#picture prompt

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Making Room 1/1

Making Room

 Kate Beckett smothers a laugh with her hand. When she'd told her husband she was getting in the shower, he'd made a show of wiggling his eyebrows and promising to join her as soon as he appeased the wild beasts. He'd thrown on a robe over his bare chest and snapped the waistband of his pajama pants for emphasis before he'd disappeared through their bedroom door and jogged upstairs. Well, it seems the children had had other plans for him, because Rick, Reece, Jake, and Lily are all sprawled on the couch together.

 "Comfy, babe?" She smirks, tilting her head when Castle peeks an eye open. She knows from his breathing that he wasn't asleep, but he does look awfully close to it, even with Jake lying across his chest, head at his cheek.

 "Mmm, hey," he rumbles. "Turns out food wasn't in the cards just yet, but some cuddles were."

 Affection flushes through her bloodstream and she leans over, dotting kisses on everyone's brow. For Rick, she adds a soft brush of her lips over his. He's such a good dad. Patient and gentle with the kids, silly when he needs to be, and serious when the situation calls for it; it's pretty sexy.

 "I'll start the coffee," she murmurs, coming back for another kiss. "And then I want you to make some room for me on that couch."

 Her husband grins, twisting and adjusting the kids without a word. When he's done, there isn't much space, but they'll figure it out.

 They always do.

#Fluffy Friday #Caskett #Caskett Fanfic #Castle Fanfic #Castle Fanfiction #My Fanfic #Picture Prompt #Post Series Fic

[draganwhorror]

Here's more for you to choose from

I decided to write something to go along with the second pic(gif). I hope you like it!

She could sense his disappointment. The way he looked at her through the bars, his face impassive, almost made her feel guilty for trying to run. He'd caught her, of course, and now she was locked up once more. His eyes shone in the dim light, two dark pools that she had the urge to drown herself in.

"I wanted to trust you," he muttered, a hint of chagrin in his tone. "I thought I could. But now I see you were just leading me on. Trying to garner trust so I would let you out. So you could escape."

"Travis..." Laura said, her voice sounding somewhat apologetic. "Come on, Travis. You can't keep me down here in the basement like this. I'm not an animal."

Travis sighed and shook his head. "I've told you before, I can't let you go now. You killed my niece. You killed my parents. Both of my brothers are dead because of you. And Caleb... well, he hasn't returned, so I have to assume he's dead too."

"Don't forget Max," Laura grumbled. "My boyfriend is dead because of you."

Travis lunged forward, his face close to the bars of her cage. "Don't you dare blame me for your boyfriend's death. It was you who wanted him to bring you to camp a day early. It was you who didn't go to the motel when you realized Chris wasn't there to greet you. It was you who decided to play hero and stick your nose where it didn't belong. You are the reason Max is dead."

Laura huffed. She seemed more annoyed that she was being blamed than she did about the fact that her boyfriend was dead. Travis wasn't sure what to think about that, but he knew he'd have to stay alert. He couldn't let his guard down around her anymore.

"Why are you keeping me here?" she asked as she glared at him. "The curse is finally over. Silas is dead. And, okay, so is everyone else, but why can't you just let me go now? I'm not infected. I'm not a liability. I'm nothing to you now."

"You're mine," Travis growled, his voice barely audible.

Laura seemed taken aback. "Uh...what?"

"I said, you're mine. You destroyed my entire family. Those other counselors, and your boyfriend, died because of your meddling. But there's still use for you yet."

"Travis?" Laura asked, stepping back from the bars. "Y-you can't. I'm... That's not legal. My parents will come looking for me."

Travis shook his head again. "Murdering my family wasn't legal, but you did it anyway. And as for your parents, no, they won't. They think you're dead. A little birdie told them you were among the casualties at Hackett's Quarry. No one will come for you."

Laura gasped, the reality of her situation starting to sink in. She put her hands on her head and began to pace the small cage. Travis watched her warily, but after a minute or two, she sank to the floor, settling into a corner of the cage and wrapping her hands around her knees. Her voice was soft as she asked, "What are you going to do with me? What use could I possibly have for you now?"

Travis's eyes gleamed as his lips pulled up into a smirk. "First, you're going to have to earn my trust. And then... You're going to learn to be a very good girl for me."

With those parting words, Travis turned and walked away, leaving Laura alone in the dim basement to think about what fate now had in store for her.

#my writing #picture prompt #travis x laura #ficlet #uncanny8ellen #caged Laura #post-game #promises promises #kidnapping #Travis has plans

[airjemsfandump]

Random ZayRaf

"Smile for me?"

"Like this?"

#zayraf #zayne x rafayel #love and deepspace zayne #rafayel love and deepspace #zayraf fluff #love and deepspace #love and deep space #alternate universe #headcanon #gay shit #gay gay gay #gay couple #gays #i will go down with this ship #i love them your honor #mama i love them #i love them sm #i love them so much #rafayel fluff #fanfic ideas #fanfic prompt #picture prompt #smile for me #pretty boy #one of your girls

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Post-series • AU • Kate and Rick have a 5-month-old son. (named Teddy because my brain literally cannot think of anything else. Real name, nickname, I don't care).

Daddy’s Jealous

When those first, sleepy cries echoed through the baby monitor as the sun rose, she groaned and gently nudged his shin with the heel of her foot.

She expected his usual mumbled “S’your turn” - especially so considering he had volunteered himself for the 2am bottle - but he pressed a kiss to her shoulder before slipping from the sheets and plodding upstairs.

After several quiet minutes, soft grunts and coos filled the sleepy silence of the loft. She pried her eyes open, one at a time, and looked toward the door where her boys stood in the soft glow of morning sun, smiling brightly at her.

“Good morning, Mommy,” Castle whispered as he waved their son’s hand in the air.

“Morning,” she sung back as she shuffled upright in bed, leaning back against the headboard.

“I wasn’t going to wake you but I figured, seeing as his last feed was bottle…”

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” She unbuttoned her pyjama top before slipping it out of her way and reaching out for Teddy.

"Ah, I remember the days when I had to actually put a considerable amount of effort into seeing your boobs," Castle reminisced as he passed his son off to his wife.

She laughed heartily. "Now they're just out... all the time."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," he assured her with a beaming smile. "Have you got everything you need?"

"Yeah, I'm good." She looked up at him, smiling, once Teddy was latched and settled. "Thank you."

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I'll be right back."

***

He came back into the room fifteen minutes later with a tray of breakfast: coffee, a slice of toast and an assortment of fresh fruit cut up into easy bite-sized pieces for her.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly as she watched him place the tray on the bedside table.

"For me?" she asked, still awed by all these little things that he does for her.

