoul for their concert last year Namjoon blew a kiss my way!” She jumped up and down holding her heart at the memory. 

“I’m sure he did A” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at how she’d think that was the case in a crowd of thousands.

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Once you got to the stadium and settled in your seats you felt the anticipation start to grow even more.  All the other fans held army bombs similar to the one gripped in your own hand, and were settling down while talking about their bias and which song they were most excited for. 

Falling in suit A turns to you and asks, “So which song are you looking forward to the most?” clapping her hands together. 

“Ummm... Probably Baepsae?” You shrugged.  

“Of course you’d say that you hoe” she laughs with a wide grin, nudging your side with her elbow. 

“What can I say.  That dance gets me going.” you wink returning her smile. 

“I thought you’d say Euphoria though” she admitted while taking off her yellow jean jacket and placing it on the back of the seat. 

Yes, that probably was the other one you were looking forward to the most.  Jungkook had been your bias since day one and you’d never been swayed.  You did love all the members in the group, but Jungkook...everything about him screamed out to you in a way none of the others did. Almost every army could relate that they felt the same with a certain member. 

A’s was obviously Namjoon, though she’d switched last year from being a Taehyung bias, she’d always tell you that she’s loyal to Namjoon to the end.  

The lights dimmed and your stomach dropped.  This is it, the moment you've been waiting for. You heard the first chord of Dionysus and fell into a trance watching BTS perform.  Their dance moves were all on point, and their energy was like nothing you’d ever seen.  You were sure this is how every concert must feel, but being there in person was a whole different experience than watching it from your tablet screen.  You could feel the bass beat in sync with your heart as your favorite KPOP idols transitioned from song to song. 

The group took a short intermission to spend time talking to the fans and thanking everyone for being at the concert.

Your friend A turned to you and motioned for you to move close to her. 

“I have a dare for you,” She smirked. 

It was a typical  ‘A’ move to dare you to do crazy tasks. She was known for doing  this with a lot of people.  Her family was loaded with cash, and it was a hobby of hers to use it to make her friends do things that they might not normally do without the incentive of a bigger wallet.  You in particular took her up on this the most being the least well off of your friend group.  You had gotten your bills paid off  a few times due to moments like this. 

In fact, it was how you were able to afford these concert tickets. 

“Ahhh what now A?” you shook your head, preparing yourself for whatever strange task she’d come up with for you to do this time. 

“So.” she started, then turned to make sure you were watching her.  “I put your name and phone number on this piece of paper.  I dare you to go sneak into the dressing room and leave this for Jungkook.” 

Your jaw dropped open so wide you thought it’d hit the floor. 

“A!! I’ll get kicked out of the concert, maybe even arrested.  I’m not a sasaeng!!” You screeched at her a little too loud.  Luckily it was drowned out by cheering fans surrounding you.

“Would you for this much?” She flashed two big bills in front of your face.  

You pondered for a moment and then shook your head “A. No. I can’t do this one” 

“Hmmm” she gave another smirk while pulling out more from her purse.  “For this much, and I bail you out of jail if you get arrested?” now six big bills were being waved in front of you.  

That was almost two whole months rent...No matter how scared you were of getting caught you knew you’d regret passing it up.

“Now?” You grumbled snatching the paper out of her hand.  

“As soon as they start the next group song!” 

“Aw, A.  I don’t wanna miss anything though...” you sighed. 

“Deals a deal!” She said waving the money around. 

You playfully punched her in the shoulder and shook your head. 

When the group came out to perform Anpanman you slid from your seat and started to make your way around the area you’d scoped out that would most likely lead back to the dressing rooms. 

Most all of the security was focused just on BTS performing, getting absorbed in the fun they were having bouncing on all of the inflatable slides and bouncy castles filling up the stage. 

You found a moment where no eyes were your way and quickly slipped past.  

Your heart was beating so quickly in fear of getting caught, you felt your palms sweating around the note you were clutching.  You speed walked down hallways looking for the dressing room.  A lucky guess led to the first door you opened being the right one.  A large white door with the members names on it may have been a big help with your luck...  

You quickly shut the door behind you and took a deep breath. 

“I can't believe I’m doing this” you whispered to yourself as you searched for a place to set the note for Jungkook.  

You recognized a light pink jacket that he had just worn earlier on stage hanging on a rack and started to push the other members clothing out of the way to get you better access to slip the note in his pocket.  Pulling out your phone to snap a picture for proof.  A always asked for proof or no money. 

“Who let you in here!”  A stern and surprised voice yelled out from behind you. 

You felt your heart freeze up and your breath hitched in your throat.  You knew that voice.  It was your favorite voice.  Why did you do this?!  You felt your face growing hot with embarrassment as you turned around and tried to explain yourself. 

Jungkook was glaring at you with the coldest gaze you’d ever seen from him.  His fists were balled up and he was shaking his head ever so slightly.  His long dark hair that fell into his eyes along with the white t-shirt he was wearing was sweaty and wet, he’d obviously just given it his all even just running around having fun on stage. 

“You have some nerve” He growled out and stomped over to you, grabbing your upper arm harshley. 

“J-Jungkook, oh my god.  It was a dare I’m so sor-” You whimpered out, but he cut you off before you could finish your apology. 

“God damn security can’t keep out sasaengs like you for shit.  You’re the lowest scum ever you know that?” He stopped and his dark eyes seemed to bore into your soul.  He grabbed your hand that had the note clenched tightly in your fingers and pried it open, ripping the paper from your grasp and waving it in front of your face.  “You really think I’d ever go out with you? Especially when you invaded our privacy like this.  How delusional can you be!” He shouted.  

You felt tears start to well up in your eyes and your body was shaking.  This was not worth A’s money.  Your heart was breaking at Jungkook’s harsh words.  The voice that you listened to to feel safe and whole on your bad nights was insulting you, and he was right.  What you’d just done was crossing a line you knew you shouldn't have.  You were embarrassed and ashamed. 

“Jungkook what's going on?” Namjoon’s voice sounded out from the doorway, he stood tall next to Jin and another member you couldn’t see was standing behind the two of them. 

You took that moment to quickly push past Namjoon and run out of the room, your tears causing your vision to be so blurry that you tripped and fell on the cold black linoleum of the hallway.  

With your palms now stinging you hurried to push yourself up and run away before any of the other men you idolized and looked up to could add to the embarrassment you were feeling. 

“WAIT!” a voice yelled out.  It sounded like Jimin.  You didn’t wait, you ran as fast as you could out of the backstage area, and then out of the stadium.  

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Jimin couldn’t believe what he had seen.  He was half convinced it was just a dream.  If it was, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d dreamed of meeting her.  His soulmate, the one who he would pledge his life to. To live for, die for, kill for.  He’d been told by Jin that It’d hit like an electric shock to the chest, then it would fade into the most pleasant feeling he’d ever feel in his life, there’d be no missing it or mistaking it.  

When he saw you stumbling out of the dressing room the feeling hit him just like that.  Electricity, and then a warm rush of emotion like nothing he’d ever felt.  It felt like you’d just washed away every bad emotion he’d ever felt in his life just by being there, by existing.  

You had just fallen and gotten up, now you were running away and sobbing loudly.  The pleasant feeling faded and instead he felt his heart breaking, a heavy pressure on his chest like he was being crushed. 

“WAIT!” He screamed after you, wanting you to turn around and run to his arms.  He wanted to hold you close and tightly, he wanted to make you feel better, wipe away your tears and tell you everything would be okay.  Because he was here now for you. 

But it was too late, you were already around the corner. 

Jimin stood in shock and the other members looked at him with perplexed expressions. 

“What the hell was that?” Taehyung who had just walked up asked to the group as they walked in.  Namjoon ushered the silent and stiff Jimin over to the couch and put a hand on either side of his shoulders as he sat him down.  He kneeled to eye level with him and the rest of the members flocked over, looking concerned. 

“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi worriedly choked out, he went sat on one side of Jimin and wrapped an arm around him pulling his head into his chest.  

“Hey what's wrong?” He started to run his fingers through Jimin’s hair. 

“I’m going to go get him water!” Hoseok announced, his feet quickly carrying him over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room.

“I-It’s that girl” Jimin stuttered out. 

Jungkook instantly tensed up. 

“Had you seen her before? Had she been following you?” His lips pursed angrily, “You have to tell us those things! Especially me!” 

Jimin’s plump lower lip stuck out in a pout. 

“Hey hey,” Jungkook crouched down, Namjoon moved out of the way so Jungkook could meet Jimin’s eyes. “I’m not yelling at you.  I’m not mad at you.  It’s my job to keep you safe, always.” He spoke softly brining a hand to brush across Jimin’s cheek. 

“It’s not that,” he sighed. “It was her.  She’s her,” 

All the eyes in the room squinted almost at the same time, confused and worried. 

“You don’t mean she’s your…” Jin spoke slowly. 

“That's exactly what I mean! And she's gone! I lost her,” Jimin snapped, sitting up and away from Yoongi. 

The men all started muttering to each other, trying to figure out how to deal with this situation. 

“She was breaking in here to leave me her number.  How could that be her?” Jungkook spat out shaking his head quickly. 

“That's what she was doing?” Jimin's eyes widened and he felt a slight sting in his eyes start to bring on tears at that thought.  She was wearing a Kookie headband and shirt…

Could his soulmate really be a sasaeng obsessed with Jungkook? No.  It couldn’t be.  There must be an explanation. 

“I don’t care.” Jimin spoke in a pout.  “Its her.  And I’ve lost her.” 

Jungkook sighed and fidgeted with the note he’d taken off of you that was in his pocket, debating on whether or not he should let Jimin know. 

“We’ll find her,” Jin spoke assuringly.  “Right?” he turned to all the other men. 

“If we don’t... all of this was for nothing I suppose, so yeah.  Of course” Namjoon nodded. 

Yoongi pulled Jimin back into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head.  “She’s out there somewhere, and you know that now.  You’re closer than you’ve ever been.  It’s not the end.  Keep hope alive.” he smiled as he nuzzled his head against Jimin. 

“I…” Jungkook finally spoke up. “I think I might have a way to find her.” he sighed, still not sure if he was doing the right thing by letting the group in on the information he’d acquired. 

“What?” Jimin was quickly on his feet and standing over Jungkook who stood and pulled the note out of his pocket. 

“It’s her number...she was leaving it for me and I grabbed it from her.” he admitted. 

Jimin couldn’t deny that a strong pang of jealousy ran over him, yet he was willing to ignore it in the face of such wonderful news. 

He grabbed the note from Jungkook, turning the note over in his fingers with a bright smile on his face. 

“I could kiss you!” Jimin shouted out joyfully. 

“Save it for her,” Jungkook muttered running a hand through his hair. 

Jimin hummed in agreement and pulled out his phone to put your number in. 

“Woah hold up there!” Namjoon put his hand over Jimin's phone.  “Do you think it’s best to contact her right away? Shouldn’t you think this over first? Like how you are going to tell her, how much you want her to know…” 

Jimin pulled his phone away from Namjoon. 

“I appreciate the advice, advisor. But this is my soulmate.  I think I know what's best.” he said matter-of-factly. 

Namjoon sighed, “It's no use with you” he let out a chuckle. 

“I agree though Jimin, maybe you should take a second to-” Taehyung started. 

“Sent!” Jimin spoke cheerfully. 

A few groans sounded out among the group.  

“He never listens to us,” Hoseok shook his head, handing Jimin the water bottle he’d been holding for him. “Drink up my prince.  This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, for over 1000 years.  Savor it.”

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Painting Restoration AU (1)

Chapter One: Encounter on a Lovely Day

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“Nice day for a walk, isn’t it,  Makkachin?” Victor asked his dog cheerfully, looking for her leash. Makkachin bounced around, excited by the word “walk”. Victor laughed and kneeled next to her, petting her and linking the leash to her collar. 

 “I agree. Great day to get some coffee as well,” Victor pet Makkachin on the head, “What do you say we take a quick stroll down the block to that nice coffee shop?” Makkachin barked, agreeing to his proposal. Victor stepped out of his door, only to find his neighbor, Yurio, listening to music on the steps of his house. 

 “Nice day outside, isn’t it, Yurio?” Victor took a deep breath of the fresh air, sliding his hands into his pocket. Yurio didn’t answer or even take a glance at him. Victor sighed. 

“Nice day outside, isn’t it Yurio?” Victor yelled. Yurio quickly pulled his earbuds out and stared at Victor clearly annoyed. Makkachin sat patiently, waiting for her owner to continue on their walk. 

 “Huh?” Yurio exclaimed. Victor continued to walk, Yurio now the one being ignored. he ran after him.

 “Where are you going, old man? You were just talking to me!”

 “Exactly, I was. Now, if you will excuse me, I will be enjoying this lovely day by taking a walk. Feel free to join.”

 Victor waved at Yurio before continuing on his adventure to the coffee shop. 

 “I’m also not old, you know!” 

 Yurio stomped back to his house and scoffed before placing his earbuds back in. The sun hit their street perfectly, giving each bush a soft glow. The only sounds that filled that peaceful morning were the birds and the sound of Yurio’s feet tapping to the beat. The perfect morning to fade into a fateful afternoon. 

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 Makkachin walked excitedly, stopping to take in her surroundings by smelling the ground and examining plants. Victor could hear the soft chatter of people in the nearby coffee shop and could feel the warm sunlight on his cheeks. He sighed and pat Makkachin softly on the head. 

 Victor stood outside the coffee shop, the aroma of the coffee and pastries filling his senses. He leaned in to read a sign on the door and looked at Makkachin sadly. 

 “Sorry, no pets allowed. I’ll leave you right here and I’ll be back as fast as I can!” Victor said, kneeling down to pet Makkachin. Victor tied her leash around the bike rack next to the coffee shop’s door. She sat down and wagged her tail. 

 “I’ll be right back!” Victor exclaimed. 

 Quickly, Victor ordered his coffee and went back to Makkachin. As soon as he saw her, he hugged her and apologized before untying her from the bike rack. 

 “I am so sorry for leaving you out for so long! I’ll make it up to you, I swear!” Victor shouted sadly. Makkachin just looked at him happily, anticipating where they were going to go next. Victor planned on walking home, but his eye was caught by a bouquet of blue roses being sold by the flower shop just a couple of doors down.

 “We are going to take a slight detour, Makkachin. I think the house could use a little liveliness!” Makkachin barked and walked alongside Victor to the flower shop. Luckily, the clerk was outside, so Victor didn’t have to leave Makkachin again. 

 Victor held the bouquet in one hand, and Makkachin’s leash and his coffee in the other. He drank his coffee as they strolled down the street a little further before returning home. 

 “So many paintings of flowers and not enough real ones, huh,  Makkachin?” Victor asked as he sipped his coffee. His home was decorated with the finest of paintings. When he was a kid, he fell in love with art and continued to collect it for his entire life. So much so that he had become a popular art collector. 

 His collection was so impressive that he was a renowned member at art auctions. He would buy and sell paintings, keeping his favorites. Makkachin looked at the bouquet of flowers before continuing to trod on. 

 “I’ll take that as a yes,” Victor laughed, “Anyways, we should be heading home now. I have the perfect vase for these flowers.” Makkachin stopped abruptly. 

 “What’s wrong?” Without warning, Makkachin bolted forward, Victor yelled at her to slow down, but his efforts were futile. She was going to get to where she wanted to. After running for a little bit, Makkachin came to an abrupt stop. That’s when Victor saw the squirrel cower up a tree.

 “You can’t go running off like that! You are so lucky I didn’t spill my coffee!” Victor scolded. Makkachin perked up after hearing bells. The door of the store they were in front of opened, revealing two men carrying a large painting to a car. Victor stood up, watching them. 

 “Thanks for helping me out with this painting. To be honest, I was sure you were going to turn me away!” one man laughed. “This painting seemed to be hopeless, but you brought a new life to it! I swear, Yuuri,  you have the best shop in town!” 

 The other man, who seemed to be named Yuuri placed his hand behind his neck and smiled. He spoke in a soft voice, almost too quiet to be heard from where Victor was standing.

 “Not a problem, sir! I’m just glad I could help.”

All Victor could see was Yuuri’s black hair and blue glasses. His delicate arms in a grey button-up shirt partnered with a pair of blue jeans and black shoes. The other man closed the door of his car and thanked Yuuri once again before driving off. 

 Yuuri sighed and turned around, only to be surprised by Victor’s gaze upon him. Victor’s eyes met Yuuri’s. Yuuri flushed red and hurried back into his shop. 

 Victor’s heart pounded in his chest. Those brown eyes. Those gorgeous brown eyes. The way they seemed to glimmer in the afternoon sunlight. Victor looked at the bouquet in his hands. The flowers were so beautiful, just like Yuuri was. He read the sign above the shop. 

 “Katsuki Painting Restoration....” Victor quickly took out his phone and snapped a picture of the shop before texting his friend and fellow art collector, Chris.

He sent the picture to Chris before sending him another message. His fingers ran across the keyboard frantically.

“I think I just fell in love.”

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Take Me Home Tonight - A Brian x Reader smut fic

Summary: You’re not expecting Brian May, of all people, to walk into your record shop late one evening, but when he asks you to go home with him you’re certainly not going to pass on the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have all your fantasies fulfilled.

Wordcount: ~4,600

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, oral (m&f receiving), fingering, a bit of size kink

Notes: Written for a request from @hodgepodge-of-rog, who asked for Reader meeting Brian somewhere public and being star struck, and Brian taking her home for some fun. This got away from me so it’s a bit longer than expected, but I hope you like it!

You bite back another sigh and try to resist looking at the clock again. It’s not that you thought working in the little record shop was a particularly exciting gig when you applied for the job, but the business was tucked away off the high street and rarely saw customers on weeknights, leaving you with nothing to do for the long hours of your shift and frequently bored out of your mind.

Luckily it’s almost time for you to close the shop- but, of course, that’s when the little bell above the door rings, signalling the arrival of your first customer in nearly four hours.

“Good evening!” you chirp, sounding much more perky than you feel. “Do you need help-?”

The rest of the question is lost as you finally take a good look at the customer: a tall man with a shock of long, dark curls, wearing sunglasses that don’t really work as an effective disguise. Holy fuck that’s Brian May!

He glances in your direction with a polite smile, and then does a quick double-take as his grin becomes a bit more genuine. “No thanks. I know what I’m looking for, and I know you’re closing soon.”

And yeah, that is definitely Brian May. You’d recognize his voice anywhere- how could you not? He’s your favorite member of Queen, has been since the very earliest days of the band. You’ve seen them perform live countless times, screamed yourself hoarse at so many of their shows throughout the years, and you thought the time that you weaseled your way to stand by the very front of the stage would be as close as you ever got to any of them.

But that was before Brian freaking May walked into the tiny record shop where you worked.

You swallow roughly, trying to bring some moisture to your suddenly-dry mouth, and say, “Take your time, there’s no rush.” Not the sentiment you’d have for any other customer, this time of night, but you’re in no rush for Brian to leave.

“I’ll still be quick,” Brian says with another grin that makes your knees go weak. His gaze lingers on you for a few moments longer, and although his eyes are hidden behind his dark sunglasses you can feel the intensity behind his stare. It’s a heady rush, having your rock idol focus on you like that, and you can feel your face start to flush at the attention.

Or maybe it’s just unusually warm in the shop tonight, because Brian looks a bit pink around the edges as well as he turns to start browsing through the records.

You try not to ogle Brian as he shops but there’s not exactly anything else for you to do and you find your focus wandering back to him despite your efforts. Somehow he seems both larger-than-life and surprisingly down-to-earth, seeming at home in the cramped aisles of the store but with something about the way he carries himself that makes it obvious he’s someone special.

And the fact that he’s easy on the eyes doesn’t hurt either. Even in normal clothes and trying to be discrete Brian is still just about one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen. You let yourself entertain a familiar fantasy of Brian asking you back to his place… but no, things like that didn’t happen in real life, and you were determined to be polite and not a giant creep to Brian.

Okay, keep it cool, just keep it cool… You repeat to yourself as Brian finally makes his way towards the register, but then all thoughts go out the window because Brian is there, right in front of you, and you feel like you could either faint or scream from the excitement of it all.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” you ask, and how you manage to keep your voice from wavering when you’re this close to Brian May you have no idea. Christ, the man even smells good…

“Yeah I did, thanks,” Brian says, still with an easy smile on his face.

