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[daydreamerdrew]

Contact Comics (1944) #2

[dreamescapeswriting]

Changing Room ~ Lee Minho [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

PAIRING: Minhox Idol!Reader 

GENRE: Smut, dom x dom, idol Au, Reader!Idol AU, mentions of blackpink collaboration, spanking, degrading names, pet names, fight for dominance, orgasm denial, edging, squirting, 

A/N: I’m still new to writing for the reader being Dom so I hope that this turns out okay for you!! 

A collaboration with one of the biggest girl kpop groups had been on your list of things to do since forever and now it was finally happening. The screams of fans could be heard all the way in your dressing room which made you a little nervous but nothing you couldn't handle, you'd been an idol for the last four years you were used to going out and performing in front of thousands of people. The door to your changing room opened and there stood Lisa smiling at you as she waited for you to get up and walk with her towards the main stage area. It was the first show of their tour and YG Entertainment decided that they wanted to start the tour off with a big publicity stunt meaning that you and the girls were going to work together and drawer a huge scene to the show. 

"Ready?" Lisa questioned as she looked at you, she could sense how nervous you were about going up onto the stage but she'd seen you perform a million times and she knew that you were going to be perfect. Practising with them had been going perfectly and you were more than ready to make everything as good as it could be and more.

"More than ready," You laughed softly, picking up the black sparkly microphone that the girls had gifted to you and smiled at Lisa who was already linking her arms with yours. All five of you were dressed in all-black outfits, black high waisted shorts with black tops and black thigh-high boots, YG wanted you to look well-presented as one group.

"You remember the choreography?" Rose questioned as she handed you a small bottle of water, walking through the back part of the venue towards the stage where managers were waiting almost as anxiously as you seemed to be.

"It's in my veins," You breathed out as you looked out through a small gap to see how many people were waiting for you all and it was packed. Screaming fans with lightsticks were chanting out the Blackpink fanchant with your name added onto the end, it felt so surreal.

"Someone came to see you," Jennie cooed in your ear as she tickled your sides, turning to look in the direction she was looking you saw Minho standing there, your long-term boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for a while - much to the disapproval of both of your companies - but everything was well hidden and no one besides those on a need-to-know basis knew about the relationship.

"What are you doing here?!" You cried out as you rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you greeted him with a huge hug. The two of you didn't get to spend a lot of time together so anytime you had was precious to you both. 

"I couldn't let my best girl go up and not let me watch," He chuckled softly as he left a quick kiss on your cheek, pulling away so he could take a look at you. His mouth almost fell open as he finally took in the outfit you were wearing, 

"D-Do you get to keep those boots?" He questioned as he licked his lips, making you groan as you pushed him away playfully. 

"Why? Are they turning you on?" You questioned jokingly only to get Minho nodding which shocked you before you let a smirk reside on your face. 

"Maybe I do," You teased, winking at him playfully before going over to the girls as they got ready to get onto the lifting platform of the stage. 

"Good luck! Knock them dead!" Minho screamed over the stage managers and screaming fans as he watched yo and the girls slowly rise up from the floor and the loud music began to play.

The set for Ddu-du-ddu-du was over and you were taken off the stage, sweating and panting as you made your way over to Minho who was red in the face, blushing from the performance. The whole thing had been kept a secret from him and he had no idea which song was going to be performed nor whose lines you were going to take. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You giggled softly as the stage managers finally left you alone, Minho just grabbed your hand and began dragging you towards your changing room ignoring your questions as to where he was taking you. The whole set had turned him on from seeing you up there and then watching you Perform Jennie's rap which he couldn't help but find sexy. You'd nailed the choreography moving your hips in time to the music, nailing every line and making sure to play up to the sexiness of the theme the girls were going for. 

"Minho?" You questioned as he roughly pushed you against the changing room door, locking it as he began kissing you roughly pulling at the shorts. 

"So needy," You teased as he began kissing down your neck biting and sucking on your skin as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. There was always a power problem in the bedroom with the two of you, he was a dom and you were a switch, always finding yourself in a dominating mood after being on stage. 

"Nuh-uh, I'm the one in control tonight," He told you as he pinned your wrists to the doors roughly biting down on your neck as you tried to push him away. 

"No baby boy, I am." You cooed as you took his face into your hand, running your thumb over his skin as you pushed him down into a sitting position on the sofa. Minho's hands run up your thighs towards your ass but you playfully slapped them away with a smirk on your lips. 

"You're so needy, kissing me like that right after I get off stage...Not even letting me shower first, dirty boy." Minho shook his head as you spoke that way, there was no way he was going to let you be in charge tonight not after watching you perform like that in front of thousands of people. The jealously was too much for him to bear as he thought about everyone that had seen you like this, 

"How about you keep those pretty little boots on and nothing else," He said in a dark tone as he flipped the tables, pinning you down to the sofa while leaving small kisses on your skin as you tried not to let out signs it was affecting you. 

"Where are all those moans? I know how much you love it when I kiss your neck like this." He whispered in your ear, biting down on your lobe a little as he began running his hand down the front of your shorts but you flipped him again. Straddling him as you looked down at him with dark eyes, 

"That's not how it's going to work tonight baby," You ran the palm of your hand over his stomach as you lightly traced your fingertips over his abs.

The two of you continued your power play until all of your clothes were off besides your boots and his boxers, he was glowing a bright red. His back against the back of the sofa while you straddled him, hands either side of his head trapping him against the settee.

"You know you love it when I'm in control," You whispered in his ear as you ground yourself down against his hard cock, you could feel just how hard he was for you through the thin fabric.

"I-I do but it doesn't mean I want that tonight, you deserve a reward for all that hard work," As he said the word hard he pushed his hips up against your core, smirking as he saw your eyes flicker at the pleasure. 

"You know you want me to buried deep inside of you, thrusting so deep you'll cry my name louder than any fans do." He chuckled darkly as he reached his thumb down to begin rubbing your bud in small soft circles, not applying the pressure he knew you so desperately wanted from him. 

"So fucking wet already, such a dirty little slut." He cooed as he kept rubbing, watching your eyes the whole time as you let out breathy whimpers trying to remember what you were doing in the first place but your head was in a fog. A finger was dragged through your folds as he smirked at you, laying you down gently against the sofa as he continued to let his long fingers rub you. 

"So cute how you go from dominating to my little baby in a matter of seconds," He teased as he began to kiss down your body sticking two fingers into you making you arch your back and moan loudly. Cleaning around him already as he kept his fingers deep inside of you,

"Fuck!" You moaned out as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, kissing your clit as he looked up at you with a smirk playing on his lips.

"F-Fuck Minho," You cried out as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, curling them to meet the spot you needed him the most while his tongue licked and sucked on your clit as if it was his last meal. Your head was beginning to cloud over as he continued the movements, picking up the pace of his fingers when he felt you clenching around him. 

"FUCK! Minho please-" You begged as you could feel the tightening in your stomach beginning to become too much for you.

"I-I'm gonna cum," You whimpered as you completely gave into him, giving him the power he'd been wanting. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer with the heel of your boot digging into him. As you were about to ride out your high he completely stopped his actions, ripping his fingers out of you and pulled his mouth away leaving you throbbing and whining. 

"Minho! What the fuck?!" You cried out as you looked at him, his eyes were darkened as he pumped himself in his hand but you hissed at him. Pushing him into a sitting position on the sofa before straddling him once again, 

"Has the little lady been teased too much? So close and yet so- Ugh God," He moaned out as you sank down onto him all of the way, moaning out as you rolled your head back. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you kept yourself down on top of him, whimpering out as your pussy clenched and throbbed around him from the orgasm you had been denied.

"Think it's funny, making a girl almost cum and ripping it away?" You bit down on his neck sucking softly not hard enough to leave a mark, his hands found their way to your hips and he attempted to move you but you kept yourself still. Enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you as he let out small hisses and moans, 

"M-move, don't just sit there." He whispered as he tried to get you to move only for you to slowly lift yourself up so only the tip was inside of you, sinking slowly back down while maintaining eye contact with him. Something you knew drove him over the edge when you were the one in control of things, he bit down on his lip as he let out a small moan. 

"Look at you...Now, who's the needy one?" You questioned as you repeated your actions, moaning out at the slowness of it all.

"F-Faster," He ordered as he looked at you, slapping your ass and grabbing a handful as you looked at him, raising your eyebrow at him. 

"Faster...What?" You held still on top of him and he growled at you, his eyes dark as he stared up at you. 

"Please...P-Please move faster," He begged as he rolled his head back against the sofa, crying out as you began to move your hips up and down faster, scooting against him as you began to moan out in pleasure. Your orgasm building up once again as you continued to move on him, riding him fastly and carefully as you rolled your head back. The sounds of your combined moans filled the room along with the wetness that was connecting you both. 

"Fuck, baby." He whined as he rubbed your breasts in his hand, tugging on your hard nipples as he felt himself getting close each time you clenched around him.

"Oh shit," You dug your nails into his shoulder as you felt the coil tightening again, your eyes rolling back as you felt your orgasm hit you. You continued riding him as your legs twitched and your stomach tightened even more, moaning out his name loudly, 

"A-Agh fuck, Baby I'm gonna-" Before he could finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum so you smirked at him quickly getting off him before he could cum and he stared at you. His cock hitting his abdomen as he let out small whimpers and whines at the cum-denial you had given him. 

"Not nice is it?" You giggled as you looked at him, getting up from the sofa to change only to find yourself being picked up. 

"Minho!" You cried out as he began sucking on your skin, laying you down on the floor. 

"Hands and knees now." There was no soft dom-voice to him, the soft dom you knew was gone and replaced with the hard-dom standing behind you. A slap hit you across the ass as you didn't move fast enough to his liking and he smirked as you whimpered. Getting onto your hands and knees as he had ordered and looked over your shoulder at him, 

"Why- Oh fuck yes!" You screamed out as he thrust into you quickly, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle and get over the overstimulation, all Minho cared about was getting to cum. He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, digging his nails into your hips as you let out cries of his name. 

"Minho! Right fucking there!" You cried out as he continued to fuck into you, not slowing down for even a second as he chased after his own orgasm.

"S-Shit shit shit!" You cried out as you felt yourself pulsating around him, another orgasm building up more intensely than the first one. It felt as though your whole body was on fire and as though you were about to burst around him as he continued to thrust into you. 

"You like that? Being used as my little fuck toy?" His rhythm got sloppy and you knew he was close to his release so you nodded, rocking your hips a little. 

"I love it!" You cried out, nails digging into the carpeted floor as you clenched around him more until you could no longer hold it back, 

"Holy shit! I'm cumming!!" You cried out as he bit down on your shoulder, smirking as he felt you clench around him before the floor got wet. 

"Dirty little girl, squirting all over the floor." You were panting and sweating heavily as you noticed Minho's thrusts slow to a stop, he pulled out of you and you whined out. Pouting when you felt his seed slowly drip out of you and hit the floor. Minho lightly tapped your ass before going on the hunt for a towel to clean up with. 

"We should shower before someone comes hunting for you," He told you as you laid on the floor beside the puddle of mess you had both created, you just whined in response to him as he wiped you clean.

"Come on babe," He chuckled as he helped you up from the floor, going over to the small bathroom that was attached to your changing room. 

Tagline: @taestannie​ @sw33tnight​ @kneel-begyourpardon​ @acciocriativity​ @mwitsmejk​ @minholuvs​ @anxiousbobatea​ @justbangtanthingz​

[jerkbitchidjitassbutt]

What If I Told You (10)

Characters: Jensen x Reader; Jared Padalecki; SPN Cast members at times.

Summary: You and Jensen have been the closest of friends for years after meeting on the set of SPN, but what will happen when you and Jensen have a kissing scene?

Series Masterlist / My Masterlist

Series Warnings: Cursing; divorce; break up; angst-ish at times, but mostly fluff. For this chapter: teeth rotting fluff.

I consider this an AU, as Jensen is divorced from an unnamed ex in this fic. This is completely a work of fiction, and I wouldn’t want his reality to be any different, this is purely for entertainment.

A/n: As @our-jensen-ackles-love​ said, “Final-fucking-ly”. 2700ish words - its a longer one.

Peering at your reflection in the antique mirror situated in the corner of your bedroom, you adjusted the hem of your dress repeatedly, nerves making your fingers twinge with anticipation. Clint had dropped you off with a promise of returning in a little over an hour, allowing you time to change and ready yourself for Rob’s party this evening. It was being held at an upscale tavern in downtown Vancouver to celebrate his birthday and return to Supernatural after a brief hiatus. Truth be told, Rob would use any excuse to throw a party, but you never minded in the slightest. The majority of the crew and cast would be there, including those who were visiting or locals to the area.

Your curls were still intact from your scenes filmed earlier in the day and it only took a small amount of convincing from you to pursue the makeup ladies to touch up what they had done instead of removing it all as they would have on any other day. You rummaged through your walk-in closet, tossing article after article of clothing until you decided on an above-the-knee navy dress; it was covered in lace, had sleeves to the elbow, and a tantalizingly low-cut v-shaped neckline. You knew everyone would be dressed to the nines and had already conversed with some of the other people from set to determine that a dress was appropriate attire. Pairing it with a pair of nude heels and clutch, it actually took you very little time to get ready, which was not only surprising, but slightly torturous. It meant you had too much time to stand and fidget, as you were doing now.

Tonight was the night you’d hopefully find out if your best friend felt the same for you as you did for him—or your friendship would never be the same. Even if the last few days hadn’t been the scenario you’d played them out to be in your mind, you knew you’d never be able to go back to thinking of him as only your friend. Pretending before was quite tranquil, a simple ignoring of feelings and thoughts, but now that those same feelings had come roaring to the surface it would be impossible to return them to their composed state.

Tonight would more than likely determine the rest of your life, in one way or another. The thought both terrified and excited you, making you want to cry and scream at the same time, but thankfully Clint saved you with a message saying he was on his way back to your apartment after changing himself. Draping yourself in your cream colored pea-coat, you retreated out your front door to meet him.

Clint was dressed in an all-black suit and black shirt, accentuating the silver in his beard.

“You clean up nice, Clint, as always.” You posed with a smile as you buckled into the passenger seat.

“So do you, kitten.” The nickname was special, and not something he gave to everyone he lended his services to. At first you found it a bit patronizing but grew to understand it as a term of endearment and now loved it.

Driving through the darkening streets lightened by the glows of downtown, you twiddled with the zipper of your clutch and felt your heart hammering in your chest.

“Y/n…” Clint’s voice boomed above the soft music playing through the speakers, “Calm down honey. You only do that when you’re nervous… and I don’t think you have anything to be nervous about.” He reassured knowingly. A bit too knowingly. Taking in your raised eyebrow, he offered quietly, “What’s said between bodyguards stays between bodyguards.”

His eyes focused back on the road and his shoulders stiffened, though a small smile played at the corners of his lips, making you smile in return.

He weaved through the urban streets towards the tavern, pulling into a parking space with perfect precision. He hopped out and rushed to your side of the vehicle, courteous enough to open your door and lend you a hand in your unsteady heels. Offering his elbow, which you graciously accepted though you towered below him by his sheer size, he walked you along the sidewalk to a large pair of deep-colored wooden doors fit with wrought iron handles. Muscling the large hunk of wood would’ve been a feat for anyone, but Clint pulled it open with a breeze, revealing a large crowd of Supernatural cast and crew members. Screams of welcome were thrown in your direction as you shrugged out of your coat and stowed your purse before you were tackled by a few, but notably Ruth, Kim, and Briana, Sam Smith not far behind. The venue was large, with high ceilings and a second floor that could be seen from the first, a dark railing lining the stairs and large overhang. Shining wood adorned almost every surface, from the bar top to the walls with splashes of silvered steel and black iron chandeliers. Soft lighting made everything sparkle, including the martini glass that was practically thrust into your hands by your friends.

You anxiously searched for Jensen, or Jared, as they would be arriving together. Neither could be found or seen, so you settled into the small group and chatted for a bit until others came to greet you. Richard hugged you and Rob gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Alright,” he said. “Who’s the first to dance with the birthday boy?”

“Ooh, me!” you grinned widely, placing your drink on the nearest corner of the bar. You do just about anything for a slight distraction from glancing toward the door every five seconds, so you hopped into Rob’s arms on the dance floor. Other members of the crew were already twirling around when Rob spun you into the open space, a giggle escaping your lips as the lines of your dress whirled around you. His arm circled your waist, pulling you close as you danced back and forth.

Sighing as you rested your head on his shoulder, you said, “This is nice. It’s been a long time since I had a handsome man twirl me around a dance floor.”

“It is a treasure.” Rob laughed gently, swaying you to the upbeat music.

You sighed once more, feeling your nerves itch even as you rocked back and forth to the beat.

Rob placed his lips closely to the shell of your ear to whisper, “Relax, Y/n. He’ll be here soon.”

You quickly pulled back, a look of surprise and shock met Rob’s eyes. The look was enough to send him into a fit of laughter, his bright smile and throaty chuckle vibrating through his arms that held you, “It’s okay, honey. I know who you’re waiting for.”

“Seriously?” you cried. “Does everyone here know something?”

“We’re not gossipers.” He reassured you, but it did little to quell the rapid beat of your heart. “Let’s just say we’ve noticed something there for a long time. Now, just dance with me.”

He pulled you back to him and lightened the mood with a joke about Rich and his directing abilities, causing you to giggle as he twirled you once more.

Jensen waltzed into the space with Jared on his tail, both dressed in blue suits. Jensen’s was a deeper, royal blue with a crisp white shirt underneath and pocket square; Jared’s a tad lighter and paired with a black button-up and tie. Cliff stood watch behind them with Clint by his side, shoulders squared as they conversed, looking like a pair of brick walls near the door.

Jensen’s eyes darted around the room quickly, searching for you, but Jared quickly distracted him with a bump of his elbow and a glass of whiskey on the rocks. As you were, they were quickly accosted by their friends, pulling them each in for a hug or a fist bump. Words were exchanged above the music and Jensen tried to concentrate, but he couldn’t keep himself from scanning the crowd, desperately seeking out your form among the bodies.

“Don’t worry, she’s here.” He heard a small voice beside him say. He looked down to see Sam next to him, his mother on the show and his friend in reality.

“Hey, pretty lady. How are you?” he smiled, hugging her into his side.

“I’m great… but get on with the real questions.” She laughed. “I know who you’re really looking for.”

Jensen wore a soft yet stunned expression as he stared down at Sam until the smile spread across his face once again, “Where is she?”

“She’s dancing with Rob. You could always cut in.” Sam grinned widely, pointing over her own glass towards the dance floor.

You were shining in the dim light of the space as your skirt and hair spun around you and your face held so much joy as you laughed in Rob’s arms. The dress you were wearing showed every curve of your body, accentuating your hips with the flare of the skirt, and the modest lace showed small amounts of skin. Jensen felt his mouth run dry at the sight.

Sam nudged him in his ribs, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“I—I should wait.” Jensen bargained, “She’s having fun.”

This time, Sam’s nudge was a bit more than a nudge, a prod of her hand into his side made him jerk and chuckle, “Ow!” he exclaimed through his laugh.

“I’m not sure what has been keeping you two from each other for so long, but no more waiting.” She eyed him suspiciously, sensing his nerves. “Jay, you have nothing to be nervous about. I promise.” She assured him.

“Pinky swear?” he proposed.

She took his outstretched finger, before ushering him away, “Go on. Go get her.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He handed off his drink before weaving through the crowd, saying hi and chatting briefly with a few others along the way.

Rob had just slowed his pace as the music changed, the beat and melody shifting into a smoother sound. A modern version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” flowed through the speakers, and a gentle, feminine voice filled the air.

Suddenly, a voice that caused chills up your spine sounded from beside Rob, “You tryin’ to steal my girl, Rob?”

You whirled quickly to reveal Jensen, looking stunning and wearing a dazzling smile. His hair was brushed with a part down the side and the blue of his suit made his tanned skin flush.

My girl.

The words made your insides melt as a grin fell upon your lips.

Rob looked up to him and quipped, “Wouldn’t dream of it, man.”

“Mind if I cut in?” Jensen asked with a friendly slap to Rob’s shoulder, to which he gave you a quick peck on your cheek before gesturing to his friend.

“Absolutely. I think this is a good song, anyway.” He said the last part quietly, but both you and Jensen caught it.

Sweeping you into his arms, Jensen couldn’t help but notice how perfectly you fit into the curve of his body. The height of your heels allowed you to rest your arms comfortably on his shoulders as he pulled you close and began to move to the music.

“Hi.” You said sheepishly, glancing up at him through your darkened lashes.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

The way he held you sent a shock through your body, making your skin buzz and tingle. His arm was wrapped tightly around your waist, his palm flat against your rib cage as his thumb rubbed against the fabric of your dress. His other hand held yours close to him as your chest pushed against his, leaving no space between the two of you.

Jensen dipped his head low, the scruff of his cheek tickling yours as he whispered in your ear, “I missed you.”

This is the way you should be held.

Helplessly turning to a puddle, you were thankful for his hold on you, otherwise you may have collapsed. The velvety smooth tone of his voice and those words made your knees weak. This feeling—this overwhelming sense of affection that made your heart just about stop but pound at the same time—this was something you’d never felt before. The feel of his hand in yours made your world come into focus to just one person.

Your grip tightened around his neck as you closed what little distance remained between your upper bodies, pulling him so that you could wrap your arm around his shoulders. “I missed you too.”

You danced in silence for a few more moments, thinking briefly about how much those words meant. You’d missed a feeling you’d never felt before but knew within your core that you couldn’t go one more moment without it.

When the song began to shift into another upbeat tune, Jensen regrettably pulled himself from your hold, but to your surprise, he took your hand to lead you to the staircase.

Your heels clicked against the wood as you hurried behind him, neither of you witnessing the grins and giggles that came from your friends who watched him lead you away. At the top of the stairs, he turned to a door that lead outside, opening it and motioning for you to move through with a smile. Small lights hung from a pergola that covered the entire rooftop patio that housed a few tables and chairs for the patrons, but you were drawn to the view. All of downtown Vancouver lit up the night sky, the hustle and bustle of the cars below you adding to its brightness. Stepping closer to the edge, you marveled at the sight.

A pair of strong arms slid around your midsection, the warmth from seeping beneath the fabric of your dress. Jensen’s chin came to rest on your shoulder as his hands folded in front of you, pulling you to him.

