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Truce: A Dramione fanfiction Part ONE

So I’ve been working on a Dramione fic called ‘Truce’. I have enjoyed working on it so much and I’ve decided to share it with you who reside within tumblr. Please send me feedback of what you think!

(Set after the Battle at Hogwarts when Hermione goes to Hogwarts to finish her seventh year)

Hermione pursed her lips in concentration as she jotted down the answers to her Charms homework. She was in the library after dinner, studying, but soon she’d have to be back in her dormitory.

Hermione loved the Hogwarts library. She found solace in being surrounded by the towering shelves filled with dusty books and rolls of parchment. She dipped her quill in the raven black ink and glanced again at the boy sitting at the table near hers.

The boy was Draco Malfoy. He’d been sitting there, head bent over a book, since before she had arrived. He hadn’t been at dinner. Actually, he hadn’t been going to mealtimes at all lately. Hermione knew she shouldn’t have noticed, but she did.

Draco Malfoy did not look like the boy she knew. He was much paler than usual, like he had not been outside in weeks. His usually pristine, pale blond hair hung limp and mussed; flopping in every direction like he had just rolled out of bed. There were dark circles under his eyes that mirrored Hermione’s own.

The biggest change in him was the way he carried himself. He no longer strutted about the halls of Hogwarts like he was Master of the Universe, he no longer surrounded himself with groveling admirers. He no longer surrounded himself with anybody. Whenever Hermione saw him, he was alone, his posture tired and heavy.

Draco wasn’t the only one who was suffering, Hermione knew it. Everyone who was still alive after Voldemort’s reign of terror was still trying to piece themselves back together. Hermione herself was struggling to sleep through the night.

Nightmares plagued her sleep and Hermione always jolted awake in bed panting, reminding herself that it was all a dream.

She wondered if Draco was plagued by the same. She studied him, every pore in his body leaked weariness. When Draco looked up to meet her eyes and did not scowl, but only stared blankly at her, Hermione knew that he was plagued by nightmares too.

Hermione averted her eyes and quickly started packing up her books. She stuffed her quill, parchment, ink, and books into her bag and proceeded to get up. The library was going to close soon and she needed to get back to her common room.


Hermione jolted awake, panting. Tonight the dream had been of that terrible moment: the moment she had thought Harry was dead. Only this time, in her dreams, Harry did not wake up. In the beds beside her, her roommates slept soundly.

Hermione tossed and turned and tried to get back to sleep but every time she closed her eyes, she saw their faces. The faces of friend and enemy. She saw the laughing face of Fred Weasley, the thoughtful eyes of Professor Lupin, the crazy, colorful hair of Tonks.

She couldn’t help it. Hermione’s eyes stung as hot tears started to stream down her face. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed silently.

If only Harry or Ron were here. But the two of them hadn’t come back to Hogwarts. Only Hermione had returned to finish her Seventh year. She missed both them terribly. They sent letters constantly, but still, it was different to have them around.

After an hour or so of tossing and turning, Hermione finally got up. She slipped on some shoes and padded quietly down to the common room. It was empty.

She stepped out of the portrait opening .

After seven years at Hogwarts, Hermione knew the castle’s halls like it was her own home. And in a way, it was. Usually, Hermione was against breaking rules, she used to hate it when the boys snuck out after curfew. But after these past sleepless nights, Hermione had grown to become an expert at navigating the corridors at night and avoiding Filch and Mrs. Norris.

Hermione only had one destination; the astronomy tower. Every night, she’d climb up and sit by the tower’s window, watching the stars twinkle against the endless backdrop of black. When the sun started peeking through the horizon, only then would Hermione walk back to her common room.

Tonight was a cold night. Hermione shivered in her thin nightgown. Good thing she had the foresight to bring the sweater Mrs. Weasley had knit her for last Christmas. She pulled it on over her nightgown and sat at her usual spot by the window.

