#Trying to find something nice to say to B like hmm ur crazy i could be a lil crazier

[saturnscholar]

all texts for B >:)

㊁ : emergency

[txt] the door was locked the curtains were closed I remember i know they were

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[txt] I kind of wish I had half your ambition and lack of inhibitions. I’d like to be strong. Like you.

👅 : sext/suggestive

[txt] What do they see in you? [txt] Should I find out?

♪ : musical/lyrics

[txt] Poetic, synthetic, they mean the same to me. You really inspire pathos among the faculty.

★ : wrong number

[txt] I need some answers. Just tell me what you do know about him.

☯ : angry/hateful

[txt] You’ll never fill that hole you know. You’re a hollow, lonely black hole.

♖ : drunk/drugged

(took C’s drugs)

[txt] hooyfuckingshit i can see your face clear as day andnow i cant stop seeeeing it its everywhere how are you everyon butnooone at the same time stop fucking FOLLOWING ME

♛ : worried

[txt] Where is he

♘ : late night

[txt] Is this what you really wanted? [txt] Im not so sure it is.

[a-very-tail-wizard]

I Want A Baby

Rating: T

Pairing: Gruvia/Gray x Juvia

Disclaimer: I don’t own Fairy Tail.

Word Count: 2k

Title: I Want a Baby

Genre: one shot, fluff, domestic fluff, pregnant!Juvia

Summary: Several months after moving in together, Juvia has potential news, but she’s not sure how Gray will take it.

A/N: Tada! My first Gruvia fic. It finally happened. (This was originally supposed to continue into a smut fic, but I decided to end it early. If you’d like the continuation though, reply or send me an ask, and I’ll try to make it happen.)

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Juvia

I pat my neck with the towel again, dramatizing imaginary droplets of water after I washed my face. It’s stupid, I know. If he was paying the tiniest bit of attention, he’d immediately find it odd. Not only have I been drying my face for an abnormally long time already, I don’t even need to dry my face because I can just absorb the water into my body. I’m stuck. If I go to bed now, he might talk to me, and then I’ll have to lie to him, but if I keep stalling in here, he’ll eventually get suspicious. I don’t know what to do!

“Juvia?” His voice travels in from the bedroom.

Oh no. It sounds like he’s coming this way! What do I do?

I panic, dropping the towel and quickly splashing fresh water onto my cheeks from the still running faucet.

“Are you…washing your face?” He steps into the doorway, and I focus all of my energy on lathering my forehead instead of the reflection of his perfect abs in the mirror.

“Yes, my love!” I say through my fingers. “Just trying to keep my skin perfect for you.”

“But I thought you just washed…” He frowns and shakes his head. “Nevermind. I’m going to bed.”

“Okay, darling.”

“Turn the light off when you come in.”

He leaves, and I rush to wash the soap off, gasping when the water is cold.

“This is ridiculous,” I hiss to myself. “I don’t need tap water for this.”

Creating water with my hands, I rinse my face and pat it dry a second time with a fresh towel. After hanging both used towels up to dry, I turn off the bathroom light and tiptoe toward the bed, hoping Gray is already sleeping.

As I sit down on my side of the mattress, I feel a little bit guilty. Normally, I love being in bed with Gray before we fall asleep. We talk. We cuddle. And sometimes we…

No. Don’t think about that.

My brain gets all muddled when I think about the deliciously naughty things Gray and I do, and right now, I’m confused enough already.

Turning onto my side, I slide my legs under the sheets and turn to face the wall.

“Juvia.”

My heart skips a beat in the darkness of the room, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

What does he want? Maybe he’s talking in his sleep.

“Did you talk to Cana today?”

Oh no! He talked to Cana? She probably told him something! But she didn’t know what she knew when I asked her, so if she told him something it will only upset him!

“Juvia?”

Oh right. He asked me a question. Maybe if I don’t say anything, he’ll stop talking.

“I know you’re awake.”

He rolls toward me, and I stop breathing as the heat of his bare chest radiates into my back.