Unable to resist, you ran your hands along his forearms as they caged you, quickly threading your fingers with his. A sense of calm washed over you, but still your heartbeat paced, as if being in his arms was both tranquil and exciting.

“Wow. Its beautiful.”

Feeling the hum of vibration coarse through him, Jensen smiled, “You sure are.”

Giggling, you couldn’t help but call him out, “Cheesy, but I’ll take it.”

He quickly spun you in his arms, “I’m serious, sweetheart. You’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

He kept you in his hold with one arm but trailed the other hand up your body, running his palm against your back until it caressed up your shoulder to the base of your neck. Sliding your arms around his waist beneath his suit jacket, you reveled in the feeling.

Jensen ran his thumb against the curve of your jaw, speaking softly, “Y/n, I know we’ve been friends for a long time, and in that time, I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’ve learned what I want out of life, and it took me a while to see that what I’ve wanted has been right here the whole time. I’ve asked myself so many times if I dared to cross this line with you because I never wanted to lose you as a friend.”

Jensen’s freckles danced in the shining light from above and below as your pulse pounded and tears came to your eyes, but his hold never loosened. His hand came to cup your cheek as he continued, “I’ve asked myself so many questions, ‘How would you feel?’ ‘What would you think?’ ‘What would we do?’”

Taking a deep breath, his eyes became downcast, “We’ve both had our share of loneliness in the past, but this has always been there, beneath and beyond our relationships with other people.” When his eyes met yours once more, they were glistening like reflective pools of emerald, his face mere inches from yours. “Y/n, I think we both deserve happiness and if I found that with you, it’d be a dream come true, and I don’t think I can keep this in anymore. What if—what if I told you that—”

“I love you.” You sighed. “Jay, I’ve loved you for so long. I can’t pretend anymore…”

Your words were silenced as his lips crashed to yours.

<Series Masterlist / Part 11 (coming soon)>

A/n 2: I received an anon ask when I was looking for fic ideas(see below) for a Jensen x actress!reader fic a while ago, but recently got hit with a spark of inspiration. This is based off of the song “What if I Said” by Anita Cochran and Steve Wariner and will be a short mini-series. Also there is a wife mentioned in some parts, but I purposefully left this person nameless as to not insinuate anything for Jensen’s real life.                                                                

Anonymous said: Hi! Just saw your post about looking for fic ideas. I’ve had this idea that I really like where reader is an actor on Supernatural and is friends with Jensen. They have a scene where they have to kiss or even just have to be right up in each other’s space and it makes them realize they like each other. It’s probably a common thing to write about, but I thought I’d ask anyway. Thanks!

[pucking-insane]

Speak Now - Ryder Donovan

Player: Ryder Donovan Word Count: 1866 Warnings: Swearing

Inspired by: “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift

I  am not the kind of girl Who should rudely barging in on a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl

The invitation was a surprise to say the least. Of course, you knew Ryder was dating, but you weren’t expecting the “save the date” to come. Immediately, you texted Shay, who, even though you and Ryder had broken up years ago, you remained close with. 

It killed you to know that Ryder had moved on. You were happy that he was happy, but you were still in love with him.

Even though you didn’t really want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding, Shay had convinced you to come as his plus one. 

When you got to the wedding venue, you took a deep breath before even opening your car door.

Y/N Shay I can’t do this

Shay Donovan I know it hurts bub But you need closure I’ll see if I can sneak out to your car

Y/N Thank you

Eventually, there was a knock on your car window. You unlocked your car for Shay, who slid into your passenger seat.

“I can’t do this.” You said quietly.

“I know it’s hard and I know it hurts, but he’s happy.” Shay explained. 

“It should be me.” You cried. “I should be getting ready to marry the love of my life. I should have my hair and makeup done and my dress and jewelry should be on. We should be taking pictures right now.”

“Believe me, Y/N,” Shay sighed. “It should be you.”

“You’re not making this any easier, Donovan.”

“Sorry, bubs.” Shay rubbed your back. “I’ll save a dance for you. That is if Cole or Turcs don’t get to you first.”

“They’re here?”

“Of course they are.” Shay smiled and glanced at his watch. “I should probably get going. But find one of them and you’ll be fine.”

I sneak in and see your friends And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel And she is yelling at a bridesmaid Somewhere back inside a room  Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry

Eventually, you willed yourself to leave your car and walk inside. You quickly spotted the familiar head of curly dark hair you had known since college.

“How’s LA treating you Turcs?” You asked as you fell into the natural conversation.

“Great. Thinking of buying a ring for Tori.” He smiled.

“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” You gave your friend a congratulatory hug.

“What are you doing here?” Alex asked. “Not that I don’t want to see you, I just thought you wouldn’t want to go to your ex-boyfriend’s wedding.”

“Shay asked me to be his plus one, claimed I needed closure.” 

“And how’s that working out for you?”

“Well. I had a mental breakdown in the car, so I’d say things are going swell.” You replied sassily.

You made small talk with Alex, Cole and some of their college teammates joining you. You laughed about the good old college days, when you and Ryder were dating, after all, you did follow him to Madison. You joked about the TikToks that were created in your dorms and the adventures around campus. The four years you spent at the University of Wisconsin were easily the best four years of your life and you were glad to spend it with your good friends, even though some of them left for their NHL teams before the four years were up.

But talking about your college years with the UW-Madison men’s hockey team brought some sadness. You remembered all of the wonderful memories with Ryder. How many times you fell asleep in his room that he shared with Shay, the number of games you attended at the Kohl Center with “R. Donovan” proudly displayed across your shoulders, the picnic lunches you would have on the quad.

Now, the love of your life was probably fixing up his hair, which you knew he was always particular about, one last time before entering the wedding venue. Those would be his last moments as a free man.

This is Surely not what you thought it would be I Lose myself in a daydream Where i stand and say

“Don’t say yes  run away now I’ll meet you when you're out Of the church at the back door Don’t wait Or say a single vow You need to hear me out And they said ‘speak now’”

When you are all seated, you start to lose yourself in your thoughts. 

What would it have been like at your wedding?

You would’ve gotten married in a church, for starters, and there would be far fewer flowers. Your bridesmaids would have been Ryder’s sisters, your college roommate, and a high school friend or two. The color scheme would have been coral and navy, two colors that complimented Ryder’s olive skin. Your first dance song would’ve been something by Dan + Shay. You would’ve had red velvet cake at your reception.

You would’ve been marrying Ryder.

Alex notices that you’re in your head and puts his hand on your leg, giving a quick squeeze to your thigh for reassurance. 

In a perfect world, you would object when the preacher called for objections. You and Ryder would run away together, go to Vegas, and live happily ever after. 

But it wasn’t a perfect world.

Fond Gestures are exchanged And the organ starts to play a song That sounds like a death march And I Am hiding in the curtains It seems that I was uninvited  By a lovely bride-to-be

She Floats down the aisle  Like a pageant queen But I Know You wish it was me You wish it was me, don't you?

The piano starts to play a nice andante movement as the ushers escort Bill and the bride’s mother down the aisle, and the preacher follows. Next, Ryder walks with his mom, giving her a kiss on the cheek before going to stand next to the preacher. 

Cole, who is seated on your right side, gives you a sad smile, knowing how hard this was going to be for you. 

Ryder stands in a black suit, one you had seen countless times on game day, only this time, he wasn’t wearing his usual beanie and a boutonniere was pinned to his chest. 

You lock eyes with your former love as the wedding march starts to play. The doors open and Ryder’s bride and her father stand ready to walk down the aisle. She looked gorgeous. You looked back at Ryder, who had an empty stare. 

He wished it was you walking towards him, and you knew it.

I hear the preacher say “Speak now or forever hold your peace” There’s a silence There’s my last chance I stand up with shaky hands All eyes on me

Horrified looks from everyone in the room But I'm only looking at you

“Dearly beloved,” The preacher starts. “We are gathered here to join Ryder Donovan and Alyssa Johnson in Holy Matrimony. If anyone has just cause as to why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Your heart races in your chest. Alex and Cole both look at you, making sure you don’t speak, Shay doing the same from next to Ryder. 

You stay quiet. If Ryder was truly happy, then you were happy for him. Eventually, you would find someone to be your happily ever after.

You zone out for the rest of the ceremony. Until the vows.

Alyssa had already said her vows, saying “I do” through her tears.

“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder glanced in your direction and then back to the preacher and then to Alyssa. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

Ryder took a deep breath before speaking. 

I am not the kind of girl Who should be rudely barging in On a white veil occasion But you Are not the kind of boy Who should be marrying the wrong girl

“I don’t.”

Gasps come from everyone in the room. Ryder looks in your direction before turning to Alyssa.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I thought I loved you more than I really did. You deserve the world.”

Ryder pressed a kiss to Alyssa’s cheek before walking back down the aisle. 

Shay runs after him, pulling you with him as he runs past you.

“I told you everything would be fine.” Shay smirked.

You and Shay found Ryder back in the groom’s dressing room. He sat with his head in his hands, sobs rocking his body.

“Hey.” Shay says as he approaches his younger brother.

“I just couldn’t do it, Shay,” Ryder cried. “I just couldn’t.”

“It’s okay.” Shay said as he rubbed Ryder’s back.

“I wish I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid when I left for Vegas. I should never have dumped Y/N. Never.”

“She’s here,” Shay said. “You know.”

Ryder looked up, his cheeks soaked with tears and eyes puffy. 

“Can you give us a minute?” Ryder asked.

“Sure.” Shay said, patting you on the back as he left the room.

“Hey.” You said softly.

“I said ‘I don’t’ because of you.” Ryder said, staring into your eyes. “I saw you with Alex and Cole and then as Alyssa walked down the aisle, I wished it was you.”

“I kept imagining what our wedding would have looked like.” You explained. “How you would cry when you saw me and how we would have red velvet cake with lots of cream cheese frosting because it’s our favorite.”

“I’m so stupid for letting you go.” Ryder sighed, taking your hands in his.

“If you love something, set it free.” You smiled. “And if it’s meant to be, it’ll come back.”

Ryder looked into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you on the lips. The kiss was tender yet passionate. 

And you’ll say “Let’s run away now I’ll meet you when I’m out Of my tux  At the back door Baby I didn’t say my vows So glad you were around  when they said ‘speak now.’”

Two years later, you were at another wedding involving Ryder Donovan. But this time, you were the bride and he was the groom. 

Ryder cried as you walked down the aisle and you had tears in your eyes yourself.

“Do you, Ryder Donovan, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse,” Ryder smiled wide as the preacher spoke. “For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”

“I do.” He smiled at you, squeezing your hands.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Minnesota, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The preacher smiled. “You may kiss the bride.”

Ryder pulled you in for a kiss and whispered in your ear. 

“I’m so glad you were around when they said ‘speak now.’”

[setsuna-maru]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale, 半妖の夜叉姫 | Hanyou no Yashahime | Yashahime: Princess Half-Demon (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rin/Sesshoumaru (InuYasha) Characters: Rin (InuYasha), Sesshoumaru (InuYasha), Zero (Hanyou no Yashahime), Riku (Hanyou no Yashahime), Jaken (InuYasha) Additional Tags: Pre-Hanyou no Yashahime, Canon-Typical Violence, Established Relationship, Dreams and Nightmares, Angst, Pregnancy, Horror Elements Summary:

Rin and Sesshoumaru have embarked on the life of expectant parents to hanyo twins but not everyone is happy for the devoted couple. In the shadows awaits a spider whose venomous bite will both rekindle old nightmares and create entirely new ones.

Zero, still resentful from the Inu no Taisho's rejection and death hundreds of years earlier, schemes to bring down his son Sesshoumaru and his human bride.

All the while, the ill-fated pair will make the most of their fleeting time together, forging a unique path and dancing to their own rhythm.

Chapter 1: the night bandits/venus; the star love, who waits for the moon

nocturne one: the night bandits

(in the darkest point of night, I want you to be here like before...)

 It’s as though Rin has been sent back in time, for she finds herself walking around her old village; a small child once again. She's having trouble coming to terms with the sudden reversal. Looking down at her body she sees tiny, bare feet and a distinct lack of womanly curves. Her kimono is one she remembers well but hasn't worn in many years. A pinkish-red garment that wraps around her lithe, diminutive frame as she brushes her now child-sized hands across it in confusion and disbelief. Her view of her surroundings is that of a child’s too; once more knee-high to the rest of the world, she must gaze upwards at seemingly everyone and everything she comes across. 

  This isn't right  , she thinks. We're all those years just a dream? Had she never really grown up? Had  Sesshoumaru-sama  been merely a dream? All of her adventures? The time spent living with Kaede-sama in the miko's village? It's heartbreaking to think that the entire life that she lived since leaving this place might never have actually happened at all. She wonders, sadly,  what about her babies? An expectant mother—the last she remembered—at the age she's regressed to, motherhood could be enacted only with dolls and her own imagination.

 She idly wanders the village, re-visiting all the old landmarks of her childhood. She passes the paddy fields, the fish preserve, the drunken old hermit who always sat beside the same rock with a bottle of sake clutched in his hand. When he drank he liked to sing songs about the good old days and he sings the same one each time she passes. “ That’s the sound of a million ships/ just sailin’ away/it can feel like before/comin’ through, either way.”  At one point, Rin even comes upon the dilapidated shack that she'd lived in after becoming an orphan. She enters it and there’s a wolf, curled up asleep on her bed of straw and she swiftly but silently backs away until she’s on the main pathway again.

 She remembers how to get to her childhood home; knows the path like the back of her hand. She chooses to avoid it; backtracking or taking a sudden swing in the opposite direction when she realizes she’s getting too close. It’s as if returning there would mean accepting that her life since the death of her family had been nothing more than an illusion. She’s not ready for that. She’s still in denial, thinking that if she turns the right corner she’ll end up back under a tree; her head in Sesshoumaru’s lap, their hanyo twins growing in her womb. It’s as if the village itself is waiting on her to accept her retrogradation; the villagers do not speak to her or seem to even acknowledge that she’s there. It’s like she’s caught in some strange limbo; unable to rejoin this world but prevented from moving on. She floats through the village like a spirit who does not belong there anymore. A stranger in a body she can't accept as her own; merely the puppeteer of it's bird-like, underdeveloped limbs.

 Eventually, the world gets tired of waiting for her while she wanders around in circles and Rin is deposited into her childhood home. She had taken a left at the singing hermit (“ That’s the sound of a million ships/just sailin’ away/it can feel like before/comin’ through, either way.”) and walked directly into the cozy wooden house of her youth. Her mother is sitting in the middle of the room,  tending to the fire pit. Her brothers play a game in the corner. Her father has dozed off on the straw mat, exhausted after a long day.

 Her mother adds another log to the burning flames and addresses her daughter. “Rin, don’t be lazy. You’ve been mucking around for years now. Enough is enough. Come help your  Oka .”

 Rin’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Her mother  knew; knew Rin had been gone for  years. How could she have let her mother think she’d abandoned the family like that? What kind of daughter was she? Why would she ever—

  None of this makes any sense. She’d had every reason to believe that her family were dead and gone forever. She’d  watched  them die. It had seemed so real; her most painful memory. The one that had continued to haunt her for long after. She'd watched these people  die  but here they were, nonetheless.

 She looks at her now-living family and wants to feel happy. That horrible night; the screaming, the stabbing, the blood—It had all been just some terrible dream. And now, they’ve been given a second chance. She could look forward to the future where her family was alive and they could all be together again.

 But, despite telling herself this, Rin can’t muster up a single feeling of happiness at the sight in front of her. It was like looking at ghosts. Ghosts that don’t even realize they’re ghosts.

  Dead dead dead.  All of you are  dead, she thinks.

 A bright, orange light starts to emit from outside. Rin turns around. There’s light emitting from the lone window at the front wall and from a bright square that has formed around the doorway.  She goes over and pushes the doorway curtain aside to see what’s going on but the light is so bright it nearly blinds her. She reaches an arm up to cover her eyes as she lets the curtain fall.

 When she opens her eyes again, everything is dark. She's still in her family's old house but it’s almost pitch-black and she struggles to make out the forms of her parents and brothers, asleep under their covers. The orange glow begins to peek through the window again and the room is gradually illuminated with the color—the color of flames, she realizes.

 Against the far wall, the orange light begins to morph into distinctive shapes. Hulking men in armor with weapons in their grasps. Behind her she can hear the stomping of horse hoofs and the cries of the neighbors. The orange glow illuminates the entire room now, in a mockery of daylight. The light is oppressive and overly luminescent and makes it seem as though the house could explode into flames at any second.

 The stomping noise is now dangerously close and Rin dives out of the path of the doorway moments before men on horseback crash through the front wall of the house. It's instant chaos as the horses neigh loudly, the men shout and her family screams as they scramble out of bed.

 Rin’s only instinct is to escape. It makes her feel like a terrible coward but she knows she'll surely be killed if she stays. The bandits have already started on her parents. One of them roughly grabs her mother, yanking off the kimono she'd been sleeping under and stabbing her with a long spear. The painful howls emitting from her mother’s mouth are even more awful to hear than the sight is to witness.

 She needs to get away. Praying the chaos will be enough to allow her to get out of the house unnoticed, she props herself up on her hands and knees and crawls as quickly and quietly as she can to the doorway. As soon as she makes it outside, she climbs to her feet and breaks into a run.

 Her escape doesn't bring safety though. It did, once. In a memory she no longer trusts was ever real.

 The bandits are everywhere. 

 There's no direction she can run to avoid them. While she stands immobile in the middle of the village, desperately considering her dwindling options, the bandits begin to notice her. They point and yell. "The little girl, let's take her too!"

 "Grab her before she gets away!"

 "Kill her if she tries to resist!"

 "Kill her anyway!"

 They begin to advance on her and Rin can think of only way she could possibly be saved.

 "Sesshoumaru-sama!" She screams. But it's too early. He doesn't know her yet. If he ever really existed at all. If he wasn't just a dream she'd made up in her mind.

 "Sesshoumaru-sama!" She screams again. She screams his name over and over again until she feels the bandits blade in her side and the moist flow of blood as it drips down her skin.

 tarantella one: venus; the star love, who waits for the moon

(when you go, do you miss me?)

 Rin's eyes snap open and in her first few manic moments of consciousness, Rin bolts to a sitting position and pulls her kimono up to examine her leg. The sensation of something wet on her thigh is still there. A quick exploration with her fingers confirms this and her heart drops. She pushes more of the fabric out of the way to get a better view and her eyes land on the trail of blood running down her leg.

  Real, real, it was real, she thinks as she frantically searches for a wound. Something had really hurt her,  stabbed her,  and now she was going to bleed out on the forest floor. In her distressed state, she ignores what should be the curious lack of pain if she had indeed suffered a flesh wound. Instead, she continues to look for evidence of the deep cut she’s convinced is somewhere on her body.

 "Rin," a low, deep voice breaks into her panicked thoughts.

 "Calm yourself.” Sesshoumaru leans down on one knee beside her, his clawed hand coming to cradle her chin.

 “The bleeding just started. I smelled it and was about to wake you." The voice is measured but laced with concern. She was one of the few people who have recognized the nuance.

 It’s such a relief for Rin to hear that voice. Just hearing his voice and being in his presence grounds her and she allows herself to accept that the experience had only been a nightmare and she's now safely back in the real world.

 She  was  bleeding, though. Rin examines her leg closer. She's calmer now but still disorientated from the nightmare. Not completely back to reality just yet.

 "Rin was having a nightmare," she says. "Someone stabbed me in my leg. There was so much blood," she explains.

 "There's no wound," Sesshoumaru reassures her. "It was just a dream. The bleeding; it’s from your cycle.” His keen sense of smell meant he could accurately judge the difference.

 She gulped nervously. “Do you think the babies are alright?”

 “It’s probably nothing to worry about,” he reassures her again, although they’re both well aware that he’s hardly an expert in the subject.

 This isn’t the first time this has happened to her. Rin had been a midwife-in-training and knew that women were supposed to cease bleeding during pregnancy, so when she’d bled the first time after knowing she was with child she’d panicked, believing she was having a miscarriage. Sesshomaru had had to rush her to the nearest human village so she could be told by a jaded local midwife with an obvious distaste for human-yokai relations that she hadn’t suffered a miscarriage. Apparently, continuing to bleed even while pregnant was normal and didn’t necessarily indicate a problem. Though, even with this information, Rin still found herself becoming anxious each time it happened subsequently.

 “Rin is going to the pond to clean up,” she says, rising to her feet. “Will you wait here until I come back?” Her nightmare had greatly disturbed her and she really doesn’t want to return to find herself alone.

 Sesshoumaru nodded and Rin began to walk toward the pond. Another stream of blood rolls down the length of her thigh and she holds her kimono and her underlayer up and away from her body. They were already slightly bloodied and she doesn’t want to risk staining them further.

 It’s still very early in the morning. The sun has yet to come up and Rin has to strain her eyes to tell where she's going and walk slowly so she won’t trip over anything. Treading barefoot across the lush field at such an ethereal hour, she’s able to relax slightly. The stark, cool sensation of dewy blades of grass catching between her toes is refreshing compared to the warm, sticky blood that drips down her legs.

 Rin wonders if the nightmares about her family’s death will ever go away completely. They had become significantly less frequent over the years and she’d gotten to the point where she could go months without having one at all. But they always returned. There seemed to be no comfort in the entire world, not even the devotion of Sesshoumaru-sama himself, that could keep them at bay.

 She reached the pond and stripped off her kimono, leaving herself clad only in her hadajuban. She carefully rinses the blood out of the cloth and then sets it aside. Splashing some of the pond water onto her legs, Rin cleans the sticky liquid from her skin. Once she finishes, she picks up her kimono and begins to walk back before pausing to admire the sky. Dawn would be breaking soon; the first hints of sunlight were peeking out over the horizon, leaving only the brightest stars still visible.

 “Beautiful, isn’t it,” a man’s voice, unfamiliar to her ears, breaks into her reverie.

 Rin jumps a little, startled. She’d had no idea anyone else was even out there. Even though it’s still quite dark, she pulls her dampened kimono back on. It would be improper for a married woman like herself to be seen in her hadajuban by someone who wasn’t her husband. Once she’s convinced she’s decent enough, she darts her head around in search of the voice's origin. Blinking into the fading darkness, she spots a figure perched atop a rock at the edge of the pond.  Had that person been there the entire time?

 Rin could just make out the man’s appearance. He was fairly tall, with chin-length hair and wearing a dark kosode under a lighter colored haori and a pair of striped hakama. Despite addressing her, the man wasn’t looking towards her. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the lightening sky.

