#THANK GOD I CAN SEE AGAIN AFTER GETTING MY EYES DIALATED

[sebsxphia]

HAVE YALL SEEN GREG TARZANS INSTA STORY WITH LEW AND MONICA DANCING

[slut4tangerine]

Could you possibly do one where The reader is at Madelyn’s with the rest of the cast, and she’s pregnant, but her boyfriend is out at work and she goes into labour and drew helps her and when they get to the hospital the doctors think Drew is the father even tho it’s the boyfriends, and Drew is in the room while you give birth holding your hand because the doctors were like begging him too and when the boyfriend shows up he’s pised🤭🤭

Your writing is so good btw 🤍🤍

thank u anon!!

IMPORTANT: this is not part of the Starkey’s series

Labor

— pairing: Drew Starkey x pregnant!Reader x trash!boyfriend

— type: angst -> fluff

— warnings: pregnancy // labor // accusations of cheating // cursing

You felt a sharp pain in your belly as you sat down on the couch at Madelyn’s apartment. You immediately reaction was to hold your belly, which made everyone run to you.

“You okay, Y/n?” JD asked

“Yeah, baby’s just being a bit fussy today” You laughed before you felt the sharp pain again.

Everyone went back to playing Mario Kart while you tried to get comfortable on the couch. When you finally got comfortable, you felt liquid sliding down your leg and your eyes widened.

“Oh no no no no no no” You muttered as you struggled to get up. Drew immediately moved to help you up.

“Woah woah woah what’s happening?” Drew asked as he held you up.

“I think I pissed myself and now Maddie’s couch is ruined and-” You couldn’t even get through your sentence before you started crying.

“Girl, it’s fine. I promise” You suddenly gripped Drew’s arm as another shot of pain spread across your belly.

“I think- I think I’m having contractions” You held his arm tight as different reactions were heard all around you.

“Oh shit”

“Oh my god”

“Should we call Caleb (your boyfriend)”

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” Madelyn shouted as she grabbed your keys so they could take to you to the hospital in your car.

Drew helped you make your way to the car before he made sure that your hospital bag was in the back seat.

Everyone situated themselves while Drew got into the drivers seat and drove you to the closest hospital.

You’d had 2 more contractions while on the drive, and the pain was absolutely unbearable.

— at the hospital —

You entered the hospital with everyone following. Drew guided you to the reception desk where he explained that you were going into labor.

“And how are you related to the patient?” The receptionist asked. Drew looked around and didn’t see Caleb anywhere.

“I’m her boyfriend” He lied to the woman just so he could be there with you. You didn’t question it though. Your boyfriend didn’t even tell you where he was going, so you had no idea how long it would take him to get to you.

The nurses took you and Drew to a room where you got situated to give birth. He stayed in contact with the rest of his friends that were forced to wait in the lobby to give them updates.

“Ms Y/n you are currently 10 cm dialated. I think it’s time” The nurse said as you nodded. To say you were petrified was an understatement. You had been wanting this for such a long time, but you weren’t sure if you’d be a good mom.

Drew stood up from his seat and stood next to you.

“You’re gonna do amazing, Y/n. This baby is going to love you like there’s no tomorrow” He reassured you as you smiled at him.

The nurses told him to hold your hand while you pushed. You held his hand the entire time, even though you thought you had broken his hand from the amount of pressure you were putting on it.

“I CANT!” You yelled as your face was now red and drenched in sweat.

“Y/n you can do this” He whispered to you as he pushed the hair out of your face.

“Just one more push” The nurse said, causing you to nod.

You grabbed his hand again and squeezed like there was no tomorrow until you heard the cries of your child.

You face returned to its natural color after you stopped pushing and you smiled.

“It’s a boy!” The nurses exclaimed. They cleaned him off and put him on your chest so you could cherish your first moments with your son.

Drew just stood back and smiled as you looked at your baby with such love and adoration.

The door opened with a bang, causing you & Drew to jump at the sound.

“What the hell is going on here?” Caleb shouted as he saw the two of you.

“Caleb not right now-” You told him as you carried your son in your arms.

“Why the fuck is he in here instead of me?” Caleb was seething as he stared Drew down.

“Calm down there, big boy. I’m just doing her a favor since you weren’t here” Drew tried to de-escalate the situation, but it was no use.

“I’m the father of this baby! I should have been here, not him!” Caleb shouted as you handed the newborn to the nurse. She immediately nodded and understood the situation.

“Well maybe if you hadn’t gone wherever the hell you went, you would’ve witnessed the birth of your son” Drew replied as Caleb simply stared at him.

“You couldn’t just wait 30 more minutes?” Caleb looked at you.

“No, Caleb, I couldn’t. That’s not exactly how labor works” You rolled your eyes at his stupidity.

“How do I even know if that baby is mine? Because clearly there’s something going on”

“You’re kidding me, right? We’re just friends, Caleb” You scoffed at his accusation.

“Sure, Y/n” He paced around the room.

“You know what, fuck this” You and Drew looked at him confused.

“We’re done. I want nothing to do with that kid or you, fucking cheater” And with that he left. You watched as the door closed behind him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

Drew turned to you, the same shocked expression spread across his face.

“Drew I-” You whispered

“Shh… shh. It’s okay” He immediately wrapped you in his arms and hugged you as you sobbed.

“This is supposed to the happiest day of my life, Drew. And now it’s just- UGH” You attempted to normalize your breathing as you pulled away from the hug.

“I know, and this is still the best day of your life. I mean, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy, and he’s perfect”

“Yeah but thanks to me, his father wants nothing to do with him”

“Oh absolutely not. Don’t blame this on yourself. It’s not your fault he’s an insecure prick who can’t trust his own girlfriend. He didn’t deserve you and your kindness from the start” Drew sat at your feet as he spoke, looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I know it’s a huge step, but I can help you out with the baby and everything. You shouldn’t have to go through this alone” He smiled at you.

“Thank you, Drew, but I don’t want to be any sort of burden to you”

“You could never be a burden to me, Y/n L/n. Never in a million years” He smiled as he stood up and kissed the crown of your head.

The nurse re-entered the room with your new baby in hand.

“Is everything alright, Ms L/n?” She asked while handing you the baby.

“Everything’s just fine, miss” You smiled at her as Drew rubbed your back in reassurance.

“So what would you like to name this beauty baby?” You looked at Drew and smiled.

“Joseph Maxwell L/n”

✎ T A G L I S T ✎

@storytellingwitht @iovdrew @aliciacat20 @dirtytissuebox @fangirlwithlou @maybankslover @onmykneesforrafe @hiimbrina @kkmstblog @ratatouilleangels @willowpains @maybankslover @dudenhaaa27 @ailee-celeste @barzysandhughesbaby

[yandere-mc-yt]

y’ALL TRYNNA MAKE ME SIN 😩😩😩 I just wanna ask you to write out that prompt with psychic darling, techno and chat soooooo bad because it looks so rndmdjskdjdj 🤌🏾 ✨perfect✨ kdndkdkdkdjdjdjd not me having a brainrot 💀☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

It's okay! Lets have brainrot together! Also I hope Techno isn't too ooc, I just think he'd be really repressed and awkward in these kind of situations lmao.

Thermae

Technoblade & Mind Reader GN!Reader

Warnings: Yandere Themes, obsessiveness, delusions mentioned, disassociation(?), kidnapping mentioned, Stockholm syndrome implied, animalistic behavior, NSFW, dubcon, size difference, unsafe sex, rough sex, mild painful sex, body worship implied, praise kink, retracted consent, ruined orgasm(?), humiliation kink(?), sex with an audience(?), ooc(?), idk canon inaccuracies probably, gn!deader

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pretty!!

EEE E E

shut the hell up some of us want to hear techno think

lovenoblade? technolover? FUCK what are we calling him when he stares at them like that??

shut uuuup

You don't look up from pile of clean clothes you're sifting through, trying to pick out what to wear after your bath. Technoblade staring at you from where he is by the door, not having made a move since he allowed you to enter the room. At least he isn't speaking-

You dropped some rolled up socks. It rolled under the bed and you get on your hands and knees to reach under the bed for it. Suddenly Technoblade is behind you and you yelp cutely-

Suddenly you're moaning softly and bent over on the bed. Your captor's lover's hand is on your hips and he's grinding against you. Your underwear is somehow soaked through and you're whining for Techno to take you. He swiftly tugs off your underwear and-

You look up at Technoblade, who looks back at you, acknowledging your attention. You looked cross. "Just because you're not thinking in words, doesn't mean I can't see what you think, Techno."

OOOOOO

oh noooo lmao

LOL imagine getting caught like that couldn't be us

rip

damn I wanted to see how bad this fantasy would have been

"Sorry-"

"Sorry," Techno says out loud as he takes his eyes off of you. You sigh as you toss the clothes yoy want onto the bed and stuff the rest back into the drawers. You'll fix that later if he doesn't get to it first. At least he had the gall to feel some bit of shame.

You turn your body to him and shrug. "It's whatever.... let's just go take a bath before bed."

You ignore how another brief flash of lewd thoughts and fantastical scenarios pass through his mind as you move past him towards the bathroom he had built for you. You also ignore the teasing from the Chat about how the piglin hybrid's home definently didn't have a place to bathe before and that he is a "stinky pig boy" and "stinknoblade". You didn't want to thank him but you felt like you had no choice because honestly.... he made you a custom bathroom that looked like it belonged in a palace. It had felt rude not to thank him, despite these circumstances.

You inhale the steam of the luxious looking bathroom and put your clothes down on a small side table near the massive walk in tub of hot water. You had moved over to the edge and was going to take off your shirt when the anxious boot clacking of your keeper reminded you that you were unfortunately not alone. You click your tongue back at him as you glance back at him. He looks away like he always does and you practically rip your clothes off before getting in.

He looks again when he doesn't hear the water sloshing around anymore. His expression is unreadable but you can hear what he's thinking.

"So pretty lovely looks soft smells good fuck- cute.... I wonder if you'll like the soap I got this time. Its peonies."

You hum as you sink a bit lower in the water, trying to hide your coloring cheeks.

"Yeah, I think peonies smell good." Technoblade makes a face and you have to swallow your smile. "Thanks- now get in here. I want this to be over with."

He nods mutely as he starts to undress and this time its your turn to look away. You sigh as you feel the water move and flinch when you feel his heat on your backside. He isn't even touching you yet.

ugh why is he waiting for permission again

lol whats with the gentleman act

dude they're literally already used you doing this get it over with

y'all better shut up this is like character development or something

i wanna touch they look all soft agaiiin

oooo yea!! touch them

Omgeee body worship kink??

touch them

TOUCH THEM

You let out a shaky sigh and turn around and make eye contact. He has the soap in one hand and the sponge you like in the other. You stand up in the water and exposed yourself to him. Its incredible difficult to ignore the way his pupils dialate when you're still making eye contact.

HOLY COW

isn't it too warm in here for (Y/N)'s nipples to get hard??

NAKED POG

oh my god You know they're practically begging for it now....

Techno swallows audibly and practically slams the bar of soap into the sponge, making an audible wet noise and aggressively lathers them together, looking away again. It makes you jump a bit but you don't say anything. Neither of you do and you almost prefer it that way. Once the sponge has been violently soaped up enough he starts washing you. You don't move and he doesn't stop on any part pf your upper half. It made you think of those old erotic stories of royalty being bathed by a personal servant. You didn't like it.

.....Right now you really wish you two were capable of being normal. Or that any part of your relationship was.

After your front and back have been scrubbed down, you quickly dip back into the water amd rinse yourself off. You look down at your body in the water and hum as you see another fleeting fantasy go past Technoblade's mind.

You're touching him, hands simply on his chest and pressed close to him. You're looking up at him frightened anxiously for a moment before moving away and wading towards the little shelving around an edge in the bathing pool. You flush as you climb onto it and sit. You spread your legs-

You look up at him for a split moment before looking away. You feel shakey and sick, kind of like you're about to throw up. Your gut twists and you press your thighs together on instinct. Shit.

No.

"No-" You swallow as you completely turn your back to Techno. You hear the water move a bit as you assume he's straightening up, you know he's looking directly at you. He's thinking too fast for you to properly hear his thoughts and you refuse to tune into what the Chat is saying right now.

You need to think-

You're on top of him in one of his blouses. Its so big on you but you like it and you liked the way Techno looked at you when you wore it. Technoblade's hands were on your hip and you scoff becuase you didn't want it there. You flushed a bit and took one of them with your fingers and moved it underneath the blouse to your bare stomach. You could feel the way your lips stretched into a goofy smile when he somehow flushed darker than you and his pupils blew up. It actually made you laugh a little. It felt like a little victory. The hand still on your hip twitched.

"I uh..." You bite your lip between your grin. "I like it when your hands are here. They're so warm and they make me feel good sometimes."

He stares and you can hear his thoughts.

"... Makes me feel safe...... so please..."

You blink back the tears but can't stop the shudder and whimper that comes from that memory. Technoblade stands behind you as you realize where you are now. You're stand before the pool shelving and its like your stomach folds in on itself as you whine and stumble back in the water, bumping into him. You both flinch from the sudden skin to skin contact and you feel the overwhelming urge to start wailing.

Technoblade makes a noise as if he's taking a deep breath and you know its over. You pull away from him as soon as his has touches your shoulder, bumping roughly into the shelving. With a grimace, you climb up onto the shelving and spread your shakey legs.

You can't even catch his thoughts whwn he freezes up and the Chat roars.

Holyshitholyshit holySHIT

BRO???

ANOTHER WIN FOR THE HORNY THOUGHTS LETS GOOOOO

Fuck this is so hot what the fuck fuck babe

The cooler water that resides at the edges splash out of the tub and against your backside from the force of him moving so suddenly. Technoblade makes a noise as he hovers over you. His clawed hands grip the edges of the pool so hard you can hear the wood creak. He doesn't say anything as you try to meet his eyes. Visions of all the ways he wants to fuck you right here flash through his mind and it makes you want to close your legs. You end up pressing your thighs against his and you both gasp.

You bite your lip. "Soap." He blinks dumbly and you almost change your mind about all of this. "The scentless soap," you try to clarify. "I need to prep myself."

The Chat chatters loudly as Techno moved away. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath as he returns to the water and reslots himself between your legs. You take the bottle from him and try to get comfortable as he uncomfortably stares directly at your groin. Already used to this scenario, you tune him out as you pop the bottle open and pour the slick substance onto yourself. You then put the bottle to the side and slide your hand down.

This isn't the first time you've had to stretch yourself (especially since your sexual partner couldn't- not with those sharp fingertips) and far from the first time you've taken the Blade so your fingers slip in with little resistance. You shudder and remind yourself to hate how he ruined you as you skip adding a second finger and go straight for three.

You hear the creak of the wood on the edge of the pool again but ignore looking up or at Technoblade as you keep fingering yourself until you're sure you're done. As soon as your fingers were out, his cock was slapped against your inner thigh. You yelp and look up at him.

He looks down at you as he finally puts his hands on you. You hiss when he drags your ass against the shelving to pull you closer.

"Sorry-" he thinks before opening his mouth to say it out loud, but you interrupt him. You grab him by the forearm as he has your thighs and lean foward a bit, biting your lip. You suck in a breath before letting out a whine.

"Shut the fuck up- stop fucking thinking and fuck me baby."

Being so used to hearing other's people thoughts without tuning them out (even now in these current times with everything Technoblade this accursed SMP has put you through), you aren't prepared to be sp overwhelmed by whatever the hell happens in your captor's head that makes you blackout for a moment. Its like you blink and whatever sexually charged energy you had before is replaced with fear.

Somewhere in the milliseconds after you said those words, Technoblade pushed you back roughly against the shelving and the edge of the pool and was now almost balls deep inside of you. You feel the pain blossoming against the back of your head apart of your back and yelp when you feel him fill you up oh so fucking good.

Its too much.

"Tech-" You make an ugly noise as he thrusts deeper somhow. Fuck- too much.

Whatever you were trying to get out is lost on your tongue as he starts fucking into you with total abandon. Its so good and bad and great and uncomfortable and painful-

The force of his movements rocks you into the edges of the pool and makes the cooled off water splash around and hit you in the face. You've let go of his arms, instead trying to brace yourself against the shelving the best you can with no way to get a proper grip. All you can do is whine and gasp.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry fuck"

"(Y/N)," comes out in a growl and you whimper. You don't know when he leaned closer. Technoblade's tusk scratch the junction between your jaw and neck. You take this opportunity to grab onto him again and moan high.

