#should i do it? one note and I'll start the wip tonight after i finish my reading for school

[myfancyfandomlife]

You know what would be really funny.

As the writer of Therapist!Gaster, if I, myfancyfandomlife, wrote a crossover one shot between my husband boy and that triangle bastard

Would anyone read that? Is it too niche?

[takemyopenheart]

Just One Look

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey and f!MC (Luz Beltrán) | Category: fluff | Rating: M | Warnings: none | Word Count: 1k | AO3 link

Summary: Ethan and Luz take a much-needed relaxing break.

A/N: At long last, I’m back with a new fic after a three-month-long hiatus. I just want to give a MASSIVE thanks to @lsvdw-blog for her constant motivation and help; this one would have forever been sitting in my wips otherwise. ILYSM, L!

“Hermosa, we’re back.”

The stillness surrounding the apartment is interrupted as Ethan steps through the front door with a leashed Jenner in tow.

“Luz?” he calls out again only to be met with silence. “Your mom fall asleep already, boy?”

The chinook tilts his head at his question and bolts past Ethan once he’s freed from his restraint.

If there’s one thing Jenner loves more than his tasty food and koala plush toy, it’s cuddling with Ethan and Luz on their bed. A realization that hits Ethan too late; he rushes toward their bedroom with the hope that the ruckus hasn’t roused her from her sleep.

It’d been an exhausting day at the hospital; Ethan was officially Chief of Medicine while Luz was Head of Diagnostics. Work was busier, and on long nights such as tonight, sleep called their name— but not before they fed themselves and took Jenner out for a walk, which Ethan volunteered to do.

As soon as Ethan steps into their bedroom, he takes notice of the empty bed and the stripe of light emanating from the ajar bathroom door.

Luz’s ginger-scented body wash reaches him as he steps closer. The scent alone invigorates his desires and conjures the captivating image of her long neck and his lips trailing kisses across her collarbone— that sweet scent on every inch of her skin.

“Enjoying the view?”

His thoughts are interrupted by the vixen herself, looking like the vision of his dreams as he stands in the doorframe. His eyes trail over Luz’s body laid out in the bath, the bubbles giving him a glimpse of the naked beauty beneath, and the candles beside her providing a heavenly warm glow.

“The best I’ve ever seen,” he declares as he strides further into the room.

Her pillowy, dewy lips form a sultry smile, and he falls further into her seduction.

“So, are you just gonna stand there?”

The question she utters is all he needs to bring his mouth to hers. The kiss quickly becomes urgent as he cradles her face. A soft sigh escapes her, and just as he’s lost in her delectable taste, he feels her grasp on his collar and tips forward.

“Hey, wait a minute!” he yelps as he grabs hold of the bathtub to avoid completely falling in. “My phone’s in my pocket.” His hand pats his thigh to ensure that his phone is right where it should be... and dry.

Crisis averted.

She smothers a laugh. “Which is why you should’ve just walked in here naked.”

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Felt like having a bath.” She shrugs and stifles a yawn. “Water’s warm, it feels nice...”

“I take it this is an invitation to join you?” he asks, raising a meaningful brow.

“If nearly pulling you in here with me wasn’t an invitation enough, I don’t know what is... Strip. Now.”

He snickers, raising both hands in the air. “Yes, ma’am.”

She drinks in the sight of his 6’4 figure as he begins unbuttoning his shirt, the action holding her attention like a hypnotic spiral. Her eyes trace every sculpted muscle as it becomes exposed until he’s standing before her in all his naked glory. Everything about him is glorious.

“I’m so damn lucky,” she says with a wolf whistle, meeting his heated gaze.

“I repeat the same thing to myself every day.”

The bubbles have dispersed, and his gaze roams her from head to toe, taking his sweet time memorizing every delicious curve.

The heat of his gaze envelops her; she can’t take a second more without his touch. “Get in here, Casanova,” she instructs, scooting forward to accommodate him.

With a grin, he situates himself inside the large bathtub behind her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

“Jenner got sick of us,” Luz points out, noting Jenner’s absence.

“Good, because I want all of your attention right now.”

“Someone sounds jealous,” she teases, her hands absentmindedly softly stroking his thighs.

“Jealous of a slobbery mutt who drinks from the toilet? I don’t think so,” he says with a shake of his head.

