mid trail

Imagine Tony being used to just trailing off mid-sentence when he realizes he’s lost people. Imagine Tony being used to people not being interested in what he’s saying. Imagine the Avengers coming together and him chattering on before realizing their eyes have glazed over and oh, he’d thought–but never mind.

And he tries to rein it in, but it’s hard, and he just wants to share.

Imagine him realizing he’s doing it again, and Steve’s smile is starting to look pained, and he just trails off and slumps and wonders why he can’t be a normal person sometimes.

Now imagine Steve asking through his strained smile, “Could you explain it like I’m five? I don’t–understand most of the words you’re saying.”

And Tony tries to tell him it’s fine, he gets it, sometimes he gets carried away, but Steve sets his jaw in that way he does when he’s getting really stubborn and he says, “No, I’m interested, I just need you to use smaller words.”

Tony’s hesitant, but Steve’s got fiery eyes, so he starts again, even if it takes him a minute to figure out how to change his explanation so he uses less technical jargon. For the first time in possibly ever, he actually finishes his explanation.

And Steve reaches out to grab his hands and gushes, “Tony, that’s amazing,” and Tony’s heart flips over in his chest.


Based on this prompt I said I’d fill a few days ago:

boss: “know why I called you in here?”
me: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
boss: “accidentally?”


(on ao3)

“You need to stop pining after people you haven’t even spoken to,” Lydia says one day, probably because Derek—er, Mr. Hale, their boss—has just stepped through the front door of the cafe where they’re having lunch, and Stiles has trailed off mid-word to watch him walk up to the counter. In Stiles’ defense, he’s never seen Mr. Hale outside of the office before, let alone Mr. Hale wearing a leather jacket over his dress shirt. God, and Stiles thought the tailored suits were bad enough…


“Uh, I have too spoken to him,” Stiles says indignantly, tearing his eyes away from Derek’s broad back across the room. “One day I was coming out of the break room and I almost walked right into him and he said, ‘Excuse me,’ so then I said, ‘Oops,’ and he smiled at me. Kind of. A little bit. I mean, I interpreted it as a smile. There was some prolonged eye contact.”

Lydia abruptly stops stirring her fat-free latte to stare at him—one of those Oh god, it’s worse than I thought kind of looks. “That’s it?”

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Siren’s song (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader

NSFW content + gif under the cut

Requested by @dtescohmi

You took a deep breath, inhaling some fresh air before you took your first step onto the parking lot of your new school. Students were covering almost the whole area and you found it surprising that so many students went to an expensive prep school instead of the local high school.

Beacon Hills were known for their hoard of supernatural creatures and you thought that maybe attending to Devenford prep could make some distance and keep yourself out of trouble, since you were supernatural as well.

You step in to the office to get your schedule and to your discontent, the first lesson of the day were canceled. It wasn’t a big school and you decided to go to the field after buying a soda at the cafeteria, you often spent free period studying on the bleachers at your old school.

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essay writing strategy

if you’re like me, maybe you have trouble staying focused on your essays or remembering what you’re writing about when you trail off mid paragraph, 

or hate scrolling up and down the page to see things youve written previously/remember what you were talking about! 

ive developed a strategy for countering this sort of thing in my own work, and figured hey maybe i should type it out because it might help some other people who struggle with similar things! so here goes! 

also, uh .. I dunno if anyone cares about this but im using the Great Gatsby as an example, so if you care about being spoiled about stuff that happens in that book.. dont read the examples?

1. Rewrite/copy down your prompt. 

If you have short term memory problems like I do, this can help you actually remember what it is that you’re supposed to be talking about; and if you have issues skimming and skipping words in a sentence, it forces you to read all of it and not miss a key part of your prompt. 

Example prompt: Explore the thematic significance of symbols of wealth in The Great Gatsby, and what the author uses them to say about society in the text. 

2. Make a messy bullet point list of what you know. 

This doesn’t need to be organized. In fact, it shouldn’t be. At this point you’re just throwing your ideas out onto the word processor. Examples you can use, points you want to make, anything else that comes to mind. 


  • Gatsby’s car
  • Daisy as a symbol of money & american dream
    • (quote about her voice being full of money)
  • the valley of ashes 
  • capitalism is bad bcuz it favors people with old money etc 
  • the boat guy 

3. Cut down & reorder your bullet points to make yourself a neat little list. 

Your outline is starting to take shape now! If you can, it’s a good idea to try and think of transitions now; how you’re going to move from subject to subject in your essay. Now is a good time to elaborate on your points, too. 