She wasn’t alone tonight either. Draco Malfoy sat across from her, as he sometimes did. Draco wasn’t constant like Hermione was. Sometimes he was there, sometimes he wasn’t. Hermione wondered if it was because he didn’t have as much nightmares as she did, or because he had other places to go to.

They didn’t speak. The only sign Draco had shown that he was aware of her presence was a sideways glance in her direction, and that was all.

Actually, they hadn’t spoken to each other after that first night.

Hermione had been making her way to the tower as usual, but as she neared her usual spot, she jumped back in surprise and nearly dropped her wand. Draco was sitting in the spot she usually claimed, cheek leaned against his curled fist, watching the sky.

He too jumped in surprise when she did. He pointed his wand at her the same moment she did. When Draco saw it was her he slumped back in what Hermione could swear was relief.

“Oh, it’s only you.” He had murmured. Then he resumed his position and ignored her.

Hermione was a bit shocked at this. No sneering, no insults at hurled at her, not even a cold look. She took a minute to compose herself and then said, “You’re in my spot, Malfoy.”

At this, Malfoy had turned to her and said in a toneless voice, “I didn’t realize you owned it, Granger.”

Hermione scowled at him but he didn’t react. He only stared at her with that blank look. Hermione didn’t like it. He looked like even more like death when he did that. So she strode to him and gave him a kick on the leg, “Move over!” she commanded, pointing at the spot opposite hers.

Draco’s eyes flashed with some of his old temper but it died as quickly as it came and he obediently moved. And that was the end of it, they didn’t speak again after.

Tonight wasn’t any different.

Hermione stared at Draco, (she stared at him quite a lot these days.) She just couldn’t believe how much the boy had changed. It wasn’t exactly a good change, though his arrogance and cruelty had been turned down so many notches it was almost non-existent, his new emotionless, death-like self wasn’t really an improvement.

Hermione didn’t know if Draco noticed her staring. The moonlight streaming into the window turned his hair and skin silver. Silver Death, that’s what he looked like. Before she could stop herself, Hermione said quietly, “You look like the dead.”

Draco slowly turned his head to face her, “So,” he remarked blandly, “do you.”

Hermione was well aware, but at least she had a bit of color in her cheeks and emotion other than utter blankness on her face.

“You look worse,” she replied.

He didn’t respond to this. Hermione thought he wasn’t going to reply at all when he said softly, his voice tainted with emotion at last, “I keep seeing their faces.”

Hermione leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, “Me too,” she whispered back.

So that was part one of the Dramione fic I’m working on! Tell me guys if you want the second part.

- Tris

I saw a man so beautiful I started crying? I immediately felt compelled to give them the nine dollars I had in my purse and say ‘you are the best looking person i have ever seen so i think you deserve it and i was going to buy my lunch with this but whatever’ but decided against it. and then i started crying.

  • me on a date: so what do you think of arya stark?
  • date: well, she's not unlike a sociopath on a quest for revenge...
  • me, shoving breadsticks into my purse: sorry i have to-
  • date: ...but i really think she's just going down a dark path, and that a reunion with some other characters, like gendry, will help her find peace.
  • me, slowly returning breadsticks: go on
Jason Todd/Red Hood X Reader- I Will Literally Fight You For Him

You were shoved into the wall of an alleyway, the assailant’s hand wrapped around both of your wrists.  Pain blossomed on the back of your head and you could feel the blood trickling down your neck.

“You’re a little handsy, you know that?” you quipped.

“Shut up and give me your purse,” the crook growled.

“As you can see I don’t have a purse,” you commented, “and I threw my wallet down the drain as soon as I saw you following me.”

“If you can’t give me what ya want, then I’ll kill ya,” he stated.

“Do you really think that you, a criminal, could get away with that?  You got your prints all over me, smartass, and I’m not going to be killed today,” you said while head butting the man.

He stumbled back and clutched his nose, “You bitch!”

“You jerk!  I could do this all day, sunshine, but you and I know one of the heroes of Gotham would be here soon. I hope it’s Red Hood because you certainly deserve a bullet for ruining my already shitty day.  It’s your fault for attempting to mug a black belt.”

