#James x Jesse

[aishiteru-kenshin]

Pokemon | Shin'ichirō Miki & Megumi Hayashibara | Team Rocket Forever! To prevent the world's destruction! To protect the world's peace! To bring love and honesty's evils to light! In the role of the lovely, charming villains! Musashi! Kojirō! The couple from the Rocket Gang soars through the galaxy! A white hole, a white tomorrow is waiting for us!

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

you wouldn't know Prada if one stepped on your scrotum

[jessmmariano]

Time for a round up of my favorite things ever: old Gilmore Girls promos! If you’ve never seen these, you’re in for a treat because I laugh so hard every time.

This is my personal favorite. You’ll notice that green is a theme in the later season promos. Luke peering around the corner is the best part of this 💀

More green! Also, more creepy faces and bad editing. Sorry for another Christopher promo, but the shitty editing and the way they make it seem Lorelai has never heard the word fiancé before is perfect advertising.

Luke and Lorelai advertising is good as well. Here Luke is again, hiding behind Lorelai. I also love how Luke is never dressed how he actually dresses in the show. Also, let’s just appreciate the way Lorelai is holding that apple.

I found this promo twice, once with Logan and once with Dean, I’m not sure which one I like better…

I’ve found that the earlier season Gilmore Girls promos are almost exclusively in black and white, which really adds to the drama. I know this is supposed to be dramatic, but it just looks like Dean and Jess are about to kiss.

Here are my favorite Jess promos…clearly he learned how to hide behind a Gilmore girl from Luke.

Those are a few of my favorites (there are plenty more lol), I hope you all enjoyed :)

[queen-of-reptiles]

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description: don't annoy lauren james, she'll make you pay one way or another. definitely don't annoy lauren james by knocking out her girlfriend, because then she'll score five goals against you and set up another two

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lauren james x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: a few swear words, playing against t*ttenh*m, minor injury - concussion, sorry Ashleigh Neville!

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y/n had always adored playing for Chelsea, playing for Emma. Chelsea were her childhood team and now she played for them, running down the wing and keeping the game alive.

Better than that, she played with her girlfriend of two years, the two having met and pretty much instantly becoming a power couple in the football world.

While the two hadn't confirmed anything, everyone had pretty much guessed and pieced together and they had never denied anything. Snippets of them ended up over TikTok.

Lauren's hand on her low back as they celebrate, y/n jumping on her when she scored her hat-trick, the two arriving and leaving together, y/n in Lauren's hoodie.

Of course the team knew, they had been a big part in getting the two together so knew the ins and outs of their favourite relationship, making sure that if they posted photos with the two a bit too close in the background that they were okay with it. They always were.

Currently, y/n was sat in Lauren's lap, listening to Emma's pep talk, the manager not even mentioning the way y/n was sat as she knew it wouldn't mean anything to the two.

Today's game was against Tottenham, and y/n had woken up with a sick feeling in her stomach. Like something was going to happen, but she pushed it down and hoped for the best.

The group all cheered as Emma finished, everyone standing up as they leave to get to the tunnel. y/n and Lauren hang back, doing their handshake with either hand before sharing a quick peck.

"Be safe out there." y/n warns Lauren.

"You too baby." Lauren tells her and she nods as they move to the tunnel, Millie sending y/n a knowing smile.

Stamford Bridge was alive with cheers as they walked out, a sea of blue, cheers and screams echoed as the teams lined up, the captain's shaking hands.

y/n shared a smile with Lauren as the Chelsea team huddled, Millie talking them through the first 45 minutes. Their arms were over each other's shoulder, though Lauren let her hand run down y/n's back slightly, equalling an elbow to her side.

The group depart, moving into their places as they wait for the whistle which blows, Bethany England, Lauren and y/n's England teammate starting off the game.

Barely ten minutes in and Lauren's jaw was tensed, her teeth clenched together in annoyance as her lover hit the floor for at least the third time.

Ashleigh Neville happened to be marking y/n today, and the woman was hardly playing fair. Lauren helped y/n up for the third time, the two setting up for the free kick.

Lauren's hand falls to y/n's waist, as if she was checking her girlfriend was okay, which she was. Then Lauren lined up to send the cross in and y/n moved into the box.

