open space living

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Mass Effect Garrus Vakarian & Commander Shepard

meetings & reunions

The Secret (13)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

“Where are we going Mummy?” Zoe asked again for what felt like the hundredth time since you picked her up from school. With a glance at your rear-view mirror, you could see her swinging her legs excitedly. Unlike you, Zoe loved surprises but was rather impatient for them.

Following the sat-nav, you made a quick left off the main road into a more residential area. All around you were a number of tall apartment buildings, fairly new and modern. “I don’t technically know,” you replied covertly, laughing at her frown. Clearly she didn’t approve of your vagueness.

With another quick glance, you smiled at your daughter staring wide-eyed out the window, taking everything in with her child-like curiosity. “Look there’s a park,” she squealed excitedly, pressing her face up against the glass as you slowly drove past a filled playground. “Is that a swimming pool?” you heard her exclaim behind you as you turned down another road.

You have arrived at your destination.”

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Pity Party (Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader)

Originally posted by clinatasha

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Requested?: ‘Hi! If your still taking request can you please do a poly!hamilsquad x reader and it’s their birthday but the boy’s don’t know?’

Prompt: It’s Reader’s thirtieth birthday and her boyfriends forgot. 

Words: 1100+

Warnings: Yelling, Crying, Swearing, Forgotten birthday

Masterlist // Part Two

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Today, you turned thirty. 

You woke up with this hitting you like a runaway train. You stared at the ceiling as your four lovers slept soundly around you. You went on a short trip through your twenties. You graduated high school at seventeen and immediately enrolled into nursing school. You graduated nursing school at twenty-one with your bachelor’s degree. You landed your current job as a full-time nurse a few months later. When you were twenty-four, you reunited with your high school friends and found yourself falling in love again with Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette. When you turned twenty-six, the boys took you to vegas and you woke up the next day hungover and married to Alexander (You and Alexander were really drunk and went to a drive thru wedding chapel). This ‘marriage’ then lead to you entering a poly relationship with your new husband and his boyfriends. And now here you were, at age thirty, with the same job and same lovers.

You sat up after a few minutes, remembering you had to work. You got out of bed and did your normal routine; you showered, got dressed in your nurse scrubs and sneakers, braided your hair, tossed your pajamas into the hamper, and walked into the kitchen to make coffee and your normal weekday breakfast. You felt kind sad that you’re ‘old’, according to millennials. But, you were still the youngest out of your lovers; you now being thirty, Alexander and Lafayette both being thirty-two, John being thirty-three, and Hercules being thirty-five. You guys would tease Hercules for being old but then the tables were turned and you’d be teased about being the ‘baby’ of the relationship. You were okay with being twenty-nine since you were still in your twenties. But now you were the newest member of the thirties club. Oh, you could hear the teasing now. This day should go by fast or else you were gonna start lopping heads.

You were intently staring at the toaster as Alexander entered the kitchen. You and he were always the early risers and would always the first people to leave the apartment. 

“’Morning, my love.” Alexander murmured sleepily as he hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder. You murmured a ‘good morning’ as you retrieved your toaster waffles. You nibbled on the flaky pastry as Alexander poured himself a mug of coffee. You waited for him to say the phrase that reminded you of your wasted youth but you frowned when he didn’t.

“Alex?” You said his name as you watched him from the open space carved into the wall that divided the kitchen from the open living space. 

“Yes, love?” Alexander answered as he turned on his laptop at the dining room table.

“What day is it?”

“Wednesday. Why?”

Your eye twitched. Why wasn’t he saying it? It was just two words. ‘Happy birthday’. He didn’t….. No, Alexander never forgot your birthday. You knew him more than Lafayette, John, and Hercules. He always remembered. Every year. Maybe he did forget this year? He has been pretty busy lately with his latest novel and having to switch publishers. That was understandable. 

Lafayette and John enter the living space. John takes a seat at the dining room table and Lafayette walked into the kitchen. He murmured something in your hair as he hugged your waist. John rested his head on the table as he slowly woke up. You pulled away from Lafayette as you grabbed your coat and bag. 

“See ya.” You said as you left the apartment without another word.

Lafayette watched you leave and frowned. “Did we forget something today?” He asked. Alexander shook hesitantly and John shrugged.

“Not that I know of.” John murmured. 

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Later that Night ~

You had a really stressful day. You clocked in and immediately had to deal with the asshole family of one of your child patients. The child had a broken arm and the mother yelled at him because it was his fault he broke his arm. You ended up calling security and she cursed at you, which you expected. Some of your fellow nurses wished you a happy birthday and gave you sweets and cards. You felt better but there was a hollow feeling in your heart because your lovers most likely forgot your birthday. You didn’t receive any ‘happy birthday’ texts from Alexander, John, Hercules, or Lafayette. But you did get texts from Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, George, Thomas, Aaron, James, even your parents and your friends’ parents. Your mood got worse and worse as the day dragged on. It started to rain when you got off work and you took the subway. The subway was delayed for about a half hour until you were able to get home.