 “That bright planet that hangs up there on early mornings like this; do you know the name of it?” he asks her.

 Rin looks back to the sky, where one star burned bigger and brighter than any of the others.

 “Oh,” she says, “‘that’s ‘the metal star’ isn’t it?” That was the name that Rin had known it by, although Miroku-sama had told them other names for it he had been aware of, like Jīn-xīng and Shukra Graha.

 “Venus; the morning star,” the man says, eyes transfixed on the celestial object in question.  “The star of love.”

 Rin was intrigued by the man’s description. She could understand why it would be called ‘the morning star’ but...

 “Why, ‘the star of love?’”

 “There exists a far-off land called Rome,” he tells her, “where they ‘do as the Romans do’ as they say!” He says this with a laugh but Rin doesn’t get the reference and isn’t sure what about it is supposed to be funny.

 “The ancient Romans worshipped Venus as their goddess of love and named the brightest star in the sky in her honor.”

 “Ah!” he continues, “but the Romans aren’t the only ones who associate this star with love. Travel west towards the continent and you’ll find those who refer to it by two names; sao Mai, the morning star and sao Hôm, the evening star. Because they’re considered distinct entities, existing at different times, they’re likened to separated lovers. They also have another word for the same star, sao Vượt—The climbing star.”

 The sky was becoming lighter and lighter as the man talked and Rin could make out his physical appearance more clearly now. He looked young and not really like any human Rin had encountered, with his auburn-colored hair. But he didn’t look like a yokai either. Perhaps he was a traveling foreigner; it would explain how he knew so much about far-away lands and cultures.

 “The climbing star?” she inquires.

 The man nods. “They have a poem about it; ‘When you go, do you miss me? I am the climbing star waiting for the moon in the sky .’”

 “That’s beautiful,” Rin says. It reminds her of a song she used to sing.  ‘I will wait, all alone/For Sesshoumaru-sama’s return.’

 That was what she was, Rin thinks. A climbing star. A morning star. Venus, with all her love, who waits for her evening moon.

 “It is?” the man asks. “Beautiful?”

 “Yes,” Rin nods. “It reminds me of a song I used to sing.”

 “Oh?” he says, finally turning to look at her. There’s a peculiar expression on his face. “What did it sound like—Your song?”

 Rin feels a sudden sense of unease at the tone in his voice.

 “Was it…” he hums a brief melody, “the sound of a million ships, just sailing away… ”

 Rin can feel her heart sink. She  knows  she’s heard that before. But  where had she heard that before? It sounded so familiar to her but try as she might, she just couldn’t place it. She racks her brain, trying to come up with the memory.

 The man continues to stare at her, vacantly. All the friendliness from before has been drained away.

 “Rin,” Sesshoumaru’s voice says from behind her. “Is this man bothering you?”

 Rin turns around to see him standing there, eyes slightly narrowed.

 “No, Sesshoumaru-sama, everything is fine. This man was just telling Rin about—”

 She turns back to the mysterious stranger but there’s no one perched atop the rock and the man is nowhere to be seen.

[uninspired--poet]

Kara almost always felt relieved after a successful detail. Almost always.

She wasn’t sure why this time felt different as she adjusted the lapels of her suit and followed Lena through the heavy maroon curtains towards the back exit of the venue.

Lena’s words still rang in her mind. Fierce, stalwart words regarding the protection of Alien privacy and rights in the workplace. The bill she’d proposed months ago was a big deal. It had echoed throughout the country and throughout the world. It was groundbreaking.

It was dangerous.

Maybe that’s why Kara was listening even harder than she usually did. Maybe that’s why the hairs on her arms were lifting and catching against her stiff dress shirt beneath her jacket as she moved closer to Lena when they finally hit the back door that led to the blocked-off street and to safety from the throng of people who had, effectively, made this side of town more of a celebration than a functioning city.

The shouting and commotion had Kara struggling to focus on any one sound. On any one possible threat. That, combined with the rest of her detail in the comm in one of her ears had her opening herself up so much that she feared she might lose her hearing, entirely.

“All clear for Halcyon. Transport ready.”

Kara let out a little sigh of relief as she rested a hand against Lena’s back and guided her out from under the awning they’d been waiting in and towards the convoy of blacked-out cars that were waiting. One to carry Lena - three to distract.

Kara knew just which one they were headed for.

“Let’s go, Lena,” She urged near Lena’s ear.

They’d made it halfway to the car when a sudden commotion near the guard rails drew Kara’s attention away.

Her brow furrowed when she saw one of her agents struggling with someone who had broken through and only made it a few feet into their perimeter before being stopped.

She gave Lena a gentle push to keep her heading for the car as she stood between the would-be approacher and the car Lena was headed for just in case. Another agent took her place at Lena’s side in an easy, practiced move - escorting Lena the rest of the way while Kara continued assuring the situation was being handled.

That’s when it hit her. A strange, quiet sound. Something soft and indiscernible beneath the raucous atmosphere that had followed the briefing. Continuous. Rhythmic.

Kara held her breath and lowered her eyes to the ground as she honed in on the noise coming from somewhere very nearby.

Very nearby.

A timer.

“Lena!”

In her sudden flood of fear, Kara had forgotten any and all code words. Any and all protocol regarding Lena’s name.

She turned just as the timer ticked one last time, and everything around her seemed to slow to a stop as Lena turned her head sharply in Kara’s direction, her eyes wide and full of fear.

“Down! Get her-” The other agent didn’t even have time to respond to Kara’s order, and Kara knew it.

So, when the blast hit, Lena found herself suddenly and inexplicably covered by the weight of Kara’s body pressing her own down into the pavement. Kara, who had been so far away just a moment ago.

Kara, whose body jerked hard down into her own when the first shockwave washed over them.

She made the most terrible noise against Lena’s still-ringing ears.

A strangled scream mixed with a grunt of pain as the air around them filled quickly and utterly with thick, green, acrid smoke.

Kara was dazed at first.

She wasn’t used to feeling pain. Oh, she’d trained for it, sure. She’d even been injured a time or two by some clever foes.

But this.

Breathing in thick gulps of the only thing that could really hurt her. Feeling it burn into her flesh through the shrapnel that had torn through her suit jacket.

Kryptonite.

What else? Kara didn’t know. She only knew that she had to move.

So she did. She dragged Lena forward underneath herself and used her vision to look through the smoke no one else could see through to find the body of the agent who’d been nearest to Lena.

She didn’t have time to consider him. She only had time to reach into his jacket pocket with a violently trembling hand to pull out a collapsible mask most agents kept inside their jacket. A mask that Kara didn’t need. Usually.

She pressed it over Lena’s face. “Hold this tight.”

Lena did exactly as she was told, and with every ounce of strength she still had in her - Kara lifted her from the ground and rushed for the waiting, open door of the car.

Lena suffered quite a few more bruises when Kara loaded her into the car and landed on top of her with much less purpose than she had before, and as soon as she’d shut the door, she managed to groan into the comm in her ear.

“Halcyon secure. Move.”

It had all happened so fast. Yet it seemed to Lena like it had taken an eternity for the car to start moving. For the filtration systems to kick in and the tears in her irritated eyes to begin to clear.

She was still a little out of it when she finally turned her head towards Kara to find her...utterly still.

“Kara?”

Lena’s voice was trembling. The fear that had already gripped her compounded tenfold, then.

She slid her arms around Kara’s back in an attempt to lift them and gasped sharply when she felt the warm, wet heat of blood seeping through the tattered back of Kara’s jacket.

“Kara!”

Lena rolled her off of herself and Kara let out a shuddering groan when her back met the floor of the car.

“I’m sorry. Oh God, I’m sorry, Kara. Fuck. Fuck.” Lena was almost sobbing as she looked down at her hands to find them covered in angry, bright crimson.

“What do I do?” Lena asked in an urgent whisper as she touched everywhere she could reach on Kara.

“What they tell you to do,” Kara managed to whisper, managing to open her eyes just enough to see Lena’s face. Her scuffed cheek. The tears streaking through the dust on her skin. “I’m so sorry.”

“Kara, don’t say that,” Lena gasped as she reached for Kara’s face and cradled it in her hands. Perhaps for the first time, she noticed faint green, sickly lines where the capillaries ran beneath her skin. “Kara, please.”

Kara’s eyes slipped shut then and Lena looked around frantically as she pulled Kara’s head into her lap.

“Help!” Lena’s voice was hoarse as the car just kept speeding along as it had been. No regard for Kara or for the agent probably still lying on the ground at the venue. “Please!”

Lena was screaming, now. Angrily. Bitterly, as she lifted a hand to bang on the bullet-proof partition between her in the driver.

No response.

They were just driving.

“Fuck you!” Lena shouted at the driver as she began rocking for lack of anything else to do. “Fuck you!”

Lena had shouted and cried herself into a trembling, half-aware mess by the time they were pulling into an underground garage at the White House she’d forgotten the existence of.

She only loosely recognized a few faces when the door was opened and Kara was pulled away from her. She struggled, then. She fought weakly against those that were trying to take her away.

“Lena, please,”

Her bleary eyes darted up to land on Alex, then. Alex, who looked about as pale as a sheet.

“Let me help her.”

Lena nodded weakly and finally released her grip on Kara’s jacket.

She watched her for as long as she could while other agents and medical staff led her away.

Kara looked so small being put on the stretcher they’d brought out. She looked small, at least, until Lena lost consciousness entirely. Until the combination of shock, grief, and what was probably a rather impressive concussion finally got the better of her.

When she woke, it would be in her own bed with a fresh bandage on the scrape on her face. Superficial, the nurse looking after her reassured her. Wouldn’t even scar.

Lena didn’t care. God, she didn’t give a fuck about scars right then.

All she cared about was getting to Kara.

Yet, when she tried to get up - the nurse placed a gentle hand on her shoulder just when her head began to spin and she urged her back down.

“You need to rest, Ma’am,”

“No,” Lena argued as she nudged the offending hand away and moved to the edge of the bed. “No, where is Agent Danvers? I need to see Agent Danvers.”

“I don’t know, Ma’am. My only concern right now is your well-being,” The nurse explained in a tone that was both gentle and grating all at once.

“Well then I need you to check for me or I’m going to get out of this bed and look until I pass out and there’s nothing you can do about it. Understand?” Lena had never been harsh with her staff. Ever. She treated them like gold, and she had a wonderful reputation around the White House. Maybe that’s why the nurse looked at her with such understanding and sympathy even after the way she’d just been spoken to.

“Will you rest if I do that?” She asked with a furrow between her brows as Lena looked at her sharply for a moment before laying back down.

“Yes,” She lied, rather convincingly.

The nurse sighed and fixed her pillows from where she’d messed them up in her graceless attempt at getting up, and made her way towards the door.

Lena was out of bed and finding her footing not even a minute after the nurse was out of sight.

It was night time. That much she knew. So it’d been at least a couple of hours since the attack. Or whatever it’d been. The nurse would’ve known, right? If Kara hadn’t…

No. Kara made it. She had to have made it.

Even the thought of the alternative had Lena throwing her robe over her shoulders and dashing down the halls quickly, much to the alarm of the various agents posted here and there. Heightened security.

Lena should��ve known.

Yet, she was a veritable force as she stalked towards the medical wing. Unrelenting. Unapologetic.

Unfortunately, Lena soon found out what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

That immovable object just happened to be Alex - catching her as she swayed on her feet after a rather rough impact that had Lena grunting and Alex sighing heavily.

“You should be in bed. The entire floor is in a panic trying to figure out how to control this situation, and you aren’t making it any better.”

Lena almost apologized when she saw the look of exhaustion on Alex’s face. The lines of worry etched by her eyes and in her forehead.

“Nobody will tell me how Kara is,” She said instead, her voice a whisper - her eyes pleading. “Nobody will tell me what’s going on.”

Alex looked at Lena closely for a moment as she gripped her upper arms firmly to keep her still and to keep her on her feet.

“I’m sure someone was going to brief you, Lena. Had you just stayed in bed like I advised the medical team to have you do. I wasn’t looking forward to having to fire someone today on top of everything else, but-”

“Don’t fire anyone, Alex,” Lena breathed as she slowly shrugged out of Alex’s grip. “I tricked her into leaving so I could find out what was going on, myself.”

“How presidential of you,” Alex spat out, clearly frustrated. Clearly hurting.

But Lena looked so wounded that Alex regretted what she’d said as soon as it left her lips.

“I’m sorry,” Alex sighed, and Lena nodded faintly. “I know you’re worried. I know you’re confused. I just...we don’t need to have this conversation in the hallway.”

Alex glanced over Lena’s shoulder at a swiftly approaching agent, and she held a hand up to stop him.

“I need to look her over. I’ll bring her back to her rooms when I’m done,” Alex said simply, and he stopped in his tracks. Being the Presidential Doctor had its perks, after all. “Let the rest of the detail know.”

“Sure, Doc. I, uh...I think she might’ve bumped her head a little harder than we thought. You might wanna take a look at it.”

“I’ll be sure to,” Alex offered with a little half-smile, and the agent meandered for a while longer.

Alex didn’t offer him any information, despite the fact that she knew everyone who worked under Kara was really having a time. It wasn’t her call. None of this was her call, really. But she couldn’t leave Lena out in the cold for much longer. She didn’t have it in her.

Lena followed Alex down the hall. Then, down a corridor. That’s when they reached passageways even Lena wasn’t familiar with. And then rooms beyond that that were as out of place in the White House as anything Lena could ever have imagined.

When yet another automated door slid shut behind them, Alex finally turned to face her, and she looked as lost as she was worried now.

“Alex...where are we?”

“That’s not important,” Alex responded quietly, finally letting her mask fall away. The circles under her eyes looked darker under the fluorescent lights that were casting their steady glow down over them. “What’s important is the fact that Kara is in the next room, and that she’s...fighting.”

“Fighting?” Lena asked as she took a step closer to Alex. She didn’t care about the fact that her voice broke on the word.

“Yes,” Alex responded with a sigh. “She’s fighting as hard as she can. We’ve managed to flush a great deal of Kryptonite from her system. She’s got every sun lamp we have on her. And she’s fighting.”

“That’s what was in the bomb?” Lena asked breathlessly, her mind still working a million miles a minute trying to keep up. “Kryptonite?”

Alex nodded faintly. It was more of a surrender than a nod, all things told.

“She’s not human,” Lena whispered as her face fell and her eyes widened. The shock washed over her so fast and so hard that it took her breath away for a moment. “She’s Kyryptonian.”

“Yeah,” Alex whispered as she looked away, too. “That’s why she does what she does. Why she is what she is. Why she’s so good at it.”

“That explains a lot,” Lena whispered, trying her best to speak coherently past the soreness in her throat. “Please let me see her. Please.”

“Okay,” Alex agreed more easily than Lena had expected, and Lena shuffled behind her into yet another secret room. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Kara laying there, half-covered beneath a sheet - surrounded by so many lamps it was almost blinding at first.

But even if those lights had blinded her - even if they’d burned the very skin off her bones - Lena still would’ve jogged to side of her bed and reached quickly for her hand.

“I don’t know if she can hear you,” Alex explained quietly as she glanced at a few monitors quickly and then looked back down at Kara. “She’s been stable for the past hour or so. That’s a good sign.”

Lena nodded weakly, and cleared her throat as tears danced in her eyes without falling.

“She’s trying,” Alex continued, her voice a little softer as she reached across Kara’s bed to give Lena’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah,” Lena gasped with a weak smile, and Alex nodded.

“I’ll give you a few, yeah?”

Lena nodded again. Words were quickly becoming a thing she was no longer capable of.

The moment she heard the door slide shut behind her, the first sob broke past her throat. Followed by an uncontrollable bout of them as she leaned down against Kara’s chest and buried her face against it for a while. At least hearing her heartbeat was a bit of a comfort. As much of one as she was able to find, right then.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lena finally asked in a broken whimper. “Why? I trusted you, Kara.”

Kara didn’t respond, of course. She couldn’t. No matter how hard Lena held her hand. No matter how bitterly she cried.

Until, finally, she cried herself out and slowly pushed herself away from Kara’s chest to find the wet spot her tears had left on her hospital gown.

After a while, she reached out and cradled Kara’s cheek. It was almost alarmingly warm.

“I need you,” Lena said - her voice raw and broken. “Please. Please, come back to me. I...I love you.”

Lena imagined it would be like the movies. That she would confess her love and Kara’s eyes would flutter open and the corners of her lips would turn up in that precious, warm smile of hers.

But this wasn’t a movie. And the only response she got was the steady beeping of the various monitors surrounding them.

The door slid open behind her, and she turned to find Alex approaching her slowly.

“You really should be resting,” Alex said quietly. “I’m not going anywhere until she wakes up, don’t worry. You’ll be the first to know. But you can’t stay down here with us. You know that. You kicked an anthill running from your room earlier.”

“Yeah. And you saved my ass,” Lena finished for her with a quiet sigh. “I’ll go. But Alex, please...I...please fix her.”

Alex nodded. “I’m trying. We’re trying. Trust me.”

“I do,” Lena glanced one more time at Kara, and then slowly let go of her hand so she could follow Alex out of the room. It felt like she was leaving everything she had left in her behind. Including what little strength she’d somehow found to make it here.

Thankfully, the presence of everyone walking past them had her feeling a little steadier. Mostly because she didn’t have a choice. She was still the president. Even if she would’ve thrown it all away without a second thought right now if it meant Kara would just be okay, again.

So, she returned to bed. She sucked it up and apologized to the nurse who’d been assigned to sit with her. A nurse who got a glare from Alex, but nothing more serious than that.

“I’m going to give you something to help you relax,” Alex said as she cut her eyes in the direction of the nurse. “Because you need to get some sleep.”

“Another nurse will be by shortly,” Alex continued as Lena removed her robe and climbed stiffly back into bed. She was really starting to feel all those bruises, now, and Alex noticed her wince despite how she tried to hide it. “She’ll have something for the pain, too.”

“I’ll make sure she stays put this time,” The attending nurse said as Alex notated a few things on Lena’s chart before slipping her little tablet back into the front pocket of her coat.

“I sure hope so,” Alex responded before turning her back on both of them and leaving rather quickly. No doubt in a hurry to get back to her sister.

Lena didn’t blame her.

She’d be right there with her if she could be.

There were just too many things in her way.

Not the least of which were the pounding in her head and the throbbing ache that had her curling into herself in bed and the nurse doing some very undesired worrying over her.

Lena didn’t want that. She didn’t want the pills that came soon thereafter. She didn’t want sleep to take her the way it did even sooner after that.

All she wanted was Kara.

[nomnomsik]

Eavesdropping - (m)

Word Count: 2.1K

Pairing: Idol!Jimin x Idol!Reader

A/N: To @chinkbihh bc she was being a hoe for Jimin. 

Trigger warning: DOM!JIMIN, Smut, profanity, possessiveness, yandere-themes, humiliation, protection is used. Please do not read if you are sensitive to these topics. [EDITED]

The endless sea of chants and screams roared, filling the whole venue. A bright smile was ingrained in the idol’s face which hid all of his fatigue and annoyance. The end of the year award shows wrapped up all the music that had come out in a pretty little bow; the most influential and popular ones being rewarded in the form of a glamorous award.

Each time his group was called for an award, Jimin hid his smirk behind a polite smile and his constant bows to other idols. He was finally being rewarded for all the struggle his group had to go through and those bastard idols who constantly looked down on them. The rewards were finally and rightfully his. Jimin had to remind himself not to get too carried away with his smug. But, how could you blame him when his group was snatching all the important awards of the night?

To top off his pleasant mood, your group had also attended the award show. Not only did you look gorgeous like usual, but the dress hugged your body that it was difficult for him to not stare at your ass. For once, he was actually thanking those ridiculous Korean beauty standards. He couldn’t stop staring at your thighs and legs, completely infatuated with your confidence and aura. You already killed the red carpet, articles popping up left and right minutes after your appearance. You were the gem of the group and you knew it. Your attitude completely hooked him in. He just had to have you.

Jimin was waiting for this award show because for once in his life, you were MC’ing with him. He was going to stand right next to you, converse with you, and maybe later in the backstage, seduce you. Jimin sat with a straight poker face, his legs crossed over each other and his hands shoved in his pockets. Excitement built up in his body as scandalous thoughts popped in his head.

How he just wanted to shove you into the bathroom and have his way with you. He wanted you to cry out his name, bend to his will, and lose all of your innocence at his hand. Jimin stared blankly at the performance on stage, completely lost in his racy thoughts that he didn’t feel the touch on his shoulder. With a harder shake, Jimin was forced to turn around, looking up at his manager who pointed to the backstage entrance. Jimin brushed himself off as he ducked and made his way through the black curtain.

The hair and makeup stylists retouched their work as he sat in the changing room. He wore his black suit with the low cut black shirt underneath that exposed his the top of his chest. His rose gold locks fell over his eyes as he let out a frustrated sigh. He couldn’t focus at all.

“Whatever.” He muttered, trusting himself to just go with the flow. With a push, he stood up, the stylists desperately trying to get their finishing touches as if it actually mattered. His manager guided him through the hallway as the staff hooked him up with his mic pack that was pushed in his back pocket. He kept his cool as he was finally introduced to you, your outfit also changed.

You wore a black lace knee-length dress with a cascading waterfall opening chiffon jacket. The ends of your dress were delicately accompanied with a scalloped lace hem trim. Jimin almost felt his jaw fall in amazement as he stared. As he looked down, the gleam of your heels caught his eye. Your feet were comfortably strapped in a pointed cross-strap heel decorated with a crystal on the back. The heel was maybe almost four inches and yet you stood straight, clearly not bothered by it at all. Although you had the chiffon jacket overtop of your dress, he could see just how tight the wrapped around the curves of your body.

His eye twitched in irritation as the male staff attached the mic pack onto the back of your dress. He watched as the staffer pushed your chiffon jacket to the side, revealing your bare arms and helping you hook the pack with a bundle of cloth. Jimin glared at the male staff behind you back, earning an apologetic bow from him. The corners of his lips curled up as he had complete control over the people in the room.

Of course, they won’t want to mess with one of the most influential artists here. You better step back, that’s right.

