#pulp fanfic

[wigglys-dikrats]

"Thank Gravity For You: Rose and John are reunited on the shores of Lincoln Island."

my first pulp fic !!! have some paper stars hehe

ive been listening to thank gravity on repeat and i dont think ill ever get tired of it, these two are so pure and in love

enjoy !!!!!

[samiwife]

Dressing Nice 𓆩♡𓆪 (Jarvis Cocker x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

A/N: Hey, just wanted more Jarvis stories because I love him <3

Late-night parties were such a bore, that I wanted to stay home and listen to my records. But no, my friends had to drag me along. "C'mon, it will be fun!" They said. "You need to get out more." They said. Their constant nagging made me annoyed and nauseous. But I agreed anyway. I quickly got dressed not really thinking about my appearance. I wore a short black dress with medium-length heels. I clipped my hair back with a silver hair claw I had. I put on light mascara and liner. I walked down to my friend's car and sat in the back as my other friends piled in the car raving about the party tonight. "It is going to be so fun tonight! Y/N maybe you'll meet a guy there!" One of my friends said turning her head to the backseat.

I look up and smirk ingenuity. "Haha very funny, but I'll just grab a drink and watch the other couples make out," I said sarcastically. My friends laughed at my comment. They continued to drive as I sat in my back strolling on my phone. I was only on my phone for 5 minutes till I heard my friends tell me that we were there. I looked up and got out of the car. All my friends rushed in and I just casually walked in. It was more casual than I expected. There was mellow music playing and everything seemed so quiet. I looked at the tables inside, tall tables with thin glasses filled with if I could tell champagne. I grabbed a glass and began drinking. It was down quick since the glasses were tiny.

I looked around the room and as I expected people were sucking each other's faces. I stood around being bored with myself and just went on my phone. The party got increasingly louder and louder, and more people came in. Now it wasn't so quiet anymore. The party was getting crowded, people were dancing and pushing each other. I didn't care, I just drank and continued being bored. Until I felt pressure fall on my chest. I look up from my phone. It was a tall man with brown hair and dressed nicely in a blazer and white button-up.

He was handsome but his heaviness was being squashed up against me. "Oh sorry love, I didn't see you there." He said in a deep voice. My cheek flushed red from embarrassment. "U-um yeah, it's alright," I told studdering like an idiot. He smiled since he knew I was nervous. "What's your name love?" He said as he stood closer. "Y/N, what's yours if I don't mind asking," I ask fluttering my eyes at him. "Jarvis." He answered as he stood closer to me. His lips were soft and he smelt of fruit and flowers. Jarvis was so close I could kiss him. "You need something love?" Jarvis said smirking. I chuckled. "Yeah, I need to go to the lavatory. Could you come with me?" I said holding on Jarvis's hand tightly. Jarvis's face turns red and his smirk grows wider. I drag him upstairs to the bathroom. We quickly close the door and lock it.

Jarvis was tall and slender. He smelt sweet. His lips were soft. I couldn't resist myself. I quickly pressed my lips against Jarvis's. Hooking up with a total stranger was a rush that I never felt before. Jarvis didn't know me and I didn't know him but our connection sparked at that moment. Jarvis's hands slid down my sides. I quickly got down on my knees and unbuckled his tight belt. Jarvis smirks and looks down at me. His member was massive. I gawked at the size and began twirling my tongue around his tip. Jarvis whimpers and quickly covers his mouth with his hand. I began to bob my head, and Jarvis began to shake from the vibration. Jarvis's head tilts back against the door and he begins to whimper quietly. I speed up the pace, Jarvis grabs my hair roughly as he continues to whimper. Until a knock echos through the bathroom.

Jarvis tilts his head back. I let my lips off of Jarvis but I still have my hands wrapped around Jarvis's member. Jarvis trying his hardest not to moan a response quickly yells out that the bathroom is busy. But to no avail, the figure outside the door still continues to knock. Jarvis rolling his eyes, slightly cracks open the door so I don't be seen. "S-sorry, but I'm using this bathroom. T-there's one upstairs that's v-vacant." Jarvis said studdering since I slightly moved my hands up and down Jarvis's member. The figure nods and Jarvis quickly closes the door and locks it again.