Lauren fired the ball in, y/n jumping to try and hit it with her head. As she does, Ashleigh Neville pushes her in the back, y/n goes tumbling down, her head managing to clip the ball into the net as her body sprawls out on the grass.

"Ow." y/n whines, Lauren getting to her and crouching next to her.

"You okay?" The referee asks, checking on the fallen player who nods as Lauren helps her up.

"I'm gonna kill her." Lauren says simply and y/n looks over at her as Millie pats her back.

"Don't you dare." y/n warns her as play gets going again.

y/n runs down the wing quickly, watching Bethany carefully as she times her tackle, sliding onto one knee briefly to pass the ball out to Erin who fires it forward to Lauren.

Seeing the fact Lauren was being surrounded, y/n pushed herself up and sprinted down the field, trying to create a switch up play between her and her girlfriend as she recieved the ball.

y/n went to pass it on when studs found her ankle, the girl shouting in shock as she rolled onto the ground. Lauren stopped her run as the whistle blew, charging over.

"Mills." y/n warned, her captain having been nearest to help her up. Millie realised what she was warning and turned, quickly taking Lauren's shoulders and pushing her away.

Sam replaced Millie, holding out her hands so y/n could take them and put some pressure on her ankle. Once realising she was okay, y/n nodded in thanks to Sam.

"You okay squirt?" Sam asks her.

"It's not me I'm worried about." y/n warns her as she and Sam look over to Millie and Lauren who were protesting at the ref for lack of a card.

"Uh oh." Sam says as Ashleigh rolls her eyes behind the ref and Lauren tenses.

"Yeah, uh oh." y/n agrees, scurrying over and grabbing Lauren's arm, pulling her away. "Calm down." y/n warned Lauren.

"That was such a dangerous tackle." Lauren scoffs.

"Leave it." y/n repeats. "I'm fine, just show Ashleigh what happens when they touch your girl." She adds and Lauren can't help but chuckle.

The free kick was just outside the box, Sam and y/n stepping away as they proudly watched Lauren fire it around the wall and into the goal, the net shaking as Ashleigh groaned.

As y/n turned she saw Lauren smirk smugly at Ashleigh and y/n cleared her throat, finding the action rather attractive to Sam's disgust.

"Keep it in your pants squirt." Sam snorts and y/n mockingly shoves her as they reset.

It took a total of three minutes for Ashleigh to cause trouble again. y/n understood, her team were 2-0 up against the Tottenham side in twenty minutes, but couldn't she leave her alone?

y/n was running down the wing when Ashleigh tugged her back. y/n groaned but turned, kicking the ball off Ashleigh and out for a corner, she looked toward the ref but the woman hadn't seen the tug.

They set up for the corner, Lauren placing herself behind her lover to protect her from the shoving in the box. Lauren's hands were comfortably on y/n's waist, their bodies pressed against each other tightly.

In that moment, Lauren was worrying about protecting y/n from the slightly enthusiastically violent Ashleigh Neville, she couldn't give less of a damn what media coverage it would gain.

The ball was kicked and the box moved, Lauren tried to stay close to y/n but watched as Ashleigh came shoulder to shoulder with y/n, and then the woman's arms came out and pushed, unfortunately wrestling y/n away from the ball. And into the goal post.

y/n's body hit the ground as Lauren let out a shout to stop the game, the referee listening for once and carding Ashleigh with a red, for the arms used to throw y/n against the post.

Lauren however was focussed on the fact y/n was not yet awake, the medics now around her as Lauren stayed next to her, hand in hand as the medics worked around Lauren.

y/n woke up with a groan, only out for a minute, but she had a bruise already forming across her head. y/n squeezed Lauren's hand and looked over at her.

"And I thought running into Millie hurt." y/n groaned and the medics chuckled, asking her if she wanted to be stretchered off. y/n denied, asking if she could be allowed to at least walk off.

"You've got a concussion, though it isn't a major one. Somehow." Their medic said almost confused.

"I'm a tough thing." y/n replies as she wraps her arm around Lauren's shoulder, the girl helping her up and the wrapping her arm around her lover's waist.

"This is gonna have TikTok going crazy." The medic chuckles and Lauren hums.

