come back with lexie

uvikvjestica  asked:

We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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What’s Bred in the Bone: Part I

Mass Effect: Andromeda

Jaal x Sara Ryder

A 600 year nap and a 2.5 million light-year journey to find out the answer: are humans and angara genetically compatible?

Rated M for strong language, some sexuality and violence. Alien-human pregnancy fic.

Spoilers for Jaal’s romance and loyalty mission, and end of game.

Part I of ??? - Part II - Part III - Part IV

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Shoot To Thrill (Mark Sloan)

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a mark sloan x reader where the reader is shot multiple times when the shooting at the hospital is going down, and mark doesn’t know until after and he freaks out and waits for her to wake up after surgery and he’s super sweet and it’s all fluffy? Thanks!

It was stupid. Probably the stupidest thing you’d ever done. You stood in front of Gary Clarke, trying to distract him. The gun wasn’t pointed at you. Yet. In fact, it wasn’t even visible. You stood on the lobby area, talking to him. Out of your peripheral vision, you could see people frantically trying to get away. Mr. Clarke looked you in the eye and you prayed that he couldn’t see the fear in them. 

“Get out of here.” He whispered, lifting the gun. Your breath hitched and you tried to find something else to say. 

“I know-” You weren’t able to finish. The loud bang made your ears ring and pain filled your mind. You were shot in the stomach. You sank to your knees, trying to apply pressure. 

“I’m sorry.” Mr. Clarke announced and shot three more bullets into the lobby area. A nurse was hit. Everyone was running for their lives. Coincidentally, a ricochet bullet hit you again. This time in the thigh. You screamed in pain and finally someone came to help you. Mr. Clarke was gone and an intern was hovering over you. Your breathing was heavy as your hand was replaced with his. 

“Dr. Y/L/N… Dr…. You’re gonna be….” The voices were distorted and you felt yourself slipping until a voice sounded familiar. 

“Y/N. Y/N, it’s Dr. Hunt. Stay with me, okay?” You opened your eyes to see the concerned face of Owen Hunt, your colleague. “Get her to trauma 2.” He announced. You were wheeled into the room and intubated almost immediately. Owen cursed himself as he tried to stop the bleeding.

“The bullet nicked the femoral artery.” Cristina, who appeared breather suddenly, spoke up. Owen nodded, glad he had another set of hands. “Book OR two. She’ll need surgery to repair the artery and I want to check for diaphragm injury with an open peritoneal lavage and laparoscopy to repair the damages to the abdomen and extract the bullet.” Owen stared at Cristina and the two of them hurried to the OR. 


Mark continued covering Alex’s wound with lap pads, waiting for Lexie to come back. She finally did and her face was pale. 

“Dr. Sloan…” She spoke carefully. Truth is she seen Owen and Cristina wheeling you to the OR and she couldn’t help but ask about you. She gave him the blood that she recovered. Alex’s life was still in danger. She’d tell him later. Meanwhile, Owen and Cristina continued the operation until something took a wrong turn. 

“She tachycardic!” The monitor suddenly started beeping erratically and Cristina removed the draping over your chest and ordered the nurse to push one of adenosine. Your heart rate went back to normal and, within 20 minutes, the surgeons were finished. Owen got you to the ICU and tried to find Mark, who was currently looking for you. He successfully healed Alex at least so he wouldn’t die. 

“Sloan!” Owen called and, upon seeing the look on Mark’s face, knew that he didn’t have to say anything. Mark followed Owen to the room where Y/N all while asking thousands of questions. 

“Y/N! Oh my god.” He whispered, suddenly sad. Owen explained the procedures that were done to the plastics surgeon. Mark waited by your bedside, hoping that the anaesthesia would wear off soon. He wanted to hear your beautiful voice. He craved it. But he couldn’t hear it now. So he waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally you started choking on the tube in your throat. Mark quickly went into action and took the intubation tube out. You smiled groggy-like. “Hey, you." 

"Hi.” You blindly grabbed for Mark’s hand and he grasped it tightly. He brought it to his face and kissed it gently. Tears pooled under his eyes as he thought of losing you. “I’m not dead yet, Mark.” You chuckled. He stroked your hair gently and chuckled as well. 

