#fanfact

[darrenpeace]

Did you know that…

A cooling system was mounted into Kust Russell’s costume (a closed system of tubes cold water were circulating through). Kelly Preston’s costume was so tight that the cooling system just didn’t fit.

Sources: photo; funfact (Кинопоиск)

[nightki11er]

Chucky, with a height of 195 centimeters, jumps 275 centimeters in length.

[rayon-the-great]

Kill Me Now, My Love

Red

Ironically, most of this chapter is written in Blue's pov. Oh and Blue can see sorta but it's a bit blurry.

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I was chasing a trespasser, or whatever the hell these were. Red called them that. And, despite all the hate toward him, he was the only one who knew stuff.

I turned the corner, but the trespasser had already disappeared.

"Sh1t. Stupid eyesight." I mumbled.

One day I had both of my eyes working. Then I tripped, (sure buddy) and no more eye! I don't know how I tripped, I think it has something to do with Red. He acts guilty around, like he tripped me, and regrets it.

I ain't buying it. JUST HATE US, WE KNOW YOU DO!

 I was jolted out of my thoughts by Orange, who came to say that Yellow had killed the last one. I sighed in relief. Trespassers can be such a handful.

I turned to thank Orange, but he was already gone. Probably hungry. If he's hungry he is best left alone; He tends to get hangry. 

I go to find an ice pack. Whenever there are no trespassers, I put an ice pack to my eye so it would hurt less.

I was heading to the infirmary when I heard quiet sobbing coming from a room. It was muffet, but you could tell the person who was crying was really sad. 

The sound led me to Red's room behind my castle. 

What has Red done to them? Who is even in there? If it's Green I will find Red and murder him. Or just knock him out. I-I mean if it's anyone-

My thoughts were interrupted by a scene I didn't think I would see. 

Red was sitting there hugging his knees, with his back to the door, sobbing. I froze, surprised.

"Red?" I asked softly, scared.

I didn't get an answer, and came to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep. I had no idea what to do, as we have never seen Red in this state. Should I help him? He was rude to you. That was long ago. And he is the reason I can see at all.

I decided not to do anything, but tell the others. Quietly, I closed the door, and went to find the others.

----------------Red POV----------------------

Slowly, I gained consciousness. I heard voices, whispering about me, and a softer one, telling me not to fret and pretend to be asleep. That everything was fine. That he was back.

That one was the voice. 

But, I was not fully awake, and didn't recognize it. Believed it. Let it lull me back to sleep.

----------------Blue POV--------------------

I told the others what happened, and they wanted to see for themselves. When the others saw (In Green's case got described), this was what they thought:

O: "Idk what to do."

P: "Leave him."

B: "I never thought I would defend Red, but we shouldn't leave him. I found him sobbing." (Red had stopped by then)

P: "He locked me in the vents, and I'm still trapped in here!"

O:"We all know you wouldn't come out if you could, you think-"

P:"Why you little annoying-"

Y: "Idk about all yall but Red was never rude to me or cyan. He just seemed really busy, and distracted."

C:"I confirm."

B: "Ok, how about you Green?"

G: "...I say we move him." 

After that we agreed on moving him. I brought him to the infirmary, and put him on the bed.

"I hope he doesn't mind..." I say.

"Who cares?" Purple's voice echoed from the vent. (Why you little -----------! Don't hate on Red!(Yes I simp for Red))

I turned and left, taking an ice pack with me. But noooo. Then a group of trespassers entered. Uhhggg. I put the pack down and started to walk around hoping to find some players. I got two, and was chasing the third one when they turned the corner and bumped into Green. 

Snap! Blood splatters us.

Then Green turned to me and started toward me. "W-Wait! Can't you tell I'm not a trespasser?"

"Sorry. I can't really tell, and you stopped running then." Green apologized, and I thought I saw him blush as I turned and walked away. I sometimes wish he was always by me, and his voice is- Why am I thinking this? We are just friends, and nobody here is more than that except maybe Red and the other guy. They were always doing everything together before the other one left.

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Now do you know who the other one is?

[leviismybby]

People do realize that smut writers can love a character and not sexualize them for everything? You do realize that we are able to keep our fantasies out of canon character dissucions and when we watch or read the media we write for? Say this and then turn around and go "that character is clearly a traumatized virgin" is literally doing the same thing we are, headcanoning lmao.

Congratulations, you still don't love a character "more" than us just because you never imagined fucking them.

[glitterforashes]

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 ; 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

>>> sally fisher and larry johnson as per usual, fluff, comfort for sal, usual tomfooleries for larry, lake hc’s. enjoy!

𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 —

doesn’t like to swim, just sits on the shore

will get in to about waist length if you ask nicely

hates being splashed. will immediately get back out

brings his gameboy in case he gets bored

usually only goes with you, larry, ash and todd. wont go alone or one on one with anyone.

doesn’t wear just swim trunks, wears a tshirt over them

refuses to get his hair wet like a little girl

burns. so bad. needs to be absolutely slathered in sunscreen to not go up in flames

“sally, get in the water! it’s so waaarm!” you whined at him, wading through the lake that was surprisingly clear. even if you went deep, you could still see your toes beneath the water. “no, i’m good.” he called back to you, face hidden behind his beloved gameboy. you, todd and ash all stood about waist length in the water, just wading around and talking. sally refused to get in, and larry had run back to ash’s car to get the cooler. something was clearly wrong with sally. usually he’d get in, even if it was only to his ankles. with a pout on your lips, you slicked your hair back and climbed out of the water, set on finding out what was bothering your beloved boy. you plopped down on the rickety lawn chair next to him, crossing one leg over the other and facing your body towards him, giving him your utmost attention. “what’s the matter, sal?” you asked softly, gently running your fingers against his pale arm. “nothing. just don’t feel like swimming today.” he mumbled, keeping focus solely on the game. you looked at him, studying his face. “sal, i know there’s something wrong. what’s bugging you?” his shoulders slumped as he sighed, lowering the game boy. he looked over at you, vulnerability in his eyes. “are you interested in todd?” he asked, searching your face. your eyes widened. “what? no. where did that come from?” “just.. you two have been spending a lot of time together. it’s okay if you don’t want to be with me anymore.” your shoulders slumped and you reached out, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from his face. “no, sally. you’re the only one i want. besides.. i’m pretty sure todd swings the other way, if you know what i mean.” sal chuckled a bit, seeming to loosen up. “yeah. okay. sorry, (y/n).” you shook your head and leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss against the cheek of his mask. “nothing to be sorry for, sally-wally.” your laugh echoed across the lake as he physically cringed, you could practically see his face through the mask. “please. never call me that again.” “okay, sally wally pooh.”

𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 —

wears big goofy goggles and swims down to the deep parts of the lake to find cool rocks for you.

religiously wears a goofy pair of duck print swim shorts.

ties his hair up in a bun, you love it.

REFUSES to wear sunscreen, always gets sunburnt. turns tan the next day, but complains about the sunburn until then.

likes it when you make sandwiches for him and bring them to the lake. tears them up. absolutely devours them.

sleeps on the ride back home.

likes going to the lake one on one with you, but will also go with the others.

likes to use water guns when the others are around.

“larry, please just put sunscreen on your shoulders if anything.” “no, (y/n)! sunscreen is for losers.” you hovered over him as he tugged goggles onto his face, heavily insistent on burning to a crisp. “sunscreen is not for losers, it’s for people who don’t want to get melanoma and look like a raisin by the age of twenty.” he huffed and spread his arms out finally, doing a little turn so you could coat all the visible parts of his body in sunscreen. luckily, it was the spray on kind, so his complaining was minimal. after that dramatic scene, you two were splashing about, scaring every fish within a ten mile radius. “larry! stop it, you’re getting water up my nose!” you screeched, coughing up and blowing out water from basically ever sinus you possibly could. he laughed as he bombarded you with comically large splashes, absolutely drenching your face and hair in the span of four seconds. that went on until you got close enough to grab a handful of his hair and shove his head under the water, effectively stopping his attacks and almost drowning him. you two went home soggy, tired, and hungry, collapsing onto his bed. lisa found you both hours later and snapped a picture. now, hanging on larry’s fridge is a candid shot of you and him, sprawled out across the bed, sheets wet, tangled in each others limbs. larry has his head at the foot of the bed and one of his legs hanging off the side, while you have your head resting against his abdomen and your legs propped up against the wall. however, the part lisa liked the most was the fact despite being asleep, you two had managed to find each others hands and interlock pinkies.

[bibliophiliaxvignette]

Helloooo! Finally posting another chapter in this baby. It is basically just smut. A dash of fluff. You're welcome. Good to be back!

Snippet below the cut

Read on AO3 Read from the beginning

“What trouble are you getting yourself into, Berdara?” 

Gwyn gasps and yanks her hand away, caught. Azriel’s voice is gravely and his smirk soft with sleep. 

She bites her lip in response. “Just exploring.”

“Yeah? Like what you’re finding?” 

She nods, heat suffusing her cheeks and throat. 

“I’m yours to explore,” he says softly.

[multifandomworldsposts]

Day 2 of Kinkmas: Hickeys From Hangman

Kinkmas Masterlist

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x fem!reader

Warning: hickeys, touching, unprotected sex, eating out,

Y/N’s POV

Jake is a sex crave addict, he distracts me from doing anything like my college homework, he would nibble my ear including kissing my neck. But one night, we’re watching a movie but this time he was in a touchy mood and he giving me a bunch of hickeys.

“You wanna watch Caddyshack?” I ask.

“Sure Y/N/N.” He smirks.

I already know what he wants to do.

“Are you going to do something to me Jake?” I get comfortable in my spot and looking at him.

“I’m not Y/N.” He says.

I give him a look, I know he’s lying.

“I know you’re lying Jake.” I look at him in the eye.

“I’m not lying Y/N, I promise I won’t do anything to you, no touching, no kissing, and no love bites, I swear to god I won’t Y/N.” He looks in my eyes.

