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Painted Hearts (2)

part one; part two; part three;

Four missed calls and three text messages.

All from Oh Sehun.

You weren’t purposefully ignoring his attempts at communication but work had that annoying habit of getting in the way. The entire household had been rushed off their feet cleaning and preparing the house for Yuri’s mother, who was coming back from a business holiday in a week’s time. Even though she wasn’t due back straight away, the house had been a flurry of activity that just left you completely exhausted. Every night, you’d finish late and head home, looking at the missed calls and collapsing asleep before you could call him back.

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Just as you want me

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I gulped down the liquid as i my best friend, Kayla, was pouring up some shots in front of us. She had a great mix of vodka, tequila and rum. But whatever it was, i actually didn’t care right now. I just wanted to feel the rush through my veins already. The kitchen was cramped tight with people, pouring up drinks and chatting away, a couple here and there sitting on the the counter making out. “Done,” she spoke as she put the bottle down with a loud thud. 

She lifted up the first cup, filled with a clear liquid all the way up so it was almost spilling over the edge, “to us,” she spoke as i smiled brightly grabbing my glass, “and to tonight,” i spoke as we clinked the glasses together spilling some of it down my arm and on the floor. The glass hitting my lips as i downed the fluid, burning my throat as the vodka made its way down. Quickly following up with the next glass, squeezing my eyes together shut, as i downed the next three glasses. Grabbing the last one standing as she finished her last one, in one fast motion the downed the last drops of alcohol and looked at her smiling. She laughed a beautiful laugh as she grabbed two cups and drunkenly poured up way too much vodka and adding some soda, handing me the now full cup. “Now, let’s dance and find some cute boys,”

Pulling me by the hand she led me into the middle of the dance floor which was created, for a college party this was turning out big. As the next song came on, blasting through the speakers i took a sip from my cup, as i swayed my hips to the beat. She danced in front of me, getting the attention from every boy around her. Swinging her hips and circling around herself as if she had done nothing else in her entire life. I was so envious of how easy everything was for her, she could get any boy she ever wanted without doing more than blinking sweetly with her eyes. but i got it, she was beautiful deep down to the core, and i admired her so dearly for who she was just as everyone else did. 

Boys swarming around her, making me take a step back, clumsily bumping into the figure behind me. My mind blurring for a second as i tried to find balance again. Two strong hands gripping my shoulders as they comforted and held me still. My eyes gliding in and out of focus before turning around smiling brightly, as my eyes met with some huge brown ones. My smile fading for a second as i took in his beauty. “Thank you,” i stammered as i could feel the buzz in my head, everything in my body telling me how bad i wanted the boy standing in front of me. “Don’t worry about it,” he spoke as he held out his hand, i took it, shaking my head laughing, “y/n” i spoke as a smile lit up on his face, “Shawn,” he spoke as he pulled me after him towards the kitchen. 

The kitchen wasn’t nearly as crowded as before, and the music wasn’t as loud, “sure you are okay?” he spoke, i nodded as i took a sip from my drink and by that emptying the cup placing it on the counter. I smiled up at him, “yeah don’t worry about me,” i could almost not even form a sentence. My finger tips were tingling, aching to wrap myself around his neck, just placing my lips on his. But i wouldn’t, he didn’t seem so interested in me, so i held back. “Shawn,” someone called loudly from the door, “come on buddy, we promised to get Jack,” the person shouted as shawn turned is gaze to me again. “Hope to see you later?” he spoke as he lifted his eyebrow challenging. “Definitely,” i spoke as he smiled and turned around. 

I let out a breath which i didn’t even notice that i had been holding. My legs felt like jelly, i’d never experienced anything like this before. I mean yes, he was drop dead gorgeous, but not only that, he seemed so polite and sweet. I shook my head, as i poured myself another way too strong drink before making my way out on the dance floor again. Joining some of the girls from my classes, letting the alcohol and music taking over slowly. I closed my eyes as i enjoyed just being here, feeling high into the air. 