You walked into the apartment and dropped your bag and coat on the ground. The apartment was dark but you saw the blue light of the television in the living space ahead of you. You could see Alexander, Lafayette, and John sitting on the couch and Hercules wasn’t anywhere to be seen. You kicked off your shoes and walked into the living space. They didn’t notice you until you started emptying your scrubs’ pockets, putting the birthday sweets and gift cards onto the dining table. Alexander stood and walked over to you, about to give you his usual ‘welcome home’ hug and kiss but you stepped back, your arms crossing. He lowered his arms, confused.

“Did something happen, (Y/N)?” Alexander asked.

You bit your lip and glared at him. “Do you have any idea what day it is today?”

Alexander frowned and shook his head. Lafayette paused the movie and he and John stood up and walked over to you and Alexander. Hercules emerged from the hallway and came over as well.

“Today is my fucking birthday!” You hissed, tears leaking from your eyes that were squeezed shut. “My thirtieth birthday!”

The guys all froze, their jaws hanging open. You growled as you pointed to the cards and candies on the table. “My co-workers remembered. Our friends remembered. Hell, you parents remembered! Why the fuck couldn’t you?!”

“Mon Amour-” Lafayette started but you held up your hand, silencing him.

Don’t.” You hissed. “Don’t you fucking dare. You can apologize when this day is over.” You grabbed your coat and bag.

“Where are you going?” Hercules asked as you opened the door.

“I’m staying with Eliza for the night.” You said before you looked at them with a fake sarcastic smile and tears falling down your face.

And thank you for such a fantastic thirtieth birthday.

And then you left, the door slamming behind you.

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TinkerBox in Kerhonkson

Nestled in the woods of Hudson Valley, this house designed by Studio MM Architect was conceived as a car-lover’s dream retreat. A generously sized garage is the locus of the design, generating space for car storage and maintenance as well as a spacious wine cellar and a furniture workshop. The rectangular form of the house, which is partially embedded in the hilly landscape, emerges from the lower-level garage and creates an open plan living space ideal for entertaining, relaxing by a cozy fire, and for an office studio. The exposed beam roof structure, inspired by a workshop aesthetic, emphasizes the double story entryway that draws guests up to an outdoor fireplace and grill. Located on 10.9 acres, the project is intended to eventually become a guest house, ensuring privacy for both the clients and their friends.

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bones | 01 (m)

• pairing: jung hoseok x reader (his point of view), college! hoseok
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, friends with benefits
• words: 8,702        
→ summary: you were broken from a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that your best friend was the one…? 
• note. inspired by this song here

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Thanks, Mom

Summary: You go to visit your mom at her new house and find a handsome man mowing her yard.

warnings: none, just fluff! (minor fantasies about Dean, but who hasn’t had those, right?)

word count: ~2600


You turned onto your mom’s street, eager to see her new house all finally put together.  She had moved about a month ago, but you had been so busy with your job that you hadn’t had a chance to come by and see the place, let alone help her unpack.

She didn’t seem to mind, as she quite enjoyed organizing and arranging things.  You had talked to her on the phone many times and she told you all the new ideas she had for the house… It felt like you had been there a thousand times with all the details she had shared, but you were just now getting to see it.

You pulled into the driveway, eyes scrunched in confusion when you saw a man pushing a lawnmower in her yard. Your mom had always done her own yard work, saying that it was the best work out she would get and not liking to work out in any other ways.

The man looked your way and waved, before quickly turning back to his task.  You reached for your purse after you turned off your car, getting out slowly.  You looked at the man again, taking him in.  He was wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt, hair short with scruff on his face. His face – that was a handsome face.  Plump lips and a light brush of freckles under piercing green eyes that you could see all the way across the yard.  He turned the lawnmower so that he was now facing away from you, and you couldn’t help but admire his back muscles that flexed under his thin t-shirt and the curve of his ass –

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William Nylander - Nothing else matters

request: Could you please do a William Nylander one where you guys had a kid from when you guys were teenagers and the team didn’t know so when you show up for you kid to see Willy their shocked.
authors note: this is really long, but i hope that’s okay! i’m actually really happy with this one. i hope you enjoy it and thank you for your request!
word count: 4293

Making sure Victor had his belt all buckled up, you leaned back in your seat with a grin as you watched your four year old son starting intensely our of the airplane window. It was his first time on a long haul flight and along with sleeping, the one thing keeping him busy had been his amazement of seeing the clouds to up close. You couldn’t shake off the bundle of nerves as your captain announced through the speakers that you were about fifteen minutes from landing at Toronto Pearson International Airport.

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Park Chanyeol//Feasible - Part 4

Originally posted by megglesbagels

Prompt: You’re a work-for-hire girl - for the criminals and criminally rich. Your job is to threaten, steal from, frighten or hurt whoever you’ve been employed to - but your newest job involves a person you swore you’d never talk to again. Someone who brought you into this entire business - and tried to get you out. Someone who, should you accept this challenge, would open a Pandora’s box of disaster…( 1/ 2/ /3 //5 /6)
Scenario: AU, angst, miniseries
Word Count: 2,771

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Captured By The Game p.4

AN: Hi! Finally here with update - I’m sorry it took so long!

