#“WHAT ELENA- it tastes better coming off of you ;) ”

[little-elenaarchive]

My girlfriend is weird. I just need you all to know.

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MASTER LIST #1

Here is a list of every fanfic I've written for easier access.

Link to Master List #2

TWILIGHT

Bella Swan

I've Moved On (Male Reader)

Summary: After the Volterra incident, Edward believes everything can return to normal, but what if Bella had moved on like he insisted? What if now it's her who breaks things off?

I've Moved On Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

Summary: Bella breaks things off with Edward, but it seems that the vampire can't accept her choice. Fearing for her safety, Bella is glad when m/n comes to her aid and handles Edward once and for all.

Second Chance at Love (Male Reader)

REQUEST: A new boy comes into town after Edward's departure and manages to make Bella feel better.

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Edward Cullen

You're Edward?! Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

Summary: When Bella told m/n about the weird kid in her biology class that wouldn't stop glaring at her, he took matters into his own hands. Traveling all the way to Forks, what m/n didn't anticipate was for this weird kid to be hellishly handsome and very much single.

You're Edward?! Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

You're Edward?! Pt. 3 (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n didn't know what he was doing: pulling a boy into the woods is how every horror movie starts, but M/n only wants to talk...and maybe kiss Edward senseless *but who wouldn't* ;)

Enemy (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Imprinting was supposed to be a good thing, not for you though. Fate seemed to be mocking you by having your imprint be a leech—Edward Cullen, to be more specific.

Touch Starved (Male Reader)

Summary: You were touch starved and didn't mind it. However, not everybody was fine with it. Your mate found it frustrating, especially when this distance caused rumors to swirl.

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Rosalie Hale

Ultimatum (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n Swan, now Cullen, doesn't care if he is breaking his wife's heart, but watching how his sister is dying with Rosalie encouraging it makes m/n rethink their marriage. He'll be damned if he stays silent and becomes an accomplice to this murder.

Humanity (Male Reader)

Summary: What if Rosalie had been accompanied when Royce attacked her? What if her lover got turned into a vampire, and believed it was for the best to break up with Rosalie due to his new status?

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Alice Cullen

Living for You (Male Reader)

Summary: You weren't exactly the most normal of vampires—plagued by desires to kill yourself—the one thing that held you back was your mate, Alice Cullen.

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Jacob Black

My Wolf (Dark! Jacob Black) (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Jacob killed the Cullens for you—being rejected by the boy he loved—what else would he do? But was he really the one who orchestrated all this?

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Jasper Whitlock

Not Interested (Male Reader)

Summary: You never understood the hype over the Cullen family. Sure, they were beautiful, but didn’t anyone at school have enough common sense to notice something was off? Too bad a certain empath is smitten with you and merely finds your open disdain entertaining.

Calm Down Cowboy (Male Reader)

Summary: You were a social butterfly, however, that doesn't excuse your husband's actions. However, was it really all bad if it led to him being possessive and taking charge.

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Damon Salvatore

You Call That Love (Male Reader)

Summary: Elena tries to get with Damon but soon realizes he has moved on—with m/n of all people.

Chapstick (Male Reader)

Summary: Damon believed his relationship with M/N was great, perfect even. However, when his boyfriend returns from a night out tasting like cherry chapstick, Damon's insecurities rise to the surface.

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Stefan Salvatore

Stop Talking (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You loved him and he loved you too, but his actions spoke louder than words. Tired of watching him run off to save Elena every time, you understood it would always be her.

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The Salvatore Brothers

Space for Two (Male Reader)

Summary: You met the Salvatore Brothers when they were only human, inexplicably falling for both of them.

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Klaus Mikaelson

Bet (Male Reader)

Summary: Thanks to your brothers, all you knew about the Mikaelson family was that they were dangerous and threatened your livelihood. However, when you're saved by the hybrid himself, he poses a bet to change your mind or be given insight into the cure.

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

Lestat de Lioncourt

Pain (Male Reader)

Summary: On the anniversary of his transformation, m/r can't help but remember his past, including his ex-lover and sire, Lestat de Lioncourt.

My Little Dove (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N was tired of being a prisoner. He longs to explore the world, but his sire, Lestat, has other ideas. What could be the reason behind this behavior?

Fun (Male Reader)

Summary: You found this whole thing amusing���it was Lestat who pushed for an open relationship, not you—so how was it your fault when your companion became jealous?

Sleeping Beauty (Female Reader)

REQUEST: Lestat meets Louis' sick sister.

SLASHERS

Michael Myers

My Pretty Boy (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n was a killer who used his good looks as bait to draw his victims in. Yet, you know who wasn't so keen on the idea? His boyfriend, Michael Myers.

Sorry (Male Reader)

Summary: You knew Michael would never intentionally hurt you, but accidents do happen. And how can you stay mad at your boyfriend after he tries to make it up to you?

Childhood Friends (Male Reader)

Summary: You couldn't remember your childhood, so with a plan to return to your old home in Haddonfield for clues, you never expected yourself to be tied to the boogeyman himself, Michael Myers.

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Jason Voorhees

Oh No, He's Hot! (Male Reader)

Summary: What m/n believed would be a rather simple job has him encountering a masked murderer named Jason. But, oh no, why does m/n feel weirdly attracted to the dominant man?

Social Recluse (Male Reader)

Summary: Even if you accepted Jason and his 'hobby', he understood you didn't like interacting with people. Staying hidden in your cabin, luck isn't on your side when a camp counselor stumbles inside.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Why? Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

Summary: M/n Prescott was a straight-A student, popular, good-looking, and kind. So why was he holding a gun and aiming it towards his sister? What was his motive?

Why? Pt. 2 (Male Reader)

REQUEST: where evil bro and Ghostface get away with the murders

Can't Handle It? (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N didn't know what the big deal was. Why Billy and Stu were angry at him for making out with some girl when they were doing the same with Sidney and Tatum.

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Will Graham

I Hate You (Male Reader)

Summary: Perhaps Hannibal Lecter was right. The darkness inside him was meant to be released, so why does it hurt when that acceptance isn't displayed by M/N, the person who he'd come to care for?

Monster in the Making (Male Reader)

Summary: The Lecter siblings were obsessed with Will Graham but for entirely different reasons. While Hannibal wanted to deconstruct the puzzle that was the detective, M/N wanted Will to be his.

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Hannibal Lecter

You Can't Outrun Fate (Male Reader)

Summary: When M/N feels that Hannibal is losing interest in him, favoring being in Will Graham's presence, he flees. It takes a year or more but Hannibal returns, and won't let M/N leave again.

Always, Forever (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N wanted this nightmare to end—he regretted ever meeting Hannibal Lecter, accepting his friendship, and more painfully, allowing the doctor into the darkest dwellings of his mind. Where M/N and Hannibal face each other during the Mizumono episode.

Protect (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You didn't care if people were against your relationship with Hannibal, calling you all names under the sun for managing to 'bewitch' one of Baltimore's highest socialites, but Hannibal was a different story.

Pretend (Male Reader)

Summary: You faked being attracted to Alana to gain insight into the FBI, never knowing that it would set off your boyfriend's possessiveness.

Nothing Can Bring Me Back (Hannibal/Lucas) (Male Reader)

Summary: Hannibal was indeed a person suit, but also a safety net to a man who'd lost everything: his child, his lover...his future.

Secretary (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Hannibal told Crawford that his secretary was 'pre-dispositioned by romantic whims' and traveled to the United Kingdom. However, it's rarely as simple as that.

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Joe Goldberg

Hello (Male Reader)

Summary: A new customer has entered the bookstore and, unsurprisingly, caught the attention of Joe Goldberg. After his disappointment with Beck, can M/N be his one true love?

Obsessed (Male Reader) (SMUT)

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand—fun with a cute guy you found in the club, but this was Joe we're talking about. Once he'd tasted you, he couldn't get enough.

THE AVENGERS

Steve Rogers

Talk It Out (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Being related to the genius Tony Stark had many benefits, but being stuck in an argument between him and your fiance, Steve Rogers, was never anticipated.

We Belong Together (Dark! Steve Rogers) (Male Reader)

Summary: Dating Steve Rogers was more difficult than you'd imagined. He was a man riddled with insecurities and, unfortunately, this affected your relationship.

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Natasha Romanoff

Fue Un Placer Conocerte (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: Dating an assassin, especially the Black Widow, was bound to have problems. You accepted that since the beginning, however, you can't help but feel that Natasha didn't love you. That, to her, this relationship was nothing more than a nuisance.

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Tony Stark

Numb (Gender Neutral Reader)

Summary: You didn't understand Tony's decision; he'd left you with a gaping hold in your heart. It was easy to feel anger and resentment, but was it really a surprise how things ended?

TIM BURTON

Edward Scissorhands

I'm Staying with You (Male Reader)

Summary: M/N remembers the day he met the shy, cute boy with scissors for hands. After all, his mother brought him into their home and slowly integrated him into their community. So when things go south, it is M/N who decides to run away with him.

Kisses (Gender Neutral Reader)

REQUEST: Edward reacting to you kissing him and possibly making out.

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The Mad Hatter

You're Not Crazy Pt. 1 (Male Reader)

REQUEST: Something with the Mad Hatter and male reader

You're Not Crazy Pt.2 (Male Reader)

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Enoch O'Connor

Replacement (Male reader)

Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.

PJO

Nico Di Angelo

Sword Fighting (Son of Aphrodite)

Summary: You were a likable asshole���everything not associated with Aphrodite. You were devilishly handsome but with a temper of Zeus himself. It was as if you were a byproduct of Aphrodite and Ares. Unsurprisingly, you catch the eyes of many, but more so, the son of Hades, Nico Di Angelo.

Sword Fighting Pt. 2

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“This is honestly pathetic.” Stefan's voice rang through the room. He followed the smell of blood all the way up to his room, only to find Y/N guzzling on blood bags for the hospital.

Y/N had blood bags scattered all over the floor and Y/N was currently sucking on another one as his face was morphed into one of pure bliss. The taste of stored blood was heavy on his tongue. When he heard Stefan's voice, he turned and snarled.

“Get out of here, Stefan.”

“Or what? You'll hurt me?” Stefan asked with a smirk. “You're still a baby vampire compared to me. You can drink the hospital dry of blood bags, but at the end of the day, I'll still kick your ass.”

“What do you want, Stefan? Leave me alone.” Y/N said. Stefan could detect a broken plea in Y/N's voice. He wasn't handling this well. His hands were shaky, pupils were dilated and his clothes were covered in blood. He was like a junkie who couldn't keep it together. It was honestly a sight to behold. Usually it was Stefan with the control issues, but after Elena broke his heart and hooked up with his brother; Stefan's never felt better after turning off his humanity.

“I wanna help you. Teach you to control your hunger.” Stefan said, walking towards Y/N, kneeling down and stroking his cheeks softly. “Had me two tonight. Guy and a girl. It was so easy. Gave them flirty glances and they were like worms on a hook.” Stefan's voice was lower and huskier with each word that came out of his mouth. “Back of my car. Slipped my fingers inside her wet folds and she was moaning, grabbing my hair and shit.”

Y/N remained quiet, but Stefan wasn't finished just yet. He would break Y/N, and it wouldn't be hard to do. He was already gone.

“Took the guy into my mouth, and sucked him down all the way to the root. Bobbed my head up and down until he filled my mouth with his creamy load.” Stefan whispered in Y/N's ear, watching the younger vampire shiver with excitement. The older vampire could smell Y/N's arousal. He was liking this story.

Stefan smiled cruelly. “Then I took them. Right then and there in the backseat. Sucked them dry of their blood, and it tasted so primal, that I can still feel it on my fucking tongue. Wanna taste?”