“I was terrified.” He admitted. You nodded. You were too. You tapped his hand.

“Get some sleep.” He kissed you on the lips and lingered for a bit longer than usual. You smiled into it and Mark pulled away. He went to sit back in one of the chairs until you moved over a little more on the bed. You smirked at him. “I wanna cuddle.” Mark chuckled at your statement and climbed into the hospital bed with you. 

“I love you.” He pulled you close, careful not to hurt you. You kissed him again.

“And I love you." 

dating stefan salvatore would include...
  • him supporting your decisions
  • sweet kisses
  • dinner dates at home, obviously he cooks 
  • him always wanting to protect you
  • you and damon getting along like siblings
  • however, you hate elena
  • for putting stefan through so much shit
  • but keeping quiet to maintain the peace
  • becoming friends with lexi when she comes back 
  • hot sex after a long day
  • weekend trips to secret places
  • big bear hugs
  • and nose kisses
  • almost always being kidnapped
  • “where the hell is y/n?”
  • but stefan always comes to your rescue
  • “found you, baby.”
  • putting each other first over everything
  • consulting one another before either of you do something stupid
  • surprise dates
  • that damon always somehow ruins
  • him teaching you to dance
  • teasing him about his hero hair
  • liking katherine even though you know you shouldn’t
  • wanting to spend an eternity with him
  • bringing him back when he turns his humanity off
  • even though you find ripper!stefan super hot
  • deep talks at 3am
  • babysitting the twins 
  • arguing over one anothers safety 
  • but you both apologise after a few hours
  • rough sex 
  • hand holding
  • being his epic love 
  • and him being yours

feedback? // masterlist!

hc where team voltron is getting the shit kicked out of them when keith appears out of nowhere to take the galra soldiers down one by one like nothing and when he’s finally done he just says “are you looking for a pilot? because i could really use a team right now” so lance walks up to him “no,” and smiles at keith “but i’m looking for a paladin

~The Rain Fic~ (Hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Hello hello hello! I feel hella sick (it’s a mix of stress and the worst period cramps in the world I s2g I’m dying ow), I have ten minutes of internet left, and it’s raining pretty badly outside so I wanted to write something in the moment. Hope you like it! ;)

T/W: Car crashes, mentioned character death, PTSD, flashbacks, thunderstorm

(This is a hellllla long fic oh god i’m not sorry)

The crash had been so long ago that you almost never got flashbacks now.

The occasional one here or there sure, but your days of screaming until your throat was raw and crying until your head hurt every time it rained were far, far behind you.

Not since you met your boys had you had a really bad one. Not since there was always someone with their arm around you when you slept. Not since had felt so loved and cared for and… Safe, even.

You had never told the boys about the crash – hell, you barely told your therapist about it – but they knew. Of course, they hadn’t asked how your mother had died, but it had been an implied question since the first time they had met your family.

They knew that you were there, that you survived, that that scar above your eye was the only thing that had come of this situation.

And they knew that she had died that day. Your mother was a sweet woman, with kind eyes and hair that matched yours. She always said you were her world - that one day you would do amazing things, and that she would be right there behind you when they happened. She loved you with all her heart, and wanted to give you nothing but the best.

That dream wasn’t one that became fufilled, however, and to this day you still can’t bare the thought that those things she once said were now buried six feet under with her.

You were only six, an age that should never come with a story of such trauma. It was raining; raining badly at that. You could barely see an inch in front of your windscreen. The rain came in heavy, white sheets, and the windshield wipers went at full power, slashing oceans of rain to the sides of the glass as your mother drove.

You could hear the drumming thunder over your dream, almost like you were trapped in the world’s strongest cage. You felt like you were falling; like you were moving, almost. You felt yourself kick at nothing; bed sheets rubbing against your legs as your foot collided with someone else’s under the covers.

A song that you had never heard before and would never remember blared over the radio. All the lights were on in and around the car. Why your father’s car broke down all the way out here seemed less like a mystery and more like a suicide mission. It was so bad your neighbors couldn’t even get home, meaning that, with no one to look after you, your mother was forced to take you with her.

