#london flats r such a mess its honestly fun to look through

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my dad has threatened to kick me out so many times it equally means nothing and worries me constantly at the same time LMAO

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Week 1 Submissions

Below the cut are Week 1 submissions. The prompt was “Space”, the word count was 250 max and the genre was fluff.

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Title: The Final Frontier

Author: @brookebond

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Summary: Q shares his favourite show with the others.

 “You actually enjoy watching this?” Bond asked, shooting Alex an incredulous look.

“It’s not too bad.” Alex shrugged.

“He’s in space and all he ever drinks is Earl Grey, hot.” Bond’s words making it seem as though hot tea was the worst thing in the world.

“And the whole ‘make it so’,” Danny joined in, happy to make fun of Q’s favourite character.

“If I hear one more bad word about Picard, I will erase you all,” Q cut in. It had been his idea to treat everyone to his favourite show. It hadn’t been his idea to start pointing out everything ridiculous thing. “Honestly, James, you know where the door is.”

“Don’t be like that.” Bond pulled Q tighter against him, pressing a kiss to his head.

“This is the last time I share anything with you lot,” Q huffed.

Every weekend they all watched something. Whether it was a movie or show, the four of them spent their Sunday’s together curled up on the couch. It was Q’s favourite day of the week, even if he was being ganged up on.

“I like it,” Alex said, smiling at Q when he looked over.

“Alex can stay. You other two can bugger off,” Q muttered, nuzzling into Bond.

“You can pretend you don’t love us, Q, but we know better,” Danny said, crawling over to join the cuddle.

Q smiled softly as Alex joined them as well, pressing Danny and Q between the two agents.

Sunday’s were the best.

Title: Sailing the Night Skies

Author: @themuller13

Rating: general audiences

Warnings: None

Summary: Gramps is on a space mission.

 Pam was munching down the tender loins of the bird Turing had brought as a treat for their humans, none of whom had wanted to touch it—go figure—when suddenly a bright light illuminated the night sky above them. Turing rose from his perch on the balcony and watched, while Pam unabatedly continued dismembering the bird making small happy noises.

“That’s about your uncle,” Turing meowed quietly. “Listen!”

They heard their humans talking agitatedly and suddenly they came bursting out onto the balcony. Daddy had his computer with him and his twin pointed excitedly at the sky.

“It’s James, Q, look! He must have taken one of the escape capsules before the explosion!”

“There’s one more,” the virgin said, taking the twin’s hand and turning it towards another bright spot.

“Jaws and Dolly,” Daddy grumbled under his breath, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Pam was listening, a few feathers still clinging to her fluffy white fur. Turing was weaving in between the virgin’s legs, hoping to be lifted up so he could follow the ongoings on the screen rather than watching the sky. He was always fascinated by Daddy’s way to deal with the bad guys, even when it made Pam angry. Her never faltering belief in world domination was an endless point of discussion between them.

“Found him,” Daddy exclaimed and the twin turned to hug and kiss him, before doing the same to the virgin who blushed adoringly.

Pam’s tail flicked in annoyance.

“One day, Turing, one day!”

 Title: Hot Chocolate In June

Author: @sunaddicted

Rating: G

Warnings: mentions of claustrophobia

Summary: sometimes, Alex just needs to get out in the fresh air

 Two bodies joined Alex outside and he didn't need to raise his gaze from the sharp line of the horizon to recognise them: Danny let himself gracelessly fall to the ground, while Q carefully lowered himself on the cushioning grass "James?"

"He's making hot chocolate!" Danny answered enthusiastically.  

"It's the middle of June" Alex pointed out, raising his arm to to welcome Danny against his side when he snuggled closer.

While his claustrophobia had considerably abated, Alex still needed to get away from enclosed spaces sometimes - away from walls and still air, into an open space where the breeze could caress his face.  

Q knew that, judging from the tenderness of his smile hidden behind an impish grin "So what?" Q arched an eyebrow "It's always a good time for hot chocolate"

Alex shook his head fondly and reached over to tangle his fingers with Q's, absurdly grateful for the younger man taking care of him.

"Look at you, all cosy" James chimed in, unloading the tray in Danny's grabby hands before sitting right behind Alex; always mindful of his lover's personal space, James didn't tug him against his chest.  

Alex smiled as he let his body relax against James', laughing when the older man cruelly started tickling him "You'll make me spill the chocolate!" He protested even as he leaned in James' warm embrace, closer to those clever fingers: he had never felt so happy, the space around him holding all of his loved ones.  

 Title: Deafening Silence

Author: @iamanonniemouse

Beta: None, I went rogue

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: Sometimes, when the noise in Alex’s head gets too loud, he has to retreat inside the house until the overstimulation goes away and he can process the outside world again.

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 Sometimes, when the numbers and patterns and rhythms and noises in Alex’s head get too loud, he has to retreat inside the house, wrapped in his favorite, softest blankets, until the overstimulation goes away, and he can process the outside world again.

The others have learned to recognize his Loud Days, and for that, Alex is grateful.

Bond, James Bond doesn’t know how to stay quiet on the best of days, so he hands Alex a cup of his favorite tea and leaves the house until Q tells him to come back home.

Q sits on the other end of the couch, or at the foot of Alex’s bed, or on the floor by his side and rambles about mathematical series and infinite loops and his newest computer programme. It’s enough to counteract the tangled mess in Alex’s mind, and familiar enough not to overwhelm him, but sometimes even that is too much, so Q simply plops one of his cats onto Alex’s lap and follows Bond, James Bond out the door.

And Danny.

