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The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k

The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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The Chocobros React: You Murmur Their Name In Your Sleep


Another request! I’m honestly writing these much faster than I usually manage; I guess it’s because I’m so excited about running this blog haha
— Sky ヾ( ̄◇ ̄)ノ〃

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The evening had originally been full of plans; of things that you were initially going to do together—like go for a walk, buy some food, stuff like that. But then all of the night’s itinerary went straight out of the window when Noctis asked you if you’d like to have a nap. And who are you to say no to a nap when it’s with your favourite person? Obviously you immediately say yes.

And so, you stumbled to the bedroom together, sharing small smiles and preparing yourselves for what would most likely be the best sleep either of you had had in a while. In fact, spending this time with Noctis has so much of an affect on you that the world of languid sluggishness and darkness soon approaches with open arms, sweeping you into a world of sweet, sweet dreams. So sweet, in fact, that you begin to mumble certain incoherences in this clearly vivid dream. Noctis, who was just settling into the lull of sleep and the dark abyss that represent his dreams, heard your mumbles and shifted in order to hear them just that little bit better.

“Noctis..” A frustrated whine permeates the air around you as he begins to realise that you’re dreaming about him. The actual thought of it would almost be too endearing to handle, but he’d certainly manage, simply resolving to press closer against your side and welcome lethargy with newfound happiness.


It would have been a long day, full of tiresome activities—you’d gone on a hunt together, in fact. You’d had a close call with the goblins you’d been asked to take down, where a few of them had crowded around you and effectively cut you off from everyone else. Gladiolus had—of course—been quick to run to your aid, but you certainly didn’t leave that fight entirely unscathed.

You’d have finally got to a hotel in the early hours of the evening, in need of a bath and a comfortable bed to lay down upon. By the time your head hits the pillow, you’d be out like a light.

Gladiolus would take a bit longer to get to bed, the adrenaline rush that accompanied battles not quite having worn of yet (that, and the fact he’d still be a tad bitter about how everyone had denied his suggestion of going camping). But when he finally does gingerly attempt to get into bed beside you, he’d watch in horror as you turn over, small noises escaping your lips. He’d be surprised entirely when it’s his name you’re muttering amongst the cavern of sleep that surrounds you, he can’t help but smile. And would continue to smile right up until he falls asleep, because you’re just too darn cute for your own good, in all honesty.


WIth Ignis, you certainly wouldn’t intend to fall asleep—it would just happen; you’d be spending time together in silence as he reads a book and you lay down on the sofa, the perfect upside down view of him on display as you would lazily cast your gaze about the room. Until, suddenly, you find your eyelids drooping and sleep coming your way.

At first, he wouldn’t notice at all, completely content with his literature. But that’s until he spares a single glance in your direction and notes the fact that you’ve fallen away into a gentle slumber. He’d pay it no heed, deciding to once more return to his book and its fascinating plot line. But then you’d start mumbling something, which he can’t quite make out—oh. That’s his name. 

The smile that would light up Ignis’ face would be oddly dazzling as he listens to the way your velvety voice rings out despite the sleepiness tacked onto the sound in its rivulets of exhaustion. He’d decide to keep the knowledge of this single occurrence to himself, finding solace in the completely soft and captivating way you’d spoken.


Prompto would have taken you out for a whole day just to see the tourist attractions of the city you’d decided to visit. He’d spent practically twelve hours hanging off of your arm and pointing out different things, taking pictures as he usually would (you’d dreaded to think how many must have been of you).

Nonetheless, by the time you get back to your hotel, your feet ache, your stomach is full of the food you’d just had at a restaurant, and your arms are full of bags that you’d refused to let Prompto hold despite his constant offers. There is nothing you’d have liked more than sleep at that moment. And so, without so much as an enquiry sent Prompto’s way, you get changed into your nightshirt and get into bed. The boyfriend in question would spare just a second to look forlornly in your direction before settling in a chair and busying himself with going through the photos he’d taken during the day. 