As you looked over to Jimin, he bent his elbow, microphone in hand. You wrapped your arm around him, the staff giving you a countdown before your entrance. To Jimin, this was a pre-debut to the world of his relationship with you. The most beautiful woman of the night, arm wrapped around his as the two of you took powerful strides onto the stage. The pleasant sound of your heels clacking on the crisp floor further increased his smugness. It was a small thing, but so satisfying and sexy to him. The two of your charismatic looks earned the squeal of thousands, the loud screams bouncing off the large walls.

On the other hand, you were oblivious to his intentions, your sole goal of not messing up on live television. Jimin was handsome, his bright smile directed towards all the cameras catching his every angle. It made you flustered inside that you stood next to one of the most sought out man by so many. Like the professional he was, Jimin noticed your slight nervousness and hesitation. He picked up his mic, bringing it up to his mouth as he read the first cue card. Jimin’s voice broke you out of your hesitancy, as you brought your own mic to your lips, smiling up as if nothing had happened.

There she is.

Jimin smiled proudly, his eyes always looking straight ahead. The rest of the night had gone smoothly, you and Jimin sharing some funny moments live. Normally, the aegyo the show would force the MC’s to do would make him cringe. But he found it quite endearing and interesting that you were willing to humiliate yourself like that. Maybe you were into that. He’ll find out later anyway.

The next shift of MC’s were up as Jimin waited for you to wrap your arm around him again. The two of you gave waves to the crowd as you both stepped off the stage. The backstage crew immediately huddled around you, taking the earpiece off and the cue cards. As soon as you had handed your batch of cue cards, Jimin had dragged you by the wrist. You sputtered, unsure why this famous man was touching you at all. His touch made you feel dirty as he led you down the hall. He was too high above you that your face heated up in embarrassment.

Jimin pushed the door to the men’s room open, dragging you to the last stall and pulling you in. The back of his hand caressed the smooth surface of your cheek as you stared at him with fear in your eyes.

“Uh, Mr. Park… W-what are-... I mean what’s going on…” You looked around in the small stall as Jimin stood a bit taller over you.

“Do you know how annoying it is to watch you flaunt around in this outfit, completely blind to all the hungry stares directed at you?” He seethed, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

“Mr. Park, I knew that though… There’s not much I can do about it though…” You murmured, a sudden wash of submissiveness overcoming your body. It was a peculiar sensation that you never really felt before. But you wanted to please him through your obedience.

A smirk graced the corner of his lips as he let out a chuckle. “Oh, so you’re one of those girls, huh?”

“Mr. Park, I would greatly appreciate it if you could let me out. I’m very tired.” You ignored his comment, remembering that this meeting could change both of your careers forever.

“Turn around.”

“E-excuse me?” You squeaked.

“I said, turn around.”

You turned your body around until you were no longer facing him anymore. Not only was his voice threatening, but the desire to make him happy sent a thrill up your body. Jimin’s hand landed on your ass, rubbing his hand through the fabric of your dress. With a loud slap, his hand sent a shock through your body as you felt your legs on the verge of giving in and falling.

Jimin grabbed both of your hands, pulling them behind your back. He pulled your arms and forced your back to his chest as he whispered into your ear.

“I’m going to fuck you here and now. How does that sound, baby?”

“U-um, Mr. Park…” You gulped, embarrassment flushing your face. “Make it quick.”

“What happened to that confident woman from before?” Jimin sneered, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall a bit. He brought his hand into the inside pocket, pulling out a very familiar wrapper and ripping the top with his teeth.

“Why the fuck do you have that with you?!” You blurted out, your face searing in embarrassment.

“Because I know I get what I want in the end.”

He pulled your dress up to your stomach, his fingers brushing over the wetness of your undergarments. Without a sound, Jimin pushed your panties to the side, stroking his covered length a few times before slipping in.

You squeezed your eyes at the pain. Damn you for being stupid enough to not tell him to prep you at least. On the other hand, Jimin was in heaven, enjoying the rare tightness that he hadn’t felt in a while. With a rather large grunt, Jimin thrusted at a fast pace from the start, watching as you struggled to support yourself on the stall wall. Jimin held onto your hips, groaning at the intense pleasure that turned his mind blank.

You cried out as Jimin slammed back into you, sending a sharp shock of pleasure each time. Jimin took one of his hands off your hips, preferring to take a bunch of your hair as he pulled it back.

“You’re s-so fucking k-kinky, Mr. Park.” You stammered as Jimin harshly tugged your hair back. Jimin let out a huff, grinning.

“And you’re a proper bitch, calling me Mr. Park.” You let out a groan, feeling Jimin’s balanced pace become more erratic. “Call me that o-one more time and I swear I’m going to make sure that this whole facility hears you.”

You whined as he tugged onto your hair, pulling your body back to meet every thrust he sent into your body. You bit your lip to prevent slipping out his name, focusing on the pleasure that began to buildup in your core.

“S-shit… Fuck… I’m-” Jimin lowered his head, his pace slowing down as he emptied his contents into latex. His teeth found its way to your shoulder, biting and sucking on your skin.

The aftermath was uncomfortable as you pulled your dress down and cleaned yourself of the wet juices. Jimin stood in front of the bathroom mirror, checking his appearance once more before nodding. He looked as if nothing had happened. You, on the other hand, had to go to painstaking lengths to fix your hair and wrinkled clothes.

Jimin patiently waited for you before leading you out the bathroom door together. He found it charming that you could barely keep your head up. A bunch of staff looked at the two of you, their faces obvious that they knew what had transpired. Jimin hummed, not really caring. You were the only thing that mattered. Before the two of you split ways, a male staffer came up to the both of you, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. Jimin recognized him as the same guy who had helped you put your microphone pack on.

“Uh… We need you to return your microphone packs… please…”

Jimin chuckled. “Well sweetheart, I guess you didn’t need to stop calling me ‘Mr. Park’. They heard anyways.”

“I hate you, Park Jimin.”

Dispatch had a field day with that content, taunting it in front of both of your agencies. You were absolutely mortified when you were told that it had gotten into the hands of Dispatch, but you sighed. Of course, it got into their hands. The vast contrast between your reaction and Jimin’s made it even more unbearable.

Jimin sat in the office of his manager, on Wednesday morning, as he was explained what had happened.

“We received something from Dispatch about your…” The manager trailed off, before clearing his throat. “About your rendezvous with y/n.”

“And what about it? You know I’ve done this so many times.” Jimin spoke nonchalantly, tilting his head back to stretch. “I’m going to keep her. I claimed her and I don’t need anyone else. She’s mine.” Jimin snapped. “Is it my reputation and career at stake? Just tell Dispatch I’ll give them 2 million if they keep their mouth shut.”

The manager just nodded, turning around to send a call. He just sighed.

What a mess.

Before Jimin walked out, he quickly added with a smirk.

“Also tell them to send it to me. I want to keep it.”

[maliby]

Aperture (M) | kth

↬ Pairing: fan/photographer!Taehyung x idol!Reader ↬ Story Genre:smut, slowburn ↬ Warnings in this chapter: explicit language, explicit sex scene, spanking, hair pulling, biting. ↬ Word count: 9.6K ↬ Summary: You met Taehyung at a fansign and you knew right away that he was trouble, are you willing to risk it all for a fan?

It has been 3 years since you debuted in a 4 member girl group along with Bo, Serena and Nari. The group is called Aperture, the name being taken from the ‘aperture’ - the part of a camera where the light passes through to capture the picture. That particular name was chosen because you wished to act like an ‘aperture’ to your fans and capture all the moments in life in your songs, letting your fans relate to you through their experiences.

You were the lead rapper, lead dancer and the oldest of the group. Bo was the leader, main vocal and visual of the group due to her big puppy eyes and pouty lips, Serena was the lead vocal and main dancer, and Nari was the maknae and main rapper.

Your group had had a rough beginning (due to not having that much success) but that all changed with the last album you had released - ‘Light and Dark’. The album had darker and more seductive tones than your previous girly concepts, your group and your company feeling like you should change up all your concepts to try and catch the eye of the public.

The title track for this album was called ‘Boudoir’, which is a lady’s bedroom but can also be a type of photography to value feminine beauty, usually done in said bedroom. The song basically talks about how women should value their beauty and shouldn’t be scared of being sexy.

The MV was one of the most daring ever made in the kpop world. It had 6 different scenes: 1 individual scene for each member, and 2 choreo shots. Serena was in a bathtub with pink water, Nari was laying on a black fluffy rug, Bo was sitting on a red couch and you were on a bed with red silk sheets and wearing black lacy lingerie. The choreo shots were filmed in 2 different sets: one where fake rain would pour on you guys, and the other with lots of fire surrounding you.

You liked the change of direction your group took, but you were a little scared that people would find your whole new concept too much, however to your surprise your popularity skyrocketed. You even managed to get your first win on music show programs, along with 2 other wins.

The demand for your group started to get bigger and bigger, with variety shows, fan signs and events and even your very first big concert in Seoul. You and your members were so excited that day that you even cried during the concert, making your makeup artist very angry.

After having that first concert in a big venue your fan signs also moved to bigger venues, due to bigger demand. It was at one of those fansigns that you first saw him - Taehyung. You were the last member in the line and you were busy signing the album of a very sweet girl when Nari, who was right next to you, whispered in your ear: “look at the hottie that’s about to come in.” You looked at the line of fans and saw him standing there, waiting for his turn to meet you guys. When your eyes met his you felt like he had stolen all the air in the room from you. His dark chocolate eyes connected with yours, pulling you in, his light brown fluffy hair making you want to run your fingers through it, the chest peeking through his white unbuttoned shirt making you want to commit the sweetest sin of them all. You had a personal rule of not dating fans but he was so mouthwatering that he seriously made you want to break every rule in existence.

“Eonnie I love you so much, you’re my bias! Can you please sign my album?” The voice of one of your fans said, waking you up from whatever trance state he had put you in.

“Of course sweetie, what’s your name?” You tried to give her your whole attention, but you couldn’t help but glance at him as he made his way to your bandmate Bo, the first in the line.

“Minji.”

As you signed your photocard and all of your photos from the photo album for Minji, you couldn’t help but feel an extra pair of eyes staring at you. Fans came and went yet the only thing you could focus on was the growing tension as he got closer to you.

He was now in front of Nari (who was right next to you), you knew because not only were you taking a peek every once in a while but also because Nari made sure to warn you by insistently tapping your leg under the table.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for the fan you were currently with because you couldn’t pay attention to her once so ever. It was like you were acting on auto-pilot: your exterior was smiling and talking to her, but your brain just kept reminding you of how close to you he was, making you look even more forward to talk to him.

“Bye sweetie, good luck on your exams!” You said your goodbyes to your fan and drank a little water to refresh your body as you waited for Nari to finish signing his album. When she said her goodbyes to him and he made his way to you you felt your heart beating a little faster, the moment you had been waiting for for the past 10 minutes finally arriving.

“Hi.” His deep voice made you curse at the heavens for making this much more harder for you. How was it fair for him to look like that and, on top of that, have that panty-melter voice?

“Hi! What’s your name?” You were smiling so much your cheeks were starting to hurt.

“I’m Taehyung,” he said smoothly as he gave you his album for you to sign.

“Hi Taehyung! I’m Y/N,” as soon as you realised what you had just said it was already too late, he was already laughing and your cheeks were already burning in embarrassment.

“I know, you’re my bias.”

If your cheeks were red before then now they must be like a tomato. You hadn’t even thought of who his bias was, but now that he made sure to tell you you were his favourite you couldn’t contain your excitement.

“Thank you so much for choosing me as your bias Taehyung,” you said as you signed his album.

“Well, if I’m being honest I didn’t choose you. You were the one who stole my attention and I had no chance but to give it to you.” His tone now was different, a touch of darkness lacing his words.

You didn’t know how to respond to him, so you simply chuckled and looked back to his album, making sure you were signing the right place.

“If you don’t mind I wanted you to sign two more things,” he added.

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, one is your photocard and the other is a photo I took of you at your concert,” he said as he reached for his back pocket for the photos.

“You took a photo of me? Oh, let me see!” You didn’t know what you were expecting, but when he showed you the photo and you saw its level of quality you were completely shook. Not only was it obvious that he had used a very high-quality camera, but the pose he had captured you in, was a very intimate one. You knew that your choreo was very erotic, and truth be told, when you were on stage and the music was on you just felt so sexy that you’d completely let go, but seeing one of those moments where you were crouching on the floor with your legs open, hands running up your body and head tilt backwards captured by him made you feel like he had seen you naked - not that you would’ve minded.

“It’s one of my favourite photos of you, you look so free, empowered and sexy like there’s no one else on that stage.” When you were finally able to take your eyes away from the photo and look at him you swore you could feel your panties getting wet; he had this dominating stare like he wished for nothing more than to take you right there and then despite the sea of people present.

“T-this is a great photo Taehyung, are you a professional photographer?” You tried to distract yourself from his presence by continuing to sign his stuff, but you feared there was no going back now.

“Well, I’m a freelance photographer and I have my own website, but I also like to take photos of things that captivate me during my free time, and that’s how I started a fan page of you.”

“You have a fan page of me? What’s it called?” You had thought he was just a casual fan, but the fact that he had a fan page of you where he posted all the photos he took of you told you that there was a very high chance that you would see him again.

“y/nmymuse.”

Your heart beat faster once more as the words ‘my muse’ ringed in your head. All you could do was look at that stupid handsome smirk he had on his face while you sat there speechless.

“Y/N, I know he is super hot but you need to hurry up, you’re holding up the line,” Nari said in a hushed tone so only you could hear.

“Sorry Taehyung, but we need to move along because the line is getting big,” you picked up his signed belongings and handed them to him, “thanks for liking me so much and taking wonderful pictures of me.”

“You deserve all the attention in the world.” When you thought he couldn’t make you blush any further, he took your right hand and pressed his soft lips to it. “Until we meet again,” and that’s when he turned around and left, leaving you completely dumbfounded.

“What was that?” Nari whispered in your ear. “We’ll talk after the fan sign, now it’s best if you get back to signing or the manager is gonna be pissed at you eonnie.”

It had been a month since you’d seen Taehyung in person. You felt like he was plaguing your mind, every time you had a schedule with fans you hoped he would be there, but much to your disappointment he never showed.

After that fansign, you went searching for his fan page and weren’t that surprised to see that he had thousands of followers. The photos he shared on his page though weren’t as provocative as the one he had asked you to sign which, may you add, you couldn’t find anywhere, making you wonder if he had grown to dislike the photo.

You found that his page was like a dark hole that you couldn’t really get out of; you found yourself scrolling for hours watching his photos and reading his descriptions: ‘she looked like an angel in that white dress’, ‘the way she is smiling brightens up my day’, ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’, and so on. It got to the point where your members had to take away your phone and send you to sleep.

You wondered several times if you should send him a private message but the thought that someone might read it or that he might spread it around and start a rumour scared you to no end. The truth of the matter was that you didn’t know him and you couldn’t risk your career and your member’s careers like that, it was too dangerous.

Aperture was getting ready to have your first Asia Tour with 4 big concerts: Seoul, Bangkok, Manila and Tokyo. You were so excited about your first big tour but also a bit scared; would people come to your concerts? Would people from other countries also love you? These were the kind of thoughts that kept plaguing your mind, but there was another that kept popping up every once in a while. Was Taehyung gonna come? Would you be able to spot him in a crowd? To be honest, you didn’t expect him to follow you around for the whole tour, you just wished he would come to the Seoul concert.

Thankfully for you, you didn’t have a lot of time to let those thoughts consume you, not with the amount of time you’ve been spending on practising and getting everything as perfect as you can.

“Girls are you all ready?”, one of the staff said as you were all fixing up your mics to go on stage and kick off your tour.

“Yes,” your leader Bo said as she turned to all of you and put her arms around yours and Nari’s shoulders, signalling all of you to form a circle. “Okay girls, this is our first stop in the tour and I just want to say how proud I am of us for getting here. I know you are going to do great because I saw how hard you all practised and how bad you want to give a good performance for our fans, but remember that if you end up failing it’s okay, mistakes happen to the best of the best; just remember to get back on your feet and keep the show going, and remember that I love all of you. Ready? 1,2,3, Aperture!” You all joined her on your chant and group hugged before you went on stage to the roaring crowd.

The concert went by in a flash. When you noticed it, you were already on your last song (which was a party song to get everyone moving) and you were walking around the stage to greet as many fans as possible.

You had already searched the crowd to see if you could find Taehyung but had failed to do so. Thinking he had missed this concert you stopped your searches and fully focused on your performances. Since you had given up on the idea of seeing him tonight the feeling of surprise that came over you when you spotted him in the crowd with a smile on his face and his camera pointed at you was immense.

You had just finished giving a concert to thousands of people, yet you suddenly felt shy just by noticing his presence. You smiled at him, you couldn’t help it, he was just so damn...ugh, you couldn’t even explain it, he just brought all these feelings to the surface.

You noticed you had probably been staring at him for a long time now so, wanting to avoid the suspicion of fans and the rise of rumours, you quickly waved in his general direction and moved along waving to other fans before you and your group said your goodbyes, thanked the fans and left the stage.

After the concert, you had a hi-touch event with the fans which you were so excited for because you wanted to see him again, even if it was for just a few seconds. For you, it felt like the roles were reversed like he was the idol and you were the fan wanting to have a chance to be close to him and touch him.

You stood in line with your members, plastered a smile on your face and stuck your hand out to greet the fans passing by. You were the first one in line this time, eager to be the first one to greet him.

Faces started to blur together as time went by, fan after fan after fan but there was no sign of him. As soon as you thought he wasn’t going to show up your eyes met with his and time seemed to stop.

“Hello,” his voice was as deep as you had remembered.

When his hand touched yours you felt a tingling sensation that dissipated up your arm and made your heart beat faster.

“Hi,” you managed to respond before he was being pushed by the fan behind him.

You tried your best to give all of your attention to your other fans, but you just couldn’t help but exchange glances with him until he eventually was out of the room.

The faces of the fans passing by you started once more blending all together. You became so lost in thought that if one of the fans was naked you probably wouldn’t even notice it.

When the event was over and you got home you went to take a shower and went to bed; as you snuggled in the comfort of your blankets you took your phone and went to check if he had already uploaded any new photos to his fansite. The website had no new updates, so you kept on refreshing it until, eventually, the photos started to appear. His usual comments had you already smiling like a fool, but there was one photo that caught your attention: it was a photo of the moment you noticed him and were looking straight at him with a smile on your face. When you looked at his comment though, that’s when your heart completely stopped: ‘All the stars in the sky are nothing compared to the ones in your eyes.’

You read that sentence over and over and it never felt like you’ve had enough, your heart feeling warm with the joy. Were you crossing into dangerous territory? Was this crush you were developing good for you or your career? Yes, he was hot as fuck but you knew nothing about him. What if he was a sasaeng? What if he was going to hurt you or take advantage of you in some way? The truth was you had no way of knowing without going closer to him and finding out, the question was: were you willing to take the risk?

The second stop on your tour was Bangkok, in Thailand. This was your first time in Thailand (in fact it was your first time anywhere besides South Korea) and you were so happy to be able to share the experience with your members and fans but one part of you kept thinking about Taehyung. You wished you could see him at the concert but you were conscious that he probably couldn’t afford it.

You spent your entire concert looking out for him but to no avail. You even thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d be at the hi-touch event but it seemed like luck wasn’t on your side.

“Eonnie are you alright? You didn’t seem well during the concert today,” your leader and roommate Bo asked as you both went to your shared hotel room.

“I’m sorry Bo…” the first thing you did as you entered the room was to sit on the bed and check his fansite to see if, by any chance, he had really come but couldn’t afford the hi-touch, but the lack of new updates confirmed his absence.

“You know you can talk to me,” she sat next to you and rubbed your back in a comforting manner. You knew she wasn’t just talking as the leader that is worried about how your disposition may affect your performance and, consequently, the group’s performance but also as your friend and ‘mom of the group’ that is concerned about your well being.

“You remember that guy from the fansign before the tour that kissed my hand?” You locked your phone and threw it to the fluffy pillows that decorated your bed.

“That extremely attractive one? Yeah, how could I forget?” She had a dreamy expression on her face as she remembered his very attractive features before realization dawned on her, “wait, you’re not messing around with him, are you? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you chuckled at the way she had rolled up her sleeves like she was ready to kick some ass. “It’s complicated...at the fansign he told me that he had a fansite dedicated to me where he posted pictures of me, so I started stalking him and reading everything he wrote about me and I kind of developed a crush on him.

I saw him at the concert in Seoul and then at the Hi-Touch, and then I kept thinking that maybe he would be here today, even though I know it would be highly unlikely, but still…” you looked down at your hands, a little scared of looking at her reaction. You knew she would always support you, but you also knew that this situation was dangerous.

“Eonnie, I know this is complicated for you and I totally trust your judgement and know that you would never do anything to put our carriers on the line, but you need to be careful.” Her voice was soft like she was talking to you with all the care in the world.

“I know Bo...I know the risk...but he doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Well, he wasn’t here tonight so I guess he’s clear of the sasaeng title,” she joked, trying to cheer you up.

“Fuuuuuck, why does he have to be so freaking hot? Like, he could be a fucking idol with those looks. I bet he could sing like a goat and people would still buy his albums,” you sighed loudly and let your upper body fall on the bed.

“Oh sis, you got it bad,” she rubbed your knee noticing the level of despair you were in.

“You have no idea.”

“Well we have 2 options here: either he makes you go crazy or you can make him go crazy, if you know what I mean,” the way she was wiggling her eyebrows let you know exactly what she had meant.

“That’s great and all, but how do you suggest I do that? I can’t give him my phone number nor can I DM him ‘cause it might somehow go public.”

“Hmm...maybe you could share one of his photos on our Twitter and thank him. That would show him that you are paying attention to him and maybe things will unfold from there.”

“That is a great idea actually! Thanks, Bo!” You got up and pressed your lips on her chubby cheeks.

“You’re welcome. Now go and take a shower, you stink!” She pinched her nose and frowned her face in disgust.

“Alright my leader,” you saluted her as if you were a mere soldier taking her orders.

You thought long hard about the photo situation, should you just log on to your group Twitter account right now and share his photo? Or should you wait for a time where he comes to the concert again? On one hand, if you waited for him to post new photos of the concert it would look less suspicious because you would be sharing new photos, but on the other hand, you didn’t know when he was going to go to a concert again and you might lose the moment.

“Fuck it,” a sudden wave of courage passed through your body and made you just grab the phone and take action. You went to his page and saved the picture where you were looking straight at him and smiling, then went to your group’s Twitter page and posted it.