Hope you like this one ;)

Written for @highfaenesta.

Ao3 link

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Edit/Sneak Peek | Part 3


Her job is all about mastering emotions. Reading a client well can be all the difference between a one-time gig and gaining a regular. Knowing when to reveal and when to hold back, perfecting the art of appearances - it’s like dancing a line between prosperity and going out of business.

And Nesta? Nesta is good at it. Excellent even, if her bank accounts are something to go by. She’s become adept at wrapping her intellect up in a pretty little veil of seductive glances and polite conversation - if need be. She’s learnt to fool the customers into thinking they’re the hunters and not the prey.

Nesta’s own emotions have always been her worst enemy. It’s always been too much and too deeply - her feelings a burning pyre that would burn her if she got too close. So she wrapped them up too, in concrete and ice, and never bothered to explain herself to the world. To anyone.

But with Cassian, it just doesn’t seem to work that day.

He looks at her -  really looks at her, in a way that makes Nesta shiver under his gaze because it’s as if he can see that fire burning below the surface. They play a game but it’s not the one she usually plays and it throws her off her aim. Unlike with her other clients, she doesn’t put up an act for his comfort and convenience. They are what they are, a paid company and her client, and she doesn’t trouble herself with pretending otherwise.

She knows Cassian can take it, a worthy opponent that he is in that strange dance they’re doing.

It all confuses the hell out of Nesta.

And after Maine? The lines have been blurred. In a way that she cannot control - and it’s like they can’t go back now.

Which is probably why, instead of meeting Cassian for their regular Wednesday meeting at the hotel room, Nesta finds herself on the way to his place right after her classes. When he called her earlier, saying he had a long week ahead and didn’t feel like sneaking to a hotel room, and then asked if they could meet at his apartment instead, she could’ve said no. She should have said no. She had a huge midterm tomorrow that she still needed to revise for. But somehow, Nesta couldn’t bring herself to decline.

She wanted to see him.

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anonymous asked:

something fluffy where Robert gets Aaron a dog/puppy and Aaron gets a bit teary because he loves it so much

It’s Aaron’s counsellor who first suggests a dog. It’s coming up on the second anniversary of Gordon’s death, and Aaron’s panic attacks are at the worst Robert has ever seen them. He brings a bone tired Aaron to counselling on the Tuesday afternoon (not wanting him to drive, not after three nights in a row of no sleep) and when Aaron asks Robert in for the last five minutes (it happened sometimes, Aaron not wanting to have to explain something twice, or feeling like he needed Robert there for a few minutes as the session was wrapping up) when Miriam suggested it, pointed that there was certain breeds of dogs that were great for people with mental health issues.

Aaron had shrugged the suggestion off in the car, pointing out they were too busy to have a dog, they both had full time jobs, two businesses between them, Liv to keep an eye on.

A puppy wasn’t going to fit with their hectic lives, Aaron had said, half asleep against the car window, but Robert didn’t want to let the issue drop, not once he went online and he’d read article after article about how certain types of dogs were fantastic for people with mental health issues, that they could ease panic attacks and help with all sorts.

He’d gone to Paddy about it, three weeks after the counselling appointment. Paddy had raised an eyebrow when Robert had appeared in the doorway of the surgery, their relationship frosty at best, even now, so many months and years on from their first wedding.

Paddy had thawed (a bit) when Robert explained why he was there, explained that he wanted to get Aaron a dog. Paddy had even told him a few stories about Clyde, smiling as he remembered how attached Aaron had been to the dog.

They’d sat down for a full half an hour, going through every suggestion of a breed Robert had bookmarked on his phone until they’d decided on a golden retriever. They had a good temperament, apparently, and Paddy had given an instant nod of approval when he’d looked at the article Robert showed him.

He’d promised faithfully that he would find a dog for them, and Robert had gone back to their house and pulled Aaron in for a cuddle, holding him close as he struggled to sleep again, every inch of him exhausted as they sat in front of the telly, a holiday program playing quietly in the background.

The noise helped, sometimes, the familiarity of it all, when Aaron couldn’t sleep.

Robert had almost given up hope of Paddy actually finding them a dog, when his father-in-law had texted, saying one of his clients had a golden retriever who’d recently had puppies and was looking to sell.

Robert had fallen in love with the tiny yellow puppy the moment he’d seen it, the energetic little dog scrambling unsteadily on it’s feet, toothless mouth nipping at Robert’s ankles as he’d bent down to give it a rub.

“What do you think?” Paddy had asked, wringing his hands as he waited for Robert’s reaction.

Robert had simply grinned in reply, scooping the excited puppy up in his arms, the baby golden retriever wriggling in his arms, licking tiny little licks across Robert’s chin, and cheek. “I think he’s going to love her.”

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