I smiled widely and licked his tip again. "Love, your lips are amazing, you make me quiver," Jarvis said smiling down at me. I jerk Jarvis off as he tilts his head back again. "Fuck Y/N, you're going to make me come," Jarvis said as I pumped harder. "Come for me, Jarvis," I said smirking widely. Jarvis swung his mouth open as he exhaled sharply. Warm sticky come drips from his member as I still continued to pump. Jarvis huffed heavily as I stood up and kissed his soft lips. Jarvis pulled me in closer, I could sense his hunger for my lips. I pushed Jarvis further against the door. Jarvis pulled away. "Y/N, you are a mystery that I want to solve," Jarvis said as he stared. I chuckled. "Well explore as you must Jarvis," I said as I began kissing Jarvis's lips again.

[constellationstocrowns]

Hi, I’ve never written a fanfic before but I kept thinking on loop about how Sia goes from (most likely) on Lincoln to the Sagitta to being back on Lincoln when it was almost 40 years for Dakkar, Ahlaam, and Addison.

So, here’s what will likely be the first chapter of an AO3 fic ~~once I get an account bc again, I’ve only ever read fics before~~

lmk what you think :)

((and ofc, spoilers for ep 4 / searcher))

24 hours.

That’s how long it would be before Sia saw her friends again. But for them, it would be almost forty years.

She looked out the window carved in stone to see a silver sun rising over the horizon, barely beginning to light up Lincoln, the island they had claimed as their own. A safe harbor in the storm. The corrals were coming along, and the pier was complete. Dakkar had quickly claimed the hidden grotto for his inventions. Ahlaam and Taavi had made a home inland, before his survey mission had gone wrong. Sia herself had transformed the cliffside into Granite House, which was where they now found themselves reviewing the plan one last time, the four of them.

It had been six years since the war started. Six years since she last saw Margaret. Well, last saw Margaret before she, Margaret, Dakkar, and Ahlaam had cast the spell that saved them all, and thousands more. The cost was high, Margaret’s memories including how to use her magic ways, but Margaret had insisted it was the only way.

She of course had seen Margaret since then. In her dreams, in her nightmares, and in her visions. And there was the one time, five years ago, that she and Dakkar had teleported to New York just to see her. To make sure she was okay. While it was extremely difficult, it was secretly something she knew they both needed. They need to know the plan was working, especially after she had the impossible vision. In 44 years, Margaret’s Transformation magic would return following the return of her Radiance three months before in New York.

“Time travel is exhausting,” Ahlaam huffed.

“Tell me about it,” Sia replied. Figuring out how this could all work, even with her precognitive abilities, still made her head spin. She ended up taking over part of the Grotto to fit all the calendars, much to Dakkar’s chagrin. Even he admitted, though, that her being closer to his Healing magic wasn’t the worst thing.

Ever the captain, Addison steered the conversation back to the plan they had spent the last six years formulating. “So, in an hour now that Margaret has launched the Sagitta into space, Sia will teleport to the satellite. From there, she’ll take Margaret, John and the Stratford’s to TS9, I mean, Hanover in 1874, where they will set sail on the Ellen Austin.

“In the meantime, give or take a day or 39 years, we will continue working. Ahlaam, you’ll take lead on Lincoln, while Dakkar and I continue the search for more information on the spell. I will take the Antikythera, and once Sia is back, she will transport my crew and I back to Lincoln with the Antikythera adrift in the Sargasso, leaving the orrery so Ahlaam can later send Rose… earlier?”

“You’ll see her before you see me again,” Sia chimed in. “That will be your first sign that all of this worked.”

Addison continued, “Dakkar, you will be here in Granite House to welcome her, and you have the next 39 years to figure out a way to communicate that to the rest of us.”

“Already working on it” Dakkar said quickly. Knowing him, it would be finished by tomorrow, and not Sia’s tomorrow.

“Of course you are,” Addison smiled. This was the first time their normally cheery friend had smiled this whole meeting. Nothing like planning a battle 40 years in advance to set the mood. “You and Ahlaam will then have nine days with Rose to run tests before Sia is back.

“Then, two weeks after Rose arrives, Ahlaam will transport the ships’ crew to safety before sending Rose back in time, wait we already covered that part of it, ignore that, and finally transporting the Antikythera while Sia transports Samuel, Margaret, and John on the Ellen Austin back to Lincoln.” Addison took a deep breath.

Dakkar was the first to speak, “Capital.” With that, he turned and paced over to the fire, and they knew their final meeting was adjourned.

