and it kept crashing for no reason

Actually you know what. Just don’t mow. Get rid of your lawnmower. Turn your whole yard into a wildflower field or an edible garden. Lawns are the invention of the upper class to show wealth through wasted plots of grass that is meticulously tended for no reason other than to be grass. It’s literally an empty plot of land they kept because they had so much money they didn’t need it to grow food. Not using a yard as just a yard is an act of rebellion.

One of the main industries still supporting lawns is chemical pest control companies, and they’re also responsible for the insecticides that crashed the bird populations in the 40s and 50s as well as a lot of what’s killing bees and butterflies now. The herbicides they produce specifically targets “bad” plants like dandelions, buttercups, and clovers, which are plants bees rely on for early spring feeding. Grass is just grass; it would be great for feeding small mammals if people would let it grow more than three inches, but they won’t.

So, yeah. Kill lawnmower culture. Plant some native flowers. Grow some vegetables and fruit trees. Put out bird feeders and bee sugar spots and homes for both. Be kind to bugs and birds and rabbits and opossums and whoever else might wander by. Make your neighborhood a lot more beautiful.

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turning me on | jeff atkins

anon request: can i request a jeff atkins imagine with #8 and #33? maybe jeff took his girlfriend (reader) to a party with him and you could take it from there. thank you!

8) “you’re turning me on.”

33) “come sit on my lap.”

warnings: fluff, almost smut

a/n: ok but that gif is so hot. FIRST IMAGINE OF MY BBY <3

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To Steal A Kiss

Summary: As a mild criminal, you make a bold move to pick-pocket a suspicious looking stranger, but you may have picked the wrong target. (Bucky x reader)

Request/Prompt(s): Can you do this “I kissed you as a distraction while stealing your wallet” with Bucky x reader? Thanks!

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1933

A/N: Ok first, I do not condone theft. Second, I’m so glad someone picked this one!!! :D This was such a fun idea!

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

“We’ve been here for over an hour!” you whined, pacing the small empty room, dust particles swirling up into the sunlight with each step. “When do we make the drop?”

“When I’m ready,” your partner hissed, clearly annoyed with your impatience, “We’re the ones with the goods, they’ll wait and right now I’ve got a lurker that’s been hanging around at the corner for too long.”

“Lemme see.” You pushed your way to the window, picking up the heavy binoculars from the floor.

“Big guy. Army green coat, and black hat, northeast corner.”

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The Lip Biting

Originally posted by hardyness

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Request: I wanted to request a Peter x Reader, where the reader has a habit of biting her lip, when she’s nervous, or reading, or in deep thought, and she has a crush on Peter, so she bites her lip a lot, around him- It drives Peter nuts, and one he decides to do something about it. Lots of fluff, and maybe heavy make out? Please? (anonymous)

Word count: 1229

A/N: I loved writing this request. I started writing this at 2 am because I got so excited and just couldn’t stop. Hope that you’ll love this!

PS. Requests are open so feel free to send me any ideas that you might have! Send your requests here

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You were late from math class and ran there as fast as you could. You were so embarrassed. You could feel everyone’s eyes on you and you decided to just keep your head down and walk to the first empty seat that you could find. You put your things to the table and opened your book. You were so exhausted from running to school that you just wanted to collapse to the floor. You let out a heavy sigh and slapped your face a bit, trying to wake yourself up. “Rough morning huh?” you heard a familiar voice say. You recognized that voice immediately. Oh damnit, you thought. Your face instantly turned red and you did everything you could to compose yourself. You usually tried to avoid sitting next to Peter because seeing him, hearing him and even smelling him always made you lose all your concentration. “Y-yeah, I overslept” you responded to him and turned your gaze at him. You had known Peter for months yet every time you were near him you got nervous. Peter smiled at you and turned his attention back to the teacher. You tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but all you could think about was Peter’s beautiful brown eyes, his curly hair and how you just wanted to run your hand through it.

Peter glanced at you and saw you deep in your thoughts. He noticed that you were biting your lip again. It was something you did every time Peter looked at you and he loved it. Whenever he saw that lip between your teeth he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you so hard. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. Peter was deep in his daydreams when he realized that you were now looking at him back. He quickly turned his attention to his book and tried to hide the blush on his face. You turned back to your work and started biting your lip even harder.

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prompt #2, #29, #38 (Brett Talbot)

2.“don’t go I can’t be alone.” 29.“the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that i’d be able to stop.” 38.“wow that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” Requested by @wckedheart

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“what do you guys think you’re doing?” My new friend Liam Dunbar asked me and our other friend Mason.

“me? i’m agreeing with you, i’m being agreeable.” Mason said his eyes not leaving number 28 on the opposing team.

“I’m gawking.” I said honestly.

Brett Talbot was everything your parents warned you about, he was hot with an attitude. A bad boy, and he played the part very well. 

“you think he’s hot don’t you?” Liam said disgustedly.