“I highly doubt that trigger happy psycho will be here anytime soon,” he said while pulling a gun out.

“Hey!  Mugging me is one thing, but insulting the man who defends us by getting rid of the evil of Gotham permanently and never asks for anything in return!  I will literally fight you on this, and there’s a gun pointed to my face!”

“Just shut up already, lady!” the crook shouted.

“Nope!” you said while kicking the gun out his and and punching him straight in the face.  “And I’m definitely pressing charges on your sorry ass.”


Jason was running across the rooftops of Gotham, avoiding Bruce’s nightly patrol.  He had just finished busting one of Black Mask’s weapons deals and running away from the whizzing bullets seemed like the most logical action of the evening.  He jumped across another opening until he heard shouting.  Once he reached the next edge of a building, he heard something that he never thought he hear.

“You bitch!”

“You jerk!  I could do this all day, sunshine, but you and I know one of the heroes of Gotham would be here soon. I hope it’s Red Hood because you certainly deserve a bullet for ruining my already shitty day.  It’s your fault for attempting to mug a black belt.”

“I highly doubt that trigger happy psycho will be here anytime soon,” he said while pulling a gun out.

Jason loaded his gun at the insult and was about to jump down when your voice stopped him.

“Hey!  Mugging me is one thing, but insulting the man who defends us by getting rid of the evil of Gotham permanently and never asks for anything in return is something worse!  I will literally fight you for him, and there’s a gun pointed to my face!”

“Just shut up already, lady!” the crook shouted.

“Nope!” you said while kicking the gun out his and and punching him straight in the face.  “And I’m definitely pressing charges on your sorry ass.”

Jason chuckled and placed the gun back in its holster.  He made a mental note to see her again and ran back to his apartment.  


After calling the cops, watching the criminal being taken away, and being questioned by the police, you arrived at your apartment at midnight.  You were grateful that you were off of work the next day because if you weren’t, you would punch Denise in the face if she would insult you one more time.  Her bullshit was the reason why you had to work late, and soon it will be the reason why you could be fired.

“Fuck this!” you shouted and face planted on your bed.

You peeled off your jacket and threw it on your bedroom floor.  The blood coated material is going to be thrown away tomorrow anyway.  After a nice hot shower and flannel pajamas, you finally could try to sleep in peace.


Heavy footsteps echoed throughout your apartment.  You shifted quietly out of your sheets and pulled out your pistol from under your bed.  You coughed and loaded it at the same time, hoping that it would overpower the clicking of the gun.  You cursed the universe for your bad luck. Why can’t you get a goddamn break?!  You slowly made your way to your door and twisted the handle cautiously.  When your door was open, you opened until you could slip out of it.  Your door had a habit of squeaking and this was not the time for that to happen.  You slowly walked down the hallway and raised your gun.  Once you slowed your breathing, you stepped out of the hallway and aimed where the footsteps would have been.  Your eyes widened at the sight of the intruder.

“What the fuck?!  Seriously, why can’t you use the door like a normal person, or even not come here in the middle of the night!!” you shouted and walked over to the open window and shut it.

Once the window was locked, you returned your attention to the Red Hood, “Is there a reason why you’re here or are you trying to steal my leftover pie?”

“Nope, but that does sound good.  I was just stopping by because I heard what you said to that idiot trying to mug you.  I just wanted to know if that’s really what you thought about my actions.”

You shut the curtains and froze, “You were there and didn’t bother to shoot the guy?”

“You handed his ass to him.  Why would I interfere with that?  Stop avoiding the question.”

You turned around and faced the masked vigilante, “Yes, that’s what I really think about you. True, Batman is a hero, but he only puts the criminals in prison, where they can break out and repeat the process.  You put an end to that cycle.  Batman doesn’t understand the insanity of that cycle, he just locks them up and expects a different outcome.  You take action, he doesn’t.”

“You really put a lot of thought into this, didn’t you?” he questioned.

