my eyebrow is having a good day

Imagine Sam finding your daughter talking to Sully

“I’m telling you, she’s talking to herself.”

Sam laughed as you walked back into your bedroom, a towel around you as you dried your hair.

“I’m not kidding,” you told him. “I just walked by her room on the way from the shower, she’s chatting away to herself in there. Talking through the plot of Moana.”

You allowed yourself a small laugh at that. The kid was obsessed with that movie.

“Do you want me to check on her?” he asked, and you shrugged. “Alright.”

He kissed your cheek on his way to Katie’s room.

“An’ then she was the chief an’ then they all went voyagering on the ocean,” your daughter was saying, and Sam laughed slightly until he heard an all too familiar voice respond.

“They were voyagers? For real?”

Sam pushed the door open, frowning when he saw his old imaginary friend sat on the floor with his daughter, playing with Lego.

“Sully?” he asked, confused, and the two of them looked up at him. “What- ah, what-?”

“Daddy!” Katie gasped, “You can see him?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah sweetie. Can I speak to him alone for a sec?”

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The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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Missing Sweater

Summary: Bucky keeps complaining about how he can’t find a certain navy-blue sweater of his. Until he goes to your room and finds you curled up watching Netflix on your bed, wearing a certain sweater. (idea by the amazing, Kathrynn, @james-bionic-barnes)

Author’s Note: Props to my girl Kath for letting me write out this fic from the lovely idea she had in mind. Hope you enjoy, folks! :)

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)


You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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anonymous asked:

You are so beautiful.

Thank you (:

I do want to add something though: I get a lot of messages from babybats saying they wish they had my patience to do make-up or they wish they looked like me (why would anyone want that though, I honestly feel like a literal frog 99% of the time but that’s another story). The thing is, I don’t walk around with a full face of make-up or a corset on all the time. Right now I’m wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with my hair on a messy bun and no make-up on. Change the clothes to black jeans and a top, add some mascara and dark lipstick and you have my normal daily look, because that usually is the most practical and comfortable solution for me. 

I don’t tend to take pictures of myself unless I’m all dolled-up. I try to take them in good light with my hair and face done and the outfit all ready down to the last detail. You probably wouldn’t even recognise me if you saw me on the street on a regular day, because I don’t take photos of myself on those boring days. I don’t always even do my eyebrows! What comes to clothes or make-up, I’m 26 years old and have been in the subculture for about 12 years. Building a wardrobe and learning the best make-up styles for your features take time. If you are in step 1 you can’t compare yourself to someone in step 10. Get inspired and gather experience but don’t feel defeated if you don’t “measure up” in your head because you’re just getting started!

The chances are that the people who you wish to look like don’t even look the way you think they do. We all know our angles, we use filters, and we all show only the best of ourselves to the Internet. We leave out the awkward smiles, the blemishes, our “bad” sides, the bad hair days, the messy rooms, the dirty clothes… Have you ever seen a side photo of my face? No, because I think it’s absolutely hideous so I don’t show it.

It’s okay to look up to people and take inspiration from them but don’t put yourself down comparing yourself to them because you have no idea how “real” that image of them is. I am not saying that I am not real when it comes to my selfies because it is still the real me in that moment. What I am saying is that those moments are glimpses into my life, not a depiction of it in its entirety. There is another side to everyone on the Internet and that side is not always as pretty or composed as it might seem, and you can’t compare yourself to someone when you only see their selected highlights.

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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Bun in the Oven

Prompt: Can you write an imagine where you’re Jason’s S/O and you tell him you’re pregnant. It could end however you want

Requested by @angstytodd   


You stare at the door over the top of your book. He’s late, and you’re feeling more than a little impatient. Two minutes later, the knob turns and you smile as your husband comes in. He’s wearing a scowl and three piece suit that costs more than your apartment. The first thing he does is loosen his tie. Then, with an amused smile on your face, you watch as he throws it on the floor, and stomps on it.

    You raise an eyebrow, and ask, “Didn’t my mother give you that tie?”

    Jason looks at you, “If she did, then you’re lucky I didn’t put it down the garbage disposal.”

    You laugh before launching yourself off the couch and into his arms. He catches you effortlessly, and you wrap your legs around his waist before kissing him. “Welcome home.”

He smiles, “It’s damn good to be home.”

He carries you into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. “Rough day?” you ask, as he takes a beer out of the fridge. He offers you one, and you shake your head.

    “You have no idea. I wanted a drink after the first ten minutes. These guys drone on and on and on. ALL in the same monotone voice. I don’t know how Bruce and Dick do it. I’m fairly certain they had something going on though, because they kept smirking.”

    You smile, “Probably placed money on when you’d blow your top.”

    He shrugs, “I wouldn’t be surprised.”

    “At least you only have to do it once a year. It won’t kill you.”

    “I’m head of security. I keep that place sealed. Not one break in, even by Selena. That’s what I’m good at. They should just let me send the files to Dick and let that be that.”

    You laugh, “They have to get their jollies somewhere.”

    Jason rolls his eyes, “They laughed for three minutes straight when they saw me in the suit. THREE MINUTES.”

    “I thought you looked dashing. So did mom.”

    He groans, “You sent a picture to your mom.”

    “And dad.”

    His groan deepens, “Damnit, they’re going to start talking office positions.”

    You laugh, “Not a chance. They know better.”

    He kisses you again, and you watch his eyes slide to the oven, where’d you left the light on. He smirks, “You made me something for dinner? How Martha Stewart of you.”
    You smirk, “Mind getting it out for me?”

    “Sure, babe.”

    You watch his face as he opens the door. You watch the confusion wash over him as he realizes it’s not turned on. His brow furrows even deeper as he pulls out a sheet with bun, and a sonogram picture. He carefully sets the tray down on the counter before turning towards you, “You’re…”

    You giggle, “I went to the doctor today,” you pick up the picture, “meet the cause of my upset tummy.”

    A smile blooms on his face, “I’m going to be a daddy?”

    You nod, and he scoops you off the counter. He twirls you around, before setting you down and sinking to his knees. He kisses your tummy and continues to hug you. And you can’t help but think that you want this moment to go on forever. And then, the morning sickness hits.

Empathy

Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx


Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.


Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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The Arrangement

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Summary: in an AU where the Winchester family owns a multi-million dollar company, Dean’s in a bit of a pinch. Grandpa Samuel is threatening to cut him off if he doesn’t straighten out and stop getting into trouble. Instead of taking some responsibility, Dean comes up with an ingenious plan: find someone to pretend to be his girlfriend. You and Dean have never gotten along, but a fake relationship seems to be beneficial to you both…

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,700

Warnings: language, general rudeness (from Dean), mild angst?

A/N: so this is my new idea for a series! It’s all my brain will do right now. It’s a little rough right now, but I’m hoping you guys like it. Also the title is terrible but it’s all I could come up with.

