#and i think it would be really cute if it was like a soot sprite with one of those little stars that they hold as the pocket :-)

[skywitchmaja]

i lost my airpods then i found my airpods so yay!!! for that!! but now i’ve lost my over ear headphone bag which isn’t a very big deal bc i still have my headphones but they’re much less portable without the bag and my 1/8” to 1/4” adapter is in there!!

[fatuismooches]

Okay along with the foxtorre creature, what if reader also found the little bird things from nahidas fairytale?

The first time they stumble upon the little things they just stare up at them with that big eye (and there's like a bunch of them) they're kind of confused but the little things are also very cute? Literally give them a little pet and they'll be following them forever😭 They'll just be passing through the lab and the little birds are padding after them in a straight line like they're their mother 🐥 Dottore is definitely slightly annoyed because there are so many of them and now they are all over his lab (They were definitely just a byproduct of foxtorre...) Also I love to think that they are just simply indestructible, you can squish them as hard as you want and they'll simply puff back up (Holding them tightly in my grip like those pics where people hold plushies really tight✊️) they definitely love to follow you around and hop all over you (I like to imagine they're like the soot balls in sprited away)

SLIDING UP AND DOWN THE WALL I LOVE THOSE LITTLE GUYS SO MUCH AHHHHH *screams* YES ANON. YES YE SYES!! I wanna cup them in my palms and let them sit on my shoulders and head they're so silly and I would also pick them up by that little lock of blue hair at the top of them 😭❤️

After reader finds foxttore i imagine they would be a little bit confused but get over it quickly because 1. these guys are hella cute and 2. anything can exist in Dottore's lab. So you just place your hand out and they just start crawling up your arm and nuzzling into it with their tiny beaks 🥺 You scoop a few up and bring them back to your room but somehow a ton end up following you? You don't even know where they came from but it seems like they're gonna be chilling with you and the little fox creature now!

Bro Dottore would probably want to get rid of them *cough permanently* but you would literally be begging and crying to let them stay and he lets you have your way... just as long as they don't get in the way of the research experiments... (why are you so attached to this nonsensical creatures when you have him?) BUT OMGGG SQUISHING THEM BUT THEY JUST PUFF UP SO CUTEEE ❤️❤️ Would they be a stress ball for you? 😭 I imagine sometimes when you don't want to carry things they all crowd together and just,,, The object is placed on top of the huge group and if you don't look carefully, you'll think it's flying 😨 (their little legs are putting in WORK)

The fox creature and the little puff balls are your emotional support ❤️ you definitely hold them to sleep whenever Dottore's not around!

[hollyhomburg]

would there be specific holidays or traditions that the pack/mc would celebrate 🥹 i feel like hobi/mc would be the cutest and bake cakes and send big bouquet of flowers to each packs workplace

i have like- one idea of jin and tae going absolutely ham with halloween decorations- maybe hobi dressing up in zombi makeup and scaring the kids, i just imagine yoongi setting up a really big spider crouching over their porch- the works- all because it makes the neighborhood pups all scared and happy <3

namjoon would make sure to get all the best candy bars- the full sized ones with games and stuff set up in their front lawn and boozy apple cider for the parents <3 idk why i think they'd be like- so super into it? because most of the people on their street are a little wary of the young pack with so many alphas and the beta that never leaves 👀

i'm just imagining them when they start to have their pups- maybe tae and the m/c dress up as cinderella- jin's little pup and jin as a pumpkin <3 and the alphas as the mice with namjoon and yoongi as princes 🥺 just the idea of jin's chubby little pup in the cutest pumpkin outfit.

and maybe the next year they do a studio ghibli theme!!! the pups all go as chubby little soot sprites, the m/c gets to be kiki and yoongi's gigi with tae and jimin going as howl and sophie, jin and namjoon as san and ashitaka, and jk and hobi as calcifer and totoro! i'm sure i've had this idea before but! i think it's just so cute to write i couldn't resist the urge to talk about it again <3

[squeakadeeks]

can i get a cosplay vibe check on isle 6

 I’d like to start a new project pronto lest i fall victim to the project purgatory insanities, and these are some of my current ideas, Soot sprite, zhongli, valentines eliwood, or an OC. wherever I end up doing I want to make as nice as possible with the hopes of entering them in contests this year and making a tutorial for as well! 

finances-wise theyre shockingly comparable, I have some idea of who I want to make (I think soot sprite would be really fun but i want to make sure this isnt just a manic impulse) but i’m always curious to hear what others think. Soot sprite would be cute and involve lots of sturdy fabrics and weathering which I really enjoyed on fushi, Zhongli would be coming back to flowy, fancy costume styles which I am always looking to improve. Eliwood would be great for the valentines and I want to get more comfortable with costumes that use a lot of colors, and an OC (most likely Sulu) has been on my bucket list for eons. 

any and all commentary and thoughts appreciated, especially if theres anything in particular you’d want to see in a future tutorial! 

[eadanga]

Addicted to You Part 9

Summary: Esang is the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding what happens when she meets the sexy best man?

A/N: This story is for @choicesgodfanatic​​​​​ one of my 500 follower giveaway winners hope you love it

Esang gets ready for the bachelorette party she admires herself in the mirror I love this dress She blushes I hope Shakarree will like it too

Kaitlyn pops her head into the room “You’re look amazing!”

“Thanks how’s our bride to be?”

“She’s almost done just finishing her makeup”

“You sure this place is cool?”

Kaitlyn mock gasps “You would doubt me?”

Esang laughs “No but tell me about the place”

“It’s a really cool place and I reserved the VIP section for us”

Esang smiles “How did you manage that?”

Kaitlyn smirks “It helps that the owner is a huge fan of the band and I promised that we’ll play”

Esang giggles “I hope I’m invited to that show”

“You know you will now let’s see our bride to be” They head to the bedroom where MC is admiring herself Kaitlyn squeals “Oh I love it!”

“You look amazing MC”

MC turns around grinning “Thanks now is everyone else gonna meet us there?”

“Yup I’m glad you decided to combine it”

“Well had no choice Zack wouldn’t stop bugging me till I did” Kaitlyn and Esang laugh as MC grabs her purse “Now let’s head out”

They head out to the club where everyone is waiting for them Chris walks over to MC and gives her a kiss “You look beautiful baby”

MC giggles “Thanks handsome”

****

Shakarree walks over to Esang and kisses her “You look amazing”

“Thanks I’m glad you love it I picked it for you”

“You could wear a paper bag and you’ll still look sexy”

Esang blushes as they head into the club

Zack whoops “This places is awesome!” He grabs MC “Come on let’s dance!”

MC laughs as Zack drags her away

Zig chuckles and he leans into Chris “Looks like someone stole your girl”

Shakarree laughs as Chris rolls his eyes “She knows she mine I don’t even have to say it”

Shakarree turns to Esang and grabs her hand “Shall we?”

“Yes we shall”

Shakarree pulls her on the dance floor and he wraps his arms around her as they dance. He smiles as she wraps her arms around his neck “This is nice”

“You’re so cute”

“You’re cuter” He kisses her softy “You’re amazing”

“So are you”

Shakarree sighs “You know I didn’t really think that I could feel this way about anyone” He smiles “But I’m so glad I met you you’ve made my life complete”

Esang blushes “You’re so sweet so have you”

He grins and kisses her deeply Esang smiles as she kisses him back.

****

MC and Zack continue to dance together till Chris comes up behind him and taps him on the shoulder “Can I dance with my fiancé now Zack?”

Zack playfully pouts “But it’s just getting good”

MC giggles as Chris rolls his eyes trying not to smile “Are you gonna dance with her all night at our bachelor/bachelorette parties?”

Zack mock gasps “It’s your bachelor party since when?” Chris and MC laugh as Chris puts his hands on Zack shoulders and moves him aside “Hey if I don’t find someone cute I wanna dance again!”

MC giggles as Chris chuckles then he turns to her “I thought I won’t get chance to dance with you”

“You know that won’t ever happen babe”

Chris smiles “I know it won’t I love you”

“I love you too Chris”

He kisses her deeply “I can’t wait to marry you Mrs Powell has a nice ring to it”

“I love it as much as I love you”

“I love you too”

They kiss again

The club doors open and MC and Chris spot someone as the door

MC rolls her eyes “Not again with this bitch”

Becca struts in the club and smirks “You missed me?

Chris rolls his eyes “Hell no leave you’re not welcomed here”

Becca scoffs “Like I wanna be included in the wedding that never will happen”

“What are you talking about Becca?”

“You’ll see toodles” She flips her hair and struts out the club

Tags: @indiacater​​ @mfackenthal​​ @the-soot-sprite​​  @choicesgodfanatic​​​​ @jared2612​​​

[imnotwolverine]

Wolfie’s Fic Recs | Dad!Fics

DAD!FICS - Henry and his characters with kids, wanting kids, making kids. That’s it. That’s this list. 

Author’s note: My sincere apologies for how crazy long this list has gotten 😂 It’s like the whole fandom is agreeing on one thing: this man needs a baby ASAP. Also, thank you dear @littlefreya for your ever wonderful suggestions! 

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With Henry

Single dad Henry is trying to figure out a hair tutorial to please his 4-year old, and it’s the most adorable thing ever. With Flowers In Her Hair by @wanna-do-bad-things 

Single dad Henry kinda hittin’ on da nanny? Picture Perfect by @fun-with-jane is a short fic series that’ll get you kinda hot, and kinda bothered (the slow burn..ARGH) 

Getting you pregnant is, apparently, a very VERY exact science including honey-wine-&-cookies.. baby. Freyja Dag by @geek-eat-repeat

And don’t forget about timing! THE TIMING! Let’s Make One Of Our Own is the sweaty hot smut you might just crave (am I the only one ovulating right now?), fic by @littlefreya. 

Sometimes it’s also just a situation of super sperm, followed by an “oopsie baby”. And when two bullheaded fuckbuddies-to-be-parents are involved, things can get pretty ..engaging: The Rules Of Engagement by @ladyreapermc (multi-chapter). 

Or perhaps it’s a situation of Henry and his untameable Hunger, by @littlefreya (yes, it’s breeeeding smut my lassies -- again, forgive me for I am thirsty) 

Pregnancy ain’t always sunshine and rainbows. There’s also a lot of change and self-doubt. But that’s nothing some coconut oil and love can’t fix, in Two Months by @littlefreya

There’s a lotttt of first times with having children, which in turn will probably give quite a few heart Flutters for poor protective dad Henry. By @littlefreya

And he’s not just protective, he’s also pretty observant. This Cute Little Drabble makes you wonder when you last bought tampons... by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

Newborns? They can be a little fussy. But again, daddy bear is here to fix it! Everything I Ever Wanted by @fuckoffbard

With the brood expanding, it’s getting a little difficult to garner the ever-craved attention of momma bear in This Is War by @cruelfvkingsummer

And when mom isn’t home? Well..the question arises what happened to all the cookies.. Daddy’s day by @angrythingstarlight

Okay, one more by @angrythingstarlight because I couldn’t choose: Baby Talk

And Henry’ll learn soon enough that changing your facial hair should go with a disclaimer. Especially when toddlers are involved. Daddy Who? by @viking-raider

And facial hair also reminds me of this fic; Domestic Life by @writernerd23 (-> “Your face is scratchy, Daddy.” <- CUTE)

The Accidental Family by me. A domestic sad-fluffy short series about memory loss -- After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

And to carry on with the more sad fluff-stuff. How would Henry deal with the less rosy parts of trying to have children - like miscarriage? Negative is a beautiful fic that got me balling my eyes out and you should definitely read it if you’re in the need for some sad, sad fluff. By @oddduckthatgirl​

Perhaps things didn’t quite go as planned - whatever the plan was. This sad-to-fluff fic brings you on the rollercoaster of extremely sad to fuzzy warm and happy. Better Off by @toomanystoriessolittletime​

More tear-jerkers? 😭Falling Again by @deathonyourtongue follows struggling AU dad!Henry as bills keep piling and the loss of his wife haunts his every waking moment. 