He must have pent a good forty minutes absorbed in staring at that camera, because by the time he remembered to check on you and make sure you were comfortable, you had fallen asleep. After leaning down, Prompto pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before moving to stand back up. It’s within that moment that you’d opened your mouth to speak, a drowsy lilt to your slumber-cloaked voice. “Prompto,” You’d whispered, forcing a rush of heat to dash straight to his cheeks as a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He would have wished to capture that event within a photo, but alas, he understood that the memory of such a lovely thing would have to be enough.

anonymous asked:

hi!! how are you?? your writing is incredible!! i was wondering if you could do a scenario where jungkook falls for a very very shy girl?? or a drabble about what jungkook dating a shy girl would be like?? i'm a very shy jungkook stan so i always imagine what it's like for him to date someone shyer than himself. thank you!! i hope you're having a good day!! xx

and i hope you’ll like my writing too, knowing that rose truly was a lil bit gifted (lmao she’ll kill me). i chose to do a list type of thing because i’m not good with drabbles or scenarios. i might try to do a tiny drabble later, though. :3
i hope you enjoy this, anonie~

(it’s kind of short, sorry for that e_e)


  • first of all, only god knows how you two got together because he’s also a shy bean-
  • wait
  • what’s that sound…? 
  • oh
  • oh nO
  • ok i’m sorry
  • but really though, jungkook is a dipshit and the fact that you are shy would make his ego jump over the roof. someone should put him down that’s why i want him to get a confident girlfriend/boyfriend
  • but yeah back to the drabble
  • first of all (for real this time) jeon jungkook will tease the hell out of you
  • and not cute teasing
  • but annoying and stupid teasing
  • and sometimes he will hurt you by teasing you too much, but it’s okay, jungkook is also very sweet and caring, so he will comfort you and cuddle you and tell you cute things and he won’t tease you for a long time
  • i’m already weak hold me
  • enjoys watching you blush, so will do anything to witness you blushing
  • he will do things like “oh wow look at smol/tol you lemme just get real close so that i can look down at you/see if we are at eye level hah”
  • i hope god is on your side because the smirking galore is literally never ending and you might pass out 
  • i would pass out 
  • he??? smirks every time he catches you looking at him??? AND EVEN BEFORE HE TURNS TO LOOK AT YOU BC HE’S THE GOLDEN MAKNAE AND FEELS AND KNOWS EVERYTHING 
  • (i hate him)
  • will subtly try to feel you up in public and whispers dirty stuff in ur year and then laugh at flustered you (ONLY IF YOU’RE OK WITH THAT OF COURSE) 
  • if you were very shy outside too, don’t worry. he’ll order for you stuff and also pay :)
  • i’m in actual pain jesus christ 
  • he will find you cute nonetheless because he finds your shyness adorable and the faces you pull make his day and he’s fucking lame and whipped 
  • will make you tiny gifts just so he can see your reaction 
  • hopes that you will get over that shy state but doesn’t mind if you don’t
  • introduces you to his friends and when you act all cute he’s literally ‘awww'ing and pulling you into a side-hug, all bunny smile and shit 
  • if you are a smol he will stand tall when you want to kiss him that jerk 
  • if you are a toll then he would run away from you (like, in a playful way. probably wants you to see how shyness looks like idk he’s lame)
  • he’s melting for you anyway, doesn’t matter if you’re tol or smol, because you are so cute he thinks his heart will explode or implode or both when you act all shy and stuff and sometimes he wants to tell you that your cuteness makes his heart do the thing but even if he’s cocky nochu, he’s also shy 
  • like, he would convince you to cuddle, and when he pulled you closed you made this tiny giggle or hid your face in his chest or something and wow he’s in fucking lovE
  • don’t get me wrong 
  • he’ll be cocky like 80% of the day 
  • but he’s also sweet like 5% and memey 15% 
  • so he’s forgiven 
  • btw you either get that killer smirk or that big big big bunny smile but it’s good anyway i guess
  • god, please love him i swear he loves you even if he acts like an asshole he’s super cute and scared so protect that tiny lil human bean

sorry for being so aggressive but i get full of emotions when i write about kook and i wanna explode bc bruh he’s perfect wtf

~ admin alexa

Serving Sizes Are a Myth

Gen/Family Bonding
2242 Words
Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne 
AO3 Link
CEC Universe

Serving Sizes Are a Myth

The study is quiet when Stephanie Brown notices Damian Wayne standing in the doorway, looking in at her on the couch and Bruce leaning back in his office chair. Damian’s expression is hard to read, maybe boredom, and he observes them for a minute before speaking.

