“I could keep you safe,” he rasped. “They’re all afraid of me. No one would hurt you again, or I’d kill them.” He yanked her closer, and for a moment she thought he meant to kiss her. He was too strong to fight. She closed her eyes, wanting it to be over, but nothing happened. “Still can’t bear to look, can you?” she heard him say.
Request: May I ask for a scenario with JB? Where we all were granted a vacation by the company so GOT7 & I holiday-ed together. The members planned to force JB & I to share a room because we were the most awkward & then we both get know each other better.. Fluffy & smut pls!
As they made their way downstairs, Charles allowed Elsie to
go first, knowing what was waiting for her. When she crossed through the living
room and into the dining room on her way to the kitchen, she stopped in her
tracks, a gasp falling from her lips. Placed in the center of their dining room
table was a large bouquet of flowers in the most vibrant colors. Purples,
blues, yellows, pinks, reds, and whites all blended together to create a
stunning arrangement in a simple wicker basket. It was as if an English garden
has somehow managed to find its way into their home.
Elsie walked closer to the arrangement, still speechless
from her discovery, and gently touched the flowers, leaning in to breathe in
their heady scent. It was then that she noticed the rest of the table. Charles
has laid two place settings for breakfast using their finest china and
silverware. His warm hands on her hips brought her fully back to her senses and
she turned in his arms.
In honor of Kaito and Shinichi’s first (face-to-face) meeting, I wanted to make a new updated kaishin fic rec list as a thank you for all my followers for sticking by me these past few years. Let’s begin, shall we?
Sayaka still couldn’t quite believe it herself. She could walk every inch of this apartment and everything she saw in it was hers. It wasn’t the biggest or most expensive home, but it was completely hers and she was still so blown away by it all.
That long faded sofa? Hers.
The big bed with the mountain of blue blankets? Hers.
That fridge full of more sweets than she remembered buying? Hers.
She was so lost in this mindset that she didn’t even notice she wasn’t alone in the room until a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. She’d received a quick squeeze before one of those arms reached past her to try and open the fridge, but it couldn’t quite reach.
“You were about halfway to a romantic moment there for a minute.”
“I’d say that calls for a soda, could you get me one?”
Sayaka couldn’t help but to smile, and she’d open the fridge and root through it for a soda before closing the door.
“You’re gonna have to let me go to drink it.”
“Nah, I’ve got this.”
Backing away a little, Kyoko would drink the soda with one hand while the other was still just slightly around Sayaka’s side. It looked silly and and barely qualified as a hug anymore, it was difficult for Sayaka not to burst into laughter while her girlfriend enjoyed her soda completely oblivious to her amusement.
A ridiculous redhead that she loved with all her heart? Hers.
Riley was not sure how she ended up sprawled on the floor in that certain dark corridor of Plath. Releasing a shaky breath, she slowly gets up on her feet, dusting off her pleated skirt, and proceeding to brisk walk back to her room. Almost completely disconnected from her surroundings, Riley gets a mini-heart attack when she runs into an unfamiliar figure.
Bond is not a very good hacker. Not remotely. He knows some simple,
basic things, and he knows his way around any major OS, but he definitely has
no place among the Q-Branch boffins.
But despite that, he’s occasionally quite successful in getting into
even extremely high security networks and accounts. Like M’s, for instance, be
it the previous or the current one’s.
His method is quite simple, actually. He guesses people’s passwords. Or
rather, he’s able to work them out, based on observing the people in question,
reading them, noticing important details camouflaged into the background and
connecting them with each other. He’s good at that, he knows. He’s able to
pinpoint the important things and make the right connections, hazard the right
guesses. He’s intuitive and can move through a person’s preferences efficiently
enough to get what he needs, the same way he can move through their home
security measures. He instinctively knows which board not to step on, which
window will be the most secure and which the least.
Of course, this method is heavily limited, which is why Q-Branch is in
charge of all hacks, and why he has no chance whatsoever of getting his hands
on the Quartermaster’s account and network access - Q changes his passwords
rather frequently but irregularly, and they’re always a string of randomly
selected numbers and letters. Bond has exactly zero chance with that (not to
mention with Q’s security protocols which make Bond start drifting off when Q
talks about them).
Still, his way is sufficient enough to snoop around an account or two at
MI6, which is what he’s doing right now, on a lazy morning in bed, a rare thing
for Q and himself. He’s propped up against the headboard, his personal laptop
on his lap, and Q is lounging beside him, reading a book.
Bond is quite busy snooping in search for a detail he’s personally
curious about, but a fragment of his attention is always on Q, so naturally he
registers that Q hasn’t turned a page in a while.
When he turns to look, Q is smiling at him, a soft, gently dazed sort of
thing, eyes glazed and bright with affection and something more, something
like… loving admiration. He’s beautiful.
“What?” Bond asks.
Q’s smile broadens minutely, eyes flicking over Bond’s face.
“You’re so clever,” he says so simply and so lovingly, and the
praise is so inescapably open that Bond simultaneously wants to preen and hide
under the duvet. Because Q is brilliant, he’s a genius who loves intelligence,
and from him this praise feels both important and deeply intimate.
Bond still can’t decide whether to preen or hide, so he leans in and
kisses Q into closing his eyes, so he stops looking at him like that. Like
Bond is something precious. Because Bond honestly isn’t sure how to cope with
Q smiles into the kiss, so Bond growls into it and pulls him closer,
jostling the laptop and the book, rumpling the covers and making Q squirm until
Bond has him securely in his arms, determined to kiss the living daylights out
of him. Q reciprocates eagerly, his mouth easily open and welcoming, his own
arms winding round Bond. There’s an unspeakable warmth and affection in Q’s kiss,
and Bond slowly allows himself to give in to it, to relish being so loved on.
Maybe even to relish and admit the unconditional honesty of Q’s praise.
Bond knows he isn’t stupid, even though feigning stupidity - infuriating
stupidity - is often enough his strategy of choice. He likes to occasionally be
underestimated by his adversaries. He also knows that putting on a blatant act
of stubborn stupidity is an effective way to deal with his superiors, it had
worked especially well with the previous M, and it’s working well enough with
the current one.
He knows Q doesn’t like it when he plays dumb in front of him, usually
as a half-joke and trying to get out of a scolding for lost equipment or an unnecessary
risk leading to a minor cock-up on a mission. Q frowns when he does it, when he
puts on his ‘blunt instrument’ face, and there is something in that frown that
gives Bond pause. It’s only a pinch of annoyance, the rest is a complex swirl
in Q’s expressive eyes - concern, resentment… upset. Ever since it happened
for the third time, Bond takes care not to play stupid with Q. Even though he’s
not sure why it upsets him so much.