You look down at the album that Brian hands you and despite your best efforts you can’t hold back a bark of laughter. “You’re joking.”

Brian bristles, just a little, and his smile fades away. “Judging my taste in music?”

“No, but…” You flip the record around so the cover of the latest Queen release is facing Brian. “You’re buying your own album? Seriously?”

“Right.” Brian visibly relaxes and he laughs a little as well, though it sounds a bit sheepish. “Guess my disguise didn’t work too well then, huh?”

“Well, not on me, at least,” you say. “I’ve been going to your shows since before John signed on as your bassist, and I’m pretty sure I’ve seen every interview you’ve ever given. It’ll take more than a cheap pair of sunglasses to fool me.”

Brian stares at you in surprise. It’s only then that your brain catches up with what you’re saying, and you can feel your face go bright red with embarrassment. But then Brian chuckles and finally takes off his sunglasses (oh, his eyes are gorgeous...) and says, “Well, I’ll try to come up with something better for next time. Any suggestions?”

Brian sounds like he’s teasing you, but it’s not malicious. On the contrary, it’s almost… flirty? Or maybe you’re just too caught up in your fantasies and reading too much into his words.

Still, because you know you’ll never get another chance you flick your eyes up and down his body, just once, and decide to risk a joke. “Maybe if you button your shirt up all the way, that’ll do the trick…”

“What, and hide all my assets?” And, yeah, there’s no mistaking the fact that Brian is definitely flirting with you.

“Seems to me like you have plenty of other fine assets,” you tease, and Brian’s bright laugh in response feels like a victory, even if it’s accompanied by him pulling out his wallet to pay for the record.

Still, you don’t want this conversation to end and you are curious about what he’s doing here, so after you ring him out you ask, “I have to know, why are you buying your own album?”

“Would you believe that Roger bet me a tenner that I wouldn’t be able to do it without getting mobbed by fans?”

You think about that for a moment. “Actually, yeah,” you say, which causes Brian to laugh again. “Sorry for making you lose the bet, then.”

“Hm? Oh, no, I don’t think chatting with you counts as being mobbed,” Brian says. “I’ve quite enjoyed meeting you, actually. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Your heart is fluttering in your chest from the attention and the smile on Brian’s face, and all your promises that you weren’t going to be an overbearing fan have completely left your mind as you muster up the courage to ask, “Listen, I totally understand if the answer is “no” but do you want to grab a drink with me?”

You’re expecting him to turn you down, but instead his smile gets brighter and he says, "I'd love to get a drink with you, but if we go out I actually will end up being mobbed. Would you like to come back to my place instead?" Your mouth drops open in a small “o” of surprise and Brian is quick to continue. “Just for drinks. Doesn’t have to be anything more.”

Doesn’t have to be… There’s an offer in that delicate phrasing that restarts your brain, and you need to know if the two of you are on the same page here before this gets any further. “And if I want there to be more?” you ask, and the hunger in Brian’s eyes is answer enough.

“Then I think that can be arranged,” he says, in a low voice that causes a bolt of lust to go through you.

“Then yeah,” you say, a slow and wide smiling growing on your face. “Take me home, Brian May.”

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Brian kisses you before his front door is even fully closed, pressing you against the wall of his entryway and devouring you with a passion that you haven’t felt from any of your previous partners. You gasp, the noise swallowed up in Brian’s mouth, and wrap your arms around Brian’s neck, pulling him in closer to you.

When he finally breaks the kiss it’s only to pull back enough to ask, “What do you want tonight, love?”

You shudder at the sound of Brian calling you love and tell him, completely honestly, “Anything you want to give me.”

Brian kisses your lips again, a little softer, and then trails kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You arch into his touch, and you can feel him smile against your skin. “I want to make you feel good,” he murmurs, and you can’t hold back a whimper.

“It’s you, Brian. Whatever you do will be good.” It’s as close as you can bring yourself to admitting that you’ve thought about this for years, gotten yourself off countless times to the thought of Brian’s hands and mouth on you. You don’t even care if Brian doesn’t live up to your fantasies because this is real, and already so much more than you ever expected to have.

“That’s a lot of confidence to have in me,” Brian says, as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingers skimming lightly along your skin, and you gasp at the gentle touch. “Better make sure I don’t disappoint you then.”

He tugs up your shirt and you quickly pull it off. One of Brian’s hands immediately moves up to your breast, cupping and massaging it through your bra, and you can’t hold back a moan. Brian’s other hand flicks open the button on your jeans and slowly, teasingly, pulls down the zipper.

“Wanna taste you, baby,” he murmurs as his fingers tease at the open V of your pants, driving you wild even though he’s barely touching you at all. “Gonna let me eat you out right here? Gonna let me taste that pussy of yours?”

“Fuck, Bri, yes,” you moan. “Yes, god, please-”

Brian chuckles and hooks his fingers through your belt loops, slowing dragging your jeans down your legs. You step out of them and go to take off your panties as well but Brian stops you. He sinks to his knees in front of you, and that picture is enough to get you absolutely dripping.

You whimper as Brian gently nudges your legs a little further apart and runs one finger slowly, gently, along your core. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against the bare skin of your thighs. “Already so eager for this, and we’ve barely even started…”

“Brian…” you whine, hips bucking into his teasing touch. Brian looks up at you, smirking, and finally tug your panties down.

You unhook your bra and toss it aside as you kick your panties away, and as soon as they’re gone Brian’s mouth is on you. You cry out at the first flick of his tongue against your core and you bring your hand to your mouth to muffle the sounds of you falling apart embarrassingly quickly.

“Come on baby, let me hear you,” Brian says, before licking along your entrance, his tongue dipping in just enough to set your whole body ablaze. You pull your hand away just as Brian’s tongue circles your clit and without thinking you reach out for him, burying your hand in his hair and trying not to pull as he keeps his attention focused on your clit.

He sucks gently at the nub, making you moan and writhe against the wall, but pulling back just when you’re on the brink of coming to lap at your entrance again. You can feel your wetness start to drip down your thighs but Brian doesn’t pull away, keeping his mouth buried against your core and his tongue teasing at your entrance until you’re practically grinding against his face in your desperation to come, before he finally moves back to flick kittenish licks over your clit again.

You’re so worked up that even that gentle stimulation is almost too much to bear. “Bri, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-” you pant and you get a glimpse of Brian’s smirk, before he brings a hand up and sinks one finger inside you.

You let out a choked-off gasp before you’re coming hard against Brian’s face, hand tangled in his hair as you hold him in place, his tongue working your clit and finger gently moving inside you as he works you through your orgasm. He doesn’t stop until the pleasure nearly becomes painful, until your keening moans turn to high-pitched whimpers and your knees finally buckle underneath you.

Brian catches you, laughing a little, and presses you against the wall to keep you upright as he stands back up. His face is wet with your slickness and he goes to wipe his mouth with the back of one hand, but before he gets a chance you lean up and kiss him fiercely. You can taste yourself in his mouth, a visceral reminder that Brian gave you what may be the best oral you’ve ever received, and when Brian groans and rocks against your hip his hardness is a welcome reminder of everything still come.

“God, Brian,” you pant between kisses. “I want-”

“Yeah? What do you want, baby girl?” Brian asks, one hand creeping up your body to tease along the edge of your breast and you arch into his touch.

“Wanna suck you,” you tell him, and reach down to palm Brian’s cock through his jeans. “Please, Bri…”

Brian groans lowly and presses against your hand, his head dropping down as he pants against your neck. “Fuck, Y/N, you think I’m gonna say no to that?”

You laugh, breathless, and let Brian lead you further into the house, back into the bedroom where he finally strips out of his shirt and you tug open the fly of his jeans, kissing him again as you help him get them off. You run your hands down his chest and fuck, just the sight of all that beautiful lean muscle is nearly enough to make you moan. You want to sink your teeth into his skin, leave your marks all over his body so he can’t forget this night, but with how often he appears semi-shirtless in front of cameras you know that’s not a good idea.

So you’ll just have to make sure he remembers you for other reasons instead.

You push Brian down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and drop to your knees in front of him. You mouth at his cock through his pants, loving the sound of him groaning above you. You can already tell that he’s well-endowed, a fact which is confirmed when you tug his pants down over his cock and Brian lifts his hips so you can pull them away completely.

“God, you’re huge,” you say, and it comes out sounding more like a moan than you care to admit.

There’s a flush spreading across Brian’s face and he starts to say, “Listen, you don’t have to-”

“That was not a complaint,” you interrupt before Brian can finish that thought, and you lean down to take his cock into your mouth.

Brian cries out as you suck gently at the tip of his cock. His hands flutter above your head, like he’s resisting the urge to hold onto you, and you pull back to mouth along his shaft as you tell him, “You can touch me, Bri, it’s fine.”

That’s all the permission he seems to need and he reaches out for you, just resting his hands in your hair, not forcing anything as you take him back in your mouth and start to bob your head along his length. He’s too big for you to take all the way down but that doesn’t stop you from trying, swallowing him as deeply as you can and working whatever you can’t fit into your mouth with your hands.

The taste of Brian’s precome on your tongue and the sound of his groans filling the room are a heady combination. The knowledge that he’s falling apart because of you, that you’re the one coaxing those sounds out of him, that it’s your mouth working him towards his orgasm, is a rush like nothing else you’ve ever felt.

You look up at him and find that he’s staring down at you, eyes half-lidded with pleasure but still watching you as you work him over. You can’t hold back a small, pleased noise at the image he paints and Brian’s answering moan makes your core start throbbing with need again.

You keep your eyes locked on him as you slowly start to swallow him down, taking him deeper than you had before. The head of his cock hits the back of your throat and you choke, pulling back just enough to take a deep breath and try again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N…” Brian pants, his hands tightening in your hair as you relax your throat and let Brian’s cock slip down.

Brian’s cock is large enough that it’s a struggle to hold him in your throat and you still don’t have his entire length in your mouth, but you don’t care. You don’t care because Brian looks overwhelmed with pleasure, the muscles of his legs flexing as he struggles to keep himself from thrusting deeper into your mouth, and all because of you.

You swallow around his cock and Brian cries out loudly, hips stuttering forward once before he’s pulling you away. You whine and try to mouth at his cock again, but Brian holds you back and says, “If you keep that up I’m gonna come before I get a chance to fuck you.”

“Well we can’t have that now, can we?” you tease, although heat pools in your stomach at the thought of Brian coming in your mouth, getting to taste him completely… There’s a twinge of regret at knowing you won’t get to have that, but it’s quickly overshadowed by excitement as Brian coaxes you up to lie on the bed.

He kisses you, a bit more softer this time, before slowly moving down your body, trailing gentle nips and kisses down your neck, teasing over your breasts, and mouthing down your stomach where he sucks a bruise into your hipbone.

“You think you can take me, or do you need a bit of help?” he murmurs against your skin, one hand teasing along your folds and around your entrance. He sinks one finger into you before you have a chance to answer and you gasp, arching off the bed and bearing down on his hand.

“Might- might need you to- ah-” You whine as Brian pushes a second finger inside you and starts to slowly move them. “God, Brian…”

“Need me to open you up?” he asks as he keeps moving his fingers at a steady pace, too slow to get you off like this but it’s enough to get your blood racing and make you so wet that you can hear Brian’s fingers thrusting into you. “Hm? Do you need me to get you ready for my cock?”

“Fuck, yeah, Bri, yeah,” you gasp, rocking your hips to try to get Brian to move faster. “Yeah, god, please, give me another, I can take it…”

Brian chuckles and instead of slipping another finger inside you he pulls away completely. You whimper at the loss, feeling empty and needy without him filling you up, but Brian kisses you again as he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube from the drawer of his nightstand. You don’t notice him slicking up his hand, and you’re taken by surprise when he suddenly sinks three fingers deep inside you.

You cry out, nearly jackknifing off the bed. Brian slings one arm over your hips to hold you in place as he starts fingering you open, scissoring his fingers and curling them up to rub them over that spot inside you that makes you scream.

“Brian, Bri, please, please fuck me, god, please,” you beg, writhing beneath him, barely able to stand the pleasure or the intensity of Brian’s gaze on you.

And Brian, it seems, has had enough of the foreplay as well because he pulls his hand away and quickly rolls on a condom before slicking up his cock. He lines up at your entrance, hesitating only for a moment to look into your eyes; you smile, and nod once, and with a low exhale Brian starts to push in.

He is big, and he feels even bigger as he slowly eases into you. You whine at the uncomfortable stretch and tense up around him. Brian groans and you can feel his cock twitching inside you as Brian stills, barely halfway inside you. “You’ve gotta relax for me, babe,” he pants. He ducks under one of your legs, draping it over his shoulder and opening you up wider for him. “C’mon, let me in…”

You shudder, and try to will yourself to relax. Brian is patient, pressing soft kisses to your inner thigh and waiting for you to be ready, even though he has to be dying to move. After a few moments the burn fades away and the stretch feels more pleasurable than painful, and as soon as you ease up around Brian he rocks into you again, gentle and slow. You gasp, but you don’t tense up again, arching up to meet his movements instead.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl, feel so fucking good around me, fuck…” Brian’s words make you flush with embarrassment and arousal and you whine, turning your face into the pillow and feeling overwhelmed as Brian finally fills you completely.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Brian murmurs, kissing along your jawline. “C’mon, let me see you, wanna watch you…”

“Brian… Bri…” you pant, but you let Brian turn your head back towards him. His eyes are dark with lust and he looks at you in wonder, like he can’t believe he gets to have you, even though you’re the one lucky enough to be in the bed of your idol.

You keep your eyes fixed on his as he starts to thrust into you, slowly at first and so gentle that you can feel every inch of him as he moves inside you, leaving you gasping and whimpering underneath him. Brian groans with every movement, but even as he starts to rock into you faster, harder, his eyes don’t leave your face. The two of you are locked together, Brian’s cock pistoning into you, your legs hooked over his shoulder and wrapped around his waist, and neither one of you able to break your stare.

You study every detail of Brian’s face, needing to memorize everything about him in this moment, every flutter of his eyes, every low moan, every bite of his lips as he gives a particularly harsh thrust. You watch as Brian falls apart above you, his pleasure heightening your own, and every noise and keen from you makes Brian a little more desperate, a little less composed.

“‘m close,” he gasps, and he brings one hand between your bodies to rub your clit. “Want you to come, Y/N, wanna feel you come first…” You moan, pushing desperately down on Brian’s cock and against his hand, so close just from knowing that it’s Brian who’s working to bring you over that edge. “Yeah, that’s it, Y/N, that’s my good girl, come for me, want you to come-”

And you do with a loud cry, shaking and writhing underneath Brian as he keeps his hand on your clit, keeps thrusting into you, keeps looking at you as you lose yourself to the waves of pleasure, your vision nearly whiting out from the intensity of it all.

“Fuck, fuck, Y/N, so good, you’re so good-” Brian groans as he comes as well, finally breaking eye contact as he drops down on top of you, your leg sliding off his shoulder as he ducks his head into the crook of your neck, panting against your skin as his hips stutter into you. You clench around him and he bites at your shoulder to muffle a cry as he thrusts into you once more, before falling still.

The two of you lay there, breathing heavily and shuddering through the last aftershocks of pleasure. You brush a hand over Brian’s hair, and he presses a soft kiss to the bite he gave you. “Sorry about that,” he mumbles.

You laugh and unhook your other leg from around Brian’s waist. “’s alright,” you tell him, still trying to catch your breath. Brian could’ve left a thousand marks on your body and you wouldn’t have cared one bit.

It’s a few minutes before Brian moves again, leveraging himself back up with a groan. “Be right back,” he says, kissing you once, before climbing off the bed. You watch him leave but make no attempt to get up yourself. You stretch out instead, feeling the best sort of soreness, and you smile as you think back over the evening. This is certainly not how you expected your night to turn out, but you’re definitely not complaining.

“You look happy,” Brian says, as he reenters the bedroom. He’s cleaned himself up and gotten rid of the condom, and he runs a damp washcloth over your skin to clean you up as well.

“Mm, that’s because I am happy.” You reach for him and he leans down to kiss you again, gentle and slow.

“I’m glad.” He tosses the washcloth somewhere over the side of the bed and he lies down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding you close. “I’m pretty happy right now as well,” he tells you, and your whole chest feels warm with affection and satisfaction.

You let your eyes slip shut, just for a second, enjoying the feeling of Brian pressed against you and his hand tracing absent patterns along your hip. You know you’ll have to get up soon and catch a cab back home, but you still allow yourself to imagine for a moment that you could stay here instead.

“You know, we never did have those drinks,” Brian says after a few minutes, breaking the silence between you.

You smile and open your eyes again, rolling onto your side so you can look at Brian. He’s smiling, lazy and content, and you think you’ve never seen a more gorgeous sight in your life. “Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me sometime, then,” you say, with a soft smile of your own.

“Guess I will,” Brian agrees. “Would coffee in the morning be a good start? Or do you prefer tea?”

You blink, surprised, and sit up on one elbow so you can look at Brian properly. “Are you asking me to spend the night?”

“Why not? It’s late, and there’s no sense in you leaving now unless you want to.”

There’s nothing but honesty and affection in Brian’s face and you swallow down a sudden lump in your throat as you settle back into bed next to him. Brian wraps his arms around you again without hesitation and you sigh, and relax into his embrace. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I think I’ll stay.”

#brian may x reader #brian may smut #brian may fic #brian may fanfic #queen band fic #brian may x female reader #hodgepodge-of-rog #brian #my fic

[noonaduck]

SeXd (sex ed) pt.2

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: some heated making out Words: 2993 A/N: At first I tought about adding more sexual things into this chapter but then i thought ‘‘Hey the reader is so new all to this so lets take it slow at first.’‘  IDK if the part 3 will be published as fast as two first ones. Summaray: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.  If you want to be tagged msg me or send ask. Starting from this point I won’t add you if you ask to be tagged in comments.

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tags:  @lylanie12 @hopeivx @vannilacake @mina-messed-up  @lonely-hufflepuff @soularbangtan @all289854 @hobitoons @vanessalovesonedirection @bbjel 

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You are tapping the table nervously while looking out from the window. You are waiting for Jungkook at small cafe who is supposed to take you to your first date. You have no idea what he had planned for you but he had said that you should wear something casual. After long debating between yourself you had ended up with blue hoodie and pair of jeans. Your hair was on loose ponytail and you had added only slightly make up, you were after all going for that natural look.  The cafe is empty except three other customers which you are grateful for. In your small meltdown its better that there isn't many witnesses. You felt excited and scared at the same time. There was seven amazing men and one plain you. Sometimes you wondered that did they see same person which you saw every time when you looked into mirror. You look impatiently passing people trough the glass and sipped your almost empty drink. You weren't huge fan of coffee so instead you were drinking mug of hot chocolate. ''I'm sorry that I'm late.'' Familiar voice startles you from your side. 

