Newt gets Graves a kitten, because he knows how helpful animals
are in the healing process and while it’s been a year since Grindelwald, some
scars just don’t want to fade away. Those tricky scars of the heart.
So he gets Graves a kitten. A small, fluffy kitten with blond
wisps of hair and eyes too big for its head. Feeble in its youth. Its cries are
more chirping than cat-like. He puts a big, floppy bow around its neck - the
red ribbon practically bigger than its whole body and giving it the illusion of
wings - before quietly slipping into the bedroom they share.
“This is him,” Newt whispers into the little kitten’s too large
ears, lifting him up and out to show him the slender back of the man laying in
bed before them - dead asleep. “Now off you go, just like we discussed.”
And then he sets the little beast down and lets it loose. He
watches as it determinedly wobbles to the bed, obviously set on a goal. Smiles
as it sets its tiny claws into the soft silk of their sheets and climbs the
tall rise of their bed. Walks closer to watch as the little fur ball then makes
an unsteady beeline for the man in the bed – as though completely aware of what
Newt had said to him when walking home with him this morning from the shelter.
He can’t stop himself from laughing when the little beast
finally makes it to Graves’ face. It reaches out with a tiny paw and taps his
face kindly, as though asking for attention, before finally flat out sitting on
the man’s face.
Graves jerks up, eyes wide and hair sticking out in every which
way, and blinks first at the now upended little fur ball on his pillow, then at
Newt – bewildered and confused from waking. Newt only laughs harder as he
watches Graves slowly try to connect the dots, everything moving slowly from
sleep. His hands seem impossibly large as he gathers the struggling little
kitten up to better study it.
Bright green eyes, blonde fluffy coat, tiny little paws and a
soft little chin that it rests atop his knuckles, staring up at him. Newt sees
it the moment something melts in Graves – too tired and too early to hide the
emotion before Newt can see.
“Do you like him?” Newt asks, bemused as his partner’s eyes rise
from over top the little cat to stare at him, baffled and sleepy.
“I don’t understand,” Graves says, and Newt feels another piece
of his heart melt for the man currently naked and in his bed, holding a kitten
and blinking sleepily at him.
“He’s mine?” Graves repeats.
“Yes,” Newt chuckles.
“You got me a cat?” Graves asks, eyes falling back down on the
Newt pauses, suddenly worried that this had been a rash
decision. He shouldn’t have surprised his partner with something so big, that
required such a commitment, without talking to him first. His thoughts begin to
tail spin. His hands tremble as he wrings them.
“I, uh – yes. That is… if you want him?”
Graves just squints at him for a long moment before suddenly collapsing
back into the bed again, taking the kitten with him.
“That’s great,” Graves mumbles into his pillow, the kitten
tucked happily beneath his chin and purring merrily away. “Kitten Newt won’t
leave me alone in my bed at hideously early hours every morning.”
Newt squawked, indignant; a huge and spreading smile on his face
despite his affronted tone.
“You’re replacing me?!”
“Move over, I’m coming in there.”
“Nope, I have kitten Newt now. There’s no more need for you in
my bed,” Graves says, one eye cracking open to catch Newt’s gaze as he smiles,
unable to hide his mirth.
“Oh you’re going to get it,” Newt growls as he stalks the bed.
“Not in front of kitten
Newt!” Graves gasps, dramatic and scandalized.
Newt crawls onto the bed where he’d normally sleep and gently
covers the little kitten’s eyes with one finger, ignoring its plaintive little
meow as he leans forward to capture Graves’ lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.
“Thank you,” Graves whispers into his lips after their kiss.
I wanted to get this out quick to help temper the blow of Episode 1.
Thanks to @dandonish
for beta-ing in a pinch today! I hope you enjoy!
Request: Idk if you take request but I just saw the episode and I need something fluffy and light hearted, can you do that please?
Emergency Fluff (Or Shower then bed)
You are rubbing the rough fabric of your towel over your damp hair, trying to dry it as best you can when there is a knock on your door. Draping the towel around your shoulders, you pull your fluffy robe tighter around you and pad barefoot across your living room to the door of your flat. You peek through the small peep-hole and smile as you see a set of sharp cheek bones, dark floppy curls and perfect bow shaped lips. You hurry to undo the locks and open the door.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, smiling as you step aside to allow him in.
“I need a shower and a bed,” Sherlock moans quietly. “Come on.” He steps past you and shrugs off his coat, hanging it on the hook by the door.
“Have you not been to bed yet?” you ask, shutting the door behind him.
“No,” he replies, stifling a yawn. “I’ve been up all night, working a case, outside, I might add, in the rain and the cold.” You reach for him, taking his face in your hands, you press your lips to his. He is cold, his lips, his nose. You shiver.
