@chasingawaythefoosa wanted a chef au. Part of my series of tropey fics that I’m currently working on (open for more prompts for a little longer).
I got totally carried away and this ended up 4.7k. Oops.
Killian Jones had a lazy smirk, perfectly disheveled hair, questionably tight dark jeans and a way of undressing you with his eyes that was all too appealing when one’s guard was down. Not that Emma Swan ever let her guard down around him. From the moment she met him she saw him for what he was: an arrogant skirt chaser who was also chasing her job.
When Archie Hopper, head chef and owner of ‘Archibald’s’ had announced that he would be taking on a another sous chef, Emma had been furious. She’d spent three years working her ass off to climb the hierarchy at Boston’s best French restaurant, sacrificing anything resembling a social life to achieve her dream of culinary success. Six months ago when she had been promoted to second in command she’d been elated.
The next step would be her own kitchen. She knew if she continued to show her dedication that Archie would notice; he’d already hinted about opening another restaurant and she knew she had a shot at the head chef position.
But when Archie had formally revealed the opening of another outlet on the other side of town, instead of looking to hire (or promote) another executive chef, he instead employed a second sous chef to work at the original restaurant and began to split his time between the two businesses. Which was completely demoralizing when she was the one who should be in charge. To make matters worse her new ‘co-chef’ (as Archie had called them) was an arrogant Brit who thought he knew everything about French cuisine;‘I’m European, darling,” he would drawl. In addition, he was an incorrigible flirt and he spent far too much time with the waitresses - and waiters.
You were in your room putting on your shadowhunter gear. You were so
excited, it had been a long time since you went on a mission. You had been
training hard the whole time. Last time you went on a mission, you had to stay
behind Alec the whole time, while Isabelle went beside you with her whip ready.
Jace was walking in the front with Clary, making sure every corner was free. And
yet you still got bitten by a scorpios demon.
(L: Gallant, Tablo, Eric Nam & T. Accord | A&C: Lophiile)
[T] You got me feeling like
Ohh You get me liftin like..
[G] these flies on my window are winners in a losing game
dip duck roll and hover they barely see a season change while you and me live like birds on a power line, hands slipping and our fingers fried, god bless those northern lights and our own devices babe– entropy multiplies, clock’s ticking and i’m mortified cause in the back of my mind, in the back of my hemisphere:
[G] baby i want you to cave me in so maybe i won’t have to admit it baby i want you to cave me in so maybe i won’t ask to forget it
[T] LOVE HAS EITHER GOT YOU OVER HEELS OR OVERDOSED IT’S GOT YOU OFF YOUR FEET OR ON YOUR TOES IT’S GOT YOU OUT YOUR SEAT OR IN YOUR PLACE IT’S GOT YOU DIGGIN’ IT OR YOUR GRAVE LOVE HAS GOT YOU MAD ABOUT OR JUST ABOUT MAD GOT YOU IN A CRUSH OR IT’S GOT YOU IN A CRASH WHAT USED TO MAKE YOUR HEART SING A HIT, SING A SMASH WILL MAKE YOU WANNA HIT, WANNA SMASH EVERYTHING THAT YOU HAD INTO PIECES BUT LOVE BECOMES CLEAR WHEN IN PIECES WHAT YOU COULDN’T SEE AND HEAR DURING PEACE IS WHY A HEART BECOMES EARS IN TWO PIECES
[E] Gravity makes wonders, but it also doesn’t seem to wait. Float like clouds on water, waves across an open plane.
[E] Cause you and me live like. Birds on a power line, hands slipping and our fingers fried, god bless those northern lights and our own devices babe, entropy multiplies, clock’s ticking and i’m mortified, cause in the back of my mind, in the back of my hemisphere,
[G] baby i want you, to cave me in, so maybe i won’t have to admit it, baby i want you, to cave me in, so maybe i won’t ask to forget it
[E&G] i want it i do,i want it i do, i want it i do do do do i want it i do do ooh yea, i, ooh yea i do.
Pairing: Mark Pellegrino x Reader Word count: 1,449 Warnings: Sweet Smut. Compared to all the wonderful smut I’m seeing tonight this is awful. You’ve been warned. Request / Sequel: Requested by (Anonymous)Sequel to He’s Not Worth Missing.
Summary: You are a future Head of your family which is very influential in the Magical World. A day arrives when your mother decides that it’s time for you to meet people with whom you will have to work in the future. One of those people is Percival Graves.
Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.
Tribute to my best friend. You were always there for me, through sunshine and rain. When my dysfunctional family was crumbling down, when I was bullied in school, when the entire world seemed so bleak, you wagged your tail and smiled at me. And suddenly everything was going to be okay.
We dug giant holes in the backyard, filled it with water, jumped in and covered ourselves in mud. The best days were when we got to go to your favorite lake. You really loved to roll in duck poop and dead fish. I held you in my lap even when you smelled like rotten fish. I had to shampoo you twice and it was all so much fun.
With each divorce and remarriage, we had to move and give you away when the new place didn’t allow dogs. But somehow you always made it back to me. When emotional trauma gave me amnesia for one year, I couldn’t remember the people in my life but I remember you. If my mom had gone through with the suicide, I would have been okay because I had you.
I grew up and you grew old. Now I’m old enough to be okay on my own, and it was thanks to you. I’ll always miss you. Thank you for the 17 years of unconditional love.