#the timeline up til now for you viewing pleasure

[angelic-holland]

I had an idea for the eighteen!verse blurbs! Maybe first time playing with toys?

your mind anon... can be read as part of the eighteen!verse but can be read alone, takes part 🤷‍♀️ during the timeline idk but enjoy!

Surprises

hey baby girl. think we could talk when you get home from classes? x

Your heart was racing wildly in your chest when you checked your phone, seeing the text message from Tom between classes.

“What’s wrong?” Your friend Ky asked, taking in the worried turn in of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip.

You showed them the text message and they also furrowed their eyebrows, “have you been fighting recently?”

“No! I mean; I just moved into his place. Oh god, do you think he’s mad at me for cleaning? I know he usually keeps it messy but I hate coming home to a messy place so I just tidy up a bit and-,”

“Y/N, come on, do you really think Tom is going to, what, what do you think he’ll do?” Ky reasoned, trying to get you to step back and look logically at the situation.

“I- I have to go, can you send me the notes from envi sci?” You asked, pushing back your chair and gathering your books from the library table.

“Where’re you going?” Ky shouted, causing several of the other students to glare at them.

“To talk to Tom! To figure out what’s up!” You shouted back, quickly leaving the library as to not cause any more chaos.

You rushed back to your flat, dropping your key twice as you tried to unlock the front door, your nerves starting to get the best of you.

“Tom?” Your voice echoed through the flat as you walked toward your bedroom, dropping your backpack and coat on the couch.

“Y/N?” Tom’s voice called back, “you’re supposed to be in environmental sci right now, oh! Did they cancel on you?” He questioned as you made your way to his room. Your room.

“No, I Uh, I got your text,” you answered as you opened the door, finding Tom laying on his bed scrolling through his phone.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked, immediately setting his phone down when he saw your trembling lip and teary eyes.

“You said you wanted to talk so I raced back because I thought you were mad that I make you clean up your clothes and don’t let you leave tea mugs on the bedside table without a coaster-,”

“Hey, c’mere baby girl, did my text really get you all worked up?” Tom cooed, his voice low as you shuffled over to him, his arms wrapping around your middle to tug you against his chest.

“Thought you were upset with me or something, thought this was going to be a talk or something...” you admitted, sniffling as Tom rubbed your back, pulling you onto his lap.

“Love, look at me,” Tom cupped your face, wiping away the tears from your eyes before pressing a kiss to your nose, “you’re gonna kill me now because that text was absolutely not heading in the direction you were worrying over,” Tom reached behind him, grabbing something from a bedside drawer that you couldn’t see.

“What?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows as Tom brought the box into your line of view.

“Oh my god!” You squeaked, face flushing at the slim box you tucked away in your suitcase when you moved in with Tom.

“Was just wondering what my sweet girl was doing with something so naughty,” Tom teased, opening the vibrator box.

“Ky bought it for me! Before I met you, told me I needed to loosen up a little, use this to help me out...” you trailed off as Tom pulled the bullet vibrator from its package, turning over the sleek purple vibe in his hands.

“Have you used it before?” Tom asked, his tongue peeking out of his lips and wetting them.

You shook your head, some of your hair falling in your eyes that Tom promptly swept behind your ear.

“Never got the chance before we met,” you answered, Tom’s fingers brushing along your side and pushing your blouse up.

“Do you want to use it?” Tom asked, “feeling a little better?”

You nodded, slipping of his lap and flopping down on the bed, giggling as Tom brushed his hands up your legs.

“Can’t believe I thought you were mad at me,” you admitted, Tom’s fingers tugging at the zipper of your skirt.

“And over you cleaning? You make me want to clean! You’ve actually gotten Harrison to start cleaning too, I appreciate you, and every,” his lips grazed your stomach, “single,” he tugged your skirt down, “thing,” your panties coming down with it, “you,” your clothes ended up on the floor, “do.”

Tom spread your legs, settling between them as he gently ran a finger through your folds, watching in awe as you squirmed beneath him.

“Want to eat your pretty pussy ‘til you come f’me,” Tom murmured, pressing a button and turning the toy on, gliding it along your hipbone as his tongue traced your folds, lapping at your arousal.

You heard the buzz before you felt it, the small vibrator pressing against your clit as Tom used his tongue expertly, the piercing making your back arch.

“Tom,” you gasped, the vibrator circling your clit as Tom used his tongue to fuck you.

Your fingers wove their way into his hair, tugging at the brown curls as the vibrations changed, now small sharp bursts of pleasure as he gently tapped it at your clit.