Aperture @aperture_official I’m in love with this photo from our concert in Seoul! Thank you so much @y/nmymuse <3 #Y/N #Iloveitsomuch #Ihavethebestfans

Bo was already sleeping in the bed next to yours, but you just couldn’t fall asleep. Your mind kept spinning around wondering if he had seen the post or replied to it, and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to sleep until you checked your phone again, so you took your phone from the charger and logged on to Twitter, went to his page and checked if he had responded. When you spotted his username right at the top of the responses you felt a wave of happiness washing over you.

Y/N is my muse @y/nmymuse @aperture_official thank you for being my inspiration, I wish I could take pictures of you all day.

Your heart was beating frantically while your mind ran wild with thoughts of him photographing you; it all started with simple and innocent photographs he would take of you at concerts and then suddenly you were both alone in a hotel room and he was photographing you in lingerie doing inappropriate poses.

The scenario created by your mind was making you hot all over and soon enough your hand was travelling south and slipping under your underwear. You looked to the side and called for your roommate to check if she was still sleeping, when you got nothing but snoring as an answer you started rubbing your clit.

The pleasure emanating from between your legs only served to fuel your fantasy further: you both were now completely nude and he was on top of you leaving kisses all over. You were starting to pant now, a soft ‘Taehyung’ leaving your lips, so you turned on your belly and muffled your mouth with your pillow so to not wake up Bo.

Your imagination grew wilder and wilder having Taehyung do all kinds of dirty things to you, but it wasn’t until he bottomed out inside of you completely raw that you dipped your fingers inside of you, a pool of arousal leaking out.

Your fingers were nothing compared to the real deal, you could only imagine, but this was all you had right now. You wanted to feel his lips, you wanted to feel his touch, you wanted to feel his hard cock inside you, you wanted to hear him say your name, fuck you wanted all of that and so much.

The pleasure was building up, and soon enough you were cumming so hard that you had to bite down your pillow so Bo wouldn’t wake up.

As soon as your heart calmed down you got up and went to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You looked in the mirror and saw how much of a mess you were in: your hair was all over the place, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your panties were completely soaked. If Taehyung hadn’t even laid a finger on you and you looked like this, how the hell would you look if he had? All you knew was that you just had to have a taste of him and you weren’t going to give up until you did.

The third stop of your tour was in Manilla, in the Philippines. You weren’t expecting him to be here, since he hadn’t gone to your concert in Bangkok, but you had decided that you weren’t gonna let that bring you down - you were gonna go on that stage and give the best you could to your fans.

For the tour, all the four members had created a solo stage (yours was dancing to a choreo you made for the song ‘Partition’ from Beyoncé) which allowed the other members to rest a bit in between and get ready for other performances.

As Serena was on stage doing her cover of ‘Love On The Brain’ by Rihanna you and your members got your makeup touched up, Bo and Nari for your group performance later on and you for your solo stage, which was the last of the four solos.

“Eonnie you won’t guess who I saw in the crowd during my stage,” Nari grabbed your arm to get your attention.

“Who?” You were genuinely curious, as you were in a foreign country and didn’t know anyone there and neither did she.

“That hot guy from the fansign. What was his name?”

“Taehyung,” Bo responded, a smirk splattered all over her face.

“Oh my god, are you sure that was him? How do you even remember his face?” Your makeup artist had finished working on you, so you got near the maknae as if pressuring her to answer faster.

“Eonnie, you think I’d forget a face like that? Absolutely no way.”

“Where was he? I didn’t see him during our group performances.” You were going to perform as soon as Serena was done, so you wanted to know his exact location so you could give him the best show possible.

“You know that bald security guy? He’s right next to him, in the first rows. He’s wearing a black shirt.” Her makeup artist had also finished working on her, so she went to sit on the couch next to Bo who was also all ready.

“Oooooh I know that look on your face eonnie, you’re going to give him a special show?” Bo said in a teasing tone, her eyebrows wiggling.

“I’m offended that you think I’d have favourite fans. I love all my fans the same and I give my best performance every time for all of them,” you placed your hand on your chest to give a dramatic effect to your statement.

“Mhmm,” Nari and Bo hummed in unison. “I’ll just pretend like you don’t want to give him a lap dance,” Bo added, as she flipped through a magazine.

“Y/N-ssi, you’re up in 1 minute,” a member from the staff who came in a rush to get you said.

“Girls, keep your eyes on the screen and watch how eonnie does it,” you flipped your hair and turned to leave for the stage.

“Make him drool eonnie!” Bo yelled just before you left the room.

“Make who drool?” Serena asked when she joined you all backstage, the staff immediately running to her to change her clothes and fix her hair and makeup.

“Nothing baby, see you later girls!” You blew a kiss to your members and made your way to the stage.

The choreo started with you sitting on a chair with your back to the crowd and the stage in total darkness. When the lights came back on you got off from the chair and turned to the audience, you couldn’t spot him at first but when your choreo required you to move a little bit forward to the edge of the stage you almost instantly locked eyes with him.

The choreo had become like second nature to you at this point and you were glad for it because if you had to rely on memory with him looking at you like that you’d completely embarrass yourself on stage.

You were moving your body with precision, throwing the sexiest expressions you could make and exaggerating the already sexy moves. You wanted to impress him; you knew that he was your fan, and therefore liked you, but you wanted to go that extra mile, you wanted to make him go absolutely crazy.

Right now it was like there was no one else at the venue, it was just you and him. He was down there admiring you and capturing your movements and you were up on the stage casting your spell of seduction.

You were so involved in the moment that you even decided to end the choreo a little different from the usual: you turned your back to him and did a middle split, looking back to look at him while biting your lip. He went completely crazy - you knew this because not only were his hands clutching his camera harder but he was also biting his lower lip so strongly that you thought he might start bleeding.

You couldn’t wait to see the pictures he had taken just now but more importantly, you couldn’t wait to read what he had to say about them. You could only imagine the type of thirsty ass comments he’d have to give you, and they were already making you hot and bothered.

Needless to say, you were on fire for the rest of the concert, his presence alone was giving you so much energy that you were making all of your fans scream loudly.

“Y/N what the hell has gotten into you today? Whatever it is, keep it up, you completely brought the house down tonight!” Your manager joined you backstage as you were getting ready for the hi-touch.

“Nothing has gotten into her...yet,” Bo said low enough so only you and she could hear it. Her teasing statement earning her a smack on the arm by you.

“Shut up Bo!” You whispered back to her as your manager turned around to get a bottle of water.

“Well girls, it’s time for the hi-touch. Come on, come on, I want big smiles on those faces!” Your manager was now gathering you all on a line and pushing you to go meet your fans.

When you got there you saw that the line was already formed, and after taking a better look you saw him standing like 10 people in. Suddenly you were nervous as all these crazy scenarios that would never happen crossed your mind.

“There’s your boyfriend eonnie,” Nari whispered as you all stuck out your hands to start greeting your fans.

“Yeah, I see him.” This time you were the last in line so you would have to wait a tiny bit more to touch him.

Since he was fairly in front of the line it wasn’t long until he was passing by your members and making his way to you. Anticipation was building and your heart only beat faster as the distance between you shortened.

The soft touch of his hands was a big contrast to the hard and intense look he had on his face. You wanted to talk to him but you couldn’t even say that simple ‘hello’ you were so used to saying to your fans at these events. The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife; you could actually feel electricity being conducted from his body to yours, it was all so intense that you wondered if anyone else could feel it.

“See you in Tokyo,” he said right before he turned around and left, giving you no time to process his words.

You were left stunned, your brain spinning around with possibilities. He was going to go to Tokyo, there was no question about that, but the way he said it, with his deep and lustful voice, made you think that something else was going to happen. You didn’t know exactly what, but you knew that it was going to be fucking amazing.

As soon as you entered your shared hotel room with Bo you dropped your bag on the floor and sat at the edge of the bed, instantly pulling out your phone from the pocket of your jacket to go check out Taehyung’s page.

“Did he upload anything yet?” Bo said as she sat right next to you. She was so excited that she spent the whole car ride to the hotel telling you all about how he kept looking at you during your final performances and even when he was high-fiving all the other members in the hi-touch.

“Wait…” you opened up Twitter and clicked the search bar but you didn’t even need to type because Twitter immediately suggested his page due to you searching him so much. When you opened his page the pictures were already there, but the ones from your special improv from your solo stage were nowhere to be seen. “Huh, he didn’t post them…”

“Post what eonnie?”

“That improv move I did during my solo, I was sure he was taking pictures but he didn’t post them. Maybe they were crap?” You were feeling a bit down because you were so fucking excited to read his thoughts on the view you had provided him (and all the other people) but he didn’t publish the photos.

“Sweetie, I can guarantee you that even the lowest quality photo of that pose you did is high quality for anyone, especially him,” she started rubbing soothing circles on your back to make you feel better.

“Then why didn’t he post them?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself in Tokyo?” Bo winked at you as if her question wasn’t on the nose enough.

“What?”

“Listen, this guy has been after you since he brought his sexy ass to that fan sign. He came all the way to Manilla after you posted his picture of you and now he made sure to tell you that he was also going to be in Tokyo. Now, you, him and I all know that after Tokyo it’s going to be a while before you’ll be able to see him like this so you’re gonna have to do something if you want him.”

She was right, you had to do something. You knew it was a difficult situation but you just had to try, you just had to have him. “You’re right. But what should I do? It’s not like I can stand on that stage and say ‘Taehyung if you wanna tap this come backstage’.”

“Don’t worry eonnie, I have a plan.”

You had always dreamed of going to Tokyo since you were a little girl; you wanted to go eat sushi, see the cherry blossoms and watch the view from the Tokyo Tower but now you had another thing to add to your list: be with Taehyung.

Bo refused to tell you what her plan for you and Taehyung was, a fact that scared the hell out of you because who knew what the hell she was cooking? The only thing she told you was to do your thing normally and she would take care of the rest. So you did as she said and performed as usual, always paying attention to Taehyun in the crowd.

Now, you were standing in the line for the hi-touch and you were feeling nervous. This was probably the last chance you were going to have to get to him, so whatever plan Bo had come up with she’d have to do it now.

You turned to your left to look at Bo and see if she’d tell you anything that would ease your mind. She saw your worried face and grabbed your arm to calm you down, “don’t worry eonnie, everything is in motion. Just stand there looking pretty and don’t let him leave right away.”

“What?” Before she could explain what she meant the line of fans started moving forward and you all stuck your hands out for them to greet.

This time Taehyung only showed up about halfway through the event, making you a bit nervous and wondering if he’d show up or not. Once again you were the last one in line, the order being Nari, Serena, Bo and you, so when he greeted Nari Bo turned to you and winked.

When he got to you he fully stopped, a smile grew on his lips and a look a full adoration was shown as he stared right at you. Before he could say anything you heard screaming from your left and noticed that Serena had fallen to the floor.

“Oh my god, Serena are you okay?”

A crowd of people was starting to form around her, all of them wanting to know if she was alright but as soon as you got closer to her you felt Bo grab your arm.

“Give this to him,” she said in a hushed voice so only you and she could hear. When you looked down you noticed that there was a piece of folded paper in her hand.

“What? But Serena-”

“Serena is fine, she’s faking it so you have an opportunity to bang him.”

“Oh, okay...What is this then?” You opened up the paper and saw an address written down.

“It’s the hotel room where you’re gonna meet in, now give that to him before I kick your ass.”

Bo might be a sweet person, but if she threatened to kick your ass she’d most definitely do it, so you got near Taehyung (who was also checking to see if Serena was okay) and discreetly handed him the piece of paper.

“What’s this?” He did as you had previously and unfolded the piece of paper, reading what was on it.

“Meet me there at 11 PM.” The smirk on his lips made you want to just grab his hand and run away with him to the hotel room. “Oh, and bring your camera,” you suddenly remembered the fantasy you had the other night and you just couldn’t let the opportunity pass.

“See you there then.” Everything about him right now was full of sinful promises: his smile, his voice, his eyes, his scent - everything.

“See ya.” You were completely spellbound by him, even as you stood there watching him leave. You just kept imagining everything you wanted to do to him and everything you wanted him to do to you.

Your schedules were over at 9 PM, so that gave you enough time to take a shower and go buy some condoms and some fancy lingerie (because you had to show him the best).

You arrived at the suite Bo had booked for you about half an hour before the time you had told Taehyung to set everything up; this could very well just be a one-time thing, but damn it did you want it to be fucking perfect.

The suite was breathtaking: it was located on the 48th floor so it had a beautiful panoramic view of the city, including the Tokyo Tower, which you could easily see due to the big ass windows that went from the roof to the floor; it had a white king size bed that was on top of a black platform; it had a big living room right next to the bedroom, separated by traditional white Shoji doors and a bathroom that had a big ass bathtub. Bo must have spent a fortune just so you could get laid in style and you made a mental note to give her a nice thank you gift.

You were feeling nervous. You thought of a hundred possibilities of how everything would go down but all the thinking was just making you more stressed, so you decided to open up the bottle of wine you had brought in your bag and watch some TV in the living room to distract yourself until he arrived.

It wasn’t long until you heard the knock on the door - your heart beating hard with excitement. You turned off the TV, checked yourself up on the big mirror behind the sofa, adjusting the cleavage on your tight black dress, and made your way to the door.

When you opened the door and looked at him you felt like there was no more air left in the room for you to breathe. His soft hair was a bit messy like he had been running his fingers through it in nervousness but he looked so confident and assured like he was coming to get what he wanted and no one could stop him.

“Hi,” he said first, making the usual butterflies his voice made you feel appear in your stomach.

“Hi,” it was hard for you to respond since you were so distracted admiring the bit of skin he had exposed by unbuttoning 3 buttons off of his white dress shirt.

“I brought wine, but I see you’re already served,” he lifted the hand that was carrying the bottle showing you said bottle.

“I see we both thought of the same thing.” You noticed he was checking your body out and that made you 10 times more confident.

“Yeah, we did.” Silence filled the air as tension grew and you looked at each other.

“Come on in Taehyung,” you finally said.

You locked the door, just to be sure, and went to meet him in the living room where he was putting the bottle of wine and a black bag that, incredibly enough, you only noticed he was wearing until now.

“What’s that?” You asked while pointing at the bag.

“It’s the camera you asked me to bring.” He started to unzip the bag and remove his Canon that you were so used to seeing him with. For a moment you had totally forgotten you had requested him that so when he mentioned it the plans you had made for tonight immediately surfaced in your head.

“And what’s that?” You pointed inside the bag, noticing another camera inside.

“Oh, it’s a Polaroid camera I brought just in case, girls always like those ones.” He took it out and handed it to you. You waited a bit and as soon as he got distracted checking his other camera you took a picture of him, the paper immediately coming out from the machine.

“Hey, that’s not fair. I wasn’t ready!”

“How is that not fair? You take pictures of me all the time and I can’t have a picture of you?” You shook the paper so the photo would reveal faster, and when the image appeared you couldn’t help but stare in adoration.

“Fine, you can have the picture. But only because it’s you.”

Time stopped. Everything stopped. It scared you how much power he was starting to have over you, like one look and he could have you on your knees. One sentence and he’d have you weak. You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to feel his lips pressed against yours and his hands running up your body. You wanted to go all the way, and you wanted to do it now, but you knew that if you gave in to the sweet brown-haired temptation in front of you that you wouldn’t be able to stop and you wouldn’t be able to fulfil your fantasy and give him the surprise you had prepared, so you decided to just get it out of the way.

“Taehyung, the reason why I asked you to bring your camera was because I wanted to give you a little surprise.”

“A surprise?” He was intrigued by your statement, the frowning of his eyebrows making him look extra cute.

“On Twitter, you said you wished you could take pictures of me all day, so…” you placed the Polaroid on top of the table and started to take off your dress so you’d be just in your recently bought lingerie. You kept your eyes on him as he watched you undress - he was totally awestruck admiring your body. “I want you to photograph me, like this.”

Your dress fell to the floor and you stood there in your sexy lingerie like a mannequin on display for him. His eyes were running along every inch of your body and the way he was biting his bottom lip was making you weak, an urgent need to jump on him and claim that lip as your own was emerging from within.

“Are you sure about this?”

The fact that he even asked made you feel much more at ease and erased all the little doubts you had before about pursuing one of your fans.

“Yes.”

“Get on that bed then.”

He didn’t even have to ask you twice, he could command you to go rob a bank with that tone of voice and you would do it - that’s the power he had over you and your body.

At first, he maintained a little distance from you and the poses you were making came off a little shy, but as you looked at him through the lens and started to connect to him you started to get even more daring with your poses.

At some point, you felt like moving things along so you took off your bra and threw it to his feet. His whole body tensed up, his jaw was locked and his eyes burned with an intensity of a thousand suns.

He came closer and closer until he was on top of you with the camera pointing straight down at you. The intimate shots he was taking reminded you of the ones he had taken of you during your solo and never published and you just couldn’t help but ask about them.

“Why did you never publish them?”

“Publish what?”

“The photos you took of my improv during my solo. I did that move just for you and I wanted to see the pictures but you never posted them,” he slowly lowered the camera, allowing you to see him smiling at your confession.

“I didn’t want to post them.”

“Why? Were they bad? Did I not look good?” All the worries you had about those photos suddenly came flooding in.

“What? No.” Seeing your insecurities and doubts taking over he put the camera down on the bed and placed his hand on your cheek in a tender gesture. “You looked absolutely perfect, as you always do.” His face was getting closer to yours and you couldn’t help but admire that face constructed by the Gods up close. “The reason why I didn’t publish those photos was because I didn’t want to share them with anybody else; I wanted to be the only one seeing you like that, I wanted to have you all to myself.”

His words were making all your blood rush down south, wetness starting to ruin the only piece of clothing you had on. “Well...here I am.”

In 2 seconds his lips were on yours and you knew right then and there that you instantly got hooked. It all went so smooth, it seemed like his lips knew every little way yours moved, like you had kissed a thousand times before - only you hadn’t.

Soon enough his boner started pressing down on your abdomen, a sign of his desire for you. His lips started moving lower until they were marking your exposed breasts.

“Taehyung…” you moaned as he sucked on your right nipple while pinching your left one.

“Fuck, my name sounds even better coming out of those lips then I could ever have imagined,” his hand slipped between your bodies and under your panties to tease you even more. “You’re so fucking wet baby, moan my name one more time,” he inserted one of his long fingers inside of you, giving you no choice but to abide to his request.

“Taehyung...”

“You’re so fucking tight, look at that pussy just swallowing my whole finger. You have no idea how many times I beat my cock to your photos,” he added another finger and started pumping harder and harder. “I would imagine how tight you were in real life, how well you would take me,” when you were about to cum he removed his fingers and shoved them in his mouth so he could suck your juices, “hmmm, how sweet you would taste.”

“Taehyung…” you moaned once more, his words acting as gas to your fire.

“What is it baby?” His lips attached once more to your skin, this time taking their sweet sweet time on your neck.

“I want you,” you whined.

“I know baby, I want you too, more than anything, believe me, but first,” he started to strip down naked, freeing his cock from the cotton prison that was his underwear, “I need your pretty lips around my cock. Can you do that for me?”

His hand was on your chin, bringing you closer and closer to his lips.

“Yes,” you kissed him slowly and passionately as you reached for his boner, the contact making him groan.

You turned him around so he was laying down on the bed at your complete mercy. You lowered your head and started giving little kitty licks on tip of his dick, the teasing act making him protest. “Fuck baby, don’t tease.”

You complied and practically swallowed his dick whole, his hands instinctively grabbing you by your hair and pushing you as further down as possible. You were choking and had spit running down your chin, but you were in pure bliss due to the sounds of pleasure he was making.

“Fuck yeah baby, you’re doing so well. Look at you taking all my dick in your mouth like that.”

When you started to feel your lungs burning from the lack of air you emerged back up from between his legs to recuperate your breath and then dived back in, this time to properly suck the shit out of him.

You were so into it, bobbing your head up and down and fondling his balls that you felt like you couldn’t stop. It wasn’t until he grabbed your head to make you stop that you came into your own.

“I’d love to cum in your beautiful mouth, but tonight I really wanna fuck you as soon as possible, and I can’t do that if you keep on sucking me like that.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t control myself,” you said as you wiped the extra spit off of your chin with your hand.

“You make me go crazy on a daily basis, but when you say stuff like that...I just can’t control myself.” He was back to kissing you, but this time it was all more raw and needy.

He turned you around so you were now the one laying on the bed and he was the one on top of you. All of your body was burning with anticipation and you really couldn’t wait any second longer for him to just pound you into the mattress.

“Grab the condoms,” you said in a breathy tone.

He moved to reach the bedside table, where you had placed the condoms previously to his arrival, took out one and placed it on his swollen cock.

He got back on top of you and started rubbing his tip up and down your folds before entering you completely. He looked at you in the eyes as he felt your walls clenching around him, both of you taking in the pleasure caused by each other's bodies.

“Fuck…you feel so good baby,” he started leaving a trail of kisses from your ear to your neck as he slowly moved inside of you.

“Tae-” he didn’t even let you finish moaning his name before he was picking up his speed and almost drilling into you.

“This cunt is mine now, do you understand?” His voice was almost animalistic, like he was truly marking his territory.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“You are mine,” he grabbed your right boob and bit you on your neck.

“Fuck, yes.”

Your answer fueled him even more, his hand immediately reaching for your clit and making you scream.

“Cum,” and like you were obeying his commands you instantly came hard, his name spilling out of your mouth like a mantra.

“You look so beautiful like this, coming undone on my cock,” Taehyung slowed down and helped you ride out your orgasm.

“Now get on your knees and let me see that sexy ass baby,” he said as he removed himself from inside you.

“Yes sir,” you joked as you obeyed, yet again, to one of his commands.

You turned around and got on your knees, sticking your ass up in the air for him (quickly earning yourself a hard spank on the ass).

“I swear you were carved by the gods, look at that ass,” you felt another spank, this time on your other ass cheek, which turned you on so much that you were able to feel your arousal sliding down your pussy. “How much wetter can you become? You’re like a fucking faucet, just spilling those delicious juices for me,” it was then that you felt him spread your ass cheeks and give you a big ass lick from the bottom to the top, making you shiver from the sensitivity of your recent orgasm.

“Ohh fuck…that feels so good.”

He then stuck his fingers back inside of you, pumping them in and out until you were screaming in pleasure once again in your second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, I think I’m addicted to making you cum.” He stuck his dick back inside of you and, without giving you time to recover, started fucking you at full speed.