Back to the fun stuff - *chants* Rugby dad! Rugby dad! I couldn’t pick just one from the extensive list of rugby dad Henry fics by @hlkwrites and @achaoticaugust - let’s be honest; this should be a genre on its own, so here’s a few: 

Henry Cavill, The Rugby Dad Part 2 (smut, daddy kink) I laughed perhaps a tad too loud at the drunk make-out session on the front lawn - here’s some short sexy rugby dad Henry drabbles. 

 A Rugby Dad’s Guide To Injury Time  (smut) I just love smut when it slow, sensual and JUST a tiny bit awkward because you’re on the couch and someone’s leg is in a cast 😜

A Rugby Dad’s Guide To The Off Season (smut) And after the hard toil of keeping a family up and running, it might just be time for a hot (tub) little break 

With Sy

A few short, golden moments in becoming first-time parents with Sy - including skin-to-skin daddy cuddles - what else do you want? Evermore by @hauntedelation is a fluffy fic that gets me all kinds of fuzzy inside.

Talking “short” golden moments..this one includes one short reader, a coffee mug and one teasing oaf-of-a-bear Syverson. (smut) Of Short Girls And High Shelves by my fellow Lisa, also known as @killjoy-assbutt-1112 (hi girl!) 

Cankles, have never been so hot a subject to talk about as they are in this lovely fic by @crimsonrae: Cigarettes and Morning Breath 

And before you know it, you have a whole brood. Will that stop Sy? Meh..probably not. Fourth Time’s The Charm by @cruelfvkingsummer

And once he HAS a daughter? Woof! Dad Syverson is probably just a LITTLE bit too overprotective. But that’s nothing a daughter-dad weekend can’t fix. Daddy Syverson by @connieisland​

Imagine this: one big chunky Captain Syverson and one tiny, tiny babygirl cradled in his arms. Are you melting yet? Siobhán is just the cutest little fic, by @littlefreya

We really want Sy to get a daughter huh? And that’ll be particularly funny when daughter sweet becomes old enough for Prom Night -- we’ll be back with overprotective daddy Sy who is ever stubborn, but also ever sweet. By @littlefreya

Onto the holidays: Santa brings back home a 5-year old’s one true wish in Santa Letter Wish by @lovelycavills 

And sometimes? You wish the babe would wait JUST a few days before getting born. Christmas, Baby by @its--fandom--darling

Now. To finish off the Sy vibes; are you perhaps in the need of one heck of a good series? Willow Run is one of the first series I read here on Tumblr and it is SO GOOD. I won’t blab and just let you read ❤️ you won’t regret it. By @deathonyourtongue

With Geralt

Geralt, Destiny, one stubborn girl and the Law of Surprise - it’s a recipe for great adventures and funny grumpy dad!Geralt moments. This wonderful multichap fic A Soldier’s Daughter is written by @viking-raider​ 

I know it’s canonically impossible for a Witcher to get anyone pregnant (due to the Trial of the Grasses). But you know..if ..and when..and maybe..then: A Gentle Soul by @killjoy-assbutt-1112

With Marshall

Some mild roleplaying, rough smutiness and unexpected news make this love-making sesh a wild-wild ride. Heart Of Darkness by @littlefreya

Sleepless is a wonderful multichap fic with Marshall x single!mom reader. @feralrunaway gives you awkward barbecue chat and protective Marshall being ever protective. There’s no masterlist, so here’s (I think) all the chapters: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

Can you imagine big hunky chunk Marshall being worried when you get all teared up with emotion? Baby Blues gives you allll the cute caring dad!Marshall you need. By @the-soot-sprite

With August

A child born out of love and chaos, is all August craves when he comes back home. Mother Of Murder by @littlefreya​ (smut) 

Bad guys, accidental babies and *BOOM* suddenly it’s not just you who calls August “daddy” ((pun intended here, please don’t hate me 😂)) Surprise, surprise.. by @maya-the-cute-ass-bee

And once such that surprise happens, August knows one thing for sure: he’d burn the whole world to a crisp if anything was to happen to you and his unborn child. In this Imagine by @littlefreya

With Napoleon

Sobs, cries and accidentally getting pregnant by spies ((the puns are getting worse, I swear I’ll show myself out in a bit)). On a serious note though: this multi-chapter is an angsty rollercoaster with a tinge of fluff by @coloraturadiva - A Mistake 

With Sherlock

Dad!Sherlock fics are surprisingly hard to find, but here’s one: Promises by @zodiyack is a bit of a modern interpretation of a Victorian household, and it sure as hell is delightful!  

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WEW! That was a LONG list - wonderful work dear fic writers! And, as ever; if you have any good recommendations that fit in this list, please add in the comments or reblog! ❤️

( Fan art by me 😊)

[storyofmychoices]

Bounce

[Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley Masterlist]

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (OC) Other Characters: Keiki Lahela, Aurora (former pediatric patient), Mrs. Watkins (Aurora's mom) Book: Open Heart  Rating: General *Fluff* Word Count: ~1,200

Synopsis: Olivia helps plan a carnival, fun day for past patients to celebrate their recovery and remission milestones. Bryce is more than happy to get in on the fun.

Background: This takes place somewhat in the future. Bryce and Olivia (and Keiki) have been sharing an apartment for some time. Keiki also volunteers at the hospital after school in the Pediatric ward with Olivia. She reads to the kids in the day room.

"We can't thank you enough, Dr. Hadley."

"Great job!"

"Thanks for today. It really meant a lot to us."

Olivia beamed as the adulation continued. The smiling faces of the grateful people thinned out as the celebration came to its conclusion.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her from her thoughts. "Oh!"

"Sorry! We didn't mean to startle you." Mrs. Watkins offered. Her hand settled on her six-year-old daughter standing beside her. She stroked the tired girl's back gently.

"It's okay." Olivia's eyes brightened at the sight of the happy child. She had met Aurora her first year as a pediatric intern. Her neuroblastoma was considered low risk, and the survival rate was significant over 90%, but that small percent of uncertainty had understandably worried her parents throughout her treatment. "Did my favorite Disney princess have fun today?"

The little blonde girl nodded enthusiastically. "It was the best day ever!"

"We just wanted to say thank you again. This carnival was such a beautiful idea. It was good for the kids and for the parents too," Mrs. Watkins admitted. She kissed the top of her daughter's head. "To remind us that we're not alone and every day is a gift."

"It was my pleasure. I'm happy you both enjoyed yourselves."

Aurora threw her arms around Olivia, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to be a doctor just like you when I grow up and save other kids like you saved me."

Olivia's smile stretched to her eyes as she stooped down to hold her closer. "Whatever you decide to do, you will be amazing. Always remember how brave and strong you are!"

"I will!" The little girl moved beside her mother once more. A quiet yawn slipped from her lips.

"I guess that's our cue!" Mrs. Watkins ran her fingers through her daughter's hair. "Thank you again, Dr. Hadley—for everything!"

"Have a great night!" She waved goodbye, watching as they left hand in hand.

"Olivia!" Keiki called. "There you are."

"Hey, Keiki. You did amazing today! I'm so glad you came out to help. The kids loved seeing you again. I know they enjoyed your storytime when they were here."

"Thanks." She tried to hide her growing smile at the compliment. "That's not why I needed to find you. We have a situation at the bounce house."

"Oh no! What's wrong? Did someone get hurt?" Olivia began moving quickly toward the amusement attraction. "I thought they had shut it down."

Keiki followed closely. "They did."

"So, what's the situation then?"

"You better see for yourself."

The pair stopped in front of the bounce house.

"I—" Olivia wasn't sure if she should laugh or scold him.

"Hey, Liv!" Bryce bounced high, his extended arms touching the ceiling.

"This. This is the situation." Keiki rested her face in her palm as she shook her head.

"Come join me." He proposed joyfully.

"I will not!" Olivia replied sternly. "This is for the kids!"

"And they all left! Come on! You've spent all day working. You're missing out on the fun!" He landed with more force this time, bouncing him higher into a flip.

"I can't. I need to help finish cleaning up."

"It can wait," he insisted. "Let's make a deal; I'll come out when you come in."

"I'm not—That's not how this works!"

"You know you want to." His hair fluttered out weightlessly with each jump.

She chewed her cheek. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been in a bounce house. It did look like a lot of fun. "Fine. One minute and then we both leave. Deal?"

He held his hand out, helping her into the castle. "My lady."

Olivia wobbled as their weight caused the floor to shift beneath them.

"I've got you." He held her hands to steady her. "Together? On 3."

As he counted down, she jumped hesitantly, feeling a bit silly now that she was inside the colorful attraction. Her worries were quickly laid to rest as her delight grew into happy giggles. Feeling more confident, she let go of his hand to bounce on her own.

They built a steady rhythm together. A childish bliss overtook them; their laughter and merriment filled the night air. There was something pure about it. The weight of the world seemed lighter as they bounced in tandem.

"We should get a bounce house," Bryce declared while doing a backflip.

"And put it where?" Olivia chided with slight amusement. She curled her feet beneath her as she bounced. "The apartment roof? That sounds very sensible...and safe."

He shrugged in contemplation, "Fine, so maybe we just get a house instead."

The suggestion took her by surprise. She stopped in her tracks, her bouncing coming to a halt. "What?"

He ceased his movements, balancing on the air-filled base as he moved beside her. He took her hands in his own. "Why not?"

"Bryce, come on. Be serious."

"I—I think I am."

"30 seconds ago you wanted a bounce house. Now, you're ready to get a real one?"

"So what if I am?" He squeezed her hands, his thumb brushing tenderly over her knuckles. "It doesn't have to be tomorrow or even this month, but someday, soon. You know how I feel about you, Liv—how I feel about us. I want a future together. We've been sharing an apartment for a while. We work. Let's get a house!"

"A real house? With a yard? And a cute little garden?" She looked hopeful. "Just clarifying, not a bounce house?"

He contemplated it for a moment longer. He wrapped his arms around her. "The first one. I mean, unless you're open to both. Because I am if you are!" He wagged his brow at her, a simmering smirk settling on his features.

Olivia pulled her hands from his, pushing them against his chest. The movement was more forceful than she intended, causing him to fall back onto the soft floor. Her hands clasped over her mouth as she hid her laughter.

"You think that's funny?" Bryce quickly rebounded, bouncing up and pulling her into a chaste kiss.

"We're really going to do this?" She closed her eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

His fingers danced gingerly through her hair. "Yes, I think we are."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"For our future!" Her hand cradled his face, drawing his lips to hers. She kissed him softly, trying to keep her balance as they shifted slightly.

"Ugh! Get a room!" Keiki groaned playfully from just outside, reminding them they were not alone. "Also, Liv, you are failing at your job of getting Bryce out of the bounce house so they can shut it down."

"Oops?" Olivia bit her lip, having momentarily forgotten her task.

"How is it that of the three of us, the one of us passable for a child is the only one not in the bounce house?" Keiki crossed her arms, her head tilting to the side.

Bryce laughed, giving her a challenging grin. "You can always come in."

His sister sighed heavily.

"Come on, Bryce." Olivia laced her fingers with his, guiding him out of the bounce house. "It's time to go."

He gave her hand another gentle squeeze. His voice was low, a whisper just for her. "With you, I would go anywhere."