As the night went on, i was still on the dance floor, currently sipping on the umpteenth drink. Everything spinning around me as the bass vibrated through my body. As partition started playing, the girls around me cheering in anticipation for the song, some strong hands wrapped around my waist, guiding me against the firm body behind me. Being this intoxicated i didn’t even mind, nor bother who the person behind me was. Big hands squeezed my sides as he pushed me closer to him. 

Lingering touched against my body as i moved my body against his. Hands wandering up and down my sides as my hands wrapped around the neck of the tall figure behind me. “Suddenly such a bad girl,” the person spoke, which made everything in me freeze and every hair on my body rise from the skin. Because as clear as the sun on a frosty morning i could one hundred percent hear to whom this voice belonged. I turned around staring into shawns far away gaze looking down at me, “suddenly,” i teased, “what are you talking about,” as grabbed is arms and started to swing my hips again. He smiled at my comment and grabbed my hips once again. 

“Who would have thought,” he laughed as he pulled my closer. His body heat affecting me more than it probably should. Everything in me was pulsing and vibrating just at the thought of him this near. I traced my hand down his arm and onto his chest, tracing it down his stomach, feeling muscles flex under my touch. “What did you expect?” i whispered as his face came closer to mine, “you seem like such a good girl,” he teased as his hand snaked around my waist. His eyes glimmering in the light from above us. His face flawless and so close to me. Just asking for one thing, to be kissed. But i held back. 

“I am a good girl, shawn,” i whispered, i breathed out his name, almost making it sound sexual, his jaw clenched as i could see the effect had on him. I smiled as i moved closer to him, “or what do you want me to be for you,” i spoke. This wasn’t like me normally, but i loved to see what it did to him, and as the alcohol was speaking more than i was myself, i couldnt bear the thought of stopping now. “Fuck,” he whispered as he stepped even closer to me, not even thinking it was possible to come closer to his body. His face inching closer to mine, his breath feeling hot against my lips.

Everything in me screamed for us to connect, for us to finally touch. And without hesitation he pressed his lips to mine. I stood on my toes as his arms wrapped around me. My hands tangling in his hair as the sensation overtook me. His lips moving against mine slowly and softly. His tongue licking my bottom lip gently as i parted my lips slightly wanting to feel him even more. He tasted of alcohol and maybe something that could be made out as a faint taste of weed. I smiled as pulled his hair, earning a small moan from his lips. I smiled as i pressed my body closer to his, almost melting into one. 

His tongue fighting mine, before after something that seemed like several minutes we pulled apart, lips lingering on each other as long as they could. My breathing quickened as my eyes met his, “I need you,” he spoke, it wasn’t louder than a whisper, but i heard him clearly. I breathed out, “then take me,” i smiled as his face lit up in a smirk, his eyes turning a few shades darker. He grabbed my hand as he pulled me into the back yard, i looked around wondering if he actually wanted to do this outside. But he suddenly turned around a corner and in front of us was a rounded staircase leading up to an open balcony door. 

He let go off my hand as he stepped up the stairs, i was following closely behind him as he stepped into the dimly lit room. It was quiet and empty. I closed the door behind me as i looked around the room, “whose is this,” i spoke as he locked the door, “one of my friends’” he spoke, “are we allowed to be up here,” i questioned, “who cares,” he shot at me, “i thought you could be a bad girl for once,” he smiled cockily. “Oh shut up,” i spoke as i approached him, connecting our lips once again. His hands grabbing my waist before taking control completely. He turned me around and pushed me against the wardrobe standing in the room. 

I moaned out as he pressed my body hardly against the cold wood. His lips trailing down my neck as he pushed my shirt off my shoulders. The cool air hitting my skin. Sucking bruises into my tender skin as i moaned under his touch. He smiled onto my skin, “someone is excited all of a sudden,” he teased as he traced his fingers up and down my thigh. I pulled at his roots harshly in response, he sucked in a breath as i pulled him up to my face again. 