“Don’t break this promise Jake, please?” I reach out with my pinky out.

“I won’t break it, I swear Y/N/N.” He pinky swears me.

This is not going to end well…

DURING THE MOVIE

While watching the movie, I kinda felt Jake’s hand on my thigh, but I ignore him. I laugh at a scene that’s playing on the screen but I feel Jake touching me again, he fucking broke the promise.

“Jake, you promised.” I say still staring at the screen.

“You know you want me.” He whispers in my ear.

I keep on staring at the TV, until I feel him kissing my neck. Fuck it. I can’t take it anymore so I allow him to do anything to my body. Jake attacks my neck with hickeys, I lay down on our couch and he lays on me and continues to kiss me. I lay on my back and then Jake tries to take my clothes off, I take the clothing off, he takes his off as well. Jake begins to go in and out of me which made me moan.

“Oh yes! Ah!” I moan.

He gets a little rougher with me, I give him scratches on his back. I can hear him groaning by the way I tug on his hair while he kisses the valley of my breasts. He stops kissing me and pulls out of me, I whimper, but he goes down to my cunt and eats me out. I arch my back and gasp.

‘God he good’. I thought.

He makes my left leg go on his right shoulder and gives me hickeys on my inner thighs. I gasp and moan at the same time.

“I need you back inside me Jake. Fuck!” I moan out.

“Ask me nicely baby.” He says but still continues to eat me out.

“Fine. Mm. Hangman, fuck me, I want you inside of me, I’ll be a good girl for daddy.” I say in a way he’s never heard before.

He stops eating me out, puts my leg back on the couch and comes back up to face me.

“That’s more like it princess.” He smirks.

He begins to fuck me again, I scream with pleasure and I wrap my legs around his waist and kisses him on the lips. We were a moaning mess and we could do this all night long if we had to.

10 MINUTES LATER

We lay on the floor, Jake laying on my body looking tired, I look at the TV watching a different movie. I can feel Jake breathing on my chest.

I already can tell he wants to do this all the time.

[dangraccoon]

anyone else having a problem with some kind of AI/bot situation with their AO3 comment sections?

like I'm not a very big creator so I don't get a lot of comments, so getting these over the past couple weeks has been disappointing :/

I looked into this one a lot and nothing seems particularly credible

Between the lack of punctuation and "I've been keeping up with your story for a while" on the one-shot this was commented on...

And then this one that I just got is just... a summary?? like some people comment and mention certain parts but this feels weirdly clinical?

[ghouly-boiiiii]

A Light in the Dark 🕯️

Chapter 1: Throwing Stones

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

Summary: Takes place directly after the end of Season 1. As they begin their journey, Lucy is understandably very angry and fearful towards the Ghoul. She hates him, and is only joining him because she wants answers. He, however, is harboring secret feelings for Lucy ever since she saved his life. Having not been with anyone since Barb, and believing she would never feel the same, the bounty hunter has to deal with these feelings on his own. Little does he know, Lucy finds herself having inexplicable feelings for him as well, and struggling to make sense of them.

Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Angst, Enemies to Lovers, Casual Sex Lucy and No Wait Let Me Court You Cooper, Cooper is touch-starved and rusty in bed, He's also self-conscious about his body, Ghoul channels old romantic Cooper, Lucy is confused by strange surface dweller mating customs, She helps him discover his old self, He helps her discover her true self, Did I mention there would be angst

Rating: Mature - Word Count: 1,742

SPOILER WARNING: Contains all the spoilers. No trigger warnings except eventual sexy time with a zombie man and lots of angst.

In this chapter...

To her horror, the rock shot straight forward and bounced off the back of The Ghoul’s head.

She threw her hands up in front of her. “I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to hit you! Please, don’t…”

“Don’t worry…” To her surprise, his voice was gentle and unthreatening. “I ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hurt cha’… But…” The Ghoul kneeled down and picked up a rock, then looked up at her and threw it in her direction.

She watched as fell to the ground at her feet.

“Huh… I missed.” He shrugged with an odd smile, then turned back around and kept walking.

Authors Note: This fic starts out somewhat similar to my other fic, My Name Is Cooper, because it starts directly after the end of the season. They have similar conversations at first, but the tone is much different and the story goes in a completely different direction. This one is more serious (still with some humor though, of course), and is probably going to be longer. I really wanted to do a more realistic, slow burn romance. I know there's a ton out there already, but I wanted to do my own version because idk, reasons I guess lol. But I really wanted to dive deep into how these two navigate their relationship and the very complicated feelings they might have for each other. This is what you might call another free-writing project, so I don't know *exactly* where it's gonna go, but I will do my best to make sure it has a decent ending when the time comes! Inspired by the cool peeps on Discord and touch-starved Cooper headcanons lol.

Lucy felt the cool night air fill her lungs as she took a deep breath and tried to still her mind. It was silent. Nothing but the soft crunch of leaves and dirt under their feet, and perhaps the occasional frog or cricket.

