Domesticity Meme
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catko...where we were given meme-like questions for our favorite ships. I made my answers into little drabbles...
Castle Beckett + 6 // who steals the covers at night?
Russ/Holly (Battle Creek) -> 20 // who apologizes first after a fight?
"What's wrong with you? Expecting bad news?" Milt looked over at Russ, slumped in the passenger seat, staring at his phone. "No. Maybe," Russ muttered. They drove in silence for a few minutes, then Russ said, "Thing is, Holly and me, we got in a fight last night. And since we're goddam long distance, it's not like I can walk in the office and, you know, bring doughnuts to make it up to her."
"Doughnuts? Really? Does that really work? Has that ever worked" Milt looked incredulous.
"It's not about the doughnuts, Milt. It's about getting in first. Making the first gesture, you know. Without having to actually say it. But being so far away...." Russ fingered his phone and stared out the window.
"Then just call her. Say it. Tell her you're sorry. Be a man, man."
Russ cocked an eye at him, shrugged, and started punching in numbers.
Castle Beckett + 6 // who steals the covers at night?
"Honey, I'm home!" Castle sang out as he wrestled simultaneously with the door handle, getting his key out of the lock, and the large, bulky package in his arms.
"You're never going to get tired of that old chestnut, are you?'" Beckett circled the counter on her way out of the kitchen, wielding a dish towel in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. "And what on earth have you got there?" She walked up to him for a kiss.
"No, I'm not, never, and a new comforter," he responded, leaning in for the kiss and dropping the package on the couch.
"Castle, why? We have more, and fancier, bedding than I've ever seen in my life. Why something new?"
"Because, my beloved, you hog the covers. Like, every night, winter or summer. So rather than start a marital incident--" he waggled his eyebrows "--I decided to pack a standby, just in case I need it."
Beckett looked surprised. "Castle, hey, I'm sorry, I never knew. Why didn't you tell me? Or wake me up and grab them back?" Castle grinned fondly. "Because every time I try to, one look at your gorgeous sleeping face and I can't bring myself to disturb you. Then I'm reminded of how eternally grateful to have you in my life, and in my sheets. So, what's a little shivering, compared to that?" With that, he pulled her into a hug.
Willow/Oz--5 // who pays for dinner?
"Uh." Oz stared into the wallet in his hands and looked stricken. "What, sweetie?" Willow took the last sip of her soda and looked concerned. "Well, you know I said this was my treat. But..." He turned the empty wallet toward her. "Aw don't worry, I got this," chirped Willow. She reached for her purse as Oz groaned. "Yeah, but I feel bad. Like, you paid last time, too."
"Hey, I get it. You're a starving musician, and I'm a well-heeled math tutor. Right now. At some point, when you're rich and famous, and I'm just a hanger-on, you can pay for everything." Oz shrugged grudgingly, but one look at her glowing face cheered him up, and he reached for her hand.
Zoe/Walsh + 2 // who is the early bird/night owl?
8 // who kissed who first?
"Noooo, it can't be time already!" Zoe moaned and buried deeper into the covers. "Yes, yes, sweetcheeks, indeed it is," said Wash brightly, as he hopped out of bed and flung the covers off of his wife.
"Stop, noooo, why...."
"Why? Because we have a job to do, and gotta load up the Mule, and ..."
"No, I mean, WHY are you so damn chipper in the morning. Someone as lazy as you, it's unnatural."
Wash considered for a moment and plopped down on the bed next to her. "Dunno, always been like this. Made it a lot easier during Pilot School, lotsa early mornings there. And you, I'd think you--" poking his wife's hip-- "what with your military background and all, expect you'd be more of an early bird."
Zoe cracked an eye at him. "Wasn't that kind of military," she murmured. "Mostly night fighting, anyway, suited me just fine." She pulled the blankets up under her chin and stared truculently at the beaming man above her. "Ugh, if I'd known you were like this, I'd never have married you."
"If I wasn't like this, we might never have been married," Wash said preeningly. "After all, if I hadn't woken you up to see the dawn that time on Perseus, grabbed you for that first kiss...who knows?" He looked down at her, lost in the memory. She grinned and pressed her advantage. "Okay, I'll give you that. If you'll give me just 20 minutes more to wake up."