“I was instructed to inform you that it is dinner time,” Damian says.

“Ugh,” Stephanie says, slumping against the arm of the couch. “Hard pass, but thanks.”

“Tell Alfred we’re skipping dinner,” Bruce says.

There’s a flash of surprise on Damian’s face and then he asks, “Shall I tell him you are ill?”

“I already ate,” Stephanie says, sighing. “And now I’m sick.”

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Originally posted by ashtonxbts

Fuckboy!Jimin x reader

Word count: 13K

Angst, smut/ Soulmate AU, Frat boy AU

It was around the time warm layers between summer and fall melted the shades of orange cinnamon and green leaves together, days falling behind and time starts to pack up. School had started, drawing a line of students prepping and studying for future exams, overwhelming majority of the last month of break. A cool, succumbed breeze brushed by when she stepped into his life by a step into a small cafe, welcoming her with a genuine smile from ear to ear as he offered her to sit with him.

Little specks and smears of coffee stain the brown napkins, soaking up the sticky liquid as it absorbs into the thick sheet of tissue from her arm. Apologetic whines and hands caressing her wrist made her throw her head back and laugh at the sincerity of the boy holding the girl. She really thought it was just the smell of coffee draining into her head, blistering her cheeks from her unforgettable smiles and giggles that formed.

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Meet Me On The Equinox

Gerard! Where he is a vampire and she a witch. They fight and in some way becomes smut. I know, it’s a strange request hahah


I’m not going to lie…. I’m pretty pumped about this request. Anyways, I fiddled about with the prompt (as I’m not very good at writing like physical altercations…) but I think this turned out pretty well!

Also… I really liked writing these two… and I might have a few more ideas to write sequels for them??? If you guys are interested in that, I am more than happy to write them, so let me know! :) xx

I got kind of carried away, so this is about 7000 words… whoops.

Warnings: Supernatural Elements (no not that kind…), smut, bloodplay, a bit of dirty talk I suppose?

Weaving your way through the crowds, you swore under your breath, realizing that yet again you’d lost him. You’d been trailing him for nearly 10 years, and in that time you’d gotten close to catching him only a few times. For the past six months you had watched him, tracking him down to New York, learning his daily… or rather nightly routine.

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s i l l a g e | pt. three

Pairing: Reader / Jeon Jeongguk.

Genre: Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

Count: 5,769 words.

Warnings: Smut, but not explicit. Mild violence.

The house is quiet, and when the house is quiet, Jeongguk and his mother like to sit on the back porch and feel the warm breeze tickle their skin. Today, the sky is completely clear of any white, just a blanket of pure blue that hosts the sun who watches them in all of its golden might from above. Their half empty glasses of ice cold lemonade perspire, sweating under the intense gaze of heat, sticking lemony sweetness to the backs of their throats in a taste that Jeongguk associated with summer, and his mother associated with a moment of peace, of how things are supposed to be. The grass smells of lime and dirt, and life is splendid, for most.

“Mum, what if I never meet my soulmate?”

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Halloween Is Coming

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Reader gender: Female

Summary: Part 2 of I Think We’re Gonna Like It Here

Warnings: Angst, major character death (canon). I feel like this isn’t what people were expecting from a part 2…

A/N: Finally got round to writing this! Hope you like it!

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Originally posted by relationshipaims

(Not my gifs)

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anonymous asked:

Admin AJ would you do a Suga smut where he is your boss and he treats you very harsh, and you think he hates you, but the truth is he has the biggest crush on you since you first entered his company?

hey guys, i love you! enjoy!

Originally posted by jinful

I  Quit

Warnings: Smut, swearing, and suggestive language.

“That’s it. That’s the last straw.” You complain to your coworker as you return to you desk.

She snickers a bit and raises in eyebrow in wait for your explanation.

“He did it again! He makes me come up with a new proposal every fucking week, and then throws it out before I even have the chance to get out the actual idea!”