The vault dweller looked out at the distance before them. A fog rose up from the earth, illuminated by the faint glow of a thousand lights that mirrored the stars above. She was in awe, even thinking that it was beautiful. But it was only a distraction from all the pain and confusion she felt.

Her whole world had turned upside down. Nothing was as she believed it was. Nothing was as it seemed. Everything she thought she knew had crumbled into dust within a matter of minutes. She was numb. Overwhelmed. Everything felt surreal. And now she found herself once again alone… with him. 

As Lucy stared ahead at his silhouette in the darkness, she felt nothing but disdain. The young vault dweller was taught to forgive and forget. But she was fairly certain the people who taught her that were never fed to a giant salamander or tied up by their neck and dragged around a desert or sold for organs. How could she possibly forgive, let alone forget, such horrible things that were done to her?

She couldn’t. But she had to stuff down her feelings and let it go… for now. 

“So… where are we going?” Lucy finally asked. They must have been walking for at least thirty minutes at this point. And he hadn’t looked back even once, only reacting to the dog when she came up to him, and even then with barely more than a glance. Lucy wasn’t even sure if he knew she was still following him anymore.

The Ghoul didn’t answer right away. He waited a moment, before he took a breath and said, “Can’t say for sure yet… but looks like yo’ daddy might be headed for New Vegas.”

“...That’s a town?” 

“Big town.” 

“Okay…” Lucy took a deep breath. The conversation seemed to be going… okay so far. “So…  what’s in this town? Why do you think he’d want to go there?”

The Ghoul didn’t answer.

The vault dweller swallowed hard. She wanted to push, but she knew she had to be cautious. “How do you know my father? Are you going to tell me?”

The bounty hunter seemed to be ignoring her.

She huffed. He was so rude. So rude and inconsiderate and unaccommodating, it sickened her. Maybe if she started with something simpler… “Okay, so… do you got like a… name or something?”

Again, nothing.

Lucy frowned, her tone getting exasperated. “I’m just… wondering what I should call you… You really not gonna answer that either?”

“I don’t give a good goddamn what you call me.” He snapped, sounding a bit angry.

Lucy fell silent and her throat got tight, a bit of fear rising in her. She truly didn’t know what kind of madness compelled her to follow this man, after everything he did to her. She was hypervigilant about his every movement. Knowing that at any moment, he could turn around and try to do... something to her. 

With her hand on her pistol, she kept her distance. This one, armed with actual bullets. She wasn’t sure if it would do much, but it was something. 

Truly, every fiber of her being told her to get as far away from this… creature as she humanly could, but…

He had answers. And so did whoever they were going to find. She needed those answers. There was no question about it. Sure, she could just turn around and go home. Go back to her life in the Vault with Norm and Chet and Stephanie and everyone else. But she would never be able to live with herself. Those questions would never stop haunting her. She would never stop feeling compelled to seek the truth. Lucy knew this about herself, and her body acted almost automatically as she took one step in front of the other behind those of this two-hundred year old cowboy. 

“Look… you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. Obviously, we’re not friends. But if we’re going to be working together… we need to at least communicate effectively...”

The Ghoul was silent for a moment, then finally responded, “Well, then… I got a question for you , Vaulty.”

“...Okay?”

“What happened to the doctor?”

“...The doctor?”

“Yeah. How’d he end up with no head?” This time, he did turn his head slightly, although not enough to see her. “...Who cut it off?”

"Uhh... Well, uh... I-I did..." Lucy's eyes fell to the ground.

"You did?" The bounty hunter said in surprise.

“Uhh… well…” She swallowed hard, as she remembered the task. She’ll never forget having to cut off someone’s head for the first time… and, well… hopefully, the last. “He asked me to.”

“He asked you to cut off his head?” This time, he did look back at her, peering over his shoulder questioningly with a raised brow.

“Yes… he… he took cyanide and told me… He told me it would be easier… if I just… brought his head…” 

The Ghoul turned to face ahead of him, then just said, “Huh…”

There was silence for a moment, before he asked another question. “What about the Super Duper Mart? What'd you do in'ere?”

Lucy blinked, then narrowed her eyes at him, flustered by the fact that he would ask that, considering he put her in that situation. “...Why do you wanna know?”

“Curious, I guess.” The Ghoul said simply. "It's just kinda funny... what with all that 'Golden Rule' talk, how many people seem ta' end up dead 'round you."

“It was an accident!" The vault dweller quickly retorted. “I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt... I just…" She paused and looked down at the ground somberly, remembering Martha. "They... they were holding all those people captive… I... I couldn’t just leave them there…”

“You mean those ghouls?”

“They’re people. Maybe they have a condition, but they’re still people..." She snapped, then added under her breath. "Unlike you...” 

Dangit. That was not a good thing to say. Lucy bit her tongue, hoping he didn't hear.

She swallowed hard and tried to play it off. “But I did have to kill some of them. So, you know…” She said, trying to sound confident in her ghoul-killing skills. "I'd, uh... watch out... if I were you."

"Heh. Well, good for you, Vaulty." He snickered. “…Anyways, how did you get the–”

“Now! Now, hold on!” Lucy said, holding up a bluish-grey finger. “If you get to ask me things, I get to ask you things.” She lifted her head a bit higher. “A question for a question. That’s only fair.”

