#edit again: ALSO WHY IS 'SHARING SOME WINE' AN INVITATION TO SEX

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

Teacher's Pet

Aizawa's got eyes for his new teacher's assistant. Reader was is a former student of his.

tw: smut, noncon, drugging, yandere-ish, penetration

AN: My computer deleted the original version of this fic so I anger-rewrote it. Not edited.

You were always Aizawa's favorite. Never rude or lazy. And you always trusted his decisions. That's why - after a few years - when you decided to try your hand at teaching he volunteered to train you has his Teacher's Assistant. You looked the same, just a little more mature. You still looked at the man with the same doe eyed expression, waiting for his next direction. You were no longer his student and he didn't need to keep his mind from wandering.

Aizawa invited you over under the guise of grading papers. In attempt to make the task less boring, he poured two glasses of wine.

"Aizawa-sensei, how late is it?" You yawned.

Your mentor glanced at his phone, "You know you can call me Shota. It's only going to be 9, if you're tired we can finish this another day."

Nodding you attempted to stand, but plopped back down because the room began to spin. Maybe it was the alcohol mixing with your exhaustion but your body felt heavy and sluggish.

"I didn't realize you weren't much of a drinker," Aizawa laughed, extending his arm toward you. "Here, let me help you up."

You managed a few steps before taking a break to collect your bearings. On second thought, it couldn't be the wine, you only had a single glass. Then the room began to shift. Aizawa had picked you up. He was talking to you, something about being worried for your safety. You weren't fully listening, it was a pain just trying to concentrate.

When did you get on a bed?

You felt the mattress shift as Aizawa sat beside you. "I think you should just sleep it off here, I know you're pretty tough but right now you look like a confused little kitten."

Taking a deep breath you tried sitting up, "No, I shouldn't-"

The older man was on top of you. Tendrils of his hair reached down to graze your face. He smells so good, you couldn't put your finger on it but he smelled like comfort.

You snapped out of your trance when you felt a tug at your waist. Aizawa, your mentor, was pulled off your pants. When had he removed your shirt?

"Sensei, stop-"

Aizawa smashed his lips against yours. He had one had tangled in your hair to keep you from squirming away from his attack. "Are you gonna be a good girl and open your mouth for me?"

Heat was coursing throughout your body. You were embarrassed, upset, scared, but also curious. Of course your body was feeling good, but this wasn't what you wanted. You shook your head before he caught your lips again. You kept them firmly pressed together, denying his tongue entrance. But then dug his nails into your soft hips so hard that you had to cry out in pain. After exploring with his tongue he pulled away from you.

"See, that's not so hard."

To make everything worse, he had skillfully removed your bra while you were distracted.

He licked his lip as you took in your body, the only thing left was your underwear. Kneeling on the bed, between your spread legs, he place a hand under either knee. With a quick pull he dragged you toward him. Your ass was elevated, resting on the top of his thighs; gravity making your breasts perkier than they already were. If he had drugged you it must've fully kicked in because no matter how hard you will your arms, they wouldn't move.

His knuckles grazed between your thighs making tears escape your eyes.

"Oh kitty, you've soaked through your panties," he pressed a little harder against the material. "You always caught the eyes of so many of the boys. I wondered if you knew. If you acted naive around them as a way to tease. How many of them succeeded?"

You didn't respond.

Hooking a finger under you panties he moved them to the side, exposing your glistening pussy. Whimpering you begged him once more to stop. Maybe if you told him you were too tired he'd leave you alone.

"I know honey, once we're done it'll be bedtime. If you avoid my questions we're gonna have to stay up later. Tell me how many boys you let crawl between your legs. What'd they do that made you feel good?"

All the while his hand never stopped rubbing against you.

Your words came out choppy, between tearful gasps, "Please, Aizawa sensei, I don't want to. I promise, I never-"

A shiver racked your body when he began rubbing circles around your clit. You jerked away from him. You think you were strong enough to pull away but maybe he just wanted an excuse to reposition you. He leaned forward, giving your body a break and smiled against your neck, "Is my kitty a virgin?"

Humiliated you nodded your head. You never really stopped to think about your lack of a sex life, none of your peers ever caught you attention in that way. You just wanted to become a pro and prove yourself to your role model, the man on top of you.

"How perfect are you," he cooed. He moved to sucking an nipping at your breasts, leaving a trail of marks from your neck like a map. "How about we go slowly. I know they taught sex ed but real life is always different from a text book. Let me know if you have any questions, you know I'm a good teacher."

A calloused finger slid inside you. You focused on your breathing, everything was okay. It was uncomfortable but not unbearable. He moved his finger slowly, taking in how tight your felt. He didn't want your first time to be unnecessarily painful. You were mortified when he removed his finger from you and brought it to his lips. He groaned as his licked two fingers.

"You're doing so good, baby. Can you take a big breath for me?" Two fingers slid inside you, there wasn't much resistance but you felt the pressure change. You couldn't help with whine. "That's my good girl. We're gonna do three now, okay?"

Fuck. Three was too much. You felt like you couldn't take any more. Then, with his fingers still inside of you be began playing with your clit again. Your body tensed as electricity coursed from your core. The moan that poured from your lips was involuntary. More juices pooled beneath you. You kept shaking while Aizawa withdrew from you.

"Such a messy girl," he kissed you. "That's exactly what we want."

Becoming acutely aware that his erect cock was resting below your belly you looked for the first time. You weren't sure what to expect when it came to the size of any dick but certainly not what was before you.

"Wait, can we stop," you found your voice. "It's too big, I don't think I can do it."

"Trust me, it'll fit. It may be a little painful at the beginning because it's your first time but then it'll feel good. Just like how I made you feel good with my hands."

The anticipation was killing him. Aizawa was trying to keep your attention by praising you while he teased around your soaking entrance with the head of his cock.

You hissed, pushing weakly against Aizawa's chest, as he entered you. He moved slowly, frustratingly slow. He wanted nothing more that to push in to you, to make you hurt in the best way. Your walls felt so tight and warm against him that if he was a less experienced man would've already finished him.

Finally at his base you earned more praise, "Fuck, kitten, you're taking me so well. Already making me feel so good and it's only your first time. I'm gonna try to go slow but - fuck - tell me if it starts getting to rough."

After a few moments you began to acclimate and the pain eased up. But every time his hips fully met against you you were reminded his girth. You involuntarily jerked against him as that feeling of electricity began to manifest in your core. He was beginning to pick up the pace and couldn't keep from arching against him. Sparks shot through your body as he bit into your shoulder. Your walls spasmed around him. You could hear him praising you as almost completely pulled out just to thrust back into you. Repeating the motion and filling the near silence with the sound of your wetness.

Maybe something in your broke or maybe it was a defense mechanism but your started to rationalize the situation. You body did feel physically good. And lord know's you always had a thing for the hero. This would be perfect if he had gone about things the right way. You wanted some sense of control so you did the only thing you could think of.

"Sh-Shota," You moaned into his ear. Your nails digging in to his back.

"Fuck, say it again," he growled. No longer able to control his pace he moved harder and faster. Tomorrow there would be plenty of proof on your body that Aizawa had been there. "Be my good girl and say it again."

You weren't going to, but you were speaking before you realized, "Shota, I can't-"

If he kept going like this you knew hit your third orgasm of the night. You didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"You're going to. Show me that you can be a good little whore and listen to teacher."

As if on cue you were seeing stars. Aizawa moaned into you neck and buried his cock deep inside of you. There was a new sensation and your realized that he wasn't wearing protection. His hot cum was filling you to the brim. "Wait, I'm not on the pill"

After a few more pumps he froze inside of you, "That's so fucking hot."

He pulled out and a mixture of both your fluids followed. He rolled to the side of you and brought you close to his chest.

"I'm so proud of you, you were such a good girl."

You interrupted, maybe he hadn't heard you, "I'm, I'm not on the pill."

"That's okay, I wouldn't want you to be, you're all mine. You need to sleep, we can take a bath in the morning."

You were tired, even though it felt like your mind was beginning to clear. Like a cornered animal you felt trapped. Aizawa kept whispering as you closed your eyes. He mentioned something about next time feeling better for you. That he was going to take such good care of you. How he didn't share.

#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #bhna smut

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

U N P L A N N E D, part 1

There was one other time when you found yourself like this. Just once. 

In a bathroom stall in your college dorm room, your roommate on the other side with bated breath. What’s it say? She had asked, her voice echoing off the beige tiles that spilled into the messy living room, littered with solo cups and stale tortilla chips.

This time you were alone. No roommate on the other side of the door, no beige tile. Instead, a clean, white bathroom nestled on the third floor of the Los Angeles Facebook office. 

The white plastic stick in your hand, this time, showed a tiny plus sign. A light pink symbol of what was usually happiness. But alone in the bathroom at work didn’t feel like a happy place. 

You stared down at it, wondering if the tears in your eyes were responsible for the blurring of the result. You shook it, wiped at your eyes, and checked again. Still positive. 

So you capped it and tossed it into the top drawer of your desk a few minutes later, more than happy to pretend that it wasn’t a looming disaster. A life-changing, career-altering disaster. 

When it burned a hole in your drawer, begging you to open it and pray that the plus sign had changed, you decided to text Lexi. 

Y/N L/N (3:34pm): Broke down and took a test. 

You put your phone face down, hoping that an impending text from your roommate wouldn’t create a higher heart rate than what was already pounding in your ears. You tried to take a few breaths. 

This wasn’t the plan. This wasn’t the way you pictured life and it certainly wasn’t the way you pictured your summer. When the phone buzzed next to your mouse, you grabbed it so quickly you almost dropped it to the floor. 

Lexi MacMillan (3:35pm): And??

Y/N L/N (3:35pm): Positive.

You stared at the screen, watched as the three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again, and then vanished. You imagined Lexi sitting on set, maybe in her dressing room or maybe right beside her co-star, typing and erasing, typing and erasing. 

You ignored the email that came through on your computer, likely a request from a team member to edit one of your last images, this marketing campaign is due at 5pm! This marketing campaign was also the furthest thing from your mind right now. 

Your phone started buzzing in your hand, a picture of Lexi with big white sunglasses splashed itself across the screen. You answered it quickly, holding a hand up to your mouth to keep your voice low and your words private.

“Hi,” you said, heading back for the bathroom that was around the corner from your office. 

“What the actual fuck, dude? Are you serious?”

“Yes--why would I lie about that? Do you think I’m that twisted?!”

She let out a noise of exasperation. “No, I just--I don’t know--I thought you were being paranoid or some shit! I didn’t think it was actually possible!”

“Me neither,” you said, shutting the door behind you and leaning against the cool metal. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s alright. People get false positives all the time, right?”

Her voice was suddenly more relaxed than it had been, like she realized how serious this was and how fucked you were. 

“I think people get false negatives,” you replied, defeated.

“Okay, well, you can take another test tonight.”

“Okay.”

“And then if it’s still positive, you have to go to the doctor. That’s the first thing.”

“Right.”

“They’ll do another test there,” she informed you. 

“Uh huh.”

You thought back to your most recent sexual encounter, half drunk and giggly, white linens and sneaking out when he was asleep on top a memory foam pillow. Lexi already made it home, she was high on the couch with a bag of pretzels when you sauntered in at 4am. You made pizza bagels and laughed until sunrise about the fact that you hadn’t gotten laid in what felt like ages. 

I don’t know how you made it that long, she said. You must have an extremely low sex drive. 

Or you just have a high one, you laughed. You’re always horny. 

You didn’t think about it again for weeks. Okay, that was a lie. The drinks were good and the sex had been even better. Lexi had dragged you along to the party even though you knew all the players. You had deadlines for days coming up and a Sunday night didn’t seem like a good time to end up drunk somewhere near Laurel Canyon. But you went anyway.

The first time you realized something might be off was when you were a day late. It never happened. You lived your life on schedule and your period followed the rules--it was no exception. It typically came in the morning, and by bedtime, you were only a bit concerned. You went to sleep with confidence that you’d wake up to it. 

The second day came and went, too. Lexi put on her OBGYN hat and assured you that it was nothing to worry about. Women are late all the time, uteruses have a mind of their own, really. 

Days three and four were busy at work. Five and six were spent finalizing ideas for a new commercial campaign for a product launch, dinner with Lexi and Glenne. It wasn’t until the seventh day, when the light purple app on your phone gave a gentle nudge. Be sure to log your period! 

There was no way you’d miss it altogether. You’d been careful and you watched him toss the condom into a garbage bin in the bathroom through tired eyes. He fell asleep beside you while he traced a circle on your skin--you were sure you’d never hear from him. 

So you slipped out in the early morning light and took an Uber home, knowing that while it might not mean anything, it was at least a story to tell your close friends and to keep tucked away in your mind. 

“Okay--I have to go,” Lexi said suddenly. “Derek’s being a dumbass today and can’t get his fucking lines right, so, I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay,” you said, voice small, blurry-eyed again. You let yourself slump down to the floor, at least thankful that this time, the tile wasn’t beige. 

You did your best to make it through the rest of the day, playing Lexi’s words over and over in your head. People get false positives all the time! You weren’t so sure, but telling yourself that seemed to quell the nausea. 

Traffic was heavy on the way home, sunglasses pushed up on your face and radio high enough to drown out your thoughts. You parked your car on the same leaf-littered street in Century City, walked the block to your apartment, and dropped your bag on the floor before heading for the bathroom. 

Lexi keyed in right after you sat down, water on to induce the stream of urine that you had prayed for the whole way home. 

“Hi,” she said, pushing her sunglasses off of her face and dropping her keys on the kitchen counter. She let out a small laugh at the sight of you: pants around your ankles, hair up in a scrunchie, pink plastic cap in your mouth as you held the second stick between your legs. 

The afternoon sunshine danced through the window, a breeze from the open sliding door felt like sweet relief in your stuffy first floor apartment.

“Hi,” you breathed out, flushing and pulling up your pants before capping the test and putting it on the counter. 

She took a few steps towards you, her eyes wider than usual. “How long does it take to show up?” 

“I don’t know--a minute or two, maybe? The first one was quick.”

She came over and stood beside you, her eyes on the tiny window where the result would appear. She crossed her arms and leaned over, letting her shoulder bump into yours. 

There was one line forming, like fog fading in the early morning, the other came into view as the two of you stood side by side. You let out a shaky breath--tears in your eyes again when she turned to see you. 

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s not the end of the world.”

You didn’t say anything in response, but a few sobs escaped through your lips when she wrapped her arms around you. She smoothed your hair with her hand and eventually brought you back to the kitchen, pulling two beers out of the fridge and setting them on the counter as she rummaged through a drawer for a bottle opener.

“I can’t have that!” You said, pointing at it like it was poison, mascara smudged beneath your eyes.

“Oh fuck,” she said, a small laugh from her mouth pulled one from yours, too. “Damn--sorry, it just--felt like a good option.”

“It would be,” you said. “Typically.”

She was quiet for a second. “Is it his?”

You shrugged, staring at the shade of dark red polish on your nails. “Has to be, right?”

“You haven’t had sex with anyone else?” 

She asked as if she didn’t know. You shook your head. 

She sighed. “That, uh, that makes it a bigger deal.”

“I know--I don’t even--what am I supposed to do? Call him up and tell him? I don’t even have his number.”

“Maybe we should call Glenne.”

“No!” You said quickly, shaking your head with force. “Don’t bring her into it yet. She’ll just tell Jeff and I need to figure shit out first.”

Lexi bit her lip, torn between the two options. She’d known Glenne since they were kids, they grew up down the street from each other in Sherman Oaks and when they got drunk enough, they tried to remember the super secret handshake they’d made up in the 8th grade. 

You’d met Glenne plenty of times in college, especially after Lexi became a more permanent fixture in your life. You’d met Lexi at resident assistant training the fall of your sophomore year, but you still had no clue how adults trusted her to be in charge of eighteen students each semester. 

The party was at Glenne’s house--the one she shared with her boyfriend Jeff. You’d met him a handful of times, too, but you typically opted out of the dinner parties or cocktail hours that Lexi invited you to. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t like her friends. They’d always been nice and welcoming, but being the one person not involved in the entertainment industry normally left you feeling like the odd man out. 

What's the latest at Facebook? They’d ask, gathered around a table with wine glasses in hand. 

You’d give them the update, tell them about whatever marketing campaign you’d been working on or whatever new feature you’d helped with, but the conversation always made it’s way back to music or acting or something in between. 

Glenne worked for Apple Music in artist relations, her boyfriend for a prominent artist management firm. Lexi MacMillan, a self-proclaimed B-list actress in a new Netflix series, fit right into their world of Teslas and hedge fund investments. 

She never liked to admit that she came from money, and she was more than humble about the uneven split in your rent or the fact that she often paid for groceries. Your salary at Facebook was good--more than a lot of your other friends who had graphic design and marketing degrees, but it was small in comparison to the type of money the rest of them were pulling in. 

“Well she’s gonna be the easiest way to get in touch with him.”

“I know,” you waved a hand and took a seat at the island. “Just, not yet. I mean, don’t you think I’ll need proof? I can’t just show up on his doorstep and say: ‘hey, remember me? I’m your manager’s girlfriend’s friend’s friend and we had sex one time at your house in late April and now I’m pregnant?’”

She stifled a laugh, nodding as if it was a good idea, her tone completely serious. “I mean personally I would love to see you do that.”

“Well, I’m not,” you said firmly. “There must be rules for this type of shit. I don’t know the etiquette.”

“You mean the baby mamma etiquette?”

You shot her a look, narrowed eyes before you let your forehead rest on the counter, a groan from your lips. “My life is over, Lexi--this is seriously the worse thing that can happen.”

She brought the beer bottle up to her lips to take a swig. “Which is why we should call Glenne.”

“I have to go to the doctor first, okay? That way we don’t stir up any shit without really knowing if they’re right or not.” You motioned over your shoulder to the test you’d left behind on the bathroom counter. The other, from earlier, was still in the side pocket of your work bag. 

Lexi nodded, brown eyes with a new shade of sympathy. 

**

A woman bounced her baby on her knee, big blue eyes looked up at the two of you, nervous and caving inward in the waiting room chairs. 

“Do they all stare like that?” Lexi leaned over and whispered, her gaze fixed on the tiny human beside you. 

“I don’t know,” you said quickly, hoping she wouldn’t make any other remarks. She didn’t--quickly distracted by the nurse who called your name and greeted you both with a smile.

“Y/N?” 

You stood, walked forward and ignored the nervousness in your stomach. Lexi was following behind, she’d been positive and upbeat in the car as if heading over to the gynecologist for what you’d both been referring to as a legit test was a typical Wednesday morning errand. 

“Are you her partner?” The nurse smiled over at her when she pointed at a chair in the hallway for you to sit in. She wrapped the blood pressure cuff around your arm when Lexi pulled her head back. 

“No, just her roommate.”

“Just my roommate,” you nodded, repeating her words as if that’d ease the tension in your muscles. 

The nurse smiled, scribbled a few numbers on a post-it and before handing you a small, plastic cup. You disappeared into the bathroom and realized you’d never thought so much about pee in your entire life. When you were done, you walked back to the small room that the same nurse pointed you towards to find Lexi in the small visitor’s chair beside the paper-lined exam table.

She looked up quickly, a life-like plastic uterus was in her hands. “I maybe broke it.”

“Put it down,” you ordered, rolling your eyes at her childlike curiosity. “Let’s just get in and get out, okay?”

“Knock knock!” A voice from the doorway, Laura Weston, red hair and blue eyes. Her white coat covered a pink blouse, one that matched the color of blush on her cheeks. “Good to see you, Y/N--who’s this?”

Lexi extended her hand and smiled. “Lexi MacMillan, roommate and moral support, nice to meet you.”

“So I hear there’s a possibility of pregnancy?” Dr. Weston sat down on a rolling stool, picked up the chart on the counter and flipped through some pages. She closed it, waited a second, and offered a smile when you didn’t answer. “How are you doing?”

You nodded, licked at your lips, and then met her gaze. “Been better.”

You’d been seeing Dr. Weston for a while--you found her card in the health services building on campus during your Freshman year. Now, a whole seven years later, her smile was a calming presence in a moment of fear and uncertainty. 

“Well, note says you’ve taken two tests, and they were both positive?”

You nodded again. “Just a drugstore brand, though. I don’t know how accurate they are.”

She tilted her head side to side, lifted her shoulders a bit when she rolled towards the counter. “They’re good enough--we’re running the urine sample now and that’ll give a good idea, too. Would you like to do a blood test to be sure?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Let’s do that.”

“Okay,” she nodded, “I’ll have Justine order that for the lab downstairs.” She produced a paper wheel diagram, the colors of the rainbow seemed to distinguish different parts of a typical menstrual cycle. “When was your last period?”

Lexi handed over your phone. “April, the middle of the month. I was due eight days ago.” You pulled up the app that now seemed like less of a friend and more of a source of shame. You were proud of how well you knew your cycle. You could typically tell when you were ovulating, knew enough about your PMS symptoms to know what to expect. 

“And do you know when the possible date of conception was?”

“April 18th,” a tinge of red on your cheeks. “That’s the only possibility.”

So sure, maybe you weren’t the most sexually active human on the planet. Maybe you were slightly embarrassed that the first time you had sex in a good eleven months resulted in a possible pregnancy. 

She scribbled something on a piece of paper, just like the nurse had. A knock on the door that Dr. Weston had shut behind her. The same nurse delivered another post-it note. Pink this time, not blue like before. Dr. Weston took it in her hands and then looked up at you, an unreadable look on her face when the nurse quietly left the room.

“That urine sample read positive, too.”

You didn’t mean to do it again, but another shaky breath left your mouth and Lexi was on her feet, a hand rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort. You wiped at your face, feeling guilty for the outburst of emotion. 

Plenty of people wished and hoped and prayed for this moment. They dreamed about it and tried for years to have this moment. And you’d been stupid enough to stumble your way into it. Ahead of schedule, unprepared, and unplanned. 

“I’ll order the bloodwork and you can do that on your way out--just to be sure. But take some time and when that result comes back we can talk about some options.”

You nodded--her words were a jumble of sounds that you couldn’t really comprehend. She offered a smile and left the two of you alone, Lexi still standing beside you.

“Let’s go do the bloodwork, okay? We can get ice cream when we’re finished!” 

You nodded, wiping your cheeks again before hopping down from the table. You knew she’d keep her word. 

**

The sunny California sky and a cone of soft-serve from McDonald’s made the afternoon somewhat better. You worked from home and went to bed exhausted, almost feeling detached from reality. 

You talked with Lexi that night about having Glenne over for dinner. It’d been a few weeks since you’d seen her, drinks after work one night to celebrate Lexi’s show getting signed for a second season. So when she knocked on the door of your apartment the next evening, Lexi opened it with a big smile. 

“Hi, hi,” she said, opening her arms in greeting. “Look at your beautiful face,” she pinched Glenne’s cheek between her thumb and forefinger. 

Glenne laughed and pushed her hand away, leaning around Lexi’s shoulder to see you in the kitchen. “She’s high already?”

“No,” you laughed, “she just loves you.”

Glenne made her way past her friend, offering you a hug before she set her purse on the counter. She’d always been so poised--perfect, clear skin, hair that was always flawlessly colored and cut. She took a seat on one of the stools and put her chin in her hands, “please tell me you have margarita mix.”

Lexi laughed, rounding the kitchen counter and heading for the fridge. “Oh, do we!”

“Tacos are on the way,” you said, reaching for glasses from above the sink. 

Mexican was always the go-to. You’d moved in with Lexi after college, and when Glenne ended up living only a short drive away, take-out became a regular reason for a get together. 