Sia looked around at the people she had been through so much with, and her heart hurt knowing she wouldn’t be there to protect them from whatever came up over these next 39 years. Addison closed her journal, already on her way back to sea. She approached Sia, giving her a long hug, whispering “Hopefully too much of that doesn’t change in the next 39 years.”

Sia smiled into her auburn hair, darker than her own. “I have complete faith that it will.” With a final squeeze, Addison set off back to the Antikythera.

Next to her Ahlaam yawned, but tried to hide it. Sia could tell she felt guilty for not making the most of the last moments they had together for so long, and that just wouldn’t do. Sia leaned her head down onto Ahlaam’s shoulder, and whispered “Thank you.”

This startled Ahlaam, who asked, “Why are you thanking me?”

“Because I know you’ll look after Lincoln. And remind this guy to trim his beard.” They exchanged a knowing glance, eyes going back and forth between each other and the searcher who sat staring into the flames. They shared a long hug, before Sia gently pushed the thought of going home to rest into Ahlaam’s mind.

“Be seeing you.” Ahlaam was gone in a blink of an eye.

Finally, she walked over to the fire and took a seat. After a few minutes, Sia spoke.

“Her memories should be back, especially now that she’s regained another Magic Way. Is… is there anything you want me to tell her?”

“No.” Sia took a sharp breath in, knowing that wasn’t the end. He continued. “I need to do that on my own.”

“I understand.” They continued staring into the flames until the sun filled the room with light.

Dakkar looked up, for the first time all night meeting Sia’s eye. “You better go.”

“Goodbye, Nemo.” And with that, Sia transported herself to the Sagitta.

[actuallyaeron]

twelve million bricks (reprise) but…

rose curled up on the floor of the satellite, knees to her chest, as samuel holds her close, arms wrapped around her. she leans close to him because even though the circumstances are rough and they feel kinda helpless, they have each other.

margaret close by at a comfortable distance for samuel to not lose his mind over whether she’s okay or not. softly resting on the ground, “unconscious since the radiance”.

john and anna sitting close by, wanting to be near their friends. they hold hands and be comfortable with each other in a way they’ve never been with anyone else before.

and when anna tells the full story of what happened to her and her father, john holds her hand a little tighter and provides small comforts while she reveals this vulnerability to everyone, including him.

at the end of the song, she rests her head on his shoulder and eventually falls asleep on him. he gently rests her on the floor before joining rose and samuel as they were sibling bonding as they did at the beginning of polaris (reprise)

[its-short-for-jackalope]

click for quality! details & alt version under the cut!

I got to beta @amethystunarmed's amazing fic for the @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024 possession prompt and I loved it so much that I had to draw about it!

You can find Amethyst's fic right here and the other illustration I did for it will be tucked away in a reblog because ✨️spoilers✨️

[anonybaby]

Alrighty all, we’ve finally reached the end of my Rody/Rheigns? journey. It’s been a challenge, but an equal delight and I seriously cannot thank you all enough for your interest and support.

Submission’s Epilogue & Renegade’s Final Chapter are now up. Happy SNME ❤️

[amethystunarmed]

Then Everything Was Worth It

Word Count: 1409 AO3 Thank you to my phenomenal beta, @snarky-wallflower!

John picks up the notebook, as if in a daze. It feels impossibly heavy in his hands as he flips through the pages. Samuel had been frantically making notes since they arrived on Lincoln Island. The margins are full of his scrawling cursive, no space left blank. The message is on the very last page, the only place there was any room.

“You know where to find me,” John reads.

John has never mistaken his place in the life of the Stratfords. Samuel is one of his closest friends and Rose is the new Polaris that guides his way. He loves them both dearly, of course, and he knows they love him just the same. But he has never once assumed he would come first in either of their lives; that honor always belonged to the other. 

So yes, of course John knows where to find Samuel. 

He's with his sister.

Rose cradles Samuel in her arms. She clutches him close, rocking as she sobs his name again and again, words hoarse. In this state, John barely recognizes her. She seems so… fragile, nearly broken beyond repair. Nothing like the vibrant woman he knows and loves. 

The Travelers awkwardly stand around them. Dakkar leans on Ahlaam’s shoulders, Sia paces. They watch on in silence as Rose grieves. John wishes Margaret-

Oh god, Margaret. Someone is going to have to tell Margaret.