"I don't care, just make sure you take care of my girl yeah?" She asks them as y/n gets to Emma, a medic taking Lauren's place who with a stern look from Emma runs back to place for Guro's penalty.

"Made a hell of a bruise already." Emma comments, tilting y/n's head up, chuckling as y/n grinned brightly. "Nothing can dampen your spirits, ay squirt?" Emma asks her.

y/n shrugs and is helped down to the medical room where they begin their usual check, y/n too dizzy to pay attention to the noise outside.

Lauren was the cause of the noise, with five minutes to go of the normal first half and at least ten minutes of added time, her head had ducked and her shoulders tensed.

She glared at Ashleigh Neville from across the pitch as the reset, now 3-0 up from Guro's penalty. The whistle blew and Bethany England passed back to Grace Clinton.

Grace quickly had the ball stolen from her feet as Lauren raced through the players and hammered the ball into the net. Emma cheered, hands shooting up in victory.

Lauren assisted another goal and, on of Sam's and the Australian ten assisted Lauren's second goal since y/n had been taken off. The two strikers shared a grin as the whistle blew, 6-0 up at half time.

Lauren listened to Emma's pep-talk with jumpy feet, the woman finishing finally and allowing her to go see y/n, Lauren practically sprinting down the corridor.

Lauren opened the door to the medical room to find y/n doing some sudoku. An icepack held on her head with her other hand. Lauren chuckled which caused y/n to grin.

"Baby!" y/n smiled, opening her arms.

"Hi gorgeous." Lauren said, bringing y/n into her arms and pressing a kiss to her hair. Her eyes pushing down to the crutch and now supported ankle of y/n with furrowed brows.

"It's a sprain, from the earlier tackle, I was no help with running on it, but couldn't quite feel it." y/n explains, Lauren taking over holding her icepack.

"How long you out for?" Lauren asks worriedly.

"Two weeks, three at most." y/n reassures as a medic comes in saying they had let Emma know and that she was okay to go back to the dug out.

"Coat." Lauren hums, pulling y/n up and taking her own coat off wrapping it around y/n.

"They're going to notice the number." y/n warns, there being a number '10' sewn into the Chelsea coat on the left chest piece. It wasn't very big, but y/n was sure they would notice it.

Also the fact the coat was nearly eight inches too long for her and engulfed her body. But it was so warm, and smelt like Lauren so y/n didn't care if anyone saw.

Lauren walked slowly with y/ n who was giggling away with the crutches in hand, and before she could get outside, Lauren tugged the girl back.

"Come 'ere." Lauren hummed, pulling y/n into her chest, pressing their lips together. Lauren licked at y/n's lip, pushing her tongue past her lips so she could sweep her mouth with her tongue.

y/n was slightly shocked at the kiss and as Lauren pulled away, a smug smile on her face as she pecked at y/n's lips once more, the girl felt as if she could of fainted.

"You alright guys?" A voice asks and the two turn to see Bethany England stood with a smirk on her face, already knowing about their relationship due to the fact she was on the England team.

"Hey Beth." y/n said sheepishly.

"Maybe don't make out in the corridor guys." Bethany chuckles and y/n rolls her eyes at her jokingly before she goes out to the dug-out, Emma clapping her on the back as she moved to sit down.

Fran and Ann grinned at her, both out today due to slight injuries. Fran threw the blanket over y/n who sighed in the warmth as she placed her crutches down.

The three chatted away, waiting for the second half to start which it did, with another Lauren goal. y/n looked over to Emma in shock the woman just chuckling.

Lauren scored another four minutes after, assisting another one for Sam after another seven. Emma leaned over to the shocked y/n who was confused about where this type of Lauren had come from.

"She warning them." Emma explains and y/n looks up at the scoreboard and the names underneath hers.

James 20'

Reiten 41'

James 44'

Kerr 45 + 3'

James 45 + 9'

James 46'

James 50'

Kerr 57'

"Warning them about what?" y/n asks Emma who chuckles.

"What happens when the touch you." Emma tells her, as she gestures Mia Fishel to warm up, just as Lauren gets sixth of the game. As soon as the time hits seventy minutes, Lauren is take off for Mia, the girl panting as Emma claps her on the back.

"I should get y/n knocked out every week." Emma teases and Lauren shakes her head.