“How’s life?” Glenne stared up at you. “I’ve been so busy which is why I had to cancel on that movie last week. But--what have you been up to?”

Her question was pointed at you. While you and Glenne were definitely friends, you trusted that she communicated with Lexi a lot more regularly about life updates. 

You cleared your throat, ignored the awkward glance that Lexi shot in your direction when she reached for the tequila above the fridge. “Same old, you know. Just work, and stuff.”

Okay, so lying wasn’t a strong suit. You forced a smile and turned to Lexi, hoping she’d jump in with a hilarious story or funny remark. She was too busy lining up the cups, ready to distribute the liquor. 

You looked back to Glenne. “Uh, I wanted to talk to you actually.”

That got Lexi to turn around. Her eyes were wide, lips parted as if she was thinking oh, you’re doing it right now? 

“Remember in April, at that party--” You trailed off, referencing it as if it was ages ago. 

“The album wrap?”

“Yeah, when I, you know, got laid for the first time in a while?”

She laughed, looking up at you with an amused smile. “Yeah?”

Glenne had been the most excited about your rendezvous that evening. When she’d first introduced you the two of you, she made your promise you wouldn’t get all weird around him. Apparently people did that. You laughed it off and tried to ignore him at the other end of the dinner table--an Italian restaurant in Studio City for her birthday last fall. He showed up twenty minutes late.

Lexi was still now, tequila on the counter, she wore nothing but a pair of shorts and a tube top in the afternoon heat. Glenne was impatient, the smile fading from her face when you broke eye contact with her for a second. 

She tilted her head to the side. “What? You’re freaking me out.”

“I’m, uh, I’m actually pregnant.”

Quiet. Outside the windows, the setting sun illuminated a hazy Los Angeles dusk. Kids swam in a pool at the house next door, their laughter was muffled through the sliding door out to your patio. It felt strange to say it like that. Up until this morning, the word possibly had been sprinkled in, a safe and reassuring disclaimer. 

“You’re joking,” she said, readjusting in her seat, the color drained from her tan skin.

You swallowed. “I’m not.”

She looked over to Lexi, then brought her gaze back to you. “And you’re saying it’s his?”

You rolled your eyes a little. “He’s literally the only person I’ve had sex with in the last year.” Lexi came over to the counter to stand beside you. She leaned forward and rested her elbows on the smooth granite. Glenne just stared at you, still in disbelief.

“I took two home tests on Tuesday and went to the doctor yesterday.” 

What you didn’t tell her is that you cried this morning when the email came through, new test results available from Dr. Weston’s office! Positive. Both the urine and the blood test. There was no denying it now--even if you wanted to. 

“Holy fuck,” she said. “Holy fucking shit. This is not good, you guys.”

“Don’t, Glenne,” Lexi stood back up and shook her head, making a face at her friend. “She’s already freaked the fuck out and she won’t stop fucking crying, okay? She doesn’t need you to add to that.”

You tried to swallow the emotion now, heat to your cheeks when Glenne rolled her eyes.

“I’m not trying to add to it--I’m just--I have no clue how they’ll take that.”

You knew who she was referring to. His team. The people around him who’d made sure, for all this time, that something like this never happened. 

She let out a sigh and looked up at you again. She stood from her seat and rounded the counter. “I’m sorry--I just--are you okay? How are you feeling?” She hugged you, it felt more obligatory than genuine. “You haven’t told him, have you? Does he know?! Jeff doesn’t know!”

“No--you two are the only people who know. I haven’t even told my mom.”

Glenne’s arms still encircled you, Lexi stepped over and hugged you both, a kitchen group hug. “This means more tequila for us, Glenney.”

“You’re fucked up,” she laughed in response, pulling away and looking at Lexi. 

It was quiet for a second, that was Lexi’s cue to make them both a margarita. Glenne went to sit back down, immediately going into business mode when she clasped her hands on top of the counter.

She took a deep breath, you were unsure if that was for your benefit or her own. “So--okay. Where are you at with it all?”

“Are you asking if I’m, like, excited? I am not excited. This is not how my life is supposed to go.”

“Oh enough with the plan, will you?” Lexi rolled her eyes and poured the liquor into two matching glasses, nonchalance lacing her voice. 

“Well forgive me for ideally wanting to find a partner before having a baby,” you shot back at her. 

“That’s not what I mean,” she turned around. “It’s just--I dunno, dude, you’re always so hard on yourself if something doesn’t go according to the plan. I get it--this is a big one, but, stressing over your plan isn’t gonna help.”

Glenne nodded, almost reluctant to side with Lexi. “I’ve heard about the plan. You are obsessed with the plan.”

“I’m not obsessed with it,” you retorted. “I just have a good sense of how I want my life to go.”

Had. You changed the verb tense in your mind. You had a good sense, until now. 

“Well, are you...gonna keep it?” Glenne’s question was innocent, her eyes searched your face as soon as the words left her mouth, she looked nervous, like she didn’t know if it was okay to ask.

A tired voice. “I don’t know,” you shook your head. “I haven’t even thought that far.”

She nodded. “You have to tell him. Have you even talked to him at all since then?”

“No,” you laughed. “It was only, like, a month ago.”

“He didn’t text or call?” she pulled her head back in surprise.

You shrugged. “No. I wasn’t expecting that. Why? Did he mention me?”

“It came up once or twice, yeah.”

“With who?”

“With me and Jeff--and Lexi.”

You turned to your roommate, narrowed eyes when she delivered the drinks. You knew she’d seem him once since then--a brunch one morning before Glenne left town for business. 

“I told you about it--he just said you were nice and that we should all hang out,” she mimicked his accent, earning a laugh from Glenne.

“That wasn’t the first time you met him, though, right?” Glenne pulled the glass to her lips, took a sip and then made a face. “Jesus, strong enough?”

“I figured you might need it since your boyfriend is about to be hella upset.”

“Thank you, thanks for that,” you made a face at her. “But no--” you turned back to Glenne to answer her question. “I met him at your birthday party last year--in Studio City.”

“Right,” she nodded. The doorbell rang and Lexi went to greet the delivery person, or, more so, the tacos. 

“But listen, you can’t tell anyone, okay? I don’t even know what I’m gonna do yet.”

She closed her eyes, made a face that told you it was going to be hard to keep her mouth shut. You leaned forward and lowered your voice, hoping to convey how serious this was. “Give me a few days to just--to talk to him first.”

She dropped your gaze, bit at her lip. You knew it was a big ask. Don’t tell your boyfriend something that is about to make his life a living hell. 

“Please, Glenne.”

She let out a long sigh, one that sounded like it was slowly deflating her lungs, tired and unsure. “Fine,” she said. “But you’ve got to get in touch with him then--like, soon.”

You nodded, Lexi reappeared from the front door with a box in her hands and a smile on her face. “Okay--two for each of us and plenty of guac to go around.”

“So,” Glenne pursed her lips. “Need his phone number?”

**

It felt like one of those dreams you couldn’t wake up from. Like a cloud that looms over the city when everyone is dying for a sunny day. 

You ignored the two phone calls from your mom you got in the span of three days--quick to text her some excuse about work or being busy with something at home. It felt too soon to tell her. You didn’t even know what he’d say or what he’d think or do or feel and the last thing you wanted to do was get a bunch of people involved in this before you even knew what to expect. 

There were a few options, in terms of what his response might be. Glenne had continued to prep you that night in your kitchen, the more margaritas in her the more she accepted that she was now complicit. In moments it felt normal, laughing and talking and then watching a stupid youtube video of some kid falling off of skateboard. 

But when you went to bed and then woke up, realizing that no amount of sleep would change the current predicament, you decided that maybe it was time to get in touch with him. 

You had no clue when or how or where. Over text? On the phone? Lexi agreed that was too impersonal. Out to dinner? Too public. In person? Terrifying, and possibly not an option. 

The truth was that you didn’t know him. He was someone who happened to be friends with your friend. Nothing more, nothing less. At least, that’s what you told yourself when you saw a billboard on the side of the 405 with his face on it. 

So you didn’t know if he’d even want to see you--he might consider you an acquaintance or even a stranger and maybe he had no desire to ever speak to you again.

You went about work and life as if everything was normal. You showered and brushed your teeth and took solace in knowing that whatever form of life was inside you was so tiny that it could just as well be a blip on the radar. 

A story in the future of hey, remember that time, when you were, and then it...

Plenty of people got pregnant and lost it, not even knowing until it was too late. You weren’t sure if you were wishing for that, in all honesty, but you knew that the alternative felt too overwhelming to think of right now. 

But when you found yourself sitting outside in the courtyard on your lunch break, a search typed into the app store for pregnancy tracker, you figured that maybe it was time to bite the bullet. If you were starting to think in terms of what size fruit a baby is at any given stage, maybe it was time to loop him in. 

You pulled up your text thread with Glenne--scrolled up past a meme and a recipe she’d sent you, until you found his name and number. You clicked it once, create new message. 

You stared at the blank bubble. A thousand words and a thousand choices of what to say and how to say it. With a rush of adrenaline, you exited out. Clicked the number again, call now. 

It rang. Three times. Then voicemail. A deep breath, you stood from the bench and started to pace. 

Beep. “Hey, uh, this is Y/N--uh, Y/N L/N. Lexi MacMillan’s roommate. I hope you’ve been well since I saw you, and, yeah--maybe we could get dinner or something soon. My number is--the one I’m calling on, so, I know you’re probably really busy right now, that’s fine. Just, uh, yeah, would love to talk with you. Okay, bye.”

You pulled the phone away from your face and wanted to throw it into the bushes. Would love to talk with you? That didn’t exactly do it justice. 

You let out a breath and clicked it to sleep, hoping that maybe it’d get lost in translation and you’d never have to talk to him or see him or think of him ever again. 

Something told you that wasn’t very likely. 

You went back inside and finished up the day of work, thankful for distraction from Aarav when he found you in the lounge. 

“Did you see the request that Carson sent?” He dropped his laptop on the coffee table and headed for the vending machine nearby. “Not to sound like a dick, but, he’s out of touch with reality. I’m concerned about him at this point.”

“Why?” You laughed, “cause he doesn’t understand that we can’t deliver a whole project with only two hours to do it?”

“Exactly,” he leaned down to reach for the bag of popcorn it spit out. “Hopefully he just fucking leaves and goes to fucking Tinder--he could even go to the Instagram department, for all I care.”

“Levi hates him anyway--pretty sure he regrets hiring him.”

He came to sit next to you and then opened the bag, putting his feet up on the glass table in front of you. “Yeah, well, Levi’s out of here as soon as he gets something with Apple.”

You smirked over at your favorite coworker, knowing exactly what was coming out of his mouth next. 

“And then you’ll get promoted. Much deserved, the queen of saving my ass.”

You brushed your hair off your shoulder playfully. “You’re welcome.”

He cleared his throat, opened up his laptop. “Levi’s great--but if you’re my boss, I’m working remotely two days a week instead of one.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, giving him the side eye when you looked back to your screen.

You fell into comfortable silence--grateful for the change of scenery from your office that was far enough away from Aarav and Simone, the two people who made work feel like fun. So you got back to the project, sent your designs to Carson when you finished, and prayed that he wouldn’t have a fit over the fact that you didn’t take his advice on using the Aileron font instead of Arimo.

He emailed you, eventually, but you didn’t have time to read it. As soon as it opened on your screen, your phone rang--a Los Angeles area code appeared on the screen and you felt your stomach drop to the floor. You looked over at Aarav. “Sorry--I, uh, I have to get this.”

You stepped away, leaving him on the sofa with your laptop, hand still deep in his bag of popcorn. You swiped across the screen, brought the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi, uh, Y/N? It’s Harry.”

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Could you please rec cherik fics where they still have powers but being mutant is well accepted? (Kind of like the Daycare Verse by brillingspoons) THANK U SO MUCH YOURE INCREDIBLE

Hi anon, of course I have a list for you. I am so sorry for the delay. I have been super busy lately with work and home renovations, but I’m back and I have a looong list for you. Now, the nature of x-men as a parallel of the very real fight of minority groups for civil rights makes it pretty hard to find fics where everyone accepts mutants.That’s actually why I love the x-men, because they represent the fight of those who are ostracised. So, some of these might have some social commentary, but the main focus does not lie there. Also, if you love the Daycare Verse check out pocky_slash’s fics (who actually wrote the majority of the Daycare Verse). 

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Cherik ´Still Have Powers Modern AU´ Fic Recs

irreconcilable differences (make for surprisingly good bedfellows) – pocky_slash

Summary: Tonight on The Evening Report with Malcolm Stevens, noted geneticist and mutant equality proponent Dr. Charles Xavier faces off with the infamous mutant rights activist Magneto in a live televised debate over the Genetic Nondiscrimination Act.

(At least, if they can stop flirting long enough to stay on topic.)

Words and Pictures – pocky_slash

Summary: When Lorna's powers manifest early, Charles Xavier's mutant picture books are the perfect teaching tool. Erik just hadn't expected the author to be so young. Or attractive. Or available.

For the Record – endingthemes

Summary: As prominent figures in the mutant rights movement, activists Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are pretty much household names. When a romance scandal between them breaks, their celebrity reaches new heights, and though the increased exposure is great, there’s a big problem -- the two of them are just friends.

Too bad no one believes them.

Runs in the Family – Anonysquirrel (chibirisuchan)

Summary: Alex knew his own reputation. Hell, he'd started some of his own reputation, because it kept some of the smarter thugs off his back. Everyone knew Alex's reputation. There was no way Hank didn't know his reputation, but he'd brought Alex into a house with some really expensive things and a lot of innocent little kids and his too-friendly, too-harmless dad.

But clearly Hank hadn't told his family anything about Alex, just like he hadn't told Alex anything about his family. At least, not about the brain-breaking parts of his family.

"I didn't know where to start," Hank said, for the dozenth time.

Featuring mpreg!Charles in a Kiss The Cook apron, overprotective!Erik in wet black leather, and baked goods. Lots and lots of baked goods.

(Another segment of this series is posted under the Cookie Cutter fic collection - thanks again, Takmarierah!)

Impulse Decisions – listerinezero

Summary: Erik wakes up in Las Vegas with a hell of a hangover, a telepath in his bed, and a ring on his finger. Now what?

You Show Me Yours - endingthemes

Summary: When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he's confused and mildly amused. He doesn't expect it to turn into an actual conversation...with feelings.

As if that's not baffling enough, his friend's brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Some Such Place (The Big Screen Classics Remix) - Pocky_Slash

Summary: Erik's spent the last eighteen months having lengthy socio-political conversations and casual sex with Charles Xavier after seeing Monday matinees at a dingy little independent movie theatre in the Village. That doesn't mean they're friends. Or that Erik should have any say in what Charles is going to do with his future.

(At least, that's what Erik keeps telling himself.)

Into Your Tar, Honey  - tomato_greens

Summary: Really, Alex doesn’t know why he’s in the damn class.

(Or, the one in which Charles teaches an online Introduction to Biology course, and Alex reads more than he expected to.)

Heli Cases - Black_Betty

Summary: "Heli Cases" is a program on PBS whose aim is to educate on the rapidly increasing occurrence of genetic mutation in the general populous by breaking the complex science down into palatable, easy to digest pieces.

It is also the only thing that helps Erik get his fussy daughter to fall asleep.

(Featuring Dadneto, baby Lorna and the struggles of single fatherhood, and Charles as the host of a late night show about genetics.)

Bound - FuryRed

Summary: Is there anything worse than someone else’s wedding? Well, perhaps your sister’s wedding- where the groom just has to invite his boss and that man just happens to be your ex-boyfriend; a person you had an extremely passionate and tumultuous relationship with that ended badly.

Charles hadn’t seen Erik for a year by the time Raven had told him about the wedding. He wasn’t looking forward to the occasion, particularly when Raven explained that they would be celebrating the event with a two-week extravaganza at a luxury hotel, meaning that Charles would be forced to spend a whole fortnight with the man who he’d given everything to; the man who had ultimately broken his heart…

An Exercise in Frustration – ikeracity

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr's latest critically-acclaimed film Shame features a full-frontal nudity scene. His long-suffering husband Charles is really very peeved about it.

Eyes on Fire - Black_Betty

Summary: Every once in a while, fashion tycoon Emma Frost invites her favourite male models over to entertain her. And by "entertain", I mean she makes them have kinky consensual sex in front of her....Emma never touches herself when she watches, but she always has a glass of wine with her. Emma likes it best when they eventually forget that she's watching.

Charles and Erik meet each other through Emma...

(I've taken some liberties with the prompt, but all the sex is still there, and it's wholly consensual...and gradually, becomes more than just sex...)

Order Up - ikeracity

Summary: Charles has a terrible habit of multitasking, and that is probably why he absentmindedly tells the pizza man that he loves him when hanging up.

Then the pizza man says it back. And Charles is pretty much smitten from there.

Some Assembly Required - manic_intent

Summary: "Alex and Hank were two teenagers who frequently fight in school. One fight got so bad that the principal called in their fathers (as both came from single-parent families)/ guardians for a conference. This was how Charles and Erik meet."

Limited Release - rageprufrock

Summary: When Alex Summers broke out of supermax to rescue his stupid kid brother, he had no idea it was going to be so fucking complicated.

Math Reasons – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: "Mom says Erik always knows what he wants, it just sometimes takes him a little while to actually realize it," Ruth said.

Charles fell in love with Erik the first night they met, the first week of freshman year. Two years of friendship, adventures, arguments, hijinks, secrets, and summer visits later, Erik is starting to catch up.

It’s kind of our whole thing – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: After two years of best friendship, Charles and Erik thought they knew everything there was to know about each other. They're surprised, then, when their first summer as a couple reveals that they have a lot to learn about each other and themselves.

PART 2 of Math Reasons

A Nice Boy (The Family Matters Edition) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik's not sure whether the problem is that he doesn't want his parents to meet Charles or that he doesn't want Charles to meet his parents. Either way, he never invites Charles to brunch. Why should he? It's not like they're dating.

apple season – pocky_slash

Summary: "You know," Charles says while they're sitting around the kitchen table reading the paper, "You should take Anya apple picking."

"Don't you mean 'we?'" Erik responds. The silence that follows is enough to make him re-examine his own apple picking memories a little more closely. Uneven ground littered with apples, tree roots, holes, and narrow passage between rows of orchard trees. "Oh," he says.

rooms/shares – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik is single, working a cube job he hates, letting his master's degree in mutant studies collect dust, and living on his best friend's couch. When she kicks him out, he's forced to trawl Craigslist for the least-offensive rooming option within his meagre budget. He never expects a response from the persnickety, high maintenance ad he replies to as a joke, but it's possible this too-nice apartment and mysteriously absent roommate might be the answer to all four of his problems.

Continue firm and constant – aesc

Summary: Moira hasn't seen her old partner in saving the world from threats human and intergalactic, Erik Lehnsherr, for a few years. When she finally does see him again, she finds a man different from the one who's been with her down in the dark and the dirt and the blood... or maybe he isn't so different after all.

Tough little baby telepath – aesc, pearl_o

Five Part Series

Summary: Teenage telepath Charles Xavier takes a job as a consultant, working with prickly police detective Erik Lehnsherr. Charles is used to being on his own and taking care of himself; he has no reason to think that his relationship with this stern, icy man is going to change any of that.

Frosted hearts – aesc, palalife

Summary: Emma Frost has 99 problems, but a date ain't one. Specifically, she has no time to play the dating game--which is fine with her, because she'd much rather run it instead. From a set of sleek, silver and white offices on Fifth Avenue and with her trusty, stylish, and silent partner Janos Quested, Emma has built Frosted Hearts into New York City's premiere dating service, built on the principle that money, and a sufficiently rigorous psionic scan, can, in fact, buy you love.

Somewhere in Frosted Hearts's server is one Charles Xavier, genius and geneticist, with the kind of nicely-starched good looks that sell well on brochures for New England prep schools. He's also a telepath who's decided to give up pursuing serious relationships and instead spend his thirties doing what he should have done as a teenager: have a lot of sex with random people. Fortunately for him, Erik Lehnsherr, metallokinetic and engineering executive, has absolutely no time in his heart or his schedule for anything more serious than... well, absolutely nothing romantic at all.

Mercy of the Fallen (the AirDrop Security Update 2.0) – pocky_slash

Summary: Erik Lehnsherr feels defined by his past sins and after years of acting against his own moral compass, he's finally struck out on his own. He's his own boss now, and determined to work hard to help the mutant community and make up for years of doing someone else's dirty work.

Complicating this is Charles Xavier, mutant advocate, genetics professor, unfairly attractive telepath, and owner of the coffee shop below Erik's office. Erik may not think he deserves to be a part of the community he's thrown himself into helping, but Charles has other ideas on the matter, and he's determined to do everything in his power to make Erik see himself as a force for good.

you follow and i’ll lead – pearl_o, pocky_slash

Summary: When Charles discovers how frustrated and self-conscious his best friend Erik is about his ignorance about sex, he's eager to volunteer to help teach him and practice. Charles might not have any more direct experience than Erik, but he does have a telepath's mind full of accidentally picked-up fantasies and memories, as well as knowledge of a few dirty books - and more importantly, he's been madly in love with Erik for years. This seems like a brilliant, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that he can't pass up.

Now he just needs to manage to keep his feelings in check, and not ruin their friendship forever.

Snail Mail – pocky_slash

Summary: Alex isn't thrilled when his boss, Erik, starts sending him to hand deliver notes to Erik's husband up at the university--that is, until he sees the Professor's hot new TA, and suddenly, the notes can't come fast enough. If only Alex could work up the guts to ask him out....

this is life (and everything’s all right) – pocky_slash

Summary: Edie Lehnsherr came into Charles' life long before he ever heard Erik Lehnsherr's name, and her death left a gaping hole in the lives of everyone in Charles' family. As the first Purim without her approaches, he begins to get creative in his efforts to bring everyone out of their grief. Kitchen creativity, however, is not quite his strength....

Watching the Detectives – Clocks

Summary: Detectives Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are good friends and colleagues. However, when they go undercover at a Christmas party to nab a prime suspect, Erik keeps reminding himself to stay professional and ignore feelings of unexpected jealousy.

Student/Teacher Relations – PoorMedea

Summary: As a TA, Charles knows he can't get involved in all his students' lives. He needs to keep professional boundaries, to make sure that he's an authority figure. But when he accidentally finds out how complicated Erik Lehnsherr's home life is, he suddenly finds that distance hard to maintain.

Fill for the prompt: Erik is the teen dad of adorable baby!Lorna. I just want teen!Erik being a dad, with adorable interactions between him and his baby. Angst is good too since there's always going to be some in such situations, but mainly I want to see teen dad Erik being an awesome dad who loves the hell out of his daughter despite whatever else may be going on.

Conspiracy of Kisses – Alaceron

Summary: Seven-year-old Erik needs to keep his telepathic best friend Charles from finding out that he wants to kiss him. But that's okay, because he has a plan - he'll put on a tinfoil hat.

Favorite Mistake – endingthemes

Summary: Charles Xavier doesn’t think anything of it when he sneaks out without even saying goodbye to his latest one-night stand. What he doesn’t expect is to walk into his new position in the Xavier Industries marketing department and find that his latest hook-up is now his new boss.

Never Take Biology for Granite – ikeracity, pangea

Summary: Charles is an internet celebrity who garners his fame from posting educational, in-depth videos about a different animal every week, though for some reason his viewers are always more interested in his sex life with his geologist husband, Erik, who happens to frown heavily upon all living things.

Except for Charles, of course, whom he's missed these past couple days while attending a geologic convention--though considering the subject material of Charles' newest video, he's wishing he would've stayed away longer.