You couldn’t even think straight anymore, you were so completely lost in pleasure that the only thing that mattered to you was the good dicking you were getting. “Taehyung I’m not gonna last long.”

Taehyung pulls you by your hair so your bodies could meet and latches his mouth to your neck once more. “You can cum baby, I got you.”

You didn’t last much longer, spiralling down on your third and last orgasm of the night that also triggered Taehyung’s orgasm, the both of you cumming almost in unison.

Both of you fell on the bed panting from the mind-blowing sex you just had. When you opened up your eyes you noticed Taehyung was staring at you with a fond look on his face, “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

“Tae…” you were completely blushing, as if you hadn’t just shared the most intimate moment two people can share.

“It’s true,” he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and then got up to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.

You almost instantly fell asleep (the concert you had had and the sex taking a toll on your body) only to be woken up moments later by the sound of a camera taking a picture.

“What are you doing?” You turned around and saw Taehyung with the Polaroid camera in one hand and the photo he had just taken in the other.

“Getting inspired by my muse,” he said with a proud smile on his face.

“Let me see that,” you got up from the bed and took the picture away from him to properly inspect it. You had never seen your ass like this, but you had to admit that it did look pretty good.

“So?”  He asked.

“It’s amazing, maybe we should schedule again to take more,” you said with a teasing tone.

“I’d love that,” he got closer to you and kissed you, his soft lips making your heart race once more, but definitely not for the last time.

[imaginationofacrazyfangirl]

A Not So Beautiful Fairytale

Pairing:  BTS x Reader, Yes all of them.

Genre: Fantasy/Angst/Smut/ Some humor

Summary: You find yourself slave to seven very handsome supernatural beings. They claim they want nothing more than companionship, but years of servitude taught you not to trust their kind. Either way you just need to hang on until you can find your little sister who was separated from you years ago. 

Word Count: 2874

Warnings: Violence, slavery, implied rape, future smut (involving who knows yet, but will update when I do.)

 Human auctions are not uncommon in the supernatural world. As much as they (being the supernatural) feared the knowledge of their existence getting exposed to humans, they couldn’t seem to help themselves from playing with the same creatures they fear so much. Perhaps it is just in their nature to want to maintain dominance over such inferior beings? Whatever the reason is, Namjoon hates slave auctions. He felt no thrill in using a human as servant or some sort of pet to humiliate. Nor did he enjoy in the more carnal pleasure some of his kind took with their human slaves.

   Besides Namjoon couldn’t stand the wailing noise of terror or the sharp scent of piss which accompanied the slave blocks. They were too much for his delicate senses; another reason he chose to avoid the black market as much as possible. Despite being the main source for supernatural to obtain their most basic non-human goods, the market tends to be littered with slave blocks everywhere. The things are practically shoved into every sharp corner or center stage possible in the small square making it virtually impossible to avoid.

    Hence why Seokjin normally did all the shopping for the household. As a siren, he lacked the capability to experience sensations beyond the level of a human. So his tolerance level for such sights is much higher than Namjoon’s. Moreover Jin is pretty much the mother figure of their strange little family of seven and knows better than anyone the things needed in their household. Whereas Namjoon normally buys more than necessary only to destroy half of it on accident due to his clumsiness. So it is only on the rarest occasions such as today when no one else can go that Namjoon is forced to make the trip to the black market.

     He only thanks the heavens that Seokjin didn’t send him alone instead forcing the youngest/newest of their family Jungkook to join him. The dark haired, wide eyed phoenix is still very much a hatchling in spite of being over a hundred years old. Something evident by how he looks around the market mouth hung open.

 “Hyung! This place is amazing!” he exclaims.

   Namjoon smiles shaking his head. He supposes Jungkook is right. The market is a sight to see, especially when compared to those in the human community. Unlike in the human world where everything is modernized, the supernatural community tends to keep their markets and cities no older than the Victorian period. And this particular market hasn’t updated since the renaissance period leaving in its old cobble roads, brick buildings, geometrical favoring and other old fashioned styling. Furthermore its riddled with creatures of all sorts ranging from pale winged faeries to glistening scaled nagas slinking around in their natural forms. A rare sight to see outside such venues. 

    “You’re gonna catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that.” Namjoon teases ruffling Jungkook’s already messy hair.

   The younger boy immediately shuts his mouth. A light blush forms on his cheeks causing Namjoon to smile wider. ‘To be young and unknowing again,’ Namjoon wistfully thinks to himself. He’s not by far the youngest of the group, but he is more knowledgeable of the world than even his elder brothers Jin and Hoseok. His second elder brother Yoongi is the only one more experienced and disillusioned than he is. 

   “Look Namjoon, honey cake!” Jungkook cries, pointing at a wooden stand with a royal blue awning. Under it a sun kissed skinned faerie baters with a red eyed fury over the fluffy golden cakes dripping with honey. Jungkook runs to the stand not even waiting for Namjoon’s response. His body literally glow red at excite over the cakes. Suddenly Namjoon wishes he had gone alone, because something tells him, he’ll be spending way above the budget Jin set for them. Especially since he can never deny getting his brothers anything they wanted.

    "We’ll take four. “ Namjoon orders.

Jungkook frowns.. "Only four? Hyung, I can eat eight and still have room for more. ”

    "We’re here to buy supplies, remember? Jin will kill us if we don’t come home with what was on the list.“ 

   An annoyed huff escapes the phoenix but he says no more deciding it best not to argue. Namjoon is right. Jin would murder them if they returned empty-handed or at least scold them into the next decade. "Fine, but I’m eating one right now. ”

   "Aish, such a kid.“ 

"Exactly. So you should feed me more. I need it to grow.” Jungkook replied, mouth full of cake. 

     Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You’ve been hanging Hoseok too much. He’s starting to rub off on you.”

        “Nothing wrong with that.”  Jungkook says stuffing the last of his treat into his mouth. “So where to next, hyung?”

     Glad for the reprieve Namjoon glances at the list Jin gave him. It’s short compared to what Jin normally wrote when he went shopping. No doubt an act of mercy for Namjoon to which he’s internally grateful for. “Red root and dried dove’s blood, Jin says the best place for it is a druid shop not too far from the market.”

    “Woah! I’ve never seen a druid before-let’s go.” 

Yup…Jungkook has a lot to learn still.

//

   Shopping goes along surprisingly well thanks to Jin’s thorough instructions. They even manage somehow not to blow their budget on silly knick knacks and treats; though Namjoon has his suspicions about just how much money Jin gave them. Either way Namjoon owes Jin the world’s biggest ‘thank you’ for not only were his instructions thorough, but they somehow directed him away from every slave in the vicinity. 

   "Aaahh, we’re all done. Let’s go home, huh Mr. JK?“ Namjoon smiles.

 Silence.

  "Jungkook?” Namjoon turns only to find the phoenix gone. Panic arises in him knowing how naive the boy still is and how tricky the market can be. For all Namjoon knows Jungkook already traded away his first born or something worse to a shady vendor. The thought hits Namjoon like a freight train. “Jungkook!?”

   Closing his eyes, Namjoon blocks every sense of his but smell. Thankfully phoenixes have a rather distinct scent of smoke, ashes and cinnamon making it easy to point Jungkook out of the maze of creatures. Even more thankfully Namjoon doesn’t smell any of the usual worrisome vendors around the boy. What he does smell though are the sour vinegar scent of piss, salt water, copper and humans…Jungkook found his way to a slave block. 

   Briefly Namjoon debates on letting the phoenix find his own way back. After all, Jungkook isn’t that young he can’t figure out how to find Namjoon. Plus as a phoenix, Jungkook technically is the strongest of creatures in their family-so it’s not like Namjoon needs protect him all the time… 

      It takes Namjoon less than a second to find him. The younger boy unsurprisingly stands at the very front of the block. His eyes wide open as he stares at the three humans on stage. Undoubtedly this is Jungkook’s first auction, and like most of their kind, he’s enthralled by it. 

  "Come on, Jungkook. Let’s go.“ Namjoon says, grabbing him by the shoulder. He purposefully turns to miss the frightened faces of the humans. As much as he hates glamour, it seems kinder to deceive humans of their horrible fate. 

    "Hyung, look.” Jungkook urges, eyes unwavering from their original spot.

   Namjoon shakes his head. “A slave auction I know. I’ve seen them before Kookie.”

 “And how much are you willing to pay for this male human? He has plenty of fat on him, making him the perfect entree dish for your next dinner party!” The auctioneer cheers. 

 A violent sob escapes the human followed by loud offers from the crowd. Namjoon can’t help but sneer at them. For a race that thought themselves superior than humans, they are truly awful creatures. 

  The gavel slams. “Sold to the pixies. Enjoy ladies and fella. Next of human 427, a little on the old side but still good for things like embroidery, cleaning or aged bone soup.”

    "Jungkook now.“ Namjoon orders. He puts a bit of his strength into it but the phoenix barely budges.

       "Joonie, you don’t understand. Look.” Jungkook pleads, pointing. Reluctantly Namjoon does as asked his eyes landing on the third human. He supposes he shouldn’t be too surprised to find that the human who ‘enchanted’ Jungkook is a young woman, the phoenix is young after all. “She’s beautiful…”

  The longing in Jungkook’s voice nearly strikes a chord within his own heart. From where he stands you don’t appear beautiful, your (h/c) hair is long and unruly from lack of care, skin a shade paler than it should be from lack of sunlight, dirt splotches decorate your naked body along with bruises and scars most likely given by your 'caretakers ’. No you are far from beautiful. However for some reason Namjoon can’t pull his eyes away. 

   "I want her, Namjoon-hyung.“ Jungkook states, his voice leaving no room for argument. 

   "Jungkook, we can’t buy her-”

     "Why not? I have more than enough money to. I’d take care of her like how my parents care for their humans. “

    "She’s not a pet, Kookie. She’s a living creature with feelings and emotions.” Namjoon swallows, trying to remember why buying humans is bad.

     "She won’t be my pet. I’ll let her do whatever she wants no questions asked. I just need her to be mine, hyung.“ The determination in Jungkook’s voice shakes Namjoon to his core. He’s only heard Jungkook that determined once in his life, and that was to join their family. 

    "Next up we got this foxy little minx here. ” the auctioneer says. 

     The guards push you further on stage, almost causing you to stumble due to your unwillingness to move. You shoot them a hateful look. Suddenly Namjoon realizes why he finds you so interesting, you have no fear or sorrow in your eyes. Everything about you screams fighter not victim. 

  “As you can see folks, she’s not the most pliant of our lot, but that’s nothing a little glamour won’t fix. Am I right?”  The auctioneer grins. As if to prove a point he walks over to you hand out glimmering with magic. He’s undoubtedly going to put you under, something which Namjoon is surprisingly grateful for. Perhaps if you have the druggy blank stare and dreamy smile all glamoured humans do, he’ll be able to turn and leave.

    The auctioneer reaches out to caress you. However instead of meeting your soft skin, his hand tastes the sharpness of your teeth. A scream erupts him as the guards rush to pull you off. All the while the crowd watches first in silent contemplation of these chain of events then in laugher and finally whispered caution of you. 

   "Evil thing. You’ve just lost any chance you had at escaping here alive.“ the auctioneer growled, slapping you hard. "I told you to behave, and you didn’t listen. Now you’ll pay. ”

  Horror invades Namjoon as the auctioneer raises the gavel above your head. “FORTY THOUSAND!" 

    The words escape Namjoon before he knows it. All eyes turn to him in disbelief. With a deep swallow Namjoon makes his resolve. "I’ll pay forty thousand for her.”

   The auctioneer cocks an eyebrow. “You’d pay for this insolent brat?”

    "I said forty thousand didn’t I?“ Namjoon retorts.

 The auctioneer eyes him for a second. A greedy smile spreads across his face. Immediately Namjoon knows this is going to take a turn for the worse. "This brat has caused me a lot of strife these last few months. So much so revenge is sounding rather nice compared to whatever price you’re low balling me.”

    Namjoon scoffs. Forty thousand is far from low balling if anything it is a hundred times more than you are worth. Moreover Namjoon knows what the auctioneer wants in exchange and no human is worth that price. Yet he can’t find it in himself to leave. “Forty thousand and two years worth of cultivation.”

   "Namjoon-hyung! That’s your life energy you’re exchanging. “ Jungkook hisses.

    Namjoon doesn’t waver. "Well?”

 "Like I said I don’t appreciate lowballers.“ The auctioneer frown, swinging the gavel downwards.

    "NO!" 

   "I’ll add a phoenix tear!” Jungkook’s voice rings out. 

   The gavel stops mid-air. Interest returns to the auctioneer in the form of a grin. “Really a phoenix tear? Forty thousand, two years of life force, and a phoenix tear?”

  Now it is Namjoon’s turn to protest. “No. Jungkook, nothing is worth that price.”

    Phoenixes tears valued more than anything any supernatural could give, and the method of extracting them…Namjoon doesn’t even want to picture it. “He’s already asking for too much. We should just leave -”

    "Stop hyung. I’ve already made my decision. “ Jungkook states firmly. "So auctioneer do we have a deal or are you just a greedy bastard?”

   The auctioneer hums stroking his chin, “Fine. Take her. She’s too much trouble for me. Good luck training her. ”

    Yanking the twine rope around your neck, the auctioneer throws you off the stage. Namjoon moves to catch you, but Jungkook is quicker grabbing you virtually in midair. He looks down at you with an expression, Namjoon has never seen on the phoenix before. “You are alright. You’re safe now. ” Jungkook promises.

   Words fail to express anything Namjoon is thinking, but he gets the feeling something has changed drastically. 

//

Tiny painful gasps escape you as the rope around your neck constricts. Even without the slaver or guards there to pull at it, you can feel its every tightening presence. Especially now that someone - something has bought you. “Hey, what’s wrong? Hyung, I think something is wrong with her!” The dark haired boy cried.

   He stares down at you eyes full of panic. It is odd to see a creature worried about someone outside of their race. In the two years of your captivity, you learned quickly just how little these things cared for humans. “She got yanked by the rope, Kookie. It probably bruised her throat if not knock the wind out of her at the very least. ” his blonde haired companion informs. 

  You eye him cautiously, unsure what to make of him or the boy. Overall he’s lankier with a skinnier but taller figure. Even his face is more defined with sharper angles in the nose and cheek area; which is funny because despite the baby fat still clinging to the brunette, you can tell he’s the more muscular of the two. “Asshole.” The brunette hisses, grabbing the rope.

    You flinch readying yourself for the pull only to feel a soft heat against your neck. The sense of something burning kisses your nose and a soft 'crackle’ chimes as the weight of the rope disappears. Slowly you open your eyes to find the rope in ashes. Brunette or Kookie as Blondie called him, smiles at you. “There. All better now. ”

   In disbelief, your hands search your neck only to find nothing. “W-why?”

 The question slips from you. This is definitely not normal slave owner behavior. Were they trying to lure you by feigning kindness? Or did they truly mean it? Maybe they were abolitionists who hated slavery-if such people existed in the supernatural community. 

     Kookie’s smile widens. “It was hurting you, right? So I took care of it like any good owner would.”

   Owner? Whatever hopes you may have are destroyed by that single utterance. Nothing changed, you are still trapped. “Aish, what did I say about her not being a pet, Jungkook?” The blonde chastises. 

  Kookie, Jungkook or whatever his name is, shoots him a sheepish look. His doughy cheeks redden with embarrassment. He looks genuinely ashamed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean you were a pet. I meant a-”

       "A slave?“ You finish for him. "Or am I to be food for you at some point?”

   Horror washes across Jungkook’s face. To his credit, he even turn a little pale at the question. “What? No! I would never eat you -or any humans. I love humans. It’s just…you’re just-”

     The blonde lays a comforting hand on Jungkook’s head silencing him. “Jungkook’s too pure hearted to cause anyone harm without reason.”

     "I’m human what more reason do you need?“ You reply unwavering. Scars and bruises litter your body from these 'pure hearted ’ creatures. Nothing, no promise or assurance can ever make you trust them. 

       Light brown eyes scan you as if searching for something you can’t see. Subconsciously you push yourself further into Jungkook’s body as if to hide your vulnerability. Blondie smiles at you. It is a soft yet sorrowful smile as he knows exactly what you’ve gone through. He reaches out, his large hand cradling your chin. "You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you? I know my promise probably means nothing given my kind put you through this,  but you’ll be safe with us. I promise.”

   You open your mouth you protest, but no sound comes out. Prior experience warns against trusting these two, however something within silences it. Perhaps it is a fool’s wish, but you want to believe him… want to believe both of them.

    "Well if this isn’t a lovely sight?“ An all too familiar voice interrupts. The three of you look to see the auctioneer grinning down at you. "Now if you two are done playing with the merchandise, a deal is a deal.”

//

[dreamlover31]

Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 39

Streaks of sunlight peeked through the curtains, Rafael stirred from underneath the covers, he let out a groan as his eyes fluttered open. The sight before him caused his lips to curl up into a soft smile; the woman he planned to share his life with, the mother of his child and who had essentially completed the missing half of his soul laid beside him with her arms tucked under the pillowcase, her long dark hair had covered most of her face.

Rafael’s heart melted seeing her so at peace, God…her infinite beauty never ceases to amaze me, I wish I could keep her in such a state of tranquility. He reached forward and tucked the strands of hair obstructing her face behind her ear, Alexa moaned softly and nuzzled against her pillow, then slowly began to awaken from her deep sleep.

Her dark brown eyes creaked open, at first, her vision was blurred but gradually, it started to become focused; she smiled as soon as Rafael’s face came into view. The two of them just stared at each other in a blissful moment of silence before he spoke up.

“Good morning Mrs. Barba”

Alexa hummed, “Not for another month”

Rafael chuckled, his hand made a home on top of her bare shoulder and started rubbing soothing circles upon it, their thoughts drifted back to the events of the night before as they continued to lay side by side. The last few months had been a challenge for them, after those responsible for Rafael’s shooting were tried and sentence for their crimes, the focus shifted to planning the details for their upcoming wedding.

They had agreed that it would be a small, intimate ceremony with friends and family in attendance; as they pitched ideas as to where to hold the venue, Alexa settled on the Conservatory Garden in Central Park. It had held a special place in Alexa’s heart, Rafael had surprised her with an outdoor picnic in the Italianate center garden on one of the rare days off he had, so she felt it was an appropriate place; and Rafael couldn’t have agreed more.

After the venue was booked, the next step was to draw out the seating arrangements and write up the guest list, then came time to pick out the place for the reception; again, Rafael and Alexa came to an agreement on the location; the Italian bistro where they had their first date.

Once they received confirmation from the restaurant, the next step was getting Alexa and her bridesmaids fitted into their gowns, as well as Rafael and his groomsmen’s tuxes, the color scheme for the dresses were an elegant shade of ice blue while Alexa picked a strapless ivory gown with the tail end that flowed elegantly behind as she walked around the bridal shop.

Olivia, Amanda, Gladys and Lucia watched in awe at the young woman who looked as if she had popped out of a fairytale; when Alexa gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes pricked with tears. Lucia came up behind her with a tissue, she nodded a thank you as she dabbed her eyes, an overwhelming feeling of pure joy and wonderment enveloped her; it became even more apparent that in a short time, she would become Mrs. Rafael Barba.

With the wedding attire situated, the final step was to pick out the cake, they settled on a traditional vanilla cake decked out in ivory fondant, but they left it up to the cake decorator to make out the design.

Ultimately, everything was finalized and Rafael and Alexa could breathe a sigh of relief, both felt like there was a need to celebrate given all the time and attention that was warranted.

A night of romance that consisted of a candlelit dinner for two, slow dancing to soft jazz music with the result leading to lying in bed staring up at the skylight watching the stars; as they cuddled under the sheets, sweet kisses and wandering hands escalated into the shedding of clothes and an all-night love making session. Thankfully, little Nadia slept soundly throughout the night, even as the tamed cries of Alexa’s orgasm ripped through her body.

Suddenly, their thoughts were interrupted by the cooing and babbling sounds that came through the baby monitor resting on the nightstand behind Rafael, they shared a chuckle before the sheets were pulled out from under them.

Alexa changed into a clean pair of underwear before slipping on her lavender Victoria Secret nightshirt with the words ‘Sleep on It’ scrawled on the front, meanwhile, Rafael pulled on a pair of grey sweats and a black V-neck shirt as he headed for the nursery. Alexa brushed out her hair while looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, then her attention focused on the reflection of her fiancé holding their baby girl in his arms, she set the brush down on the dresser and walked over to them.

“Hey, how’s my baby girl,” Alexa cooed as she gently stroked her hair and lightly pinched her cheek, she giggled as her baby responded with squealing and laughing. Rafael handed Nadia over to her mother, Alexa lifted her up in the air and began making faces, much to the baby’s delight. Rafael smiled at the two of them, he still couldn’t believe that this was his life, a wife and child seemed to be out of reach for him; and yet here he was, about to officially make his family complete.

“Hey, listen, why don’t we get some food in this little one and spend the whole day in bed together…as a family,” Rafael offered as he stood by Alexa and rubbed his baby’s back as she held her.

“I like that idea…” She turned to Nadia and asked, “What do you think sweetie?”

Nadia smiled and babbled in response, Rafael and Alexa giggled at the little one. The young Barba sat in her high chair while Alexa was busy at work making pancakes and sausages, Rafael sat at the counter as he entertained his daughter with kissing sounds and goofy faces. When Alexa brought his plate over, they shared a sweet, tender kiss then flipped those remaining in the frying pan on to a plate of her own.

They ate their meal in silence as Nadia looked on, but then she started fussing when the attention wasn’t directed at her, Alexa grabbed some formula from the fridge and removed the squirming baby from the high chair, with Nadia cradled in her arm; Alexa hand fed her the bottle.

With their plates emptied, Rafael loaded them into the dishwasher, from there, all three of them retraced their steps upstairs. They stopped by the nursery to grab some toys and story books for Nadia, and then re-entered the bedroom, the covers pulled up over them as the infant sat on top of Alexa’s lap.

The loving, doting parents bonded with their child through shakes of her rattle, acting out small plays with stuff animals with Rafael narrating and providing voice overs; both Nadia and Alexa laughed at his funny voices. Each of them read from the story books until the baby’s green eyes became heavy, she let out a yawn and slowly Alexa got up from the bed and went back into the nursery to lay Nadia in her crib.