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Flutter - Ch. 7

Oh Sehun/Reader
Genre: Fluff/Romance/Smut (eventually)
Word Count: 3,354


Previous Chapter


You woke up slowly, wiggling around in the soft bed and relishing the warmth before opening your eyes. You were slightly disappointed to find the bed empty next to you. You sat up, looking around sleepily when you heard a faint clatter coming from outside the bedroom.

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Delinquents

Part Two

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: not really, except Jughead may be slightly ooc but just a little

Summary: Jughead is reunited with (Y/N), after meeting her in juvy six years previous.

Part One

“Max, you can’t just pick all the vegetables out,” (Y/N) scolded, as her brother pulled a ketchup-soaked lettuce leaf from his burger and dropped it onto the side of his plate, where it fell with a wet splat.

“Wa-watch me,” Max stuttered smugly.

(Y/N) didn’t force the issue. She watched him take a huge gulp of his milkshake then screw his eyes shut against the brain freeze. In the soft neon glow of the diner, Max couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s brother, with his (Y/H/C) hair falling in his (Y/E/C) eyes, he was (Y/N). Minus the criminal record.

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4. Date // Nurseydex

« {Part 4 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: in which dex is uncultured and nursey has no manners, and they’re both perfect for each other. enjoy!

“Uh. Hey, Nursey?” Dex said, scanning over the menu. “What’s prosciutto? Is that, like, a cheese?”

“You don’t know what prosciutto is?” Nursey asked skeptically.

“Not all of us were born with silver spoons up out asses, Nurse,” Dex replied.

“But it’s prosciutto. You can buy it at, like, Costco—”

“Nursey.”

“Fine, fine. Prosciutto is uncooked Italian ham. It’s good—you’d like it.”

“O…kay,” Dex said. “I gotta say, uncooked ham doesn’t sound that appealing.”

Nursey shrugged, licking salt off the rim of whatever drink he’d ordered. “Your loss.”

They fell quiet, the hushed murmur of restaurant conversations around them making Dex a little uncomfortable. He felt weird talking in anything louder than a whisper. And was that smooth jazz? He fiddled with the napkin on his lap, which he was going to feel guilty about using later because it was so fucking white. How the hell did they get stains out of it? Did they just have new napkins every meal? Didn’t that sort of defeat the point of reusable napkins?

Trying to interpret the menu felt like reading a foreign language. He didn’t understand what half the words were. “What’s Roquefort?” he asked Nursey after a suitably long silence.

“Oh, it’s a blue cheese.”

“And chanterelles?”

“A kind of mushroom.”

“What about beer, bear—nope, I can’t even pronounce that.”

Nursey scooted forward. “Here, give me the menu and point to it.” Dex did. “Oh, you mean béarnaise?” he said, pronouncing the word with an obnoxious French accent.

“Gesundheit,” Dex said.

“I think it’s a sauce, maybe?” said Nursey. “I don’t really know that one.”

“Well aren’t you a big help.”

“Hey, I don’t know everything, man,” Nursey said as he tipped back on his chair a little, balancing on the back two legs. “This place is like, mad bougie.”

“No shit,” Dex said. He rolled his eyes. “Also, dude, stop leaning back like that. You’re gonna fucking fall.”

“‘M not.”

“You wanna bet on that?”

Nursey sighed and dropped the front legs of his chair back onto the ground. “You’re no fun,” he pouted.

I’m no fun? You’re the one who dragged us to this fancy-ass restaurant. This place is stuffy as hell.”

“I know, I know. But my moms are paying for it, so I figure we should probably at least try to go on a legit date.”

“I guess,” Dex conceded.

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bkwrm523  asked:

*knocks on door* Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about our Lord And Savior, Doctor Grumpy-Pants McCoy?

Originally posted by fuckyeahleonardmccoy

Sister of the faith!

Come in, come in. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a cup of tea?

I, also, have found new life in our Lord and Savior, Leonard McCoy. In his cantankerousness, I find joy. In his body, I find contentment. In his arms, I am made whole. 

I strive to face each day with weary sighs and raised eyebrows. I believe there is power in Skepticism and I believe in The Divine Resurrection. 

Sister, I testify the Truth. 

Allow me to share with you my favorite verse from The Book of Bones

And the good doctor said to the captain, “Come unto me, all you who are impetuous and foolhardy, for I will give you a hypospray, and you will know rest.”

- CMO’s Log, Chapter 11, verse 28

Also, here in the Church of Leonard McCoy, we believe in the Laying On Of Hands. 

Day with Dad - reidxreader

Anon requested: Can you do an imagine where the reader and Spencer have a six year old daughter and the reader is sick so Spencer spends the day with his daughter?

ok this is such a cute request I love it.

I’ve read one shots where the daughter’s name is Harper as in Harper Lee the author so I used that in this story, i can’t for the fucking life of me remember who’s fic it was so if anyone knows who i’m referring to pls tell me. i’m gonna try to figure it out so i can give them credit for the name but right now my mind is blank. i think it was @dontshootmespence but i can’t be sure??? gaaaahhhhh anyway enjoy this i hope u like it!

Originally posted by lizthirose


Due to your tossing and turning all night you hadn’t slept very well. Thankfully, your husband had a flexible work day today and you had off. 

At 9 am — possibly the latest your six year old daughter ever slept in — you opened your eyes and began to say good morning to Spencer, but your throat was so sore that it hurt.

He furrowed his eyebrows. He lifted the back of his hand to your forehead and commented, “You’re warm. How are you feeling, do you think you might be sick?”

“I didn’t sleep much last night,” you admitted weakly. “I’m probably sick. My throat hurts, I have a headache, and I’m hot and cold at the same time.”

He pouted. “I’m sorry, love. I’m going to spend the day with Harper so you can get some rest.” Spencer gave you medicine and everything else you’d need, kissed your forehead, and closed the bedroom door behind him after getting ready for the day ahead of him.

Harper, your six year old daughter, was sitting on her bed trying to tie her shoes when Spencer walked in. She had impressively gotten dressed without being asked. Harper huffed and looked up at her dad with a defeated expression.

“Do you want to come into work with daddy today?” Spencer asked. He crouched down next to the pink bed and tied her shoes as her mood changed and she squealed with excitement.

“Is aunt JJ gonna be there?” she asked. Spencer smiled, “Of course!”

Harper jumped off of the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Spencer followed, then brushed through her hair and braided it. He’d like to think he’s gotten pretty good at that.

“Where’s mommy?” she asked. Spencer picked the small girl up to bring her to the kitchen for some breakfast.

“Mommy’s sick today, but she’s going to be okay. We can go give her a kiss before we leave.” he replied. Harper seemed satisfied with that answer, she nodded and sat down to eat her cereal as Spencer made himself coffee and her, chocolate milk.

After breakfast, Spencer carried his bag on one arm and Harper in the other to your bedroom. You were finally sleeping.

Spencer held a finger to his lips to tell Harper not to say anything. She kissed your cheek and whispered, “Bye mommy,” and Spencer kissed your forehead and said, “Bye, Y/N.”

And with that, Spencer drove to the BAU with Harper singing along to the radio in the back seat. He didn’t particularly like this kind of music but she did, so he’d keep it on.