  • Daisy as a symbol of money & american dream
    • (quote about her voice being full of money)
  • the valley of ashes 
    • (tie that in with the deaths of gatsby and wilson, all the people who “lost” in the book started poor, transition to:
  • capitalism is bad bcuz it favors people with old money etc, end with fancy ass profound quote if u think of one by then 

4. Gather all your points and squish em into one introductory sentence.

Your thesis statement, if you rather. Your thesis statement is something of a “preview” of what’s to come later in the essay, so it’s better to write this after you’ve got your outline down! Make sure that your thesis statement answers/addresses the question posed in the prompt. 


topics covered (daisy, valley of ashes, capitalism, people dead) 

In his novel the Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald seems to be criticizing how the American system is stacked against the poor, making it difficult, if not impossible, for anyone to truly achieve the elusive “American Dream”. 

5. Stick all that together

Now you’ve got the backbone of your essay! - your thesis statement, and the “topic” of each bit of the rest of your essay. Put this all together, and you’re ready to start padding it out. 


  • (theeeeesiiiiiiiiiisssss) In his novel the Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald seems to be criticizing how the American system is stacked against the poor, making it difficult, if not impossible, for anyone to truly achieve the elusive “American Dream”. 
  • Daisy as a symbol of money/the american dream (quote about her voice being full of money) 
  • The valley of ashes (poor people in a bad situation in the wasteland of the city) 
  • capitalism sucks bcuz it favors old money, profound quote, bam done we’re gona rock it 

6. Start padding out your essay! 

See, what I like about writing an essay like this is that you don’t have to scroll around your page in order to know what you’re supposed to be writing about in the section you’re working on. Using your bullet points as a guide, write your paragraph under each one. 


  • Daisy as a symbol of money/the american dream (quote about her voice being full of money)
    • A powerful symbol Fitzgerald uses to represent the American Dream is the character Daisy Buchanan. She is explicitly said to have a voice “full of money” and is pursued by many. However, when Gatsby finally achieves his dream of having her in his reach, she seems less magical, less perfect than he remembers; much like the American Dream seems from “close up”. Interestingly, the only one in the end who gets to have “the Dream” is Tom, someone born into money. Gatsby’s attempts to keep her are arguably in vain due to the fact that he used to be poor. 
  • The valley of ashes (poor people in a bad situation in the wasteland of the city)
    • Further commentary on wealth is evident in the area aptly named as the “Valley of Ashes”; the shadow of glamorous, frivolous New York, it is where the poor are left fighting for scraps and cleaning up what the rich left behind. (god, im not gonna finish this, im not getting a grade for this, you get the idea right? write the essay inside your outline. use it like a spine. like a tree trunk, and write the leaves around it.)

7. Write out an intro and conclusion to fit your middle paragraphs. 

Your introduction needs to “fade in” and bring the readers to your “point”; your conclusion needs to “fade out” and show the bigger picture and how your essay applies to other areas. (These aren’t rules that are set in stone per se, just good guidelines to follow when you dont have any other ideas.) 

Your thesis statement is ideally the end of your introduction, leading into the rest of your essay. Generally, the thesis is “restated” in different words in the conclusion, as if in summary. 

8. Delete your outline bullet points and clean it up a little. 

This is like erasing your construction lines after you finish a drawing, and then make sure it flows smoothly together. Reading it outloud to yourself is a good idea, it will help you catch any glaring errors. 

9. Congrats you wrote that dam essay!! 

good job dude!!!!! give yourself a pat on the back and maybe a treat bcuz you deserve it! 

it’s just like,,,, i re-fall in love with dan every liveshow, listening to him give his opinions and ramble about things he cares about. the way he admits to being scared about sharing those opinions sometimes, how honest he is about the things he’s choosing to share, the way he laughs mid-sentence and trails off and messes with his hair a bunch. and if my heart is warming listening to this soft goofy man speak for an hour, I can’t even imagine how phil must have felt all that time ago listening to dan ramble on skype….. or in person for the first time in his childhood bedroom…. or every day of their shared life in the home they live in together…… i forgot where i was going with this but it’s funny my allergies are suddenly acting up i gtg

Dating Zach Dempsey would include.....