This Is Not Comedy – baehj2915

Summary: Written for amarriageoftrueminds' prompt for a Cherik version of Louis CK's tangent about the fuckability of Ewan McGregor.

Naturally the similarities end there. I made this about Erik's full on public lust-filled gay revelation, and the chaos that spirals from there.

Snowed In – dedkake

Summary: Charles and Erik have a one night stand, but a blizzard traps them in Erik's apartment afterward.

#cherik fic recs #fic recs #still have powers AU #cherik #asks #earnestly answers #as always I can't make short lists #sorry about that #long post

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My recap/review of På Holmen - Episode 2

I am a bit late with this one but once again, I invite everyone to discuss the second episode with me, either here, or on facebook in Ylvis- a group.

Here’s my chronological recap/review of the second episode of ‘Ylvis På Holmen med Calle og Magnus’

Episode 2

Do I have to believe Bård that he is drinking white wine when we know that they tried to sell us Pepsi Maxx as red wine on the boat intro?

 Dad jokester moves when talking about the fighter

Gotta love a fake showbiz smile, he does it so well

The intro really does give me a summer feeling; and also the idea of these four guys being part of a bad reality-show-like sitcom

I love the enthusiam with which especially Vegard and Bård sing the Holmen song

Calle being put on the spot with impro songs is fun to watch since one never knows how good or bad he is at it at that exact moment. The national anthem impro is a surprise I expected rather from Vegard than Bård; shows how much they share a brain after all

And genius to send Magnus and Calle really away directly at the beginning. I would imagine that Vegard is used to a lot of things when it comes to working with Bård, but that he really sends them away and the guys not knowing why, must have thrown everyone out of their game for a second.

Bård’s intro about Vegard is done so hilariously serious apart from the ‚charming seniors‘ joke which is very likely true as well though

And Bård will never let him live for singing in that Spirit movie

Confused Vegard is always cute

This whole beginning of the interview is taking a piss at all interviews where people ask them about their brotherly relationship.

I repeat: Confused Vegard is always cute

The irony of Bård knowing his brother so well that he knows how to get him with a comical bit that is all about him

Good for Vegard that Norway thinks he is funny but my favourite adjective on the board had to be „treffsikker“. I still laugh at the promo clip where he has to throw at the cans

The statistics were fascinating; but the concept of Vegard without Bård does sound weirder to me than Bård without Vegard. We saw them individually as guests on Brille before but I think together they’re still at their best

Vegard being proud of the fact that more men want to have sex with him than women, reminded me of a certain Senkveld interview moment.

The whole show seemingly being about Vegard is such a great joke in itself and actually shows whose names still pull in viewers and are the main title of the show

The grocery shopping bit was so fun to watch. Not only because of Vegard cluelessly wandering around the shop but also very much because of his brother finding great delight in his big brother’s struggles. The brothers challenging each other is often the greatest thing to watch. Sometimes more than a task itself.

The fact that Vegard had strapped a gopro camera to his chest but none of that footage was used, shows they know what we want to see. Not only the task itself but the struggle and the reaction of his brother towards the struggle

Vegard always in explaining mode and trying to identify what he is holding in his hands, trying but not always succeeding

Bård’s joke challenge must have been gruesome for the three, maybe worst for Vegard and Calle who are probably more used to not only write but already brainstorm as a team. But Magnus did have a point with his oven remark. Magnus seemed also the most relaxed at taking this task which I didn’t expect. He was actually entertaining a non-present audience while the other two looked and acted more panicky.

There’s still the wax seal stamp on Vegard’s envelope which tells us his envelope got closed last

The brick background to imitate an open mic night pub setting is a nice touch

Vegard’s joke of course had a nerd factor to it. Did I find it funny? No.

Greven av grønt reminds me of ‘Oppgave med straff’ from o-fag times

It’s fun that the questions actually teach the audience some info

Bård being struck to the ground and calling for Mama was kinda sweet, in a very painful way

Knowing how much Vegard got affected by that kick and the whole aftermath of it makes it harder to watch, despite Bård’s glee

Teasing Magnus that he might be punished for winning that game was hilarious to watch.

If anything showed that they might have worked long with Magnus but that the other three are longer friends, then it was this bit.

Bård giving etymology for the word ‘hematoma’ gave me o-fag ‘ibux’ flashbacks

Emil Meek actually answering Magnus’ impro question wasn’t the plan but Bård being a seasoned host, knew how to not only change to the original plan but how to do it elegantly

As a fan it disturbed me that Emil Meek had to put on Bård’s costume to sing Vegard’s part

Side note: I am fascinated by the lighting changes throughout the show

The dentasticks in the glasses were a nice touch when serving the meal

I still don’t understand how they edit that Garden segment.

I loved that some got very into the actual design part of the recreation of the coat of arms and putting aside the fact that it’s made out of feces

I agree with the boys‘ anger about the golden bucket. I didn’t agree with Linda getting it and I also didn’t agree with Siri’s reasoning for it

But Bård could sometimes use a filter before speaking up, he’s relentless

Vegard taking Siri’s and Linda’s side surprised me, and more so that he sounds like he means it

Calle starting a women vs. men discussion and Vegard not wanting to get into it was another thing I didn’t see coming and I wonder how much of that got cut

Ever so often the Ylvis brothers disagree on a huge level and I have to admit it’s entertaining to watch

Vegard looking like the scottish Scrooge McDuck with that hat is adorable

And instantly followed by little shit brother Bård bonding with Aleksander over his wish that Vegard will lose every game

Bård losing the golf game must have hurt but I guess if he has to give the win to somebody, I would think he's glad that it’s Calle

At the end Bård forcing an impro song on Vegard and Vegard panicking and making it sound like an angry fake italian version of the Las Ketchup song. I know he can do better than that.

But all in all a very good second episode after a mixed start with the first episode.

#Ylvis #Ylvis på holmen med Calle og Magnus #På Holmen recap

[peeterparkr]

limits of desire⤳t.h.||10

chapter 10: throw your bridal shower.

story summary: you met Tom a night he was trying to sleep with you, it didn’t work and you became best of friends. Wedding bells might be ringing for when you both realize what you really feel.

summary: the one with the Toblerone, the questionnaire & the lingerie

pairing: fuckboy!tom holland x best friend!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty, fluffy, harry potter, alcohol mention, sex mention, i didn’t proof read lmao

word count: 6.3k

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“What even is a Bridal Shower?” Sam asked. 

Tom and Haz had tried to set up the perfect bridal shower since y/n told him. They were good at planning parties at the last minute. But, those parties usually involved alcohol, music and chips. Nothing too complicated. However, a bridal shower was a whole different thing. 

Poker night was definitely going to go way different than the boys had expected it to go. For starters, Haz and Tom's house was covered in flowers, with tables and chairs around. There were cheesy signs with messages like 'Here comes the Bride', 'Put a Ring On It' and ‘Miss to Mrs.’. There were pink flowers, and in the refrigerator, to Harry's surprise, there was no space, due to the pink cheesecake, the pink chocolate cake, and the pink champagne. Haz and Tom had started shopping and decorating as soon as they had left the dance class. 

"Don't tell me the toilet is the pink too," Harry complained. 

"Alright, Tom," Tuwaine rolled his eyes. “I never thought I'd say this, but here you go...Magazines for bridesmaids, from various countries.” 

“I found videos on youtube,” said Harry. “I sent them to you.” 

“I made a board on Pinterest,” Haz said. “And i shared it with you.” 

"Although honestly, everything would be easier if you went to her hotel room and told her how you feel," Sam suggested. “You know, show up with some flowers, maybe champagne, or maybe show up with some cards, Love Actually style, and tell her how you feel.” 

“That could work,” Harry agreed. "But hey, I already ordered some pizzas and here are the beers, drink them since the fridge is full," he said while sipping his beer. 

"No ... No, you don't understand," Tom wrinkled his nose, "It's not just preventing this wedding, it's also showing her I'm not against them." 

"You're not?" Tuwaine asked condescendingly. 

Tom sighed, thinking about the blue box in his drawer. "I bought something." 

Haz raised his eyebrows. "What? A ring?”

“If you did, then…maybe you could go and propose to her,” Tuwaine suggested.

“Don’t be silly! He can’t propose to an engaged woman,” Sam rolled his eyes. 

“Neither can’t he confess his love, then,” Harry added. “At this point it’s… complicated.” 

“Did you really buy a ring?” Haz asked, 

"No, no ... Nothing, nothing," Tom cleared his throat. "Now, I need to turn this place into a dream place for y / n, uh ... Actually, I also made a board on pinterest, as crazy as it sounds, I have everything here, there will be a hot chocolate bar ..." 

"Tom," Haz stopped him. "Sam made a point." 

"I know, but it's not that simple." 

"Isn't it easy to tell her that you love her?" Tuwaine laughed. "Man, I’m telling you, it took a long time for you not to tell her, already." 

"If I have waited so long I can wait longer," Tom added. “I want her to see that I can really take things seriously, you guys understand?” 

“I think rather, you are afraid, Tom,” said Harry. "I think you're afraid of being rejected as you rejected her." 

"Maybe, yes," Tom admitted. “But hey, wouldn’t you feel that way? You saw how she was looking at  Miguel, right? ” 

“ Yes, Tom, but I also saw how you danced with her today, I've never seen her have that chemistry with someone else, not even with Miguel on the night of the party, ”Haz insisted. 

"That's what it all relies on," Tom said. "She may have feelings for me, but she thinks I'm not fit for her." 

"Have you told her that you have changed?" Sam asked. 

"Yes," Tom sighed. "She doesn't believe me." 

"We need an insider," Tuwaine suggested. 

"We just need to convince not only y/n, then," said Haz. "She has a very poisonous voice there by her side." 

"Lizzie," Tom growled. "And how to make Lizzie convince herself?" 

"Ask her for help, for the party!" Sam suggested.”Maybe she’ll think you’ve changed, too!”

Tom thought about it. "Okay, okay," he said as he pulled out his phone, texting Lizzie asking about ideas for the shower of y / n. 

"I don't know," Haz hesitated. "I think Lizzie isn't so happy with y / n's wedding either." 

"Do you think so?" Tom raised his head. 

Tuwaine was the first to let out a laugh. "Tom, please, the only thing Lizzie wants in this life is for y/n  to get away from you." The other friends followed his laughter.

“Really?” Tom frowned. 

“Yeah, but I heard her speaking at the party,” Haz said. “She told Hannah how she was unsure, that y/n should not marry someone she had just met.” 

“She’s right about that,” Tom rolled his eyes. 

“But still, she doesn’t like you,” Tuwaine added. 

“Oh, no, she likes him just fine,” Sam teased. “But she’s angry Tom doesn’t like her in the same way.” 

Tom rolled his eyes, but he received a text from Lizzie. 

“Flowers, lots of flowers,” it read. 

And he knew Lizzie meant that text. Because y/n loved flowers. 

“Have the place be presentable. Fairy tale with taste, not too much.” She textured again. 

"Ah, that's fine ... Now, you have to ... Transform this men's cage into a dream place," Tom said with little desire. 

"What is a bridal shower, again?" Harry asked. “Do you have to bring strippers? Oh, what if you're the stripper for. ” 

“No, no, no! it's not a bachelorette party, ”said Tom. "Actually, uh ... I don't know, I just know that we have to do the centerpieces, oh and plan games." 

"Games, yes, I had some of that on my board on pinterest ..." Haz said. "Here it is! 30 games to do in a Bridal Shower! ” 

Harry took Haz's cell phone, reading the games. 

"great, that sounds promising," Tom said, he looked too stressed. "Hey, let's see." 

Harry read the list. "You know, most of the games are really coupley things," said Harry. “You know… for couples who have been together for a long time. It would be easy if it were you. ” 

“You could make a game like that, right? Let her understand that she doesn't know Miguel and that you Tom, are the one who should really be with her, ”Tuwaine said. 

"Yes ... Yes," Tom cleared his throat. 

"Yes, the nearly-wed game," Haz said. "I'll send a text to Miguel, I'll have him answer the questions and-" 

"You have his number?" 

"I had to spend a whole day with him, man, what did you expect?" Harrison sighed. “But, let's ask him questions and let y/n try to answer them. And vice-versa, make y/n answer a questionnaire, and we have Tom answer it. ” 

“Cool, now help me out wit these,  ‘the thanks for coming’ gifts,” Tom said, as he took out little bags. 

"Toblerones?" Asked Harry as he looked into the bag. 

"Yes..." Tom smiled. “Toblerones.” 

“And… is this Harry Potter themed? I thought the theme was pink.”

Haz laughed, “the theme is the night Tom fell in love with her.” 

——

Not far from there, y/n was not having a good time. She felt her head was going to explode. She was sure that whatever that had happened at the dancing lesson was not insignificant. She was in her hotel room, with Lizzie sitting on the edge of her bed while y/n was complaining against the pillow. 

Lizzie was drinking from her glass of wine while staying quiet.

"Are you done?" She asked her friend. 

"No," answered y / n. “I have serious problems.” 

“Needless to say.”

“I love Miguel,” said y/n, more for her than for Lizzie, who decided to remain silent. "I mean ... I don't know why I'm doing this." 

"Y / N, you’re not over Tom," Lizzie told her. 

"What are you talking about? I'm over him… No, wait, I'm not over because I was never… above him, ”Y / n closed her. eyes. "I mean ... You know what I mean." 

Lizzie poured her a glass of wine. "Okay,y/n, it's time we talked." 

"Talk about what?"

"Talk about how you have been in love with Tom for a long time already?" 

Y / N glared at her friend. "No ...that is not true." 

"Come on, y / n, I can assure you that I know the day you fell in love with him." Lizzie sighed. "it was just shortly after you met, when you had that great big  essay, you remember? The big Christmas party? We were on finals.” 

"That ..." 

"You fell in love at that time, and ... if I didn’t know Tom any better, I also believe that he fell in love at that precise moment. ” 

Y/N took a sip of her wine glass. Yes, she remembered it too.

5 years ago. 

It was cold, y/n had not stopped sneezing, and she had a mixture of tissues, notes and books around her bedroom. Her eyes were covered with dark circles and her nose was red. She was curled up while trying to read yet another book so she could finish her essay on the criticism of contemporary media, talking about free speech with legal terms and other nonsense that y/n did not remember due to her illness.

She was almost finished but, y/n, like the great student She was, she was still editing it. There was a party, Tom had invited her and her friends. Haz and he were celebrating the finals and Christmas. Honestly, it was yet another way to get girls to bed. 

Y/ n's friends had been gushing about how amazing it was that y/n was now friends with a celebrity. And they were insisting on how y/n should be dating Tom, thing which, y/n of course declined, being that because clearly Tom was not the kind of guy you go out on dates with, but someone for a one-night stand. Y/n didn’t want that.

Besides, she liked him, as a friend, of course. 

But she wasn’t going to the party, she had an essay to finish. Besides, she felt worse and worse by each second. Every second her cold was killing her. 

"Are you sure you're not going?" Rachel, her roommate, asked. “It's you whom he invited.” 

“I am sure, I don't want to risk getting even more sick, have fun, get out, and I hope you get some.” 

She had sent a text to Tom, telling him she wouldn't go to his party because her body had decided to betray her, but she wished him luck and asked him to please not sleep with any of her friends, she didn't want things to be uncomfortable. 

-C'mon, please join us, it'll be fun, you know what they say, drinking whiskey is like going to the doctor

-Who says that? 

-I just did

-I'm sorry, I really wish I could, but I need to rest, have fun, tho!

So she curled up in her bed, coughing as she covered herself. She fell asleep. But not for long because someone had knocked on her door. Y / N, covered with a blanket, approached the door, which opened only to reveal a coated Tom who had a pizza box in one hand and another box with other things under it. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked, perplexed as Tom surrounded her to enter the room. 

"I came to take care of you," Tom said. "My God, you're a mess." 

"Take care of me?" 

"Yes, I told you I would throw that party to spend time with you, you decided not to come so I assumed I would bring the fun to you," Tom said with a smile. "I will help you clean up and then we will watch a movie," Tom said, leaving the box with things on her bed and the pizza on her desk, while throwing out y/n’s tissues and cleaning up her mess. 

Y / N looked at him perplexed, with a smile, but not without , of course, sneezing.

"Hell, you sound terrible," Tom scoffed. “I believe you now, I mean I saw you with the red nose but it could’ve been makeup.” 

“What… what is this?” Y/n asked approaching the box. 

"A care package." 

Y / N burst out laughing. “Really?” 

“Yes, hey, I told you that I wanted to be your best friend, right? I think it's a good start, besides, you deserve it, I've seen you kill yourself for school, you need a break, ”Tom said, as he approached the box. "It has everything you need, I know you're old-fashioned and you still have a DVD, so I brought your favorites, Harry Potter." 

Y / N smiled as she looked at the box. It had the Harry Potter movies, vitamin C supplements, chapstick, lotion, medicine,gatorades, tissues, advils, tea bags in a new cup, popcorn, toblerones (y / n's favorites), a pair of socks and a blanket . Y / N's heart melted. 

Tom finished cleaning up the mess y/n had built up while y/n watched him and helped him with it. She saw him, for the first time, in a different way. 

"Besides, I brought pizza, because I'm sure you forgot to eat," Tom said. “Now, put on the movie, snuggle up, take your pills, while I'm going to search for some hot water for your tea, okay?” 

“But… Tom, your party,” said y/n. 

"There will be more parties, silly," Tom laughed. “A friend needs me.” 

And y/n had felt like her body was quickly warming up, and she was sure it wasn't a fever. And in that moment when she saw him smile, y/n understood many things about Tom. What she had seen from the beginning, just a few weeks ago. Tom was someone who cared. Tom was meticulous and loyal as a friend. 

And she suddenly felt that her stomach was churning, maybe she could blame the same cold, but she had decided to ignore it. Blaming it on illness, when she was completely sure that she had fallen in love with Tom. She saw it with different eyes, and although it was too early to say it, she had seen him with blind eyes. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” she told him as soon as he came back. 

“I sure did, you deserve to have fun, too,” Tom chuckled. “Look, I will also take you out for breakfast tomorrow.” 

“Hmm—breakfast?” 

“Fine, brunch so you can sleep a bit more, alright?” Tom grinned. “But actually sleep! I’ve seen how you live on coffee and you should actually sleep more.” 

Y/n chuckled, he was right. They stayed quiet for a bit. 

“The pizza is great, but you know what I’m craving right now?” She looked at him. 

“strawberry cheesecake,” Tom guessed. 

Y/N blinked. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she laughed. “I was actually thinking about that!”

Tom’s eyes widened. “No way!” 

Y/n giggled between coughs. “Yes! How could you even guess?”

Tom shrugged. “We were meant to be friends, y/n,” he smirked. “Now, let’s prove if this is destiny or not. What dessert am I craving?”

She looked him in the eyes. “I—well,” she bit her lip. “Chocolate truffle cake.” 

Tom blinked. “Now that is creepy.” 

Y/n raised her eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really, that is creepy.” 

“Maybe we read each other’s mind—“ she smiled, as she snuggled with her blanket and her old Mickey Mouse plush. 

“Still creepy,” he laughed. 

“You know, I need to take you to this bakery, it’s near here, I discovered once when it was raining and I had nowhere else to get in, it’s sooo good, they have all kinds of dessert.” 

“Like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake?” Tom grinned. 

“Yes, like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate truffle cake.”

That had been the first of many times curled up watching Harry Potter. It became another tradition between the two of them, who shared it only with each other. And since that day, y/n had not been able to let her feelings stop growing. But Tom had taught her that he was not a good match, that Tom was simply not built for relationships. 

Which brings us back to today, where she was drinking from a glass of cheap wine in a hotel room with Lizzie. 

"I'm not in love with him," said Y / N, trying to convince her friend. 

"You are," Lizzie told her. "Y / N are you sure you're going to marry a man when you love someone else?" 

"I don't know, Lizzie, it's complicated," said y / n. “It's… I love Miguel, he loves me like someone should love me. I don't have to beg him for his love, do you understand? Miguel doesn't go around reminding me that he can't love me. ”

“ Y / N. ” 

“ Maybe, Lizzie, I was in love with Tom, I can't… I don't know, I think it's something that had to happen, and you're right, It all happened that night, when he decided not to go to his party to take care of me, ”she smiled as she remembered. 

“Yeah.” 

“But, being honest, Lizzie, why wouldn't I fall in love with him? Have you thought about that?  I mean, he ... he gave everything for me, that night is just one of many, I thought maybe he felt something too. I mean, how many times didn't he pull an all-nighter himself to help me with an exam? Or how many times wasn't he there comforting me to cry with me? It was... the little details, from knowing my favourite chocolate to knowing that I accumulate notebooks. ” 

“ I know. ” 

“ But, it seems I always found a way to avoid it, as if every time he knew he was doing something to make me fall in love… He was with another girl, and yet with another girl. ” 

“ I know, I was one of the victims, I was an aware victim, though. ” 

“ You were? ” 

“ Y / N, the last time I slept with him was to prevent you from doing it, we both know Tom, he always plays that little game with you, he always looked forward to playing with you and ... And I saw that several times that you were just about to give in, but, as someone who once slept with him, I didn't want you to feel that, you know? I didn't want you to suffer that particular disappointment, ”Lizzie said with a little guilt. “Oh, I don't know,y/n.” 

“Come again?” 

“I think I saw the way you saw him, and sometimes I came to think that Tom felt the same about you and then… Then he did those things, and he turned around to flirt with whoever was in the room. ” 

“ Thank you for bringing that back, ” y/n sighed, gulping down her wine.

"Tom doesn't know how to love,y/n, or ... or maybe he does, I don't know, he's scared, that's what I see, and being honest, I can't stand it," Lizzie said. “Because in spite of everything, he is the man who has made my best friend cry the most.” 

She was right. 

“No… I don't know,” y/n ignored her gaze, knowing she was right. "But he's also a very good friend." 

"I can't deny that," Lizzie said. “But I think, I think you have to let him go.” 

“I know,” said y/n . “I tried that, I did that, and for six months, I was fine, I missed him too much, because… He's my best friend, and he's always there for me.” 

“As long as you have him close,” Lizzie told him. "You'll continue with that doubt, with that hope." 

"But you saw him today, right?" Y / N insisted. "You saw how he looked at me, and… oh Lizzie, when I was dancing with him, I felt ... I felt everything, even more than with Miguel." 

The two finished their drinks and Lizzie filled them again. They remained silent, while pretending to watch the background film they had been playing all this time. 

"Y/N are you sure you want to get married?" Lizzie asked. "I understand that you want to forget Tom, but is getting married necessary?" 

Y/N did not answer suddenly but looked at her cell phone. She had a photo of Miguel as her background, as if to remind herself that he was her fiancé and not Tom. However, when unlocking it, she had a picture with Tom. She checked her notifications, and there was what she needed, a message from Miguel. Poetry, Said poetry she loved. 

“Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die. ” 

Y/N smiled to herself.

"Yes, I want to marry Miguel,"  she said confidently. “I just need to see a picture with him to remember why I want to do it, I guess… I guess I'm having all these thoughts because I know I'm going to let Tom go, forever.” 

“Forever?” 

“Yes , I don't want to live tied to him, and if I don't let him go ... I'll stay there like a fool, dancing with him just to see how he goes and ends up sleeping with another girl, I can't keep hopeful in that fantasy of him finally falling in love with me, ”y/n reminded her. "So ... after the wedding, I don't know ... Well, for starters, I'll stay there with Miguel, I'm going to leave London." 

Lizzie approached to hug her. "Take me with you. You can't leave me. ” 

Y / N let out a small, forced laugh. “I have to go, and I will, because I will love Miguel, and we will build a life together.” 

