#while martin smiles at his little 'pretty baby' in the background

[littlebookreader]

Jon, talking about Martin: One time he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to call me ‘pretty boy’ or ‘baby genius’ and he ended up blurting out ‘pretty baby’

Martin, embarrassed: ShutupShutupShutupShutup-

#the magnus archives #the magnus institute #jonathan sims #jon jarchivist #martin blackwood #tma incorrect quotes #but is it really #just all of us writing people trying to imagine what the #ten episodes of office romance were like #this is Jon with the tape recorder #telling it (her) about his day #while martin smiles at his little 'pretty baby' in the background #so #jmart #teaholding #here you go

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Can I Come Home {Atticus (lovecraft country) Fic}

Atticus Freeman x Black Reader 

Warnings: smut (21+)

(Ayida-Weddo is a loa of fertility, rainbows, wind, water, fire, and snakes)

(Atticus wants to come home after his little adventures. Reader isn’t having it.)

The incessant knocking at your door pulled you out of your concentration on rolling the last bit of your hair. It had been a week of perms and presses. You were more than ready to listen to your vinyls and relax by yourself away from the troubles of whatever was going on in this hell of a country. 

The person at the other end of this door had other plans for you apparently and as an adventurous woman living alone you weren’t about to take any chances.

You grab the small pistol out of your brown fur coat on the rack and closed your eyes as your fingertips begin to spark little flames. 

As you slowly creak the door open, Tic lowers his glasses and his face comes into view. 

You let out a deep sigh of relief as you lower the pistol to the ground and the fire simmered down. 

“BOY! You play too much knocking on my damn door at this hour of the night! I almost blew your ass clean to Mississippi, Atti !  I figured you’d drag yourself here after you finished parading around God knows where else with Miss Letitia Fucking Lewis.” you say reluctantly unlatching your screen door to look at your ex boyfriend face to face. 

Even in the moonlight you could still see the bronze glow cascading from his sculpted cheeks, to his beautiful broad nose, and down to his cupids bow. He was standing there biting at his plump bottom lip nervously while awaiting you.

“Whoa . HEY. HEY . HEY!” He yelled with his hands up as he ducked down. 

“Now, baby look, i-” Tic stammers across his words trying to plead his case as you press the cold bottle of Cola to your reddened lips as you give him the cold shoulder. 

You shook your head and closed your eyes to summon snakes around his ankles as he hopped side to side kicking off the illusions.

“Town is small, Atti. Everybody talks. A postcard to know that your knucklehead ass is still alive would’ve been nice. But to hear from Betty with the uneven bob at the salon that you’re back in town running around with Leti of all people. You know good and well we haven’t seen eye to eye since junior high. I know we broke up but that don’t mean you had to disappear on me like that. Your triflin behind ain't no good Atti-. Why are you even here?” You ask him pointedly instead of going off on your tangent. 

The audacity of him to show up after months of barely 3 postcards from him and a few dodgy and quick calls in the middle of night spewing all types of things about monsters and shapeshifters and both kinds of wizards. 

He grabs you gently around the arms and presses a soft kiss to your lips while holding your chin between his fingers. 

“Just wanted to see you, that’s all.” He says simply in that tone he uses when he wants you to let him inside. Granted, you knew you were gonna let him inside and come inside but you wanted to watch him sweat. 

“I should summon rain over your head...You hungry?” 

After huffing and puffing you decide to ease the screen door open fully so that he could embrace you properly.

You turn your head and his kiss lands on your cheek instead. His gaze fell upon you intensely as he caressed over your cheek where his lips had been moments before. Atticus’s gaze falls from your warm oak coloured eyes to your neck, to your collarbones, and down further where your robe was slightly open and the neckline of your silk red gown had fallen lower. 

You lean in to breathe into his long black coat. The Chanel Pour Monsieur that you gifted to him before he left for the war evaded your senses. You hiss softly before smiling against him, feeling his large calloused and frigid hands run up the back of your thighs to cup under your butt and lift you onto him. 

“What, you run around all summer and come back here in the winter when you're cold and lonely and realize that she wasn’t gon’ stick around? Is that it? Your summer fling is back on the road?”  you question with a huff and a roll of your eyes. 

He chuckles deeply and shakes his head as he walks with you still wrapped around him into your small quiet little cozy candlelit home with Ella Fitzgerald , These Foolish Things playing softly in the background. 

“Town talk goes both ways, baby. I heard you were playing backseat bingo with Martin Thompson, the preacher? Really?” he questions as he licks over your neck and jawline pressing kisses along the way.

“And what is there for a lonely young woman to do when her man writes her a letter trying to rationalize falling in love with a goddamn ninetail fox. I saw Letitia coming. Seen that a mile away. I knew there would be women and men along the way for us. But, a fox, well baby you had me beat on that one. A descendant of Ayida-Weddo herself wasn’t enough? Bible Boy was good to me. He would make sure I made it home safe and sound every night from the shop. Bought me that fur coat and everything.” you say and he drops his head with a chagrined expression. 

Atticus sits you down on your own two feet and looks at you for a moment. Both of his hands on your hips.

“And what did you do for him, hmm?” He asks tracing his hands over the ties of your robe letting it fall open in one swoop.

“You really wanna know?” You scoff and swat at his hands for asking such a witless and invasive question. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” he whispers before lowering to his knees. He places one of your shea butter lathered feet in his hand kissing it softly before moving to the other.

Atticus wraps his strong arms around your waist and kisses your belly button. 

You push his mouth from suckling open mouth kisses onto your clothed mound and saunter away from him and over to the record player.

You search through the collection until you reach Big Mama Thornton. You laugh to yourself as “Hound Dog” starts to echo throughout the room.

“You’re ever the jokester ain’t you?” Atticus says with a laugh of his own as you sway your hips to the music and dance over to him.

“Dance with me” you call out to him as he comes up behind you and you gasp at the feeling of how hard he is just from caressing you moments before.

He meets your movements grinding with a shimmy of his own as he matches your movements of doing the twist and you sway your hips flush against him. His hands ghost against your thighs again and up your body. He takes note that you’re not wearing anything under your silk nightgown. 

Atticus  caresses over your breasts carefully massaging over the almond coloured buds as you let out a soft moan and place your hands over his.

You turn your head to kiss him again this time less innocently than before as you guide his hands in yours and slide them down your body while never losing the beat of the song. 

Goosebumps begin to pepper your skin  and your breath hitches as his hands settle between your thighs. He brings his fingers to his mouth before moving between your legs again.

Atticus’s nails drag softly up your left thigh as he grips it and brings you closer to feel how he’s already hardening for you. You ride his hand for a moment trying to control your temperature that’s already too high for the average human body. 

The flames of the candles dance as your excitement and wetness heightens and you tap against his thigh to warn him. 

He laughs deeply as he works over your clit skillfully and methodically. “I remember” he says simply and your eyes roll back as you utter the word “out” assertively. 

All of the candles burn out instantly and you revel in the feeling of his fingers treating your body and your flower like a Shenzhen Nongke Orchid. 

“You’re two seconds away from making me nut in my trousers like we’re back in your dorm all over again.” he mumbles while nipping at your neck and your deep dark chestnut eyes slowly fade to a golden hue to a soft glow of scarlett red.  

You nod giving him your consent as you lay over the couch. You wiggle your ass in the air , knowing that he’s watching while working his boxers down too.

He slowly works his way into you before slowly pulling out and watching his member glisten fully saturated by your nectar as he works his length up and down you before entering you again. 

The little gasp you let out echoed through the room and the candles were lit again momentarily with the flames dancing around as you bury your face into the couch pillow.

He gripped your hips firmly bringing you back and down onto him as his other hand gripped your silk gown. 

“Mhmmm, hmmph.” was all that left Atticus’s mouth as he sinks into your warmth the second time. 

“Careful. Slowly, I don’t want to hurt you.” you rasp as he circles his hips finding the right rhythm for both of you as the little pants and shrieks fall from your lips when he pushes deeper into the right spot.

“All the times I’ve made love to you and you haven’t hurt me once. I won’t mention the time you singed off one of my eyebrows though. That was my fault, I shouldn’t have tried to wake you up like that.” he soothes as he moves your silk gown up further to massage over your back and cheeks.

His large hands soothing over and kneading the knots and kinks from standing on your feet most days doing countless amounts of roller sets and bang cuts. 

“I know.” you whisper to him with a small laugh of your own. You drop your head slightly and arch your back when his hips finally rests flushed against your cheeks.

Your mouth goes slack as he picks up his pace but then pulls out.

“What the hell was that?” you question as you turn to face him. 

“Just wanted to see that’s all. Wanna look at this pretty face all glossy eyed and reciting my name like a poem.” he teases as he leans in to connect his lips to yours again, this time letting his tongue glide over your bottom lip until you’re suckling it softly.

He’s massaging his dick against you slowly as you pout and huff against his lips. Your legs begin to shake slightly and you can feel yourself heating up more.

“Shh shh shh, what do you want? Use your words.” he asks as his fingertips ghost over your breasts up to the sides of your face. The chill of his hands feeling like bursts of fresh air against you. 

Atticus lifts you once more to set you on the edge of the couch, his fingers tracing over your inner thighs. 

“You’re really going to tease me after I’ve already waited months to feel you. I really don’t want to get Martin to finish the job especially when you have the best d-” you let out a muffled moan as he places his fingers into your mouth and thrust into you again. 

You suckle his fingers, envisioning something else much bigger as he leans you on the edge of the couch and gives you what you’ve been missing for months. 

Resting your forehead on his shoulder you close your eyes enjoying the feeling of being full of him. 

You can feel him twitching inside of you as you begin to work down onto him, bouncing and coating his dick with you. 

You caress your own body letting your hand wander to your clit , skillfully massaging as Atticus watches on.

Both of your moans and sounds of him pounding into you flows with the music as you both cry out into each other’s mouths as your orgasm rocks through you both. 

Your fireplace goes out abruptly as you throw your head back and let out little uh uh mhhmmms.

Atticus leans down to place tender kisses between your breasts as he cums inside. 

You slowly continue your rhythm riding out the little waves of aftershock as his hips stutter and he lets his own praises of you fall from his lips this time. 

He slowly pulls out and swipes his thumb over next to your lips trying to fix your lipstick.

“Leave it, I was getting ready for a shower and the bed anyways. . . I’m sorry Atti.” you say to him softly as your fingertips trace his soft skin now donning a purple deep burgundy colour after being pressed against you for so long. 

“You’ve made me feel the best I've felt all damn year. You ain't got a thing to be sorry for. I’m the one that came to apologize. I was just too bullheaded  to realise that everything isn’t about just me. I regretted it the moment I got there. . The war. Ji-Ha. You finding out about Leti the way you did. It wasn’t like that in the beginning. I was supposed to go off and figure all out on my own. Somewhere down the line after you see enough crazy shit together. Things get all mixed up.. I’m sorry for all of that too.  I just wanna come home. Tired of all these things that don’t make no sense when everything that makes perfect sense has been here the whole time.” he explains and you nod along listening to his words, mulling them over. 

“Well you definitely scared the shit outta me… I checked that mailbox everyday for months waiting for a letter from you. And I think whatever you were searching for out there scared the shit outta you too. I think all of this made us both realise that we don’t really wanna be without each other..But next time if you’re gonna go off, play detective, and uncover some great family mystery,the smartest decision would be to take  the walking fireball with you. Yeah? And who’s Christina? ” you ask him as he carries you off with him towards your bathroom. 

“The dreams. I was wondering why I kept seeing snakes every day for a week. I ain't going nowhere. It’s gon’ take me all weekend just to explain all the shit I’ve seen in the last 6 months as it is-” 

(not my best but i still hope yall enjoy! i’m knocking the writing rust off after a few weeks of not writing new stuff. seasonal depressive be hitting different. alright my boos x ) 

#lovecraft country #atticus freeman #jonathan majors #fanfic for black girls #lovecraft country fic

[glenncoco4]

20 Years in the Making

A/N: Finally, part 2 to Second Place.

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After the last of the presents are opened, the couple shares a knowing look and being as nervous as she is, Kensi nods to her boyfriend, giving him permission to break the news to their mothers.

Deeks intertwines their fingers, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before turning to the moms who are still staring at them with shit eating grins on their faces like they have been all morning. “Okay, now we have one last present for you two. It’s from both of us but if you want it you have to get dressed because it’s outside."

“Is it a new car?” Julia asks excitedly as she looks from her best friend to their kids.

Roberta quickly reaches for Julia’s hand. “Shirtless firefighters?”

Deeks sighs, unable to stop from rolling his eyes as the pair shout out their ridiculous guesses, especially his mother’s. “No and definitely not.”

The matriarchs looks at the couple confusedly, trying to read in their eyes what they may be in for.

Knowing hey have no time for this stare down, Kensi stands up and ushers the two best friends towards their rooms in hopes to get going. “Hurry up!”

As the moms run off down the hallway, Kensi turns back around, nervously looking at her best friend. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

Deeks shakes his head as his hands find her waist, pulling her body against his before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. “I've been dreaming about this day ever since I was a little kid.”

She pulls back from his embrace as she takes a deep breath. The way he’s looking at her right now is something she’s never let herself see before. She of course had these instances throughout their friendship where she thought there was something more displayed in his eyes as he looked at her but never had the guts to ask him about it, and now it’s all she sees. “You’re so in love. It’s kinda gross.”

“I'll show you gross.” His eyes get a playful spark as he picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

XXXX

After their wrestling match on their bed the lifelong best friends get dressed before making their way outside the cabin, calling after their moms. Stepping out into the brisk morning air of the Sierra’s, Deeks joins his girlfriend on the porch, placing a kiss to her forehead before taking her hand as the anticipation of what’s about to happen grows exceedingly large.

Five minutes later Julia and Roberta finally grace their kids with their presence and are finally able to lead the pair to the wooded area just on the other side of the village.

The four of them make their way past the other cabins before reaching a wooded area with a clear pathway running through the trees.

Much to their chagrin Julia and Roberta follow their kids down the snow covered trail as a light snowfall begins to trickle down on them. “Martin, I’ve seen too many episodes of Snapped to know this never turns out good.”

“Okay, relax.” Deeks shakes his head as the laughter of his girlfriend fills his ears. He looks at her then and his catches his breath at this moment. She’s so carefree; so happy, and he for one can’t wait to spend every day like this, no matter how ridiculous it may be, with her, loving her and being loved by her.

Once they make it through the bushel of trees, Kensi and Deeks are taken back by how perfect the scene is. These plans that they made were more of a last minute thing so they didn’t really have the opportunity to actually come here and picture it, but now seeing it in person, they know this was the perfect place.

Julia gasps as she and Roberta take in the mountainous view and the beautiful frozen lake before them. The snowfall is light, which brings a magical aura to the whole atmosphere. “Oh, wow.”

As they look at the edge of the lake, a woman waves at them, immediately bringing smiles to the couple’s faces. This is it.

The women continue to follow their children before they notice the strange woman a few feet ahead of them. “Who’s that?”

“She’s part of the surprise.”

“Oh, so you hired someone to do your dirty work for you.”

Deeks is sure now more than ever that his mother needs a new hobby. “Dear god.”

As they approach the brunette woman she sends them a warm smile. “Hey, guys.”

Kensi closes the distance between the two, wrapping her arms around the older woman, forever grateful that she took time out of her busy schedule to do this for them. “Hi, Amy. Thank you for doing this on such short notice.”

Deeks follows his girlfriend’s actions and gives her wraps the woman up in a hug, forever grateful. “Yeah, we really appreciate it and sorry about the wait. Thelma and Louise over here took longer than expected to get dressed.”

“Not a problem at all.”

Roberta being Roberta doesn’t like being on the outside looking in so she looks between the trio asking the question that she and Julia are both wondering. “Are you gonna tell us what we’re doing here?”

“Well, you remember that binder you guys were talking about last night.”

Julia nods her head, not really understanding where this is going. “Yeah?”

Kensi smiles as she encircles her arms around her boyfriend’s forearm. “You can throw it away.”

“What? Whyyyyy?” Julia whines at the same time as her best friend starts to get agitated.

“Over my dead body.”

The blonde smiles, knowing the next string of word are going to send their moms into delirium. “You can throw it away because after today it won’t be of any use.”

Realization crosses over Roberta when the couple shares a kiss. That paired with the strange woman standing in the background, looking on with a smile. “Hold the fucking phone?”

“Mom!”

The brunette matriarch finally catches on, tears springing to her eyes. “Wait, so you two are…”

“Surprise?”

Roberta’s eyes light up as she wraps her arm around her best friend. If anyone knows how excited she was it was Julia. “Well then what are we waiting for?”

Amy laughs as the couple turns towards each other excitedly, sharing a kiss before she starts. “So I have it on good authority that you two have written your own vows.”

They both nod. If there were a time to tell each other how they truly feel, it was this moment, even if their moms would coo at them for the rest of their lives.

Amy usher, too Deeks, giving him the go ahead.

Taking hold of her hands, the blonde takes a deep breath. His cerulean blues latching onto those mismatched chocolate orbs that took his breath away for the first time 20 years ago. “Kens, I’ve loved you my whole life and it was only until recently that it was pointed out to me that best friends don’t normally feel the kind of love that I feel for you. You’re more than my best friend and every day that I’m with you is the best day of my life. You make me want to be better, to do better. You’ve been with me in my highest of highs and lowest of lows and I can always count on you. And that smile,” At that moment her eyes light up and she flashes him those pearly whites. “god, baby, that smile. That’s what gets me through a tough day or any day.” He can feel the tears spring to his eyes as he takes in this moment. Reaching into his pocket, the lawyer pulls out a tiny silver band with an intimate blue stone, one that she so clearly recognizes. “I’ve been holding onto this for 8 years.” He brings his hand up to wipe away the lone tear that’s falling down her cheek, seeing the clear question in her eyes. “I saw you looking at it while I was grabbing our tickets for G.I. Jane. I know you don’t like jewelry all that much but when I saw the look on your face as you looked at that ring, I knew I would do anything to get it for you. So that night I went back and bought it. I wasn’t really sure when I was going to give it to you because it seemed too important for just any day so I told myself I would know when the right time was and it’s been in my wallet ever since then. And I’m pretty sure this is good as time as any.” He slides the ring onto her finger with the brightest smile imaginable on his face. “I love you so much, Kensi Marie Blye and I can’t wait to be your whipping boy for the rest of my life.”

The brunette’s jaw drops open, trying to hide her smile as she swat at his shoulder. This is the man she loves.

She has to take a calming breath before she can get the words out. There’s a very strong possibility that she won’t be able to get through the rest of this without balling her eyes out. “Marty, you changed my life in so many ways, there’s too many to count. You’ve been my sole confidant and biggest supporter ever since I’ve known you and for that reason, I will love you forever.  We’ve been through so much together; we’ve laughed; we’ve cried. Hell, you even let me paint your toenails and fingernails because I was so bored after school one day.” She shakes her head at the memory. They’re ridiculous, but they’re ridiculous together. “The time that sticks out to me most though is when you were there for me after my dad died. You let me cry, you held me and told me how much my dad loved me and then you started telling me about all the different stories you remembered. You made me laugh when I was having the darkest moment of my life and I’ll never forget that.” He reaches up, cradling her face. His thumb moving back and forth across her cheek in soothing motions, giving her the extra strength to get her words out. “I never told anyone this but that first day, when you showed up to the house with trashy movies and a bag full of junk food…that’s the day I knew I loved you as more than my best friend. I knew that whatever life threw at me I could take it because you were there to catch me if I ever started to fall.”

The pair’s eyes stay locked as they continue to swirl with emotion. Neither willing to break the bubble that surrounds them.

It’s not until they hear audible sobs from their moms a few feet away and Amy pronouncing them as husband and wife until they’re brought back to earth.

“It’s my pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife.”

He pulls her into him, crashing his lips to hers as the feeling of complete and utter love washes over their entire being. They start to get carried away and are again lost in the moment before Roberta once again makes herself known.

“So when can we expect grandchildren?”

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A/N: Hope you guys liked it!