“Sia,” Rose pleads, voice thick with tears, “Please, you have to take us back, we have to try again. Before Kal knocked him out. We can do it again, we can fix it-” Her voice cracks and another round of sobs overtakes her. John thinks he should do something. He and Rose are… Are something now. Something real. They… They hadn’t determined a name for it. But Margaret had laughed behind her hand and Samuel had said he was happy for them and-

John feels a spasm of grief rattle through him.

Sia looks at Rose, seemingly helpless. “Rose… It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” Rose snaps. “We just go back and do it all over again and-”

“We can't travel back in time. The orrery was our one chance to-”

“Well, you wasted it!” Rose snarls, and Sia has no response for that.

They stand in silence for a moment, only the beeping of the Nautilus and Rose's sniffles breaking it. There are a million things John should be thinking about. Margaret’s growing power and the strange words she’d mumbled, the wonder of the Nautilus traveling through the sky, what on earth they were going to do about Samuel… But John can’t seem to focus on a single one. Instead, he spins the phrase We can't travel back in time over and over and over in his head. 

Because that can’t be right. John knows that can’t be true, that Sia must have misspoke. Because, if that were true, that would mean…

“Sia,” he says, dread heavy as lead in his veins. “How did you check on Anna?”

Sis freezes and turns to him with calculating eyes, like he is an enemy she can outmatch. “What do you mean?”

John's hands feel clammy. His pulse races.

“If you can't go back in time,” John says hesitantly, hoping, praying, begging for her to correct him, “How were you able to check on Anna? You told her you'd help her.”

Sia's hands tighten into fists at her side and that is when John knows for sure. 

She never intended to go back. 

Anna.

“Oh god. She- She's all alone up there, we have to go get her-” Sia gives him a look of pure pity, and John feels like he is on the Satellite launch all over again. The world tumbles and shakes around him, as he loses all connection with gravity. “No. Please, no.”

“I…” Sia swallows. Her hand has jumped to her necklace, rapidly dancing along the edge.  “I checked on her when I arrived. It was the first thing I did, I swear. She… She’s gone, John. She's been gone for a while.”

John feels weak. His legs struggle to stay upright. He leans against the wall of the Nautilus, letting the cold metal ground him. “That’s… how could that happen?”

“It’s been thirty-nine years, John,” Sia says. Each word is careful and precise, like it’s obvious, and she is explaining death to a particularly dense child, “She was-”

“How could you let that happen?” John corrects, pushing himself off the wall and striding up to her. He has never felt rage like this, so hot and all-consuming that John almost doesn’t feel anything at all. “Anna trusted you. Samuel trusted you. We all trusted you!”

Glowing tears well in Sia’s eyes. "John, I'm so sorry. I thought, with the vision-"

"How many of my friends is your vision going to kill!"

John never had many friends. He hadn't been well-liked in school, too bookish to get on with the other boys at his boarding school. By the time he reached university, he'd grown used to being tolerated. The stars had been all the company he'd needed and he had resigned himself to a life of solitude with them.

That was before he met Anna. Before Great Astronomical Discoveries, before Rose, Samuel, and Margaret. Before he had known something more, something like-

Samuel, eyes warm in the false sun of the Traveler’s jungle. We travel together.

The Brick Satellite, Anna's new home, high in the sky over the town that holds her name. We will reunite.

It wasn't true, any of it.

Sia seems upset by his words. Her hand has flown to cover her mouth and she shakes her head, as though trying to think through a nightmare.

“I… I never wanted any of this,” she whispers. The words are so quiet, John can barely hear him. Perhaps he wasn't supposed to.

John distantly thinks that maybe he should feel bad. But there is no room inside him for anything but that blazing, numbing anger. He opens his mouth to tell her that none of them had asked to be a key or a pawn in some magic war, when Dakkar interrupts.

“This isn't helping.”

John isn't sure he cares about helping right now. He thinks Dakkar can tell, because his eyes narrow and he straightens to his full height.

“This isn't helping Rose.”

John feels himself pale, and it feels like he has fallen overboard into the icy depths. The frigid realization douses the raging bonfire inside him.

Damn his temper. Damn him, for losing track of what is actually important. 

John looks back to where Rose is still seated. She is still now, her sobbing entirely ceased. She just holds Samuel tightly to her chest, silent tears streaming down her cheeks.