“Are you always this annoying,” i spoke with a smile on my face as i connected our lips again. he laughed as he relaxed a bit, “only with you my love,” he spoke as he gave into the kiss. Taking my chance i turned us around. My small figure pressing him to the wardrobe, he chuckled as i traced my hands up his thighs. Slowly palming him over his jeans, he sucked in a breath as he moaned “someone is excited all of a sudden,” i mocked him as i could feel him pulse under my hands. He rolled his eyes, My lips connecting with the bare skin of his exposed neck, nibbling and kissing on his bare skin. 

My hands pulling at the hem of his shirt as he lifted it off his body. My eyesight greeted with his soft and flawless skin. I stared at him, taking in his perfection. He chuckled as he lifted a finger under my chin, pulling me into another kiss. His tongue roaming my mouth as he kissed me pushing me against the opposite wall. For a one night stand this was surprisingly tender and loving, not that i did mind. His hands cupping my breast, as i ridded myself off my shirt as i broke the kiss, his hands grabbing my now bear upper body. His crotch pressing into mine. 

The friction between our jeans had me trembling under him. My legs shaking, almost ready to give in again. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” he spoke as he started to move his crotch against me. Making my thong rub against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, almost ready to release right this second. His hands wandering from my sore nipple down to my clothed heat. He rubbed me across my jeans as his hands moved up and down on my center. I moaned as i pressed myself closer to him. “I need you,” he spoke as he rubbed me harder, “if you keep doing that to me,” i spoke referring to his hand, “i won’t be able to last longer,” he stopped as he pushed me backwards against the bed falling on top of me. 

Supporting his weight on his elbows as he looked down my half naked body. He pushed me further on top of the bed as he started to kiss down my neck. My head falling back into the pillows as he kissed down the valley of my breasts, sucking a bruise in between them before moving further down. Starting to unbutton my jeans as he pulled them down my legs. “Look who has soaked herself,” he spoke. His breath hitting my wet underwear. I moaned as i looked down at him, he laughed as he pulled down my thong. 

The alcohol giving me confidence as he he blew against my wet heat. “So fucking beautiful,” he spoke as he slowly licked form the bottom of my slick folds to my clit. I moaned as my hand traveled to his hair, pulling on it. My eyes shutting as stars exploded in front of my pitch back sight. “Look at me,” he rasped as he stared to suck on my clit. Aching like never before, i looked down at him, his almost black eyes met mine, his lips working against me. I arched my back as i moaned, trying my hardest not to throw my head back. “Fuck, shawn” i screamed as he pressed my back down to the mattress again. 

His wet tongue working against me, fingers slowly teasing my entrance slowly. My legs wrapping around his upper body, “look. at. me” he spoke as he sucked on my clit hardly making me scream out in pain, “shawn,” he chuckled as he pushed a finger inside of me. “Fuck,” i cursed as i broke the eye contact once again. My one hand standing in his hair as the other on covered my mouth trying to muffle my moans, he had me a trembling and shaking mess already, “don’t,” he spoke as he grabbed my hand, getting more rough. 

“I want to hear your moans,” he growled. “Shawn i need you,” i spoke this time before pulling at his hair. His lips leaving mine looking up at me, looking like someone who wouldn’t listen to me. He suddenly moved up my body, “you need to taste yourself baby, you taste to fucking good, “ as he without a warning kissed me hardly. Tasting myself on his tongue, he moaned into my mouth as he kissed me sloppily. His hands pushing down his trousers before hovering over me. 

“And this is for not letting me finish you my way,” he spoke as i could feel him rub against me. His dick moving up and down my clit before he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. Sweat already glistening on my forehead, watching him in anticipation. Feeling on a complete high as he started to push inside of me. He moaned out, a sound from the deepest of his throat. Only the sound of that was ready to make me cum right then and there. His hands gripping mine tighter as he kept pushing into me. 