“Are you talking about Yoongi again?” She huffs, annoyed, “Cut it out. You said you were done last week and yet… You’re still here! Everyone knows you aren’t going anywhere so cop a squat and finish some work.”

You pout and turn towards your computer screen. Sure you said you were through plenty of times before, but this time was different. From the moment you came to work at the company your boss has been a complete asshole. First he treated you as his secretary, and when you politely explained to him that the task he had you performing where not part of your job description, he began taking you work a lot less serious… Which says a lot because he didn’t take you seriously at all before.This was absolutely the last straw. 

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DΞΔN  - D (half moon) [3]

My mind is clouded by thoughts of you
My heart is messed up
I shouldn’t be like this just because you’re not here

But I keep rewinding back to that time

I can see the night sky from places you used to be

The half moon in the sky is a reflection of me
Just by looking into your eyes all my emptiness will disappear

I’ll be filled with longing after these boring days pass by
We used to joke around and call each other “one”

But you are you and I am I
I didn’t know it would become this clear
Having time apart to think and the feeling that time ran out
Time will pass by, but we can’t even say “come back”

There was not much of a difference. The air was the same. From the same bed to the same ceiling that you saw. Everything was still the same, but for some reason it felt oddly empty. You spaced out for hours, just day dreaming while you lay on your bed motionless. At first you thought it was only hunger, so you walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, in search for something to eat. You took out the left over food from yesterday and warmed it up in the microwave.

But even with a full stomach, you didn’t feel full. You tried to ignore that feeling and turned on the TV in order to distract yourself. You flipped through the channels, but there wasn’t anything you wanted to watch. There was no point. It was useless.

You missed him and you wanted him to be next to you. You longed to lie in his strong arms while he brushed his finger through your hair. You wanted to feel his gentle kisses and tender touches. 

It wouldn’t feel so empty if he was here with you. You were sure of that. But it wasn’t physically possible. You two were more than miles apart. You were on entirely different continents, separated by the Pacific Ocean. He was in Los Angeles, to work on his music. It was his first studio session in a foreign country. You were his number one fan and you fully supported every decision he made in his musical career. You were the one who encouraged him to take on this challenge. Yet, at the same time, you wished he would pay a little bit more attention to you.

However, you know you weren’t the only one wishing for these boring days to pass by quickly so you could see him again. He missed you just as much as you did. And it was hard for him too, to be apart from you for such a long time.

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Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me, it belongs to the lovely person who made it ________________________________________________________________

Your name: submit What is this?

Dear whom it may concern,

Congratulations, you have been selected to serve your country一

Michael couldn’t read the rest. He just couldn’t. The words blurred together into a shaded mist as tears built up in his eyes. He ran the tip of his finger over the seal indented in the top right corner of the thick paper. That’s what made it real for him. That emblem assured him that it wasn’t one of his buddy’s playing a trick on him. This was really happening; and the thought made his heart break. He was going to be shipped off to a foreign place, leaving Y/N behind to fend for herself. They had only been married for a week, and their living arrangement wasn’t necessarily safe, speaking that they didn’t have much of a combined income. He knew she was fully capable of taking care of herself, but he couldn’t help but worry that something would happen to her.

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In Sickness and In Health (Part 4 of 4, COMPLETE)

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng x Chat Noir, Marinette x Adrien
Rating: Teen
Words: 11153

Read on AO3
Part One  Part Two  Part Three

It is done. @outsidethecavern @arejayelle @panda013 and everyone else who is interested!

“Did you see the video from that akuma attack last night?”

Alya’s voice echoes down the hallway, loud enough to be heard before Adrien even reaches the classroom. He smiles at that - the infamous Ladyblogger didn’t seem to have an off switch, even at seven in the morning. It was as strange as it was heartening, having such a big fan of him and Ladybug sat right behind him in class.

“You know I didn’t, Alya,” a voice pipes up. Marinette.

Adrien can’t tell if he should speed up or slow down. Seeing Marinette’s face (always painted pink when she looks at him, Adrien) is a compelling reason to enter class, but at the same time, he’s curious to hear what the two girls have to say about Ladybug and (hopefully) her dashing partner. It’s early, the hallways mostly empty of anyone who might question why he’s lingering outside of the classroom. He waits.