It was evident that Y/N was aroused, and Stefan knew that he was aroused because new vampires were always horny; Stefan certainly was when he became a vampire. He was being an asshole. A jerk. He was basically Damon, but with better hair. And yeah, this might have been a small revenge on Elena for what she did to Stefan, so in return; he turned her brother into his sex toy.

The older vampire held out his wrists invitingly. Y/N looked at him and snarled. “Fuck you!” Stefan smirks. “Oh, you want that too? Little bit fast for me on the first date, but I'm flexible.” He jokes.

“I'm warning you, Stefan. Go away and leave me alone, or you'll be sorry.” Y/N warned, but there was a slight whimper in his tone. He was losing control. Bit by bit, Stefan was making him come undone by his dirty words alone.

“Maybe I want you to make me very sorry. Maybe I want you to hold me down, and fuck me into the floor until it breaks.” Stefan said in a lustful voice. “Or maybe… you'll let me fuck you for hours on end. In every position and surface imaginable, while you moan like a cheap whore for me as I pound your tight ass and slutty mouth.”

Y/N pounced on Stefan. Pinned the older vampire to the ground, face twisted in fury and anger, but also lust and desire. His eyes were bloodshot and his fangs were out. They both knew Stefan was strong enough to push Y/N off him. Stefan was older and stronger than him and as the ripper… Y/N stood no chance of winning an actual fight, but this was something else entirely. 

Stefan smirks as he reaches out and grabs the back of Y/N's head and pulls him down for a kiss. Unlike the soft and sweet kisses Stefan used to give Elena when they were together; this kiss was different. It was rough and dirty and full of unbridled vampire lust.

Y/N moans in protest when Stefan pulls away from his lips and holds up his wrist. You want it? They're still warm in my blood. Take it.”

Y/N bit down immediately, no reservations, groaning deep and needy as teeth penetrated and blood began to flow. Stefan gasped,cock instantly getting hard as the younger vampire sucked him off. So to speak.

“That's it. Good boy.” Stefan praised, running his fingers through Y/N's hair as he greedily drank from Stefan. It was so hot watching Y/N so wrung out and desperate for it. Stefan might have to fuck him after he's had his fill of blood.

It was a flash of quick hands; Stefan had both their cocks out and was stroking them fast and hard. Y/N moans around Stefan's wrist as the older vampire was quickly bringing him to a quick orgasm. “Oh, fuck!”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Like me stroking your hard cock?” Stefan grunts out.

“Please?” Y/N begs, blood dripping down his mouth. Stefan smirks as he speeds up the process, using vampire speed to really get Y/N off. The younger vampire shivered and moaned for Stefan.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please make me cum.”

Stefan grins. He won. Y/N was now his to play with and torture. Fuck Elena. “Cum for me. You can be a good boy and cum for me can't you?”

Y/N groans and moans as he shot his load all over Stefan's pants and shirt, row and row of cum covering his clothes in their sticky fluid. Stefan came after, painting Y/N's jeans white as he leaned upward and kissed him feverishly, biting down hard on his lips even to draw blood as it was a bloody kiss. Literally.

Stefan looks up at the younger vampire and chuckles. “You're mine now.” He kissed him again.

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Better Days ~ Chapter Twenty

A/N: If you or a loved one is in crisis, or experiencing suicidal thoughts or suicidal ideation, help is available 24/7/365. Call or text the Suicide Crisis Lifeline at 988 or visit their website at www.988lifeline.org. 

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: Attempted suicide, family drama

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.7k

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It was a miracle he didn't crash into anyone or anything as Frerin ignored pretty much every traffic law in existence in his haste to get to Sidleburg Memorial. All Toni would tell him was that Jake had tried hurt himself. No details. No assurance that he was all right. Just that they were in the ER and he needed to be there. No shit he needed to be there. Christ, did she think he wouldn’t be there in a heartbeat? 

He whipped into the parking deck and swung into the first empty space, then leaped out of the care and sprinted toward the revolving door leading into the Emergency Department.

Bonnie, the ER receptionist smiled from behind her plexiglas window. “Dr. Durin? I thought you went home.”

“I did. My ex-wife called. She’s here with our son.”

“What?” Bonnie hit the button to make the ER doors swing open. “Come on in.”

He rushed past the triage area, to the desk. “Ashley, where is Jacob Durin?”

Ashley looked up. “I thought you were off, Dr. D?”

“I am off,” he fought to keep the impatience from his voice, “so tell me where my son is.”

“Wait, he’s your Jake?”

“Ashley!”

“Sorry, Dr. D. They’re in Exam Two, but I think Morris might have come down already.”

“Thank you.” He rushed down the hallway and around the corner and paused just outside the door to Exam Two. The narrow bed was empty, but Toni stood beside it as if Jake was still in it. Frerin’s gut roiled like mad and he wasn't entirely certain he wasn’t going to be sick. A sour taste flooded his mouth. His heart hammered his ribs so hard, he thought he might actually pass out. 

Then he swallowed hard as he tugged open the door and stepped into the room. “What happened?”

Toni spun about, her eyes red and swollen. “I—I don't know. I called the kids down to breakfast and Maura and Flynn came down, but Jake didn't and—and I thought he was still sleeping so I went to roust him out of bed and he—”

“He what?” Frerin closed the space between them and caught her by the shoulders. “What had he done, Toni?”

“He wasn’t in his room, but was in the bathroom and he’d gotten Tim’s razor or maybe it was Flynn or even Maura’s, I don't know. But he had it and—and there was just blood everywhere… all over him… the floor… the toilet… And I—I just scooped him up and ran to my car and…”

Frerin’s blood ran like ice in his veins. “What?”

“I know. The doctor said he was… he was lucky.” Toni’s bottom lip trembled and her eyes grew shiny. “She stitched him up, but now he’s talking to another doctor and Tim said he’d keep an eye on Maura and Flynn, but you know them and they don’t like him and they just wanted to be here and I—”

She clamped her lips together to stop the flow of words and without thinking, he drew her into his embrace as she dissolved into tears, pressing her face against his chest. “Which doc did he see?”

“A young one. Dr. Andrews?”

“Yeah, she’s an intern. Just started in July. Who is he with now?”

“A Dr. Mazzetti, I think he’d said.”

“Dave Mazzetti?”

“I don't know, Frerin. They’re all the same to me.”

“Okay. Yeah, Dave’s good… Jake’s in good hands. Where’s Tim?”

“He’s home. With the kids. I just told you.”

“Right? Sorry. I was on until seven this morning, pulled a double. My thoughts are a little muddy right now.”

“Where were you?”

“What?”

“I called the house first and you didn't answer.” She pulled away to stare up at him. “So, where were you?”

“I was out.”

“After pulling a double?”

“Toni, I’m not doing this. Not now.”

“What’s her name?”

“Don’t you worry about it. We’re not married any more, remember?” He stepped back. “Jake’s probably up on Five. They’re going to admit him, Toni. At least a seventy-two hour hold if they have a bed. If not, they’ll have us take him somewhere else for an evaluation, but he’s going to be hospitalized. For a while. I’m going to go find out.”

“And am I supposed to just wait here?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Frerin, you are not just—”

“I’m not what, Toni? I’m not going to find out what happened to our son? Just stay here and I’ll be back—”

“No. I will not just stay here.”

“Toni,” he rubbed his forehead with one hand, “I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Just, please, let me—” 

“Stop being a damn doctor and just be his father!”

“I am being his father!” Frerin winced as his voice echoed around them and bounced out into the hallway, where several people actually stopped to look into the room. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rising fury. “I just want to talk to his doc, is all.”

“He will be done when he’s done and he said he’d come down and talk to us.” Toni shook her head. “Don’t run away and hide behind that damn lab coat.”

“Hide? Who’s hiding? I just—I just want to know what happened, is all.”

“I told you what happened.”

He sighed softly. “Toni, something else had to have happened. He was fine when you picked him up and now he’s in the ER, looking at a psych hold for a suicide attempt. So, what happened?”

“Are you blaming me?”

His first instinct was to shake her, to shake her and remind her that it wasn't about her, but since that would just lead to a shouting match, he took the high road. Drawing a deep breath, he pressed his fingers to his forehead, then exhaled slowly before saying, “No, I’m not. But I want to know what triggered him to hurt himself. That’s all.”

Toni’s shoulders slumped and a low, heavy sigh leaked through her teeth. “I don’t know, Frerin. I was getting breakfast out, like I said. Flynn came down. Maura came down and I went to get Jake, just like I said.”

“Did anything happen last night?”

Toni swiped at her eyes and slowly replied, “He and Tim were butting heads over a video game. He told Tim that Tim couldn't tell him what to do, and Tim sent him to his room after confiscating his Switch.”

“What game?”

“Breath of the Wild.”Toni rubbed her eyes. “It was such a stupid argument, Frerin, but Jake was giving him attitude the entire time he’s been with us and Tim just had enough.”

“Tim had enough. Over a video game that you and I have no problem with him playing?”

“I tried to tell Tim, but he was angry and Jake was angry and then it just got out of hand.”

“Out of hand.” Frerin snorted as he shook his head. “Tim overstepped, Toni. He overstepped and now here we are. And what the fuck was he thinking? He’s not that boy’s father. I am.” 

“I know, and Tim knows and—”

“Toni?”

Frerin and Toni looked up at the same time as Tim, AKA the Skeeze, poked his head into the room. Frerin’s gut twisted sharply as he said, “What are you doing here?”

“How is Jake doing?” Tim directed this at Toni.

“I asked you what the hell you are doing here,” Frerin replied, stepping between Tim and Toni. “You’ve got no business being here.”

Toni’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Frerin, don’t do this.” 

“Don't do this?” Frerin shook her hand from him and whipped about to face her. “He’s the reason Jake is with Mazzetti right now and I don’t want him near my son again.”

“He is my son, too, Frerin, and you need to remember that.”

“I need to—are you fucking kidding me? He needs to stay the fuck away from—”

“Mrs. Durin? Oh, Frerin, I’m glad you’re here as well.”

Frerin whipped about at the sound of Dave Mazzetti’s voice and a sour taste flooded his mouth as he said, “How is Jake?”

Toni’s hand tightened on his upper arm. “Can I see him?”

“In a bit, yes. I called in a colleague, Dr. Dao to consult and—” Mazzetti looked over at Tim. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” 

“He’s leaving,” Frerin replied.

“The hell I am.”

“Toni, I mean it, get him the hell out of here,” Frerin growled without taking his eyes off Tim. 

“Tim, please… just… just go…”

“Toni, wait—”

“Tim, just… please go.”

“Fine.” 

Mazzetti waited for him to slam his way out of the exam room, then turned back to them. “Jake’s laceration required about six stitches and aside from a small scar, he should have no long term trouble with his hand. He and I had a long talk, and he had a long talk with Dr. Dao and we’re in agreement that Jake be transferred to Wakeman for inpatient services, since we have no open beds.”

“For how long?” Toni asked.

“I can’t answer that, Mrs. Durin.” Dave looked at her, shaking his head. “They will evaluate him and assess his status and recommend a course of treatment for him that will give an idea of how long he will be hospitalized for. I’d say at least a week, possibly longer.” He looked from Toni to Frerin. “I’ll take you up to him. He was asking for you, Frerin.”

Frerin swallowed hard against the sudden lump in his throat. “Then let’s go.”

Toni slid her hand into his. “I’m coming with you.”

“Of course you are,” Frerin told her softly. “You’re his mother. But I don't want Tim anywhere near him.”

“Frerin—”

“Not within fifty yards, Toni. I mean it.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to argue with him over it, but then she surprised him by nodding. “Okay.”

“Let’s go up and you can see him,” Mazzetti said, pulling the door open. 

They stepped out just as Flynn and Maura hurried toward them, flying by Tim, who stood there just staring at all of them.

