Prompt: Please write something where the reader is a shape shifter and Hugh is sent on a mission to find her. Could you please add Kurt Wagner as well?
Characters: Wolverine x Wolf!Reader x (little bit Kurt Wagner)
You felt a sharp pain in your stomach and turned your head to look, an arrow, you heard some men come running after you, hunters, you thought and quickly started running in the direction of the barn that you’d stayed at the past couple of weeks. You squeezed yourself through the hole in the barn door and felt that you would have to focus on everything else than the pain that the arrow was causing you.
Warnings: implied smut, Half of this is basically how good Dean looks in a cowboy suit so that is definitely a warning
Request by @gabbie7-11:
could you do a Dean X reader where the reader and Dean cast and Sam go back in
time in the old west you know cowboys Indians demons that kind of fun stuff I
just got the idea that’s all I have sorry I leave this request in your capable
imaginative talented hands.
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“Are you sure you can do this, Cas?” You asked, looking at
the Angel with worry. You and the gang were going back in time to stop a demon.
This demon is at its weakest back in the Wild West times and Cas said that he
would be able to transport you, Sam and Dean, including himself, back in time
to stop it.
“Yes, I am fully capable to send you back. Don’t worry, I
will be coming along with you so I can grab you and bring you back here.” He
said, knowing what he was doing.
Previously: Yuuri has survived his first day of being bodyguard to Crown Prince Victor, though not without drawing the suspicion of Prince Yuri and Otabek, the captain of the guard. Victor has proven to be quite the handful as a charge, and Yuuri is beginning to see what Otabek meant when he described the job as a “glorified babysitter.”
It takes Yuuri several months to get used to the new life he’s living, which is, in retrospect, a good thing. It isn’t permanent; can’t be, no matter how much he enjoys it. And he does enjoy it immensely, even if he’s really just doing the same thing that he would have been doing back home.
He spars with Victor during fencing practice, just like he sparred with his own bodyguard Minami. He helps tutor Victor in the ways of the other countries of the area, like he helped Mari. He goes on afternoon rides with Victor, the way he used to do at home, alone.
It’s different in some ways, he admits. They teach each other their native languages, so that they can communicate with more than just the common languages. Yuuri has grown used to (perhaps too used to) the feeling of having someone latch onto him like an overheating barnacle at night. He learns that the palace dog, Makkachin, has a particular fondness for things that he shouldn’t have, a lot like Yuuri’s Vicchan.
He learns that Victor is relatively useless in emergencies, like when Yuuri’s thoughts get to be too much for him. He tries, after that first disaster, to keep his episodes away from Victor, since it seems to cause him distress to see Yuuri like that.
He learns that though he shows it in roundabout ways, Prince Yuri has more respect for his brother than he does for anyone, even their father. He learns that for all that Victor acts like a bumbling idiot, he’s actually smart– so smart, in fact, that it terrifies Yuuri sometimes. He can also be serious and sometimes cruel when something needs to be accomplished and isn’t (though luckily that side of him doesn’t come out often). He’s highly tactile, and shows decorum only when it’s strictly necessary.
Yuuri also learns, on one particularly average day, that he’s possibly a little bit entirely in love with Victor. And that poses a problem for him, since he has always had trouble concealing his emotions. Luckily, it seems that in this case, Victor’s denseness isn’t faked; he truly has no idea.
All in all, Yuuri is happy here. For a while, he even forgets that he’s a prince; it’s still there, hovering just at the edge of his mind at all times, but he’s often too busy to dwell on it.
Fast forward three months, and Yuuri is rolling out of bed early for once. As he recalls, there isn’t much going on today. There’s a meeting with a foreign dignitary later this morning (he wasn’t told the name; he never is, and it never matters much. He just stands there, making sure that nothing suspicious is happening and hoping that it isn’t someone that would recognize him) and a few logistical things that need to be dealt with for the ball celebrating Price Yuri’s birthday. Unless he missed something in his briefing last night, it’s going to be a relatively easy day.
He gets dressed before waking up Victor. “Your Highness. Victor, come on. It’s time for breakfast and you know how your brother is going to be if he has to wait for you.”
Victor’s eyes are closed, but he smiles and pulls Yuuri down. “He’s always like that.”
Yuuri flails a bit, trying to keep his belt buckle, knife, and sword sheath from scratching Victor. It doesn’t leave him a lot of time to stop his fall, so he lands right where Victor wants him. “Victor! You could hurt yourself doing that!”