“no, no of course not.” Mason said looking at Liam.

“yes.” I said quickly.

“He wants to break me in half.” Liam said looking at the beautiful boy now too.

“please like he could.” I scoffed.

I wasn’t talking about Brett’s fighting abilities or stroking Liam’s ego, I was talking about the fact that Liam was a werewolf. I being Stiles little sister got him to trust me. Mason and Liam were talking but something else caught my attention. It was Garrett, and I could’ve swore he was looking at Brett. I ran over to the Devenford Prep side earning confused glances from Mason and Liam. Brett looked utterly confused when I came up to him.

“hi uh you don’t know me but I have a question.” I started looking at the tall boy.

He looked even more handsome up close if that was even possible.

“uh what?” He asked confused.

I turned around and Garrett was definitely glaring now. I could feel myself getting more nervous by the second. Garrett was a assassin and I had a feeling he was going to go after Liam tonight. I think Brett might be in on it.

“are you okay?” Brett asked turning me around so I was looking at him.

“no, uh just a silly question, you’ve never killed anyone for money have you?”

As soon as the words left my lips I rolled my eyes. I seriously did not just ask him that. Brett started to laugh.

“you’re cute.” He said laughing.

“so is that a yes, or..”

“no I’ve never killed anyone for money.” He said laughing again.

I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I walked away. Liam ran up to me giving me a really confused look.

“he’s never killed anyone for money.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“why would you think he has?” Liam said looking at me like I was crazy.

Scott and I both thought Liam was the one he was after, but we didn’t tell him that. Liam wasn’t even on the list yet, but he would be and we all knew it. Lydia just needed to crack the next part of the list.

“no reason, now go out there and kick butt!” I said patting him on the shoulder.

I walked to the bleachers sitting down. I saw Violet in the stands laughing and talking to her friends like she wasn’t some psychotic nut job. The game started and Brett wasn’t taking it easy on Liam. I didn’t blame him, Liam did have some anger issues. I kept my eyes on Garrett the entire time. That’s when it happened. Garrett crashed into Liam and Brett. Brett was groaning on the field and was taken away by paramedics. I figured Liam used his werewolf strength on Brett. I looked back to check on Violet but she was gone. I ran up to where her friends were sitting.

“hey where did Violet go, I uh have something that belongs to her.” I asked forcing the fakest smile I could manage.

“she went to the bathroom, she’ll be right back.” Her friend said rolling her eyes at me.

I ran a fast as I could into the school. Liam was never the target of tonight, it was Brett. That’s why Garrett was looking at him, Brett was a supernatural creature, and Violet was going to kill him. I walked in seeing the bodies of the paramedics on the floor. I ran in the boys locker room where Brett was laying on the floor groaning in pain.

“Brett are you okay?” I asked going over and dropping down next to him.

Brett looked behind me with wide eyes. I felt something hard hit the back of my head. I could feel my vision start to get cloudy.

“what did you do to me?” Brett asked trying to get away.

Originally posted by lildoog-ish

“It’s a rare form of wolfsbane, it won’t kill you, but this will.” Violet said snapping her necklace to reveal the thermo cut wire.

She kicked Brett down so he couldn’t get away. All I could do was sit there helplessly as Violet was about to kill him.

“you’re worth a lot of money Brett.” She said wrapping the wire around his neck.

Brett’s screams of pain were the last thing I heard before my vision went black. I woke up later to someone shaking me.

“y/n wake up!” I heard a voice say.

I opened my eyes to see Scott leaning over me.

“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me sit up.

I looked behind him seeing Violet.

“Scott watch out!” I screamed.

Violet wrapped the wire around his neck pulling.

“Garrett insisted we go after the beta but why not the alpha.” She said pulling tighter.

Scott flashed his alpha eyes pulling at the wire around his neck. He turns around growling at Violet, throwing her into the wall. That was when Brett started to violently shake.

“we have to get him to Deaton’s!” I said trying to help Brett.

Derek and Stiles rushed in the locker room picking up Brett.

“you guys go, I’ll talk to the cops and make sure Violet doesn’t go anywhere.” Scott said looking at the knocked out girl.

Derek drove while Stiles and I sat in the back with Brett. Brett was still shaking violently.

“Derek you need to hurry!” I yelled trying to hold Brett.

We arrived at Deaton’s jumping out of the car. Now Brett was foaming yellow stuff out of his mouth. We lay him on Deaton’s table trying to control his convulsing.

“what the hell is wrong with this kid?” Stiles asked struggling to hold him.

“wolfsbane, she poisoned him.” I told Deaton walking over to his tools with him.

“alright we’ll have to cut him open for the poison to get out, but you need to hold him still or the incision could kill him.” Deaton said grabbing a scalpel.

“yeah Derek how about some werewolf strength?” Stiles said losing his grip on Brett.

“in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not the only one with werewolf strength here.” Derek growled.