#Densi #Densi AU #Densi Fanfic #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #Julia Blye #Roberta Deeks #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic

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And for the world record of asks, this person is back again. I’m just a huge sucker for your stories, I’m sorry bro 🤧🖤

When you have time and you feel like it why not try doing something like Martin’s s/o is a soldier and she just came home from, as my uncle said it, ‘Nam? So let’s say Martin is really excited since she’d been gone off and on for a couple years and a lot the final year it was all going on. He was getting ready to go to the air port but was working the last couple minutes of his shift. Then like a bus or something pulls up and she gets out and waits for him outside the shop. And he just kinda notices she’s like stoic and shell shocked so he tries his hardest to let her know he’s there and cares about her. I know that’s way too detailed but I’m a romantic fool for war reunitings like that. Also I apologize for the time shift lol. Hope you’re well, don’t feel like you have to write it 🖤

Ohh man, three decades later...

I really loved this ask, I thought it was really sweet<3 but apparently, I have to offer some sort of disclaimer.

I know nothing about war. I never wanted to be a solider. The closest I've got is an uncle who participated. I know nothing about Nam other than the textbooks-- and I'm not making light of anyone that died on either front. Let me just write the thing please... with no disrespect.

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The sound of your voice was etched into his brain, it was one of the few things that helped him fall asleep. He read the letters every day, the weeks were pretty much a blur. All filler days until Wednesday came and you had the opportunity to call him. There was so much he wanted to tell you, but he had no idea where to start. He just wanted to listen to your voice, you seemed excited at times-- almost exaggeratedly so. He just wanted to hold you. He refused to look at the news. He couldn’t imagine you immersed in such destruction. He only skimmed through the articles in fear that he might find your name in bold print in the very back.

Despite the situation, Martin was extremely proud of you. Your bravery, the sheer commitment to your country. You always said that you were going to enlist... so it didn’t matter whether or not you were drafted. For the longest, he figured you were joking. There was no way he could Imagine you, over there. Surrounded by chaos and destruction--and death. But, you were never more sure of anything in your entire life. He heard all the stories about your father,and his numerous accomplishments and accolades from war. The way your eyes would light up whenever you talked about him. He knew that you were about to live out your dream.

You were extremely serious about your training, you always had been. He was left in awe of your sheer athleticism. Even before you even mentioned your interest in enlisting-- you seemed as though you were preparing for something.

The weeks before your departure flew by in a blur. Each moment seemed to slip through his fingers, he wanted to be around you all the time. He tried to take in every detail, from your smile to the freckles on your cheeks. The way sunlight would bounce off your hair, the feel of your hand holding his. There was only time that he actually broke down, he actually begged you not to go. “We.. we can run off somewhere.. They’d never find you. J-just please don’t leave.” The words just seemed to escape, he instantly regretted them as he buried his face against your neck. He tried to control the sobs, but they continued to roll in wave after wave. So forceful, his voice no longer sounded like his own as his fingers grasp aimlessly at the hem of your shirt.

You weren’t phased...you didn’t yell at him for asking you to put off your dream. You began to rock him, gently as your fingers card through his hair “Sweetheart..it’s alright..It's gonna be alright. I wouldn’t leave if I felt any differently.” More muffled sobs, and you hold him tighter. You could faintly hear him mumble “I’m sorry” “It’s okay.” After a while, something seemed to switch over in his brain, you never lied. There was no way that you would leave him forever. You were going to be alright. He was sure of it. Needless to say he ended up ushering you upstairs, to your room. If Cuda wondered anything about him-- that was just too bad. He was adamant on staring with you for the rest of the night.

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He shouldn’t be this nervous.. It was the moment he had been anticipating for years. You had been involved for the duration of the War, the Months home seemed so few and far in between. Every time you returned, he promised himself not to get disillusioned. He enjoyed the moments he had with you--but constantly had to remind himself that it was only temporary. Sure, it sounds like an awful way of living--but he refused to let himself become complacent. He didn’t want to pretend that everything was normal, and you were finally here for good. He clung to you all the tighter--seemingly finding fascination in the little things. He appreciated you so much more. The depth of your kindness,all the little things you did to show him your love.

Martin’s hands flew over the register keys in a flurry of motion. If he kept moving, his hands didn’t seem to shake. His stomach was in knots, heartbeat hammering against his ribs. He could still remember the call from yesterday at two thirty in the afternoon. It was a call directly to the store, somehow the ring didn’t sound the same. For some reason, an image of you flashed through his mind and for a moment he wanted to be sick. That was another recurring change since your departure. He was so afraid to pick up the telephone. He was so scared that someday he’d pick up the phone to be met with a stranger informing him of the worst.

He reaches for the receiver only to be met with an empty dial tone. Someone else must have grabbed it. Knowing Martin’s luck, it was probably Him. He did his best to reduce the line, scanning..bagging items in a frenzy. After a while, Cuda Moved to join him behind the counter, he could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

The old Man had been alarmingly nice to him for the past few months. It was almost like when you first went away. Martin refused to leave his room, he’d neglect to come down for breakfast or supper. The old man would bang on the door, before slamming down the tray. “Eat! Nosferatu… I will not have you wither away in my house!” In a way your departure, and Martin’s reaction towards it left him actually human in Cuda’s eyes. He must care about the sanctity of human life just a bit. He cared about you. He tried to keep his insults to a minimum.

“Here… take it!” Cuda shoved the receiver into Martin’s hands.

He wanted to be sick… his vision began to blacken. He was expecting to be met with one of the patrol officer’s voices.

“H.. hello?”

“Baby, it’s over!”

It was you… he was so relieved.

“What?”

He could hear loud jeers from the background, muffled laughter as you spoke in the background.

“It’s over.. It’s finally over! I’m coming home on the next flight.”

From the sounds of it, you were at a pub or something, he could hear the jeers from your fellow soldiers. You seemed so overly happy, nearly frantic. He wanted to hold you so badly.

“Okay… When can I see you?” He tries to keep his voice as calm as possible. You weren’t calm in the least, he could already tell. You were simply trying to amp yourself up.. Attempting to sound excited as possible. His heart ached, just imagining everything that you’ve seen.

“Tomorrow.. Honey. Please meet me at the airport.” and with that, you hung up.

He would meet you there.

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That night passed in a gray and grainy blur. He couldn't sleep, he kept envisioning your face. He continued to hear massive explosions, the sound of brick collapsing over mortar. Children crying as missiles explode. He had this vision of you huddled in a doorway with one of your fellow men clinging to your arm. He could almost feel your tears seeping into his shirt, Please hold me closer. Your eyes were wide and frantic as you search his face for any form of shelter.

You’re alright...y/n.. Everything’s okay. Just come back to me now

~

Once there was finally a lull in the barrage of customers, Martin found himself staring out the window. This was the day, he couldn’t wait till three thirty. He would be at the airport, eagerly awaiting for you to arrive. It must have been a smudge on the glass, or either his mind was really starting to slip. Directly outside, standing under a billboard for Pepsi cola, he saw a lone figure that eerily resembled you.

“No… couldn’t be. It was only half past noon. “

He steps in closer pretending to wipe off the glass--as he peers in through the window. All color seems to drain from his face, pins and needles. It was you. Poised directly outside the shop, at the bus stop- duffel bag resting at your feet. You looked so tired and thin, he could almost see right through you.

You looked incredibly gaunt, the delicate curves of your cheeks replaced with harsh lines and angles.Your head was tilted towards ground, you were fiddling with some small object in your hand. Martin rushes out in an instant, completely ignoring the older woman that stepped into line. Everything seemed to move in slow motion the second he barged out the door.

The cars honked at him as he darts across the street, it was mere seconds until he was at your side. Grasping at your hands. “ Y/n… love, please look at me!”

You seemed to be in a bit of a trance as you continued to fiddle with the object in hand. From the looks of it, it was a small polished stone. Martin really didn't need to know where it came from or from who. He didn’t stop to question it, all he needed was you. The moment your eyes actually met, his arms immediately moved to your waist. You nearly fainted. Whether from shock dehydration or whatever else-- you found your arms draped across his neck. He carried you inside the shop, past the customers--ignoring Cuda’s stare, all the way into the break room.

The old man’s eyes settled on you, and he decided to keep most of his complaints at bay. He was so tired of watching Martin melancholically wither away at the table. You were home now, and hopefully you'd move him out of his sight.

~

Martin rummaged through the coolers to find ice packs to place along your neck. Digging out fresh pieces of steak to soothe your swollen eyes. You could hear Cuda ranting behind the walls--you glance over to Martin fretting over the deep freezer.

“You know that it was you right?” Your voice was barely a whisper. Martin immediately drops the frozen slabs of beef in his hand, as he scrambles close to your side.

“Me what?” His fingers lightly trace over your arms as he nuzzles in close. After everything, he was not going to cry. Not again. You were actually here. The faint smell of your skin… and your shampoo. The way your right hand immediately entangles in his hair. He missed you so much. He began to tell you all the things that he wanted to say, without the restraints of parchment paper.

He wanted to take care of you. Despite your tightly starched uniform, the pins on your collar digging into his cheek, you were exhausted.. To the truest extent of the word.

You were slouched back against the brick, sitting on top of one of Cuda’s deep freezers. The sight alone reminded him of the beginning of your relationship. He wanted to scoop you up into his arms, only to escape through the back window and sprint back to your place.

But instead, he was finally looking at you, in all of your glory, and completely broken at the same time. He continued to hold you, arms draped across your waist as you murmured...

“The memory of your face..Mar-you've got me through so much. I was never gonna leave you."

[jean----ralphio]

BoB liveblog ep 3

Feelings. I’m having them.

Episode 3: Carentan, but I’m renaming it my heart hurts because this ep is so heavy but also I’m happy cos the best thing possible happens AKA the return of Rich

00:01 THE MUSIC. UGH. WHISKEY STAT.

03:02 These men, I can’t, stop doing this to me Tom Hanks, I feel personally attacked by the pain

03:18 My husband has just informed me I shouldn’t drink while doing these liveblogs because it’s “unhealthy” and “dangerous” and “please stop drinking my whiskey and crying about Gabriel from Supernatural.” First of all, he’s fucking lucky I’m not filing for divorce. Secondly, I need to cope SOMEHOW! “Yes, but I really don’t think alcohol is the best choice as a coping mechanism.” WRONG ALCOHOL IS THE ONLY CHOICE.

03:46 Blithe! Whatcha doing baby?

03:55 Shifty! My angel son is here!

04:21 Real talk, the first thing I ever saw Marc Warren in was this hot as fuck movie with Lee Williams, I’ll google it hang on. OK it’s called ‘No night is too long’, its based off a book. Marc Warren plays this hot professor and Lee Williams is a uni student and the sex scene montage is seared in my memory forever, and there’s a kiss in elevator and it is something else. That’s all I remember when I see Marc. His character in it was super intense and kinda scary, so it’s funny to see him playing Blithe, who is baby.

05:17 Aw Shift, my little angel baby son

05:32 Perco! <3

05:41 Lieb I’ve missed you <3 Luz <3

06:11 Oh Blithe, sweetie.

06:38 Like. He’s functioning. But he’s also not functioning. Same tbh

06:58 Harrrrryyyy <3

07:18 “No talking, no smoking, and no playing grab-fanny with the guy in front of you, Luz!” Iconic.

08:01 “And another thing to remember, boys, flies spread disease! So keep yours closed!” Oh Luz, never change

08:15 Love these few seconds, the fire and the water and the silhouettes

09:11 What do you mean again! How many times have you lost them, Harry?!

09:44 Yay the husbands are here. I’ve missed them. BUT YOU KNOW WHO I MISS THE MOST? RICH. WHERE IS HE?

10:40 You’re the yokel, sweetie

10:50 It’s OK, baby Blithe!

11:02 Look, Dad and his husband are here, you’re safe

11:27 Ugh that scene

12:00 I don’t like this, Dick

12:35 “WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO!”

               “I HAVE NO IDEA!”

               Iconic.

12:45 Move, boys! Listen to Dad!

13:11 BABY NO DON’T TAKE YOUR HELMET OFF!

13:31 Angel son, be careful

13:45 God how do they even know where to shoot?

14:08 Shifty! I said be careful!

14:09 God he’s good

14:23 No baby!

14:40 That was boss, random dude. Tipper?

14:50 Angel son

15:01 Boys. God.

15:40 Was that necessary?

15:41 Well, it led to that boss scene for one, I guess. Iconic.

15:57 Naw, Luz had a feeling <3 And he was right!

16:08 Leave them, baby

16:46 Buck lmao

16:57 Sweetie it’s OK! Oh no, baby ☹

17:10 Roe <3

17:18 Me too, babe

17:38 Ah, Lip! Speirs, come save him!

17:53 Lol poor Lip! Oh no, not the goods!

18:01 I’m happy for you, and Speirs, lmao

18:39 Yeah, you show that outhouse, Tip. It was looking shady as fuck to be fair

18:48 Oh fuck.

18:56 This bit though, the distorted sound… fuck

19:25 Oh Lieb <3

19:35 Lieb, you always try to pretend you don’t care and that you’re badass but you’re not fooling me <3

19:44 Baby, no, wtf are you doing?

19:53 IT’S RICH! OH THANK FUCK! I’VE BEEN SO FUCKING WORRIED. I’M SO PHYSICALLY RELEIEVED LMAO

20:02 My heart

20:27 God

20:34 Where tf did you find that horse?!

20:50 You named him fat boy??

21:02 Oh, honey. I can’t make jokes. It’s a stressful time for us all, me especially, due to the lack of Rich.

21:06 Nix. No.

21:10 Husbands <3

21:14 Baby! Nix go back and help.

21:23 He’s like ugh tf I don’t have time for this! Mood

21:34 This is the first time we hear Roe speak <3

21:43 Listen to him, Dick!

21:45 Hey Buck

22:22 Lord, thank you for Shane’s face.

22:31 Roe’s like wtf you gonna do?

22:55 Baby don’t cry!

23:32 You didn’t let anyone down! It’s OK!

23:43 Oh Dick called him son, I can’t

23:57 Dad healing vibes.

24:11 Dick is legit a Dad now. Is this how the adoption process works?

24:41 Roe is like tf just happened

24:53 RICH! RICH!!!! <3

24:59 Ew

25:05 Don’t touch it, Rich, yucky.

25:21 Oh God. Terrifying.

25:22 Riiiiich, I’ve missed you so much

25:30 Speirs just wants to get back to killing ASAP

25:37 Terrifying. Pretty. But terrifying.

25:41 Mood, Penk

25:56 Riiiich <3 He looks so golden in the sunlight <3

25:58 Paused here a while. His face is beneficial to my health and well-being, OK? Also, third whiskey

26:04 RIIICCH <3 He’s such a wind up. He’s so pretty and golden! Look at his eyes and his little lock of hair and his stubble, I can’t even.

26:17 I can’t. His eyes. Even in the shade you can see they’re so pretty <3

26:36 So much Rich content. I’m so happy.

26:59 Lord. I love Rich. But Matthew is a freaking fox.

27:10 *happy sigh*

27:20 Rich’s hair is so blonde here

27:28 Rich stop throwing things at people!

27:37 Blithe is still a wee bit batshit, but he’s still the only voice of reason in this little party, which is concerning.

28:19 LMAO LUZ “Oh Jesus Christ, Frank, I don’t know, until they tell us to stop.” He’s always such a mood.

28:38 Hoob looks like he needs a bath.

29:02 Move, babies, move

29:38 That day-night transition tho

29:52 Hey Johnny

30:02 Mood

30:07 Harry. Stop. Cute.

30:30 Johnny, I’m not sure I appreciate your little “You can count on ME sir” as if Harry can’t count on Blithe! Don’t be rude.

30:33 Harry! Fucking fall on him why don’t you!

31:06 Tell that to Ross

31:34 Dad’s here

32:37 Oh Harry

32:38 “War is hell” You little shit! Iconic

33:08 Oh God

33:21 Roe <3 He got there quick! I feel like he doesn’t sleep, that he just hangs around in the back waiting to run in and save people <3

33:27 Oh, baby ☹

33:32 Blithe, it’s OK. He looks so scared!

33:55 Johnny, I have several things to say to you. Number 1, how dare you look so hot in this lighting. Number 2, don’t be so freaking lazy! Number 3, leave poor Blithe alone! He is having a Difficult Time. God Johnny is so unimpressed with him tho.

34:35 I would be more scared to run into Speirs, rather than the enemy. He is more terrifying tbh.

34:46 So. Intimidating.

34:54 Nervous? Yes, case in point.

35:01 Oh Christ here we go. Welcome to the Speirs is batshit and murder-hungry show.

35:27 Lol at Johnny suddenly waking up cos he heard gossip

35:40 Goodnight Johnny ‘Unimpressed’ Martin ILY

36:06 Don’t kill him, please

36:33 GDI Speirs

36:53 Literally no one else wants to be like that, Speirs, just you.

37:58 God

38:33 I need to see Rich. I feel like he was back in that field with Malark but I couldn’t make him out properly and I am now Upset.

38:52 Dick is so boss.

39:18 Oh, baby, oh dear

39:42 Ugh, oh no

40:02 Noooo don’t abandon Easy

40:22 Dad’s here, it’s OK

40:57 Dick get down from up there, you’ll get hit

42:08 Lol at Harry

43:18 RICH

43:48 Nix just chillin with his binoculars on his hill the whole time

44:20 Naw Rich just got back with the ammo and now the party is over

45:05 Oh

45:29 I got chills, the way he just disappears

48:11 So touching

48:46 Harry’s not happy

48:57 lol they’re all like nope, don’t make eye contact

48:58 Aw Blithe levelled up, plus 1 courage

49:00 No, not my angel son, you leave him back where it’s safe Harry

49:28 Aw, Harry’s smile <3

49:59 Nix don’t be so crass

51:00 ROE <3

51:28 Aw Harry, it’s not your fault

51:52 I love this. Harry and Dick in the shade, the boys all chillin in the sun. It feels peaceful and like they’re getting some rest, but like it’s not comfortable. Both legit because they’re lying about on rocks and rubble, and like the general mood and tension. It’s not safe yet, and the environment reflects that and this show, I can’t with this fucking masterpiece of a show sometimes I swear

52:25 “That’s why I came to France. To please General Taylor.” Another zinger from Harry! Give me one line of his that is not iconic and I will give you my firstborn

53:34 Oh Blithe <3

53:56 Aw Malark <3

54:15 Dorks

54:53 RICH

55:14 Lol at Malark stealing Rich’s cigarette

55:19 Oh Lord, the way Dick’s face falls. God, that look. Also do you two husbands need to be that close? No, but please continue.

55:27 Babe <3

55:37 Aw the Dad club assembling is never good. Fun’s over.

55:44 Laughing Rich is all I need in this world

56:00 Bill stop groping him, that’s Roe’s job

56:04 Rich <3

56:13 Aw Babe has a new friend

56:16 Rich in the background <3

56:28 Oh Lip

56:31 That’s sweet of you Smokey

56:49 Lip <3

57:02 RICH’S FACE OMG

57:25 Poor Lip, having to do this.

57:29 RICH

57:36 OMG it’s an actual woman

57:48 Good on you Malark

58:07 Cute

58:17 So sweet

58:32 Oh God, this scene. It’s actually a little surprising she’s not figuring it out on her own

58:37 Oh, his face

58:57 Scott does such a beautiful job in this scene, portraying the emotion without much dialogue, not quite meeting her eyes when he should because he’s trying to hide his shock and sadness

59:40 Oh Blithe.

In conclusion I am happy and sad. It’s a very confusing time. 

#band of brothers #liveblog #rsj #this one hits right in the feels

[redshirtgal]

Sometimes Memory Alpha picks the worst photos to represent a character. For example, this one. Identified only as a sciences crew woman in “The Alternative Factor,”  this young lady looks like the last person in the world you would want to approach. That look would freeze winter in its tracks. But did you know this episode was not her only appearance?

But actually, she has quite a pleasant smile and seems to be on good terms with Charlene Matthews and her assistant.  One thing we can determine by both photos is that she has quite a distinctive hair style. And that makes it easy to identify her throughout the several episodes she is in.