“Bed. Shower.” He repeats. “Though not in that order.” He takes your hand and tugs you back towards your bathroom, which is still foggy and steamy from the shower you just took.
“Sherlock,” you laugh. “I just woke up and I’ve already showered!”
“Y/N, I am far too tired to argue semantics with you,” Sherlock replies. “I’m also very cold and you are the warmest thing I’ve ever known, so if you would please…” he stops and looks down at you.
“Fine,” you sigh, unable to keep the smile from your lips. You reach across him, into the shower and turn the water on as hot as it will go. Sherlock’s long fingers undo the buttons on his shirt and it lands on the tiled floor of your bathroom. Next comes his belt and trousers before he ducks behind the striped shower curtain. You disrobe as well and join in seconds later.
He is standing under the almost too hot stream of water, massaging the muscles in his neck. You take in the sight of him, his creamy skin, his toned body, you reach out and touch the purple scar in the middle of his chest, frowning. It’s so striking set against his pale skin and sparse chest hair.
His cold hands come to rest on your hips and he draws you against him. He is still cool to the touch and the contact sends shivers down your spine. You reach up and run your hands through his wet locks, pushing them away from his face. His arms encircle your waist and you gladly give him your body heat.
“Warmer already,” he sighs. “Thank you.” You squint up at him, trying to keep the water from your eyes.
“My pleasure,” You purr, reaching up and kissing him again. “Rough night?”
“Just long,” he groans. “And I don’t enjoy long nights that don’t involve you in my bed.” You giggle and he yawns.
“Are you all out of energy?” you ask, raising one eyebrow. “Because I have a great idea on how to further warm you up.”
“Hmm,” Sherlock says, bending to kiss you again and this time it’s laced with need. “I might have a little bit left in reserves.” He spins you, pressing your back against the tiled wall and hooking your leg up over his hip. He’s hot now, and so are you and for a tired man, he sure has a lot of stamina.
A short while later (he was up all night, after all), he is crawling across your mattress towards your pillows. He collapses in heap and you tug the blankets up around the both of you. It’s so rare that he comes to your flat, the two of you spending most of your time at Baker Street since you started dating last year and you love having him here. He nestles down onto the pillow beside yours and reaches for you, his tall body curling around yours. You smile as the rhythm of his breathing becomes deep and steady. It’s a beautiful morning and you had several things you needed to attend to today, but Sherlock Holmes wants to snuggle you while he sleeps.
Well, this is quite long. longer than any i’ve posted before.
Mostly written around the cybermites (which are somewhere in season seven if i remember correctly) where reader is taken over by the cybermites and saved by the Doctor. I know part of it was actually inspired from ‘The lodger’ but i got stuck halfway through and this happened.
Word count: 1810 words
You’d always been bored with the ‘normal’ life everyone else
seemed to be content with, which confused you and made every all the worse. How
could everyone live like this? Day after day, the same old, boring life. Born,
grow up, get good grades, get a good job, get married, have kids, retire, die.
That’s the system everyone else lived by. But you knew somehow that there must
be so much more somewhere. Little did you know it wasn’t on Earth.
You sighed as you opened another box, stacking the shelves
as you did every Thursday night. You were bored. Simple as that. Not the kind
of bored reading a book or trying to occupy yourself could help. No, you were
bored of this existence. At least, that’s what you called it. It all just
seemed so tedious. Your only life besides books and TV shows was your job at
the shop. It had been closed for a while, leaving you, another worker and the
That’s when you first heard it. It sounded like something
fell off a shelf a couple rows down. You frowned, calling out to your
co-worker. No one answered. You left the half-empty box where it was and went
to check on the sound. Just as you were leaving your aisle the sound happened
again, louder. As if a whole row of something was being knocked off the shelf.
You turned the corner to find the source of the sound only to find there was,
in fact, half the contents of the shelves on the floor.
“Son of a…” You muttered, looking around to see what might
have caused it. There didn’t seem to be anyone around. “Who’s there?” You called
louder, your anger translating into bravery. There was a shifting beneath one
of the piles on the ground and you paused. “Hello?” You frowned. There was more
shifting and then suddenly a stream of what looked like tiny metal bugs crawled
out, heading for you. Your eyes widened as they came closer to you and you
moved quickly to try and get away, only succeeding in tripping over your own
feet. You crawled backwards until you managed to stand but it was too late.
The little metal bugs began climbing up your legs and you
screamed, trying to kick them off. They made their way up your body and it was
only a moment later everything went black.