He rocks hard into you and its so much better now- fuck you can feel every inch of him. It makes you pull yourself closer to him and sob.

"Techno- Techno Techno Techno," he groans low and licks a hot strip against your neck. You breifly wonder if he's licking sweat off or left over water that was dripping down from the bath you were having a few minutes ago. You don't wonder much longer as you feel the twist in your gut from earlier tighten. You sob again.

"No no no no no," you gasp as you hold on tighter and he gets rougher. "Fuck, Techno baby please please please..."

Miraculously, the beast hears your prayers but he doesn't slow down. He pulls back and pushes you away completely. You almost don't catch yourself against the pool's edge. He's still in you for amoment more before pulling out with a wince and you cry out.

You feel dissatisfaction start to replace the lust in your head but its quickly snuffed out when Technoblade grabs you and flips you over on the shelving. He shoves you hard onto your knees with your elbows over the edge as he reenters you from behind and you shout. The change in position, depth and temperature catch you completely off guard and interupts the flow. You don't feel as aroused as you were before. You're sore.

"T-Techno?" You try to turn around to look back at him but he hits something deep inside of you hard. You put a knuckle between your teeth. "Techno? Techno please it hurts now please Techno!"

He gets even rougher and you yelp when your knees hit the wall of the pool. A shadow is cast over you and water from Technoblade's body drips down onto you as he goes full throttle and rails you like this. Fuck.

"Techno Techno Techno please love-" you manage to get out before his thrusts take your voice away. You're belly feels warm again and you sob a bit defeated. You're heads clear again and you cry as your mind races. You can't hear his thoughts properly even now- too jumbled up in the midst of him borderline mindlessly fucking you. You however can hear the Chat clearly once again. It makes your gut twist disgustingly deliciously.

Fuck baby you're doing so good

while crying is sexy can you plz go back to making those cute noises k thanx

they're not enjoying it anymore don't be fucking rude :/

Roughnoblade /neg

(Y/N) oh poor baby they're crying!!

Techno you're being too rough damn bitch

hey you're okay love you're okay plz don't cry....

Gods we're so sorry but you DO look so fucking hot like this

fuck I bet you're going to bruise so nice

Yeah techno is going to be staring at them until they heal up lmao

You bite your lip and just take it until that twisted feeling snaps and you cum like this. Techno rides out your orgasm before you feel him get bigger (or you tightned in discomfort) and he spills into you. You whimper when he pulls out and you feel the hot cum start to slide out of you. Unfortunately for you, your lover doesn't leave you bent over the cold bathing pool's edge like that for howver long you wished to and readjusts your limp form before he finishes cleaning you. You sniffle as he takes ypu out of the water and bundles you up in the softest towel he has.

"It hurt." You said simply and Technoblade glances up at where he was now kneeling by your legs, helping you put on your underwear. He looked almost guilty.

"I'm sorry," he says softly.

"G̸̨͍͍̮͙̝͍̲̾͆̌̅̓̾̕Ȏ̵̡̡̳̣̟͕͍͍̘̱͗͝͝Ô̸̪̯̰̅͗͠D̷̟̘̦͕̼͈̻̏͗̋̂̿̔̕͘," he thinks.

You wonder if he still hopes you don't hear him.

[fan4196]

Happiness (Part 3)

Evermore

Hey everyone here’s part 3, the last part, as requested by so many of you. Hope you like it. Enjoy!

-

After they dropped Izzie of at the hospital to see her mother alone at first, Jo convinced Alex to drive them to the loft and order some lunch. The twins were already sleepy from the flight and also jet lagged, so Alex gave in and drove them to the place he once called home instead of driving them around city, looking for a hotel to stay at.

As soon as they walked through the loft door, Alex has this weird feeling of being home again. It feels like the place where he belongs, the place he once thought he would start a family with Jo in - now he sort of does but he also feels like a complete stranger. Like he shouldn't be here. Like he shouldn't be allowed to feel like home here.

He immediately notices the missing of all their pictures. The corner were is workout stuff used to be holds two cribs and a changing table now. Most of the stuff he once brought into the loft is gone. Jo's closet is half empty and all in all it just doesn't look like it used to.

All of them get rid of their shoes and jackets and Jo prepares the bed for the twins, so they could take a nap. She and Alex sat on the couch talking until the twins woke up again and they ordered pizza.

The evening went over rather quickly with them watching movies and playing games. Heavy hearted the twins said goodbye to their new friend Jo, but got immediately excited again when she promised to accompany them at the zoo tomorrow.

Exhausted Jo falls into bed that night. Letting the day reminisce. She's really relieved that the twins immediately liked her and also that Alex is back or at least near. It makes her feel safer, to know that if something would happen now Alex is only a fifteen minutes drive away and not a three and a half hours flight. Although her due date is still seven weeks away, you just never know.

-

For Alex the next morning starts quite early - like almost every day with the twins but today they are extra excited. From getting them dressed, through breakfast and through out the whole car ride to the loft, they couldn't stop talking and asking about Jo.

They pick Jo up from the loft and Alex drives them to the zoo. The twins chat happily with Jo and sing along to the Taylor Swift songs she plays for them. Alex is quiet the whole car ride, smiling and thinking about how this right here is everything he ever wanted - a family with Jo.

At the zoo they start with the otter as requested by the twins. They walk the big round, looking at all the animals before then decide to take a break at the playground.

While the twins play and show Jo their skills at the monkeybars, Alex sits down on one of the benches from where he has a good few at them.

"Are they all yours?" An old man that sat down on the bench with Alex a few minutes ago asks all of a sudden.

"Yeah." Alex answers simply with a toothless smile, not really in the mood to explain his family constellation to a complete stranger.

"If an old man can give you an advise, try to keep them as happy as they are right now. If they are happy you are happy." He says before he stands up again and walks away.

"I see while I was gone you made a new friend your age." Jo jokes as she comes towards him and sits down on the bench.

"Shut up." He snorts, keeping his eyes on the twins.

"Never." She mocks, laughing at the sulky look on his face.

They sit in silence watching the twins play for a while, when out of nowhere Jo grabs Alex's leg and doubles over in pain.

"Jo what is it? Are you in pain? Jo talk to me!" Alex immediately asks concerned, grabbing her hand that's on his thigh, while his other hand strokes her back.

"I think I'm having contractions." Jo answers as the pain subsides and she sits up straight again.

"Since when?" He asks worried, not letting go of her hand while he's also not taking his eyes off of her.

"This morning?" She answers a little quieter, looking away to escape his look.

"What?"

"I'm having braxton hicks since probably a week. I saw Carina and she said everything was alright. But I don't think that those are braxton hicks, this one was way stronger and it hurt a lot more." She answers, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. Alex hand on hers was helping a little bit.

"Ok. Ahm we can do this. We're gonna get you to the hospital. Can you walk?" He asks before he gets up from the bench, holding his hands out to help her up.

"Yeah." Jo answers, taking both of his hands and letting him pull her up.

"Ok. Alexis! Eli! Come here! We need to go!" He screams in the twins direction, waving at them.

"Noo, Daddy." His daughter immediately complains from the sandpit.

"Yes. No complaints we need to take Jo to the hospital now!" He shouts again.

The twins know their dads serious voice so without further complaints they come running towards them and all of them make their way out of the zoo as fast as Jo can. Alex arm is around her to support her while walking and to stabalize her when another contraction hits.

"You're doing so good. Deep breaths." Alex whispers in her ear when they stop for another contraction break. His arms are around Jo, calmly stroking her back while her head is against his chest.

"It's way too early." She whispers a little out of breath from working through the contraction.

"I know. Let's get you to the hospital and see from there ok-" He says while her head still leans against his chest.

"Sir, Ma'am do you need help?" An older lady asks, coming up to them.

"No!" Alex immediately answers rather rudely which scares the lady off.

"Alex! They just wanted to be nice."

"They should mind their own god damn business." He answers "You good again?"

"Yeah." Jo nods and they keep walking, finally making their way out of the zoo.

"Ok you stay here with Jo and have an eye on her and I'm getting the car." Alex orders, already running off to get the car.

"Are the babies hurting you, Jojo?" Eli asks as he sits down beside Jo on the bench in front of the zoo.

"A little bit but it's fine. It's nothing you have to worry about, ok?" Jo assures him with a smile stroking his hair. "There's your dad. Come on."

They get up from the bench while Alex parks in front of them. He quickly gets out of the car to help Jo in the passenger seat and the twins buckling up in the backseats.

During their ride to the hospital the car is silent. The twins are completely quiet while Jo calmly works through her contractions and Alex tries to get them as fast but also as safe as possible to the hospital.

"Kiddos when we are at the hospital a nurse will take you to your mom, ok?" He explains to the twins, watching them nod in the rearview mirror.

"Ok daddy."

"Good." He takes his view from his kids and takes a quick look at Jo, "You ok?"

"Yeah." She smiles as he reaches for her hand to let her squeeze it during the next contraction.

"Ok unbuckle. I'm gonna get you in a second ok?" He tells Jo before he gets the twins inside where a nurse takes them to Izzie. He comes back with a wheelchair and helps Jo sitting down in it.

"Karev? You can't park here." Owen orders as he comes around the car, which is parked directly in front of the ER door.

"Jo's in labor!" Alex replies immediately, handing his key to Owen.

"Alright don't worry. Go get her admitted I'm gonna take care of your car."

"Thanks Owen." Alex screams as he pushes Jo into the ER.

"Stop!" Jo interrupts Alex before he can get them into the elevator, "Levi! Can you go to my place and get me my hospital bag it's right at the front door?" She stops the resident before he could walk past them.

"Are you in labor?" He asks totally surprised.

"Yes."

"Oh my god. Ahm- Of course. I still have my key."

"Thanks." Jo smiles, letting go of his arm so Alex can get them onto the elevator.

He pushes the number to the OB/Gyn floor and squads down in front of Jo, taking her hands in his.

"You're doing so good." He smiles up to her, his eyes softly looking at her.

"It's way too early." She whispers, trying to hold back tears while she keeps looking into his soft, brown eyes.

"It's not. You are 30 weeks which is far enough for them to survive. You kept them save as long as you could and once they're out I promise that I'll keep them save as long as they need, ok?" He assures her softly.

"I'm so glad you are here right now." She whispers.

"Me too."

The opening doors of the elevator interrupt their moment of intimacy and Alex gets her admitted and into a room.

"Jo, bambina I didn't expect you here so soon. Oh hello Doctor Karev." Carina DeLuca greets then as she walks into Jo's room.

"Hi Doctor DeLuca." Alex returns her greeting.

"Carina." She smiles at him, as she puts on a pair of gloves.

"Carina. Alex." He smiles back, taking Jo's clothes from her and puts them on the chair in corner.

"Ok let's see. Did your water already break, Jo?" Carina asks, getting the ultrasound machine ready.

"No- yes." Jo corrects her answer, as she feels the liquid running down her leg.

"Alright then there's no turning back now. Your bambino's want to come today. Can you lay down so I can do an ultrasound and check how far you are dialated?" She asks, getting everything ready.

Alex helps Jo on the bed and sits down on the chair beside her while Carina does the ultrasound and checks her.

"Your babies look great. They are both with their heads down which means we can try the vaginal birth you wanted." Carina smiles, taking off her gloves.

"Yes."

"Perfecto. I'll give you an IV with fluids and something to develop their little lungs and then we'll see. You are seven centimeters so you'll have a little more to go." Carina informs them before she gets the ultrasound machine to take it with her again.

"Thank you Carina." Alex smiles at the OB as he gets up to help Jo sit up again.

"Of course. I'll send a nurse for your IV and check on you in an hour."

"Thank you." Jo smiles.

Carina pads Alexs shoulder before she leaves the two alone again.

"If you need to get the twins or something you can go, I'm fine." Jo turns to Alex.

"Hell no I'm not leaving your side again. Izzie can take care of them for once." He replies, sitting down in his chair again.

"What do you mean?"

"Since the day I got there she plays the 'You missed five years of their life' card which means I have them 24/7 and she doesn't give a shit about them. Don't get me wrong I love my kids but Izzie couldn't care less. She's happy when they are at school or at a friends house and she doesn't have to deal with them all day. Why do you think she has this big ass farm with a hundred animals and a nanny? Just so they can run around outside and she has her quiet inside the house." He vents, laying his head back agains the headrest of the chair.

"So you have them all the time?"

"Yeah they basically live at my place and visit Izzie when she's free on the weekends."

Jo had heard enough, with Alex's help she gets up from the bed and sits down on one of the yoga balls. Closing her eyes and thinking about everything Alex just told her. 

The next few hours go by quietly. Carina checks on Jo every hour and Alex tries to help Jo whenever she needs it.

"I'm thinking about moving here again." Alex voice breaks the silence from his new place on the bed, "Would that be ok with you?"

"What?" She asks again, opening her eyes to be sure he really said what he said.

"I wanna be closer to you and our babies. I wanna see them growing up, Jo. I already missed the first five years once and I don't wanna miss them again. I wanna be their dad - who is around, who is there for their their first words and their first steps. I wanna change dirty diapers and get puked on, I wanna take them to daddy and me classes, I wanna have the whole damn thing - if you'll let me." He finishes, waiting for her answer, "Jo?"

He gets up from the bed and walks to her. Seeing that her eyes are closed, he takes her hands.

"I need to push."

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An hour later their beautiful babies are born.

Small but healthy. They need a little help with their breathing but other than that they are both perfectly fine.

Jo has Emery on her chest, Alex has Parker for a little skin to skin time. They are all four curled up on the hospital bed - happier than they ever believed they could be.

"They are so perfect Jo." Alex whispers, watching his son and daughter sleeping peacefully.

"They really are." She smiles towards Alex, "And yes."

"Yes what?" He asks, now looking at Jo.

"You can have the whole damn thing if you want but only if I'll get the whole damn thing with your twins too." She throws him a toothless smile.

"Are you saying-"

"I'm saying after all I still love you and I wanna do this with you. I'll probably need a little more time to fully trust you again but I want them to have their dad around." She nods, not interrupting their stare.

"Thank you." He really doesn't know what other to say.

They get interrupt by a knock and the door opening.

"I'm so sorry Jo that it took this long. I got pulled into a surgery with Bailey- Oh my god you had the babies." Levi stops in this movement.

"Thanks Levi." Jo smiles at him.

"Sure. They are perfect, Jo. Congratulations."

He smiles at them before he puts the bag down at the door and leaves the four alone again.

"How come you call him Levi?" Alex asks interested, watching her carefully.

"He was my roommate for a while right after you left." She answers, carefully stroking her daughters rosy cheek.

"Oh-"

"And Taryn too." She adds, taking her glance of her daughter now looking at him again.

"Who?" He asks, scrunching his nose as he returns her glance.

"Helm."

"Oh ok."

Another knock at the door interrupts them. This time it's one of the nurses.

"Are you up for some visitors?" She asks carefully before she opens the door completely as Jo nods. And the twins come into the room.

"Hey guys. Come on in." Alex assures them as they are a little careful. But within a minute they are on the bed with the rest.

"Eli, Alexis those are Emery and Parker." Alex announces with the biggest smile an his face. Right in this moment he was the happiest man alive.

"They are so tiny." His daughter marvels over her little siblings. Scooting closer to her dad to have a better look at her new baby brother.

"They are." Jo laughs at the twins reaction.

"But they are soo cute." Eli adds, scooting a little closer to Jo to get an even better look.

"Right? Don't you think that Parker looks just like your daddy?" Jo asks, pulling the blanket a little from Parker's face so the twins have a better few.

"A little." Alexis agrees with a nod.

"Can we hold them?" Eli asks excited, scooting even closer to Jo.

"Sure. Are you guys strong enough to get me this bag?" Jo asks them, ponying towards the bag Levi just brought.

"I'll get it."

"Thank you, Eli. Let's get them dressed then you can hold them ok?"

The twins nod before they help Jo dressing Emery and Parker. When the smallest Karevs are dressed Jo gets something else out of the bag and hands one to Alex.

"I think you were right about their heads. These are a little big now but just think about their heads if they would have been full term."

"Where do you have those from?" Alex looks at the little hat in his hand, before he looks at Jo.

"Your mom send them."

"You're still in touch with my mom?" He blankly.

"Yeah. And Amber and Matt. And I finally met Aaron too-"

"When?" He asks quite surprised.