Going by production order, this young crew woman first appeared as part of the audience in this scene of “The Conscience of the King.” Sadly, it is impossible to determine where she is because of the lighting. Even sadder, she is never given a name in any episode. So our only recourse is to either make up one or call her by her stage name, Carey Foster. And since the only made up name we could think of was Yeoman Side Flip.... well, yeah. Carey Foster is a much better choice.

Foster appears for the second time in “The Squire of Gothos” (in the upper left corner) merely as one of those crew members who blend into the background on the bridge. Although she is certainly going somewhere in a hurry. 

Her appearance in “The Alternative Factor” was her third as a science crew woman. Not only does her hair style stand out but so do her long legs. Those legs might be part of the reason the crewman is grinning while he is watching her carry her coffee starting with the moment she pulls it out of the food synthesizer slot and all the way up to the moment she joins Lt. Masters and her assistant. Btw, watch this scene on your own and see if you can identify the crewman who seems so entranced with her. One odd factoid worth noting - according to Star Trek Fact Check (http://startrekfactcheck.blogspot.com/) , it appears that Carey Foster along another extra were upgraded from background extra to performer. Which we believe means they both were paid SAG wages. The blog backs this up with notes from the production sheet. That’s a nice little bump in salary, so evidently (as the blog surmises) both Carey Foster and another extra by the name Tom Steele were part of a deleted scene in which they both had a line. We don’t even see this male extra in the final version so we can’t tell if he is the same Tom Steele who was an extra in “Bread and Circuses.” At least Ms Foster’s part was kept in the scene after the deletions were made. 

The next time we see her is in “This Side of Paradise” when she is part of the crew who beamed down to Omicron Ceti III to join Spock, McCoy, Sulu and the others who have already decided to stay there rather than serve on the Enterprise. In the first photo, you can easily identify Carey from the back of her head. But if you aren’t sure, take a look at the second photo where she turns slightly to the side and you can tell it is the same crew woman.  Also, take a good look at the hair of the young lady in front of her. We can’t be positive, but the color and style of her hair looks very much like that of the red skirt in the front of the audience at the end of “The Conscience of the King.”  How frustrating that we recognize her in that episode but cannot identify where Carey Foster appears. 

Carey exchanges her science blues for technical services red in “The Devil in the Dark.” She is practically the first person the captain sees when he exits the turbolift and returns to the bridge at the end. And yes, that is definitely the same actress as the science crew woman we saw in “The Alternative Factor.” One look at that hair...

In “Errand of Mercy” Carey Foster is still in her red uniform and appears to be handing Captain Kirk a tricorder instead of a clipboard just before the Klingon attack at the start of the episode. 

We could not make a positive ID but we are almost sure this is the final appearance of Carey Foster in “Operation Annihilate.” The hair is close to the right color and there certainly is an upturn in her hair where it hits her shoulders. Production notes verify she is in this episode, according to Memory Alpha. However, we can’t promise you this is her. Still, she has had an amazing run. Carey Foster appeared in a total of seven episodes, which is pretty good for an extra. Not many of the ones who played a unnamed crewman got called back for more than two or three episodes. Why was this actress so lucky? 

(Above - two early publicity photos of Carey Foster. Note the hairstyle in the second photo)

Possibly because she first appeared in several episodes of The Lieutenant, the first television series created and produced by Gene Roddenberry. After all, Joseph D’Agosta was The Lieutenant’s assistant casting director and became the casting director for Star Trek’s entire run. This could easily be a coincidence but then many actors who appeared on Star Trek also appeared in The Lieutenant including Gary Lockwood, Don Marshall, Leslie Parrish, and Nichelle Nichols.  Actually, Carey’s first Hollywood break was through her talent as a dancer. She had always wanted to dance since she was a young girl. She was so talented, she was allowed to enter an elite dance studio at the age of eleven, where she was given a full scholarship. On the day of her audition, she encountered her role model, Leslie Caron. Two of her dance studio classmates were Annette Funicello and Liza Minelli.  At age 16, she auditioned for a part in West Side Story. She and the other girls followed the directions of both Jerome Robbins and Director Robert Wise and she was one of the lucky ones chosen for a part. However, because her young age required a tutor on set and specific work hour requirements, she and some other young ladies were let go. But even though her dance career got off to a rough start, Miss Foster still found work dancing in industrial entertainment films (which were the subject of a fascinating documentary called Bathtubs Over Broadway).

 A choreographer friend got her a stint working at the recently opened Cal-Neva Lodge in Lake Tahoe. Frank Sinatra was the owner and she recounts that he took the younger dancers under his protective wing, asking them to point out anyone who bothered them. From there, she landed a spot as one of the dancers seen on The Dean Martin Show.  With more exposure, Carey was able to successfully land work as a dancer in several Hollywood movies. Above is her appearance as one of the Winter-A-Go-Go dancers in the movie of the same name.  She is the second dancer from the right (in front of the young man in the green sweater).

There was another better known actress in this movie by the name of Julie Parrish, who played DeeDee. She is the young lady dressed in purple in the promotional poster to the left. We know her as Miss Piper, the assistant of Commodore Mendez in “The Menagerie,” Part One. 

Carey Foster also appeared in similar roles in Annette Funicello’s Pajama Party and Elvis Presley’s Kissin’ Cousins. Carey is the one in the teal top above. At the bottom of the photo you can see a girl with a yellow bikini top. That is the female lead of the movie, Yvonne Craig. Carey remembers Elvis as being very personable and starved for conversation with the younger cast members. Annette Funicello, on the other hand, was stand-offish and didn’t spend much time socializing on the set. Ms Funicello’s name is probably not familiar to many people outside of us Baby Boomers who remember her as the darling of many a Walt Disney production.

Not listed in her IMDb credits, but confirmed in an interview with Carey Foster (as Emmy Lou Crawford) in the Santa Barbara Sentinel, was an appearance in the 1969 blockbuster hit, Hello Dolly! She is the lady in the yellow dress seated to Barbara Streisand’s left. This would have been one of her last appearances in Hollywood, although she was an assistant choreographer on 1969′s television special for Jack Benny’s birthday celebration. By that time, Carey was married and had a family. Her husband, John Robert Crawford, had a one film Hollywood career. Howard Hawks hired him based purely on his race car prowess to appear in Red Line 7000. The only thing noteworthy about that movie was the appearance of up and coming co-star James Caan. Together they had one daughter, Sean Crawford. Hollywood was losing its appeal and Carey Foster was now becoming more interested in making sure her daughter had the best education possible.

To achieve that, Carey Foster went back to using her real name of Emmy Lou Crawford and became a certified Montessori instructor. And of course, a dance teacher. Now she and her daughter Sean have opened their own studio, Inspire Dance. From that smile on her face, Emmy Lou seems to revel in encouraging young dancers just the way she was growing up.

#Star Trek TOS #Sciences crew woman #Emmy Lou Crawford #Carey Foster

[hazelandglasz]

Hi Naomi! I want to say I loooove your cute fluffy AU's and here's [sunshineoptimismandangels*tumblr*com/post/140163639968/] this thingy that I know you can make such a sweet little fic of, so if I ask nicely enough, will you do it with klaine please? Pleeeease? And since I'm already writing to you, I want to thank you for all your amazing works. As a fanfiction addict, I love every single letter of them! ^^

> “So we’ve never met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we’re showering at the same time and we sing duets.” AU

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There are many things that Blaine loves about his apartment, about his new life in New York.

The bricks on the wall of his living room, which gives the place a proper “loft” feel even though it’s quite a small place.

The kitchen space, which is almost exactly what he always wanted.

The bodega right around the corner, always open when Blaine has a craving that needs to be filled.

And finally, the bathroom.

God, does Blaine love his bathroom. It’s small, sure, but it’s so pretty and light.

And the shower itself is heaven on Earth. Just the perfect amount of pressure, and the acoustics!

Every time he even hums in the shower feels like he’s singing at Madison Square Garden.

If his short walk to the bathroom taught him anything, it’s that today will require a lot if he wants to keep his energy up.

So, so cold.

Brrr-levels of cold.

Blaine starts humming the tune of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” while the water heats up, but he almost drops his bottle of shampoo when, from the other side of the wall, someone sings the first line, humming the responding part when Blaine remains quiet.

He lathers the shampoo into his hair, while his neighbor has a duet by himself.

Before he decides to join in, because the man has a beautiful voice and Blaine would be an idiot not to seize the opportunity of singing with such a performer.

The next chance he gets, Blaine sings. 

“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?”

The man on the other side of the wall pauses before singing his part.

“My father will be pacing the floor.”

“Listen to the fire place roar.”

They sing the whole song, Blaine’s fingers pruning when they get to the finale.

His neighbor claps. “Well done,” they say, making Blaine smile.

“Not too bad yourself, neighbor,” he replies, turning off the water. “Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

So, that was new. That never happened before.

Then again, the apartment next door was sold while Blaine was visiting his brother on the West Coast, as Mrs. Pavarotti left the building to move in with her sister in Florida.

All right, Blaine muses as he towels himself dry, so he has a new neighbor with quite an impressive voice.

He wonders if the songs he sings match the plumage of the man’s wings, so to speak.

The question haunts him for several weeks, as a matter of fact, because no matter what time he leaves the apartment or comes back home, he never manages to meet his lovely duet partner.

And yes, the man next door is officially Blaine’s favorite duet partner. They have sung all kinds of songs—their selection covers the vast range between Dean Martin and the Neon Trees—and if anything, Blaine feels like singing in the morning with his neighbor only improves his own performance.

One morning, though, Blaine feels like he’s… intruding in something very private.

Like his neighbor is showing a side of him Blaine never saw until now.

On this special morning, Next Door Neighbor decides to sing “Blackbird”. It doesn’t call for Blaine to sing along, particularly since his neighbor’s voice seems rougher than usual. He simply listens, and acts as a background singer during the chorus.

Something is shifting, and Blaine can’t put his fingers on it as he gets dressed and arranges his hair.

He wouldn’t be able to tell you what force pushes him to rush out of the apartment before being completely ready, carrying two mugs of coffee, to knock on the door.

An action he never even considered.

The door opens on a man whose voice, yes, is mirrored by his appearance—though there is a sadness there that Blaine didn’t picture before.

“Yes?”

“Hi,” Blaine says, getting a hold of himself even though his heart beats madly in his chest. “I’m Blaine, your—your neighbor next door.”

Some of the sadness melts away as the man looks at Blaine, the shadow of a smile slowly appearing on his lips.

“Ah. My Warbler, then.”

Blaine doesn’t mind the nickname one bit. “I suppose that’s me. Coffee?”

This time, the smile is wider. “I liked your voice, Blaine, but you’re climbing in my ranking of friends and acquaintances.”

“You’re welcome,” Blaine says, holding up the mug, letting his voice hang just long enough for the man to realize he never gave him his name.

“Oh. I’m Kurt. Kurt Hummel.”  

They shake hands, still holding the mugs of coffee while they stand around Kurt’s door.

Kurt lets go of Blaine’s hand and wraps his hands around the mug. “Do you… want to come in?”

Blaine does, he does want to come in, to talk, about everything and anything, but particularly about the sadness still present in Kurt’s eyes, but he can’t.

“I have to go to work”, he says, “but let’s just say that your song selection this morning—it moved me, and I had to check that you were, um, that you were alright.”

Kurt stays silent, and Blaine wants to just rewind the last few seconds. 

Before Blaine can apologize or take it back, Kurt brushes his fingers against his hand. “It’s… it’s very kind of you, Blaine. I am—it’s…” He pauses, closing his eyes briefly before returning their amazing blue to Blaine. “I really appreciate it. If you have to go, maybe we could go get a drink tonight? I have a feeling there is a lot we need to talk about.”

Blaine can’t help but beam at Kurt. “That’s a great idea, Kurt,” he says, mentally checking his plans. “We can meet at Yours Sincerely?”

Kurt’s smile turns crooked. “I have heard of it but never got the time to pay them a visit.”

“Two birds with one stone, then.”

“Though everybody says it’s a perfect first date spot.”

Blaine can feel his face heating up. “We’ll have to check for ourselves if that reputation is justified.”

Kurt blushes too, hiding his face behind Blaine’s mug as he empties it. “Thank you again for the coffee, and see you tonight then.”

“See you tonight.”

(They manage to go through the entire menu in the course of twenty or so dates. Their first kiss happens over an exchange of cocktails, Desert spoon and Pineapple Express to be precise. Two years later, they have a double proposal and their engagement in a karaoke bar because where else could they celebrate their love for each other and their gratitude to songs?)

#Anonymous #sometimes i write #klaine au #neighbors au #duets #fluff

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

Little Prince Caspian (movie) things

Here is my stream of consciousness from rewatching Prince Caspian. IDK if anyone will take the time to read through this lol but here it issss

-Queen Prunarismia, upon delivering and being handed her newborn baby, immediately checks with eagerness (and anxiety?) to see if it’s a boy.

-Susan sits by herself at school. She prefers to be left alone.

-the look of fear on Lucy’s face, and disappointment in Susan ‘s, when Peter is fighting.

-Peter’s desperate look at them when he sees them and realizes they must be disappointed.

-“Act your age” -Security guard to Peter

-it’s weird for me because Ed and Lu changed so much between movies. Ed’s voice obviously got deeper, but Lucy’s did too. She seems SO much older.

-Lucy falling in the water on the beach was probably Georgie falling in real life let’s be honest

-the Cair ruins are SO PRETTY.

-Pevensies running barefoot through the castle ruins

-OK BUT MIRAZ’S BABY IS REALLY CUTE

-I loooooove the Spanish accents.

-“Abducted....... by NARNIANS.”

-the Telmarines calling Narnians “fairy tales” ohhhhhh the irony

-Ok but? Peter does this thing with his head when he’s looking at his statue in the treasure room? He almost shakes his head? As if to say “I can’t believe that was me” or “why am I not like that now”???

-Ed turning away to laugh when Peter includes “The Magnificent”

-Ed’s smile when Peter tells the DLF that Ed will fight him

-the little embroideries on Caspian’s night shirt :)

-parallel between Badger believing Caspian is going to save them and Beaver believing the Pevensies were going to save them

-Pevensies in the history textbooks

-Abcient professor, having studied the Pevensies his whole life, suddenly has an arrow from QUEEN SUSAN in his OFFICE??? (Miraz stabs it in his book)

-his smile. The look in his eyes. The HOPE. The TRIUMPH. The SMIRK.

-that shot. The one looking up into the sky from the water. With the sun and the boat. And the music.

-I love how Lucy and Susan’s hair get frizzy when they’re on the water in the boat. Like? Same. Yet they still look like angels

-Lucy just wants to talk to the friendly Bear!!!

-Peter brandishing his sword and hugging Lucy with the other arm

-the way the Narnian theme turns minor as it shows the steep cliff drop off

-Lucy’s smile when she sees Aslan.

-Lucy trying not to cry after seeing Aslan and Edmund looking all compassionate

-the little lights in the trees during the council meeting in the woods with Caspian

-I REALLY LOVE CASPIAN’S ACCENT WHY DIDNT THEY KEEP IT

-How did no one see the Pevensies hidden behind the log? Susan’s red arrows stick out like a sore thumb

-Parallel between trebuchets at Beruna and the leftover ones at Cair that Ed notices

-The gorge is so prettyyyyyy

-Susan and Lucy’s late night girl-talk about Aslan. I love it. Susan deferring to Lucy as the expert on Aslan...

-The way Lucy’s little head whips around when she hear’s Aslan’s growl

-I have always loved the parallel between Lucy’s expression in LWW when she sees the Dryad and when she sees one in PC- same expression of wonder

-The way the whole dream scene happens in semi-slow motion- exactly like a dream

-”Dear one.”

-”Certainly Lu. Whatever you like.” -direct book quote

-One of the fauns looks like Martin Freeman and it’s throwing me off

-Why did they feel they needed to make Peter angry and prideful... the looks he and Caspian exchange... why can’t my smols just play nice

-Caspian and Peter walking ahead and talking strategy

-Lucy walking with Reep

-BABY CENTAUR alskd;jf;klsjdkl cute

-in that famous scene where the Pevensies walk forward and Caspian stays behind during the centaur salute- Peter and Susan step forward first, then Edmund and Lucy

-UMMMMM?????? I think Susan is crying when they see the Stone Table in the How????????? Feels?????

-When they see the Stone Table I love that it’s Susan and Lucy in the center, staring at it just as they did so many years ago when Aslan rose again...

-Caspian’s look of dejection when he realizes that Peter is High King and he has to call the shots (I still hate that he and Peter’s relationship is like that but good acting on Ben’s part)

-When Peter asks Glenstorm for help, Glenstorm shares a look with Caspian.

-Edmund getting dropped at the castle first... because he has a torch!

-Parallel between Pevensies flying in by gryffin and WWII bombers...

-the muted trumpet/bugle theme for Reep and his mice!

-Susan taking Caspian’s side against Peter when Caspian wants to go find his professor <3

-when the guard accidentally turns the torch on and it shines in his face. Same, dude. Same.

-Edmund canonically calls Peter “Pete.”

-Oh. my. goodness. “Exactly WHO are you doing this for, Peter?” when in the first movie, it was “For Narnia, and for Aslan.” Really shows the error he’s made. He really has given up hope on Aslan. (Again, not saying that I like this change to his character AT ALL but this was a cool way to show it if they HAD to go in that direction...)

-THEN he says “For Narnia.” (but not for Aslan...)

-The Minotaur holding up the gate :’(

-The smile in Edmund’s eyes before he falls backward onto the gryffin

-Peter crying as he see’s what he’s done with the Narnians getting trapped and Susan crying too I can’t

-Lucy. Sitting on the stone table, all alone. While the others are fighting. Holding her healing cordial, wishing she could be there helping. And the significance of her being “near” Aslan when she’s lonely and sad waiting for the others to get back.

-When the Telmarine lords are pledging their troops to Miraz as he’s getting crowned one of them says “Etinsmoor” which sounds a lot like the castle from Hamlet I think??? lol.

-Miraz’s sick cape flip as he walks up to the throne

-parallel between the Stone Table music from LWW and the summoning of the witch music in PC

-ok the Hag is seriously creepy

-The witch’s ice and the witch herself appear in the big archway where Aslan appeared in LWW. Nice parallel. Like she’s coming between them and Aslan...

-You can see Caspian’s breath when the ice appears

-Lucy using her dagger and being ruthless 

-The witch telling Peter he “can’t do this alone” YEAH BUD YOU CAN’T WHICH IS WHY YOU NEED ASLAN NOT HER???

-Edmund breaking the ice. Yeaaaaaah buddy character development

-The shot of the Aslan statue in the background

-Susan’s look of disappointment at Peter and Caspian

-After all this time I think Caspian is still wearing his nightshirt....

-Is... Is Peter looking up at the Aslan statue with tears in his eyes?

-Parallel between Lucy’s “Susan! you’d better come quickly!” and Edmund’s “Pete... you’d better come quickly.”

-UMM Miraz is riding a WHITE HORSE and the horse’s HELMET HAS A UNICORN HORN UMM IS HE TRYING TO BE PETER

-I’m sorry but Edmund walking towards the Telmarine camp carrying a plant as a peace offering

-Susan is NOT impressed with Caspian’s behavior. Giving him the cold shoulder. 

-Susan. Facing the Telmarines. Alone. The director said they had horsemen ride at Anna full-force and she never flinched. 

-Susan’s little smile as she swings up onto the horse with Caspian.... (I’m not a hardcore Suspian shipper but awww)

-Edmund resetting Peter’s arm

-Caspian. with tears in his eyes as he chooses not to kill. 

-Miraz dies with Susan’s arrow stuck in him- like the arrow he took to the Professor’s office earlier- “superstitions”

-This time during battle it’s the Telmarines dropping rocks and not the Narnians like in LWW

-I can’t ever watch Susan pull an arrow out of her quiver without thinking of that blooper lol

-Edmund with a crossbow yeeeeaaahhh

-Peter says “Lucy” and Susan reads his lips from that far off and shakes her head

-and THEN when the trees come in, Peter’s cry is FINALLY “For Aslan!”