“I can’t hear you, I’m sleeping.” Victor gives an exaggerated snore and Yuuri laughs.
“No you’re not,” he says, still chuckling.
Victor laughs with him, opening his eyes. “What gave me away?”
“You don’t snore.”
“I knew it!” Victor’s voice is suddenly very loud. When Yuuri winces, he looks apologetic. “Yura always said I snored, but I knew better.”
That doesn’t surprise Yuuri in the slightest. After all, Prince Yuri has always seemed to enjoy giving his older brother grief. Yuuri gets out of bed for a second time, tugging Victor along with him. “Come on, get dressed properly. You have a meeting after breakfast.”
“You’re such a mother hen,” Victor laughs.
“It’s my job,” Yuuri says, straightening his own collar before turning toward the wardrobe to get out clothes for Victor.
Breakfast goes about as well as can be expected. That is to say, it goes as well as it ever does, with Prince Yuri making a fuss, Victor being himself, Mila and Georgi being obnoxious, and the Tzar looking to Yuuri to try to keep some sense of sanity. Yuuri, as usual, can do nothing but look back at him helplessly.
“Yuuri, let’s go have a bath,” Victor says after fencing lessons.
Before answering, Yuuri takes a quick glance out of the east window; the sun has risen past where he can see, so it must be close to noon. “You have a guest that should be arriving any time now, so I’d advise against it.”
“Exactly! I’m quite sweaty and I hardly smell very good either. Is this how you’d have me greet a royal visitor?” Victor clutches his chest dramatically, falling into Yuuri’s arms.
Yuuri, as is his instinct at this point, catches him. He really is lovely, he can’t help but think before blinking and shaking his head to recenter himself in reality. “Oh alright. But I won’t be joining you.”
Victor’s eyes widen and his bottom lip quivers in a pout that Yuuri should not find so adorable. “You’re going to leave me with Otabek?”
“Well, someone has to be around to greet the visitor, if you aren’t,” Yuuri says, grinning at the way the logic seems to hit Victor like a hammer.
He sends an errand boy to get Otabek, who arrives minutes later. He’d been right, that first day; Yuuri doesn’t call on him for help often, but there are times when he truly can’t be in two places at once. He and Victor are gone soon after, heading for the baths (though Otabek will surely stand outside the door) while Yuuri stays behind and waits for the arrival of the person who has been granted a royal audience with Prince Victor.
Mila runs up to him not thirty minutes later, panting that there’s a carriage at the gate. Yuuri makes his way to the throne room, apologies for Victor’s absence already memorized and ready to be spoken (hopefully without completely fumbling it, but that will be an issue all its own).
Those apologies die on his tongue the moment that the visiting royal is announced.
“Presenting His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of the Southeast, Phichit Chulalont!”
Request: Can you do One where reader and Peter are couple and she didn’t tell her dad Tony that she’s dating him and One day he catch them making out or something (:
REQUESTS ARE OPEN!
I hope you enjoy!
Tony was hesitant at first to allow you, his beloved daughter, to go to public school. You’d spend long nights arguing about how you want a normal life outside the Avengers and Iron Man. And eventually, you broke your father down and he finally allowed you to attend a public high school in Queens, Midtown High School.
There was this boy in your grade that intrigued you. He’d stand up for those who were bullied and took the beatings like a real man that came afterwards. One day you were the one to intervene the fight between Peter and the notorious Flash. That’s how you met Peter Parker officially.
Months later, the two of you were in a slow growing romance. You were both young and you let time handle what would happen. Peter had asked you to meet up at this abandoned warehouse he’d like to skate at. When you arrived, Peter hung upside down from the ceiling with the Spider-Man suit on without the mask. It was then when you two shared your first kiss.
After that, your relationship grew steadily… That is until your father recruited the “Spider-Ling.” The two of you would sneak around behind your father’s back and had secret hiding places you’d hide in around the tower so that you’d have some time to yourselves.
There was a tapping on your window one night and you smiled as you let Peter in. “The tower seems empty.” Peter mumbled as you pulled him closer to you so that you could kiss him. You shrugged.
“Nat visiting Clint.” Peck. “Steve, Sam, and Buck are out jogging.” A longer kiss. “Wanda and Vision are spending time together. And my dad’s at a meeting.”