"Well your mom invited me to Easter and Amber, Matt, the kids and Aaron where there too."

"We would have been there too but the twins were sick," Alex gasps, looking at Jo.

"Well now we're all gonna be there for Christmas." Jo smiles at him.

"We will." He smiles back.

[nia-journals]

Blind Date | YOONMIN Short Story

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park jimin sat in the cushioned chair, blind folded, wearing his casual best, in hopes of impressing whichever stranger his partner turned out to be. you see, his best friend jeon jungkook, had dragged him to one of those blind date events taking place in their city and now jimin sat like a complete idiot and for what? why was he trying so hard? he told himself he couldnt care less about this outing so why did he even bother wearing his best jeans?

jimin sighed and as the countdown on the intercom reached 0 he could hear footsteps approaching. this made jimin a bit anxious. his eyes were bound, he didnt know where in the room his friend jungkook sat and in less a second he would meet a complete stranger he’d spend the rest of this forsaken date with. jimin’s fight or flight instict ticked as he felt someone walk dangerously close to his chair. why the fuck did he agree to this? jimin thought, it was safe to say that whoever came up with a blind dinner date pop-up event was a complete idiot. he now sat in high alert waiting to defend himself despite the circumstances and the obvious fact that he couldnt see anything at all.

so he sat and waited; jimin was beginning to think he’d been stood up even in this stupid blind date. that is, until he heard;

“hello?” a stranger with a deep voice approached him, “im min yoongi,” his voice was eargasmic, it made the little hairs on jimin’s arms stand up and sent chills down his back.

“park jimin,” jimin introduced himself in a shy and unsually low tone. jimin wasnt usually shy but this man’s voice alone made him feel small, intimidated and dominated even.

“should we get right to it?” the stranger’s disembodied yet gravelly voice suggested, “i cant really ask you what you like to eat cause that’s against the rules so, ima take a hunched here and hope you enjoy it. is that ok jimin?”

jimin nodded like an idiot, in a trance. unlike five seconds ago now jimin mentally thanked whoever’s stupid idea was to wear blindfolds cause if not yoongi would be completely exposed to his dialated pupils which signaled his lovey dovey eyes.

“ok, i placed the order. when it comes out please be completely honest with me,” yoongi said, after quietly thanking who i assumed was the server, “i promise i wont cry too hard.”

yoongi’s chuckle.

wow.

that was the most beautiful sound jimin’s ears have ever had the pleasure of hearing. the captivating sound was light and addictive, jimin wanted yoongi to chuckle all throught the night.

“don’t worry yoongi,” jimin let out instinctively. it didn’t matter how nasty what yoongi picked out for him was, he would lie, cheat, fibble, he would do anything to get a shot at a second date with this stranger with the honey dipped voice, “i wont go too hard on you.”

“no, please do but maybe lie about it to the host and we can always try again on our second date.”

jimin smiled, maybe a little too widely and he had to quickly remind himself that yoongi could still in fact see the idiotic smile plastered on his face, “already in for a second date? are you that whipped already?”

“i mean, look at you, park jimin. youre a whole vision in itself. i could sit here all night and talk about how perfect you look.”

“you havent even seen half of my face yet min yoongi,” jimin scoffed in a joking manner.

“fair enough park jimin,” he spoke in a tone of newfound confidence and determination, his voice dropped about two octaves and jimin again froze at how deep and addicting it was to listen to min yoongi’s voice, “let’s get to know eachother before our meal comes to us.”

“fine,” jimin said clearing his throat, “that sounds fine by me.”

“are you from this area jimin?” yoongi asked in his husky tone. fuck this man’s voice would surely be jimin’s demise. he couldnt wait to take his blindfold off to reveal the face of the stranger whose voice had jimin wrapped around his finger.

“no, im actually from busan. i moved out to seoul with some of my friends for school.” jimin said.

“you all go to the same university?” he questioned.

“yeah we do. we all applied together and got in together so we just moved in together and attend the same school,” jimin shrugged. he was infact lucky to have friends who shared similar interests and life aspirations. lucky enough that after high school graduation while everyone waved goodbye to their bestfriends, jimin, taehyung and jungkook were packing together ready to take on the next four years of college right by eachother’s side.

“youre very lucky,” yoongi confessed, “not many people get to attend the same school as their bffs after high school. usually people grow apart.”

“yeah im glad i have them here with me. i’d be a lone wolf in seoul if it wasnt for them.” jimin said. “one of my bestfriends, jungkook, was actually the one who dragged me here?”

“wait are you an introvert park jimin?” yoongi questioned. jimin couldn’t see much of yoongi but he could feel the subtle movements the stranger made in his chair at the other end of the table.

“im as introverted as they come. it took a whole lot of will power, a lot of convincing by my friend jungkook and a million pep-talks from our dorm room to here to get me to calm down a bit,” jimin confessed.

“are you nervous right now jimin?” he let out in a soft yet deep under-tone. his whispering made him sound like an asmrist and jimin wasn’t sure he could handle listening to him talk im such a low tone any longer.

“well i was nervous yoongi, but-“ he began, “your voice.”

“what about my voice?” yoongi asked and jimin could almost hear the cockiness in his voice.

“it’s soothing yoongi, it’s really calming my nerves,” jimin was completely transparent with the man. well of course jimin hid the fact that aside from calming him down a bit, yoongi’s voice also aroused him. that detail he could definitely keep to himself, “in that case i’ll keep talking,” he was definitely now going to begin using his sweet and deep voice against jimin for the rest of the night, “what do you study in school, jimin?”

“dance,” jimin let out, “contemptorary dance to be exact.”

“have you danced for long?” yoongi questioned.

“since i was 9 years old.”

“so youre a professional?”

“i wouldn’t say so, i have a long way to go to be considered professional.” jimin answered modestly.

“i bet your the best in your whole university,” yoongi complimented him in such a casual tone.

“well thank you,” jimin said shyly, yoongi surely knew all the right things to say, “but im not even the best in the whole junior class,”

“i find that hard to believe. on our second date how about you show me your moves?” the butterflies in jimin’s stomach were out of control at yoongi’s blatant proposition.

but at that moment jimin promised himself that he would go dancing with yoongi on their second date.

“let’s take it one second at a time yoongi, i dont even know if i like the food you picked out for me yet,” jimin teased him, “what if it was a complete miss?”

“it won’t be, my gut never lies to me.” yoongi was definitely cocky but jimin thought that was part of his charm. jimin definitely liked it.

jimin laughed, god he wished he could see yoongi’s face right about now, “what about you yoongi? are you in school? are you from seoul?”

“ah, no-“ yoongi started, “im not from seoul, i was born and raised in daegu. i actually, like you, moved to seoul for school and studied music production. i graduated a few months ago. now i work with my friend who’s an upcoming rapper.”

“congratulations on graduating,” jimin offered and yoongi thanked him in return.

“whats his name?” jimin questioned, honestly wanting to know if he’s heard of his friends work at anytime, “your rapper friend. maybe ive heard the music you guys have made together before,”

“his names rm,” yoongi let out non-chalant but jimin almost chocked on his water.

“you’re friends with rm?” jimin let out in an overly excited tone, “my best friend jungkook loves rm.”

“i could get you two tickets to his next underground show if you’d like?” he asked, his offer sounded sincere.

“i couldn’t-“ jimin let up, “we just met yoongi. i wouldnt want you to have the wrong idea of me.”

“i could never park jimin,” there he goes saying jimin’s name again, it sounded so fucking perfect coming from him and jimin could honestly sit and hear yoongi say his name over and over and over until the sun comes up, “how about this, if you like the food i picked for you, i’ll take you and your friend jungkook to the next rm concert.”

“how about we leave the concert for a third date, i want you all to myself on the dance floor for our second date,” jimin said feeling fearless, teasing him a bit in the process, “well if i like the food you picked out for me, that is.”

“thats a deal park jimin, good thing we’re about to find out.” yoongi said, and less the a second later jimin could smell the delicious food being placed in front of him.

“do you want me to help you with that?” yoongi asked as he noticed jimin struggling a bit to find his fork.

“if you could please,” jimin was about to be fed by a stranger with the most mesmerizing voice. to say his heart was going to beat right out of his chest was no exaggeration.

a couple seconds later, yoongi let out an “open up,” and jimin was met with his favorite kind of pasta, shrimp scampi. jimin was glad yoongi picked out a meal he liked because this meant they had a chance at a second date and jimin couldnt wait.

immidiately jimin clicked the right button under his side of the table signaling he’s liked the dinner picked out by blind date partner. jimin quickly took off his blind fold and after his eyes adjusted to the bright lights in the room he was met with the most beautiful man he’s ever laid eyes on. his tanned skin was honey-like and there was a perfect contrast between his brown sugar skin and his plain white t-shirt. his wide gummy smile made his eyes turned to small crescent moons and at that moment jimin couldnt believe that such a perfect voice belonged to such a perfect human being.

“are you ready to put your dancing shoes on for our second date?” jimin asked as yoongi’s gummy smile grew in size.

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thanks for reading <3

[a-human-washed-ashore]

Drought.

Once again, the air I breathe, is moist. The mould has been getting stronger, all round these concrete walls. These stairs that were once marble from the top, now force me to puke every hour or so. It's all so rotten. Fate is.

Truly an ant on these cursed plains of the planet, stuck in an endless loop of spine shattering stairs. How many more times do I have to slip and fall back down a floor or two until I can't stand up again?

Is my consciousness truly worth losing over wanting to leave this place? Can my nerves handle the needle'ish pain that shoves itself deeper when I fall?

Can I, handle the weight of my dreams?

Selfish, isn't it.

To be discontent with what I've got.

To aim for more.

To leave these moulded concrete walls.

Can a weak, little human being, change what they're fated with?

Can they break out of the cycle, that constantly eats them alive?

Can they strive to live, even if there's no reason to?

Cast those thoughts away as a hopeless wish and continue to squirm around in pain on these stairs that give you anxiety each time you stand up to climb them.

See what things like hope do you.

Nothing but a state of mind.

Give it an unfortunate event or two and you'll regret ever wanting for something more than you've got.

It's simply how it is.

It's how you work.

Craving control of things you can't fully grasp in the palm of your hand without shaking in place is pointless.

Let me tell you a story.

About a human, that once fell into a well, without realizing, that it'll change their life in a brink of a moment.

It was no simple well. The deeper they fell, the less they felt the numbing pain of hitting into each wall.

Until finally, his numb body felt the final thud of himself against the rotten to the brim bricks that told him "that's it".

And by a miracle, after many months, their pupils dialated once again. The sheer darkness surrounding them, their raw, bruised and open skin against the inside this endless pit that was now asociated with nothing but agony, filled them with hopelessness to such extent, they wish they were dead.

The human closed their eyes, thinking about all of the different possibilities they could leave this putrid place, while clenching their teeth that was forced onto them even after months to come.

Unable to bear it, they rolled over to their side, trying to find comfort in this hell spawn of a situation that they were thrown into. Only to fall asleep and drift into what was left of their half conscious brain.

That night, day or maybe evening, they dreamt of everything that they've exprienced before succumbing deep into these demonic clenches of their fate. Some memories sweet and exciting, some pointless and depressing. "The single thing that seperates my past with the current moment is that I was able, able to feel, experience whatever life gave me. How I wish, I would be able to thank everyone for every single thing, good or bad. Because now, I'm left with nothing but these damp walls and dead, rotted insects. God. How I wish...But no matter! I'll do my best to climb these blood stained clay bricks, I've still got plenty of places to go and many people to know! This isn't the end.", said the human, dreaming of the future that is yet to come. Unfortunetely, never to wake up again.

[jbbuckybarnes]

Italian

Bucky x Reader (Agent 16) Description: Bucky finally wants to take you out on a real date. Warnings: Fluffy fluff

Agent 16 Masterlist | General Masterlist

There was a smile on Bucky’s face everytime you walked into the kitchen for breakfast. It was a new occurence and you had noticed. You didn’t really know why. Sure, he had a crush on you. A date made that pretty clear. But all you did was walk into the room. How could that work every single time? You sat down next to him, stealing the pack of fruit loops away from him. “Morning, sugar face.” he gave you a lopsided sleepy smile. “Morning, dumpling bean.” a grin spread over your face. “I think I’m gonna vomit.” Sam’s voice echoed from the kitchen door. “If you clean it up.” you shrugged and earned a chuckle from James.

After Sam had made himself a peanutbutter sandwich he left for his room and the two of you were alone again. A pleasant silence with soggy cereal. A common Monday in the Avengers compound. “Why do you smile everytime I come here?” you asked into the silence. “Dunno. I just like to see you.” “But how does that work every single morning?” “You’re just-. You’re a factor for my happiness since, you know.” he got a little nervous and fidgety. “Buck.” you didn’t really have more words for him and instead went over his arm and fixed his hair. “Still need to live up to that promise of a proper date. You have time today?” he suddenly gained back his confidence. “Of course. Who doesn’t have time for pizza?” a shared smirk. Three hours later you were in comfortable and casual clothes and sitting in a cute little Italian place in Manhattan. “The most important question first: Pineapple on pizza?” he started. “Nope. I hate pineapples in general. They’re a bit too acidic in my opinion. Whatever floats your boat tho.” “Don’t like it either.” he pointed out while studying the menu. While you were trying to decide between a specific pasta dish and your usual favorite pizza he stared over at your frowning face and grinned. “Are you ready to order?” “Yes, I’ll take a Green Garden Pizza.” “Caprese and a small pasta with your new pesto.” “Anything special to drink?” He looked at you, “No, we’re good with what we have right now.” As soon as the waitress was gone you leaned forward, “Don’t wanna get me drunk, huh?” “I’ve seen you drunk last March. That was a journey and not a good one.” he chuckled. “I’m glad I cut back on that.” you snorted at the stories people told you about that evening going through your mind. “Blue or Green?” “Blue.” “Steve or Tony?” “Steve.” “Nat or Me?” “Bucky…that’s a horrible question.” You both knew each other on a level that made you unaware of the little things and he decided a question round would be a great idea. You would get into the deep things later on anyway. “That’s like me choosing between you and Steve.” “I’d kick you if you wouldn’t choose him.” you pointed at him. “I mean he kinda is my little brother I guess.” “You both definitely act like siblings.” you rolled your eyes with a smile. “Hey! You and Nat ain’t better.” “True.” The food arrived and you had no time to talk much with food that was this level of excellence. “Wanna try that pasta with me?” you asked and put it between the both of you. “If only it were spaghetti.” “We’re not in a Disney movie, Barnes. You actually have to ask for things in the real world.” you giggled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” he sent you a wink and those butterflies went bananas in your chest. “How can you even eat that much?” he asked with a full mouth, knowing you were not fazed by it. “I don’t know, but the food baby is growing.” you giggled showing off your food belly. Something about that movement over your body made his brain go crazy. He couldn’t pinpoint why but he KNEW his pupils were dialated and you just weren’t noticing. “You can have the rest.” you said exhausted after a while and earned a soft grin. You two had such a platonic vibe but god were you falling for each other. The way back home turned into a walk through central park with his arm close around your waist. Mainly because you were feeling like a zombie after overeating all the good food. “You just don’t know when to stop, huh?” he grinned down at you. “Don’t blame me. It’s so good. Worth the stomach pain.” “I get it. My Ma’s recipes are my kryptonite to this day.” “Do you still have ‘em?” “Some.” “We can make one this week…only if you want of course.” you suggested a bit all over the place. “Sounds good to me, sugar.” a light squeeze on your waist signaled you to walk towards the car that would bring you home again. You were following him to his room, still chatting. Sneaking in without Sam noticing, that would be the worst. Walking past the wardrobe you grabbed a sweater of his and put it on over your shirt. “You look so pretty in them, doll.” he stood right in front of you, grabbing your waist. “Thanks, Sergeant.” your eyes slowly went up with the last word and you saw his pupils dialating. “I think I might combust if you won’t let me kiss you today, 16.” his voice was dark, his hands grabbed harder. “Kiss me anytime you want, soldier boy.” your hands wandered behind his head before he finally dipped down to melt your lips together. A content grumble from him could be felt on your chest. Faster breathing from you had him encase you in a tighter hug. You both let go painfully slow. “God, I love you.” he mumbled against your lips. “Love you too.” you whispered before a second makeout session ensued.