-Lucy pulls out her dagger and then makes this EXPRESSION like COME AT ME Y’ALL 

-Aslan and Lucy just look at each other

-the symbolism between the Telmarines trying to control the Narnians or deny their existence and their building the bridge across the river- and then Aslan unleashes the RIVER DUDE and Narnia fights back

-Meeting Aslan, Susan looks afraid to meet his eyes

-The little bit of a growl/sternness in Aslan’s voice when he’s talking to Reep who is being a touch prideful

-When Reep is giving all the reasons he needs a tail, Lucy looks to Aslan and smiles and Aslan looks to Lucy and smiles. All these looks really show that thing the book says that “Lucy understands some of his moods” or something- she knows him best

-”Where is this dear little friend you’ve told me so much about”- Did Lucy tell Aslan about him on the way to Beruna? 

-Lucy still has waves in her hair in the parade scene and I’ve always wondered why but maybe it’s still from her braids from the beginning of her movie?

-Fireworks at the castle again- for a very different reason

-The look between Aslan and Susan. 

-I think you can hear Aslan say “world” to Susan and Peter- like “your world”?

-Susan’s shy little smile as she looks back to her family after KISSING CASPIAN

-maybe i’m just imagining it but I’ve always thought that Aslan was mouthing “bye” to Lucy at the very end when she looks back to him

-I LOVE that they show the transition from Narnia to the platform from Lucy’s perspective. 

#narnia #the chronicles of narnia #cs lewis #prince caspian #narnia rewatch

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Family (Children Part 3)

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 4858

Summary: The big day arrives a bit sooner than expected.

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AN: So this prompt is what inspired this whole "having a baby" idea. You can guess what happens :)

Disclaimer: I have never been pregnant, dealt with a surrogate, or been to Guy's Hospital. Sorry for any inaccuracies.

Baz

Work is dreadfully boring. It has been for the last few weeks. I’m mindlessly filing away client reports. It’s weirdly meditative in it’s repetitiveness. It keeps my mind off worrying. Simon said I should keep going to work. Otherwise I’d just spend hours fussing over Helen with him, and she would not appreciate the extra worrying father to be hovering over her. So I’m sitting here, rearranging documents, being bored into weird zen coma. I barely register my phone ringing, picking up the receiver calmly like I always do.

“Basilton Snow-Pitch.”

“BAZ!” Simon’s voice is so loud I have to pull the phone away from my hyper sensitive ear, wincing painfully.

“Aleister Crowley, Snow, are you trying to make me deaf?”

“Sorry sorry, it’s just- you gotta- you should really get up and go- cause cause-”

“Simon, please slow down! Take a deep breath, then talk, okay, love?”

“Okay okay.” He takes an audible slow inhale and exhale. “Baz, you have to make your way to Guy’s Hospital. Because Helen is going into labour and we’re about to drive there right now.”

“What?!” I jump so suddenly my office phone rattles on my desk. My heart is beating so fast I fear it may stop. “But Helen isn’t due for another week!”

“Tell that to your baby, Basilton!” Helen shouts from somewhere in the background.

“What she says,” Simon puts in, trying not to laugh. “Just get there quickly. We’ll meet you there.”

“Yes yes, good. See you soon.”

I put down the phone. For just a moment, I freeze. The whole world sort of stops for a second. It’s really happening. I’m about to have a baby. I’m about to be a Dad. I think I’m going to be sick. Whether it’s from nerves or happiness, I’m not sure. Doesn’t matter, I need to go!

I gather up all my stuff quickly and shove it into my work bag. Running down the hall, I luckily spot my supervisor.

“Martin!” I shout. He turns around, smiling politely.

“Hey Basil. What’s up?”

“I-I have to go. My surrogate has gone into labour early, and I have to get to the hospital. Can my parental leave start, well, now?”

His eyes go wide. “Oh my god! Yes, yes of course. Please go. Congratulations, mate!”

“Thank you,” I sigh, and dash off out of the office. I hope I don’t get sick in my car.

I have prided myself on staying calm in stressful situations. When Snow would freak out and just attack frantically or simply go off, I would use logic and precise spells. But it seems my serene personality has decided to take a vacation today. Hooray.

I sprint into the hospital lobby and practically crash against the front desk. The man sitting there jolts up to look at me.

“Hello,” I pant out (Merlin, I’m out of breath). “Where is the maternity wing?”

“..why?” He says nervously, probably scared by a weird disheveled man asking where the babies are. (Understandable.)

“M-My husband is here. We’re having a baby. He’s probably already arrived with our surrogate. Should be under Snow. Or Pitch. Or Snow-Pitch, I don’t know. He's not consistent with which name he picks.”

“Uh, let me check.” His fingers rattle across his keyboard. “Are you Basilton?”

“Yes! Yes, that’s me.”

“Alright. Your family is in Room 224”

“Thank you, good sir.”

Once again, I sprint down the clinical hospital, trying to block out all the smells. Hospitals always smell disgusting. I’m so distracted by scents of blood and antiseptic that I nearly miss the room. But a certain voice tips me off.

“Breathe, Helen, breathe.”

“That’s what I’m bloody well doing!”

I burst through. Snow’s head whips up, a relieved smile spreading across his face. Helen is laying on the hospital bed, breathing deeply and gripping my husband’s hand like her life depends on it.

“Hello,” I say as calmly as possible. “What did I miss?”

“Your baby is very eager to see the world,” Helen groans.

“Apparently so. They’re over eager like their father. Here, give Snow’s hand a break and take mine.”

I stride forward and hold my hand out to her. Helen releases her death drip on Simon’s and he sighs heavily, shaking it out. She clutches mine instead. I hiss slightly. Damn, she’s strong. But she’s not vampire strong.

“Wow,” Helen gasps. “For a desk jockey you’re very tough.”

Snow and I share a knowing look across the bed. His eyebrow nearly reaches his hairline, matching his smug smile. “Yeah,” I say. “Working out pays off.

Simon scoffs and rolls his eyes. I glare, but can’t help but smirk.

“You’ve called everyone, right love?” I ask

He nods eagerly. “Yup! Your family, all the Bunces, even Agatha. Oh, she says she wants many pictures of our, I quote, ‘demon spawn.’”

“How eloquent,” I deadpan.

“Hey, if any kid is going to be a demon spawn, it will probably be our’s.”

Of course this is when the doctor decides to enter. She’s a lovely young woman with dark curly hair and glasses. Crowley, she looks a lot like Bunce. That’s a bit freaky.

“Hello!” she greets cheerily (well, she’s more perky than Bunce). “I’m Dr. Gerald. Now, who are the lucky parents today?”

“Uh,” Simon say. “Well, I’m the father.”

I raise my free hand. “I’m also the father.”

“And I’m the incubator,” Helen chimes in.

Dr. Gerald nods slowly. “Okay then. Sounds good. You’re not the first ‘non-traditional’ family I’ve helped. Now, let’s check on how your baby is doing.”

She sits down on the stool and reaches under the medical sheet covering Helen’s lower half. Her face scrunches up in concentration, nodding with little “hm” noises. My worry just increases with every “hm”, twisting and pooling in my stomach.

“Well?!” I snap. Helen lightly smacks my shoulder, glaring harshly.

Dr. Gerald smiles. “Everything seems good. Your baby is well on its way. I think we should expect a quick delivery.”

“Thank god,” Helen sighs.

I squeeze her hand once. “Agreed.”

The doctor sheds her blue plastic gloves still grinning at us. “I’ll be back in little bit to check on you again. In the meantime, try to relax.”

We watch her walk out the door. Helen glares viciously. “Easy for her to say. She doesn’t have a watermelon trying to force its way out of her vagina.”

“Yeah, sorry about that, Helen.” Simon says, genuinely apologetic.

“Not your fault, Si. I signed up for this. Literally.”

“Want me to get you anything?”

“Ice chips would be lovely.”

“On it!” Snow bounces up, giving me a peck on the cheek before he dashes off.

I pull up a chair while not letting go of her hand. She’s breathing deeply, clutching and loosening her grip on my hand with every inhale and exhale.

“How are you doing, Helen?” I ask quietly.

“Considering everything? Pretty well. How about you?”

“I’m fine.”

“Baz.” She gives me a knowing look through her sweat soaked auburn bangs. “You don’t need to play tough for me.”

I straighten up instinctively. I still don’t like when people see through my facade. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re about to have a baby. An actual, honest to god, human baby. You’re freaked out, and so is Simon. Which is entirely reasonable. So you don’t need to pretend to be calm in front of me. I understand if you’re not.”

I try to keep my composure. But I’ve been keeping it for months, trying to be the confident one for everyone, especially Simon. But he’s not here right now. So I let out a long sigh, shoulders slumping.

“I’m certainly freaking out,” I say quietly. “All of this has been so far away. But now, it’s actually happening. And...I’m not sure I’m ready.”

“Well, as my sister with four kids says, ‘no one has a script for this shit. Having a kid is life’s ultimate improv’.” Script? Improv? I give her a curious look. She shrugs. “She’s an actress. Everything is a theatre metaphor. But she’s right. No one is ever fully ready to have a kid. Anyone who says otherwise is a fucking liar.”

I groan, leaning my head on the hospital bed. “I just don’t like being unprepared. I usually have a plan for everything. But I’ve read every book and article I can, and I still don’t feel ready. And...and I need to be the ready one, for Snow.”

Helen sighs heavily. I look up at her, and she looks back annoyed. “What?” I snap.

“Baz, you don’t need to be the calm one for Simon.”

“Of course I do! He’s terrified enough, considering his childhood and shitty...foster father. I can’t add to his stress.”

“Y’know, if you ask me, I think Simon would prefer if you were just as freaked out as he is. Then you wouldn’t hide, and he wouldn’t feel weird for being freaked.”

I furrow my brow. What is she talking about? I open my mouth to ask, but suddenly the door bursts open. Snow strides in with a bucket of ice chips.

“Found some! You wouldn’t believe this place. It’s a goddamn maze!”

Helen grins. “Wonderful. Hand them over, Si.”

He puts the bucket in front of her, and Helen scoops out a few to chew on. Snow sits on the other side. They start chatting about random crap while I roll around Helen’s words in my head. I thought I had to be strong for Simon, but now I’m questioning if that’s the right thing to do. Does he need me to be scared too? That doesn’t make sense. At least, not to me.

Helen groans, clutching her stomach and crushing my hand. Simon takes her other one.

“Shit,” she huffs. “I hope that annoying doctor is back here soon.”

“I actually agree with you,” I chuckle.

“It’s okay we’re here for you, Helen,” Simon says. “Thank you so much.”

“Yeah yeah, you’re welcome, you big softie,” she replies. “Buy me a drink after all this. That will be a true thank you.”

“We’ll buy you an entire goddamn bar, I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Sim- Shit!” She grips us again, teeth clenched and muscles tensing with another contraction. We let her crush our hands. It’s the least we can do for her. Part of me hopes this is over soon, for Helen and for us. But a smaller part of me hopes time will stop, just wait a little longer, until I’m ready. Though now, I’m not sure I ever will be.

“Should I push yet?” Helen pants. “I feel like I should push.”

“Not just yet,” Dr. Gerald says. “You’re almost there though.”

“Thank the lord.”

“Agreed,” Simon says, subtly shaking out his hand from Helen’s grip. I don’t blame him. I’ll be surprised if I’ll be able to do anything with mine ever again.

I read that labour takes awhile, but this seems to be speeding along. Only two hours and a half hours after we arrived and the doctor says our baby is almost here. My heart is beating so hard it threatens to break my ribs. I’ve been trying to stay calm throughout all of this. But that’s slowly been ebbed away and replaced with utter dread. There’s so much that could go wrong, so much we could do wrong.

I look up at Simon, still standing on the other side of Helen. He’s chewing on his lips to the point it’s probably almost bleeding. I see him picking at his nails on his other hand. He hasn’t done that since uni. I reach behind Helen’s head, palm up in offering. Simon notices, and grabs it firmly. His hot skin fits perfectly my tepid body temperature, like always. We look at each other. His eyes are wide and open and more than a bit scared, silently saying two words. I’m scared.

I nod and mouth, me too .

He sighs and nods back, giving my hand one firm squeeze.

“Okay,” Dr. Gerald says, “it’s time. Helen, on three, I want you to push. Okay?”

“Okay, okay,” she sighs shakily. “Hold on tight, boys.”

“One, two, three, push!”

Helen pushes with all her might, gripping our hands like a vice. My lungs and heart feel tight. My stomach feels like it’s about to drop out on the floor. But for once, I don’t try to hide it from my face. I’m scared, for many reasons, and that’s okay. I’m not above fear, and I’m allowed to show it.

A wail rips through the air.

“It’s a girl! Congratulations, dads!” The doctor announces. She holds up the screaming baby. And my heart officially stops beating.

She’s tiny and crying, as she should be. Her skin is tan, a shade or two darker than Snow’s, and covered in freckles. Little black hairs poke up from the top of her head. I let out a happy, breathy chuckle. My fear doesn’t go away, but joy overwhelms it. This is my kid. I have a daughter. And Crowley, she’s fucking perfect.

“Which one of you wants to cut the cord?” The masked nurse asks.

Snow and I look at each other. He seems just as happy and bewildered as me. My hands are shaking, far too much to do that right now. Snow’s eyes flick down where our’s are joined. He nods knowingly.

“I’ll do it,” he says.

Crowley, I love him. While he does that, I lean down to Helen, who’s breathing heavily and still clutching my hand tightly. “You did so well,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

Helen smiles sleepily. “You’re very welcome. Still scared?”

“Terrified. But far more happy.”

“Good. That’s how it should be.”

“I know.”

Soon, Simon taps my shoulder. “Hey,” he says quietly. I turn around. He stands there, smiling widely, the little bundle in his arms. “Take a look at her.”

Cautiously, I straighten up. She’s still making adorable little cries, though not the shrieks from a few minutes earlier. She stretches towards the sky with her tiny chubby hand. Slowly, I reach out my index finger, and she wraps her own fingers around it. Her grip is strong and warm and so alive . Almost immediately, she stops crying. She’s amazing. And she’s mine.

“Holy shit,” I chuckle. “We have a daughter.”

“Yeah,” Simon sighs. “Which means we need to work on our language.”

I lightly knock his shoulder. “Oh shut up.”

“Wanna hold her?”

“Of course.”

Simon carefully passes her over to me. She fits perfectly into my arms. I lightly cup her little cheek. She yawns and leans into it. Simon giggles.

“She likes you,” he teases.

“I bloody well hope so. She’s going to have to put up with me for a long time.”

“Very true.” He strokes her head softly. “Baz, are you scared? I-It’s really not just me?”

I turn to him. He’s still looking at the baby, but I see the tension in his face, the way all his beautiful features are pulled together. I put my hand over his, stilling it on her soft head. He finally looks at me. I smile.

“No, it’s not just you. I’m terrified. But I’m also very, very happy.”

He sighs, and smiles warmly back at me. “Me too.”

“Then we’ll be terrified and happy together.”

“Damn right.”

“Language,” Helen mumbles sleepily. Simon and I both laugh.

Simon discreetly wipes a few tears from his cheek and snuffles unceremoniously. “Now, I should go inform our horde of relatives. You okay if they come in, Helen?”

“Yeah sure. Bring on the horde.”

“Alright,” Simon chuckles. “Be right back.”

I kiss his cheek. “Thank you, love.”

Simon practically skips out the door. I sigh, and sit the chair, my baby still close to my chest. Crowley, my baby. I have a living breathing infant who I’m responsible for. And I already love her more than anything.

“See?” Helen says. “Told you it was better to tell him.”

“Yeah yeah, you were right.”

“Penelope’s got a point. You two really do have trouble communicating.”

“Ha, you think this is bad? You should’ve seen us when we were roommates at school. There were many reason it took us 7 and a half years to confess our feelings. Lack of communication was certainly one of them.”

“Damn. Were you a great love story filled with toils and trials and tragic miscommunications?”

I smirk, flicking my eyes over to her. “Something like that.”

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and the horde pours in. The Bunces and my family, including all my little siblings, rush inside. Penelope is at the front (of course she is), smiling so hard her face hurts.

“Let me see!” She shrieks.

“Shhh!” I hiss. “Helen’s tired and the baby is tentatively sleeping.”

“Sorry sorry. Just let me see her, please?”

I shift the baby slightly, facing her out more. Bunce gasps quietly.

“She’s so cute,” she whispers. “Got Simon’s freckles, huh?”

“Yes, certainly. Hopefully she’s inherited a better sense of humour though.”

“Hey!” Simon snaps from beside me.

I press my lips to his cheek “Love you, darling.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, love you too. Now go talk to your dad.”

With some very short mental preparation, I stand up and stride over to my father, who’s standing with my step-mother and siblings. He looks stern, wearing a crisp black suit with his hair slicked back, but that’s usual. For once, I do wonder what he’s thinking.

“Father,” I say.

“Basil,” he replies, voice flat.

I shift my bundled baby towards him. “This is your first grandchild.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“Would you like to hold her?”

His bored mask breaks a little. In a very rare instance, he looks nervous. Our relationship has certainly improved over the years but it’s far from perfect. We still tend to tiptoe around each other a lot, afraid we’ll do the wrong thing.

I hold the baby out further. “It’s alright. You’ve had five children, I don’t think you’ll drop her or something.”

He scoffs out a small laugh. “Alright, let’s see her.”

I pass my daughter over to him. He holds her carefully. I know that my father is precise and cautious, but that’s usually in regards to schemes or magic. But now I see it applied to my child, and it’s much less menacing. My siblings peer over, smiling and giggling over the baby.

Daphne walks up next to me, placing a hand on my arm. “Congratulations, Basilton.”

“Thank you, Daphne.”

Suddenly, Mordelia crashes into me. Even as an official adult, she’s still boisterous as anything. And after years in America, she talks like them, unfortunately. “Yeah, congrats, broseph. Try to be nice to her, okay?”

I elbow her side. “Fu- Screw off, Mordelia. I’m plenty nice.”

“Liar.” She peers over at the baby, tickling her little cheek. “Does this little munchkin have a name yet?”

I turn my head to look at Simon, who’s talking with Bunce quietly near a snoring Helen. I raise an eyebrow, silently asking the question. We picked names for a boy or a girl a while ago, but kept them both secret, despite Bunce and others pestering us. Simon nods with a smile. I turn back to my father.

“Her name’s Natasha,” I say loud enough for all to hear. “Natasha Penelope Snow-Pitch.”

Everyone goes dead silent. Father inhales sharply, probably in shock and happiness. Micah, standing with Gil a bit farther away, goes slack jawed. Gil laughs loudly.

“That’s Mamá’s name!” He shouts.

I turn around. Bunce is frozen where she stands, brown eyes as big as saucer plates behind her glasses. When she speaks, her voice is nervously cracking.

“S-Seriously?”

“Yeah, Pen, seriously,” Simon says, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “You’re my best friend. I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you. So when Baz suggested I pick a middle name for a girl, it was sort of a no-brainer.”

Bunce opens her mouth to speak, but I think for once in her life, she doesn’t have anything to say. Instead she just hugs him fiercely, burying her face in his shirt. Simon chuckles and hugs her back. It’s the second most adorable thing I’ve seen today (my baby takes first place, of course.) When she pulls back, there are tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Areseholes,” she sputters. “This was all some ploy to make me blubber in front of everyone, right? You bastards.”

Simon laughs with his head thrown back and everyone joins in, including Bunce herself. Snow presses her to him in a side hug. “Seriously, though. It’s a big honour. Thank you,” she looks at me, “both of you.”

I nod once. “You’re most welcome, Bunce.”

“Welcome, Penny.”

A hand claps over my shoulder, arm snaking around them. I turn to my father. He’s smiling, more genuinely than I’ve ever seen him do so in my entire life.

“Your mother would be very honoured as well, Baz. And incredibly happy for you,” he says with actual real affection.

My heart stutters. For years, I’ve been scared of what my mother would think of me. Her gay, vampire son. But that sentiment, from my father of all people, makes me feel a whole lot better. My lips press together, trying to will back tears. I’ve been dangerously close to crying for awhile now and this isn’t helping. I feel a few tears leak out, but quickly wipe them away. I have a reputation to maintain, dammit.

