#fic presents

[theofficialinternetloner]

Hello, everyone. It's that time of year again and I'm wishing that I could give each and every one of my readers, followers, and friends a gift. This year, I've come up with the perfect solution: Promptmas! Submit a fic prompt via Tumblr ask for any fandom or ship you want (read my bio for more information) and I'll write it for you as a personalized present! 🎁 Please keep in mind that the prompt should be submitted early and should ideally be 4k words or less so I can have it ready by Christmas. Happy holidays! ❄

[oobs-kenoobs]

Guess who's getting a birthday fic...

Well, today it’s still my dad’s birthday. Is it him?

[delsicle]

My life is a lot of the times too fast paced for my liking, so I relish the tiny moments and can stop and appreciate the things in a peaceful environment. We're in our bed this early morning, and Josh is still sleeping soundly, facing me. I'm wrapped up against him, enjoying the heat of his soft skin and dabbing the freckles that adorn his bare shoulders. I'm tracing a line of them on his nose when his eyes flutter open. "And just what are you doing?" he smiles slyly, eyes squinting in laughter.

I feel like I was supposed to write a continuation but then I got caught up in thinking about Jen touching Josh’s freckles and I felt weak

[delsicle]

After Josh and I settle back together in LA from our summer in Kentucky, we make love constantly, at both of our houses. In the morning, at night, during any break between day activities and any time we can't contain our cravings for one another. He claims he wants to 'get reacquainted' with me, and I'm happy to go along for whatever reason. But afterwards, the closeness of us holding each other naked is what makes me realize I miss this part of us as much as the sex. My neck against his

shoulder and his arms around my torso and the lingering neck kisses until we eventually fall asleep or get up. And after every time I tell him I love him, more than anything, and he replies in kind (or says it first). We tease each other a little at first, our sappiness, but the sentiments become routine although never stale. It's hard to imagine how I lived four years without him, and now that I have him again I'm never letting go.

WELL GOOD MORNING TO ME