“Is that what you want?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, y/n,” said Lizzie, as she looked at her cellphone, she erased her last notification. 

"Am I crazy?" Asked y/n.

"Very crazy, but I think Miguel will do you good," Lizzie told her. "However, if you're going to get Tom out of your life ... And after being so many years in love with him ..." 

"What?" 

"Well, if I were you, I'd have a little fun," Lizzie hinted with a smile. “I mean, you both would have to get each other out of your lives, then…” 

“Lizzie! You're saying that… ” 

“Yes, sleep with Tom, ”Lizzie laughed. "What could go wrong?" 

"I am engaged!" Claimed y / n. 

"That didn't stop you today," Lizzie reminded her. “Think about it, it was a joke… But, it would be good if you actually knew who you were in love with.” 

“Lizzie!” 

“Y/N! You’ve been in love with him for five years now. You’re getting married! And you’re never going to see him again, sleep with him, then he will have to kick you out it of his life and you will have to kick him out of your life, and you’re good! And you won’t live without knowing what it was like to sleep with probably the love of your life!” 

“He’s—not the love of my life,” lied y/n. “Miguel is.” 

“Whatever! You know you want to sleep with Tom!” Insisted Lizzie. 

“No, no. That is why I have to go back to Mexico, I will continue with that plan! if I spend 10 more minutes alone with him, I will not be able to control myself. ” 

“Do what you want y/n, ”Lizzie laughed. "It was just an idea." 

Y / N rolled her eyes. “Idiot.” 

“Oh, sometimes I appreciate that you didn't sleep with him,” Lizzie laughed, while y / n now served them both more wine. 

Y / N shook her head. They were silent for a while, watching the movie that was in the background. 

“Was he…” Y / N cleared her throat. “Was he good?” 

Lizzie smirked and raised her eyebrows. "Very." 

Y/N laughed. "I mean, with all that experience, wouldn't expect anything else." 

Lizzie laughed. "Boy knows his ways," she admitted. "And tell me ... Miguel?" 

"It's ..." Y / N flushed. "Well, nothing to do with the British guys ... He moves differently." 

"Different good?" 

"Oh, definitely, different better!" Y/n chuckled. 

Both friends started laughing to each other and gushed about the other guys they'd dated. Having fun, remembering fun anecdotes. 

—

Y/N had showed up to her bridal shower with just a slight hangover. Big was her surprise when it wasn’t a disaster. It was… perfect. Pink, very pink, but perfect. With a few touches of white and yellow thanks to the flowers Tom had chosen. 

It was cheesy but with taste, and incredibly nice. Tom served pizza, which perfectly captured y/n’s request of ‘nothing too big’. There were some big pillows on the floor where they’d be playing after. It reminded y/n of a slumber party of sorts. 

Tom was the only man around, because he was her maid of honor, of course. He was nervous and he seemed a bit out of character. Although, he had been acting that way since y/n had come back.

“Lizzie, hello,” he greeted her. 

“I’m impressed,” she admitted. “This is the best shower I’ve been to.” 

“Really?” Tom cleared his throat. “Thank you, I hope y/n likes it.” 

Lizzie raised her eyebrows at him. “What’s the theme, though? I mean… it’s lovely—“

“Ah it’s… pink, I guess,” Tom lied. “Pink slumber.” 

Lizzie gave him an authentic smile. “With strawberry cheesecake and pink chocolate cake, I see… and I saw you had some Harry Potter hints, too.” 

“Well, y/n loves Harry Potter, I guess I just threw in a bit of what she loves,” Tom accepted. 

“I see,” Lizzie gave him a sad smile. 

The party continued, and y/n, with a glass of champagne on her hand, eventually approached Tom. 

“Tom, this is adorable,” she told him. 

“I’m glad,” he grinned. 

Y/N was nibbling on a Toblerone. “I’m… seriously, thank you so much.” 

“I’m not going to lie, I was going to a Mexican themed party, but I realized that I could’ve gone in a… totally not appropriate way and that would’ve been bad, so the theme is… Pink, simpler, nicer.” 

Y/n chuckled. “Yeah, and oh thanks for the Toblerone, I totally love these,” she chuckled as she placed a hand on his shoulder. “You look nice today.” 

Tom blushed looking down. “Thanks, you look… spectacular, that dress is beautiful.” 

Y/N smiled but cleared her throat. “Oh… eh, and I just… wanted to thank you for coming to the dancing lessons with me.” 

“Anything for you,” Tom said looking into her eyes. 

Y/N blinked. There it was again, that promise which held so much but his love. 

Tom smiled. “And oh, listen, the only Mexican thing is the music, listen to it, it’s… lovely,” he said turning the volume higher. “this is actually a song named ‘Solamente Una Vez’, am I pronouncing that right?” 

Y/n chuckled. “Yes, I think.” 

“Well, it’s a song… About falling in love just once,” he said looking into her eyes. 

Y/N cleared her throat as she gulped down her champagne. “Nice, uh… Did Miguel recommend it?” 

Tom closed his eyes. “No… He, he didn’t.” 

Y/N looked away, Lizzie quickly saw her and ran to save her. 

“Tom, let’s start with the games!” She suggested. 

Soon enough they were gathered around on the pillows and on the couch, waiting for the games that Tom had prepared. They were all cheerful, and happy. 

Tom chuckled. “Well, as you may know, I don’t truly know how these things work. Maybe I went a little over the top,” he announced. “I feel weird being surrounded by all these women.” 

“Are you really, though?” Lizzie nudged Rachel, who was definitely not happy to be there.

 Tom blushed, clearing his throat. “Anyway, uh--” 

Y/N glared at Lizzie. “It’s amazing, Tom, thank you.” 

“I had to do a little research, because I thought initially this was supposed to be the bachelorette party… And I didn’t have time to cancel the strippers!” 

Anna, y/n’s mom’s eyes widened. “Tom!” 

He laughed. “No, I’m joking, I’m joking… But with uh, the little research I made, the bridal shower is to…” Tom gulped. “Support the marriage and celebrate the bride,” Tom said looking at y/n. “The beautiful and most amazing bride.” 

Y/N chuckled and mouthed a thank you to Tom. 

“Enough of this,” Lizzie yelled. “Let’s play the games.” 

“Well, I thought it’d be a good time to quiz all of us on knowing the bride,” Tom smirked. “I’m gonna pass some… questionnaires and we will see who knows her the best, we will also be competing against the groom,” Tom laughed. “Who was kind enough to send his answers by text.” 

They laughed and started filling it up. 

Y/N looked at the questions, and bit her lip. There was no way in which Miguel could’ve answered all of them right. Probably, the only one who could really answer them all was… Tom. 

“Well, let’s start, an easy one, okay?” Tom grinned. “Uh, where did the bride and groom meet each other?” he asked. “Y/N, love, mind checking my answers while I check Miguel’s?” 

Y/n smiled at Tom. “Mexico, when I was stuck in a rainstorm.” 

Tom grinned. “Who got that one correct? Check all your answers then. And let’s see, Miguel got that one correct.” 

“Wait, uh, Tom… “Lizzie intruded. “I’ll… ask the next one, and we can keep asking them.” 

Tom shrugged. “As you wish.” 

Lizzie looked down. “What’s y/n signature drink?” 

“Iced coffee…” Y/n answered. “But…Pink mimosas if we’re talking alcohol,” she chuckled, winking.  

Tom chuckled. “And… the groom’s answer was… Beer and… Tequila” Tom raised his eyebrows. “I think Miguel thinks he’s dating me, instead.” 

Y/N chuckled. “Okay, to be fair with him, back in Mexico, I did only drink just that,” she admitted. She looked down at Tom’s answer. ‘Iced coffee, except when it’s cold, then hot cocoa, and pink mimosas if it’s alcohol’. Y/N gulped. 

They continued with more questions, some of them Miguel guessed correctly, but most of them he didn’t. However, each question, Tom had guessed it correctly and with all the ‘buts and whys’ answered right beside it. He knew her, entirely. And she had kept drinking from her champagne while either of her friends refilled her glass. 

“What’s her go-to karaoke song?” Y/N’s mom asked after a few questions. “Easy, I can answer it, Dancing Queen!” 

“While that answer is partly correct Anna,” Tom chuckled. “That’s only when she’s sober.” 

Y/N blushed embarrassed. Her mother stared at y/n chuckling. 

“Oh yes, her rendition of Toxic, might be the best I’ve seen,” Hannah laughed. “The choreography.” 

Y/N laughed, embarrassed. She was still sober enough to know she wouldn’t need to perform it. That didn’t mean she would. 

“I’ve got to differ,” y/n answered. “While both of those options are correct… Tom was the one who guessed it fair and square,” Y/N chuckled awkwardly as she stared at his answers. Her three go-to karaoke songs were there. 

“You all missed ‘You’re the One that I want’ from Grease,” Tom laughed watching her. “Shall we?” He asked as he looked for his phone, and searched for the song. “No, no, I’m not doing it,” Y/N laughed, while their friends cheered. 

“Oh my god,” Anna giggled. 

Tom stood up, reaching for y/n’s hand. “C’mon,” he said before starting the song. The piano gave y/n’s chills. 

She smirked. “Tell me about it, stud,” she said. 

The rest of the party continued, after y/n’s and Tom’s performance, it suddenly got more interesting. But nothing too weird, Tom hadn’t really done anything wrong and y/n was just waiting for him to hook up with one of her friends. He didn’t. He hadn’t even flirted with them, he had only smiled and listened to them, but no flirting. He had remained incredibly decent and had only paid attention to y/n. Maybe, y/n thought, he was no longer afraid to flirt with her because he thought that y/n wouldn’t fall because she was engaged. Little did he know that was the bigger problem. 

The questionnaire had remained on her head, for the rest of the party. Miguel hadn’t been able to answer most of the questions. His answers had been incredibly naive and basic, while Tom’s were on point, as that question about her favourite movie in which he answered: ‘She says her favourite movie is Death Poet Society, which it is, but The Princess Diaries might be her actual favourite.’

But the party ended, it had been perfect. And y/n wasn’t sure if had been the recent conversation she had had with Lizzie, or if it actually was themed to that night. Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about it. The pizza, the Toblerone, the Harry Potter things and the blankets. Maybe it was her imagining stuff. 

That didn’t impede her, of course, from booking her flight to Monday that very next monday. She hadn’t told Tom. But she had asked him to go shopping the next day with her, with Lizzie’s idea still roaming on her head. Hooking up with Tom one last time before she got married. As a cleanse. But it wouldn’t make any sense. 

Besides, she needed to know where he was in that situation, which brought her to the next day after the party, Saturday, only two days before her flight. A stupid decision, really, to bring him over to check on some ‘clothing’. She had stalled, because she really didn’t want to see it. 

However, Tom had been perfect. A perfect maid of honour, he had asked been her confidant, asking if she was actually ready to do all of this. 

Tom had been particularly quiet and seemed to have his head elsewhere, but he was still there. 

They were walking past the particular shop wanted to visit. Victoria Secret. 

“I need to check the lingerie,” she sentenced as she dragged him to the shop. Tom turned red. 

“What?” 

“For the wedding night!” Y/N chuckled, seeing him turning tense.

“Well, check it with Liz! Or Hannah! Not with me,” Tom coughed, awkwardly. “No.” 

“Are you crazy? You’re the perfect person for this job! Who’s taken more lingerie than you?” She laughed as she walked over to see the babydolls, and the teddy’s. 

Tom squeezed his eyes shut. “Fair point.” 

He followed after her. 

“Let’s put your whoring to some use,” she laughed. 

Tom followed after her. He was sweating. 

“You get nervous around underwear?” Y/N teased. 

“I can’t be recognized here,” he mumbled. “Especially not with an engaged woman,” Tom reminded her. 

Y/N laughed. “Ah, please, people know we’re just friends.” 

“Are we,” he mumbled, but y/n chose to ignore it. 

She kept going through the racks as Tom tried to ignore her, scrolling through his phone, texting, until y/n walked into the fitting room. 

“So, have you talked to… Miguel?” Tom asked as he strolled in front of the room. 

“Yes, yes, I...can’t wait to see him again. 

“Of course,” Tom answered. “Well… Uh, yn? I have to thank you.” 

“Me? I should be thanking you… the bridal shower was incredible,” Y/N told him as she put on one of the red teddy’s she had chosen. 

“Right… But I have to thank you, for well, asking me to be your maid of honour, yeah… it’s gonna sound crazy, but you’ve really opened my eyes to the whole idea of marriage.” 

Y/N stayed quiet, thinking about the ring she had found in his drawer. She faked a laugh. “Right.” 

“I mean it,” he said. 

“Have… you met someone Tom?” She asked him, not wanting to hear a very specific answer. 

“No.” 

“Then how can you be serious? I mean, would you buy a ring without having a girlfriend?” Y/N questioned. 

He sighed. “I don’t know I just…. I don’t know.” 

Y/N bit her lip, before she walked out of the fitting room, slowly, staring into his eyes.

 He chuckled as he sat down. “Well?” 

She smirked as she batted her eyes before walking out with a pink and black corset, tied to the black pantyhose she was wearing. 

She walked over in the sexiest way she could, with a slow pace and a lascivious look, seeing Tom getting red and flustered. His mouth opened in awe as she smirked before twirling a finger around her hair. 

Tom’s eyes couldn’t be more opened as y/n saw him practically undress her with his sight. 

“Well, you think Miguel will like it?” She popped the question. 

Tom suddenly shook his head and coughed. “No.” He looked away. Before chuckling and walking over. 

“It’s… just…” Tom giggled. “Cute.” 

Cute? He had basically already eaten her three times with the glance he had given her and he said it was cute? 

“Cute? I don’t wanna look cute on my wedding night!” Y/N complained. 

Tom rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s how you’ll look, you’re… cute, y/n,” He gulped. “Maybe try something else.” 

Y/N sighed, before getting back to try on more. 

Eventually, she decided on one, even if Tom wasn’t convinced. This had been the first time he wasn’t all supportive of everything, but he seemed flustered. 

Y/N had insisted on going to the bakery, where she wanted to talk alone with him, she was finally telling him. 

“So… why did we come today? It’s Saturday? Are we seeing more wedding stuff related, tomorrow? We’re still up for brunch, right?” 

“Tom… No, it’s… it’s my last day in London.” 

Tom blinked. “What?” 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you, but… I didn’t know how I’m… I’m moving to Mexico with Miguel and I… Tomorrow’s my last day in London.” 

And it was probably her last Sunday with Tom.

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S3A - E2

Here we go, Episode 2 of the rewatch. Honestly, even if you guys really don’t care about these, I’m gonna write them anyway, cus I need to get my FEELINGS out.

Anyway. Read More as a symbol of my love.

Thoughts:

Your pen is dry, honey. Try a sharpie.

So Stiles has literally known Heather since he was born? Nursery school is from 0 months to 5 years old, apparently. And Scott doesn’t know who she is? How does that even happen? It’s not like Stiles hasn’t seen her in ages, she recognizes him Instantly from across the room and he recognizes her back. So, Scott just never met her or asked about her or anything? Stiles never told him?

If anyone was curious, apparently Heather’s friend is named Danielle (according to Amazon Prime’s “X-Ray” thingy). She’s the same girl from Lydia’s birthday party, I think. The one who woke Stiles up? OHmygod that would be so fucking interesting. If he invited her and Heather to Lydia’s party. Maybe Heather couldn’t go, but Danielle showed up.

Awww, was Heather Stiles’ first kiss? Did they play winery as kids? Hide and seek? did they break a stupidly expensive bottle of wine?

I have personal issues with Stiles supposed canon age. I refuse to believe he’s not 17 and a year older than the others, because of repeating a grade when he was really young. I just refuse to believe otherwise. XP

PLS STOP making fun of girls asking for guys’ consent. This show would be awesome for like ten whole seconds if they stopped RUINING the girl’s asking for consent by having the guys laugh at them or treat it like a joke.

Allison, Scott’s not gonna have a single fucking clue what you’re talking about when only you hold out your arm to show the bruise.

Also. I believe in Big Dick Stiles Stilinski, bc he’s too smart not to know that wearing too big a condom is like the worst possible idea and can render it basically useless, and he wouldn’t have grabbed one (which we see he did in the next episode or something) if it wouldn’t fit. Therefore. XXL for our boy. XP

Hold up. So no one heard Heather screaming? Was she hallucinating the wine bottles breaking? Maybe it was an illusion, cus there’s no mess when Stiles gets down there? But still, the screaming is real. Scott should’ve heard screams like that even from outside the building.

Also, I feel p fucking bad for Stiles. As far as he knows, she bailed on him. What if he thought it was a prank or a joke or something? Or, even worse actually, since he’s known her for so long and she left her shoes down there, I bet he’d be worried instantly.

*snort* I looked up Derek’s loft set for research. They had to do so much editing to make it look grudgy and out of the way. This building is in the middle of town and it’s Massive and Gleaming. It’s a place where you can rent office suites. XD

I love everything about Isaac’s little venting session over getting Peter’s help, except the part where where he mentions Scott. Fuck scott. (whoops, now I need the tag. Like you didn’t see that coming?)

I find it hilarious that Peter’s intro is Rock Music. Also. “Fair enough.” I do love this man. (took me a while though.) Like, he’s honestly pretty simple to understand most of the time. He just wants people to be honest to him, say what they wanna say to his face.

Look at Peter, giving us one of the very few hints at werewolf history. Presumably, the ability was meant to be used to share memories with pack, locations of dens or images or even scents of other packs. And though mostly Alphas do it, clearly not just Alphas do it. This is fucking Interesting, I want MORE.

Aannnd, we discover that Scott’s been lying to Allison this whole time and letting her think that Derek just randomly attacked her mother. Love it. Also, I’m still not over Allison’s behavior in the last season? Waiting on an apology, hun, and it better be good.

OH. OH NOW You can sense the werewolves, Scott? SERIOUSLY?

Why do they make every single scene with Finstock have something to do with Stiles’ sex life? Like....it’s awkward. Stop. Also, can you imagine Stiles getting a rep around school for having a big dick bc of this? Is that something that actually happens in high schools? I had no friends, I would not know.

“No play.” The first time Scott decides that neutrality is better than actually doing something useful. I’m salty. *nods* yup. I am. I know what this scene does later on, and I hate it.

Also, can I just say that I literally hate that EVERY SINGLE time Stiles is having a good time, they make it Horrible? Stiles makes a lil joke about Derek being a Sourwolf? Derek gets claws through his lungs and spits blood. Stiles gets to play on the team?  Across town Erica and Boyd are being tortured. Stiles is about to have sex? The girl he’s supposed to have sex with is being traumatized downstairs. Stiles is about to play a stupid fucking game in class? He gets taken in for questioning because his friend since birth has been kidnapped. They literally refuse to ever let Stiles be happy without making him look like an idiot or an asshole for having a single good emotion. It makes me so MAD. You can literally measure the show! If Stiles is actually smiling, then someone’s about to die.

OH MY GOD. Really? Another moment we didn’t get to see? “Derek says it’s easier to turn teenagers” WHEN DID HE SAY THAT? I‘M SO CURIOUS. Also how does Stiles know what Peter and Derek tried to do to get Isaac’s memories back? Are they reporting to Stiles? Letting him know what’s up? STILES IS HALE PACK I WILL FIGHT YOU.

I’m getting really sick of Deaton somehow knowing more about werewolves than the two born werewolves. Like, it’s really fucking annoying? They know their own species, or at least they should? It was the same with Chris helping out on the hunt. He doesn’t know werewolves better than they know themselves and I’m fucking tired of it. Let Peter and Derek have their own fucking history and knowledge about their own fucking species.

*snort* i paused at just the right time and the water effect made Derek and scott’s foreheads Really big. XD

I enjoy Stiles getting distracted now that his job is done. I feel that in my soul. The only difference between us is that he has the confidence to just Grab the shit he wants to play with, and I never did so I just zone out staring at it.

I’m not stupid. I see them suddenly throwing in the work ‘risky’ everywhere. But I still appreciate Derek reminding Isaac that he doesn’t have to do the ice tub thing.

More reflections...what’s with the reflections in this season so far?

Also, is this how people sound when they’re hypnotized. I’m on Stiles’ side actually, giving this the side-eye with Isaac’s constant “They’re here” thing. It seems really weird and overdone.

God, this scene is such fucking bullshit. Derek would never put Isaac in danger like that. Isaac’s the only Beta he’s got at the moment. He wouldn’t do that and it’s fucking Stupid to make him be so vicious and scare the shit out of Isaac. I fucking hate it.

I think it’s sweet that Isaac looks to Stiles for answers when everyone’s acting weird.

Ten hours of research, and Stiles has a little pinboard on the floor, the prototype for his big one Awwwwww.

Papa Stilinski comes through ONce Again!

If they’re supposed to meet at 5 and get to work at dark. Why is it dark when they get to Dereks??? WORK WITH ME HERE.

WHY would they patch the wall (Which is stone, so wtf did they patch it with? Concrete?) if they closed the bank down right after the robbery???

IT”S THE SCENE *heavy breathing* “Big bad wolf, yeahhh, lookatdat” Peter looks SO DONE “I’ve been dealing with this for months, make it stop”

aaaand again. “Risk” Since when does Peter care about risk? I never understood this scene. We have evidence that Peter cares about family, and according to werewolves, pack is family. He flipped shit to find Derek when Derek was missing. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. I just...I don’t get it. Don’t like it, either.

“Yeah, if you want me to come” “NOT you” I love this scene, because it shows not just that Stiles is fucking raring to go and help, but that he didn’t offer before only because he thought Derek wouldn’t let him. We know Derek doesn’t think Stiles is useless. He put Stiles in charge of researching this entire bank. Which means it’s not that he doesn’t think Stiles could help, it’s that he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. And apparently Stiles knows that Derek feels that way, and knows Derek is vehement enough about it that he didn’t even bother bringing it up in the first place. That’s some serious trust and understanding, and even respect right there that Stiles is showing. Understanding what Derek would feel before he did it, trusting that Derek knew better about what was too dangerous for Stiles to involve himself in, and respecting him enough not to bug him about it anyway.

personal preference, I hate how much time is wasted just showing people walk down halls with weird lighting effects, or showing Allison trip over debris and pull her coat closed. Like...it’s really not needed?

Sup, Morrell? 20 seconds to get hidden? Is that 20 sec before the alphas get in hearing range or 20 sec before they actually get there? And how did the Alphas know that Derek was coming tonight? As far as they knew they took Isaac’s memory away and killed Braeden.

KALI WEAR SOM EFUCKING SHOES YOU NASSTY.

Smart girl with the bleach. I mean, I don’t know why the sudden scent of bleach didn’t tick kali off, but sure, whatever works.

I’m not even kidding. When I saw this scene for the first time I fucking burst into tears. Just that little glimpse of Erica and I was a mess

I really love Stiles and Peter chatting though. Like, Stiles gives no fucks, and Peter sounds just so used to it. Also, Derek’s couch looks sooooo comfy. I wanna sit on it. And Peter halfway through calling Stiles annoying is just like “Shit. He’s right. Again.” and there’s no physical distance. Peter once dragged Stiles around by his neck all night and nearly killed Lydia. But Stiles has no qualms about walking right up into his space and helping him out. PLUS, when Peter realizes Stiles is right, there’s no insults. Not even frustrated ones. When STiles describes the walls of the loft, Peter doesn’t say, “No, you idiot, the bank vault.” or make a quip. He’s immediately looking to Stiles for the information and trusting that he has it and will know where it is.

Then we have Scott just...whatever the fuck he’s saying. I don’t wanna hear it.