“I still don’t get why you’re not all about Ladybug and Chat Noir,” Alya huffs, “They’re pretty much the two coolest people ever.”

Marinette laughs heartily. He can practically envision her rolling her eyes - she’s preternaturally good at amused indignance. “It’s not that I don’t care about them,” she says, “It’s just that I’ve got enough on my plate without obsessing over two spandex superhumans, unlikesomeone I know…”

There’s more laughter, and a brief scuffle Adrien can only assume is some kind of play fight. When their giggles die down, Marinette speaks again. “Okay, fine, show me the video.”

“I knew I’d win you over, girl,” Alya says.

“Yeah, yeah…”

At this point, Adrien’s looming is bordering on creepy, but he hasn’t gotten caught yet. As devoid of people as the school is, Adrien has to guess that the flu is still running rampant. It’s currently proving to work to his advantage. From the classroom drift the tinny sounds of screams and rumbling. Last night’s akuma hadn’t been particularly difficult for him and Ladybug to take down, but it had certainly put on quite the show.

“Did you see that?” Alya exclaims, “Look at Ladybug’s sick move there with the street sign! Her reflexes have got to be amazing.”

“But did you see Chat’s dodge there? He not only managed disarm the akuma, but open up an attack for Ladybug and avoid getting hit. That’s really impressive.”

The warmth and pride that radiates from her voice nearly does him in then and there. Adrien wants to see her face, see how she watches him on the screen of Alya’s phone. He makes up his mind and enters the classroom.

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A Midsummer Blight’s Dream: Chapter Three

A Dragon Age Modern Theatre AU: When Redcliffe Community Theatre suddenly loses its director for their staging of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Garrett Hawke talks his cousin, Mira Amell, into helping save the production.

AO3 Link | Chapter Masterpost | Later chapters will be marked nsfw.

Warden & Alistair Theirin | Inquisitor & Cullen Rutherford

Banner Art by @captainceranna & Chapter Art by @oblivionscribe  ❤️

Chapter Three: 8 Weeks Before Opening Night - Part 2

Alistair awoke that morning feeling less troubled than he had since Duncan left.  The imaginary weight that had been resting on his shoulders, the worry that had come with the thought that he would be the one to make things work until there was something presentable to paying audiences, lifted.  

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Original request: Hi! This is my first request and I love your blog🙈 can I please get a scenario between Suga &the reader, the reader is the same age as Suga; &Suga is in love with the reader, wants to be with her, & is trying to convince her but she keeps holding back because, even though she loves him, she has trust issues and can’t believe he loves her and is scared to get hurt. You pick the ending😁 Also some sexual tension at certain points please☺️, but mostly uber fluffy😁 sorry if I’m asking too much🙈

Genre: Fluffy angst

Word count: 1872

“Just one date.”

“Why are you so insistent?”

“Come on! One date isn’t going to kill you.”

“I think it just might.”

“Stop being dramatic. I’ll take you out for a movie and dinner, no funny business. Sound good?”

“If I say yes will you stop bugging me?”



“Great! Pick you up at 2.”

Why had I agreed to such a ludicrous idea? Sure, Yoongi was a cool guy I guess. He’s reserved but sometimes spontaneous, quiet but sometimes loud, serious but sometimes funny. Yoongi really is good guy, despite his seemingly rough outer exterior. To others, his epidermis may have looked as rough as cacti, it’s prickly spines jutting out as a warning to those who dared to challenge it, but in reality Yoongi’s skin was more like a soft teddy bear’s, warm and fresh as a mother pulls it out of a dryer and gives it back to her young child, who waited patiently and eagerly for his little companion to emerge from his bath and be revived from the days of being dragged around the sandbox and getting unidentifiable sludge in its fur.

It wasn’t a weird thing to go on a date, to be pampered by the possibly one person who would ever treat your body like the temple it was. It wasn’t a weird thing to love and desire to be loved, to be engulfed in a passion so fiery anyone who tried to interfere would get third-degree burns.

It was all so normal; nothing was out of the ordinary in any of this. Despite it, I couldn’t find myself feeling okay with it, distancing myself more at the thought of anyone ever loving me. Why me? I wasn’t necessarily pretty, talented, charismatic. Was it all just a hoax? Was he just fulfilling a dare? That made more sense. Why would he be into me anyway?