“Thank you, father,” I reply, voice cracking slightly.

He nods once. I feel a tug on my trouser leg and look down to see Gil, sucking in his thumb. “I see baby, uncle Baz?”

“Of course, Gil. C’mere.”

I lift him up in my arms. He peers over at Natasha in my father’s arms, eyebrows pulling in and mouth turning into a frown.

“She’s so...” he says. “Squishy.”

All the adults chuckle. “Yes, she’s very squishy looking.”

“Papá, was I squishy?”

“Yes, mijo,” Micah says, ruffling his hair. “You were just as squishy.”

He sticks his tongue out. “Gross!”

Everyone laughs again. Gil stays on my hip for a bit, zooming his toy car up and down my shoulder, while we all chat. Natasha gets passed to other people, but I always keep an eye on her. Daphne coos over her happily with Mordelia and the twins. Even my usually Grimm-family-level-solemn little brother smiles. Eventually she makes her way into Penelope’s arms. She, Snow, and a newly awake Helen look over her, giggling at her every little movement. I sigh under my breath. Part of me can’t believe this is happening to me. All my family is here, including my child. My own living, breathing, perfect child. Aleister Crowley, I’m living a charmed life.

After about a few hours, we’re all quite tired, Helen especially, who’s been falling in and out of sleep. The nurse says, barring any complications, she can go home tonight. (She’s going to stay with her sister, who she wants to take care of her post-pregnancy.) We shuffle everyone out so she can get some rest. Daphne gives me one last cheek kiss, Father and Micah shake my hand, Mordelia says goodbye with a fist bump, Gil hugs my leg, and Penelope reluctantly gives me back my own baby.

“Am I going to have to worry about you kidnapping her?” I ask with a playful smirk.

“Hey, you just might,” she replies with a nudge. “She’s absolutely precious. If you ever need a babysitter, I’d be happy to help.”

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

“Of course.” She gives me one more hug, careful not to crush Natasha between us. “Congrats again, Baz. I’m really happy for you two.”

“Thank you, Penelope.”

She pulls back, patting my arms once. “Try to get some sleep tonight. You’re not going to get a lot for awhile.”

“Wonderful...”

“Welcome to parenthood, Basil. Have fun!”

She walks off with final swish in her step. I roll my eyes. Of course, smug as usual. Should I expect anything else at this point? I go back in and pull up my chair next to Snow. He’s lounging with his eyes shut, a sleepy smile playing on his face. I lean my head on his soft shoulder.

“Hey,” I whisper.

“Hey,” he replies. “How’s she doing?”

“Still sleeping, thank Merlin. Hopefully she’s not a restless baby.”

“Knowing our luck? She’ll be up all hours of the night.”

I let out a scoffing chuckle. “Very true. She is cute though.”

Simon hums, playing with her little black hairs. “Incredibly so.” He sighs happily. “She’s perfect.”

“M-hm.” My mouth twists slightly. “I hope I don’t mess her up.”

“Hey, remember what you told me? Back when we started this craziness?” He puts his strong arm around me, pulling me closer. “‘We’ll both fuck up. No parent is perfect. But we’ll try our best. And I know your best will be fucking amazing.’”

I chuckle. “Yes yes, I remember, I said it.”

“Well, I know you’re best will be fucking amazing too.”

I lean into him more, holding Natasha between us. She breathes very quietly but I can hear her (yay vampire senses). Every inhale and exhale makes me happy and relieved, because it reassures me that she’s alive and well. “Thank you, love.”

He carefully takes Natasha from me. “You look tired. Sleep for a bit. I’ll take care of Natty for now.”

“We’re not calling her that,” I mumble before turning over in my chair. Simon chuckles. Quickly, I’m whisked away into into welcome sleep.

Even more hours later, after tests and talking to doctors and getting our stuff together, we’re allowed to take Natasha home. Helen still dozes on and off in our car. She says she wants to sleep for a thousand years. As we let her off at her sister’s house, we promise to call and visit her in a few days. She tiredly agrees, and we thank her for the millionth time before shutting the door gently behind her.

When we arrive at our own home, it’s very dark. Natasha hasn’t woken up, thank Merlin and Morgana. I drop all our heavy baby bags with a sigh.

“Home sweet home,” I say happily.

“Wonderful,” Simon sighs. “I need real sleep. In pyjamas. In our bed.”

“Me too.” I take his hand in mine and lead us to our room. In there, Snow lays Natasha in her little green bassinet that we had ready. She stretches and yawns, smacking her tiny lips. I spend an inordinate time just staring her. Even though that’s what I’ve been doing all day. Maybe I’m still absorbing it all. Will I ever get used to this? Having a child in my house, in my life? I think so. But right now, I can’t help but stare at her.

“Baz,” Simon whispers. “C’mon, you’re tired. You can look at her tomorrow.”

I lopsidedly, half my mouth pulling up. “Yeah, I guess I can.”

We get changed as quickly and quietly as possible. (Just because Natasha hasn’t woken up yet doesn’t mean she won’t very soon.) Silently, we slip under the covers. I pull Simon against me, my body curled around his. He holds my hand tightly over his heart. Our fingers slip together easily like they always do.

Simon sighs. “Today has been...”

“A day ,” I finish.

He chuckles, back rattling against my chest. “That’s one way to put it.”

“I’m excited though.”

“Me too.” He turns in my arms to face me. His beautiful face is half lit up in moonlight, accentuating his freckles and making his bronze hair glow. He traces a finger down my cheekbone, then cups my face softly. He smiles, blue eyes almost sparkling. “We can do this. We’ve faced a lot worse. So we can certainly do this.”

I put my hand hand over his, nodding slowly. “Yes, we can. Together.”

“Together.”

He shuffles forward, pressing his face into my shoulder. I rub slow circles into his back and run my fingers through his hair.

“I love you,” I whisper against his scalp.

“I love you too,” he replies, voice muffled by my shirt.

I let my eyes slide shut. The exhausting excitement of the day makes my bones and muscles soft. Sleep is a welcome guest in my body. My husband is snoring softly into my skin, my daughter is right behind me. Everything is okay. Better than that, everything is great. I can sleep.

Then Natasha starts crying.

She lets out a loud piercing wail that tears through my sleepy calm. Simon groans and starts disentangling himself from me.

“No no,” I mutter. “I’ll get her.”

He makes tired sound of gratitude and rolls onto his other side. I swing my legs off the mattress, hanging my head for a second to get my composure, then scoop up my screaming child. I pat her back lightly, bouncing her up and down the hall.

“There there, little puff,” I say softly. “It’s alright, I’m here. Everything’s alright. Don’t worry, love, I’m not going anywhere.”

AN: Baby's here! And in my mind, of course her name would be Natasha, and with the middle name Penelope. I've used this name in my other fics too because I feel it works really well. Penny would certainly blubber :) Also the final situation is based on exactly what happened to my parents the day they brought me home. I was a loud baby. Even as an infant I liked to scream all the time. Now I scream about fandom stuff instead of food (still sometimes about food, tbh.) Tomorrow: snowy day!

#carry on countdown #coc 2017 #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #penelope bunce #micah #malcolm grimm #daphne grimm #mordelia grimm #fluff #children #mysnowbazfic

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Mini Golf Date Night → Granielle

TITLE: Mini Golf Date Night CHARACTER(S): Danielle Panabaker and Grant Gustin @theflashgrant SETTING: Los Angeles, CA on May 1st CONTENT RATING: NC - 17 SUMMARY: Grant takes Danielle on a little adventure through mini golfing, dinner at a fast food restaurant, and a little bit of romance goes a long way.

Danielle shifted on her feet downstairs in her home. The flip flops that she had on resounded through the walls and although she and her husband had started to decorate the rooms of the house, there was so much more that needed to be done. In this case, she put that in the back of her mind as she walked around finishing up the rest of her phone interviews for the day. Because of her involvement in the finale of the show this season, she needed to be able to give her insight on what was to come. Most of it had become pretty mundane, but at the end of the day, she was more focused on the plans that she and Grant had laid out. The beach was calling her name and she was already dressed for it—the flip flops were a start, as well as her bathing suit and the cover-up she had on, and her hair in a ponytail for the day—and they were going to go soon as a family. Hanging up the phone now, she rustled to quickly put in the bag that she was taking to the beach, making sure it was charged enough for her to have enough to take pictures with and looted around the house to find her husband and daughter. “Tommy”, she yelled out, running upstairs to find where they both would be. “Are you and Ali ready to go? I’m done with my interviews.”

Grant was excited to have a beach day with his wife and daughter. He wanted to spend as much time with them as possible, knowing that soon he'd be off to Costa Rica for the month to continue filming his movie. Grant had plans to take Danielle out afterwards so it could be just the two of them and Lili was watching Ali which is something she had been wanting to do for a while now. They had everything planned and now Grant was getting dressed, putting on a bathing suit and a tank top, putting his flip flops on and grabbing his sunglasses. He got Ali dressed for the beach as well, putting her in a cute bathing suit and making sure she had clothes in a bag so that he could put them on her if it got too sunny, not wanting her to burn. All they were waiting for was Danielle to finish up her interviews and when she said she was done, Grant carried Ali down the stairs. "Yep, we're all ready," he said, smiling softly at his wife. "Lets head out," he added, leading the way down to the beach. Thankfully it wasn't too crowded and Grant found a nice empty spot so that they would be left alone.

Danielle smiled once her husband and her daughter were in sight. Alison was adorable in her little bathing suit and it'd be nice to see how she'd be at the water. Now, all she did was follow her husband out while grabbing her bag full of stuff. It was filled to the brim with all of the things they needed for their little walk on the beach. That was the best thing about living near the water--all they had to do was cross just a few things and they were at the most perfect spot near the water. Once they were down where they needed to be, the brunette started setting up and laying down blankets enough for her whole family to be comfortable. "It really is a great day to be out", she said once she was done and looked up. But of course, Danielle gravitated towards the water once she finished, standing at the water line and waiting for the wave to come in so that she could feel the water on her toes. "Oh my god", she said as the water hit her feet, causing her to jump back a little bit out of surprise. "Okay, it's a bit too cold to be going in", she said to her family, shaking her head while doing so.

Grant kept his sunglasses on since it was so sunny out and he was glad that Ali had a hat on to shield her eyes from it as well. He was focused on putting sunscreen on her so that she wouldn't burn and while he was doing that, Danielle was going to feel the water like she always did. When she came back and said it was too cold to go in, Grant chuckled. "Really? Damn. It's only May though, so I guess we need to give it some time," he shrugged. Once Ali had enough sunscreen on, he grabbed the one that he was going to use and started applying it to his face and to his legs and arms. Paying special attention to his stomach, Grant then handed the sunscreen to Danielle so that she could help him with his back. "Can you get my back, babe?" He asked, waiting for her to do so. Once he was done, Grant waited so that he could return the favor, not wanting his wife to burn either. Grant then grabbed his camera and took a picture of the ocean with the beautiful sky in the background, pleased with what he had gotten.

Danielle nodded her head at her husband. “Maybe when we get a bit warmed up with the sun, we’d be able to get down into the water”, she started out, but turned her head at her daughter who was now playing in the sand. It was the first time that Danielle can recall being able to see her daughter at the beach and it was a memory that she wanted to keep with her forever. However, her thoughts were now brought back to her husband and her hands automatically reached out for the sunscreen that he offered her. “Turn around”, she said quietly, making sure that her fingers were lathered up and moved carefully along his back. The brunette massaged the lotion as best as she could into Grant’s back and neck, more or less just for her own benefit of being able to touch him, but pulled away when she was done. Turning now, and pulling her ponytail out of the way, she gave him the opportunity to do her back and soon she was protected as well—but she did quickly bring out her phone to snap a picture of her husband. “Baby look here”, she said before she pressed the button and let out a soft yes, which earned her a laugh from her daughter and the little one reaching for the phone. “You wanna take pictures of Daddy too”. she asked of Alison and picked up the little girl, aiming her hands around Alison’s and angled the phone towards Grant. “I think she wants to be like you and take pictures of you too, babe.”

Grant looked at Danielle while he was holding his camera, smiling softly when she took a picture of her phone. Alison then tried to reach for the phone which made him laugh. Maybe she would be into photography when she was older, especially since Tyler was also a photographer and she was around it often with him picking it up as a hobby recently too. "You think?" He asked, smiling as his wife helped Ali take a picture of him as they both held the phone. He made a silly face and shrugged as she spoke. "Maybe, that would be cool. She'd give her Uncle Tyler a run for his money, that's for sure," he said while smiling. He sat up and started playing with his daughter who kept trying to grab the sand, enjoying the feeling in her fingers. Grant started moving the sand around himself and soon enough they were creating a mountain of sand. "We're gonna have to get stuff to make sandcastles next time," he said to his wife. "I think we could make a pretty dope one."

Danielle laughed at the silliness that the two of them reveled in and stayed back a bit, watching the father and daughter duo interact. “If she does, and she loves it, she’ll have two amazing teachers ready to help her out in every possible way though, right”, Danielle offered out and continued to show Alison how to take pictures with her phone, but let the little girl wander off and play with the sand once it came to. For a moment, she just watched and then started to join in, smiling when they got a mountain of sand right beside them. “You know, I really do think we have a set”, she offered out now that Grant said something about a castle building set. “Remember when I was fascinated with building them when we would go to the beach? I think we do have a set buried somewhere.” Her mind had gone off to race, to think about where she ended up placing that set, but then her hand started to move involuntarily and with the sun beating down upon her, her fingers dug for cool underneath the sand. The brunette drew a flower in the sand next to the castle that the little family built, smiling at her accomplishment before pointing at it for her husband to look at.

Grant furrowed his brows when Danielle said they had a set of sandcastle materials. He couldn't remember where or when it would've seen it but if his wife said they did, Grant believed her. "Maybe it's still at the condo, because I can't remember seeing it and we obviously wouldn't have it in Vancouver at all," he shrugged. "Either way, we'll make sure we have buckets and shovels and all that fun stuff for the next time we come with Ali to the beach," he said while nodding. They spent some more time playing in the sand and then Grant decided to lay down on the blanket to get himself a tan hopefully and to just rest. When he woke up, he decided that he wanted to see how the water was at least once for himself and maybe he could even bring Ali in there to see how she'd react to the ocean. "Wanna try going in the ocean once before heading back to the house? We gotta start getting ready for our date."

Danielle scrunched her nose. "Maybe we left it in Virginia. Wasn't that the last place we went to the beach--besides St. Martin, I mean", she offered out to her husband. Maybe she did have a spare set at the condo still that they could take, but she was more than willing to watch her little family play in the sand for the rest of the time. After a while, it was down to them in the water and she could feel how hot it was getting around them. They all needed a chance to cool off. "Are you sure? You know how she gets around water", she teased of her daughter, tickling the little girl's tummy to get a laugh out of her. Alison dropped her toys, which Danielle took as a sign to pick the little girl up to hand to her husband. "I think that if you hold her, she won't be so scared of the water", the brunette offered out. Alison had a special bond with Grant that she didn't question. It was something entirely of their own and she was proud of the connection that they had. "You'll protect her. I know you will." Danielle's tone of voice was calming, soothing, and soft enough to emote that she was serious about her words, yet comforting with them.

Grant nodded. "I know she freaks out but we need to start her young so that she gets used to it. I don't want her growing up hating the ocean or even worse, hating the beach. That sounds like a terrible childhood," he said. "Plus, she's gotten a little better with the bath so even if I just have her feet dip in, maybe she won't mind," he shrugged. Once Danielle handed him Ali, Grant kept her close and started walking down to the water, dipping his own feet in and realizing that it was pretty cold. His body was also hotter from laying in the sun so he knew that would make it even colder but he couldn't imagine staying in long or going deep at all. "Alright, let's give this a shot," he said, taking a few steps so now his feet were completely covered. He lowered Ali slowly so that her feet hit the water and she shrieked slightly and then giggled while staring at Grant which made him grin. "Is that cold?" He asked her, smiling at his wife. He dipped her feet in again and she did the same thing, glad she had a smile on her face and wasn't bothered by it. "I think she likes it! Or at least doesn't mind it..."

Danielle followed Grant and Alison towards the water. Their stuff would be okay and they weren't that far off. Instead, the brunette was able to kneel where the waterline would hit her, shivering just a little bit because of the temperature of the water. "Oh my goodness", she said as she let out a yelp of her own, but the anticipation of the moment started to get to her when Alison was dipped into the water. The little girl started laughing and it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. Her whole body relaxed and evidently got swept up with one wave that came in. Danielle let out another yelp and sat up, shaking her now wet hair in that ponytail and wiping her face completely to be able to gain her footing. "I just learned my lesson", she said as she stood up now, but at least she wasn't cold anymore with the water that was coming in. Every part of her was wet, but she didn't mind. Instead, she just started to laugh while turning her attention towards her husband and daughter. "I think you're going to love coming to the beach, aren't you Ali? Even when Mommy makes a fool of herself, right?"

Grant was so focused on Alison that he didn't even realized that Danielle got wiped out by a wave. "Are you okay?" He asked, seeing that she got back on her feet rather quickly which he was glad about. It wouldn't have been good if she couldn't get up and he was trying to help her all while holding their daughter. "You gotta be more careful clearly," he chuckled, shaking his head. He continued moving Ali up and down so that her feet kept touching the water and she was getting a kick out of it. "I think that's what she's gonna love experiencing at the beach the most. Seeing you make a fool out of yourself," he teased. Walking back to their things, Grant grabbed his tank top and put it on quickly, getting their stuff together and carrying Ali as they started walking back to the house. "I'm gonna tell Lili that we'll bring Ali over in about an hour or so. I hope things go well. She says that babies love her and Ali is pretty good in general so I think it'll be fine," he shrugged.

Danielle stuck her tongue out at her husband because of his teasing. "But at least I'm not that cold anymore", she offered out to him before following them back over to their stuff. She was going to need a very thorough shower now that she was getting sand all over as well, but she didn't mind any of that. Instead, she just packed everything rather quickly and made her way with the rest of her family back home. "That's fine. I don't know what's going on in that head of yours and what you have planned, but I'm excited to see what you do have planned", she told him truthfully. Hazel eyes beamed up at Grant and sure enough the excitement for the night made her bounce in her place once she had gotten inside the house. "Lili's going to have so much with the little one, I hope so. Alison's a really good baby to babysit for. We'll just have to go over the schedule and everything with her when it happens. Are you dropping her off and then picking me up or are we all going together?" Danielle's question was valid in her mind, considering the goodbye routine she always did to calm her anxiety about leaving the little girl.

Grant nodded while shrugging. "See, so falling actually helped you. It wasn't as cold as you first thought. That's not a good way to tell anyways because of course the initial reaction is going to be that the water is cold but once your whole body is wet, it's not that cold and it actually feels nice," he said. "Well I have something fun planned, or at least I hope so," he told his wife. "We can all go together, no sense driving there and back. I can just bring Ali in and you can wait in the car or say goodbye to her first, whatever you want to do," he said. When they got back to the house, Grant wasted no time getting in the shower, wanting to get all the sand off of him and he put Ali on their bed while doing that. He figured he'd watch her once Danielle got in the shower and then they would get Ali ready, knowing she'd need a quick bath too because of the sand and ocean. "You don't have to wear anything fancy really, casual is the way to go tonight," he told his wife, dressing in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.

Danielle managed to entertain Alison enough while Grant was getting ready and switched off once they were able to do so. The little girl had been on the bed in their master suit and Danielle did her best while picking out clothes for her to wear. Once she settled on jeans shorts and a nice t-shirt, and after a good shower, the brunette was able to get out and place her hair into a big side braid and finished getting ready for the night ahead of them. “Okay”, she said as she placed on her shoes that she picked out earlier as well, running out to get everything situated and ready for them both to drop off Alison at Lili’s. The woman threw together an emergency bag as well as wrote down a few things that were important—Alison’s feeding schedule and a list of emergency numbers just in case there was an emergency—and promptly started downstairs with all of her stuff. “Okay, so I have some emergency information to give to Lili when you’re dropping Alison off. It’s just our numbers and then a couple of others in people in the area if she can’t get a hold of us.”