Choices Perma: @the-soot-sprite ; @princess-geek ; @gardeningourmet ; @katrinegrey ; @trappedinfanfiction ; @aleynareads ; @lucy-268 ; @xjustin-ethansgirliex​ ; @maurine07 ; @nikki-2406 ; @schnitzelbutterfingers​ ; @zeniamiii​ ; ​​​@lauridiculous ; @lilyoffandoms ; @ruinedbypixels

Bryce: @burnsoslow ; @callmeellabella ; @ariondevereux ; @ofpixelsandscribbles ; @nyastarlight ; @superharriet ; @jamespotterthefirst ; @brycesgirl ; @kat-tia801 ; @anotherbeingsworld ;

[usuallyamazinglyaverage]

Side By Side [Ethan x MC]

Hey there, ya lovely people!

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas and got to celebrate the season of giving with your family and friends. To end this year properly, I’m back with a bit of writing :)

I’m not gonna lie, the two months before the holidays were really rough and I had to sort so much shit out. It just kept me from most things I love doing in my free time, including talking with my friends and writing. That’s why this one took me a while to finish.

(Nevermind the fact that I rewrote this fic like two times, but that’s a story for another day)

I’ll most likely take a break from OH oneshots for a while (unless inspiration strikes me), but I am still working on stuff, inluding one or two AUs and fics for some other fandoms. I hope a breather to get my muse back on track is alright with you all ;)

I wish you all a safe journey into the next year - let’s pray it’ll be a better one <3

As always, I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. Please enjoy!

Summary: Big steps in a relationship are always difficult - this one is no exception.

Warnings: Just some light teasing and a bit of language - this is mostly cheesy fluff <3 (I know, I’m surprised as well)

Note: MC of the fic is Annabelle Dawson. I created the header myself, hope it’s pleasing to the eye :) This is set a few months after the end of Book 2.

Taglist:  @perriewinklenerdie @andromedasinclaire @radlovedreamer @amillionmoonsred @hopelessromantic1352 @cordoniaqueensworld @paisleylovergirl  @fangirlingmum @bucket-harrington @lu-ciq @fairyrink @princess-geek @cyb3r-kat​ @whenyourheartskipsabeat @lady-kato @queenof1000days @sunflowergirl05 @jlpplays1 @tacohead13 @the-soot-sprite  @chasingrobbie @padfoot0415 @desiree-0816 @togetherwearerapture @thisperfectmemory @furiouscloddonutpeanut @tabootheunicorn @rookie-ramsey @theroseduelist @drakewalkerfantasy @lapisreviewsstuff @jooous @aworldoffandoms @edgiestwinter @inlovewithrebels @topsyturvy-dream @cerisesayeed-ramsey @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @marywitchjane @adrianrainesworld @zodiacsign1 @silverlitskies @trappedinfandoms @sherlockedmcu @drethanramslay @awhmilkywey @htgawparksandrec @theeccentricbibliophile @mvalentine @desmaranj @schnitzelbutterfingers @colourmeshy @mal-volaris @kaavyaethanramsey @riverrune @honeyandsunfl0wers @humanpokemon @ethandaddyramsey @lilyvalentine @mrsdrakewalkerblog @openheart12 @bellcat2010 @datynasuha  @caseyvalentineramsey @ethxnrxmsey @squishywizardhq @custaroonie @beckaroo @colossalpainintheass @takemyopenheart @justanotherrookie @honeyandsunfl0wers @maurine07  @grandnachoconnoisseur @dr-ramseys-rookie @myusualnerdyself @mrs-raleighcarrera @akshara16 @wingedhairstylemusicweasel​ @alookseeblog​

Song: If You Love Her by Forest Blakk

Ethan tried very hard to not look like he was running – and was failing spectacularly.

Some of his colleagues had to dodge out of his way as he strode through the hallways, white coat fluttering behind him, hands stuffed into the pockets. Slipping into the stairwell, the attending took two steps at a time, reaching the bottom floor quickly.

The atrium was packed, lit by the bright gray sky beyond the ceiling windows - reminding him that he was supposed to be busy in his office right now. Christmas was just around the corner, and after Edenbrook’s reopening, the paperwork had simply piled up, barely giving him time to bring some distance between him and his desk.

He dreaded going back already - but there was something he had to take care of first. Something that felt pivotal for his motivation right now.

Turning his head, Ethan let his eyes wander through the spacious room, from the stairs to the entrance and back again. Finally, he spotted a mess of golden locks, tucked into the usual practical ponytail.

She was with her friends, Trinh and Varma, already dressed in her day-to-day clothes, the strap of her bag slung over one shoulder. The two other women gave her a hug, shooing her along.

Ethan couldn’t help but feel silly when her bell-like, resounding laugh made his heart lurch in his chest, lifting his mood immediately.

Anna turned on her heels with one last wave and headed towards the doors, tucking up her scarf and the lapels of her jacket to ward off the oncoming cold. He waited until her friends went back to their conversation before following her, maneuvering through the crowd and catching up with the younger doctor in the light snowdrift outside.

His hand on her shoulder coaxed a tiny yelp from her, hazel eyes looking up at him with a gratified sort of wonder.

"Ethan? What-"

The older doctor cut Anna off by directing her against the wall framing the entrance, cupping her chin and gently tilting it up for easier access. The kiss was rougher than he would have liked, muscle memory taking over as he nipped on the corner of her mouth.

His former intern, however, didn’t seem to mind, parting her lips with a soft sigh.

Sliding his hands to the back of her jaw, he drew Anna closer, the sugary taste of her dissipating the rest of his stress. He smiled when she grew boneless against him, delicate fingers twirling his tie.

Eventually, they had to come up for oxygen, both drawing away with barely audible hums. Anna’s thoroughly addled expression filled him with an odd pride, her lashes fluttering against her reddened cheeks.

"Is it my birthday?“ she breathed. "Did I accidentally invent the cure for cancer? There must be something I did to deserve this."

"Actually, I just... wanted to wish you a good day," Ethan murmured, tucking a lock behind her ear. "We barely saw each other the past few days. I feel like I can’t catch a break at the moment."

Tenderness seeped into her gaze, liquefying the color to a point where he wanted to drown in it and never come out again.

"Did this help?"

He chuckled. "More than you know."

"Well, feel free to do that anyti-"

"Anna?"

Ethan jumped away from her, whirling around.

This is what you get for leaving your office, a perfidious voice nagged at the very back of his tumbling thoughts.

The tip of his ears flushed hot and he had to force himself to not look away from the woman standing a few feet from them, a grin plastered on her face.

"Hi, gran," Anna offered weakly, pushing herself off the wall. "You, um, you remember Doctor Ramsey?"

Greta Dawson gave them both an impish wink. "Hard to forget this one, right?" She looked between the two for a moment. "You don’t call him 'doctor' usually though, do you? Not that I’m one to judge."

Jesus.

Ethan rubbed the flushed back of his neck, desperately trying to find his dignity among the thick snowflakes swirling from the sky.

He had met Anna’s pint-sized grandmother a little over a year ago, after assisting in an operation that had ultimately saved her life. She was a cheeky, terrifying force of nature, intimidating in a very specific way. Mostly because meeting her had felt substantial – even then. Greta was the only relative Anna had left and as such, the older doctor didn’t want to make a bad impression.

Which he probably just did. Wonderful.

Straightening his shoulders and clearing his throat, he offered his palm. "It’s nice to see you again, Greta." The old woman chortled, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake. "Likewise, Doctor Dreamy.“

Next to him, Anna groaned, burying her face against his chest. "Please take me back to work." Despite his still burning ears, Ethan frowned down at her. "Absolutely not. You worked the longest shifts this week." The blonde answered his frown with one of her own. "Traitor."

Her pout was distracting and painfully cute, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the sight. "Go," he urged after a moment of indulgence. "Spend some time with your family.“ The jig was already up, so he leaned down to press another gentle kiss to her lips, this one far more modest than he would have liked. "I’ll see you on Monday."

"I have a better idea," Greta interrupted cheerfully, twiddling her fingers at the two doctors. "How about you join our dinner tomorrow?" Opening and closing her mouth, Anna glanced at Ethan while shuffling her feet. "I mean I... I like that thought. We're making lasagna?"

There was that coyness of hers again, making him wonder if she really didn’t know how utterly charming she was – and that there were very few things that he wouldn't do for her.

"I like that thought too,“ he said, his voice quiet but certain, giving her arm a reassuring squeeze.  “Call me when you get home?“

"I will." Anna brushed her thumb along his scruffy jaw, smiling hesitantly.

"Have fun, Rookie." His blues flicked over to her grandmother, who was watching their exchange with obvious curiosity. "And, ah, you too, Greta."

The old woman winked once again. "We’ll see you tomorrow, Ethan."

“Damn.”

Anna stared into the mirror, grimacing at the smudge of mascara, just below her left eye. Sighing, she slipped the tiny brush back into the silver tube, exchanging it for q-tip to correct the mistake.

Her fingers were still shaky.

Wiping the black from her skin, she tried not to think about the man waiting for her in the kitchen – a hard thing to do when there were reminders of him all around her.

Her toothbrush rested next to his in a tall cup on the spacious sink.

Her towel occupied a shelf next to the shower.

His cologne and her perfume both permeated the air.

Reminders of him – reminders of them. All things she never would have thought possible half a year ago. Usually, the sight of shared commitment was a beautiful, giddiness-inducing facet of their relationship for her. Tonight, she couldn't help but wonder if Ethan was feeling smothered by it all.

Dinner with her grandmother was a step Anna hadn't even considered until she had caught them red-handed yesterday. Greta knew about Ethan, knew about the chaotic circumstances that had brought them together at last, but she had never expressed the wish to meet him in an official capacity.

Just one of the many firsts that he had been a part of.

Taking a deep breath, the young doctor tossed the q-tip into the trash bin, smoothing her hands along the burgundy fabric of her casual dress and her black tights – a last effort to calm herself.

The hallway outside of the bathroom was much cooler, making Anna shiver as she made her way to the kitchen.

Ethan was leaning against the island, his crisp white oxford peeking through his unbuttoned coat. Tapping away on his phone, he uncrossed his legs, dark slacks rustling quietly. He looked a little bit unreal in the dim light. An apparition, summoned by the farthest reaches of her mind.

“You're staring,” he informed her, finally looking up and interrupting her ogling.

Anna tried her hardest not to appear embarrassed, but her traitorous face heated at the comment anyway.

“You look nice,” she muttered, casting her gaze to the ceiling for a moment before meeting his once again.

Ethan chuckled, pushing himself off the island and crossing the distance between them. “You just stole my line.” His eyes swept over the dress, the blue heavy and eager. “Though 'nice' seems very much insufficient.” Stopping a few inches away from her, he pressed a lingering kiss to Anna's cheekbone. “You're stunning.”

The warmth in his voice broke her heart just a little. Anna wrapped her arms around his waist, letting his scent wash over her. Ethan stilled, one of his hands finding the back of her neck and weaving through the loose golden curls there. He didn't say anything right away, granting this moment of respite.

“You're nervous, aren't you.”

Perceptive as ever.

She released a long breath and traced the pattern of his coat. “Not because of the dinner itself.” Lifting her head, she studied his face before pressing on. “I'm just wondering if you're alright. We've really picked up the pace.”

Surprised, Ethan raised his brows. “Are you asking me if I have cold feet?”

“I... suppose I am.”

“Anna.” There was a note of gentle admonishment in his voice, urging her to listen. “You're here every second weekend. Yesterday, I practically begged you to come over, because we're barely seeing each other at work. Does that sound like I'm questioning my decision to be with you?” His lips brushed her temple. “I'll admit that your grandmother terrifies me. But that doesn't mean I don't want to get to know her better.”

“Well, now I feel silly,” she murmured sheepishly.

Ethan huffed out a soft laugh, tickling the shell of her ear. “Maybe I like that about you.” He pulled away, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You and your busy brain.” Lacing their fingers for a brief moment, he nodded his head towards the door. “Ready to go?”

“As ready as I'll ever be,” Anna sighed, letting him help her put on her jacket and lead her out of the apartment.

The drive to her grandmother's place felt far too short.