“It’s just you and me?” Peter questioned, wiggling his eyebrows. You smirked at your boyfriend before nodding. You put your hand on his bicep to pull him closer towards you but he winced.
“Babe, what happened?” You inquired as the blood starting staining his suit. You gasped before instructing F.R.I.D.A.Y. to send a med kit to your room immediately. When the tools finally arrived, you helped Peter out of his suit, leaving him in just his boxers. “This is going to hurt.” You whispered before pouring some rubbing alcohol on his wounds.
He groaned in pain as he began to quickly explain the gunshot that grazed his arm and how he isn’t bulletproof. You put a bandage over the wound and gave it a soft kiss. “It’s not better.” Peter pouted. You went into a frenzy of questions asking him if you should alert the authorities or call for Dr. Cho. “I need a kiss to make it better, (Y/N).”
You gave him an amused look before leaning towards Peter. Your father came home earlier than you had expected. He knew that the tower should be empty besides you. “F.R.I.D.A.Y scan the house.” He instructed the computer.
“There’s two heat signatures upstairs in (Y/N)’s bedroom, sir.” The AI informed him. Tony’s eyes widened. Two?! You must be in trouble if there’s another person in your room. He knew he should’ve taken you with him to that blasted meeting.
Tony called his suit to him and went to your bedroom ready to fight of your attackers. He noticed that your door wasn’t closed all the way and he heard a small giggle that was followed by a chuckle that certainly didn’t belong to you. “FREEZE!” Tony hollered, barging into your room to find a boxer-wearing Peter and a red as tomato you. “Wha-Wait.. No! For How Long?!”
“A few months after I got into school?” Your statement came out more life a question.
“Mr. Stark please don’t be mad!” Peter begged, getting up from your bed. You coughed and Peter’s face turned a bright red before excusing himself to get properly dressed in the spider suit.
“Let’s keep this PG for a moment.” Your dad whispered. “Have you and Peter… You know… In Cap lingo… fondued?” Your jaw dropped and before you could answer he broke into a rant about how safe sex is the most important thing in the world especially at your ages. “You both are barely in high school, alright. Both of you can’t support a child at this age-”
“Dad.” You said, sternly. “It’s never progressed to that level and he was half-naked because I cleaned up a gunshot wound for him.”
“Do you love him?” Your dad asked. Your eyes widened.
You and Peter never spoke about that before. Those exchange of words were never even spoken yet. But you didn’t need to question how you felt about Peter. You never had to. “Dad, I do. I love him, a lot. When you go around doing your avenging, I get really scared. I don’t want to lose you because I love you so much. And that’s the same feeling I have when Peter’s out saving the city. I love him, dad.”
Your dad gave you a soft smile and put a hand on your shoulder. “Be careful with love, sweetheart. It can hurt but it’s worth the ride.” You looked up and saw Peter leaning on your door frame.
“I love you too.” Peter said softly. You got off your bed and ran into his arms.
“Don’t hurt my little girl, underoos.” Your dad warned.
When Harry came back from washing up, you noticed he seemed a little bit off. You were going to ask him if everything was okay, but he just sat down and started eating the food in front of him. Harry tried to pretend that something wasn’t bothering him as he enjoyed lunch with you. He wanted to wait and see if you were going to bring up the reason why there was an opened pregnancy test in your bathroom.
There were so many thoughts going through his head. Of course, Harry wanted kids, but not now, he was still young and had so much to do before he was really ready to settle down and start having a family. Plus, the two of you had only been together for a few months and while he loved you and saw this relationship going for the long term, he was afraid that bringing a baby into this too soon could cause it fail and he didn’t want to have a split up family like that.
“Hey, you okay?” You asked putting your hand over his.
“Uh, yeah, just a bit tired ‘s all,” he said.
“Oh, well after this we could take a bath to relax before catching an afternoon nap,” you smiled.
“Maybe just a nap,” he said. “I’d be afraid of falling asleep in the tub. Actually, I’m not all that hungry right now, so I think I’m going to go lay down right now if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, not at all,” you said. “I’ll be in there in a bit.”
He nodded and got up from his chair and went over to kiss your forehead before heading into your bedroom. Now, you were really feeling like something was up with Harry.
Did you do something? Was he upset with you? You kept replaying the past few hours over in your head, but Harry was gone for the entire morning. He seemed fine when he arrived, so what happened that caused him to change. Maybe he got a text or phone call that upset him. If he was still acting weird after the nap, you were definitely going to approach him about what’s wrong.