Your breathing restricted and you felt your chest tighten. You wanted to open your mouth, but you felt like you had so little to say. You wanted to scream, to cry to let everyone know that you weren’t okay. You whimpered pitifully as you begged to be held, craving human contact – the contact of your boys. Rain lashed against the windows outside, but you could barely focus enough to see it. You felt helpless, and you began to freak out.

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  • Me: goes to the bathroom, leaves my phone, my drink, my headphones and sweater at my seat*
  • Me: *comes back and sees that Lexi has taken my spot and moved all my things across the room* excuse m-
  • Lexi: I didn't know it was taken.

The look he gives you before he fucks you 10 ways til Jesus come back

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I just re-watched season 5 of Grey’s Anatomy and it’s literally so weird and sad because half of the main characters are either dead or gone.

Lost Time

A/N: supper sorry if this sucks! But ** is flashbacks :) I hope you enjoy! I’ll keep writing if you guys enjoy this ☺️

Shoutout to @mrskokitztelford
For helping me a bit ❤️

*Lexy walked down the streets of charming, her car broke down a few miles back. She walks into Teller Morrow and was greeted by a handsome man with brown curly hair.*
*“hi doll, what can I help you with?” The stranger asked, the purest eyes she has seen.*
*yea Uh my car broke down and I need some help?“ Lexy mumbles out, unsure of where this nervousness came from.*
*"not a problem doll. I’m Tig, it’s nice to meet you.*

Tig fucking Trager. The four months she spent alongside Tig, she fell in love. And so did Tig. The day Lexy found out she was pregnant, she had to leave. Tig would break things off and she’d be so heartbroken. So she left.

Driving into the town of Charming all Lexy could think to herself was home. She missed it dearly. Pulling into the driveway of her mothers, she gets her son out of the car and goes inside.

"Mom?” Lexy says as she enters the familiar home.
“Living room dear” she heard her sweet voice. Lexy walks in and sits down with her son. Her mom being ill, couldn’t afford in home care so Lexy offered to come back.

“Look at how beautiful he is honey!” Her mother says with joy filling her eyes. She handed her baby Mason and he coo’d and giggled.
“I just wish he looked like me” Lexy admits.
“Did you tell him yet?” Her mother asks, even though she knew the truth.
“Not yet mom…”
*where in the world are you taking me Alexander trager! Lexy exclaims. Tig sat her on a picnic blanket. He made her favorite foods since he was gone for awhile.*

*“doll you are the most beautiful girl” Tig says, making Lexy blush.*

*“open your eyes love. When Lexy opened her eyes, all her favorite foods were there, and Tig was smiling ear to ear. "Oh Alex! I love it!” Lexy says giving her man a kiss. Which ended up with making love…*

“You know Lexy, he has a right to know. He calls me sometimes.” Lexus mother says. She knew who Tig was and what he was apart of. But she knew how happy this man made you and she hated that you left. Mason started fussing so you put him to sleep.

Lexy makes sure her son is sleeping okay and her mom was okay. She went to her old job. The good old diner. Parking her car she spotted a few bikes, hesitant she walked in anyways.

“If it ain’t Lexy !” Your old Boss Lauren says pulling you in for a hug.
“Hey Lauren, you guys looking for a waitress by any chance?” She said with a big smile.
“We always have room for you Lex” Lexy and Lauren chit chatted and that’s when she spotted him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow ok?” Lexy says practically running out the door. She couldn’t face him yet, not just yet. As she was waking towards her car, all she heard was that voice.

“Is that you doll?” Tig said, tears filling his eyes. Lexy stood there then turned to him.

“Hi baby,we have some talking to do…” Lexy says,Tig staring back at her. Amazed she was back.