You gasped as everything came back at once. You looked
around, panicking as you found yourself somewhere very different to where you
had been when you blacked out. You were just about hyperventilating when you
realised you were tied up. A voice reached your ears and you looked up to find
a young man crouching down in front of you, his voice soft and calming. You stopped
to hear what he was saying as you took in the floppy fringe and bow tie he
wore. You would’ve laughed if you hadn’t been already panicking.
“You’re alright, it’s okay, I’m here to help” He told you
softly. “Just breathe, that’s it, it’ll be okay” You forced yourself to breathe
normally, deciding you trusted this man for some reason.
“Who are you?” You asked, noticing yourself how terrified
“I’m the Doctor” He smiled softly. “I’m here to help”
“What happened to me?” You asked quickly, remembering the
metal bugs. He hesitated. There was a sudden sharp pain in your head and you
cringed, hissing at the pain. The man, The Doctor, seemed even more worried at
“What’s your name?” He asked you, avoiding your question.
“(Y/N)” You told him. He gave a small nod, smiling
“(Y/N), lovely name. I am so sorry about this (Y/N) but I’m
going to have to ask you to be very brave right now” He spoke softly though,
regret lacing his words.
“What do I have to do?” You asked readily, forcing yourself
to be brave as he had said. He smiled genuinely at your response and you found,
despite the situation, you couldn’t help but smile back.
“(Y/N), I can’t give you all the details right now but I
need you to trust me”
“Yeah” You nodded. “Yeah, okay, I trust you”
“There’s something in your mind, trying to take over, and
I’m not going to let that happen. But there’s not much I can do” He explained.
“You’re going to have to fight it out of your head yourself”
“How do I fight it?” You asked, your voice barely coming
out, but you pushed yourself on. He thought for a moment.
“Listen, this thing, it’s not from earth. It wants to go
home, but it needed a suitable host. Do you have any idea why it would’ve
chosen you?” He asked. You blinked.
“I… I want to travel” You told him honestly the thing you
had been telling everyone for years. He smiled like he understood and nodded.
“Where do you want to go?” You hesitated at that one.
“Anywhere” You admitted. He paused and looked down a moment,
his eyes darting back and forth as he thought. He looked up suddenly then.
“This creature’s home, do you know what it’s like?” You
shook your head. “It’s a dark place, darker than almost any other planet” He
described and you frowned slightly. “All living creatures are made of metal,
robots like those you saw. It used to be a planet like earth but nothing really
lives any more, all emotion has been erased. These creatures live simply to convert
other species to their own. That’s all they do. Now, tell me, (Y/N), would you
like to go there?”
“No” You shook your head, wondering why he would even be
“(Y/N), concentrate, please, I need a little more than that.
Would you live without emotions?”
“No!” You said louder, trying to insist against it like he
had said. “No I wouldn’t, I never would, in a million years I wouldn’t. I never
want to go there”
The moment you finished speaking there was another pain in
your head and you cried out, but it stopped as soon as it had started. The
Doctor reached up slowly and his hand came back from your face with some kind
of metal that you hadn’t noticed.
“Is that it?” You asked quietly. He nodded.
“Yeah, it’s dead now though”
He looked up at you.
“It wanted to leave. So did you, that’s why it chose you. But
it wanted to go home, nowhere else. After you made it clear you wanted to go
anywhere but there… It gave up. Deactivated itself” He explained.
“Oh” You said quietly. The Doctor turned to put the metal
piece down on a table next to him before quickly untying you. When he finished
you had leaned forward in the chair, looking down at your clasped hands. The
Doctor was doing something, you didn’t know what, with the metal piece and a
blue police box that sat in the corner of the room. He came over a couple
minutes later, crouching down to see your face.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently. You nodded but didn’t
“Come on then”
You looked up at him quickly.
He smiled as he stood, holing out a hand to you.
“You said you’d wanted to travel. Anywhere. Why not
everywhere?” He grinned almost cheekily. You smiled in return but shook your
“I can’t just leave, Doctor. I mean yeah I want to travel
but I can’t just up and go now” He rolled his eyes as if he’d heard that a
“See that box over there?” He asked pointing. You looked
over, nodding, before turning back to him.
“A police box from the 60s. What’s so important about it?”
“It’s not really a police box” He told you excitedly, like
he was sharing the greatest secret in the universe.
“Then what is it?”
He wiggled his fingers impatiently, still holding out his
hand. You rolled your eyes, but placed your hand in his, smiling at his grin,
and let him pull you to the box. He positioned you in front of the doors,
standing behind you.
“Ready?” He asked excitedly. You nodded.
He clicked his fingers and the doors swung open, revealing
some kind of futuristic control room lit in blue lights that were dotted
around. Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open in shock. It was amazing, it
was beautiful. You found yourself running inside, stopping just up the ramp
with you hands on the bars either side of you.