“How’s Jake? Where is he? Is he okay?” Maura’s questions stopped as she ran out of breath and she just flung herself at Frerin, who caught her easily. 

“He’s going to be fine in time,” he said as Maura wrapped her arms about his neck and clung to him the way she did when she was a little girl and had had a nightmare. “We’re going up to see him, so why don't you and Flynn go find the cafeteria and get something to eat and I’ll come find you when we’re ready to go.”

“Can’t we see him?” Flynn asked.

“Not right now,” Toni said softly, shaking her head. “We have to get him settled somewhere else first and then you’ll be able to.”

“Where is he going?”

Flynn scowled at Tim’s question. “Like you care. You did this, you tool. You know that, right? This is all your fault.”

“Now, wait just a minute—” Tim began.

But Flynn was having none of it, and since he was almost as tall as Frerin, he towered over Tim. “No, you did this, trying to prove you’re some tough guy or I don't even know. You just couldn’t let it go, could you? He was allowed to play that damn game and you know it but that wasn’t good enough for you. And now we’re here and… and… just… fuck you, okay? Fuck you.”

“Flynn!” Toni grabbed him by his arm to pull him away from Tim. “This is not the time or the place.”

Although he inwardly cheered Flynn on, Frerin knew outwardly he had to at least make it look as if Flynn’s words troubled him. “Your mother’s right. Tim, do us all a favor and just go home. Toni will let you know what’s going when we know.”

For a moment, he thought Tim was going to argue with him, but then Tim just shook his head. “You do that,” he said, then turned and strode down the hallway.

Maura lifted her head from Frerin’s chest. “Good riddance, Skeeze.”

“Maura, please,” Toni sighed, rubbing her forehead once more. “Not now.”

“Mom,” she pulled out of his arms, “he’s a jerk. You have to know that by now.”

“Enough, love,” Frerin told her as Mazzetti started down toward the elevators. “Go and get something to eat and we’ll come find you, like I said.”

“Come on, Maur.” Flynn gestured for her to follow him. “Dad, let us know as soon as possible, okay?”

“Promise.” 

Flynn and Maura started down the hallway and as soon as they were out of earshot, Toni said, “They don't like Tim much.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

That earned him a look. “Really, Frer.”

“What?” He let his hand come to rest at the small of her back to steer her toward the elevators, where Mazzetti was waiting for them. “I know they don't like him, Toni.”

“I wonder why.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn't hold back his laugh. “Toni, if you think I’m the reason they don't like him, guess again.”

“So you expect me to believe you’ve never badmouthed him?”

“Why would I? He’s not the reason we broke up. I think he’s a dweeb, but that’s about the extent of it.”

“A dweeb?”

“Yeah. He’s a dweeb.” He shrugged as the elevator doors slid open and Mezzetti grinned at them over his shoulder. “He is.”

Toni sighed. “Frerin, really? Here?”

“I heard nothing,” Mazzetti said, shaking his head head.

They all stepped into the car and Frerin tried to ignore the fluttering in his gut as the car began moving. He didn't know how many times he’d dealt with this same situation, but it was far different being on this end than it was being the physician treating the kid. This was… surreal… and he did not like it one bit. 

Elena tried not to worry, tried not to fixate on how much time had passed since Frerin bolted from her apartment, but that was impossible. She couldn't imagine being in Frerin’s shoes, getting that same phone call in regards to Alyssa. Frerin had to be terrified and worried and she wished she had gone with him. 

It was nearly four when her phone rang and her heart stopped briefly when she saw Frerin’s number on the screen. It resumed hammering at her ribs as she hit accept. “How is your son?”

“He’s… we’re at Wakeman now. They’ve admitted Jake for at least the next seven days.”

“But how is he? How are you and your ex-wife?”

“He tried to cut his wrist with a razor blade and it took six stitches to close it. Physically, he’ll be fine but…”

His voice trailed off and she didn’t push him, but waited for him to continue. When the silence stretched between them, she cleared her throat. “Would you like me to come sit with you?”

“No. You don't have to.” Exhaustion wove into his voice. “I’m just going to go home and get some sleep.”

“Frerin, it’s no—”

“Elena, really, it’s better if you don’t. I don't know how much longer I’m going to be here and I’ll have Flynn and Maura to take home, so it’s not a good idea.”

“Oh, yeah… no, of course not,” she replied, the heat of idiocy swirling through her. Of course he wouldn’t want her there. She wasn't family and Toni needed him more than she did at the moment. The last thing either of them wanted or needed was her pushing her way into their trauma. 

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be around until four, then I have to go and retrieve Alyssa from the airport.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He hesitated, then said, “Bye, Lena.”

She pressed her lips together as he clicked off and she sat there for a long time, the phone in her lap. She didn't know quite what to think or to do, and while her instinct was to drive out to Wakeman Hospital, she tamped it down. Frerin neither wanted nor needed her there. She was the outsider and needed to remember that. While she felt as if she knew his children, just from the way he’d spoken of them, they had no idea she even existed and the worst thing she could do right now was push herself into their situation as if she belonged there.

So, with that, she set the phone on the charging mat, rose from the sofa, turned off the light, and padded into her bedroom.

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[thatfanficstuff]

a writing request for Caroline Forbes, if you write f/f?

As mentioned previously, I have a soft spot for sassy blondes and that list would not be complete without Caroline Forbes. She is one of my favorites. It took me a minute to figure out what I wanted to write, but here you go. Thank you so much for the request!