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falling in love

○ pairing: hoseok | reader
○ genre: fluff
words: 2,901
○ warnings: none

a/n: hello again, i really hope you enjoy this! there wasn’t really any storyline – i just typed what i felt like typing, so sorry if it’s a bit choppy[?]. nonetheless, i’m in the mood for [love] writing, so enjoy!
any feedback is highly appreciated!

The pitter-patter of rain upon the windshield distracted you from the onslaught of the harsh air. Clasping your hands together, you sat; legs crossed and hands to your mouth, hoping for any sort of warmth to envelop you. A chuckle appeared from the boy sitting beside you, also trying to warm himself up and you stuck out your tongue out at him.

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Nights at the Trader’s.1

Characters: Alec Hardy x Hannah Baxter ; Ellie Miller, Paul Coates, Ben, Bambi, Duncan. 

Genre: Film Noir AU; Broadchurch x Secret diary of a call girl xover

Rating: Adult

Summary: London, 1951. Hardy has recently moved to the city and is staying at The Trader’s Inn, a seedy hotel on the bad side of town. He’s a by-the-book cop and prides himself on being more upstanding than most of his colleagues. Until Duncan approaches him with an interesting offer: his mistress, Hannah, has gone missing, and he’s willing to pay the DI a lot of money in exchange for his collaboration and discretion. With the help of his resourceful secretary, Mrs. Miller, he will uncover truths that threaten his own secrets.

TW: lots of smoking and drinking (as per the genre)

A/N: Duncan was Hannah’s editor and boyfriend, he was played by James D’Arcy

Many thanks to the brilliant fadewithfury for the beta.

Catch up here or on Ff.net or on  Ao3

June 1951

London. What a city for Detective Inspector Alec Hardy to waste away the rest of his days, solving petty crimes and drinking too much. He enjoyed its rudeness and its anonymity. He liked the way it had rebuilt itself after the war, a brand new London, but its scars still shone.

His eyes unfocused, and he caught his own reflection on the glass pane: unkempt hair, stubbly cheeks and sunken eyes. What a sight.

A sharp whistle caught his attention, and he looked down at a group of bobbies on the sidewalk. They were having a smoke and cat-calling women passing by. A strong blast of wind ruffled the ladies’ dresses, and they looked up as the sky resonated with ominous thunder. Pedestrians ran amok, seeking shelter before the storm broke. Lightening flashed, a brief warning before the rain.

In another office, someone had left the radio on. The staccato of fat drops against glass complimented the melody weaving its way through the empty second floor of the police station.

Hardy’s eyes darted to the drawer where he kept a flask of whisky— Glengoyne, from his hometown— but he decided against it.

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Thoughts on Food Coding or Why Food=Sex metaphor doesn’t work well in some cases.

The idea of this *sort of* meta came up to my mind in late 2014 right after I’ve got to know about drinking code and food=sex metaphor. And while drinking code started making a perfect sense only when @thepineapplering classified all the drinks by their meanings (before that people believed that all alcohol drinks were a metaphor for sex or romance), I still couldn’t cope with times when food=sex metaphor seemed a bit inappropriate.  

My thoughts wouldn’t go further if I didn’t pay attention to one very blatant and obvious thing, which at first might seem as something that has been brought in the show for no reason at all. This is Mycroft’s ‘obsession’ with losing weight (i.e restriction of food consuming) and, what’s more important, Sherlock’s constant comments on that (honestly, this subject deserves a stand alone meta). If you think about it for a minute and remember all of the times we hear about his diet, it becomes clear that this wasn’t put there simply as a joke. So at that moment I saw a pattern – Mycroft limits his food consumption on the everyday basis, while Sherlock «doesn’t eat while working». So what can dissatract Sherlock while he’s on a case? What can be dangerous for his “utility”? The answer is pretty obvious – feelings and sentiment. I specifically want to point out, that it’s not only about romantic relationship or intimacy, but ANY sort of attachment (friendship etc.). So what might we deduce from that fact? In this show food = *any sort of* feelings. From this moment you should read the word “food” as the word “feelings” to avoid any misinterpretations.