I moaned as i was filled and stretched. It didn’t hurt, but it was a new sensation. He was big. And he knew it. He was on top of me with so much confident it had him shining. “Holy,” a strand of curse words escaped his lips before pulling out again. “You are so fucking tight,” he spoke as he pushed in. Not even making me get used to him, but i didn’t care, this side of him was enough to make me throb even more. I moaned as i turned my head to the side. Moaning into the pillow. “Fuck,” i screamed as he started to kiss down my neck once again. 

Kissing the tender bruises he had left earlier. His dick hitting deeper and deeper every time. “You feel so good y/n” he moaned as he licked on my skin. “I need to touch you,” i spoke as i panted every time he pushed into me again with a new force. The sound of skin against skin filled the room with the slight sound of music being played downstairs. He let go of my hands as i grabbed his shoulder pulling him even closer to me. I traveled them down his back as i scratched him slightly “yes,” he whispered as i lifted my leg up. 

He harhsly grabbed it as he pushed it over his shoulder. I screamed out as he hit me at another angle now. His hands supporting his weight as he pounded into me. Stretching my walls to the fullest as he moaned louder. My other leg landed on his shoulder. “Fuck, that is so sexy,” he spoke. “Whatever you wish for,” i spoke referring to earlier, “I want you just the way you are,” he spoke, sounding vulnerable but also demanding at the same time. His hips slamming against mine. 

Our bodies starting to glisten and stick to each other as he kissed me hardly. His hips starting to grind into me instead of pounding. Staying in me, filled up the fullest, he stayed in. Making me moan as his tip kept touching that exact spot. “Shawn!” I moaned as he kept rolling his hips against me. “Just. Like. That.” i moaned in between pants. My head was spinning as his hands started to grab my boobs. Flicking my nipple hardly between his fingers, I moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure. “I think I’m coming,” he spoke as his thrusts turned more hard once again. 

“come for me then,” i spoke as i dug my nails into his back hardly. His head dropped to my shoulder as he moaned. His breath hitting my skin hardly as he moaned loader. The most beautiful sounds leaving his lips. I moaned as i could feel him release inside of me. His hands finding my clit, kneading on it hardly, knowing just how to trigger me, without even knowing how he did it. How he knew exactly how to get me off. 

I came all at once, my sight being dulled as everything turned white for a second, washing every other feeling out of my body than the sense of his voice and breath next to me and his body against mine. For something like this, it felt like something i had never tried before. “Wow,” shawn spoke, i nodded in agreement as i relaxed into the sheets. “You were right,” he spoke. I looked at him as he rolled off me. “You are a bad girl,” i cocked up my eyebrow questioning him “but just in the best way possible,” i chuckled. “You want me to be that?” i whispered. 

 “how about we get of here and head over to my place, and you can show me once again how good you can be” he spoke all of a sudden. I smiled up at with a twinkle in the eye, loving were he was going. “oh can’t get enough of me now,” he laughed as he got up and looked me into the eye as he laughing shook his head, “nope”. 

Caught: Josh Washington x Reader

@sherrybirkin99 submitted: “A request if possible to make… I was thinking about this while playing the game. Maybe after josh Ash and Chris were messing around with the spirit board when Josh goes downstairs to change the reader catches him in the act and he has to confess the prank up and she eventually talks him out of it so no one is hurt or anything and everyone gets a happy ending please and thanks ^-^” 

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DAVE™: (whispers to Aaron) I have to stay here (he eyes Choudri angrily) AARON: Fine. I'll go. I'll get her out (he scoops Vic up. He groans at her weight in his injured arms. Dave™ winces) CHOUDRI: Erm? Does Reeve know? You can't let him go wandering about on his own DAVE™: (whips round) Priorities changed. The staircase, left. Take it down, then a side door to the right leads out. Liv's in the basement with the baby. Keep out of sight! (he whispers) I love you Aaron (Aaron leaves wordlessly)

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My New Pet (Part 2) ~Jim Moriarty Imagine~

Hello humans! I’m sorry this took so long, but as requested, here is a part 2! I really, really want to make a part 3, so let me know if I should! I hope you enjoy it! :)    

Part One!

