A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think
Word count: 2,000 something words
Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic
“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at email@example.com
As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.
Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.
Summary: Dean and the Reader have a moment of intimacy.
Word Count: 2.7kish
Warnings: Fluff, Smut (wear condoms, kiddos!!)
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @casownsmyass‘s “Chloes’s Scenes of Smut” challenge. I got the movie “Ghost”. I love this movie and gahhh!!! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is always welcomed!! *hides face*
It was the softness beneath my fingertips that made me love it all. The way it rippled with every turn, molding into the shape that I wanted it to. The creative process was also riveting, but it was the captivating result that always made me smile.
Pottery wasn’t an easy task. It required your full attention, your hands on the mold the entire time, no trembling of the fingers. No tearing your eyes away. It was one hundred percent or none at all.
The soft crooning of Unchained Melody echoed throughout the room and I couldn’t help but smile at the similarity of the whole situation. But what fluttered my heart, what…took my breath away…was the pair of arms snaking around my waist from behind.
A/N: I loooooove this song a lot! It’s full of really good memories and I also love swing dancing.
Request: Shuffle challenge with Tim
Outside of your vigilante life, you owned a small diner in downtown Gotham.
It was old fashioned, with retro coloration and decorations, and you had a jukebox hooked up to play music.
It was after closing time, and you were alone in the restaurant, wiping off tables and putting away the last of the dishes.
You danced around the diner as quick paced jazz played in the background. Tim would be here to pick you up shortly, as he always was.
You were wiping off the bright red counter of the bar and refilling the napkin holders as you swayed to the music.
You heard the bell ring as the door opened and you leaned across the counter of the bar to wave hello to Tim.
Tim waved back and sat down at one of the retro bar stools. “Almost done, babe?” he asked, leaning forward onto the counter.
“Yeah, let me finish up first,” you said, running a wet washtowel across the counter one last time.
You went around to the other side of the bar and gave Tim a kiss on the cheek. “One dance before we go?” you pleaded. “This is my favorite song.”
Tim rolled his eyes and smiled. “Alright, one dance.”
Tim slid off the stool and took your hands in his, waiting for the timing in the music to be right.
He started to move to the music, and the two of you began to dance.
Your feet moved across the checkered tile of the diner, and you laughed as Tim spun you.
“You’re getting pretty good at this, Tim,” you said smiling as he did the bowtie step without getting your arms tangled in his.
“What can I say? I have the best partner around,” he joked back, kissing you on the nose as he pulled you back from another spin.
The song came to and end and Tim started to grab his stuff.
“Aw, come on Tim! One more?” you begged, grabbing his hand before he could get away.
“(Y/N), you said one dance,” Tim replied, raising an eyebrow.
You said nothing, just gave him your puppy dog eyes.
Tim caved. He could never resist the puppy dog eyes. “Fine. One more dance,” he said, taking your hands.
And that’s how he spent the rest of his night. Doing “one more dance” with the love of his life.
What would the smells of Rapture be? Also what's your favour structure of Rapture? could be anything. I love the water tank in Arcadia and the big tree in farmers market
Haha definitely fishy/salty water, musty hallways and whatever the pheromone Ryan uses to control the splicers smells like (if it smells at all).
And hmm, there are so many good ones to chose from! I like what you picked. You can never go wrong with the water tank. :)
I’ll go with my top 4, since It’s so much more fun than just choosing one!
For the first, i have to go with the classic statue in the Kashimir restaurant. It’s so intertwined with Rapture’s DNA that i can’t ever imagine the city without it.
Next is this archway at certain parts in Fort Frolic. The amount of detail (and its pure Art Deco awesomeness) always grabs my attention as i walk around the level.
I’m not sure if it’s the actual neon sign that i truly love, or if it’s just everything together in this area (the crisscrossing wires, the murky background, the colorful glowing particles). No matter how many times i play the game, i always stop at this part and gaze out the window at it.
And finally, this column/light combo. I lovelovelove columns. And when they’re combined with those sweet Art Deco lights at the top, it’s perfection. When taking screenshots in this level, i always try to fit them into the image if i can.
Turning your head towards the source of the voice, you
steadily shifted your body away from the man, intending to let him pass if you
were blocking his path. You tried not to take offense, since the speaker
probably didn’t know the situation at hand, but before you could scoot away
even more, your friend’s arm linked in yours held you firmly in place,
preventing you from moving. Confused, it crossed your mind that perhaps the
man’s request wasn’t directed towards you two, but you didn’t have the chance
to ask her what was going on.