"Don't you dare." She denies as she climbs over a row, sitting next to y/n who quickly rips Lauren's coat from herself and wraps Lauren in it.

"Where did that come from?" y/n asks the girl in shock, Lauren shrugging as she swung an arm over y/n's shoulders pulling her into her chest. "They'll see." y/n warns, settling her head into Lauren's shoulder.

"Let them. I don't care." Lauren says simply.

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twitter/X

username1: 10 - 0 ??!! TEN MOTHER FUCKING GOALS

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username2: SIX FROM LAUREN JAMES SIX??? SHE SCORED MORE GOALS IN THIS GAME THAN SOME STRIKERS HAVE SCORED ALL SEASON 😰😰

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username3: it is truly mental - six goals and two assists. 😶😶

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username4: they knocked her girlfriend out so she sat them down and gave a masterclass in football.

username5: has anyone got any of the videos of Lauren and y/n today ???? 😩

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username6: @y/n.james.is.key has a thread!

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username5: THANK YOU!!! 🥺🥺

y/n.james.is.key:

Here are all of the cute things which happened today between Lauren and y/n while on pitch - links attached are the videos curtesy of @wosocouplesproof !!

1) OKAY - first lets talk about every time Neville tackled y/n LAUREN WAS GETTING SO MAD - like when y/n went down the third time in like two minutes - Lauren THREW HER ARMS UP AND YELLED

2) The foul before the y/n goal, Lauren helped her up and then held her waist - like the hold was so natural and tight, she so forgot where she was lmao

3) The ankle tackle and Lauren going mental? Then y/n grabbing her arm and calming her down - also bonus if you saw Lauren's smirk after her goal and y/n look down BLUSHING - SAM THEN TEASED HER ABOUT IT OMG

4) When y/n and Lauren were preparing for a corner and Lauren 'protected' y/n by legit having her pressed into her chest, Lauren's hands were on her waist guys, holding! - istg I don't know how much more I can take

5) And then when y/n went down ( i was so scared omg) Lauren being right there and helping her off pitch, only to say (or at least we think) 'take care of my girl?!!!!!'

6) then Lauren just showing Tottenham why you don't hurt y/n unless you want to lose oh idk 10-0.

7) thennn y/n coming in in LAUREN'S COAT after half time and crutches - but we have been updated ly chelsea admin get well soon queen!

8) Then Lauren scoring again, and again, and again, and assisting Sam again and again. And THEN coming off the pitch to sit and cuddle with y/n

so yeah they are so together and all these videos make me want to cry cause these two are so cute omd! 😭😭

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y/n chuckled as she finished reading the tweet, her head on Lauren's shoulder as the girl traced patterns into y/n's bare shoulder, the two had hanged into more relaxed clothes as they got home, the two of them in sports bras and joggers as they sat and watched 'Big Mouth'.

The Chelsea groupchat had been going crazy - videos of Lauren's goals and the two of them together being sent in and laughed at people enjoying their win and evening.

"My superstar." y/n hummed, pressing a kiss against Lauren's neck lovingly. "Played so well today baby." y/n continues, leaning up to peck at the corner of Lauren's lips.

"Hmm, only because they hurt my girl." Lauren denies, leaning down to press a long kiss to y/n's lips, their tongues meeting, y/n grins into the kiss, giggling as they pulled away.

"Hmm, think Emma will try and get me hurt every week if that is the response." y/n says softly.

Lauren huffs, pulling y/n onto her lap and squeezing her waist tightly as y/n laughs, settling her back against Lauren's chest, the girl leans down and pecking kisses against y/n's cheek.

"Emma tries to do that, I'll kick her ass." Lauren states and y/n laughs.

"You can't do that to our manager." y/n laughs and Lauren chuckles, smiling softly at the sound of y/n's laugh.

"Then I'll get Reece to do it." Lauren says simply and y/n laughs again, turning slightly in Lauren's lap so she was buried into her neck.

"Okay." y/n hums, closing her eyes as Lauren ran a hand down her back.

"I was really worried today." Lauren says softly. "When you hit the ground. Jesus, fucking hell. I could have knocked Neville out." She continues.

"But you didn't, and well done for that." y/n says, pressing her lips against Lauren's neck in an innocent kiss.

"You sure your ankle is okay?" Lauren asked, hand running over the booted ankle in worry.