“Hey, Hotch,” Spencer said into the phone. “Y/N is sick today and can’t watch Harper, so can I bring her in with me for a little while? I won’t be there long today anyway.” He secretly prayed that he’d say yes, because if not he was kind of screwed here.

On the other end of the line, Hotch smiled. Harper was so sweet, and after the case the team had dealt with last week, they needed a distraction. “Yeah, Reid, that’s fine.” They hung up.

Spencer parked in his spot, holding his daughter’s hand as they walked into the building and then into the elevator. (He let her press the buttons, she seemed to like that.)

They walked off the lift. Harper immediately let go of her dad’s hand to run over to JJ.

“What in the world are you doing here?” JJ asked excitedly. She picked her up and hugged her.

“Mama’s sick, so daddy brought me here.”

JJ nodded. “So, have you had a good day so far with your dad?”

Harper nodded. “Yeah! He said we’re going to go to the park later.”

“Well, that’s exciting,” Derek commented as he walked towards them. 

“Uncle Derek!” Harper exclaimed. He picked her up and she had a huge smile on her face. Spencer was almost afraid the poor girl would explode, this was so much excitement in so little time. 

Penelope came out of her office. She immediately squealed when she saw Harper. She asked her who did her hair, and Harper proudly told her that her daddy did it. Everyone seemed impressed by this. “What?” Spencer asked, chuckling, “You think I have a six year old daughter and don’t know how to do her hair?”

As Harper happily talked and played with Spencer’s team, he smiled gently at how wonderful she was. She was just like you. 

Harper was sweet and caring, she was considerate and beautiful, she was fun and positive. All of which she got from you. On the other hand, she was thoughtful and questioning, and cute and persistent, much like himself. She had his brown eyes which you loved, because every time you looked at her there was a reminder of the beautiful life you’d created with Spencer.

After a little while, everyone was sad that they had to get back to work. Spencer set his daughter up next to him at his desk with some paper and crayons he’d found in his drawers, because she loved to draw and that’d keep her occupied.

It had been about 15 minutes. “Daddy,” she said, moving to sit in his lap, “I drew this for you.”

He smiled proudly at the small picture she’d colored in. It was clearly supposed to be of your family, with you and Spencer on the sides and Harper in the middle holding both of your hands. “This is so good, sweetheart. Can I keep it here?”

She smiled. “Yeah! Put it there.” She placed it in front of an actual photo he had of her in a frame. He laughed at his daughter.


After Harper gave everyone on the floor a hug, and I mean everyone, she and her dad left. They went to the park, and then to lunch, and then back home to check on her mommy and watch a movie in the living room.

Harper ran straight to your bedroom after walking through the front door. You were awake this time, and pulled her into bed next to you.

“Are you still sick, mama?” 

Truthfully, you still weren’t feeling your best but you didn’t feel very sick anymore. The medicine proved to be effective and sleep was very helpful.

“Not anymore, baby. How was your day with daddy?” You asked. You smoothed her hair back while she cuddled into your side.

“Great!” She said, then proceeded to tell you every detail of her day. Spencer walked in and laid next to her.

For about an hour, the three of you laid under the covers of your bed and watched whatever show Harper decided she wanted to see. You loved your little family, with an adorable daughter and a perfect husband. 


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Secrets - Sherlock Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,006

Warnings: None.

A/N: I was so close to just 1000 words…

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Originally posted by cumbersnitchflabberbatch

Sherlock was staring at the window, violin in hand, immerse in his own thoughts. He was no longer playing, and the movement in him was minimal. Anyone with poor view would’ve thought he was some kind of statue.

“Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke as she entered the flat. Sherlock looked at her intensely, noticing the details one by one.

“Grocery shopping, rainy, tired, hormonal, new haircut, less makeup, back pain, swollen feet, new manicure, cheerful, keeping a secret.” Sherlock’s mind spoke.

“Thank you, mister for helping your girlfriend to carry the bags all the way up.” (Y/N) spoke exaggerating her tone. Sherlock chuckled slightly and left the violin before walking over to her and hugged her by the back.

“Sorry.” He whispered in her ear and left a kiss on her temple.

“I can’t ever stay mad at you, can I?” She inquired playfully. Sherlock chuckled once more and breathed in her scent like she was used to, except this time he smelled something out of place.

Anaesthetics, but she didn’t have an appointment at the dentist. Bit of male cologne. Which man does she know that can smell like so? John, but he was with Mary all day long, perhaps that doctor friend of her.” Sherlock thought.

“How’s Pete?” Sherlock inquired, pulling away to help her get everything in place.

“He’s good, planning a holiday trip with his kids, why?” (Y/N) replied listlessly. She was used to Sherlock pulling tricks like so, and although it still impressed her she liked to act oblivious just to put him off.

“Is he married?” Sherlock continued, ignoring her question.

“Yes, twenty years together.” (Y/N) answered.

“It would be a shame if he cheated her after so long.” Sherlock commented.

“Thankfully, Pete is a good man.” (Y/N) said.

Sherlock nodded and continued to observe her from time to time, when she wasn’t aware of it.

She bought loads of snacks this time. Extra comfort food and too much fruit. Oven pizza, doughnuts, cake.” Sherlock listed on his mind, “Strange walk, maybe something is keeping her from moving properly but… Please don’t think of that, focus, what else do you see? Baggy clothing, perhaps from the plus-size shop. It’s too big for her, why would she buy such thing?”

“Sherlock.” She called, “You are staring.”

“My apologies.” He said, “You look lovely today, that shirt looks good on you.”

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and walked closer to him to leave a kiss on his plump lips.

She was wearing lipstick this morning, but there isn’t any now. Just a sly glimpse of what there used to be. Her breath… She was chewing mint gum on her way here, why would she want to hide her breath? Maybe because Pete smokes often. I have shared a cigar with him before.”

“Stop trying to deduce my day, please.” She begged softly as she pulled away.

“I’m not…” She lifted an eyebrow knowingly, “Apologies.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked softly.

“I want you to be very honest with me, please.” He begged, she nodded, “Why did you go to Pete’s office this morning?”

“How do you know I went to his office this morning?” Sherlock sighed heavily.

“Do you really need me to explain?” She nodded, “You smell like hospital and his cologne is impregnated in your clothes, but it’s not a smell strong enough to have been recent which means you went this morning, before going to buy groceries. What I don’t know is why?”

“Think, detective.” She dared, “Why would a woman go visit a gynaecologist?”

“Check-up, but your last appointment was three months ago and a healthy woman like you should go every six months.” Sherlock replied quickly.

“Why would a woman like me break a pattern like that?” (Y/N) continued.

“I really don’t want to think of it.” Sherlock confessed, looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how many women fall for their doctors?” Sherlock inquired raspily without looking up. (Y/N) took her time to process his words, and once she did she let out a loud laugh.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” She inquired half angry, half mockingly. “I’m not cheating on you, Sherlock.”