Infected by Mark Sloan - Mark x Reader

anonymous asked:

Hey love,can i have a Mark imagine where you work at the hospital and is dating mark. One day you don’t feel good and you stay home then you get very ill and ends up in the emergency room and in the process Lexie tries to get Mark back while he’s in your room and you’re sleeping. Of course Mark doesn’t take her back and he says the most adorable speech and you hear because you were fake sleeping


**Reader’s POV**

I wake up to Mark wrapping his arms around my waist. I roll over to see his crystal blue eyes looking back at me. “Morning.” He said pressing his lips against my forehead. I smiled at him. “Morning.” I replied. “Any surgeries today?” I asked him. He nodded and got out of bed. “I’m doing a face lift. Are you going in today?” Last night, I felt like crap. I knew I wasn’t pregnant, and self diagnosed myself with a stomach virus. I shook my head no. “I’m still sick. Probably tomorrow I’ll be back.” I watch Mark get ready, from picking out his clothes to doing his hair. “If you still aren’t feeling good, you should come in to get looked at.” He said pulling me out of bed. “I will. Promise.” I said. I was just about to kiss him when he stops me. “No way, you’re sick.” He said hugging me, kissing the top of my head, my forehead and my cheek. “You gotta make that kiss up to me when I feel better!” I yelled as he walked out the door. Just after he left, I laid back down in his bed.

****Mark’s POV*****

“Come on Mark, why can’t we get back together?” Lexie asked me for the 4th time today. I turn around. “I told you already. I love (y/n).” She rolls her eyes. “She’s another fling, Mark. Just like me, Teddy and Callie. Oh, and let’s not forget Julia. It’s not gon-” We were interrupted by the blaring sirens. At least it got me out of this conversation. “34 year-old female, complaining of stomach pains, tenderness over McBurney’s point, threw up twice in route, she has an IV in.” The opened the doors and pulled out the gurney. It took me a minute to realize that it was (y/n), and then I froze.


They pulled her into an area off the emergency room and checked everything. I ran over and grabbed her hand. “(y/n), you should’ve came in earlier. I’m sorry I didn’t pick up on the signs.” She was doubled over in pain. Shortly after, they finally confirmed it as appendicitis. “Book an O.R. Let’s get her there now people.”

**After the surgery**

Author’s POV

The surgery didn’t take long and before Mark knew it, (y/n) was back in her hospital room. Mark was sitting by your side, holding your hand.

**Mark’s POV**

I’m sitting beside (y/n). Everything went well. I stroke my thumb across her knuckles when I hear a knock on the door. “Can we finish our conversation?” Crap. It was Lexie. “No. I told you before. I love (y/n).” She shakes her head. “You didn’t act this concerned when I was stuck under the wing of the plane. But let me guess, I’m not (y/n).” I nod. “That’s probably the only thing that we can both agree on. She’s going through hell right now. So if she is going through worse, I wanna go through it with her.” I said stroking (y/n)’s hair. “So you’re going to get your appendix taken out?” “No Lexie, she makes me happier than anything I’ve ever known, and if I can have a part in making her happy again, then that’s all I wanna do. That’s all I wanna do for the rest of my life.” She closes the door. “So you’re going to marry her? Is that what you’re getting at?” She’s getting more and more aggravated as I speak. “When the time is right, absolutely.” She scoffs and opens the door to (y/n)’s room. “You’re ridiculous Mark! You’re such a man whore.” And just like that she was gone. 

**Reader’s POV**

I cannot believe what I just heard. What on earth was Lexie doing? Mark and I have been together for about 4 and a half years. And we were both happy. It’s amazing what you hear when you fake being asleep. I “wake up” from my sleep and see Mark by my side. “(y/n), I love you. How are you feeling?” He said kissing my lips. I give him a thumbs up. “I love you too. I heard what happened between you and Lexie…” He looks at me confused. “I heard her walk in, and I knew she wanted you back, so I just pretended to sleep to see why she wanted you.” He chuckles. “You are certainly something special (y/n).” I smiled. “Oh and by the way, yes.” He gives me the confused look again. “Eventually, when the time is right, I will marry you.” I kiss him again, seeing Lexie passing by giving me a rude look. That didn’t matter, I was happy with Mark. And I could see myself marrying him someday too.

This isn’t too bad. Ricky Horror Imagine

Heyo! Would it be okay if you did a Ricky Horror imagine and he is your fiancé and you and him are babysitting a two month old baby boy and a one year old girl and he has no idea how to take care of a baby and is scared to do anything but you show him and help and in the end he treats the baby boy like his own?? I love this blog! Thanks so much!


I’m putting dishes in the cabinet when I hear the doorbell ring.

“Sweetie, can you grab that?” I yell to the living room.