“There’s a masked vigilante with guns and amazing fighting skills, of course I think all of this through.”

Jason laughed, “I think I’m in love.”

Yuri’s Proposal

My brain has been thinking a lot since episode 7 came out so here’s what my dream marriage proposal between the two would be.

  • It would take place maybe 3 or 4 years after the events of the show that way they’d be settled into their relationship.
  • Yuri and Victor would have settled down in Hasetsu and have both pursed coaching together bringing skaters from all over just the chance to be taught by them.
  • Yuri of course is a nervous wreck about proposing but really wants to do it but struggles to find the perfect ring for Victor.
  • He finally finds the perfect ring, a white gold band with aquamarines’s embedded in it, the perfect stone that matches Victor’s eyes~
  • Yuri asked his composer friend for one last piece to be made for him. A piece that represented his and Victor’s love from the beginning till now. Filled with every emotion they’ve ever felt along the way. It’s titled “Love is Victory”.
  • After getting the music he practices in secret making a routine that uses segments from both Yuri on Ice and Stay Close to Me to signify the two of them becoming one through marriage.
  • The night Yuri decided to go through with his proposal he tells Victor he wants to go over a lesson for their students as a way to trick Victor into going with him to the rink with him.
  • “I made this for you.” Yuri cupping the side of Victor’s face bringing their foreheads together, running a thumb lightly over Victor’s bottom lip much like Victor had done to him those years ago. “Keep your eyes only on me.”
  • Yuri skating his heart out to this routine! This is the most important performance of his entire life! Putting his heart and soul into it, losing himself to the music as he thinks of all his and Victor’s precious memories. At the end he it knelling in front of Victor arm stretched out with the ring offered to him as he finally asks the question. 
  • For the first time in his life Yuri is not scared. He is not nervous or afraid of rejection because he knows Victor and he definitely knows Victor’s heart. He is confident and expresses this by looking right into Victor’s eyes. “Will you marry me, Victor?”
  • Victor is overwhelmed with emotion. The entire time he is watching Yuri his eyes don’t stray away for a second, he hasn’t even realized he had started tearing up halfway through the performance. There are even more tears once he realizes Yuri is proposing. His heart might burst from his chest!
  • He says yes in the most elegant way possible, by jumping the barrier and tackling Yuri down to the ice screaming yes about a million times.
  • The ring is a perfect fit and the two enjoy a long tearful kiss on the ice holding each other tight not wanting to let go for a second.
  • “You keep surprising me everyday Yuri…how do you keep doing that?”
  • “I had a really great coach.”
How I got a Coach bag last night

I was setting up a first meeting with a POT on my last night of vacation.  I told him I could meet in the afternoon, and here’s how the convo went:

POT: You only have two hours?
Me: Oh no, I have all afternoon!  We can stay a while, I just have one more errand to run before I go.  But that isn’t super time-sensitve, just something I have to do.
(Note how I’m basically asking him to ask)
POT: What do you need to do?
Me: I wanted to go shopping, I need a new purse and figured it’d be a good souvenir if I bought one here.  I was planning on going after our date.
POT: I will think of a good place to go shopping.  If you want me to go with you or not.  It is up to you.
Me: Haha I was just planning on going by myself, but I’d love that!  You are absolutely welcome to come.

There ya go.  Feel free to use that for anything!  I think this helps if you say you need one or two specific items.  He’ll be more likely to agree to that instead of just a shopping spree.  I told him that I needed a purse to match my shoes, so we walked around until we found one.  Then I asked for a bigger suitcase to take home.  Because I had specific things in mind, he didn’t mind buying just the two things.

I don’t think you know how to love. Ares whispers against her lips. She draws away from him. ‘I am the Goddess of love. I have seen love, given love, and blessed love.’ She purses her lips. ‘I am love.’

You’re cruel. Hephaestus says somewhere near her shoulder. ‘Destruction and turmoil is all you’ve ever brought me.’   ‘I never claimed that love was benevolent. I never said I loved kindly.’ She whispers, running a skilled hand along his chest. He sighs and shakes his head. I don’t think you know how to love.