“Is something wrong?” he asks softly, and I suddenly feel like crying.

“N-no,” I choke out. “No, my love. Nothing is wrong. I’m just…tired.”

“Cana said something weird when I saw her today,” he goes on in that gentle voice that turns me into a puddle. “She said I needed to be careful with you.”

“What?” I stammer. “Why-why would she say that?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.”

His fingers run down my bare arm, and my body shudders. I want him to touch me, but I also don’t. I dread what I need to tell him, but I also feel terrible about keeping it from him.

“Juvia, baby…”

“She told you there’s a baby?” I whip around so fast I almost smack into his forehead with mine.

“Whoa! What the hell?” he grimaces angrily. “I was only trying to—wait.”

I see his face go white. I’m not sure how since the room is black with night, but I do.

“Did you say…b-baby?”

Oh no! What have I done? I can’t take it back now! Unless…

“N-no,” I start shakily. “I said, um–”

My eyes dart around the room as I try to think of something.

This is bad. He’s going to know. But I don’t even know! What if he doesn’t want a baby now! Will he be angry? I don’t want to make Gray angry with me! I don’t think I can handle that on top of this!

“Juvia?”

I sit up and pull my knees into my chest, burying my face in my hands as tears build up in my eyes.

“Are you pregnant?” His voice is so hard and cold, like his demon slaying magic. I shiver and lick my lips.

“I don’t know,” I confess quietly.

“You don’t know?” he echoes. “Did you suspect? Were you going to tell me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, what do you know? I mean, one minute I’m about to go to sleep and the next there’s a freakin’ baby? What the hell?”

“I don’t know!” I shriek, whirling to face him.

“Hey, whoa.” His hand lands on my shoulder, but I shrug it off as I turn to face him.

“I just…” I take a deep breath and say everything in my head at once. “I’ve been feeling strange, and I’ve felt sick a few times, but my cycle is never on time, and I don’t know if that has to do with my body of water or something else, but I started thinking it might be a possibility.”

“I always wear a condom,” he pipes up. “Even that time in the tub, I–”

“I know,” I whisper as tears begin to slip onto my cheeks. “But…my entire body is water.”

“Condoms are waterproof.”

“Well, my water is magical!” I shout. “And anyway, condoms aren’t always effective. Or one could’ve broken, and I didn’t realize. And it doesn’t even matter because if I’m pregnant already…”

I start sobbing, and bury my face in my knees, using the blanket to dry my tears.

“Juvia…”

“Please, don’t be angry with me, Gray,” I choke. “I know this isn’t what you want, but I don’t know what else to do!”

“Juvia, calm down.”

“I tried to find out! I went to Porlyusica, but she wasn’t sure if she could diagnose me because, well, since my body is unique, she doesn’t know if the symptoms are the same or if everything will present itself the same way. And then I asked Cana if her cards said anything, but she didn’t have anything concrete. All she said was something big would be changing in our home, and now I’m terrified you’re going to leave–Ah!”

He grabs me without warning, his hands sliding around me and hauling me into his lap.

“Gray, darling, what are you–”

“If I were going to leave, I would never have moved in with you in the first place,” his deep voice rumbles against my ear, his nose buried in my hair.

“B-but if there’s a baby–”

“I thought you wanted babies,” he cuts me off. “In fact, I’m one hundred percent certain you mentioned them on more than one occasion.”

“Well, I do,” I murmur, “but we haven’t talked about when we wanted to start, um, trying, and since you haven’t said anything–”

“I’ll say it now then.”

What?

I blink as he turns my face toward him, cupping my cheeks in his hands.

“I want a baby, Juvia.”

Heat floods my body, and I reach up and grab his wrists, squeezing my eyes shut.

He can’t mean it. He must just be saying it to make me feel better.

“Don’t lie,” I hiss. “It’ll only make it worse.”

“You think I’m lying to you?” he growls. “Since when have I ever done crap like that?”

He has a point. Even when it hurt, my darling Gray has never lied to me. Though, sometimes I did wish he’d spared my feelings.