I hear a grunt and and a few footsteps. Within seconds our house is filled with noise. I put the final dish away and greet the loud company in the breeze way.

“Hey Lexi!” I smile, trying to hug her.

“Do you mind?” She asks, handing over the carrier to her husband, David. Without a word he grabs the carrier and she’s in my arms.

“It’s been too long!” I say, happy to just be able to see her.

“Yeah I’ve been busy.” She smiles, pointing at the small children in her husbands arms.

I walk over to David and see little Bella hiding her face.

“Well hello princess. Are you ready to party?” I smile at her, waiting for her to recognize me. “It’s Aunt Y/N!”

She stares at me blankly for a few seconds and a smile slowly grows on her face. Her arms reach out to me and I hug her tight.

“You’re so big!”

She giggles and rests her head on my shoulder. While still holding Bella I lean over and look at the sleeping baby.

“I can’t believe he’s so big!” I say, trying to stay quiet.

“He’s the biggest 2 month old I’ve ever seen.” Lexi laughs. “He’s huge and I don’t know why! Bella is 1 and almost the same size, it’s ridiculous.”

She’s not wrong. He is a big baby. He’s chunky, long, and adorable.

I look at Ricky and I can tell he’s feeling uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m going to let you two crazy kids start your date night!” I grab the carrier out of David’s hand and Ricky grabs the diaper bag.

“If you need anything please call and we’ll come right back.” I can tell Lexi is about  to panic a little. She’s going into mom mode.

“Okay okay. Get out of here before you give me a minute by minute schedule.”

She’s won’t stop talking so I have to physically push her out of the house and slam the door in her face.

Rocky grabs all the kid stuff and we move to the living room. I put Bella down and she crawls to her toys that are in Ricky’s hands.

He sits down on the floor and takes out her tea set. Bella grabs a cup and starts chewing on it.

I put the carrier down and baby Aaron is wake and smiling. I pick him up and sit on the couch.

“They’re so little.” Rocky says, sitting next to me.

“You  should’ve seen them when they were born! The tiniest fingers and the tiniest toes. Especially Bella, she only weighed 5 pounds when she was born, now she’s standing by herself!”

I’m rocking Aaron lightly when I notice Ricky just staring.

“What?” I laugh a little. I’ve never seen him like this.

“I’ve just never really been around babies so they make me nervous.” He says quietly, as if he’s afraid they will hear him.

“Ricky, it’s no big deal, I promise. Here, hold him.” Without warning I put Aaron in his arms. “All you have to do is support his head and he’s pretty content.”

Ricky is tense at first but the longer he’s holding him, the more relaxed he becomes.

“Now I have to change Bella’s diaper. Will you be okay without me?” I ask, not really caring what the answer is.

He nods and I grab her diaper bag and go upstairs. Bella is at the age where being naked is the best thing ever and struggles to escape the room while I put a new diaper on her. It takes about ten minutes to change and clean her up without her screaming nonstop.

We go downstairs and she crawls right back to her toys. I turn the corner and see Ricky in the same spot I left him, but this time Aaron is slightly in the air and facing Ricky. Ricky has a huge smile on his face.

“You’re not so bad, you know. You’re a pretty chill baby. I could definitely do this.” He says to Aaron. I remain out of sight for a little longer. Ricky is making noises and faces at Aaron

“Well what do we have here?” I say trying to hide my smile.

“I made a friend.” He smiles at me.

“I see that! No too scary anymore?” I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Not really. I think we could do this.” He smiles, kissing my forehead.

“Do what? Babysit? I sure hope so. They’re already here.” I giggle.

“No, silly. Have a family.” He says, still making faces at Aaron and now Bella too.

“Are you serious?” I’m a little shocked. Thirty minutes ago he was afraid to be within 100 feet of a baby and now he wants one?

“Well not now, but you know, some day. Maybe twoish years or so?” He holds Aaron back horizontally and rocks him slowly.

“That sounds great.” I smile.

Ricky wraps his free arm around me and I kiss his cheek. I pick up Bella and rest my head on his shoulder.

I must admit, this does feel nice. Not now or tomorrow, but definitely one day.

*I hope this was okay!*