“hold him still!” Deaton yelled bringing the scalpel closer to his chest.

“I can’t, he’s slipping!” Stiles yelled losing his grip on Brett.

Brett got up sending Derek, Stiles, and Deaton to the floor.

“Brett Stop!” I screamed.

He stopped, looking at me. He turned back around to run but Peter punched him in the face knocking him out. Deaton and I ran over to him. I held his hand while Deaton cut his chest open, releasing a cloud of yellow smoke.

“will he be okay?” I asked stroking his hair.

“yeah he’ll be out for awhile though.” Deaton said helping Stiles pick him up.

We sat him back on the exam table.

“we need to go find Scott.” Stiles said gesturing to me and Derek.“

"you guys go, he should have someone to explain all this when he wakes up. I said pulling up a chair to sit beside him.

Stiles and Derek left leaving me alone with an unconscious Brett. I put my head down on the table still feeling a little woozy from getting hit. I slowly felt my eyes fluttering shut. I woke up to Brett jolting up off the table.

"what happened to me?” He asked panicking.

“Brett look at me, you’re going to be okay. Just sit down and we’ll talk about everything.” I said grabbing his hand.

He let me take him back to the table to sit down. He didn’t let go of my hand though. I explained everything to him, about the deadpool, the assassins, everything that we have figured out so far.

“so somebody is killing us for money?” He asked looking in my eyes.

I shook my head giving him a moment to take in everything.

“i’m going to get Deaton.” I said hopping off the table.

Brett quickly pulled me back to him.

don’t go, I can’t be alone.” He said pulling me in his arms.

“of course i’ll stay, Brett someone just tried to kill you for a million dollars.” I said wrapping my arms around him too.

“Wait, i’m worth a million dollars?” He said looking up to meet my eyes.

“yep, a million, you must be special.” I said laughing at the look he gave me.

wow y/n that was deep, like deeper than the pacific.” He said laughing.

“I’m just telling you what I see.” I said smiling at him.

I didn’t realize we were still wrapped in each others arms.

“are you okay?” I asked looking down at him.

“I will be.”

We were just looking at each other. I saw Brett looking at my lips, so I started to lean down resting my lips on top of his, but Brett pulled away.

“is there a problem?” I asked pulling away looking at him.

the problem is, if I kiss you, I don’t know that I’d be able to stop.” Brett said smirking.

I bent down putting my lips on his. He stood up so he was now leaning down to kiss me.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“you’re cute.” He said once he pulled away.

I could hear someone clearing their throat. I looked over at my brother Stiles, knowing that he fully saw what just happened.

“and I’m dead.” I chuckled grabbing Brett’s hand and preparing to face the wrath of my brother.

prompt from: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161065686187/teen-wolf-imagine-prompts

so I want to explain how I do my requests. I try to do them in order of when they were requested but with dialogue prompts you have to think about the context in which the characters are saying those things and the events that lead up to them. When making my prompts it’s easier to put certain lines with certain characters so sometimes I have to really think about the writing piece. I promise i’m not forgetting about you if I haven’t done yours yet, it just means you’re challenging my writing and that’s cool because it gives me room to expand! Thank you for over 200 followers!

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The grass felt warm beneath your feet and the sun was warm against your skin. It was beautiful today, too nice to train but your master kept insisting.
‘Training’s important and you need to learn.’ That’s what he always said. He could be so stuck up sometimes. You were good enough and hell bent on proving it today by beating him.

Sword raised and feet firmly placed on the ground, you wait for his attack that shortly follows. Your swords crash, a noise interrupting the eerie silence all around.
Maybe you’d get him to do something else with you once you’d won? God, there were a lot of things you’d like to do with the man. One reason you were always unconcentrated during training was because you stared, a lot. Thoughts kept wandering to places they shouldn’t.
Your foot is pushed out under you, sword flying away. Distracted again. All you can manage to do is grab his shirt and pull him down as well.

“Your mind is somewhere else.”
He states, hovering above you with his elbows on the ground so his body isn’t crushing yours.
“Maybe I’ve been thinking about you…” Your fingers brush against his arm as you start to talk in a flirty voice. He never reacted but you tried anyway and it was seeing him squirm a little because he had to keep his cool.
“Then think about how I’ve beaten you the last time.”
“You’re no fun, master!” You make a pouting face and purse your lips.
His hand moves along your cheek for a moment, a familiar gesture that makes you lean into his touch. His brows are furrowed and he looks a bit sad, almost like he’s in pain. His head moves down, closer to your face. You blush when you feel his mouth against your earlobe and his breath tickling your skin.
“I’m not supposed to be fun…I’m here to keep you alive and that’s the most important thing to me.”

EXO Reaction to seeing you with your new boyfriend

Anon Requested: EXO’s reactions to seeing you (their ex girlfriend) after a few months with someone new. They wanted to get back together with you.