“Then why would you break the pattern?” Sherlock asked, he was exasperated.

“Maybe because something in my life broke my own pattern.” (Y/N) replied.

“Like what?” Sherlock begged, but before she could reply her phone rang.

“Deduce it, Mr. Holmes.” She ordered, and took the call, walking outside.

Think. What patterns does she have? Eating patterns… No, he’s a gynaecologist. Which feminine patterns does she have? No infections, that’s for sure. No trouble with her hormones, at least not important ones. When was the last time she ovulated?” Sherlock rushed to their room, digging on her drawers to find the little note pad where she wrote down her dates. “Nothing for two and a half months.”

Sherlock ran back to the kitchen at the same time (Y/N) returned from her phone call.

“Is it true?” He asked.

“True that I’m cheating or…?” Sherlock shook his head, walking closer to grab her by the shoulders.

“There are only a few reasons why a woman’s menstrual cycle would suddenly stop, and you haven’t taken any pill to bring it back and… There’s only one option left.” He stuttered and (Y/N) noticed his trembling body. She was holding her because he needed support or else he’d fall to the floor.

“Just ask, solve the mystery.” (Y/N) encouraged.

“You’re pregnant.” He whispered.

“I wanted to let you know through some kind of game… You know, like the ones we do to look for clues all over the flat…” She confessed shyly.

“I did clued for looks.” Sherlock stuttered and (Y/N) giggled softly.

“Are you okay with… this? Because I’m keeping the baby.” She asked.

“Of course I am.” Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, “And of course you’re keeping it… We are keeping it.” Before she could say anything else Sherlock kissed her hesitantly. He was scared but he was also excited for the upcoming gift.


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Try Something New (Josh Dun X Reader X Tyler Joseph) Smut

Originally posted by joshdunfuckme


Word Count: 3500+

Warnings: SMUT!, Threesome,

*** This is my first threesome smut ever, so I’m sorry if it sucks. Also it’s my first Twenty One Pilots fic also so I really hope I didn’t fail miserably. Enjoy!***


You sat on the floor of your’s, Josh’s, and Tyler’s apartment, back leaning against the small piece of furniture the TV sat on. Your boyfriend and Tyler and sat opposite you on the floor against the couch. Aside from Josh, Tyler was one of your closest friends and pretty much the reason you two were dating. Like the 14 year olds you all mentally were, you were playing a late-night truth or dare session which had, as usual, gone from innocent questions to much more risque ones. “Tyler, truth or dare?” You asked him, taking a swig of your wine cooler. The boys made of you for drinking them but they were freaking delicious so you didn’t care much.

He thought for a moment, “Truth.” He decided.

“Wimp.” Josh teased.

You were hoping he was going to say dare so it took you a moment before finally asking, “Have you ever had a sex dream with another guy?” You asked. He squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands over his face groaning. “And you have to tell the truth or you have to drop ice down your underwear. That’s the rules.” You laughed devilishly since that rule was Tyler’s idea in the first place.

“Ok! Ok! Fine!” He shot an awkward look to the side, “It wasn’t really a wet dream but I had a dream about Josh a few weeks ago.” He said ashamed. Both you and Josh practically screamed in laughter. Although none of you were drunk, you were definitely about two drinks down so you were feeling a little tipsy. “But we didn’t actually do it! We were like making out and stuff and I woke up before anything happened! Before I fell asleep that night I got curious and looked up fanfic about us because it’s funny to see what fans think happens and I guess it was just in my head.” He said, his face red with embarrassment.

Josh scooted towards him and leaned his head on his shoulder, “If you wanted me that bad all you had to do was ask.” He joked.

Tyler shoved Josh off playfully, “Shut up. Ok, fine. Y/N, truth or dare?”

Of course he would pick you back. You thought for a moment. You wanted to pick dare but after what you made Tyler admit to, you didn’t trust him not to make you do something awful and embarrassing, “Truth.” You grinned nervously in anticipation of what he was gonna ask.

“Would you ever have a threeway?” He asked.

Again, you had to think about it. The thought had occurred to you and despite knowing a ton of your favorite singers through Josh and Tyler, you’d definitely had your fair share of fangirl threeway fantasies with band members. But would you ever actually go through with it? As a joke threeways always sounded fun but when it came down to it, you usually thought of sex as something personal and romantic and loving between you and Josh, even if it did get a little kinky sometimes (although not much). But you had to admit, the idea of a threeway was pretty fun. “I think so. But I would have to really trust the other two people.” You decided.

Both Josh and Tyler’s mouths were open a little bit, as if they found the idea kinda hot but they quickly covered it up. “Guy-guy-girl or guy-girl-girl?” Tyler asked, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “One truth at a time!” You glanced at the clock on your phone seeing it was 11:39 pm. You sighed, “I actually got to go to bed. I have to be at work at 6:30 tomorrow morning.” You stood up, walking into the kitchen to throw away your empty bottle before walking over to Josh and kissing him on the cheek, “Good night babe.” You looked at Tyler, “Keep your hands off my man while I’m asleep.” You joked. Tyler groaned and Josh laughed at the comment.

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Five days had gone by since that night and finally it was Friday. You had Saturday off and didn’t have to worry about going to bed early for work. It was your night to just chill with Josh. Hopefully Tyler would go out with some of his other friends so you and Josh could have some alone time. You loved Tyler but since he was always around, you and Josh hadn’t had sex since they got back from tour about two months ago. At first it sucked not ever having intimate time with him, but you both had gotten used to it. It was just like being teenagers again, always having the drive to do it if you had the chance but ignoring it if you didn’t.

You pulled into your parking space and walked up to your apartment, unlocking the front door and kicking your shoes off as soon as you got in. It was strangely quiet inside which was uncommon. Usually Josh and Tyler would be practicing or talking or something. Their cars were outside so they were definitely here. “Anybody home?” You called out curiously.

You walked down the hall, “Yeah we’re in here.” You heard Josh’s voice echo from your’s and his bedroom. You walked in and saw Josh sitting on your dark blue comforter while Tyler sat in the bright green bean bag chair in the corner. You giggled a little to yourself thinking that you guys just looked like a bunch of teenagers living together, not full grown adults. Unless all adults had bean bag chairs. You set your bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey you guys. Are you having a heart-to-heart? Should I come back later?” You asked.

Josh shook his head, “No, no you’re good. Don’t go anywhere.” He smiled. Tyler sat quietly in the bean bag chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, leaning his chin on his clasped knuckles. He seemed… quiet… suspiciously quiet. Were they planning on pranking you again, because last time when they put baby powder in your hair dryer was not nearly as amusing as they thought it was. Josh must have seen the suspicious look on your face because he quickly stood up, laughing nervously and biting his lip, “Don’t worry, we’re not pranking you.” He said reading your mind. Tyler chuckled a little.

“Ok, then why are y’all so serious looking. Did someone die?” You asked with a joking tone but slightly worried after you said it.