Once you finished eating, you put Harry’s leftovers in the fridge and threw your trash away before cleaning up a bit and going into the bedroom. Harry’s boots and jacket were thrown on the floor and over on the chair. You raised up one side of the blanket and joined him in the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and cuddled up to him before falling asleep yourself.
When you woke up over an hour later, Harry was no longer in the bed. You sighed getting up and walking out into your living room, where you saw Harry standing out on the balcony. You walked out there and wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed his shoulder through his shirt.
“Sleep well?” You asked.
“Yeah,” he said sort of shrugging you off a bit.
You sighed removing your arms and walking over to stand beside him against the railing.
“Something’s wrong with you,” you said. “You can say that you’re tired, but I know it’s more than that”
“I’m fine, really,” he lied. He wasn’t going to confront you about the test, but he really was hoping you’d tell him sooner rather than later.
“No, you’re not,” you sighed. “Now, if you’re upset with me or I did something to make you upset, just tell me. Everything was fine this morning and now, you won’t even look at me.”
“It’s not you,” he said. “I just have a lot of shit going on.”
“And I get that, but does that mean I have to take the fall for it?” You asked.
“I’m sorry, I’m just stressed, okay,” he said running his hands hair.
“Well, I can help with that,” you said moving closer to him.
“I’m not… I’m in the mood for that,” he said. “Maybe it’s just best if I stay at my place tonight.”
“O-oh,” you said backing away.
“I’m sorry,” he said looking over at you knowing that you were hurt.
“Don’t,” you said holding your hand up. “Just don’t. If you don’t want to be around me tonight, then just go. You can see yourself out.”
You walked back into your bedroom and slammed the door shut. You knew that this was more than Harry just being stressed. He was getting tired of you, that was something that always seemed to happen. The guy you were dating would start acting weird and pulling away from you.
As soon as you heard the front door shut behind Harry, you broke down in tears realizing that your relationship with him was on its way to being over.
When Harry got back to his place, he felt horrible. He felt bad about leaving you like he did, plus he hated being away from you. But he just couldn’t be stand to be there when he knew that you were keeping something from him. He was getting upset, thinking about how you kept trying to figure out what was wrong with him, when you were the one omitting something really major.
Even if you took the test and it came back negative, he would have wanted to know that you two were experiencing a scare. But then he wondered if the scare would have been from him or not.
He’s heard of women being pregnant for a while and not knowing about it and you two have only been together for a few months, but surely if you were pregnant by someone else since before you two met, then either one of you would have noticed.
And there’s the fact that you told him you hadn’t slept with anyone since your ex and now Harry. God, why was he just sitting there on his couch making up all these scenarios in his mind, when he should have just asked you.
He thought about it, he did, but he didn’t want to be that boyfriend. The one who was “snoopying” and had to know right then and there about it, but he was being a bit of dick right now with the way he was acting.
“Damnit,” he groaned throwing a pillow across the room.
After you calmed down a bit, you phoned Jess.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jess asked quickly.
“I’m sorry, I know you’re going through a lot today, but I think Harry’s going to break up with me,” you sniffled.
“WHAT? Why?” She demanded.
“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Everything was fine, perfect this morning when he left for work, and when he came back, again everything seemed okay, but then he started acting funny and when I asked him about it, he said it was tired, so we took a nap and I’d thought that would help, but it didn't”
“When you say nap, do you mean an actual nap?” she asked.
“Yes, we slept for like over an hour and then I went out to talk to him, but he was still acting weird. I asked him about it again and he said it was stressed, so I offered to you know sex him up, but he declined and said he wasn’t in the mood. Then he said it would just be best for him to stay at his house tonight and he left,” you cried.
“Oh, honey,” she sighed. “I’m so sorry. Maybe he just really is stressed or something. This movie is a huge deal.”
“I know, but I didn’t think he’d not want to be around me,” you whispered.
“But what I don’t get is you said he was fine up until when?” She asked.
“Just a few minutes after he got back to my place this afternoon,” you said.
“Weird,” she said. “Did you say something that might have made him act weird?“
“No, not that I know of,” you said. “He came back with lunch for us and then he went into the bathroom to wash up a bit and he came back acting different.”
“Wait, he went into the bathroom,” she said.
“Uh, yeah,” you said.
“And that’s when he started acting differently?” She asked.
“Yeah, I think so. As soon as he came back to join me for lunch, he just seemed off,” you said.