Is it torture, having a heart that splits in diverging directions? Hermes is lounging comfortably on one of her couches. She turns her head, her shoulders slump. ‘I have played this game, you think I don’t know how to cope?’ His dark head is thrown back in a simple laugh. ‘A game implies that it has rules, when we both know it does not.’ He plants soft kisses down her back. I don’t think you know how to love.

Does it ever hurt less? Artemis lays her head on her shoulder and they both gaze up at the history of the heavens, the one that lays written in splattered stars. ‘It will pass. If you wish to forget, then you will.’ Her dark eyes bare into her own. ‘I want to remember everything.’ Aphrodite laughs lightly. ‘In a century it will have faded. The memories will ebb and flow. The pain you feel now, will be a dull ache tomorrow.’ Pity decorates her face. I don’t think you know how to love.

It must be exhausting carrying the hearts of others in your hands. She walks with Hades near the Elysian Fields. ‘Not more than carrying the weight of their souls.’ His mouth twists into that familiar smirk. ‘There are only two certainties; love and death.’ ‘Death we have not.’ Her hand twists a loose curl. ‘And sometimes not even love.’ He starts soft, but his voice rises steadily. ‘No. Always love. You have seen it. You have given it. You have blessed it.’ He pauses, ‘Surely, you know how to love.’

L.H.Z // The Goddess of Love 

Spirit in the House - Chap 1/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1;499

Warnings: Car Accident, Coma, Drinking, Depression, Language (but I swear it’s basically fluff)

A/N: I am SO excited for this new series, you have no idea. This is a big thank you for 1k and Lord knows I’m grateful for all of you. I love you guys, don’t think I’ve taken you for granted. Hope you’ll like this one my lovelies ♥

Originally posted by avasparks

You were walking fast through the little park in front of your best friend’s house. It was pitch black and you were already an hour late. The park was exceptionally quiet, nobody was out. When your phone chimed, you slowed down a little as you fumbled through your purse to pull it out.

“Where are you?” Your best friend urged.

“Peggy, I’m so sorry. Work was crazy, but I’m in the park.”

You looked up and saw her standing at her kitchen window, her eyes roamed over the dimly lit street to find you. You waved and told her to look straight ahead. She waved back, although her lips turned into an upset pout.

“You could have called.”

“Thought I was going to bail on you, didn’t ya?”

“Well, yeah.” She admitted.

You watched as the corners of her lips curled upward. She kept her eyes on you as you crossed the street to her house.

“Just hurry up, everyone’s starving.”

You snorted, glancing furtively around to make sure there was no car. You opened your mouth to retort when the screech of tyres made your head snap up.

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I allowed a certain trifling hoe, who I won’t name, into my home.


So, we planned to go out on a Friday night for a girls night. She wanted me to do her makeup so I invited her over. As soon as she steps into my room she’s asking if she can wear one of my designer bags, talking about how little my clothes are and that if we were the same size that she’d definitely be wearing my stuff, all in my fragrances and makeup kits, looking at my newly dedazzled liquor bottles that I planned to bring with us (cause I’m an extra hoe..🤗).

Ok I think nothing of it. I’m like “you can’t wear my bags because I’M not even wearing a purse”, “No you can’t have my fragrances cause I like having variety, but feel free to wear one”, “No you cant have my makeup cause it took me forever to build”…etc etc.


Last night I was gonna go out and I was doing my makeup. I can’t find my color corrector. I ask her about it. She “SAYS” she doesn’t have it. No biggie. I’ll just get some L.A girl real quick.

Then this morning I get out the shower and something ain’t right. Got a whole fragrance line missing. My first thought is “she has it”. But I’m like let me double check because I will really feel like shit if I accuse this girl of stealing twice in 24 hrs. It’s nowhere to be found and how did I lose a whole line of shit anyway. I call her up again…not only does she have it, she tells me “yea you left it…”. Left it where?! Exposed to you?!?! I am livid.