Jungkook had entered the cafe while you were looking out of the window deep in your thoughts. He looks unfairly good in his simple clothing. He is wearing black leather jacket over white v-neck shirt and pair of black jeans where is zippers on the sides. On his feet is plain black sneakers and lonely silver earring is hanging from his ear. ''It's okay. I haven't been waiting for long.'' You smile softly and Jungkook sits opposite of you. ''Good. It was kind of hectic at my workplace. My boss was breathing for my neck about some missed deadliness which I'm sure he hasn't even mentioned before.'' Jungkook sighs. Jungkook works at small accounting company and his boss is known his demanding nature. ''So, do you want to anything to drink or what you are planned for us?'' You ask while spinning your spoon in your mug nervously. ''There is no need. I will eat on the site of our date.'' Jungkook grins excitedly and rubs his hands together. ''We have one hour before we have to be there so take your time with your drink.'' You phone dings and you pick it out from your pocket. ''Do you mind if I look what was it?'' You gesture towards your phone. ''Go ahead, I don't mind.'' Jungkook assures you. You smile for thanks and open your message app to only notice that you have message from Jimin. Jimin: *I hope that you and Kookie will have good time :)* You: *Thanks, I'm kind of nervous.* Jimin: *Don't be, everything is going to be fine and if it isn't just message me anytime. If kookie even looks you wrong give me a call and I will come to rescue.* You:  *Haha, I'm sure that its not going to that.* Jimin: * Just making sure that you know I'm there for you* Jimin's last message makes you blush and Jungkook looks you curiously. ''What was it? Something nice?'' ''It was Jimin.''You admit smiling shyly. ''Oh, I see. I hope he didn't spoil anything to you.'' ''So he does know where we are going?'' You are turning more curious. ''Yep. Did you finish your drink?'' Jungkook asks and you take one last sip from your hot chocolate. ''All done.'' ''Good, let's get going then. We need to get a taxi so we be on time.'' Jungkook stand up and waits you to collect your jacket and purse. When you exit the cafe you are simmering for excitement. Luckily you are able to get a taxi quite fast and you sit into backseat. Jungkook gives the driver an address that sounds familiar to you but you can't still pinpoint where you have heard it before. Jungkook glances you nervously but sighs on relief when there isn't expression of knowledge on your face. The back seat feels small and it doesn't help how Jungkook's thigh rubs yours time to time. You are relieved when you finally get out of the car and into fresh spring air. Jungkook pays for the driver and you look curiously around. You are on the parking lot of the sports stadium. There is cars parked everywhere and mass of people is heading towards the doors. ''I hope that you like basketball.'' Jungkook smiles shyly when he sees your curious face. You spin around and face Jungkook who has came to stand next to you. ''I used to go watch my little brothers basketball games on his high school. I'm not expert of the sport but I found it quite enjoyable.'' You give Jungkook assuring smile and he seems relieved. ''Shall we go then?'' Jungkook asks and offers his hand to you which you instantly accept. You end up following steam of people and waiting your turn on the line. Jungkook's hand is much larger and warmer than yours, his hold has calming effect to you and feel like your insecurities are slowly fading into back round. When it is finally your turn to get in Jungkook hands your ticket for the man by the door. The lobby is full of excited people who are wearing merchandises of their favorite team. You frown when you notice that you and Jungkook are almost only ones who isn't wearing colors of their team. ''Don't worry. I left all my fan goods at home so I wouldn't ruin the surprise for you. If you like we can by something to support our team.'' Jungkook tells when he notices your glances towards the other basketball fans. ''Really?'' You ask excited. ''Wait which one of them we are supporting?'' You add soon awkwardly. Jungkook tells you the team's name and you head into line where you can buy items to support your choice. Jungkook buys scarf for you and pennant for himself even when you insisted that you could pay yourself. When you are done Jungkook lead you to your seats which are located right in front row. The noise of fans cheering for their favorite teams is deafening. ''Wow, I think that I have never had this good seats in any event.'' You are thrilled. ''Thanks for it belongs to my boss, as much as he can be ass sometimes he is good with his bonuses.'' Jungkook rubs his head awkwardly while blushing. ''Aww, you are so cute.'' You coo and his blush deepens. Jungkook coughs and changes the subject. ''There is about fifteen minutes before the game begins. I was thinking that we could go buy something to eat when half time comes. I know that hot dogs aren't the most fancy food, but I hope it is okay.'' ''Hot dogs sounds fine.'' You assure Jungkook. The audience has finally found their seats and chanting to their teams to come out. The stand darkens and loud music begins to play. Spotlights sweep on the ground when the teams come out followed by loud cheers. Even you and Jungkook join the screaming mass. You don't know what you had hoped for your first date, but you were pleasantly surprised for Jungkook's choice. A Judge blows the whistle and the game begins. The game pulls you's and Jungkook's attention completely and you cheer and boo in all the right parts. Even one point when the opposite team makes a score you both scream with red faces. You are having so much fun that you forgot to be nervous. Finally the half time comes and you and Jungkook head for the food stand. The line is long, but at least it moves fast. ''Do you know what you are going to get?'' You ask while standing on your tiptoes looking for pictures on top of the stand. There is basic hot dogs, sodas and other fast food options on display. ''I usually take the same thing, hot dog with spicy sauce and cucumber salad.'' Jungkook shrugs his shoulders. ''Maybe I should try it too.'' You agree and Jungkook grins widely to your words. ''I'm sure that you are gonna love it.'' Soon is your turn to order and you take bottles of coke with your food. You find free stand table and head towards it. You put your hot dog on the table and sip your drink. You take a first bite from your food and began to cough. Your mouth is on fire. ''This. Is. So. Hot.'' You wave your hand in front of your mouth even though it doesn't actually  help you. ''Are you okay? Is it too spicy for you, I can get something else for you if you want...'' Jungkook frowns his brows worriedly. ''No, its okay. I was just surprised that all. I knew that the hot dog would be spicy, but not this spicy.'' You grin. Jungkook looks you insecure at first but his frown turns as smile when you keep assuring him. ''I'm glad that Jimin was right when he told me that you like basketball.'' Jungkook says and takes a bite from his food. You don't know how someone eating can turn you on. You look enchanted how his mouth moves when he chews his food or how his lips turn even redder caused by the spicy food. ''Y/N, did you hear what I said?'' Jungkook smirks, he surely had noticed your stare. You blush and clear your throat. ''I didn't know that he had told you about it.'' ''well I asked what kind of interests you have so I could plan an evening which you would enjoy.'' Jungkook tells shyly. You feel so happy, never has a guy gone so far that they would have tried to get to know you better, at least not intending to make sure that you are enjoying yourself. You smile widely and reach for Jungkook's hand which is resting on the table.  ''Thank you.'' You smile gratefully. Atmosphere is changing from light and happy for something entirely different. You never knew that someone being thoughtful towards you could be huge turn on. ''Do you want to learn something new today?'' Jungkook asks his voice low. ''What you want to teach me?'' You are curious. Your first tough has that he wanted to tell something about basketball but his eyes were telling a different story. ''I will teach you how to kiss properly. I know that you kissed Jimin, but you both were drunk and I doubt that you did it correctly'' You feel heat rising inside of you when you quickly agree to his offer.        Jungkook leads you towards the restrooms and you look him surprised. When he sees your confused face he explains. ''Half time is over soon and everyone will be focused to the game so there wont be people hanging around the restroom.'' Indeed every person who you are passing by is hurrying back towards their seats. Jungkook pulls you inside of ladies room, which is empty for your luck, and heads into the furthest restroom booth.Luckily there isn't stalls where everyone could look under or even over if they were tall enough or standing on toilet seats. Instead the restroom was full of those small rooms where was small sink alongside of the toilet seat. Jungkook pushes you in gently and locks the door behind of him. The booth is small and you both are barely able to fit in at the same time. And still Jungkook is capable to spin you around and pull you to sit top of him on closed toilet seat. You are so close to him that you can hear his beating heart. You are glad to know that you aren't only one who is affected. ''So, what I do next?'' You finally break the heavy silence. Jungkook seems to shake himself from his thoughts before he answers. ''At first put your arms around my neck.'' You obey him fast, at least the first step is easy. ''Lean closer, good. Then tilt your head little on to other side and... well its best that I demonstrate the next part.'' Jungkook takes hold of your hips and tilts his head to opposite way which you are. Jungkook comes closer and the distance gets even smaller between you. Your hear is beating faster and your hands are getting sweaty. His breath smells like cherries when he finally kisses you. The kiss begins slow and Jungkook moves his lips softly against yours. You are insecure what to do at first but try to mimic his lips movements. You seem to be doing quite well when his hold on your waist tightens. Jungkook parts from you and looks you with indecipherable eyes. ''Second step is when I'm going to kiss you again, open your mouth slightly.'' Jungkook pushes his lips back to yours before you are able of answer. You can hear cheers of basketballs fans somewhere in far distance. You part your lips like Jungkook told and his pink tongue comes to explore your lips. He licks your lower lip and your breath hitch on your throat. For your surprise Jungkook's tongue slips inside of your mouth. Surely you know hot to kiss in theory, but still his actions caught you of guard. His tongue explores your mouth following your teeth and searching trough your mouths roof. You feel Jungkook hardening in his pants. You are first to pull away and look him with wide eyes. Sure you felt already hot and bothered, but Jungkook hardening under you came in shock.

''Don't worry we don't have to do anything to it. I would never force you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.'' He assures you when he sees your worried eyes.  Jungkook pushes curl of hair, which has escaped from your ponytail, behind of your ear. Even though his face is hungry his movements are slow. ''Is there any other steps that I can learn about kissing?'' You ask shyly by Jungkook's surprise. ''You can always do the actions to your partner which I have taught you, but there is one another step we can try.'' His cheeks are covered in light tint when he says this. Opening bathroom door surprises you and soon nearby bathroom stall's door is shut. Someone is in the bathroom while you two are practicing kissing. You freeze and Jungkook notices your distress.  ''Or we can stop here and return to watch the game. I believe that there is at least twenty minutes left.'' ''What the last step is?'' ''Are you sure? We can stop Y/N.'' Jungkook looks you worriedly. You are tired of not knowing anything and you don't surely want to stop on half way. ''I'm sure.'' You look back to Jungkook with so much of determination that he finally agrees. ''Last step is making out.'' He finally tells. You hear someone leaving the bathroom booth and washing their hands. ''How making out is different from kissing?'' ''Well Kisses can be quite innocent, but when it comes to making out it usually includes lot of touching. I'm not talking about gentle sweeps of other person's cheek, I'm talking about hot hands wandering along others body.'' Jungkook words makes heat rise to your face and you feel more than slightly turned on. ''I want to try that.'' You admit quietly. ''O-okay.''Jungkook  is turning red as well. ''So basically we kiss like I did teach to you and touch each others bodies. If I make you uncomfortable at any point let me know.'' Soon you are kissing again and this time you follow Jungkook's lips with your tongue. He parts them gently and let's you take a lead. You slip your tongue into his mouth when his large hands starts to wander on your body. At first his actions are rather innocent and his hands move along your sides. You pet his neck hair with your fingers which are still dangled to his neck. You deepen the kiss and then Jungkook grins against your core. You gasp out loud but don't stop kissing him which Jungkook takes as a green light. He repeats his actions and soon his hands find hem of your shirt. His hands feel warm against your skin and you tighten your grip on his hair. Jungkook moans gently when you tuck his hair too hard by accident. Interesting that he has a hair pulling kink you note to yourself. Jungkook's had reaches higher and soon his fingers touches hem of your bra. You pull apart panting for air and you look each other breathing heavily.

''More.'' You demand filled with lust from the man. ''More what?'' Jungkook struggles little when he tries to find his voice. ''Touch me more.'' You pull himself again into another kiss. Jungkook obeys and soon he squeezes your breast top of your bra. Your hand begins to slide along his torso and small gargle sound leaves from his throat. Jungkooks free hand starts to wander towards your pants and when he is about to open the button of your pants loud cheering disturbs you. ''I'm so happy that we won.'' Cheerful female voice says and soon the bathroom is filled with chattering voices. You part away with wide eyes. The game must have ended.

Jimin is laughing his ass of to your story. ''So you had to wait basically and hour in small restroom booth until you were able to leave.'' ''It's not so funny. I was scared to death that someone will break in and find us in such situation.'' You sulk and poke your salad with your fork. You are at the theaters break room during your lunch break when Jimin has insisted that you tell him about your date.  He had hear some details from Jungkook but he wanted still hear your version. Jimin leans closer to you and you can't help but glance towards his lips. ''So did you learn anything?'' He asks with low voice. You are sure that he knew but wanted you to admit it yourself. ''I learned proper way of kissing.'' You admit whispering. You and Jimin gain few curious stares from your coworkers when you are so close together but you both ignore them. ''I'm sure that there is going to be other thing to learn on your next dates.'' Jimin smirks and pulls away. ''Like what?'' You are curious. ''You'll see, you'll see.'' Jimin refuses to let anything on.

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[starboyjxmin]

Reality in Motion

Synopsis: How do you forgive the one who took the meaning of your life?

Warnings: Angst, Crying, Smut (eventually), Vulgar Language

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Mafia!Yoongi

Word Count: 2,012

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

“You’re the sun rising in the east.” The casket made a heavy clunk despite how gently the boys put it down on the wet sow.

“You’re the birds greeting the sun.” A sob tore into a grieving mother’s chest as you stood there looking at the glossy black casket cover.

“You’re safe with me,” The boys stood there with their arms crossed over their chests as the priest began to welcome everyone for coming to the celebration of the life of Eric. Everyone began to take a seat but you remained standing as the sobs of your mother in law kept filling the air, the wet suffocating air.

“Because I’m safe with you.” The priest began to speak about Eric as you replayed every kiss, both stolen and known. Every touch, every fight, every word, every breath after, during, and before sex. You even replayed the moment you had told him, days before his death, the most secret thing you had held from him. He had agreed to keep it a secret, a beautiful secret between the two of you that he unfortunately took to the grave a few days later. You lied. You felt so much anger looking at casket containing your dear handsome husband. He lied because here you were, hearing your mother in law making a dramatic scene of crying and she had just thrown herself on the floor clinging to the side of the casket.

“My dear baby! My only son!!!” You kept it within yourself to not roll your eyes and yell at her to get up. You simply stood there as the priest continued while some people started to comfort her and tell her that it was okay.

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“That was a beautiful service, Abel.” You hugged your husband’s best friend, thanking him immensely for everything.

“It was beautiful because of you, (Y/N).” He gave your body a squeeze.

Pathetically, you has let yourself be weak for once and couldn’t put yourself together to arrange anything for your husband. Everyone told you it was fine, it was expected but not from you or for you. That didn’t matter if this was a normal reaction, it was stupid. You very disappointed with yourself for that. Luckily Abel had immediately taken over for you. He assumed the position of head of household almost for you. He took care of you for the next days following the death and dealing with all the legal issues, the funeral arrangements, the embalming processing even though you insisted on cremating your husband but in his will, he has specifically put down being buried. Again, you were overruled in the relationship. Wasn’t a surprise there.

Abel let you go and held onto your hands, squeezing them tenderly as he spoke to you.

“You’re doing so well, you’re so strong.” You scoffed lightly and smiled.

“You’re too kind. I just wish this had never happened. I mean, I was on the phone with him when that car hit him. I shouldn’t have called him, it’s all my fault for distracting him.” Abel put his hands on your shoulders now and shook his head, a hidden glint in his eyes that you saw but as soon as blinked, it disappeared making you doubt you even saw such an emotion in them. All that was looking back at you was lamenting.

“It was not your fault, don’t ever say something that stupid again. You know damn well it was the other driver’s fault for blantanly ignoring the red light.” You sighed.

“(Y/N!)” You turned to see your mother in law waving you down with tears still steaming down her face. Great, now what? Could you not mourn your husband without her in your face upping it like a pain olympics of “oh it hurts me more than it hurts you because you’re not his mom.”

“I’ll let you go. Do you need anything right now?” You shook your head as Abel’s hands down down to his sides now. “Okay well you know where I am if you ever need me.” You nodded at him as you turned to talk towards your mother in law.

“Gretchen, hi.” You smiles tightly at your mother in law.

“Oh dear, you look so beautiful for such a wrong occasion. And you haven’t any tear.” You felt like your jaw would crack at any moment from how tight you had your teeth clamping down to smile.

“Thank you,” You dismissed the backhanded compliment. She kept speaking to you but you let your eyes wonder behind her head as you imagined being in bed, lights off, and crying away from everyone. But in the distance, where you didn’t even imagine to look, stood 3 men in black looking towards the ordeal. A black Cadillac behind them stood parked.

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“What are you thinking?” Seokjin asked Yoongi. Yoongi shrugged as he watched the newly widowed woman holding hands with an older woman. Their face blurry due to the distance between them.

“I’m thinking of how tiresome this side of our job gets. How many funerals have we attended so far?”

“None. But watched from the distance like total creeps? 5.” Namjoon answered as he picked at some lint on his suit. He seemed deeply disinterested in the funeral.

“5 is too many.” Seokjin commented as he walked back towards the Cadillac.

“Mm.” Yoongi hummed in agreement. “Well, send some roses to the newly widowed wife, will ya, Joons?” Namjoon groaned inaudibly as he rolled his eyes.

“Same as always?” Yoongi was already turned towards the car.

“Yes, but make them even more bigger this time. Express our condolences from Bangtan.”

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Yoongi’s torso was out of the window as he had an uzi in his arms as he shot back at the policecar behind them, tailgating them ever since they fled from the senator’s home.

“Stupid cops, don’t they know that this will do nothing but make their numbers weaker and ours stronger!” He laughed manically as he continued to shoot at them, breaking the windows.

“Min Yoongi! Get your stupid ass back in here you crackhead!” Seokjin grasped at his boss’ coat from the back of the neck, pulling the shorter man back into the car as the car swerved from Jin’s lack of hands controlling it, instead the car leaned towards Yoongi.

“Drive right!” Yoongi yelled as bullets swapped around towards them, some hitting the missle proof windows. Either way, he was pulled in and fell back towards Jin.

“What is the purpose of this anyways?!!!” Yoongi sat up scoffing as if they were arguing about which ice cream was clearly superiour rather than getting shot at.

“Lose them. Now.” Jin nodded and immediately shift into reverse, confusing the police cars zooming right into them. To the untrained eye, it would appear as though Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin had just given up and were doing a suicide mission now by aimlessly swerving in reverse towards incoming traffic of police cars but as soon as the cars diverted to not crash and kill themselves by the strong impact such a collision would create, they unfortunately, hit one another due to not paying attention to their surroundings. They were only closing in on the biggest distraction which became Yoongi’s escape. As soon as they had created the diversion, Jin immediately swung around and continued on his way, zooming into a car park.

“This is why we are here.” Yoongi pulled up his shirt and a yellow large envelope was peeking out from halfway outside of his jeans.

“Dude what the fuck, gross!” Jin cringed as he looked away, turning the car off and taking the keys from the ignition. Yoongi pulled the envelope from his jeans and smacked Jin over the head with it who began to fake vomit as he opened the car and stepped out.

“You idiot, I didn’t want the papers to get fucked up.” Yoongi also stepped out of the car and they made their way towards a plain blue faded Toyota Camry, early 2000’s.

“So what’s so special in there that you need to shield with your dick?” Yoongi rolled his eyes as he got in and put on his seatbelt with the documents still in his hand.

“This is our tickets to freedom.” Jin began to slowly drive out the opposite way of the car park as police cars began to flood the entrance they came in from, unaware that the people they were looking for were no longer in the flashy car but in a generic car.

“So it specifically says, ‘Bangtan is innocent.’” Min Yoongi swore that if his friend wasn’t his best friend, he would have murdered him right then and there.

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You sat on the empty bed, still not use to the space next to you. It still dipped from his back from he would sleep on it but it was just as hollow as your soul. The black hole in your chest was growing day by day. 2 days after the funeral, you received an enormous floral arrangement that took 15 people to completely bring into the condo. You cried while they brought them in, thinking it was a quequed gift your husband had left for you before his death for the celebration of your secret but as you signed the paperwork the delivery girl handed to you, she made your tears of joy mixed with sadness stop.

“Mr. Min sends his condolences.” You looked up at her in shook. She gave you a sweet knowing smile as she hurried her people to set the Kylie Jenner worthy bouquets down. White roses filled the condo, leaving you with little walk space. They excused themselves but not before the girl left you a card. You closed the door behind them, visibly shaking.

Min, who’s min? The only Min you knew was your neighbour, Mrs. Min and she was a widow. But they had said Mr. Either way, you were thankful for the roses. White, they filled your empty home with beauty. Beauty you no longer possessed or felt. But it was special, until right now that you sat on the bed and took the card out from your drawer. The smell of roses permuated the air. The front was a grievance card you get from like any drug store, it was elegant looking though, not cheap. As you opened it, you held your breath.

”Dear Mrs. Silver, we here at Bangtan regret your loss due to your feelings. However, if you must know, we do not let the spouses of murdered men go unprotected. Despite the disservice your husband did to us, that had nothing to do personally with you. Again, we share your grief and hope that time will fix this wound soon.”

What kind of sick ass joke is this?! You furiously thought as you looked at the bottom of the card. signed, min. Murdered. Unprotected. Disservice. The words swirled violently in your head as they pounded back and forth in your skull, ricocheting. You felt immediately sick to your stomach. Bile began to come up into your throat and you started to throw up on the bed. Your head began to almost split from the migraine you were starting to experience. Hands began to hold your stomach as you emptied it.

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After some moments, you finally stabilised yourself. Embarrassment flushed your cheeks as you got off the wet putrid covers. “I’m so stupid.” You really were weak. How could you throw up at the sight of a stupid card with stupid words? You sighed in frustration as you pulled the covers off your bed and pulled up your vomit covered hair up. Time to get to work.