While she was fast asleep, Alexa covered her up with the pink blanket and as soon as she made it back to the bedroom, she slipped back under the covers and cozied up to Rafael, he wrapped her up in his arms and nuzzled his cheek against her forehead.

“Hmmm…this is nice”

“I know…I can’t wait for the day that I make you my wife”

“Me neither…I love you Rafi”

“I love you too Lex”

In a matter of minutes, the sounds of their light breathing lulled them to sleep.

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Red Hood And The Outlaws: Loyalty (Chapter 14)

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Chapter 14: Kindred Spirits

   The best about living in a bunker under a police station is that you can have direct access to what’s going on in the city. The worst thing however, is when the information you get concerns an ally … or is it more a partner? … a friend? … a fling? Jason didn’t know. But when he learned that [Y/N] was going berserk on Black Mask’s men, he knew he couldn’t wait any second. He surely isn’t the only vigilante in this city listening to police radio. However he had an advantage on Batman this time: he knew her better.

And so he was not really surprised by what was before his eyes. It was almost the same killing pattern as the first time. Men butchered and dismembered, deep teeth marks and scratches. Except that this time she didn’t linger … with good reasons. The bodies were on the ground almost in a perfect circle. This suggested that she was surrounded when she was attacked and that she slaughtered them one by one very quickly. They tried to shoot her judging by the golden bullets shining at Jason’s feet but she was too fast and too cunning. She used some of the men as shields to protect herself during the gunshot. At least that is the best reasoning Jason could pull out by looking at some bodies riddled with bullets. Another well-calculated bloodbath.               Stains of blood flowing between the cobblestones down the gutter caught Jason’s attention. They were a bit too far from the massacre. Was she hurt? … No, of course not. She was too clever by half to be harmed by simple thugs. It was someone else’s blood, a man who tried to flee the fight.         Jason followed the trail and realised he guessed right. A man was slowly crawling on the ground not far away from him, a hand pressed on his wound to prevent the blood from flowing too much. Considering his direction he was trying to reach for a car and he was close.                             Jason looked around him. He knew what was about to happen. But he didn’t know if he should prevent it or not. He had promised Bruce not to kill but he hadn’t promised him he would save criminals. The dilemma didn’t last long as fate, under the appearance of a huge white wolf, bounced on the man from behind the car and took away his body away with a growl as he screamed for the last time. A mere couple of seconds after his still-masked head rolled under the car.   Jason sighed. That was perhaps not necessary.             He approached the car silently when he swore he had heard bones cracking. And here she was, her naked body covered in blood shining under the moonlight, her messy white hair flowing in the wind. What a beautiful killer.       She wasn’t ashamed. Nor was she happy. She was just standing there still and emotionless as a marble statue. A deadly version of Botticelli’s Venus.  

Jason took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders to cover her up without saying a word. She looked up at him and met his blue eyes. “Let’s go home.” He put his hand on her shoulder and she glanced at his gesture before pushing him away. “Let go of me.” He didn’t expect that kind of reaction. “ I’m here to help you.” She had a slight snicker. “Of course you are. This is your part of your vigilante crap thing.” He was about to retort but sirens and flashing red and blue lights interrupted him. “Okay, here’s the thing. Either you come with or you begin to run hoping the cops –or worse- won’t catch you.”

She was far from being stupid. Of course she followed him and rode back with him to his underground hideout. And once there, he just took off his helmet and placed it on his desk on which he leant in silence. But he had that look. Last time she saw one similar to this they ended up screwing on a rooftop. But this time it was different.  

“ Why the hell did you do that for?” He asked sternly, his arms crossed over his broad chest. She rolled her eyes with a sigh. “There you go. Another condescending lecture”             “ I’m not lecturing you, [Y/N].” “ Well it looks like it.” “ I’m just trying to understand why you killed those men.” He didn’t sound nor angry nor judgmental but something was definitely bothering her. “They kinda asked for it.” She growled looking at him right in the eye. He scrutinized her features twisted by anger and pain. She hated it. “What? Are trying to make me feel guilty?”                 “ No”     “ Good. Because I don’t” He tried to put himself in her place. Would he sound as cold-hearted as her after such a massacre? And would he have been able to commit such ignominious act? He couldn’t answer for he didn’t know all of her story.                               “Did you forget that Batman was on your trail and that you have a cover to maintain with Black Mask? Why are you acting like this?”         “I’m not acting, Redbird. I’m just being myself. And if you don’t realise that then you’re blind.” “You and I both know this is not true.” He retorted as he came to sit near her “I don’t know what Black Mask has done to you. But I know one thing: I don’t buy your masquerade.” She glanced at him briefly but remained silent. “I know that there is far more than meets the eye, that behind your self-confidence and your ravishing charms there is still that fragile teenage girl crying for some consideration and love. And you know I’m right.” She could feel his gaze on her but she preferred to keep her eyes down. She hated being told some home truths. “You and I, [Y/N], we are so alike. You said it yourself. And I’m not going to give up on the real you.”   “ You should.” “ I grew up in the streets. Before I was adopted, I was just a poor street rat stealing tyres to survive. But I was given a chance as I’m giving you a chance, today. Don’t turn it down."

His compassion felt weird to her ears. She wasn’t used to this and therefore didn’t know how to act in consequence. So she did as her instinct told her. She confessed in a whisper.

“Black Mask killed my mother.” Jason’s eyes widened at the sudden reveal. It knew her hatred for Black Mask was personal but he didn’t expected this. Her voice was faint and broken. “I was nine years old…. My dad was working for him when he thought he would be a good idea to double-cross him.” That story sounded familiar. “Black Mask found out and he killed her… forced her to overdose with the very same drug my dad used to smuggle behind his back… … … I found her body in the living room” Way too familiar. “I still can see her in my head.”

And so could he. As if it happened yesterday.                 He could still see his mother dying by his side, slowly. He could still see her, here, lied on an old mattress on the floor, by the window, with bandages around her elbows, her drug-damaged skin lightened by few candles. And he could still feel her cold hand in his as he was holding it, begging her to wake up and to pull herself together. I wish you would stop taking that stuff. I wish you could here me. I miss you. But it was like talking to a brick wall, a cold fragile brick wall.               He remembers being angry and hungry. He remembers trying to feed her. I know you’re not hungry much right now but you need to eat something. He remembers stealing food in the street. And he remembers the knocks he got and those he gave to get it. I hurt someone today. I was getting us food. He tried to take it from me, from you, from us. I started hitting him, over and over again. He remembers confessing to her, crying in silence. Mom, am I a bad person?       Until the day he cried out loud. She was dead. His mom was dead. And he couldn’t save her. He called out for his help. But no help came. He was alone. Mom wake up! No! … No!!! … Mom! Mom wake up! Come on. Please. He held her lifeless body on the bathroom floor, hoping she would open her beautiful blue eyes and hold him as well. But she did not. She remained still, with that white foam around her mouth. Please mom wake up! I need you. He had always been conscious that her addiction was slowly killing her but he had always hoped it would never take her away from him, not so quickly, not so soon, not ever.

“ Anyway. I should go. Thanks for the ride.” She said on her way out. He rushed towards her to hold her back by her wrist. “No, stay.”         “ Jason” She sighed to let him know she wanted him to let her go. But he refused. “Where would you go? Back to Black Mask’s?” “ There are other places here in Gotham. I’ll find one.”             “ I want you to stay” He cupped her cheek with a delicacy that made her let go in his hand for a small instant.“ Don’t please. I … This is wrong. All this. I shouldn’t …” He frowned as she slowly took off his hand to leave this place.                 “ What are you talking about?” The mission. She was talking about that stupid mission. She wanted to yell, to tell him the truth, to tell him that the league is after him and that he’s in danger, that she was send to bring him back and that she was miserably failing because of feelings for him she shouldn’t have let herself feel. But instead she just said: “ Why are you so nice to me?”                 “ I care for you.” She sensed tears slowing watering her green eyes. She could bear her pain, but the mere idea he would soon suffer because of her, because she let him in, was unbearable.     “ I don’t deserve it. If only you …” He kissed her to stop her from talking. She gasped against his lips. They were so soft. He was so soft. She let herself briefly melt against him, nestled in his strong embrace before abruptly ending the kiss. “I can’t Jay. We can’t.”                 “ I won’t let you go.” He whispered as he approached to kiss her again. She placed her hands on his broad chest to make him keep his distance.                 “ I’m trouble. Believe me.”       “ I love trouble.”

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All of Me: Chapter 9

The Fic:  Belle French is a pudgy librarian who’s in love from afar with “town monster” and ace reporter, Mr. Gold. Little does she know, he’s head-over-heels in love with her, too. With a little help from Belle’s chef and friend Marco, as well as Neal, Emma, and Henry Cassidy, can these two shy, sweet nerds discover all-accepting love? Chapter Summary: Belle’s car breaks down in the rain and she heads to Gold’s house for refuge. Thank You: Amazing beta who cleans up all my messes: @magnoliatattoo; Artwork: @rumpledspinster A/N: This is for @rowofstars, who is wonderful.

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“(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands” e.e.cummings

It was an unfortunate night for a flat tire, Belle thought, as she slowed to a stop at the corner of Chestnut and Pine streets. Not that such an inconvenience was ever welcome, but breaking down three miles from home with a flat tire and no spare in a rainstorm? Bad. Belle wondered what she had done to provoke the universe’s ire.

“So close yet so far,” she muttered aloud as she shifted into park and allowed the engine to idle.

Belle pulled out her mobile phone and squinted at the screen. One bar and four percent power. She tapped against the steering wheel, weighing her options. She had one call, maybe. Did she call for a tow, or ask her absentminded father (who rarely answered his phone) to come and pick her up?

She settled on the more reliable towing company, but a quick Google search for the phone number was enough to kill the battery completely.

Fantastic. She was stranded in the pouring rain with a dead cell phone and according to the dash, the temperature was dropping.

As the rain washed down the windshield in sheets, Belle was grateful she’d cut short the Thursday evening writer’s workshop at the first sight of menacing, black clouds. Mary Margaret Nolan had been perturbed about being interrupted mid-lecture, but Henry’s grandmother or no, Belle had to be firm. The group didn’t need thirty more minutes of practice on comma placement. She should have followed them all out the door at once. Instead she had succumbed to organizational temptation, shelving books and closing files until the library was in perfect order, ready to throw open its doors and accept the next day’s checkouts and returns.

In her haste to dash from the library door to the car without getting soaked, she’d also forgotten her coat. Her umbrella was locked in the trunk, another poor decision.

The library was spinning like a top, but her personal organization was seriously lacking.

Now it was dark, late, and storming like a bitch.

A tremor ran through her body, and Belle huddled deeper inside her damp cardigan as the storm intensified, willing the steering wheel to tell her what to do. She raised her head. Gold. Why hadn’t she thought of him before?

Guilt pricked at her conscience. She hadn’t considered him because she didn’t want to rely on him.

They had only been seeing each other for a couple of weeks—fifteen days to be exact, not that she was counting. Their four dates (Marco’s, a picnic in the park, an impromptu coffee meetup, and a special playing of Sabrina at Storybrooke’s one-screen movie theatre) had been in public venues, so she’d never been to his home before. However, he’d been hinting around giving her a tour and treating her to a home-cooked meal, so she was reasonably certain of her welcome. And, as luck would have it, Gold’s house was only a short block-and-a-half walk from where she’d broken down. Of course, ‘short’ in the sun and ‘short’ in a torrential downpour were two entirely different matters.

Leaving her vehicle meant getting drenched, but waiting out the rainstorm with her friend?...boyfriend?...almost-boyfriend? was far more preferable than sitting in her car until the storm blew over. Yes, she would brave the rain.

Lightning flashed in the distance and the thunder rumbled in reply, reminding her to move, and do it quickly. Belle grabbed her purse, hiked her sweater over her head, and dashed in the direction of Gold’s house without bothering to lock the car.

“God, please help me find it,” she prayed as she hurried through the storm. It was nearly impossible to see through the veritable torrent of water pouring from the black sky, but Belle ran as fast as she could. Waddling down the sidewalk, she felt like a duck, her breasts bouncing and slapping against her wet skin and her thighs rubbing together as she allowed adrenaline and instinct to carry her to Gold’s doorstep.

The hulking Victorian materialized through the rain, light blazing from every window. It was a beacon of welcome, and Belle cried out as she ran the final steps down the sidewalk and up the walk.

When she arrived at the door, she was winded, soaked, and shaking with cold. Her feet squished inside her shoes as she shifted from foot to foot on the porch. With a slippery finger, she reached out to ring the doorbell. Oh, please let him be home.

xoxo

The peal of the doorbell made him lurch to his feet and hurry to the door. He threw it wide, not even checking to see who there. Please, let it be…

”Belle!” Relieved, he threw his arms around her and pressed his lips to her wet temple. “Thank God. I’ve been so worried. I knew you had the writer’s workshop, but that ended hours ago. I’ve been calling and calling…”

“My battery died. I stayed too long at the library and lost track of time.” She eased out of his embrace and patted his chest. “I’m sorry, now I’ve got you all wet.”

Distractedly, he looked down at the patches of wetness dotting his shirt. Belle pulled back, wrapping her arms about her middle, and Gold almost whimpered at the loss of contact. “I don’t care about a little rainwater, Belle. I’m just so thankful that you’re safe. This weather’s going to get worse before it gets better.”

Rain pummeled the west side of the house and a tree branch scratched against the front window, punctuating his forecast.

He returned his attention to Belle. Lord, she was a sight for sore eyes! Wet hair clung to her neck in soppy ringlets, and her eyes were a bright contrast to her alabaster skin. Her lower lip was tinged blue and trembling, and her clothes clung to her body like a second skin.

“Gold?”

“Yes?”

She arched her eyebrows hopefully. “Do you think I could trouble you for a towel, please?”

“Oh! Right!” Fantastic, old man. Way to make a woman feel welcome. Thunderstruck, he swallowed heavily. “You’re beautiful when you’re…wet.” Good God, what was he saying?

A sudden warmth bloomed in her face, coloring the apples of her cheeks, and she smiled. They both looked down at the puddle of water circling her feet.

Embarrassed, he smiled back, fearing it looked more like a grimace. “Let me find you some dry clothes, Belle,” he said in a rush, “and then I’ll put the kettle on for tea.”

“That would be heavenly,” she said.

“Come, sit down,” he directed, taking her ice-cold hand and leading her into the living room to the left of the foyer. He guided her toward an aged leather recliner close to the fire, the one he’d been squirming in when she showed up on his doorstep. He didn’t sit there often, but it seemed like the kind of chair a bachelor should have, so he kept it.

Belle chewed her lip. It was an expression she often wore when she was undecided what to do next. “But I’ll ruin this beautiful chair,” she protested after a moment, shaking her head.

“It’s leather. I can wipe the water off later. Now sit,” he ordered again. He was talking to her like she was a Labrador retriever. “Please,” he added, rethinking his authoritative tone. Using a thick blanket, he dabbed at the rivulets of water dripping from her face, then wrapped the fleece around her shoulders. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“All right,” she said, collapsing into the chair with a long shiver and dropping her handbag heavily on the floor.

“Now, let’s get you out of those wet clothes. I mean, uh, I’ll find some dry things for you to change into.” He gestured in the direction of the staircase. “I’ll go and get them.”

With Belle settled for the moment, he hobbled up the steps to rummage through his drawers. By the time he reached the landing, he was panting. He’d been nearly frantic before Belle’s sudden arrival, calling all over town in search of her—Marco, Cordelia, Emma, the library, even her parents.

Though he knew it was foolish, he couldn’t seem to help imagining the worst—in his mind’s eye he saw her car hydroplaning and wrapping around an oak tree. Then he’d immediately felt guilty, both for his morbid thoughts and the reason for them. Had he earned the right to worry about his friend?...girlfriend?...almost girlfriend? Confusion settled in.

Opening his armoire, he started to flip through his rarely-worn sweats and t-shirts in search of something cozy and appropriate. Belle was a modest young woman, and though he would have loved to see one of his button-down shirts clinging to her lush curves, he sensed that being on display would make her uncomfortable. He searched his memory: what had Neal advised? Oh, right. Allow Belle to set the pace. Gold pinched his nose and sighed, wondering how on earth his son had become much more intelligent and worldly than his father was.

It had been a long time since he’d had a woman in his home, and his nerves were getting the better of him.

After what seemed like an eternity of hunting through clothes, he emerged from his bedroom with an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft, voluminous pajama pants with an elastic waistband. Stopping by the hallway linen closet, he added a thick, hotel-style robe to the pile for good measure and set everything out in the guest bathroom with a new toothbrush and fresh towels.

xoxo

Once Gold rounded the corner to head upstairs, Belle looked down at herself and moaned aloud in embarrassment. Her sweater was sticking to her breasts and her back and her long skirt clung to her thighs and belly.

When she’d been standing at the door, dripping all over his polished cherry floors like a daft fool, his gaze had dipped over her too-round body outlined in the clinging clothes—top to bottom and back again, making her heart skitter and leap. 

Ever the gentleman, Gold had swooped in to take care of her, throwing the door open in welcome. His concern for her welfare in the storm warmed her heart and made her feel safe and cared for. While she waited for the promised dry clothes, she marveled at his spacious, well-appointed home. It was such a stark contrast to the sparse, impersonal house she shared with her father and Edith.

Curious, she slid out of the chair to explore, cringing when the friction of her wet backside and thighs made a squelching sound against the leather. Everywhere she looked, custom bookshelves were filled with an eclectic mix of items. There were masks and paintings, small sculptures and vases, and a stack of postcards. A few painted walking sticks were propped in a corner. It reminded her of her own room—cluttered—Edith always pronounced it, scrunching up her face like a prune. But to Belle it looked lived in. She enjoyed being surrounded by pretty, interesting things, and seeing that Gold shared her passion for décor made her feel at home and closer to him.

Before long, she heard his cane tapping on the hardwood and she returned to the chair, feeling a pang of guilt for snooping. With interest, she watched him crouch down by the hearth to poke and prod the dying fire into a roaring blaze with the dexterity and efficiency of an Eagle Scout. It seemed there was nothing he could not do. Plus, he really did have the most beautiful hands she had ever seen. He turned to her, smiled, and guided her to her feet once more. 

“I’ve put some things out for you in the guest bathroom upstairs. It’s the second door on the right,” he said, ushering her through the foyer and up the first two steps. Gold pressed two long, warm fingers against her back, making her toes curl inside her waterlogged shoes and her belly tighten in sensual delight. The warmth of his touch burned through the wet cotton of her clothing, and she bounded up the stairs wide-eyed, enthralled by being with him in his home.

Once she was inside the spacious guest bath, she stripped off her soaked garments and wrung out the excess water, draping them over the shower curtain rod to dry.  Unfortunately, her bra and panties were soaked through as well, and she was thankful for the dark fleece pajama pants and soft, dark grey cotton t-shirt he’d given her to change into. The robe was a luxurious Egyptian cotton, the kind one would find at a posh health spa, and it felt like a hug as she wrapped it around her and knotted the sash.

She brushed her teeth, then looked through her purse, thankful she carried a small amount of makeup and a comb. Already wet enough, she decided to forgo a shower, but combed her tangled locks out before she dusted her face with powder and touched up her lip-gloss. She did the powder and gloss by Braille, avoiding the mirror. Her hands shook a little as she tried to screw the lid back on the lip-gloss. She swished some mouthwash around, then took a deep breath and went downstairs. The rich scents of stewed tomatoes and melting cheese greeted her as she padded into Gold’s kitchen to find him stirring a pot on the stove. Her stomach growled, and she realized she was ravenous.

“Hey.” Gold poured hot water from the whistling kettle into a white porcelain cup decorated with a bright blue branch, dropped in a bag of PG Tips, then set it on the table. “Drink some tea and warm up.”

“Thank you.” Belle shivered again, despite the cozy pajamas and robe.

“I would offer to drive you home, but this hail is supposed to last all night.” He met her eyes. “It would be safer for you to stay here.”

He wanted her to stay? “I don’t want to impose,” she hedged. “Are you sure?”

“More than sure. In fact, I insist on seeing to your safety.” His intense eyes pleaded with her to agree.

Belle hesitated. There would be some explaining to do tomorrow when she got home, she knew. Edith was unlikely to let this go without an inquisition. Belle shrugged and shoved the thought away; perhaps she would simply lie and say she bunked at the library all night.

“Then I would love to stay.” Belle said. His delighted, answering grin made her heart flip-flop. “I really appreciate the change of clothes and tea. And it smells delicious in here.”

“Are you hungry? It’s not the fettuccine alfredo I planned on preparing when you came for a proper visit, but I have tomato soup and turkey sandwiches. Chips too, if you like.”

“You make fettuccine alfredo?” Belle was impressed. She hated to even boil water. Whenever she cooked, she had a terrible tendency to forget to mind the stove. Even when attempting to follow a cookbook recipe, she would become engrossed in the writer’s anecdotes and forget what she was supposed to be cooking. It was one of the hazards of being a voracious reader.

“Si.” He nodded jauntily. “Marco’s recipe.”

“Oh, really?” She sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip of her tea. “He’s sharing closely guarded family recipes with you now? He must like you,” she teased, knowing how fond Marco was of Gold. She watched her host move gracefully around the kitchen, plating their impromptu meal like a five-star chef.

Gold laughed and set a towering turkey sandwich and a generous side of potato chips in front of her, along with a steaming crock of soup covered in melted cheese. “Well, he only parted with the one. I think he simply wants to ensure that his Bella is properly fed even when you’re not eating at his table.”

Belle grinned. Yes, that sounded like Marco.

She nibbled on her sandwich and chips and took dainty sips of the soup, even though everything was delicious and she was starving.

“Sweetheart,” Gold said, stopping her from fidgeting as she toyed with a chip. She met his eyes and looked at his plate and bowl. Both were empty. “Go ahead and eat. It’s long past suppertime and no one is watching.”

Belle swallowed thickly and gave him a grateful look. She was getting better about eating in front of other people, Gold most of all, but she still needed to be reminded.

She picked up her sandwich and took an earnest bite. She didn’t stop eating until only crumbs peppered the plate and every last drop of soup was gone.

Gold smiled his approval, then he cleared the dishes away and clapped his hands once. “How about a tour?” Content and happy, Belle rose from the table and accepted his outstretched hand.

Together, they toured his home, as Gold regaled her with stories of his war correspondent days. He showed her the parlour with its many trinkets from far-away lands, and each of the second floor bedroom suites, all of which featured their own fireplace.