Her leg wiggled every time they passed another green light, forcing Ethan to rest his palm on it to soothe her. He did so wordlessly, keeping it there until he shut off the motor and offering it to her when they walked up the stairs to the second floor of the apartment complex. She took it, ever grateful for his quiet support.

The blonde fumbled with her set of keys when they reached the door, almost dropping them when it opened on it's own, revealing a her apron-clad grandmother.

“Gran,” she chastised, letting the old woman pull her into a hug. “Were you waiting by the door?”

“Nonsense, dear,” Greta sniffed, rubbing her back with a little too much enthusiasm.

Anna could practically hear the lie in her affronted tone, masking her pained sigh with a small cough. “Right. A preposterous notion.”

“Just as preposterous as denying me this view for past few months.” Her grandmother gestured over to Ethan, who had watched their exchange with a subdued smile. “The women in our family did always have an eye for the finer things in life, I must say,” she mused. “Come in, you two.”

Anna couldn't help but swallow as she watched Ethan hang up his coat and enter her childhood home. The furniture, the décor and even the comforting smell of chamomile and laundry detergent was the same, reminding her of days past.

With him in the middle of it all, it felt like two separate dimensions colliding and forming something she couldn't quite name. He looked both out of place and like he belonged as they followed Greta into the kitchen.

Handing her grandmother the expensive bottle of Château Monbrison the young doctor had chosen from his wine stash a few hours ago, Ethan rubbed the side of neck. “Anna told me this is your favorite. Thank you again for the invitation.”

Greta regarded him with amusement. “That's a very sweet gesture, Ethan. Tell me, how good is your cooking?”

“I -” At a loss for words, he looked over at Anna.

“He's great,” she affirmed hastily, flushing at her choice of defense. “I mean his cooking. It's great. Very good.”

“Wonderful. How about you help me prepare the rest of the lasagna then, my boy?” Her grandmother patted Anna's shoulder. “Could you be a dear and set the table? I've already left the plates in the dining room.”

“But-”

“Snowbell.” Greta brushed a lock out of her granddaughters face. “Don't worry. You'll get him back without even one hair out of place.”

On her way out of the kitchen, Anna caught Ethan's gaze, the two doctors exchanging a small, equally nervous smile before they were separated.

In the quiet of the dining room, the blonde took a shaky breath, trying to sort her thoughts as she moved plates, glasses and silverware around.

She should have expected this.

Anna trusted and loved her grandmother, dearly, but she could be a bit much at times. Then again, she had never taken such an interest in any of her partners. In Canada, she had been too far away to truly introduce her first long-term boyfriend and once she had finally returned to Boston, the relationship was already over.

And Michael – well. Nothing good had come of being with him.

Ethan was the most complicated man she had ever met by far – but he was her future. The thought strengthened every day she spend with him, every time she looked into his eyes and every time he held her close.

It was far too soon to tell him, however.

And that was exactly why she was nervous about the prospect of her Greta and Ethan alone together.

“You've been holding that fork for quite a while now.”

Startled out of her musings, Anna turned around, almost stumbling into the older doctor. He caught her by the elbows, gently prying the silverware from her fingers and setting it down.

“You're done already?” she wondered, blinking at him.

Ethan chuckled. “It's been a little over ten minutes. Lost in thought again?”

“...Can you blame me?”

“No,” he admitted. “But it wasn't as bad as you probably imagined. You're supposed to show me your room, by the way. Something about it being the prelude to embarrassing baby pictures.”

The blonde groaned, hooking her arm around his and pulling him back into the hallway. “Fine. But you better be gentle. It hasn't been renovated since I was sixteen.”

“I thought you liked it when I'm not gentle,” Ethan teased, earning himself a smack to his chest when they entered the room on the far end.

Closing the battered wood behind them, Anna watched nervously as he moved to the middle of the room, his height dwarfing the old furniture to ridiculous proportions.

His gaze wandered over the walls, the faded teal plastered over by posters and photographs. Taking a few steps closer to the scratched up vanity next to her bed, the older doctor plucked a picture from the frame of the mirror.

She fought to urge to take it from him, mashing her lips together.

Her twenty-year-old self in this particular photo looked like a textbook nerd, much shorter locks braided into two pigtails and clutching her acceptance letter for Boston's med school, while she and Greta grinned at the camera.

Ethan reattached the picture with another chuckle. Then, his gaze fell on her nightstand - and on the book sitting on it.

More specifically, his book.

The unassuming cover was well worn, some of the pages dog-eared. Picking it up, he thumbed through it, raising a brow at Anna.

"What?" she asked a bit too forcefully, cheeks burning.

His mouth twitched, eventually losing the fight against the complacent expression overtaking his features.

"Someone’s a fan," he hummed. "Want to me to sign this one too?"

"That depends," the blonde huffed, crossing her arms. "Do I need to undertake another ridiculous task before you do it?“

Grinning, Ethan tossed the book back and crooked a finger at her. "How about you come over here and kiss me, Rookie? You can decide after if that’s asking too much."

"You’re ridiculous," she murmured, walking up to him hesitantly and slipping her hands around his neck with a pout. Something utterly triumphant twinkled in his deep blues as he craned his head down, meeting her in the middle.

The kiss was soft, slow and warm, tasting faintly of toothpaste. Ethan wrapped his arms around Anna’s waist, lifting her from her tiptoes and setting her down on the bed, his lips never leaving hers.

There was a comfort in his body covering her own, the pleasant buzz of it all coaxing a faint moan from her throat.

Eventually, they had to come up for air, Ethan’s nose nuzzling her cheek.

"You know, you're the first guy to make out with me on this bed," she said thoughtfully and brushed her knuckles over his jaw, enjoying the texture of his beard against her skin.

The attending pushed himself onto one elbow, his free fingers mapping the curve of her hip. "I'm not sure how much more information my ego can take. I'm this close to begging for mercy."

"Oh my god." Anna pulled him back to her by his hair, their laughter mingling until they were breathless once more.

Eventually, Ethan rolled off to the side, facing the younger doctor on the mattress. It was oddly soothing, having him share the tiny bed with her. A peaceful little bubble, after the start of what was bound to be an eventful afternoon.

It gave her courage to ask the question sitting at the forefront of her mind.

“What did you and my grandmother talk about?”

Ethan's jaw tensed for a brief second, his palm lifting to find her face.

“She told me about the state you were in the week after I had left for the Amazon.” His calloused thumb drew a half circle. “And to be more careful with your heart this time around.”

“Or she'll put you six-feet-under?” Anna questioned weakly.

“No.” He gave a slight shake of his head. “No, she asked me while offering me a glass of wine. She's just worried, princess. And she has every right to be.”

“Ethan...”

“I can't ever take back what I did, Anna,” he sighed. “We both know that. You forgive me so easily every time I mess up and I shouldn't take it for granted. Even your endless patience will run out eventually.”

“You're worth it. You always were.”

Hazel and blue connected, both achingly soft.

“So are you.”

Unspoken words, unspoken emotions, enriched by the dim light falling through pale curtains, drowning the space in silence and contentment.

“Should we get back?” Anna murmured, careful not to disturb the tender moment with her voice. “My grandmother is probably waiting for us.”

“In a minute.” Forehead tipping down to meet hers, Ethan dragged her close, breathing her in. “In a minute, sweetheart.”

A/N: So cheesy. Was a lot of fun to write though :3

[eadanga]

When Love Lasts Part 3

When Love Last Part 2

Summary: When Yasmin gets a new job in the biggest company in the city she falls for her hot boss

Parings: GabexMC

Yasmin sits at her vanity mirror as she hums and does her makeup. A knock comes at her door

“Yaz you ready yet?”

“Just doing my makeup Liz I’m almost done”

Liz opens the door and grins “Well hello there you’re looking hot”

Yasmin giggles “Thanks and so are you”

Liz walks over to the mirror and admires herself “Now is there any cute guys in your office?”

“Liz I just started I haven’t even met many people”

“Except your hot boss”

Yasmin groans as Liz laughs “You still haven’t let that go?”

“Why would I?”

“Liz I’m pretty sure he doesn’t”

“Doesn’t what? Think you’re an amazing person? Think you’re beautiful? It was obvious when he was flirting with you maybe you’ll get some action tonight”

“Would you cut that out”

Liz laughs and raises her hands in surrender “Well sorry for saying the truth”

Yasmin stands “Are you done? Can we go now?”

Liz walks out the room smiling “You know I’ll never be done especially when I see him”

Yasmin sighs as she grabs her purse her phone buzzes with a text

Hello Yasmin

Who’s this?

Gabe

Liz pokes her head through the door “What’s the hold up Yas?”

“Gabe’s texting me how did he get my number?”

Liz laughs “Well he’s your boss how wouldn’t he have your number? What’s he saying?”

What’s up Gabe?

Just wanted to let you know there’s a ride outside to take you and your roommate to the gala

Oh really? Thank you

Not a problem just wanted to make sure you got there on time and didn’t get lost

“He got a car for us to take us there”

Liz claps her hands “I love your new job already”

Yasmin giggles as they head out their apartment to the awaiting car

****

They arrive at the gala and enter the ballroom Liz’s eyes marvel “Wow this is amazing”

“I know they really know how to put on a gala I love it”

Liz grabs her hand “Come on let’s get some grub” They head over to the appetizer table and grab some food onto their plates “They know how to make good food fancy”

“Yes they sure do” Yasmin feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to see Gabe “Oh hi Gabe”

“Hello Yasmin how’s the food?”

“Delicious thank you”

Liz nudges her grinning “Well aren’t you gonna introduce us?”

“Gabe this is”

“Your roommate I presume” Gabe holds out his hand “Gabe Ricci”

Liz shakes his hand “I’m Liz roommate and number one best friend”

Gabe chuckles “So nice to meet you”

Liz leans in and whispers “Yas he’s hot great choice”

Yas elbows her “Shut up Liz”

Liz giggles

Gabe takes a drink off a passing waiter and looks at Yasmin up and down as he takes a sip “You look very nice tonight”

Yasmin smiles “Thanks so do you”

“Now I’m sure there’s”

“Gabe honey there you are” An older woman walks up to him

He smiles “Hi mom how are you?”

“I’m good there’s some investors you have to get acquainted with” She looks over at Yasmin and Liz “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you two there”

Yasmin nods “It’s fine”

“Mom this is my new office assistant Yasmin and this is her friend Liz”

“Nice to meet you Mrs. Ricci”

“Daphne dear”

“Oh ok Daphne”

She nods pulling Gabe towards her “Now let’s go Gabe we have to meet some very important people”

“Ok mom I’ll see you later Yas”

“See you Gabe”

As they walk away Liz turns to Yasmin “That lady seem ok right?”

“Yes but she was kind of”

“Snobby?”

“Yeah but maybe she’s not bad”

****

“Gabe darling you shouldn’t really hang out with assistants and their friends”

“Why not?”

“Reputation darling what would the press think?”

Gabe rolls his eyes “Who cares what they think?”

“Only looking out for you dear now let’s go meet some important people”

Gabe sighs as he nods More like boring people

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[demivampirew]

A new chapter begins

One-shot Henry x Reader

Triggers: mild smut, crying, blood loose, breakup.

A/N: I’ve decided to continue to tag the stories under the Henry tag. (like my dear @littlefreya​ says, we are no breaking the rules) I will also tag it under smut, even if there’s barely no sex on this story, but just in case. If you don’t like to see smut and you’re a lazy person who did not filtered the smut tag, don’t come at me, is no my fault; you’re the one to blame for that. Is a free world. I’m free to write whatever I want.