“No… it’s just… we were thinking, well I was thinking- gosh I don’t know how to say this.” He ran his hand nervously through his pink-orange hair, “Well, you remember how we haven’t done anything in awhile?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow suggestively so you knew he what he was referring to. You nodded, “And well, I happened to have heard from a certain friend of yours that you’ve been wanting to try some new things in the bedroom.” You cursed your friend Y/F/N under your breath for telling Josh. You had always felt kind of awkward about trying new things in the bedroom and suggesting it. You guys were into rough sex, but that was about the extent of what you did. Josh got dominant sometimes but it wasn’t often. But gosh did you love it when he was, which you’d told him but he was always scared of hurting you. “And then the other night you said you’d consider a threesome…” He said trailing off.

When you realized what he was suggesting your gave him a strange look, “Wait, so you’re suggesting that we-” you motioned with your finger to all three of you.

Tyler quickly cut in, interrupting, “Only if you want to!” Josh nodded in agreement, “If you don’t feel comfortable then I’ll leave and you and Josh can go at it all you want.” You chuckled a little at what he said. He always had a way of being sincere and smooth and awkward all at the same time.

“Honestly, I’ve been wanting to switch things up in the bedroom too lately. And I read about some stuff that sounded kind of cool that I was thinking we could try and this was sort of one of them. But if you feel uncomfortable with it at all, then just say so.” Josh said looking you the eyes, “But you said if you trusted the other two people, then you might consider it.”

You thought for a moment. Was this actually happening? You had answered yes to a hypothetical situation. But what was hypothetical was somehow now a reality. You glanced at Tyler and then back at Josh, “Are you guys sure you’re alright with this? I mean, Josh. Tyler and I would be screwing. And Ty, would that be too weird for you to see your best friend naked? Or his girlfriend for that matter? I mean I’m ok with this, I just don’t want you guys to screw up your friendship for the sake of experimenting.”

Tyler stood up and stood a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall, “We’ve actually been talking about this since Sunday night after you went to bed.”

“Yeah, we’ve already agreed that there’ll be no jealousy or anything like that. And if it fails, we never have to do it again.” Josh reassured you.

You thought for a second, “Ok. I’m in.” You muttered, biting your lip and looking between the two boys. “But two things first. I’ve never had sex with anyone except Josh.” You admitted shyly, “And I have no idea how the heck a threesome works except for what I’ve read in smutty fanfic.” You chuckled awkwardly at what you just admitted to them.

Josh smirked, sucking his lip between his teeth as he stepped closer to you. One of his hands fell on your hips while the other was gently brought on your neck, pulling you in for a sweet simple kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed and when he pulled away, you were already breathless from his gentleness. “I guess we’ll just see what happens then. If you want to stop at any point just say so.” He tells you. You gaze up at him and nod. His voice was so comforting that you could pretty much agree to anything. “You are on the pill right?” He confirmed. You nodded and bit your lip.

He shot a glance over at Tyler who walked behind you from against the wall. Josh leaned back and kissed you passionately, tongue slipping into your mouth. Tyler’s hands roamed feather light down your sides and over your thighs shooting electricity down your spine. You leaned your head to the side, following Josh’s kiss and Tyler pressed his body closer against your backside, trailing hot open mouthed kisses across your now exposed neck. His hands trailed up your thighs to knead your breasts through the fabric of your low cut black t-shirt. You moaned against Josh’s lips and you felt him smirk through the kiss. Tyler’s teeth raked across the spot that made you moan, biting it lightly before smoothing it over with his tongue.

Already, you were overwhelmed by the sensations. Your core was hot and wet and your heart was racing. Josh’s hands left your neck and trailed down to lift your shirt over your head exposing your dark red bra. Tyler unhooked it and it soon followed your shirt on the ground. You were grateful that Josh was in front of you. Apart from the one guy in high school you flashed because you lost a bet, Josh was the only guy who’s seen your breasts. Josh’s head dipped down, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, across your collarbone and on your breasts. You leaned back against Tyler’s body, arching your back as he sucked on your neck and Josh nibbled at your nipples.

You almost didn’t notice Tyler’s hands lightly running down your bare stomach and unbuttoning your dark skinny jeans. His hand slipped inside the front and he began rubbing you through your panties. You moaned loudly and Josh stepped away, taking off his grey t-shirt to reveal his body. Your knees were shaking from Tyler’s movement and you were moaning loudly. He wasn’t rubbing hard enough to get you off, but it was definitely enough to warm you up. “So wet already…” He whispered huskily into your ear, turning you on even more.

You knew if you didn’t move soon, your legs would buckle from underneath you. You stepped away from Tyler, chest heaving and turned towards him, placing a hand on each shoulder. You glanced over your shoulder at Josh who nodded at you, silently telling you to keep going. You leaned in and kissed Tyler deeply, parting to slip his shirt over his head. Josh sat on the edge of your bed and you began walking backwards, not breaking the kiss with Tyler until you were near Josh. You got on your knees, unbuckling Josh’s skinny jeans and pulling them down. Behind you, you could hear Tyler doing the same for himself.

Just as you were about to run your hands up Josh’s legs, he shook his head, “Uh-uh. Lay on the bed.” He said. His voice was almost commanding but there was still a bit of uncertainty. It turned you on to no extent. You did as you were told, lying down. Josh began crawling up your legs, kissing down your bare chest sending shivers throughout your body. Eventually he made it to your unbuttoned jeans, “Are you still ok with this happening?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed. He slid your pants of, underwear leaving with the, until you were naked and exposed. Right away, you felt strange. Tyler was here. You knew you agreed to this but suddenly it was seeming really, really… real. You bent your knees, almost crossing them with how tightly you were squeezing them together. You didn’t exactly mean to do it, it was just sort of instinctual.

Suddenly, Tyler’s lips were on your’s, “Don’t worry.” He whispered, pulling away. It was strangely simple of him to say but it somehow eased your nerves slightly. You felt Josh’s large hands on your thighs, gently opening your legs and leaning between them. His tongue flicked over your clit and you gasped at the feeling. His tongue ran up and down to your entrance before returning to suck on your clit. You were already a writhing mess. Tyler had his mouth occupied on your breasts, licking and kissing and nipping at the already hickey covered flesh.

“Oh my gosh…” You moaned.

Josh leaned back just long enough to groan, “That’s it Y/N, tell me how good we make you feel.”

His teeth gently grazed your clit and your moaned loudly, “Oh god. Just like that Josh.” Tyler’s tongue flicked over your nipple while he gently ran over the other perked bud with his calloused thumb. You ran your hand up Tyler’s back, gripping lightly onto his hair. Your back arched as Josh slid a finger into your hot core.