"It certainly is," he said with a smile, tilting his head as he took in the relaxed state of his wife and son. "Is he all done?"

"Yeah, think so." She looked down at their beautiful boy's face and bright blue eyes looked back at her. "He's just kinda nuzzling now."

"Good job," he praised Teddy, taking him from Kate's arms. "You eat your breakfast, we'll go get dressed."

He turned and began to walk away, cooing and talking to their son. "We're going to try on a new outfit today. I think Mommy is going to love it."

***

When Castle returned, he held Teddy's back to his chest so that the boy had a perfect view of his surroundings. As soon as his eyes landed on Kate, he grinned a wide, gummy grin and jerked his arms and legs around excitedly.

"Hey, Baby," she greeted him enthusiastically. "Look at you!"

She laughed, taking in the new outfit: a fluffy white bath robe with matching white slippers.

"That might be the cutest thing I have ever seen," she mooned.

"Might be?" Castle gasped theatrically, cupping his palm over Teddy's ear. "Don't you listen to her!"

"As adorable as this is, don't you think it's a little warm for him to be so wrapped up?"

"You're totally right," he agreed - too easily in her opinion - as he laid Teddy down on the bed in front of Kate. "You should unwrap him."

She raised her brow at him, knowing him well enough to know that he was definitely up to something.

Slowly, she reached out for the neatly tied bow of the teeny tiny robe and pulled on it. Teddy kicked and squealed excitedly.

"Is there a surprise under here?" she asked, as she gently poked at the boy's chubby thighs. "Hey? Have you got a surprise for Mommy?"

Teddy squealed again, flapping his arms around.
Kate opened the robe to reveal a onesie she didn't recognise. After quickly reading the words printed on it, she shook her head and rolled her eyes, but couldn't stifle her grin.

My Daddy is jealous... I had BOOBS for breakfast.

Kate leant down and placed an exaggerated kiss on Teddy's cheek, pulling back with a loud pop of her lips that had the infant giggling hysterically.

"Your daddy is so silly," she cooed.

#story request #picture prompt #caskett #my fanfic #Kate Beckett #Richard Castle #my drabbles

[alj4890]

Hii 🥰

I saw this picture and thought it might inspire a fic or an edit (no pressure 🥰)

I'm so sorry this took so long to answer @peonierose 🤦🏻‍♀️ I had a lot of Choices couples in mind for this picture 😂 It has taken me a while to think of just the right story for this one and I think I finally have. After seeing Ethan tortured in some of my fics recently, I decided to do a drabble of him and an OC I mentioned in A Glimpse. For this story, we see how these two got together.

(Ethan Ramsey x OC*Sophie Triano) with some urging from (Tobias Carrick x Chris Valentine) in a Choices Open Heart drabble

@hopelessromantic1352 @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @jerzwriter

Rating G for fluff

Masterlist

Something Sweet

"How was Bora Bora?" Ethan asked.

"Perfection itself." Tobias replied. "Chris and I had the best time there."

Ethan studied him. "You don't look very tan for a man who has been on an island for two weeks."

Tobias smirked. "But I do look tan enough for a man who was on a honeymoon with his wife."

Ethan rolled his eyes.

"Where's Chris?"

"Studying with Sienna." Tobias replied.

He eyed Ethan for a moment. Since they were alone, he decided to find out what happened after he and Chris left their wedding reception.

"By the way, how did you get back to the hotel?"

"How do you think?" Ethan replied.

"Who gave you a ride?" Tobias asked.

"Your brother did."

"Which one?"

Ethan stopped trying to complete some paperwork. He leaned back in his chair, set his hands behind his head, and focused silently on Tobias.

"It was Hugh." He finally said. "Why?"

"No reason." Tobias grumbled.

Ethan went back to work.

"If you rode with Hugh, then you must have ridden with Veronica."

"That would be a logical assumption since she is married to your brother." Ethan drily remarked.

Tobias refused to comment on that. "And if you were with Veronica, then you must have met her cousin, Sophie."

Ethan glanced up, eyes narrowed.

"So?" Tobias moved Ethan's laptop to the side. "What did you think of her?"

"She seems nice."

"Nice?" Tobias groaned. "Come on, Ethan."

"Can we get back to work or do you feel the need to bother me a little longer?"

Tobias shook his head. "Sophie is just your type."

"You haven't known my type since college." Ethan pointed out.

Tobias quirked an eyebrow and waited.

Ethan glared at him for the reminder he had fallen for Chris too.

"Sophie looks nothing like her." He bit out.

"I know that, but she has some similar personality traits that I think you'll like."

Tobias decided to drop that brief comparison when Ethan glared bordered on murderous.

"Hugh told me Sophie moved to Boston."

"She moved back to Boston." Ethan corrected, grateful to not be talking anymore about finding a woman like Chris. "Veronica and Sophie are expanding their business. She opened a bakery here a couple of months ago."

"Have you been by yet?"

Ethan rubbed a hand down his face. "I haven't."

He held his hand up to silence Tobias the moment he saw his mouth open.

"If I say I'll go by later this week, will you drop the subject and let me finish what I was typing?"

"I'll drop it for now, but we are discussing it again and again until you go see her." Tobias smirked at him.

"You are a colossal pain in my ass, you know that?" Ethan grumbled. "Go find someone else to bother."

"And leave you alone?" Tobias clucked his tongue in disapproval. "That wouldn't be very-- where are you going?"

"To see Sophie." Ethan snapped. "Right now, I'll do anything to get you to shut up!"

Tobias watched him storm out of the diagnostic office. He then sent a quick text to Chris, letting her know she could come inside.

So far, their plan to help Ethan find someone was off to a great start.

***************

"Don't breathe." Sophie whispered to those watching.

She carefully placed the last delicate sugar flower at an angle that defied gravity upon the five tier cake and carefully climbed off her step stool.

"Well?" She beamed at her staff. "What do you think?"

"I think we need to take them off now and store them before one breaks." Her store manager, Terry, declared. "You've got three more cakes to work on this week and the last thing we need is--"

"Ms. Triano!" One of the employees called out. "You have a visitor at the front."

Terry's voice went a higher octave when she began to leave.

"Sophie!" He cried. "The flowers!"

"They'll be fine." She winked at him. "You worry too much."

She chuckled over his look of disbelief.

Sophie couldn't help but be optimistic that all was working like she and Veronica planned. Ever since they were little girls with their Easy Bake ovens, they knew they wanted to open their own bakery one day. With their family's support, the two cousins graduated from the French Culinary Institute and opened up a bakery in New York.

It wasn't long before their cakes were featured in bridal magazines across the globe. Veronica and Sophie entered competitions on Food Network to gain even more exposure. Soon, they had orders years in advance for their baked treats.