[yelenasdog]

rockstar (peter parker x gn reader)

genre: fluff with a lil angst 

summary: peter always comes to the reader when he’s hurt, but reader wonders if it could mean something more.

words: 1465 ( more or less LMAO)

warnings: light cursing, peter being hurt, some kissing? idk if that counts sorry lol.

a/n: hello! so this is inspired by the song Lover of Mine by 5 Seconds of Summer so i strongly reccomend listening to it by reading! if u prefer to read it on wattpad from my peter parker imagines book, click here !

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knock knock!

I was abrubtly woken from my peaceful sleep by the loud sounds coming from my window.

"What the hell," I muttered out as I groggily checked the current time. 3:47 am. I reluctantly made my way over, having a feeling it was a certain webslinger. I peeled open the entrance to see Peter, still in his spidey suit, without the mask may I add. I grabbed onto his broad shoulders, pulling him through the opening, almost slipping on the hard floor due to my fuzzy socks.

"Pete, what are you doing, people could see you without the mask." I heard his feet as he quietly padded over to sit on my soft comforter with an obvious limp.

I went over to my lamp and switched it on, a warm glow being strewn across the room by it. As Peter sat on my bed, I turned to meet him, gasping at what had been brought to my attention by the light. I rushed over to the boy, pressing the spider in the center of his suit, causing it to slide off and pool at his feet.

Peter grimaced as I soflty dragged my fingers against his bruised and battered skin from where I sat on the floor next to my bed.

"What happened to you, Pete?" I spoke, looking up at him, my facial expression laced with concern.

"Well," he began as he tried to sit up, groaning in the process, "just got hit a little harder than usual, that's all. It's no biggie, really."

I sighed, placing a tender hand on his from where I sat on the floor in a crouching position. I stood up, my hand staying in the same position.

"It kinda looks like a biggie, bud." One of my hands moved to run itself through his messy brown locks as I looked him up and down once more, scanning for any underlying injuries I might have missed at first look.

He flashed me a tired smile which I returned.

"I'm gonna go grab some stuff to patch you up, k?" This time I gave him a small smile, and he was the one who returned it gratefully.

"Thank you y/n." I squeezed his now bare hand, standing and turning to go.

"It's no problem, Pete, honestly." 

As I tried to leave, he lightly tugged me back by my wrist, catching me by surpise. My breath caught in my throat at the action.

"Really, y/n, I don't know what I would do without you."

I smiled at him once more, "Same to you, BugBoy"

He released my hand, allowing me to go get his supplies. As I gathered what I needed from the cabinet, my head was clouded with thoughts of the boy. The same thoughts that had been clouding my head since the day I had met him.

We had first met at midtown through decathlon, and grew quite close. I was entranced by the boy and everything about him, from his starwars obsession to the way he would rant about different scientific theories. It made my heart swell for reasons I would like to think I couldn't understand. He would confine in me with any problems he was going through, such as Uncle Ben passing, or even some of his biggest secrets, Spider-Man being one of them.

He hadn't meant for me to find out. Not in the way I did, at least.

It had been after a long day at school, when Ned had gone to hang out with Peter and build the lego deathstar, and I tagged along to surprise him, as I had been gone on a trip for quite some time and wanted to see him. Turns out I was the one in for a surprise, because I found out peter was Spider-Man that same day when he walked in on the ceiling through his window. It was a bit of a shock to say the least.

My feelings had only grown for the boy since that point, which also left me with uncalled for emotions that I had a difficult time dealing with. Especially when Peter would do this every time he would get hurt. This whole routine of coming to me at ungodly hours of the night, and me patching him up every time without question. It was sad to say the least. 

The way my heart would ache for the boy in red, so much so that I would sacrifice so much for his happiness, whatever form that would take. 

I tried to deny the feelings that would arise when I was around him, and God, was it difficult. I looked myself in the mirror, taking a deep breath. I walked back out to where Peter was waiting for me, reaching out and placing all the supplies on my mahogony side table.

"I know you hate hearing this, but we might have to do stitches, Pete."

He groaned, looking up to my poster covered ceiling as if one of the singers on the paper would somehow deny the fact he needed the medical attention.

He looked back at me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Come on, Rockstar? Really?"

My heart swelled at the nickname he had gifted me after finding out about my love for music, one of the many things we bonded over. I was tempted to give in, but quickly snapped out of it.

"Nice try, Peter, but this is for your own good, so lets just get it over with, yeah?"

His head dropped and he nodded, looking down to his feet.

"Head up, bub, I need to be able to see what I'm doing and get this done before it starts to scab." I could have sworn Peter's pupils dialated and he seemed a little off at the pet name, but yet again, it was nearly 4 am, so I very well could have been imagining things, and probably was.

As I started to run the needle through the forming scar, he let out a whimper, gripping my shoulder in pain as his eyes screwed shut. He did this often, grabbing me “as hard as he could” whenever he was hurting. 

It was an idea I had introduced to him to deal with any especially bad injuries, our little way of dealing with the pain. I knew it might cause me some minor damage, as he would never hurt me. I assured Peter every time that I felt okay, but something nagged at me telling me he felt guilty, and that he wasn't gripping as hard as he could.

As I went through what I imagined was an especially painful part, he cursed loudly under his breath.

"Fuck!"

I stopped what I was doing momentarily to check on him after the short outburst, unusual for his kind and calm demeanor.

"Are you okay, Peter?"

He moved his large hands to tightly grip his hair, moving down to his neck, back and forth.

"No, y/n! I'm not okay. I'm hurting, I'm hurting so bad, y/n/n" His volume increased and decreased again, silent tears falling down his face.

I had dropped the needle that I had been using, shocked by his volume. I picked it back up again, resuming my task with conceringly shaky hands.

"I can try to be softer if it would help, Pete." My voice was gentle as I spoke, in a feeble attempt to not upset him further. 

He looked at me and to his shoes as he began to talk, his voice low I could barely hear him.

"No, y/n, it's not you, you're doing amazing, it's just," he didn't finish his sentence, he rather just trailed off.

I blew out a deep breath, my eyes never leaving the work in front of me.

"What is it, Peter?"

I tied the knot on the stiches, cutting the thread and disposing of the needle in the small biohazard waste kit froom the first aid box.

I stood up directly in front of him to where I was slightly higher up than him. I reached a hand forward, wiping away a stray tear. He took my wrists in his hands, taking me off guard.

"Actually, y/n, I lied." I tensed, concerned about what he was going to say.

"It is you. It's always been you."

Confusion consumed me as I shook my head, and I wondered if it was just my tired state that had caused the emotions.

"Peter, what do you mean you're not making any sens-"

Before I could finish my sentence, he leaned forward encapsulating our lips in a sweet and long awaited kiss. He let go of my wrists, moving his own hands, one to rest around my waist protectivley, the other on the back of my neck under my hair. I moved one of mine to lazily drape over his left shoulder, the other playing with the curls on the nape of his neck. The kiss lasted a long while, but not long enough.

Our hands went to the sides of each others faces when we parted, and his own strong hands started running small circles on my jaw. As we struggled to catch our breaths, he began to speak, the boyish smile I loved so much covering his face.

"My feelings for you are there, Y/n, always have been, and they always will be. I want you to take all of me, Rockstar."

I giggled at the wording of his statement, appreciating it nonetheless. He pressed our foreheads together, a mutal content taking over us.

"Although that was extremely cheesy, I’ll allow it this once. You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that, BugBoy."

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idk how i feel about this tbh, kinda love it kinda hate it. stay funky! xx hj

[meganwritesfanfics]

Born in the U.S.A (Josh Lyman x Reader)

Part 2 of 3

Word Count:  2083

I know that my medical knowledge is not sound but its a fanfic so it doesn’t have to be logical 

The office was frantic trying to figure out a way to get Y/N to a hospital without drawing the attention of the press, the last thing they needed was for someone to see an ambulance at the White House. 

“We can’t have an ambulance show up at the White House, we will never be able to convince people of what actually happened.” Toby said as he paced back and forth. 

“I agree with Toby, can we just use the car?” Y/N said breathlessly as another contaction hit her. “Sam,” She cried and the man who was in the corner on the phone. 

“He won’t answer his phone.” 

“It probably died.” Y/N said before she let out a scream due to another contraction. 

Elsewhere on the hill Josh, unaware of the fact that his wife was in labor, was fighting. 

“Listen, we are not talking about gun reform today Josh.” The man screamed at him as Josh laughed head in hands. 

“No that is exactly what we need to talk about.” Josh exclaimed. 

Suddenly a woman burst into the room. 

“Josh Lyman you have a telephone call.” 

“Who is it?” Josh sighed as he pulled out his cellphone noticing that it was dead. “Damn-it.” 

“Sam Shepard, he says its urgent.” 

“Will you excuse me,” Josh said as he quickly made his way after the secretary who looked positively terrified of him. “Sam what do you want.” Josh snapped slightly angry for being pulled out of his meeting but that anger was quickly replaced with fear when he heard the sound of a woman screaming more specifically, Y/N. “What is it what’s wrong Sam!.” Josh screamed tears in his eyes 

“Y/N went into labor.” Sam said seriously. 

Josh almost took off running until he remembered he wasn’t on his cell phone. 

“Where is she what hospital did you take her to.” He said gripping the phone tightly. 

“Um…” Sam started. “We didn’t.” 

“What do you mean? Sam what is going on.” 

“She’s in the Oval Office we are arguing over how we need to get her to the hospital.” 

“You are what!” Josh said dropping the phone as he began to run back to his car. “Tell him I’m on my way!” He yelled back. 

“Josh, Josh!” Sam called into the phone freaking out. 

“What is it what’s wrong?” Y/N asked panicking. At this point Leo and CJ had made there way into the room, CJ was holding her hand. 

“He’s on his way.” Sam insisted as he went over to Toby. 

“We need to get her to a hospital,” Leo said as he stood by the president. “I don’t care how we can deal with that later.” 

“That’s not going to be an option.” Abby quickly said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s 7 centimeters dialated, she is having this baby now.”

The whole room went silent as the reality of the situation set in. 

Within minutes the room was filled with as many doctors and nurses as they could find, Y/N was laying on the floor with Abby helping as best she could to comfort Y/N. Everyone else had been ushered into Leo’s office including the President. 

“You know the last time there was a baby born in the White House it was Grover Cleavland.” Jed said trying to ease the very clear tension in the room. 

“Where is Josh, he should have been here by now,” CJ insisted as she paced back and forth trying to ignore the screams coming from the next room. 

“He might have hit traffic or gotten lost, who knows with Josh.” Toby sighed. 

“Should I go after him, I feel like I should go look for him right, I’m going to go look for him.” Sam panicked as he started to leave but CJ grabbed him by his coat tails and pulled him back. 

“Don’t worry he will be here.” Leo said. “He wouldn’t miss this for the world, let us not forget that this has been the only thing he has been talking about for months.” 

           In the other room, they had gathered a few doctors mostly men, but Y/N really only felt comfortable with Abby. 

          “Where is he Abby, I don’t want to do this without him.” 

          “Y/N sweetie he is on his way, but for right now this baby is coming and you are going to need to push.” 

          Y/N shook her head as she felt the pressure of a contraction once more and she let out a loud scream. 

          “Damn-it!” Josh screamed as he sat in traffic. Of course Y/N had to go into labor right during rush hour. “Move!” He slammed on the horn only to get the finger from the person in front of him. He looked at his watch once more even though he had been checking it every second. “Screw it.” He said as he quickly through the car into park, pew the car into park,yanked the keys out of the ignition and bolted out of the car heading in the direction of the White House. 

        “Sam!” A voice in the Oval Office screamed causing Sam to jump. Quickly he headed in that direction. “Where is he?” Y/N cried. 

“I don’t know, he said he was on his way…” Sam started nervously when suddenly Josh burst into the office. “Oh thank god.” 

“Josh,” Y/N breathed reaching her hand out for him. 

“Hi baby.” He said as he rushed towards her. The minute he reached her she punched his arm. “Oww.” 

“Where were you?” Y/N screamed.

“I’m sorry, I got stuck in traffic.” He said grabbing her hand. “Speaking of, Sam I left my car in the middle of traffic will you please go get it.” 

“You did what!” 

“I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.” He said kissing her forehead. “That being said why in the hell is my wife giving birth in the Oval Office and not a hospital.” 

“We couldn’t have an ambulance come to the White House.” Toby said as everyone slowly crept their way into room. 

“Joshua,” Bartlet said coming over to Josh placing his hand on Josh’s shoulder. “Let us not worry about what happened let’s focus on what is happening, you are going to be a father.” 

“Jed, I need you to go back into Leo’s office ok, and Leo I need you to call that person you and I talked about.” Abby quickly said and instantly everyone knew that something was wrong. As everyone,who didn’t have a medical degree, hurriedly left the room Josh looked at Abby terrified. 

“What is it, what’s wrong?” He said as Y/N gripped his hand tightly as another contraction hit. 

“Josh I’m not an OBGYN, I can’t…” 

“Abby,” Y/N cried as she looked at her pleading. 

“I think the baby is in the wrong position.” Abby sighed. 

           “What does that mean?” Josh said worriedly. He was now behind Y/N so her back was against his chest. He was running his hands up and down her arms trying to comfort her. 

“Josh again I’m not an OBGYN, I don’t want to…” 

Y/N let out another scream as she gripped Josh’s hand harder. While Josh’s hand felt like it was being broken, it pained him more to hear Y/N in such pain. 

Suddenly a man was rushed into the room. 

“Dr. Carter, thank you so much for coming.” Abby quickly said and she quickly got up and went over to the man whispering. 

“Josh,” Y/N cried as the panic began to kick in. “I don’t think I can do this.” 

“Y/N you are the strongest woman I know, just think about the fact that we are going to meet our baby soon.” Josh said kissing the top of her head. 

“I’m going to tell C.J and Donna that you think I am the strongest woman you know.” Y/N teased. 

“I love you,” Josh said as Y/N looked up at him. She was covered in sweat and had tears streaking down her face, but he thought she looked so beautiful. 

“I love you too Lemon.” She said as she kissed him. 

“Hello, Mrs. Lyman.” The man said coming over. “I am Dr. Carter, I’m going to help you meet your baby.” 

Y/N smiled but the smile quickly faded as a contraction hit. 

“Now Abby thinks your baby is being stubborn and not wanting to come out.” 

“Josh Lyman’s baby is stubborn who would have guessed.” Y/N laughed trying to stay positive. 

“Hey it’s your baby too.” Josh said as he squeezed her arms.

“Do we know what the sex of the baby is?” 

“I do but Josh doesn’t want to know until the baby is born.” Y/N insisted.

“You can be really sweet sometimes Josh, you know that.” Abby said smiling as she brought a tray of very scary looking medical instruments to Dr. Carter.

“Alright well I’m going to take a look and see what’s going on. I’m going to need you to lie back.” 

Josh quickly moved positioning himself so that Y/N’s head was laying in his lap. 

“Now this is going to be very uncomfortable, maybe even painful.” The doctor said and Y/N nodded closing her eyes as she held onto Josh’s hands. 

“You know I told Toby that I would go into labor today just to spite him.” Y/N said trying her best to talk through the pain. 

“I’ll kill him,” Josh teased looking down at her lovingly. 

“How was your meeting?”

“You really want to talk about my meeting?” Josh laughed. 

“You know you should be grateful that I’m speaking to you nicely. My mother told me that when she had me, all she did was scream obscenities at my dad.” Y/N said gripping Josh’s hands tighter as a wave of pain hit. 

“Oh I would imagine that part is still to come my love.” Josh said kissing her forehead. 

Suddenly Dr. Carter looked up at Josh with a look that instantly made Josh nervous. Within in an instant Dr. Carter was up talking to Abby and the other doctors confirming. 

“Josh what’s wrong?” Y/N said panicking 

“Hey it’s ok just breathe.” Josh tried to calm her down even though he had now started to panic as well. 

That panic only worsened when Abby slipped out of the room into the room where everyone was waiting. 

“Josh.” Y/N said. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Lyman, I’m afraid this birth may be more complicated that we first anticipated.” Dr. Carter said seriously. 

“Will someone please tell us what in the hell is going on.” Josh snapped angry at all the secrecy. 

“The baby is in the wrong position and it’s shoulder is stuck at Y/N’s pelvic bone.” 

Y/N let out a noise that Josh wouldn’t even describe as human. He couldn’t tell if she was screaming because of the pain of another contraction or at what the doctor had just said. 

“Ok what does that mean,” Josh said.