Okay, that is way more space behind Derek and Scott than Stiles said. And how is the moonlight even getting in? They had to shimmy through a shaft in the walls, there’s no windows in the walls. AND HOW THE FUCK would the ALpHA PACK KNOW THEY EVen KNOW WHERE THE BANK IS???

Derek should be able to hear the phone call. Just. Yes. That’s how that works. Also, Peter, now is not the time for gladiator analogies.

And the tears are back. All it takes is one fucking word. “Cora?”

IT DOESN”T MAKE SENSE. HOW WOULD THE ALPHAS KNOW??? If Marin hired Braeden and told her to get a message to Derek about the bank they were being kept at, then that means that it was all this really dumb double-double cross. Her making it look like she double-crossed the Alphas by telling Braeden to give up their location, but actually doing for the Alphas to trap Derek and Scott. What the absolute fuck?

FINALLY Someone holds Scott accountable. THANK you Derek.

Also, hello Lydia, I’m so sorry honey but you’re about to enter a whole new nightmare.

Final thoughts: I’m very long winded, and very frustrated and very fucking sad. I am just so goddamn sad and the next episode’s gonna make me feel even worse so I’m taking a break.

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[madpanda75]

I've got a twofer for you 73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ” and 182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ” the concept is that Rafael has a girlfriend who is a virgin and she finally decides that she wants to lose it on Valentine's day

Thanks for your request, sweetie!! I hope you like this, I had a lot fun writing it! ❤️🥰 Sorry I’m a little late with this since Valentine’s Day.

Warning: NSFW 

“The First Night”

Rafael stood behind you, playfully dropping kisses on your neck while lightly prodding your sides.

“Raf! Stop!” You said in a fit of laughter, trying to squirm away and focus on putting the final touches on your ropa vjeja.

“Oh, are you ticklish?” He asked, continuing his assault.

“You know I am. Why don’t you make yourself useful and go open a bottle of wine. Dinner’s almost ready,” you winked at your boyfriend.

Rafael sighed in defeat, “Ok, but only because I’m hungry.” He kissed your lips once more before grabbing the merlot, uncorking the bottle and pouring two glasses just as you placed the food on the table.

It was Valentine’s Day, a day where romantic restaurants all over Manhattan were jam packed with couples celebrating their love. Rather than fight the crowds and be inundated with nylon red balloons and cheesy pink hearts, you opted to invite Rafael over for a quiet night in. You had even gotten his abuela’s ropa vjeja recipe for the occasion.

Rafael moaned around a mouthful of food, “Y/N, this is amazing.”

“Really?” You had gone to three different supermarkets to get the ingredients for the dish. Having never cooked Cuban food before, you wanted the meal to be perfect.

“Don’t tell my mom, and I’ll deny it if you ever do, but this is better than hers.”

You beamed with pride, “I promise I won’t tell.”

Rafael and you had only been together for 6 months but never in your life had you felt so connected to another human being. It was as if you both had known each other your entire lives.

For him, you were like a breath of fresh air. Having had his heart broken before, he had closed that chapter of his life, believing he would never find love again, until he met you.

After dinner, you watched as Rafael lovingly fingered the pages of the book you had gotten him for Valentine’s Day. It was a first edition copy of Slaughterhouse Five signed by Kurt Vonnegut.

“Do you like your present?”

Rafael took your hand and smiled brightly at you, “I love it, cariño. Thank you so much. Where did you even find this?”

“I have my ways,” you smirked. “Happy Valentine’s Day, mi amor.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, mi vida. I love you,” he leaned over, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you too,” you softly said.

Just as you were about to clean up from dinner, the lights in your apartment flickered for a few seconds before going out completely. “What the hell?” You said, standing in your kitchen, flicking the light switch on and off.

“Must be a power outage,” Rafael looked out the window, noticing the building across the street was also dark. “Do you have any candles?”

��Yeah, in the hallway closet,” you replied.

As Rafael lit some candles, you checked with your landlord. She confirmed there was an outage that was affecting your block and the power company was working on the situation as quickly as possible.

When you came back into your apartment you gasped at the scene before you. Piles of blankets and pillows laid on your living room floor, candles covered the end tables and coffee table, their soft light casting a romantic glow.

Rafael sat in the middle of the impromptu oasis he had created, smiling at you, “Is it too much?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s perfect.”

He patted the spot next to him, motioning you over. You happily obliged, laying your legs over his, kissing him deeply.

After a moment, he pulled away, “You know I never got the chance to give you your present.” Reaching into his pocket, he took out a small red velvet pouch, placing it in your hand. Rafael watched you open the pouch, pulling out a key. “It’s a key to my apartment. I know it’s only been 6 months, but I was hoping you would want to move in with me.”

You stared at him, utterly speechless, your lease was up in a month so it was perfect timing. “Yes! Yes, of course I’ll move in with you, ” you broke out into a brilliant smile before lunging at him, causing him to fall backwards with you in his arms.

He held you close, laughing against your lips as he kissed you. The kiss quickly began to gain momentum, his hands roaming your form. He rolled over so you were beneath him, his tongue brushing up against your own. You softly moaned, tugging on his bottom lip, your leg hooking around his hip. He whimpered, nipping at your jawline.

“Rafael, make love to me,” you whispered breathlessly.

As soon as those words escaped your lips, he stopped, knowing that you were a virgin and the weight that simple request carried. You had been seriously contemplating giving him your virginity, deciding that tonight would be the night you took your relationship to the next level.  

Men balked when you dropped the big V-bomb on them, all but sprinting out the door. It was always the same story, they would lament that sex is a critical part of a relationship. While you agreed that sex was important, it wasn’t the only component of a relationship. You wanted to wait until you were in love, truly, deeply in love to share that part of you, that physical intimacy with someone.

After you first told Rafael about your virgin state, you promptly showed him to the door, expecting him to flee just like the others. Instead you were surprised to discover that he shared your sentiments about wanting to wait until you were in love to have sex. He was incredibly patient and sweet, allowing you to set the pace as you both got to know each other better.

With Rafael, you wanted him to see all of you. There was a deep rooted connection between you both, a love that made you feel safe to be vulnerable and exposed. It was a love like no other, one that neither of you had experienced until now.

He looked down at you with his hypnotic green eyes, gently stroking your cheek, “Are you sure? Just because I asked you to move in with me….I don’t want you to feel pressured into this.”

“Of course I’m sure. I’ve wanted this for so long. I’ve waited for so long,” you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair as you pulled him into a feverish kiss. “I want you,” you purred against his mouth.

“You have me. I’m yours, mi amor,” he groaned.

Rafael moved to stand up. Taking your hands, he helped to get you to your feet, gifting you a slow sensual kiss, pulling you flush to his body. You melted into his touch, your tongue seeking entrance into the warm confines of his mouth.

He hummed against your lips, his hands sliding down your back to cup your ass and lift you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him hard as he carried you to the bedroom.

Your heart was beating so fast, it was practically pounding out of your chest when he set you down at the foot of the bed. “This is real. This is actually happening,” you thought to yourself.

Rafael cupped your face, sensing that you were anxious. “Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You softly smiled, “I know, but I want to. I’m just nervous.”

He placed tender kisses on your face and leaned his forehead against yours, “I’m nervous too. We’ll go slow.” Kissing you again, his fingers brushed under your shirt before tugging it off your body. His hands moving around to unsnap your bra. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“Yes,” you whispered.

Rafael lowered your bra straps, taking a minute to drink you in. Dipping his head down, he placed a kiss on your pulse point, before tracing your collarbone with his tongue.

Your breath hitched. Rubbing your thighs together, you could feel your desire for him begin to get stronger. Your fingers trembled as you began to unbutton his shirt. Rafael’s chest rose and fell rapidly, watching you push the shirt off his shoulders. You ran your hands across his bare chest, running your fingers through his chest hair, feeling his muscles tighten under your touch.

Your palm rested over his chest, you could feel how fast his heart was beating, matching the same rapid pace as yours. You looked up into his eyes and pulled him into a hungry kiss. His lips moved over yours more insistently as his fingertips trailed down your ribcage towards the waistband of your skirt.

You moaned, your tongues dancing with each other as you blindly searched for the button to his slacks. While you were working on ridding him of his pants, he unzipped your skirt, pushing it off your frame. Rafael moved to gently lay you on the bed. Hovering above you, he kissed down the column of your throat.

“Rafael,” you whimpered, arching your hips up, grinding into his erection. This was the farthest you had ever gone with a man. In the past you were always too scared and unsure to take it any further, but not tonight. Laying in Rafael’s arms, you had never been so sure of anything in your life.

A fire began to burn deep in your belly, your flesh becoming heated when you stopped, “Rafael, the candles!” He stared down at you in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed. “In the other room, we left them burning,” you explained, afraid that your living room would be engulfed in flames.

A realization spread to his face, ‘Don’t move. I’ll get them.” He scurried out of the room, almost tripping over the discarded clothes on the floor as he hurried to blow out the candles in the living room. You let out a long sigh and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of the city outside your window. The sirens, the horns, the sounds of people living their everyday lives, it was soothing, an urban lullaby.

Rafael came back into the room. His heart skipped a beat when he saw you laying on the bed, eyes closed, hair fanned out on the sheets, the moonlight casting a glow on your figure. You looked like an angel.

“My God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered with a lustful look in his eyes.

You opened your eyes and sat up on the bed, pulling down his boxer briefs, freeing his caged erection. Your eyes widened when you saw his hard cock, a drop of precum oozing from his slit. “You’re so big,” you blurted out.

He blushed and snorted a laugh, “Thank you.”

“I can’t believe I just said that,” you covered your face in embarrassment, only to have him gently pull your hands away, peppering your face in adoring kisses.

“Don’t be embarrassed. Tonight is about you. I want to make you feel good,” he softly said, stroking your cheek. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you said, kissing him slow and sweet, laying back, bringing him down on top of you. Tentatively, you reached down and wrapped your hand around him, he felt hot and heavy in your grip. He moaned, nibbling on your neck as you stroked his cock, rubbing his precum up and down his shaft. You moved a little faster, tightening your hold on him, experimentally, adding a twist with every downward stroke.

“Oh fuck, cariño,” he groaned, arching his hips into your touch. He kissed you, growling against your mouth, gently tugging on your bottom petal.

On your own accord, you spread your legs for him. His lips began a fiery trail down your body. He cupped your breast, blowing cool air on your nipple. Watching it harden under his command, he circled your areola with his tongue before taking it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the hardened bud. You gasped, writhing under his touch, arching your back as he repeated his actions on the other breast.

He continued to leave wet open mouth kisses down your stomach as the backs of his fingers slid up the side of your legs towards your hips, “Your skin is so soft,” he purred, dragging his tongue across your bikini line. He settled himself in between your legs, groaning when he saw the dark wet patch of arousal that had soaked through your panties. Kissing the juncture where your hip and thigh met, his head was centimeters away from your lace covered labia.

You laid back on the bed, taking in large gulps of air, desperate for his touch. “Raf…please touch me,” you begged.

He ran his nose up your slit, inhaling deeply, tugging your panties off and tossing them aside. The heady scent of your wet sex made his cock twitch with excitement.

“You smell delicious,” he purred, spreading your lower lips, exposing your glistening pink pearl to him, his hand lightly stroking the quivering soft flesh. Dipping his head, he placed a kiss right on your clit before pulling the nub deep into the depths of his mouth.

You practically jumped off the bed, never having experienced the sensation of someone’s mouth on your sensitive feminine parts.

“Try to relax, cariño,” Rafael said, kissing your inner thigh. You nodded your head and laid back, losing yourself in the thralls of ecstasy.

Rafael licked a broad stripe up your slit, sucking on your labia, the wet squelch of his actions filled the room. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moaned and arched your hips. He traced your entrance with his tongue, flicking against it rapidly, groaning as your sweet taste flooded his mouth, the vibrations shooting right through your core. You draped your legs over his shoulders, trying to pull him closer.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him make love to your pussy with his mouth. His eyes met yours as he massaged your bundle of nerves, moaning against you. Your cheeks tinged bright pink, breath coming in heavy pants. Watching him pleasure you was the most erotic and sensual experience of your life.

“Please…more,” you sobbed, tangling your fingers in his hair. He wound his arms around your thighs, nodding his head between your legs, his chin coated in your arousal. “Oh Raf! You make me so wet, I can’t stand it,” you blushed at your words. What was this man doing to you?

Rafael smirked and brought a finger under his chin, slowly plunging it into your sheath, your arousal allowing it to easily slide in. He continued stimulating your clit, your muscles relaxing against his digit before slowly sliding it in and and out of your opening.

“Fuck,” you whined, the sensation of his large finger pumping into your center left you wanting more.

“Does that feel good?” He asked in a husky voice, watching as you began to move against him.

“Yes…oh God..yes,” you moaned. Rafael increased his suction on your clit, adding another finger, thrusting them in and out of you, mimicking the way he would fuck you with his cock.

Unable to keep your head up, you collapsed on the bed, your eyes slipping close, mouth open in an “o” form as your muscles pulled him in deeper, your body rocking back and forth against him. He pulled his fingers out of you, turning them towards him and plunging back in, crooking them upward in a come hither motion, wiggling them against your g-spot.

Your walls fluttered against him, tension building in the pit of of your stomach. Your moans were louder and more high pitched. Rafael was relentless, working his fingers inside you while gently nibbling on your clit, moaning and groaning. One final stroke and you were coming hard, a low guttural moan escaping your throat. Arching your back, you tugged hard on his hair, every muscle in your body contracting. Rafael hummed, licking you through your release, slowly pulling his fingers out.

“Oh my God,” you breathed, trying to calm yourself from such an intense orgasm. “You’ve got quite a mouth on you.”

Rafael chuckled and kissed his way back up your body. Craning your neck up, you kissed him hard, moaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. You whimpered, feeling his rock hard erection brush up against your thigh. “Y/N, I need you,” he softly said against your lips. “Oh damn…umm I don’t have any condoms,” he froze and looked down at you apologetically.

“Don’t worry I have some,” you smiled and reached over into your nightstand, pulling out the biggest box of condoms Rafael had ever seen.

“Wow….”some” is an understatement. I’m shocked and incredibly happy all at the same time,” he said.

“I like to be prepared,” you giggled and handed him one.

He nuzzled his nose against yours, “One of the many reasons why I love you.” Ripping the condom packet open, he rolled the rubber onto his member. Rafael hovered above you, his eyes filled with love and adoration, “I’ll be gentle. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Tears filled your eyes, gazing up at the man you loved. “Its ok, mi amor. I trust you, ” you tilted your head to kiss his forearm framing your face.

Rafael ran his cock up and down your slit, collecting your wetness before he pushed his crown against your entrance. You gasped, your eyes widening as you experienced this new sensation.

“Hold onto me, cariño. I’ve got you,” he whispered breathlessly.

Your nails dug into his skin, leaving half moon indentations. He pushed further until he was halfway inside you, stroking your hair, kissing over every inch of your face. Rafael leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in heavy pants, trying to calm himself. He clutched your shoulders so hard his knuckles were white. You were incredibly tight, your grip on him was beyond anything he had ever felt before. It took all his strength not to snap his hips and bury himself inside you.

After a few minutes, he slid the rest of the way in, burying his head in the crook of your neck, groaning loudly when your hips made contact. You mewled, clinging to Rafael. Your muscles stretched and strained, it felt like they would snap, trying to accommodate his large size. The fullness of his cock inside you settled into your bones. Nothing could have prepared you for that fine line you were walking between pain and pleasure.  

He lifted his head, gauging your reaction, searching for any signs of discomfort in your face, “Breathe, Y/N,” he said in a strained voice. “Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?”

“No…don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” you whispered. “Kiss me.”

He kissed you fervently, licking into your mouth. After several minutes he slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock remained inside you before gently pushing back in. He shivered as he began to move against you, feeling your walls clench around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned.

“So do you,” you whimpered, your body beginning to yield to him, the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat was enough to drive you wild with lust.

Heavy breathing and pleasure filled moans filled the air as he quickened his pace. “Please more,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you.

Kissing your lips over and over again, he grunted against your mouth, thrusting into you a little harder, still trying to be as gentle as possible. He moved his hand between your bodies, rubbing circles over your clit. You cried out in ecstasy, your nails scratching down his back, “Oh God! Rafael….so good!”

He groaned, arching his hips to hit that delicious spot deep inside you, moving his fingers more insistently over your bundle of nerves. The heat coming off your joined bodies made it feel as if you were being forged in the fire. Your skin malleable under his touch, your body being pushed to the edge.

“Fuck! Please don’t stop!” You whined. Feeling close to orgasm, you covered your mouth with your hand, feeling shy about vocalizing your release.

Rafael pulled your hand away from your mouth, pinning both of your wrists above your head with his one large paw. “Don’t be ashamed. I want to hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he demanded in a husky voice. He lowered his head to suck on your nipple, his fingers rolling and pinching your clit as he moved a little faster against you.

You arched your back one final time, your orgasm all consuming, stars exploding before your eyes. “Rafael!” You screamed, falling apart beneath him. Feeling your muscles spasm and contract around him was enough to send him over the edge. He came harder than he ever had before, his lips capturing yours as he growled and groaned against your mouth.

He let go of your hands, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, stroking you both through your release, his hips slowing to a stop. You clung to him, your body trembling, pulling him into a white hot kiss. He rested his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath, a sheen of sweat covering your bodies.

“I love you so much,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, running a hand through your hair.

“I love you too,” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks. The emotion you felt at the moment was overwhelming. He kissed them away and held you before gently pulling out of you. Peeling off the used condom, he went to the bathroom to toss it in the trash. He settled back in bed, pulling you even closer to him, kissing your forehead, each eyelid, the tip of nose, and finally dropping a tender kiss on your lips.  

“How do you feel?” He asked, his fingertips dancing up and down your spine as you both laid together.

“Sore but…in a good way,” you sighed in contentment. “I’m so happy I waited for you.”

“I’m so happy I have you in my life. Tu eres la reina de mi corazón. Te amo,” Rafael kissed the top of your head.

“Te amo tambien,” you lazily kissed his skin before moving to straddle him. “Think we could go for round two in a few minutes?”

“You read my mind, cariño,” he said with a devious smirk. “Our first night together.”

“One of many,” you purred, pulling the covers over you both, kissing him passionately. Your heart was full. Every broken relationship, every moment where you doubted you would ever find love, it all led you to Rafael, the love of your life.  

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Content Creator Interview #2

In this week’s interview, fandom friends @lilsherlockian1975 and @mrsmcrieff talk about whether they found Sherlock hot or not at first sight, how publicly sharing their work changed their writing, and the hardest thing about writing smutfic (pun fully intended).

And for those who don’t know, today is Lillian’s Birthday, so m’dear, Many Happy Returns!!!!

Hey, so Lilsherlockian1975 and myself, MrsMCrieff, have decided to interview each other for Aine’s challenge. We’re going to try to answer each other’s questions but there is always the danger of us going massively off piste. Our conversations in the past have been eclectic and very wide-ranging not to mention M rated.

 Anyway, I thought we could start by saying how we came into the fandom and more than that writing in the fandom. Lil, do you want to start?

Lil: All right, my sister on another continent, here’s how it went: As I’ve explained about finding The Full House on Pinterest, let’s explore what came before that moment, then just after... I was working third shift at a hotel (I had to as Mr Lil and I didn’t really have any childcare options at the time, so we just worked opposite shifts). The hotel was in a very small town - we were never busy, some nights we sold maybe 2 rooms - I usually spent my time watching Netflix. After making my way through Doctor Who, Star Trek Next Gen, Voyager then (God help me) DS9, Farscape and Firefly, I’d finally run out of anything to watch. You’d be surprised how quickly you can burn through a series binge watching for 8 hours at a time (and getting paid for it!).

 Then… then I found Sherlock. Well, that changed things… a bit.

 “Good Lord, who is the Cumberstud chap and why won’t he have all the sex with me!?” was my first thought, my second was, “Maybe I have a chance with the dishy DI?” and third? “Oh… what fresh hell is this ‘Mycroft’? Yummy!” Then finally, “Ahh, did the casting director somehow read my diary? Creepy but… all right.” To my defense, it was late and I usually worked on very little sleep. Also, I’m a kinky bitch.

 I’d never been involved in a ‘fandom proper’, I suppose. That’s not to say that I wasn’t a fangirl. I am and always have been. I was hugely into the Kevin Smith movies, going as far as visiting the Quick Stop and RST Video in Lenardo, NJ, respectively, as well as The Secret Stash, in Red Bank. I was a comic book geek in my youth, Marvel mostly, but some DC as well.

 After reading The Full House, I desperately needed MORE Sherlock and luckily enough, there was more to be found.

 At first I was just reading, then I wrote and posted a couple of (horrible) fics and met this fellow writer named MrsMCrieff (I might have had a little ‘writing crush’ on you, Mrs!). We chatted on FF.net and struck up a friendship.

 So, for me, writing came before fandom. Mrs was doing some betaing for me, but I didn’t ask for help often; I hated bothering her all the time for the multitude of stories I was turning out. At some point around here, I got an elusive invite to AO3 from sherlockian87, bless her soul, because I kept trying to join and couldn’t get a blessed invitation. Also around this time, I had written a prompt and got a PM from MizJoely asking if she could fix some of my mistakes (she was very sweet about it, even though I totally flipped - half fangirling, half losing my shit because ‘Crap, I screwed up so bad, here was The MizJoely asking if she could edit out my mistakes!’) but she wasn’t being critical at all, of course, just helpful as I soon found out. Shortly after, now having formed a friendship with MIz, she suggested that I start a Tumblr blog. And that’s how it all started.

Yes, sorry… I, um, tend to be a tad loquacious. Writing out my answers doesn’t help one little bit.

 Okay, Mrs, right back atcha!

 Mrs: OK, shall I try to be more concise? I’ll probably fail as I’m terrible as writing short fics they always seem to end up spread over multiple chapters.

 I’m another one who had always been a fangirl, Doctor Who, Buffy, Twilight, vampire Diaries (yeah, I love my vampires) but I’d also been a Sherlock Holmes fan. I’d read all the books in my teens, watched the Basil Rathbone and Jeremy Brett adaptations and even stayed at the Sherlock Holmes hotel on Baker St so when a new series was advertised it was an easy sale.

 I was late to the cumberobsession though. I have to admit watching the first two series as they came out and I remember thinking I like them but it’s a shame Sherlock isn’t that hot. I know, I know, I’m embarrassed even as I write that.

 It all changed after watching season 3 and I blame the Sherlolly kiss 100%. I watched the series, DELETED the records!! And then realised I was spending a lot of time thinking about Sherlock and Benedict...that turned into looking him up online and from there it was a short step to reading Sherlolly fics on fanfic (I was already reading fics for other shipping obsessions). Anyway, it didn’t take long before Sherlolly took over all my other ships and Benedict was my number one hottie.

 As for writing, I hadn’t written anything fiction based since school and school was a long time ago...almost thirty years. But one day I was looking for a specific fic, I wanted to read about Sherlock and Molly having to share body heat and I just couldn’t find anything that satisfied me. I’m not sure why but in that moment I decided to write it myself and in half an hour I’d written Frozen...my first ever fic. It took another couple of hours to pluck up the courage to post it and I clearly remember feeling a bit sick and my hand shaking as I pressed the final button to post.

 Thankfully, I almost immediately started to receive positive reviews and feedback and it wasn’t long before I started to write more...the rest as they say is history. Lil got in touch soon after and it was fun chatting to another writer just starting out. We soon found we were not dissimilar in age and both had two sons and the friendship started there.

 We’ve been through quite a lot over the last few years Lil and written some fab stories. Wouldn’t you agree?