They knew they should expand, but what made their cakes so popular, was that they each made every part of it themselves. They had staff to help with the mixing and all, but they were the true cake artists. Everything they designed from sugar blew everyone's mind.

For the first time in ten years, the cousins worked apart. Veronica needed to stay in New York with Hugh's work being there and their children were happy in their current schools. Since Sophie was single with no children of her own, she was the one to volunteer to open another bakery.

She'd wanted to come back to Boston for a while now. Though she thoroughly enjoyed working in New York, there was nothing like being back in her hometown. She needed that sense of comfort as she made all the decisions on her own. She still called Veronica multiple times a day, but this venture rested mostly upon her shoulders.

Sophie straightened her chef's jacket as she crossed into the main bakery. Cases gleamed under Edison bulbs revealing a variety of desserts. Cookies, tarts, pies, scones, cakes, etc. were all on display to tempt everyone who walked through her door. She did a quick visual sweep to make sure everything was up to her high standards before looking for her visitor.

Her eyes widened at the sight of the doctor she'd met at Tobias and Chris's wedding. Of all the people she thought she would see again, Ethan Ramsey seemed the least likely.

It wasn't that he ignored her at the wedding. He even talked to her about her bakery. He simply seemed to be preoccupied with something else.

***************

Ethan watched as she made her way over to him. He'd thought she was pretty the night he met her, but seeing her in chef's mode brought a smile to his face. She was in her element and the confidence rolled off of her adding even more to her beauty.

"Hey." She smiled at him. "What are you doing here?"

"You said I could come anytime I wanted something sweet." He spread his arms. "Here I am."

"And just what do you crave, Ethan?" She teased. "Are you a sugary puff kind of man or do you want something bitter?"

"No sugary puffs" He walked over to look at her offerings. "Though I will admit that most of this makes me think a diabetic coma might be worth it."

She laughed. "Follow me, Dr. Ramsey."

His eyebrow raised as he followed her off to a smaller room. There was a table and a set of chairs along with a cooler filled with various drinks.

"Have a seat." Sophie insisted.

She sat down across from him, pulled out a small notebook from her pocket and clicked a pen open.

"Now then." She raised her eyes to his. "Would you mind answering a few questions?"

"For?" He countered.

"To learn all your secrets." She replied.

His eyes widened.

Sophie laughed, shaking her head. "Easy there. I was teasing you. I'm wanting to understand your palette."

Ethan actually flushed.

"Then, yes, go ahead."

"Just say the first word that comes to mind." Sophie told him. "Fruit?"

"Apple."

Sophie wrinkled her nose.

"What's wrong with apples?"

"Nothing. I'm not a big fan of them. I'm more of a berry girl."

Her gaze dropped down to his white doctor's coat. "Though I guess I shouldn't be surprised with you saying apple."

Ethan relaxed in his chair. "They are good for you."

"I'll stick with raspberries."

"I like those too." Ethan added.

"You do?" She set her pen down. "Do you like dark chocolate?

"I do." He replied.

Sophie got to her feet. "Wait here."

She went through a set of double doors and returned with a slice of chocolate cake covered in a dark chocolate ganache.

"Try this." She handed him a fork.

Ethan's eyes widened with the first bite. A medley of the tart raspberry compote with slightly sweet chocolate left him wanting more.

"Good?" She prodded.

"It's incredible." He took another bite. "Best cake I've had in a long time."

She beamed at him. "Talk like that will make you my favorite customer."

He chuckled. "I'm tempted to buy the rest of the cake."

"No need."

She went back through the double doors and before they could shut, she was back with a black box tied with a white bow in her hands.

"You boxed the cake up before I even tried it?"

Sophie nodded a touch proudly. "I knew you would love it."

"How much do I owe you?" He got to his feet, reaching for his wallet.

"It's on the house." She replied.

"Oh." Ethan took the box from her. "Thank you."

Terry stuck his head through the double doors.

"Sophie!" He hissed without looking at Ethan. "The flowers! Carlton bumped the table and gave me a mild heat attack. Get them back into storage!"

Sophie pinched the bridge of her nose. "I'll be right there."

"You have flowers too?" Ethan asked.

"No. I make them." She waved goodbye. "Drop by anytime Dr. Ramsey."

Sophie paused at the door and winked at him. "I might even give you something else you'll love."

Ethan blinked in surprise once she disappeared. He wasn't quite certain how to take her parting words.

He frowned in thought during the drive back to the hospital.

"She meant more desserts." He told himself. "That's all she could have meant."

Once at Edenbrook, he sat in his car a few extra minutes. He eyed the black box and knew why he couldn't stop trying to see hidden meanings in her words and actions. He'd allowed Tobias to get in his head about there possibly being something more with Sophie.

He refused to give it another thought. He was too busy and too intelligent to ponder what women meant when talking to him. Of course, if Sophie did mean it in a flirtatious manner, then he would naturally respond in either a flirty fashion of his own or cold disinterest.

He picked up the box, a hint of a smile on his lips as he thought of her knowing he would love her cake.

If she was interested in him, he might be interested in her to.

*******************

A couple of days later...

"Any plans for your days off?" Chris asked.

Ethan kept pace with her as they walked towards their patient's room. "I'm going to the ballet Thursday night. They are performing The Sleeping Beauty."

"Oh?" Chris couldn't help but smile. "That sounds awfully romantic."

Ethan softly groaned. He knew what was coming next.

"Do you have anyone in particular you're taking with you?" Chris prodded, trying her best to look innocent.

"Chris." Ethan grumbled.

"Yes?" She was completely unfazed by the way he said her name.

"Tobias is rubbing off on you."

"I do more than rubbing." Tobias remarked from behind them.

Chris swatted him playfully with the file folder in her hand.

"What are we talking about?" Tobias asked, once he was walking along her other side.

"Ethan has a romantic night planned." Chris explained before Ethan could get a word out.

"Really?" Tobias looked over her head at him. "About time."

"I was just about to find out who Ethan invited to share this romantic night at the ballet."

"The ballet." Tobias slipped his arm around Chris when he noticed Ethan's face contort into irritated anger. "Can't set the mood much better than that."

"Enough!" Ethan snapped. "I'm not taking anyone to the ballet!"

"Why not?" Chris stopped him from walking on.

She placed her hands on her hips and backed him into the wall with her narrowed eyes and clipped tone.

"Are you honestly going to stand there and tell me that you are going to spend an evening of dinner and ballet without a date?!"

"I," Ethan hesitated. "Um..."

There was something about Chris's temper that made everyone take a step back. Even he got caught off guard from time to time.

But he wasn't in any mood for it today.