"Fine baby. Stop worrying." y/n says and Lauren hums, sitting back and slouching. "I love you Lauren." y/n tells her.

"Love you too baby." Lauren promises her. "What do you think about not being so careful?" She then asks, wanting to get the question out before it burnt up inside of her.

"I think, I better hope they notice your name when I wear it next game." y/n grins and Lauren chuckles, tilting her head down to press a kiss to y/n's lips.

"Gonna be the hottest WAG." Lauren says with a wolfish grin.

"Shut up." y/n laughs but grins when Lauren pulls her closer.

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Surprise part two on its way!

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Operation Go Get Your Girl

[gigireece16]

my parents

[webbluvrsugar]

JJ Maybank x unicrush!reader au!

cw: fluff, fools in love, no smut, no use of y/n.

JJ Maybank has been following and watching you around uni for a while now, and you’ve been just pretending you don’t notice his looks for a while, because they are just so obvious.

He always eyes you up from the other side of the room when you’re at a frat party, you’re wearing a tiny dress and he’s dressed all boyish, classic player, those shorts that go to his ankles, that shirt that’s barely buttoned up or maybe a tee, a classic cap thrown backwards over his head, maybe even some rings, his hair all messy, his sweatshirt tossed over his shoulder and he just won’t stop looking at you.

You try to ignore his glances, because he does it all just so shamelessly, even when you’re just talking with your friends, one leg crossed over the other with the red cup on your hands, most times, he’s goofing around with his, sometimes even taking shots, playing some alcohol related game that you don’t know about, always looking back at you when everyone’s clapping and cheering at him, as if trying to impress you.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Even when you’re out of those parties when you think he won’t notice you because well, he’s sober now, he still does, his eyes never leave you, you think that maybe, he does really like you.

You sit down alone at one of the tables from the campus cafe, open your laptop and pull your notebooks out when the waitress brings your coffee.

You start to take notes, JJ’s already noticed that you walked in a few minutes ago, and now that you’re distracted, he excuses himself and walks to you.

“Uhhh… ‘s this seat taken?”

He flashes you a boyish grin, removing his cap and placing it on the table before you even answer, you raise a brow, look him up and down before you nod, and then he seats next to you.

When he notices you’re not making any effort to talk to him, he curses himself, lays against the couch and manspreads right besides you, his eyes flicking between you and his friends before he speaks again anxiously.

“Sooo…” he licks his lips. “Are you studying anything right now orrr…”

His question is a little stupid, maybe even awkward — he can literally see what you’re doing.

“Just taking notes.” You answer, looking back at him.

“Cool, cool…” he mutters, one of his hands running through his hair. “Andddd what is it that you’re drinking?”

“An iced latte.” You speak.

You don’t know what he’s doing, what kind of tactic he’s trying to use on you, but you still play into it, you speak to him, because sure, he may be juuuuust a little stupid, but he’s still attractive, and he’s trying, that counts, it’s already much more than the other guys did for you.

“Aah, never tried that,” he chuckles. “You should try whiskey, helps when you’re studying.”

He jokes and you laugh, a hushed one but it still comes out, a smile plays on your lips and it quickly transfers into his when he sees it’s starting to work out for him.

“At four pm?” You joke back.

“Yeah, tried once, it really worked.” He points to your notebooks. “Was taking notes in the speed of light.” He makes a funny sound effect, it makes you laugh again.

“Didn’t you fail all your exams?” You tease, crossing your arms and turning to look at him.

Good, he already managed to take your attention from your stupid books to him.

“You know that’s — that’s a really good point but,” he pauses, closing your laptop with a finger. “I said I took quick notes not good ones.” He shrugs.

“Reaally convenient.” You roll your eyes, a soft smile escaping the corners of your lips as he sits closer to you.

“Hey, ‘m just telling the truth.”

He raises his arms, defensive, and chuckle, maybe spending time with him is not that bad as you thought earlier. You spend time speaking, getting to know each other better, he flirts with you cause of course he does, and even if it’s cheesy, maybe even goofy, you like his little jokes, his little flirts, the way he pushes your hair behind your ear, pokes you and pinches you in between his phrases, the way he acts like that typical frat boy.