“Tom, ah fuck, I’m gonna-,” you gasped, holding his hair for dear life as your thighs shook.

“That’s it, gonna open you up for me, want the whole world to hear ya crying for me,” Tom smirked, giving you a break from the vibrator and circling your clit with your tongue, his fingers stroking your entrance before slipping inside of you.

“Take your top off, want to see you,” Tom ordered, his voice dropped down an octave as he looked at you and your heaving chest.

You quickly did as he said, your blouse tossed to the side and your bra following shortly after.

“Play with them for me,” Tom grunted, adding a third finger as your hands cupped your breasts, lightly pinching your nipples and circling your piercings.

“Thatta girl,” Tom praised before sucking at your clit again.

“Gonna come again?” Tom teased as your whines got higher and higher pitched.

You nodded, eyes squeezed shut and hands falling to the sides to grasp at the sheets.

“Come on then, come f’me,” Tom lightly grazed your clit with his tongue, the pads of his fingers lightly rubbing against your gspot as you come.

“That’s it,” Tom cooed, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean as you slowly opened your eyes again.

“So...” Tom grinned, slowly crawling up your body and leaving kisses along each inch of skin he could, “think we could use this little guy again?”

“Oh, most definitely,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips down to meet yours as the toy buzzed back to life.

[promisedyouforever]

Christmas on Doomsday

Rating: G Pairing: TenxRose Length: ~1500 words Summary: Um... what it says on the tin; "A Visit from St. Nicholas" remix, Doomsday fixit style! ♥

READ ON:  Ao3 | Teaspoon NOTES:

I REGRET NOTHING!

I am aware Doomsday aired in July.  But nothing rhymes easily with that, so I used June.  See #1. ;)

Doomsday Fixit! :)

THIS is a gift for @goingtothetardis, @chiaroscuroverse, @lvslie, @caedmonfaith, @skyler10fic, @pipertennant, and basically everyone who’s been wonderful without warrant to me this year and wants corny Christmas fic on New Year’s Eve...  Merry Christmas or [insert your holiday or lack thereof here]!!!!!  ♥♥♥

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Tardis Not a creature was sleeping, though Rose found it hardest; For the stockings they’d hung from the fireplace true Declared, “Santa, the Doctor is looking for you!” Once Rose would have laughed at a notion so jolly; Father Christmas! Well all that was simply child’s folly. But now she was singing a much diff’rent tune, For ‘twas Santa who’d saved them that dark day in June!

You see Torchwood was careless and awfully thick - They’d been poking the Void like a child with a stick! And despite how it cut the Doctor to the quick, He feared Daleks and Cybermen they’d never lick. So he sent Rose to Pete’s World, far out of harm’s way, Giving her in the matter not really much say. Though the sacrifice, it was a dear price to pay, He was not going to lose her to death - not today.

But our Rose was no shrinking violet, not at all! She would never stay on the wrong side of that wall. With just one button’s push she returned to his side. “Never gonna leave you,” she said, naught to hide. The Doctor’s hearts warred with his head, amplifying His dread of this storm and his fear of Rose dying. But despite himself now there was just no denying They would stand together - or they would die trying.

Rest assured that this story does happily end, Though on her slipping fingers Rose could not depend. With a cry she fell fast, the Void pulling her in! But ‘tis here, darlings… Christmas miracles begin.

Rose assumed, just at first, that she was dead or dreaming When the clatter of hooves and sleigh bells came a-streaming! But then out of the Void shot a cloud of fine snow And behind it eight reindeer with Santa in tow! With just one outstretched arm and a twist of his head Father Christmas had pulled her right into his sled. And he was just in time, the Void inches from view Now she gasped in shock as out the window they flew!

With one look around her, her shock turned quite merry; She was flying with Santa, reindeer on the carry! She looked to the ground and she turned toward the sky; She searched every sight with her hopes very high. From her perch she saw nary a sign of their foe. No more Daleks in air, no Cybermen below. Had they done it? They must have! She whooped with pure joy! The battle was over – it had worked, their daft ploy! Santa chuckled as back toward the window they drew Where the Doctor stood gaping when they burst right through! Reindeer slid to a stop before solid white wall Where the Void had sealed over, rescuing them all. The commotion ceased and the reality hit And both Rose and the Doctor fell speechless with it. They were stunned beyond words and shocked beyond measure; The day had been saved by a fat man with treasure! The Doctor shook out of his reverie first; He dodged all eight reindeer as if he would burst. The danger was vanquished with Rose still alive, Alive, whole, and with him, right there by his side!