 (I should let on that we are now faffing about trying to find the original list of questions...we are trying to be professional).

 Ok Lil, so I’ve looked at Aine’s questions and they look really hard. Any preferences on which ones you want to answer :).

 Lil: I think a great follow up to that first one is this: How did posting your first story change your process of writing? So I’m shooting it back to you, Mrs, and you can send me that one or select a new one for me. Tag, you’re it!

 Mrs: I can tell you quite simply how it changed my process of writing...given that it was my first piece of writing in 30 years I was starting from scratch when it came to any process. One thing that I started with that’s held true for me ever since is that my stories are fully mapped out and written before I even start posting the first chapter. I will edit and make refinements but the bones of the story are there.

 I know lots of people post a chapter and then write the next chapter but that would put me under too much pressure. The downside is that if someone gives me a prompt they could be waiting months before they see it posted. The upside is if I’ve started posting a fic you will get the end of it as it’s already been written.

 There have only been two exceptions to this method: Sherlock Holmes, Vampire which I worked on over a year or so posting four chapters every so often as I wrote them...it was stressful. And the other is Never Have I Ever which was/is more of a collection of one shots woven together into a fic.

 How about you Lil? How did it change for you?

 Lil: So, I’d been writing little stories and whatnot for years and years but, having no idea that there was such a thing as ff.net or AO3, I had no place to put them. Writing was always a very, very distant dream of mine. I have loads of notebooks filled with stories, story ideas and my own personal ramblings (unfortunately, my Tumblr followers now have to read the ‘ramblings business’). I stopped for many years after my roommate/best friend since childhood found some of my writing in college that I’d carefully hidden under my bed. I came home to find her in my room, sat on the floor, on the phone with our Art History professor (whom she was sleeping with), as she read him my story and laughed hysterically at its awfulness.

 I was devastated and vowed never to write again.

 But that changed, of course. Those first maybe ten stories were just me letting my mind go and getting out what I wanted to say (aided by liberal amounts of wine). Since then, however, my ‘process’ has changed drastically. I don’t always write an outline (never for one shots, which I write often) but I generally do for long fics. If not, it’s easy for me to get lost and miss critical points. My writing has become more about ‘layering’ for lack of a better word.

 I found after those first few posted fics, that in going back and re-reading them I wanted to make changes. I didn’t re-edit them (because I’m lazy), but it made me realize that my writing required more time and proofing before posting; that first draft is just the start for me - a thin layer of primer paint on a canvas, if you will. I then read over it and add more details and more and more until I get the desired effect. Again, much like oil painting, I have to build things up, layer by layer. This works for me; I have no idea if it’s a proper method of writing. So, posting my first fic(s) helped me learn that I shouldn’t be so trigger happy about posting if the story wasn’t ready.

 Okay, Mrs, this one is geared specifically towards you. I don’t think anyone would argue with me about your supernatural ability to write ‘case fics’, so let me ask: Which do you prefer writing, case fics or fluffy smut-filled romps? And why?

 Mrs: Oh God, ask me something easy why don’t you. Both, I like writing both. I love the depth of a case fic, the idea, the research, plotting it out and working out the characters and detail but it’s so time consuming and I often write a bit, leave it, come back to it etc. etc. so a detailed case fic can take six months.

 Fluff on the other hand is less satisfying but quicker (my minds already in the gutter with an analogy).

 Woohoo I kept is fairly short for once. So, here’s one that’s good for you. I’m endlessly envious of how easily you make friends and how you know so many people in the fandom whereas I’m the introverted hermit. Which other authors are you friends with, and how have they help you become a better writer?

 Lil: Goodness! You make me sound like a social butterfly (Mr Lil calls me that all the time!). I like people, plain and simple. Other than you, I am close to MizJoely and Darnedchild, that’s no secret, so I’ll talk about them first (you included, because you’ve made me a better writer, I’m sure of it - have actual proof!)

 I cannot count the ways Miz has helped me improve my writing. She figuratively took me by the ear and said “okay, you don’t suck but do you even know what a comma is used for?” No, not those actual words, she was much kinder about it, but I got the hidden meaning and I needed it, trust me. She also challenges me and is not afraid to be honest with me when I’ve written something that isn’t good or perhaps doesn’t fit. I know I’ve improved since she started betaing for me, like a 1000%. And Child… When I volunteered to beta for the Big Bang Challenge, I had no idea what I was getting into, but man… she’d written and enormous fic. Good, amazing really, but it was longer than anything I’d ever worked on before. It scared the shit out of me but I really think it was exactly what I needed. Betaing someone else’s work can really make you see your own mistakes from a new perspective. I feel like I jumped ahead after working on the BBC with Child. As for you, MrsMCrieff, just the other day I had The Best compliment… someone actually thought I was British! Yes, that happened. I can only attribute that little feat to you, my friend. You’ve taught me when to add a ‘u’, when not to zed and about many different terms like pavement, taps, hob, loo, trousers (we really don’t say that here!). Not to mention the fact that most European men aren’t circumcised. Who knew?! It’s pretty common in the US.

 But that’s just a few. I cannot count the number of fandom friends who have helped me and all the ways that they’ve done so. That doesn’t mean I won’t try…

 There’s likingthistoomuch who always listens to my ideas and encouraged me to post my first Harry Potter fic. OhAine has been a true friend from the very beginning, always insightful and supportive. Mellovesall who is just too sweet for words and always helps with edits, no matter what’s going on in her life. Kendrapendragon who let me bounce ideas for my Mirror Has Two Faces AU off of her for like a whole day! the-sapphiresky who has helped me with this historical AU that may or may not ever see the light of day. Allthebellsinvenice who answered about a dozen questions (over two years!) for Dig Down Deep when I’d panic about some D/s situation I’d written myself into. o0katiekins0o who backs me up when I’m in the middle of a sensitive subject. I can always depend on her to help me when I’m afraid I’m crossing a line. Broomclosetkink, Lord help me! She’s pinch hit for me when I’ve written a fic for Miz or if I just need a good laugh. She’s the best. Sweets… it’s very hard to talk about sweet-sweet-escape. I still cannot even bring myself read her stories or the ones I wrote for her without breaking down, but no one was more supportive or kind to me than Sweets. I miss her so much.

 Then there’s all the love and support I received from everyone during The Fic That Shall Not Be Named debacle. That’s when I knew how much this fandom (well, this ship, really) had my back! I will never forget how much love and support I received. Bless you all!

 I’m forgetting people and I hate that. But I really do love all my fandom friends as if I see them and hang out with them every day. I mean that.

 Okay, Mrs, here’s one for you (I’m going back to the list for this one because I like it and I think it’s interesting): What’s the most difficult thing about writing characters of the opposite sex?

 Mrs: See, see I said you knew loads of people!

 As for your question that’s easy to answer...knowing what it feels like when they get aroused and orgasm. I’m more than happy being female but it would be kind of interesting just to be a guy for one day. It would improve my writing no end.

 On a wider note when it comes to writing characters I don’t think any of us made it easy on ourselves when we decided to try to write being a high functioning sociopathic genius. I think I can speak for most of us when I say he’s not the easiest person to try to write authentically. I just wish I had half his knowledge then I wouldn’t feel like such an idiot when I’m writing him.

 I gave my youngest son the option of any number between 1 and 40. He chose 7 so does writing energise or exhaust you?

 Lil: It absolutely energises me! I do get frustrated trying to find time to write, but actually writing does amazing things for my mental and physical self. I find that I’m much more productive around the house when I’m in the middle of a writing jag. I’ll sit and write for a while, then get up and pound out some chores (usually more quickly as to get back to my computer). Somehow, this works for me. Frankly, it’s probably got to do with my ADHD. I’m the kind of person who needs to do multiple things at once. I’m the same at work; I cannot just stand behind the registrar for 8 hours. I practically beg my managers for extra work, which they’re happy to give me.

 I have an original question for you, love: How does a bad review affect you?

 Mrs: I’ll be honest I don’t react well to a bad review but it does depend on whether I think it’s valid or not. You probably know each and every time I’ve had one because I will probably have sent you a screen shot and asked your opinion. Thankfully they have been few and far between, occasionally they have made me think...especially if I’m being accused of using a tired old trope and I’ve made the effort to up my game in future fics but often they are just being nasty for the sake of it.

 Writing is such a personal thing though, we give a piece of ourselves in each and every fic so it’s hard to not take criticism very personally.

 Same question to you Lil.

 Lil: Oh, I’m a giant baby about a bad review and have been known to take it very personally. At first I brood… like really hard, thinking on the entire thing much longer than necessary. I suppose it depends on the nature and tone, for the most part though. If it’s attacking and spiteful, I’ll attack right back but if it’s coming from a ‘goodish’ place, I do try to look at my writing a bit more objectively (I don’t always succeed). Anonymous bad reviews get to me the most. The fact that I cannot reply drives me up the wall!

 Okay, we’re wrapping this up (else we could go on forever!) Thanks so much and a big thanks to Aine for organizing this as well!

 Mrs & Lil

Next Week:

Posting on Friday 01 March it’s @ohaine ‘s turn (eek!) to interview @ashockinglackofsatin

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Happy Birthday @thetourguidebarbie! I know, this is like super late but hopefully the smut makes up for it. Thank you for being so awesome! Also, a HUGE shout out to @goldcaught for putting this beautiful graphic together. Edit: I like a complete moron forgot to say thank you to @garglyswoof for giving a VERY early version of this a read through and to goldcaught for listening to me complain through my many, many re-writes of this.

warning: smutty, fluffy, some blood sharing, did i mention smutty?

Caroline wondered if it should be weird, being so comfortable in Klaus' space. Particularly when he wasn't there. She'd breezed in only an hour or so earlier to find him dressed in a lovely suit and wearing an annoyed expression. Studying the pink of her pedicure, she sank a little deeper into the heat of the bath at the memory of the heat in his gaze as she'd taken her things into his room. She hadn't seen the point or even wanted to consider pretending that she'd planned on spending any time in bed alone. She'd known that Klaus wouldn't have any objections, but the lick of nerves had been there anyway. The curling, private smile as he'd assisted her carry her things had left her skin prickling.  

Not for the first time did Caroline find herself admitting that she was in deep.

It was why she'd agreed to meet him here in a pretty chalet in the Swiss Alps for just the two of them. A romantic getaway without the usual lure of an adventure or even a carefully orchestrated meet-up. Knowingly and with forethought, she'd come to spend time with him.

Just him.

Caroline hadn't expected the house to be so quiet once he'd left and certainly hadn't thought to find herself alone with the tangle of her emotions so soon after seeing him again. Usually by now she'd have been naked for an hour or two and thinking wouldn't have been a concern. Her toes curled at the thought of how they usually greeted each other, and arousal sat low and heavy in her belly.

Blowing out a breath, she reached for the wine glass she'd left next to the tub. She'd scrounge around and found one of Klaus' expensive bottles of wine and dug out her e-reader, determined to enjoy the absolutely perfect bathtub in the master ensuite as a suitable distraction from her lack of orgasms. But while the wine was perfect she hadn't bothered to look at her collection of books.

Instead, she found herself contemplating the relationship that hadn't exactly snuck up on her, but one she hadn't really been expecting to want, just yet. Six decades had come and gone since they'd run into each other in Italy. It was a memory she was inordinately fond of and she chose to believe they'd been equally surprised to see each other. He'd recovered faster, gaze brightening with a familiar warmth, but his eyes had narrowed as he'd realized she was on a date.

They'd been at an art auction. Caroline had gone mostly just to see what kind of money really got thrown around at such events, but Klaus had clearly taken her date as a personal affront. It'd been a strain not to roll her eyes every time he'd very deliberately outbid her companion. She'd been sorely tempted to goad him into bidding on a few truly terrible works of art just to see how committed Klaus was to being petty, but she'd refrained.

Barely.

Later that night he'd shown up at her hotel room with her favorite piece from the day. A gift, he'd murmured, eyes full of glittering amusement. She should've been annoyed. Instead she'd been intrigued. He'd had been dimpled, rumpled, and utterly focused on her. Her memory of him in a full tux had clearly faded just enough that the sight of him had left her mouth bone dry. It wasn't that Caroline had forgotten how ruthless he could be or discounted the violence he offered as easily as he charmed, but it'd been a long time since she'd let other people make choices for her.

Instead of pushing him away she'd sighed and let him buy her a drink. A century under her belt had given her some understanding of the worlds he'd once told her but she'd worked hard to never lose herself. Klaus had seemed to delight in it, in her, and when he left it had been with a kiss on her cheek and a promise to see her again soon.

She'd kept the painting.

Months later, and she'd found herself allowing him to coax her into meeting him in Vienna at a little art gallery he'd thought she'd love. Next, he'd bumped into her in Piedmont, Italy and Caroline had learned more about Barlo wine than any one person needed to know. Later that night, she'd re-learned all the ways she could drive Klaus crazy with her mouth. He'd returned the favor, and while Barlo would never be her favorite, she had a soft spot for the vineyards. The following year they'd spent a weekend in New York exploring each other and the city, and then a week in Mexico City where he'd teased her with Spanish and while his fingers had skimmed beneath her skirt. Rio was a blur of sex and beaches and a bar fight that had left her sucking blood from his tongue. He'd shown her bits and pieces of being in his world, inside and outside the hotel rooms they'd shared, and she'd let him.

After a while, Caroline had stopped marking their time together so closely, had taken to inviting him along on her trips instead of waiting for him to sshow up. His smile had dug into her skin and something had shifted around in her chest the first time she'd asked him if he was busy. When they met up, sometimes Klaus had to leave early to deal with a errant witch problem one of siblings created, but usually it was Caroline who walked away first.

But lately, she'd lingered.

Her first real century as a vampire had been spent with her human connections breaking one by one, and while Caroline had treasured those memories and was glad she'd made them, she'd enjoyed stretching her legs and exploring the world. Bonnie was her only true connection to her childhood, and when they'd talked last week she and Enzo were back in Thailand. Her best friend had spent a century shacked up with a vampire, so while she still pretty much hated Klaus, Bonnie had told her to do what made her happy. It was similar to the conversation they'd had all those centuries ago when they'd broken Elena's curse.

Be happy.

Caroline had left and found parts of herself she hadn't known she'd needed, and learned that couldn't live for other people anymore. But living for yourself was daunting and freeing and terrifying. Klaus had seemed to understand that without her having to say a word, and while he pushed, he never pressured. He'd clearly never been satisfied but he was also unwilling to force.

It had always left her a little wary at how much she'd needed that. After Tyler, after Stefan. The one defining factor in her life had always been watching the people in her life walk away from her. Except for Klaus.

It'd steadied her in ways she couldn't define. Caroline refused to let him define her and she'd refused to let him be a crutch. But to grow into herself and to find him just as fascinated, just as willing as when she'd been eighteen?

It had been more than a little bit addicting.

Their last adventure in Cambodia had lasted nearly a month. Klaus had started a small war with some witches and she'd found herself dragged into it. Unwillingly and with a multitude of complaints, Klaus had promised to make it up to her as he'd carefully plucked spiderwebs from her hair. Those promises had been explicit in their details and he'd kept every one of them. She had felt it only fair as they had spent close to four days hunting through the jungle. In the end, Caroline had had zero qualms about the murdering that had followed. She'd even growled a suggestion or two.

There had been one or two episodes of Monster Inside Me as a teenager and she'd never be comfortable in that much nature, vampire or not.

The week they'd spent in a hotel had definitely made up for the grit and grime.

But that had been nearly six months ago, and she'd done some serious thinking during those months. Cambodia had been a jungle hell but it'd also been weirdly fun. Because she'd been with Klaus. Short on blood and her temper scraped raw, the monster had been free to play. And when it was over, when she'd tucked herself back into the mirage of the girl, he'd never stopped looking at her as if she was magnificent. Monster, girl, everything in between, and he took what she gave and held open greedy hands for more.

And now she was in Switzerland.

Caroline had admitted that this trip was different. She wanted it to be different. If she could only finally figure out how to actually admit that she was ready to start moving in more of a couple-y direction. She refused to call it dating, even though they'd sort of being doing that, however loosely she'd defined it in her head. Labeling what they had always seemed daunting, a land of no return, but she'd realized she wanted it. No more biting the tip of her tongue when other women touched him. Caroline didn't want to spend spend weeks adjusting to the cold side of her bed once she'd left. She was finally willing to admit she missed him and that she wanted him, monsters and all. She just hadn't figured out how to say it.

Head tipping back, she pushed a frizzy curl away from her face impatiently. Klaus, she was certain, had never doubted the existence of her feelings for him for all that he'd let her set the pace. Arrogant, aggravating man.

Huffing out a breath, Caroline took another long sip of her wine. It was silly to be nervous when she knew Klaus wasn't going to reject her, that she'd only ever had to reach out to find his hand waiting on hers, but that had never stopped the nervous worrying. She'd fretted and debated and soul searched.

She knew that letting Klaus in would be wonderful and terrible and everything in between. It would be everything she wanted and nothing she could imagine and she could never fully walk away once she took that step. Klaus wouldn't let her and her monster that was as greedy and violent and hungry as his wouldn't want to either. The darker parts of her had always wanted him. But it had taken the girl, the human parts of her that were as important as the monster, a long time to be okay with him. With them. With what they could be and what they were.

But Caroline thought she was finally ready to go after what he'd promised her. Last love. Eternity. All of it.

If only should get the words off the tip of her tongue.

She froze when she heard a door open downstairs, followed by clipped, bitten-off words as Klaus argued with someone on the phone. Caroline tried to parse through the French but while her grasp of the language was getting better, his words were too quick. His tone, however, was very familiar, and she wondered what had gone wrong. The sound of him coming up the stairs at a quick pace as he hung up had both of her brows arching, particularly when she caught the faintest hint of blood.

"Klaus?" The smell of blood immediately become stronger, and she blinked when he appeared in the doorway. His tie and jacket were missing, blood splattered across his once pristine shirt, and the veins beneath his eyes were still prominent.

It was a look that worked for her. Her pulse quickened as Klaus slowly took her in, his gaze drifting over her messy hair and exposed, heat-flushed skin. She tried to remember if he'd given her more than a cursory explanation of his meeting as he headed, but she'd distracted by the way he'd pressed his mouth to hers in a toe curling goodbye. She supposed it didn't matter. It clearly hadn't lasted long.

Setting aside her wine, Caroline settled a little deeper into the hot water of her bath. "I take it your lunch wasn't a polite meeting of minds after all?"

His mouth tightened, head tipping back for a moment as he exhaled sharply. Caroline bit her lip as she took in the streak of blood along the line of his throat. For a brief moment she debated if it was worth climbing out of the tub to taste. They'd barely had time for a proper hello kiss earlier and with Klaus wearing his hybrid features, she was tempted to bite. She hadn't had a good, non-battery powered orgasm in exactly six months and Klaus fresh from a fight left her skin aching.

"No," he finally replied, chin lowering as his gaze returned to hers. It was a struggle not to shiver at the yellow lingering in his gaze. The slow curl of his mouth told her that she hadn't managed it as well as she hoped, not that she really minded. "A bit unfortunate, but it should expedite the issue. I'm certain they'll be much happier to deal with Elijah in the future."

Caroline briefly pressed her lips together to cover the start of a laugh. It wasn't often that Klaus looked disgruntled by murder, and it was unexpectedly hilarious. Clearing her throat, she reached for her glass of wine, and tried to school her face into something neutral. "I'm sure Elijah will be delighted to hear that."

"He'll manage," Klaus said with a careless wave of his hand. His gaze slipped along the room, lingering on the space she'd clearly marked as hers on the sink, her neat pile of discarded clothes and the robe she'd shamelessly stolen from his closet. "You, however, seem to have settled in nicely."

She lifted a shoulder. "You said to make myself comfortable."

"Hmm," he rumbled as he prowled forward and crouching next to the bathtub. Her fingers tightened on the glass she still held, breath catching in her throat as he smoothed a wispy curl away from her temple. His lips curled and he tugged her wine out of her hand and took a slow sip.

"So I did."

The movement as he swallowed was distracting. More importantly, he was home. She touched the corner of his jaw with wet fingers, eyes soft with invitation. The large, sunken tub was more than large enough for both of them.

"Care to join me?"

His eyes darkened, at the softness of her tone or her fingertips on his skin she didn't know. But when tip of his tongue traced across his lip Caroline decided it didn't matter. Six months was far too long to go without him. She curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and leaned forward just high enough out to slid her tongue up the splatter of drying blood on his throat with a little hum of pleasure. The only way it would have tasted better would have been if it'd been his blood on her tongue. She scraped her teeth below his ear. "The only blood I want on your sheets is ours."

The wine glass hit the floor loud enough that she wasn't certain if he'd broken it or not, but then his head dipped, lips catching hers as he chased the blood and wine on her tongue. She decided he could clean up the glass later, and her mouth widened against his as her fingers tightened in his hair. Caroline shuddered as his hand cupped one slick breast, his thumb circling her nipple, and she decided he was to far away.

Fisting her hands into his ruined shirt, she pulled him into the water and on top of her. Water sloshed onto the floor and he grunted as his knee banged against the side. Caroline sucked on his tongue in apology, shifting to press her breasts flat against his chest as her knees bracketed his waist.

Klaus was far from passive, hand braced against the tub as he tangled his fingers in her now wet hair and angled her head in the direction he wanted. She moaned as his tongue licked across hers, the feel of his soaked dress pants against her thighs a delicate abrasion that left her clit throbbing.

When he pulled back his eyes were yellow and devouring, lips bruised and wet.

"Miss me, Caroline?" The words were rasped against her lips and she sighed into his mouth, her wet hands ruining his curls further. Her teeth scrapped lightly against his lower lip before she pulled back to answer, eyes holding his.

"What if I did?"

He tugged her neck further back and dragged the tip of his fangs down the arch of her neck. Her hips jerked against his and she whined as her clit dragged against his clothing. Klaus made a pleased little noise and licked across her collarbones.

"I've certainly missed you," he said without hesitation, head angling so his eyes could catch hers. His hand slipped lower, skimming down the line of her abdomen to trace the crease of her hip and thigh as he spoke. "Your scent on my sheets. The taste of you on my tongue. I even find myself missing the way you monopolize the bedding before you attempt to lay siege to my side of the mattress."

Her lips parted on an offended inhale that turned into a gasp as his fingers found her clit. The water was still pleasantly warm but his skin was always fever warm. The soaked fabric of his shirt ripped under her frantic grip and she arched closer, nails cutting into bare skin.

"Klaus."

He pressed closer, fingertips too light to satisfy. "Did you miss me, love?"

She bit his bottom lip bloody, both annoyed and greedy for his taste. He met her kiss with fangs and she didn't know whose blood lingered on her lips as she pulled back, breath harsh in her throat. "Yes."

His lips curled into something that sent her pulse skittering. His tongue swiped across her lower lip and he hummed. "Good."

His hand shifted to her ass and Caroline squeaked when she suddenly found their positions switched. Klaus had settled behind her, the dark fabric of his pants a stark contrast to the pale length of her legs as his knees settled between hers.

"Comfortable?"

It wasn't the word she'd have used, spread open on his lap, the hard points of her nipples barely beneath the water. Klaus was a solid, perfect line behind her and the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her ass through his clothing. "I was halfway to an orgasm. I'd be a lot more comfortable if you'd gotten me off."

His scruff brushed lightly against her cheek and he stroked his hand down her sternum, lingering just beneath her belly button for a few, breathless seconds before he lifted his hand and repeated the motion. "Only halfway? We'll have to do something about that. Though I do believe you've argued more than once about the benefits of relaxing, have you not? There is something to be said for nice and slow."