It’s pleasing, comfortable, but it’s getting late, you’ll have to go soon.

“This is really nice, really, but… I have to...” you speak, he interrupts.

“No — no, it’s fine can I just..” he swallows, leans closer. “Can I just have your number?”

A loud laugh escapes you, you quickly cover your mouth, your cheeks flush almost immediately because it looks like you’re making fun of him, but you’re not, it’s just unexpected, JJ could’ve chosen anyone, and he chose you, it’s comical. He stares at you for a while, waits for you to speak when one of his eyebrows raise, you finally make a move to answer his question.

“I.. I’m sorry, y - yes, here you go.” So you give him your number, he smiles like his day just got better, his eyes light up in joy and when you start to walk away after packing your stuff, he quickly starts to fuss around with his clothes, is he — is he taking off his sweatshirt?

“Here, just, just take it, you’re probably gonna be cold and - and I don’t really need it, yeah?”

With a face like that, how could you refuse?

[mikaherondale]

why did i just now realize that Jesse is suggesting to shorten it to The Wicked Powers 😭

[balladofbells]

i like to imagine that Lucie Herondale was a very bossy child. like she was the youngest cousin, but when all of them played, she dictated exactly what they did.

[velaryqns]

Hey!

Can you do a Robert chase x female reader story?

Chase is married to his co-worker for just a few month. Y/n stays home from work because she wakes up feeling nauseous and throws up, chase wakes up when he hears y/n throwing up and he gets concerned.

Chase tells his wife to stay home from work which she does. When Chase is at the hospital and working he starts to think about his wife and about what can be wrong with her.

When Chase gets home after a long day at work he sees his wife asleep on the couch and the tv is on. Chase is looking at the tv when a commercial starts which is about a pregnancy test and that’s when he gets the idea that his wife might be pregnant.

Y/n wakes up when Chase have been sitting on the couch for a few minutes. They both go to sleep and chase doesn’t say a word about his guess, he is thinking about talking to his wife about it the next day.

I leave the rest for you!

Father’s Intuition

Pairing: Robert Chase x Fem! Reader — (established relationship)

Fandom: House MD

Warnings: morning sickness, fluff, marriage, pregnancy, medical references, cliff hanger ending

Authors note: it was late when I wrote this, like really late. But I tried. I’m also sorry for my absence, I’ve been getting ready to move for school and working a lot more because of it. But I am still open for requests!

It wasn’t uncommon for you or Robert to wake up before the other. Even before you were married. It would typically result in sweet kisses to wake the other up, and then getting ready for the morning before going to the hospital for the day.

This morning, however, was different. You had barely woken up and been able to wake Robert when you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You tried to repress it for a moment, but it bested you and you quickly through your blankets back and rushed down the hall and into the bathroom.

You weren’t aware of how loud your retching was until you heard Robert’s rushed footsteps and his worried tone as he repeated your name. You felt one large hand on your back and the other running through your hair, keeping it back but also trying to comfort you.

“Love,” he said softly after a moment. You had seemed to calm down and were just hesitantly leaning over the toilet bowl, one hand poised and ready to flush it. His brows furrowed, “Are you alright?”

You only groaned in response, reaching to flush the toilet before you brought the lid down, resting your forehead against it and allowing the coolness of the kid to course through you.

“I’m going to get you some water, will you be alright?” He refused to pull away until you hummed, gently nodding your head and moving to sit on the toilet.

You were slouched on the seat, a hand rubbing your queasy stomach, when Robert came back. He crouched in front of you, cupping your cheek and coaxing you to look up at him, “Drink some water.”

You nodded, grabbing the cup and taking a swig of water. You swished it around in your mouth for a moment as you pushed yourself to stand, spitting the water into the sink before you leaned against the bathroom counter and took an actual drink.

“You alright?” Your husband asked softly, reminding you that he was in the room. He approached you, his hands going to your hips. He squeezed them gently as you set the glass down, wrapping your arms behind his neck and resting your hand on his bare chest.

“I’ll get over it,” You muttered, basking in his warmth as he hummed, wrapping his arms around you completely before he lifted you on the counter. You let out a gasp, “Robert—“

“You’re staying here today,” he spoke, blue eyes locking with your eyes and hands resting on your thighs, “Take care of yourself…do a little packing.”