“So tight.” He groaned, pumping quickly. Tyler captured your lips in a rough kiss. You broke the kiss, sitting up slightly, and Josh stopped his actions with a confused look on his face. You ran your hands through your disheveled hair and crawled over to Josh, missing the feeling of his lips. Tyler was good, no doubt, but you loved Josh. He bit your bottom lip teasingly. Tyler kept his eyes on your butt as you made out with his best friend, removing his erection from his boxers and slowly pumping himself at the sight of your naked body, sitting at the top of the bed. You sat up on your knees, Josh’s lips following you until he was standing and you hooked your fingers in his waistband, pulling his boxers down. His erection sprang free and you broke the kiss, gazing up at him through hooded eyes. His dark eyes were clouded with lust and it made your empty core ache for him. You bit your lip when Josh nodded his head slightly, “Get on all fours.” He demanded, that dominant tone more prominent than before.

Silently, you obeyed, turning to face Tyler’s naked body and being surprised at the size of his length. Josh stood at the foot of the bed and grabbed you roughly by the hips pulling you closer to him. Tyler quit pumping himself and positioned himself on his knees in front of your face. Josh’s soft hands caressed up your sides, cupping your breasts and moving back down to your bum. You savored every feeling the two men gave you.

Reaching up, you grabbed Tyler’s hard member and ran your hand up and down it a few times, his thin body shivering and the contact. Josh ran his fingers through your wet folds. Leaning forward slightly, you took Tyler into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. You hand pumped what you couldn’t fit as you bobbed your head back and forth. Behind you, Josh positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in. You moaned loudly around Tyler’s dick.

“Are you still alright?” Josh asked.

You nodded slightly but he must not have seen because Tyler’s strained voice chuckled a little, “Yeah she’s good.” Josh rocked his hips slowly at first but he soon matched your pace on Tyler. Tyler reached down and grabbed a fistful of your hair. You could see his muscles fighting to keep from moving your head for you, shoving himself deeper. He didn’t want to hurt you after all. Josh gripped tightly onto your hips, sure to leave bruises as he snapped his hips fast. A knot built up in your stomach and your legs were beginning to shake. You took Tyler out of your mouth and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft. His cock twitched in your hand and you knew he was close.

You pumped Tyler faster, trying to focus on how Josh was making you feel and still keep a good pace with Tyler. His grip on your hair tightened and he quickly pulled back, letting go of you. He pumped a few times and released all over your body, panting.

Now that you were totally focused on Josh’s movements, you noticed his movements becoming erratic. You knew he was close. His breathing was labored pants. Knowing that he wasn’t going to last much longer, he pulled out and climbed on top of the bed on his knees. He roughly grabbed your ankle and brought it over his shoulder before slamming back into you. He hit that spot deep inside you that made you scream out, “FUCK!” Your eyes screwed tight. Both and Tyler and Josh let out a small laugh at your profanities. It was rare when you cussed. “Oh shit right there.” You begged and Josh obeyed. Your whole body was on fire, every nerve burning with lust.

Tyler stood up and walked to the side of the bed, leaning over. With one hand, he spread your folds apart, exposing your clit. With the other, he rubbed fast harsh circles over your sensitive bud. That combined with Josh continuously pounding your g-spot had you screaming and moaning, “Fuck… me… Uh… Josh… Shit … Yeah… Oh god Tyler!” You moaned. Your entire being was on fire and how you hadn’t cum yet was beyond you because you felt yourself teetering on the edge.

“I’m so close babe.” Josh groaned. You reached down and held his hand tightly.

Suddenly, you felt your walls tighten uncontrollably as wave after wave of euphoria washed over you. “Fuck! Josh!” You moaned (or rather screamed), toes curling and legs bending as you orgasmed. The boys worked you through your orgasm, Tyler rubbing your clit and Josh slowing his hips. Your walls clenching around his length sent him over the edge. He pulled out leaning over your body and resting his head on the bed next to you. The two of you were panting uncontrollable messes. That was by far the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had, still feeling the effects after your breath calmed down.

“Holy shit, Y/N. You fucking squirted that was so hot.” Tyler commented and Josh chuckled into the mattress. You turned bright red, covering your face with your hands. You’d never squirted before.

“I have never heard you cuss that much. You’re freaking filthy. But sexy.” Josh laughed, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“That was freaking amazing.” You panted, sitting up. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and set your feet down to walk to the bathroom but as soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled slightly. Your core already ached. It had been a long time since you’d been screwed so hard you could barely walk and you honestly loved it.

You heard a snort behind you. “Are you alright?” Josh asked. You turned around stabilizing yourself.

You put up a hand and laughed a little, “I’m good. It’s just… been a while.” You said. You returned from the bathroom with a towel and cleaned up your guys’ mess. The three of you got dressed and met back up in the living room, sitting on the couch.

You were the last one to get into the living room. Josh and Tyler insisted to take a shower since Tyler kinda came all over you. They sat there with expectant looks on their faces, “So… was it awful?” Josh asked nervously.

You shook your head, “You heard me earlier. That was amazing. Did you guys enjoy yourselves?”

“A little awkward but not bad.” Tyler confessed. All three of you laughed and nodded in agreement.

“But thanks guys. Really. I never actually thought that dirty little fantasy was gonna come true. And I’m glad it was with you Tyler.” You said, sitting next to Josh who put his arm around you, letting you burrow yourself into his side.

I came out of the Majestic Theatre’s stage door one night in 1988, long after the crowds had gone, heading through the long alley on my way to Forty-fifth Street and the cab ride home. Suddenly a woman appeared from round the corner, striding toward me, full sail followed by four young people at the trot. She spoke to them in tones that reeked with resolution: “It’s got to be here somewhere.” (That voice. Where had I heard it before?) She paid no attention to me and strode past. Then she abruptly changed her mind, turned and started back, quickly gaining on me.
“Young man,” she called - her voice resounded along the walls of the alley - “Where’s the stage door to the Golden (Theatre)?”
I turned and looked into Katharine Hepburn’s marvelous face. “Uhhh,” I stammered, mentally grappling for a brilliant phrase to stun her with the force of my personality, “it’s right there.” I pointed the way. (That’s terrific, Crawford: this is a chance meeting she’ll never forget!)
“Right,” she said. “Thank you.” She brushed past me, and she quickly disappeared down the alley with her guests in tow. Only in New York, I thought. Where else would you meet Katharine Hepburn in a dark alley!
A week later she came to see The Phantom of the Opera and visited my dressing room afterward. It was clear that she’d been crying. “You!” she drawled in that crisp metallic voice of hers. “I have never seen anything like that in my life! And I’m going to bring people back ah-gain, and ah-gain and AH-GAIN!”
“Thank you,” I said, “and I give good directions, too.”
She raised a perplexed eyebrow, smiled a polite - if puzzled - smile, and left. But she is a very generous woman, and she forgave my bit of brash humor. She kept her word as well and returned on many occasions with members of her family. She was reportedly seen in the orchestra, crying happily every time.
—  Michael Crawford, from the book Broadway Day and Night
Sirius Imagine 2

Amortentia 

this is super cute i like it :)

btw’s my marauder’s nickname is cubs bc my animagus is a bear, but make it whatever you want!

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You slid into a seat next to Remus and began piling food on your plate, “Merlin, I’m starving!”

Remus raised an eyebrow, “Why are you so hungry all of the sudden?”

