oh look at those abs

this is part of something else, where lena comes by unexpected and get to see kara in really casual/comfy clothes. kara doesnt even bother looking through the door bc she was certain that it was alex. 

Maybe love doesn’t feel like everything I’ve ever experienced. Maybe love doesn’t feel like butterflies in your stomach or flowers blooming inside your heart. Maybe it’s not heart palpitations or eye contacts or ‘oh-my-god-look-at-those-abs’.

Maybe love just sits steady like a fairy on your chest who sighs every once in a while when they’re in vicinity. She’s tiny, that fairy, and she pokes your heart when your eyes meet. Maybe it’s just this inexplicable sense of comfort knowing that they’re out there and they’re happy and accomplished and wild. 

And in love with someone else.

Look, I know that for you i’m just junk mail. And I know to you he looks like you’re a field of daisies when all he’s ever seen is crabgrass and i know that you love me, just not like that but i can make you laugh. 

I mean He’s great, too but does he remember every single one of your favourite tracks and does he count the moles on your palms like it were the last thing he’d do if it were you two waiting for the world to end when you let him touch you?  When he looks at you does he feel the urge to never look away or at least see you smile once before he has to?

Poly JNPR Headcanons (also like really dumb drabbles)᤾

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

Let us begin…

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

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

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

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

::Shortly after the match::

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

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

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

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

Ren spoke precisely and cooley

“You listen and you listen good…”

(SORRY, REALLY SHITTY NARRATIVE OVER)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s in the… the… um-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Narrative over)

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

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

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

::Several minutes into their spar::

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SO YEAH THAT’S IT

ozhawkauthor  asked:

Are you still taking drabble prompts? And is there any pairing you won't write? Because I'd love to see #6 with Brock Rumlow/ any one of Skye, Jemma or Darcy...

I’ll pretty much try my hand at any pairing, but I’m more comfortable with anything Darcy-centric. I’m not as familiar with AoS characters, but I can usually make it work. But you gave me the choice of Darcy, so I chose her!

Darcy woke up with a massive headache, a dry mouth, and a heavily muscled arm around her waist. And she was only confused by one of those things.

Hint: it was the arm. The alcohol she remembered, and she was pretty sure there had been rum involved. They were celebrating…something, she wasn’t really sure. Stark used any excuse for a party. For all she knew, Clint remembered to feed his cat.

There were vague flashes of someone tall, with a growly voice and, oh, a smile that promised wicked things. Judging from the soreness in her body, he had delivered. And then some. Darcy hid her face in her pillow and tried to stifle the giggles that were forming. 

She felt the body behind her start to shift and she jumped a little bit when she felt him press a kiss to the back of her neck. “Morning,” the voice rumbled.

Yeah, she definitely remembered the voice.

Wait a minute.

She turned her head suddenly, smacking foreheads (ow ow ow), and, oh jesus, don’t vomit. Bad idea, she berated herself, closing her eyes and clutching her head and hoping for the world to stop spinning.

Taking a breath she tried opened her eyes a crack (who the fuck left the shade open?) and muttered, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed? I mean, shit. Okay, that sounded bad. I thought you’d be Steve. FUCK. That sounded worse. Oh god, make the drums in my head stop.”

Brock just chuckled and pulled her closer. His hand slid up her back to cradle her head as he snuggled her closer, her head fitting perfectly under his chin. He kissed her hair. “I’ll try not to be too offended,” she could hear the smile in his voice.

Darcy nuzzled his chest. What? He was comfy and the room was still kind of spinning around her. Shut up, you’d do it, too. “How are you not dying right now?” she grumbled.

“Well, for one, I didn’t try to keep up with Thor,” was his very matter-of-fact answer.

“I wasn’t,” she whined.

He hummed and she heard the sure you weren’t.

“I ‘member talking to Steve,” she muttered, more to herself than anything.

He scoffed. “No. Well, you were talking to Steve. You were propositioning him. His face was so red I thought he’d explode. Barnes found it fucking hysterical and was encouraging you.”

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Upon imagining what it'd be like to meet both david and gillian
  • Me: Hi, about the xfiles--
  • David: we should double date!
  • Me: uh. what? 😞
  • Gillian: It’s time somebody was brave enough to ask me out, especially one of you!
  • David: This isn't working. We should go to lunch.
  • Gillian: He was hitting on every girl in the hallway. And he happened on me and I happened to be cast.
  • David: in the anteroom? So untrue.
  • Gillian: You were trying to pick me up.
  • David: Was I? I was also looking at your tight trousers.
  • Gillian: David, I hate you!
  • still me: 😒
  • David: You were adorable, and it was just...kismet!
  • Gillian: David and I..we've found our way into an adult friendship, a proper friendship. We have a connection, a kinetic energy.
  • David: Gillian and I never worked on our chemistry. I don’t know if that makes us like an old married couple, a successful old married couple maybe. High five!
  • Me: uh, guys
  • Gillian: Oh, look at those abs!
  • David: Cute on the bed there.
  • Gillian: mmmmm nice! THIS is how I like my Mulder.
  • David: so HOT! And all that's left is the heart.
  • Gillian: solidified and intensified
  • Me: but
  • David: I appreciate her more than ever..Nate's the single guy.
  • Gillian: You wanna a crepe david?
  • Me: 😕
  • David: I thought you were gonna tell me 'Why don't you run a bath' [giggling intensifies] I've just been waiting for it the whole time.
  • Gillian: David's always in the shower. My shining star. I'll be right beside you when I die too.
  • David: We're crazy about each other.
  • Me: I give up!
  • David and Gillian: helpless..helpless..helpless