She leapt and he reached at the very same time; They collided into an embrace so sublime That old Santa’s eyes glittered with bright, joyful tears ‘Til with heartiest laughter he sang, “Oh, my dears!” He climbed down from his bench and stood patient beside As the pair before him gentled fears and dried eyes Finally they turned round both happily gleaming “Transdimensional being?” the Doctor asked, beaming. Santa winked and replied, “Close, Time Lord, but not quite.” The Doc sputtered while Rose simply laughed with delight. Then she turned a bit quiet, recalling their strife; She murmured, “Thank you so much for saving my life.” Suddenly a bit shy, she stood up on her toes, And she kissed old Saint Nicholas’ cheek, our dear Rose. If his face grew one (several) shades redder in hue Well, he never let on; he had more work to do. So he said not a word but went straight to retrieving The gift for them both that he would soon be leaving. A small golden box it was, meant for Rose’s hand, So he placed it there gently and said, “understand. “Understand, my young Rose, what this box has inside. ‘Tis your greatest wish granted; you should caref’ly decide.” “How did you know?” she blurted; and he replied, “Oh, from Santa, sweet girl, no one’s wishes can hide.” Father Christmas then looked to the Doctor and said, As he tapped him, but gingerly, on the forehead, “As for you, youngster, foolish Time Lord, you will rue If you squander this precious gift she’s giving you.” Before either of them could recover their wits Santa turned with a jerk, to his sleigh he did flit. Then by laying a finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, a great whirlwind arose. The tumult obscured him and his trademark white beard, Then abruptly as he’d arrived, he disappeared. He left Rose and the Doctor both wide eyed anew; At the place where he’d been, snow had melted to dew. Finally Rose tore her eyes from the spot and just stared Disbelievingly at the gold box, unprepared. “Rose?” the Doctor said softly. “I don’t understand. Just what has he given you? What’s in your hand?” Tears had sprung to her eyes and, a lump in her throat, She said, “Doctor, I do not want this if you don’t.” She angled the box she held and there he read The words BAD WOLF etched into it, glowing gold thread. “What?” the Doctor cried. “No! No, I took it all out!” “Seems you missed a spot,” Rose murmured, now fraught with doubt. Did he not want her, or did he still not understand Just what this wish was that she held in her hand? The Doctor looked panicked, so she took a deep breath. She mustered the courage to say two words. “My death.” His face turned quite ashen, quite white and quite cold, But she went on, whispr’ing, “I wished not to get old.” He looked staggered and finally light dawned ‘cross his face. His frightened look faded; something else took its place. “I wished I was like you, that we were together. I wished I could stay to give you your forever.” He found his voice and the hope there broke her heart Even as he asked, dumbfounded, “Never apart? But you wouldn’t be human, and how can I take it? If you came to hate me I know I’d never make it.” With a sigh she caressed his cheek tenderly, smiled; “You’re not taking, I’m giving, you git,” she replied. Then she drew him in close for their first kiss, she did; As their lips met her thumb flipped open the box lid. Pure bright light flooded everywhere, white as the snow Father Christmas arrived with, it seemed so long ago. Suddenly she saw timelines, saw them race and fall, But she saw that the brightest and longest of all… Was she and the Doctor, tightly knit, almost twinned, Moving so far beyond she could not see the end. When the light ebbed away she had two beating hearts And a lifespan where she knew forever would start. Happily ever after is the end of our story, But it brings us back to the beginning full glory. Where Rose and the Doctor settled down in their bed, Waiting to hear sleigh bells and see again Santa’s sled. They wanted to thank him for his gift beyond price, To assure him they’d taken all of his advice. But while it was sweet and so awfully nice, They should have known it was unneeded that night. Santa, we know, sees but does not like to be seen. And so it was that night, as if in a dream, That both Rose and the Doctor did think they heard bells, But awoke Christmas morning not knowing much else.

They dashed to the library, to their stockings to see They were filled to the brim, presents beneath the tree. Then Rose saw on the mantel, sitting just right there Was a note in the finest hand, written with care. It read simply Dear Doctor, my dearest sweet Rose, ‘Twas my pleasure. Remember – Santa Claus always knows.

[thehouseofgrey]

Yeah yeah I know. It’s been like three days too many since I posted anything malec. This one is extra long, so maybe that kinda makes up for it.