“I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been this hungry in my entire life. I haven’t eaten all day.”

“What? Cubs, that’s not good for you.”

“I know! But I’ve been so busy lately I haven’t had time to eat, sleep,… shower,” you grimaced. 

“You know what,” you said, standing up, “I need to get my priorities straight, I’m going to shower, and then eat if I have time.”

You rushed off before Remus could stop you, leaving him sighing. Sirius sat down next to him in the spot you had been taking up and began talking.

“What’s y/n up to?” 

Remus remained looking at the door you had just gone through, “She hasn’t been eating or sleeping or taking care of herself, I’m kind of worried.”

“Yeah, me too,” Sirius sighed, “she’s been really stressed out about Potions.”

Remus looked over to Sirius with a smirk on his face, “How do you know that?”

Sirius blushed, “I… notice… things… Oh, shut up,” and then shoved a chicken leg into his mouth to excuse himself from saying anything more.

“Maybe you should help her,” Remus suggested, “I mean, Prongs is great, but he’s not the best Potions partner, is he?”

A lightbulb went off in Sirius’s head, “I’ll ask him to switch with me! You go with James, because your smart and can handle him, and I’ll go with Cubs, it’s perfect!”

He got up and rushed away, but not before patting Remus on the back, “Thanks Moony!”

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You rushed into Potions class, late. You had eaten and gotten at least 6 hours of sleep, but that didn’t come without a price. You hadn’t been able to shower or prepare for the lesson today, so you had no idea what was happening. 

“Cubs,” you heard Sirius say as he approached, “Say hello to your dashing new Potions partner!”

You frowned, happy Sirius was your partner, but worried about your friend. “What happened to James?”

“Ah, he agreed to switch with me, Remus was getting tired of me showing off all the time.”

You laughed, “Okay, sure. Whatever you need to say to get yourself through the day.”

“So,” Sirius attempted to be slick and slide over next to you, but ended up bumping into the cauldron, making you laugh. He blushed before continuing, “Do you know what we’re doing today?”

“No, actually,” you laughed nervously, “I didn’t have any time to prepare for today, so we’ll just see what happens. Do you know what we’re doing?”

“Yep.” Sirius grinned, popping the ‘p’ at the end of his answer. 

You laughed, somewhat confused and his mysteriousness, and smiled at him, “Okay…. you wanna tell me?”

“Mmmmmmm, no.” He put his head on his hands, smirking. 

You groaned, “You can’t at least give me a warning?” You put your head down on the table and gave him puppy eyes, “I wanna pass.”

Sirius felt his heart give a jolt but held his ground, keeping his cool. “I can’t tell you,” he sing-songed.

“Fine,” you sat back with your arms crossed. 

The Potions Professor arrived shortly and stood in front of the class.

“Today,” he announced, “We will be making Amortentia.”

Half the class giggled excitedly while the other half groaned at the thought of doing work. You remained neutral, unaware of Sirius awaiting your reaction. 

“Y/n and Sirius,” the Professor said, making you sit up straighter, “Seeing as though Miss Y/l/n has been lagging a little lately, you two may demonstrate to the class all the correct steps before we begin. You have twenty minutes.”

You gave Sirius a panicked look and stood up, terrified. Sirius walked behind you, putting his hand on your waist and whispering in your ear, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine,” before walking to the front of the class. 

You swooned internally and followed him up front to the cauldron. 

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After what felt like forever of you and Sirius crossing arms reaching for ingredients and quiet bickering, you had finally finished right before the Professor announced, “Time’s up.” 

“Now,” he stood in front of the cauldron, “Tell me, what do you smell?” 

You and Sirius simultaneously leaned in and took a sniff. 

You smelled nothing except for Sirius’s stupid cologne, he just had to put on half the bottle every morning.

Sirius smelled nothing but your dumb peppermint shampoo, why did you have to use the whole bottle everyday?

You both shot each other dirty looks.

“Well,” you said annoyed, “if Sirius hadn’t used so much cologne this morning maybe I would be able to smell something.”

“Oh yeah?” Sirius scoffed, “Well is y/n hadn’t used the entire bottle of shampoo this morning maybe I would be able to smell something too.”

“What? My shampoo smells great! It’s not my fault that….”

You stopped. You hadn’t showered in about a week, you didn’t have the time. To be frank, you probably smelled awful.

“I-I,” you paused, unsure if you should say. After all, what would this mean? You looked at the potion and continued, “I haven’t showered in about a week.”

Sirius was looking at you when you looked back up at him, about an inch away from your face. He said quietly, “I ran out of cologne a month ago.”

Your eyes remained locked with his and your heart skipped a beat before you responded, “Oh.”

“Oh.”

You glanced down at his lips and next thing you know Sirius’s lips are on yours and your hands are in his hair. James is shouting, “Fuck yeah!” while Remus whistles. The rest of the class is either cheering or ‘awe’ing.

You broke apart and smiled at him, giving a short laugh before turning to the Professor after hearing a cough. 

“I suppose,” he began, “you’ve done the potion correctly. You may be seated.” 

Sirius grabbed your hand and you walked back to your seats. 

The whole rest of the class James would periodically turn back and give Sirius a thumbs up, making you giggle, but Sirius was too busy watching you and whispering jokes to you for the rest of the class to notice. It was going to be a great year. 

It’s an Extraterrestrial Matter

Listen, this is a headcanon, it’s not fact, so don’t come at me if there are inaccuracies, it’s just how I feel Kara is as a character, okay, and of course I had to write it through Sanvers’ eyes. Enjoy! P.s. Sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes!

“What’s the deal with your sister?" 

Alex looks to her right to see Maggie coming up beside her, leaning against the counter, the detective is staring straight forward, as Alex had been previously before, watching the scene, the family, in front of them, arguing and laughing over a game of scrabble that Alex had excused herself from only to get another glass of wine - and only after she had threatened the lives of her friends not to change any of the tiles or cheat… Alex took her scrabble very seriously. 

The agent frowns at her girlfriend and looks back out at the scene, Kara was flustered, laughing in her over top way that Alex had seen her do around James, a lot, but this time it was directed at something Lena Luthor had just said and the others were staring at Kara like she was insane. 

Alex chuckles a little and turns her back on the scene, focusing now on Maggie who turns her body towards Alex. "What do you mean?” Alex questions with confusion and Maggie looks at Kara briefly. 

“Listen, I know the whole gaydar thing isn’t a science-” Alex laughs at that and Maggie rolls her eyes. “I mean you definitely don’t have one-" 

Hey!“ Alex protests. So maybe she was a little oblivious when it came to that sort of thing - not that it really mattered since she had Maggie, she didn’t need anything else. ”You’re the one who read me wrong, remember?“ 

"Okay but that’s just because you started flirting with me all of a sudden.” Maggie retorts and Alex narrows her eyes. 

“I was not flirting, I was being a friend." 

"Right, and that worked out didn’t it Danvers?” Maggie was teasing her, of course she was, and, if it wasn’t for Maggie’s beautiful stupid grin, and her dimpled cheeks, and shining brown eyes, Alex would’ve teased her right back but she was just a little, well, a lot, distracted. 