I wanted to update so much you guys :(( My personal life has been going downhill once again and I can feel myself slowly go back into my depression and lose my love of writing again but I really am trying :/ Things have just been bad but I really hope you like this reaction.


Sehun ( Myung Jun ): He saw you with him when he pulled up to your apartment. His car was parked beside yours and was knocking at the door, his thoughts were answered when you smiled and kissed him on your doorstep. Sehun didn’t even get out of his car, he was too embarrassed and drove away.

Originally posted by awwsehun

Originally posted by astroyals


Jongin ( Il Hoon ): Jongin wanted you back the second he ruined everything and broke up with you. He knew you needed space so he didn’t come to you immediately, he took his time trying to think of how to win you back and express just how he screwed up. He knew where you trained and what room to go to but what he didn’t expect was seeing you dance so closely with a man he didn’t know. He didn’t say anything, no words came to mind but the thought of coming to you sooner rather than later.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Originally posted by dearlemiel


Kyungsoo ( Ji Ho ): Kyungsoo was heartbroken seeing you with him, he hated it even more that he took you to the awards shows. Seeing you dressed up and being so close with Jiho he didn’t like it at all. He didn’t understand what you saw in him as the both of them were so different, he didn’t like the way Jiho looked at you but now he couldn’t do anything, it was too late.

Originally posted by tokyo-inn

Originally posted by zico-mino-trash


Chanyeol ( Yoon Gi ): Chanyeol was really hurt when he saw you with Yoongi, he assumed you never cared about him in the first place. Chanyeol dropped whatever he had in his hands and turned away from you with what seemed to be your new boyfriend. Everything in his hands came crashing down on the ground causing you to turn back. “Chanyeol?” He heard your voice, he knew your voice but he kept walking not looking back.

Originally posted by exofetish

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Jongdae ( Jae Hyung ): He didn’t know how to feel, seeing you with another man hurt him but Jongdae couldn’t help but know he was the reason you were with him in the first place, he drove you away and realized that he truly did need and want you until it was too late.

Originally posted by sehunicorne

Originally posted by brianskangs


Baekhyun ( Dae Hyun ): He didn’t like that you got over him so quickly, seeing you with Daehyun pissed him off and all thoughts of getting back together with you left his mind. He honestly couldn’t believe that you already got back together with someone else and just stared, a little bit in disbelief but mostly in anger.

Originally posted by the-a-team-baekhyun

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash


Junmyeon ( Hyun-woo ): He was hurt, what else could you expect? He loved you with every ounce of his being and wanted you back. His heart broke seeing you in the arms of someone else, he didn’t want to believe that you were over him, that he didn’t mean anything and that it was so easy for you to move on. He stood there, heart breaking and not knowing what to do next.

Originally posted by royalyeol

Originally posted by sonhyunu


Yixing ( Min Seok ): He felt betrayed, he was the reason for the break up but seeing you with his hyung felt like a betrayal. Minseok was there for you for the break up, you didn’t mean to fall for him so quickly but it had just happened. Yixing thought he wanted you back but seeing you with his own group member let alone someone he called a brother was hard for him to face, so he walked away from the two of you refusing to speak to either.

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Originally posted by xiuminet


Minseok ( Seung Hyun ): He was confused, he didn’t think you had moved on and from what he had heard from others you wanted him back too. So seeing you with Seunghyun hurt him but confused him even more, he wanted to believe it was just a ploy to get over him but when you started calling Seunghyun your boyfriend everything in his heart shattered to pieces.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Originally posted by seungriprincesscookie

Three’s a Party

Because I got a lot of requests for this (I’m blaming you @chatin-with-the-dark-bois) I had to get it out. Also because Royce wouldn’t stop messaging me about it! 

Are you happy now?

Warnings: Mature content, threesome, biting, a bit of blood. 

Originally posted by darkipliermarkiplier

Originally posted by floralcrownjack

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anonymous asked:

could you do a niall blurb about something kind of off slow hands like super sweet, relaxed, tired with like shoulder kisses

Niall was exhausted.  Promo all day for this new CD coming out resulting in a 14-16 hour work days had taken it’s toll.  Not to mention he hadn’t seen you in a couple days although it felt like weeks at this point.

He deposited his keys and shoes in the front hallway even though he knew you hated that.  He was far too exhausted at this point to even think about putting anything in it’s proper area.

He walked into your bedroom, took two long strides towards the bed and collapsed face down into the pillows.  You looked up from your Chemistry book, twisting your body around to survey your very hot, very sweet, very tired boyfriend groaning into the mountain of pillows behind you like he had just ran 15 miles.

“How was the promotion today?”
Niall snorted into the pillow, his body jerking a bit when he did so,

“Long.  What time did I leave this mornin’?”  He asked, his voice muffled due to the fact that his face was smashed into a mountain of cotton.

“Think it was three or four.  I don’t remember.”

He lifted his head out of the pillow mountain,

“Three.”  He said, pushing himself up onto his hands, “It was three.”  

He took a moment to look around the room.  You were seated Indian style on the bed.  Your Chem book open in front of you.  A bag of peanuts in which you’d randomly reach over and grab a few every couple of minutes was sitting next to you.  And the TV was on, though muted.

“Studyin’?  Thought school was over.”

“It is.  I’m just trying to see how I did on the final today.”

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rooftop

Originally posted by vminv

TITLE: rooftop

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, romance

WORDS: 24 435

WARNING: profanity, suicide themes

AUTHOR: thelillzmonster

SUMMARY: having to watch the person you love be in love with someone else is one of the worst feelings that exist. you knew that feeling first hand and hated every second of it, but you put up with it for the sake of friendship. but what happens when a new, quiet and isolated boy joins your class. is he somehow the solution to all the pain? or is he the reason it all comes crashing down?

A/N: this is a story that I wrote from my own ideas and is also the story that I am most proud of. it is quite angsty, but it’s bearable ;)

ENJOY     ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆ 

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anonymous asked:

Hello Sabre, do you know any fics where Tony is the one that finds Steve in the ice? Love at first sight? Tony's the first person Steve sees after 70 years? :)

You know, this one kind of stumped me, but here are a few suggestions. You might check out the soulmate recs, too.  If anyone has more, please add them!

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Viridian, Azure, Zaffre by napdragon:  Colors are reserved for those who meet their soulmates. Tony Stark’s seen them since the minute they found Steve Rogers in the ice. As for Steve, he’s seen in color since he woke up, but doesn’t know who triggered it, and Tony isn’t sharing.

Follow In Your Footsteps by @sineala: When Tony is twelve, his soulmate’s name appears on his wrist. Unfortunately, it’s hard to find out anything at all about Steve Rogers.It turns out there’s a reason for that.

The Lengths that I Will Go To by @polizwrites:  After forty-five years, Howard Stark discovers the wreck of the Valkyrie and that Captain America somehow survived the crash and nearly a half-century of being frozen in the ice.Tony Stark, having been brought back to the fold after several years of freedom, finds himself face to face with his childhood idol (and teenage crush) when he is recruited to help care for the recovering Captain Rogers, whose existence is being kept a secret.

In All the World by wallhaditcoming: In a world where Sentinels, people with five heightened senses, bond mentally and spiritually with Guides, people gifted with empathetic powers, Tony Stark has spent thirty-three years overwhelmed by the emotions of those around him and running from his own. Sentinel Steve Rogers wakes up sixty years out of his own time and struggles to deal with the massive amount of new sensory input while trying to find his footing in a New York very different from the one he knew. When they finally find each other, how will their bond change them?

And my own love at first sight thing:

This Is Not a Drill by sabrecmc: “Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”Chapter 2: Wherein Tony plots murder, Steve is stubborn and there’s an island, but not that one.Chapter 3: The world’s least interesting pillow fight Chapter 4: Poor suit design is an issue.Chapter 5: Pillows solve everything Chapter 6: Total porn. Improper use of biology and anatomy. Nothing remotely redeeming. At all.

Really liked this scene in the trailer for some reason, they really brought out Barbossa’s eyes. I had to apply PSD though. And re-do this so many times cause PS kept crashing fml. Don’t like that it’s too fast, it didn’t seem like that in preview :( but I’m too lazy to re-do.

Missing

(I got bored on the plane… inspired by Felicity’s party dress, Marc’s birthday words: Surprise / Cake / Fun, and the lyrics of Missing by Bruce Springsteen)

Oliver grinned and clapped Diggle on the back as he saw him out of the loft. With everything going on, the last thing he’d expected was a surprise birthday party. When Felicity had asked him to come over, he honestly hadn’t been sure what to expect. They were in a much better, but still undefined, place since their talk in the bunker. When they’d first gotten trapped down there, he’d been pissed… But he was grateful for it now. He shut the door behind the last of their friends and turned his eyes to look at where his mind had wandered… where it often was these days… to Felicity. Her back was to him as she loaded wine glasses and plates into the dishwasher. She wore an orange floral dress that was just short enough to make his heart race every time she bent forward to place something on the bottom rack of the machine. Her heels were in the path between the door and the kitchen and she stood there barefoot, adding an intimate domesticity to the scene before him. The cut of her dress left both sides of her back bare with one strip of fabric running up the middle. A couple times that night his fingers had encountered her soft skin… Once, when following her into the kitchen, his hand had found its way to her lower back. A habit born in their time together that was hard to break. Another when he’d casually touched her waist to gain her attention. She’d looked back over her shoulder at him with a smile and then turned towards him causing his fingers to graze along her skin before his hand fell back to his side. But it had always been brief, too brief. He missed being able to linger. To hold onto her. He shook himself out of his thoughts and started collecting the last of the dishes in the living room. “You don’t have to do that,” she called. “You’re not supposed to clean up your own party.” Her voice was lilting and teasing and he found himself smiling again. The muscles in his face were sore from repeating the unfamiliar action so much this evening. He hadn’t felt much like smiling this past year, but tonight had reminded him of all the reasons he still had to do so. When he walked into the kitchen, Felicity quickly relieved him of the plates he was carrying. “No more,” she said, setting them aside. “I’ll finish this up later.”

“Felicity…. Thank you.”

“It’s no big deal. The dishwasher does most of the work,” she said waving her hand dismissively. “Luckily. Or I would only use paper products.”

“No… Not,” he chuckled and his head dipped for a moment before catching her eyes. “Thank you for THIS, Felicity. For this party. For this night. For…”

“Oliver,” she rested a hand on his chest, right over his heart and he knew she felt it rise and fall deeply beneath her palm. “You don’t ever have to thank me.” She tossed his words playfully, but sincerely back at him with a little smirk.

He nodded. “I had a great time.”

“Me too.” She smiled a beatific smile and almost shyly said, “happy birthday, Oliver” before moving the hand still resting on his chest up to his shoulder, then around his neck. Her other arm followed and he bent his knees slightly to accommodate their height difference and following her lead, wrapped his arms around her small waist. Each of his hands ended up on the opposite side of her back, resting against the warm, smooth, exposed skin. Her head easily found its place on his right shoulder and the familiarity and rightness of the hug had him wrapping his arms a little tighter, the tips of his fingers sliding just slightly beneath the fabric on the sides of her dress. Her breath caught and her hold tightened as well. The fingers of her left hand dug into his back and her right moved up his neck and carded into his hairline, holding him to her. They embraced. The full length of her body was pressed to his and he gently turned his nose into her soft hair to inhale the sweet vanilla scent of her shampoo. He was afraid to speak, to break the spell or lose this lingering moment he’d been craving, but he couldn’t stop her name from falling from his lips in a whisper “Felicity,” he breathed… It ruffled her hair and her arms broke out in goosebumps. She turned her face into his neck as his hands started to smooth up and down her back slowly. She shivered and released a stuttering breath against his skin. His fingers dug into her back and her nails scraped his skull. When he dipped his head to her shoulder and brushed it with his lips, she pulled back to look at him. He kept his grip tight and their bodies aligned, but leaned his head back as well to meet her eyes. Their faces were so close together she barely had to lean forward to nuzzle his nose with hers; her eyes drifted closed and he took the moment to appreciatively admire her dark eyelashes fluttering against her porcelain cheeks. “Stay,” she whispered. Her breath ghosted over his lips or he might believe he’d imagined the quiet plea. Her eyes opened again and their gazes crashed together. “Stay with me.” There was no reason for her to phrase it as a question. There was no question. No choice to make. After 441 days apart she was in his arms and he had no plans of letting go as long as she was happy to stay there. He’d imagined this moment; woken up from dreams of it. It had always been desperate and fast, laced with the fear that it would slip through his fingers. This was so much better. He moved towards her slowly, pausing when he was a hairsbreadth from her lips. He was dying to taste her, but he waited for her to close the distance. She didn’t make him wait long, pushing up onto her toes she firmly pressed her mouth to his. They stayed there for a moment, lips pressed together almost chastely, breathing each other in. As the kiss softened, she whispered, “I’ve missed you,” against his mouth. Before he could respond he tasted salt. He pulled back slowly until their lips were just barely brushing. His chest constricted sharply at the sight and taste of her tears. He met her watery eyes. “Felicity,” he murmured, “hold on to me tight.” She looked confused for half a second before he lifted her feet off the ground. She tightened her arms around his neck and lifted her legs to bracket his hips. He moved one hand from her waist to under her thigh for support and walked them towards the living room. He sat down on the couch with her in his lap. He wiped the wet streaks from her skin with the rough pads of his thumbs and they talked and kissed for hours before eventually falling asleep with her ear pressed to his heart and his fingers in her hair. Oliver woke up feeling whole and content for the first time since the last time he’d slept with Felicity in his arms. But he woke with a little less warm woman and vanilla scent than he’d anticipated. Sitting up and rubbing his hand over his face, the stillness of the loft struck him and his good feeling started to abate. He shook his head; she was probably just in the bathroom. “Felicity…” He called out. His voice echoed in the empty loft and he got to his feet slowly. He urged his body to move faster, but dread was weighing him down. He moved up the stairs, calling her name with a hint more desperation. “Fe-licit-y!” Finding the upstairs empty, his body finally cooperated and he ran back down for his phone, tapping her contact picture. He half expected it to ring at the house and he breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t. He implored her with his thoughts to pick up the phone and say she was just at the coffee shop down the stre–

“Oliver!” A dreadfully cheerful voice answered the phone and everything in Oliver’s body rebelled. No, his brain screamed. His jaw tightened painfully and his blood ran cold. “Where’s Felicity?” He growled through clenched teeth.

Hello Neighbour

Characters: Tony x Reader

Summary: Living next door to Tony Stark is, unsurprisingly, a little bit of a nightmare but how much could you take before you are seriously planning to sneak in and murder the inconsiderate ass in his sleep?

Word Count: 2041 words

Prompt “You’re my new neighbor, but I know you’re stealing my wifi to watch porn. Can you not?”

A/N:  This is for @bionic-buckyb and her fabulous challenge.  Thanks for the prompt sweetie. xx

You weren’t usually a passive aggressive note kinda person and as you found yourself scribbling yet another post-it note for the inconsiderate asshole who had moved into the apartment next door you let out a frustrated growl.  It had started innocently enough.  The wonderful, amazing gay couple that you adored moved out into a gorgeous, much larger condo and you had waited the arrival of your new neighbour with a little trepidation but general hope.  You had been at work when they moved in and upon entering the hall you’d had to climb over several boxes just strewn about the place with a frown.  It was okay though, perhaps they were moving in by themselves and with the parking restrictions had to get everything in the building as quickly as possible.  You got how stressful moving was so you let it slide.  When the thumping bass caused your bed to vibrate so much it woke you at 3am you had simply taken a steadying breath and tried to focus on the fact that your new neighbour was still unpacking at this hour and deserved your pity, the music was probably just to keep them awake to finish what they could.

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I was in the woods and wanted to plant some saplings, but the earth kept sucking them in and I kept trying different spots till I came to a highway. I somehow managed to plant my sapling onto the curb and it started growing pretty well, but a driver of passing a truck got irritated by me standing next to the roadway and crashed into the guard railing. Luckily no one was hurt. The horse which was being transported in the truck escaped and for some reason, it was very attracted to my sapling. When it tried to eat it, the sapling ripped its roots out of the earth and started running and the horse started chasing it around. In the end the horse had to be tranquilized to protect the sapling and I woke up in cold sweat.

The Hunter and The Witch (Chapter 2- Bad Karma)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: Desire starts to mess with reader’s head.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing.
Word Count: 2.017
A/N: Thank you for the amazing feedback everyone!  I hope you’ll like this part too, and please make sure to tell me what you think! I love feedback! Kisses :*
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Okay, this was getting ridiculous. There had to be some switch that allowed you to shut your hormones down around very, very attractive hunters.

A specific attractive hunter that happened to give you very interesting dreams, that is.

You leaned the ice cold water glass to your neck and closed your eyes, heaving a sigh. Even though your mind was more than aware of the fact that nothing could ever happen with anyone, let alone a certain green eyed hunter, your hormones didn’t seem to get the freaking memo.

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Third year, In review

My third year of medical school was the hardest, longest, and best year of my academic life. When i look back on it, a couple gems of memories stand out.

On my first hour in OBGYN, I saw a crash c-section. I couldn’t keep up with what was happening but I remember the blur of excitement, the frantic pulling of the surgeons, and the sudden wail of a new baby. I remember hands holding each other tight during labors, and stolen soft kisses behind a blue drape during c -sections

I remember the child in pediatric clinic, who was between life and death: a beating heart, lungs kept alive by a ventilator, and a brain stem flickering along. I was scared of that child for reasons I couldn’t quite articulate.

Then there was the day my horribly depressed patient smiled at me in the morning when I went to pre-round. I gasped and dropped my notebook. I didn’t think she would ever recover, and to see such change in a short period was miraculous. I think about her still and I hope she’s doing okay.

I remember the volume of the family medicine clinic. I remember how I would get into the flow of the day, I would fall into this rhythm of patients and presentations and medications and plans and suddenly it’d be 630 and it was past time to go home but I felt like it was just lunchtime.

It’s the beeping I remember most from internal medicine. The beeping of the pagers, of the heart rate monitors, of the drips telling us they needed to be refilled. I remember the man whose bed alarm would beep every hour because, dang it, he wanted to go home and get some privacy! But we all knew that his dementia had become too bad, that he would never again live alone.

In pediatric surgery, I watched my attending and chief perform a bedside ex-lap with hemi-colectomy during a code blue. I will never forget their calm precision as they tore open this boy’s belly, and I’ll never forget the sounds of his mother’s screams in the background.

I’ll carry around my memories of third year for a long time. I had a hard time of it this year. But I got to see and do things that most people will never ever get to do or see. I met people whose everyday job was to perform miracles of nature. I saw patients arise from deaths’ door and walk back out into the sunshine of the world. I saw people die. I saw myself grow from a timid and worried student to a woman who’s been tested, and come out stronger.

A Little Love & A Broken Jaw

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader

Genre: Comdey, Comfort, & Romance

Warnings: None

Summary:  Jason comes back hurt after a mission gone wrong.

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You opened the door to your apartment, thankful to finally be home. Work had kept you from getting out until 7pm and then it took to hours to get home because for some reason the Red Hood had traffic blocked up.