  • he’s actually a huge dork
  • babysitting his sister with him and having movie nights
  • his sister ships you two hardcore
  • him trying to teach you how to play basketball by playing one-on-one but hes so serious and cute you can’t help but just giggle
  • he gets really protective when you’re around Bryce and Justin. They’re his friends, but you’re more important to him than them. 
  • his mom pretends to not like you, but she secretly does and once Zach learns of this approval, he’s really happy because he’s a momma’s boy
  • he helps you study for bio because you suck at it and he’s really good
  •  his first game that you watch he’s so nervous he keeps messing up till Justin shoves him and tell him to get his head in the game
  • cute little coffee dates
  • when you guys study together in either of your rooms, you most often having at least one dance party
  • he takes his shirt off as often as he can around you cuz he heard you mention once how distracting you find male torsos to be and he thinks it adorable when you trail off mid-sentence or forget what you’re doing because you’re staring
  • but he can’t really talk either, because you are the most intoxicating sight he’s ever seen
  • and when you get all dolled up for special occasions, its a wonder he can get anything done
  • you guys are each others biggest cheerleaders
  • literal heart eyes at each other
  • but when you guys fight its generally over bigger stuff, and its really sad to watch because you guys don’t talk for like a week at a time even though it kills you guys to be apart and there’s a lot of tears and sobbing but when you guys make up its actually goals
  • he has really great self-control, and you appreciate that he’s not all over you, and is patient and goes at your pace.
  • he loves cuddling lets admit it this kid loves being touched
  • also he loves it when people play with his hair, so he lets his sister braid it all the time
  • ice cream dates, sometimes with his sister
  • hes really glad you and his sister are basically bff’s
  • he says “I love you” first because he really does love you and he just wants to make sure you know it, and so he also says it lots

deciduousdust  asked:

Lol, I seem to remember you warning everyone about the bears and advising people not to go out on the trails til mid-November just a week or two ago. Gallus, I think you have single handedly increased the average number of bear encounters US citizens have. If you get eaten I'm going to laugh and then I'm going to cry.

1. My exact words were “Don’t go on the trails AFTER DARK until like, November”

2. My dog is an asshole with a tiny bladder and has to be taken out to the park after dark becuase there’s no good ‘dog potty’ any closer to my building.  I’m staying in my neighborhood on the lit trails but the bears do not give a fuck.


4. No really last fall was really wet and there was food everywhere so lots more bears got knocked up/had like, three times more cubs than they usually do, so Durango is basically dealing with a bear baby boom this year and the Mothers are too Hungry For Fear and are getting real aggro about food.  They’re ripping open dumpsters, a garage door got bent open for some cat food, and the cubs are looking at their moms and now they have no sense of fear either and are willing to just chill on porches and in hot tubs.

It doesn’t help that people out here are super-blase about bears too.  As in, one of my Prof came into class late and said “Sorry the bears broke into my kitchen, and broke my sink BUT I GOT SO MANY GOOD PICTURES.”  and then showed us pictures of the two (admittedly, fucking adorable) bear cubs destroying his kitchen for like half an hour.  

Other people are taking selfies.  The employees at the sonic (the only place open past 9 here) are under strict instructions to not take garbage out after dark becuase one of the sows and her three cubs are just… living out of that dumpster. Another neighbor has called the $300 fine for leaving your garbage cans out “Governmental Persecution” and is holding a protest where he’s leaving his garbage out anyway and prominently displaying his gun collection in the window.

Then again, Roger’s an asshole and honestly a bear wrecking his house would be Natural Consequences at this point.

So yeah. It’s Bearmaggedon out here right now and they’re coming one way or another, so I’m just going to take my mace and my chances.

team voltron and languages

some headcanons i have about team voltron speaking english as a second language from a certified bilingual

  • lance becomes confused over the lack of gendered words in english sometimes. he’ll trail off mid sentence trying to remember what version of the word to use and getting stuck. angrily shouting the word in spanish - gendered as it would be.
  • shiro can’t help but slip into japanese when he’s frustrated because it allows him to speak faster and he avoids insulting people in english. he apologizes anyways, even though no one understood.
  • pidge is really good at keeping her italian accent down, but when she’s tired her r’s are rolled and when she’s angry she sounds a little more fancy than she intends.
  • when keith is upset it’s like he forgets english entirely. the strings of korean he’s babbling out doesn’t make much sense either in reality. every now and then he manages to choke out a single word in english and whoever is there with him can finally understand a little better what’s bothering him.
  • when hunk is hyperfocused on anything he starts mumbling in samoan. it’s never a full sentence, just tiny fragments of thoughts. when he gets extremely excited he switches to samoan because the emotions override his second language.
  • allura talks to herself in altean. it isn’t much, but it reminds her of home and of her family.
  • coran picks up on this and anytime he’s speaking to just allura he does so in altean. they both need a little bit of home with them at all times.
  • the first time pidge talks to allura in altean it’s broken and her accent is terrible, but allura sweeps her up into a tight hug while tears stream down her face.
Youth // Jung Hoseok