The Ghoul peered over his shoulder at her again for a moment as he continued to walk, then turned back. “Alright.”

“Yeah… so…” She looked down at the ground and exhaled, then back up with determination in her eyes. “So I get to ask you—”

“Two questions.”

“Five.” 

“Five?” 

“That’s right. You technically asked me five questions. Actually, six.”

“Well, that don’t sound quite fair to me, Vaulty.” He said with a smirk. “I asked you two questions. The rest were for clarification. They don’t count.” 

She huffed in dismay. It was worth a try, she thought.

He chuckled. “Tell you what. You can ask me however many questions you want. But I get to pick which ones I answer.”

“No! That’s not fair! I answered the questions you asked me, now you’re gonna answer mine.”

“Well, you didn’t have to answer my questions. That was your choice.”

“What!? I–” She huffed, unsure how to counter that.

“Alright… question for a question.” The bounty hunter said, raising his voice, and two fingers.  "You got two. Have at it, sweetheart.”

The vault dweller jumped, then quickly ran up closer, but still stayed a few feet behind him. Out of arms reach. “...Name?”

“Pass.”

“How do you know my dad?”

“Hard pass.”

She huffed. “This isn’t fair.”

“And what is, darlin'?” He scoffed, holding his arm out beside him. “What in God’s Green Earth made you think that anything in the wasteland is ever fucking fair? It’s every man for himself out here, sweetheart. Thought you might’ve figured that out by now.”

Lucy growled, and as she momentarily lost her cool, she kicked a rock in front of her. To her horror, it shot straight forward and bounced off the back of The Ghoul’s head.

He froze, and she took a sharp gasp. Oh, no… now she’d done it.

As she watched The Ghoul slowly turn around to face her, she threw her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry!” She said in a panic. “I-I didn’t mean to hit you! Please, don’t…”

The old bounty hunter stood there and just stared at her a moment. “Don’t worry…” His face was in shadow, but she could see the gleam in his eyes. To her surprise, his voice was gentle and unthreatening. “I ain’t gonna do nothin’ to hurt cha’…” 

Lucy rose her head and lowered her arms a little, relaxing somewhat.

“But…” The Ghoul kneeled down and picked up a rock from the ground. He tossed it in his hand once, then stood, looked up at her, and threw it in her direction.

She watched as it weakly flew towards her, then fell to the ground at her feet.

“Huh… I missed.” He shrugged with an odd smile, then turned back around and kept walking. 

She looked up at The Ghoul and raised an eyebrow before she continued to follow, wondering what the hell that was all about.

“One thang you gotta learn, Vaulty…” He said, raising his voice commandingly. “Caps ain’t the only form of money up here. Everything you have is potential currency. That includes information.” He said. “You see, that Golden Rule a yer’s only works if other people agree with it. Now that might be all peachy down in your vault, but up here, you don’t wanna be givin’ nothin’ away unless you know you gettin’ somethin’ in return. If you don’t do that, you’ll be eaten alive out here.”

“So… You’re giving me survival lessons now?”

“Yeah… I guess I am.” He said as he turned to smile at her, then tipped his hat up with a single finger. “...But those you can have for free.”

To be continued...

[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

“A baby.”

AO3

Part 2

Summary: Annabeth maybe doesn’t choose the best day to tell Percy they’re having a baby

If younger Annabeth could be here now, she’d be freaking out and cursing the gods. She wouldn’t know what to make of what 25-year-old Annabeth was facing right now. Her left hand with a shiny new diamond engagement ring and holding a positive pregnancy test. A decade ago, Annabeth never would’ve thought she’d be planning a wedding and starting a family with Percy Jackson.

Sure in her wildest dreams, she thought about it but despite her mentality of being six steps ahead of everyone else she never clocked in on his feelings for her. Too absorbed in hiding, and at times suppressing, her own. At least until they were fifteen. Ever since they were inseparable. Of course, their friends would disagree because Annabeth and Percy had always come as a pair.

The bathroom door was locked and she was meant to be applying her makeup. Percy was probably playing games on his phone in their living room. But Annabeth couldn’t force herself to put the test down. She kept staring at it like the test would say “April Fools, no baby!” but it never changed.

They were meant to be going on a date but Annabeth knew if she stepped out of this bathroom and told Percy, they’d never make it to the restaurant. He’d probably pick her up and spin them around the living room. They’d cry happy tears together.

Damnit, she wanted to go on this date. She was already dressed up and in heels. So, she wrapped the test in some toilet paper and put it in a drawer. Annabeth grabbed her favorite eyeshadow palette and got to work.

Percy knocked softly, “Beth, you almost ready?”

“Mascara and lipstick then I’m done.” She unlocked the door and opened it. “We won’t be late, I swear.”

Percy was wearing a navy button down and a gray tie. He looked good. Almost good enough that Annabeth wanted to say “screw it, let’s just stay home.” It’s not like she could get more pregnant.

Then her stomach growled.