Her head landed on his shoulder with a faint thud. His name was nearly a whine as her toes pressed into his ankle. "Klaus…"

His lips brushed her temple. "Hands behind my neck."

Caroline knew she could probably talk him into letting her slid her hand between her thighs if she wanted it badly enough. Klaus enjoyed watching as much as she did, but she wasn't interested in her fingers. She wanted his hands on her skin and she wanted his cock inside her. Teeth biting into her lower lip hard enough draw blood, she linked her hands as he'd directed, the sounds of water splashing into the tub loud in the bathroom.

"Good girl," he murmured, skimming the flat of his palm up the trembling skin of her abdomen to cup her breast. His legs shifted and her ass slid against his cock as his knees spread her wider, and the rough noise he made was deeply satisfying. "Tell me Caroline, did you bring any of your toys with you?"

She shuddered, nails digging into his skin at the memory of the last time they'd played with her ever growing collection. "Yes, but I didn't want to use them."

He pinched her nipple and she moaned. "No? You've never minded me walking in on you before."

Her inhale was shaky, his words reminding her of just how much fun it was to tease him. To tease them both. It was hard to think when he was pulling on her nipples just hard enough to curl her toes, and the ache between her thighs turned into a throb. Sucking in a deep breath in an attempt to steady her voice, Caroline released his neck with one hand and twisted just far enough to see him out of her peripheral, nerves fluttering.

"Tonight I wanted you," her words were softer than she intended. "Your hands and your skin on mine, and your cock inside me."

Klaus' muscles tensed beneath her, hand dropping to flex against her ribs as his harsh exhale brushed along her temple. Caroline breathed in his silence for a dozen heartbeats before twisting around so that she could straddle him. She ignored the way her knees knocked against the side of the tub, intent on reading the cues in his expression.

"Caroline," he started, voice low and touched with gravel and she cut him off with the press of her mouth. Sliding her fingers into the tumble of his curls, she kept her mouth soft against his. She knew he wouldn't be satisfied by the shortness of her answer, and neither was she, but for a moment she luxuriated in the taste and feel of him, the pounding of her pulse in her ears.

Pulling back when even her lungs started to ache, Caroline dug her nails in lightly against his scalp just watch his lashes flutter. When his eyes met hers, they were dark and greedy. "No more teasing, Klaus."

His laugh was soft against her skin, darkly amused and throaty with his arousal. She shivered, and his hand slipped to grip her ass as he straightened his spine. When his spoke his words were scalding puffs of breath against her lips. "But you beg so pretty."

"You can't be serious."

His teeth caught her bottom lip for a moment, tongue sliding against the minor sting before he pulled back. The small, curling smile that tugged at his dimples was triumphant. "But I can. How much did you miss me, Caroline? It's been six months, love. Have you let someone else touch you in that time?"

She narrowed her eyes in aggravation. Why had she thought facing him for this conversation would be a good idea? When she tried to away, his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her close. His nose nudged hers, eyes glimmering.

"Caroline."

Lowering her chin, Caroline met the simmering challenge in his gaze. Baring the edge of her teeth, she hissed out a breath. "No, I didn't let anyone else touch me. It wasn't the same, I…"

Her words died on a whine as he caught her aching clit firmly between two fingers. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders. His lips dragged softly down her throat, his little noise of pleasure as her nails dug into his skin a rumble against her neck. She gasped his name as his hand slid lower, two fingers slipping inside her to curl against fluttering walls.

"That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

Her nails tore through his shirt to leave gouges in his skin at his words, and his palm pressed roughly against her clit in response. He kissed her just as roughly, tongue hot against hers. His fingers curled inside her, and Caroline reared back with a short scream as her orgasm broke, body clapping down around Klaus hand as she trembled through it.

He pulled his hand free from the clamp of her thighs and brought his fingers to his mouth with a satisfied little noise of pleasure. Her thighs switched, arousal fresh and demanding, and she glanced down at the slacks that still invaded his legs.

"You should have taken off your pants."

Klaus dragged his nails lightly down her belly, his tone indulgent. "Someone didn't give me much of a chance."

Caroline swallowed a moan and scrabbled at his belt, her shaky fingers struggling. Klaus pinched her nipples and the button snapped under her grasping fingers. She ripped away the cloth to free him, not even bother to yank what was left down his thighs. She'd just gotten off but it wasn't enough. She wanted to come again and she wanted Klaus inside her when she did it.

He helped steady before letting her sink down the first inch of his cock. One hand gripped her hip and the other slipped beneath her thigh to grip her butt as he held her still. She groaned her complaint, body clenching around what she could.

"Klaus," she panted, nails digging into his neck. "I want you inside me. Right now."

His tongue snaked across his lips, fingers digging into the curve of her ass. "Such impatience. Have I not already told you that I missed you? The flush of along your cheeks and breasts, the feel of you sinking so slowly onto my cock, and I wish to savor them."

She shook her head, wisps of curls dancing across her cheeks. "Later, savor me later."

His smile turned wicked. "No."

Klaus' shirt tore apart under her hands, and the muscles along his jaw draw tight as he slowly lowered her along the lengths of him. She was panting, head tipped back as he filled her, body hot and slick. The water was cool against her fever hot skin, and she squeeze him tightly once she'd settled. He groaned, breath a rasp in his throat, and his fingers dug tightly into her flesh.

"Eyes on me, Caroline."

She shuddered at his tone, forced her eyes open as her head lowered. His grip shifted and he rocked into her and she met the motion with a roll of her hips and a soft sigh, her clit a steady throb for attention.

"I'll draw you just like this," he rasped,voice slow and deliberate. "You're eyes dark and hazy, the way your lips part just so as I fill you with my cock. Later, I'll paint it. Perhaps you'll even agree to pose for me; well fucked and pretty in my studio so that I can perfect on canvas the shade of your nipples after they've been in my mouth, hmm?"

A pang of arousal had her trembling against him and he splayed his hand wide on her ass. Shuddering put his name, her lashes fluttered as he adjust his hips.

"Move."

"Not yet."

His fingers snaked between them, careful against her sensitive clit, and it was a struggle to maintain eye contact as he touched her. Desperate, she brought one hand up to cup her breast, to tug sharply at her nipple as the sensations built. His eyes never left her face, even when she leaned close, and her fangs were clumsy against his mouth as she drew blood.

The taste of his blood pushed her over and Klaus' groan mingled with her cries. Her forehead pressed against his as she planted against his mouth. His mouth shifted to meet hers as her breathing slowed, his kiss slow and almost languid even though his cock was still hot and hard inside her.

"I believe that's two orgasms now, sweetheart."

Linking her arms around his neck, she leaned forward to kiss the dimple peeking out from his cheek. "Hmm, much better than being only halfway."

His smile deepend against her lips, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh but when he pulled back his eyes were serious. Tongue running across his mouth, he traced the curve of her mouth with his thumb. "I grow tired of this bath. I cannot smell you properly."

Her eyes widened as he adjusted his grip before standing in a smooth motion. She curled her legs around his waist, shuddering as the shift of her weight and the change of angle pushed him deeper inside her. Gripping his neck, she breathed against his mouth as water dripped back into the tub. Klaus kicked away the tangled remains of his pants, and Caroline's eyes slid tightly shut at the way he moved inside her.

"Do not drop me."

He gripped her ass and hauled her higher, teeth sharp against her ear. "I would never."

Any thought of falling or of the mess in still in the bath disappeared as Klaus strode towards the double sink. One hand lifted to fist in her hair and his kiss was voracious, tongue and fangs playing against her mouth until they were both breathing heavy. "Unwind your legs, love. I want to fuck you in front of the mirrors so we can both watch."

She moaned at his words, and couldn't help the little noise of complaint as she did as he asked. Klaus angled her head with the hand fisted in her hair to run his teeth along the length of her neck before he spun her around. Her hair band was a quick casualty, and her wet curls tumbled around her shoulders as he urged her hands onto the counter top. For a moment, Caroline could only stare at the picture they made in the mirror. Disheveled, dripping bathwater, with blood smeared across both their faces and she shivered at how good they looked. Biting her lip, she shivered as he pressed close, his eyes glittering hybrid gold.

She shivered as his fingers slid back into her hair, the heat of his chest scalding down the line of his spine. His lips brushed her ear as he positioned himself at his entrance, knee nudging her legs wider before he pressed against her entrance. "Okay?"

She nodded, lashes fluttering at the feet of his cock brushing against her clit. "Yes, god, Klaus. More."

The first snap of his hips had her fingernails bending against the granite of the sink. His hand on her belly titled her hips and her vision wavered on the next thrust, the feel of him hitting everything inside her so perfectly. She couldn't quite watch his cock fill her, but the bounce of her breasts, the picture of his red mouth on her shoulder as he moved inside ramped her arousal higher. She could hear just how wet she was but she couldn't care. Not when he was inside her and finally moving exactly how she needed it.

"Come for me," Caroline demanded, barely recognizing the roughness of her voice. "I want to feel it."

His teeth bit sharply into her shoulder, and the pain only heightened her pleasure as he tugged at her hair. Blood spilled down her skin and her monster loved the color of it, the way it stained his mouth and chin as he titled his head in the mirror. Her stomach pulled taut, thighs trembling with her building release.

"Such demands, sweetheart." His hand up her stomach to skim through the blood dripping down her shoulder before he covered her breast with his bloody fingers. "When you are so lovely just like this and at my mercy."

"How can you not want to get off?" Caroline question in-between pants. Her eyes squeezed shut at a particularly perfect thrust, knees wobbling. He held her steady, but the uneven rise and falls of his chest and the shake of his fingers against her nipple told her he was riding the same edge. "Tie me up later if you must, but I want to come again. Now. With you."

There was a potent silence as her words faded between them. For ament she thought Klaus was going to ignore her words and continue to tease her with his ridiculous self control. But then his fingers were nearly painful on her breast as his grip tightened and the snap of his hips pushed a short cry from her lips.

"Watch," he rasped harshly.

Her eyes opened obediently and it didn't take long before she was rocking back into him, her eyes glued to the lines of his throat. His palm dragged back down her body, smearing a trail of blood down her pale skin, and a quick pinch of her clit was all she needed to pitch over the edge for a third time. This time Klaus chased his release, hips snapping against hers before he spilled curses against her skin.

Caroline leaned heavily against the sink as he breathed heavily against her. She spoke after several long moments of trying to get her heartbeat under control. "Pretty sure I need another shower."

Klaus pressed a soft kiss the curve of her neck. "Later. I believe you offered to let me tie you to the bed, and I plan to spill across her skin at least once before I let you come."

Her thighs clenched together at the promise in his voice. He'd do exactly as he promised and tie her to the bed, The he'd pet her into a flushed, aroused mess before kneeling between her thighs and stroking himself. He'd let her watch, his fingers curled tight around his shaft while he murmured all the wicked things he loved about her mouth. He'd linger, because it worked her up and they both enjoyed the tease.

It took a moment to find her voice. "I didn't bring any ties."

His eyes gleamed as they met hers in mirror. "I did. A set of spelled silk scarves. I've been wanting to see the color of them against your skin for some time. How close they match the post-orgasm blue of your eyes."

There was only one good answer to that.

"Take me to bed."

Caroline shifted beneath the blanket Klaus had rescued from the floor, sated and drowsy. The silk scarves had been a lot of fun. Caroline wondered if she could manage to talk him into letting her use them on him. A few hours testing Klaus' patience with her would absolutely be worth whatever he bargained for in return.

He'd taken her words about wanting only their blood on the sheets seriously and she wasn't sure much besides the blanket and pillows had survived unscathed. Not that she really minded. Klaus had never flinched from her appetites, sexual or otherwise. Instead he seemed to delight in meeting them, and the monster she'd struggled to understand as a teenager was never happier than with his blood on her fangs.

His teeth in her throat.

Parting her lashes, Caroline's lips curved as she took Klaus in. It was unlikely that he was truly sleeping as he needed far less rest than her, even after the afternoon they'd just shared, but it was still a sight watching him drowse. Face down, his hair as wild as her own, he looked as relaxed and content as she'd ever seen him. The abrasions along his back and shoulders from her nails had healed, only the lingering flecks of dried blood remaining. She'd probably find similar stains beneath her nails and arousal stirred at the thought.

She could clear the distance between them in a single move and press her lips to the muscle of his biceps. Taste the texture of his skin on her tongue and drag her teeth down the hard ridge she'd find. Caroline knew he'd meet her intentions instantly but she found herself content to just be.

It struck her that they rarely spent time together like this. Neither of them tended to sit still long enough to have these kind of simple, intimately quiet moments. Most of their time together was usually spent cramming as much physicality into a single moment as possible.

It wasn't enough anymore.

She wanted this too. Lazy post-coital cuddling without any kind of plan. Just her and Klaus beneath the sheets or a lazy morning over breakfast in their kitchen. She wondered if he kept comfortable furniture i his studios so she could relax and read while he painted or if he'd make room for her if he hadn't already. She had a million questions and wanted the answers so badly she found herself tongue tied.

"Now who's being creepy," Klaus murmured into the silence between them as if he sensed her thoughts, his lips curving as he banded back her usual complaint of waking to find him watching her. His expression was boyish, his tease full of gruff affection, and Caroline poked his calf with her toes.

"Only seems fair. You rarely sit still long enough to that I get to ogle you. Girl's gotta take an opportunity when she can."

He made a roughly amused sound low in his throat before rolling to his side and studying her. His gaze was contemplative and she bore his scrutiny with as much patience she could manage. "You didn't seem to enjoy a similar argument when I made it."

Caroline narrowed her eyes. "I don't creepily sketch people while they are sleeping."

"Yet, you didn't seem to mind my earlier suggestion of either the drawing or the painting," Klaus pointed out, lips lowering to trace the curve of her mouth.

She sputtered out a laugh. "Your proposition in the middle of sex? Should have I have taken that seriously?"

His brow arched. "Do you think I do not mean what I say to you, Caroline?"

She rolled her eyes at the note in his voice and shifted closer, tossing her leg over his calves to hold him in place. "Klaus, you were inside me for the first time in months. I wasn't giving much thought to the realities of you painting me post-sex."

His chin dipped, breath ghosting across her chin. "I have a studio in all my homes, love."

Heat flushed across her cheeks at his words and she swallowed at the way his smile turned a touch lascivious. Sitting on his cock he'd felt every flutter and every twitch of her muscles, so there was little point in denying she'd enjoyed the idea of what he'd described. But it was one thing to fantasize about his words and something else to let him put her on canvas. Naked and flushed and probably dripping.

Caroline was pretty sure she'd be into it as much as she enjoyed watching and enjoying being watched. But not immediately. "Maybe another time."

"And when will the next time be, Caroline?" Klaus questioned, eyes narrowing. "How long will I continue to have you with me for mere weeks at a time before you grow bored and walk away for months, years?"

Caroline shook her head violently, stung by his words. "It's not like that."

"No?" He questioned, skin drawn tight over his cheekbones. "Perhaps. I grow tired of watching you leave, Caroline. To have your affection and then to have you take it away?"

Her eyes softened. "Klaus… I…"

His mouth compressed into a thin line as she struggled for words and he sat up with a flex of muscle. His expression cooled, temper darkening his eyes. "I made reservation for dinner. We should head out soon if you wish to make them."

Caroline lunged across the mattress and curled her fingers tightly around his wrist to stop his exit from the bed. His gaze shifted back to her, eyes glittering, but he didn't try to break her grip. Her words were rushed, and only the fitness of her grip kept her fingers from trembling.

"I want more of this, Klaus. Not less."

"And here is thought you'd enjoy a night out. Shall we miss our reservations then?" His head tipped to the side, eyes dropping to her bare breasts. "I don't mind of course, but you rarely enjoy evenings in while in a new city."

Caroline dug her nails into his skin, uncaring as she smelled fresh blood. "Yeah, let's not act like we didn't both enjoy this afternoon. But I'm not just talking about sex, you ass. Let me talk before you get all bent out of shape, okay? I don't want to fight."

His eyes flared, the ring of yellow around his pupils attesting to his temper. "Then what are you attempting to say, Caroline?"

She bared the edge of her teeth. "Us, Klaus. I want more of us."

The muscles underneath her fingers turned to stone. Caroline absorbed the stunned expression on his face, the surprise he couldn't hide. She was certain such an expression would be rare, and it was one she didn't want to forget.

Tugging lightly on his wrist, she took a deep breath. "I told you I'd missed you and I meant it. When I leave here, I want you to come with me or for me to go with you. I don't want to do this alone anymore, I want to try. As insane as I might be for it, you're not the only one who is tired of me leaving."

Her words hitched in her throat at the look behind his eyes, the way he devoured every twitch of her expression, the shape of the words on her lips. It was impossible to feel anything but breathless, but her fingers still twitched with lingering nerves.

Klaus' eyes narrowed at the small shift of her weight, and he twisted his hand, catching her wrist in turn and he pulled her across the bed. She fell into him with a noise of surprise, and he caught her jaw with a firm hand.

"Be sure, Caroline." His voice was soft and firm, the wolf clear in his eyes. "Because once you commit to this, to me, I don't intend to let you walk away. I plan on being very persuasive."

Her lips trembled even as she smiled and she threaded her fingers through the curls at his nape. "Good. I like it when you get creative."

Instead of responding to her tease, he fitted his mouth to hers. The kiss was hot and wet and very persuasive. She shuddered out a breath when he pulled back, and his tongue snaked across his lips as if to savor her taste. She shivered, breasts pressing against his chest and between them, his cock stirred to life. She bit down on her lower lip to keep parting her thighs wider from rubbing against him as arousal flushed through her veins.

"I thought we had reservations?"

Klaus smiled, slow and wicked. "We have time for a long shower."

Caroline couldn't help her burbling laughter as he scooped her up and headed for the bathroom. For once, she refused to let lingering mess of wine and Klaus clothes scattered in the tub bother her. They'd deal with it later. Right then, the glitter in his eyes, the brightness of the happiness she could read clearly on his face was far more important.

They had eternity before them.

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Misha’s a Pussy

Misha collins x reader

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Misha your best friend, hates scary movies. But that’s not the only thing that makes him a pussy

A/N: This is just random and fun and my first Misha fic but I love it. Also unbeta’d, mistakes are my own cuz I’m too lazy to reread and edit 59083457 times

Warnings: Fluff and cuteness. Some language and implied sex at the end but not too much

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Your legs were tucked underneath you Indian style on your couch. Your eyes were bugged out and locked on the widescreen television set. The lights had been out since the beginning of the movie and you were totally immersed in the film. You were sure your body had been frozen for several minutes and because of that you hadn't breathed either. Finally catching a breath during a less intense scene of the movie, you shoveled some popcorn in your mouth before washing it down with a swig of beer. You were starting to question your decision to watch a scary movie by yourself, at night. Your tiny apartment was lonely and in the dark it was just extra terrifying. And yet you wouldn't turn off the horror flick.

You had seen it before and yet it still scared you every time. Even though it was a bit cheesy and the acting was terrible, it was a good movie and rather enjoyable. Your hand dipped into the popcorn bowl and you looked down to see that it was empty except for a handful of unpopped kernels. You pouted slightly but had no intention of getting up to go get more. The movie was at an important twist in the plot and you couldn't miss a second of it. The popcorn could wait. Carefully, you moved forward to place the bowl on the coffee table.

Your body jolted, the bowl of kernels flying all over as you squealed. You reacted purely on instinct and your hand flew around to hit whatever it was that had laid a hand on your shoulder at the worst possible moment. You backhanded something firm and there was a loud groan and you quickly stood to your feet and spun around to your sudden attacker. “I know kung fu!” You shouted before your eyes adjusted to the figure’s doubled over features.

“You dunno kun foo.” Misha muttered holding his hand over his red face. Your features immediately fell, your hands coming to your face. You felt terrible and almost crying you hopped over the back of the couch to check on the older man. Your hands removed his from the side of his face and you grimaced at the red mark that was brightening. “You really know how to greet a friend.” He muttered with narrowed brow. He readjusted his jaw as you examined him with apologetic eyes.

“Im so sorry, Mish! I was watching a scary movie and..” It was then that you wrinkled your brow. Before you knew it, you slapped him on the shoulder. “You snuck in on me! it's your own fault, Krushnic!” He couldn't help but laugh and you joined in with him before his arms enveloped you in a tight hug. You snuggled against his chest taking in his warm firm embrace, taking in his familiar musk with a deep breath.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He muttered as he placed a kiss into your hair. “Guess I succeeded.” He chuckled lightly before he pulled back, his hands moving to rest on your shoulders. His smile was breathtaking, with those pearly whites and pink gums all out on display. It made his face wrinkle and his blue eyes sparkle in the dim lighting and it always made you melt. He was beautiful, inside and out. You couldn't help but hug him again, just so overjoyed to see him.

“I'm glad you're here, Misha. I've missed you.” Misha's schedule was always so busy. Between filming and conventions, you didn't get much time to be with your closest friend. Even though you had known him long before Supernatural, his career had managed to distance the two of you.

Misha sighed with a warm smile wrapping his arms around you again. “I've missed you too, pigeon.” The nickname brought a soft smile to your face, remembering back to the first time you had spent any time together.

You had your niece for the day and you were showing her around Los Angeles. You had driven her to the Hollywood sign and downtown, seen the walk of fame and even drove by some star’s houses. It was a great time between you and the twelve year old. Until on the way back to your place, the car died. Pulling off to the side of the road, you opened the hood to be met with a gust of smoke causing you to cough and smack at the unclean air.

You knew absolutely nothing about cars and of course, neither did your niece. And it would be at least an hour before you could get a tow. So you were stuck on the side of the busy highway overlooking another busy highway. You almost wanted to cry after you had hopped up on the trunk of your car. Your niece simply decided to make the best of the situation and cranked up the music on the radio and began to rock out. You couldn't be upset then and you allowed a smile to take over your face again and started to sing with her.

Not too long after you two started dancing along, a kind gentleman had pulled his car over to check and see if you needed any help. A handsome man with brilliant blue eyes and a large gummy smile that could like up the night sky. He offered to have a look but after pretending to know what he was doing for a few minutes, he stepped back with a huff. “I have no idea what I'm doing.” Causing all three of you to bust up laughing.

So instead you all sat on your cars talking and laughing with the kind stranger named Misha until the tow truck showed up. You thought this would be it and Misha would get in his car and drive off. So you had every intention of saying goodbye offering a hand for him to shake. His brows wrinkled as he just stared at your hand for a moment. “You can't get rid of me that easy.” And then he smiled that dazzling grin again and you couldn't help but smile in return.

You two had ridden in Misha's car following behind the tow truck. The radio was blasting all three of you singing along badly but having a blast. When you arrived at the mechanics, you were told it would be an overnight project at least but you couldn't even be upset because Misha had offered to take you home. So you abandoned your car at the shop and Misha drove you home which of course you invites him to at least stay for dinner to let you repay him for his kindness. He said that wasn't necessary but he would stay anyway.

Dinner was just some frozen pizza and ice cream cones before the three of you settled onto the couch deciding to watch a movie. Of course, no one could decide on a movie. So somehow that meant you watched the Lady and The Tramp. Misha squished in the middle between the two ladies, you all had a good time just enjoying the movie and each other’s company. A big bowl of popcorn was set on Misha's lap which you all ate out of and you and he had a glass of wine.

“You remind me of Lady, Y/N.” Misha stated out of the blue. Your head turned to look up at him with a raised brow which quickly turned into giggles. Whether it was because of the wine or the look on his face, you couldn't stop your little laughter fit. “I don't know why that's funny to you, pigeon.” He chuckled lightly flashing you a wink which caused your cheeks to flush. He had put his arm over your shoulders then. Glad that he had looked away by then, your blush only deepened as you snuggled himself against his side.