*Not My Gif*

Jim pulled a chair up to mine and sat his torso against the back of it.  
“Please don’t hurt me.” I whispered through my tears.
He stared at me intently before speaking.
“I’m not going to hurt you unless you hurt me, kitten.” He stated calmly.
He tapped his fingers against the chair and sighed.
“First thing’s first though. Since you’re going to be my pet, you need the right attire. There’s a change of outfit for you upstairs. I
want you to put it on then come right back. If you try anything, it’ll really hurt me..and we don’t want that now do we?” He taunted.
I shook my head and straightened up.
“That’s my girl.” He smirked.
He stood up from his chair and untied me from mine, but kept the ropes around my hands. We walked up the dark stairs and into a
very big room that I guessed was his house. He walked me towards a bedroom and opened the door, leading me in. He kicked the door closed
behind him and pointed to the outfit that laid on the bed. The outfit consisted of a black pencil skirt, a white button up with a navy
blue vest, a skinny black tie and a pair of black heels. He undid the ropes around my wrists and leaned against the door.
“Get dressed.” He demanded.
“I’m not getting dressed while you look.” I stated as I rubbed my chafed wrists.
He rolled his eyes dramatically and turned around to face the door with his arms crossed. I knew better than try to run or escape, so I
did what he said. I put on the outfit and heels, then cleared my throat when I was finished. He turned around and looked me up and down
before grabbing my arm again and leading me to the living room. He sat me down on the couch as he pulled out his phone and made a few
calls. I stared up at the high ceilings, then glanced at the paintings on the wall. A tall painted portrait of Moriarty was hanging above
the stoned fireplace and the wall was gunmetal. The couch I was sitting on was black leather and the matching silk curtains were drawn,
making the room slightly dim. I huffed at the thought that for a criminal, he had great taste.
“Lovely isn’t?” He spoke, breaking my admiration.
My eyes met his and I nodded slightly.
“I may be a consulting criminal, but i’m not tacky.” He remarked with a smirk.
I felt my lips try to tug at a smile, but I looked down instead. He sauntered closer to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me up.
“I have a special project for you.” He smirked as he walked me towards the hallway, stopping at door at the end of it.
The door was big and metal and was activated by a small key pad. Jim quickly typed in the code and it opened, revealing a round, narrow
staircase that lead somewhere below the flat. We carefully walked down the stairs, the door closing behind us and entered a pitch black
room. He clapped his hands twice and the lights turned on revealing his gun room. Different kinds of machinery were hanging on the walls
and the horizontal tables held different kinds of bullets. I couldn’t help, but chuckle a bit.
“What’s funny?” He asked in annoyance.
“Nothing it’s just…this is so typical mastermind villain. You kind of remind me of a James Bond villain.” I joked.
He smirked to himself before turning to me with a serious stare.
“I’m glad you find this amusing because this is where you’ll be spending most of the day. I want you to take apart, clean and reassemble
each gun. I want them to shine and I want it done by 6. Got it?” He demanded.
I nodded and sat down on the stool at one of the tables. Jim took one of the guns off the wall and laid it down in front of me.
“Get started.” He hissed before walking back up the staircase and locking me in the room.
I sighed and began to take the gun apart.