“Mr. Lyman, may I talk to you alone for a minute.” 

“No, anything you have to say you can..” 

“Josh go talk to the doctor,” a voice said and suddenly Abby came back into the room followed by C.J and Sam and Toby. 

C.J quickly came over grabbing Y/N’s hand again. 

Sam and Toby quickly helped Josh to his feet then they walked with him over to the doctor. 

“In order to safely get your baby would be a c-section.” 

“Ok then let’s do that.” 

“We don’t believe that we can safely get Y/N to the hospital because the baby is in a space where any movement could be dangerous.” 

“Well what is the other options.” 

The doctor sighed. “The procedure would be me trying to manipulate the baby back into the right place. It will be extremely painful for Y/N and there is a high risk.” 

“I don’t get what you are trying to tell me, both those ideas sound bad, what are the other options.” 

The doctor was silent. 

“There are no other options Josh.” Toby said. 

“You need to prepare for the fact that we may lose the baby, and in a worse case scenario we may lose Y/N.” 

Josh didn’t have any words, for the first time in his life Josh couldn’t find the words to express how he was feeling.

[twelveseyebrows]

Unrequited? 12th Doctor x compainion reader.

Another yawn escaped through your lip as you tiredly blinked at The Doctor’s unmoving back.

“Go to sleep, [Y/N].” The Doctor sternly ordered you for the third time that night. You said up straighter in the small armchair and shook your head a little, a vain attempt to stay awake.

“I’m not tired.” You unconvincingly lied, in a somewhat forced upbeat voice. The Doctor placed his piece of chalk down as turned to you for the first time in three hours. You ducked your head a little at his piercing stare, a blush forming on your cheeks already.

“You have been yawning for the last hour.” He pointed out, dusting his chalk cover hands on the back of his coat. You rolled your eyes, knowing full well he was going to have hand prints on his back now.

“Okay, I am a little tired.” You confessed, The Doctor opened his mouth again to speak. “But, I’m staying awake.” The Doctor instantly closed his mouth, a deep scowl on his features. He turned sharply, his back facing you, and walked back to the black board. You stifled a laugh as you noticed the two hand prints on his coat, you knew were going to be there.

“Something funny?” The Doctor called out. You quickly cut of your laughter, not wanting him to discover the stains. If he knew they were there he’d take his coat of and that would be terribly unfortunate for you. You adored the way he looked in that velvet coat. Your eyes gazed up the back of his thin form, across his pointed shoulders before settling on his long, fluffy light hair. A small, tender smile making its way onto your lips, you truely did love this man.

“What is it?” The Doctor snapped breaking you from your gaze as you jumped in your seat. He was now facing you and you could clearly see his face, he didn’t look very happy with you at all. The glare he was sending you shouldnt have given you butterflies but just seeing his face made you happy.

“Pardon?” You blurted out. The man in front of you sighed in frustration as he rubbed his face harshly.

“Why do you keep staring?” He snapped again. You sat up straighter, unsure why he was so angry.

“You just have chalk on your back.” You mumbled out, getting a tad bit mad at him for the way he was acting.

“And what about every other night?” He yelled as he threw his long arms out in anger. You were really caught of guard by his aggressive nature right now, you stood up from you seat and glance at the stairs leading down towards the console.

“What’s wrong?” You tenderly asked, trying and failing to defuse the situation.

“You!” He growled out as he tugged his hair a little. “Every night you spend on the T.A.R.D.I.S you force yourself to stay awake! Every single time, you’ll do it till you fall asleep.” He started to pace, hands behind his back as he thought out loud.

“What about you? You don’t sleep either.” You blurted out, not wanting to encourage this odd fight but also wanting to draw the attention away from your stalkerish behaviour.

“I sleep when I need it, unlike you.” He snapped back, not missing a beat. “You don’t even do anything but watch me when your tired.” His pacing suddenly stopped, he turned towards you and started to stare.

You saw a small glint in his eye and you started to panic, you knew that look, it was his investigation look. He started to slowly walk towards you with a look of deep concretration in his eyes. You felt yourself getting flustered under his gaze and it made you squirm.

“Why do you insist on staying awake just to watch me?” He mumbled out, you guessed the question was rhetorical because he didn’t wait for you to answer before he started to monologue as he circled you.

“You’ll stay awake for hours on end untill your body gives out to watch me, no matter what activity I’ll be doing. Most things I do require my full concerntration, meaning we don’t actually speak at all. Why? Why, do you act so strangely? Is it a type of god complex towards me? Humans have such tiny brain and I know it’s hard for them to wrap their heads around time travel and Time Lords. No, that can’t be right, [Y/N] has been travelling with me for almost a human year, she’s used to it by now!”

You squirmed under his gaze, absolutely suffering. You loved his attention, you craved it but this, this was too much and you were starting to fall apart. He was quickly eliminating reasons for your late nights with him and it wouldn’t be long before he realised your feelings.

“I can just stop, if it bothers you that much?” You muttered out. The Doctor paused as he stared at you, fulling taking in your appearance. His eyes danced over your blushed features as his eyes zoned in on you quick light breaths.

“You’re blushing.” He pointed out in confusion, you gasped in shock, covering your face quickly. The Doctor quickly rushed towards you standing awfully close, he tenderly placed his soft hands over yours and pryed them away. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he leaned in towards your face, was he going to kiss you? You licked your lips as your [E/C] eyes drifted towards his thin lips.

“You’re blushed darken, the closer I got.” He suddenly spoke, breaking you out of your trance. “Pupils dialated, pulse picked up.” He whispered as he gripped you hand a little tighter, fingers pressing into your pulse point. “Subject subconscious licked lips, a human tell tale trait for affection.” Your heart dropped as he started to work out your crush, what hurt more was that he was treating you as an experiment.

“Doctor, please.” You whispered as you tried to release yourself from his grip. He continued to list facts about your behaviour towards him as tears started to well in your eyes.

“Conclusion, [Y/N] is in love with me...” he finally finished, trailing off as his eyes widen. He let go off your hands in shocked and back up, creating as much distance between the two of you as possible. The stabbing pain in your heart got worse at his obvious repulsion towards your feelings.

“Do you love me, [Y/N]?” The Doctor Whispered.

“Goodnight Doctor.” You rushed out as tears started to fall freely from your eyes. You quickly pushed pasted him and ran down the stairs as quick as possible, trying to get away from him.

You ran towards your room, finding it suprisenly quicker than you expected. You sent a silent thank you to the T.A.R.D.I.S for helping you to your room. Once inside you slammed the door shut, hand hovering over the lock before deciding against it. The Doctor might was to talk to you, so you left it unlocked and threw yourself onto the bed. You laid still as you strained your ears, waiting to hear the familiar sound of The Doctors footsteps but they never came, you eventually drifted off to sleep.

...

You awoke with a startle as the T.A.R.D.I.S violently shook. Sitting up you took in your surroundings, you were in the T.A.R.D.I.S’ guest room that you have claimed as your own. Your memory of last night was hazy as you desperately tried to think of how you got in here. You stood up in confusion about to seek out The Doctor when it all suddenly hit you.

You remembered The Doctors piercing blue eyes as he evaluated you. The way he discovered the feelings you had hidden for months in less than 5 minutes just because he was curious. A fierce blush burned across your cheeks as you warily eyed the bedroom door. The Doctor was out there somewhere and he knew you loved him, you gulped nervously as you thought about staying in bed today.

“No, I can’t hide from him in his own house, Uh, ship.” You corrected yourself, if you really needed to hide away from the man it was best you did it in your own house and time. You breathed in and out deeply as you hyped yourself up to open the door and face the one you loved.

With all the confidence you could possible muster after last night, you pressed the button at the side of the door to open it. The hallway was quiet which was a huge relief for your nervous self. You continued to walk towards the console room, hyper aware of your surroundings, straining all your senses to try and locate The Doctor, you didn’t have to wait long as you heard his tell tale mumbles come from The Console room.

You reached the end of the corridor and decided to just assist the situation, The Doctor was running around the console pushing buttons and pulling levels, just general attempting to fly the T.A.R.D.I.S. You smiled softly to yourself at his cute face of concentration, those damn eyebrows too. Suddenly The Doctors back straighting and a look on confusion crossed his aged features, he looked around himself briefly before looking up and making eye contact with you.

You gasped lightly at his intense stare, so many emotions running through his steel blue eyes. You were unsure if it was your imagination or the slight telepathic link The Doctor often gave off, but you suddenly felt like crying. So many raw emotions hit you at one, Worry, Protectiveness, happiness, sadness, fear, hope and love. A single tear slipped down your cheek, you hastily wiped at it, not wanting him to see it but it was too late. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the small tear that escaped your eyes and like a faucet get turned off, the emotions were gone. The Doctors eyes didn’t bleed his emotions like they just did, they were cold and stoic, he had put his walls back up.

You wiped your eyes and walked into the console room, if The Doctor was going to hide his emotions and pretend that theirs nothing here between us, then so will you.

“Morning, Doctor!” You chirped happily, walking straight up to the console as if non of that just happened. The Doctor look completely startled by your sudden out burst of cheerfulness, what ever he expected this certainly wasn’t it. You walked up to the small seat near the console and sat down, crossing your legs.

The Doctor furrowed his brows in confusion as he stared at you. His mouth opened slightly as he took a step towards you, something cut him off through as he screwed up his face and turned towards the console.

“So, [Y/N], where do you want to go today?”He cheered as he geastured towards the T.A.R.D.I.S’ console. “Anywhere in time and space?” He turned giving you a grin. A frown appeared on your lips as you took in his smile, it was there but it didn’t quite reach his lips, he was faking it.

“What?” The Doctor asked suddenly his facade dropping as he stood up straight and gave you that confused look again.

“Doctor, don’t strain yourself trying to act normal.” You snapped as you crossed your arms. The Doctor look bewildered at your sudden outburst before his own face set into a frown.

“You are one to talk [Prefered Title] [L/N]!”he snapped. This made you perk up, was he seriously trying to put the blame on you.

“What is that suppose to mean?” You growled as you stood up from your seat and strutted over to the Timelord. He had the advantage of height but that was not going to stop you from giving him a piece of your mind.

“You declare you “love” me a few hours ago but act like it’s nothing now.” He taunted, putting emphasis on the word love. You heart clenched at the teasing tone he made when referring to your feelings, it hurt that he didn’t take them seriously.

“First of all, I never declare my love for you, you assu-“

“Well you might of well had declare it with how obvious you made it.” He interrupt nonchalantly. You felt you face blush, embarrassed. You tighten you fist, digging your nails into your palms trying to calm down.

“Secondly, YOU started this closing off bullshit!”

“Language.” He snapped again, you growled in frustration. He was literally impossible to deal with.

“Are you going to ignore what happened this morning!” You screamed, tear now gather in your [E/C] eyes, threatening to fall. “I felt it Doctor, I felt everything” you cried.

The Doctors face went cold and for once you couldn’t read him. You walked up to the Alien, tears slipping down your cheeks, but he told a step back, away from you and turning his back.

“I felt the happinesses when you saw me and the fear, the love.” You whispered, but The Doctor didn’t react, he just stood leaning against the console.

“Doctor.” You whispered again, nothing. Anger, frustration and hurt that had been building up inside you suddenly exploded.

“Doctor I know you love me too! So why are you doing this?” You yelled, desperate for him to answer you. Suddenly he spun around sharply his face absolutely murderous.

“Love you?” He cackled, “I don’t love you, [Y/N]!” You heart shattered into a million pieces.

“But, I felt your emotions.” You weakly tried to defend your statement, all the fight in you had vanished the same time your heart did.

“You felt my emotion, yes, but no one said they were for you.” He snapped, turning his back towards you again as he paced. “I’m over 2000 years old, I have been in love many time with many people I have lost. I was thinking of them.” He said as he turned towards you once more. “Not you.”

Tears fell freely from your eyes now, leaving hot trails of sorrow down your face. The Doctors hard exterior broke briefly as he watched you break down but he was just as quick to rebuild those walls.

“I think I’d like to go home now.” You bravely said, choking back on your sobs to try to appear more confident. The Doctor was silent before he started to fiddle with the console.

“Very well.” The T.A.R.D.I.S came to life as she started to wheeze the beautiful sound as she travelled through time and space. Everything suddenly stop and you knew this was it for you.

The Doctor faced the exist doors and clicked his fingers. The doors opening at his command revealing your living room just they way you left it a year ago.

“15th August, 2018, the same day you left, give or take a few hours.” You ignored him as you wiped the tears from his eyes and started towards the T.A.R.D.I.S hallway.

“I’ll give you a few days, well you’ll have a few days to calm down an- wait where are you going?” The Doctor asked as he watched you disappear down the hallway. You ignored him as you keep walking towards your bedroom. The Doctor followed you curious as to what you were doing.

Once in your room you immediately started to pack your things. You felt The Doctor’s presence at the door and his eyes watching you intently.

“Your allowed to leave your things on the T.A.R.D.I.S.” He gently spoke, “so everything’s already set up when you get back.”

“I’m not coming back, Doctor.” You sighed as you gathered the last of your things and faces him.

“What?” The Doctor chocked out, you looked him in the eyes and were surprised to see pain.

“I can’t stay here.” You whispered as you avoided eye contact. “Sorry.” With that you pushed past him and ran towards the console room. You were surprised to hear footsteps right behind you, The Doctor was running too.

“[Y/N]!” He shouted as got closer and closer. You were almost out the T.A.R.D.I.S when you felt him grab your hand and pull you back in. You stood still as you faced away from him, him still gripping your hand tightly making your stomach turn like crazy.

“Why do you have to leave?” His voice sounded so broken, it made you want to stay. It made you want to hold him close and tell him that you’ll never leave but you knew it wouldn’t be like that, The Doctor didn’t love you. He seemed to sense your inner turmoil or perhaps it was because of the psychic link, but he spun you around to look at him as he spoke.

“You don’t have to go, I-I love you.” He choked out, a deep blush dusting his cheeks. You felt like you had been punched in the guts, knocking the wind out of your lungs.

“Doctor, please don’t lie to me just to convince me to stay, it’s cruel, even for your standeds.” The Doctors bashful expression was replaced by confusion.

“What?”

You removed her hand from his grip and left the T.A.R.D.I.S’ shutting the door behind you, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave. Instead you heard the door reopen as he followed you into your apartment.

“Doctor, please can you ju-“ you turned around ready to convince him to leave but we’re cut of my your mouth being covered. Oh... oh! You thought as you realised that your mouth had indeed been covered but by The Doctor’s lips. You gasped breaking the short one sided kiss as you backed away from him in shock. “Why?”

He opened his mouth before shutting it and closing his eyes instead, you were about to question him when a slightly sharp pain was felt in your temples. It felt like something was trying to pry its way inside your brain.

“Doctor.” You panicked, squeezing your eyes shut. You felt The Doctors long, bony fingers gentlely Caress your left temple as he spoke.

“Shh, just relax, it’s only me.”

You relax simply at the sound of his soft voice whispering reassurance to you. Slowly the pain disappeared and was replaced by a small tingle that buzzed in you skull. You were about to ask a The Doctor what was happening when you were suddenly over run by emotions. It was like what happened earlier but extremely more intense.

“This is everything I feel for you.” He whispered as he placed his forehead down, against yours. “I lied earlier, all of this is for you.”

Tears slipped out your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of pure love emitting from The Timelord.

“I love you too.” You sobbed as you threw your arms around your love. He tensed briefly before relaxing and squeezing you back.

“Please stay.” He begged quietly into your ear.

“For the rest of my life.”

[klaustrophobiic]

—the drugs - klaus hargreeves/reader

♡ listen to this for my inspiration source ♡

          Klaus set out to find some priceless artifact in his daddy dearest’s office to pawn off. Alas, nothing, save for a few newspaper clippings detailing the adventures of space boy. In the end, he decided to trade off a pair of gold accented diamond earrings belonging to Allison. It was enough money to last a whiles worth of pills.

           "(y/n), you sweet bastard!" You’ve probably heard Klaus’ voice more than your parents nagging about cleaning your room or your grades. You knew about Klaus and his addiction, you’d been friends with him for about five years. Except maybe you felt a little more than that. "You gotta lay off your shit for a while, man." You said it with a chuckle, but you were oh so serious. You handed him around $3,000, you couldn’t be bothered to count. As soon as he was about to leave, Klaus turned to look at you. "You know," he began, slowly inching towards you. "You should totally come hang out with me, maybe stop being such a stick in the mud." By now he was resting his face on his hands, leaning over the pawn shops counter. "Uh, okay, yeah." Your friend grabbed a hold of one of your hands and putting it to his lace-clad chest. "Fantastic! It’s a date then. Meet me at that shitty little donut place, 7:30!"