“Damnit!” She groaned. “Y/N, did you take out the garbage after I left?”
“No,” you said.
“Go into the bathroom and look in your bin,” she said. “I only grabbed the test, not the box.”
You quickly went into your bathroom and there it was on the counter, the opened box of a pregnancy test.
“Fucking, it’s here on the counter,” you groaned.
“Shit, I’m sorry, Y/N,” she said. “He must have seen it and thought it was yours. He’s probably thinking you’re pregnant or something.”
“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Why didn’t I put this together before? God, I need to talk to him now.”
“Yes, you do, and I’m sorry that I caused this,” she sighed.
“Hey, you didn’t,” you said. “Shit happens.”
“Tell me about it,” she mumbled.
“How are you holding up with everything?” You asked.
“Not well, but I’ll be okay, eventually,” she said. “But don’t worry about me, worry about talking to your man before he worries himself out of his mind!”
“Will do,” you said before hanging up.
You quickly started dialing Harry’s number, hoping he would pick up, however, it went straight to voicemail. Wow, he must really be upset with you. You took a deep breath, wondering if you should even bother going over to his house, but the possibility of your relationship with him depended on it, so you didn’t even bothering getting properly dressed before you went out to your car and drove straight over to his place.
Request:Hiya, so, could you do a thing that is where you’re jungkooks best friend and he forgot to tell you that he was bringing his friends over and when he was at door of apartment, reader yells back to come on in kook and she was in the middle of changing, wearing a bra and jeans, and she turns around after she has shirt on and notices that there is more than just kook and most are turned away except for namjoon or yoongi? Thanks
(Credit to original owner of gif also I got massive writers block so forgive me for it’s lateness and how short it is)
Bts had just finished they’re tour and returned home so it would be only a short amount of time before they returned to work so you had Jungkook to stop by any time and say hello and for you to catch up with him. He was you best friend and you were so close you were like siblings. He had a key to your house so even before he debuted he had a tendency to always just come over without pre-announcing himself.
You had been lying around your house and not really doing much but decided the middle of the day was as good as any to actually get properly dressed, maybe order some food and watch some TV or play on your laptop. You forced yourself off the couch and stopped when you could hear loud chatter coming down the hall and realized one of your neighbors must have been having friends over and you groaned upon realizing that your quiet night at home was loudly ruined.
You entered your room and began stripping off fully until you were in your bra and underwear, you heard the door open and heard Jungkook call out to you “Just in here, come in!” You yelled back.
You pulled your jeans on and scrambled around for a shirt and noticed the noise from the hallway was carrying into your apartment and frowned but pulled one of Jungkook’s shirts on and turned around to greet your friend and saw not just Jungkook but all of his friends, Jungkook stood staring at you in surprise along with Yoongi who stood there and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you. Jungkook noticed this and immediately kicked into older brother mode “Yah! Hyung don’t stare at her!” He yelled and pushed Yoongi and the rest of the embarrassed boys away from your room. You were definitely embarrassed and entered the room where the boys had laid out the dinner they had brought with them. You sat down at the small table next to Yoongi and Jungkook both of whom were equally shook but for different reasons. After a few minutes normal banter kicked up with the guys and in the loud chatter Yoongi leaned over to you with a small grin. “Cute bra.”
(This was more of a drabble I’m sorry :( I still hope you liked it though!)
You squinted your eyes at the yellow ones that were looking back into yours. You were not going to back down, but he just kept staring at you without blinking. You felt your eyes dehydrate and they started to sting. The uncomfortable feeling was too much and you couldn’t help but blink. The cat meowed triumphant.
Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you
Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)
Word Count: 1723
Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl,@amarvelouswritings
So this is it. Thank you to everyone who supported this fic and kept up with it. I love all of you! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it. This last part isn’t beta’d so if it’s messed up, that’s on me.
He drove around LA all night, trying to clear his head. He had no idea what to do or say to you. What he said back at your apartment was a dick move. He wanted you. Of course he still wanted you. But at this point, all these months later, he felt you were at a point of no return. There was no coming back from all of this. There was too much damage, too much bad karma, too many bad vibes between you and him.
Prompt: Tony has made a bet to see who could end up with the most fans, out of the Avengers, by the end of the month. Bucky takes it just to piss Sam off and Reader really wants to prove that she isn’t the least popular. Bucky and Reader team up to be a fake couple in order to beat the other Avengers, agreeing to split the prize at the end. Will it all work out?