“I want a baby,” he says again.

“But…but you’re always saying how you don’t envy Gajeel whenever he’s with the twins. I thought–”

“Have you seen the twins? They’re nothing but trouble. It’s a miracle Gajeel has time to breathe, let alone take any jobs.”

“That’s true,” I whisper. “But still, you always said you wanted to wait and not to rush it. I don’t want you to–”

“If you’re already pregnant, it doesn’t really matter what I said. And to be honest, I have been…thinking about it.”

“You have?” I jerk back and stare at him.

“Your happiness is important to me, and I know you want a family,” he confesses. “Plus, I’ve seen Alzack and Bisca with Asuka; who wouldn’t want to have that? So you don’t need worry about me being angry with you. I’m not.”

“Gray, dear, we can’t have a baby just to make me happy, if that’s what you’re saying.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he growls. “Look. I know I complain about babies and kids, especially the twins, but they’re not mine. I’ve known for a long time that when I have a kid, I’m going to love him the way my parents loved me and the way Ur loved Ultear. I would give my life for him, and I’ve never even seen him.”

“Gray, darling…”

“And any baby I have with you, I’ll love that much more,” he goes on. “Because I love you, Juvia, and you’ve loved me for longer than I probably want to know.”

“The day we met,” I whisper.

“Right.” He shakes his head at the same time he pulls me into his chest. “I know you’ll teach our son how to love relentlessly with strength to match. I want that.”

“Unless we have a girl,” I chime in.

“Everything I just said goes the same for a girl. The important thing is I want a baby, and I want one with you, Juvia.”

Oh my.

I shut my eyes and exhale slowly, my cheek against his guild mark, his heart beating in my ear.

I don’t know what to say. Gray isn’t usually so loquacious. And never so romantic.

Oh wait. There is that.

“Well, there might not be one,” I remind him quietly.

“Hmm, I guess you have a point.” He raises an eyebrow, and I feel my body begin quaking. “But, I know of a way to increase our chances.”

Oh no. I know that look. He’s suggesting sex!

“You mean…right now?”

“Oh yeah.” He smirks as he pulls me against his chest and rolls us in the bed so that I’m on my back with him hovering over me.

“Gray, my love, are you sure? It’s late, and–”

“I know you’re not trying to talk me out of sex,” he interrupts. “Because that would be crazy coming from the woman who would jump me in the guild hall if I didn’t stop her.”

“No.” I blush. He really does know me well. “I just…you said so many nice things, and I haven’t had time to think…”

“You don’t need to think,” he murmurs as he slides the straps of my nightgown off my shoulders. “If you’re pregnant, I want to celebrate.”

“And if I’m not?”

“Then I want to change that.”

My mind goes blank as his mouth lowers to my neck. His hand slides up my thigh, and my heart starts racing.

“I love you, Juvia,” he whispers as I squirm under him.

“Yes, my love!” I pant. “I love you too.”

He continues touching me and kissing me, and I quickly forget to be worried. Forget to be anything. All I know is my darling Gray and everything he’s making me feel, which of course is all so very good.

[birlcholtz]

any bittyholtz headcanons👀

holster knows he’s big ok? and he realizes pretty quick his sophomore year that bitty is Not Great at handling large guys coming at him quickly. so out of consideration for this tiny frosh, who is cute but holster can also tell is scared shitless by ransom and holster being their loud selves, holster tries to be conscious of bitty and respect his space (and also not yell too much around him because who knows what specifically bothers him)

and the great thing about ransom and holster being best bros for so long is that holster doesn’t have to explain what he’s doing to ransom, ransom just kind of matches him and that’s that

and holster is delighted every time bitty opens up a bit more and relaxes a bit more around the team, and when he comes out to ransom and holster holster internally is like oh. oh of COURSE. of course big loud jocks who talk about hooking up with women all the time and check people really hard on the ice bother him. duh holster

but holster would NEVER hurt someone for being gay that’s a huge asshole move and he feels it is Very Important That Bitty Knows That Holster Would Never Hurt Him. why does he feel it’s so important?? that’s a question for later holster isn’t a whole ‘analyze my feelings’ dude

so holster actively makes an effort to be around bitty in a non-threatening way. by a couple of months into spring semester they’re very comfortable around each other, comfortable enough that bitty jokes about their size difference and at one point he literally jumps into holster’s arms (who catches him on instinct) and then holster is like oh my god i’m holding bitty. oh my god he’s so small but so muscular. oh my god his hair smells so nice oh god oh fUCK

there is literally so much more under the cut. (send me ur headcanons for rarepairs/qpps!)