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Treat You Right

Pairing: Caroline Forbes x Reader

~~~

You sat at the edge of the living room in the Salvatore boarding house. As usual, your friends were bickering and you were trying to stay out of it.

"Nobody asked you, blondie," Damon snapped at Caroline cutting off what she was about to say.

Your favorite blonde's shoulders slumped as she sort of folded in on herself. No. That wasn't happening.

You stood from your chair drawing the attention of most of the room. The benefit of rarely getting involved, is when you did, they listened.

"Don't talk to her like that, Salvatore." Your voice was firm but even you had to admit, you didn't sound very threatening.

Damon rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. I'm not going to be nice just because you have a crush on her."

Heat flooded your cheeks as you kept your gaze from glancing at the woman in question. You didn't like being exposed but you weren't going to deny it. Caroline deserved more than that.

You stomped over to him and shoved against his chest. "Listen here, asshole. You're going to be nice to her because she's the sweetest person here. She cares about everyone and takes care of them and she put up with more of your shit than any one person should have to."

You ignored the anger in his eyes and shoved him again. "You used her and abused her just to prove a point with Elena. She should have staked you when she remembered everything you put her through. But she didn't. For Elena. She kept her mouth shut when Elena started flirting with your ass. That's the kind of friend she is.

"And what does she get in return? Friends that lecture her and treat her like shit when she turns. A supposed best friend that dates the guy that practically raped her and we're just all supposed to be okay with that. You drag her into your shit and when she tries to help, you tell her to shut up. I'm only here for her and we're leaving."

You turned to Caroline to find her watching you with wide eyes. You swallowed your nerves and held out a hand. "Come on, Care. We've got better things to do than saving the damsel yet again. She needs to get her shit together."

"Hey," Elena whined but you ignored it as per usual.

Caroline gave you a beautiful smile and let you pull her to her feet. Instead of releasing your hand, she intwined her fingers with yours. Everyone in the room was quiet as the two of you left.

Once you were outside, she tugged you to a stop and turned to face you. "Did you mean it?"

You rubbed a finger across the bridge of your nose and gave her a little shrug. "They don't treat you right. I don't like it."

She smiled again. "And you? Will you treat me right?"

"I'd be honored."

Her lips found yours and your eyes slipped closed as you relished in the softness, the taste of the girl you'd been crazy about since fifth grade.

It was perfect.

[carnivorousyandeere]

A Taste of Pain (Elena)

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: smut, somnophilia, periods/menstruation, period sex, oral, blood, blood drinking, light sadism

Info: afab gender-neutral reader, bottom reader, sub reader

Elena likes to pretend to sleep, especially when you’re next to her. She’s one of the many vampires who cannot sleep more deeply than a light doze, who can no longer dream after her transformation.

None of this bothers her. After all, she has you at her side. She’s content to simply doze next to you, or lay at your side while you dream, imagining what you must be seeing under those fluttering eyelids.

She’s cuddled up near you, dozing as she does, when the faint smell of blood drags her from that hazy grey rest. Elena groans quietly, stretching like a cat, hoping not to wake you suddenly. This isn’t the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last— it’s one of those unfortunate human occurrences of yours: your time of the month.

You frown in your sleep, hand twitching. Under the scent of your blood, Elena catches that sour tang of pain. Elena breathes it in deeply, mouth beginning to water.

Elena carefully lifts the sheets off you, dragging your shorts and underwear off and sucks as much of the the already-drying blood from them as she can. You shiver from the lack of cover. Elena stills, waiting for you to settle back, before tossing your clothes to the floor next to the bed and gently prying your legs just a little further apart.

Elena is captivated by you like this. Even in your sleep, you’re so alive, so warm, so human. Your pulse hums under her fingertips. She runs her hands up, spreading you open. Elena has to bite her lip to keep from groaning out loud at the sight and smell of your coppery blood staining your lips.

She leans in, gently licking away the blood that stains your skin, pausing every so often to lap up fresh gushes of it as they pour from you. Elena knows making you cum would help you feel better, but selfishly, she wants to keep you asleep and drink as much from you as she can before you wake. The taste of your pain is just too good to pass up.

Even still, the sensations are too strong for you to remain in your dreams. You come to slowly, throbs of pleasure mixing uncomfortably with cramps and aching. You meet Elena’s eyes, but can’t hold her gaze, trying to curl up into yourself. “Nnnh— hnnn, h-hurts, E-Elena, please, I can’t—“

Her grip tightens around your shaking thighs, lips moving up to your clit and sucking harshly at the bud. Your half-hearted protests fade into a pain-pleasured whine dragging low in the back of your throat.

Satisfied that you’re done talking for a little bit, Elena pulls back. Her eyes are deep and dark in the low light of your bedroom, almost as red as the blood staining her cocky grin. “Relax for me, mi amor. I’ll make you feel better.”

She nips at your thigh, enjoying the way the sharper, small pain makes you flinch. It distracts you for a moment from the deeper, dull ache of your cramps. You nod as best you can, overwhelmed, reaching down and tangling your fingers into her hair to ground yourself as she leans back in.

Your sweet, heavy pleasure slowly mixes with the sourness of the pain. It’s intoxicating. Elena can’t get enough— she almost regrets not waking you sooner.

[notlostgnome]

A Discovery for Baldwin (Baldwin Montclair x OC)

Summary: After having her confidence shaken by meeting one of Baldwin's vampire exes, his current human lover tries to surprise him when he comes home one night. It doesn't quite go to plan.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Some slightly steamy sexual content

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Notes:

This is a stand alone except taken from a larger WIP I'm working on. I just couldn't resist getting it out there.

OC is Miranda Reynolds, a 30ish-year-old human who works for London-based Montclair Wealth Management and is secretly involved with Baldwin Montclair.

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The harrowing encounter with Baldwin's ex Elena Villerreal and its fallout weighed heavily on my mind for several days, despite our best efforts to return to normal.

She had been beautiful. Of course.

Tall, lithe, stunningly gorgeous. Like a runway model. If that runway model happened to be immortal and possess enhanced otherworldly beauty. 

I felt like an absolute frump by comparison.

I took care with my wardrobe and personal appearance. Living in London and working in finance required a certain standard of dress, and I was no stranger to Oxford Street. My closet was full of stylish, yet sensible workwear and gorgeous cocktail dresses for events. 

But I was not built like a runway model. I could not have pulled off the sleek couture slip dress Elena Villarreal wore like it was made just for her. Which it probably was.

Elena Villarreal was also a vampire. Baldwin only fessed up to her being an ex-girlfriend from a few centuries ago - he did not elaborate on how long they were together. I had no clue how long vampires ‘dated’ or if that was even the correct term. It stood to reason they could have been together for years, decades, or even longer.

And that bothered me. What did two vampires get up to for all that time?

Baldwin was an exceptional lover. He knew what I liked almost better than I did, which was something I was not used to. My own past romances were short lived and the sex usually subpar. Even more subpar now that I had ‘out of this world’ to compare it to. Baldwin never hinted he was unhappy when it came to the bedroom, but I had my doubts. 

How could I compete with centuries worth of nonhuman sexual experience?

Rattled and more than a little insecure, I felt the need to reassure myself that I held at least a little power in that arena.

That’s how I found myself in a lingerie store on Bond Street on my lunch break in the middle of the week. Baldwin was at meetings in Westminster all day, so he wouldn’t know I’d slipped out for lunch. 

I walked past the everyday bras and knickers at the front of the shop to the back where the lingerie sets were displayed. As I cast my eyes over the headless mannequins wearing lacy negligees, satin garter belts, and all manner of intimidating strappy garments, I was more than a little overwhelmed. Sure, I had my share of matching bra and panty sets, but this was new territory. I’d never dressed up to seduce a man before. It did not help that said man was 2000 years old.

A shop assistant close to my age appeared at my side with a reassuring smile. Her name tag identified her as Natalie. She seemed to sense my apprehension.

“Can I help you?" Natalie asked. "Looking for anything in particular?”

I couldn’t back out now.

“Ah, yes,” I said slowly, ogling a sheer lace crotchless teddy with discomfort. “I want to find something to surprise my boyfriend.” The word ‘boyfriend’ sounded exceptionally juvenile when speaking of an ancient vampire. I wasn’t even sure if that was what our relationship was.

Natalie smiled more warmly. “Of course! What do you have in mind?”

The problem was I didn’t know exactly, and most of what was on display was not my taste at all. I bleakly wondered what Baldwin’s tastes were.

Bless her heart, Natalie the shop assistant took me under her wing. Without even trying anything on, we quickly eliminated everything I was uncomfortable with and narrowed down a style that I felt I could pull off without feeling ridiculous. Once I settled on a corset with matching high cut panty, Natalie went to work, bringing me arm loads of options.

Next was a matter of material and color choice, so we worked through the rack in order. I decided satin made me feel the most sexy, so the leather and mesh and velvet were taken away. Given my work wardrobe was mostly charcoal and black paired with darker colors, I decided a a rich jewel tone was what I wanted. A ruby red corset with black lacy trim had the desired effect, although I wondered if red was a little too on the nose when seducing a vampire. 

Natalie recommended throwing in a black satin kimono robe to top it off, and I happily followed her advice. She was the expert after all. 

When she rang it up, the total made me grimace. It was far more than I’d hoped to spend. But Baldwin had expensive tastes, and if I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right.

“You’re going to give the man a heart attack when he sees you, doll,” Natalie reassured me, as I sighed and handed over my credit card. “You looked amazing. God, I wish I had your figure!”

I just smiled and murmured ‘thank you’ as I collected my bag. Baldwin may not be capable of a heart attack, but I certainly hoped he liked it.

***

After work, I hurried to Baldwin’s house in Mayfair. I usually spent at least one week night at his, as well as the whole weekend. He’d already texted to say he’d been held up at Westminster and wouldn’t be home until late. What my ancient vampire partner was doing at the seat of government was not something I questioned too closely. I had a feeling I may not like the answer, even if he would tell me.

Alain greeted me at the door before I even had a chance to knock. He told me Baldwin had already asked him to make me dinner since I’d be alone. 

After dinner, I sequestered myself upstairs in the master bedroom, taking the time to meticulously shave my legs, underarms, and bikini area. I styled my hair in a loose, tousled tumble that I hoped looked sexy. I even touched up my makeup a bit, adding a red lip stain.

Finally, I wiggled my way into the satin corset and matching panties, making the necessary adjustments for the desired effect. Taking stock in the walk-in wardrobe’s full length mirror, I may not have been as effortlessly stunning as Elena Villarreal, but I had to admit the effect was better than I expected. With my breasts and hips accentuated by the corset and my high cut panties showing a tantalizing cheeky peek of my ass, I felt like enough of a goddess to seduce a vampire.

Now, it was time to wait.

I shrugged on the black satin robe and arranged myself on the bed with my toes tucked under the duvet, before checking my phone. It was already 9:00pm, but no new messages from Baldwin. I figured he’d text when he was on his way home.

After about 15 minutes, I stopped sitting and thinking sexy thoughts to myself and cracked open my book on the nightstand.

Thirty minutes later, I tucked the rest of me under the duvet to keep warm and continued reading, although I could feel my eyes growing heavy.

Fifteen minutes after that, I decided to just rest my eyes a little.

***

When I opened them again, the sky outside was already turning grey. I lifted my head - no sign of Baldwin anywhere. He would often just lay beside me or sit in one of the chairs by the fireplace until I woke up. The bedroom door was open just a crack, so he must have been in at some point. 

I checked my phone. There was a text from him around midnight saying he was on his way. It was now 6:30am. The time I usually got up for work.

My head fell back on the pillow. All that effort and nerves for nothing.

I lifted my head again and said only slightly louder than necessary, “Baldwin?” I’d learned there was no need to yell in a vampire’s house. He would hear me even if I whispered. 

Baldwin was there in a flash, easing himself down to sit on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face.

“You didn’t come home,” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he apologized, leaning over to give me a soft kiss. “I was held up. Bloody useless MPs.”

I sighed. “That’s okay.” I went to rub my eye but then realized I never removed my makeup the night before. I’d give myself one hell of a raccoon eye if I rubbed my mascara. I needed to get into the shower.

Baldwin moved my book from where it had spent the night on my pillow to the nightstand. “I see you used your time well,” he noted my progress on my book.

I just hummed and pushed at him to move. “I need to get ready for work,” I yawned, still groggy. 

Baldwin stood up so I could throw the covers back. I kicked my legs to the floor and closed my eyes as I stretched my arms above my head and rose all the way up to my tip toes. 