He glared down at her. He decided he wasn't going to be cowed by his former protege.

"I am planning an evening of enjoyment for myself."

Chris threw her hands up in exasperation, almost hitting both Ethan and Tobias in their faces.

"Men!" She grumbled. "Such a waste of bloody oxygen half the time."

Tobias groaned. "Welp, you set her off for the day. No man will be safe."

Ethan winced when Tobias smacked him on the back of the head.

"Don't tell her about your evenings for a party of one." He began to follow his wife. "She won't like it, then I'm the one left to deal with the fallout."

"She shouldn't be interested in what I do." Ethan grumbled.

Tobias shot a frustrated glance filled with pity towards him.

"What?" Ethan demanded.

"Chris cares about you." Tobias reminded him. "Once she calls you her friend, there is no escaping her concern. You know this about her."

Ethan stopped in his tracks. It was strange that it didn't hurt as much anymore thinking about Chris caring about him as nothing more than a friend. After their tumultuous year when she first arrived at Edenbrook, then having to go through seeing her fall in love with Tobias; Ethan was surprised they had survived it all to end up friends.

Maybe he was ready to move on and see what could happen next.

*******************

He decided he was ready to have a significant other as he ate dinner alone. Going to the ballet without someone there to talk to had lost the allure it once held. He still enjoyed his solitude, especially with the friends he had somehow become stuck with. This evening though would have been perfect for someone special.

As he walked into the Boston Opera House's lobby, he bumped into Sophie.

"Excuse me--Ethan!" She smiled at him. "Hello."

"Sophie," he glanced around to see if she was with a date, "it's good to see you again."

"You too." She too tried to see if he was with someone. "Are you a fan of the theatre arts?"

"I am." He cleared his throat. "Are you here alone?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes, "I was given the Mcculler's box in thanks for doing a rush job on a cake for one of their parties. I've been looking forward to this night for weeks but couldn't find anyone who wanted to see The Sleeping Beauty with me."

Ethan's lips curved some. "I've rarely found anyone who enjoys coming here as much as I do."

"Where are your seats?" She asked.

"The Mezzanine, center." He replied.

"I don't suppose you'd like to join me instead?" She held up the two tickets she'd been given. "If you're alone, that is."

"I'd love to."

**********************

Ethan spent most of the ballet studying Sophie. There was something about her that seemed to give a sense of peace that he'd never experienced with anyone else. She was completely still, yet relaxed in her seat. Her eyes followed the movements on the stage while a slight smile graced her lips.

He then took in the rest of her. Sophie's dark chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders. The white dress she wore was flattering to her figure. His eyes drifted down to her hands loosely clasped in her lap.

She was, he noted, the exact opposite of Chris. He wondered if Tobias had done this on purpose. Unlike the very tall, pale skin, green eyed, red headed Scottish doctor he'd first fallen for, Sophie was of a more average height, caramel colored skin, topped off with a pair of dark brown eyes and hair.

She was striking in her beauty. He realized he hadn't really appreciated that fact the last couple of times he'd seen her. He suspected that getting over his former love had clouded his mind from taking in the lady beside him.

****************

Sophie could practically feel Ethan's eyes on her. It took all her strength to remain relaxed in her seat. She couldn't recall the last time a man had studied her so intently. Men hit on her, but no one actually looked at her the way he was doing right now.

She didn't know if it was those piercing blue eyes of his or the type of man he was, but her nerves were notched so high that if he remotely made a move toward her, she'd probably tackle him where he sat.

She thought he was handsome the night she met him. She found him almost cute dressed as a doctor. But something about him in his suit, sitting beside her in the dark, made him almost irresistible.

Veronica told her she needed to get out and date more. Maybe she was right. Sophie had not been with anyone for nearly a year in preparing for the move back to Boston. Most of the men who came into her bakery were already in a relationship. It was rare anyone single came in, much less asked to speak to her.

Since she spent most of her time in the back decorating and supervising, she never had a chance to flirt with any of the few male customers who came in for treats to take to their offices.

Maybe that was why Ethan's attention affected her so strongly. She'd been longing for a relationship and hadn't even known it.

******************

The lobby of the Boston Opera House...

"I was thinking about going to get something to eat." Sophie looked up at him. "Any chance you'd care to have a late dinner with me?"

Ethan hesitated.

Sophie immediately regretted asking him.

"I actually ate earlier." He glanced at his watch. "How--"

"No problem." She nervously tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Thanks for sitting with me."

Sophie began to walk away, waving goodbye to him.

"Wait!" He caught up to her. "I was about to ask if you'd rather come to my place for dinner. It's late and most of the restaurants that your dress is meant for will be closing."

"Oh." She couldn't help but smile. "I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"No trouble at all. I enjoy cooking on my nights off." He offered his arm to her. "How did you get here?"

"Taxi." She placed her hand within the bend of his arm.

"Good. Then I can drive you home later."

*****************

When Ethan pulled up to his apartment building, Sophie's jaw dropped.

"You live here?"

"Yes, why?" He asked.

"Because I live here!" She pointed at the building. "Twelfth floor. Apartment B."

"I'm on the seventeenth." He told her.

Ethan couldn't believe he'd been living in the same building as Sophie all this time yet had never crossed paths with her.

Or had he and he simply hadn't noticed?

"You won't have to worry about driving me home now." She teased.

He smiled at her. "I can still walk you to your door."

Sophie laughed while getting out. "I'd like that."

Once in the elevator, she turned towards him. "Would you mind if I stopped at my place first and changed clothes?"

"No."

"These shoes have to go." She told him.

Sophie grasped his arm to balance as she slipped the painful high heels off.

Ethan watched her with a touch of amusement as she scooped up the pair with a soft curse.

"I won't be long." She told him while stepping out on her floor, casting a warm smile at him over her shoulder.

"Seventeen B." He reminded her.

"I'll be there." She promised.

*****************

Ethan quickly undressed the moment he shut his door. Tossing the finely made suit jacket and pants into his closet, he next tackled his shirt and tie. He settled on a light blue t-shirt to wear along with a pair of blue jeans. While pulling his pants on, he stumbled cursing into his kitchen to see what ingredients he had on hand for Sophie.

Her knock a couple of minutes later made him steady himself. He paused a moment realizing that he was actually excited about the prospect of getting to know her a little better.

He opened the door to find her casually leaning against the door frame. She'd put on a t-shirt like he had along with a pair of jeans. Sophie held up a bottle of wine with a hesitant smile.

"I wasn't certain what we were going to have, but I can say this is an excellent pinot grigio."

Ethan took the bottle from her, his brow furrowing with what to cook.

"Uh oh." She teased. "Is my choice of wine that bad?"