bitty, for his part, was initially very wary of ransom and holster for exactly the reasons holster figured out. it also doesn’t help that ransom dresses like a preppy frat bro and holster dresses like a messy frat bro. they’re both frat bros and bitty takes a long time to warm up to them.

but what does help is the way holster always lets bitty know he’s there before he gets too close (sometimes bitty is in the zone in the kitchen and doesn’t notice things like his teammates entering), and the way he doesn’t friendly-punch bitty like he does ransom. or jack. or shitty. or even lardo honestly nobody’s safe. except bitty is.

holster is also definitely responsible for putting some of bitty’s favorite songs on the kegster playlist and bitty definitely finds out and his heart warms a little more

and once bitty’s come out to ransom and holster and they don’t treat him any differently or weirdly and still profess their love for him when he bakes things without a single no homo, bitty finds himself hanging around with them a little more?

ransom likes to study in the attic without distractions so that means that bitty and holster wind up spending a lot more time together and listen. bitty can’t spend that much time with holster without noticing that the guy is a) extremely tall b) ripped and c) has an excellent jawline. and bitty is only human y’all

when he plays music in the kitchen holster will always dance (and sing along if he knows the words, or enough of the words to get them wrong in a funny way because bitty’s laugh sounds like angels singing and okay yeah holster is smitten)

holster Cannot make pies because he cannot touch pastry, bitty forbids him from trying before he even asks because his hands are too warm and he’ll fuck it all up. (holster, internally, is pleased bitty’s noticed. bitty, internally, is like fuck was that too weird) BUT if holster is in there he usually gets dragged into stirring things or chopping things or handing bitty sticks of butter from the fridge and basically whatever he can do without fucking up the pastry

and a while after that holster is like hang on wait it’s been a while since i realized i had a crush on bitty and it has Not gone away should i like. i don’t know. fucking tell him i’m into guys or something like that?? that would be smart

this is more how they get together than a list of headcanons LMAO i always get distracted and this is so fucking long omg

so he’s like rans. how do i do this. and ransom is like you should blast gettin’ bi from crazy ex girlfriend and holster is like weird. i love it.

other things holster does to subtly let bitty know he’s bi: loudly discuss his plans for going to pride that summer, make a lot of bi puns and hope one of them lands, show bitty funny posts from the lgbtq+ samwell student group on facebook

eventually bitty is like . hm. holster is either a VERY supportive ally. or he is trying to tell me something. and after the 80th bi meme post from the facebook group he’s like holster. hon. are you trying to tell me something

and holster is like YES. I AM BISEXUAL and bitty’s like oh that’s great!! (internally: can i climb him like a tree yet)

and then bitty’s like well thanks for telling me! and holster is like uh yeah! (because listen he’s good at wheeling but he is SO bad at wheeling bitty because this isn’t just someone cute he found at a kegster u know??? it’s BITTY and holster kind of wants to sweep him off his feet but in like. a gentlemanly way that won’t scare him)

when holster relates this interaction to ransom ransom is like oh my fucking god holster you could have told him and holster is like yeah and i did not for some fucking reason???????? ransom. i’m dumb and ransom is like no you just caught feelings