the prompt: could you make a Prince Hoseok fanfic? It’d be nice if it were fluffy (Hobie’s been getting all up in my feels as of late) but I have nothing specific in mind. the au i based this scenario off of: i’m in an arranged marriage but i’m in love with the sibling help

words: 3056

category: fluff + minimal angst

author note: hobi is always in my feels ngl. he’s just so happy and handsome and can we talk about the fact that hobi is the definition of husband material? my sister and i talk about that a lot. anyway, enjoy!

- destinee

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Daddy Issues (NSFW)

Request: could I request an imagine where the reader has been teasing Tim/ being really provocative the whole day until he snaps and has pretty angry sex with them, with a lot of payback teasing? thank you xx

Warnings: Swearing, Smut.  Read at your own risk

AN: Second time writing smut so idk how this’ll work out.  This is prob really cringey.

It’s been three weeks since you and Tim had sex.  Three weeks without him doing or saying anything.  Your first try was when you woke up.  With Tim still sleeping, you rubbed your backside against his front, noticing he was getting hard.  He groaned and woke up; rubbing his eyes.  You turned around and began to kiss him.  Not in the mood he pushed you away and got out of the bed.

You groaned and rolled over in bed.  Not knowing why he didn’t pay attention to you.  

He’d been busy working on one of his cases; which apparently took precedence over you. It the second attempt, you went to his office.  You sat in his lap and kissed his jaw.  “Tim,” you say, “Why don’t we go do something else.  When he doesn’t respond you begin kissing down his neck.

He nudged you away and focused on the computer.  “Y/N I need to work on the case.  Later.”  You groaned and stayed on his lap, pulling on his hair.  “Please Daddy?” you pleaded.  You were beyond desperate.  Too focused to hear you, he didn’t answer.  You rolled your eyes and gave up; not noticing him hiding a hard on and blushing.

The last try was at dinner.  You, Tim, Bruce, Dick, Damian sat; waiting for Alfred to bring out the food.  After it was brought out, you all began eating.  You formed a plan in your mind, and you smirked.  While Tim was in mid-bite, your hand trailed up his thigh.  He choked on his food and looked at you.  Feigning innocence, you asked “Tim are you okay?”

Tim cleared his throat and nodded his head.  “I’m fine,” he said.  Giving you and look, he went back to his food.  Instead of stopping, your hand went higher and squeezed.  He started groaning; attracting his family’s attention.  Bruce and Dick held in laughs, knowing what was happening.  Damian had no idea and asked “Drake chew your food properly or you’ll choke.”  

Your boyfriend stood up with reddened cheeks.  “I… I um…” he stuttered.  “We have to go and work on a case.”  He grabbed your arm and pulled you up the steps towards his room.  Laughs coming from the dining room.  When you got to the room you were ready for him to go back to his cases.  Instead, you were surprised when he pushed you against the wall; his lips attacking your neck and sucking.  Pulling away when he heard you moan.  

“Someone’s been a bad girl.  Do you know what happens to bad girls?” Tim asked.  When you didn’t answer he gripped you tighter.  “They get punished.”  He finished.  You looked leaned towards him and whispered, “Punish me Daddy.”

His fingers dipped into your underwear and you pushed your hips against them.  He played with your clit and played with your opening.  “Please…” you begged.  You needed him them and there.  You couldn’t wait anymore.  Your eyes were hazy and you looked at him.  “Please Ti-” your moan cut your words off.  He pushed a finger inside of you and moved it slowly.  Slowly, he built up a faster pace and continued to add another finger.  “Tim-Daddy,” you mewled.  “I’m gonna cum.  Please.”  