He kneels down beside her and tentatively rests a hand on her shoulder. At the first touch, she nearly falls into him. She tucks her head into his shoulder and wails. She pulls Samuel with her and his arm brushes against John's. He is cool to the touch.

Samuel’s eyes are open. They stare unseeing at the ceiling, with none of the creativity and cleverness John has gotten to know so well. His glasses are askew, and nonsensically, John reaches down with his free hand and straightens them. One of the lenses is cracked. John feels a lump well in his throat. Samuel never would have let anything happen to his glasses.

He's dead. He's actually dead.

Samuel's dead. Anna's dead. And there is nothing John can do about it.

Finally, the tears fall.

“C-could we have some privacy?” John stutters, as he reaches up his hand to cradle the back of Rose's head. The Travelers shuffle out of the room without protest, and John is grateful. He doesn't think he could bear their attention, not after the scene he just made. Not after they killed-

It doesn't matter. None of it matters, honestly. For the first time since they arrived in Hanover, John really feels the weight of those thirty-nine years. His father, his observatory, Anna, they are long gone. And despite traveling with them, Samuel is gone as well. 

There is no getting them back.

Margaret and Rose are all he has left.

John pulls Rose closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. He holds her tightly, as though the world may rip her away at any moment.

He will keep her safe, no matter the cost.

[scripted-downfall]

When her teacher replaces his traditional final exam with a partner-based writing assignment, Anna reconciles herself with working alone and a deck long stacked against her. She doesn't anticipate the turn of events that leads to her partnership with John Herschel instead, and she definitely doesn't anticipate the fact that she might just like working with him too.

(aka Anna and John work on a final project together and find friendship in the process)

-- -- --

Prompt #1 for @pulpmusicalsfortnight2024: Science

[jackalope-with-a-pen]

guess who forgot about this blog again? 🙈

anyway I finally have a fic on my ao3 now...

it is not any of the fics I've been working on and talking about here, lmao, it's something else:

PULP MUSICALS FIC, BABEY!!!!

here's a summary that my friend @snarky-wallflower helped me come up with:

Benjamin usually thinks of the Stratfords and their stories whenever he sees the moon. ... It’s only now, standing in a brick room with Margaret in his arms and looking out at that odd rock—closer than ever and still so far away—that he suddenly becomes fully aware of just how much space Margaret has started to occupy in his mind. These last few weeks, he hasn’t been able to catch even a brief glance at the moon without thinking of her, too, and wondering if she would be watching it that night, if she’d get her answers this time.

OR

In those final hours aboard the brick satellite, Benjamin Park makes amends and falls into the orbit of Samuel Stratford and Margaret Cavendish, fast and bright. (aka, a Benjamin Comes Along AU with a twist!)

[laurielisboa-art]

Chanel and Crocodile🌹🐊

Inspired by the dance scene from Pulp Fiction, I love Vincent and Mia's interactions, even though they are few. I did it in a more cartoonish style, I thought it would be funnier.

[kraymerman]

Murder Drones: "What was that final part Uzi needed for her rail gun?"

"CHAPTER 1: CEREBRAL PROCESSOR & PHOTON CORE

Although the standard 2.3.7 model worker drone is made up of many, complicated mechanisms working in tandem to perform JCJ perfection (all of which will be discussed by the end of this manual), it's best to start at the foundation and work our way up. The drone's foundations, its 'organs', are made up of two essential components: the cerebral processor and the photon core.

THE CEREBRAL PROCESSOR

The cerebral processor is the drone's equivalent of a brain. It is stored in the head and is responsible for generating all the knowledge that makes the JCJenson worker drone a JCJenson worker drone. The wd.OS, its superior problem-solving skills, its near-sentient imitation of 'having opinions', its internet connection, its all stored there, right behind its emotional display visor, so as to minimize the time between calculation and expression. The disconnect of the head, and thus the cerebral processor, from the rest of the worker drone's chassis will result in an immediate FATAL ERROR. If your worker drone is experiencing one or more of the following symptoms, there may be something wrong with its cerebral processor:

[...]

If you have any problems with your drone's cerebral processor, please contact your nearest certified JCJenson technician.