A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting, but I’m back from vacation! Please enjoy the next installment of this series.
It’s only been three days, but it might as well have been three months. You haven’t talked to him, heard his voice, or gotten a glimpse of the back of his head. You weren’t actively seeking him out, but it had gotten very lonely without a person next to you.
You had yet to admit it, but the outdoors were drastically improved with the right company. You would bother getting dressed properly and hear the honks of cars as you two walked down the street. You would take hand-holding over nothing at all. Without a reason to step foot out of the tower, you stayed in and moped.
As they say, old habits are hard to kick. That’s why you were curled up on the sofa watching more House Hunters. No matter how many episodes you watched, you couldn’t seem to get your mind off of that stupid argument. One day in, you were fine. You thought that instead of dwelling on Bucky being stupid and unfair, you would actually get stuff done. You went outside, met some fans, bought yourself good food. Then overnight, the joy had been sucked away. You lied again, pretending to have a huge headache and couldn’t go outside. You hated yourself more for how easily fibs came to you now.
19. Kisses because I don’t want you to go and maybe I can convince you to stay just a few minutes longer
This is a combo of a number of your faves. Sherlolly kisses, domestic fluff, and Victorian AU. Enjoy, my dear friend! ❤️
It was a thrilling day.
Molly was excited to have been invited to attend a very exclusive lecture at Bart’s, which she and Sherlock hoped was only the beginning to getting her foot in the door. And Sherlock had just that morning received a telegram from Inspector Lestrade, informing him of the need to reopen a cold case. That was fortunate of course, seeing as the last case he’d solved was over a fortnight ago, just before their wedding.
She was so incredibly grateful that this was their life and their reality now, she really was. Their work, responsibility, and all the excitement that went along with it…it was all she had ever wanted and more.
Molly chewed her lip lightly as she leaned against her dresser and tried her best to finish placing some pins in her hair. Instead though, she gazed past her reflection and watched as her husband pulled the braces up over his lovely shoulders and then straightened his shirt and collar a bit. That was when he caught her eye in the reflection as well, and they held each other captive for a couple moments.
Sherlock cleared his throat then and they both smiled briefly as Molly tore her eyes away and continued fixing her hair.
Ten minutes later they milled about the kitchen, fixing themselves some tea. He handed her a cup, sliding the milk and lemon slices over to her. Molly’s fingers brushed against his as she took the little plate and she had to twist her lips to keep from smiling too widely at the memory from two weeks before. That first morning they’d awoken in their honeymoon suite and had a lovely tray of tea sent up…but then they’d taken barely a sip before forgetting the tray entirely and collapsing back into the already disheveled bed.
“Containing the spread of disease?”
Sherlock’s voice made her look up with raised brow.
“Pardon? Oh yes! Yes, that is the lecture,” she confirmed.
“I shall look forward to hearing all the details this evening,” Sherlock commented as he stirred the sugar into his tea.
“Yes of course, I cannot wait to share all that I learn,” Molly agreed enthusiastically. “And I’m sure you’re in eager anticipation of the case.”
“Eager, yes,” he replied instantly.
“Good!” Molly said with a bright smile.
She really couldn’t wait for that evening. The flat would be darkened and they would sit around the fireplace, perhaps sipping another cup of tea as Molly related the fascinating parts of the lecture and Sherlock described how the casework went. They’d be wrapped comfortably in their dressing gowns and wrapped up in each other and-
Molly shook her head and took a hearty gulp of the hot liquid in her cup. This sort of daydreaming would not do.
Twenty minutes later and the Holmes were dutifully putting on their coats, hats, and gloves by the door.
“We shall need separate cabs,” Sherlock commented as they walked down the stairs to the bottom landing. “Not going in the same direction.”
“Oh,” Molly replied, disappointment briefly visibly in her expression. “Yes, of course.”
He reached for the handle…
“Wait! Your necktie!” Molly tugged at his shoulder to turn him round and began fiddling with the tie which was absolutely not in need of straightening.
Their eyes locked instantly, and as she tried to act like she was adjusting his tie, she realized that what she was unconsciously doing was to pull downward on the material, inching her husband’s face closer and closer to her own. She was pretty sure she heard him growl out a soft, “blast” just before she reached his lips.
Molly let out a deep sigh of relief and satisfaction as they sunk into a kiss, the kind which had now become comfortable and familiar as well as spine tinglingly delicious.