He laughed and patted her head. "Go ahead, my love. I'll get everything set up and meet you in the hold." He bent down for a quick kiss then swung his way up out of their bunk.
Xander/Cordy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) + 19 // who is more likely to use pet names?:
"Heyyy, how's my little Princess?" purred Xander as he snaked his arm around Cordelia's waist. "My cheerleading kitten, my lovely loony lady?"
Cordy looked askance even as she allowed herself to be cuddled close. "What's with all these terms of endearment, Harris. You do know who you're talking to, don't you?"
"Sure I do, my raven-haired wonder, my tiger in a tank." Xander nibbled on her ear, ans whispered, "Don't you have any pet names for me?" Cordy pulled back a bit as she considered. "Well...I used to refer to you as Xander 'I'm as Stupid As I Look' Harris," she admitted.
Even this couldn't ruin Xander's mood, wrapped as he was in the brunette beauty's arms. "Fine, fine, we'll dispense with the pet names. Let's just let our actions do the talking."
Mycroft/Lestrade (Sherlock BBC) + 8 // who kissed who first?
Lestrade snuck a glance at his watch: 15 more minutes until Sherlock was supposed to meet them here at the Diogenes. And until then, nothing to do but sip his Scotch--albeit highly superior Scotch, no complaint there--and sneak glances at man in the armchair next to him, who was holding The Times and appeared to be regarding it seriously.
Nothing to do but try to relax in a stuffy, no-talking-allowed gentlemen's club, and tamp down what was becoming an intense attraction to, of all people, said newspaper-reader, Mycroft Holmes. Lestrade sincerely had no idea where the attraction came from, or when it had taken hold, but it was real, right enough, and it was all he could do to stop from...
He snuck another glance and froze, as his eyes caught Mycroft's and they gazed at each other in shocked suspension. Then, wonder of all wonders, he saw Mycroft's tongue flick out over his lips, and, throwing caution to the wind, he moved on his impulse and swept in for a kiss.
Kennex/Dorian + 12 // who does most of the cleaning?
"You're never going to get tired of that old chestnut, are you?'" Beckett circled the counter on her way out of the kitchen, wielding a dish towel in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other. "And what on earth have you got there?" She walked up to him for a kiss.
"No, I'm not, never, and a new comforter," he responded, leaning in for the kiss and dropping the package on the couch.
"Castle, why? We have more, and fancier, bedding than I've ever seen in my life. Why something new?"
"Because, my beloved, you hog the covers. Like, every night, winter or summer. So rather than start a marital incident--" he waggled his eyebrows "--I decided to pack a standby, just in case I need it."
Beckett looked surprised. "Castle, hey, I'm sorry, I never knew. Why didn't you tell me? Or wake me up and grab them back?" Castle grinned fondly. "Because every time I try to, one look at your gorgeous sleeping face and I can't bring myself to disturb you. Then I'm reminded of how eternally grateful to have you in my life, and in my sheets. So, what's a little shivering, compared to that?" With that, he pulled her into a hug.
Willow/Oz--5 // who pays for dinner?
"Uh." Oz stared into the wallet in his hands and looked stricken. "What, sweetie?" Willow took the last sip of her soda and looked concerned. "Well, you know I said this was my treat. But..." He turned the empty wallet toward her. "Aw don't worry, I got this," chirped Willow. She reached for her purse as Oz groaned. "Yeah, but I feel bad. Like, you paid last time, too."
"Hey, I get it. You're a starving musician, and I'm a well-heeled math tutor. Right now. At some point, when you're rich and famous, and I'm just a hanger-on, you can pay for everything." Oz shrugged grudgingly, but one look at her glowing face cheered him up, and he reached for her hand.
Zoe/Walsh + 2 // who is the early bird/night owl?
8 // who kissed who first?
"Noooo, it can't be time already!" Zoe moaned and buried deeper into the covers. "Yes, yes, sweetcheeks, indeed it is," said Wash brightly, as he hopped out of bed and flung the covers off of his wife.
"Stop, noooo, why...."
"Why? Because we have a job to do, and gotta load up the Mule, and ..."