2 hours past when Moriarty came back. He examined the guns and nodded.
“Good. You did good.” He stated.
“I had enough time to clean each of them twice.” I reported.
“How?” He questioned as his head turned to me.
“Like you said…I’m Sherlock’s sister, I’m not completely dumb.” I laughed.
He dropped his head and smiled at the floor.
“Your next project is going to involve a change in outfit.” He remarked, looking back up at me.
“What am I doing?” I asked as I stood up.
“We’re going to a dinner event tonight. I’m meeting with some clients and you’re going as my date.” He explained.
I nodded and followed him up the stairs and back into the living room; this time without him holding onto my arm. He opened the same bedroom
door from earlier and let me walk in. He stood by the door frame and leaned against it.
“There’s a dress hanging in the closet.” He said pointing to the black doors to my left.
“How do you have all these clothes for me?” I asked.
“I like to plan ahead.” He sighed before shutting the door, leaving me alone.
I walked to the closet and opened it. A long, one sleeved, emerald dress was hanging on the hanger. As I reached out to grab it, I heard my
phone buzzing. I exclaimed in shock as I pulled it out of my jacket on the bed. I hadn’t even realized Jim had put it back in my
pocket. Sherlock’s name was across the screen as the phone still buzzed. I checked my surroundings, then walked into the closet, closing the door
behind me and answering the call.
“Y/N, where are you?” Sherlock immediately spoke.
“Moriarty has me.” I whispered as quietly as possible.
“I don’t know, but I’m okay.”
“I’m going to find you Y/N..I just need time. Distract him as much as you can and whatever you do, don’t make him angry.”
“I have John and Mycroft helping me so it won’t be long.”
“Okay. I have to go before he hears me.”
I hung up the phone and slid it back into my jacket pocket. I then grabbed the dress and put it on, along with the black heels. After looking in
the mirror, I opened the door and strolled into the living room. Jim was fixing his cuff as he stared into the mirror above the fire place. His
eyes shifted and he looked at me through the mirror. He hands slowly dropped as he turned around to look at me physically. His eyes trailed up and
down my figure as I stared back at him. He was dressed up in a tux with his bow tie neatly done around his neck and needless to say, he looked very
attractive. His lips tugged to the corner of his mouth before finally speaking.
“Ready, kitten?” He asked.
I nodded as he grabbed my hand and led me to the front door.

Part 3!

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HC: Remus makes the best hot chocolate

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A yawn escaped your lips as you patrolled the empty corridors, the only light coming from the tip of your wand. You loved being a prefect, but hated giving up sleep to watch over the corridors at night. You weren’t even paired up with your boyfriend, Remus, who was on the floor above you.

Glancing at your watch, you smiled slightly as you realised your shift would be over in five minutes. You strode towards the staircases, clutching the bannister tightly as the staircase swung round to take you to the next floor up where Remus would be.

“Shift’s over!” you called out, knowing he’d hear you. You smiled softly as his footsteps approached, and his face appeared from the dark corridor.

“Hey beautiful,” Remus smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you stepped onto the nearest staircase. “I missed you.”

You chuckled, leaning your head on his shoulder. “You saw me just two hours ago, Rem.”

“That’s ages,” he complained. “Prefect duty’s boring without you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You mean it’s boring because you’ve no one to make out with if I’m not there,” you teased, poking him in the side.

“What’s your point?”

Rolling your eyes, you hid your face in his shoulder. “I have a potions essay to finish before bed, I wanna cry,” you whined. Your boyfriend chuckled, taking your hand in his and pulling you off the staircase once it reached solid ground.

“Rem? We need to go back to the common room, I have work-,”

“You need a night off from homework,” he told you, leading you down an unfamiliar corridor until you stopped in front of a painting of a bowl of fruit. You watched, confused, as he tickled the pear in the painting and the frame swung open to reveal a doorway.

“Why have you brought me to the kitchens?” you asked in confusion as he crossed the room to one of the stoves, grabbing a small pot and a tin from one of the shelves.

“Because my hot chocolate is the cure to everything stressful,” he informed you as he poured milk into the pan, stirring it as it heated up. “Even Sirius said so!”

“Wow, you brought Sirius for midnight hot chocolate before me? I’m offended,” you laughed, sitting down at one of the work benches.

The two of you chatted easily, until Remus set a steaming mug of hot chocolate in front of you. He sat opposite you, an identical mug in his hands. You blew the liquid carefully before taking a sip and smiling involuntarily.