At this point I do a room sweep. LMAFOOOOOOOO ya’ll! This bitch done went shopping like it was the damn mall up in here 😭😭😂😂😂😂😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂💀.

And she flew out back home Sunday morning. She dipped ya’ll. Straight jugged me and dipped. ICONIC!

I have come across some truly shitty men and some fake ass women. The biggest lesson I learned is that everybody out here for themselves and people -never- ride for you the way you THINK they do. Not the first time this has happened to me but bitch, it will be the last.

BTS reaction to their SO getting into fights

requested by @canyoufeelmyheart-


Passive aggressively buys the cutest and pinkest band-aids. He’s actually proud of you for standign up for yourself and your friends.

“See, I love and support you. But if you keep on getting into fights I’ll keep fixing you up. So you just have to put up with the Hello Kitty band-aids.”

Originally posted by theseoks


Totally stands behind you and holds your earrings or purse. Also occassionally takes pictures and may or may not carry a bag of popcorn with him.

“Tell ‘em, babe.”

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie


Tries to go all Knight-in-shining-armour on your ass and tries to fight your fights. It ends up with him getting his butt handed to him.

“I wasn’t trying to help, because I think you’re capable of telling people off just fine!”

Originally posted by syubto


Similar to Yoongi but he would actually try to get you to be more calm.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t stand up for yourself, I’m just saying that your blood pressure will go through the roof and I will be a widower at 30. Actually…black really suits me.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


Listen, no matter how much you like to fight, a loof of those puppy eyes will calm you down in no time. Only when the one you’re fighting is a total jerk, he will gladly cheer you on.

“Baaaabe, why worry about those idiots when you could pay attention to me? See, I will give you many kisses, they just give you headaches.”

Originally posted by daeguboy


He will mostly let you do your thing, afraid you will be mad at him if he gets involved. But if you need it he will have your back and he’s always there when you need to cuddle it out.

“Hey, why don’t you just tell me about what they did?”

Originally posted by taecupwithsuga


Kookie is so into this. He would be like your coach giving you advice in the corner of the metaphorical boxing ring. He also always flexes in the background and mouths threats toward your opponent.

“You almost got him, babe. Just one good left hook and he is down.”

Originally posted by jeonify


i was clocking in at work. miss fame, one of the drag queens on rupaul’s drag race, was passing by me, but stopped to ask me, “how are the chickens feeling?” miss fame winked, and then continued walking away.

i laughed fondly to myself. “miss fame,” i said, shaking my head. miss fame’s fondness for chickens is well known.

just then, a guest pharmacist appeared in the doorway to the office. “i think i might throw up,” she told me, smiling and rolling her eyes. “just fyi!”

“oh, no,” i said. “do you want me to get you a water bottle? or i have tums in my purse…”

“no, no, ill be fine,” she assured me. then she went into the office and began vomiting loudly.

  • Thor, on a date: So how do you feel about Loki?
  • Them: Oh, the bad guy who tried to take over New York? God he's so evil I hate hi--
  • Thor, shoving breadsticks in his purse: I'm sorry I have to go right now immediately

Allison Argent x Werewolf!Reader

~ Part 1

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Sexual content, fingering, girlxgirl.
Word count: 1 491

A/N: I used the request to make a part 2 of this imagine, I think it suited well, or else I would have an similar imagine to what I’ve already written.