Klaus didn’t like to admit it, but he’d been attempting to move on since Dave died. Specifically, with you. He’d always thought you were a rarity in the drab city, even if you worked in a shitty pawn shop. Anytime he thought about your (e/c) eyes, how they glowed when you laughed, and your smile- god your smile knocked him right out. He grew a pair and finally asked you out. He planned to take you to a local rave. So he set out at exactly 7:30, dressed in his sluttiest possible outfit. Mostly also stolen from Allison. Well, okay, maybe he tore some parts off to spice it up. 7:30. 7:30. At 7:35 he met up with you at Griddy’s, except not really because it was just the parking lot. Fast forward, you’re both at an abandoned warehouse that’s beaming with multicolored neon lights, and roaring to life with girls in furry bikinis and boys in leather thongs. Klaus pulled you in by the waist and you felt his hot breath on your neck. May-fuckin-Be you were turned on a bit. He dragged you to a bathroom and took out two pills from his coat pocket. "-and one for you, my dear." You weren’t into the drugs, but you pretended to take it, to make him happy. You both stayed silent for a few minutes before Klaus stood up and stretched, his pupils more dialated than before. "Time to...what’s that word everyone uses? Oh, time to 'bounce'. I hope I used that right." He took you by the hand and led the way. It wasn’t much longer before drunk guys were hitting on you, and both drunk guys and girls getting touchy on Klaus. You didn’t like to admit it but maybe you also wanted to be touchy on Klaus. But you also didn’t want to ruin anything that you already had with him. A few hours had passed before Klaus was shit faced and you had to help him leave the warehouse, his arm around your shoulder, and slowly, slowly, slowly going down to your waist. His hand wasn’t the only thing going down though. By this I mean Klaus is also going down. Not in a sexual way, please remember he’s shitfaced. He’s passing out, Klaus is passing out. You take him back to your apartment, and let him sleep over. He wakes up five minutes later, groggy, but awake. You stayed with him, and were watching some television show about some guy called Rupaul and his 13 children, whoever he was. You only turned to face the boy on your couch when you felt his gaze on you.

"You have, like, suuuuper nice eyes, y’know."

You felt your face heat up.

"You’re drunk and probably high, Klaus. Go back to sleep."

This time he sat up.

"No, seriously, I mean it. You’re like, super cute, (y/n)."

"Klaus, I-" you began, only to have him cut you off.

"You know, I’m pretty decently sober now, and let me say this. Even though I’m a really bad person, and you’re like, you know, you, I’m glad we’re friends. But I was thinking that maybe I like you."

Of course you didn’t know how to respond to this, you could only stammer. He stood up and now he was striding in your direction. Closer. Closer. Closer. And now he was straddling you and you thought it was kinda hot. You could see every detail, every freckle, and even where he smudged his eyeliner. His leather pant leg was cold, and made you shudder when it collided on your thigh. You weren’t naked though, you were wearing shorts or something. His hand reached to touch your cheek.

"No, no. Listen to me. I like-like you. Which is weird because I haven’t felt anything since Dave. And that must mean you’re special, I think. Like, I don’t even need drugs when I’m with you because I already feel super high if I’m with you. You make my heart fuckin’ overdose on euphoria. I don’t think that made sense but I don’t care, and-"

This time it was your turn to cut him off, except with a kiss instead of words. He kinda tasted like vanilla and vodka, which was weird, but you couldn’t get enough of it. He pulled away, much to you & your tastebuds’ disappointment.

"So can we, uh, go on a date?" He sounded out of breath. Maybe you kissed him longer than you should’ve.

"I- uh, yeah." You said. Except you only responded quickly so you could kiss him more.

"Alright, cool, cool, thanks" And then you kissed again. What happens after this is entirely up to what your horny little hearts desire.

[poklina]

heyyy fam if you're still taking jimon prompts can you please do stuck in a closet (either on a mission or just in the institute) I live for that trope and these idiots in love THANK YOU

hey pal...thank you?? so much?? i don’t know why this is so long but It Is so i mean,, i hop u like it

set like 2 weeks after stains

breathless---1.5k

If you had asked Simon what he was doing tonight 3 hours ago, he probably would have said something along the lines of "Nothing" and "Well I don't know what are you doing," in that way of his that just made him sound lonely instead of trying to flirt with you. He definitely did not expect his night to be "running through an abandoned warehouse being chased by a pack of Shax demons."

So here he is, following Jace through corridors and halls that all look the same with shitty graffitti and random beer cans all over the floor. Simon can hear the scrabbling of the legs far behind him, but getting closer and closer. He can start to feel his legs burning and feel the taste of iron gathering thick in his mouth, and he knows that he can't keep up for much longer.

Then, the universe decides to flip him the biggest bird possible and run them both into a dead end.

Simon can't hear anything over the pounding of his heart and the heavy pants coming out of his mouth but judging by the look on Jace's face, the Shax demons are getting pretty close. And there're no other halls to go down. And there's no windows for them to jump out of.

Fuck.

Jace turns to him and those eyes have a mix of fear and anger and they're darting all over the walls looking for some way, any way to escape.

They're standing there, Simon coming to terms that they're both probably going to die when Jace puts his hands on Simon's shoulders and shoves him backwards so hard he falls flat on his ass.

"Dude! Come on, I know you're just a generally angry guy but is now really the time?"

jace just turns around and shuts the-oh.

The door. To the closet. That is very small. And very dark. And also very free of Shax demons.

Simon watches from the floor as Jace presses his ear against the wall and listens for the demons to pass them. After listening for a while, Simon gets up and stands next to him, so he can listen too.

Jace immediately walks as far away from his as possible.

See, ever since that day at the Institute 2 weeks ago, Jace and he haven't exactly been on great terms. Whenever he walks into a room that Jace happens to be in, he'll immediately stop talking and speed out of the room as fast as he can without breaking into an actual run. Simon's not sure what he did wrong, and it's really starting to get to him. He misses the sarcastic remarks and jibes that he'd grown to almost love that came out of Jace like clockwork. Now, Jace just stares at him like he's got blood on his chin. 2 months ago, he'd have loved nothing more than to have him ignore him. But now...with everything that happened between them...Simon's really tired of whatever this is.

"What the fuck?"

Jace just looks at him with those fucking eyes and Simon has really had it at this point.

"Okay, okay listen. I know that the past 2 weeks have been weird between us and I know that we've had this like unspoken agreement to not talk about what happened at the Institute with Valentine but. I, I don't know man I just don't know what the fuck is wrong man?"

It's quiet for a moment.

"Simon, can we please not do this here?"

"No. No, we are doing this right fucking now because if we don't its never going to happen because you're just gonna keep ignoring me and i'm fucking tired of it man so just tell me what is wrong."

"Simon, I really do not want to do this."

"Well, tough, because I do."

Jace slowly takes a step, 2 steps towards him and suddenly Simon can feel the whisper of breath across his forhead because he is so unfairly tall and he can see the blue-brown of his eyes that always seem to look like fire and ice at the same time.

"I have my reasons"

"Is that the best you can come up with?" Simon says increduly. "I have my reasons for staying in a fucking boathouse okay? But that doesn't effect you. This effects me. And I wanna know your reasons, okay? I'm just tired of this awkquard silence bullshit and just...Jace, just tell me what I did. Please."

Jace's eyes are flicking between the wall and the floor and the shelf over his right shoulder and he is absolutely not going to look at Simon.

And then he does, and his eyes are devoid of that fear and anger and replaced with just...sadness? Pleading?

"Simon. Please, just...I can't do this right now. Please just, just shut up."

"Make me."

And thats it really? All of that 6 year old stubborness that Simon is so good at using to get what he wants and Jace is at his breaking point because Simon's right, if he doesn't do this right now he's never going to do it.

So Jace brings his hands around Simon's neck and kisses the living shit out of him.

Simon is understandably surprised. And he knows he should pull away, he knows that this is wrong and he shouldn't do this to himself because Jace is probably just losing his mind but you know what? Simon doesn't exactly care about that right now.

So he starts kissing back. He brings his arms up to grab Jace's waist and pulls him closer because he's so unfairly tall and Simon doesn't know how to feel about all of this but right now all he can feel is the warm mass of Jace pressed against him and the feeling of his hands cupped around the base of his neck and that's enough for him.

Jace wanted this to be a little sweeter than this. He's a romantic at heart, so of course he wanted their first kiss to be slow and sweet and shy and this is not that but this is just as good. Because Jace is just so mad at Simon. Not for any real reason, he's just mad because for the past 2 weeks every time he saw Simon he saw the way he looked at him in Valentines office. He felt the felt blood leaving his arm and he remembered how good it felt. Jace hasn't able to get Simon out of his head for the past 2 weeks, for the past 2 months and God, what has this fucking vampire done to him.

So he pulls back. He doesn't want to. But he pulls away and just looks at him. Just looks at Simon because he cannot think to do anything else.

"You kissed back."

"It appears that I did."

And suddenly Simon's lips are on his again and oh.

--

It feels like it's been hours, days even before they finally pull apart to breathe as if they haven't been drowning for the past 5 minutes.

They just stand there. Breathing heavily, Jace's hands dropping down from where they tangled themselves in Simon's hair and resting on his hips, Simon's eyes opening to look at Jace's spit-slicked lips and eyes dialated to almost black.

He wants nothing more than to stay in this moment for eternity. They can deal with feelings and emotions and labels later but right now, he just wants this.

They stand like this for another small eternity until something pops into Simon's head.

"Hey. Um, we should probably get outta here. Like, now."

This seems to snap Jace out of whatever little world he was in, and he slowly pulls his head back and shakes out the cobwebs before replying.

"Oh. Um, yea."

How eloquent.

--

They burst out of the closet and book it as fast as they can to the door they came in through, running again past the beer cans and the graffitti, but this time it's less of a "we-are-going-to-die-holy-shit" run, but more of a "i really want to be somewhere else with you" run.

They make it out of the warehouse without ever crossing paths with the Shax demons, and stumble out of the door into the setting sun of the Lower East Side over the East River.

Slowly, they start to walk back to the Institute, less of a destination and more of an assumed ending spot, trying to collect themselves after everything that had happened in the past 30 minutes.

They both realize that they've been holding hands since the closet at the same time, but neither one of them wants to let go.

So thats how they go back. Fingers laced together loosely, pressing sides closer with every couple steps, walking into the setting sun and into something they don't know what to call, but something they know they've gone too long without.

[jade-ion]

Poly JNPR Headcanons (also like really dumb drabbles)᤾

IMPORTANT NOTE: All of the following head canons diverge from the main canon and are to be assumed to have happened just at the beginning of Team JNPR’s third year at Beacon unless explicitly stated otherwise. This technically counts as my first fic as I will be posting this on both my A03 and Fanfic.net, soo criticism is appreciated. 

Let us begin...

Despite the fact that team JNPR’s relationship is accepted mostly throughout Beacon (looking at you CDRL), they are often regarded as somewhat annoying due to the team’s constant displays of affection.

These displays include, but are not limited to, Nora draping herself on which ever partner is nearest, Jaune casually putting an arm around his lovers (more often than not said lover will lean into him),Ren leaving chaste pecks on the cheeks of those closest, and Pyrrha almost always holding her partners hands.

Out of the four, Ren is hands down the most protective. So much so in fact, that during their second year, Cardin changed his and his team’s class schedule so that their classes didn’t coincide with that of team JNPR’s.

This occurred after a specific spar between Ren and Cardin. Tired of Cardin’s heckling of their relationship and belittling of the team’s knight, Ren personally requested a one on one spar. While Cardin walked away relatively unscathed, he had been threatened immediately after. (Sorry for the change in narrative but this is the only way I can describe it.)

::Shortly after the match::

As Cardin and Ren changed from their combat outfits into their uniforms, Cardin began to think aloud.

“So what was that back there?” Cardin stood, attempting to use his size to intimidate Ren he loomed over the smaller man

 “You trying to defend your little freak show of a-”

His words were cut off as the cocking of Stormflower rang throughout the locker room.Cardin gulped as he felt the cold metal barrel against his forehead and the sharp blade of Ren’s pistol just barely grazing his nose. His aura depleted from the match, he opened his mouth to try and calm Ren down. But as he did so, Ren clamped his hand upon his mouth; his fingernails digging into Cardin’s cheeks.

Ren spoke precisely and cooley

“You listen and you listen good…”

(SORRY, REALLY SHITTY NARRATIVE OVER)

Although the rest of Beacon still considers Jaune the weakest member of team JNPR, he has actually improved immensely since his first year, this became evident to his lovers the first time they saw him shirtless (Yay, another narrative! Also bonus hc Jaune was super insecure about his musculature up until his second year at Beacon when he actually gained serious muscle)

After Jaune stepped out of the shower and began dressing himself he looked along the tiles of boy’s shower room for his last article of clothing only to come up empty handed

“Geuss I forgot to bring a shirt” he said to himself.

As he walked from the floors showers to his team’s dorm he heard team RWBY’s door click open shortly followed by the team’s namesake stepping out; looking up to greet him.

“Hey Ruby” he greeted, oblivious to the flush overcoming the speedster’s face

“H-hi, Jaune” she stuttered out as her eyes roamed over his chest and oh God those abs.

“Ruby, you alright? You look a little warm.” his face twisted into concern as he calmly walked over to her.

“No no I’m f-fine just uh… forgot my scroll in the library. Yeah that was it soyeahanywaynicetalkJauneSEEYALATER!” and with that she disappeared in a flurry of rose petals careening through the halls.

Unaware as ever, Jaune shrugged, opened the door to his team’s dorm, and locked it behind him. As he turned to face his dorms communal bed (upon which lied Nora,watching a video on her scroll whilst snuggled into Pyrrha’s side as the mistralian idley played with her hair) he asked aloud

“Has anyone seen my pajama shirt, the X-Ray and Vav one?(Another bonus headcanon Jaune’s onesie was stolen by Nora right before they began dating)

Having heard Jaune’s inquiry, Ren (having been at the desk studying) spun around to answer.

“It’s in the… the… um-”

Only to be left awestruck by the Adaunus like figure standing before him. Seeing no way to properly articulate an actual answer Ren looked back at his textbook, finding it extremely interesting.

“In the where Ren?” Finding no answer, Jaune looked back to the bed to repeat his question; but stopped as he saw both his girlfriends blatantly staring, slack-jawed, and upright.

“Uh guys, what is it? There something on my face?”

Having been roused from the spell that was Jaune’s upper body, Pyrrha’s cheeks blushed as deep a red as her hair.

“No, no-nothings on your face Jaune. We were just distracted by your… um… physique.”

At his team’s admission. Jaune too, took on a crimson hue of embarrassment.

“Oh, uh sorry I didn’t mean to… um distract anyone.” Jaune scratched the back of his head as he apologized, but couldn’t help but smirk at the still staring valkyrie in front of him. Deciding to be just a little bold, he advanced towards the hammer wielder.

“You okay there sparky?” he said while stretching his well toned and still glistening frame, the water from his hair dripped upon his chest and slowly trailed down towards his tight stomach as he practically danced towards her.

“I uh I a-a… I” Nora barely spoke as Jaune leaned over her, the back of her head softly colliding with the bed beneath her as Jaune looked down into her light blue and almost dialated eyes. And as Jaune gently placed his lips upon her neck PFFFFFFTTTTTT ࿤

Pyrrha erupted into a fit of giggles as Jaune blew a raspberry upon Nora’s neck and began to mercilessly tickle the bezerker as she yelled between shrieks of laughter: “I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU I HA HA HA HEH HATE Y-O-OUUU!”

(Narrative over)

Each of team JNPR have pet names for each other. Jaune’s pet name is “our Knight”, Nora’s is “Sparky”, Ren’s is “Little Lotus”, and Pyrrha’s is “our Champion"(yet another bonus hc, while the pet names for Ren, Nora, and Jaune were easy to choose; Pyrrha’s was not. Because of her dislike of the titles the media chose for her, her partners took the up most care in choosing one that fit and was approved by their mistralian girlfriend.)