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You let the hot water fall over you as you sat on the tub, arms hanging outside of it as your chin rest on the ledge. Min. The name played in your head as you thought of who this person could be and why he would say your husband did him a disservice. What the fuck did that mean? What was your husband even doing then? Did you even know him? “I’ll keep you safe.” Then why are ghosts sending you dead messages? What was the point? Was it to intimate you? Was it to truly express grief for you? You sighed and turned to slip into the warm water, submerging yourself in it. Your husband use to say you would go to your Eleven place when you’d do this to think. But right now, you needed to figure out who the hell Mr. Min was. And figure out is exactly what you were going to do.

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(A.U. I know, I’m a piece of shit. Well after I think some months I’m back again? Sorry, I just graduated and now have my associates in science and I’m a licensed pharmacy technician! Also, I work full time now so I’ve been hella busy. But either way, I’ve been trying so hard to write. I write but nothing ever looks good enough. Angel is halfway done, first love needs to be started, Starboy is halfway done, and the Taehyung one i just stare at and wish that I could write good enough for it because it’s my personal favourite after this new Yoongi one I’m writing. I’m currently on my lunch break so sorry if it isn’t formatted well, I’m doing this on mobile. I get home later tonight so I’ll fix any errors and format it better. Anyways, hope you guys are doing well.)

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[imagine-always-and-forever]

In Plain Sight -- Part 7

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word length: 1958

Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)

Request:  Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )

Summary: arriving in New Orleans

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Author’s note: Sorry it’s so short, but I wanted to get this out since it’s been ages and I’ve gotten so many requests for an update! I’m really hoping to get more written so keep an eye out! Please let me know what you think!

The waitress had been possessed, as had the other four men. Apparently, it was one of Dahlia’s preferred methods of communication. Luckily, the now dead waitress’s car was parked in the back.

Klaus opted to drive while Elijah sat beside him, keeping an eye out for any danger. Rebekah and you sat in the back, each of you with one of the twins on your laps. The car was five miles from the diner when police cars and ambulances started passing by the other side of the highway. You hugged Astrid to you as the sirens faded into the distance.

Your injuries had been healed and your voice returned to you. Killing the waitress seemed to be enough to break whatever spell Dahlia had put on you to silence you. Not that it mattered. You hadn’t said a word other than a muttered “thanks” to Rebekah for a sip of her blood to heal you.

You didn’t know what you’d say anyway. As far as you were concerned, there was nothing to discuss. Rebekah said that it wasn’t like what you thought and whether or not that too was a lie, it didn’t matter. There were no options here and arguing would do nothing but upset the twins. All you could do was try to keep it together until you got to safety.

Safety, it turned out, was another five hours away after the detour that you had to take. It was spent in silence. The twins, thankfully, slept most of the way there. They were probably exhausted from the crash and diner. Probably traumatized as well.

When Klaus drove into the city, you were surprised. You knew the Mikaelsons had spent a long period in New Orleans back in the eighteen hundreds and early nineteen hundreds, but you’d expected their fortitude of safety to be in a quiet suburb, not smack dab in the middle of the French Quarter.

From the look of the building they parked in front of, it was the compound Klaus had told you about from the time he was “King of New Orleans.” Their newly discovered witch sister Freya must have put a lot of spells on it to make it safe.

Elijah opened your door. You stepped out without looking at him. You were allowed to be angry at them. Even him. You might have to stay here with them until this whole thing was sorted out, but you’d be damned if they thought you’d make it easy. Or if you’d forgive them.

You shifted Astrid to one hip and waited to be shown into the building. In front of you, you watched Rebekah hand Ari to his father. Klaus smiled widely at Ari and brought him close to his chest to hug. He looked around, making sure there were no immediate threats. He kissed Ari’s forehead before he did one last sweep of the surroundings with his eyes. His gaze, of course, landed on you. You immediately looked away.

You didn’t want to be this angry when you had Astrid in your arms. Forcing yourself to calm down just the slightest, you followed Elijah inside. Klaus was right behind you, followed by Rebekah, who kept a close eye on everyone walking the streets.

“You’re late,” a woman’s voice said with a twinge of a southern accent.

The front door seemed to lead into an archway, which is where Elijah stopped. He was looking up at the woman. He nodded before taking a step further inside.

“We ran into some unfriendly company,” Elijah said in his ever-calm voice.

“Dahlia,” the woman sighed.

You had a feeling she was Hayley and not Freya. The wave of hatred you felt wasn’t unexpected but the self-hatred was.

It wasn’t fair of yourself to expect that you wouldn’t feel this way. You still wished that you didn’t feel hurt. You wished you didn’t care. The biggest source of the self-hatred, that just got worse when you realized what it was, was the jealousy that bubbled up disgustingly inside of you.

You hated it most.

“Did you find them?” Hayley asked.

Elijah turned and looked at you. He motioned for you to step forward in response to Hayley’s question. For a moment, you felt the childish urge to refuse. You wanted to stomp your feet and take the twins and not let the other woman see you or your children.

But you weren’t going to do that.

The archway led into a courtyard. The woman was standing on the steps up to the second floor. She was wearing black jeans and a light t-shirt with a pair of black heeled boots. She had long dark brown hair, green eyes, and was, truthfully, very pretty. Irritatingly, you suddenly felt insecure.

Though you weren’t covered in bruises, blood, and broken bones anymore, you hadn’t gotten a chance to shower, change, or even brush your hair. It was ridiculous, given the circumstances, that you were comparing yourself to her. Especially since her eyes had only glanced at you for a moment before sticking to Astrid.

Your hands tightened around your daughter in your arms.

“So, this is who Dahlia wants?” Hayley said, eyeing Astrid up.

“She won’t be getting her,” you bit out.

Hayley’s eyes snapped to you just as Elijah turned to look at you in surprise as well. You stood your ground, daring either of them to challenge you. Elijah may be an Original and Hayley might be a wolf, but they could see how tough they were when they came up against you protecting your children.

“No. She won’t,” Hayley said after a moment. You couldn’t tell what was going through her mind and it irked you.  “We can protect both of our daughters,” she said confidently.

“And my son,” Klaus added as he walked into the room with Ari in his arms.

Hayley was caught off guard. Another childish urge came over you, this time to smirk at the stunned look on her face. You didn’t quite manage to stop this one.

“Twins,” Hayley said in disbelief as she looked between Ari and Astrid.

“I think it’s best we get Y/N and the twins settled in before we discuss anything else,” Elijah said.

“I can show you your room if you’d like,” Hayley offered.

“Rebekah already offered, thanks,” you said shortly.

Rebekah had done no such thing and Elijah and Klaus knew it.

“Okay then. I’ll just wait down here,” Hayley said.

You were well aware that everyone in the room knew how you felt and you also knew they all probably thought you were the one in the wrong acting like this. It might be a little childish but considering what you’ve just found out and how you’ve been treated, could any of them really say they’d act any differently?

“This way,” Rebekah said, taking Ari from Klaus and leading the way.

You left Klaus, Hayley, and Elijah in the courtyard as you followed Rebekah upstairs.

Your room was quite a bit larger than the one you had at home. The home you’d probably never see again. Arti and Astrid had the room next to yours. It already had all the furniture, clothes, and even some toys.

“I had the room readied for when we got back,” Rebekah explained.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” you said.

You placed Ari and Astrid in their beds. They would need to be fed soon, but considering the interruptions to their usual sleep schedule, they needed to get as much sleep as possible right now. Plus, it would allow time to get more information on what’s going on and what the next step was going to be now.

After placing a kiss on each of their foreheads, you left the room.

Elijah and Hayley were seated side by side at the dining table. Elijah was sipping some tea. Klaus was staring out the window, his back to everyone. As the two of you entered, Rebekah headed straight to the bourbon to pour what you were sure would be a generous glass for herself.

“Tea?” Elijah offered you.

“Sure.”

As you sat down, Elijah poured you a cup. Hayley reached for the milk and sugar.

“Light milk, no sugar,” Klaus said without looking away from the window.

Hayley glanced his way. Your jaw clenched at the fact that Klaus still remembered how you liked your tea.

“Thanks,” you said as Elijah handed you your cup.

You realized that you didn’t really want any tea now that it was in front of you, but you took a sip of it for something to do.

“Welcome to New Orleans,” Hayley said, trying to break the ice.

There were footsteps in the courtyard and you turned in your seat to see a blond woman walk into the room. Freya, you assumed.

“This is our sister, Freya,” Elijah confirmed.

Freya looked you over before her eyes went to Klaus and then everyone else to gauge the room. She took the seat further from you and Klaus. Rebekah had sat down at that end of the table, closest to the bourbon, while you had sipped your tea. She now poured Freya a drink.

“What happened?” Freya asked.

“We got ambushed,” Klaus said and even if it had been a year, you still knew him well enough to tell that it was an accusation.

You wondered what he expected Freya to do.

“If she’s found you already then it won’t be long before she comes here,” Freya said, ignoring her brother’s accusation. “I’ve already put as many protection spells as I could around the compound but it won’t be enough to hold her.

“So what do we do?” you asked.

“You need to go somewhere else,” Freya said.

“Yeah we did that with me and Hope, remember? It didn’t work,” Hayley said.

Everyone was quiet. You couldn’t help but glance at Klaus. His back was still turned. He was being unusually quiet, which meant he was deep in thought.

“We should separate the children. If she doesn’t get her hands on Y/N’s child then she’ll go for Hope,” Freya said.

“They’re twins,” Hayley told her.

“What?” Freya looked pale. “Do you have any idea what she can do with that kind of power?” She looked scared at the thought. “They have to be separated. Hide them in different locations. All of them.”

“No,” you and Hayley said at the same time.

Everyone was surprised that you agreed. It even made Klaus turn around and look at you. You eyed Hayley.

“I know what it’s like to have your child hunted by her. I won’t just go hide away with Hope. Besides, having the three of them together will mean we don’t have to worry about keeping three locations safe and guarded,” Hayley explained. “We’re family now and family protects each other.”

Maybe Hayley wasn’t the one you should hate.

“No one is going anywhere,” Klaus decided. “You’re staying right here where I can protect you all. I’ve just found my family, I won’t lose them again.” He looked around the room, daring anyone to challenge him.

“Fine but no secrets,” you stated. “If you want me to stay here with the twins and do what you want, then those are my conditions.”

“No secrets,” Klaus agreed.

“And one more thing,” you said, steeling yourself up for what you were about to say. You looked Klaus directly in the eyes, holding his gaze unwavering and unforgivingly. “You stay the hell away from me.”

Klaus was visibly hurt by your demand. Everyone in the room was noticeably tense and though you knew they expected backlash, you could tell from the way Klaus flinched that he wasn’t going to disagree.

He nodded before abruptly turning back to the window.

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[forever-more-never-again]

In My Dreams (Scene Eleven/Fifteen)

Word Count: 1923

Pairing: Slow burn Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: What happens when you wake up in the Supernatural Universe? And also happen to have a crush on one Dean Winchester! Will you make it back to your normal college life? Slow burn romance. Angsty Fluff.

Scene One / Scene Two / Scene Three / Scene Four / Scene Five / Scene Six / Scene Seven / Scene Eight  / Scene Nine / Scene Ten

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Eventually two O’clock rolled around. Dean still nowhere in sight. I spent the whole afternoon pacing in the hotel room, Sam watching from the corner of his eyes as he tapped away on his laptop.

“Ready to go?” He stood up and pulled on his suit jacket.

I sighed, realizing that I wasn’t going to be able to apologize to Dean before the meeting, “Yeah, let me find something nice to wear.” I walked over to the duffel bag and shifted through the men’s clothes.

I pulled out a white dress shirt and holding it up, I caught a whiff of the heady, whiskey, woody smell that was oh so familiar. Dean.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply before ducking into the bathroom and slipping it on along with a pair of Dean’s jeans.

Walking out with Sam, I watched as he locked up the room and slid into the driver’s seat of Baby.

“Do you think he is okay? He’s been gone all day.” I couldn’t help but voice my worries. If I Knew the show Dean as well as I thought I did, he would be at a bar right now, getting shitfaced and flirting with anything with breasts.

Sam seemed to know which way my thoughts were drifting as he gripped my shoulder, his hand big enough to crush my head. A weak smile on his face, “He’ll be okay. He just needs to think things through. And he won’t blame you.”

I frowned, “But he should. I said some hurtful things,” I held up a finger to Sam as he opened his mouth to argue, keeping my eyes on the windshield, watching the town fly by, “and I know you said I should choose happiness for now, but I can’t turn off my brain. And it’s headache inducing trying to keep the two lives separate. Sometimes I wonder if I should just give in to this reality me and forget about the other one.”

The rumble of Baby cut off as Sam pulled into the parking lot of City hall, where various rusty trucks and mini Suvs were parked as well.

Before I could reach for the door handle, Sam spoke up, his voice soft and low, the tone of voice that I knew as him being sincere and hoping for a heart to heart.

“[Y/n]....I don’t think it’s a choice of choosing which one you want to be. I think it’s the choice of choosing to live in the moment. Who says the two realities of yourself are so different in their wants and desires? SUre, their pasts are different, but their future...your future, is right in front of you, right now, and you’re letting it slip away from you. Think on that.”

I sat, stunned, frozen, as Sam slowly unfolded himself from Baby’s driver’s seat. Shaking my head, I got out of the car and walked up to where Sam stood waiting before the doors.

Entering Ocean Shores City Hall, we found it to be quiet. The soft smell of seawater and mold tickled my nose. As we followed the signs to the meeting room, the low murmur of conversation grew louder.

Standing before a wide set of double doors near the back of the building, me and Sam stood for a minute to listen.

“The police are helpless, and they think we’re crazy!”

“Well, Donna, who wouldn’t. You went in their raving about mermaids and shouting that they were stupid! You ruined our chance at stopping more deaths.”

“Yeah right Carl, like you had a better plan.”

“Why don’t we ask Serena? After all, it’s her clan that is doing the killing.”

At that, Sam shot me a determined look.

Nodding back at him, we opened the doors and walked inside.

The room was white and empty, aside from a circle of metal chairs were five people sat, all staring at us in varying degrees of surprise and suspicion.

A big burly man with a wide, bright red handlebar mustache stood up and rested his hands on his wide hips, glaring at the pair of us, “And who might you two be? You ain’t from around here.” His tone was layered with distrust and his face was weathered and bore the look of extreme distrust.

A homely older woman with gray curly hair stood up and swatted the man on the back, “Oh you shush Carl!” Turning to us, she widened her smile and her hazy blue eyes sparkled, “We always welcome newcomers to the Mermaid Club! I’m Donna! The founder!”

Despite his girth, Carl seemed properly chastised by the grandmotherly elder, his countenance fading to chagrin. He took of his baseball cap and rubbed his balding head, “Sorry about that. Always been suspicious of strangers.”

I could feel that my mouth was open, watching the proceedings with something akin to disbelief and awe.

Luckily, Sam had experience, so he stepped up during my minor shock.

Sticking out a hand to Carl, and then to Donna, he gave an easy going grin, “Hello, I’m Charles Zeppelin and this is my Sister, Sarah Zeppelin. We’re moving in to town and saw your meeting flyer. Sarah here,” At this he placed a hand on my lower back and pushed me forward, jump starting my self-preservation as I smiled at Donna and shyly took her warm hand, “Swears she saw a mermaid last night by Pacific Beach and wanted to come to the meeting.” Sam let a slightly derisive laugh slip in, “Of course, I had to indulge her. Even though There’s no such thing.”

Carl glared at Sam while Donna gasped and whirled onto me, eyes wide with awe and wonder, “You saw a mermaid?”

I nodded, still play acting the shy younger sister.

Donna tugged my hand, pulling me into the circle where the other members still sat, watching the previous introductions.

She spun around, pointing out everyone, “The goth teenager,”

The fishnet, black eyeliner, bedhead teen glared through her bangs and hissed, “It’s Emo.”

“Is Emma. The Hippie looking blonde young man is Zack, and this here,” Donna dragged me to stand in front of a metal chair where a young woman, with shocking silver hair and porcelain skin sat, milky white eyes seeming to look through me, “Is Serena, our resident Mermaid.”

At this, Serena spoke, and my eyes widened as her voice flowed towards me. It was like windchimes, melodious, and soft and seemed to wrap around and trap me in it, “Could you describe what you saw?”

I shot a look over my shoulder to where Sam was stopped from entering the circle by a defensive Carl. He nodded at me, saying that it was okay, before he redirected his stare to Serena. I could see his hesitancy to believe Donna’s claim that the woman before me was a mermaid, she looked nothing like the thing we had seen last night.

I kept my voice meek as I described what I had seen, “There were big ripples in the water and then this blue person popped their head from the water. Their eyes were black as night and they had no hair. Their mouth was full of razor sharp teeth and they…” I stuttered for a moment, “They spoke to me.” I finished in a whisper, dropping my gaze to the dirty tan tiled floor.

A gasp from everyone, even Carl had turned around, taking his attention off Sam, while I told my encounter.

Serena stayed perfectly still and then she slowly raised a single hand. “What did they say?”

The words rolled off my tongue without my permission, “It’s not over.”

A musical sigh, Milky White eyes closing slowly as she breathed out. I took a moment and saw that her teeth seemed a little sharper than normal, but not as sharp as the creatures from last night.

“You have had an encounter with my Kin.”

A silence flooded the room. Stifling as if everyone held their breath waiting for Serena’s next words.

“You have no chance. If they have their sights on you, if they have shown themselves to you, you will die by their hands within the fortnight. Dragged to a watery grave where they will consume your flesh and laugh at your strangled cries for help.”

“Bullshit!” Sam’s angry, very loud exclamation startled me so badly, I yelped and fell to the ground, Donna’s hand slipping from mine as gravity took ahold.

Sam stormed up to where Serena sat, her white eyes open once again, settling in the direction of where Sam was.

He jabbed a finger at her, “How do you know? Why don’t you look like them and how are you walking around?”

Carl grunted as he moved to where Sam stood and barked at him, “Now! You listen here young man, you can’t just accuse-”

Serena interrupted him, “He is right to be cautious. After all, you are a hunter, are you not? Sam Winchester..”

I held my breath as I watched the blood drain from Sam’s face, a split second before he had the demon knife in hand and pressed up against Serena’s throat.

The group members screamed. The hippie Zack, running from the room. Donna leaping back and hanging off of Carl’s girthy frame, while Emma stared at the scene and smirked while whispering, “Finally something fun.”

A snarl ripped out of Sam, the sound so terrifying I forgot for a moment that it wasn’t targeted at me.

“How do you know who I am?”

Serena didn’t even flinch, her eyes staring through Sam, her creamy flesh pulsing against the knife as she breathed evenly, “I made a deal with a demon when I was still a younglin. I didn’t want to terrorize people. I wanted to walk amongst them and feel the love that my clan often spoke so callously about. They gave me legs and hair and skin to blend in, but they took away my sight. So that I could never see the beauty of Mankind. I heard about your kind from my Clan, and then when I was on land, I heard whispers as I wandered. Sam and Dean Winchester, the boy who lived and the demon boy king.”

She slowly rotated her head back to me, the blade that Sam held against her neck wavered as he took in her words.

“And [Y/n] [Y/l/n]...a ghost.”

I gathered my strength, and ignoring the excited whispers from the strange little emo teen and the frantic whispers from Donna dn Carl, I stepped forward and asked, “How do we kill them?”

Serena smiled, but it was not a pleasant smile, “Why?”

I cocked my head to the side in confusion, “What do you mean, ‘Why?’. They’re killing people! More people will die if we don’t stop them!”

Serena took in my passionate words, but then she spoke and shocked me again, I was starting to get irritated at her seemingly pleasant personality and her condescending attitude, “That is his reason,” She tilted her head to where Sam still stood bearing down on her with a frown, “But why do you care so much? What are you running from that has you so desperate to get away from this place?”

“I-I...wh-what? I-I..” My eyes flickered over to Sam, who wore a similar shocked expression.

I took a step backwards...and then another. And then I turned and ran.

“[Y/n]!” I heard Sam shout out in concern as the doors slammed shut behind me.

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Safe here Larry x fem reader Part 1

I know this is a sensitive topic but it's close to my heart and I’ve been trying to write something involving the topic for a while now using these characters it just fell together. TW:Sexual abuse by a family member. Yes I know this can happen to men too I just wrote this one specifically towards a female for reasons. I really like how this turned out. I’m debating turning it into a series/ book and posting it somewhere but I’m not sure. Anyways enjoy

      I stared at the ceiling above me my body still shaking. How could someone I love do something so awful to me? I rolled over to see my alarm clock read 6:30 AM. I had been laying here for hours already. Right now the only thing I wanted to do was to go see my boyfriend Larry, but there's no way he's up.