“What. Is. That?!” His deep voice was gruff and full of shock.

I bounced back down to my heels and opened my eyes to see Baldwin’s wide eyed gaze transfixed on my body.

Belatedly, I remembered what I was wearing. I flushed with embarrassment and hastily tried to pull the black satin robe closed. What seemed like a good idea under cover of darkness now felt utterly foolish in the brightening light of day.

“It was a surprise,” I mumbled, fumbling for the belt of the robe so I could tie it.

Baldwin’s hands shot out to still my efforts. He stepped forward and slowly peeled back the opening of the robe. I bit my lip and shifted self-consciously.

Unmasked desire spread across Baldwin’s features as he scrutinized what I was wearing. He slowly traced a finger from my shoulder down along the slim strap to the top of the corset, the barest ice cold touch skimming the boosted swell of my breast until he came to the center of the sweetheart neck line. I shivered.

With a low growl in the back of his throat, he yanked me to him and captured my lips in a demanding kiss. His hands pawed at me under the robe, like he couldn’t make up his mind on where to touch first.

I hummed happily into his mouth, letting him mold my body to his. It was not a bad way to start the day.

Still, I could not let myself get carried away. When he broke his hold on my lips to begin trailing cool kisses along my jaw to my neck, I tilted my head to the side and reminded him, “Baldwin, I have to get ready for work.”

“No,” he grunted resolutely against my neck. 

I speared a hand through his copper hair and pulled so he would lift his head to look at me. His pupils were more dilated than usual, completely blown and his expression bordered on feral. I schooled my features to be chastising. “If I don’t get to it, I’ll be late,” I said sternly.

His eyes narrowed. “You’re going to be late,” he declared in his most authoritative voice.

His large hands grasped my ass so he could toss me on the bed. I landed with a small surprised yelp. Then he all but pounced on me.

***

An hour later, Baldwin was spooned behind me, peppering light kisses along my shoulder. I was completely disheveled and a little sore, but basking in his affection.

“That thing was rather expensive, you know” I complained. The robe survived, but the corset and panties were now lying in shreds about the bedroom.

Baldwin nuzzled my neck. “I will give you an expense account so you can buy a new one,” he said. “And several more like it.”

I let out a small laugh at the idea. He could not be serious. “I had no idea you’d respond that way.”

“Had I known what waited for me, I would have set Parliament on fire to get here sooner,” he said with a nibble on my earlobe. “Next time, send a picture and I will come home immediately.”

I playfully smacked the steely arm wrapped snugly just below my breasts. “I will not send you sexy pictures.” As pleasant as his undivided attention was, responsibility called. I sighed, “I really do have to get ready for work now.”

Baldwin was preoccupied with licking along the juncture of my neck and shoulder. “Sod work,” he said. It was a very un-Baldwin-like statement.

“Mr. Montclair,” I replied full of mock severity, “my supervisor may have something to say about my tardiness.”

I only called him 'Mr. Montclair' when I was teasing. We both knew it was an empty threat. My supervisor answered to one of the VPs, who answered to one Mr. Baldwin Montclair.

With a frustrated huff, Baldwin released me and leapt up to recover his trousers from a crumpled pile on the floor. Standing in all his naked glory, he fished his phone out of the pocket and made a call. “Terrance, Ms. Reynolds won’t be in today. Please relay that message and an appropriate excuse to Gibbs.”

Terrance was his executive assistant and Gibbs was the head of my team.

I gawked at him in disbelief as he casually threw the phone aside. In a very predatory manner, he began to crawl across the bed toward me. “I’m not done making up for last night’s negligence.”

“Baldwin!” I scolded. “That is sure to raise a few eyebrows!”

Baldwin tugged the sheet out of the way so he could cover my naked body with his. “Terrance will think of something discreet. Anyone with a problem can come to me.” He nuzzled my hair and inhaled deeply. 

It was such a typical offhand ‘lord of the universe’ sort of answer. He forgot that I was still an underling trying to build a professional career, preferably without rumors of my sleeping with the boss. Even though Baldwin was back to kissing all the sweet spots on my neck, I was not going to let him off the hook that easily.

I shoved without success against his shoulders and began to protest, “But—”

“But we are spending the day in bed.” He silenced me by pressing his lips against mine with determination. It took a minute of coaxing before I let the tension slip away and returned his embrace more willingly.

Satisfied I was no longer going to resist, Baldwin began working his way down my body with a heady combination of kisses, licks, and gentle nips. He was tracing my bottom rib with his tongue as he murmured, “You are so beautiful, mon tresór. Forgive me for spoiling your surprise?”

I was not even genuinely mad at him, but if he wished to continue on his current course, I was not going to object. My fingers threaded through his already tousled hair and I stroked his shoulder. “Mmm, okay,” I sighed contentedly, fully relaxing. “Just keep going.”

Baldwin reached his destination, wedging his broad shoulders between my thighs and making a sound reminiscent of a tiger’s purr. His golden-brown eyes locked with my half-lidded ones as he firmly gripped my hips and lowered his mouth.

“Oh!” I jolted up at the long stroke of his tongue, everything sparking white hot inside me.

He held firm to keep me from bucking too hard and chuckled. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised in a throaty rumble.

***

The next morning at work, there were no comments on my absence the previous day. I had no idea what excuse Terrance gave, but I was glad not to be forced to ad lib.

I was part way through clearing my inbox when Baldwin’s admin Mariah stopped by to hand deliver a large brown interoffice envelope. Expecting a file full of markups, I was surprised when only a slim plain envelope slipped out.

I opened it to find a folded note inside. As I removed the piece of paper, a black credit card dropped to the desktop. My eyes went wide when I saw my name was embossed on it.

The accompanying note read:

Looking forward to more surprises. xB

***

End Note:

French Translation mon trésor = my treasure

[dnightshade0]

Voltron: fudge

Lance and his wife Elena were at Lance’s mom’s house visiting for a family get together. Everyone was talking and sharing cute and funny stories from when they were younger.

Lance’s sister Veronica began sharing the story of when they tried to sneak tastes of their mom’s fudge when she wasn’t looking.

Veronica: when we were little, mom was making hot fudge brownies. She had just got done mixing the coco powder in with the milk when the doorbell rang. She left to answer it. While she was gone, us kids snuck in and started eating the fudge. Only to blanch at the bitter taste.

Marco was like “eww gross! Why would momma make such awful tasting fudge?”

I was like “I don’t know but we better get out of here before we’re caught.”

Just as we were all about to leave, mom walks in.

She goes “what are you kids doing in here?”

We all respond “nothing!”

Mom says “were you kids sneaking a taste of the food I’m cooking.”

I go “no momma, we wouldn’t do that.”

Then Luis says “we were just… looking for you! Yeah, we wanted to know what you were making!”

Mom looks at us skeptically but answers.

“I’m making fudge brownies for dessert tonight. Now don’t you kids come back in here while I’m baking. I know how much you kids love chocolate and I don’t want you eating all my brownies and ruining you appetite.”

We go “awww!”

Mom says “get going! Chop! chop!”

We all start walking out of the kitchen. But just as we’re about to leave, Lance turns around and says.

“oh momma! I think You might want to throw out that fudge. I think it’s gone bad.”

When the story is over, everyone laughs. Luis is wiping a tear away, Marco is slapping his knee, Rachel is holding her belly in laughter. Even Elena is laughing her ass off. But Lance is not amused, instead, he is covering his face in embarrassment.

Rachel: hahaha we got in so much trouble! We were all mad at Lance for ratting us out.

Lance: omg! You guys are not going to let that go are you?! It was an honest mistake! I was trying to tell mom that the fudge was bad so she wouldn’t serve it to us after dinner! How was I supposed to know that she wasn’t done making it yet?!

Elena laughed even harder at that.

Elena: lol wow this totally beats my fudge story. Hehe

Rachel: what’s your fudge story?

Elena: well, a similar thing happened to me, except I didn’t try hiding my little crime.

Veronica: what do you mean?

Elena: you see, what happened was my mom was making a chocolate eclair cake. She was in the middle of making the fudge frosting when the phone rang. She left to go to her room to answer it and while she was gone, I saw the fudge and decided to sneak a taste.

The next sound my mom hears is me going “YUUUGGGHHH!!!”. She blinked in confusion as to what that was all about. Then I walk in, look at her and say “mom, that is the WORST fudge I’ve ever tasted!”

To which she gives me an unamused look and says “that’s cause I haven’t added the sugar yet.”

Everyone bursts out laughing.

Marco: omg! You actually outright confessed to stealing some fudge?! lol you and Lance are perfect together hahaha.

Rachel: you two are lousy at getting away with shit lol

Lance: I am not! I get away with plenty!

Momma: oh? And what exactly have you gotten away with?

Lance: uh…………… (0.0)lll

Momma: well?

Lance: will you excuse me. Suddenly I have to use the restroom!

Lance bolts out of the room. But as he’s leaving, his mom shouts.

Momma: don’t think you’re out of trouble Lance McClain! We are still gonna talk about this when you get back!

Elena: lol Lance wouldn’t last five minutes in an interrogation room. Especially if they bring you in Mrs. McClain haha.

Rachel: good cop, mom cop lmao XD

Days later, team voltron have a get together and Elena tells them about the funny fudge story conversation. Everyone laughs, except for Lance. He looks over at Keith who is laughing really hard.

Lance: what are you laughing about mullet? You find me getting interrogated by my mom amusing?

Keith: highly lol XD

Lance: oh really? Well consider this. If you think MY mom is good at getting information out of her kids. I imagine that YOUR mom must be REALLY good at getting information out of YOU. She is a blade after all. Her interrogation methods must be really hard core.

Keith stops laughing at this and looks over at his mom who smiles.

Krolia: well, he’s not wrong. I definitely have ways of getting YOU to talk lol.

Lance: speaking of which, have you told her about the time you almost got yourself killed pulling a kamikaze stunt? ^_^

Keith pales.

Krolia: he did what now?!

Keith: lance you son of a bit-

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A portion of this skit is actually a true story. The wife Elena’s fudge story is actually something that happened to me when I was younger. Up until that incident, I thought chocolate was naturally sweet. I had no idea that you had to add sugar to it.

[whorelyyy]

I guess you really do have to leave the house to meet people...

Today, she was going to enjoy herself—her weekend. She remembered seeing a thrift store with a café in the next town over. A budget-friendly shopping spree? Yes, please, Raz thought excitedly as she headed out the door.

She hurried into the car, blasting her favorite songs on repeat and singing along loudly. Who didn’t love a little pump-up mix moment? About 15 minutes later, Raz parked and walked into the thrift store, Thrifttea. She grabbed a raspberry boba tea and started browsing the racks. She was determined to find something cute today.

She sipped her boba while going through the first few racks. Nothing stood out yet, but she wasn’t worried. She had a feeling a good find was coming. Moving to the other side of the store, she heard a voice behind her.

“I love your outfit! I have the same top, but in black. Did you get it from Bullet?”

Surprised, Raz turned and smiled. “Yeah! I just got it—the set, actually.” She motioned to her matching skirt and continued, “I’m a sucker for a matching set. Plus, I saw Yeliah from Kept Woman wearing something similar, so I had to. And less thinking,” Raz laughed softly, “gotta love an automatic outfit.”

The woman’s beautiful husky voice responded through giggles, “An automatic outfit—I love that. I could use something like that. I always make such a mess putting together outfits, littering my room with every piece of clothing I own.” She smiled and added, “I’m Elena, by the way.”

Raz smiled back. “Elena, that’s a pretty name. I’m Raz.”

“Thank you, it’s a family name,” Elena replied with a shrug and a smile. “Nice to meet you, Raz.”

“You too,” Raz said, smiling.

“So, great taste in clothes and music? I love Kept Woman. I got to see them on their last tour, Why Is This. Were you there too?” Elena asked.

“Ugh, I wish! I’m new to the area, and I would’ve killed to see them live. You’re so lucky!” Raz gushed.

“A crime! I hope they tour again so you can catch them. Yeliah is such a powerhouse,” Elena said.

“Fingers crossed,” Raz giggled and added, “Do you know of any other good shows coming up soon?”

Elena paused for a second, thinking, then excitedly replied, “Actually, tonight at my work, DJ Free Fears is playing. I’ve seen him a few times in San Myshuno—you should totally come! I can even get you in for free.”

“Oh my god, I would love that! Thank you so much!” Raz continued eagerly, “I can totally pay for my ticket though—”

Before she could finish, Elena cut her off. “No way! I get free tickets to events. It’s no big deal, I promise. Plus, you seem cool, Raz. I want to get to know you better.”

Raz felt her smile grow, her cheeks flushing. “At least let me buy you a boba. What flavor do you want?”

Elena grinned and laughed. “I’ll take a black milk tea.”

Raz beamed as she made her way over to the counter. “Perfect.”

Raz ordered Elena’s tea, and the two found a table to sit and chat. The conversation flowed easily, and they quickly discovered how much they had in common. They both loved the same music, studied business in college, and hadn’t finished their degrees. The similarities just kept coming. It was nice, Raz thought, to have someone to talk to like this. She really liked Elena—she was witty, kind, and easy to talk to. Raz hoped this friendship would stick.

Hours passed without them realizing, and before they left the shop, Elena made sure they exchanged numbers. As they stepped outside, Elena quickly typed something on her phone.