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Henry was in the middle of an important mission on Word of Warcraft. All his attention was put on it when the non-stop barking interrupted his attention. Kal was trying hard to announce to him that someone was knocking at the door. When he finally took-off his headset to ask the Akita what was going on, he heard the knocking. He ran into the door before the person left. With the virus going on, he received no visits unless it was an emergency. Since he hadn't ordered anything online, he wasn't expecting any packages either, so whoever was on the other side of the door, came without any previous notice. He asked who it was before opening and he felt goosebumps when your voice met his ears and your name was pronounced. His legs were shaking and his heart was beating fast. He hadn't seen you in a few months after you two broke up and things did no exactly ended up in the best way - Henry promised that he loved you and would fight for you two to be together, but decided to terminate the relationship because due to work you couldn't travel with him and he was not the type who could be in relationships that would require time apart from each other. And, for the first time in his life, he regretted that decision. You were right, the love you felt for each other was worth fighting for. Seeing you confused him because you were mad at him and said that never wanted to see him again after he broke his promise and your heart. He allowed you to enter the place and you sit on the couch of the living room. - How are you? - Henry asked, sitting in a chair in front of you. - Fine, I guess- you replied with a dry tone and shrugged. You were still angry and it was obvious. - Can I get you something to drink? I have cold Guinness in the fridge.- he offered. - No, thank you.- you rejected the beer and a long silence follow after that. - Why are you here? - your ex-boyfriend questioned confused. - Because I have something to tell you.- you answered and paused revelling the motive of your visit. You looked into his eyes and grabbed the bottom of your loose shirt and raise it, revealing a baby bump. It was big enough to be obvious what it was, but no so big that was visible with clothes on - unless you were wearing tight clothing. Henry was speechless. He felt as if all the oxygen was escaping from his body and he couldn't concentrate or breath correctly. - How... Since when have you... - he could complete any sentence of how shocked he was. - I found out a week after we broke up when the symptoms started.- you explained- I didn't tell you back then because the firsts months can be risky and I had no desire to bother you if I lost it. My intention is not to bother you at all, I just wanted to let you know in case you wanted to be a part of the baby's life. In case you don't want to do anything with her/him, that's fine with me. - Are you serious right now? Of course, I want to be part of my kid's life. That's like, everything I've ever wanted. A family... a true family. Children to love and a woman that I love.- he said while kneeling in front of you with a huge smile on his face, extending his arms to grab your face. You pulled them off and he felt his heart crush as a reaction to your rejection. - I think you are confused.- you informed him- I'm not here to get back together with you. I'm here to let you know that you'll be a father if you choose to be it. But, just like you decided months ago, our relationship is over. I want a partner that wants to be with me for me and not because he feels obligated for we have a child together. I deserve love, true love. - But I love you.- Henry assured you- I had and I'll always love you. - Yeah, sure. That's why you broke up with me or why you didn't go looking for me after that to say you were wrong, because you love me.- you replied, rolling your eyes and pouting. - I wanted to do it, but I was afraid you were going to reject me like you're doing now and I couldn't take that.- he explained. - Then you're a coward and selfish.-you defied him- We could have been together if you care about my feelings as much as you care about yours.- you pointed out and stood up. You walked towards the door and stopped yourself abruptly. You turned around and after a deep sigh, you took a picture from your bag. It was an ultrasound photo of the baby. You left it in a piece of furniture and then left the place. Henry took the picture and stared at it. His head was spinning and he felt a rollercoaster of emotions. His biggest dream and nightmare came true at the same time: he'd have a child with the love of his life, but he wouldn't be able to spend time with them together, because he hurt you and he made you feel like you weren't worthy of his love and attention.

In the following months, you allowed him to come with you to doctor's appointments and ultrasounds. You approve for him to text you two times a day - on the morning and at nighttime- and the only subject you'd talk was the pregnancy and its symptoms.

At 2 am, Henry was woken up by a phone call. You informed him that you were at the clinic due to blood loss but the doctor had already checked on you and told you that everything was fine but that you had to stay for a few hours on observation just to be sure. Your intention was only to keep him updated in everything baby related as he asked, but soon enough he was there keep you company. Wearing a green lose the shirt, some grey sweatpants and a beanie; clearly, he hasn't changed from his sleep-clothing before rushing into the medical centre. By midday, after a few other routine tests, the doctor confirmed that there was no risk at all and let you go. Henry took you to your place, but refuse to leave until you accepted to move with him. He assured you that he was no going to try to get back together with you, since clearly you had no desire, but was only for him to be there if you needed anything. You had always been a bit stubborn, but you knew that was the best thing to do, so you accepted.

Taken aside the hurtful part of seeing each other every day, living with Henry was amazing. He cooked all meals. Would gladly satisfy your cravings. He even moved into a little guest room, leaving you the biggest bed in the house; you told him that you were ok in the smaller one, but he insists you on staying in the main room to be more comfortable.

Week 24 of your pregnancy. Your belly was growing bigger by the day. After a conversation with Henry both agreed to wait until the baby was born to know the sex. As for the cohabitation, you two finally reached a good place. He was always friendly, but you were cold and distant, but after almost two months of living together, you finally started to be nice to him. Now you would even spend time watching movies together and laugh like you used to do in the past. Henry was on his free day from shooting the series. Production returned a few weeks before, and most days he'd woke up at 3 am, but he'd sleep until 10 am on his work-free days. However, that night you woke him up at 5 am. He was peacefully sleeping when you entered the room and started to call his name. You had to move his arm to get him to wake up, for naming him wasn't enough to wake him up. - What's going on? - he asked worriedly as he tried to wake up. - Is moving! - you exclaimed excitedly- The baby is moving for the first time! - you repeated- Do you want to feel it? - Hell yeah! - he replied smiling and put his hands on your belly. He waited for a few minutes until he finally felt the unborn child move inside you. He held the tears covering his eyes. It was such an unreal moment. Henry pressed his forehead on you and kiss the exterior of his baby's home. The touch of his lips against your skin sending shivers down your body and you smiled. Seeing him be this happy filled your heart. You knew that whatever happens in life, he would always be there for the two of you. You made him move and you laid on the bed next to him, allowing him to keep a hand on your belly. He deserved to enjoy that moment as much as you did. - I've been thinking in baby names.- you said smirking - Really? Ok...let's hear them.- he encouraged you - If it's a girl, Katerina Simone. -you proposed - Ok, but... it doesn't rhyme with my last name.- he pointed out. - Oh, because Henry Willian Dalgliesh Cavill rhymes a lot.- you joked, laughing. Henry raised an eyebrow and gave you a judgy look- My doesn't rhyme either.- you informed him. - So it doesn't matter. Those are pretty names.- You affirmed him. - Alright, and what if it's a boy? Do you have a name in mind? - he wanted to know. -Oh, yeah.- you look at him, giving him a devilishly smile- Bruce.- you replied and laugh. - Are you serious?- he asked, laughing but a bit hurt. You chose the name of his character's rival for your baby. That was mean. - No, I'm just messing with you.- you admitted.- If it's a boy I thought about naming him - you paused and he was getting anxious- Geralt Clark. - you finally said and he looked at you with surprise. - Is this another joke? - he questioned suspiciously - Nope, I'm serious this time. I like Geralt, is a cute name and I've got the feeling that might be a popular name among kids his age. And Clark, well, I first I thought about Kal, but you already have a son named Kal and I didn't want to create any confusion, so I went for that one instead. - You didn't have to name them as my character, you're free to choose others.- he assured you. - I know, but I'm happy with those names and I know they meant a lot to you and I'm sure our son if it's a boy, will appreciate them. Henry looked at you with the biggest smile. After a long silence, just staring at each other, with one of his hands in your belly with yours, feeling the baby move, you finally spoke again. - Can I ask you a question? - you requested - Absolutely. - Do you... this is going to sound silly - you excused yourself- do you think that I'm attractive? I mean, with this huge belly. Do you think I'm sexy? - you questioned shyly. - Pfff.- he replied, making a gesture with his face as if he was surprised that you had to ask that- Let's say that if we would be together still, I'd have spent every free minute making love to you, instead of watching movies. You were lying on your back. You looked at the sealing while smiling. Henry moved the hand to your face, stroking it with the back of it. You turned your head to face him and give him an unspoken signal that he could kiss you and he did exactly that. His lips tasted so sweet. Gosh, you missed his touch so much. You giggled a lot while trying to have sex with your belly - on the side, you on top and he going down on you were the main poses you went for. After finishing, still naked, you fell asleep with him spooning you, keeping an arm around your belly, kissing your shoulders and the back of your head.

[storyofmychoices]

1. How has your day been?

11. If you had the possibility to live anywhere, where would you live?

19. If you had the chance to turn into any animal of your choice whenever you want, what would you turn into and why?

22. I would like you to know that you are wonderful.

30. I think that you are really amazing!

31. What is your favorite flower?

32. Have you ever been to another country, other than the one you live in?

Thanks so much for the ask and the lovely compliments 🥺🥰❤️. You're the best @the-soot-sprite❤️❤️❤️

1) My day has been okay. I didn't get as much done as I needed, but tomorrow is another day. Thank you for asking!

11) I just answered this in the previous ask :)

19) Does a unicorn count?! 🦄 If not, hmm let's go with panda. 🐼 They're cute and squishy and basically, sleep and eat all day. It sounds like a pretty chill life.

22 + 30) You are the best and I adore you!

31) Lilacs! I absolutely love them. I just wish they lasted longer. They're so fragile and only bloom for a couple of weeks.

32) I'm not that interesting. The only other country I've been to is Canada! 🍁 🇨🇦

Thanks for the ask ❤️❤️❤️

[Friendly Ask Game]

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[TRR] Tempt-est

Book: The Royal Romance  Pairing: Serendipity Liam x Trina Rating/Warnings: 18+ NS*W 🍋LEMON ALERT 🍋 smut + fluff = SMUFF Author’s Note: * All main characters belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them * OCs are my creation * 31 days of ficlets and one shots using Jasmine’s Situational Summer Prompts – Thunderstorm * This wraps up my Summer writing challenge and occurs post-Serendipity series (which I know I still have to finish 😬) * thank you Sooty for pre-reading and helping me through a bit of writer’s block * Word Count: +/- 3600

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The morning blurred by, much like the scenic drive north to the lake house. Azure skies stretched far into the horizon, marred only by the occasional puff of cloud. Eyes trained on the road, Liam smiled softly when he felt Katrina’s hand atop his, hearing her hum along to a song on the radio as she sat beside him.

Six weeks of summer were quickly coming to an end, and in just a few days they would have to go back to New York for the fall semester. Liam wanted nothing more than to spend an infinite number of weeks by the lake with Katrina. He’d never really planned a future with someone before – certainly not when he was with Madeleine, nor with anyone from his previous relationships; but he could see something with Katrina. It was still hazy in his mind, unfocused, but bright – like the good part of a dream that makes you smile in your sleep.

It gave him an overwhelming sense of calm.

Maybe it was young love. Maybe he was falling in love, for the first time in his life. Right now, Liam didn’t care either way; he just knew that the happy days since meeting Katrina far outweighed the unhappy days. He wanted to do the same for her.

They arrived at his family’s lake house just before lunch. The plan was to drop off their things and take the boat out on the lake for a picnic on the water, but Leo had managed to put a wrench in their plans without even being present. After several text messages, Leo confessed that he’d taken the boat across the lake to pick up his date, rather than taking the long way around by car or bike.

Katrina suggested setting up a table by the water would be just as nice, but Liam was determined to make their last weekend there extra special. He packed up their lunch and asked her to get back in the truck, and they were on the road again, to an undisclosed location.

“Li, where are you taking us?” Katrina scanned the road ahead of them, though it was pointless; trees flanked either side of them, and there were barely any road signs.

“Somewhere special,” Liam answered. “A place I used to go to on my own, whenever Leo was too much of a handful, and I just wanted a place to sit and think.”

“So, all the time then?”

Liam chuckled. “A few times a week. Sometimes twice a day if no one else was around while we were up here.”