      I decided to distract myself by getting in the shower but the moment  the water started to hit my bare skin my breath sped up and I could feel a panic attack coming. This had happened too many times. I curled up in a ball in my shower sobbing into my knees. I felt so unclean like I wanted to burn every inch of my skin. Luckily my family was gone for the day and wouldn't be able to hear my loud sobs. I just sat there feeling the water cool as I broke down. By the time I was able to settle down the water was ice cold but I didn't care I just needed to get out of here.

       I jumped from the shower pulling on my shorts and a shirt. I barely even bothered to dry off so my skin and hair were both soaking wet. I didn't even think twice I ran out of the house into the cold air. Luckily the apartments weren't too far away.

         When I got to the basement Lisa was sitting on the couch sipping coffee while reading the newspaper. "Oh hi sweetie I didn't know you were coming over so early." She smiled turning to look at me fully. Her smile faded seeing my appearance. I probably looked like I was straight out of a cheesy drama movie scene. She looked me over worriedly placing her cup and the paper on the table. "(Y/n) dear your soaking wet and shivering. And have you been crying? What's wrong?" She asked coming over to hug me.

      I wrapped my arms around her feeling the tears start to form again. I wanted to tell Lisa since she's like a mom to me but I had to talk to Larry first. "I-I just need to talk to Larry." I sniffled. "Ok sweetie I'm sure the boys are still sleeping but you can go in and wake them." She informed me.

      Sal must've slept over last night meaning he'd be here to help me calm Larry down after. "Thank you Lisa." I weakly smiled. She released me from the hug giving my hands a squeeze. “I’m here if you need it you know.” I nodded thanking her before quietly entering the room. Sal was already up and was dressed in just a pair of pajama pants with his hair down and without his prosthetic. Luckily Sal trusted me enough to not particularly care that I saw him without it. "Hey (y/n) I didn't know you were coming over today." He said with a small yawn.

       "I wasn’t supposed to I just- I'm sorry to intrude on your guys time but I really needed to talk to Larry about something." I explained. "What's wrong?" He questioned concerned by my appearance. "I just really need to tell him something. And I'm scared if I don't it'll keep happening." I said my eyes welling up, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand to conceal a sob. Clearly seeing the pain I was in he immediately jumped to my side pulling me into a hug.

       "Dude why are you being so fucking loud this early?" Grumbled Larry who was waking up. His blankets were wrapped around him messily partially falling off the bed. He had slept in a pair of boxers and his long hair was all over the place."Sorry baby I didn't mean to wake you." I sniffled. Hearing my voice he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Larry, (y/n)'s here and she really needs to talk to you." Sal spoke softly leaving his hand on my shoulder. Larry seeing my presence was real jumped up stumbling over his sheets. "Hey babe what're you doing here?" He asked.

       Sal kindly excused himself to go get breakfast grabbing his mask on the way out. “What did you want to tell me angel?” He asked placing his hands on my arms. "Baby you're freezing here put this on." He said grabbing his red hoodie and handing it to me. I pulled it on gratefully before latching myself onto him. "What's wrong?" He whispered kissing the top of my head softly.

       He carefully sat down on his bed pulling me into his lap. While I explained he ran a comforting hand through my hair using the other to hold me close. I just let everything out spilling every gruesome detail. By the time I was done Larry's hand had stopped moving through my hair and was clenched into a fist by his side.. I'm stunned staring at how angry he is. Sure I’ve seen him mad at Travis before but I’ve never seen him like this. His face is deep red, eyebrows furrowed, steam practically spilling from his ears, jaw clenched tightly, he had his fists clenched so hard I thought he'd break his skin. He was absolutely enraged and I not think a bull could have taken him down at that moment.

"I'm gonna kill em." He growls sitting me next to him on the bed before jumping up and storming towards the door. "Larry wait!" I called as he threw the door open and began stomping through the basement. I followed after him Lisa immediately turning towards us confused. "Larry don't do anything stupid please!" I begged holding his arm trying to hold him back. The tears were cascading down my cheeks as I urged my boyfriend to stop. Lisa ran over grabbing his other arm in attempt to hold him back. “Larry calm down I’m sure there’s a calm way to handle whatever’s going on.” Lisa tried to soothe her son while still not knowing the situation. "And let that scum bag get away with touching my girl like that? No! No fucking way!" He growled pulling out of our grasp.     

       Before he could get out the door Sal came in. "Sal stop him please!" I pleaded. Sal turned towards Larry. "Come on Sal we're gonna go kick her (your type of relative)'s fucking ass."  He growled. Sal looked at me probably putting two and two together. I can't even imagine the face he was making under his mask. "Larry settle down going over there and killing them isn't gonna solve anything it'll just get you into trouble." Sal said standing in front of his tall angry friend. "Plus you're still in your boxers." He pointed out. Larry looked down a small blush covering his angry face. "Lar bear why don't you go get changed and calm down while (y/n) and I talk." Lisa spoke softly placing a hand on her son's shoulder. He turned towards me kissing my head before going back to his room slamming the door.

      "(Y/n) sweetheart lets go and sit on the couch, we can talk about this."  She spoke softly while brushing my hair back. I just nodded following her and Sal to the couch. Sal and I took a seat while Lisa began making us some drinks. Sal sat right next to me with a comforting hand rubbing my back.  While my tears had stopped now I was still a bit shaky and his comforting touch helped a small bit.

       "Sal after he's had a few minutes to calm down will you please talk to him?" I asked looking up to meet his icy blue eyes. He nodded understandingly so I wrapped my arms around him. "He's not mad at you ya know. Just mad at himself. He um. He told me about the time you guys were fooling around and you freaked out and left. There was like an hour where he convinced himself you were cheating that that's what made you freak out. Not that he doesn't trust you but you know how he thinks he's cursed. He's probably pissed at himself for not seeing what was really going on. More pissed at himself for not seeing how much you were hurting." Sal explained.

I nodded understanding before pulling away. "And for the record if you want Larry Ash, Maple, Chug, and I will go after this person. Show em what for." He winked making punching motions. "I mean I'd gladly get my ass kicked for you." He laughed. I laughed at the blue haired boy sitting in front of me. It honestly made me so happy to see how many wonderful people Larry had brought into my life. Lisa came back in setting two coffee cups down on the coffee table while Sal went to check on Larry.

~Larry's pov~

      I aggressively pulled on some jeans and began searching for a clean shirt. I was more angry than I had been in my entire life. How could someone do that to (y/n)? How could anyone want to hurt someone so sweet and loving. I couldn’t wipe the image from my mind and it made my blood boil. Letting out an angry growl I threw one of my shirts across the room. A soft knocking at the door caused me to turn around to see Sal standing there awkwardly fiddling with his hands.

       "Hey Larry Face. Feeling any better?" He asked coming in and sitting on a beanbag chair. I flopped myself down onto the other across from him. "No. She's been going through this shit and I fucking accuse her of cheating? I'm such an asshole!" I scolded myself. "Larry you didn't actually accuse her you just thought it once. And we just talked about that she didn't seem bothered." He explained. But I still felt like shit. How could this all be going on and I had no idea?

        "I think right now she's was slightly worried about you being angry she didn't tell you sooner." Sal continued in a soft voice. "Shit, I know I've got to learn to handle my anger better. But I hate that they did that to her. I want them to pay ya know? That asshole deserved to fucking pay for what he put her through. And how could her family just let this happen?" I ranted finally pulling on my Sanity's Fall shirt. "I don't want her going back man. I can't let that happen. I won't." I told him as I struggled to hold back tears. The pain of realizing what she had been feeling and holding back was really starting to get to me. I hated that she had to go through that alone. "That's something to talk about with her." He responded pointing to the doorway where (y/n) stood.

       "Hey babe! How are you feeling?" I asked jumping up and walking over to her. She wrapped her arms around me resting her head against my chest. "I'm sorry to just intrude on your day with Sal and probably ruin your Saturday." She mumbled into my shirt. I pulled her a few feet away from me to meet her eyes. "You have no reason to apologize none of this is your fault. You definitely haven't ruined anything." I told her sternly. "Yeah (Y/n) your safety is much more important than us playing music or video games all day." Sal added. She gave us a weak smile that just shattered my heart.

I sat down on the beanbag chair again pulling her into my lap. I burried my face in her shoulder. I was almost definitely holding her tighter than I should have been but I wanted to hold her in my arms and protect her from anymore pain. Without even realizing it I had started crying. The thought of what had happened burned in my mind forcing me to let it all spill out. The tears just kept falling I couldn't control it. "Larry I'll be ok I promise." She whispered her hands finding their way into my hair. I pulled her even closer. She shouldn’t be the one comforting me right now I knew hag but here she was trying to anyways. "You can't go back there. Please don't go back there. Please." I begged her not moving my head from her shoulder.

"I can stay here tonight but I'll eventually have to go back there babe." She responded. "You can stay here for as long as you want love. But if you insist on going back can I go with you? At least the first night you're there?" I asked. There was no way in hell they were getting away with this. Definitely not a chance in hell she would keep living there. She pulled away just enough to give me a kiss.

"Your mom wants me to go to the cops. Will you and Sal come too?" She asked. I nodded as did Sal. "We're here for you (y/n)." He pointed out. "Thanks guys. I don't know what I'd do without you." She smiled wiping her eyes. "You'll never have to find out." Sal said making me nod in agreement. "You should stay here for at least a month." I told her only half joking. She smiled slightly shaking her head. "I didn't bring any of my clothes Lar." She pointed out. "You know I fucking love it when you wear my clothes so that's not a problem. And we'll go over to your place together to pick up your stuff." I suggested really hoping she'd just give in and stay here. Hell she could always move in. Maybe I'll run that by mom later.

*Time skip to later that day*

        My mom, Sal, (y/n), and I exited the police station after what can only be described as a few stressful hours of them taking (Y/n)'s statement. Sal and (Y/n) we're walking upfront talking about something. My mom and I walked a bit behind.

"I'm proud of you Larry."

"Why what did I do?"

"You've just grown up a lot. You've got a girlfriend you clearly love a lot. And being with her through something like this? That shows how responsible you've become."

"Mom you're not gonna get all emotional on me are you?"

"Joke all you want Lar Bear but I'm proud of the young man you're becoming" (that just gave me ptsd to even type)

"About (Y/n), I was uh wondering if she could stay us? For a while at least?"

"Of course she's staying with us! There's no way she's going back to that place."

"Thanks mom. You're fucking awesome you know."

"Watch your mouth Lar. And yes I know. But you have to promise me that there will be no funny business if I let her move in with you otherwise you’ll be sleeping In the treehouse every night."

I couldn't help but smile at my moms laughter towards her own joke. It had become such a warm and comforting sound. "Of course mom. Thank you so much." I promised pulling her into a hug. We caught up to Sal and (Y/n) who were discussing something in class.

So there’s part one possibly. Let me know if you think I should turn it into a series on something like Archive or Wattpad.

~Lex💛

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Dirty Little Secret- Chapter 2

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Other Characters: Jared, Danneel, JJ, Gen, Richard Speight, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, Norman Reedus, Gino Graul, and more I’m sure along the way.  

Summary: You are a new character on the show Supernatural, a new hunter named Riley. You are just starting your second season as a regular. Even though you have known Jensen for years and have been close friends, your relationship grows into something more during filming.  You both know that you shouldn’t act on your feelings but you just can’t help it.  What will happen if you do? (I suck at summaries, that is why I rarely write them.)

Warnings: Married! Jensen, smut, oral both male and female receiving, cheating, anal, some Dom Jensen, angst, fluff, rough sex, some asshole Jensen moments, Daddy kink, NSFW.  These warnings will apply for most chapters. I will try to add more warnings as needed.  

A/N: This is my first time writing RPF.  I hate that I even have to say this part: This is purely fiction! No disrespect to Danneel Ackles, Jensen, or his family. I also wrote this story without the twins having been born.  It was just easier on my part not to have to write about babies. Gifs are not mine, they were all found on Google.  This story has not been betaed, all mistakes are my own.  Chuck help me, this story took on a mind of it’s own and it is going to be a long one.  I do not have a schedule when it will be updated because well, words are hard.  I do however have about 20,000 words written so far.  

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Chapter 1

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@wildefire

A soft whimper at Jensen’s side drew him out of a restful sleep.  His eyes slowly blinked opened to adjust the soft rays of first light seeping through the blinds of the trailer.  Sleep was threatening to overtake Jensen once more but the wiggle of soft flesh against his had him awake again.  His green eyes peered down at the small frame tucked into his side and a smile formed on his lips as he watched you sleep peacefully.  

The smile faded quickly as guilt started to creep into Jensen’s gut.  He closed my eyes and sighed. What the hell was he doing?  What the hell had he already done? This was truly fifty shades of fucked up but he couldn’t take it back now. It was done. If he was being completely honest with himself, he didn’t really want to take it back.  Last night had been hands down the best sex he had ever had and it was with someone he truly cared about. He never knew it could be that damn good.  Jensen had honestly never felt this kind of attraction to someone before.  Hell, if he were really Dean he would swear that a fucking witch had put a spell on him.  That thought made him chuckle softly to himself.

Jesus, what was he going to do now?  They still had two days left to shoot and then a three-day weekend coming up where they could head home.  Shit, home, that should be fun, he thought to himself. He shut his eyes tight as the guilt hit hard.  How the hell was he going to be able to look his wife in the eyes after this?

A gentle squirm next to Jensen brought his attention back to the sleeping beauty.  Even with the guilt weighing on him, he couldn’t help but smile down at you as your pretty little eyes began to flutter open and you stifled a yawn.

“Good morning.” You grinned up at him and he melted at the sound of your sleepy voice.  

“Mornin’ darlin’.” His voice sounded gruffer than normal this morning.  

“You going to the gym with Jared this morning?” You asked as you raised your head to glance over at the clock on your nightstand.  

“Don’t think so.  Think I’ll just text and tell him I can’t make it today.  He can go without me.” Jensen let his hand gently play along the soft skin of your arm as you snuggled against his chest, grinning as he felt your skin prickle at his touch.

  “What’s the matter, did I wear you out too much last night, you too tired to go workout this morning?” You giggled as your fingers drew random patterns over his chest. Your soft touch and the press of your warm naked body against his own stirring his desire for you once more.

Jensen huffed a laugh before catching you off guard and rolling you both over so you were pinned underneath him. “Maybe I would rather just get my workout with you this morning.  What’d ya say baby girl?”  He nipped softly at your full lips before claiming your mouth with his own.  

You winced softly as you sat down on the couch to lace up your hiking boots as you prepared for today‘s first scene.  Last night and this morning with Jensen had been amazing but you were certain now that you were, in fact, going to be walking funny and feeling it for days.  

“Well the man didn’t lie.” You giggled to yourself.  You checked your reflection in the floor length mirror once more, taking in your Riley gear.  If there was one complaint you had about this show it was wardrobe.  Why did all the hunters have to wear flannel?  You laughed softly at yourself as you smoothed out the black tank top that hugged your body under the red and black flannel shirt.  You looked like a mini version of Sam and Dean, only with longer hair than Sam’s and more curves than them both.  

You made your way to the trailer door and stepped out into the bright morning light.  You winced softly under your breath as each step you took reminded you of the discomfort between your legs.  Jesus, that man was trying to kill you last night.  At least this morning he had been gentler, knowing you were tender in your most intimate area.  

Clif’s black SUV was waiting by the trailers and you were the first to climb inside.  

“Morning beautiful.” Clif smiled as you slid into the backseat.

“Good morning.” You smiled brightly back at the man.  You and Clif did not have to wait long before Jared joined the two of you, climbing into the front seat beside Clif.  A moment later you heard a trailer door slam and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face as you watched Jensen walk the short distance towards the car.  You would never get tired of watching his cowboy swagger with those damn bow legs encased in tight blue jeans.  

Jensen slid in the back at your side. “Good morning.” his deep voice filled the car as he settled in his seat.  He was met with greetings from Jared and Clif as you mumbled softly under your breath, “yes it is.”

Jensen caught the grin on your face and shot you a quick wink before turning his attention back to Jared who had begun rambling on about something that you weren’t quite following.  You hoped he wasn’t talking about anything important because all you could focus on was the man beside you.  Jensen caught your stare and causally slid his hand across the seat to gently rub your thigh as Clif started the car and drove the three of you to set.  You couldn’t help but marvel at the fact that just the brush of his hand against your jean-clad thigh felt electric.  How in the world could this man bring out these feelings in you from just a touch? Jensen’s fingers teased higher on your leg and slid to gently caress your inner thigh causing you to squirm against the seat.  Your eyes met his and a smirk curled his lips before his tongue darted out to tease against his bottom lip before tugging it between his ivory teeth.  The wetness instantly pooled between your thighs and you whimpered softly.  Luckily, the men were in conversation and no one but Jensen heard you.  He gave a quick squeeze to the soft flesh of your thigh before turning back to look at Jared.  

The ride to the set was over quicker than you would have liked and that meant it was time to get to work.  You spent the day filming and surprisingly everything went smoothly and professionally as compared to the day before.  Well almost professionally, Jared was in an extremely good mood today and on top of his game in the prank department, which made for a great day of laughs but also made for a long day because it took twice as long to shoot any one scene.  

You had just finished a scene with Misha and were ready to get off your feet for a little while so you headed over to your chair.  You grunted softly as you sat down gingerly, the tenderness between your thighs better but still present.  

“You okay shortcake?” Jared ask, a frown on his face, as he looked over at your grimaced expression.  

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”  You smiled as you tried to settle back in the chair and act as normal as possible.  

“Really? You look like you are in pain.” Jared looked concerned.

“No, really Jare, I’m good. Promise.” You smiled and reached for your bottle of water; taking a drink in hopes it would cover up the flush you knew had tinted your cheeks.  A soft chortle of laughter from behind you caught your attention and you saw Jensen standing behind your chair listening to your conversation.  

“Problem sweetheart?” Jensen chuckled as you looked over your shoulder at him.  He made his way around your chair and took his seat at your side.  

“No problem. Like I just told Jared, I’m fine.”  You eyed him as he grinned brightly at you. Your eyes were begging him for help in dropping this subject but of course he wasn’t going to make this easy.  

“You sure, cuz I did notice you were kinda walking funny earlier.”  The man deadpanned like it was nothing.  

Your eyes were wide in shock as you stared at him in disbelief.  You raised your eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck’ to him.  “Um…” You completely froze for a minute as your mind raced to find a response, finally you cleared your throat and sighed. “Ok, fine if you must know, I think I got carried away with my yoga this morning and I, uh, I think I pulled something.”  

“Oh, ouch.” Jared chuckled, obviously buying your story.  Jensen just nodded his head as he smiled at you.  

“You are such an ass.” You hissed as Jared excused himself and left you alone with Jensen. “I can’t believe you put me on the spot like that, jerk.” You slapped his arm.  

Jensen laughed, his eyes squinting. “I couldn’t help it.  I wanted to see how well you could think on your feet.”  

You acted offended despite the grin tugging at your lips.  “Hey, I am awesome on my feet.”

Jensen chuckled softly. “I don’t know about that but you are definitely fucking amazing off your feet darlin‘, that I am sure of.” He teased you playfully, a wicked gleam in his eyes.  

“Oh, well if you thought that was impressive maybe I should show you how amazing I am on my knees.” You returned his naughty glare, letting your tongue drag seductively over your full lips as your eyes traveled over him from head to toe.

“Amazing huh?” Jensen shifted in his chair as his mouth suddenly felt dry, images of you on your knees with your full soft lips wrapped around his cock dancing in his head making him harden at the thought. “Yeah, I definitely think you need to show me that baby girl.”

“Hmm, maybe.” You giggled softly.  

That was how the rest of your day went, flirting and teasing mixed with stolen glances and lingering touches between filming.  By the time you had wrapped for the day and you both climbed into the back of the SUV you wanted nothing more than to close the distance and pounce on the man that sat at your side.  The teasing had certainly gotten to you and by the way Jensen was looking at you with that animalistic glare you knew you had gotten to him as well.  