(bitty, to shitty: hey so uh. if a guy aggressively hints he’s into guys for like. a month. and then when i ask him straight out he tells me he’s bi. what does that mean. and shitty’s like i mean i wouldn’t know unless i know the guy?? but i wouldn’t ask u to tell me bc like. hes gotta choose who he’s out to u know and bitty’s like yeah i mean u know him but maybe i’ll ask him who else he’s out to bc i need some advice and shitty is like hell yeah)

the next day, bitty’s like holster are u out to anyone else?? just bc the team seems kinda. hetero. except for me. and holster is like oh yeah rans knows and shitty knows. also johnson. and jack if he’s not stupid because i’ve definitely had guys stay over. but mostly just the guys in the haus yeah

then they go to murder stop ‘n shop and buy baking ingredients. holster carries a metric fuck ton of flour and butter and pretends he doesn’t notice bitty staring at his arms (but he might flex just a little more than necessary)

so bitty’s like EXCELLENT. and then he talks to shitty again and is like IT’S HOLSTER AND I’M SUPER INTO HIM WHAT DO I DO and shitty’s like hooooo boy. and then HE’S like well uh. holster doesn’t like. feel the need to formally come out to people usually like the way he told me was by just telling me about a guy he hooked up with last year with zero context or warning? like i don’t know holster as well as, like, rans, but he definitely wants you specifically to know that he’s bi.

and bitty’s like intriguing. i’m gonna go combust now. and shitty’s like cool catch ya later.

so then bitty decides there’s only one way to find out if holster’s into him. and it’s not asking him, what the fuck?? no obviously not. it’s wearing very short shorts and touching him a lot and watching him to see if he blushes or gets flustered. bitty may not be a blunt or forthright person when it comes to hitting on people but he can at least make it impossible for holster to try and hide any feelings he may or may not have.

so rip holster is what i’m saying. but he also observes how much bitty is still watching him-- usually when bitty is doing something like wearing very short shorts or dancing at a kegster or flinging himself into holster’s lap-- and he’s like HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. because also holster is like way more experienced with like. relationships in general? like he’s familiar with what someone flirting with him looks like. so he’s like alright well if bitty wants to make me suffer i’m going to make him suffer too. (’rans can i borrow your skinny jeans’ ‘is this so you can get back at bitty’ ‘yes it’s important’ ‘yeah sure whatever’)

holster knows he’s jacked, he just has to make sure bitty knows it. he also knows that bitty is comfortable with holster standing pretty close to him now so he’s going to use that to his advantage since holster is also tall as Fuck. (obviously he doesn’t do anything creepy like stand right behind him or smth but like. if they’re talking. holster is gonna get just a little in bitty’s space just so bitty has to look up at him a little. is this partially because bitty has really nice eyelashes? yeah)

basically what i’m saying is once holster decides to get back at bitty all hell breaks loose. literally nobody else in the haus can deal with the sexual tension when they’re in the same room. bitty is now pretty sure that holster is into him. shitty texts bitty saying ‘can you please bone for the love of god’. for good measure shitty also texts holster saying the same thing. he’s so tired but also this is hilarious

like it gets EXTRA. bitty and holster can both bend and snap and they DO. holster intentionally spills water on his t-shirt to make it cling more. when he sits at the kitchen table doing work bitty comes by and leans over his shoulder to see what he’s doing and if he brushes holster’s neck a little as he does it, well, that’s between them. at one point holster and bitty are both standing at the counter washing dishes and holster starts chirping bitty about not being able to reach the top shelf and asks if he wants to stand on a chair and bitty’s like hmm or you could just carry me. and holster almost has a conniption and it gets even worse when they finish washing up and bitty’s like oh great the counter’s all cleared off! and hops up and sits on it and that gets his face a little closer, vertically, to holster, who is suddenly aware that bitty is wearing very short shorts AGAIN, which like, seem to have become his uniform, and that when bitty sits like that holster can barely see those shorts, that’s how tiny they are, and it looks like bitty’s just sitting there in a shirt and nothing else and holster’s brain supplies a LOT of images once he thinks of that and hoo boy.