“I couldn’t help but overhear that you’re heading to room
302?” the deep voice resonated again, and it was like you could feel the
quality of his tone slice through the rest of the sounds in the bustling
university hallway. “I actually have the same class right now, and I was
wondering if maybe you’d like to walk together?”
Sometimes we were carelessly splattered; other times, so
elegantly painted on with such care. There were times when we would easily run
out of yellow- from our bright days- where it seemed like nothing could ever go
wrong, like nothing could ever tear us apart. However there were also moments
when it appeared like we were drowning in black; when dark, black shadows were
constantly lurking around us, inflicting pain and sorrow in both of our lives.
When the color black was so vigorously engraved in both of our eyes in the
midst of all our screaming and the pool of tears we both would try to hold back
in our fights. Indeed, there would also instances when we would be floating in
a sea of red- the color of love. Where we both would look at each other’s eyes so
lovingly; showering each other with warmth and the sense of love. It was so
beautiful. Being able to see the colors gorgeously unite all the while, helping
each other stand out to hold a meaning. We painted such a breathtaking
picture-perfectly reflecting our lives. But when you left, the vivid colors
suddenly faded, leaving nothing but the blunt and dull colors of black and
-Veronica cuddling Cheryl when she has nightmares about her family(mostly Jasons’ death)
-Cheryl openly sobbing because of those nightmares, and won’t stop until Veronica comes and sleeps with her
-Veronica having a high-security guard up because of her father, and her mother, and taking awhile to really open up to Cheryl
-Cheryl learning the violin, while Veronica learns the piano, and trying to calm each other down by playing them
-Cheryl tracing ‘I love you’ and ‘you are perfect’ on the back of Veronicas’ hands after their first time
-Cheryl initiating a pillow fight and the pillows breaking after a few minutes, and as the feathers fly around, they just kinda laugh and lean into each other
-Cheronica getting matching tattoos for Veronicas’ birthday, and Cheryls’ reads ‘fire’ & Veronicas’ reads ‘ice’
-Veronica buying Cheryl a new outfit (I’m talking accessories and everything) that’s purple, and thinking that she won’t like it
-Cheryl actually loves it and wears it constantly, but she’s extra protective of it
-Cheronica kissing and one/both of them cries,not just because ed sheeran is playing in the background, but because they’re so happy, and they didn’t think that it was possible
-Veronica adopting a kitten
–It’s name is Cheronica
—Cheronica likes Cheryl more than Veronica somehow
—-So they just raise it together
-Cheryl singing ‘I wanna be yours’ by the Arctic Monkeys to Veronica as a love confession of some sort
-Cheronica painting the walls of their new apartment
–they’re just picking random colors and hoping that it works out actually
—Veronica ended up just going with light blue
—-Cheryl chose light pink
—–The apartment ended up being very ‘Auroras’ birthday dress in sleeping beauty’
-Cheryl waking up before Veronica most mornings
–and her putting on a pair Veronicas’ shorts and one of her shirts in her grogginess
—Veronica waking up confused as to why several articles of her clothing is missing from her closet
-Cheronica desperately refusing a housewarming party
–But since Archie, insisted (apparently,he’s going to sing as well?!), might as well cave in
-Veronica slapping Jughead
–for “unknown reasons”
—and Cheryl’s just like, ‘my queen?!’,‘I love her so much!’
-Cheronica dressing up as each other for Halloween
–Cheryl got a pearl necklace and everything
—Veronica just went with anything that was red
Summary:Worry is all you feel when Ethan leaves for his “missions”.
I sat on the bed, studying vigorously. If there’s anything that can get my mind off of the fact that Ethan had a job again tonight, it’s homework. I hate it, but I’m too concentrated to think of anything else, and truthfully, ever so often my mind drifts and I’m left looking at the clock on the bedside. I can feel my anxiety build up, and then, I find it hard to breathe, my mind racing with thoughts I don’t like. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to think of anything else.
I was talking with @gomboc123 the other day about her lovely Tangled AU, I couldn’t restrain myself from drawing this loser with his wanted poster. It was so much fun to play with this AU and I am most definitely gonna return to this universe.
All you people who suggested Ron Mustard as his name need help. You know who you are.