“My trailer, 15 minutes.” Jensen almost growled the words as the two of you walked side by side towards your individual trailers. You nodded your response, your heart already starting to race at the prospect of what would happen in fifteen minutes.

You had never rushed to take a shower so quickly before. As soon as the door to your trailer closed you began to fling off your clothing, slowly them haphazardly to the floor before rushing to the small bathroom.  You put your long silken locks up in a loose bun before turning on the water and stepping inside.  After moments of cleansing and shaving you hopped out of the shower, wrapped yourself in a towel, and headed to your bedroom to dress.  You stood there staring at your clothing wondering if you should go for sexy or easy access.  You finally decided that after all the teasing you both endured today that easy access was the best choice.  The faster you could get to the fun the better.  You threw a t-shirt over your head and slid your smooth creamy legs into a pair of cut off shorts, completely bypassing any undergarments at all.  You ran a brush through your hair quickly before reapplying some of your make-up and you were out the door.  

Your bare feet padded quickly the mere ten feet to Jensen’s trailer next to yours.  You knocked gently on the door and immediately the door opened.  Your breath caught in your throat at the sight in front of you. Jensen stood in his doorway with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.  His hair damp and standing on end from where he had tousled it with a towel just moments ago. Jensen opened the door wide and stepped out of the way to let you inside. You slide past him slowly dragging your fingers down his bare damp chest as you made your way past him into the living area.  

The sound of the door closing and the lock clicking in place made you turn back to look at him.  His infamous smirk curled his plush lips as he stalked towards you.  Jensen reached out for you, one hand fisting in the back of your hair as his other hand cupped your cheek. His lips were on yours and you moaned softly into the warmth of his mouth.  Your hands grasped his waist as you kissed each other frantically. Your nails raked along his naked flesh making him shiver against you before your fingers reached for the towel and quickly pulled it from around his waist.  A soft growl vibrated against your lips as he pressed his bare flesh to your soft body.  His hardness evident as the rock hard length pressed against your abdomen.  Jensen slid his hand from your cheek down the curve of your neck. His long fingers curled around the column of your throat, giving a quick squeeze that made you whimper into his mouth before his hand slid lower.  Soon both of his hands were at the hem of your t-shirt, tugging it over your head and tossing it to the floor.  The cool air washed over your heated flesh making goose bumps rise along your skin and your nipples harden even further.  

Jensen’s hands began to wander over your skin that was bared to him and in turn your own hands explored his body all the while you devoured each other with your mouths.  You tugged his full bottom lip between your teeth making him hiss softly as he hands teased against your breasts. His rough fingers lightly caressed each taut peak before taking the pert buds between his fingers, tugging, and twisting making your back arch to his hands and a cry to fall from your lips.  Jensen grinned, your response making him repeat the action just to hear the pretty sounds you made for him.  Slowly he released your rosy nipples to let his hands travel the length of your torso to the button and zipper of your cut offs.  He worked them open with ease and slid one hand inside as his greedy mouth attacked the flesh of your neck.  Your head fell back as he placed wet sloppy kisses against your flesh, his teeth raking back and forth over the skin that he ached to mark but knew he couldn’t.  His hand sank deeper into your shorts his fingers making contact with your smooth heated core.

“Mmm, no panties baby?” he moaned softly against the curve of your neck.  

“No. Needed you too bad.” Came your breathy response.

“Such a dirty little girl.” Jensen murmured against your flesh before biting the sweet spot below your ear as he shoved your shorts down to the floor.  You whimpered softly as the sparks of desire coursed through your body to settle directly into your cunt while his fingers stroked softly over your folds in the lightest of touches.  Your hand sought out his hard length, your soft fingers curling around the length and gently stroking from base to tip before letting your thumb brush against his cockhead.  Jensen groaned at your touch, his hips gently rocking, thrusting his cock into your soft warm palm.  “C’mon baby girl.  I think it’s about time you showed me just how amazing that mouth is.”

A whimper of protest left your lips as Jensen pulled his hand away from your needy pussy. Both of his hands gently gripped your shoulders and urged you down to your knees at his feet.  You complied easily and sank down to the floor.  The hungry gaze in Jensen’s eyes made you shudder as you stared up at him from this submissive position.  His large hand wrapped around the base of his cock guiding it towards your pouty lips.  

“Open for me darlin’, let’s see how good you can suck my cock.”  Jensen grinned as he gently stroked your cheek.

Your tongue darted out to wet your full lips before parting them eagerly for the hard angry head of his length.  He slid the thick tip against your velvet tongue, his head falling back and a feral moan filling his throat as your lips wrapped around the thick head.  You swirled your tongue around his hard length as your pink lips slid further down his rigid shaft moaning softly at your first taste of him.  Your lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth as your tongue traced the thick vein on the underside of his cock.  Slowly your cheeks hollowed as your head begin to bob bringing sinful moans falling from Jensen‘s lips.  You sucked at his cock with long slow languid movements, savoring every inch of him that you could fit into your mouth.  He tasted like heaven and were sure in that moment that you would never be able to get enough of him.  Your lust filled eyes peered up to watch the pleasure dance across his face as his cock slid back and forth between your stretched lips.  His eyes held yours as his hands fisted by his sides in his effort to hold back the need to take control.  You watched him carefully, you wanted him to loose control.  You ached for him to take what he needed from you.

You pulled back until the hard head of his cock remained between your full lips, your tongue flicking at his dripping slit and moaning at the taste of the pre-cum that fell to your tongue.  Your soft hands slid up his muscled thighs as you held your mouth still, just teasing his tip.  Jensen’s jaw clenched as you teased him, and you could see the muscles in his arms flinch as he tightened his fists.  Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you reached out to grab his hands, bringing them up and placing them in your hair.  Jensen leered down at you as he took the hint. He wound the length of your hair around his fists and he felt your jaw relax before he thrust his hips forward sending the length of his cock into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.  

“Shit.” Jensen grunted coarsely as he slowly pulled back only to thrust forward again in your cock hungry mouth.  He rocked his hips slowly watching his hardness slide between your wet lips, sinking towards your throat each time but careful not to make you gag.  

Your hands snaked around to the back of his muscled thighs, your nails biting lightly into his flesh as you urged him to thrust harder and deeper.  

“You gonna take it all baby? You want my cock down your throat?” Jensen panted softly from above you.  You answered with a delicious moan that vibrated around his shaft.  “Fuck yes. You are such a good girl for me, my dirty little girl.”  He praised as his hips began to thrust harder, sinking his cock deeper until he was fully buried in your clutching throat.  

“Jesus.” he hissed as he bared his teeth and your throat spasmed around his cock when you gagged on the thick head.  You spurred him on as your hands gripped his perfect ass, pulling him harder to your mouth.  He didn’t need any more incentive and let himself go thrusting into your mouth with renewed fervor.

Jensen’s body flushed and sweat broke out across his forehead as he fucked your hungry mouth.  Your soft gags mixed with his moans filled his trailer.  His full lips parted and a strangled moan caught in his throat as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth over and over again.  Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and drool mixed with his pre-cum pooled and dripped from your chin.  You sucked hard, your cheeks caved as you took all that he could give you. The way your tongue slid along his cock, the clutching and pulsing of your throat, the warmth of your mouth, it all felt so damn good. It felt too damn good each time you swallowed around his now throbbing shaft.  Suddenly he pulled his cock from your mouth a pop, a long string of saliva stretched from the angry red head of his cock to your lip lewdly.

“Fuck darlin’, amazing doesn’t even begin to describe that.” Jensen panted as he watched you catch your breath and lick your swollen lips.  

He barely gave you time to recover before reaching down for your body and pulling you off your knees. In one quick fluid motion he lifted you up and slung you over his shoulder.  You squealed in surprise and Jensen chuckled as he carried you towards his bed.  

Jensen threw you down hastily to his bed and you eagerly spread your thighs for him, uncaring how shameless you were for him.  

“Look at that pretty little pussy.” Jensen rasped as he began to climb over you, his muscles rippling with every movement that he made. “You are dripping wet baby girl.” He breathed the words against your collarbone as he fingers slid through your slick covered entrance.  His mouth branding your skin with heated kisses between his words. “You get this wet just from sucking my cock baby?”  His fingers played through your wetness, teasing at your entrance before sliding his fingertips to tease against your clit.

“Yes.” You moaned as your hips lifted from the bed to search out more pressure from his fingers.  

“Such a good girl.” Jensen moaned as his mouth moved up along your neck sucking softly at the skin you offered him.  “You going to let me fuck this tight little pussy or are you still too sore baby?”  He dipped and swirled his fingers against your aching entrance, his hand pulling away every time your hips rose until you were writhing in frustration and need.  

“Please Jay.  Please fuck me.” You whined as you continued to try to catch his fingers as they teased you relentlessly.  

Jensen raised his head, his lust filled eyes gazing down at your flushed face. “I don’t want to hurt you baby girl.  You tell me if you can’t take it tonight. Okay?”

“I want you so bad Jay, please.  I can take it.” You whimpered as your hands moved to grip the back of his neck pulling his mouth down to your own.  He groaned against your lips as you sucked and nipped at his bottom lip.

Your back arched and a strangled groan filled your throat as he shoved two thick fingers into your dripping cunt suddenly.  Your slick velvet walls immediately clutched at the digits as they curled inside of you.  

“Ah fuck Jay.” You cried out as your head rolled back against the pillows.  Jensen quickly built up a hard fast rhythm that had you seeing stars. The rough pads of his fingers curling and stroking your g-spot with every flick of his wrist.  The sound of his fingers driving into your cunt filling the room with pornographic squelching sounds with how wet you were.  Jensen’s muscles rippled in his arm as he drove his fingers harder and faster. Your hands clawed at the comforter on his bed as you bucked to his hand.  Your body began tensing and the sweet pressure built inside your core. “Fuck, fuck Jay, right there…I’m gonna..,” Your words turned to a cry of ecstasy as the orgasm ripped through you and your sweet sticky juices coated his fingers and drenched his palm all the way down to his wrist.

“Oh damn baby girl, look at you squirting all over my fingers.”  Jensen groaned as he slipped his fingers from your quivering pussy.  He stared down at your panting trembling form and grinned as he hand gently rubbed back and forth against your dripping center soothingly until you could catch your breath.  

“Fuck Jay, that was intense.” You moaned as you looked up into his eyes.

“That your first time?”  He asked with a smirk.

“Yeah.” You giggled softly.  

“Mmm good. But it won‘t be your last baby.”  He lowered his lips to yours, his tongue tracing gently over your full lips before crushing his mouth to yours.  

Jensen moved between your spread legs, the heaviness of his wide cock nestled against your slick core.  You whined into his mouth and your hips rolled urging him inside of you.  Jensen broke the kiss and nipped at your bottom lip as his hips matched your rhythm dragging his stiff shaft back and forth between your soaked lips. You whimpered again, aching to have him split you open and bury himself deep.  Your hands slid down to the juncture of your bodies to guide his hardness into you but he quickly caught your hands. His large fists encircled your wrists and he brought them up to pin your arms above your head.

“Beg for it baby girl. You sound so pretty when you beg.” He accentuated his words by grinding his hips harder to your squirming body.  

You tugged your full bottom lip between your teeth as your head rolled back to the feel of Jensen rutting against you. You had no qualms with begging for the gorgeous man above you. “Please Jay.  Please, I need you.”  You purred breathlessly.

“Tell me exactly what you want baby.” Jensen’s body trembled softly as he fought to hold back the urge to drive himself deep inside of you wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

“I need you to fuck me Jay, please.  I need your cock inside of me.”  A growl from his full lips made you shiver and encouraged you to continue. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please, fuck me so hard I can’t walk.”  

Jensen’s snarl was feral as his hips snapped forward sharply burying his length into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Your walls stretched obscenely wide around his thick girth and your head snapped back as your body jutted up under him.

“Oh God.” Your cry echoed in the small room.

“Yeah I am, baby.” Jensen smirked down at you as he began to pummel your heated dripping core.  He was ruining you for any other man and he knew it.  

The sweet sounds spilling from your lips only spurred him to release a barrage of rough plunges deep into your cunt. The hard head of his cock battering at your cervix causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure to course through you and make your slick walls flutter and pulse around him.  

“You are so fucking beautiful like this baby girl, wrecked on my cock. Taking it all.”  Jensen groaned as your walls tightened around his thrusting cock.  His grip on your wrists tightened as he continued to restrain you while his assault on your needy pussy seemed to only intensify.

“Oh shit Jay, fuck.” You screamed as your body shuddered and quaked under him. Your orgasm ripping through your body without warning. Your pussy squeezing his veined shaft so tight it would have hurt if it didn’t feel so good.  

Jensen growled, his jaw clenched as his eyes closed and he rolled his head back as he felt the sweet rush of your hot juices flood around his cock. “So good baby girl, so good.” He moaned deeply, his thrusts easing to a slow grind into your core before he pulled out completely.  Wordlessly he released your wrists, his large hands coming to your waist where he manhandled you quickly to your stomach on the bed.  You grunted softly as he moved your petite frame where he wanted you with ease.  His fingers digging into your hips as he brought you up on your knees with your ass in the air.  You shivered as you felt the long wet drag of his tongue along your spine before his teeth grazed against your shoulder blade.  Jensen’s breath was hot as it washed over your flushed skin.  His mouth moving down a line along your flesh as he licked, sucked, and bit his way back down to the curve your ass.  A yelp escaped your lips as you suddenly felt Jensen’s teeth bite down on the firm flesh of your ass.

“Ow.” You whined as he bit harder and sucked at the warm skin.  

Jensen released your flesh with a pop and chuckled softly. “Just marking what’s mine baby. I want to leave my marks all over you. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“Yours huh?” You grinned as you looked back over your shoulder at him teasing him playfully.

The look in his eyes was not playful as one had gripped your shoulder and his other large hand gripped at your hip.  “Mine.” Jensen snarled as he drove his cock back into your heated depths.

“Fuck. Jensen.” You almost screamed it as he set a relentless pace. His body slamming against yours with such force that you would have fallen forward if it were not for the bruising grip he held on your body.  Jensen’s hips slapped against the flesh of your ass, his heavy cum laden balls smacking at your clit with every ram of his cock into your dripping pussy.  

Jensen’s hand left your shoulder to wrap around your body. His large palm between your full breasts pulled you upright against his chest as he continued to plow into your depths.  His breath was hot against your cheek as his fingers moved over your glistening skin to wrap around your throat.  “You are mine baby girl.  Just mine.” He moaned softly against your ear before letting his teeth graze at the delicate skin of your lobe. His hand at your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to feel the power of his body.  “I wanna hear you say it.” He growled softly against your ear.  “Say it baby.”

Tingles coursed through your body as muscles deep inside of you began to quake. The tension built up like a ball of fire in your core until it exploded and you came undone as you cried out. “I’m yours!” Your head fell back against his shoulder as he held onto you and drove you through your orgasm.  Jensen grunted against your skin as his teeth gripped at your shoulder to muffle the sound of his own release. The tight clenching of your pussy around his cock, your sweet slick that dripped down to his balls, the feel of your racing pulse under his fingertips as he held your throat, and the sound of your voice singing out for him was all too much.  

Jensen’s hoarse voice cracked as he called out your name with one last drive of his cock deep into your body. He held himself in your seizing walls as his cock emptied.

“Jesus baby girl. You are going to be the death of me.” He chuckled as he fell to his side on the bed and pulled you close to his body.

You giggled softly as you snuggled in against his large frame. “Mmm, I hope not. I would miss this.”

Jensen’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he looked down at you and smiled. He slung one of his large arms around your waist as he pulled you even closer before his lips sought out yours in a tender kiss.

You lay silently wrapped up in each other’s arm for several long moments as you both recovered from the incredible high you had just experienced. Your hands played along his naked flesh, fingertips running along anything and everything that you could reach earning you soft sighs from his lips.   You watched his face, his eyes closed, full lips parted with a soft smile curling the corners and you felt your heart swell making you take a deep breath.  

Jensen opened his eyes as the sound of feel of your chest rising as you breathed in deeply.  “What is it baby girl?” he asked softly as his own hand played gently against the small of your back.  

“Jay, what are we doing here?” You asked. Your own voice just above a whisper.  

The smile slowly slid from his face as he looked at you.  “I um, I’m not really sure darlin’.” He sighed softly.  “I know, rather my brain keeps telling me, that I shouldn’t, we shouldn’t be doing this but,” he brought his hand up to gently cup your cheek, “every other part of me can’t stay away from you.” Jensen tenderly stroked the soft flesh of your cheek as he spoke.  

You watched as the emotions danced across his face and you knew how conflicted he must feel.  You had known this man for years. You knew Jensen was a good man with a good heart and to see him be at odds with himself made your heart ache for him. You knew he didn’t take this lightly.  You also knew that this was more than just a fling, you had known each other far too long for that, but you also knew better than to try to figure out exactly what this was yet. You were not going to pressure him or complicate things by talking about your feelings for him. You were feeling too selfish when it came to him to do anything to push him away now.  The last two days had been a dream come true for you.  You had longed for moments like this with him and you didn’t want to give them up anytime soon even if that meant being the other woman.  Your brain was screaming at you that this was a bad idea and nothing good was going to come from this but like Jensen, you didn’t think you could tear yourself away from him, especially not now, not after just getting a taste of what being with him was like.  

“I understand if you can’t do this anymore.” Jensen spoke again taking your silence as rejection. He started to roll away from you but you tightened your arm that was draped over his waist to prevent him from doing so.

“I don’t want to stop Jay.”  You bit at your bottom lip as you looked up at him.  “Even if that means I have to be your little secret.” You finally grinned easing the tension.  

Jensen stared down at you with a look akin to awe. “You are something else baby.” He let out a soft breathy laugh then. “I like that, my dirty little secret.”  

You giggled softly in response before tilting your head to offer up your lips to him, which he gladly took.  The kiss was sweet and tender and everything you loved about the man.  

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[elasianstar]

Becoming Human part 2

Authors Note: HEY GUYS! I know ive been gone a while, college has been hell, ive actually been working on my next several postings since August, bit by bit as inspiration hits. it may not be written the best, just give me a chance to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading -Jazz

“Hey Alex, yeah its Elasia. Yeah i need a little help if you're up to it? Yeah i finished a masking serum for the guys and we’re going out tonight. Even if it's just for Mikey i could use another chaperone. I can pay your way, i just need help making sure they don't get into any massive trouble. You can? Great, meet us at the lair in 10 minutes. Yeah you can bring your camera. Awesome see you then.”

“Boom!! Who’s ready to PAR-TAY!!”

To say Mikey looked interesting was an understatement, he was wearing orange striped basketball shorts, and a too big t-shirt that looked like a crazy bowling alley carpet. Finally his reddish blonde curls were pulled into a faux hawk and decorated with rainbow shutter shades.

“I personally don't think we’re ready for this, what happens if there's an attack on the city while we’re like this and we can't fight?”

“Well at least this could prove an adequate test of balance and focus under extreme motion.”

“And you look totally awesome Bro!”

Fitted dark blue jeans and a dusty grey and blue plaid shirt cuffed at the elbows gave leo a classy East meets West look when paired with his high ponytail and thin pencil bangs. All he needed was a nice belt buckle and some boots, but some sneakers borrowed from Raph’s collection would do.

Don had gone simple, his usual cargo pants tied with some cordage from the lab, fitted black tee, (where and why he had a shirt that small I don't know it didn't come from my stash of my brother’s clothes) and his usual seashell necklace.

“Now where’d Raph go?”

CRASH CLANG CHSSSSSSHHHH TUNK THUNK THOMP.

“Dude! You better not have messed up those heads! You know how long it takes to scrap a fully functioning drum kit??? And don't even get me started if you scratched my sick paint job!”

“Get off my back Mikey! I was tryin to do a back-flip off the landing and mis-judged the strength it would take to get over there. These tiny muscles won't work right.”

“You're human Raph, that means your muscles will only work at human capacity. You're still pretty damn strong but don't go trying to throw any shipping containers or jumping off high rises any time soon.”

“Yeah figured that one out already, now come get me out of this thing will ya?”

“Man not my Base!!! I almost had that tuned perfectly bro!!!”

Raph was stuck legs first into the bass drum from the front, apparently having slid into Mikey’s drum set. The New York skyline painted on the decorative head ruined, much to Mikey's horror.

“I spent a week painting that!!”

“Sorry Mike, I'll help you find a new one.”

“Knock Knock! Is anyone here?”