He looked up at her. "Not at all. I was thinking of what I could pair with it."

"Honestly Ethan," Sophie set her keys on his side table, "I'm up for anything. A simple ham sandwich would be great right now."

He snorted as he led her into his kitchen.

"I think I can do a little better than a ham sandwich."

"Really?" She settled comfortably on one of his bar stools. "Well now I am curious to see your cooking skills in action."

"I doubt they compare to yours." He remarked over his shoulder.

He began to gather the ingredients to make Tuscan chicken.

"Anything's better than mine."

Ethan' eyebrows raised in disbelief. "Sophie, you own a bakery and develop recipes for it on a daily basis."

She waved that off as if it was no big deal.

"The thing is," she confessed, "I can make desserts in my sleep, but savory dishes are where I mess up."

"Are you saying that you--"

"Can't cook." She admitted with a grin. "It baffles everyone I meet. Give me sugar and flour and I'm good, great even. Hand me that chicken and tomatoes and spinach and I'm going to destroy them as soon as I put them into a pan."

Ethan shook his head with a laugh. "I'm the opposite."

"You can't make desserts?"

"Not even pancakes." He explained about the meals he used to cook for him and his father. "Dad would just bring home ice cream or a box of cookies for us to have with our meals. He insisted I never pick up a bag of sugar "

Sophie laughed, feeling more at ease around him.

As the two talked, Ethan went through the prep work with ease. He uncorked the bottle of wine then led her into his living room. The pair sat down somewhat close, angling their bodies toward each other as they continued to talk about their lives.

He discovered that the thirty-three year old was highly intelligent, not just in the culinary world but in other aspects such as business and even history. Her ability to use humor here and there with her stories only added even more to her ability to hold his attention.

After spending so much time at Edenbrook, Ethan had forgotten that people outside of medicine could be a nice change of pace. He also found that she could easily grasp what he was talking about as he described what he did on the diagnostic team. Her questions were well thought out and actually made him pause a time or two to consider the answers.

When dinner was ready, they sat at his table, lights dimmed as they continued learning about the other.

It was, he decided, one of the best meals he'd had in a long time.

"Ethan, that was amazing." Sophie declared.

"Thank you." He got up to take their empty plates.

"I insist on doing the dishes." She took them out of his grasp. "And to make you dessert in thanks for cooking for me."

"There's no need." He followed her to his sink. "Like I told you, it was nice to cook for someone other than myself."

"If you ever need to do so again," she winked at him, "I won't be opposed to you calling me."

"Don't be surprised to hear from me often." He smiled at her, reaching over to finish up the dishes. "Go relax. I know you've been on your feet all day."

Sophie shook her head. "I feel reenergized. I haven't had a home cooked meal since I moved back to Boston. I sponged off Hugh and Veronica's meals once a week in New York along with having a set of restaurants around town to deliver my favorite comfort foods."

Sophie went into his pantry. Her eyes darted here and there as she went through the ingredients he had on hand. After another peek into his fridge, she set out everything to make a quick batch of sugar cookies.

"I see you found the raspberries I picked up earlier today." He teased.

Sophie blinked then remembered their conversation in her bakery.

"I hope I inspired such a wise decision." She quipped.

"You did." He picked up one of the cartons she'd set out. "Want me to clean these for you?"

She nodded while measuring her dry ingredients.

Ethan watched fascinated as she went through everything without having to check a recipe. She moved with a precision he'd only seen in the operating theater at Edenbrook.

"These won't be as pretty as my cookies at work." She explained while dropping spoonfuls on a cookie sheet. "But they'll still taste just as good.

"And what are the raspberries for?" He asked.

"Frosting of course." She smiled at him. "And I'm going to teach you how to make it."

"I believe I told you that sugar and I don't get along in the kitchen." He got up and came around the counter.

"And yet you have powdered sugar in your pantry." She teased.

"That was a mistake." Ethan explained. "The grocery store was out of granulated sugar and for some reason the delivery person assumed powdered could be substituted in its place."

Sophie laughed over the disgruntled expression on his face.

"I bet your coffee hasn't been the same since."

"It hasn't." He grumbled, smiling as he looked at her. "You can take that powdered sugar with you. After tonight, I never want to see it again."

"You'll want it after this lesson." She nudged him with her elbow. "Just imagine the look on your father's face when you present him with a cake or cookie with your homemade frosting."

"That's assuming I can make it or even the pretend cake and cookie you added to this scenario."

"Shh!" She playfully scolded. "You're ruining my future triumph."

"If I learn this," Ethan countered, "then you'll have to let me teach you something next time."

Sophie lowered her head, fighting a huge smile. "Next time, hmm?"

"You'll be learning how to make one of the dishes that you consider your comfort food." He told her.

"And when would this lesson happen?" She prodded, pretending to direct her attention to his food processor.

"I'm off tomorrow." Ethan stepped a little closer to her. "Or if next week at this same time would be better for you..."

"Either works for me." She added some more raspberries to the food processor. "I have tomorrow off too since I'll be working Saturday."

Ethan's voice held a touch of heat when he moved even closer to her.

"Then tomorrow it is."

Sophie could feel her heart race as she looked up at him. Her eyes fluttered closed the moment his lips brushed hers in a soft, tender kiss.

She sank into him the moment the kiss deepened. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers drifting into his hair as he molded her to his body.

The oven's buzzer broke them apart.

"That was a devious way to get out of your cooking lesson." She teased once she removed the cookies from the oven. "I'll have to remember to use it tomorrow night."

Ethan chuckled, moving behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist, placing slow unhurried kisses along her neck.

"We should work on the frosting." She bit back a moan when his hands began to wander.

"Doesn't the butter need to be room temperature?" He muttered against her ear.

"You're right." She turned in his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss that left him moaning.

She ran her hands down the hard planes of his chest, a slight smile curving her lips.

"We have anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour to allow the butter time to reach room temperature."

"I think an hour would be best." He tugged her toward his couch. "Don't you?"

"I do." She gasped when he yanked her into his lap. "Maybe even longer."

********************

Two days later...

"What's this?" Tobias gestured to the plate of cookies.

"I did some cooking while off." Ethan told him.

Chris reached over to try one. She made a humming sound of delight.

"These are so good! I love raspberries."

Tobias reached for one. "I didn't know you baked, Ethan."

"I'm learning." He replied with a smirk.

Chris and Tobias shared a loaded glance.

"Is there someone giving you lessons?" Chris asked.

She couldn't help but be hopeful that a certain pastry chef was becoming a part of his life.

"There is." Ethan picked up the case files and smiled at the couple. "Expect a lot more treats like those these next few weeks."