Eventually Liam veered off the main road, onto a single lane path through the trees. He rolled to a stop when they came to a clearing by the water. A nervous smile made the edges of his mouth twitch, and he looked over to see Katrina’s reaction.

Her eyes widened with awe, and there was a warm grin on her lips. “Liam, this is beautiful,” she marveled, turning her head to the left and right to take in the view of the lake.

“Not as beautiful as my view right now.”

Katrina’s cheeks warmed and she tipped her head down in amusement, before casting a look to him. “You’re so cheesy sometimes,” she giggled. “It’s cute.”

Liam grinned shyly at her. “I couldn’t help myself.” He reached over the console and laced his fingers with hers. Katrina turned in her seat, gently stroked the side of his face, and leaned in to kiss him. She made a choking noise instead, pulled back by the locking mechanism on the seatbelt, and Liam laughed as she struggled to hit the button to disengage the clip, choosing instead to slip her arm over the belt to free herself. “My beautiful, adorable klutz.” He smiled at her as she shook her head in silent embarrassment.

“Just kiss me,” she giggled.

“As you wish.” Liam leaned over, gently wrapping his hand around the back of Katrina’s neck, and pressed his lips to hers. He felt a current in his chest surge through his body as so many of their kisses had done to him before, full of excitement, wanting, desire, and love. The tip of his nose brushed against hers as their heads tilted to new angles, playful nips shifting to long and tender kisses until they needed to come up for air. He pressed his forehead to hers as they caught their breath, noticing that Katrina trembled ever so slightly. “Hey,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

Katrina nodded silently, shy grin painted across her now swollen lips. “Yeah,” she whispered back. “Sometimes kissing you makes my head spin.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should. You definitely should.” She pulled back and tucked her hair behind an ear. “Should we eat?”

“Have a look around, I’ll go set up lunch,” Liam replied.

They exited the truck and he gathered up their food and drinks. While Katrina walked to the edge of the water, Liam unpacked their lunch on one of the tables under the covered picnic area. He grinned, watching her slip her shoes off and gather up the hem of her long sundress in her arms to wade into the water.

They took their time having lunch together, with Liam telling stories about venturing to this spot as a child to clear his head as a young boy. He pointed out the tree he used to climb so he could sit over the water, and the spots where he’d wade in and skip stones. After a walk along the shoreline, they found themselves laying in the bed of the truck, staring up at the sky and talking about everything and nothing in particular.

“That one looks like Pooh bear’s pot of honey,” Katrina said, pointing to a cloud over her shoulder.

“I wish summer could last a little longer, or we could forget about the world for just a few more weeks.” Liam sighed and rested one hand over his stomach.

“That’d be nice. I wouldn’t mind being here for the Fall…with endless pots of tea and crackling fires, staying warm with you on a couch while the trees changed color.” Katrina inched her hand over the truck bed until she found Liam’s hand, and their fingers weaved together.

“That’s the dream,” Liam replied.  

The warmth of the summer sun, coupled with full stomachs and the sound of the water lapping against the shore, lulled the pair into an unplanned nap, their hands still entwined as they slept. It was only when the air cooled around them that Katrina woke up, goosebumps trailing across her bare arms. She rolled her neck gently to either side, peeking at Liam with one eye as he slept, before she noticed the ominous grey clouds above them, followed by a rumble of thunder. “Liam…Liam,” she repeated, pulling her hand apart from his to shake his arm. “It looks like it’s gonna storm soon.”

Liam’s eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply, propping his elbows against the truck bed to sit up. Rubbing away the sleep from his eyes, he cast them skyward. “Yup, time to go, don’t want to get caught in that.” They cleaned up any remnants from lunch and hurried back into the truck, noticing how fast the storm clouds were rolling in as Liam sped back towards the house. The distant thunder shook something within them, each rumble and clap nipping at their heels.

Less than a mile from the house, the unmistakable sound of rain hitting steel snuck up from behind them, before a deluge surrounded the car and surged ahead of them. Liam pressed his foot on the brakes to slow down. They bobbed in their seats as he drove down the now mud-slicked path to the house, tires gripping for any semblance of dry earth underneath them. Liam’s arms tensed as he steered, tendons twitching to keep the car steady. He pulled to a stop as close as he could to the house, noticing Leo’s motorcycle nearby; the dock was empty and he hoped Leo would wait out the storm before returning on the boat. “Stay here, I’ll run in and get an umbrella for you.”

“It’s just rain, it won’t kill me,” Katrina teased. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hopped out of the truck, shutting the door with a yelp before disappearing from view.

“Trina!” Liam exited the truck and ran around the front, rain pelting him from all directions. He found Katrina on the ground, laughing at herself as she sat in a massive mud puddle. “Don’t you dare!” he warned, noticing the mound of mud already in her hand.

“Try and stop me!” Katrina did her best to fling the mud at him, grazing the side of his shirt as he dodged out of the way. She held her arm up to let the rain wash the dirt away, and Liam pulled her up.

“What are you, five?” He pushed a few wet strands of hair off her forehead.

“Almost five and a half,” she smirked back. “You got a little something on your face.”

“What? Where?”

“Right…here!” Katrina dragged her other hand down Liam’s face, streaking it with mud. She backed away from him and took a few steps towards the house.

Liam tilted his head up, letting the rain wash off her handiwork, before scrubbing a hand down his face. He looked over to her and saw a spark of mischief in her eyes. “Now you’re gonna get it!” he yelled playfully, pouncing after her. Katrina yelped again and took off towards the house, but her speed was no match for his long strides; she shrieked with glee when his arm hooked around her waist, both of them toppling to the ground from the momentum. Katrina rolled over onto her back, arms pointed to the sky, with a huge smile on her face as it rained down on them. Liam simply grinned at her.

After a moment, he sat up and got to his feet, offering a hand to Katrina to pull her up. He pulled her close and leaned down to kiss her; softly at first, growing with need as the kiss deepened and he felt her hands bunch the fabric of his shirt on either side of his waist. They broke apart, Liam grasping her shoulders, when a thunderclap sounded off nearby. “We should probably get inside.”

Katrina startled again when another clap of thunder occurred, and she nodded emphatically. “Yup, yup, fun time’s over!”

“I think it’s just beginning,” Liam smirked. The pair of them ran towards the porch, slightly winded from their sprint for cover, and he tugged gently on her hand. With a small twirl and a nudge, Katrina sat on the small wicker settee, giggling up at Liam. He knelt down before her, dripping wet, telltale ember of heat smoldering in his eyes.

Katrina felt his hands on her ankles, nimble fingers moving up her calves, and her knees parted as he leaned closer, as his hands continued their northward journey. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation as Liam kissed one knee, then the other, pushing up her waterlogged skirt up her thighs, his lips warm against her chilled skin…when Liam pulled away and began to laugh softly. “I…” She stopped to scrutinize the look of amusement on Liam’s face. “You better have a good reason for laughing at me right now, Liam.”

Liam held up one of his hands defensively, the other clutched around his ribs as he laughed harder. He shook his head and tried to control what was now turning into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he wheezed between laughs. “You’re just…dirty.”

“What?”

Liam swiped two fingers against her inner thigh, holding them up to show Katrina. She gasped at the mud on his fingers, laughter bubbling up from her throat as she looked down at the stain on her dress from her fall into the mud puddle earlier. Liam wiped his hand clean on his equally stained pants and stood up, prying his shoes off in front of her, and started unbuttoning his jeans. Katrina’s eyes widened as he peeled the soaked denim from his legs, fishing his keys out of a pocket. He pulled his shirt over his head, wringing it in front of her as he stood there in just his underwear. “Strip,” he grinned, collecting his clothing.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just getting started with you, but we’re muddy and soaked,” he explained, helping her up. “I’m going to put our clothes in the washer,” he leaned down and kissed her temple, “and then you and I…” He paused to kiss her cheek, and the shell of her ear, “will clean up in the shower, so we can have sex until you can’t stand it anymore.”

“I…umm…” Katrina stammered, eyes fluttering closed as Liam continued to kiss his way down her neck. She slipped out of her sandals and moved to stand on the cushions to get closer to Liam’s height, her arms wrapping around his neck. Her fingers combed through Liam’s hair, grabbing fistfuls of it when his thumb began to rub circles over her breast, the sensation causing her sensitive skin to pebble and harden with arousal.

“Do you like my plan?” he hummed against her neck. Katrina nodded her head in response, arching her body so she pressed up against his chest. Liam pulled away, taking a small step back. “Arms,” he urged, tipping his chin at her. She raised her arms up, and Liam pulled the dress over her head, devilish grin on his face as he took in the sight of her in blue lace. He bent down and picked up his clothes and keys, turning back to kiss Katrina again, one hand moving to cradle her jaw. Katrina hopped down and picked up their shoes as Liam hurried to the front door and unlocked it, swinging it open. “Get inside and hop in the shower, I’ll join you in a minute.”

-

“Liam…Liam, wait,” Katrina panted, her hand splaying against the tiled wall. “We should…we should…get…” she panted again, hooking her leg around Liam’s thigh. “Ohmygod,” she moaned, and the leg she was standing on wobbled.

“Yes?” Liam hummed. His fingers dipped between Katrina’s folds as he held her upright.

“We can’t have shower sex,” she sighed against his face, nipping at his earlobe.

“Why not? We’re halfway there.”

“There’s a foot of difference between us, it’ll never work.”

Liam pulled away from Katrina’s neck and quirked his brow at her. “Hook your legs around me, I can use the wall for leverage.”

Katrina giggled through her sighs of pleasure. “We’re gonna fall,” she warned. “The soap, the water…I…ohhh,” she moaned into his ear. “You’re so good at that.”

“Hook your other leg, Love.” Liam’s voice was hoarse against her skin. “I can manage.”

Her resolve weakened by Liam’s actions, Katrina hopped and hooked her legs around his waist. He pressed her back into the tiling to steady himself, pulling his fingers from her, and lined the tip of himself against her warm folds, teasing her entrance as he balanced her weight on his hips. She hissed gently as she relaxed and lowered herself onto him, her own arms straining to keep herself up while they were wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and Liam’s mouth dropped open.

Then his foot slipped.

Liam widened his stance for balance, but Katrina unlatched her legs and set her feet down, pulling themselves apart. “See?” She ran her hands down the length of his torso, fingers trailing over hardened abs. Liam moaned softly when she wrapped her hand around him and slowly started to stroke his shaft. “I don’t want to stop, but I don’t want us to slip and fall, or worse,” she breathed, stroking him faster. “I don’t want to break anything and explain what happened to your parents. Or Leo, for that matter.”

-

The storm raged on outside, thunder roaring and rainfall so thick the world was just a blur of shapes and colors. The sounds of the storm muffled the moans coming from Liam’s bedroom. He watched as Katrina rode him, their bodies still damp from showering, wet tendrils of her hair clinging to her skin every time she tipped her head back or let it drop forward. His fingers dug deep into the smooth skin of her thighs, her hips grinding against his with every thrust, trying in vain to merge themselves together beyond physical limitations.

“You’re magnificent,” he breathed, gripping onto her hips. He pressed his thumbs against her hip bones and Katrina bit one side of her lip. The pace at which she moved was dizzying, and she arched her back, arms moving behind her so she could hold onto his thighs for balance. Spread out before him, he could only look on with quiet reverence at the sight of her naked form. “Fuck, Trina,” he uttered, eyes shifting to where their bodies were joined. He watched himself disappear inside her over and over again, feeling the contrast of her immense warmth and the coolness in the air each time she pulled away. “You’re soaking wet.”

Liam thrust his hips up as she ground herself down, and Katrina bucked forward. She steadied herself again, pressing her palms onto his chest, grinding against him harder and faster. He tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping her face for a moment, before he quivered at her efforts. She was practically bouncing on top of him, the length of him sliding in and out repeatedly. It was ecstatic agony as he tried not to find release from her actions. Liam slid a hand between her legs, his thumb rubbing circles against her clit, and she shuddered above him, quickening her pace. “Yes, Liam, yes,” she hissed between breaths. “I’m close, so close.”