Oh boy, this is going to be a long post.

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Here is my Smutty Valentine’s Day Edition Scenarios

Scenario: You lovebirds are at a restaurant ;)

Word Count: 1257

A/N: Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it cause boy did I like writing this. Please also check out the member’s Valentine’s Day Edition (most smut and fluff)


If you could actually harm the boy next to you with your glare, you would. You wanted to scream at him for doing this to you, for fuck sakes, doing this to you in front of your parents. In the middle of a high-class restaurant, he  just couldn’t keep his goddamn hands to himself.

“Fuck you Park Jimin.” You hissed, digging your nails into his muscular thigh as your parents were distracted ordering the wine for the evening.

“Oh babydoll, I sure hope you do.” His voice was already a few octave deeper than usual, making you slick with his voice alone. Jimin saw the tightening of your thighs and knew you were completely under his control.

“So how are you two love birds doing? It is the day of love after all!” Your mum innocently drank from her glass of wine, completely oblivious to the situation you were currently in.

“We are doing incredible Mrs. Y/L/N.” Jimin’s hands shoved themselves between yours crossed legs, trying so desperately to keep his talented fingers away from your wetting core. You don’t even have the slightest clue as to how you were suppose to keep from crying out his name in public if he was to fulfill his desire to finger-fuck you in the middle of dinner. With your parents right in front you. “You have no idea how much I love your daughter,” he smiled, feigning a childlike innocence, while his fingers began massaging circles in your inner thighs, so agonizingly close to where you didn’t want him to be, but at the same you did.

“You better be treating my daughter right, Jimin.” You dad cocked his eyebrows up as you quickly interjected, “Dad…”

“Oh i sure hope I’m treating your daughter right. The last thing I want in this world is to mistreat her. She is everything to me.” Him and his damn double meanings, while you parents were left in the dark, your pulsing body knew exactly what he meant. His fingers were now closer to your heated core and Jimin could feel the heat emitting from you. It took every ounce of control within him to not just thrust his thick fingers into you and make you moan his name.

“What has gotten into you?” You were beginning to contemplate whether or not you should just beg him to stop the deliciously invading touches he was giving you.

“You really have no idea how amazing and stunning you look tonight. I mean you look absolutely breathtaking on a daily basis, but that dress. I have never ever made a better investment than that dress you are wearing right now.” His whispered back to you. It was only him that can still make your heart skip a beat during a sensual moment like this with his loving words.

“And what would you like tonight miss?” The waiter redirected his attention to you as you looked back completely lost because you’ve been paying close attention to the fingers that were now pushing your delicate panties to the side rather than the blurring menu in front of you.

“Umm…” You groaned, covering your whiney whimpers with a cough.

“She’ll have the steak special paired with the red wine.” Jimin took over your supposed order, your forehead was now slightly damp with sweat and against your hand. Trying your best to cover up your obvious aroused expression.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay?” Your mum was worried now, trying to get a better look at you. You weakly looked up, face flushed for an entirely different and immoral reason.

“She was feeling a bit lightheaded before this dinner, but she did not want to miss a night out with her parents.” His long fingers were now thrusting you in different rhythms, matching the dinner blues that were playing on stage in a mellow manner. It was excruciatingly slow, every entrance of his fingers were felt by your overly sensitive folds. You sent a sideward look of defeat, chewing onto your bottom lips as your breathing became more and more unstable.

“I’m fine mum. I’m sure some wine would calm my nerves down.” You managed to whisper out, taking deep breaths as slow as you could right now. His intense provocations were driving you over the edge, every plunge of his fingers rammed against your sweet spot and at moments of rests, you felt yourself senselessly rocking yourself against him and grinding your sensitive nub upon his palm.

Muffled conversation continued between the boy next to you and your parents, all the while you were withering weakly under his mind-numbing stimulations. Your body was tense, rigid, but your legs were quivering and the only thing you could focus on was your breathing. Trying to keep it slow and silent. If it wasn’t for the quiet commotions throughout the restaurant, you were more than positive that your parents would have heard your wanton moans. The soft clinks of plates shifted your attention towards the waiter who was gently placing the entrees onto the table, but Jimin didn’t like your change in concentration. He wanted you to only focus on his longing to make you unravel all over his hand.