#choices open heart #ethan ramsey x oc #Ethan x Sophie #tobias carrick x f!mc #tobias x chris #picture prompt #ask and replies #choices fic writers creations #open heart fanfics

[witchermonstermayhem]

Picture & Song Prompt 5

Song lyrics

And here are picture and song prompt no 5! Anything that inspires your writing or tickles your urge to draw or gif? In addition to the song's title you can use any of its lyrics for inspiration! Have fun!

Here is the link to this year's Ao3 collection (unrevealed) in case you'd like to post something there already before May. Or you can add this collection name to your work:

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The collection will be revealed on May 1st.

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#witcher monster mayhem 2024 #the witcher #the witcher novels #the witcher netflix #the witcher games #the witcher prompt event #picture prompt #writing prompt #song prompt #the witcher fanart #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher edits #witcher monsters #monsters and witchers #prompt event

[galladrabbles]

Dear Galladrabble Crew,

I'm very happy that I get to set the prompt this week. Not only because it's been a while for me, but also because this is our prompt no. 60! It's so crazy to me that we have reached this number!

I won't waste any more words on this prompt post. Literally. Because here it is:

Your prompt #60 is the photo above.

Hope you like it and find it inspiring.

Happy Drabbling everyone!

Vey / @look-i-love-u

xx

#galladrabbles #shameless #gallavich #mod post #prompt post #whoop it's my turn!! #happy dance #picture prompt #no60 #lookiloveyou

[astaldis]

@fluffbruary​

Chapters: 1/1   Words: 3,241 Fandom: The Witcher (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach/Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon, Nimue | Lady of the Lake (The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski) Additional Tags: Romance, cahiri, Kissing, Destiny, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alive Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff, Prophecy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluffbruary Series: Part 3 of C & C

Summary: Ciri pays Cahir a visit after he has recovered from the almost lethal injuries he sustained in his fight with Leo Bonhart at Styggy Castle. And she has a surprise for him.

Sequel to "As He Lay Dying."

#fluffbruary #infinite fluffbruary #fluffbruary: the expanded edition #the witcher #fic #cahiri #Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach #cirilla fiona elen riannon #Cirilla of Cintra #cahir #cahir x ciri #romance #kissing #the witcher novels #the witcher netflix #full moon #scars #fluffbruary 2024 #fluffbruary 2023 #picture prompt #January 14

[suzy-queued]

Galladrabbles 60

Vey @look-i-love-u gave us this week's @galladrabbles prompt of a colorful Chihuly glass image.

Previously on Maze of Terror ... Ian and Mickey escaped their prison. They found out what year it was. Mickey might need a moment to adjust ...

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So this is the twenty-first century.

Mickey sheds the quilt of emotions he’s wearing: panic, fear, shock, disbelief.

His heart finally slows. He’s left with what he can see and feel.

The modern world explodes with color. A kaleidoscope of neon lights. Clothing like crayon boxes.

“Who the hell paints cars that way? All green and purple and shit?”

Ian laughs. “Wait until you see downtown.”

“The future is hideous.”

But a yellow spotlight grazes Ian. A red tail light. The blues from a poster reflect onto Ian’s face.

Mickey sighs.

He can’t deny the truth. His future is beautiful.

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#galladrabbles #galladrabble #no60 #picture prompt #gallavich fan fiction #maze of terror

[rainbowfic]

Image Prompt #38

Source: https://publicdomainreview.org/essay/cliche-verre-and-friendship-in-19th-century-france/

#rainbowfic original #prompts #inspiration #modeling clay prompt #image prompt #picture prompt

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Behind Schedule 1/1

Behind Schedule

 "They're going to be late."

 Castle chuckles, pressing his lips to the crown of her head. "They're our kids, Beckett. What do you expect?"

 "That wasn't the deal, though," she protests. "We said we would meet in this square at three, and it's four minutes to three, and there's no sign of them."

 "Which gives them four minutes to get here on time," her husband says, ever the pragmatist. "Honey, this is just like being at home. We trust them all the time to get to and from places without us at home."

 She starts to argue, to tell him this isn't home, and they're in another country, but Castle's arm slides around her shoulders and tucks her into his chest.

 "They're teenagers, Kate. They've been studying the language for years, they know it better than I do, and you still let me wander around alone – ish – so just trust them to explore on their own and meet us here in," he pauses to check his watch, "three minutes, without a problem."

 Kate sighs. "Fine. Fine. I'll… relax."

 Her husband nods, brandishing the map. "And in the meantime, why don't we pick where we're going next?"

 She exhales, turning to the map and looking at the city.

 The children join them a few minutes late – more than three but fewer than ten – but they're laughing and in one piece, so she lets that one slide. This time.

#Fluffy Friday #Castle Fanfic #Castle Fanfiction #Caskett #Caskett Fanfic #My Fanfic #Picture Prompt #Post Series Fic

[inevitablemoment]

My Imagination Sees You Like A Painting (Cathlegon Drabble Series - Ch. 1)

Word Count: 296

Warnings: None

Fandom: Ghostbusters

Pairings: Egon Spengler x Original Female Character(s)

After rewatching Ghostbusters II last night, I found that my muse for this fandom has struck me again, so I thought I’d do these drabbles based off of some photos that I saved to my computer, telling the stories of these moments in time told by Egon Spengler’s camera in the universe where Cathleen (Callie’s mother in my headcanons) survives.

Enjoy!

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Hanukkah 1987

“Did you have a good night, Callie?” Cathleen asked her daughter as she sat down on the couch in her brother-in-law’s living room, wrapping an arm around her.

“Yeah!” Callie exclaimed, hugging one of her gifts, a plush Tasmanian Devil, tightly. “Did you like the cookies that I helped Bubbie make?”

“Yes, lovely-- though I think your daddy loved them more,” Cathleen remarked, looking to where Egon was working to put together his new camera.

“How early are we leaving tomorrow?” Callie asked.

“Well, we need to wake up around six-thirty...” Cathleen began to run through the plan in her head. “Pack up some of the stuff on my last-minute list, make breakfast... and we should be on our way home by eight.”

“Okay,” Callie nodded, beginning to yawn.

Cathleen smiled. “And getting up early means that you should be getting to bed right about now.”

“Mommy,” Callie began to protest, even as she yawned again.

“Callie, sweetie, like I said, we’re getting up at six-thirty,” Cathleen told her gently, barely finishing her sentence before she began yawning as well. “I’m getting tired, too. So, bath, teeth, story, and bed.”

“Wait a minute!”

The abrupt change in demeanor from her husband was enough to wake Cathleen up as Egon rushed towards them, the camera in his hands.

“I finally have this set up, and I want to try it out,” he explained. “This’ll just be a quick shot.”

Cathleen nodded. “Sure.”