“God, I love watching you,” he groaned softly. “You’re exquisite.”

“Kiss me, please,” she begged. “I’m nearly there.”

Liam sat up, digging his heels into the mattress for any form of leverage, and wrapped his arms around Katrina’s waist, pulling himself up. Her breasts bounced against his skin, and he tore himself away from them to gaze into Katrina’s eyes, wild and dark as the storm outside. He cradled the back of her head with one hand, fingers tangling in her raven locks, and he tugged on a handful of hair. She gasped in response, lips curling into a pleasant grin. “Come for me,” he whispered. “I love to hear you…fuck, I love you.” He crashed his lips into hers, putting all his love and passion into the movement, trying to express how much he loved her in the space between them. He pressed her body to his and kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip, and Katrina pulled away, pressing her cheek to his as he felt her inner walls grip the entirety of himself. His jaw ticked at the sensation, once again trying not to come before she did.

“Liam… LIAM!” She moaned into his ear as she came undone, hips moving against him like a woman possessed, walls pulsing as she saw heaven flash before her eyes. Her body stilled in the wake of her orgasm, breathing hard as everything came back into focus. She could hear the rain pouring down, and Liam’s labored breaths beneath her. Hips rocking back and forth again, a wicked grin flashed across her face and she dragged her nails down Liam’s back, earning a sharp hiss from him. Her body ached as she moved against him, and a pleasant throbbing began to build between her legs once more. She sucked on his earlobe and whispered in his ear. “Your turn now.”

With a tiny growl, Liam grabbed hold of Trina’s waist and rolled on top of her, driving himself as deep as he could inside the divine space between her legs. Her back arched off the mattress in response, and she dragged her nails up and down his arms, leaving tiny, ragged trails with each pass. The only conversation between them was the sound of sharp panting and rapid breathing, eyes on the other full of love and lust.

He leaned down and kissed her. “I love you,” he huffed. The grin on his face was nearly bashful.

“I love you too,” she murmured. Katrina folded her leg up and Liam hiked her ankle over his shoulder. She exhaled sharply before whimpering at the new, tighter feel of him, nodding her head silently to let Liam know he should keep going. Noticing the small grin on his face, and the way his brow wrinkled, she gripped him with all her might as he continued to sheathe and unsheathe himself.

With a shaky breath, Liam looked into her eyes once more and nodded his head, leaning down to kiss her. “Can I?”

“Come for me, Love,” she whispered back.

Liam slammed his hips into Katrina, trembling above her; she felt him throb against her walls before he dropped down onto his forearms to either side of her. He planted a weary kiss to her lips and rolled to one side, keeping one hand on himself to keep the condom from falling off, and collapsed onto the mattress. They both laid on their backs, chests rising and falling as they caught their breath.

Katrina eventually rolled onto her side, grinning at him. “You look like you need another shower,” she teased, drawing an invisible line across his chest, now covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

Liam sighed and turned his head to her. “Care to join me? Again?”

[princess-of-riviaa]

Little Lady: Chapter 2

Prologue/Chapter 1

Pairing: Clark Kent x OFC (Vix)

Series Summary: Vixen “Vix” is a lady of the night. Clark Kent, a centuries-old vampire, has a compelling interest in her.

Chapter Summary: Vix gives Clark the private lap dance he paid for. Things take an unexpected turn very fast.

Warning(s): lap dance, grinding, making out, sexy vampire hickies;)

Word Count: 1,197

Mr. Kent makes himself comfortable on the couch in the center of the room as I shut the door and tell Tony that we’ll be occupied for fifty minutes, and unless he hears me shout the safeword, he needs to stay out of the room.

I turn to Mr. Kent, giving him my full attention. In the darkness of the room--these lights are even dimmer than the ones around the stage--my eyes struggle to make out more than his silhouette. He seems more comfortable now that it’s just the two of us. He sits with his legs spread and an arm thrown over the back of the couch, completely at ease. I swallow as nerves make my heart race. The rules are reversed. He should be the nervous one, not knowing what to expect. I’ve given plenty of lap dances before; there’s no reason for me to be nervous. Yet here we are.

“What made you come here tonight, Mr. Kent?” I find myself asking. Normally I don’t care enough about my clients to ask them personal questions. But the words fall out of my mind before I even realize what I’m doing.

“Clark, please,” he corrects. I notice the flash of light in his eyes as I step closer to him, though I can’t place the emotion behind it. My skin grows warmer the closer I get to him, as if the air between us is electrified. “And I guess you could call it untameable curiosity that led me here. That led me to you.”

Something about the way he looks at me, talks to me… it’s too intimate. As if he were speaking to an old friend rather than a girl whose real name is unknown to him. I want to turn away from him, want to avoid his soul-searching gaze.

But instead I play the part of seductress and close the distance between us. I lean over the couch until our faces are inches apart. His mouth parts eagerly, as if waiting for me to kiss him. How cute. He thinks it’s that easy. I slide a hand up his thigh and I hear his breath catch in the back of his throat as I slide it higher up his leg, closer to his growing erection. But instead of moving towards his cock, I slide my hand into his pocket and take out his phone.

I step away and move towards the small desk against the back wall. There’s a music player on top of it. I set Mr. Kent’s--Clark’s phone up to it and press the first song I see in his music app. At Last by Etta James. I resist the urge to chuckle. This is a song only a hopeless romantic would listen to, and hopeless romantics don’t frequent Lilith’s. Once again I find myself wondering what the hell this man is doing here.

I turn to face Clark again and begin to sway my hips to the slow beat. His eyes are locked on my body as I drag my fingers up my thighs, my stomach, my chest. I spin in a slow circle and make a low dip when my ass is directly in front of him, giving him a perfect show of everything he can’t have. By the time I’m standing upright and turned towards him again, his hands are clenched at his sides. The chorus begins as I move towards him and straddle his waist, hovering my hips just inches above his. I can feel the intense, desirable heat coming off him in waves. His cock is hard and straining in his pants. I circle my hips and lower them just enough to brush my clothed core over his. He gasps at the teasing touch and I respond with a devilish smirk. My hands rest on the back of the couch on either side of his head as I lean into him, brushing my chest against his shirt. My nipples harden under my costume--a tight-fitting corset that looks more like a leotard than anything else--and I gasp in surprise. My body doesn’t usually react to these lap dances. Of course, it’s intimate and intense and it would only be natural for my body to get riled up because of it, but I’m usually good at zoning out during these dances. But not tonight. Tonight I’m completely present, as in the moment as Clark is. And my body is suffering because of it. I brush my core against his again before raising my hips and putting distance between us.

I’m too busy observing the growing lust in Clark’s eyes to really process his hands resting on my hips and pushing me down on his erection. I only notice it as a ripple of pleasure shoots through my body, followed by burning arousal.

I gasp as he grinds my hips against his. Despite the layers of clothes between us, his cock runs along my core with precision and I can’t fight back the moan that falls from my throat. “You’re not supposed to… touch the dancers…” I fight to get out.

“I’m not touching you,” he says.

I frown and look down to see that he’s right. At some point he stopped touching me, letting his hands fall by his sides. Now my hips grind against his on their own accord and no matter how much willpower I have, I can’t find it in myself to stop.

“Shit,” I breathe out, but my voice is already shaking. “Clark…”

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, more of a gentleman than any other man who’s ever stepped into this club.

I don’t know where the logical side of my brain disappears off to as I lean in and kiss him first. He grunts in surprise before kissing me back, our lips moving together like we’ve done this a million times before. His arm wraps around my back, pulling my tighter against him. Fire shoots through my veins as I continue to grind against his erection, needing more, needing everything from this man.

His mouth leaves mine but before I can protest, he begins kissing down my jaw and neck. My eyes fall shut and I moan as he begins to suck on my pulse point. Fuck, this man knows what he’s doing.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out, running my fingers through his hair and tugging on the roots.

He moans against my skin, a sound that registers in every inch of my body. I can feel myself dripping, not doubt ruining my costume and soaking his pants, too. But I don’t care about that right now. All I want is--

He bites me. Not in a sexual way. Like, actually digs his teeth into my skin hard and deep enough to draw blood--lots of it. I cry out in shock and pain. But he doesn’t pull back. Instead, he keeps sucking--like he’s trying to suck my blood. What kind of freak is this guy? I shove his shoulders, trying to get him to stop, but I’m too weak against him.

My vision goes black a second later, and I fall limp in his arms, dead to the world.

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WELL friendos, it looks like it’s gonna be a stressful week. I did a little think last night to de-stress myself, so I figured I’d share it here with y’all as well; maybe it’ll be fun for you to look at too.

It's been a while since I've documented The Plush Hoard, so I went through it this evening!

A few notes before we begin!

-Before the "but where do YOU sleep" comments come in - I move them around when I sleep lol. The vast majority of my plushies are up on my top bunk nowadays (which u purposefully cannot see because after I was done taking pictures I just started tossing em up there and didn't feel like making them look nice jskdhgf;;; ) - I only keep my very favorites with me. Every time I blog about my plushies I get that comment and it's not funny anymore ;; -I am not a collector that keeps my plushies on shelves or behind glass cases; one of the primary reasons I love collecting plushies is because I love soft textures, so I love hugging and cuddling with them. So some of them are pretty beat up at this point! I also have a cat and if you have a cat, you know cat hair Everywhere is just a fact of life, so if you happen to see any...sorry! I cannot possibly de-cat-hair my entire apartment at all times. -I am not a photographer and my bedroom has crappy lighting, so these pictures aren't ~the prettiest~; the point of this is for me to just have some fun talking about one of my hobbies! -I have cultivated this collection over years and years and years; as I said, it's one of my hobbies, and it just brings me joy!

That said, THIS GON BE A LONG POST LMFAO, so if you're on board, hop under the read more and we'll get started uvu

We shall start with the non-weeb plushies skdjfhldfg, which is the smallest cohort |D;;; of special note are the baby penguin from Sunshine City Aquarium in Ikebukuro, the moose my parents got for me in Alaska, the big doofy red panda my college roommates got me for my birthday one year, and the dragon. THE DRAGON IS WEIGHTED. The dragon is delightful oh my god all plushies should be weighted;;; 

Ghibli plushies! I got the vast majority of these while I was physically in Japan - the only two that I didn't were the foxsquirrel and the Totoro on top of it. The soot sprite I got at the Ghibli Museum itself uvu 

Digimon plushies! I wish there were more decently sized Digimon plushies TAT;; (I like bigger plushies because they are easier to hug ok) The Culumon and Viximon (? I think I'm remembering that name right: Renamon's in-training form, the yellow fox blob sdjfgdfg) are bootlegs I am very sorry ;;; My Digimon Plush Goal is to somehow find an official Culumon someday TAT;;; I rlly like Culumon there was a period of time in elementary school where I drew nothing but Culumon so lol. 

Random fandom plushies! Lessee, what's represented here...Sanrio, Hamtaro, Madoka, Heartcatch Precure, Higurashi, OneShot, Made in Abyss, Re:Zero, Undertale, and Deltarune! Ralsei's hat and glasses obviously come off...I, full disclosure, do not know where they are. They are probably under my bed somewhere sjkdfghsdg;;;; 

OK HERE WE GO: most of my plushies are Pokemon plushies. What can I say...they're just so much fun to collect TAT;;; first up are a couple groups of miscellaneous babbies; you will soon see I like collecting some Pokes over others... 

Miscellaneous babbies part two! See the lil Riolu? When I lived with my parents still, that Riolu was Joji's favorite plushie to steal |D;; she would semi-regularly come into my room and take plushies from me, but that one she took far more often than any other. She's such a small dog no damage was ever done, but still...Joji these are mine, not yours! 