“Okay, I just sent you my work address. It’s a club over in Windenburg. I’ll be working, so I’ll have to do bottle service when people order, but I should have time to hang out too!” Elena looked up at Raz with a smile. “Text me if you need anything!”

Raz’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “I can’t wait! Thank you so much again, Elena. Meeting you feels like serendipity.”

Elena smiled warmly and pulled Raz in for a hug. “I agree.” As she started walking toward her car, she called over her shoulder with a goofy grin, “Get ready to party, girly!” mimicking drinking from an invisible bottle.

Raz laughed enthusiastically. “I’ll see you later!” she called after her, still smiling.

[pagsys-writings]

weak in the knees

ao3 link

Rating: Teen Category: W/W Fandom: Merlin Relationship: Elena/Mithian Words: 927 Content Warning: alcohol use, kind of drunken confessions

For @flufftober Day 21: Swoon

Summary: Elena doesn't swoon, but maybe she does for pretty brunettes with a heart of gold.

Elena does not swoon. She just doesn’t. Arthur Pendragon — the heartthrob of their time — couldn’t even make her swoon. If anything, she thinks of him as a good friend — someone who can actually challenge her in a horse race. Even if she always wins.

She’s had plenty of suitors come her way. Men from good families and with good enough looks come to her father for a chance to win her hand in marriage. It never takes long for Elena to realize they simply want the money her family has or want to one day take over her family's business. And they’re boring, can’t ride a horse, and just… not Elena’s type. Not that she actually knows what her type is.

Or… maybe she does…

Maybe it’s… someone with long dark hair, kind eyes, a warm smile, and someone with kindness, compassion, and competitiveness. Someone with curves in all the right places and who is loved by everyone. Maybe she’s staring at her type right now. Maybe it’s… Mithian…

“Are you even listening to me, Elena?” Vivian huffs and stamps her foot. The heel of her shoe clicks harshly against the hard floor and echoes through the room, drawing some unwanted attention. Though Vivian always draws the attention of others while many tend to stay clear of Elena, which is probably why Vivian lingers around Elena whenever possible.

Elena pulls her gaze away from Mithian and back to the pouting Vivian, who even has her arms crossed now. Her eyebrow is raised in question and judgment. “Sorry,” Elena whispers. She takes a sip of her wine. She’d much rather have a beer, but this is a ‘distinguished party’ for the young adults of their standings and beer is sadly not an option.

“Who’s got your attention anyway?” Vivian asks, swirling around dramatically as she looks into the various faces around them. “It’s not Arthur, right? You know he’s taken.” Elena would like to walk away but she knows Vivian will just follow after her. “Gwaine? He does have nice hair. Even I would like to run my fingers through it and— Hey! Where are you going?”

“To get a drink!” Elena calls over her shoulder finally having enough of her friend.

“But you have a drink already!” Vivian whines. 

Elena quickly throws back the remainder of her wine and grimaces at the taste. Yeah, she is not a wine girl. She hears Vivian call out to bring her back something, but she pretends not to hear it. And maybe she spends way more time than is necessary at the bar, chugging glasses of wine as they’re placed in front of her and earning concerned but impressed looks from the bartender and various patrons around her.

She fidgets with the skirts of her dress. God, pants are so much better than this. Why does she have to wear dresses in an already uncomfortable environment? “I hate it here,” she whines to herself. Her brain feels a little fuzzy and as she reaches for her drink, her hand is just slightly off-center and knocks into the glass.

Elena watches as the glass tilts in slow motion and the red liquid sloshes about. God, she’s going to end up with wine all over her new blue dress and her father is going to be disappointed in her. She’s resigned to her fate, but a pale, elegant hand comes to her rescue and settles the glass before damage can be done.

The slender fingers wrap around the stem of the glass and Elena knows who it is once she sees the forest green nail polish. She lifts her gaze but it takes a moment to focus on Mithian as the world spins around her. God, she’s so pretty.

Mithian’s lips curl up, and Elena’s eyes widen. Did she say that out loud?

“I think,” Mithian says slowly as she pushes the wine glass away from Elena’s grasp, “that you’ve had plenty to drink tonight. Don’t you think, Elena?” 

Elena has no idea what to say, so she just stares at Mithian’s beautiful face. Mithian’s kind smile directed at her shortcircuits her already intoxicated mind. She needs to say something, but she doesn’t trust her mouth to say words correctly so she nods her head dumbly.

And then… Mithian tucks a strand of Elena’s hair behind her ear. Her fingers brush gently against Elena’s cheek and jaw, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. And she smiles so fondly that Elena’s knees go weak. She does not swoon. She’s just leaning really heavily against the top of the bar to keep herself upright.

Mithian steps closer. Her hand gently wraps around Elena’s elbow to steady her. “How about we get you home?” she asks softly. 

And Elena is going to blame the wine for the words that come out of her mouth. “Is that an invitation?” Mithian’s eyes go wide and Elena feels the heat in her cheeks. Oh, she definitely needs to leave now. 

Mithian chuckles. Her hand tightens her hold like she can read Elena’s mind and knows she wants to flee. “Maybe if you were sober,” she replies and that makes Elena pause. 

It’s not a rejection. That is definitely a “come back later” kind of comment. Elena takes a deep breath in. “That’s not a 'no',” she says because her brain is moving slowly and she needs Mithian to confirm what she thinks she heard. 

“It’s not,” Mithian says with a smile. 

And Elena doesn’t swoon, but maybe she does for pretty brunettes with a heart of gold. 

[autistic-sidestep]

uno_reverse_card.gif im cheating and using a few ideas from the meme bc i have No braincells but i DO crave that suranga lore SO--

favorite color to wear AND favorite color in general, if they're different things; favorite genre of any media AND what his favorite type of media is (music, movies, shows, etc), favorite person, AND what he thinks abt the rat king :3

k lets finally fuckign answer this

favourite colour: phthalo green! namely why it's a very core part of the argos suit. they like wearing blacks/greys/dark greens and blues, those tend to lean into the more professional/conservative look they're angling for as a mob step, but i'm sure if they weren't having to worry abt staying lowkey in civilian cover they'd love to dress up in more bright colours, jewel tones n such. as for now, most of that's reserved for when they're juno (pre-debut) and argos.

their cuckoo training's given them an aversion to opera and ballet, given those featured heavily in the functions they were meant to infiltrate as a cuckoo, sometimes as a dancer themselves. but! musicals and plays, for sure. The COSTUMES. THE EMOTIONS. tia elena probably invites sura to come with her one time and they're hooked (i want to believe wicked's in the fh verse, they'd be all over that. misunderstood outcast tarred as a villain? YEAH. post-hb it'd have even more resonance; no good deed is SO fitting cos of past-self rivalry. defying gravity, too.) then there's 70s-80s rock, esp queen (ofc the lead singer is the purrcury's namesake), sharing the same taste in music as pelayo and joes lol.

they're a classics/shakespeare nerd too, (hence why sura's puppet was named juno), and they'd especially enjoy viola's genderfuckery in twelfth night (and honestly, the mental image of argos going "it's SHAKESPEARE you HEATHEN" after quoting something from one of the tragedies at a clueless hero is too funny to pass up. they're just bringing some class to the villain scene.)

they like movies, though they do find it a little less engaging w/o the minds to read. a good few hollywood golden age, but animated ones are probably their favourite thanks to themmy. they binged a bunch of cartoon movies together, and lilo and stitch is their favourite cos of the BIG relate to lilo being a weird autistic girl and stitch being an escaped experiment that was made to be evil, but learned to love,,,,,

favorite person: pre-hb, it was a tie between ortega, tia elena (she nicknamed sura pollito, and she's the Only person sura will allow to call them that) and, as expected, themmy, in no small part due to the fact they all kept feeding sura. and he kept coming back like a stray cat lol. they made sura feel safe and loved and valued, and not just a little kid. themmy (in my hc) being openly autistic especially helped sura be less insecure about how young he came off, especially when the farmhands infantilised the regenes so much (and by extension, learning to mask and suppress his autistic traits). part of hiding his face (and lowering his voice) was so people would take him seriously, cos he was well aware how babyish he looked. it was a huge relief not to do that anymore, or at least do it less.

themmy: so what did you think?

t:

t: are you crying?

sura, sniffling and very obviously holding back tears: no

throughout rebirth, it was just mortum, largely cos they felt like the friendships they had as sidestep, being able to relax in someone else's company, this time, in juno's body. they love nerding out with her on tech stuff, critiquing peoples' suits, and just generally having someone that Gets It about just sitting in silence hanging out (mortum reads as neurodivergent to me).

it's a tie between her and chen now, to the surprise of both sura and chen, given how much friction they used to have lol. turns out that they have a lot in common (better at bonding with animals instead of people), more so than before hb, of course. (i am also pushing my autistic chen agenda, and that was part of the friction between the two was that step was trained to understand allistic inclined people. chen operates on different rules. but also given chens scepticism about the suspiciously well-trained young vigilante thing, i'll give him a pass for that too.)

rat king opinions: SURA ADORES THE GIRLS. sorta filling the void fred did, but not quite. i like to think of them as like… a telepathic equivalent of a service dog. if sura wasn't a mob step, they'd be a lot more dependent on them for interaction, but as is, they're a reliable supportive presence that sura knows will always have its back. it's nice to have another telepath to communicate with! routinely gives them mental scritches and treats for being the best telepathic rat brains in the whole world. they deserve it!!(and an added bonus, that also involves some self-care for herself. can't disappoint/let them down. it's a win/win.)

[supercap2319]

Could you maybe make a fic of Stefan and/or klaus and/or Elijah and/or kol compelling to feeding off of male reader? Particularly in the neck, sharing him? Thank u for taking the time to read this.

"Stefan, please don't do this. I was only trying to help you. I was—"

"—Shh, sweetheart. I know what you were trying to do." Stefan's voice was low and warm.

Y/N had this insane idea that he would come to Chicago and rescue Stefan from Klaus. It was a stupid idea from the beginning, but at the time, he didn't care. Now, here he was, trapped inside a hotel room on the top floor with a ripper Stefan Salvatore, Klaus Mikaelson, and his brothers Kol and Elijah.

"You were trying to be the hero and save me from the big, bad originals." Stefan chuckles cruelly.

"Rippah. Don't be mean." Klaus smiles.

Stefan moved closer to him. "Don't worry, Y/N. We're not going to hurt you...much." he leaned close to the young man and looked him in the eyes. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here, and let me feed from you. You might actually like it, right?"

Y/N nods. The compulsion works its way into his mind and clouding his thoughts. He feels docile and submissive, well, not submissive, but more agreeable than he would have been.

"Good boy. Such a good boy for me." Stefan coos as he began to kiss and suck on Y/N's neck. The Originals watch the younger vampire seduce Elena Gilbert's younger brother. It was almost amusing. The way Stefan's soft and succulent lips were on Y/N's neck, earning an excited moan of pleasure from his lips.

It made Stefan excited. The thrill of getting his victims all nice and ready before he sank his fangs into their necks as the warm blood rushed past his lips. That thought gave him an ache in his mouth and in his pants as his fangs elongated and hit big down hard. He tore into the mortal's flesh and loved the way he groans and shivers in pleasure as Stefan drank from him.

Every instinct was telling Stefan to drain him dry, but he had a better idea. He pulls back and licks the spot where blood was seeping out. It's then Stefan noticed the bulge in Y/N's pants. "Oh, did you get off on that?" He smiled.

Y/N nods. "More. Please?"

"You heard him, boys. He wants more." Stefan grins at the Originals.

"Well, if you insist, darling." Kol rose and smirked, as he walked towards Y/N sank his fangs into the other side of his neck. Y/N moans and grabs the back of Kol's head, and pulls him closer as he moans.

"Good boy. You like this." Stefan said.

Kol pulls back and turned to his brothers. "He's got a really nice neck, Nik. Elijah. Come have a taste." Klaus and Elijah got up and walked towards their brother before they brushed Y/N's skin with their lips before sinking into his skin as he moaned in pleasure as his cock was so hard in his pants, that it might rip through them.

"I think he could use a vampire gangbang." Klaus said through bloody teeth when he pulled back.

[warsinmyhead]

omg - minho

x | meme status: accepting!

It's been a hell of a week with this one mission he was assigned to. Fury tasked him with tracking a high roller who possibly had technology from early S.H.I.E.L.D. days and it required him to use his old seduction techniques from his KGB days, mixed in with some modern adjustments to account for the target's taste. It was just him – no back-up or partner on this one. Felix had been sullen when he heard this and even tried to suggest to Fury that maybe it was better that two try their luck with the target, but the director quickly shut that down and placed Felix on a smaller mission in Spain.

Minho sent over the information he acquired to Fury and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes when he saw Redwing was sent over to retrieve any physical evidence for the mission.

"Sam, I'm not thanking your robot bird," Minho stated for what seemed like the 10th time. "Just make sure it gets back to HQ in one piece."