and holster’s like how can i get back at him. and bitty’s sitting right next to the hanging cabinets so holster grabs some of the plates from the drying rack that look dry enough and goes and stands *right* in front of bitty. like he’s not actually brushing bitty’s legs where they dangle off the counter but if he stepped forward like. half an inch. he would be. and they make eye contact for a second and then, without moving, holster starts putting plates away.

and bitty is like oh my fucking god WHAT else do i have to do (he doesn’t say this out loud) and then when holster’s done putting away the plates and it looks like he’s going to go grab more bitty just. wraps his legs around holster’s waist and pulls him in (and holster is like holy FUCK because he knew bitty’s legs were strong but not THAT STRONG HOLY SHIT) and at this point there’s really nothing else for them to do but make out at the kitchen counter and that’s what they do. (bitty does, in fact, climb that man like a tree)

okay so some actual headcanons lol. you thought you knew bitty was a clothes stealing fiend?? you were wrong. he absolutely is but you just didn’t know how much. does holster still have literally any of his sweatshirts? probably not honestly

the only way bitty will sit on the green couch will be if holster is sitting on the green couch and bitty is sitting in his lap because that way he can avoid any actual contact with the couch

when bitty makes anything with blueberries in it holster steals some but he also feeds bitty some because he’s mushy like that

they continue to go to extreme lengths to try and get each other flustered in public. shitty is so tired.

they share playlists constantly and even more of bitty’s favorites find their way onto the kegster playlist

when bitty moves into the haus holster is in his room c o n s t a n t l y. he just likes the space ok??? there’s lil reminders of bitty everywhere and of course if bitty is there too then that’s just the BEST

the puck bunny halloween costume physically murders adam birkholtz

[johannstutt413]

Hey There Little Lupo, Lemme Whisper in Your Ear...

“...Hmm.” The Doctor rolled over in his bed to turn his lamp on. “Could have sworn I heard something.”

“You did.” Lappland was standing at the end, a bloodcurdling smile on her face.

His face blanched. “You...you’re finally going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“What? Without a fight?” She chuckled. “You really think that little of me?”

“Okay, so if you’re not here to kill me - which I still suspect - why are you here?”

The Lupo crawled over the edge of the bed and next to him. “I couldn’t sleep, got bored, had an idea, and decided to test it out on you.”

“...What the fuck does that mean.” The fear was back, although somewhat muddled by another biological impulse. “Lappland, what does that mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just snuggle up-” She wrapped her arms around his chest as she said this, pressing herself against his back “-and let me whisper in your ear.”

Well, it wasn’t death, and she didn’t seem like she wanted to hurt him…“Alright, but don’t get too comfortable.”

“Heheh...We’ll see about that. Now, let’s get you back to sleep.”

“Huh?” He wanted to turn around and face her, but he couldn’t without moving her as well. “O-okay, then.”

Lappland set her head against his back and, in a low whisper, said, “Auto-sensory meridian response.”

“...I get it now.”

“You’re a light sleeper, Doctor.” The Lupo continued, her voice sending delicious tingles along his scalp. “I hear the other Operators talk about it sometimes. Gravel says you wake up almost every hour at least once...That a fly on your wall buzzing could pull you from a nap...But you look so cute when you’re asleep~”

And back to being weird...but he already knew all of that. The Zalak had told him as much. Had she taken photos, or...or had Lappland visited him before? Normally that’d be sending a chill down his spine, but it was already occupied.

“I wondered how long I could stand there without you hearing me. Gravel said that on a good day, she could hide for about half an hour. Maybe I’ll tell her I beat her record, but I’m not sure...I like the thought of you being the only one who knows. It makes it more special.”

Was it just because she’d gotten into bed with him this felt so intimate? She was probably just messing with him - one thing everyone knew about Lappland was she had a very strange view on what was ‘in good fun’ or ‘entertaining,’ and if she was talking to Gravel then God knew what she might start talking about - but there was always a chance, wasn’t there?

“Mmm...I can hear your heartbeat. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump. You still don’t know what to think of this, and...I don’t know, either.”

Oh? That was a twist. It was getting harder to focus - hell, this might actually put him to sleep.