Danny pulls out his favorite book, or queues up his favorite film on his laptop. Danny curls up against Alex’s side, a comforting, quiet warmth. And Danny sits with him, silent but present, as Alex sorts through the information in his own head.

And as the noisiness fades, and the world slips back into its normal calibrations, Danny is there for Alex to lean against, to touch. To anchor him to reality once more.

 Title:  There Were Four In The Bed

Author: @iambid 

Rating: Gen

Warnings:  None

Summary: Some nights there’s just not enough space…

There’s never enough space in their bed, despite James somehow managing to buy them the biggest one Q’s ever seen.

Most nights he is woken by James’s elbow or Alex breathing in his face or Danny wriggling like an eel.  It drives him nuts when he has to extricate himself from the duvet and three sets of clinging limbs to avoid dying of heatstroke.

But on the nights after the days when everything has gone wrong at work he adores it.  He loves the way Danny curls into his chest, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on Q’s naked skin as he sleeps.  Danny doesn’t really understand what Q does for a living, the stress and sometimes terror of being responsible for the lives of the agents in the field, but he knows enough to realise when Q needs comforting.  Alex knows and he always finds a way to lie behind Danny and somehow embrace both him and Q at once.  And James.  James plasters himself up Q’s back, holding him so tight it feels like he’s pressing all the broken parts of Q back together, allowing him to relax and heal and be whole again.  Q would be lost without them all.  He tells them in the darkness, whispering as he relaxes into their gentle touches.

His whole life is packed into that overcrowded bed and although he never seems to have enough space he wouldn’t swap it for the world.

Title: Making Space

Author: @gwylliondream

Rating: R

Warnings: None

Summary: Alex goes for a run every morning.

 A year ago, Alex had no space in his mind for anything but numbers.

Algorithms.

Statistics.

Strings of code.

The morning drizzle saturated his hair. The thuds of his footsteps pounded the sidewalk that followed the Thames.

Statistics.

Probability….

Alex grunted at the thought and came to a stop outside his front door. A year ago, the probability that Alex could have made space in his mind for anything, other than data, was slim.

With hands on his knees, Alex panted while his heartbeat slowed.

When Danny appeared one chilly London dawn, Alex’s world changed forever.

With his gentle eyes and filthy mouth, Danny tugged Alex's thoughts away from his equations, scattering slivers of data to the wind, making space for love.

Behind the front door, yet another sliver splintered away, leaving more space for brain games and programming wars.

Alex teased Q, holding his glasses above his head, making Q stretch his lean body against Alex. They’d collapse into a giggling mess of laughter that erupted from Alex's chest more often in the past year than it had in the lifetime before.

Chipped shards of data fell from Alex’s mind and made even more space for Bond. With the wisdom of age, the experienced agent gave comfort when Alex needed his brand of strength.

Cool sweat dripped down Alex’s back. He barely remembered what it was like to have numbers as his only companion.

Alex opened the door to their flat and stepped inside. His lovers welcomed him home.

 Title: Summer in the City

Author: @blood-suits-and-tears 

Rating: rated T (because of semi-nakedness and kissing)

Warnings: No warnings

Summary: Just a really hot summer in London

 “It’s soo hot…” Q complained even though he was just wearing pants in bed.

James pretended annoyance “If you let me go shower like I wanted ages ago, you would

have more space and would be cooler…”

“Well, for once he’s right” Alex said, standing at the door, towel around his waist, on his way to get dressed.

“We haven’t seen each other for a while” Q still clung onto James and didn’t even think about letting go.

“We all haven’t, but sadly work is calling too”

There was a small noise coming from the other end of the bed, Danny was stirring and almost squished Q as he turned “Hmpf?...”

“Move? You’re all sticky” Q made a face. “...’is the heat” came the sleepy reply from Danny.

James couldn’t hold back a comment “You’re aware that you’re sticky too, dear Q”

“E-ew…” Q now tried to push the others away but failed. James saw his chance to leave the bed, but was held back. “You can come with, you know” James’ cheeky smile was lost on Q as he wasn’t wearing his glasses, but another hand reached out for him. “You too, Danny”

Suddenly awake Danny pushed Q out, so they could go have a cooling shower.

“You too” James pulled Alex with him. “But-“ Alex was shut up by a kiss, so he gave in and they all moved to the bathroom.

“But just for the record, we need more space. We need a bigger bed.”

 Title: New Horizons

Author: @lille082

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Summary: Danny honestly just wants to watch a movie.

 Danny had hoped his partners would want to watch the movie too — there was action for James, plenty of outer space for Q and Alex, and some Matt Damon for him. But by the time Q finished explaining solar energetic particles to James and began a discussion with Alex about all of the variables needed to properly calculate oxygen levels to fill a habitat on the surface of Mars, Danny was just about ready to stop the movie and go to bed instead of finishing it.

 Feeling how restless Danny was growing sitting on the floor in front of him, James reaches out, carding strong, calloused fingers through his hair. The tension leaves Danny’s shoulders at the touch and as James starts gently massaging his scalp, he's practically purring.

 Alex laughs at a comment Q makes about one of the NASA technicians on screen and James shushes them. Q and Alex share a guilty look and settle back into the sofa, quiet for the time being.

 James pulls Danny into his lap, startling a bright laugh out of him in the process. Smiles blossom on Q and Alex’s faces at the sound and Danny settles back, getting comfortable. He sighs happily, resting his head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together.

 ‘I’ll watch it some other time,’ Danny thinks as his eyes grow heavy and he drifts off to the sound of two of his lovers trying to name as many of Jupiter’s moons as possible.