You whimpered when you felt his fingers pull out of you.  “You don’t get to come until I say you can.  Only good girls get to come,” Tim said.  “On your knees baby.”  You didn’t hesitate to drop onto your knees and unbuckle his pants.  As soon as his dick sprung out you wrapped your lips around him.  His groans got louder as you took more of him in your mouth.  “You can take more,” Tim said. He took a hold of your hair and began to thrust himself into your mouth.  You bobbed your head and took him all the way.  “Fuck,” he cursed.

He pulled himself out of your mouth and pulled you up.  He pushed you onto the bed and pounced on you.  Without a warning, he plunged his shaft into you and began to trust.  You moaned and arched your back up, moving your hips to meet with his.  When you reached for you clit, Tim smacked your hand away; playing with it himself.  He drew circles on it and made you moan in pleasure, clenching around his member.  

“Do you want to come?” he asked.  You nodded your head, unable to speak.  He pulled your hair, making you look at him.  “Why should Daddy let you come?”  When you didn’t answer he pulled harder.  “Because I want to make Daddy happy.  Please…” you pleaded.  Tim gripped your hips tightly, probably tight enough to leave bruises.  His thrusts became frantic and brutal.  He continued to toy with your clit, and with a loud moan you came and clenched tightly; making him come in you.

Tim pulled his member out and pulled you into his arms.  Kissing your forehead, he whispered apologies.  Soon after you both passed out in his bed.

Zach Dempsey x Reader | Paradise

A/N: As requested by Anon. Hope you all enjoy it ! One more imagine request to go. I’m currently not taking any requests until I finish write mid term finals. Be sure to like and follow for more. Feedback is always appreciated. Much love .xx

Warning: minor sexual content

Originally posted by ithereckless

Here I was, living life in paradise with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey. We were currently spending spring break together in Malé, Maldives. It was quite the dream to be on a beautiful island with a hot boyfriend. You must be wondering how it all started off, well, here goes the story.

It all started about 2 years ago, I was an average student, I did well in all my subjects except for Biology. Science wasn’t my favourite subject then again, that was until my Biology teacher had assigned Zach to tutor me. It felt weird at first that a jock was coming over to my place or I was going over to his for our 2 hour tuition session.

I wasn’t used to this kind of thing, that is being around someone who is known to be popular. I’m a quiet person until you get to know me then only do I reveal my bubbly side. I never spoke to guys in a hurry at school other than Clay since he was the first one who wasn’t a pervert. My thoughts about Zach changed after seeing him for 5 sessions. He was really helpful, he knew his stuff and well, in a way I’m sure you would all agree that when you have a hot person around you it’s good motivation.

That 5th session of seeing him changed everything. We had just finished and as I was packing away my stuff I could feel his stare on me but chose to ignore it. “Thanks again Zach” I said. I stood up throwing my bag on my shoulder and walked to his door. He followed close behind me “Anytime” he said and walked me out. I was just leaving “Bye” I waved him off. “Wait” he stopped me. “What’s wrong ?” I asked. He placed his lips on mine which I hadn’t seen coming, after taking in what was going on, it didn’t take me long to kiss back. It felt good. “I’ve always wanted to do that” he said when we stopped to take a breath. That was the start to Zach and I’s relationship.

I thought for a change that Zach and I should go some place different this year for spring break. We’re always at home or doing the usual movie dates but this time our 2 year anniversary was around the corner. I thought we might as well do something exciting and different for a change. I told Zach about my idea which he was perfectly fine with just the 2 of us going, we had agreed on going to Maldives.

My parents were fine with me going since they trust Zach and they like him too. Zach’s mom didn’t have a problem either since she knew he was going with me and not with bad company.

I’m glad packing for me wasn’t that hard because all I needed was a few t-shirts, shorts, a dress, bikinis and swimsuits with just 3 pairs of shoes. I had packed at least 2 days before so over time I remember what last minute items to put into my bag.

We waved off our parents one last time then went through security and passport control. Zach and I weren’t in the mood to eat so we just decided to wait at the gate. It only started boarding an hour later. The line to board wasn’t that bad since it moved fast, Zach had a window seat as I sat in the middle. When they had announced that the flight would take off shortly, the joy had come to me because their was a vacant seat next to me which means more sleep. After we had taken off I picked up both armrests and laid my head on Zach’s lap - growing up, I could never sleep the night before a flight I guess because of the adrenaline rush - the flight was 20 hrs and 30 mins anyway so I should get more than enough rest.