Sherlock emitted a little groan as he pulled back. “You’ve done it now, Mrs. Holmes.”
She smiled innocently. “Have I?”
“I had been using quite a bit of mental energy this morning to avoid thoughts of kissing you. You have made a ruin of all my efforts,” he said with a teasing smile.
“Sorry, darling,” she whispered with a little giggle while leaning in to trail kisses along his jaw.
“You are…far from sorry,” he correctly deduced, shutting his eyes at the feeling of his wife’s lips.
“I can’t help it,” she said between feathery kisses on his face. “I’ve grown so accustomed to spending our days and nights together, and mostly in each other’s arms, that it’s a bit more difficult than I anticipated to get all properly dressed to be out and about and away from you till this evening.”
Sherlock made a thoughtful little expression. “It is hateful how very much clothing we’re currently wearing, isn’t it?”
Molly laughed again. “It is indeed! How I long for my nightdress and dressing gown…” she dropped her voice while lazily running her thumb along his bottom lip. “…and nothing.”
“Mm,” he rumbled in reply, “nothing is my personal favorite.”
The subject matter making her naturally itch for more, Molly leaned into him again, tasting his mouth with slow and passionate appreciation, and causing her husband to pull her into an especially tight embrace which quickly began to make them forget that lectures and cases and the entire rest of the world even existed…
“Oh for heaven’s sake!”
Their heads whipped around to see Mrs. Hudson coming out of her flat.
“The two of you have plenty of time for all that,” their beloved landlady said with a laugh and a wink at them as she scooted past and out the front door. “Try getting out in the sunshine for a change today!”
Molly smiled shyly at her as she left and then glanced back up at Sherlock. “Suppose she’s right.”
“She is, I admit,” Sherlock replied, drawing what looked like a deep breath of courage before holding the door for his wife and gesturing for her to go ahead. “Plenty of time for all that later!”
“Yes, plenty,” Molly agreed, the reminder warming her from the inside out. “We’ve got a lifetime.”
When he threw the door open you were sitting on the couch reading a book, still mad at him.
“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Eric asked you.
“What do you mean?” you replied.
“Last chance, Y/N, do you have something to confess to me? Tell. Me. NOW,” he stated angrily.
You knew exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew he knew.
“Er, ahmm, Tyler kissed me,” you said, feeling embarrassed.
“Why did you lie to me?” Eric asked you.
“I never lied to you, I just didn’t want to upset you. It didn’t mean anything and he knows that, he knows I love you,” you said, with tears brimming in your eyes.
“So you thought it was better to hide it from me? He came to me for forgiveness because he felt guilty, but you didn’t, you decided it was better not to tell me. To hide it from me. You’re such a hypocrite,” you fell in love with the harsh cruel Eric and that was the man you love, but he was going too far.
“But I didn’t do anything, he was the one who kissed me, I didn’t even kiss him back, I pushed him away and now you’re accusing me? That’s not fair, Eric,” you were crying compulsively, he was hurting you on levels he could never understand.
“You should have told me, Y/N, you should have told me,” he said storming out the door and leaving you in a thousand pieces.
A week. It’s been a whole week that Ives girl—er, wait, she likes to be called El—has been living in the grandiose trailer of Jim Hopper. Yet, he admits to himself that the silent presence of a slim frame draped in an old concert t-shirt of his and some baggy flannel pants perched at his kitchen table with the expression of a frightened deer still makes him flinch a little (what? He’s not used to company). He greets her with a short, “Hey, kid,” and shuffles around the kitchen with feigned purpose, as Eleven remains tense as ever and follows him with her eyes. Well, frightened deer doesn’t really cut it for this kid—she’s more like some sort of fox, unnerved and calculating at the same time, tense and ready to bolt at any moment. She’s still just a kid, though….which is exactly causing the problem weighing on Hopper’s sleep-hazy mind as he aimlessly opens door after cupboard door and pretends to rummage through the useless ingredients inside. How the hell is he supposed to feed this kid?! She’s not going to survive on three cups of black coffee, a swig of last night’s beer, and a donut, that’s for damn sure. Their first week entirely consisted of thawing out frozen pancakes that Karen Wheeler whipped up in advance and graciously sent over with her son, who seemed oddly eager to stick around and “make sure El was adjusting alright.” Even Joyce Byers stopped by the station after work to drop off a meatloaf she made, along with some side dishes to help him get back into the swing of things, as she said sweetly. Hopper sighs exasperatedly into the empty fridge. It seems like the entire town was doubting his ability to look after this kid, and yet, they were the ones that saddled him with her! He straightens up and runs a hand through his mussed hair.