Luz chuckles, tossing her head back before wincing at the sudden movement.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” he asks, frowning in concern.

“No, no, nothing, just slightly sore all over; it was a long day.”

“Well, just lay back against me. Let’s stay like this for a while.” He lifts her hand to his lips, trailing them over her knuckles.

“I haven’t washed my hair,” she mumbles softly.

“Allow me.”

He goes to grab the bottle of shampoo and squeezes a sizable dollop onto his palm before massaging it into her hair.

“Thank you.”

Her shoulders immediately relax as his hands knead her scalp.

“Of course, darling,” he whispers into her ear, the graze of his lips spreading pleasant shivers throughout her body.

Once he’s finished rinsing her hair, the next comforting sensation she feels is his lips leaving chaste kisses along her neck.

One tender kiss after the other, his lips are soft and gentle across her skin. She all too quickly becomes putty in his hands and leans back against his chest with a contented smile on her face, the soreness ebbing away.

She twists her body to bury her face in the crook of his neck and closes her eyes as they lapse into a comfortable silence, their heartbeats calm as they relish in each other’s warmth.

He tightens his hold on her and looks down at her peaceful form. A gentle smile illuminates her face, the curve of a smile that makes his heart soar every time. He’s mesmerized, completely enraptured by the woman in his arms.

Her eyes blink open, sensing his eyes on her, and linger on him as his fingers skim her cheekbones. Just one look and she feels his love bursting through.

Her hand rests on his, and she closes the gap between them. Their kisses start lazy and slow until she feels his body responding to her. With a nip to her bottom lip, his kisses become desperate and possessing, and his hands cup and squeeze her rear.

“Wasn't this morning enough for you?" she mutters between kisses.

He pulls back, and his eyes bore into hers, sparkling and adoring as he brushes her hair back. "I'll never get enough of you.”

And she doesn’t doubt him for a second. She pulls him in once more, sealing the promise of forever.

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Bonus: a picture of our very good boy Jenner <3

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[bijoumikhawal]

Since we're posting our garashir fic ideas tonight, here's a few of mine

-posted about it a few times now but my other wip that I'll start publishing after WYLM is one where Garak and Julian started having casual sex after Our Man Bashir, follows more or less the timeline up until right after IPS/BIL, where Dukat tries to extradite Garak and Julian offers to marry him to make it more bureaucratically difficult to do so

>this fic is a mess because I find them living in a telenovela really funny for some reason and keep coming up with bullshit to do to them, while also having weird domestic shit and them being so fucking horny for each other

>side note I am peeved because I'd heard about Sufist poetry praising Malik Ayaz and Sultan Mahmud of Ghazni's relationship and how while Ayaz started as a slave he was more powerful than Mahmud because he ruled his heart and how romantic it was and I wanted to crib that but upon doing research no one is citing their fucking poets and I'm annoyed.

-Julian tying Garak up but only to apply henna and his blue Cardassian makeup on him (aka experiments with nonsexual bdsm)

>there are several other things I've jotted down that are just horny bullshit, this one has the most substance though and I'm not picky about someone writing any of the others lmao

-Julian gets his hands on some Cardassian porn whike he's drunk, depressed, and desperate and notices an unsettling trend, aka examination of effemiphobia in porn the fic with some element of criticizing how EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL TO THE POINT OF STERILE UNFUCKABILITY. 

>not getting written yet because while I have personal experience with this topic (aka it's hard to jack off without getting insulted) I want to finish reading what a fellow genderqueer fag that managed to publish a book has to say in case it contains insights

>I give myself homework for fic sometimes. It's okay.

-A Hebitian ends up seeking refuge on the station during show canon

> less garashir and more me projecting onto Garak and letting his gods and ancestors bully him again

-Julian convincing Garak to go with him on a trip to Sudan/Egypt after The Die Is Cast and Garak throws himself at him in a "Well my world basically just ended, might as well go out with a bang" mood

>this one mostly exists because the Red Sea has many brightly colored fish and I think Garak should get to terrorize them a little as a treat. Also could be a vector for that hammam fic I discussed. Also I'm sad about Egypt constantly and how I can't go back and this would be me going "hey this is how IT SHOULD BE" a lot while also roasting the Federation and the new problems it's depicted politics would create