She leaned down towards Callie. “Smile for Daddy, sweetie.”

Callie into her mother, ducking her head and smiling in a coquettish way, reminding Cathleen of a picture that she had seen of Princess Diana. Cathleen gave a similar, close-lipped smile, though that was more to keep herself from laughing than anything else.

CLICK!

#Ghostbusters #Ghostbusters Fic #Cathleen Spengler #Cathleen Paige #Cathleen Paige Spengler #Egon Spengler #Callie Spengler #Cathlegon #OC: Cathleen Paige Spengler #Egon x Cathleen #Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige #I Want To Know Your Story #Cathleen Lives AU #My Imagination Sees You Like A Painting #Drabble #Drabble Series #OC: As Long As You're By My Side #Picture Prompt #Photo Prompt

[draganwhorror]

Happy writing. Heh. *nodnod*

**This prompt contains gore and some graphic violence. Please proceed with caution**

I Want to Hold Your Hand Two dark pools filled with wicked promises was the first thing she saw when she came to. She was sitting in a chair, tied and gagged and feeling a bit disoriented. The strange man who had pulled her over earlier stood before her covered in blood. As her eyes started to adjust, she realized she was in a dimly lit room, and there was a dead body on the floor off to her left, lying in a pool of blood. A scream began to form in her throat, but before she could release it, however muffled it may have been due to the gag, the man dressed in a sheriff's uniform shushed her. "No screaming, pet," he said, his voice low. "Now's not the time for that. Not yet..." She could feel herself starting to panic as she struggled against the bonds that held her to the chair. The sheriff, if he even was a real cop, gazed at her for a moment, his teeth flashing in a subtle grin that hinted at something foreboding. He looked pensive, as though trying to decide what he was going to do with her. She swallowed thickly, her heart racing in her chest. Her eyes continued to dart around the room, but her only way out, if she could even manage to get free of her bonds, was blocked by the towering man in front of her. "Now, now, pet," he murmured, stepping closer. "You don't need to struggle. I promise you'll be released soon enough." The man reached out to stroke her cheek, leaving a smear of blood on her face. She jerked back, almost tipping the chair in the process. The man grabbed her and settled her back in place, then turned on his heel and left the room. He returned a moment later with his hands behind his back, an almost feral grin on his face now. "Time to play, pet." She stared up at him with fear in her eyes as he brought his hands out from behind his back. In them, he held what look like some type of saw. Her breath caught in her throat, and she began to hyperventilate. The man moved to her side and placed the blade of the saw just above where her wrist was bound to the chair. His eyes lit up with sick pleasure as he began to move the blade back and forth, cutting into her skin. Blood began to spurt, and her muffled screams filled the air. "Music to my ears," the man muttered as he continued to put more pressure on the saw. "That's it, pet. Scream for me. I love to hear it." Her vision began to tunnel as she struggled to suck in air through her nose. The pain was overwhelming, and she knew she was going into shock. It was then her mind brought forth a memory, something she had seen on the news a few days prior. There had been reports of a serial killer on the loose. Someone who had been going around cutting off the hands and feet of his victims before slitting their throats and leaving their bodies dumped in the woods. The last two victims had been a young, twenty-something blonde woman and her boyfriend. She realized now that she was about to be the next victim.

"There we are," the sheriff said. "One down, three more to go..."

He picked up her severed hand and brought it to his lips. He moaned softly as he sucked one of the fingers into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed. A look of ecstasy crossed his face before he slipped the digit from his lips and set the hand aside.

As he moved around to her other side, preparing to slice into her other wrist, she jerked herself backwards with as much force as she could, tipping the chair to the floor.

The sheriff wasn't fast enough to catch her, and her head slammed against the hard wood. A growl came from above, and then she was being lifted into the air. She could feel his hot breath against her ear as he righted her, and he sounded almost disappointed as he whispered, "I didn't want to have to do this yet, but you've left me no choice."

The sheriff set the saw down and disappeared again, returning this time with a small scalpel. He tsked as he held it to her throat. With sudden force, he stabbed the blade into her skin and ran the blade across her throat from ear to ear. As the blood began to spray, covering his face, the last thing she heard before she lost consciousness was, "I only wanted to hold your hand."

#my writing #picture prompt #ficlet #horror #cw: gore #cw: death #cw: blood #cw: graphic violence #uncanny8ellen #serial killer travis hackett #I'm sorry!

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

seven! <33

Send me a number!

"H, c'mon..." Y/N giggled as he once again ignored her. She was just trying to take a picture, they were on vacation with their other friends and he was being a grump. Y/N rolled her eyes as she fully turned her body towards him as he stayed in the same position, glancing down at the book beneath him, she was positive he wasn't even reading and she gave up and put the camera back in her bag.

He was being grumpy because Y/N had gone out with some guy she'd met at the club for brunch with him, his sister, and their friends. The guys’d name was Caleb, they were Americans and Y/N had helped the guy's sister out with some rather persistent drunk guys at the bar they were at the night before. Seeing the way she had jumped up to fend for his sister was really sweet and after that he had bought her a drink and invited her to hang out with them the next morning as a thank you. She didn't see anything wrong with it but Harry had. He had to hold back from pleading her not to go, but he didn’t because really, he had no claim over Y/N. They were friends who hooked up semi-regularly, but the threat of losing her to someone else, well quite frankly, it made his blood boil. How could she not see that? He's certain that she'd get jealous if he went out with someone else.

Y/N sat there in silence as he "read" for about another ten minutes, just looking through her phone.

"Harry." she said more softly and he still didn't respond and after that she decided she'd had enough of trying to get him to just acknowledge her. She let out a soft sigh and put her phone in her tote before standing up, trying to be as stoic as possible. She wasn't going to let his shitty mood ruin her day. She stripped off the t-shirt he had let her borrow as a cover up and dropped it on the chaise she had been sitting on. This made Harry sneak a glance as she swept her hair up into a clip. She's so fucking beautiful it makes his heart flutter.

"Where are you going?" he asked extremely low and she wanted to be snippy with him but she decided against it.

"Around. Gonna go make friends or something." she hummed and walked away. Harry felt his chest tighten as she left without so much as a glance back. Why was he like this? Why was he wasting such precious time with her just to be a grumpy little bitch? He was certainly in the wrong and he knew it. Despite this he didn't swallow his pride down and go after her. Instead he just sat around some more until one of their friends, Allison, returned.

"Hey, H. You feeling alright?" Allison asked him and he hummed.

"Just tired. Where's Johnny… and Y/N?"

"Johnny's at the bar and Y/N actually ran into the people from the bar last night? They’re hanging out, apparently they’ve been staying here too." She explained.