Series: Undertale Rating: T Genre: Mystery(?)/Friendship
A fanfic for the fanfic “Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady” by
Tyrant_Tortoise! Left on your own for an afternoon, you find yourself in
the previously out of bounds basement area of the lodge where Sans has
set up his lab. Lured by a familiar voice, you realize that pan
dimensional rift machinery and a boat load of useless parts aren’t the
only thing Sans, Red, and Stretch have been hiding under the lodge…
Odd as it sounds, this is a fanfic of a fanfic called ‘
Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady’by @tyranttortoise, written with permission, of course. I love her fic (and you should too),
and I just couldn’t resist the temptation to throw one of my own AUs
into the mix for the lady to play with X’D So, yeah, make sure you’ve
read the original fic before this, or it’s really not going to make much
sense at all X’D
Skeleton Ex Machina
The day dawns dark and rainy, and though you wake at your usual
hour, you quickly drift right back off again. The heavy patter of
rainfall on the skylight over your bed ushers you into dreamland more
effectively than any lullaby, and it’s not until a few hours later that
you finally manage to drag yourself from your bed’s warm embrace.
You hear Sans and Red talking downstairs as you make your way to
the bathroom, and though you can’t quite make out what they’re saying,
there’s little to be done about the way the warm bass of their voices
carry despite the fact that they’re obviously trying to keep the volume
down. You smile a little at their efforts and close the bathroom door
behind you, then set about your morning (well, closer to afternoon now)
ablutions. When you finish, you head back to the loft to get properly
dressed, and hear the front door shut. You duck your head through your
window curtains to see Red and Sans both heading down the front steps of
the lodge, and you wonder idly where it is they’re off to.
The sun rays pierced through the windows, lighting up every inch of the room. The morning was quiet, and serene. Rafael slept on his stomach, with his arm resting over her hip as she slept curled up against him. The brightness woke her up first. She snuggled closer to the warmth, taking a moment to adjust to the brightness. When her eyes slowly opened, she smiled at the sight of a peacefully sleeping Rafael. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand to get a better look.
This chapter sets entirely between 11x16 and 11x17. After Omelia’s last scene on 11x16 (when they are again interrupted in the on call room), Derek arrives home. Since it’s not mentioned on the show when exactly after this last Omelia scene he arrived, I let my creativity take over. I didn’t plan to end this chapter right where it did, but I had to, otherwise it would be too long. All I can guarantee is that, as always, I am not changing anything that happened on the show :)
The Journey – Part Thirteen
Amelia hurried from the Neuro ICU to the OR, trying her best to get over with what was left of her work obligations so she could make it back home in time. She hadn’t scheduled any elective surgeries for that Thursday, hoping to have an early finish at the hospital so she could get properly dressed and ready to go on her first date with Owen later that evening. But much to her dismay, not only she had been paged to the hospital at an ungodly hour earlier that morning, an MVC with four victims had also extended her workload, jeopardizing the entirety of her plans.
At first, Amelia had realized she was probably not going to have any time to even take a nap before the event like she’d planned right after her pager had buzzed at four am. But as the hours progressed, she started to wonder just how much time she’d have to actually get ready for the dinner party.
Men had no idea about this, but getting ready for such an event demanded a lot of time and energy. Unlike Owen, who would probably just shave, shower and put on a suit, Amelia had a lot to work on. He had told her he’d meet her at the front porch of Derek’s house at eight thirty and it was almost past seven when Amelia finally arrived home.
Going straight to the bathroom, Amelia showered and washed her hair in a hurry, blow-drying it right afterwards. She carefully inspected her legs to see if there were any missing spots from the waxing session she’d gone to a couple of days before and quickly moved on to work on her make up. She had just finished putting on her dress when, through the window, she saw her boss crossing the yard towards the house.
Looking at the clock by the nightstand, Amelia realized it was eight thirty on the dot. Damn Owen with his military punctuality. She made her way downstairs, wondering about her looks. The neurosurgeon believed to have made a very satisfactory job with the little time she had to pull off an evening look, knowing she could have done a lot better had she more time.
“Hey…” Amelia opened the front door before Owen could ring the doorbell, excited to see him.