Grant finished getting ready, fixing his hair to the side and putting some cologne on before grabbing Ali so that he could make sure she was all set while Danielle finished getting ready. Smiling as she joined them downstairs, Grant noticed that Danielle was wearing her hair in a braid which was his favorite hairstyle on her. "You did this to me on purpose, didn't you?" He asked while smirking, reaching out to move his fingers along the braid. "I missed doing that a lot," he whispered. Nodding when Danielle said she had a bag and list for Lili, Grant figured at that point they were ready to go then so he brought Ali out to the car and got her in her car seat. He texted Lili to tell her they were leaving and then he drove to Lili's place. Waiting for Danielle to say goodbye to Ali, Grant then brought Ali inside and talked to Lili for a bit before saying goodbye to Ali himself and getting back in the car. "Okay so are you hungry? Do you want to eat first or do our activity first?"

Danielle gave Grant a half smile and shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't want to dry my hair and keep you waiting for any longer so I just put it in one of these", she explained quietly, but the whisper that her husband had let out had stirred something within her and she made a mental note to wear her hair like this more often. Her breath caught when his fingers brushed against every part of the braid, but her thoughts and inhibitions were brought back when it was time for the to leave. Getting into the car was simple and easy, but saying goodbye to Alison would be the hardest part. Danielle kept her goodbye routine to a good minimum of three minutes now, which she was proud of and wanted to keep up, and she knew that her baby would be safe with her sitter for the night. Once everything was settled then, she turned to her husband and took his hand, lacing their fingers together at this point and humming appreciatively at his question. Grant really knew every part of her if he asked her if she wanted food first. "I'm not that hungry, but I could eat", she told him then, her tone of voice soft and that same smile from before coming up again. Danielle brought their hands up now to her lips, kissing Grant's knuckles and then sat back down into her seat. "Is there going to be food at the activity that we can have or are we going to have to go off somewhere to get food anyway? You're not giving me any hints at all."

Grant nodded when Danielle said that she wasn't that hungry but could eat. He smiled as she kissed his knuckles and decided that they could go play mini golf first and then eat something afterwards. "Well I did say them separately, didn't I? That was kind of a hint. I don't think we'll eat at the place we're doing our activity. They don't even have food I don't think," he said while shrugging. "We'll do what I planned first and then we can get something to eat," he said, driving to the nearest mini golf place. He knew Danielle would figure it out once they pulled in but he hoped she was okay with playing, knowing it would be something fun for them to do. They had done it before and it would be interesting to see how it ended up this time. "Ready to play some mini golf?" He asked while grinning at his wife.

Danielle saw the mini golf compound that they had gone to before and a wide smile formed on her lips. It was one of the best date ideas that they could have. Granted, she wasn't great at any of it, but she could hold her own and it was fun to be able to hit a ball around with her husband and pretend they were teenagers again. "Ready", she told him once with an excited expression and leaned forward to kiss him rather quickly. It was nothing more than a quick peck, but a solid thank you for bringing her to the course. It wasn't as crowded as anyone would think, which was great and they wouldn't be rushed around. Sometimes Danielle took more than enough time at a hole because she'd goof around with her husband or not make the ball into the hole at all. "I think I want a red ball this time", the brunette spoke out as her hand went out to seek her husband's, lacing them together and then pulling him close to her so they could walk up towards the kiosk to pay and start playing.

Grant smiled against Danielle's lips, pouting when she pulled away before he could even return the kiss. He was glad she seemed excited to play, even if she didn't do so well the last time they did. It was all about having fun and he knew they would regardless of how well they did. "Yeah? I'll take a blue ball this time then," he said, smirking as he realized how that sounded. "I definitely don't want blue balls though," he whispered in her ear before giggling. Once they got their clubs and golf balls, they made their way out to the course and found the first hole. Thankfully it wasn't crowded, always hating when they were rushed if people were so close behind them or even when people were ahead of them. He wanted them to be able to take their time and have some fun. "Alright babe, you go first. Ladies first," he said while grinning.

Danielle matched her husband's giggles with her own because of his teasing. Her attention was now on the first hole and them walking towards it with equipment at hand. Grant's generosity with letting her go first didn't go unnoticed, but she did make sure to brush her hand against his torso when she moved in close to whisper to him. "I can promise you I would take care of anything that manages to pop up, blue or otherwise", she started out, winking at him once before placing her red ball at the indicator where she was supposed to start. Getting into stance was easy enough--though she did self consciously tug down her shorts just in case to cover everything--and hit the ball just barely enough to make it halfway down the first hole. "That could have gone better", she spoke out and tapped her club against her shoes. "Can you try and hit your ball with mine and get them both into the hole so that we can have a hole in one together?"

Grant smirked and licked his lips when Danielle spoke, blushing slightly. "You're bad," he whispered, shaking his head. Even if he knew what Danielle was saying was true, it was bold of her to whisper that in his ear right in the middle of the mini golf course. He cheered Danielle on and when she only hit it about halfway down the hole, he scrunched his nose. "Okay, not too bad. You gotta give it more power, babe. I know you're strong, you have it in you," he said. When she asked if he could try to hit her ball so that both went in the hole at the same time, Grant laughed. "I think that'd be a miracle but I can try, sure," he shrugged. It wasn't about winning anyway and it would make things more entertaining. Grant then took his stance and tried to aim for Danielle's ball, hitting it successfully and watching it roll to the other wall. His ball followed and both were now close to the hole. "Alright, not bad. I helped you out, you're welcome," he teased.

Danielle only gave her husband a smile when he started teasing her. It was innocent enough--the smile--but it was more than that. The thought had definitely crossed her mind ever since his fingers brushed against her hair back at home like that, and it seemed as though they were only going to stroke and tease the situation further. When Grant was up for his turn, Danielle did her best to cheer him on and when he was able to hit both of their balls together, she looped her arms around his neck in a hug to congratulate him. "My hero", she told him truthfully, glad for the extra boost in help and leaned forward to press her lips to his in another quick peck--just like before. She'd only have to putt her ball in to get her points and marked them down accordingly when she did, and awaited for Grant to continue on with his turn. Though she did reach out for him--for both her own benefit and to distract him--and poked his butt just once to get him to hurry.

Grant smiled and grinned when Danielle wrapped her arms around his neck and called him her hero. "Always," he whispered, smiling against her lips. He watched as Danielle putt the ball into the hole and when it was his turn, Grant cleared his throat and started getting into position. Clearly he was taking too long for Danielle's liking and he felt her poke his butt which made him turn around. "May I help you?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. He then went back to focus on the ball and hit it in the hole in one shot. Danielle was keeping score so Grant grabbed his ball as they started moving to the next hole. "You're up, pretty girl," he said, running a hand through her hand quickly and moving his fingers against her braid once more. If she was going to play this game, Grant was going to do it right back.

Danielle laughed gently when Grant turned around to face her afterwards, shrugging her shoulders and tried to play innocent afterwards. “I had to”, she told him truthfully. It was right there in front of her and she couldn’t just stare at it without touching it. So she did and she got caught, but it wasn’t like anyone could blame her for it. However, when his hands started touching her braid again and they stood closer than they had been since at home, her breath caught in her throat. They were playing a very dangerous game of mini golf and she was determined now to continue it. “Right. It’s my turn”, she answered him truthfully, her eyes locking with his. Mischievousness was well underway and this time as she got into her own stance, she didn’t bother with pulling down the legs of her shorts. If they rode up, they rode up and they were able to take their time with the hole as it were. Bending forward just a little bit more, she managed to hit the ball just a little bit shy of the hole and stood back upright to see it, placing a hand on Grant’s torso to brush her fingers against his shirt gently while they traded spots. “Good luck, baby”, she cooed out.

Grant smirked as he noticed he was having an affect on Danielle just like she was on him. They were going back and forth with this and the teasing was getting dangerous, especially since they were in public and in the middle of a game. It was still fun though and there was nothing wrong with some harmless fun. When she went for her turn, Grant couldn't help but stare at her ass as she bent down, licking her lips and completely missing where her ball had gone. Finally he looked over and saw it was close to the hole. "Great job babe. See? You're making some progress," he said, clearing his throat as she brushed her fingers against his torso. Grant didn't know what else he could possibly tease her with, so he simply ran his hand through his hair and then focused on hitting the ball, managing to get a hole in one. "Hole in one! Yes!" He cheered, tap dancing on the course now.

Danielle sighed contently just watching her husband play with his own hair. Grant's hair had gotten longer and seeing him tug at it was something that enticed her into doing, but she had to behave. Instead, she watched on and he had gotten one of the best scores in that part of the hole which was utterly fantastic. "That's amazing", she yelled out as he did, clapping her hands together before dropping her club and throwing her arms up to celebrate with him, though she did have to cover her eyes when he started dancing right in the middle of the game. "Baby, you're so silly", the brunette laughed out before picking up her belongings and went right to him, pressing her lips to his ear and lingering afterwards in order to reward him of the score that he had gotten. Now it'd be on to the next one after she would hit hers in again. The holes considerably got harder and harder, but Danielle was more or less into the other game that they were playing. It was a dangerous thing to start their flirtation right in the middle of the course as this, but it was all in good fun and they rarely had chances like this to let loose and be just them. "Think I can get a hole in one", she asked of her husband once they got to the third hole. "I want to score something tonight."

Grant smirked and winked at his wife when she said he was silly. He was dancing happily because he got a hole in one and that was just the dorky side of him coming out. They continued moving along and going from hole to hole, hoping that Danielle would get a hole in one too so that she would be excited. When she asked him if he thought she could get one, Grant nodded. "You just gotta focus. We're about halfway through now, I think you can get one before the game is over," he said confidently. "And even if you don't score with that tonight, I guarantee you'll score with something else," he said, licking his lips as he stared at her. Grant went his turn and managed to get the ball in the hole in two strokes, something he had been doing often. Now it was his wife's turn again and he was cheering her on, hoping she could get a hole in one. "You got this, babe."

Danielle whimpered with what her husband uttered out. It was exactly what she was thinking in her head and by god it was torture to continue this game, but she had to do so. They had gone so far and she needed to focus in order to finish as quickly as she can. “Think I can score that with the most strokes though. It’s a game of strokes and more is always better than less”, she uttered out, continuing on with the reference and maybe psyching her up with the real mental game now. Danielle hadn’t gotten a chance to have a hole in one, but she had been doing better than she thought she would. She was getting balls in with two or three strokes, staying on par and though Grant was probably winning by far, she was happy to be able to have his support and be able to play and relax. “I’m having fun”, she told him truthfully as she hit the ball into the hole, bending down to pick up their two balls afterwards and moved straight towards him. She needed the touch after everything that had happened and only got that by pressing her lips to the side of his neck to show a bit of affection.

Grant raised his eyebrows. "Except that's not the point at all, unless you wanna believe the more strokes the better," he smirked. "I can think of something else that the more strokes the better counts for, but not golf," he teased, winking at his wife. She still hadn't gotten a hole in one and he was sad for her but mini golf just wasn't everyone's thing. He wasn't the best at it and he considered himself lucky that he got one to begin with. They both rarely played this game but as long as Danielle was having fun, that's what mattered. "You promise you're having fun?" He asked her, running a hand against her braid again. They continued going through the course and now they were up to their last hole. "I guess there's no point in continuing to keep score if you don't want to. I think it's clear who the winner was," he teased. Grant took his last turn and wanted Danielle to finish up last, hoping she'd be able to get her hole in one before the game was over. "You got this."

Danielle placed her bottom lip in between her teeth and looked on as Grant played with the braid that her hair was in again. "Of course", she spoke out, her voice in the same teasing tone as his. "The real winner is me and I know I'm going to get my prize tonight." She gave him a wink of her own and soon she moved onward to the last hole. It was the hardest one at that, but there have been few people that had managed to get a hole in one at this place. The last hole usually had some character that acted as a ball catcher and they'd open and close whatever contraption in order to do so. "If I make this in, I am so making out with you in our car after this", she said on a whim and knocked the ball just gently towards the ramp. Grant's cheering was off in the distance and soon she heard the roar of the machine, saying that the ball was in their position now. "Did I really make a hole in one without trying", she asked of her husband, confused, but proud that she had managed to do so. "That's a miracle."

Grant smirked when Danielle said that they would make out in the car if she got the hole in one. "Well damn, now you better get that hole in one," he said, watching intently as his wife started her turn. When she ended up getting it in the hole in one shot, Grant jumped excitedly and started cheering for her. "You did it! I knew you could do it," he smiled. "And now we get to make out in the car," he added excitedly. Their game was over now and they made their way inside to return their golf clubs before heading to the car. "So...what are you feeling for dinner? I was thinking something like burgers, fries and milkshakes. Seems appropriate with the theme of our date, that's something you'd get after mini golfing right?" He said while shrugging. Once they were back in the car, Grant closed the door and looked over at his wife expectedly. "But before we eat, I do believe there is something you promised..."

Danielle eyes widened and laughed when she saw how excited Grant was that she had gotten a hole in one, which in turn made her just as excited. She grabbed onto his hand and returned the golf clubs so that she could get to doing what she wanted and promised. The teasing the whole night had really gotten to her and she wanted to make sure that she had her time with her husband before she had to share him again. His words were drowned out by her heart racing and her thoughts swirling, but she surmised it had something to do with food. Once they were safe in the car, Danielle had cupped Grant's cheek and pulled him closer to her. That was when she started on that heat searing kiss. It was passionate, surreal, and full on heated with everything that had happened between them--the innuendos, the flirtation, and the teasing had all boiled down to this kiss and this moment. She didn't waste any time on deepening it either, tilting her head and letting her tongue go to tease his lips. She wanted a taste, but she definitely wanted to prolong it as much as she could.

Grant smiled as Danielle cupped his cheek, not wasting any time on what he was implying. She had said they would make out in the car and soon enough she was pressing her lips against his and deepening the kiss almost immediately. Grant ran a hand through Danielle's hair and rested his fingers against her braid, gliding them up and down it as they continued kissing. He moaned in her mouth and started moving his tongue around her mouth, tasting every inch of her. The center console was starting to get in the way, causing Grant to groan but he still shifted so that he was closer to his wife, trying to press her body against his. "Remind me why I thought making out in a car would be so fun? I mean we've done it before but in the backseat it's...easier."

Danielle sighed through her nose once they were able to connect, running her tongue against his in order to taste every bit. Things were getting too heated too quickly, but all the brunette wanted was to be able to have her husband and be against him. Before long, she was moving so that she could but the center was in the way and she immediately hit her knee against it. The brunette broke away with a groan, but her eyes heavy and clouded as she rested her head against Grant's chest. Light laughter fell out of her and she lifted her head this time to press her lips against his neck, peppering light and lingering kisses to tease. She didn't dare to mark, but she was sure to brush her tongue against every part where she kissed. "I know, but now we have that carseat back there so it wouldn't be easier if we did manage to move back there now; but I don't want to stop kissing you. I love kissing you too much to stop." Danielle meant every word of what she said, even if it came out as a whisper and heavy with the need for air.

Grant heard a loud noise and when he realized it was Danielle's knee banging against the center console, he chuckled softly. There was no way they would be able to continue what they were doing, safely at that, but neither of them wanted to stop at the moment. She brought up how they had the car seat in the back for Ali now and he knew they couldn't just go back there to be more comfortable, even if that wouldn't be comfortable. He still didn't understand the hype about having sex in a car. "Right, yeah," he said, clearing his throat. "I love kissing you too, we probably shouldn't have started this in here because we can't finish and..." He trailed off. "Let's just get something to eat, something quick and we can pick up Ali, put her to sleep and then continue this. It'll be worth it and I really can't have blue balls for all that time so we better stop now before that happens," he said, fixing his shirt before getting ready to start driving again.

Danielle pulled away from her husband and took in one deep breath. He was right. They really couldn't start this in the car with all the stuff they had in it. Plus they were in a public parking lot, full of families and children, and she needed her wits about her. "You're right. Let's just stay calm and get something to eat. You said something about burgers before and that sounded like an amazing idea", she started out. Though her words were true, she did sound a little bit monotone like she was trying to convince herself more than likely. Grant's words did bring out a soft smile and she pressed her lips to his cheek in order to show him affection once more. "Like I told you before, I'll help with anything blue once we're back home and I can finally have you." One hand went to cup his cheek, brushing her thumb against it slowly before she would break away fully. "Calming down is a lot harder than I thought it would be", Danielle offered out now, sitting and pulling her seat belt over so that they'd be able to rest up and go get dinner for the night. "We can go to In n Out if you want. It's way faster and we can get home quicker."

Grant pursed his lips and nodded. "I don't want to have anything blue though, which is why I'm stopping now before things get to that point," he muttered. It was painful to have blue balls and Grant wanted to avoid it if possible and thankfully it seemed like he was able to calm himself down to the point where he would be fine until they got home. "In N Out is a great idea, I'm in the mood for some animal fries," he said, licking his lips at the thought. His stomach was growling and he hoped they wouldn't have to wait long and could just eat in the car before heading to Lili's to pick up Alison. Getting on line for the drive thru, Grant grabbed Danielle's hand and started playing with her fingers gently as they waited. When it was time to order, Grant ordered their food and then parked in the lot once they got it so they could eat, splitting a milkshake. "This is what Vancouver is missing, seriously. So good," he mumbled in between bites.

Danielle did a little fist pump when Grant agreed to her food choice. "Lots of animal fries, please", she spoke out to voice her own cravings and soon they were on their way. There was a smile on her lips when Grant started playing with their hands, looking down at them in order to see what had gone on and she herself moved back and gave him some leeway until their food had come in. The smell of everything was already intoxicating and she didn't say much after that. Eating was their top priority so that they'd grab their daughter and be able to go home quickly. "Some nice greasy food and a thick milkshake", she started out, teasing her husband but really she had so much of fries in her mouth that it came out mumbled. Everything was delicious and Danielle even let out a low moan after finishing up her last bite--maybe because of the food and what would transpire after it. "I didn't even realize it was that late. Bean's going to have to go bed right away", she started out now, pointing towards the clock in the car, but that pointing ended up giving her a chance to lay her hand on her husband's leg after she was finished eating.

Grant chuckled and nodded. "Hey, we're on hiatus, we can have some greasy food for once. I know I'm ready to just chill and not have to worry about what I eat and all the stuff I do to stay in shape. I mean obviously I'll work out a little bit, but I'm not gonna go crazy. My body is used enough over ten months," he said. When he realized the time, Grant looked at his watch and nodded. "Maybe she's already sleeping at Lili's, you never know. We haven't heard from her so I take that as a good sign," he shrugged. "Plus she needs to go to bed right away for another reason too," he smirked. Once they were done eating, Grant started driving to Lili's so that they could get their daughter and head home. He went inside and realized that things didn't go so smoothly for Lili, looking like she had gone through a hurricane. Ali was happy to see him, reaching for him so Grant took her and talked to Lili for a little before making his way back to the car. He put Ali in her car seat and got in the car, chuckling and shaking his head. "Lili looked like a wreck. She's convinced Ali hates her. I guess it didn't go so well..."

Danielle smiled as Grant started driving towards Lili and sat in the car to wait for her husband with their daughter, but honestly confused at what he was telling her. Alison had been nothing but a perfect angel since she was born in her eyes--but maybe she was biased because she was her mother. "Our Ali Bean? Hate someone? I don't think so. Poor darling Lili, though. Is she doing alright?" Babies were tough work for anyone to begin with, but as Danielle turned her attention back to see their sleeping daughter in the carseat, she couldn't understand why just anyone would think that sleeping angel would be a terror. "Maybe our little girl is being mischievous tonight. She's half Panabaker after all. We can be bad when we want to be." Her words were only enhanced with a kiss to her husband's cheek, nipping his jawline gently before sitting back down onto her side of the car. "Now let's get home and get her to bed properly because I really want to continue making out with you again."