“Someone’s hungry,” Percy said, walking away laughing to himself.

Under her breath, Annabeth murmured, “yeah your kid.”

They made it to their reservation on time.

“Since someone,” he looked pointedly at Annabeth, “hogged our only bathroom, I’m going to use theirs. Order me whatever to drink.”

Their waiter came while Percy was gone.

“Two waters, a coke, and can you make me some sort of fruity mocktail?”

Anytime they went out to dinner, Annabeth usually got some sort of speciality cocktail. She didn’t want Percy to get suspicious though knowing him as she did, he likely wouldn’t notice. On the off chance he did Annabeth didn’t want to risk it.

When Percy returned, their drinks were already there.

“What looks good?” He asked, “besides you of course.”

“You will not get inappropriate with me right now.” She blushed.

“What? Stop being lewd. All I meant was you look beautiful tonight.” He leaned closer, “though you do look good enough to eat…out.”

Annabeth could feel how warm her cheeks were.

Thankfully, they both turned their attention to the food, quietly looking over the menu and ordering. Their food came out quickly.

“I’ve been craving this potato leek soup all week,” Annabeth told their waiter when he asked how things had come out.

Briefly she wondered if it was too early on to be having cravings. Thankfully Percy couldn’t see her hands, she pressed her palm against her still toned stomach.

She was going to tell him when they got home.

Of course, Percy had other plans when they got home. Annabeth immediately found herself pressed against the front door, wrapping her legs around his waist, and Percy kissing her like it was his last breath. He carried them upstairs. Somewhere in the hall she kicked off her red heels and threw his tie to the floor.

Annabeth was in the midst of unbuttoning his shirt when Percy dropped her onto their bed causing several buttons to snap off. She barely heard them fall because Percy was kissing his way down her neck.

“Now can we be lewd?” Annabeth asked.

From between her thighs, his fingers tucked under her panties, Percy grinned.

It was nearing ten pm when Annabeth finally found the right moment. They were sitting on the couch, she had a mug of green tea in her hands.

“Good news and bad news,” she said.

“Bad news first,” Percy answered.

“Well, you know how we were looking to book that Montauk venue for the wedding next August?”

“They filled up!” Percy exclaimed, “the guy I talked to swore they didn’t book up until the end of November. I’ll call tomorrow and…”

“No Percy, they’re not booked up, it’s just we’re going to have to postpone a year.”

“Wait, why?” He asked, “I thought we decided we didn’t want to wait too long.”

He grabbed her left hand and straightened her ring. Honestly, Annabeth wasn’t really used to it yet. It was only a few months old but it didn’t feel odd being engaged to Percy. She had known for years now that someday they’d be right here, together.

“I know but there’s been a change of circumstances,” she replied, “good news is I’m pregnant.”

“Haha,” Percy said, dropping her hands, “very funny Annabeth it’s April first you got me good.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Sorry I figured it out too quickly. Look being with you has made me smarter I think.”

“No? Percy, I’m pregnant.”

He shook his head, “c’mon, give it up.”

Annabeth stood up and ran upstairs to the bathroom. She quickly pulled out the drawer and unwrapped the test. Percy was standing at the bottom of the stairs. So, she held up the test.

“I’m pregnant,” she said, quietly.

Percy froze and just stared up at her. “You’re pregnant.”

She nodded, smiling as she watched his face change. From shock to delight. He tripped up the stairs, Annabeth caught him on the last step.

“A baby?”

Percy pressed her face into his chest and squeezed her. They were rocking back and forth hugging for a long time before he pulled back to kiss her sweetly.

“I love you,” he said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too.” She was tearing up.

“When did you find out?”

“Right before dinner.”

“You had a drink at dinner!”

She shrugged, “Mocktail.”

“A baby,” he kept saying.

Like repeating it would make it feel more real.

In the kitchen, washing their mugs. “A baby.”

Brushing his teeth, through the toothpaste foam, “a baby.”

Curling up beside Annabeth, lightly tickling her neck, “a baby.”

She thought Percy finally fell asleep because he had gone silent. Until she felt his fingers tapping her belly.

“You know, I thought Hera hated us.”

Annabeth chuckled, “I guess she got over it.”

[gwenllianwales]

На баштані

От, знаєте, коли йдеться про фанфіки по укрліт, то виявляється, що це не дуже й популярна річ. Тобто, людям це ніби цікаво, а ніби популярні (+сучасні) фадоми все одно завжди збирають більше кудосів, коментарів і тд. Але...

Колись давно Нестайко написав "Тореадорів з Васюківки". Потім переробив їх, здебільшого видаливши ідеологічні наративи. І все. Ця книга одна з найпопулярніших в укрдитліт. І я теж дуже люблю її. Та й ніхто не напише за мене роботи по Тореадорах.

Отже, "На баштані". Ця історія про Яву та Павлушу, які от-от перейдуть у випускний клас. Історія про тих, хто назавжди прощається з вірним другом і з... дитинством.

До речі, у мене є ще три роботи по цій книзі.

Будь ласка, не забувайте про фідбек, якщо читаєте. Спасибі!