"Copy," Sam responded, deciding to give up on pushing the spy for a thank you. "Have a good one Min – take it easy."

********

"You know normal people just call or text the person they're trying to reach," Rick grumbled as he shot Felix a side eye as he turned the wheel of the vehicle sharply.

Felix returned the side eye and flatly responded that he had tried to reach Minho, but received no response. It's not like he didn't trust the spy to finish the mission and come back in one piece, but the hunter missed Minho and wished he could have bantered with his partner on his mission in Spain. He's sure that Minho would have snickered at some of the cliches Felix engaged during his time in city, but instead, he was paired with Elena who had a dry sense of humor.

Rick slowed as he neared the safe house that Fury had shared the address for and he put the vehicle in park. He turned to look at Felix and nodded at the building.

"Fury said Minho's on the 8th floor, 5th door on the left," Rick recalled. "We don't own the whole building – just a few floors. Next time, I suggest just calling, leaving a message, and Min will probably get back to you."

The hunter nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder as he stepped out of the vehicle, the door slamming shut a bit too forcefully. Minho was right about Rick – while the guy was good at procuring things you needed, he was a bit fussy if you gave him a short deadline or tight turnaround to get whatever it was you needed.

********

The target Minho had dealt with had a thing for listening to sounds of people having sex or experiencing orgasms through headphones or earbuds, all with a blindfold or eye mask covering her eyes. The idea was a little odd for him, but he was a bit curious to see if the trick actually could work. It's been a long time since he's even touched himself sexually, but the spy thought since he was alone, he could humor the idea and see if it was any good or not.

He tugged the eye mask he got from the flight attendant (for sleeping) over his eyes and slipped on his noise-canceling headphones, which were playing a playlist of sexual moans, gasps, and orgasms he stumbled across. He lay flat on his bed and let his head rest on the pillows as he slid a hand into his joggers and began stroking himself.

********

"Mmmmmph ohhh God therreeee!" a female voice choked out, followed by the heavy breathing and thrusting sounds of her male partner.

The spy was so caught up in focusing on the audio and letting his hand stroke his dick in sync with the sounds that he didn't hear the front door to the safe house being opened by Felix. The latter called out to him as he toed his boots off at the door per habit, and he wandered into the safehouse when the spy didn't answer him back.

Felix checked the living room and kitchen, then the bathroom for the spy, then he paused at the bedroom. He gingerly pushed it open and almost slammed the door shut in shock when he saw Minho lying on the bed, blindfolded, headphones on, and a hand in his joggers.

The hunter blinked and shook his head, before sticking his head in to see if his eyes were playing tricks on him. No, it was real.

Minho's breathing became heavier and labored as the audio began to build toward the couple reaching their orgasms. His dick had gotten hard from the stroking and the audio stimulation and he had a feeling he was getting close too. As the female voice shrieked as she reached her high, the spy felt a pair of lips pressing against his, accompanied by a gloved hand stroking his dick. Wait, he wasn't alone anymore!

The spy yanked the blindfold off his eyes with his free hand and he blinked, eyes adjusting to the lights again. Leaning over him with his face a few inches from his was none other than Felix.

"Hey Partner," Felix replied with a fake innocent smile. His gloved hand was still in Minho's joggers and the other removed the headphones from Minho's head. He lifted the headphones to his left ear and listened for a few seconds. "Wow, so this is your secret kink – listening to dirty sex sounds while blindfolded and jerking off?"

"What are you doing here?" Minho asked staring in disbelief.

"Why didn't you answer my phone call or texts?" Felix shot back. "Having fun without me? How could you forget about the paperwork?"

"It's not my kink – the lady I had to get information from was into this!" Minho protested. "She talked way too much about it and I was curious to know if it worked at all."

Felix put the headphones down on the nightstand and allowed his eyes to travel lower to Minho's joggers where his hand was. He chuckled lightly and wrapped his fingers around Minho's dick, giving it a quick tug. "Guess it was working, but I thought you enjoyed yourself with me."

"I'm not psychic Felix," Minho managed to get out as he tried to ignore the other's hand stroking him. "I was testing this out and thought it was a joke at first. I thought I was alone, but obviously Hill or Rick told you where I was staying."

Felix bit back a smirk as he tugged the eye mask down with his free hand and he settled next to Minho on the bed. "New experiment," he said in the spy's ear. "Let's see if my voice can make you cum, instead of a recording."

[beantothemax]

Hi Bean!! Got a Castitio fic for you, as compensation for the Elena fic, the angst I have and will send about my OC octopath au and the Trousseau fic I will send later today :3

The sun shone through the crack in the curtain. As its rays hit the sleeping couple, Castti stirred in her sleep. She opened her eyes, first noticing her splitting headache, then Partitio asleep beside her.

"... What was I doing?" she muttered.

A sharp stinging pain in her temple suddenly arose. She lifted her hand to head to see what it was, but felt a bandage rather than a wound.

"Partitio!" she shook him, "Partitio!"

He woke up with a groan, "what is it, honey?"

"Why do I have bandages on my head?" she asked.

Partitio blinked several times before he sat up and processed what was going on around him.

"Oh, that 'cause ya' fainted and hit yer head on a table. Wasn't there myself, but Nikki brought ya' here and said ya' overworked yourself."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I was scared for ya' but I could hardly say I was surprised. With how much ya' work, it was only a matter of time before somethin' like this happened," he said.

Castti glared at him but he laughed and her face softened. She couldn't stay mad at him, as he was right and he did at least bandage her wound.

He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed.

"Yesterday I told mister Roque I'd take the day of to take care of ya', so I've got all the time in the world to spoil ya' and make sure ya' rest an' recover," he said with a big smile.

Castti never liked being spoiled. She was always the one to pamper and care for her friends, but now she had finally been put into a situation where she couldn't refuse.

She crawled back under the covers and stared at the wall as she started to nod off again. Half an hour later, Partitio returned with a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs and raspberries. He was careful to wake her gently. She sat up, the headache returning again.

"Does this breakfast have herbs for a headache?" she chuckled.

"Nope, have it here though," he smiled, handing her a glass with a murky green water.

Its scent was very familiar, one Castti had smelled hundreds of times before, though something was just a bit off.

"Did you look through my medicine book for this?" she asked.

"Yep, I think I did pretty well," Partitio smiled.

"Did you test it on yourself?"

"No, I'm not that dumb."

"Good, because you mixed in the wrong herb. You were supposed to use western morning glory leaves, you used kachen leaves, which turns this mixture into a laxative, rather than a headache relief," she laughed.

"Oh," Partitio's face quickly became red as a rose.

"The pancakes look nice though," she quickly added.

Usually, she could be blunt when one of the members of Eir's apothecaries made such a mistake, but Partitio was a bit more sensitive than them. He always became embarrassed when finding out he made a mistake, regardless of what it was.

Castti cut a piece off, taking a bite. Any feeling of pain or fatigue she previously had faded away in an instant. She'd had many pancakes before, but Partitio's were always different, far better than even the best chef's.

"Ya like 'em?" he asked.

"They're divine," she said as she took several more bites.

"That's reassuring, I didn't taste test 'em."

The fact that he didn't even have to taste and adjust the batter made their quality even more impressive.

She cut the next piece, holding the fork up to his lips, "try them, I think you've mastered the art of making pancakes."

Partitio bit the piece, nodding as he swallowed.

"Eh, could be a little sweeter," he said.

"Come on, you know they're perfect," Castti smiled.

"Doesn't matter what I think, as long as ya' like 'em, then I'm happy," he smiled, taking the fork from her hand.

Partitio cut and fed her the rest of the food, and for once, Castti didn't complain that he wanted to spoil her.

AAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET…. partitio spoiling castti is amazing perfect 10/10 I love it

PARTITIO ACCIDENTALY MAKING A LAXATIVE HAD ME LAUGHING FOR LIKE A MINUTE he’s doing his best!!!!!

the uh. promises of a trousseau angst fic is both exicting and worrying.

[middleearthpixie]

Better Days ~ Chapter Twenty

A/N: If you or a loved one is in crisis, or experiencing suicidal thoughts or suicidal ideation, help is available 24/7/365. Call or text the Suicide Crisis Lifeline at 988 or visit their website at www.988lifeline.org. 

Summary: Frerin Durin had the perfect life, until he found out his wife was cheating on him. Now, he’s navigating uncharted territory as an about-to-be divorced single dad. Dating is a mess, he’s dealing with the fallout where his kids are concerned, and really, he would just love a vacation away from all of it. 

Elena Madison is new to Sidleburg, and also navigating life as a newly single parent. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to come down sick, when she hasn’t even had time to unpack the moving boxes, never mind find a pediatrician. And the last thing she ever expected was to meet a man like Dr. Frerin Durin…

Neither Elena nor Frerin were looking for anything, but fate has a way of messing up even the best laid plans. However, both have been hurt and both aren't at all sure they trust themselves, never mind trusting someone else...

Pairings:  Modern!Frerin x ofc Elena Madison

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.7k

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It was a miracle he didn't crash into anyone or anything as Frerin ignored pretty much every traffic law in existence in his haste to get to Sidleburg Memorial. All Toni would tell him was that Jake had tried hurt himself. No details. No assurance that he was all right. Just that they were in the ER and he needed to be there. 

He whipped into the parking deck and swung into the first empty space, then leaped out of the care and practically sprinted toward the revolving door leading into the Emergency Department.

Bonnie, the ER receptionist smiled from behind her plexiglas window. “Dr. Durin? I thought you went home.”

“I did. My ex-wife called, she’s here with our son.”

“What?” Bonnie hit the button to make the ER doors swing open. “Come on in.”

He rushed past the triage area, to the desk. “Ashley, where is Jacob Durin?”

Ashley looked up. “I thought you were off, Dr. D?”

“I am,” he fought to keep the impatience from his voice, “so tell me were my son is.”

“Wait, he’s your Jake?”

“Ashley!”

“Sorry, Dr. D. They’re in Exam Two, but I think Morris might have come down already.”

“Thank you.” He rushed down the hallway and around the corner and paused just outside the door to Exam Two. The narrow bed was empty, but Toni stood beside it as if Jake was still in it. Frerin’s gut roiled like mad and he wasn't entirely certain he wasn’t going to be sick. A sour taste flooded his mouth. His heart hammered his ribs so hard, he thought he might actually pass out. 

Then he swallowed hard as he tugged open the door and stepped into the room. “What happened?”

Toni spun about, her eyes red and swollen. “I—I don't know. I called the kids down to breakfast and Maura and Flynn came down, but Jake didn't and—and I thought he was still sleeping so I went to roust him out of bed and he—”

“He what?” Frerin closed the space between them and caught her by the shoulders. “What had he done, Toni?”

“He wasn’t in his room, but was in the bathroom and he’d gotten Tim’s razor or maybe it was Flynn or even Maura’s, I don't know. But he had it and—and there was just blood everywhere… all over him… the floor… the toilet… And I—I just scooped him up and ran to my car and…”

Frerin’s blood ran like ice in his veins. “What?”

“I know. The doctor said he was… he was lucky.” Toni’s bottom lip trembled and her eyes grew shiny. “She stitched him up, but now he’s talking to another doctor and Tim said he’d keep an eye on Maura and Flynn, but you know them and they don’t like him and they just wanted to be here and I—”

She clamped her lips together to stop the flow of words and without thinking, he drew her into his embrace as she dissolved into tears, pressing her face against his chest. “Which doc did he see?”

“A young one. Dr. Andrews?”

“Yeah, she’s an intern. Just started in July. Who is he with now?”

“A Dr. Mazzetti, I think he’d said.”

“Dave Mazzetti?”

“I don't know, Frerin. They’re all the same to me.”

“Okay. Yeah, Dave’s good… Jake’s in good hands. Where’s Tim?”

“He’s home. With the kids. I just told you.”

“Right? Sorry. I was on until seven this morning, pulled a double. My thoughts are a little muddy right now.”

“Where were you?”

“What?”

“I called the house first and you didn't answer.” She pulled away to stare up at him. “So, where were you?”

“I was out.”

“After pulling a double?”

“Toni, I’m not doing this. Not now.”

“What’s her name?”

“Don’t you worry about it. We’re not married any more, remember?” He stepped back. “Jake’s probably up on Five. They’re going to admit him, Toni. At least a seventy-two hour hold if they have a bed. If not, they’ll have us take him somewhere else for an evaluation, but he’s going to be hospitalized. For a while. I’m going to go find out.”

“And am I supposed to just wait here?”

“Yes, actually.”

“Frerin, you are not just—”

“I’m not what, Toni? I’m not going to find out what happened to our son? Just stay here and I’ll be back—”

“No. I will not just stay here.”

“Toni,” he rubbed his forehead with one hand, “I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Just, please, let me—” 

“Stop being a damn doctor and just be his father!”

“I am being his father!” Frerin winced as his voice echoed around them and bounced out into the hallway, where several people actually stopped to look into the room. He drew in a deep breath to calm his rising fury. “I just want to talk to his doc, is all.”