My little sister thought this up and sketched it out, and they wanted me to write a fic to go with it so here goes. (this doesn’t really have a specific place in the timeline)

Magnus couldn’t help himself. It had been a ridiculously long day, with back to back clients leaving him unable to send so much as a text to his beloved. Alec had been buried behind mountains of paperwork and fieldwork for days, as if no other shadowhunter in the whole institute was capable of hunting demons. Magnus hadn’t seen him once in all that time. His angel was so busy he had moved back into the institute temporarily, incapable of pulling himself farther away from his desk than his own bed. He missed having his boyfriend in his bed, which now felt far too empty without him.

He called Alexander again, but he was forwarded to voicemail. He was starting to get concerned. He tried to convince himself that Alec was just busy, maybe in a meeting with the Clave, with his phone on silent or in another room. Nothing bad had happened, because if it had, someone would have called.

All the same, he missed his boyfriend and could hardly stand another night alone with his thoughts and his drinks, so he portaled himself to the institute.

~ * ~ *~ * ~

He’d barely made it a few feet in the door before he was stopped by a no-name shadowhunter.

Magnus rolled his eyes and moved around him. “I’m here to see the Head of the Institute.”

“Do you have an appointment?” Another asked, coming up to the pair carrying a tablet which seemed to have the appointments listed.

“Don’t need one.”

“Mr. Lightwood is only taking guests by appointment currently,” continued the keeper of the schedule. “He’s incredibly busy. All non-emergencies require an appointment.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind me turning up unannounced,” he answered smoothly.

“Mr. Lightwood can’t be-”

“I can handle it from here, Jamilla.” Jace interrupted. “With me, Mr. Bane.”

She nodded and headed off, though the other man continued to stand there looking pissed.

“Go make a new pot of coffee, Grant,” Jace added.

Grant scowled but had the good sense to disappear.

Jace took off down the hall, leaving Magnus to follow.

“Coffee?” The warlock repeated. “It’s 8 pm.”

“I needed him out of my face. But, someone will drink it. A shadowhunter’s day starts at 5 am, no matter what time you’ve gone to bed. A lot of us are running on coffee and not much else today.”

The fatigue showed in Jace’s face. He could hardly imagine the state his lover would be in. Worry started to settle on Magnus’s chest again.

“What’s keeping you all so busy anyway?” He inquired, wondering if he might be able to help these people he’d come to see as family.

“Something new every time we turn around,” Jace answered vaguely. “It just gets like this sometimes. You get a particularly bad week where the demons just keep appearing and a particular group of downworlders seems more agitated than usual- usually for a fair reason- and we just get swamped. It’ll die down in a day or two.”

They arrived outside of Alec’s office. Jace knocked on the door, gesturing at Magnus to keep quiet, though it was with a playful glimmer in his eyes. Magnus nodded and stepped out of the immediate view of the door, a small smile pulling at his lips.

He heard a stressed sigh come from within that nearly broke his heart. “Come in.”

Jace put on a serious face and opened the door. “I’m really sorry to bother you, brother, but there’s someone here to see you.”

“Is it urgent?”

“Uh, yeah.”

There was a brief pause. “Send them in.”

Jace came back out with a smirk on his face. “Mr. Lightwood will see you now.”

Magnus peeked around the door frame to see tall, dark, and handsome standing over his desk. He watched his boyfriend’s eyes light up his otherwise neutral expression when he saw Magnus. Jace pushed the door shut behind him.

“Mr. Bane,” Alec greeted him. “A pleasure to see you. What brings you to my Institute today?”

“You wouldn’t answer my phone calls.”

Alec looked perplexed, as if he had no idea he’d missed a call, let alone several. “You have my most sincere apology. Thank you for making the trip here to see me. What can I do for you?”

Magnus stepped further into the office, trying to casually close the distance between them. “You could accompany me home.”

The tension left his beloved’s shoulders. “Magnus.”

“The cats miss you.”

That drew a smile from him. Alec came around his desk and sat on in. He offered Magnus his hand and, when the warlock accepted, pulled him close.

He raised one eyebrow. “The cats, huh?”

Magnus nodded. “They lay on your side of the bed and whine about how it’s much too quiet without your cute little snores right in there ear.”

The laugh that escaped those gorgeous lips was almost too much for Magnus’ heart to handle. “Are you sure that wasn’t you?”

Magnus pretended to consider it. “That would definitely make more sense than the talking cats.”

“Just a little,” Alec agreed, still smiling fondly.

“You look terrible, by the way,” Magnus added jokingly.

Alec snorted, but Magnus swore he saw a flicker of pain underneath. “Thanks.”

“Alexander…”

His boyfriend shook his head, dismissing him. “I know. You’re just concerned.”

