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"I think it’s been said that the similar sounds coming from the pair of us when we’re working together is laughter. We do tend to have quite a good time and crack quite a few jokes." - Bradley James [x]

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Moving In 3 (WIP snippet)


Some WIP towards the next instalment in my Moving In series - partly inspired by the lovely hollyashes' beautiful art for the first story I wrote towards it and partly inspired by spending time with a friend’s adorable and absolutely whip-smart four year old over the weekend.


“Martin, stop pacing, for goodness’ sake.”

“Sorry.” Martin came to sit back at the breakfast table with Douglas. “Just – I thought you said they’d be here by now?”

Douglas had to suppress a chuckle. “I believe I also said that Caro’s always late?”

“But I googled the road conditions!” Martin fished out his phone and waved it vaguely at Douglas. “There’s no traffic incidents reported between Barrow and here, and the weather’s clear…”

“Come here.” Douglas pulled Martin into a one-armed hug. “Call me crazy, but is it possible that you’re just a little bit nervous?”

Martin sighed and sagged into his chest, turning his head to plant a kiss on Douglas’ neck. “Maybe.” His voice was muffled.

“You’ve got nephews. You’ll be fine!” Douglas stroked his back gently.

“I know, I know, but Emily’s a girl…”

“Well, yes.”

“But I’ve never spent any time around girls.”

Douglas choked back a laugh again. “I believe you. The memory of you trying to flirt with that waitress in Paris springs to mind…”

“Oh, shush.” Martin shoved him away playfully. “You know what I mean. Five year old girls.”

Douglas opened his mouth to tell him not to fret again, but before he could get the words out, there was a knock at the door. Martin leapt up immediately, wringing his hands. Douglas fixed him with a pointed stare. “Calm.”

“Calm, yes, I’m calm, very calm.” His expression screwed up in tension. “I just want her to like me.”

Douglas smiled, warmth spreading through him. “She’ll like you.” He went to answer the door, Martin trailing anxiously in his wake.


Ashjslsks! This sounds awesome and I can’t wait to read how the meeting goes. So much love for them omg.


Here have some wet Colin.

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- … But I knew him

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Yes, clearly. Look at what you’ve done, anon.

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The price of freedom is high, it always has been. It’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.
- Steve Rogers, Captain America:The Winter Soldier.

Happy Memorial Day, everyone. Good night.


"So long and good night…"

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After a shameless night of shagging like rabbits. They now have to face the consequent. Or maybe a another round hehehe.

John in Sherlock’s pyjama shirt makes me think of that line of Miranda Hart’s in Hyperdrive: “Wearing a top with no bottoms is ruder than wearing nothing at all!!!”

But, hot DAMN, it looks good

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I’d follow you to the end of the world if only you would ask me to


I’d follow you to the end of the world if only you would ask me to

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30 day otp challenge: Day 17 Spooning  rest of my entries

a sudden intense size difference kink

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