None of the members of team JNPR are good at accepting affection. Being orphans, Ren and Nora hadn’t been exposed to the constant doting parents often do and as such practically glow red when complimented(note:Ren is much better at receiving affection than Nora). Jaune considered himself the Arc disgrace; so even the slightest praise is sure to dust his cheeks crimson. Pyrrha is the best of the four at being dotted upon, as a world renowned warrior she thought compliments and praise were meant as formalities. This ideology failed as soon as she felt actual sincerity in the praise around her, turning her visage as red as her auburn locks.

While all of team JNPR find the blushing of their partners utterly adorable, Pyrrha esspecially finds it endearing. So much so in fact she will go out of her way to fluster her partners. This has lead to some very interesting and very flirtatious encounters. One such encounter took place as she and Nora sparred in Glydna’s combat class.

::Several minutes into their spar::

It had been around 10 minutes into her and Pyrrha’s match; and Nora was getting desperate. Sweating, she chanced a glance at the aura bars above her.

Damn it she thought, she was down in the upper reds whilst Pyrrha’s aura remained almost stationary throughout. Buuutttt there was a silver lining, about three minutes ago Pyrrha had thrown her shield, Akoúo, at the valkyrie in an effort to coerce Nora out of her ranged position. But as the shield flew within Magnhild’s range, Nora quickly switched her rifle back to warhammer configuration and slammed it into the ground. With Akoúo halfway through the floor Pyrrha couldn’t hope to will the shield back or block an over head strike from Nora… and that was exactly what Nora intended to do.

Running towards the taller redhead, Nora raised her weapon above her. With a determined smirk she began to swing her weapon down atop her girlfriend…only to stop as Pyrrha dropped Milo and her defensive stance followed quickly by her lightly tapping Nora’s forehead. With the weight of her hammer suddenly pulling her backwards she’d have surely fallen weren’t it for two long arms wrapping around her waist, preventing her descent.

“O-Oh thanks Pyrr-EEEP"Nora squealed as Pyrrha pulled her smaller girlfriend flush against her chest, lightly stroking her hair.

“I’m sorry sparky,” Pyrrha said as she looked down into Nora s light blue eyes and quickly redenning face. “Thanks for what?’

“For-ffor uh-"Nora was cut off by a resounding buzz echoing through the arena followed by Miss Goodwitch’s exasperated voice.

"Pyrrha, Nora, would the both of you please kindly keep any and all displays of affection to a minimum and especially not during a serious match?”

Pyrrha’s response to this question was to calmly pull Akoúo out from the floor, look towards Miss Goodwitch, and apologize,

“Yes, of course Miss Goodwitch, we’’ll try to keep ourselves decent ma'am.” With that settled a bubbling, black resonance overtook Akoúo, Milo, and Magnhild as they lifted behind Pyrrha. Nora stared as her weapon floated, impressed by Pyrrha’s control of her semblance.

“Thanks for carrying Magnhild but why your weapons t-EEEP.” Nora was cut off again as Pyrrha casually slipped one arm behind Nora’s neck and hooked the other behind the valkyrie’s knees, lifting her bridal style.

“So I can do this” The champion replied smugly, reveling in how her girlfriend nuzzled into her neck in an attempt to hide her still burning face. As the duo walked out, weapons clinking together behind them, Pyrrha winked up at her two boyfriends, a flirtatious smile still gracing her face.

[Shout out to ikedawg43 for inspiring me 4 the next bit]

Even though team JNPR had been in a relationship for 2 and a half years and living together for 3, none of team had actually seen each other nude. That was until the team's bezerker felt a particular thirst for vengeance against her Knight and Champion. (Note: The following drabble takes place roughly a week after the two prior)

Nora honestly missed her first year at Beacon. In an effort to promote team building and synchronization, Ozpin tried to ensure that the first year huntsmen/ huntresses-in-training, not only ate and slept together; but also took the same classes and had the same class times. No such luck for the third and fourth year students though, such was evident in how Nora got back to their dorm roughly an hour before her partners did so.

This hour of solitude usually led to Nora simply lazing around in anticipation for her three lovers to return... not this time though. No, Nora sat criss cross on her team’s bed (In fact two twin beds pushed together), just thinking of ways to get back at her girlfriend and blonde boyfriend for the humiliation they’d wrought her over a week ago.

Maybe I could get Ren to help me? she thought, Nope, he’d definitely tell ‘em. And she’d end up red faced for sure. Nora plopped back down on the bed as she groaned in frustration, deciding to focus on actual work instead of likely-to-fail revenge plans, she began to get off the bed. But as she got up to work on the project she had for Miss Peach she felt a peculiar itch on her back, right on the clasp of her bra.

Uhh, I hate these things she thought scratching at the spot, try as she might though it refused to leave her, “That’s it” she said aloud as she took off her suit jacket and began to unbutton her shirt. As she undid her bra and went to put on her pajama shirt however, a rather scandalous thought occurred to her.

What if I just kept going with this? she thought mischievously whilst looking down at her bare chest. With the idea in mind Nora pretended her hands weren't shaking as she slid her thumbs into the waist band of her skirt and panties and  pulled them down off her body. Taking off her shoes and socks she lied down upon the bed; arms wrapped together behind her head, waiting for her lovers to walk in.

Deciding to play it a little more casual, Nora began watching a video on her scroll as the door clicked open.

“I dunno Ren, I’m pretty su-WOAH” Jaune nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of his smaller girlfriend in the buff and to top it off sauntering over to him.

“What’s a matter Jaune? You ok?” she asked giggling, pulling him down to her height by his tie, smiling as he tried (and mostly failed) to maintain eye contact with her. Behind him stood a wide-eyed, mouth agape, and blatantly ogling Pyrrha Nikos and Nora’s other (Seemingly bashful but otherwise indifferent) boyfriend with an arm over both eyes.

“Nora,” Ren said, voice wavering “Please make yourself decent.”

“Awww, why Ren?” she replied pouting “They don’t seem to mind.” she gestured at both of her other partners, both of which still stared at her petite form. She then gently lifted Jaune’s chin and proceeded to deeply kiss him as Pyrrha walked closer to the two, hoping to be next.

As Nora split herself apart from Jaune, she was almost immediately brought into another kiss by her Champion. Across from her she saw both her boyfriend’s locked in a heated kiss; Ren’s hands worked on unbuttoning Jaune’s shirt.

Nora didn’t expect her little prank to lead to their first time together... but that didn't mean she’d make any move to disentangle herself from the mess of limbs she found herself in next morning.

SO YEAH THAT’S IT

[my5sosthing]

Requested

Title: The Frat Boy Hair Cut and Yoga Pants

Pairing: Ashton Irwin x Reader

Warning: smutty-ish and swearing

Additional Comment: thanks again to ismaithliom1d for being my first request ever. Here’s the Ashton version except completely different.

Ashton Irwin was nothing short of the best human being on the planet.

He was kind-hearted, genuine, caring, supportive, and encouraging; and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. He had such a good soul and amazing personality. He had it all: the looks, the charm, the talent. It was all in his pocket.

The only thing that baffled me was what I did to deserve him as a friend. Every gesture and look and touch made me re-evaluate my life, trying to think why I had been so blessed. But it never came and I was left in a state of wonder.

And yet, even with his heavenly presence the world, he found room in his amazing life to tolerate me. He made time for us to hang out and he always prioritized our friendship above all else.

So it comes to no surprise, when I ask him to come over and watch a movie, that he drops everything and comes.

He arrives promptly, carrying a bag of our favorite take-out. 

He stands there, dimples and all, when I open the door.

I don't registered anything except the fact that his hazel-green eyes were piercing their way through me.

“Wow. I didn’t know they started hiring frat boys to deliver my favorite take-out.”

He gives me a goofy grin and takes a step inside the apartment.

“Woah there buddy. You can’t just step into a girl’s apartment like that. I’m sure your frat house rules are different, but not here.”

He laughs loudly and hands over the bag, “So you don’t like the new ‘do?”

I smile up at him, “I never said that.”

I walk over to the coach in front of the tv and set the plastic bag down.

“So then you like it?” He asks softly, “Because I was worried it wouldn’t suit me.”

I roll my eyes, “Everything suits you, Ash.”

He gives me another goofy grin before smirking quickly, “Wow Y/n! You shouldn’t flirt so openly with the delivery boy like that.”

I walk toward the kitchen to get us a couple glasses, while simultaneously trying to hide the growing red color of my face.

Ashton Irwin was heavenly. Everything about his screamed “Gift from the Gods”. And so you’d have to be blind and heartless not to like him. Yet, for me, it was more. And I was so fucked over, because it’s too much more. I like him. I like like him. I love him

His eyes stare into mine as I come, caring two glasses.

“I brought soda. So I hope you have ice.”

I groan loudly and turn around to back to get the ice.

“You’re awfully quiet over there.”

He doesn’t respond and so I turn around, nearing the freezer and watch as he stands in front of the tv, with his back towards me.

“Ash?”

“Hm?”

“You good?”

He twists around and smiles at me, “Yeah. I’m just trying to decide what we’re going to watch.”

I laugh, as I filled the glasses with ice, “And who said you were deciding?”

“Well I just assumed that because I got take-out that meant you were indebted to me.”

I bring the glasses back quickly, as hunger sets in, “Pour the soda. I’m eating now.” I say before taking my container out of the bag and then plopping down on the couch. 

“Ash. Move your butt. I can’t see anything.”

“Well that’s because nothing is on yet, Y/n. Besides, my butt is great to look at.”

And I couldn’t disagree because it’s true. Everything about Ashton was great.

“How about we just watch whatever’s on tv. Because I can’t find anything,” he says flopping onto the cushion beside my.

“Giving up so soon?” I ask, food in my mouth.

“Yes,” he says haughtily before laughing at me. “You’ve got sauce on your face.”

I swipe at the side he was pointing at and watched as his smile grew.

“No, right ther- forget it,” he laughs lightly and then uses his finger to wipe it off my face.

He looks down at his thumb, distractedly, as I go back to the tv.

“Napkins?”

I glance over at him, “Yeah, in the kitchen.”

“No, can you get us some?”

“And why can’t you?”

“Because I brought the food. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be eating.”

“Way to milk it, Ash.” I state before handing him my food so that I can find the napkins. However, they aen’t on the counter and so I have to get them from under the sink.

“So how was your day?” I ask, ripping open the package and grabbing a couple napkins.

After no response, I sigh, “You’re being quiet again. Are you sure you’re alright?”

I look back to see him nodding his head.

I sit back down on the couch and grab my food from the table.

“So are you just going to hug my pillow all night, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he says, looking at me and smiling widely.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

I look at the tv, “So Harry Potter? Are you good with that? Because I don’t want to get up again and get the remote.” I say, glancing at it near tv.

He looks at it too and then frowns, “Yeah, I guess so.”

I hear the slightest huff before I set down my food and get up to get it. I’m watching Harry Potter instead of my hand, and I groan at the sound of the remote hitting the floor.

I bend down to pick it up, only to find the batteries have popped out. I sigh as I snatch everything up and put it back together.

“Y/n.”

I don’t turn around, but I can tell by his voice that something is wrong, “Are you finally going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’d rather not. But um- can you- uh,” he trails off and I glance at him sitting on the couch, looking at me strangely.

“Can I what? I’ve already gotten the glasses, the ice, the napkins, and the remote. What more do you need??”

He closes his eyes and breathes out loudly, “I need you go change.”

“Why? I’m comfy.”

“Please.”

“No” I say, finally putting the back on the remote.

“You’re going to make this weird Y/n.”

“No Ashton, you are. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t say. Just please. Go cha-”

“Ashton Irwin. I don’t know what is up with you, but you’re being kind of a dick.”

He grumbled something, making my frustration rise.

“What? What are you saying? What are trying to say? I don’t understand Ashton. I invited you over so that we could hang out and now you’re being-”

“Y/n. You have to change.” He demands

“Why the hell do I need to do anything?!?” I practically yell.

“Because those fucking yoga pants are giving me a boner Y/n. And I love you too much to do something stupid right now.” He shouts as he lift up the pillow and glances down at his pants. More specifically, the bulge in his pants.

I don’t say anything. I just stand there. Ashton Irwin. The gift from above. He isn’t so innocent. He isn’t- I’m stunned. He’s different now. With the boner, his whole image in my mind changes.

Long gone is the picture of curly haired Ashton with sweater paws. What replaces it, is an older, more handsome man. A man with a frat boy haircut. A man standing in front of me, with his eyes glazed over and his pupils slightly dialated. The man in from of me isn’t cute Ashton. He’s hot. And he’s sexy. And I realized that now, it wasn’t just his personality, but all of him. Every single strand of hair. Ever small detail, is what I loved.

“Y/n,” he groaned, “I’m sorry. But-”

I take a step forward, cautiously. What this a one time thing? Was this just because of what I was wearing?

I take another step closer

“I love you too much to do something stupid.”

 He loved me. As a friend? As more? What was this? Did he like me like that? Is that why I was a priority? Or was I right? He was just being the amazing human he always is?

“You can’t keep it in your pants because of what I’m wearing. Is that right?”

He looks at me fearfully, “I said I was sorry. It won’t happen again. I can usually hide it. Especially when I’m with you. Because I like you and I don’t want you to be weirded out. Because we’re friends and I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. But this time, it was different,” I listen to him ramble as I try to understand, “I don’t know why. Because I usually have to shut my brain off when I’m with you, otherwise this stuff happens. I mean, it’s happened before when I kicked you out of my apartment all those times that I said I was late to something. Because you just have to smile at me and be yourself. And I’m rambling. Why are you letting me-”

I get it. It finally registers. It wasn’t just a now-thing. It’s been an always-thing. I was right about this. I wasn’t lying to myself.

I take another step forward and kissed him softly. His hands immediately went to my face as his lips brushed mine.

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

“You don’t have to, just because I can’t keep it in my pants this time.”

I kiss him longer this time.

“Don’t tease me Y/n. Answer me.”

I press my body against his as my arms wrap around his neck.

“You’re making the boner harder to keep to myself.”

I lean back and look it into his eyes as they search mine. “Then don’t.”

And with that, our mouths are pressed together, desperately trying to show our emotions. I can feel the stubble on his chin rub against my skin and moan which gives him access to my mouth. He slips his tongue in and I moan loudly this time. It roams around, gliding across, back and forth and I hold on to him tighter, not wanting to let go.

He pulls me closer, something I thought wasn’t possible, before letting go of my mouth and kissing my neck.

“My god”

He nibbles at the area right below my jaw and I lean my head the other way, giving him more space.

“Fuck Ash!”

I jump onto him, and wrap my legs around his waist and he groans as I rub against his more prominent boner.

“You really are a gift from above,” I say softly, my eyes closing in ecstasy as he bites harder while his stubble scratches at my skin.

“I’m not the angel you think I am,” he says huskily, before he moves his hands from my waist to my butt.

“Prove it then.”