Grant chuckled and shrugged. "I know, it's crazy. I think she'll survive. Ali seemed fine as soon as I got there though so I wouldn't have known any better. Except she kinda looked like a hot mess," he smirked. "Oh I know all about your bad side," he said, licking his lips and placing a hand on her thigh. He nodded and continued driving now, heading home so that they could put Ali to bed and continue what they started just a little while ago. Luckily by the time they got home, Ali was already sleeping so Grant carefully picked her up out of her car seat and brought her right to her bedroom upstairs, tucking her in her crib and placing her puppy right next to her. Once he was done saying goodnight to her, Grant walked into the bedroom and started changing into his pajamas, climbing into bed. "Now I have you all to myself," he said, smiling at his wife.

Danielle smiled when they got home and said her goodnights to her daughter quickly. She didn't want the little girl to wake up if she was going to sleep through the night and she needed Alison to do so. Once they were inside the house, she watched as Grant put their little girl to bed and then immediately went upstairs to the bedroom that she shared with her husband. It was a pain to get out of the clothes now that she had on, but it had to be done with the hour at hand. She got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt that belonged to Grant, afterwards sitting in bed and shifted her weight when her husband came in. "Did she go down well", the brunette asked, but she was distracted with him changing into his pajamas, much like she had done earlier, and came back into bed with her. There was no dwelling on anything as such at this point. Danielle let out a squeal of excitement and rolled over towards Grant, brushing the braid she had away from her face so that she'd be able to lay on top of him comfortably. "Oh yeah? What are you going to do with me then", she let out, curiosity peeking through in her tone of voice.

Grant nodded when Danielle asked if Ali went down well, waiting for her to join him in bed. "She didn't even wake up," he replied, smirking when Danielle climbed on top of him and asked what he was doing to do with her. "Oh I don't know. Maybe just watch TV while you lay on top of me?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows playfully. Grant then leaned in to start kissing Danielle sweetly, bringing one hand to her cheek and cupping it gently. He deepened the kiss and let out a soft moan as he ran his tongue against Danielle's bottom lip and then inside of her mouth. He bucked his hips as the kiss got more heated, pulling Danielle close to him even if she was already on top of him. He grabbed her shirt and started bringing it up her body, pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floor.

Danielle let out a scoff and a whine when Grant said something about just watching tv instead. She wasn't going to allow that, not with how the night had gone on before hand. There was relief when she found out he was only teasing and that meant so much more to her. Instead, she returned the kiss that Grant initiated, letting out a soft hum in the process. The kiss was sweet and slow, but before she could register what was happening, it was deepened and more heated. The brunette opened her mouth during the kiss and ran her tongue against her husband's own--wet and warm mixing together creating something so delicious and she only craved more. They only broke to take off the shirt that she had on and she would do the same with him, balling his shirt in her hands and tugging it over his head when he was preoccupied with hers. Chests heaved, gasping for air, but Danielle immediately latched onto Grant once more to return the heated kiss. This time her frame arched down towards him, needing more of his touch, needing more skin to skin, and she desperately moaned out for it.

Grant adjusted himself when Danielle started tugging on his shirt, helping her get it off his body. Both of them were topless now but Grant was now working on Danielle's bra so that she was completely topless like he was. He started pressing kisses to her collarbone, tossing the bra to the floor and adding it to the collection before grabbing one of her breasts. Grant rubbed his thumb against her nipple in a circle motion, doing the same with the other breast now at the same time to heighten the pleasure. He pressed his lips against Danielle's chest again, bucking her hips and moaning at the contact. His bulge was growing bigger in his shorts and it was starting to get uncomfortable without much contact. "I need you, baby," he breathed out, bucking his hips urgently once more.

Danielle moaned softly once she was bear from the waste up, her chest immediately arching for Grant's touch. She was sat up and every part of her just reeled from the sensations that was happening. Grant knew every part of her--what her weaknesses were, what fueled her desire for him--and she loved him even more so for it. As he moved against her, she would be able to bring her hands to his hair, tugging it gently as if to reward him and direct him to where she wanted his kisses to be. It was all just too sensational. When his hips started moving against her, that's when she nearly lost it. Every part of her had been on fire and she was already so slick with want for him that it felt absolutely perfect through their pajama bottoms as well. "Fuck", she whispered out afterwards. Her vocabulary was always more colorful when they were able to be intimate as such. "I need you too", she whispered out to him, this time her hips circling down against his. Though they were blocked by clothing, Danielle angled her center to brush along Grant's length, making sure that they were able to just get that little bit of friction to please them with a little tease as well.

Grant groaned when Danielle started tugging on his hair. It was a weakness of his and something she enjoyed as well and it only made his cock throb even more. When she said she needed her too, Grant swallowed hard and bucked his hips, his breathing picking up. The clothes in between them were frustrating Grant, not getting as much friction as he wanted. "These need to go," he huffed, gripping the hem of Danielle's pajama pants and sliding them down her legs. Grant didn't waste any time hooking his fingers into her underwear, getting rid of those too. Normally he would wait for Danielle to take off the rest of his clothes but at this point he was too impatient. He got out of his shorts and his boxers and rolled them over so that he was on top. "Now I can be inside of you," he whispered, smirking as he guided his length into Danielle's entrance.

Danielle growled as Grant had flipped them over. Though she thought about prolonging their actions further, she definitely agreed with her husband on his sentiment--especially if he was getting as firm as he was. Immediately, Danielle's hips rocked up in order to help him take off the rest of her clothing and had reached for his bottoms as well; but Grant was too fast for her. A giggle fell out of her afterwards, but she was already so wet and slick with her desire that nothing could prepare for her for what was about to happen. The connection was instant and there was soft moan of fulfillment when Grant entered her. It was like the world was complete and she wanted more of the pleasure that was increasing. "I love having you inside of me", she confessed out, half lidded hazel eyes locking on to the green that was hovering above her. "I love the way you make love to me", she continued on at this point, reaching out to cup his cheeks, and started to buck her own hips upward to get some friction.

Grant felt that Danielle was wet and ready for him right away which turned him on even more and making it much easier to enter her in one thrust smoothly. He felt full and complete now that he was inside of Danielle and he grinned when she said she loved when he was inside of her. "Me too," he whispered, kissing her face sweetly. "I love making love to you," he murmured against her chin before leaving a trail of kisses down to her neck. He grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, keeping them there as he kissed her passionately. Grant started moving in and out of her at a steady pace, going faster as he started getting more into what they were doing. He let out a moan against Danielle's mouth and started kissing down her body, taking one of her breasts into his mouth and flicking his tongue in a circular motion.

Danielle let out a soft gasp when Grant started moving against her, closing her eyes to just feel. The sensations were indescribable. It was like every piece of movement connected something together that elicited so much joy from the both of them. All that mattered was this moment and Grant's mouth on her was like fire. Once her hands were pinned above her now, not being able to touch her husband any longer, she let out a soft whine out of appreciation for it. It was always mesmerizing to her when Grant took control like this and she wrapped her legs around his hips to pull him closer towards her if it was at all possible. "I love you so much", she whispered out quickly, though it was muffled through her gasps for air and soft moans that fell out of her lips. The kiss he had given her had been lapped, hungrily tasting him but it was over as it started and Danielle arched her frame to Grant's lips. "That's it right there. Don't you dare stop", she told him again, in the same hungry whisper as before. "Oh my god, Tommy. Shit, you're gonna make me come."

Grant moaned when Danielle wrapped her legs around his hips, causing him to move inside of her even deeper which was an amazing feeling. He kissed Danielle passionately as she brought him closer to her and his breathing was picking up as he got closer to his climax. He panted heavily against her mouth, kissing his wife heatedly in between breaths and when he found his wife's sweetspot, Grant smirked against her skin and continued hitting that spot she told him to keep going to. "That's the plan," he teased as she said he was going to make her come. Putting his climax aside, Grant was focusing on sending Danielle over the edge so that he could watch her come undone and moan his name, one of his favorite things to witness. "Come for me, baby. Tell me who's making you feel this good. Hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Feels good, doesn't it?"

Danielle was on fire. Everything now had increased tenfold with the position that they were in now and she couldn't take it. With Grant's words and his actions, it took all of her to control herself in this moment, but it was getting harder and harder to with each passing second. Danielle's pants and sighs were increasing as well, her back arching up towards her husband with everything that he was doing, desperate to get more of what he was giving her--the climax that she threatened that would come if he kept up his barrage of actions. "Tommy", she breathed out, using the name that was only reserved just for her to use for him. "You. You make me feel so damn good. I'm gonna", she continued to grit out now. Her actions were already borderlining on sporadic and now it was just that. Her whole frame seemed to tense up and stop for just a brief moment in time. A loud moan fell out of her lips and her jaw dropped accordingly, but not until she let out a low, audible "Tommy" with it. Her climax hit her and it hit her hard with all of the teasing they had done tonight, shuddering and shaking all the way to her core. Even her toes started to cramp with just how amazing it actually was. "Oh my god", she said now that she finally regained her senses again, reaching up for her husband and taking him in a heated kiss. Danielle moved her hips again, this time to prolong that feeling of euphoria and help her husband along with his own release.

Grant sensed that his wife was close to her climax, doing everything he could so that she would reach her orgasm. He quickened his pace, thrusting in and out of Danielle at a rapid pace now all while kissing her skin, trying to elicit any kind of reaction that would lead her to coming. When her body tensed before hearing Danielle moan his name, Grant knew she was experiencing her climax, his cock throbbing at the sensation as she started riding out her orgasm. He continued moving inside of her so that she could ride out the aftershocks, as well as build up to his own climax that was rapidly approaching. Grant only needed a little bit more, feeling Danielle buck her hips against his which was the push he needed. "Fuck," he breathed out, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm..." He trailed off, moaning once he felt his climax, the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "Danielle, fuck," he moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips as he rode out his orgasm.

Danielle brought her frame up now to in order to press her lips against Grant's frame wherever she could find a spot. Their actions proved to be euphoric and it was amazing to see him come undone like that. It was all her doing and all of what she did and she was damn proud of it. "That's it", she whispered out into his ear, breathing heavily now as they continued to be connected. "I love you so much", she continued on, moving just enough to prolong his orgasm and calm them both down to relax for the night. Her fingers managed to brush against the hair that had fallen in front of his face, moving it away from him. She must have looked the same with her braid messed up from their actions. "That felt so good and so perfect. Are you doing alright up there?" Her tone of voice was light now, but it was full of love and happiness as she continued to rake her fingers against Grant's hair gently.

Grant smiled against Danielle's skin, pulling out of her and resting his head on Danielle's chest. He laid against her in pure exhaustion, letting out a content sigh and closing his eyes. He smiled widely when he felt Danielle's hands in his hair, hoping she would get the hint and do just that. "Mhm," he murmured in agreement, always loving how good he felt after making love with his wife. "I'm doing great," he mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around Danielle tightly and snuggling into her. "I love when you play with my hair. It feels so nice. Especially now that it's longer," he said, his fingers moving up and down Danielle's forearm gently. "I love you so much," he whispered, letting out a yawn shortly after. Grant knew he would end up falling asleep in that position and he hoped Danielle wouldn't mind since he had no plans on moving.

Danielle smiled and continued to run her fingers against her husband's hair, playing with it gently in order to lull him to sleep. It was tiresome and they had a big day behind him. No wonder they were exhausted after their little rendezvous with each other. "I love you more", she said as she turned her head, tilting it slightly in order to press her lips to his forehead. It was a soft sign of affection that she could give him, but with his arms wrapped around her, she didn't want to move. Grant's yawn had elicited one of her own and soon she had closed her eyes and relaxed against their bed. "You're going to start another dangerous game", she mumbled out to her husband. "Now I'm starting to yawn and that means we're probably going to end up falling asleep." And she was right. Just a few moments later, the brunette was out like a light, arms wrapped around her husband with a hand still in his hair, and her own messed up hairdo which would have to be fixed in the morning.

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Sherlock SSN 4 ‘Live’ Blog

Sherlock

Season 4: The Six Thatchers

‘Live’ Blog

Fair Warning, below the line are spoilers. If you’ve not watched the episode yet (which you probably have) then do not read below the line. Else wise - this is my ‘live’ blog of T6T (aka, my comments and thoughts as I am watching).

Fair Warning 2, there’s a lot surrounding John that I don’t like and I get kind of angry about it. Like, a lot angry.

Continue if you dare ;)

 Shout out to @heroofthreefaces for telling me where to find the episode! Sometimes I don’t have the mental energy to sort through the safe options, so I appreciate such a kind and helpful fandom. Thanks lovely.

  Ugh, I have missed Sherlock so fucking much, guys! I feel like I’m riding a trike without two wheels because Sherlock has been gone – Doctor Who has been gone – and the wheel remaining (SPN) has been a bit lacking (imho). So this is like getting a new used trike that’s working with a wobbly wheel. YUS>>>

 BROTHERS

MY GODS IT IS LOVELY

 Sherlock is such a piece of work. It is crazy how bleh

 THEY HAVE TUMBLR USERS WORKING FOR THEM! WE CAN TWIST ANYTHING TO MAKE SHERLOCK INNOCENT!

 Targets wait.

“I’ll know when it begins.”

“I always know when the game is on.”

“Because I love it.”

Oh Sherl.

 While the openingcredits roll – I’m going to say that I hate Moffat so much.

I’ve seen a lot of OOC content – and I don’t know if it’s fan manips or if it’s 100% honest representatives of the content. So I’m curious what taste this episode will leave in my mouth.

 Sherlock narrating with Sharks swimming in the background – that is my new aesthetic for sure.

Are there any Sherlock!Shark fics?

 Mary seems more interested than even Sherlock.

 I love that Sherlock is tweeting. It’s adorable.

I also love John’s silver hair. It’s distinguished, as we’ve always read, but Martin wears it so well. Yays.

 59 Missed Calls.

BABY!

BABY IS COMING!

JOHN IS NOT AN OB DOCTOR.

 GODFATHER

Did they agree to do this? Did they agree that Sherlock is a fitting Godfather?

 Sherlock is my husband in that scenario, honestly.

But I feel like they should have known as much.

 SHERLOCK AS A GODFATHER IS SO FUCKING ADORABLE!

SHERLOCK!DAD IS A THING I NEED DID YOU KNOW?! YOU SHOULD KNOW!

 DAD!LOCK

 Sleepy Watsons.

 I love that Sherlock already checked with Mary.

Is John going to flirt with the Rowena-wannabe?

BITCH IS GONNA GIVE HIS NUMBER TO HER

PLEASE NO HALP

SHE GOTTA BE BAD BAD BAD TO THE BONE

 Oh it must have been the flower that she was staring at, right?

Not because she’s admiring our distinguished Watson Doctor.

 Charlie’s son is in danger I think.

He’s in danger for sure.

Lestrade says weird and danger.

 SPLOSION

 Sherlock laughing; “I thought it would tickle you.”

 Oh, I have missed this so very much. I can’t cope with this being the end. I truly cannot.

 “Is it is my birthday.”

“Take all the credit.”

 “Definitely a sore spot.”

 Lestrade genuinely believes Sherlock doesn’t know his name.

BUT HE DOES – he just doesn’t want anyone to know he knows stuff about them.

 Can we say it is canon that Mary breastfeeds?

It looks like maybe she does but I can’t be certain. It would mean a lot if we just had a line or a passing snapshot about it.

 Is Sherlock having a vision? Is he hallucinating? What’s happening here? Are the objects speaking to him? What – is –happening?

 SHERLOCK USING HIS INTUITION?!

I am calling OOC on this one.

 Lestrade is such a fucking attractive person.

 Smiling offends Sherlock, apparently.

 His son meant to surprise his father and as a parent I want to cries lots.

SO CRIES.

 IT CANNOT BE THAT EASY AND OH NOOOOOOO PLEASE HELP ME

It’s going to feel awful no matter what.

 Husband & Mrs. Husband.

He actually almost tried there. It was sort of sweet of him. He used a soft voice.

 VERY FULLY FUNCTIONING

He’s even worse than Sherlock, oh my god.

 The water thing is weird.

 CALL HIM ON IT MARK – I MEAN MYCROFT.

 Sherlock’s love of pirates is adorable.

Can it be a headcanon that Sherlock spends his free time watching Pirates of the Caribbean? I kind of want that to be a thing.

 Lestrade. Do the flirts.

DO THE FLIRTS LESTRADE.

 And since when does Sherlock consult with not Lestrade?

WHEN DID THAT BECOME A THING?

 THE BALLOON JOHN

HAHAHAHA – That guy is mentally unstable, it feels.

The hell is Sherlock doing – what is he telling to this man for why?

He’s gone bonkers, hasn’t he?

 Oh he was doing a funny.

Sherlock doing a funny is funny. In a strange way.

 LESTRADE KNOWS SHERLOCK SO WELL AND I JUST FEELL IKE HE DOESN’T GET ENOUGH CREDIT!

 “have a good time”

 kid I know – hacker – brilliant

Sherlock would know a hacker.

 He looks like Sherlock’s old dog, my goodness.

 “Don’t wait up.”

 ROSIE IS CUTE AS A BUTTON SAVE FOR HER FAKENESS.

John running about with the Rosie doll is fucking great. They are definitely every bit the parents you would expect.

I can’t get over how bad the baby thing is though – very obviously fake – the way the hood was sitting is stupidly horrible. It would be dead.

 They’re saying they’re child is a bit of a rotten piece of flesh in bed – my goodness! As a parent I can tell you I have not done this. Not even when my babe was that smol.

 I like that last name: Harker. I’ll have to use it sometime as a throwback to SH.

 I glanced back up and I thought this was an odd photo shoot but it’s a dead body.

What does that say about me… probably nothing good.

 THE FUCK SHERLOCK?!

 Is anyone else not impressed with this fight scene? Like, it definitely felt artificial.

I mean, all fight scenes are, but they were maybe a little too safe with that one.

 Does the man know about this fight is happening in his house?

 There should be blood on that dudes face.

 I can only assume the guy didn’t necessarily know – or at least knew to call the police? I’m intrigued.

 I ache for what I know is going ot happen man, I don’t want to know it.

But I know it.

And I know what John says to Sherlock.

And I HURT FOR MY SHERL.

 Our Sherl, really.

Let me be selfish at this moment.

 SHOOTING STUFFS HAPPENIGN PEOPLES DEAD.

 That must have been Mary?

Yes.

Yes it was.

Those two were partners, then, and it must have gone south.

 That was a pretty wide stand for general lap top use.

Anyone else feel uncomfortable about that?

 Okay, so that’s not Mary’s JD.

That’s just the JD of one of her partners – the partner trying to murder her.

That’s why he was looking for the statues. Okay dokay.

 Are we to believe as the viewers that the person hanging up that they were punching was Mary? Because she got some seriously repressed issues if it was – like I hope John is gentle with her.

 No Entry naturally means ENTER ALL THE TIMES.

 What an odd rendezvous..

 Necessary, of course.

 Sherlock is being a good friend right now.

 “Polite title.”

 Yeah, really wrong is a way to put it.

 She’s excited for him to be alive.

But she don’t know – She doesn’t know – he wants to murder her.

 Sherlock is trying so hard to keep her safe.

 That’s a considerable amount of bronzer on her cheeks. Beautiful woman she is, though. Make-up or not.

 SHERLOCK THE DRAGONSLAYER IS MY FAVE EVER

 My husband just told me it looks like I’ve just found a way to connect Sherlock and Merlin.

 DID THIS BITCH DRUG HIM?

MARY YOU FUCKING BITCH HE WAS TRYING TO BE A GOOD FRIEND AND YOU DID THE BAD FRIEND BITCH BYE DON’T COME BACK

 You are going to die.

You are GOING to do the DIE.

 DOES JOHN KNOW SHE DRUGGED HIS BEST FRIEND?

 “I love an acronym.”

 “It went horribly wrong.”

WHAT A WAY TO PUT IT AGAIN

 “Difficult to tell the difference these days.”

Mycroft calling out the OOC like a boss.

 The retired in a permanent sort of way. Oh gosh.

 Is this Mary?

Oh gods it is.

 Poor John.

 GIVE JOHN THE HUGGLES.

GIVE HIM A SHOT OF WHISKY AND A HUGGLE.

 John is a single dad, oh lawd help.