Tags: @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481

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  • : :
  • *outside Speedy's*
  • Molly: *approaching Mary* What's going on?
  • Mary: *grins* I found the father of your baby.
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* What? How...how do you even know who the father is?
  • Mary: *digging in her purse* I believe this belongs to the father of your baby *removes the scarf*
  • Molly: *groans* Oh God...he’s in there right now?
  • Mary: Yup.
  • Molly: *sighs* Let's get this over with.
  • Molly & Mary: *enter Speedy's*
  • Tom: *waving* Hi, Molls.
  • Molly: ...
  • Tom: *looking between them* So, what’s up?
  • Mary: *nudging her forwards* Well, Molly has something that she wants to tell you *gestures the scarf* while we're on the subject, I believe that this is your scarf.
  • Tom: No... *unzips his coat* this is my scarf.
  • Mary: ...
  • Mary: *looks at the scarf in her hand* Ah. Could I get anyone a coffee or...poison? No? Just for me? Okay *hurries off*
  • Tom: *concerned* What’s going on?
  • Molly: *sits opposite him* Nothing. Mary just... sort of made a mistake.
  • Tom: *smiles* I’m pleased Mary called. I know we broke up because you thought we weren't compatible. I was thinking...does that matter?
  • Molly: *hesitates* Tom...
  • Tom: We were perfect together *holds her hand*
  • Molly: I’m pregnant.
  • Tom: Oh. *drops her hand*
  • Tom: ...
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: You can go.
  • Tom: Thank you *runs off*
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Sherlock: *staring at the baby*
  • John & Mary: *enter the flat*
  • Mary: *smiles* Hi. How was she?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Fine.
  • John: *lifts his daughter* There's my girl. Were you good for your Uncle?
  • Sherlock: *sighs*
  • Mary: *smirks* You love her really. You're a natural.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I'm going to have to get used to it.
  • John: *nods* Yes, you are.
  • Sherlock: *winds the scarf around his neck; smiles a little*
  • Mary: *looks up; points* That's your scarf?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Yeeeeeees.
  • Mary: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs on his coat* Goodnight *leaves*
  • Mary: *squeals with happiness*
Appliance Shopping

request: I second the formal request for an imagine where u buy appliances

“We need to go shopping.” Shawn glanced around at the bare walls of the soon-to-be house you two were having built. “Like, major shopping.”

“Yeah, I made a list.” You unlocked your phone and opened the notes app. “Um, well, I found a nice washer and stuff online, but I wanna check the store to see if they have it in stock. And we can look at the refrigerators while we’re there, too.” You looked at Shawn, who nodded a few times.

“Do you wanna grab lunch while we’re out?” He asked, slipping on his shoes.

You nodded, grabbing your purse. “We’ll be near the mall, so I think that’s a great idea!”

You watched as Shawn talked to an employee at Home Depot about two different dishwashers. “So, this one’s faster?” Shawn asked, looking at the more expensive model.

“Yeah, and it comes with a six-month supply of dishwasher packets. And if you sign up for a card you can take an extra twenty percent off on your purchase today.”

You smiled at the employee, but pointed to the cheaper model. “Thank you, but we’re just looking at the moment.” You took Shawn’s hand and dragged him over to the fridges. “Look at this one, babe.” You started walking to the fridge you wanted, but sighed when you saw Shawn was distracted by another one. “What are you doing?”

“it has a touch screen! Look, it’s full of notes! I can leave you notes when I need to leave early!” Shawn giggled, drawing a smiley face on the screen. “And wifi!”

“Shawn, sweetie,” You dragged him away from the Samsung fridge. “We’re not getting a four thousand dollar fridge. Look, this one’s half the price and it’s rated better.” You pulled him over to a French door-style refeigerator, and read little information listed on the sticker along with the price. “Ooh, I like this one!” You typed the model into your phone and looked at your husband. “What’s next?”

Shawn shrugged, looking at the variety of appliances. “Oven? We need an oven.”

Two hours and three stores later, you and Shawn were sitting in the back of a small diner, munching away on lunch. “We had a productive day today, babe.” Shawn said, drinking from the iced tea he had ordered.

“Yeah, we did.” You agreed, looking outside. “I think I might talk to our parents before we order anything, See if they have any advice on what brands to buy, stuff like that.”

Shawn hummed, smiling when the waiter brought over your food.

a/n: last night on that samsung fridge i wrote a note to buy bad reputation on itunes :D more writing coming hopefully tonight 

QUESTION: should i answer the requests when they come in so you guys know what’s gonna be posted?