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 40 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Harry had decided to meet up with his close friends Alessandro and Michael to share the exciting news that he was going to be a father. He was filled with a mix of emotions, from nervousness to sheer excitement, as he anticipated their reactions.

The three friends gathered at a cozy yet exclusive café in a corner of the city. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the clinking of coffee cups and distant chatter of other patrons filled the air.

As Harry explained the situation, Alessandro and Michael exchanged smiles and congratulated him warmly. Their genuine happiness and support meant the world to him.

“That's incredible news, Harry,” Alessandro said, a bright grin on his face. “Once again, you're going to be an amazing dad.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Congratulations, mate. Parenthood is a beautiful journey.”

Harry beamed with gratitude for their kind words. “Thanks, guys. I couldn't be happier.”

However, as they continued chatting about the baby and future plans, an unexpected presence disrupted the joyful atmosphere. William, Harry's other friend, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the café.

Harry's expression instantly shifted, his warm demeanor turning cold. The tension between the two had been palpable for the last few weeks, and Harry had hoped to share his news with his friends before facing the inevitable confrontation with William.

William, aware of the gathering, made his way to their table. The atmosphere grew noticeably strained as he took a seat, exchanging polite but distant greetings with Alessandro and Michael.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice steady as he spoke to William, “I have some news, William. I'm going to be a father.” William already knew. In fact, he knew it before Harry. He had hidden it from Harry. Hence, the reason to why they had drifted apart the last few weeks.

William's reaction was unexpectedly stoic. He nodded and offered stiff congratulations before his gaze returned to the menu. It was clear that the news hadn't softened the coldness that had developed between the two friends over the last weeks. They both had lots to talk about and things to unpack. Harry wasn’t ready to have the conversation with William. He had felt betrayed.

William was offended that Harry had gotten angry at him. Y/N’s necessity to hide her pregnancy from him had nothing to do with Harry. She had wanted that way, and she had confided in William to keep the secret.

As the conversation continued, Harry felt a sense of disappointment and sadness. He had hoped that the news of impending fatherhood would mend some of the rift between them, but it seemed that the past grievances and resentment ran deeper than he had anticipated.

Amidst the lingering tension brought on by William's presence, Harry felt a sense of relief as Alessandro and Michael leaned in with genuine interest, eager to hear more about his impending fatherhood.

Harry's eyes lit up with pride as he recounted the journey he and Y/N had embarked upon. "It's been quite a rollercoaster, but I couldn't be happier. She's pregnant, and we've just confirmed that the baby is mine."

Alessandro's warm smile mirrored the happiness in Harry's eyes. "That's incredible news, Harry. You must be over the moon. How did you both react when you found out?"

Harry's voice was filled with affection as he recalled the moment. "It was a mix of shock and overwhelming joy. We both knew there was a possibility, but when we saw those test results, it made everything real."

Michael leaned forward, eager to learn more. "So, what are your plans? How are you going to manage with Oliver?”

Harry's smile remained, though he couldn't help but feel the weight of the logistical challenges ahead. "It's going to be a bit of a juggling act, I won't lie. Oliver and the new baby will be very close in age, so we're expecting some chaos. But we're committed to making it work”.

Alessandro's raised eyebrow conveyed curiosity. "How does Y/N feel about everything? I can imagine it's quite a lot to handle. She is going to be a first-time mom.”

Harry's eyes softened with affection as he thought about Y/N. "She's been incredible throughout this journey. But she's a natural with Oliver, and I have no doubt she'll be just as amazing with our new baby."

Michael chimed in with a grin. "It sounds like you have a lot to look forward to, mate”.

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie among friends provided a temporary reprieve from the complexities of Harry's family dynamics. Alessandro and Michael's genuine happiness and support served as a reminder that, despite the challenges ahead, he had unwavering friends by his side.

Amidst the laughter, shared stories, and excitement about the future, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments like these — moments when he could revel in the joy of becoming a father once again.

As the conversation about Harry's impending fatherhood continued, the tension between Harry and William seemed to momentarily fade into the background. However, William, having remained silent until now, finally chimed in with a question that cut through the cheerful atmosphere.

He turned his gaze toward Harry, his tone measured as he asked, "Harry, are you going to tell your father about this?"

Harry's expression shifted slightly, and a shadow of unease crossed his face. His relationship with his father had always been complicated, marked by expectations, misunderstandings, and a lingering sense of disapproval.

Alessandro and Michael exchanged glances, sensing the complexity of the situation. They remained silent, allowing Harry to respond in his own time.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty as he replied, "I... I haven't decided yet. Dad and I, we've had our differences, and I'm not sure how he'll react to this news."

William's gaze remained fixed on Harry, his expression inscrutable. "You know he's your father, Harry. He deserves to know. He can’t find out through the press or the media. It has to be directly through you”

Harry nodded, acknowledging the truth in William's words, even if the prospect of sharing the news with his father filled him with apprehension. "I’m aware” Harry just hadn't gotten over what had happened in the Hamptons.