“No way!” You cried out, your voice echoing around the large
space. You laughed loudly before turning and running back outside, running a few
full circles of the box and tapping at the wooden sides before you ran back
inside. By this time he was leaning on the console, watching you with an amused
smile on his face.
“Well, what do you think?” He asked, waiting for an answer.
“This is better than Narnia!” Was the first thing that came
out. He paused.
“Okay, that’s a new one” he admitted. “So” He clicked his
fingers and the door closed behind you. You blinked at it before turning back
to the Doctor, who was on the other side of the console, watching you with his
hands ready over the controls. “Where to first?”
“Hold on, I said, I’d love to come but I can’t just drop
everything” You told him. He laughed.
“Ah, I still haven’t introduced you to her have i?”
The machine suddenly gave a cheery hum from all around you
and you looked around, surprised.
“That’d be her” The Doctor grinned. “My ship to be precise,
the TARDIS. TARDIS standing for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space” He told
you. You thought over the name.
“So… it’s a spaceship”
“That travels in time”
“And it’s yours?”
You frowned at the last answer when you realised something.
“Does that mean…?” Your eyes widened.
“Go ahead” he nodded.
“Well, I mean, it’s not like… offensive or anything?”
“I spend most of my time visiting earth, if I cared about
being offended, I think I’d have gotten over it by now” He answered easily. You
“So you are an alien!”
“And you’ve got it” He grinned.
“So wait, I can go right now, travel with you in time and
“And still be home in time for tea. What do you say?” He
waited for your answer patiently, looking hopeful. You laughed gleefully.
“I say, Allons-y!” You cried, joining him by the console.
He looked surprised for a brief moment and you wondered why
one French word could make him so surprised. He grinned then, moving switches
and pressing buttons until he pulled one last lever with a shout of-
pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader
summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.
warnings: cheating (but i mean you knew that coming into this fic), implied sex at the end (but no smut, just strongly implied)
words: 2784 (i aM SO SORRY I WAS SO INTO THIS)
a/n: so here’s chapter 4 to The Mysterious Miranda, my Great Gatsby AU. I wrote it all in one sitting, i think it’s really cute because it’s pretty much all fluff. Here’s the long awaited (at least for me) date. if you haven’t read the first three parts, do that first! feel free to leave any feedback, and my requests are open.
Wednesday had finally come after far too much waiting in your opinion, yet the entire day seemed to drag along. You had tried to pass time by tidying up the house but when you realized you’d already stress-cleaned the entire manor, you opted to read a romantic novel from your library.
Now, your husband was getting ready to leave for his office party and though you may have sounded pushy, it didn’t much matter to either of you.
“Yes, Daveed, I will be home before midnight. Go, have fun at your party, dear!” You assured him for the third time then wrapped his coat around his shoulders as Daveed walked out the front door to leave, laughing softly.
“I’ll see you tonight, refrain from having too much fun without me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before walking out of the house, leaving you to get ready for your date.
You made your way excitedly to the large walk in closet attached to your room and looked through all of your dresses on hangers, settling on a knee length lavender flapper dress with ruffles all around the hem. There was a ribbon tie that sat around your waist once it was on, so you tied it in a floppy bow resting on your hip.
Using a small silver clip to pin one side of your hair back, you slicked it down to make a curve around the right side of your face. After finishing your hair and makeup, you grabbed your lace evening gloves that matched the dress of choice, smiling at the way your fingers wiggled freely.
As if right on cue, your doorbell rang and you rushed down to greet Jasmine at the door. “Oh, darling it’s so great to see you again!” You gushed at your friend, pressing a kiss to both of her cheeks and she returned the gesture.
“You look absolutely ravishing!” She gasped at the sight of you so you spun around in a circle to show off your outfit, giggling loudly.
“Do you reckon Mr. Miranda will like the outfit?” You slipped on your silver shoes with short heels, grabbing a purse before following your best friend out to her car.
“He’ll be speechless, darling.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“You didn’t see it, did you?”
You gave her a confused look before she continued.
“The way he looked at you, it was different from how he looks at other girls. He looked at you like the moon and the stars shone out of your eyes. When he sees you, you’re the only thing he sees.”
That left you with a few things to think about.
The two of you got into her car and within minutes, Jazzy had you flying down the dirt road.
your hair had been curled and pinned down in all the right places. your face looked flawless, thanks to your close friend who was also a makeup artist. you were surrounded by your best friends as you slipped out of your satin robe and into the beautiful white dress that you’d only wear this one day. you couldn’t help but cry and laugh as you looked at yourself in the mirror, overwhelmed with emotion on this day. the dress fit you in all the right places, and you felt like a million bucks. you couldn’t wait for matty to see you.