“Okay I forgive you, this is amazing,” you told him, taking another sip and feeling the warmth seeping into your fingers where you held the mug. “Why have you never made me hot chocolate before?”

He shrugged. “So you like it?”

You chuckled, sitting your mug down before leaning across the table and pressing a chocolate-flavoured kiss to his warm lips.

“I love it.”

A/N: Keep sending your headcanons to my ask :)


Title: Believer

Pairing: None really

Word Count: 2,029

Theme Songs: Be Here Now by Ray LaMontagne

**Imagine the reader, a believer in angels, still being shocked when she meets Cas face-to-face**

Your name: submit What is this?


Checking your reflection in your rear view mirror you gave a sigh at your tired eyes. It had been another long shift at work, having started with the early shift and made longer when you’d volunteered to stay a few hours over to cover a co-worker who had to go pick up their sick kid from school. But the day was over; you had the next two days off and you had some big plans for your forty-eight hour reverie. 

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Do The Cricket- A Joshifer One Shot

This one shot came to be when I heard Karen Lawrence say this on a radio station:

“I know she loves children and she’s always wanted to be a mom so I hope she has/makes time for her personal life so she can get married and have babies.”

And who doesn’t love some daddy Josh!? Anyways, hope you enjoy!  



As I turn the ignition off, a smile forms across my face. Through the windshield I see my wife’s many black shoes intermixed with tiny pink and purple sparkly ones scattered around the garage stairs that lead up to the kitchen door. I step out of the car and shut the door, greeted by our dalmations Pongo and Perdy, which our four year old who was obsessed with 101 Dalmations at the time so carefully named.

“What are you guys doing out here?” I say to them as they run ahead to the door, which I open, letting the barking dogs inside.

“Damn it Josh!” Jennifer curses over their loud barking, as she slams some dishes from the dishwasher into the cabinet. “I put them out there for a reason!” I raise my eyebrows wondering what the hell I just walked into and just stand there for a second, hoping she’ll cool off. She grabs Pongo by the collar and leads him out the back door which she loudly slams. She begins to chase Perdy around the kitchen, who has no intention of going back outside. She finally ends up diving on the floor, grabbing Perdy by her hind legs. I’m about to burst out laughing at the whole scenario when I see her start to sob.

“Jen, what’s wrong?“ I set my keys down on the counter. I walk over and kneel beside her. She lets go of Perdy to place her face in her hands. “Jen, honey, look at me.” I say gently as I pull her hands down and tilt her chin to look me directly in the eyes. “What’s wrong?”

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Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Scotland Street School, Glasgow, Scotland, 1906

Two decidedly modern round staircases front this sandstone school building, a reference to the baronial architecture of scottish castles and country houses. A simpler elevation faces the rear playground, subtle order is provided to the almost uniform fenestration pattern by the stone ornamentation.  Internally; tiled square columns border the circulation areas surrounding the central double height hall.

photographs taken January 2015

Watermelon Smiles (Pietro X Reader) (prompt request)

HI!! Finally got this request done, I’m sorry it took so long! I’m trying to update once a week but it’s been difficult trying to keep up! I have one more Pietro fic request in my inbox but if you guys have any Matt Murdock or Steve Rogers requests could you send them my way? I’d like to write one or two sometime soon! :-) 

Anyways, thanks to Justang6 for the request! Hope you enjoy!

Could you do an one shot where the reader x Pietro is babysitting Clints kids when him and Laura are going on their date. And they making pizza and cookies major fluff! Cuddles once the kids are asleep, and they fall asleep on the couch! :) xxxxx

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The Grass is Greener Outside

Castiel was sitting under a tree in the forest behind the bunker. He liked to spend his time outside whenever he could. He would take books from the library and read them from beginning to end without moving from his spot. Only when the sky grew too dark to see the words and his stomach started rumbling did he stand up, brush off the dirt, and go back inside. 