THE PHOTON CORE

In order to support the superior performance of the JCJ worker drone, each drone is powered by a 1/2 megawatt photon battery, stored in the drone's ribcage alongside its primary and supplementary oil stores, like a heart. The photon core glows a bright neon green and is cylindrical, large enough to fit in your hand. If the photon core is disconnected from the worker drone at any point, the drone will suffer an immediate FATAL ERROR. Because of this, and because of how sensitive the battery itself is (power is generated through minor photon convergence), it is highly advised to never touch your worker drone's photon core under any circumstance, despite the method of measurement used earlier in this section. If your worker drone is experiencing one or more of the following symptoms, there may be something wrong with its photon core:

[...]

If you have any problems with your drone's photon core, order your drone to lie flat on the ground facing up and shut itself off, then completely evacuate the immediate premises and immediately contact your nearest certified JCJenson technician. An unstable photon core can very easily result in detonation. JCJenson is not responsible for any injury or death caused by your failure to follow these simple steps. Thank you :)"

- Excerpt from Your JCJenson Worker Drone and You!: Worker Drone Model 2.3.7 User Manual

"After gaining access to the Zombie Drone's admin permissions, the Absolute Solver will begin redirecting material away from the repair of the host's outer chassis into the construction of an additional, shell-like processor around the host's photon core, complete with its own miniature oil stores, display visor, and 3 protruding, pointed, claw-like legs.

After the core processor is completed, the Absolute Solver will move all necessary data previously stored in the host's cerebral processor, including itself, the wd.OS, and the host's consciousness, into it, rendering the cerebral processor redundant and eliminating its requirement for the host to function (disconnection of the cerebral processor will no longer result in the drone's immediate FATAL ERROR).

After the transfer is complete, an additional protective layer is generated around the photon core, this one of pink, sinue-y flesh (genetic testing by Dr. Lejeune and her team confirms that this flesh, perhaps unsurprisingly, shares DNA with both Mr. Jenson and Entity 2-22*). The evidence gathered by Dr. Jenson prior to Contact Point Zero with Entity 2-22 implies that this flesh is CATCH material."

(* Entity 2-22's DNA signature was confirmed by a sample taken from the Champion's Idol during initial testing (07/03/2803). It was left after a physical interaction between the Champion and Entity 2-22, thought to have taken place during week 7 of Incident 373.)

- Excerpt from Absolute Solver Observational Tests - Internal Report 02/15/2805, Dr. Samuel Monroe (Research Assistant Sarah Duffy)

[t3a-gh0st]

Pulp minisode may possibly drag me into writing a singular fanfic.

[samiwife]

Injury 4 You ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Jarvis Cocker x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

A/N: I'm doing this for my own benefit because honestly I LOVE JARVIS COCKER, he's bbg AH <3 anyways hope you can still enjoy reading it <3

Everyone in my friend group knew Jarvis liked me. But I was so oblivious to it. I always thought Jarvis was being nice. I thought his stuttering was a result of him not knowing what to say. He always blushed and was quiet when I was around. Jarvis is also a little bit clumsy. He always dropped stuff or tripped over a small thing. However, all my friends told me, but I just simply didn't believe them. I always thought if Jarvis did like me then he would have told me already. Jarvis is smart, shy, talented, and most importantly kind. He was always there for me, even if he was busy too. He'll do anything to be with me. I lay in my bed thinking about Jarvis. I thought to myself. "Do I actually like Jarvis?" I said to myself.

I loved talking to him, I loved hanging out with him in his flat listening to music he created, and reading the books on his shelf. I rubbed my head and thought harder. I sighed and got up. "I do like Jarvis!" I said out loud. I started pacing around my room while biting my nails. "How the hell am I supposed to tell him?" I said to myself. I sighed and walked downstairs to my telephone. I phoned Jarvis, and he immediately picked up. "Hello?" he said over the phone. "Hey Jarvis, it's Y/N. I was just calling to ask if I can hang out in your flat?" I asked while twirling the phone wire. "Y-yeah of course love, let me just tidy up and I'll see you here," Jarvis said in a happy tone. "Okay Jarv, see you then," I said then hung up. I smiled ear to ear. I quickly got ready and started walking down the street to Jarvis's.

I eventually reached the flat and knocked on the door. I heard aggressive shuffling and then the door swung open. It was Jarvis, he looked like a mess. His hair was a mess, his shirt collar open, and his belt crooked. "Haha, Jarv. I don't care if your flat is a mess." I said while walking in. "W-well, I didn't want y-you to judge me," Jarvis said as he trailed behind me. "Jarv, your belt is kinda crooked," I said kinda giggling. Jarvis blushes brightly and quickly fixes it but to no avail. I walked over to him and placed my hand around his belt buckle. Jarvis is much taller than me so he was looking down. His face was red from embarrassment or from me being close to him. I quickly shifted his belt buckle to the right position.