Finally landing in Maldives, we took a boat to our resort, then after reaching we had checked in and might I say this place was absolutely breathtaking. I don’t feel like leaving here. Zach and I left our luggage as it was, we took a walk to the beach which was literally less than 10m away from our room. We just stood where the singers were and admired the view and surroundings. Clear water and white sand, can this get any better ?

“Okay we can’t afford to waste anymore time, I’m going to change” I blurted and started walking back to our room. “I’ll meet up with you in a few” he said. I tossed my suitcase on our bed and pulled out the first bikini I could find. It was a classic black bikini with a few cut outs on either side of the underwear. I discarded my clothes and had on my bikini bottom and top. Just tying off my bikini top, I couldn’t get the back straps to tie. “Woah baby girl. Are we celebrating our honeymoon later ?” He whistled and walked up behind me, he moved my hair onto my shoulder and tied off my back. “You wish” I turned to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. “Ready ?” I asked looking him up and down. All he had to do was take off his shirt. So simple.

We walked back hand in hand, I took a few steps onto the wet sand to see how cold it is and to my luck the temperature wasn’t bad at all. I then jogged until the water had reached my hips, “Are you getting in or what ?” I asked him. He grinned and took slow steps, when he was at arms length away from me I started splashing the water at him. I knew then I had to run for my life. He literally caught me just when I could turn to run “Theirs no running away from me now” he said and threw me over his shoulder. “Zach pit me down” I whined and started kicking my legs and hitting his back with my fists. “Nah I rather have you dangling like this” he laughed “Of course you do, you’re enjoying the view aren’t you ?” I rolled my eyes.

The next thing I was in contact with the water, Zach had thrown me in. I ran my fingers through my hair to move it away from the face “How dare you ?” I murmured, I was freezing. “What was that ?” He cupped his hand around his ear pretending he didn’t hear me. Haha really funny. The boy thought its going down tonight, well it would’ve if he hadn’t done this. Payback time is on. I was hoping to just relax but thanks to Zach my plans are now all ruined. “You think this is funny ?” I raised an eyebrow and walked passed him to our room. He followed close behind me “Yeah I do actually” he said and started laughing again.

I went to our outdoor shower and ran the water, standing underneath it with my back facing Zach. I slowly loosened the strings of my bikini, I started with my top by loosening my neck and then mid back. My hands trailed down to my bottoms and pulling both strings at the same time leaving the bikini to fall off. Now stood in front of Zach was a naked (Y/N). I felt his stare on my ass “Oh I see where this is going” he smirked. With the water still running over me, I cupped my breasts and turned to face Zach. His jaw dropped. “Look all you want baby because you can see but you can’t touch” I said, then squeezed my breasts and leaving them free. My hands trailed down to my core and slowly back up to my breasts.

I closed the tap and ran my hands through my hair, grabbing the near by towel to cover my self, I stood in front of a horny Zach “Happy Early Anniversary babe ” I said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Handy Helpers

A CS Modern AU featuring Captain Charming as Handymen with a side of Snowing and some Ruby being Ruby. 

Rated: M for smut and swears. One-shot. About 13K words. 

[On AO3 here]

A/N: About a month or so ago, my house was being remodeled to sell. I made a post about how it gave me a need to write David and Killian as handymen, and a few folks seemed interested in the idea. So, instead of updating one of my many WIPs, I did… this. It is silly and a little smutty and full of bad puns and innuendo. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If not… then go yell at @tnlph because she read the beginning part and egged me on. 

Emma always thought of her apartment as quirky and charming. It had character. It’s… okay, it’s kind of a dump. But it’s hers and she liked it the way it is and had no intention of changing it. That is, until her building all of a sudden went co-op, meaning her quirky little rent-controlled rat hole is about to be a gentrified, mortgage-requiring nightmare that she simply can’t afford on her bail bondsperson income.

To add insult to injury, the new co-op board is making her fix the place up so they can sell it out from under her. They had the decency to offer her reimbursement for some of the renovation expenses, but damn. After the fourth general contractor laughed in her face when she told him the budget, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.

Well, besides whiskey drinking and late-night google searching.

It is in the throes of these activities that she finds them: Handy Helpers. Two guys, three hands, everything you need for your home improvement project. It doesn’t occur to her until much later that there’s a numerical irregularity in that advertisement.

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Side Stage

Requested by: @hantu369mc
(Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Peter Parker
Word Count: 1.2K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn’t get to include any angst!

Your fingers impatiently tap against your school desk, the screen on your laptop hadn’t changed in 30 minutes, and you were starting to panic. You can feel Peter’s eyes on you, but you don’t want to look away from your screen - not even for a second - in fear that it would load and you’d lose your chance.

“How’s it looking, babe?” Peter whispers in your ear, making you jump a little,

“I don’t know,” you sigh out, making sure to keep your voice low so that your teacher at the front of the classroom can’t hear, “I’ve been stuck in this stupid green room loading screen for forever,”

“You’ll get through,” Peter tries to reassure you, “Ticket’s don’t go on sale for another 5 minutes anyway,”

You nod, but you don’t really believe him. You’d tried this before, a week ago, and you failed to get tickets then too. This was shaping up to be the same.

When you’d found out that your favourite band was touring, you exploded with excitement. You’d been waiting years for them to finally announce a tour, and the New York date happened to be the day before your birthday. You’d told yourself it was fate; but now it wasn’t looking that way.

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3 | No Escape

Genre: Apocalypse AU / Fluff / Angst / Future Smut

Paring: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 2,468

Warnings: Mentions of blood and dead bodies, gory, pov switching

“You’re going to be very quiet for me, you got that?”

Masterlist ♥︎


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isaacdingle  asked:

“You can’t just keep pretending things are fine!” (do you worst lorna i'm excited)

wrap me up, unfold me.

robert and aaron (finally) talk about robert’s bisexuality and aaron’s insecurities. post ons reveal.

2,674 words

Robert watched as Aaron shuffled around the kitchen, his focus on making himself something for tea. The silence between them wasn’t exactly comfortable, there was an underlying tension there that Robert couldn’t stand.

They’d been having a lot of days like this, lately. The first few months, things had been okay - they’re really done their best to work through their problems, for Robert to earn back Aaron’s trust, for Aaron to deal with his insecurities, but five months down the line from the day he told Aaron he’d slept with her, and well, it felt like there was more cracks in their relationship than ever.

It was because of that new girl, working in the cafe part time. He’d smiled at her, maybe, when they’d gotten coffee one morning, and he’d felt Aaron stiffen instantly beside him.

They’d mostly been siting around in silence since, Aaron sleeping with his back to Robert and his body stiff, even going as far as skulking off to the Woolpack for his dinner twice that week alone.

Robert hated it. Robert hated that their marriage was like this, hated that it was his fault, hated the way Aaron barely even acknowledged him as he made a sandwich, Robert sitting at the kitchen table, watching him to and fro between the cupboards and the fridge.

“Aaron, are you okay?” he asked, hugging his half cold mug of tea to his chest as he spoke, waiting for Aaron to reply.

“Fine,” Aaron grunted in response, his focus still on his sandwich, the kettle boiling in the background, breaking the silence of the flat. Liv was in Ireland with her mum, spending the last of the summer holidays with her mum.

“Are we okay?” Robert asked quietly, sounding unsure of himself as he spoke. He hated how he suddenly needed to hear Aaron say those words aloud now, that he didn’t just know.

“We’re fine, Robert.” Aaron said, the plate clattering against the wood of the table as he set it down, sliding into the further chair from Robert. He didn’t add to his sentence, taking a generous bite of his overflowing sandwich.

“You can’t keep pretending things are fine,” Robert blurted, his heart pounding as he waited for Aaron to respond.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You what?”

“You can’t keep pretending things are fine.” Robert repeated, more firm in his words now. “We can’t keep pretending things are fine, Aaron. We’re falling apart, and I know - I know it’s my fault, I know it’s because of what I did, but we can’t live the rest of our lives like this.”

Aaron set his sandwich down, sitting back in his chair. “It’s not your fault, Robert,” he began, trailing off mid-sentence.

“It is. I know it is,” Robert said, feeling sick to the stomach as he spoke. He knew it’d been his fault that they were like this - if he hadn’t gone and slept with Rebecca, of all people, maybe they’d have had less to get through.

Maybe they could have been happier.

“Robert -“

“If you can’t forgive me for what I did, I get it. I just, I need you to tell me now, so I can just go, and let you move on.”

“That easy, eh?”

Robert shook his head. “You know it wouldn’t be, but I just want you to be happy, Aaron, and - we’re not very happy right now, are we? I’ve barely seen you this week, and when I have, you’ve ignored me. Even Jimmy’s noticed we’re barely speaking, what does that say about us?”