Packing, right. The new house.

“I can’t afford to call off of work,”

“Yes you can,” Robert gave you a stern look, though you could tell he was teasing. You only smiled and shook your head.

“What if I’m needed?” Working in Oncology, you never knew what could arise.

“Wilson will understand,” Robert reminded you, as Wilson was close to not only you, but Robert as well, “But Dr. Chase advises you stay at home today.”

“Don’t pull that with me,” you chuckled softly, reaching up and grabbing his chin. You were prepared to press a kiss to your husband’s lips, but then stopped, “I don’t wanna get you sick.”

He was silent, processing your words for a moment before he opted to kiss your forehead, “I’m going to go get dressed. You stay hydrated.”

Robert gently tapped your thighs and helped you off the counter. You returned to your room, where you changed out of your pajamas and into a pair of shorts and one of Robert’s sweaters. You noticed the shorts were a bit snug, but though nothing of it when you caught Robert changing. You silently admired his physic, and he turned to you while he buttoned his shirt.

“You’ll be fine without me today?” He asked, stepping toward your full-length mirror to make sure his buttons lined up. You took the opportunity to approach the closet, picking a tie to go with his shirt; a morning ritual.

“I’m a grown woman, hon,” You reminded him with a chuckle. You passed the tie in his direction and he accepted it, slinging it over his shoulder while he tucked his shirt into his jeans and then grabbed for a belt.

“You’re sick,” He countered.

“I’ve been sick before I married you, I’m certain I can handle it after,” You laughed and sat on the bed, letting him finish getting ready. He snatched his wedding band from his side of the bed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’ll call Cuddy and Wilson. I’ll see you when I get home tonight, call me if you need anything,” his words were genuine, and sincere. You always knew you could count on him when it was needed, “I love you.”

“I love you,” a content smile crossed your face as you watched him walk out of the room, a few minutes later you heard the front door open and shut.

You waited a moment, and then crawled back up in the bed. Still feeling a little queasy, you knew it wouldn’t hurt to get some more sleep before you jumped to packing — not that you wanted to spend your day doing that either. You made a mental note of everything you could try to do while you were at home all day, and before you knew it: you fell back asleep.

Robert was use to the hassle that came with his job, but he was also preoccupied and worried when it came to you being home sick while he was at the hospital alone all day. Cuddy was entirely understanding, she was fond of you. And Wilson didn’t complain, he could fill in your appointments with himself and other doctors on his team.

The day was long. House was…well, House. They spent their day working with their patient, as well as listening to Foreman and House’s arguments. When they could finally close the case, he was glad to pack up and return home.

The apartment was mostly quiet. He could faintly hear the tv as he unlocked the front door. He pushed it open, then shut it and locked it. Robert kicked off his shoes, leaving them by the front door for the time being as he set his keys on the table by the door. The lights above the stove were on in the kitchen, but it was dark otherwise. There was a lamp on in the living room, one of your books (one of the few you still had lying around from packing) discarded beside it.

Robert walked toward the couch as quietly as possible, setting his case down behind the couch and draping his jacket over the arm chair as he smiled down at you. You were sprawled on the couch, the thick throw blanket over your body. He knew you were probably tired, and didn’t bother to wake you as he made his way back toward the kitchen to find something to eat.

He hadn’t expected you to cook anything; he had been working and you weren’t feeling well. So he made himself a sandwich, ate, and then returned to the living room, gently lifting your legs and sitting in the couch, then resting them in his lap. He had no issue sitting there until you woke up, you were a fairly light sleeper and typically woke up at certain times of night.

He watched the tv screen, seeing the commercials playing. But it was one in particular that caught his attention: one for a pregnancy test. He watched the commercial for a moment, then turned his gaze to fall on you. In all fairness, this hadn’t been the first time you’d gotten sick in the past few weeks. It hadn’t been consistent until recently, and that is when he had certainly picked up on it. It got him thinking, but thankfully you started waking up so he couldn’t get too caught up in his thoughts.

Your eyes settled on him, lighting up as you shifted around on the couch to rest your body against his own. Robert’s arm wrapped around you, squeezing gently as he kissed the top of your head.

“Feeling any better?” He asked softly, rubbing your arm.