“Here babe, have some wine.” He placed the glass against your bitten lips, watching the bittersweet liquid travel down your throat, where he wished to suck on until purple bruises began to appear faintly, marking you taken by him. The mixture between his fervid rubs on your bud, deep strokes, and the wine was intoxicating your mind. It only amplified his arousals ever more, making you delirious and hungry for a whole different type of sustenance. The erotic burn began to grow inside you, you couldn’t hear anything else but your breathing weakening, your tongue tasted the iron droplets that were surfacing from your harshly bitten lips.

“Oh sweetheart your lips are bleeding!” You heard mum exclaimed somewhere in the background, but nonetheless, you released a faint lewd cry as you reached the climatic peak, leaving only Jimin to know the source of your sound.

“I really think I should take her home Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N.” Jimin slipped his sticky digits out of your drenched center, causing you to release another whimper, feeling so lost and empty with him. Your body was exhausted, the effort to keep your cries down was taking its toll on you. Limply laying against Jimin’s body, he dipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked on it, pretending to be tasting the sauce that was swirling on his plate of food.

“Now that is one good seasoned sauce.” He groaned, your insides trembled knowing that it was you he was sucking off his dripped digits in front your unconscious parents.

“Please take care of her, Jimin.” Your father sounded worried, but the way Jimin’s hands were tightly gripping your waist didn’t give your mind much space to care about your parent’s concern.

“Don’t worry sir, I will take good care of her.” Dragging out good with only you hearing the hidden meaning, you wanted to make sure he wasn’t getting anything tonight, knowing the control he had one you… You shook away all your dignity, prepared to completely surrender your body to his doing.

“Now where were we.” He growled, as the frosty evening air chilled your fiery skin. You mind could not even fathom the anticipation your body was going through. He drove you mad.


Happy Valentine’s Day to me. Hope you all enjoyed reading it and please check out my other scenarios for Valentine’s Day on my Masterlist xx

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Castle Fanfic: Chef’s Special 1/1

Chef’s Special

Rating: T

Category: Season 2 AU - set between Food to Die For and Overkill, Caskett

Notes: This little plot bunny popped into my head the other day and wouldn’t let me rest until I took care of it. Hopefully it’ll be enjoyed as much as I enjoyed writing it.

“Sorry, Becks, it’s insane at the restaurant tonight and I can’t get away. We’ll do dinner another time, okay? Sorrreeee.”


Same old Maddie. All over the place and always ready with a reason to bail. It’s like high school all over again, only now instead of being the girl who’d been ditched just before prom because her friend was asked out by the boy they’d both liked, Kate’s left standing in the waiting area of a brand new, swanky, five-star restaurant.

Yeah, thanks a lot, Maddie.

She turns to leave. She’s thirty years old; she can do better than revisiting her teenage insecurities at the hands of her former best friend.

Another message pops up on her phone as she sidesteps a couple that apparently thinks they own the entire walkway. Blondie sends a withering look her way; classy, lady, classy. Kate’s the bigger person, though, and doesn’t trip the woman.

“I kept the reservation, though! And it’s on me, whatever you’d like. Please stay and tell me how it is?”


Dining alone, that sounds appealing. That’s something she can do while wearing sweatpants. It involves her couch and a book, too, not a too-fancy restaurant and snobby people. Sorry Maddie, the couch wins.

“Miss Beckett?”

Kate stops again, wondering why the maî·tre d’ is asking for her. The reservation is in Maddie’s name.

“Miss Queller asked that we show you to your table, if you’re ready.”

“I, ah,” she hedges, biting her lip quickly. Well, she did get dressed up. And it is a meal on Madison’s dime… “Yes, yes I am. Thank you.”

So she holds her chin high and follows the head waiter. Maybe it won’t be so bad. They seem to be heading to a quiet part of the restaurant, maybe no one will notice that her friend flaked and left her eating alone.

It isn’t until the slim man leads her to a table in the back corner of the dining room that she realizes she doesn’t have to worry about being alone. The table isn’t empty. To make matters worse, she recognizes that jacket, those broad shoulders, the close-cropped hair at the back of his neck.


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