“You kissed me.” Alex reminds her and Maggie crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, her full blown smile falling into a smirk and god was it sexy. 

“You kissed me first.” Maggie responds and Alex blushes a little at the memory. She was so embarrassed by that day, still, despite it working out in a good way, the best way possible, but, still, it got her here, standing in Kara’s kitchen with her girlfriend, she still couldn’t believe it, she had a girlfriend

“You were asking about my sister,” Alex says, changing the subject, she’d let Maggie win that round but she wouldn’t win the next one. “I have to warn you though, if you’re about to say something bad against her, I wouldn’t.” Alex may like Maggie a lot, hell, maybe even love, but if she said something against Kara, if the pair hadn’t got along well, then Alex doesn’t even know what she would do. 

“No, no, I love little Danvers,” Maggie says dismissively and Alex chuckles at the nickname that Maggie has bestowed upon her little sister. “No, I mean, I just can’t get a read on her…” Maggie says thoughtfully and Alex knits her eyebrows together in confusion. 

“She’s clearly flirting with Lena, well, she’s being flirted with,” Alex turns to look at them again to see Kara fiddling nervously with her glasses while Lena just smiles and eyes her little sister. The agent narrows her eyes suspiciously at them, they were getting awfully close these past few weeks after Kara had saved Lena from a kryptonite explosion. “but your sister clearly likes her.” Alex tunes back into Maggie’s voice and turns away from the gathering for a moment. 

“But then she’s also had relationships with guys right? Like James… and that Adam dude you told me about,” Alex almost laughs at the concentration on Maggie’s face and raises one eyebrow and smiles in amusement; it was like she was trying to figure out some extreme math equation and not Alex’s little sister’s love life. “and I get the sense that she’s not straight, she clearly has something going on with James, and obviously Lena, I mean, that one is really obvious-" 

"Are you trying to figure out if my sister is straight or gay?” Alex interrupts Maggie’s thoughts and the detective presses her lips into a thin line and places her hands on her hips in exasperation. 

“No case left unsolved,” The detective states and Alex laughs at her girlfriend and Maggie rolls her eyes. Alex holds her stomach a little from all of her laughter, taking a deep breath to help replenish her oxygen supply, even her eyes were watering. “Fine, is she bi?” Maggie asks outwardly and Alex manages to gather herself, and takes a deep breath to compose herself, before responding. 

“Kind of,” Alex answers and Maggie turns her head to the side and a crease forms on her brow in confusion. “she came to Earth when she twelve." 

"So…?” Maggie asks, still not getting it, she shakes her head and Alex takes a step closer. 

So, Krypton wasn’t like Earth, it didn’t have gay, straight, bi, it was just, you meet someone you like, you mate them,” Alex explains with a shrug. “I mean, I’m sure some kryptonians did have preferences for some genders but, they were efficient guys up there, reproduction was done in like tubes, actually, Kal is the only naturally conceived kryptonian in centuries, but, on Krypton, they were just encouraged to marry whoever they fell in love with, and Kara grew up with that incentive.” Alex says and Maggie listens intently, clearly very invested in the details - and she calls Alex a nerd. “Plus they were restricted to one baby per family and Kara’s DNA is really complicated, who knows if same sex couples could have biological babies, the Kryptonians were a really advanced species, plus, hello, aliens.” Maggie laughs at that and Alex smiles in response. 

“To answer your question, Kara’s kryptonian, she’ll choose her mate based on compatibility, on what she likes about them, not on gender, so I guess she’s pansexual, if you want to earthly brand her." 

"What did the Kryptonians class as being compatible?” Maggie asks curiously and Alex shrugs, they don’t know an awful lot about the kryptonians, only what Kara can remember, what Kal had learned from the fortress and the other pieces of information gathered from their pods. 

“Who knows? Probably intelligence, to them we’re like cave men who could only dream about being on their level.” Maggie smiles and leans in close to Alex, wrapping her arms around her waist and Alex smiles gazing down at her girlfriend. “But, you know, Kara also grew up with Earth’s social construct and, compared to Krypton, it’s pretty fucked up. So people automatically assume she’s straight, and I guess when I came out to her I reminded her of Krypton, about how being straight isn’t the only option." 

"Enter Lena right?” Maggie asks with amusement, because Alex is oblivious but she’s not that oblivious, and Alex laughs leaning her head forward to press it against Maggie’s. 

“Enter Lena Luthor.” She confirms - she did have the intelligence. 

They stand in silence for a moment, just enjoying one another’s company, Maggie can feel Alex’s thumbs gently stroking at the back of her neck and she’s more than willing, more than content, just to stand there and not move… but she has to ask something else, because she’s already opened the Krypton can of worms, she might as well go all the way. 

“So Mike,” Maggie says and Alex’s eyes flutter open, momentarily distracting Maggie, and she pauses when she feels Alex’s thumbs stop stroking and she almost whines for her to continue. “He’s from decks- dacks- Daxam?” Maggie’s face scrunches up adorably and Alex grins at her fumble with the planet’s name. 

“Yeah,” Alex responds. “same social construct as Krypton, except, maybe a little looser on its morals, party central according to Kara." 

"So that’s why James calls Mon-El frat boy.” Maggie chuckles and Alex nods. She’d noticed that James and Maggie had been getting along quite well recently and she loved that her friends seemed to love Maggie, a lot, because they were her family and they were all important to her. 

“Yep, but it was colonized by Krypton way back when, before they left the planet to itself, but, you know, the whole be with who you want to be with thing was still pretty strong, hell, according to Mon-El they even had polyamorous relationships.” Alex explains and Maggie nods her head in understanding. 

“So you totally pick up on the whole Winn and Mon-El thing too right?” Maggie asks and Alex laughs out loud this time, nodding her head repeatedly, because of course she picked up on that - Winn was the least subtle person she knew, he was even worse than Kara. “I’d like to hear more about Krypton, it sounds fascinating.” Maggie admits and Alex smiles softly. 

“I’m sure Kara would tell you some stories,” Alex says. “she likes to keep the memory of Krypton alive in her head, so she doesn’t forget it, she’d be more than happy to talk to you about it.” Alex says and Maggie nods her head, she might just have to ask the blonde about the planet. 

“Oh snap!” Alex’s head peers over Maggie as she hears Winn’s excited yell. 

“Alex! Lena just beat your score!” Kara shouts and Alex narrows her eyes. 

“Oh hell no.” Alex mutters and Maggie chuckles, placing a kiss to Alex’s cheek, she turns her around and past her butt towards the living room where the game of scrabble was commencing. 

“You’re going down Luthor!” Alex says and Maggie shakes her head at how competitive Alex was especially when it came to scrabble. 

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard that before.” Lena says with a smirk and Maggie’s eyes widen while Kara, who was beside her, starts blushing to a blood red, almost like she might explode. 

Kara Zor-El of Krypton was such a prude.