Their friends, sensing the weight of the conversation, offered their support. Alessandro spoke up gently, "Harry, it's a decision only you can make. But remember, this is your moment, your family. You should do what feels right for you and Y/N."

Michael echoed the sentiment. "And you have us, your friends, who will support you no matter what."

The cafe grew quiet as the friends sat with the weight of the conversation. Harry's relationship with his father was a longstanding source of tension, and the decision to share this significant news with him was fraught with uncertainty.

As Harry contemplated his next steps, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions — a desire for understanding and acceptance from his father, and a determination to protect his growing family from any potential negativity. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that with the support of true friends, he would navigate it with grace and resilience. Maybe he would be calling his mother and sister first.

The soft glow of kitchen lights illuminated the cozy atmosphere of Harry's apartment as he and Y/N spent the evening together. Harry had taken it upon himself to cook a special dinner for them, and the tantalizing aroma of the meal filled the air.

Oliver, content on Y/N’s lap, giggled and played with his toys as Y/N watched over him with a loving smile. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chaotic days that had preceded it.

As Harry moved gracefully around the kitchen, a sense of purpose filled him. He was excited about the future, about the family he was building with Y/N, and he couldn't wait to share this moment with her.

Finally, as he placed a beautifully plated dish on the kitchen island, he turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Dinner's ready."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she glanced at the dish he had prepared. "You really outdid yourself."

Harry chuckled modestly as he joined her at the kitchen island, taking a seat beside her. "Well, I wanted to make tonight special."

Oliver, sensing the change in atmosphere, seemed equally excited, his bright eyes darting between them.

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally. They talked about their plans for the baby's nursery, the upcoming doctor's appointments, and the joys and challenges of parenthood that awaited them.

Then, Harry broached a more serious topic. "I've been thinking. I'd really like to meet your mom. She's going to be a part of our lives now, and I'd love for her to get to know me."

Y/N's expression softened, and she nodded in agreement. “That means a lot to me. I think she'd appreciate that as well. I'll talk to her and arrange a meeting."

They continued their dinner, the warmth of their connection deepening with each passing moment. The challenges they had faced were still fresh in their minds, but at this moment, surrounded by the love they shared for each other and for Oliver, they knew that they were building a future filled with happiness, love, and the promise of a beautiful family.

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[clone-wars-winter-challenge]

Week 6 prompts!

[flowerbloom-arts]

Chapter 3 is out now!

[on-lock-down]

I need to from deep in my soul need to thank all those who make pod fics.

You guys are like magic any story you touch comes to life. Reading and listening are two completely separate experiences.

Not to mention, the work you do is so help for so many reasons . Much like audiobooks people put on podfics to help do chores or for long drives. They help with executive dysfunction. It is much easier for me to do the laundry with a audiobook or podfic on.

Or for people like me, with dyslexia or any other condition or disability that can make reading something a challenge. Or if they just simple don’t have the mental space to read anything.

I ADORE each and every one of you. Thank you all so much for making fandom more fun and accessible.

[myrachondria]

♡ My Bookcase ♡

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★

(feel free to go through my books, please just return them when you're done ♡)

One Shots:

Ominis

It Will Always Be You

(Ominis confesses drunkenly to Sebastian about a girl he fell in love with the summer before his 5th year.)

What's Your Favourite Scary Movie? (WIP) - Sneak Peak

(Modern!AU, Ghostface!AU Ominis has taken on a new persona to get some unfinished business out of the way. It looks like the new mask and outfit comes with an unexpected perk.

Sebastian

In the Depths of His Obsession (WIP) - Sneak Peak, Part 1

(Dark!Sebastian gets released from Azkaban after 5 years, and he only has one goal in mind - to win back MC using any means necessary)

A Gift with Dark Intentions

(Dark!Sebastian comes home with an interesting handmade gift for MC)

Series:

The Durmstrang Champion (WIP) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(It's their final year, and the Triwizard Tournament is announced. As the visiting schools arrive, one particular Durmstrang student catches the attention of our silver trio. Something doesn't seem quite right about her.)

Layla and Majnun (WIP)

(Layla is the MC of HL in this story. Tons of angst and smut. Retelling of the famous Layla and Majnun story with Layla and Ominis where they face unimaginable hard times. Nothing can separate them... right?)

Into The Darkness (WIP)

(Due to the events of what happened in their fifth year Sebastian, Ominis, and MC are no longer friends. Sebastian is quickly becoming a renound auror when he gets a new case in which some aspects feel all too familiar.)

Headcannons:

Dom Sebastian vs Dom Ominis vs Dom MC

Ominis Gaunt NSFW Headcanon - Snakey Boi

Sebastian + MC in a Relationship

Marvolo Apologizing

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P2

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P3

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P4

HL Cast - Inaccurate Quotes P5

HL Case - Inaccurate Quotes P6

Informational Sheets

◇Layla's Character Sheet◇

◇Durmstrang Institute◇

AI Art

biker!Ominis Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt

Ominis Gaunt + Sebastian Sallow

Soft Bois (Sebastian, Ominis, and Garreth)