Mikey’s eyes went as wide as saucers as his precious drum set was forgotten and he took off toward his room for me to snag his collar.

“Oh no you aren't going anywhere.”

“Let go i can't let Alex see me like this!”

“Mikey they’re a shifter, i doubt they care what you look like.”

“Doubt i care what who looks like? This adorable redhead you’ve got hanging by his collar?”

“Alleycat!! Don't look...wait, adorable?”

Gosh the blush on their cheeks was so cute.

“Yeah. can I?”

That camera never left their neck and they  were quick to get a shot before Mikey had the chance to start hamming it up.

“Too late, gotcha. Want to see Mickey?

“Come on let's give the lovebirds a minute, letem get all the sickly sweet outta their systems.”

The sound of the whining Polaroid and giggles faded to Leo and Don’s nervous chattering as Leo tried to talk Don out of this.

“Seriously D, we can't be this reckless already, i mean an amusement park? That many adrenaline fueled people in a close packed environment is just asking for trouble. We don't even know if this potion is even stable, what happens if we revert mid ride and can't escape, or if it causes a technical issue and people get hurt?”

“Leo you forget the world of mythics is a lot larger than what you're used to, there are safeguards and protocols in place in case of a critical failure. If the masking serum fails there’s a 20 minute window before the mist gives way and humans actually notice the change. That’d be more than enough time to escape. And if by some miraculous circumstance we can't manage escape there are teams that can be dispatched to tamper with the social consciousness to erase our presence to no more than urban legend. We’ll be fine, live a little.”

“Plus we will be in an entirely different state thanks to the port stones so there’s even less possibility that anything could happen if we were seen. If my calculations are correct that leaves a 10% chance of serum failure and a 0.001% chance of catastrophic circumstance, given i fully understand all the variables at play.”

Raph grabbed his elder brother’s shoulder and looked him straight in the eye, the only parts of them that were physically unchanged. He still towered over the elder, but the gap between the two had closed significantly under human restriction.

“We’ve wanted this our whole lives Leo, Don't go letting Mominardo go and fuck it up. We’re human for a night, i don't really feel like wasting that opportunity.”

…

“Welcome Back to The Midwest Boys!! The home of the most unobservant humans in America, and the central hub of mystic life. Next stop Worlds of Fun!!”

Mikey and Raph were hooping and hollering from the bed of the truck as it sped down the highway toward the tops of the roller-coasters in the distance. Hell even Leo looked like he was enjoying the feeling of the wind in his new hair as he almost stuck his head out the back passenger window, bobbing along with Donnie's techno music over the speakers. When the old dodge settled to a stop in the parking lot it was like an explosion as the four burst from the truck, taking off for the front gate with the excitement of children. People were giving them odd looks, brushed off moments later as the antics of young men.

“Guys...GUYS!! LEO, RAPH, DONNIE, MIKE! GET YOUR SCALY ASSES BACK HERE!”

Leo was the first to freeze, Don and Raph tripping over him to land flat on their faces as Mikey vaulted deftly over the pile.

“Michael…”

Oh that did it, Alex's voice was ice and it stopped Mikey in his tracks, peeking over his shoulder with a meek grin as he gave us time to catch up.

“I know you're excited, but part of appearing human is acting correctly, while running and jumping is more accepted at an amusement park you have to be courteous to the other patrons. No running or flipping over people, and no climbing any of the trees or structures unless you want to get us kicked out…”

“Now tell mom you're sorry…”

I gave Alex a dirty look, but I couldn't hold it, the 6 of us bursting into a fit of laughter. Mikey threw his arm over Alex's shoulder, playing with her matching ruddy blonde hair, and Raph grabbed my hand to pull me toward the ticket booth.

“Go on lead the way ma.”

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!

Well great, what now.

The security guards were waving their wand metal detectors over Leo when they started going off near his belt. Reaching in to the waistband of his jeans out came a stack of three shuriken.

“You can't bring weapons into the park son…”

When they tried to take the intricately designed weapons Leo went to reach for where his katana would usually be on his shell. Luckily Don was close enough to stop him before he got too far.

“Sorry officer, we'll take them back to the truck. Hey E, get our tickets for us k?”

He knocked Leo upside the head as they turned back for the parking lot.

“What the SHELL is wrong with you?”

While i was buying the tickets i noticed Leo and Donnie re-approaching the gate, only to get a full pat-down before they were allowed to enter, oh i love my idiots, i love my idiots…. Now people were staring…

“Lets get out of here, COME ON GUYS!”

Raph knocked leo upside the head as well when they re-joined the group, grabbing him by the hair as a low grumble rolled through his chest, both their eyes widening.

“The hell…”

“We can't churr Raph, we no longer have the equipment to create or interpret such subsonic sounds.”

“Yeah i figured that out Don, just stop being a dumb-ass Leo. Bringin weapons to a park, what the hell were you thinking?”

Leo just shouldered his way past, nose in the air.

“I don't have to explain myself to you.”

Raph moved to start a fight but i grabbed his shoulder, pulling him down to whisper in his ear.

“He's just feeling a little exposed, too many people, a strange place, you guys don't even have the protection of your shells, cut him a break.”

“COME ON, I THOUGHT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN AMUSEMENT PARK!! LETS GO!”

Mikey took off running, jumping into a flip to snag Leo by the shoulders like he had hundreds of time before, flinging him into a flip, only to land on his ass, mikey bouncing along on his rump a few meters ahead.

“I think your center of balance is a little off Mike!”

That got the big blue grump laughing again, thanks Mikey.

Alex ran past laughing, snagging Mikey by the collar.

“Come on Mickey! Lets try the Fjord Fjarlane!! I call outer seat!!!”

Alex drug Mikey to his feet, towing the poor boy toward the first ride still limping from his less than stellar landing, Raph and Donnie taking off soon after leaving me behind with Leo.

“Hey i told Red to back off, i get that your feeling off, but it'll be fine.”

“How do you know.”

“Because i do, now you just have to trust me, do we have a deal Brother?”

I held out my hand with the spirit spiral mark on it and after a second of deliberation he met my gesture with his own.

“Come on let's go have some fun, Sis.”

By the time we had ridden the Fjord Fjarlane, the  Finnish Fling, The Scandi Scrambler, and the Viking voyager spirits were high again. Even Leo was smiling like a goof and we still had 4 sections of the park left to get through, it was going to be a good night and we were all buzzing with excitement.

“Hey hot-stuff, wanna go find a nice dark corner with me?”

The feeling of a hand gripping my hind end had me spinning, grabbing some greasy asshole’s wrist and twisting it until he was buckling under the strain before the guys could even react.

“There anything wrong babe?”

At the sight of Raphs towering form glaring down at him from over my shoulder the creep paled. Jerking to get out of my grip on his arm as i squeezed just enough to threaten breaking it.

“No i think i've got this Raphie Bear, go have fun with your brothers… I’ll take care of the trash.”

When i looked back down at the guy my eyes were golden, fangs bared, and crest raised. “You touch any woman against her will again and you'll be seeing me, and i promise they won’t find you.”

I threw him down on the ground, watching as he scrambled away backwards, knocking over a couple little kids before taking off. God damn doing that felt good.  

DING DING DING DING DING….!

When i made it back to the guys Mikey was sinking basket after basket on one of those trick carnival games. his enhanced strength and aim, though lesser in this form, were plenty to crush the hopes of the carnie running the booth’s hopes for a quick buck. Destroying the high score soon Mikey was holding a giant sea turtle plushie, using it as a puppet to tease Alex. I felt Raph’s hand on my lower back, his extra fingers held together to make it feel more like his natural form’s hands. Probably so i wouldn't freak out and break his wrist.

“Pick a prize Tweeter.”

“Raph you don't have to do that….”

“How many days can i win my girl a carnival prize without being carted off to a freak show? Now pick something E.”

I scanned over the disgustingly pastel prizes until my eyes landed on the perfect little stuffie. It was a black dragon made of faux leather with a fluffy red belly and gold wing membranes, horns, and spikes.

“That one, in the dart booth. The Dragon.” “That tiny thing, come on, give me a challenge girl.”

“You told me to pick Red.”

“Fine, let me show you how it's done.”

Handing over a dollar bill the carnie passed over 3 red darts.

“Pop three gold balloons for the dragon.”

Raph’s face scrunched up as he searched for the targets the carnie indicated.

“What’s the ploy here, those balloons are barely inflated at all! The dragon is one of the smallest prizes here, you trying to cheat me carnie?”

“You wanted a challenge big guy.”

He just gave the carnie a dirty look, weighing the dart in his hand before pinching the tip between his first two fingers, the other two tucked tightly to his palm as he stared down his target.

“Damn darts aren't even sharp.”

I ran my hands over his free arm, focusing on the balloons almost as hard as Raph was.

THUNK

One gold balloon started lazily dripping paint down the board. The carnie gave Raph a look at utter disbelief, only to be met with a smirk as Raph readied one dart in each hand.

THUNK, THUNK!

Three spots of gold paint stained the board where balloons had once hung and Raph was preening, head and shoulders thrown back, chest puffed out as he pulled me tight to his side.

“I think you owe my girl here a stuffed dragon.”

...

“I'm going to name him Lucius. He’s so cute!!”

The tiny stuffed dragon was barely 4 inches tall, just big enough to tuck in a pocket, but the stitch work on him was absolutely exquisite, gold embroidery outlining glittering scales along the tiny little body.

“Glad you like him babe.”

I was a lot more ecstatic than i thought i would be, jumping up to throw my arms around Raph’s neck and making lots of happy chirping noises as he supported my weight in his arms and pressed his forehead to my own. Our laughter mixed in a bubbly fountain mixed with chirps and low growling pseudo-churrs as he spun me around in his arms before i let go and just let myself hang upside down limply from his grip.

“Ok i'm dead, you killed me with cute fluffy romantic crud. You've gone and done it, speak of my greatness in my eulogy….”

“Get a room you two.”

Raph flipped Leo off, a self satisfied smirk at actually being able to do so pulling at his lips as i popped back upright. I stuck my own tongue out at Leo before grabbing Raph’s slightly stubbled jaw and pulling him in for a kiss. It was different but it was still completely Raphael, teeth scraping at my bottom lip before i pulled back, only for him to follow until i put a hand against his throat.

“We’re still in public babe, later i promise.”

He rolled his eyes as he let me back down, another low growl rumbling through him as he whispered in my ear.

“Fine, but don't expect me to play nice.”

His hand traveled down my back to cup my rear as we moved to catch up with the guys as they ran off toward the fury of the Nile. he started chuckling when i removed it, slipping it back a few times before i swatted him.

“Behave.”

“Make me.”

Raph, Mikey, Alex, and I squeezed together in one boat as Donnie and leo hopped in the next one only to be joined by two college girls in swimsuits cut off from their own parties. I couldn't help but grin like a proud mother as the two fumbled through trying to talk to the two bombshell beauties that had been practically dropped in their laps. It wasn't long though before i heard laughter coming from the boat behind us as we were shoved off down the artificial white water rapids.  I quickly forgot about that however as we crashed into the first bouncer and a wave of green dyed water sloshed over us and into the boat.

“EEEEEEEEE! Oh god it smells!” Mikey couldn't help but laugh, throwing an arm around Alex.

“Smells better than the waterslides back home, you don't seem to mind those babe.”

Another wave crashed over the boat, this time on Mikey’s side, plastering his poofy curls to his face and washing those god awful shutter shades into the river. The shape of the wave however… a nearly transparent water dragon leapt over the edge of the boat and slipped back below the surface. Back in the boat behind us Mizu was perched on leo’s forearm like a hawk, the two girls in the boat sporting glittering fey’s wings barely visible in the shadowy tunnel. Mikey screwed up his face and a gust of wind blew over his form before cutting a deep trough in the surface of the water, shaking the boat and making Leo fall back into the blue fairy’s lap. My eyes went gold and i could see both elemental beasts play fighting at the surface of the water. A raven’s caw stilled them both, sending them back to their masters before we exited the tunnel.

“Good going bonehead.”

A spark of flame jumped from Raph’s fingertips to bite at Mikey’s face before being extinguished in a puff of air.

“What about incognito don't you understand?”

“Have a little fun babe, no one saw us.”

I tugged on Raph’s soul and made him slap himself in the face.

“You're right, this is fun.”

“Point made, now stop that shit, its creepy.”

“Yeah, and? I'm creepy.”

“And that’s why we love you jazzy cakes.”

By sundown we had ridden every ride at the park at least 3 times. Mikey’s favorite was the Patriot roller coaster, Leo loved the detonator, and Donnie rode the cyclone sam an extra 5 times on his own after the rest of us couldn't handle it anymore.

“What did you say your favorite ride was Red?”

The lights had come on in the park with the setting sun, illuminating the one ride we hadn't tried yet, a tall spire that took swinging seats up to its top for a scenic view of the west Missouri countryside and nearby Kansas City. The pulsing lights flickered in his eyes as he watched the pairs of seats spin lazily 300 feet above our heads.

“I didn't say Tweeter. But how about we try that one out.”

Mikey had just shown up at the bench with armloads of food so Raph was able to drag me off without the others noticing. He hadn't seemed this excited all day and i couldn't help but wonder exactly what was going on in that head of his as he hoisted me up into one of the swinging seats of the steel hawk. The ride wasn't one of the most exciting yet his hand was practically vibrating as we slowly rose up into the air.

“Hey Elasia?”

“Yeah Raph?”

He turned in his seat to face me, scanning over the burning horizon as the moon peeked up over the lights of the distant city.

“Remember that dream you told me about?”

“Huh? You mean the one where peeps were taking over the world?”

He looked at me like i was the greatest treasure in the world and i found myself unable to look away as he spoke.

“No, the other one. With the raven and the phoenix doing the hawk thing you told me about.”

Before i could bring the specific dream to mind he leaned across the gap between our seats, fire burning in his eyes as he kissed me. I could see it now, two birds, talons clasped as they spun, falling from high in the air. I barely felt something stir between us before i was overtaken by the melding of our souls suspended 300 ft in the air. Fire licked across my skin, biting crackling heat that dared not burn, as molten gold peeled back the haze of mist hiding my beloved from me. God why couldn't i get any closer, i needed to get closer, to find more of this delicious adrenaline fueled heat, to have more of him.

We were jarred out of it by the jolt of the ride locking in at ground level, eyes opening in a drugged haze.

“Um Red?”

Three fingers carded through my hair before freezing in shock. Yeah we should run. “LEO CODE GREEN, CODE GREEN, MOVE MOVE MOVE!”

Who knew how long we had until the last of the mist wore off, the guys already looked like turtles to me again, luckily no one else was noticing the four giant mutants as they tore through the park toward the gates. I couldn't help but think we got back to the truck just in time, heart thundering with a new type of adrenaline as i put the pedal to the floor and we sped back to the portstone to NYC.

“WHOOOOO THAT WAS SICK!!! We gotta do that again E, tell me we’re doing that again.”

“Sure Mikey, at least we know how long the masking serum lasts now.”

“It does feel good to be a turtle again.’

“It's strange that the reverse transformation didn't hurt as badly as the initial one, just a few muscle aches.”

“That’s because its easier for structures to retain their native form than to be molded into a new one Don. Don't worry though, the transformation into human form gets easier with practice.”

It did feel good to have my boys back to normal, Mikey and Alex took off down the tunnel to do god knows what, and Leo drug Donnie off to the dojo.

“Come on Donnie, lets spar, i need to feel like myself again.”

“Sounds like a good idea Leo. You guys coming?”

It was hard to keep a straight face when i felt a familiar three-fingered hand weave through the bases of my wings along my spine, i could practically feel the evil little smirk on Raph’s face.

“N-no Donnie, We’ll catch up later.”

They both gave Raph a strange look before disappearing toward the dojo. As soon as they were gone however i turned on the red clad brute, eyes narrowing in scorn as i grabbed his mask tails to yank him down to my level.

“You are in so much trouble mister.”

“What are you going to do about it.”

By god i loved the feeling of his fire along my skin.

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Love is Healing

TITLE: Love is Healing CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13/? AUTHOR: creativwoman88 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki trying to convince you of his love for you for months after your constant disbelief. One day at the Avengers Tower he pushes you up against a wall, holding tightly as he kisses you, only to have you wildly fight back as you scream and cry begging him to let you go.  RATING: this part is G: anyone can read it NOTES/WARNINGS: Only the general self-loathing that Loki has

Chapter Thirteen

     “You need to sleep,” was the first thing Natasha said when she saw Arianna basically holding herself together on the bed.  “You really need to sleep.  But you won’t be able to.  You had a nightmare.”

     Of course, she had.  She was exhausted and hurt, vulnerable to her memories.  Vulnerable to the demons she’d never been able to exercise.  And she’d had to wake up alone and afraid and in the dark.

     Where was Loki?  Natasha knew from experience that when Aries woke up from one of her nightmares about that night she woke up screaming.  Why hadn’t Loki come running?  He had to have heard her – unless he’d finally gone to sleep.  He’d been through a lot too, had been exhausted too.

     Though considering the nature of Arianna’s dream, a male presence may not have been welcome, and she had asked for Natasha specifically.

     “Do you need something?”

     Arianna usually either wanted water or just to have Natasha sit with her.  This time it was the latter.  So that was what she did.  Arianna even fell asleep again after about thirty minutes.  Natasha allowed herself to rest too, beside Aries, and it was mostly peaceful.

     They both jerked awake a few times from the twitches their muscles still had but were able to fall back asleep quickly when they realized they weren’t alone.

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     When Arianna woke up for good at around noon Natasha was still there, though she was seated on a chair, not lying on the bed.  Arianna wondered how long she’d been awake and sitting there.

     Arianna still felt sluggish, and her eyes were dry and gritty.  She was probably dehydrated, to be honest.  She hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since the blueberry muffin and French vanilla cappuccino the day before.  Her fault, really, because she should’ve taken better care of herself.

     “You okay?” Natasha asked.

     “Been better,” she answered.

     “Banner contacted me about an hour ago.  He’s got the antibiotics, but you were sleeping peacefully and your temperature hasn’t spiked.  He said he’d wait for you to wake up.  I’m supposed to take you back down to the lab.”

     “He’ll want me to stay down there to make sure the medicine works, of course.”

     “Of course.”  Natasha sent her a small smile.  “There shouldn’t be a problem, though.”

     Arianna slipped on a pair of jeans and didn’t bother changing out of the sleep shirt.  She didn’t bother putting shoes on either.

     “Ready?” Tash asked.

     “Yeah, sure.”

     They left her room and Arianna stopped at Loki’s, knocked on the door.  She didn’t hear anything from the other side.

     “Loki, are you awake?”  No answer.  “I’m going down to the lab, if you …”

     She felt her defences go up.  She didn’t know what had happened, and she didn’t owe Loki any explanations at all.

     “Whatever.  I’ll be in the lab.”

     She didn’t miss the questioning glance Tash sent her, but she didn’t feel like talking about it

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     Tony was about to crash.  He was actually planning on going to bed.  He just wanted to make sure the antibiotics worked and that Arianna didn’t have an allergic reaction or anything like that.

     He and Banner were the only ones in the lab at the moment, Steve and Clint having gone to bed hours ago, and were now waiting for Natasha and Aries to make an appearance.

     He’d been over the security feed again.  He’d been more worried about the men that had taken Aries before, but after going over it once more he’d realized he’d missed a very important thing: Aries had thrown a table at the two men.  She’d flicked her wrist and there the tables had gone.

     She was getting stronger and learning how to control her abilities in different ways.  Tony was proud and surprisingly not worried about having a backup plan in case she suddenly lost control.

     Pain made her lose control, but if someone was hurting her they deserved whatever they got when her defences kicked in.

     The security feed from the coffeehouse was still up and running when Natasha and Arianna reached the lab.  They both seemed stronger than the night before, but they still weren’t at their best.  He hadn’t expected them to be.

     Arianna had stopped right inside the entranceway, eyes on the screen replaying her burst of power from the day before.

     “I forgot I did that,” she admitted sheepishly.  She looked at Banner then.  “I guess I can smash things too.”

     Her tone was soft, non-judgmental, and Bruce responded by actually giving her a small smile, bashful in the way Banner usually was.

     “Guess you can.  Maybe we shouldn’t make you angry either.”

     “Mm.”  She moved farther into the lab, Natasha close behind her, and seated herself near Banner.  “So … how big of a needle are you sticking in me?”