[oh-my-gawd]

Moving in only five months ago, you’ve gotten to know everybody and already forming tight bonds. Tony, while being a bit of a flirt and annoying, turned out to be one of your closest friends. Steve now being your best friend. Natasha being like a sister to you. Bruce was always a shoulder to cry on and gave great advice. Thor, while you guys being too close was always a pleasure to be around. And Clint was always fun to hang out with (occasionally being annoying but still fun nonetheless). You got along great with everyone. Aside from Bucky. He wasn’t mean or anything, hell he was one d the sweetest guys you’ve ever met, but you having a huge crush on him did play a factor in why whenever you spoke to him all that came out was quick responses and awkward pauses. “So what are you doing this weekend y/n?” Tony asked you one morning while you were making cereal. “Nothing, why do you ask” you replied giving him a questioning look while trying to reach for the cereal box that was on the high shelf. Walking over to help you grab it, he replied “well I was gonna have a pool party for the team, ya know we’ve been working hard on our last few missions and I thought we deserved a little break” you gave him a “cut the bullshit” look. “What?” He asked walking with you to the table so you can enjoy your cereal. “That sounds a little too nice for your taste” you tell him I’m a suspicious tone. “What? I just thought this would be a nice way to let off some steam seeing that we’ve all been so stressed out.” You gave him another look telling him you didn’t believe it. “I swear” he said putting his hand to his heart. “And I get to see you in a bikini” he whispered to himself not so quietly. “Oh my lord” you said hitting his arm. “But will you be their?” He asked genuinely. You considered your options, on one hand, Netflix and icecream did seem like a good way to spend your time this weekend, but on the other hand, you would get to see Bucky shirtless and in the water soaking wet. Hmmm, Ice cream or Bucky? Ice cream or Bucky. “Yeah, I’ll go” you told tony making up your mind that Bucky’s abs would be better to watch than Netflix. “Yes!” He said standing up. “Where are you going?” You asked still not done with your cereal. “Gotta go work out so I can look my best for the party” he replies walking out. You shake your head and chuckle going back to finishing your cereal “How is this?” You ask showing your swimsuit you are wearing toNatasha and Steve who are sitting on your bed. It was a simple deep red bikini that pushed up your boobs a tad but still had good support. “Eh it’s a little boring, boobs looking great tho” Natasha says with a calm tone. “It looks fine” Steve adds on “a little revealing though.” It was Friday, a day before the party, you were trying on different swimsuits that Natasha is lending you, Steve is there to give a mans input, while having a man there would seem odd to almost people, you know Steve enough to know that he’s absolutely not into you (he says he thinks of you like a little sister) and that you can trust him. “Yeah but it needs to be a little revealing to catch bucky’s attention” Natasha says nudging Steve with her elbow and raising her eyebrows. “Ew” he says rolling his eyes. “I’ll try another one on” you say seeing how Steve does have a point. The next one you try on is black with white polka dots. This one also pushes up your boobs a little bit but it feels less revealing seeing that’s it’s a one piece. It hugs your curves and although it doesn’t reveal much you still look sexy as hell. You come out of your closet and immediately in unison Natasha and Steve say “this is the one” looking at each other amazed. “Yeah I like this one too, I think I’ll pick this one” you tell them and return to the closet to get some normal clothes on. “Do you guys wanna go get some coffee, there’s this little coffee shop down the road that just opened and It looks good” Natasha asks you and Steve. “Sure, why not?” You reply shrugging. “Sorry I was planning on hitting the gym right now but maybe next time” Steve says getting up. “Aw come on” Natasha argues “your built like a god, I don’t think you need to hit the gym.” “ sorry but I havent worked out in a while and I have to be prepared for this upcoming mission.” He says waving goodbye and walking out the door. “Guess it’s just you and me” Natasha says glancing over to you. You both head out the door and spot Bucky passing by in the hallway. “And possibly Bucky” Natasha whispers to you quickly wiggling her eyebrows. “Hey, me and y/n we’re thinking about heading to the coffee shop down the road, would you care to join us?” She asks in a way too innocent tone. “If this means free coffee, I’m in” he says smiling. Your heart pangs against your chest when you see that fucking gorgeous smile. You catch Bucky glancing at you the whole walk to the coffee shop, it makes your heart pound but you decide to not read to much into it, not wanting to get your hopes up. You enter “irvings coffee shop” and you and Bucky take a seat while Natasha goes to order drinks. The silence is killing you. Until he speaks up “so are you gonna go to the pool party tomorrow?” He asks looking at you with his baby blue eyes. “Yeah” you reply “after the last few missions I think a pool party is well deserved.” You say giving him a small smile. “What about you?” You ask. “Well I wasn’t gonna plan on going but knowing you’ll be there, I might reconsider” he says giving you a small wink that make your face flush instantly. That was not what you were expecting. Nat suddenly comes over with the drinks and she starts a conversation about the poor service. “That guys hit on me before even taking my order. Can you believe that?” You try listening but you still sneak flirty glances to buck, and luckily, he returns them. The day of the party you get your swimsuit and head out to Tony’s pool (which is huge to say the least) Natasha is arguing with Clint about something stupid, Steve is talking to Bucky while making hot dogs on the grill. Thor is having a water war with Sam and Bruce is sitting on a lounge chair reading a book. You see tony sitting in an inflatable tube while drinking a martini. You hop in the water and swim over to him. “You look like a soccer moms cliche fantasy” you say teasingly. “I’ll talk that as a compliment” he says not looking over at you. You too your eyes and join Sam and Thor in a water war. This eventually turns into a chicken fight with you sitting on third shoulders and Natasha sitting on sam, you and Natasha trying to push eachother off, you being very competitive eventually wins and you claim your victory hotdog from Steve. You sit down on the lounge chair next to Bruce and watch the others play in the water. Eyes sometimes gliding over to Bucky. He’s in the pool splashing Natasha with water, his abs glisten with water droplets and you can’t help but stare, he catches your eye and smirks, Bucky looks you up and down drinking you in. You feel the red going to your face and the butterflies flapping in your stomach, but most importantly the wetness you feel between your legs, but thi is not the wetness from the pool. You. Cross your legs and continue to watch the others play. Every once ina a while Bucky glances over looking like a predator staring at his pray, or walk past and make a compliment like “nice swimsuit” After the sun goes down, everybody starts walking to their rooms. You get up and start walking. Bucky catches up and locks arms with you. “Can I walk you to your room?” He asks fluttering his eyes dramatically. “Wow how gentlemen like” you say with a fake gasp. He walks with you in a comfortable silence all the way to your room. “Thank you for the walk to my room that is literally 2 minutes away from the pool” you say sarcastically but still smiling. “Anytime doll” he says kissing the back of your hand. He walks to his room swaying his hips and you open your door. As soon as you walk in you shut the door and go to your closet to find your dildo. As soon as you do you hop on the bed. Your soaking. You stop off your bathing suit and start rubbing your clit. You’re too horny to do much else, you just need penetration, now. You straddle the dildo and line it up with your opening. You slowly slide down, getting used to the thickness of it. Once it’s all the way in, you bounce up and down, riding it like your life depended on it. Images of Bucky flash in your mind. Him tying you up. You sucking his cock. Him giving you praises. You slam down on the dildo and start panting. Unable to control the moans spilling from your your mouth as the tip hits your sweet spot. You whisper bucky’s name over and over again. You reach up and grab your breast, rubbing your nipple. Your so close. You ride the dildo harder, moans getting louder. Your so close, so so close. Your about to reach your climax when you hear the door being opened, you stop immediately, but the door opens before you could pull the dildo out. You hear a low ruff voice “hey I was wonderin-” he stopped immediately when he sees you. You meet his baby blue eyes. Everything freezes. He looks at you from top to bottom, pupils dialating. Of course it had to be Bucky who finds you like this. You snap out of it and try to cover yourself. “Wait!” He says almost begging. You look to him mortified. He closes the door. And locks it. You suddenly look down to his sweat pants to see him half hard. You gulp and your face turns even a darker red. He steps closer. His eyes filled with lust. "That can't satisfy you doll, you need a real man to fill that tight pussy up right. Were you thinking of me?"keeping eyes contact with him, you nod slowly, your face tomato red and your pussy drenched. You take the dildo out quick, eager to have him instead. The tent in his pants growing. He climbs on top of you and smashes his lips against yours breaking the tension so quick you barely have time to register it.you whine as he pulls away and starts planting kisses all the way from your neck to your breasts. He starts giving sucking your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. Heat is pooling in your core as you moan from the sensation. He gives the same treatment to your other boob and starts your stomach all the way down to your wet pussy. Before he starts eating you out, he looks up and asks “are you sure this is what you want?” Bucky’s POV: "Ohhhh fuck" Bucky thinks as he's walking back to his room. He rakes his hands through his hair as he thinks about today, your swimsuit Huggins your curves perfectly, your adorable laugh as you fall off of thors shoulders in the water, that warm smile that makes his heart skip a beat. He smiles at the thought. He's at his door when he remembers how amazing you are, that you always make him feel at home, that your always a shoulder to cry on, that he wants to be those things to you and more. He realizes that he won't find another person like you, he shouldn't miss his chance. He turns around and walks right back to your room, making up his mind that he's gonna confess his feelings to you. He doesn't even bother with knocking, being to impatient "Hey I was wondering-" he stops in his tracks, taking in the beautiful sight, your naked body riding a flimsy red dildo. Your pupils blown and his name on your tongue. This was not what he was expecting Normal POV (your point of view) "More than anything" you reply

[gabrielnoahblake]

Between the Raindrops // Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Hello! This is Part ONE out of I don’t know how many. The story is up on Quotev too, under the same name. Titel has nothing to do with story except the fact that London is rainy, I love rain, and rain is romantic haha.. You rushed through the corridors of Bart’s hospital, aiming for the morgue section. You were in your final year studying medicine, an intern at Bart’s asigned in the general medicine department. But due to this and that you spent a good amount of time in the morgue for practice. Which was exactly where you had your first encounter with the person behind the legend of Sherlock Holmes. You walked in the morgue and saw Molly waiting behind the glass, though she semed to be fascinated with whatever was taking place beyond it. It was a morgue though, filled with dead people, what could have possibly been so interesting to have her pupils dialate like that?  Instead of leaving it to your imagination you walked up to her and followed her line of vision, but what you saw nearly made you feel as if somebody had hit the back of your knees. He was tall, God he was tall. He was slim, tousled dark hair framing his pale face, but i couldn’t tell his eyes from where i stood. He was dressed in a black suit, a black shirt underneath whilst his collar was casually unbuttoned. Holding what looked like a riding crop in his right hand, he repeatedly lowerd it sharply upon a randoom deadbody, placed on the table in front of him. He looked so focused and determined with what he was doing, you couldn’t tell if it was creepy or hot.  “ Oh my God… ” “ I know, isn’t he? ” Molly spoke dreamily next to you. In seconds, you found myself glued to the glass like she had been, gawking. It was just impossible to look away.  “ Who is he? ” “ That’s Sherlock Holmes. A chemist, here at Bart’s, and a consulting detective in his off time. ” Molly said. Your eyes goggled as you turned your head towards her slowly, then back towards the glass.  “ Heh, well aren’t we lucky. ” you suddenly scoffed “ Why is he doing that? ” “ Experiments, he does it frequently. ” “ Frequently? I’m here often, how come i haven’t but once witnessed this before? I believe it’d be hard to miss. ” “ He usually comes in the after hours so there’s nobody around. Well, nobody alive. But there was a case earlier today so he was early. ” Molly said as you noticed the man had stopped with whipping the lifeless body. Still mezmerized, you nearly missed Molly as she hurried inside.  You saw him pull out a small jotter pad write things down as he instructed Molly to text him on what kind of injuries would form on the body in the next 20 minutes. As she started staggering with her response, you noticed him double glancing your way as if though he only just realised you was present at all. Noticing his puzzled stare, Molly glanced at you and back at Sherlock. “ Oh, sorry. You don’t know each other. ” Molly laughed lightly “ Why don’t you do that and i’ll go pick up this man’s files. ” she said and walked off.  “ I’m Sherlock Holmes. ” he spoke monotonusly, looking up from his jotter pad “ And you are? ” Erm, sexually frustrated?? “ Hi, i’m Lucy, Lucy Amond. ” “ An intern i suppose, quite skilled and quite intelligent. You do stand out in the crowd. ” he spoke, his ghostly blue eyes analysing you in a somewhat incredious manner. “ I’m sorry? ” you gave a puzzled look “ Did Molly say something? ” “ Not a word. ’‘  ” Then how can you tell all that? “ you returned your gaze on Sherlock, your voice humorous.  ” It’s quite simple. You’re younger. “ ” Younger? “ ” Yes. Out of all the other interns i’ve come across here, you seem to be the youngest. That indicates you started your educations a few years earlier than your peers, which on it’s own means you’re on a higher intelleactual level than the rest of the interns, probably have an excellent memory and are quick to register new information. “ ” Okay, then how do i stand out in the crowd? It sounds like you’ve been watching me. “ ” I observe everything, you so happened to be a part of the scenery. “ ” And i stand out how? “ ” First there’s the fact that you’re younger, you probably don’t recieve proper attention from the doctors, looked down upon on, they underestimate you. Judjing by your choice of outfit i see it’s bothering you. “ ” What, my outfit? “ you quickly look down on yourself ” Is there somethign wrong with it? “ ” There’s nothing wrong with it. Sits your age, sits your height, but doesn’t sit your purposes. “ Sherlock stepped aside from the table to be able to see bellow your waist as well ” A skirt, quircky top, leggings, platforms, though you probably have sneakers in your locker. I see nothing wrong with it what so ever, but apperantly, you’re aiming for a speciffic effect. You possibly want to have a positive subconsious effect on the patients, but that’s still not everything. You don’t want doctors relying on you for your skirt, you want them relying on your brain. Clearly, you’re failing. ’’ As you blink a few times, a look of amazement spreads on your “ That was.. amazing. Kind of rude, but still awesome. ” “ Pardon? ” you furrowed his brows in question. “ It was amazing, your deducing skills. ” “ Please, this is nothing. You should see the looks i get from Scotland Yard. ” Sherlock says, making his way out of the mortury.  “ Scotland Yard? ” you call after him, rushing out of the morgue to catch up to him. “ Are you a detective? ” “ Consulting detective, only one in the world, i invented the job. And i work here as a chemist. ” “ A consulting detective… ” you trail off, nearly missing him as he turned a corner sudenly “ So when Scotland Yard hits the bottom, they come to you for help? You must be really brilliant then. ” “ Told you you catch on quick. ” he noted, looking over his shoulder with a wink before switching corridors again and going up the stairs with you on his tail.  “ Wait i have a question. ” you call reaching the top. Sherlock turned on his heels, the same poker face peering at you as you nearly bumped into him. “ How did you know i have sneakers in my locker? ” “ I know that simply because no human being can take walking in these dreadful, but strangely appealing to the eye shoes all day. I believe you come here in your sneakers, change into platforms or heels in the locker and at the end of the day do reverse. ” with that he turned on his heel again and disappeard behind a door. When you caught your breath you followed him inside, realizing this must be his lab. You walked around, observing and scanning, oblivious to Sherlock’s calculating gaze following you from under his curly locks.  “ My turn to ask a question. Why are you following me around? ’'  ” Hm? “ you turn to him a curious look in your eyes ” Oh i um, i guess i was just so impressed i wanted to know more. “ ” Know more about what? “ ” Erm.. you? “ Sherlock gave you a suspicious look ” Erm, your work, your detective work, it sounds intriguing. Besides, you’re the only consulting detective i’ll ever meet right? Might as well learn from you, at least. “ ” I don’t have time for trivial things, i’m busy. “ ” Like you said, i catch on quick. “ Sherlock kept analysing you, yet you were so focused on examining his lab you didn’t even pay attention. ” What exactly is it that fascinates you so much? What do you imply under 'learning from you? “ Humming  a happy tune you walked over to him and look over his experiment ” My parents are profilers, they work at the BAU. So since i was a kid i’ve been spending lots of time in a crime-solving enviroment. You could say it’s something I have a knack for, i miss it. Besides, hospitals are a massive source of information. I could be of use~ “  ” Interesting… “ Sherlock gave you a lingering look before turning away sharply and applying his attention to whatever was under the microscope ” Don’t you have homework to do? “ ” Mr Holmes! “ you say sternly and push him away from the machine by the shoulder, gettign up in his face ” Don’t underestimate my skills, and don’t think i’m a child who has to go by her bedtime curfew. I’m an adult, i’m qualified and a person capable of such detailed deduction such as yourself, clearly needs somebody to help him out. “ ” Oh really? However clever you are, i don’t need a second brain, thank you though for the offer. “ he responded, unfazed by the closeness you were applying. ” I’m not offering you a second brain mr Holmes. I’m offering you unlimitted access. “ you quirck a brow up, knowing it would catch his attention. ” Access to what? “ ” Anything you need for a case. I can arrange you access to things Scotland Yard can’t, and, on the base of your personality, probably won’t. And i can have my parents authorize me to give them orders around. How does that sound? “ Sherlock inhaled deeply, his eyes still deducing you. ” Oh alright. “ he finally bend.  ” Yes! “ you moved away from him happily, clapping your hands.  ” I suppose i could have some good use of you. “ Sherlock said, fixing his jacket ” But do keep in mind i will want you available at all times. You may not get enough sleep, eat or even go home for days, i hope you’re prepared for that? Give me your phone. “ he shot you an expecting look. ” Mr Holmes i study medicine. “ you shoot back, handing him your phone ” Not feeding or sleeping properly is kind of what i do on daily basics. “  Sherlcok snorted, his lips curling into a smile as he returned the device ” Alright then. There, you have my phone number. You start tomorrow. Now off you go. “ he nodded towards the door and you made your way briskly ” Oh and Lucy. “ Sherlock stopped you just before you shut the door ” Stop calling me mr Holmes. Name’s Sherlock. “ Another grin stretches on your lips as you nod and run off to go rejoin with Molly again