He found Dean and Sam in the kitchen. Sam looked up from his computer screen and nodded. Dean spoke to him from his place in front of the stove. He turned and smiled wide. 

“Have a seat, Cas,” he said. “Dinner’s almost done.“ 

"It smells appealing." 

"Thanks, man." 

But when the plate was set in front of him, he barely touched it. The brothers tried to hide the way they watched him. He pushed the food, rearranged it. Sometimes he brought a forkful halfway to his mouth and set it back down. Dean scowled down at his own plate. He ate faster, purposefully, like he could teach Cas by example how to eat like a normal human. 

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anonymous asked:

Do you mean fanfic prompts are open?Can you please write a post season 1 fanficCanon divergance) where Oliver doesn't go to Lian Yu, but stays is Starling and Diggle suggests him to go to a house in the woods to rest and drink beer and maybe go fishing and Oliver finally agrees and then he meets Felicity somewhere in Verdant or the destroyed lair and he invites her too and she's happy that he wants to be friends with her after he "doesn't need her skills anymore" and they go and havefun :)

Sorry the delay anon!

“Cabin Days”

It’s just a suggestion man,” John muttered from the corner of the emptied out club. Oliver glanced over to see his shoulders scrunch as he ducked beneath the overhead duct work. John grumbled when the edge of his head hit the edge of the thin steal. 

Oliver bit back a smirk but released a short gruff, “I should be on Lian Yu not spending mindless days out in the woods with booze and landscapes Digg.” 

He could feel John’s eyes rolling from the opposite side of the room. “Oliver just go, rest and take a step back. The city is damaged but not undone. You lost your best friend and you opened up some very old wounds…” he declared before Oliver could offer another rebuttal. “You’ve been through a lot this year so please just take the time to sort out how you really feel before you decide to run away back to your own island of solitude,” he prodded as Oliver’s neck bent. 

“You’re not letting this go are you?” Oliver meekly complained. ‘

He glanced up to see his friend’s ghost of a smile change into a small smirk. “You should ask her to come by the way…” he added as Oliver’s eyebrows shot up to almost his hairline. 

“Digg no…” he mumbled just as the door to the deserted club shot open and her sweet, angelic voice filled the otherwise stagnant air. 

“Okay seriously you two spend entirely too much time in this place!” Her declaration of fact made both men smile as she approached them in her skinny jeans and panda flats. Her smile was large and full of life as she passed Diggle and headed straight towards him. Her bright blue eyes held no trace of sadness nor remorse, all they held was the promise of many more tomorrows. She stopped inches from his still form and gave him another dazzling smile. “So…why did you call me down here?” 

Oliver quirked his head and furrowed his forehead before shooting Digg a pointed glare. The older man just shrugged his shoulders and yelled out, “Felicity I’ll be back in a sec.” 

Felicity nodded in complete confusion before once more focusing her sparking gaze at Oliver. He felt his heart stammer when she began to look around the vacant space. “So…” she asked as they continued to stand in an uncomfortable silence. “Now that Walter’s been found and the Glades were somewhat saved I’m assuming you won’t be needing me anymore…” her voice died out as her eyes flitted down from his and towards the floor. She looked out of place in the vast, open space of the empty club. Her skin even seemed to dim as she waited for Oliver’s tepid reply.

He let the trash bag fall with a thud to the floor and cleared his suddenly clogged throat. Her head shot up and her eyes sparked with electricity when he said, “You could come…” he coughed when her eyebrows furrowed.

“Come where?” she voiced slowly while gauging his somewhat confused expression.

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You can’t come down here!” Ginny was calling to the crowd. “No,
sorry, you’re going to have to go round by the swiveling staircase, someone’s let off Garroting Gas just along here —”
They could hear people complaining; one surly voice said, “I can’t
see no gas …”
“That’s because it’s colorless,” said Ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, “but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we’ll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn’t believe us….
—  Ginny Weasley, Ch. 32 Out of the fire - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix