Do you ever feel like you miss out on life, because you are not able to socialize the way most people do?
- summary | using your neighbors address for deliveries doesn’t seem like the worst idea until you find yourself with a world of dilemmas and a burgeoning crush on the single dad who lives there. [10k+]
- pairing | pre-outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader
- content warning | 18+ content, as always: no explicit use of y/n, reader is a teacher (only for loose plot purposes) meet-weirds, a cliche stranger neighbors to pining lovers take on pre-outbreak joel, lots of sweet interactions with sarah, joel's internal struggles to be a good dad, awkward interactions & flirting, soft sexual content (oral, protected sex, joel talking you through it like a gentleman)
- author’s note | this came from a prompt i saw (ignore that actual legality issues of this, it's just for fun) that was meant to be a quick blurb but turned into this monster of porn with plot…i regret nothing, enjoy!
or don’t that’s fine
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To be clear, this wasn’t the first route you took to avoid the problem. And for whatever reason, fate or be it some other evil, unseen force, it always stuck you in the awkwardest positions.
It also didn’t help that your mailman was probably the judgiest person on this earth, despite it not being his business, the suspicious amount of packages and content of said packages were enough to garner a few looks and even the occasional mumble under his breath.
So, when you start to put down your neighbors address for all of your future packages, it doesn’t seem like a problem.
motogp crashes are so embarrassing at least if you bin it in an f1 car you don’t have to do a silly little jog after your vehicle
i don’t want a ‘career’ ! i want to write sexy fanfiction for my internet friends <3
hey new joel writers, just a heads up
DONT MAKE JOEL CALL Y/N BABYGIRL! THAT’S WHAT HE CALLS HIS DAUGHTERS! NOT HIS ROMANTIC INTEREST!
friendly reminder that you don't need any diagnosis or disorder to adapt your routine to accommodate you! sit down in the shower. brush your teeth and wash your face in the shower. bring a chair to the kitchen while you cook. use unscented products. your routine should be built for you.
Can i add? You also don't need any diagnosis or disorder to use things that will improve your life. Use a cane, install a shower chair, use a kid app for brushing your teeth if it helps to maintain your attention. You don't need permission to make your own life better.
I hate giving up on people but i hate forcing shit even more.
also it's super suss that the "drop your interests! you're too old!" posts are always about women. why don't you go to a football game and tell random dudes they're too old to be interested in childish games
Please reblog if you think that “they/them/theirs” is a valid set of pronouns.
Trying to make a point to my father.
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Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
A Touchable Dream
— Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader
— Summary: Unpredictable, unfair and unreasonable—so far in, that’s all Bucky’s known life to be. With the exception of his son, nothing has ever inspired consistency or proven to be worthwhile enough for him to fight daily to keep. Going back to University while being a single parent has more than one rough edge. He feels lost, out of place, with a constant itch under his skin.
Then, you arrive like a Comet, daring him to change all his skeptic perceptions.
— Word count: 8.3k
— Warning(s): This work contains (18+) mature content. Minors, DNI.
⋅☾ CHAPTER EIGHT ☽⋅
“You can start explaining yourself to me.”
Although the biggest part of him wanted nothing more than go to bed, there would be no sleeping. There’d be tossing, and turning, and staring at the ceiling as the same words played over and over again in his head.
Bucky’s throwing his keys in the crystal bowl Y/n bought from her brother’s shop when Peter answers with, “Can I? Will you listen to me this time?” and he freezes with his hand in the air, almost as if a kid yelled ‘statue!’ and all of life was a game.
Slowly, Bucky turns around to face his son and for the first time, it happens.
He sees Peter.
Bribe the Super
[firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Rogers!reader]
Words: 5.8k
Summary: You have a very hot neighbor. He happens to think the same of you.
A/N: written for @fandoms-writings 1.3k follower Summer challenge! This is quite possibly one of the most unhinged things I've ever written but I enjoyed every single second. Congrats on your followers, Remi!! You deserve the world. :)
“This is ridiculous, Nat,” you whisper, tugging on her elbow so she’ll scoot further behind the curtain. Not only does your friend not budge… she leans closer to the glass and groans.
“How much money do you have on you?” she asks.
“The twenty you gave me for Thai–”
“Not enough.”
“What are you–oh my god, he’s going to see you!” You both jump back and hit the rug. Natasha peers at you, pressing her cheek into the floral shag.
“We gotta bribe his super not to fix his window unit until Summer is long over,” she says, determination etched into the deep furrow of her perfect eyebrows.
bigfeelings-smallwords-deactiva
being pregnant doesn’t make you “plus sized” so please stop tagging your pregnancy fics “plus sized!reader”. it’s honestly rude and it hurts, i just want to be represented, not scroll through a bunch of pregnancy fics
Reblog if Fan Fics are just as valid as Fan Art
Affirmation for writers, please!!
Likes do nothing!!
“wow you blocked me just cuz i disagreed with you???”
yes. yes, exactly. this is a social media site. i come here to look at pictures of birds and shitpost with my friends. this is not a town hall meeting; i am not your elected official. i do not owe you my energy, my space, or my time. you and i are strangers that use the same website. i can block you for literally any reason and that’s okay. take a deep breath. block me too. you’ll feel better.
normalise low blocking thresholds… blocking someone arguing with you is not weak or over-reacting or whatever.
👏🏻 support 👏🏻 creators 👏🏻 or 👏🏻 they'll 👏🏻 lose 👏🏻 motivation 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 create 👏🏻 things 👏🏻
i always see these posts about mutuals, but i just wanted to clarify that you can always
- message me about how your day was
- tag me in posts
- ask for advice
- help you with something (to the best of my ability)
- have a friend / a listener
even if we’re not mutuals; the beauty of mutuals is grand, but i believe in helping/being there for everyone to the best that i can
You ever realize sometimes when you try to make friends that it feels like you’re playing one of those choice based games where to get the good ending you gotta answer correctly? But then you realize you don’t have any right answers. And that friend you tried to make gets along with others because they have the right answer and you don’t so you just sit there alone because you’re happy they have friends and you don’t want to intrude and you’re torn between feeling sorry for yourself and yet also being happy for them? No? Just me… okay.