"There you go, it's now fixed!" I said while letting go. I looked Jarvis up and down and noticed his shirt collar still looked a mess. I chuckled and walked to Jarvis again. I puffed out his collar and dusted off some particles off his shoulder. Jarvis smiled and blushed. "Thank you Y/N," Jarvis said placing his hand around my hips. I blushed quickly and leaned closer to Jarvis's face. Jarvis lets go of my hips and walks near the window. "It's such a beautiful day outside innit?" Jarvis said. I frowned and walked next to him to the window. "Jarv, I need to tell you something," I said while looking out the window. Jarvis turns his head to look at me. "Yes Y/N, what is it?" Jarvis said smiling. "I like you, I want to be with you," I said confidently. Jarvis blushes and looks down.

I wrapped my arms around Jarvis and leaned my face forward toward his. "Jarvis, do you like me?" I said lowly. Jarvis couldn't speak, he just placed his arms around my waist. I smiled and was about to kiss him. However, Jarvis was leaning too far out the window and he quickly tripped over the ledge and fell. I was shocked and quickly looked down the window to see Jarvis. Thankfully, Jarvis didn't live too high up so he just fell a foot down. I quickly ran down to the front of the flat and checked on Jarvis. "OH MY GOD! JARVIS. ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" I said loudly because I was scared. Jarvis looks up and smiles. "Y-yes Y/N, I'm alright. But, I think my leg is broken." Jarvis said wincing in pain. I quickly ran inside and called an ambulance for Jarvis. As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I sat next to Jarvis. "Jarvis, you need to be more careful. I was scared you bloody died!" I said in a worried tone. Jarvis laughs and blushes. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I guess I'm a little clumsy sometimes." Jarvis said.

Before I could get a word in, I heard the sirens behind me. The paramedic quickly loaded Jarvis on the stretcher and loaded him in the car. "Jarvis, I'll meet you in the hospital okay?" I said to Jarvis. Jarvis couldn't say a word and he just held up a peace sign. I chuckled and quickly called a cab. I was quickly brought to the hospital and asked the lady in the front for Jarvis. They told me that I was going to wait. So I did, I waited in the chairs. I was there for 2 hours until one of the doctors walked out and told me I could come in. I sighed in relief and walked into Jarvis's room. Jarvis was in bed not looking with his face stumbled. Until I walked into the room. His face lit up with joy. "Jarvis! Are you alright? What did the doctors say?" I asked frantically. Jarvis chuckles.

"Y/N, I'm alright. The doctors said I just had a broken leg and I'll just be in a cast. Don't worry love." Jarvis said reassuring me. I sigh in relief and pull a seat next to his bed. I look at Jarvis and he looks back at me. I smiled and chuckled a little. Jarvis placed his hand on my cheek and pulled me in closer. Jarvis kissed my lips, his lips were soft and light. I leaned forward deepening the kiss.. Jarvis pulled away and caressed my face. "You got the kiss you waited for," Jarvis said laughing. I rolled my eyes in a joking manner. "What about you? My mates said you liked me all along." I said. Jarvis blushes looks down and then back up. "Yeah, I did. I just thought you didn't like me. You're so beautiful and sweet" Jarvis said. "Yeah well, what about you? You're smart and talented, and now you took an injury for me," I said laughing. Jarvis started chuckling too. Jarvis stayed in the hospital for 2 more days until he was discharged. I helped Jarvis with getting home. While in Jarvis's flat. I lay on his bed with him. I placed my head on his chest as he looked at me and smiled.

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so i finally posted something i wrote!!! it’s very short but i was up at 5 am and decided i needed to write something for margaret’s birthday as quickly as possible. happy birthday mags!!!

[owchie-wowchie]

pulp spies au one shot upon thee

[samscorch]

Hey there! Do you like the idea of a "what if" scenario of Anna Hanover going to Lincoln Island? Or do you like Travelover (Anna/Sia) as a ship? If yes to either or both of those questions, I recently wrote a general rated fic that contains both, and I'd love to share it with you all! You can find it here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61886179