"No, I mean, WHY are you so damn chipper in the morning. Someone as lazy as you, it's unnatural."
Wash considered for a moment and plopped down on the bed next to her. "Dunno, always been like this. Made it a lot easier during Pilot School, lotsa early mornings there. And you, I'd think you--" poking his wife's hip-- "what with your military background and all, expect you'd be more of an early bird."
Zoe cracked an eye at him. "Wasn't that kind of military," she murmured. "Mostly night fighting, anyway, suited me just fine." She pulled the blankets up under her chin and stared truculently at the beaming man above her. "Ugh, if I'd known you were like this, I'd never have married you."
"If I wasn't like this, we might never have been married," Wash said preeningly. "After all, if I hadn't woken you up to see the dawn that time on Perseus, grabbed you for that first kiss...who knows?" He looked down at her, lost in the memory. She grinned and pressed her advantage. "Okay, I'll give you that. If you'll give me just 20 minutes more to wake up."
He laughed and patted her head. "Go ahead, my love. I'll get everything set up and meet you in the hold." He bent down for a quick kiss then swung his way up out of their bunk.
Xander/Cordy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer) + 19 // who is more likely to use pet names?:
"Heyyy, how's my little Princess?" purred Xander as he snaked his arm around Cordelia's waist. "My cheerleading kitten, my lovely loony lady?"
Cordy looked askance even as she allowed herself to be cuddled close. "What's with all these terms of endearment, Harris. You do know who you're talking to, don't you?"
"Sure I do, my raven-haired wonder, my tiger in a tank." Xander nibbled on her ear, ans whispered, "Don't you have any pet names for me?" Cordy pulled back a bit as she considered. "Well...I used to refer to you as Xander 'I'm as Stupid As I Look' Harris," she admitted.
Even this couldn't ruin Xander's mood, wrapped as he was in the brunette beauty's arms. "Fine, fine, we'll dispense with the pet names. Let's just let our actions do the talking."
Mycroft/Lestrade (Sherlock BBC) + 8 // who kissed who first?
Lestrade snuck a glance at his watch: 15 more minutes until Sherlock was supposed to meet them here at the Diogenes. And until then, nothing to do but sip his Scotch--albeit highly superior Scotch, no complaint there--and sneak glances at man in the armchair next to him, who was holding The Times and appeared to be regarding it seriously.
Nothing to do but try to relax in a stuffy, no-talking-allowed gentlemen's club, and tamp down what was becoming an intense attraction to, of all people, said newspaper-reader, Mycroft Holmes. Lestrade sincerely had no idea where the attraction came from, or when it had taken hold, but it was real, right enough, and it was all he could do to stop from...
He snuck another glance and froze, as his eyes caught Mycroft's and they gazed at each other in shocked suspension. Then, wonder of all wonders, he saw Mycroft's tongue flick out over his lips, and, throwing caution to the wind, he moved on his impulse and swept in for a kiss.
Kennex/Dorian + 12 // who does most of the cleaning?
Ah this is a tough one, can't quite squeeze out a drabble. Dorian is more efficient at cleaning, but Kennex feels sensitive about letting him do too many of the home chores; too stereotypical, almost offensive. But little does he know that Dorian sweeps in (literally) behind him, since he can't stop himself, and he is touched by Kennex's sensitivity in this way.
Russ/Holly (Battle Creek) -> 20 // who apologizes first after a fight?
"What's wrong with you? Expecting bad news?" Milt looked over at Russ, slumped in the passenger seat, staring at his phone. "No. Maybe," Russ muttered. They drove in silence for a few minutes, then Russ said, "Thing is, Holly and me, we got in a fight last night. And since we're goddam long distance, it's not like I can walk in the office and, you know, bring doughnuts to make it up to her."
"Doughnuts? Really? Does that really work? Has that ever worked" Milt looked incredulous.
"It's not about the doughnuts, Milt. It's about getting in first. Making the first gesture, you know. Without having to actually say it. But being so far away...." Russ fingered his phone and stared out the window.
"Then just call her. Say it. Tell her you're sorry. Be a man, man."
Russ cocked an eye at him, shrugged, and started punching in numbers.