“i don’t want to cry, my makeup looks too perfect,” you laughed as you dabbed at your eyes and hugged a friend standing near by. your bridesmaids giggled as they took pictures of you looking stunning.
“are you ready?” your mom asked you as she dabbed at her eyes as well.
“i couldn’t be more ready to marry him, mom, i’m so excited,” you said in an exasperated voice. as soon as you got a moment to yourself, you checked your phone to see a text from matty himself. “i know we talked about not speaking to each other until the ceremony or whatever but i couldn’t resist sending you this (since it’s technically not speaking?) words can’t describe how happy i am that you chose me to spend your life with. thank you for everything, can’t wait to see your beautiful self today xx.” your heart filled up more than you thought possible as your eyes got dewy once again at the sweet words matty had sent. you just wanted to run down the aisle and get it done. you wanted to be mrs. healy already.
"That son of a bitch,“ Dean says. He strangles the handful of french fries he’s been holding, and one by one their warm, helpless, potato-y insides crumble over the tops of his fingers. He feels a brief burst of irrational, almost homicidal rage. "That floppy bow-tie wearing son of a bitch.” Dean is gonna kill Jimmy Wonderman. He’s gonna shove a never-ending string of scarves down his throat. He’s gonna make him eat balloon animals until he floats off into space.
I read this and immediately went and made a cover cause I enjoyed it so much! Definitely worth a read.
FDHSAJKFLHDSJHASKJFHJSD. I have no words for this. Just Wonho, I guess that’s all you need to know. ;)
24. Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?; Wonho
spent a long day at work; all twelve hours of it. You constantly found yourself
working overtime since nobody in your sect seemed to be able to do their work
in the eight hours allotted per work day—so, being their supervisor, naturally
you had to stay behind to clean up the mess they would make throughout the day.
You often wondered if any of them even worked, or if they all just came in, did
a little work in the morning, and then messed around the rest of the day.
really matter—it was the same shit every day. The clock hit seven in the
evening before you even thought about leaving. You wondered how long Hoseok had
stayed at your place and if he was still there. You meant to give him a call
earlier today after having to leave him so abruptly, getting out of bed early
this morning to shower and head out to work, but the call slipped your mind.
clock beeped, entering the number into the time-table at which you had clocked
out before you made sure you had everything and pushed through the glass door
of the company you worked for, locking it behind you. It would be a long drive
home, not living particularly close. It would be a relaxing forty minute drive
back to your house. No help tickets, no complaints, no whiny employees; just
peace and quiet to yourself.
was near by the time you had pulled into your driveway, throwing the car in
park. You grabbed your purse out of the passenger’s seat and stepped out,
closing the door and clicking lock on the key fob. You looked through the mail
you had picked up, a few days’ worth as you trekked to your front door, blindly
shoving the key into the hole to turn it. The door was locked, just the way you
left it this morning, meaning Hoseok still had to be there.
your mail for a moment, you pushed the door open. Hoseok’s shoes were there right
on the inside of the door, his jacket still splayed over the back of the chair
close to the entry way. You ambled deep into your home, setting your keys,
phone, purse and mail onto the dining room table.
Honey, are you still here?” you called, but there wasn’t a response. You wouldn’t
have been surprised if he was cooped up in the bathroom, enjoying a relaxing
bath in the tranquility of the emptiness of your house. It wouldn’t have been
the first time, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time. Hoseok had spent the
night with your more times than you could count—he asked you out a few times,
but for some reason you couldn’t find it in yourself to commit. It wasn’t him,
it was everybody. You wanted to call yourselves friends with benefits, no
strings attached, but you had more strings attached than a marionette.
heart was his, he knew. An open relationship is what he would call it. Because
of the caution that drew, you knew Hoseok still had some barriers that he held
up around you, trying to let you in, but at the same time, trying to make sure
he wouldn’t get hurt. You couldn’t blame him; you started out the same way. But
the more time you spent with him, the more you fell for him. As much as he
tried to hold you at arms distance, he still tried for you, and he tried hard.
checked the loft, making your rounds of the house to find him, but he wasn’t in
there, wasn’t in the kitchen either. You’d be beside yourself if he was still
sleeping, but you dared check anyway, turning the handle to your room to
silently push the door open. Sure enough, Hoseok lay there fast asleep buried
in the covers. You neared him, noting all
of his clothes on the floor, including the underwear you were pretty sure
he had put back on last night after making mind-numbing love to you.
fabric of the comforter slithered under your hand as you trailed it up his
body, taking a seat on the bed next to him. You leaned over to his ear, pushing
some of the hair away from his neck to plant a kiss under his earlobe and then
one against the curve of his jaw. He stirred slightly, a quiet groan rumbling
in his chest.