“Did he say something to ya?” Aaron was imeadiately on the defensive, Robert knowing he hated the idea anyone else was butting into their relationship. He’d been like that a lot, since they’d decided to make their marriage work - Chas hadn’t been impressed, and neither had Paddy, and Aaron was more than frustrated at his parents interference.

Jimmy would just be another person on a long list of nosey neighbours waiting to see when Aaron and Robert would finally crash and burn, and prove everyone who’d ever told Aaron he was wrong to give Robert chance after chance right.

“No.” Robert shook his head, remembering the face Jimmy had pulled at him, trying to make a joke out of the tense silence in the portacabin that day. “But would he be wrong if he had, Aaron?”

Aaron sighed, quiet for a few minutes before he spoke. “I have forgiven you for what happened with her.”

Robert looked at Aaron, looked at his husband’s earnest face, and his heart ached. Aaron had always worn his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse, the love, or hurt always clear on his face.

The honesty clear on his face.

Robert didn’t know what he’d done to deserve Aaron’s forgiveness, he really didn’t. It hadn’t be instantaneous, it had been bloody hard work, Aaron bringing Robert to counselling more than a few times so he could try and explain how hurt he was, both of them working through it with Aaron’s counsellor.

But Aaron had forgiven him, somehow.

“Then what’s wrong? What have I done?” Robert asked, leaning forward slightly. He just wanted to know, so he could fix it. “Was it what happened in the cafe? Because I swear to you, Aaron, I was just being polite, I don’t fancy her or owt.”

Aaron looked uncomfortable, twisting his ring around his finger as he spoke. “What’s to stop you cheating on me with a woman again? Clearly - clearly a woman can give you something I can’t, or you wouldn’t have slept with Rebecca.”

“I told you why I slept with her.” Robert shook his head. “She was easy to manipulate, Aaron. Her - her being a woman, that had nothing to do with it.”

“But it does.” Aaron sighed. “It always does, with you. Being with a woman’s more normal for you, and I don’t know how to deal with that.”

Robert’s stomach clenched. “It’s not more normal for me,” he said firmly, shaking his head. He hated that Aaron thought like that, hated that all he’d done to persuade him otherwise had been undone with one drunken, anger fueled mistake.

Aaron stayed silent.

“You have a problem with me being bisexual, don’t you?” Robert said bluntly, asking the one question he’d wanted to ask for months now, since that day in the car, before the crash, and a thousand times over ever since.

His husband had a problem with his sexuality.

“I guess I don’t understand it,” Aaron shrugged. “It’d be easier if you could decide one way or another, I guess.”

It’d be easier if you could decide one way or another, I guess.

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  • (ok so jace and simon are kind of a thing but it’s not official, there’s just a lot of flirting) simon does that thing where he’s talking about something and just starts rambling a bit but jace is nodding along to show that he’s listening which makes his hair fall into his eyes
  • so he reaches up a hand to brush it out of the way and his top rides up a bit revealing a strip of skin above his waistband and simon just trails off mid-sentence and stares at the exposed skin like ‘ummm’
  • jace obviously notices so is like ‘dude, are you ok?’ and simon quickly looks up at jace, shakes his head to snap out of his thoughts then nods weakly, saying ‘uhh, yeah… where was i??’
  • and jace was actually paying attention to simon (because he loves that look {big grin, eyes shining, jace thinks he looks beautiful} that simon gets when he’s talking passionately about something) and tells simon what he’d been saying
  • simon starts talking again and jace just smirks because he knows exactly what just happened and he stores that bit of information away for future reference
  • fast forward to when they’re actually officially together and they’re in the institute after a mission and simon’s talking about it when jace (purposefully) stretches and his tops rides up and, again, simon just stops and stares
  • this time jace grins and asks ‘like what you see?’ and simon blushes and manages a whispered ‘yes’, eyes flickering between jace’s stomach and face as jace moves closer and asks if simon wants to get out of there
  • jace has barely finished his sentence when simon says ‘yes’ so jace grabs simon’s hand and drags him to his room
I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... Chapter 29

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit…

Chapter 29


Blake paced around her bedroom, as the sky outside gradually darkened.

She still couldn’t believe that Negan would have the gall to give her a dress and heels and expect her to go for dinner with him?

Just like that.

Blake gave another growl, shooting a look over towards the pretty summer dress and white strappy sandals Negan had provided as her outfit for tonight.

There was no way he was getting her in that dress.

Not a chance.

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