Miscellaneous babbies part three! This was originally meant to be legendary/mythical Pokes but then I remembered Raboot and Galarian Ponyta and was like "OH NO I HAVE TO INCLUDE THEM" I am not very good at this jsdhfglsjfdg 

'pixs! (and two Ninetales) I have a very vivid memory of watching the first episode Vulpix appeared in in the anime and wanting a plushie of one so bad, but alas they were certainly not readily available to me yet, so I carried around a Simba plushie I had that evening pretending it was a Vulpix xD so if little me could see my Vulpix collection now she'd be very happy!! 

'vees! ...I like me an Eevee, what can I say. There's actually one Eevee that's missing from this pic - I told you I'm not very good at this |D;;; 

...oh there were TWO Eevees missing and I stuck them in this pic lol I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT I TOOK PICTURES OF HOORAY anyway, Eeveelutions! I obviously favor certain evolutions over others |3 Eventually I would like to get at least one Espeon, Glaceon and Leafeon, just to say I have them all. But there is one more Eeveelution that I couldn't fit here... 

...cause she BIG. My life-sized Sylveon takes the prize of biggest plushie I own. She hangs out at the foot of my bed uvu (also her ears are top heavy/don't have any wires in them so they've clearly flopped backwards...but she cute any way you slice it TAT) 

THE PIKAS. ...Somehow I thought I had more Pikas than this. (Oh wait, I DO...they're just coming later cause they're in a special category |3 ) this is still a good amount of Pikas! Detective Pika is extraordinarily soft he's very good TAT;;; also two Raichu cause I don't have enough Raichu to take a separate pic of. 

Mimis! I have a couple other Mimis that are also in the special category coming up hehe. Big Mimi was stuck in customs for a month after I got him so I'm glad he made it home eventually TAT;;; 

HERE WE GO I have...a lot of Litten. Litten is my baby. Best Poke-kitty for me. I love my Litten TAT///// 

PICHU PICHU PICHUUUU!!! My ultimate baby TAT///// Pichu so good...so happy to have so many Pichu...aaaa///// but wait, there are Absol here too?? Well, yes, of course. For I am a Pichu and my love is an Absol. So. I had to take pictures of the plushies together uvu 

Some Large Friends that got their own picture. That rolly Charizard was the first thing I ever won from a crane game; I was ridiculously proud of myself |D;;; 

SPECIAL CATEGORY: Halloween Pokes!!!! The PokeCen always has an Extremely Good Halloween campaign and it makes me angry...they're all so good...TAT//////// 

Aaand! Best for last!! SE plushies T//u//T The middle two Souls are very beat up, ahaha....I've had the smaller one for over a decade and the bigger one for almost a decade, so...they've gotten a lot of love//// (plus it is also funny to tease Soul - u know I'd give u a hug over the plushies any day baaaaaabe u3u) I really want to get Liz, Patty, and Tsubaki too, but Tsubaki is SUPER hard to find and I don't want to get Liz and Patty and not her TAT;;; there are also Excalibur plushies...............but I think I'm ok without an Excalibur plushie sjdkfghsdfg OH also not pictured; I do have a plush Shinigami glove |D

So! There it is! The hoard! If I were a dragon this would be my treasure hoard! It was nice to go through this so if you went through it with me I hope you had fun too!

[nitannichionne]

If He Was YOUR Fan Chapter 27: Hallow’s Eve (A Henry Cavill Fan Fic)

CHAPTER 27: HALLOW’S EVE

“You don’t look like Peeta.” You quirk your eyebrow at Henry humorously. Truthfully he looked better.

“But I do look like a tribute.” He shrugs. “A bad one, maybe?” He grabs you and pulls you against his chest, your hands landing on his pecs as you look up at him. His voice deepens. “Wanna stay alive? Stay with me, little girl. Never leave my side.”

You laugh at him, but then he kisses you in such a way that you are sure you could be late for the party. “Henry…” In the privacy of the trailer it was way too easy for that to happen. “We could be late for the party.”

His gaze moves over you appreciatively. “Yeah.”

You smile up at him. “Behave.”

“I am behaving,” he says with mock innocence. “Just badly.” He starts backing you toward the bedroom door and a knock interrupts you. “Damn it!”

You giggle at him and he does not relinquish his hold on you as you circle him and edge toward the door. “Yes?”

“Hey, where’s the wine?” Stuart calls from outside.

“Stuart—” Stella admonishes and after hearing Stuart say, “ow” you start laughing.

“It’s in the truck,” Henry rolls his eyes. “Let’s get going.”

You edge up and kiss his nose, making him grin. He rubs his nose against yours, and for some reason, this makes your heart swell. You have always been one for the little things-random snuggles and touches as if he can’t keep his hands off you, making you feel like you are loved and treasured. And when you do it to him, you watch his eyes light and spark, sometimes a small smile tugging at those kissable lips of his that is just as good as him walking over and kissing you literally. You love him. So much. You drop your gaze shyly. “We’d better get going.”

He lets you go slowly. “You won’t always get away that easily, kitten.”

You get goosebumps but manage a smile, walking out. He follows you out and you all head to the truck. He hands Stuart a case of beer, hands you and Stella appetizer plates, and then takes the case of wine for himself. You make the walk to the set, sounds of laughter and music become closer as you get closer.

Dusk closes in on the place, and it looks magical. Small torches are set on every reachable flat surfaces, giving it a surreal feel-tribal and primitive. You feel like you could possibly be in Hunger Games.

People gather on the bridge and platforms, eating food and milling about talking. One platform becomes a small dance floor, and people look on and watch. You feel Henry put his arms around your waist and you lean back into him, reveling in the feel of his body against yours, his arms around you. You both wore jackets, but he is what warms you against the night.

You go dance with some of the actors, while Henry and Kal watch you. You keep looking at him, wishing he would dance, but you are happy he encourages you to go ahead without him. You are twirled and swayed as the music plays, but your eyes are for him. When the music changes, you get off the floor and sit in his lap, a little breathless, but once again, enjoying his arms encircling you.

“You’re a really good dancer,” he nods.

“The school I went to required we learn the basics,” you nod. “It was a lot of fun-“ You hear your name called, and see Stella waving from the food and drinks table with Stuart. “Be right back--”

He catches your hand. “Remember—”

“No drinking,” you say softly. Even though you are not sure you are pregnant, he has decided to err to the side of caution, making you wonder what he has been thinking. You open your mouth to ask, think better of it, and kiss him before heading over to see Stella. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Stella smiles, standing in her white shirt with an “S” on it. “Think you can man the table for me? Stuart wants to dance.” You look at Stuart, who is in a grey shirt and with a black “P” on it, smiling at their light grey caps.

“Sure, go ahead.” You watch them in their salt and pepper costumes and begin to serve food and drinks to people. You pour yourself a elderberry juice with Dry London Spirit, smiling at the mix in your cardboard cup, and take a sip. You smile at them, and then see Cynthia.

You go to Cynthia at the end of the table. “Hey!”

“Hey!” Cynthia says. “How’s it going?”

“Okay,” you grin. “Stuart and Stella look really nice out there.” You wave at them and they wave back.

“They’re cute,” Cynthia shrugs.

“Something I can get you?” You ask.

“Sure.”

You serve her food and a small wine.

“Thanks.”

“Sure thing,” you nod, seeing Hannah and Archer come. “Hey guys!”

“Hey!” Hannah waves.

The dark shirts and khakis made you guess.  “Let’s see…Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable?”

“Oh, my God!” Hannah’s eyes widen. “You got it!”

“I liked the show when I was a kid,” you shrug.

Archer nods impressed with your answer and gives Hannah a look. “I’ll let you girls chat.” He leaves you two alone at the table, and you give a polite smile. You haven’t had kind words in some time.

“Hey,” Hannah greets. “Working the party?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I told Stella if she needs a break, let me know.”

“But you’re not with catering,” Hannah points out.

“This party isn’t like that,” you nod. “You didn’t bring anything?”

“Oh, I brought candy,” Hannah said with a smile. “Easy stuff.”

“Oh, okay.” You see Cynthia wave you over. “Did you want anything?”

“Just beers,” she shrugs.

You walk over to the cooler and get the beers.

“Thanks,” she smiles a little. “I…I just wanted to say I’m sorry about…the Henry thing. He really, really likes you.”

“Thanks,” you tell her. “I kinda miss our art sessions.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, I still would love to illustrate a book you write someday.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that,” you say. “but, you and Archer are—”

“He’s a really good guy,” Hannah nods. “I mean, some people act like they like you and they don’t, you know?” Her look is meaningful as she says the words slowly. “He is really nice, but some people? No.”

You blink at this, frowning. “Hannah, what are you trying to tell me?”

Her eyes slide off to the dance floor where Cynthia, Stella and Stuart are dancing. They are all waving at you.

You feel your heart in your throat. “Hannah—” You turn to find her gone.

Stella and Stuart return, and you smile, still feeling shaken about Hannah’s warning. You and Stella have been tight almost all summer. The idea of her not really being a friend hurts. Cynthia’s a cool boss and Stuart you barely know.

You return to Henry with your drink and a paper bowl of water. “Here you go, Kal.” You set the bowl down, and sit on his lap.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks.

“Nothing, just—” you shake your head. “God, I’m just being silly.”

“What is it?”

“Hold my drink,” you say. “Ladies room.”

“Okay,” Henry nods. “We’ll talk when you get back.”

“It’s silly—” you watch him slightly raise his eyebrow. “Okay, we’ll have a laugh.” You go to the bathroom and return.

“Well?”

“Strangest thing,” you say to him. “Hannah sounded like she was trying to warn me.”

“About what?” he asks with a slight frown.

“She apologized for being jealous and warned me about people pretending to like me.”

He exhales heavily. “Sounds—”

“It’s the way she said it, Dal,” you say softly. “Like she was warning me. And she looked at Stella, Stuart and Cynthia on the dance floor.”

“Well, that doesn’t help,” Henry thought aloud. “Are you sure she was looking at them and not someone else?”

“I don’t know,” you shake your head. You look down at Henry’s hand, which is holding an empty beer bottle. “Let me get you another one.”

“Thanks,” he smiles.

You rise and take the bottle to the garbage can, throwing it away, and getting a fresh bottle. You down your drink and get a bottled water for yourself.

As you approach Henry, it hits you. You suddenly don’t feel well, and it’s hard to breathe. Your steps slow, and Henry’s eyes widen. He stands, looking at you. You feel it, down your throat, the tightening. You didn’t taste it at first, but there it is, and it wasn’t there before:

Grapefruit.

You’re allergic to it…you’re terribly allergic to it. You usually can smell it before you consume it, stop yourself, but you didn’t. You feel your throat close, and you grab your throat, dropping the beer and the water. The beer bottle breaks and crashes on the stone floor. Henry races for you, and you hear a scream as you go down. The night is spinning as you struggle to breathe.

Henry goes into your leg pack as people crowd you.

“Is she okay?”

“What’s happening?”

“What’s going on?”

“Oh my God, get the doctor!”

“Get the doctor!” Henry orders. “NOW!” You feel a stab in your leg. “Come on, baby. Come on, I’ve got you…”

You vomit and feel yourself turned to your side, causing the crowd to make some sort of far away noises you can’t make out and then you are put on your back again. You see the sky. You see the trees. You feel your legs being lifted above your heart. You see people around you, looking upset or scared…Henry holding you…Stella in standing in shocked tears as Stuart holds her…Hannah shaking her head with her mouth covered while Archer looks at you, upset…Colin…frowning at you…then his eyes wander…to Cynthia, her expressionless face looking at yours as if waiting…but for what?

Henry shakes you slightly. “Don’t do that, don’t pass out…”

“Hen…ry…” But you can’t hold, even as you feel your throat start to open a little. You can barely breathe…

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