"Mmmm." he mumbled before looking down at his book again.

"You know, jealousy's not a good look on you, H."

"What are you talking about?" he quite nearly scoffed and Allison grinned.

"You're acting like a baby, H. You can't be angry over Y/N having a life outside of your hook ups, specially if you’re the one insisting on keeping it casual." he didn't answer and she sighed, "You know it wasn't like that with Caleb. He really did just want to thank her for helping out his sister."

"Ok?" Harry huffed out and Allison groaned audibly at his obstinance and trudged off. Little did he know that the one person she had gone off to rant to was none other than Y/N.

Y/N was so amazing at talking people down from the ledge (except herself, there's always a cruel irony to life). She helped Allison get over her irritation with Harry's bad attitude and get back to her day. Y/N encouraged her to go have a shot with Johnny, which Allison easily agreed to and made her way through the resort pool to find her friend and Y/N slowly made her way back to the chaises they had all started out at. Harry had been laying out for quite a while now and he had a nice tan going as he leant his elbow against one of the little tables off to the sides, still laser focused on the book he had brought with him. Nearly just in the same position as she had left him nearly a half an hour before.

"You're quite committed. I'll give you that." Y/N chuckled as she approached and went straight for her tote bag when he said nothing and spoke up again, "If you wanted any of us to believe you were actually reading you'd think to at least flip the fucking page." she teased as she sat down grabbing her camera again and bringing it up to her eye, "H." she called for him again.

"What?!" he responded in irritation and turned towards her. He brought his hand up to block the sun from his eyes as his lips formed a childish pout and she snapped a picture quickly and smiled as she looked down to the screen to see the image of Harry in the middle of a full on strop. He groaned and turned back to his book as she put the camera away again with a giggle.

"Why are you being grumpy, H? What’s this about, huh?" she asked softly and he ignored her yet again. He was being such a child, "Fine, whatever… you win.” She said in exasperation, “Look, you have every right to feel whatever it is you're feeling and to see it through but you're on vacation with your friends and you're ruining everyone's day with your shitty attitude, OK? So either grow up or go back to the room because you're literally putting a downer on all of us." she expressed more sternly before shooting up from her seat, getting ready to head to the bar herself.

"Wait, m'sorry." he spoke up right before she walked off and she tuned back around and he sat up properly to face her. Just uttering the words felt like he was chewing on gravel, but he was in the wrong. She looked like she’d had quite enough of him.

“OK, s’fine just stop being a dick.” She said quietly and turned back around to leave him alone.

“I was just…jealous…” he explained and she turned around with a frown, “You went out with that guy for brunch and I didn’t want you to go.” He said and she shook her head.

“It was nothing, H. You know that!” She defended herself. “Look, I’m sorry it made you jealous, but you don’t have anything to worry about in that regard. I…I know that you’re not interested in a relationship or being exclusively with a single person, whatever you want to call it, but I’m not in the same boat as you. I’m not seeing anybody other than you in that capacity, OK? So if you want this, us, whatever you say this is, to continue then you need to abide by your own rules and cool the fuck down, OK?” She asked him and he finally looked into her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to make of the way he was looking at her but she held firm to the calm expression she wore.

“OK.” He responded quietly and she nodded.

“We’re good?” She asked and he nodded and she smiled softly at him and he mirrored her now more relaxed expression. “Do you want to come to bar with me?”

“Yeah.” He mumbled as he stood and stretched for a moment. “Can I get a kiss?” He mumbled lowly as he came up to her and she rolled her eyes.

“No.” She said turning around to lead the way and he hurried behind her. Wrapping his warm and strong arms around her waist as he walked along with her.

“Y/N…” he whined and she grinned.

“I mean, you are quite cute when you’re all pouty like tha’ but I don’t want to reinforce this behavior.” She explained, “So you can wait.” She hummed and he groaned.

“Baby…”

“Not your baby.” She sang and he huffed.

“And if I want you to be?” He asked more quietly and she quite literally felt her heart stop and her stomach swarm with butterflies.

“Then that’s something you can talk to me about later when I’m positive that you’re not just being a manipulative little shit.” She answered quite wisely.

“Fine. I will.” He responded and she smiled to herself as he settled for planting a kiss on the side of her head.

God, she hoped that he was being serious because she liked him far more than she ought to and her heart had just about melted when he called her baby.

#writing #0nlythrowharrybeaux #picture prompt #picture prompt challenge #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles

[keepingloveagainkw]

They’re looking at each other;

Next to the window, mulled wine in their hands to warm up;

The mistletoe is hanging in between, casting the shadow of a knowing move and their breaths are catching;

Looking for just an excuse to lean into a kiss;

One cannot stop looking at the other’s lips and tortures his own with a nibble – language of seduction;

Their breaks are still hinged, too tight, and it’s painful;

Everything they wish for is to break the curse around years of longing, cast a spell, get accustomed to each other’s bodies, map them through their kisses;

Midnight comes, among the starry sky;

Fireworks explode in the background, everyone at the party is loud and happy;

But them;

One more glance, shyness gone, slender fingers reach out for a single touch;

It burns;

Ryeowook looks into Kyuhyun’s eyes, looking for a glint of doubt, yet he finds none;

The loud noise is just a distant echo, muffled by their erratic heartbeats;

Thump, thump, thump,

Breaths are now mingling, steaming over luscious lips, the homey scent of the petite man’s cardigan is alluring, delicious…

Like the lips that he finally – without restraints – is devouring.

“Merry Christmas,” Kyuhyun shyly whispers, as Ryeowook sits still in his best friend’s arms that night. His forehead is softly brushing against the man’s in what looks like a final understanding, their sacred connection elevating to something else. Intimacy.

“Merry Christmas,” Ryeowook smiles back, free of the one constraint that has forced him not to make a move for several years now.

Complice of the change, the night envelopes them in a friendly way, as they are holding hands in front of the window, star-gazing for an answer in their messy, yet mutual feelings. No regrets allowed.

#kyuwook #ryeowook #kyuhyun #super junior #fluff #angst #light angst #Christmas #picture prompt #comeback #road to celebration #celebration #11th album #december #a little something #because i am delusional #best friend #friends to lovers

[witchermonstermayhem]

Picture & Song Prompt 4

Time for picture and song prompt 4, here they are!

You can either use the song's title or any part of the lyrics as a prompt.

Here is the link to this year's Ao3 collection (unrevealed) in case you'd like to post something there already before May. Or you can add this collection name to your work:

WitcherMonsterMAYhem2024

The collection will be revealed on May 1st.

(Please let me know if you encounter any problems with posting to the collection.)

You can also find the rules and an FAQ there. If you still have any questions, please feel free to drop me an ask!

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