 I’m curious where this gun business is going.

 OF FUCKING COURSE

GODDAMN SHERLOCK WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING

 “How the fuck” indeed princess.

 They’re having a laugh.

I love them having a laugh.

 JOHN

JOHN YOU SHOULD PUNCH HER SHOULDER PLAYFULLY AND THEN KISS HER FACE.

 John deserves better, and I want him to be happy, and if he wants to be happy with her – that’s great – but he’s not getting everything he deserves in the relationship.

BITCH NO YOU DO NOT DESERVE JOHN WATSON.

YOU ARE A GOOD FRIEND BUT NOT THE BEST WIFE.

I’m not the best wife either, so I feel you girl, but please be better to John.

With the time that you have left – be good to him.

BE SO GOOD TO HIM!

 Is this bro mad because he thought she knew he was alive?

OKAY THAT WAS NO MARY.

 So bro is mad because she fled for her life.

I can understand being mad about that – but if someone is really family to you – like – wouldn’t you want that person to do what saves them

 I AM SO STRESSED BY THIS SITUATION

 MY HEART IS RACING

I WANT TO DO THE CRIES.

 So he has legitimate reason to believe that the British woman betrayed them.

 Ammo.

Ammo in latin.

 John is such a smol bean.

PLEASE DO NOT DO THE BAD THING JOHN

DO NOT CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE

 I HOPE YOU DID NOT CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE JOHn

ESPECIALLY WITH NOT SHERLOCK

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   NO

DO NOT

 THROW THAT SHIT AWAY JOHN

 FUCKING DAMN DAMN DAMN JOHN

MARY DESERVES BETTER

 I CANNOT FUCKING DO THIS

 I TAKE AWAY THE SMOL BEAN STATEMENT

WHAT A FUCK

 WHAT A FUCK

 OOC

OOC

OOC

OOC

OOC

OOC

OOc

NO

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 FUCKING NOW

I HATE EVERYTHING

 I should have known.

I should have known the way they laid in bed

I thought it was strange

And now it is strange

BECAUSE JOHN IS SUCH A FUCK

 THESE TWO FUCKS DESERVE EACH OTHER BECAUSE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCK

    I FUCKING HATE THIS

I FUCKING HATE MOFFAT

WHAT ON EARTH MAD THIS FUCKING OKAY

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 FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THIS

 Does Sherlock know?

Is this why he’s been involving Mary in his case?

IS SHERLOCK TRYING TO HELP JOHN MAKE BAD CHOICES.

 I am so mad.

SO

FUCKING

MAD

SO FUCKING MAD

I should have KnoWN

MOFFAT TOUCHES IT

IT IS RUINED

BECAUSE HE CANNOT LEAVE GOOD ENOUGH ALONE

 I CANNOT BREATHE BECAUSE I AM SO RAGE

 HOW THE HELL CAN I LOOK AT JOHN NOW WITHOUT WANTING TO PUNCH

JOHN IS NOT THAT KIND OF MAN

HE IS NOT THE KIND OF MAN TO DO THAT BECAUSE HE IS TOO GOOD HE IS TOO LOYAL

THAT IS SO OOC THAT I CANNOT ACCEPT ANY OF THIS SEASON AS CANNON NOW BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS FUCKED UP

 GOOD MEN MAKE BAD MISTAKES BUT THIS WAS NOT NO NO NO

This is not John.

John would make a stupid mistake like – putting the wrong fuel in a car.

 ICE LOLLY LADY

Sherlock should have brought an ICE LOLLY

 I cannot handle this.

I don’t mean to shame people who have affairs – because it happens. It’s a natural thing that happens – IN STRAINED RELATIONSHIPS if the people are good people – and I would not be surprised that Mary and John have a fractures relationship on a good day. So I get it – I understand – I think it happens more often than not. But dammnit, John Watson is loyal to the Nth degree. He wouldn’t sell out his mates if it meant his death. What bothers me about this is that I can’t imagine any alternate universe – no other time line – NOTHING – nowhere would John do this to Mary.

 He loves her so much he was willing to let her past be in the past so he could marry her. HE LOVES HER SO MUCH that she holds her on the same pedestal as Sherlock – letting her be a proper git running around the world to ‘solve’ her problem.

John.

Watson.

Would.

Not.

Do.

This.

To.

Mary.

 FUCKING NO

  The gun is pointed at Sherlock

And now it’s not Sherlock dying.

 Sherlock called for the ambulance.

 “Come on Doctor you can do better.”

 Oh my gods.

I’m not crying – you’re crying.

 “I’m sorry for shooting you, that time.”

 Come on Doctor you can do metter.

 John is disturbingly calm.

 His screaming is frightening.

Scary John Watson is Scary.

I’m shaking.

 Side note, I’m surprised that martin wasn’t more emotional watching he love die like that – fake or not. The Phelps twins had a very difficult time after the death scene in Deathly Hallows – and I thought this would have been equally as difficult for Martin and Amanda.

 John is so angry.

I am so legitimately scared.

Martin would play the villain quite well.

 HOLY SHIT. Sherlock is the one in therapy.

That is super groundbreaking.

A more human Sherlock Holmes is such a crazy thing.

 Mycroft looks like he lives in the basement of his work building.

Headcannon?

 Will John move back to 221 with Rosie? Probably not – not safe. Not safe at all.

 “Work is the best antidote to sorrow.”

That is true, for me.

 NORBURY

NORBARRY

NORBURRY

NORBERRY

 Miss Me disc.

Miss Me disc.

Fucking hell.

 “Thought that would get your attention.”

 I am permanently fucked up.

 Molly doesn’t look impressed to have Sherlock around.

 I don’t like how brash she’s being. I know of all people she has every right to be – but she’s been just as dedicated to him as anyone else. I don’t like it. I know everyone reaches a point of no tolerance.

 “Save John Watson.”

 Save him from what – oh gods.

 SAVE HIM FROM WHAT

 John needs to stop. PLEASE STAHP JOHN.

 “Go to hell, Sherlock.”

 THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT ABOUT

FUCK

FUCKING ME UP

ALL OF IT FUCKING ME UP GODDAMN

  SO – A brief reflection of the episode.

 So, all in all it wasn’t as terrible as I was expecting. I don’t lie when I say I hate Moffat. He convolutes things and leaves plot holes galore. He has this way of leaving POC out of his work and being a general twat about LGBT. The episode was well done.

 I’m a bit rusty, of course, and feel poorly about my ability to foretell the events of the episodes as well as I have in the past. (I’ve not read all of the Sherlock Holmes stories).

 Back to content, I think they humanized Sherlock in a beautiful way – and it did seem OOC but it was OOC in the right way. Transitions always feel off and ill-placed. We as people have to make changes and it shows, we are always uncomfortable in the early stages of change – doubtful of ourselves. So Sherlock’s OOC nature was not a problem for me.

 But John… I don’t like what is happening with him. I don’t like the shady affair business. I don’t like him deferring and submitting to Mary and Sherlock. I don’t like his shutting Sherlock out for something that wasn’t even his fault. JOHN TOLD MARY TO GO – and were John there he’d have done exactly as Mary did. John is a smart man, emotional to boot, but intelligent and reasonable. Whatever is happening with his character reeks of poor writing. I’m not particularly excited to see what becomes of his character.

This may be the season that taints Johnlock for me – as a friendship or otherwise.

 This episode made me appreciate Mary more, and I hadn’t liked her at all. Not because she was a bad character or anything. I didn’t like her for John, it never felt right. But now – I have a lot of respect for her because she did give John the option of knowing what she came from. He chose not to know. So I feel she’d been fairly transparent from that point on. I don’t agree with her choices but she clearly was trying harder that I believed prior to the whole random affair that had 0% purpose to the story.

 IT DID NOT BELONG.

 And Molly, she’s cold. She felt off. She’ll bit at Sherlock for being a git, but it’s almost like she’s eaten up this false story of Sherlock being a villain – some poppycock John is surely spouting off in his fits of rage. And John has those, those complaints about Sherlock and his work and his flaws… But nothing that would convince anyone he genuinely hates Sherlock. This just…

 I feel like Sherlock has gained some humanity to appease those around him, but not the people around him have decided “Just kidding, we’re still over it.” Like, I don’t know. Maybe I’m seeing through a lens that holds Sherlock on high… But these characters are turning on him, it feels, right? Not like in season two when Moriarty ripped apart his reputation – but genuine friends turning their back to him.

 Like I said, I know people reach a point where they can give no more tolerance. There is a point in time where we can’t give any more of ourselves to a toxic person or a toxic relationship; and it is good to walk away when it becomes an issue for him. But I cannot believe that is what is happening.

 And return to the point of John’s affair.

What poor writing – unless it gets addressed in the next episode.

Sherlock didn’t hint to knowing.

Mary didn’t hint to knowing. If anyone would know – those two would know.

And I don’t feel confidently any lines in this episode suggest that either Mary or Sherlock actually know. I had my theory that Sherlock did know and was encouraging John (or rather protecting Mary by keeping her busy – he did seem more protective and invested in Mary than John this episode, and he’s even been someone inclined towards Mary over John in the past in one way or another).

That’s the sort of stuff that bothers me about projects Moffat is associated with… There’s also something missing that makes the project feel wrong. Incomplete. Wrong.

 As for the plot – it was nice to have more about Mary revealed. It was nice to not be delving right back into the Moriarty business. It’s also nice to have more domesticity in the show – a way to keep older characters relevant who don’t feel quite as important anymore with the case searching that Sherlock does on his own. And there didn’t even need to be a compromise to the content that people actually watch Sherlock for: a mystery.

 If I had to give this work a grade or a rating – I think I’ll give is a solid A- or 8/10.

It’s hard to say for sure because I couldn’t read all the text because of my live blogging and details surely went unnoticed. For now I’m pretty impressed. It exceeded my expectations but didn’t completely “wow” in any way except this affair nonsense that will eat away at me for the rest of all eternity.

#sherlock #sherlocked #the six thatchers #t6t #spoilers #sherlock season 4 #fandom rant #live blog

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Not What She Seems-Chapter 2: The One Where Things Take A Dark Turn

*Disclaimer-Supernatural and its characters are still owned by the CW and all the people who were smart enough to create them and unfortunately this wasn't me. OC is mine though, so yay for creative license. This is rated M for eventual sexual content (talk about a slow burn), language, and violence. There are descriptions/mentions of sexual assault, although not super graphic, so if that's something that will bother you please skip over this because I don't want to make you sad. Also, this is the first time I've written a fanfic that has seen the light of day, so bare with me while I get used to it. Please rate, review, download, favorite, whatever it is you cool kids do. I hope you enjoy! :) *

Sam rubbed a hand across his tired eyes and leaned back in his chair. Garth, despite his peculiar ways of research and dealing with the brothers, was good at what he did. Although there wasn't a lot of information about what they were hunting, he had done a good job of finding people for them to interview, places to check, autopsy reports and photos of previous victims, a pretty detailed timeline, and a list of places and people to reference for lore if they needed. If Garth was nothing else, he was thorough. Sam had been staring at autopsy photos, and each one seemed to get more and more graphic. Over the past year, five women had been taken, and all five had been found in various states of decomposition. Each one had been tortured to varying degrees, and at least two of them had been sexually assaulted before they were killed. That was the first thing that threw Sam off. Vampires, although known to enjoy partaking in alcohol, drugs, and sex, didn't torture and just throw the person out like garbage, at least not like this. If possible they just turned them and made them part of their nest. If they killed someone, intentionally or not, it was a traditional body dump.

These crime scenes were brutal, and according to the police reports, they were just the secondary scenes. Sam closed his laptop and, discovering that his beer was empty, wandered into the bunkers huge kitchen to grab another. The second thing that he had thought was odd were the choice of victims. The women had nothing in common. There were no distinguishing physical features that tied them together, their backgrounds were different, and even their addresses provided no sense of a pattern. To top it off, the sixth victim, and the one that Garth had pinpointed as an anomaly (Sam had to give it to him, he was a genius at patterns), was male. He had been tortured and beaten before his throat had been slit and he was unceremoniously dumped in an abandoned lot. Although the sexual assault component was missing, the body had several bite marks and, like the others, was mostly drained of blood which brought Sam back to the vampire theory.

"What the hell is going on?" he mumbled to himself as he grabbed another beer, oblivious to his brother as he entered the room.

"Who are you talking to, Sasquatch?" Sam grunted in response as he twisted the cap off his beer.

"This case, man. It's weird," Sam said as he tossed the last beer to Dean. Dean sat at the table and took a sip. Sam leaned against the counter and watched his brother for a moment. He looked exhausted and Sam sighed knowing that rest was still far off for the two. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Are you gonna tell me or are you wanting to play twenty questions?" Sam cleared his throat.

"Sorry. Okay, so about a year ago, a girl named Isabella Martin disappeared. She was there one day, and then the next she was gone. The only thing missing other than her was her purse. Her clothes, phone, keys…all of it was left behind. After searching for a couple of weeks, the police were lost. She was a good kid, had a nice job, never been in trouble. The case went cold and a month after she disappeared, a construction worker found her naked body inside a barrel on a job site. She'd been tortured; cuts all over, broken bones, bruises, you name it. According to the coroner's report, she'd only been dead a day or so. A couple of days after the first body is found, a second girl named Abagail Barnes disappeared. Same scenario. Two months later, she was found at a park about fifteen minutes from where she was last seen. She'd also been tortured and had only been dead about three or four days. A few more days pass, another girl disappears. Every couple of months, someone else would disappear and then turn up dead. The time frame was getting longer in between, but the torture was getting worse, and the last two female victims were sexually assaulted before death." Dean paled slightly, but remained quiet for a moment.

"Last two female victims? Was there a dude?" Sam nodded.

"Yea, and that's when Garth caught on. Three days ago, a man named Benjamin Taylor disappeared. The difference, though, is that there was an actual crime scene at his apartment and they found his body way faster, earlier today actually. He'd been tortured, but not quite to the same degree. He'd also been beaten, was covered in bite marks, and his throat was slit. He had only been dead a few hours when he was found in an abandoned lot by a group of kids." Dean leaned back in his chair.

"How is this our problem?" he asked as he stared Sam down. Sam cross his arms.

"What do you mean 'how is this our problem?'? Six people are dead." Dean rolled his eyes.

"And that's terrible. I hope they catch the son of a bitch that did it, but this isn't our fight. We hunt monsters, Sam, not serial killers." Sam slammed his beer bottle on the counter.

"We don't know that that is what's happening! What about the bite marks? What about-"

"It's some sick bastard with a biting fetish, who gets off on raping women and killing them. He's a monster, but not the kind we fight, Sammy." Dean pushed himself away from the table and headed for the door. Sam picked up the beer bottle and threw it. It struck the far wall and shattered, beer and glass flying everywhere.

"Don't call me Sammy!" he bellowed, which stopped Dean in his tracks. Sam was staring at him, his hazel eyes tired and dark. He was trembling slightly and his hands were curled in tight fists at his sides. As quick as the moment started, it was over. Sam slumped against the counter. "Dammit, Dean. Something is going on. We are driving to Wichita tomorrow and we are going to the morgue to look at the most recent victim and talk to the coroner. You should probably get some sleep. It's almost a three hour drive and you look tired." Dean narrowed his eyes at his baby brother, wanting nothing more than to tear him a new one. Instead, he angrily strode past Sam.

"Fine," he hissed and disappeared down the hall. Sam sighed then began cleaning up the mess he had made.

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Dean stalked through the halls of the bunker and flung the door open to his room. He slammed it shut behind him and went straight for the whiskey on his desk. He immediately tossed back a glass, filled it a second time, then sat heavily on his bed. He was angry. He wasn't even sure why he was angry. The guy Sam described was a monster. But they couldn't fight everything, and he was tired. He felt guilty at being mad at Sam, especially since he was just trying to help someone, but Dean had had enough. He was exhausted and he knew that Sam was even worse off. For once, they had a place to call home. They had their own rooms, beds that were heaven compared to what they had spent most of their lives on, and privacy. They could sleep without fear of someone breaking in and attacking, they didn't have to stay in the Impala hours on end. Dean had learned that, with an actual kitchen at his disposal, he was a really good cook. That's all he wanted. He and Sam had earned it, and yet here they were. He was tired of fighting, and he wasn't just thinking about demons and ghosts. He finished off his second drink and considered a third.

"Ah hell, why not? Tomorrow is going to suck anyway." He poured another, then started at the rich amber liquid in his glass. "It's a wild goose chase, you know? I get that people died, but we don't stop human murderers. Well…except the Benders. That was a thing. But I'm not Derek Morgan, leave that shit up to the BAU." He chuckled to himself, took another sip of whiskey, and looked up to the ceiling. "Cas, buddy, we need you. Maybe you can zap a little common sense into that hard as hell skull of Sam's. Or just knock us both out for a few days so we actually get some sleep. How 'bout that, buddy?" He paused. "Cas, can you hear me?" He was greeted with nothing but silence. "Of course not. I'm just sitting here talking to myself like a dumbass." Dean leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. "I'm not even sure why I try. Hopeless romantic, I suppose…" he trailed off as his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep, his glass tilting haphazardly in his hand, the liquid shimmering in the soft light of his lamp.

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Ava stared at Sebastian, eyes wide as she contemplated what he had just said.

"Why does that matter?" Sebastian gathered up her wallet, placed the license back inside, then slid the wallet back into her bag.

"What?" He looked at her innocently.

"Why does being an organ donor matter?" Sebastian smile, and for a moment he seemed embarrassed, his harsh features softened by an almost boyish grin.

"Oh, it just means you're a really giving person. You are, aren't you? You seem like you would be." She swallowed painfully and her eyes shot quickly to the glass of water before resting back on his face. "You must be parched! I didn't even think…I don't really drink a lot of water, so I forget that others aren't the same." He gently tilted the water to her lips. The cold water spilled painfully down her dry throat, but she thought it might be the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. He pulled the glass away and a quiet moan escaped her. She was still so thirsty. "Ava, if you drink too much, too fast, you'll get sick. We must pace ourselves.' He sat the glass gently back on the nightstand, again just out of her reach should she try to get it again. His attention went back to her bag. "What is this?" His hand disappeared and brought out a black canvas bound book. Her sketchbook.

"Please…" She wanted to take it from Sebastian, but she knew the consequences would probably be worse than not answering one of his questions. He noticed her discomfort and smiled again, his expression cold.

"Something important, I take it?" He began flipping through the pages. "A sketchbook. You…you are very good." He had stopped flipping and was staring at the book intently. "This is your boyfriend, isn't it?" He flipped it around where she could see it and tapped the page. "What was his name?" She felt her heart skip a beat as she caught what Sebastian had said. He'd said 'was'. He leaned closer, his face inches from hers. "Ava, don't forget the rules. What…was…his…name?"

"Benjamin…his name was Benjamin." She stared into Sebastian's black eyes as tears formed in her own. "What did you do to him? Where is he?" He laid the sketchbook down, and traced her collarbone with a gentle finger.

"Benjamin had other business to tend to. Unfortunately, he wasn't nearly as good at following the rules as you are. We had…complications." His hand slid further down and stopped to cup her breast gently. He leaned in and his voice dropped to a whisper. "He didn't want me to have any fun. Quite selfish, Benjamin. I could have really used his help, but don't worry, he still came in quite handy." His thumb had begun to make lazy circles and she felt as though she would throw up as she felt his hand through her thin shirt. He shifted so that he was facing her completely, and with his free hand, he pulled her face to his. His mouth worked against hers and she tried to pull away. He moved in harder, and when she didn't quit struggling against him, he bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. He pulled back and grinned, her blood bright against his pale lips. He put a finger to the wound and then, while she watched with shocked, morbid curiosity, he licked the blood from his fingertip. His eyes closed and he sighed. "That is lovely. You…Ava, you are divine." He stood up then and fell back against the headboard. "Are you hungry? I bet you are hungry. I will go whip up something for you. I'll be back soon, pet." He walked towards the door, then paused and looked at her over his shoulder. "Don't worry about Benjamin. I'm sure that someone has found him by now." He shut the door behind him and Ava crumpled, unconsciousness her only escape.

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