“I...I want to know what goes on in your mind. I want to understand you, and to see if maybe you can understand me. No one does, and I know why, but when I see you...when I see you...You’re still awake. Good. If you weren’t, I might be less honest with myself. I could say my plan worked, I had my fun, and I could brag to Gravel about beating her record, but I don’t want to do that, to cheapen this moment. Even if it’s only once I can speak so freely with you, I’m happy you want to listen.”

He felt a tear falling from one of his eyes, but he didn’t move or try to stop it. As heart-wrenching as this was, he felt so at peace, which considering this was Lappland seemed so impossible…

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me, Doctor. I deserved this fate. I know I’m crazy. I know I’m too violent, that I shouldn’t want to see Texas in a frenzy the way she used to, that I shouldn’t find your confusion about my intentions so delicious, but I can��t change those things...I can’t fix myself, and no one here can fix me. They only know how to keep my body from turning to stone, but my heart already has...at least, it almost has. I don’t know when, or how, but you chipped a hole through to the organ beneath. It isn’t scarring over, and every time I hear your voice, it skips a beat. I’d...I’d do anything for you, Doctor. Anything...but I know I’m crazy, and that wouldn’t be good for you...You’re still awake? Hmm...Maybe I’m not as good at this as I thought. You feel the response, yes?”

“I do,” he whispered back. “Loosen your arms a little.”

She obliged, and he turned himself around to face her. “I couldn’t make you fall asleep,” the Lupo frowned, seemingly oblivious to the words she’d just said.

“Did you mean everything you said?”

“Heh. Maybe I did.” She gave him a maddening smirk. “Does it matter?”

The Doctor put his arms on her sides, fingers lightly pressing against scars from days spent in Siracusan slums. “It’s the only thing that matters. I don’t need sleep, Lappland, until I have an answer.”

“...I did.” Her perpetual aura of subtly-masked danger was still there, but for the first time since he’d met her, the Doctor could see a touch of vulnerability. She wanted to let him in...but how much?

“Your voice when you whisper is so gentle.” His right hand traced along her side to rest on her cheek. “If what you were saying wasn’t so interesting, I would be asleep right now, so this was no failure. But if you wanted to test that, a confession was not your best choice...Still, I’m glad you came tonight.”

Her eyes danced, lit by an unidentifiable glow. “You are?”

“I don’t sleep well unless I’m really tired, but maybe all I need is someone beside me. Gravel never stays after I wake up - she says she loves me, but I think she’s scared to make a move when I’m half-asleep - but you’re here, and your words were so sweet, and your voice so soft..almost as soft as your skin.”

“Mmmm...” She drank in the praise, and it set her shaking slightly, especially when his other hand slid down next to one of her Originum formations. “Doctor...Do you want me to stay a little longer~”

He shook his head. “No, Lappland...I want you to stay forever~”

--Originally posted by ZeroDegreesOfEducation

*Comment by RatRacer: ���That’s not realistic. Everyone knows Gravel’s better at stealth than Lappland!’

**Response to RatRacer by StarlightSeer: ‘Perhaps not, but seeing some of her abilities in person, one must wonder...’

**Response to RatRacer by KarmaChameleon: ‘We know it’s you, Gravel.’

*Comment by InkSplatter: ‘This is pretty good for a first-time post. It’s not my preferred style, but it does deserve a place on the front page.’

**Response to InkSplatter by ZeroDegreesOfEducation: ‘Thanks! I think Lappy gets a bad rap sometimes, but she really is sweet once you get to know her. Especially if she asks to whisper in your ear ;).’

***Response to ZeroDegreesOfEducation by KarmaChameleon: ‘Wait a minute...Spoken from experience?’

****Response to KarmaChameleon by ZeroDegreesOfEducation: ‘Hey, no one said these ships couldn’t be based on true events, did they?’

*****Response to ZeroDegreesOfEducation by TexasOurTexas: ‘Looks liek some1s on 2 us :P ill b keeping an i on ur posts all of u so say nice things bout his stories k?’

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