     “Um … a normal sized one …”

     “Okay.”

     She still stiffened when Bruce showed her the needle.  They went through the whole routine of Bruce cleaning the spot in the crook of her arm before injecting the antibiotics into her.  Once it was all over he put a Band-Aid on the spot.

     “Done,” he said.

     “Good.”

     “That should break the fever for good, and you shouldn’t need another injection since we caught it so soon.”

     “Also good.”

     “You’re … afraid of needles,” Tony said.  “You can probably literally do anything with the power of your mind, and you’re afraid of a small needle?”

     “It breaks the skin,” she said.  “And it’s less the needle and more that the needle is used to shoot something into me.”

     Well, he couldn’t argue with that.

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     Arianna stopped by Loki’s room again as she was on her way to her own.  She felt only slightly better, but it was something.  She’d stayed down in the lab for an hour to make sure she didn’t respond badly to the antibiotics and she hadn’t.

     So now she was knocking on Loki’s door again.  It was pathetic, really.  She felt as if she were begging for attention and she didn’t do that.

     “Loki.  I’m back from the lab.  Got a shot of antibiotics, and the geniuses think I’ll be okay again soon.”

     When she didn’t get an answer she tried the doorknob.  Loki had locked the door.  He obviously didn’t wish to be disturbed.

     “Loki?  At least let me know you’re okay.  Please?”  Again no response.  “I will break this door down, and you know I can do it.”

     “Don’t come in here.”  His voice sounded strange, deeper and growly.  “I’m really not well.”

     Not well?  What did that mean?  He’d been shot with the tranquillizer the day before.  Had the same bacteria been introduced to his system, a system that until a few months ago had had no need to build up immunity to Earth’s germs and so had no defence against them?  And why hadn’t she thought about that before?  That was something they needed to look into, but that was more Bruce’s department.

     “Loki … if you’re sick, you really need to let me in.”

     “No, I … I wish to be alone.  I need rest.”

     “Okay.”  She could get behind that.  Maybe he’d feel better later.  “But I’m checking on you later if you don’t come out and eat.  You have to eat and drink.”

     “Your concern is noted.”

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     Check on him later she did.  She brought him soup and water on a tray.  He remembered it was the kind where he could eat in bed.  She wasn’t up to her normal strength and yet she was still taking care of him.

     He did not deserve such loyalty, such care.

     The door was still locked when she came to check on him, to bring him food and water.

     “I’ll get it.  Just leave it there.”

     “Why?”

     “Because I asked you to.”

     “Well, I’m asking you to let me in.  I was angry at you because of last night, Loki, but now you’re worrying me.”

     “I’ll be fine.  Just … Don’t concern yourself with me.”

     There was silence then.  She had obviously set the tray down and was leaving.  Good.  He still had no clue how to make his Jotun appearance fade to the background.  He was still blue, and the room was cooler than it should’ve been.  Luckily each room’s temperature could be controlled from the inside and Jarvis probably thought – sensed?  Whatever thought was to Jarvis – that Loki had the AC on high.

     Suddenly the lock clicked and Arianna was coming in and he had no clue what to do.

     “So I didn’t break the door down, but I did –“

     Her voice cut off when she caught sight of him.  The tray in her hands fell to the floor and the noise made her jump.

     She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened them.  To her credit, she didn’t scream.  Though that was probably from shock and not from lack of fear.

     “I told you not to come in,” he said.

     Her eyes snapped to his face at the sound of his voice.

     “Loki.”  Her voice was a whisper.  “I, uh … you did.  But I thought – what happened?  Why’re you blue?  Why’s it so cold?  And your eyes … they’re red.  I … they’re supposed to be green.  What is going on?  Am I hallucinating?”

     “No.  You are seeing exactly what you think you are.”

     “How?  Why?”

     There was still no fear, only confusion.  Loki knew then that Arianna had no idea what he was.

     “Close the door.  You and I need to talk.”

     “You think?” she asked even as she did as he’d told her.  “This started last night, I assume.  When you started acting weird.  You wanted me to leave so I wouldn’t see.  I get that.  And this, this is why your hand was cold, why it’s cold in here.”

     “Yes, my very clever Arianna.  All is correct.”

     She sighed.  “I’m gonna clean up this mess first.  Then we can talk.”

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     Arianna took her time cleaning up the mess of soup and water.  She was glad the room wasn’t carpeted.  That would have caused even more of a mess.

     Loki was still standing stiffly, away from her on the other side of the room.  He hadn’t moved since she’d been there.

     She’d been shocked when she’d first walked in.  Why wouldn’t she have been?  She’d entered the room expecting to see Loki and had found a tall blue man that she didn’t know until he’d spoken.  Underneath it all Loki was there.

     She didn’t speak until she’d finished cleaning and even then she didn’t know what to say.

     “Loki … Maybe you should start.”

     “With what?”

     “Um … maybe by explaining why you’re blue and why you never thought I might need to know you could turn blue.”

     “I didn’t think it would be a problem now that I am mortal.  It hasn’t been.”

     Loki sighed.  “As for why I am … in the form I am in currently, this is my true form.  I am a monster.”

     “Because you’re a different color?”  Arianna tried to make light of it.  She wanted Loki to relax.  She wasn’t afraid, not now that she knew it was Loki there with her.  “I mean, yeah, the red eyes are kind of creepy, and I miss your green ones, but I like the blue skin.”

     “This is not a joking matter!” Loki almost yelled.  “This is not about what I look like.  It’s about what I am.”

     “And what exactly are you?”

     “A Frost Giant!  I come from a race of people who do nothing but kill and brutalize.”  Loki stepped forward then.  “My touch can freeze you to death, give you frost bite.”

     Realizing Loki wanted to be as serious as possible about this, she switched tactics.

     “How did you come to be an Asgardian Prince then?”

     “Jotunheim and Asgard were at war with each other centuries ago, more than a millennium actually.  I was still a baby, and I don’t remember it.  I only know what Odin and my mother – Frigga – told me.

     “I was born and abandoned in Jotunheim while the war was still happening.  I was small for a Frost Giant and so I was cast out.”

     “Small?  You’re, like, six-foot-four!”

     Loki actually let a smile grace his lips.  At least he could still do that.  She could still reach him.

     “Tall, yes, but at the time I was considered a runt.  Thrown away because of it.  Odin found me, took me to Asgard.  I spent ages – centuries – not knowing my heritage, centuries being Odin’s son but always feeling second best, always in the shadow of Thor.

     “Odin taught us about the things the Frost Giants did, taught us to hate them, fear them, because they were monsters.”

     “No,” Arianna said.  “That’s one side of the story.  Odin’s side.  I don’t know him, but I know history.  When there’s a war each side tries to make the war justifiable by calling the other side monsters.  Not every individual of a race is evil.  It doesn’t work that way.”

     “Perhaps, but I was brought up to hate them and, when I found out about my true nature I hated myself.  And Odin for keeping it from me.  He admitted to hoping I could create peace between the two realms.”

     Arianna sat down on the bed and pulled the blanket up around her.  She was getting cold, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t fix with a blanket.

     “How did you find out and why weren’t you blue when you came to Earth?”

     “My magic is illusion only.  I was able to hide it once I found out.  I think until then Odin was hiding it – or Frigga.  I never asked.  As for how I found out, it was by complete chance.  I played a … not-so-harmless prank that went farther than I had planned, and Thor became offended.  It ended in us taking a trip to Jotunheim.  A battle ensued and one of the Frost Giants grabbed my arm.  He was probably trying to freeze me, to be honest.  Instead, my skin reacted by changing color.  And just like that I was devastated.”

     “Oh, Loki.”

     She had no clue what to say.  She couldn’t make this better with words, and he no longer had his illusions to hide behind.

     “What caused this to happen?”

     “I don’t know.  Your fever, I think.”

     “You were reacting to my body temperature,” she surmised.  “You were able to touch me without hurting me.”

     “True, but I hadn’t completely transformed then.”

     “Not the point I was trying to make.  Whether you meant to or not, you lowered my temperature enough to help me.”

     “I – I didn’t even notice until I pulled away.  I just thought you were overheated and that was why I felt cooler to you.  The coolness made you feel better, and so … I allowed you to use my hand as an ice package.”

     Loki chuckled.  “Irony at its best, I would say.”

     “Hm.  Have you tried touching anything?  Just to see?”

     “No.  I already know the end result.  Why would I?”

     “Because you’re mortal now.  Or were – or whatever.”

     “So maybe my power isn’t as strong.”  Loki shrugged.  “Good theory.”

     Arianna stood up, leaving the blanket behind, and held out her hand, at which Loki stepped backwards.

     “You have more incentive to control yourself with me as opposed to something or someone else.”

     “No.”

     She smiled softly and moved towards him.

     “If you were a monster, you wouldn’t care whether you hurt me or not.  Your personality hasn’t changed at all, it doesn’t seem.”

     She turned her palm up and waited for him to place his hand in hers.  He was definitely hesitant, and she completely understood why, but he eventually let himself touch her.

     His fingertips brushed against her palm.  She jerked away slightly, only because it tickled.  Hurt flashed across his face until she grinned and told him why her hand had left his for those few seconds.

     She slipped her fingers between his and held on.  He tightened his over hers once he realized he wasn’t hurting her.

     “Okay?” she asked.

     A half-laugh half-sob pulled from his throat.

     “Okay.”

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     In Asgard, on a completely different realm, Thor and Frigga were standing with Heimdall while he was checking on Loki.  Frigga had requested frequent updates on her son after having stranded him on Midgard.  If he had come to any real danger she would’ve sent Thor to help him.  She had never truly abandoned Loki.

     She’d been completely aware of the risk of leaving him on Midgard, but she’d taken a chance when she’d met Arianna.  The chance had been worth it and well calculated.  She had seen and brought the goodness out in Loki, the kindness and playfulness that had always been there, that he’d hidden away after finding out about his true birthplace.

     True, he’d fought against it at first, but she’d broken down his defenses.  He’d asked for help when first courting her – from an old enemy nonetheless – and had put Arianna’s comfort and wellbeing over his own many times.

     He’d protected her, killed for her.  He loved her, and he had never loved anyone outside his family.  Arianna had his heart and was slowly helping to heal it.

     She’d even handled finding out about his Frost Giant form well.  She may not have been able to make him believe he wasn’t a monster, but she had made him believe she didn’t think he was one.

     It was a good start.

     “Will his magic come back soon?” Thor asked.

     “Perhaps.”  Frigga smiled.  “More than likely.”

     “And he’ll come home?”

     “If he chooses to.  He may choose to stay with Arianna.  He’s never known love like that.”

     “She could always come here.  She’s not a normal human by any means.  Father could grant her a longer life span, to match our own.”

     “He could,” Frigga agreed.  “We shall see.”

     There was still a hurdle or two Loki had to get over before he had to make any decisions about the rest of his life.

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To all nine of you that follow me, I just wanted to say thanks. To anyone else who sees this, I figured I might put this out there as a feeler so y’all can see my writing, if you want. This is the first chapter from a story I’m writing about the son of Lugh the Long-handed, the Celtic god of light, who is also a reincarnation of his son CuChullain, growing up in modern America and has to deal with mythical bullshit alla PJO/HOO but, like, adultier and angstier. So. Yeah.

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Chapter 1

I'm not here to tell you that your problems aren't valid, because everyone has issues. But, seriously, if you heard what was going on in my life, you'd agree: other issues seem easy. Because, you see, as hard as going through a layoff and a divorce and your dog dying are, you still probably don't have to deal with almost getting your head blown off on the regular, do you, George? No? Didn't think so.

It's kind of a long story, and parts of it will probably sound familiar. But for you to really understand what's going on, I'll have to start at the beginning. It was my senior year of high school. Yeah, already a bad start, I know.

I was on my way out of the building at the end of the school day. Normally, at the end of the day, I would meet up with my best friend and we'd drive home to pretend we were gonna do our homework and really just play video games.

So I walked out of the building and found Asim waiting by the car.

Asim Bahadur Qarim is one of the greatest men who ever lived and that's a fact. His parents came to America when he was young, so young he doesn't remember his home in Iran. But they ran from all of the political turmoil that befell basically the entire Middle East, and they already had friends and family in America. Luckily, Mr. Qarim made friends with some soldiers that were taking some time off from their deployment. One of them, who came to be known to us as Uncle Miles, put them up in his place until they could find work and a house.

Now, Asim was about to graduate high school and had been accepted into Julliard in the fall for his acting talents. He, in part, wanted to do what he loved and make his parents proud, but he also wanted to be a famous Muslim actor, something he didn't see a whole lot of.

Asim was a handsome guy, or so the girls we went to school with kept reminding us. He had coal black hair that fell in wavy locks about his head. He kept it long enough to fall to his neck but not enough to hit his collar if he was wearing a collared shirt. His eyes were like black coffee, and his skin more like a mocha. His frame was strong but thin, as his exercise included mostly running and hiking. He had thick stubble on his face, thicker on his lip and chin. He was leaning against the hood of my car, one of his black loafers up on the body, with his thick jacket on and a pair of black jeans, a scarf around his neck and a beanie on his head. He was smoking a cigarette, putting it out and putting it back in his pack when he saw me.

“Really, man?” I said walking up. “Right before we get in the car?”

“Roll the windows down,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s January you turd.”

We got into the car, a dumpy little station wagon that was pretty much all that my parents could afford. But it didn’t matter. It had four wheels and an engine, so I was happy. In addition, the heater worked, which was especially good since I would have to sit in the car with Smokey Bear.

“I’m so excited to go skiing this weekend!” Asim said.

“Me too!” Since my parents didn’t have a whole lot of money, they spent all year every year saving up so that we could go on a big trip for Christmas. This year, they were taking Asim and me to a ski resort out in the mountains. I had been looking forward to the trip since September. “You packed, right?”

“Yeah, if we can just swing by my place really quick.”

I nodded and started heading for Asim’s house. It was a short drive, and we were there in no time. He ran into the house and was back out in a few minutes. Neither of his parents were home yet, but they would be meeting us at the resort later. My parents didn’t pay for them, but of course they invited the Qarim family, who graciously accepted. They were even bringing Uncle Miles.

We went back to my house, a tiny little townhouse in the suburbs just a couple miles from school. I ran inside and to the second floor to grab my bag from my room. I started heading back downstairs and looked at the walls that were covered with pictures of the three of us. I stepped out into the living room to see our sparsely-furnished but well-loved home, covered in even more pictures, month old newspapers my dad hadn’t gotten rid of, and old files from projects my mom finished and never cleaned up. It felt like home.

I sighed and stepped back outside. The air was colder than I remembered, so I drew my scarf up further around my neck and walked back to the car. I got in and was glad to be in the heat again. I rolled up the windows, the smell of cigarettes now gone from the cabin of the vehicle.

So we made our way to the highway and off to the mountains. It was a while before either of us spoke, but neither of us needed to. We were both comfortable enough with each other that we could sit in silence for hours.

Inevitably, one of us broke the silence. “Did you pick a school yet?” Asim asked. This had been a topic of hot debate for quite some time. I wanted to go to college, but I had no idea what to study. I had no idea what school to go to. I was kinda falling off the back of the wagon.

“No, I haven’t,” I said.

“Gotta get on that if you want to go to college.”

“Well, there’s community college.”

“You wanna be a community college guy?”

I gave him a glare quickly, then looked back at the road. “What’s wrong with community college?”

Asim suddenly got an uncomfortable look on his face. “That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean, then?”

Asim was suddenly confused, and looking flustered. His cheeks flushed and he lowered himself in his seat. “I’m suddenly feeling very attacked.”

I chuckled. “Asim, I’m fucking with you. I know what you mean, but I don’t care. Fuck the stigma associated with community college. I’ll be getting an education for a fraction of the cost of something like Juilliard.”

Asim relaxed a little, some of the color leaving his cheeks. “Dude, don’t do that to me.”

“Well, I’m not some super star, so it isn’t like I can get into Juilliard. I’m not an athlete, so I can’t get into a D1 school. I’m no super computer that could make Stanford, or an engineering prodigy to go to MIT, or a social demigod to get into Harvard. I’m just… me.”

“You know as well as I do that you could have done any one of those things if you actually wanted to.”

Asim was right, of course. My biggest issue was that I never applied myself. My grades were always rather lackluster. I got good enough grades that my parents wouldn’t be on my back about it all the time, but not good enough to warrant any awards or scholarships. I was in fantastic shape and could have easily been a star football player, or track star, or a wrestler, baseball player, whatever I wanted. I was capable of doing it all, but I didn’t care enough to try. I never wanted to be on a stage, either, unlike Asim. I could sing, dance, act, I even dabbled in poetry from time to time, but I had no desire to share that with anyone.

“That’s not the point,” I said quietly.

“Then what is, Seth?”

“Maybe I don’t want to be in the spotlight. Maybe I just want to be a background character, like a librarian or something.”

“So what will you do then? Do you want to be a librarian?”

“Well… no… but you’re missing the point. Not every job needs a bachelor’s degree.”

“Then find one, and get passionate about it. I haven’t seen you passionate about anything in a long time, man. I’m starting to get worried.”

“That’s not true!”

“Oh, really? Name one thing.”

“I was really passionate about supporting you in The Sound of Music a couple months ago.”

“That doesn’t count, Seth! I mean your own stuff. The last time you were passionate about anything you did yourself was a long time ago! Ever since Becca—”

He winced, froze, and calmed down. He slunk down in his seat again, trying to make himself look smaller, almost like he wanted to hide from me.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said. “It’s been a year since she… well, yeah. I should be getting better by now.”

“It’s completely understandable, Seth. When Becca…”

“Died, Asim. She died. There’s no sense in hiding it, or denying it. She died.”

“Alright, when Becca… died… it was devastating. I mean, I lost my best friend. I can only imagine what it was like for you.”

I let out a deep sigh.

“Becca was everything to me, Asim. She was more than just my best friend, and my girlfriend. She was my muse. I wrote poetry because she inspired it. I sang because she made my heart sing. I danced because she made it hard for me to sit still. I worked out and got better grades because she inspired me to be better, and to make something of myself one day. When she died, she took it all with her. My love, my heart, my passion. It all faded.”

Asim put a hand on my shoulder. It wasn’t a lot, but I knew the intent behind it. I took one hand from the wheel so that I could cover his, holding tight for a second before letting go.

“Eventually you’ll have to do something, Seth. You’ll have to make some kind of decision, pick a path.”

“Eventually I will. But for now, I’ll survive.”

We sat in silence for a little while longer before I spoke again.

“For the record, I wanted to teach.”

Asim nodded. “That’s a noble pursuit there, Seth. For someone who says he doesn’t care, you sure seem to.”

“I always thought that the best teachers were the worst students,” I said.

“How does that make any sense?”

“Well, think about it this way. The teacher who was a bad student, who messed around with drugs and got in trouble, maybe got a girl pregnant or wrecked his dad’s car, that teacher understands the hardest parts of being a teenager because he succumbed to them. So, I didn’t necessarily do all of those things, but I have not been a great student and I would understand a kid who doesn’t like to do their school work. Maybe I could help them.”

Asim shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. I never thought about it that way.”

“Everyone has their own beasts to slay.”

We concluded our ride in silence. It was only another hour to the resort, so we arrived and found the house, going by the rental office to pick up the keys. Good thing my parents thought to put my name on the rental so I could sign for them.

We got up to the house, a nice little place up in the mountains. It was big enough for the six of us to fit comfortably, but not too big that we felt spaced out.

The first room we walked into was a kitchen, which opened out into a living and dining room beyond. None of the rooms had real walls separating them, just an island separating the kitchen from the living room. There was a staircase off in the back right corner of the living room that seemed to head down into a basement. Based on the placement of the house on the side of a hill, I figured that it would open out to the hill side.

We walked in and headed down the stairs. There was another open area with a television and a DVD player. There were a few doors off of the open room, indicating that they were the bedrooms. Two had queen beds, one had two twin beds, and one had a bunk bed and a twin bed. Asim and I moved our bags into the room with the bunk bed and set them down.

“Alright, now what?” Asim asked.

I shrugged. “We go shopping.”

I grabbed some paper out of a drawer and a pen and wrote a quick note:

Mom, dad,

Went out for groceries. Key under mat. See you soon.

Love,

Seth and Asim

Then Asim and I went on a very routine shopping trip. That was about the last part of our trip that was “routine” in any way.

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