That was nearly a decade ago. A lot has changed since then. Misha was now one of your best friends and even though you barely saw him anymore, you still talked nearly every day. Then there were the special times like this where he would be able to stop in for a visit. Your niece would be jealous when you texted her later. It was because of Misha that the two of you even started watching Supernatural and so now you were the biggest Castiel fangirls. It was always a fun story to tell, you knew Misha Collins before he was the famous Castiel.

Now, Misha has always been a flirt, so it was always a natural thing for the two of you to be flirty and affectionate toward each other. Hand holding or his arm over your shoulders was not an odd thing to see and though most people thought you were a couple it didn't stop you two from staying in close proximity with each other. You relished these intimate moments you had with Misha and you wouldn't want to do anything to mess up the friendship you shared. If only you weren't in love with him.

You weren't sure when it had happened. Maybe it was the moment you looked into his bright blue eyes or the moment he called you pigeon. Maybe it was some random moment through the years when he would touch you or plant a kiss to your temple. Maybe it was when he stayed with you for days when your mom passed, just holding you while you sobbed, taking care of you when you didn't want to get out of bed. Whenever it was, it happened without your permission and it wouldn't go away.

Now as he stood in your living room for the first time in months, you couldn't help but stare at him with the biggest smile. It made him laugh lightly, bringing his lips to your forehead for a lingering kiss. His lips caused your eyes to flutter closed and your breath to still for a moment before he pulled away. There was silence for a moment before he dropped his hands to his side again. “So what are you watching?”

You were reminded of your movie and turned to look over your shoulder at the screen. Your mouth opened intent to answer him but a wicked grin quickly took over your lips. A devilish glint in your eyes, you slowly turned your head back to look at Misha. You tried to wash away your mischievous look with puppy dog eyes and a look of innocence as you came down into your shoulders and hands folding together in front of you.

One thing you had always teased Misha about was his hatred for anything scary. When it came to horror films and even his own show, he was scared so easily. He was always bit of a wuss and would always be the one in the fetal position or sleeping with the lights on. You'd make him watch them with you and he would either end up in your lap or crying against your thigh. It was the funniest thing you had ever seen and one of his most adorable features.

“A scary moooovie.” Your grin was bright and you were able to retain some innocence in your tone. Misha's face immediately dropped before he looked away from the screen and turned toward the door. You laughed and grabbed him by the wrist before he could grab the door handle. Entangling your fingers with his you walked around the couch and pulled him down beside you. Picking up the remote, you started the movie over.

“You know I hate scary movies. You're gonna end up giving me an early heart attack!” the color had washed out of his face a little and you couldn't help but giggle. You tucked your legs underneath you and pushed the man back against the couch before wrapping your arm through his and laying your head on his shoulder.

“Oh, come on. It's not that bad. You scared me worse than the movie did.” You laughed lightly, resting your chin on his shoulder so you could look up at his face. You knew he would give in, he was never able to deny you anything. So with an exasperated sigh, he relaxed against you mumbling something about how you were an awful friend. You grinned excitedly before kissing his cheek and getting comfortable again.

He just gave you a side eye, already trying to avoid looking at the screen. Your head tilted with a deadpan expression. “It’s almost over anyway. The most you’ll have to watch is a half hour.” You slapped his arm gently resting your hands on your lap. You could feel the sigh of defeat escape through his mouth before his arm lifted to curl around your shoulders. Taking in his scent, it was hard to even focus on the movie. Your fear was long gone but you could feel Misha’s fingers tighten and tense around your arm. You tried not to giggle and remain completely still but it was already proving to be difficult.

When a monster jumped out, Misha squealed and you were unable to hold back your howling laughter any longer. Your body shook and flailed as you laughed at the poor man’s outburst and all he could do was offer the deadliest of all glares. It only fueled your laughter more, sending you into a fit that made you fall over onto the couch. Misha’s eyes rolled but it was clear he was trying to fight back a smile. Refusing to give into your fit and start laughing himself, he shoved your shaking form from the couch onto the floor. Landing on your back on the carpet didn’t stop your giggle fest instead it only made you louder as your feet kicked. Your arms wrapped around your stomach as it began to ache with the force of your laughter.

Just when you thought you were getting your laughter under control, you looked up at the couch to see a pouting Misha with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Your laughter was soft and warm now as you sat up, a hand coming to rest on his knee. “I’m sorry, Mish.” He side eyed you suspiciously, clearly trying to to stifle a smile. Your lip pouted as you tried to give him your most innocent look and his eyes rolled before his arms uncrossed and shoved your hand off his knee. There was a moment where you just stared at each other with stupid grins, much longer moment than it should have been.

Both of you looked away at the same time. Your attention turned to the movie again and just as you both looked, a monster jumped at a woman ripping her apart. And of course this made Misha jump with a squeal, landing him in the floor next to you. You fell into him with a new outburst of giggles and he tried to swat you away with the most angry of curse words he could muster. He wasn’t very convincing and finally you were able to wrap both your arms around his shoulders, resting your head against one shoulder. He sighed heavily before his hands rested against his lap and he laid his head against yours.

The two of you sat like this for the rest of the movie, Misha jumping every now and then but your hold on him kept him mostly still. At one point, he had to hide his face in your neck and though you still tried to laugh at him, you hoped that he didn’t feel the shiver that the action sent down your spine. He didn’t give any inclination that he noticed before he pulled away. Your arms began to relax more around him and one hand slid down his chest while the other hand still rested on the opposite shoulder where your head lay. Misha smiled softly, a hand lifting to rest against yours on his chest while the other rested against your thigh. In this position, your eyes started to grow heavy. Even though the movie wasn’t quite over, you were quickly falling asleep.

Unnoticed by you, Misha had stopped watching the movie and instead he was watching you drift off to sleep. Carefully, he reached for the remote, intent on stopping the movie and taking you up to bed. As his face turned toward the screen, a jump scare caught him off guard and he jumped with a scream more than any of the others before. It jolted you awake and left you panting in a panic at the sudden awakening. Wide eyed, your gaze finally found the source of alarm. Misha’s face was scrunched in apology and guilt and you scowled before taking the remote from his hand. Without turning to the tv, you hit the off button and slammed the plastic on the coffee table. “You’re such a pussy.” You muttered, sleep clinging to your voice making it lower than usual.

Instead of laughing or attempting to be offended, Misha just stared at you fondly. Your brow wrinkled as you looked at him in confusion. Your mouth opened to say something but the innocent smile on his face made you pause and he spoke instead. “I don’t think I can sleep alone after that one.” He batted those beautiful lashes at you and all you could do was stare wide eyed. You didn’t know what to say. Misha had slept over plenty of times but there was something different about this time. Your head slowly nodded and he grinned wide, the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth becoming more prominent. It was as if he knew this big secret that he wasn’t about to let you in on yet.

After a moment, you rested a hand on the couch and the other on the coffee table to lift yourself up from the floor. But once on your knees, you felt a firm hand resting on your hip. Your eyes fell to look at the strong digits before you slowly moved your attention to the deep blue eyes of your best friend. Your breath had caught in your chest when you saw the look in those cerulean pools. He moved to come up on his knees in front of you, both hands now resting against hips, now more eye level with each other. You swallowed thickly as the silence continued, the tension you could cut with a knife. If he listened close enough, he could hear the racing of your heart because you could feel it pounding in your ears. Neither of you made a move for what seemed like forever. There had been moments like this, brief and then forgotten, where you just wanted to grab the dummy’s face and kiss the fuck out of him.

As if he could read your thoughts, his hands pulled your hips forward, pressing you tight against him as his lips crashed against yours. It was rough and sloppy but it felt amazing to finally have your lips moving against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him, arms tightening around him as your lips finally melded together in perfect sync. Your fingers curled into the short hairs on the back of his head and he moaned into your mouth. After years of aching for him, yearning for him, here you were wrapped up in his arms, his tongue sliding past your lips without permission but welcomed. His arms wrapped around your middle before his hands slid to cup your ass and it was your turn to moan against his kiss.

The kiss seemed to last forever and you were fine with that. You could remain like this for as long as he would let you. But all good things had to come to an end and he pulled away. Breathless and chapped lips plump and red, he was smiling, resting his forehead against yours in silence. You were afraid to look at him so you kept your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath and calm your nerves. “Was that a pussy move?” Your eyes fluttered open, brows wrinkling with his question. When your eyes met, his smile beamed brightly. “I should have done that a long time ago. But I’ve been a pussy for way too long.” You couldn’t help but giggle and nod your head in agreement. “You ok with dating a pussy?”

Your eyes sparkled as you pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. Your cheeks pinkened and your head nodded slowly. “I think I could deal with it.” With cheeks becoming even redder, your eyes looked down as if timid to say what was on your mind. His brow wrinkled and he tucked a finger under your chin to make you look at him. You nibbled on your bottom lip again and you could see a hint of desire in sky blue hues. You grinned before pecking his lips. “As long as this pussy…” You poked a finger against his chest before you move behind your back to grab his hand and move it around. “Takes care of this pussy.” Boldly, you slid his hand over your clothed sex and you both groaned at the warmth that radiated.

His eyes darkened more, his expression taking on a whole new desire. His breathing was shallow and there was a moment of silence as he stared into your eyes, fingers moving slightly. With a groan, he kissed you again forcefully, both arms wrapping around your middle as he quickly came to his feet. Your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders as he cupped your ass. You both smiled as the kiss was never broken, bouncing slightly in Misha’s arms as he moved down the hall to your bedroom. You both knew that this was the beginning of a whole new level to your relationship.

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Charge of an Angel by Linda Diane Wattley

LOVE AND REDEMPTION SERIES – The truth will set you free beginning with “Charge of an Angel.”  Because you are silent does not mean the world does not hear you screaming.  “Charge of an Angel” the first book of the “Love and Redemption Series” is about getting to understand God, love, sex and spirituality. Children grow up eventually and we they pack their clothes to leave home; the world has no clue what they are carrying in their suitcases. 

  Charge of an Angel  (Love and Redemption Series Book 1) by Linda Diane Wattley

My name is Leona Tillard and I need your help. You see, I have been spending my whole life trying to know who I am. I was born and raised in Akron, Ohio, and a product of a temporary single-parent home, I was left without some pertinent information that could have possibly told me who I am. Eventually, still a child, my family structure evolved into a blended family situation. In silence, I cried far more than I laughed.

Don’t get me wrong, there was much love for me. I learned early in life that I was a very special little girl. People loved being in my presence, but more than anything, my body was always desired. I didn’t want for anything, life was good to me, I just didn’t understand love and what is considered being a normal human being. This is where I need your help. Will you listen to me as I tell you my story about my life? Tell me who really loved me. Am I really an angel or a freak of nature? Your help will be highly appreciated. In return, I promise to entertain you from beginning to end. Below find one of my thought processing moments. It came during a time I needed understanding. Until we meet, enjoy!

My body was betraying me in the worst way. “Oh, God, help me! I face you now in my naked and weakened state and beg you to save me.” I prayed silently.”

Customer Review 5.0 out of 5 stars by Leona Tillard

Charge Of An Angel is book one in Linda Diane Wattley’s series titled Love and Redemption.

This is an important quote directly from the book: “Charge of an Angel will reveal why the urgent questioning of sexuality from the home to the pulpit. The children in this story have a lot to show us, let’s get started. They are anxious to share their stories even their parents are going to be in awe when they see who they really are.”

Character Leona Tillard will touch your heart as you read her childhood account. I am certain that as you read this book, you will either relate to some of the family dynamics from your own life or you might know a family with similar dynamics.  Sadly, families usually look wholesome and intact when viewed by an outsider. However, when you pull back the layers like an onion, the raw truth can burn your soul. In Leona’s story, her family has many layers and although she felt loved as child, her perceptions were from a child’s point of view.

Right from birth (like you and me) Leona was set on a path and her encounters wrote on the pages of her life’s story and deep in her heart and soul. The most telling thing that you will discover as you read, is Leona’s perception of herself, her deep questions and even conflicting messages that cause her to even question God. For children who grown up in a dysfunctional home, this is how they think. I quote not to spoil the story, but to enlighten you so you will want to read further.

“We didn’t hear any more words after that. Sarah and I were just as quiet as Daddy and Priscilla. In fact, Sarah was already asleep. I could hear snoring from across the room, which was something she normally didn’t do. I couldn’t believe what I had seen between her and Daddy. I closed my eyes and tried to will myself somewhere other than where I was. I couldn’t help but wonder where my brother and my mother were. This new family thing just did not make me happy at all. I mean, trying to know myself was hard enough without this family mix. One minute I had a mother and then I had no mother. I had a big brother, then no big brother. Now I have two sisters and a brother to go with the one I already had. We were all lost and confused. We just wanted to know where we belonged.

After that night, we did what we had to do to keep Priscilla and Daddy happy. Nobody cared how we felt. This life was about them. None of us should have been born. We had no parents. All of us were victims of circumstance. We were just sheep—sleeping, eating, and doing what we were told. If Daddy and Priscilla hadn’t gotten married, maybe Momma and Mark might have come back. We could forget about ever seeing them now.”

While reading I was faced with the core truths written on the pages and maybe more importantly between the lines. I wait for Book Two to be published, as I will need to find out where it goes from here. I invite you to read and open your heart and eyes to children around you in your life. This book has adult content.

Chapter Excerpt: Charge of an Angel

I didn’t know what to say; I was shocked. I opened my eyes to a naked female body. Sarah stood in front of me with this nest of hair hiding her privates. I just looked at it. I had no idea hair grew like that down there.

“It’s just hair, Leona. It won’t bite,” she chuckled as she covered her body with soap and water.

I was locked in position. I tried to make my body run out of the shower, but my curiosity made me stay. I tried to cover up my private parts with my tiny little washcloth. Sarah laughed at me again. It was obvious her mind was made up; she was staying in the shower.

Sarah adjusted the showerhead so that it was more forceful and balanced the hot and cold to create a perfect flow of water.

“Don’t pay me any attention; just take your shower like I’m not even here,” Sarah said as she continued splashing water all over herself.

I just stood there and looked. She had curves I had never seen before. Her body was beautiful.

I wondered how boys saw her. Did they really see her beauty or did they just want to touch her?

No sooner than I had that thought, Sarah stopped washing her body and began washing mine. I wanted to stop her, but then I didn’t want to stop her. I wanted to know why it felt better for her to wash my body than it did for me to do it.

As she covered my whole body with suds, I realized that what I felt was familiar; these were old feelings from when I was bathed by grown people. Each stroke of the washcloth wiped away tension that I didn’t know I had.

I had to admit, it was the best shower I ever had. Sarah was still a little giggly from the wine. I had never seen her so happy and beautiful before. Sarah was caught up in her own world. It just so happened I was part of the scenery.

( Continued… )

© 2017 All rights reserved.  Book excerpt reprinted by permission of the author, Linda Diane Wattley.  Do not reproduce, copy or use without the author’s written permission. This excerpt is used for promotional purposes only.

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  About the Author Linda Diane Wattley is a proud veteran of the United States Army.  She was born in Akron, Ohio and attended the University of Akron majoring in Psychology.  While attending the University she learned during a writing course she had the gift of writing. This gave her confidence to submit her first work of art which was poetry. The poem, “I Wish” appeared in the Poetry Gem of the American Poets Society.

For over twelve years she had her own religious/philosophical column in the Frost Illustrated Newspaper in Fort Wayne, Indiana, titled “The Best Will Show Themselves” where she shared her personal perspectives of spiritual insights and covered current social and religious events in her community.

Linda has appeared as a contributing writer for the online magazines including: “Faith Writers”, “The Wright Side of Me Productions”, “The Blessed Room”, “Real Life Real Faith Magazine” and “The Cheers” where she shares inspirational and thought-provoking messages to readers. She is also a contributing author of anthologies: “The Triumph of My Soul” edited by Elissa Gabriel, “This Far by Faith” with Vanessa Miller as editor and “Testify: The Praise Literary Collection Testimonials” complied by Angel M Barrino.

God has awakened her to an extremely important message to share with the world. We must become more conscious of PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder; Her work: “Soldier with a Backpack, Living and Dying Simultaneously”, has allowed Linda Diane Wattley to be a nominee for the ‘Best in Nonfiction’ during the African American Literary Awards Show in 2016. Her work continues as a voice for victims of every walk of life.  She is a registered member and speaker of RAINN, an organization supporting and encouraging victims of sexual assault.  She is available for interviews and speaking engagements.

Today she shares a very important message pertaining to our souls. “The Love and Redemption Series” is a trilogy taking readers on a soulful journey of discovering self from the inside out.  This dramatically written series is filled with spirit and a truth cutting to the core for anyone having a heart to understand the intertwining impact spirit and sex has on our lives as we grow into our unique individualities.  Before we know who we are, we must understand what we are not.  This is a work of spiritual and mental stimulation and renewal, a must to move forward. Books by Linda D. Wattley https://www.amazon.com/author/lindadianewattley

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Pearl Party Rant

This is going to be so off topic - but I feel like I have to get all these feelings out. I was invited the other night to a “Pearl Party”. The actual company that runs this old-but-made-new-again scam is Vantel Pearls, and just like Lularoe, 21 day fix, tupperwear parties, wine parties, sex toy or even the candle parties of the ‘days of yore’ - it’s about Multilevel marketing crap through a consultant, and either one of your friends got somehow suckered by a consultant into spreading the Multilevel marketing disease to you, or the person you thought was your friend is the consultant... in which case, you have crossed over from being her friend to being the target audience for her new source of income (Congrats on that).

I feel like at this point I could start my own Multilevel marketing company, because the steps to do so seem pretty simple:

Step 1: take an object that literally no one is clambering for and can pretty much be bought anywhere

Step 2: pretend like your version of the object is somehow limited edition, only available for a limited time and only exists in limited quantities

Step 3: Profit.

Am I a millionaire yet?

Anyway, I’m in my 30′s so I remember a time where these parties at least had something in it for you (the sucker friend). Back in my day, if you threw a candle party, you invited people over to your house, got them good and drunk, gave them snacks, and socialized with them whilst scamming them into buying garbage they don’t want. Now you don’t even get those considerations. Now, it’s all done on facebook. Now I have had sit alone in my own house, drink my own booze and eat my own snacks, type comments on a live video on a delay, and pay for garbage I don’t want.

Now you may be thinking “if you don’t want the garbage, don’t buy the garbage” - seems easy enough. I made the decision to partake in the pearl party for a couple reasons - one, I had never heard of a pearl party and didn’t know what it was. Two, the woman that invited me is my neighbor. We just moved to the area a couple months ago, and I want to be friends with our neighbors. This is the first thing she’s invited me to, and I want to appear to be a fun loving - cool gal to be friends with, I want to be invited to other, non-pay-to-play events down the line, so if this has to be the starting point of friendship, so be it.

So basically I read all the things on the invite and got the jist of what had to be done. First you go through the catalog and pick out (pay for) a setting. This might be a ring or necklace or whatever, it may hold one or multiple pearls. THEN you log onto facebook at a designated time, for the live show, where the consultant opens oysters chosen over the internet by people in their homes, and whatever comes out of that oyster is sent off to be paired with the setting. They tell you “the value” of the pearl, but you don’t pay for the pearl, only the setting. 

So I picked literally one of the cheapest things in the catalog at $58 - a silver pendant necklace that holds a single pearl, paid, and then waited for 8pm to arrive to start the live show to pick oysters or whatever.   8:00 comes and goes, 8:05 comes and goes, finally around 8:08 the hostess writes a note in the facebook invite that the consultant is running late. So not only is this garbage selling woman selling me garbage, she is also now wasting my time to do it. You may think I’m being to hard on her, but lateness matters. When you are asking people to give you the opportunity to essentially make a sales pitch, so that you can make money off them, be on time, just be on fucking time. I could see from her other recent videos that her last “8pm” show started at 8:14, so this is not just a one time thing, the girl is just super inconsiderate with other people’s time. ANYWAY, once the live show actual starts, she starts by showing a tray with 5 shells on it, and behind the shells were pictures of things - all Spring themed - a flower, a sun, a robin, a raincoat and a clover. You can either pick your oyster from the tray by asking for “the clover one” or you can tell her “random” and she’ll pull a random one out of an off-screen bucket for you.

While all this is happening by the way, random people are joining the live feed and keep typing “SHUCKED!” into the chat area. At first I thought that this was a weird pearl-party way of saying hello, but the consultant kept saying “awwww, thank you for shucking!” and I eventually realized that this was their stupid way of announcing that they had shared the live feed video on their facebook wall. There is apparently a drawing to win a free pearl if you ‘shuck/share’, and it’s a way to bring as many strangers into the party as possible. Dumb. I did not “shuck”.

I did actually get to pick my oyster first, however, before she would even let me pick a stupid oyster, she showed the oysters from the tray to the webcam and began describing the outsides of the shells to everyone - as in “This one has barnacle marks on it, and some sea grass!” or “This one’s cracked a little bit, and has streaks of blonde in the shell face!”. I literally have no idea why she did this. You don’t get to keep the shell, and I could see no discernible correlation between the shells and what was inside the shells.. so.. another weird time-wasting distraction. half way through her descriptions, I just picked one, and once the delay caught up, she stopped showing me shells and opened the one I picked.

“OOOOOOOOOOOO!” she said, “THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL ONE!”. They were all “beautiful” of course. She didn’t open a single shell and go “ah, this one kinda sucks, sorry hun”. After oooing and ahhhing over the pearl, she wiped it off, and pulled out what looked like a business card with holes in it “It’s not a size 6!” she chirped, moving it to the next hole on the card “It’s not a size 6 1/2!” she continued, moving it to the next hole in the card “It’s not a size 7!!!” she said with growing excitement “IT’S A SIZE 7 1/2!” she exclaimed, pushing the pearl through the appropriate sized hole in the card, before plopping it into a bowl of sand and holding it up to her webcam. “That’s a $58 dollar pearl!” - I literally have no idea how she came up with that, I assume some kind of formula that the company provides based on size+color=$, but I’m thinking that generally there’s more to appraising a pearl than that, I think clarity of reflection is actually a factor... but I digress, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that if you are interested in a real set of quality pearls, a Facebook live “pearl party” might not be the place to go.

So with my turn behind me, and my pearl safely in some kind of envelope or something to be shipped somewhere to be set, I relaxed and just watched the others for a bit picking oysters, etc. The thing that started to strike me as odd after a bit, was that there were women joining the “party” who not only seemed already very aware/comfortable with the process, but would make comments to each other like; “Tessa! what are you doing here? I thought we put each other in pearl jail!!” (I’m guessing that this means that they have bought so many pearl-items in prior live shows that they have created a buddy system to swear off spending more money on pearls?), and “I’m sitting on my hands so I don’t buy anything!!!”, and “Fine, open a pearl and I will pick out something to buy, oh it’s a white pearl? I guess I’ll buy the candle holder and give it to my daughter as a wedding present”.

Lady, you’re so addicted to gambling on some internet lady opening oysters, that you’re going to make your wedding present to your daughter a Multilevel-marketing-scheme-candle-holder-garbage-afterthought? sweet.....

Maybe most disturbing though, was the comment that came later when one said “I would buy something else if I knew I would get the color pearl I wanted”. Which was met with a chorus of “I KNOW RIGHT?!” from the other women in the chat room.

.......There is a way to get the color pearl you want.... it’s called a jewelry store.. .they’ve been around forever, and they are full of pearls that you NEVER HAD AN INTEREST IN UNTIL 30 SECONDS AGO.

What is happening? Why is this a thing? I’m so confused.

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