“He will be done when he’s done and he said he’d come down and talk to us.” Toni shook her head. “Don’t run away and hide behind that damn lab coat.”

“Hide? Who’s hiding? I just—I just want to know what happened, is all.”

“I told you what happened.”

He sighed softly. “Toni, something else had to have happened. He was fine when you picked him up and now he’s in the ER, looking at a psych hold for a suicide attempt. So, what happened?”

“Are you blaming me?”

His first instinct was to shake her, to shake her and remind her that it wasn't about her, but since that would just lead to a shouting match, he took the high road. “No, I’m not. But I want to know what triggered him to hurt himself. That’s all.”

Toni’s shoulders slumped and a low, heavy sigh leaked through her teeth. “I don’t know, Frerin. I was getting breakfast out, like I said. Flynn came down. Maura came down and I went to get Jake, just like I said.”

“Did anything happen last night?”

Toni swiped at her eyes and slowly replied, “He and Tim were butting heads over a video game. He told Tim that Tim couldn't tell him what to do, and Tim sent him to his room after confiscating his Switch.”

“What game?”

“Breath of the Wild.”Toni rubbed her eyes. “It was such a stupid argument, Frerin, but Jake was giving him attitude the entire time he’s been with us and Tim just had enough.”

“Tim had enough. Over a video game that you and I have no problem with him playing?”

“I tried to tell Tim, but he was angry and Jake was angry and then it just got out of hand.”

“Out of hand.” Frerin snorted as he shook his head. “Tim overstepped, Toni. He overstepped and now here we are. And what the fuck was he thinking? He’s not that boy’s father. I am.” 

“I know, and Tim knows and—”

“Toni?”

Frerin and Toni looked up at the same time as Tim, AKA the Skeeze, poked his head into the room. Frerin’s gut twisted sharply as he said, “What are you doing here?”

“How is Jake doing?” Tim directed this at Toni.

“I asked you what the hell you are doing here,” Frerin replied, stepping between Tim and Toni. “You’ve got not business being here.”

Toni’s hand came to rest on his shoulder. “Frerin, don’t do this.” 

“Don't do this?” Frerin turned to her. “He is the reason Jake is with Mazzetti right now and I don’t want him near my son again.”

“He is my son, too, Frerin, and you need to remember that.”

“I need to—are you fucking kidding me? He needs to stay the fuck away from—”

“Mrs. Durin? Oh, Frerin, I’m glad you’re here as well.”

Frerin whipped about at the sound of Dave Mazzetti’s voice and a sour taste flooded his mouth as he said, “How is Jake?”

Toni’s hand tightened on his upper arm. “Can I see him?”

“In a bit, yes. I called in a colleague, Dr. Dao to consult and—” Mazzetti looked over at Tim. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” 

“He’s leaving,” Frerin replied.

“The hell I am.”

“Toni, I mean it, get him the hell out of here,” Frerin growled without taking his eyes off Tim. 

“Tim, please… just… just go…”

“Toni, wait—”

“Tim, just… please go.”

“Fine.” 

Mazzetti waited for him to slam his way out of the exam room, then turned back to them. “Jake’s laceration required about six stitches and aside from a small scar, he should have no long term trouble with his hand. He and I had a long talk, and he had a long talk with Dr. Dao and we’re in agreement that Jake be transferred to Wakeman for inpatient services, since we have no open beds.”

“For how long?” Toni asked.

“I can’t answer that, Mrs. Durin. They will evaluate him and assess his status and recommend a course of treatment for him that will give an idea of how long he will be hospitalized for. I’d say at least a week, possibly longer.” He looked from Toni to Frerin. “I’ll take you up to him. He was asking for you, Frerin.”

Frerin swallowed hard against the sudden lump in his throat. “Then let’s go.”

Toni slid her hand into his. “I’m coming with you.”

“Of course you are,” Frerin told her softly. “You’re his mother. But I don't want Tim anywhere near him.”

“Frerin—”

“Not within fifty yards, Toni. I mean it.”

For a moment, he thought she was going to argue with him over it, but then she surprised him by nodding. “Okay.”

“Let’s go up and you can see him,” Mazzetti said, pulling the door open. 

They stepped out just as Flynn and Maura hurried toward them. “How’s Jake? Where is he? Is he okay?” Maura’s questions stopped as she ran out of breath and she just flung herself at Frerin, who caught her easily. 

“He’s going to be fine in time,” he said as Maura wrapped her arms about his neck and clung to him the way she did when she was a little girl and had had a nightmare. “We’re going up to see him, so why don't you and Flynn go find the cafeteria and get something to eat and I’ll come find you when we’re ready to go.”

“Can’t we see him?” Flynn asked.

“Not right now,” Toni said softly, shaking her head. “We have to get him settled somewhere else first and then you’ll be able to.”

“Where is he going?”

Flynn scowled at Tim’s question. “Like you care. You did this, you tool. You know that, right? This is all your fault.”

“Now, wait just a minute—” Tim began.

But Flynn was having none of it, and since he was almost as tall as Frerin, he towered over Tim. “No, you did this, trying to prove you’re some tough guy or I don't even know. You just couldn’t let it go, could you? He was allowed to play that damn game and you know it but that wasn’t good enough for you. And now we’re here and… and… fuck you.”

“Flynn!” Toni grabbed him by his arm to pull him away from Tim. “This is not the time or the place.”

Although he inwardly cheered Flynn on, Frerin knew outwardly he had to at least make it look as if Flynn’s words troubled him. “Your mother’s right. Tim, do us all a favor and just go home. Toni will let you know what’s going when we know.”

For a moment, he thought Tim was going to argue with him, but then Tim just shook his head. “You do that,” he said, then turned and strode down the hallway.

Maura lifted her head from Frerin’s chest. “Good riddance, Skeeze.”

“Maura, please,” Toni sighed, rubbing her forehead once more. “Not now.”

“Mom,” she pulled out of his arms, “he’s a jerk. You have to know that by now.”

“Enough, love,” Frerin told her as Mazzetti started down toward the elevators. “Go and get something to eat and we’ll come find you, like I said.”

“Come on, Maur.” Flynn gestured for her to follow him. “Dad, let us know as soon as possible, okay?”

“Promise.” 

Flynn and Maura started down the hallway and as soon as they were out of earshot, Toni said, “They don't like Tim much.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

That earned him a look. “Really, Frer.”

“What?” He let his hand come to rest at the small of her back to steer her toward the elevators, where Mazzetti was waiting for them. “I know they don't like him, Toni.”

“I wonder why.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He couldn't hold back his laugh. “Toni, if you think I’m the reason they don't like him, guess again.”

“So you expect me to believe you’ve never badmouthed him?”

“Why would I? He’s not the reason we broke up. I think he’s a dweeb, but that’s about the extent of it.”

“A dweeb?”

“Yeah. He’s a dweeb.” He shrugged as the elevator doors slid open and Mezzetti grinned at them over his shoulder. “He is.”

Toni sighed. “Frerin, really? Here?”

“I heard nothing,” Mazzetti said, shaking his head head.

They all stepped into the car and Frerin tried to ignore the fluttering in his gut as the car began moving. He didn't know how many times he’d dealt with this same situation, but it was far different being on this end than it was being the physician treating the kid. This was… surreal… and he did not like it one bit. 

Elena tried not to worry, tried not to fixate on how much time had passed since Frerin bolted from her apartment, but that was impossible. She couldn't imagine being in Frerin’s shoes, getting that same phone call in regards to Alyssa. Frerin had to be terrified and worried and she wished she had gone with him. 

It was nearly four when her phone rang and her heart stopped briefly when she saw Frerin’s number on the screen. It resumed hammering at her ribs as she hit accept. “How is your son?”

“He’s… we’re at Wakeman now. They’ve admitted Jake for at least the next seven days.”

“But how is he? How are you and your ex-wife?”

“He tried to cut his wrist with a razor blade and it took six stitches to close it. Physically, he’ll be fine but…”

His voice trailed off and she didn’t push him, but waited for him to continue. When the silence stretched between them, she cleared her throat. “Would you like me to come sit with you?”

“No. You don't have to.” Exhaustion wove into his voice. “I’m just going to go home and get some sleep.”

“Frerin, it’s no—”

“Elena, really, it’s better if you don’t. I don't know how much longer I’m going to be here and I’ll have Flynn and Maura to take home, so it’s not a good idea.”

“Oh, yeah… no, of course not,” she replied, the heat of idiocy swirling through her. Of course he wouldn’t want her there. She wasn't family and Toni needed him more than she did at the moment. The last thing either of them wanted or needed was her pushing her way into their trauma. 

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow, okay?”

“Sure. I’ll be around until four, then I have to go and retrieve Alyssa from the airport.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

He hesitated, then said, “Bye, Lena.”

She pressed her lips together as he clicked off and she sat there for a long time, the phone in her lap. She didn't know quite what to think or to do, and while her instinct was to drive out to Wakeman Hospital, she tamped it down. Frerin neither wanted nor needed her there. She was the outsider and needed to remember that. While she felt as if she knew his children, just from the way he’d spoken of them, they had no idea she even existed and the worst thing she could do right now was push herself into their situation as if she belonged there.

So, with that, she set the phone on the charging mat, rose from the sofa, turned off the light, and padded into her bedroom. 

[kiss-my-freckle]

Recently saw a SEer say this about SE/Stefan being healthier than Bellward/Edward. I've seen many of them claim this. It's such an oversimflication to say Stefan simply didn't want Elena to remain human for his benefit and Edward wanted Bella to be human for his benefit when he said that he'd accept her choice to turn but encouraged her not to since he didn't want her soul to be damned. Also claiming Stefan is better with human blood since "it wasn't his fault he killed his dad and didn't know his strength, which caused him to taste blood and transform" even though Emily told him what would push his body to feed and saying Edward drank human blood cause his tastebuds were sad when Edward didn't choose to become a vampire and wasn't as bad on human blood and told Bella unprompted about his past on human blood unlike Stefan with Elena. Thoughts?:

Stefan not wanting Elena to be a vampire is different from Edward in that Elena doesn't want to be one. She is willing to chance that a five hundred year old magic potion will resurrect her, and if it doesn’t then she’ll die. Becoming a vampire would've guarantee her survival. Stefan says if it were up to him he'd want to be with her forever but understands that’s not a life Elena wants. Stefan’s opposed to Elena becoming a vampire because he’s respecting her choice, Edward is opposed because he wants Bella to be human. Being a ripper wasn’t a choice Stefan was able to make under fully informed and uncoerced circumstances. He woke up a vampire under traumatic circumstances, killed his father by accident, switched off his humanity and became a monster while unable to stop himself from being one. Klaus later compels him. It’s not the same as Edward choosing to feed on humans because his tastebuds were sad. Edward is insanely strong and faster than the human eye can see, while Stefan is strong and fast, but his physical relationship with Elena is a non-issue. Edward is so hard to kill or even injure that he can’t even commit suicide, meanwhile Stefan has to worry about human vampire hunters and is frequently incapacitated by just about everybody. Human-vampire relationships are commonplace in TVD and vampires can live side by side with them, while in Twilight they’re not a thing, at all, humans are dinner and vampires are terrifying, and if you develop feelings for a human you turn them. Obviously, her relationship to Stefan is nourishing which is the point and obviously there are moments where you see her be like, oh my God my boyfriend is so hot, omg he’s so dreamy but she doesn’t revere him like a god. Bella legit worships Edward. Stefan is all about boundaries, even when he reveals that he met her last year after saving her life, all he does is come back to town, he doesn’t feel entitled to her private space while Edward enters Bella's room without asking. when Elena sees weird things about Stefan in the 1st 5 episodes of season 1, he brushes it off but he doesn’t speak to her to make her feel stupid or crazy and when she directly asks him what are you, he tells her he's a vampire.

Stefan "claimed" if it were up to him, he'd want to be with Elena forever, but he can't love vampires. He would've never loved Elena as a vampire. They spent seasons covering this issue. It's not just that his heart is pure, it's that his love is pure. Stefan tried to hide his desire for Elena to be human behind her desire to be human, but the added pressure could be felt. He didn't force Jeremy to kill vampires for Elena, he did it for himself. He did it because in his mind, Elena needed to be fixed. He can't love Elena as a vampire even at the risk of losing her. Caroline is the only vampire Stefan loved beyond friendship. That's why he has a problem admitting his feelings for her.

Stefan is not better with human blood. Only an idiot would believe he is. And it was his fault that he killed his father because he knew that his body was pushing him to complete the transition, and he put himself in that position anyway. Damon knew well enough to stay away from humans for the sake of making sure he died. Even when he brought Damon a human to feed on, Damon was resisting the blood, so Stefan had to force him to feed.

Not all of Stefan's ripper binders are by force. In fact, season 3 was the only time he was shown to be forced. And yes, all his other ripper binders were by choice. He chose to be a ripper the moment he chose to flip his humanity switch. Stefan is not all about boundaries. If he were, he wouldn't have entered Elena's life in the first place. He signs up for high school for that very reason when he could've easily been an ambulance driver or a carpenter. He wanted to be part of her every day life, and ensured that he was. That's not respecting boundaries, that's forcing yourself into someone's life whether they want you there or not. He's just lucky Elena was a sad, despressed, vulnerable, needy girl.