“This will be your room tonight,” he said, nodding toward the largest suite, which was decorated in rich shades of blue and cream.

Gold saved the best for last, however, concluding the tour in his vast library. It featured a desk with a reading lamp, and two large, plush Queen Anne chairs graced either side of the massive fireplace.  The room looked like something out of a Victorian home in the English countryside, and Belle loved its cozy beauty.

Most of all, she was awed by the sheer volumes of books gracing the old oak shelves. His solid collection of grammar and style books, lined up on an eye-level shelf, were the most well-worn. A fat selection of children’s books adorned the shelves closest to the floor and Belle sat down cross-legged to inspect, running her fingers over a first edition set of Beatrix Potter’s Peter Rabbit series.

Belle marveled at how far their relationship had progressed in a short time. For years he had come to the library to borrow books on politics, business, and writing. More recently, he’d been coming in for children’s stories. Now she was a guest in his home admiring a collection that rivaled what she offered in town.

“Those are for Henry,” Gold said.

“Impressive. You have more children’s books here than we have at the library,” she said lightly.

“Well,” Gold cleared his throat and his eyes locked with hers. “Henry likes the reading hour and the scenery at Storybrooke Public is positively breathtaking.”

“Books love anyone who opens them,” she said, her pulse tripping over the compliment. “It doesn’t matter where.”

“If that is true, you must have a vast array of admirers. Do I need to be jealous?” he asked, his tone teasing.

“No,” she decided. “You’re the best book I’ve opened yet.”

xoxo

“It’s a large home for one person,” he said apologetically when they returned to the first floor. “I often think about letting this old place go, maybe leasing myself a one bedroom apartment in one of my buildings.”

“What?” She whirled around, her face crestfallen. “No, this house is incredible. All the nooks and special details. It’s a decorator’s dream. Oh, Erskine, you can’t sell your wonderful home.”

She pressed her hands to her cheeks when she said his name, a gorgeous blush blooming over her face. He bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at her mortified expression.

“Oh…should I not have said that?” she asked meekly.

“It’s all right. I like the sound of my name on your lips,” he said, leaning closer. His hand came to rest against her neck, just under her earlobe. “Say it again.”

“Erskine,” she whispered, her eyes wide and impossibly blue as he closed the distance between them.

He placed a slow, chaste kiss on her lips, every nerve in his body roaring to life at the touch of her soft mouth. He pulled back slowly, and invited her to sit on the couch.

The rain continued its loud steady drumbeat on the roof. Gold lit some candles, stoked the fire, and cued up the movie Moonstruck, a recommendation from Marco. That was him—moonstruck by the woman seated on the opposite cushion of the couch. The power would probably go off soon, but they could enjoy a bit of mindless entertainment while it lasted.

The movie started, and Belle scooted closer to him on the couch, surprising him when she lifted his arm and rested it across the back of her shoulders. She snuggled into his side, then tipped her head up to smile at him.

“There, that’s better,” she said softly, and turned her attention back to the screen.

Awestruck, Gold smiled as his beautiful Belle snuggled closer to him. Her presence both soothed and ignited him, and he was overwhelmed by the sensations of having her in his home and in his arms. They reclined in comfortable silence for a long time, and as the movie wore on, Belle leaned back against his chest.

Gold sighed with pleasure as her gentle curves molded against him; she was so soft. Plump, warm, and intensely female. He could smell her damp hair, the freshness of her skin—the intoxicating combination made his blood burn.

“I’m beginning to get sleepy,” she admitted, craning her neck back and looking at him with vague, unfocused eyes.

“Well, then, let me kiss you goodnight,” he said huskily. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss to her forehead, then dipped lower to kiss the tip of her nose. As his lips found hers, Belle moaned softly against his mouth, and his tongue twitched, slipping out to taste her lips. Belle parted her lips, allowing him entrance, and he kissed her deeply, passionately, their tongues twining as they breathed the same air. She tasted like tomato soup and sugar, and Gold brought his hand up to cup her cheek as he kissed her. Along the way, his forearm slid across the underside of one of her soft, generous breasts. Without thinking, he flattened his hand against the curve, and his thumb ghosted up and over her breast, feeling the taut nipple beneath the soft cotton of her, his, t-shirt. Belle’s hand found his immediately, and without breaking the kiss, she squeezed and held it in place, until they came up for air and she moved his hand back to his side.

“You copped a feel,” she said, her eyes dark but sparkling with mirth.

“Belle, I’m so sorry,” he stammered, ashamed. What was that self-talk upstairs about taking it slow?

“Don’t be.” Belle raised up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “I enjoyed it.” She yawned, then settled back against his chest and nodded off to sleep.

While Belle slept, the storm raged on, transitioning from rain to hail. He tensed, the noise overwhelming him for a moment, but holding Belle in his arms soothed and distracted him.

He’d gone into a panic on their walk a couple of weeks ago, his first in months, and she’d drawn him out of it with her sweet touch and tender kiss. Praying he could avoid tumbling into another attack, he forced his limbs to relax and focused on the deep, even rhythm of her breathing.

xoxo

Gold woke up in the dark, startled by the sound of bullets.

He was in a dusty, gray, desolate place. All he could see was a landmine, a child standing shirtless and dirty in its midst, wearing Neal’s face. It was always Neal.

Blood thundered in his ears, and a trickle of cold sweat chased down his forehead. He wiped it away with the back of his shaking hand. His blood ran cold, the hair on his arms standing at attention as adrenaline kicked in. His inner core began to shiver, his muscles frozen into place. Belle was snoring softly, a peaceful weight in his arms and he didn’t want to wake her.

“Hail, Gold,” he whispered, recalling the storm. “It’s only hail.”

His teeth chattered, the cacophony of hailstones beating on the roof jarring him.

“Erskine?” Belle’s sleepy voice drifted through the cold air.

“It’s all right, Belle,” he said, breathing hard. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting her to see him like this again. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

“This happened before,” she whispered. “At the park.” He felt the couch cushion shift as she sat up, pulling away from him. She lit a fresh candle, illuminating the blackness. Soon he felt the warmth of her body against his once more, her warm palms caressing his face.

“Erskine…” She took his face between both hands and steadied him, her eyes searching his in the candlelight until they locked and held. “Hey, I’m here. I am right here. You’re ok. Breathe with me.”

Belle’s words calmed him, and his eyes dropped to her lips, where he focused on the soothing melody of her voice and the motion of her mouth crooning assurances.

Allowing his head to drift to her shoulder, he broke through the storm raging in his mind, and sank into the safe harbor that was Belle.

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[andintheendiddoitallagain]

Baby Come Home

*It had been seven days since a garbage truck had crashed into a van and sent six people to the hospital.  Seven days since I’d held a screaming child as she tried to grasp what had happened to her parents until she could finally get to them.  Seven days since I had acted on desperation and grief, clinging to anything I could find to hide from my fears, only to have to confront even more of them. Seven days since Trick had been home.   It shouldn’t have been weird not seeing him, not really.  When I traveled for work, months would go by without us actually setting eyes on each other without the help of skype and a laptop.  But this… this was different. When we were apart, we always talked, in some form, every day.  Even if it was just quick, meaningless texts, there was always a connection in some way.  Plus, I wasn’t living at his fucking house. But this was different. I hadn’t heard a single word from him since he had left that night, not one.  He’d talked to Pan a few times, and because Pete was a good person, he relayed the message at least, that Trick was okay.  It was small comfort, but at least it was something.   I’d spent the last week alternating between nervously pacing the kitchen, eating far too much take out, avoiding the paparazzi, trying to edit together shots for an upcoming article and having sex with Pan. Only four of those things were really planned; just two of them were enjoyable. That situation, in itself, was sticky, unintended. No strings attached was an easy policy to establish, but when you add twenty-five years of friendship in the mix, well… it was a very fucking good thing that I compartmentalized well. To say that the distraction was welcome was most likely the understatement of the year and I entertained the thought for a brief moment while, shockingly, pacing the kitchen barefoot and eating cold sesame noodles out of the carton while the wind picked up outside. “Jesus Christ, Beary.  Just fucking go see him already.”  There was an edge of irritation in Pan’s voice and I stopped my pacing and turned to face him as he perched on the island and regarded me with something akin to frustration.* I didn’t mean… fuck. I’m just worried about him, you know? *I didn’t elaborate, even though I probably should have and Pan’s expression softened as he jumped easily down from his perch and plucked the carton of spicy deliciousness from my hands before pulling me into a warm hug and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I know you are, so am I.  This isn’t like him, and I know he isn’t happy about it. He’s okay though, I promise.  And he wants to see you. He may not have said that, but I know that pretty asshole and he won’t be happy until it has happened. So, you know, go change.  As much as I know you don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks, leaving the house in my boxers and Pattycake’s shirt is probably not a great idea right now, especially with the clouds rolling in the way that they are.* Wrinkling my nose, I stuck my tongue out at Pan and glanced over my shoulder out the kitchen windows; the weak light that had been struggling to break through the clouds had finally been eclipsed and the sky was nearly black with both the impending night and storm.* You know I’m not willing to say you’re right but… *I couldn’t help my grin even as Pete’s light up his face. “When I’m right, I’m right.  And I’m right.  Now git. The show thirty minutes ago.” Pan didn’t stand for any arguments, instead choosing to smack me on the ass and start eating what was left of my dinner.  I squealed and flipped him off as I headed for the stairs, earning a laugh. “Maybe when you get home, Beary. I’m still a little worn out from this morning.”  The words were delivered around a mouthful of noodles and chicken which was entirely unsurprising and weirdly comforting at the same time. Changing was not a long process in the slightest, mostly because the vast majority of my clothes were exactly where I was not; a limited selection made things easy. As I buttoned my black jeans and shoved my feet in a pair of batter Chucks that had absolutely seen better days, their original black faded to a deep grey, with the rubber starting to crack although the words scrawled there in stark black sharpie were still legible. I twisted my hair up into a messy knot and anchored it with a stolen pen, one of Pan’s if the sparkly purple rhinestones and ink were anything to go by, and shoved my wallet in my pocket as I dashed back down to the first floor, pausing in the kitchen to steal a pack of gum from the ridiculous stash that Trick kept hidden in his pantry. “Are those shoes from that night in Brooklyn?”  Somehow, most likely do to his weird, ninja skills, Pan had snuck up behind me and his words, as well as the warm breath brushing over my ear made me jump.  I couldn’t be mad though, not even if I wanted to, and settled for glaring halfheartedly over the top of my glasses.* They absolutely are. I left them with Trick after I nearly lost them thanks to some airport fuckery. *There was far more to the story than I had time to think about in this moment, although I tucked the memory away for the drive to wherever the fuck it was that I was going. “Good. Your Uber is on the way, and here. It’s going to rain soon.”  Pan draped a jacket over my shoulders with a small smile, tweaking the collar just slightly as the garment hung over my bare arms.  It was ridiculous and far too long, but it would at least keep me somewhat dry if I needed it. Pushing up onto the balls of my feet, I brushed a kiss against his cheek.*  Thank you, Pan. I promise I’ll bring it back.  I’m not a coat thief. *The laugh I received was loud and braying, one of my absolute favorites. “No, you would never steal a coat.  Just shirts. And hats. And ties. And boxers… shall I go on?”  His tone was teasing and there was a twinkle of mischief in his whiskey eyes. * I mean, you can but it won’t make any difference. You know that. * ”I do. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.” The words were almost solemn in the unusual quiet of the pantry, and I leaned almost instinctively into Pan’s hand as he straightened my glasses. Anything else he may have been thinking was cut off by the beeping of a horn outside, and he gave me a small smile and brushed his thumb lightly over my cheek. “Be good, Sweetheart.” The words were just above a whisper and there was something heavy in them that I couldn’t seem to put my finger on, although I didn’t have time to process it in the slightest as he stepped aside and ushered me out of the pantry, shooing me towards the front door and guiding me easily out into the beginning of the storm. The storm had picked up as we wove through the streets, finally stopping in front of the venue that Pan had obviously directed the driver to. I slipped out of the vehicle with a wave and wrapped my borrowed jacket tightly around me but, despite the length, it did little to safeguard me from the now pouring rain and I was drenched in a matter of seconds.  The sidewalk and alley were scattered with whom I could only assume were fans, seeing as they were slowly filtering out of the wide open doors. I caught a quick glimpse of a ‘sold out’ sign that still hung in the now darkened box office window. A quick flash of pride welled up inside of me and I was, not for the first time, absolutely thrilled for the attention that Trick was getting for his music, no matter what may have been done to ignite that interest. The press of bodies at the barrier surrounding the white van that I knew Trick used for his equipment was already several people deep, despite the rain, and I cast a glance at the back door as I settled just out of the way of the crowd, leaning back easily against a brick building across from the club.  I kept my head down, the rain plastering loose strands of hair to my cheeks and neck before slipping down beneath the collar of my jacket. I probably would have been better off with a hoodie but hindsight was, as always, twenty-twenty. Shoving my hands in the too deep pockets, I allowed myself a little time to get lost in my thoughts, ignoring everything except for the rhythm of the rain and the roll of thunder overhead as memories of the last week, month, year, decade flooded through my mind on an endless loop.  That was brought to a halt as cries and flashes of light filled the air,  ones that were definitely not a  product of the light show overhead. My smile was immediate as I barely caught sight of a familiar fedora and just the briefest flash of a smile just past the clamoring crowd, that all seemed to be calling his name. I stood back for a bit, the rain getting steadily heavier as the time passed, and simply watched.  Trick seemed, maybe not in his element, but happy at least, his smile bright and genuine as he signed autographs and posed for pictures under an umbrella that was dutifully held by a familiar looking man in an atomic yellow raincoat, ‘security’ written on it in stark black letters. I couldn’t help the smile that passed my lips as I leaned back, staying in the shadows as much as I could.  I could pick out a few brighter flashes, ones that absolutely didn’t belong to a phone and my stomach turned at the thought of having to deal with fucking Chad again, or worse, so sticking to the shadows it was, at least for now. My happy little bubble of isolation was shattered just a few moments later when a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky and illuminated  the tiny alley followed almost immediately by a deafening roll of thunder, startling whatever creature was hiding in beneath the stacks of crates to my left, sending them tumbling to the cracked, wet asphalt with a clatter that drew the attention of everyone left at the barricade, including Trick. My cheeks flushed, very uncharacteristically, at the half whispered murmurs and I forced myself to stop studying the writing on the toe caps of my leaking shoes just in time to meet Trick’s gaze. Even with the distance that still separated us, I could see his eyes widen behind his glasses, a flash of surprise crossing his face. I raised my hand in a small, silent wave and saw his lips twitch, just slightly into a frown before he turned first to the blonde fan he was speaking with and then Mr. Umbrella, his words to both lost on me between the rain and the distance.  The latter, however, was only an issue for a few more moments before Umbrella was easily moving through the crowd, Trick following on his heels.  My stomach turned, inexplicably, the closer that he got and I shifted my weight anxiously from one foot to the other, my bottom lip securely between my teeth as I studied my shoes intently. A two fingers, warm and familiarly calloused, gently tilted my head up until I met blue eyes, dark with emotions that I couldn’t place but even then, they were safe and home and just… Trick. The truly embarrassing noise that caught in my throat was choked back as I finally stopped fighting and almost lunged forward, throwing my arms around Trick’s neck and burying my face against his shoulder.  He was literally everything good in this world, except for Pan, and I’d be a fucking hypocrite if I pretended otherwise, for even a moment. I felt his quiet laugh, the gentle vibration in his chest, as he pulled me tight against him and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “Teddy, I’m so-”  The words were quiet, for my ears only, but I still shook my head, looking back up at him.* Don’t, you don’t- it’s okay just come home? *My voice cracked far more than I would have liked, and the words were disjointed and tears fell, unbidden, mixing with the icy rain that was still falling, but he smiled softly with a nod of his head, rain falling from the brim of his deep grey fedora.  Trick’s gaze darted to the line of fans behind him, and the photographers beyond that, all with cameras pointed in our direction.  His question was unspoken and unnecessary, as I stood back up on my toes to meet his lips in a sweet, almost chaste kiss for the cameras. Although it was a show, one that we both knew we had to put on, that didn’t take anything away from it in the slightest, and I laced my fingers with Trick’s as he draped an arm over my black clad shoulders and guided me wordlessly towards the waiting car that would finally take us home.*  #BabyComeHome #TheKidsArentAlright

[dreamlover31]

Love Will Find a Way: Chapter 39

Streaks of sunlight peeked through the curtains, Rafael stirred from underneath the covers, he let out a groan as his eyes fluttered open. The sight before him caused his lips to curl up into a soft smile; the woman he planned to share his life with, the mother of his child and who had essentially completed the missing half of his soul laid beside him with her arms tucked under the pillowcase, her long dark hair had covered most of her face. Rafael’s heart melted seeing her so at peace, God…her infinite beauty never ceases to amaze me, I wish I could keep her in such a state of tranquility.

He reached forward and tucked the strands of hair obstructing her face behind her ear, Alexa moaned softly and nuzzled against her pillow, then slowly began to awaken from her deep sleep. Her dark brown eyes creaked open, at first, her vision was blurred but gradually, it started to become focused; she smiled as soon as Rafael’s face came into view. The two of them just stared at each other in a blissful moment of silence before he spoke up.

“Good morning Mrs. Barba”

Alexa hummed, “Not for another month”

Rafael chuckled, his hand made a home on top of her bare shoulder and started rubbing soothing circles upon it, their thoughts drifted back to the events of the night before as they continued to lay side by side. The last few months had been a challenge for them, after those responsible for Rafael’s shooting were tried and sentence for their crimes, the focus shifted to planning the details for their upcoming wedding.

They had agreed that it would be a small, intimate ceremony with friends and family in attendance; as they pitched ideas as to where to hold the venue, Alexa settled on the Conservatory Garden in Central Park. It had held a special place in Alexa’s heart, Rafael had surprised her with an outdoor picnic in the Italianate center garden on one of the rare days off he had, so she felt it was an appropriate place; and Rafael couldn’t have agreed more.

After the venue was booked, the next step was to draw out the seating arrangements and write up the guest list, then came time to pick out the place for the reception; again, Rafael and Alexa came to an agreement on the location; the Italian bistro where they had their first date.

Once they received confirmation from the restaurant, the next step was getting Alexa and her bridesmaids fitted into their gowns, as well as Rafael and his groomsmen’s tuxes, the color scheme for the dresses were an elegant shade of ice blue while Alexa picked a strapless ivory gown with the tail end that flowed elegantly behind as she walked around the bridal shop.

Olivia, Amanda, Gladys and Lucia watched in awe at the young woman who looked as if she had popped out of a fairytale; when Alexa gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes pricked with tears. Lucia came up behind her with a tissue, she nodded a thank you as she dabbed her eyes, an overwhelming feeling of pure joy and wonderment enveloped her; it became even more apparent that in a short time, she would become Mrs. Rafael Barba.

With the wedding attire situated, the final step was to pick out the cake, they settled on a traditional vanilla cake decked out in ivory fondant, but they left it up to the cake decorator to make out the design. Ultimately, everything was finalized and Rafael and Alexa could breathe a sigh of relief, both felt like there was a need to celebrate given all the time and attention that was warranted.

A night of romance that consisted of a candlelit dinner for two, slow dancing to soft jazz music with the result leading to lying in bed staring up at the skylight watching the stars; as they cuddled under the sheets, sweet kisses and wandering hands escalated into the shedding of clothes and an all-night love making session. Thankfully, little Nadia slept soundly throughout the night, even as the tamed cries of Alexa’s orgasm ripped through her body.

Suddenly, their thoughts were interrupted by the cooing and babbling sounds that came through the baby monitor resting on the nightstand behind Rafael, they shared a chuckle before the sheets were pulled out from under them. Alexa changed into a clean pair of underwear before slipping on her lavender Victoria Secret nightshirt with the words ‘Sleep on It’ scrawled on the front, meanwhile, Rafael pulled on a pair of grey sweats and a black V-neck shirt as he headed for the nursery. Alexa brushed out her hair while looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, then her attention focused on the reflection of her fiancé holding their baby girl in his arms, she set the brush down on the dresser and walked over to them.

“Hey, how’s my baby girl,” Alexa cooed as she gently stroked her hair and lightly pinched her cheek, she giggled as her baby responded with squealing and laughing. Rafael handed Nadia over to her mother, Alexa lifted her up in the air and began making faces, much to the baby’s delight.

Rafael smiled at the two of them, he still couldn’t believe that this was his life, a wife and child seemed to be out of reach for him; and yet here he was, about to officially make his family complete.

“Hey, listen, why don’t we get some food in this little one and spend the whole day in bed together…as a family,” Rafael offered as he stood by Alexa and rubbed his baby’s back as she held her.

“I like that idea…” She turned to Nadia and asked, “What do you think sweetie?” Nadia smiled and babbled in response, Rafael and Alexa giggled at the little one.

The young Barba sat in her high chair while Alexa was busy at work making pancakes and sausages, Rafael sat at the counter as he entertained his daughter with kissing sounds and goofy faces. When Alexa brought his plate over, they shared a sweet, tender kiss then flipped those remaining in the frying pan on to a plate of her own. They ate their meal in silence as Nadia looked on, but then she started fussing when the attention wasn’t directed at her, Alexa grabbed some formula from the fridge and removed the squirming baby from the high chair, with Nadia cradled in her arm; Alexa hand fed her the bottle.

With their plates emptied, Rafael loaded them into the dishwasher, from there, all three of them retraced their steps upstairs. They stopped by the nursery to grab some toys and story books for Nadia, and then re-entered the bedroom, the covers pulled up over them as the infant sat on top of Alexa’s lap. The loving, doting parents bonded with their child through shakes of her rattle, acting out small plays with stuff animals with Rafael narrating and providing voice overs; both Nadia and Alexa laughed at his funny voices.

Each of them read from the story books until the baby’s green eyes became heavy, she let out a yawn and slowly Alexa got up from the bed and went back into the nursery to lay Nadia in her crib. While she was fast asleep, Alexa covered her up with the pink blanket and as soon as she made it back to the bedroom, she slipped back under the covers and cozied up to Rafael, he wrapped her up in his arms and nuzzled his cheek against her forehead.

“Hmmm…this is nice”

“I know…I can’t wait for the day that I make you my wife”

“Me neither…I love you Rafi”

“I love you too Lex”

In a matter of minutes, the sounds of their light breathing lulled them to sleep.