You threw your keys on the counter and went to go get changed, rolling your eyes at the thought of you boyfriend.

Most girls would be freak out over their boyfriend vigilantism, if not that then they’d definitely be freaking out seeing him go crashing right onto the top of a car.

But it was another day in the life of dating a member of the Batfamily so you weren’t worried. More than likely his family was with him, or he’d go to the Batcave later and get his injuries checked out. Alfred was just about as good as any doctor when it came to setting broken bones or treating fractures.

And with that thought you went about your evening, changing into a pair of sweatpants after taking a shower and making yourself to eat. Once your nightly routine was over it was almost 10pm and you finally got to sit down on the couch and pop open your favorite book.

You were barely through the first page when you heard a small tapping noise from the window at your fire escape. You looked up to see a gloved hand and a red hood sitting on your window sill, trying to get your attention. You put your book down in a hurry to open the window, a feeling in your stomach telling you something was off.

You slid the glass open, taking your boyfriend’s arm as he stumbled into your apartment. With his free arm he pulled his helmet off and chucked it to the floor, allowing you to get a good look at his face. Your heart squeezed at the sight.

Jason’s jaw was clearly not where anatomy deemed it was supposed to be. Blood was running down his forehead and along the side of his face around his black eye.

You gulped, wondering why in the hell Jason had come to you rather than go back to the Batcave to get patched up by Alfred. There wasn’t much you could do for these injuries. You decided it was best to do what you could in the bathroom, where you had a small medical kit underneath the cabinet.

You sat him on the lid of the toilet and pulled out a washcloth to clear the blood off of his face.

“Baby what happened?” You said, finally getting up the courage to ask him.

He just shook his head and pointed to his jaw, letting you know that attempting to speak wasn’t a good idea right now. A lightbulb went off in your head.

“I’ll be right back” You say to him, coming back a moment later with a notepad and pencil. You put it in his free hand before grabbing the washcloth and going back to cleaning the blood off of his face.

“Start explaining yourself.”

He sighed through his broken jaw and began to scribble on the notepad, irritated that he wasn’t going to get out of telling you what had happened. You finished cleaning up the blood, pulling the rubbing alcohol out to disinfect his cuts. Jason pulled away your hand before you could get a chance to finish cleaning him up, taking the supplies out of your hand and replacing them with the notepad. You looked down, beginning to read the what he had written.

That fucking clown was running around like he always is. Bats and I ended up getting into a fight because I had tried to kill him. Satan Spawn got pissed at me and threw me off the building into traffic. I didn’t go back to the Batcave because I was pissed and I just wanted to see you.

You giggled at how he had described Damian as “Satan Spawn” before handing the notebook back to him and leaning against the counter to look at him.

“Baby you should have gone back to the cave. Alfred could’ve patched you up much better.  You could have just came here later and I would have let you in.”

Jason held up a finger and scribbled on the notebook for a few more minutes, holding it up for you to read this time rather than just hand to you.

Nothing compares to when you patch me up.

You rolled your eyes at the cheesiness, leaning down to where he sat and giving him a kiss on the forehead. He smiled the best he could before wincing in pain and writing in the notebook once again.

So what are you doing tonight?

You scoffed at the note, beside the words was a winky face.

“I was going to have a nice quiet night of reading, but I guess I’ll be patching up your broken jaw instead.”

Jason huffed as ran your fingers along his jaw as gently as you could, assessing the damage. After a few minutes you came to the conclusion that there was no way you could take care of him yourself.

“You’re going to have to go to the cave, love. There’s nothing I can do here.”

Jason huffed again, slowly standing up to tower over you. He grabbed the notebook one more time, jotting down one more sentence underneath his previous words.

At least let me stay here tonight.

You gave him a small smile, taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom. He sat down on the bed, watching you pull out some fresh clothes he had left at your apartment previously. At this point he knew you gave in, allowing him to get checked out by Alfred in the morning rather than calling the butler to come get him.

He got changed and laid down in the bed, expecting you to slip underneath the comforter with him. When you got up to leave his hand reached for your forearm, stopping momentarily.

“Give me a few minutes babe. I’m just going to clean up and then I’ll be in bed with you.”

He huffed for what seemed like the millionth time, releasing your arm to let you go. Jason rolled over, allowing himself to get comfortable after the exhaustion of the night’s events.

You went to the bathroom, cleaning up the medical kit and throwing the washcloth into the hamper. You peaked into the bedroom once again, seeing that Jason had succumbed to sleep. You bit back your lip at hearing his labored breathing through his broken jaw. He definitely had a broken rib too.

You quietly exited the bedroom and shut the door behind you, tiptoeing your way to the living room where you had left your phone earlier that night.

You tapped the phone a few times until you reached the first contact in your list and hitting the call button. It only rang once when you heard the person at the other end of the line.

“How bad is it?”

“Broken jaw. Black eye. And a possible broken rib.” You hear a sigh at the other end of the line.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you Alfred.”