baby, did you just sleep all day?” you asked him. He just nodded and you watched
his hands grip at the sheets of your bed. “Is there a reason you’re naked?” you
asked him. He thought for a moment, at least that’s what you had guessed as he
laid there, motionless, before he shook his head.
get comfortable,” he finally replied to you in that raspy sleepy voice you
adored. Your hand continued to stroke through his hair, pushing it back as he
tried to wake himself a little more.
got you so tired?” you asked him.
course,” he replied, rolling over to face you, eyes cracking open to give you the look. It was suggestive, but playful
as he took the hand you had been stroking his hair with to place on his chest,
guiding your sweet touch across his skin. “You wear me out, baby girl,” he told you,
bringing your hand up to kiss the back of your fingers.
there’s more to it than that,” you told him, giving him the look, which was a skeptical one, your head tilting to eye him
missed you and it’s my day off. Do you not recall me begging you to stay this
morning?” he asked you, almost hurt that you had forgotten, and to think the he
didn’t just want to be surrounded by anything and everything that could remind
him of you.
begging me to stay you mean made unintelligible grumbling noises and would
hardly stop trying to sloppily kiss me enough to let me get into the shower,
then I guess so,” you teased him, poking his noise to which he scrunched his
face. You leaned down to kiss both of his closed eyes and the bridge of his nose
before finally granting him what he had wanted since you got back—a loving kiss
against his neglected lips.
dressed, I’ll make dinner,” you told him and patted his chest before you stood.
groaned for you to come back, but you just closed the door to give him some
privacy. You left to the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out produce,
meat and some other things, spices out of the cabinet and pans out of the
drawer. You had just finished washing the vegetables, rolling up the sleeves on
your black dress shirt, when you heard your room door crack open. You paid no
mind, making quick work of draining the vegetables and moved them to the
there, leaning against the door frame of your door as he watched you from the
back. Your hair had been tied up in a messy bun, stocking covered feet, knee
length pencil skirt, apron pulled around you tied with a floppy bow. The
chopping of thick veggies brought Hoseok back to earth and he wandered over to
you. His hands touched your hips as he stepped to you, pressing into your back.
He looked over your shoulder for a moment until his lips were on your neck.
gasp fell from your lips and your head couldn’t stop from lolling to the side.
Your hands shook at the feel of his tongue on your skin causing you to have to
set the knife down. You whispered his name, barely falling off your lips
without a stutter. He hummed against your skin, swaying you slightly.
for dinner?” he whispered into your ear.
chicken,” you replied quietly, barely able to find your voice as his lips
continued to trace up your neck. “You can have some, if you behave,” you
threatened, but it wasn’t sounding very threatening in your weak voice which
turned to a small whimper.
know how sexy you look in your work clothes? With the stockings and the tight
skirt, hair in a messy bun just teasing me, pleading me to take it all off,” he
muttered into your skin, nipping the tender flesh of your neck.
thought I said behave!” you told him, head tilting back to rest on his shoulder
as your hands cupped over his.
you make dinner, but when I finish cleaning up, you’re mine,” he growled to you before he disappeared from behind
you, almost letting you fall as he shifted to clean the chicken. You were
already breathless, just listening to him talk to you. “Plus, you never told me
to behave well,” he reminded you,
washing his hands as he leaned over to kiss your cheek.
me,” he replied.
know I do,” you told him, turning your head to face him only for his lips to
///I’m still a little rusty from not writing at all so please bear with me as I get back into the process of writing! Any tips or constructive critism would be greatly appreciated! This’ll be in 3 parts btw! Stay gold! :)\\
I furrowed my brows looking out the window. Out there was Buck’s car and sitting in it was Dallas Winston, my ex-boyfriend. I think.
“How can he do this?” I cursed under my breath. Every day since I walk out of his room, and his life, he’d be waiting outside the gate trying to come back into mine. “How am I suppose to get to school without being caught by him?”
“You don’t. You have to face him,” my older sister shrugged, giggling. I mugged her and her big, floppy bow on the right side of her head. She was in love. And right now, the thing was if you were in love, you’d have a bow on the right side of your head. Funny how I thought it was the cutest thing ever just a week ago. “I would give ya a ride sis but-”
“Yeah- college. Go away,” I sighed. I let out a long breath and kept glaring through the window. I felt my eyes widened as I saw him waving at me. I regained my self control and turned away from the window.
“Sweetheart,” my dad hollered. “Grab something to eat, will ya?” I trudged back to the kitchen, grabbing a banana. “Good girl,” he muttered.