You hummed, “Got sick a few more times, but I did get more things in our bedroom packed.”

“Lose, win situation I suppose,” he said softly, gaze shifting back toward the tv before he sighed, “let’s get you in bed. It’s comfier.”

“You’re not wrong,” You chuckled and sat straight, stretching your arms above you while Robert stood and shut the tv off. He folded the blanket, throwing it over the back of the couch before he grabbed his jacket held a hand toward you, helping you to your feet. You shut off the lamp, simply relying on the dim light from the kitchen to make your way back to your shared room.

He grabbed his case from behind the couch, but then followed after you. You were already taking off the sweater you’d been wearing when he walked in, changing it out for a tanktop before you climbed under the covers. Boxes were stacked in the corner in front of the closet, and he could see your handwriting scrawled on them.

Robert changed in silence, but could feel your eyes on him. When he turned to face you, pulling on his pajama pants, your brows furrowed, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said softly, smiling at you as he walked toward the bed, “Let’s get some sleep. Maybe you’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Maybe,” You shrugged, letting Robert shut the lights off before he joined you in bed. The two of you laid close to one another, and he couldn’t help but rest a hand on your stomach, his mind wandering back toward the commercial.

Could it be possible? If so, he was grateful that the two of you had gotten a new house. A few months of marriage could certainly bring something like this on, but you and Robert hadn’t discussed it yet. The idea of it almost scared him…his own father wasn’t that great, and it left him wondering if he’d be the same.

“You’re overthinking,” You suddenly spoke, he hadn’t realized you were awake, “Get some sleep.”

So sleep he did.

Morning came faster than he wanted, and Robert felt relief knowing that you were still sleeping when he peeled his eyes open. He silently admired you for a moment, but then remembered everything from the previous day. Robert pushed himself up in bed, pressing a kiss against your temple before he found a piece of paper and scribbled a note.

He changed into jeans and a t-shirt, walking out of your room and leaving the apartment. The pharmacy was only a few minutes away, and should be open. He pulled into the parking lot and walked inside. Robert knew the general idea of what he was looking for, and grabbed a few different ones before checking out and returning home.

You were in the kitchen making some breakfast when the door opened, and you turned to greet Robert. He made a beeline toward you in the kitchen, setting a plastic bag in the counter and kissing you.

You hummed, pulling away, “What’s that?”

Robert glanced toward the bag you were pointing at, offering a weak shrug, “A possible reason as to why you’ve been sick.”

Your brows knit together and you walked toward the bag, pulling out three different kinds of pregnancy tests. Your jaw dropped, processing what was going on as you looked up at your husband. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans and he only offered another shrug.

“It wouldn’t hurt to know, would it?” He asked gently.

[mrs-remarkable]

ACGAS + text posts (3/?)

[the-best-of-the-myrmidona]

hear me out

Anna and Izzy would get along so well.

Gabriel and Alex would absolutely adore each other

Gideon and Robert might hit it off.

Cecily would box Stephen around the ears

So would James and Cordelia

Will would teach Jace the Demon Pox Song

They would feed the ducks in Central Park poultry pies too

Kit would also be there

Jesse would be surprised that ty is the only one with blackthorn hair while everyone else looks like Lucie.

Gabriel would be deathly afraid of Max

And Rafael

Any more?

[90s-kid-sad-adult]

Im being House. Its funny.

[witchlingcirce]

If there’s one change I would add to the the last hours series, it’s that I would not make the love triangle between James, Cordelia and Matthew - but rather Matthew, Lucie and Jesse.

To me, it just almost felt crowded. You have James, Grace, Cordelia and Matthew… he did NOT need to be there. I think a more prominent love triangle between Grace, James and Cordelia could have been more interesting. Especially since James is getting forced into that position, I feel like that also could have let Cassie focus more on Graces character earlier on.

Also, I actually think people WOULD ship Lucie and Matthew together, which would have made it an actual interesting love triangle. Cordelia and Matthew never really had that kind of chemistry to me personally, they just felt like really cool friends.

Idk like, I really like the idea between Lucie and Matthew dynamic! Had they been set up as a love triangle I think I would actually enjoyed it, and I probably would have enjoyed shipping them.

It was also stated that Matthew had a crush on Lucie at some point… so… 🙂‍↕️

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

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