“Jace told me you haven’t been sleeping,” he explained, putting a hand on Alec’s chest. His heart rate was abnormally high.

“Neither has he,” Alec deflected, not meeting Magnus’ gaze. “Or Izzy. Clary. Things are too hectic for anyone in this whole damn institute to sleep.”

“We’re not talking about anyone else, angel,” Magnus said quietly. “We’re talking about you.”

Alec bit his lip, still not looking at Magnus.

“I couldn’t sleep, even if I wanted to,” he said finally. “I’ve tried. It’s too hard to sleep alone now, since I’ve gotten so used to sleeping with you.”

“So, we’re back to my original request,” Magnus concluded. “Come home, Alexander.”

Alec buried his face in his hands, which muffled his response. “I can’t. I can’t be that far away from my shadowhunters. If something happens, I need to be here. And things… keep happening. We’ve hardly had a full hour where the sensors haven’t been going off. We’re strained as it is. I can’t justify going home. I would never hear the end of it from the Inquisitor, who already doesn’t really like me. I’m sorry, Mags. I just can’t.”

Silence hung in the air. Alec was trembling, from stress, exhaustion, caffeine, and whatever he’d just subjected Magnus to. Of course, the warlock wasn’t going to hold  the outburst against him. He’d never seen Alec spread so thin. It was a wonder he hadn’t snapped before now.

“If you keep this up, Alexander,” Magnus said at last, voice still low, “you’re going to get sick. With so much stress and so little rest, your immune system is bound to fail. And when it does-” Alec looked up with an argumentative look in his eyes, “no don’t argue with me, you will get sick- and when you do, I will be taking you home, and keeping you there until you recover. So I suggest you try to get some sleep tonight.”

Alec just nodded, probably knowing there was no use in arguing. Instead, he dropped his head onto Magnus’ shoulder and let him rub his back.

* ~ * ~ * ~ *

After a lot of kissing and talking about their work, Magnus escorted his dearest to his room. He made Alec lay down and sat next to him for a moment, running his hand soothing through his boyfriend’s hair.

“I hate to leave you alone, darling,” Magnus murmured.

“I’ll come home just as soon as I can,” the boy muttered sleepily. “I promise.”

Magnus smiled. “I know you will.”

“Might even be tomorrow; things seem to be winding down.”

“That would be lovely,” Magnus admitted. “Here’s hoping. No demon attacks or angry downworlders tomorrow.”

Alec simply hummed in agreement, so Magnus took that as a cue that he was almost asleep, which meant the warlock should go.

Alec grabbed his hand though, as he started to get up.

“Stay with me,” he pouted. “Just til I’m asleep?”

Magnus could hardly deny such a sweet request from even sweeter lips.

“Of course, love,” Magnus said kissing his forehead.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

When Magnus finally made it home, he poured himself a drink, desperately trying to tell himself he wasn’t a hypocrite for making Alexander sleep when he had no intention of doing so himself. He simply couldn’t face another night in their bed without his angel. 

He took his drink to the balcony and watched the city streets below him.

Not long passed before he saw a group of young people dressed in all black and covered in runes running down the street. He sighed and texted Alec.

Saw some shadowhunters running down our street. Everything okay?

He didn’t expect a response, but one came several minutes later.

Fine. That’s the patrol switching out. One of the others got injured breaking up a territorial fight between vamps and wolves, so the whole team’s been called back.

Magnus sighed, and vowed to call Raphael as soon as he made sure Alec went back to bed.

Thought I saw Grant. He “greeted” me when I arrived this evening.

Makes since then, why Jace insisted I send him out. Something about him needing an attitude adjustment.

That made Magnus laugh. But then, a terrible thought occurred to him.

Does this ruin you coming home tomorrow?

There was another long wait for the reply.

No. Should still be okay to come home tomorrow night. Things are still on track for getting back to normal. Mind if I go back to sleep?

Of course not, as long as you dream of me.

Not even dream you can compare to the real thing.

Magnus smiled. He made an impulsive decision.

I’m taking you out tomorrow.

He had to wait for his answer, wondering if Alec had already fallen back asleep.

I’ll be in a meeting until 7:30.

That didn’t matter to Magnus. He had client requests he could work on until then. He walked inside, the idea of being able to bring his boyfriend home tomorrow driving the urge to be well rested and in top form. He undressed as he made his way o their room, crafting a response to Alec from the edge of their bed.

So I’ll pick you up at 8? ;)

Goodnight Magnus…

Not as good as tomorrow night’s going to be, Magnus thought.