I smoothed out my skirt and took a deep breath before turning the knob. Operation: Get Passed Dally is now in progress. I looked down avoiding eye contact while breathing in the fresh air. I could hear the car door unlock while he probably stepped out. “He-hey,” I heard him fumble on his words. “How y-ya doing?” I bit my lip as I walked faster, getting past his car. “Y/N, don’t walk away from me. Please.”
I lowered my head and tried to walk even faster but soon enough I tripped. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. I heard a chuckle then footsteps then a hand on my shoulder. “Stop. Please, I don’t need your help,” I hissed, picking up my books.
“I’m sorry,” Dally whispered into my ear. I pushed him away disgusted to hear his voice. I wasn’t really disgusted but I wanted to be. Thinking about how he could whisper into someone else’s ear just made me madder.
“Okay,” I smiled, shrugging. “Bye.”
I stopped because he was in front of me, with his hand on my stomach. “Baby-”
“I’m not your baby,” I laughed.
“Since when?” he scoffed.
“Since you decided it’s okay to be with other people,” I muttered while pushing him out of the way.
“Are you really gonna be like this?” he said following behind me. He was constantly putting his hand on my arm but I kept pushing it away. “Y/N!” I stopped hearing his footsteps behind mine. “You can’t leave me. You love me too, I know it.”
I whipped around, “Love you too? So what? You love me?”
I turned around. Forget it. He can’t even say 3 words to me and he expects to have me back. I felt the tears forming in my eyes out of frustration. How could I have thought he was my Romeo? How could I think I’m anyone’s Juliet?
“I DO!” he shouted. “I’M SORRY ALRIGHT? FUCK!” I heard a bang. I turned around to find Dally on the floor, holding his leg. “Fuck,” I heard him whimper. He put his head against his knee and he looked as if he was crying. Dally never cried.
“Dal?” my voice croaked, curious. He looked away, “Dally..” I wiped away my tears and ran to his side.
I grabbed his head and looked into his icy, blue eyes. They had hints of red around them. I looked at his face and the dark circles under his eyes. His face softened but then he broke out into a grin. “I knew you still love me,” he smiled pulling my face to his.
My eyes widened as our lips touched but they soon closed after they found their place. NO- I pulled away in astonishment. “I-” my nostrils flared.
It took Q a minute, but eventually he made the connection. Trust James Bond to remember the clothes Q was wearing the first few times they met, years ago, and be able to find a velvet box the exact shade of green as the suit jacket he’d worn to the National Gallery. There was another box wrapped in blue pinstripe like the trousers, its ribbon reminiscent of the tie he’d had on. A third one was done up in a check much like the trousers he’d worn during the Skyfall incident, brown and unassuming with blue knit fabric making a floppy bow. The pièce de résistance, though, was the flat box in a soft flocked tan, with dual velvet ribbons of blue and burgundy just like the edging on his favourite cardigan.
Q had been sad when a lab accident rendered the cardigan unwearable, and he found himself petting the flocked paper of the box, hoping something warm and soft resided inside.
“Happy Birthday,” said James, wrapping himself around Q from behind. “Did I do all right?”
James was like this, sometimes, needing reassurance that he wasn’t terrible at being a boyfriend. They’d been together almost a year now, and he was still figuring out how to love without overwhelming himself or his partner, or going too far the other way and leaving them both out in the cold.
“Yes, love, it’s better than all right. You’ve exceeded expectations,” said Q, hands still on the box. He could feel James’ smile against his neck. “Can I open it?”
“Yes, please,” said James, coming around to kiss him. “There’s also cake, and I have reservations for dinner or we can get takeaway from that Japanese place you like.”
Q kissed him again. “Thank you, James. I’m not sure I’ve ever had a lover who cared enough to go all out like this.” He grinned. “I think I’ll keep you.”
James laughed, relaxing now that his surprise had gone well. “Well, I have already moved in.”
It had been an unexpectedly easy decision to move James out of his half-empty flat and into Q’s warm, cluttered chaos. Even if he did complain incessantly about the cat hair on his suits. “You’re distracting me,” said Q. He shook himself out of his reverie and flipped the box over, taking deliberate care with removing the wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he’d do with it, but he thought he might want something other than a quick phone photo to remind him of how hard James could try, and how well he could succeed.
Wrapping paper set aside, Q lifted the lid off the box and made a soft, surprised sound. A duplicate of his destroyed cardigan was nestled in blue and burgundy tissue paper, folded neatly with the designer label visible. “Where did you find this? I’ve had a Google alert out for ages.”
Bond laughed and pulled him into a kiss. “I asked around less electronic circles,” he teased. “My tailor knew someone who knew someone, and, well, here you are. Try not to light this one on fire, all right?”
“I won’t,” whispered Q, kissing him again and again. He’d eventually get to the other presents, and the cake and food and all the rest, but for now he just wanted to appreciate what he already had.
[belatedly written for this meme, which you are all free to request from, or you could choose this one! non-mutuals, whoever, if you like my fic then go for it, but expect fluff]
Twelve/Clara, Post LC, Clara is on the TARDIS full time and the Doctor has been more affectionate than in the past, but it's not until he takes her inter-galactic ring shopping that she realizes that the proposal in her bedroom for was MARRIAGE; fluff/smut ensues
The market on this planet was the same as the one on the last planet: jewel smiths, goldsmiths, smiths working in metals Clara couldn’t name with tools that ranged from the disturbingly invisible to the alarmingly primitive. The last market had been too flashy, too full of glowing technical things that were half-machine, half-jewelry, and Clara had made a face. The Doctor had snatched her hand– her hand, willingly taken, with his fingers laced through hers to boot– and run with her back to the TARDIS.
She was still in her nightie. Her nightie. Not that anybody seemed to notice or mind. There was no accounting for fashion.
This planet had a more subdued set of craftsmen. Craftspeople. Craftsbeings. There, that was the right word. The Doctor led her by the hand, fingers still twined with hers, through this market to a little shop in the back, where a woman was working with tools right there on a bench.
“I think you’ll like these better,” he said. “And they’re gold, not hypertitanium. Gold is good, I like gold. Handy against Cybermen in a pinch.”
Clara did like them better, though she still wasn’t sure why she had to inspect a lot of gold rings on Christmas morning. The sample the smith held up to them next was wider than many rings were, and had flat planes hammered around it. A dark red jewel of some kind was set into one of the planes, flat. A jewel? Hard to say what it was, because it looked liquid. Not ostentatious. Almost like it was part of the ring.
“Oooh,” Clara said, despite herself.
The Doctor nodded and turned to the smith. “We’ll take a pair of those. And we’d like them engraved. ”
The smith handed the Doctor paper and a pen. The Doctor drew one of his odd circular diagrams on the paper, more carefully than usual. The smith was doing something with her left ring finger, sizing it, but Clara didn’t pay any attention to it, because beside the circular diagram the Doctor had written 25-12-2014. The date.
Clara said, “That’s Gallifreyan writing? What does it say?”
“Your name.” He pointed. “And mine. Well, sort of my name.”
Clara’s hand went to her mouth. “You’re buying rings. And engraving them with our names. And the date.”
The Doctor drew himself up proudly. “Didn’t think I was the traditional sort, mm?”
Clara shook her head, hand still over her mouth. If she took her hand away she’d blurt something she didn’t want to blurt. The Doctor still looked happy. As happy as she’d ever seen him, ever, with any of his faces. The one with the floppy hair and the bow-tie and the chin, no matter how often he’d spun around while holding her, hadn’t ever had this expression on his face. It was deep and quiet and glowing. He was now peering at the jewel smith, who’d strapped a loupe to her face and had pulled out a tiny tool that looked like a dentist’s pick, only it had a tip of pure glowing plasma.
How had he decided to do this? Clara reviewed what had happened in her bedroom right before they’d run out to the TARDIS. What exactly had he said. He’d clasped his hands and stood up straight and asked her to come with him. He’d held out his hand, palm-up, and she’d given him her hand in response. She’d given him her hand. Oh. Oh. He’d asked her to– he’d asked her to marry him. And she’d said yes.
Her head went strange and her knees gave out. Clara went down to the floor.
“Clara!” The Doctor dove onto his knees on the floor next to her.
“Hey, you,” she said to him. She was grinning so hard her face almost hurt.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay. More than okay. Totally more than okay.”
His hand was under her elbow, bracing her as she got up. “What happened? Do you need anything?”
“I just– it sort of got to me, yeah? You haven’t even kissed me or anything and here we are–” She pointed at the smith working on the bench.
“Good point,” he said, and he took her face in his hands and kissed her. Right there in the shop, while the jewel smith smiled at them indulgently. The Doctor, the man who was not the hugging sort, had one hand in her hair and one hand on her waist, and his tongue in her mouth, and oh! That was what it was like to kiss this version of him. He smelled like bay rum and ozone. He needed a shave. Cool fingers on the back of her head. Lean and hard, holding her close, lifting her up on tiptoes. Clara made a sound, a sound she hadn’t made in a long time. The Doctor released her.
“Not here,” he said, and his voice was low and rough and he sounded like she felt. “On the TARDIS. After this. If you’d like.”
His eyes went wide in supplication again. Clara knew exactly what he meant.