Maribeth took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. She was at one of the clubs she had applied to for a job. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body perfectly and white flats. She had applied for any position, and so she made sure she was wearing sexy underwear in case she was offered the job as a stripper.
She straightened out her dress as she waited for an answer from her knock. She really was horribly nervous about this interview. She did her best to hide it as she knew appearing nervous was never good.
Other half of the AA fandom:
FRANZISKA MY LOVE MY LIFE MY SWEET BABY CHILD WIFE OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY YOU ARE A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALL THIS CRAP YOU'VE GONE THROUGH OMG DID YOU KNOW WHAT GODOT SAID TO HER THAT ONE TIME? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE HORRIBLE SUFFERING SHE ENDURED BECAUSE OF HER FATHER OMG AND THAT WHIP LIKE YES YEEESSSSS
Special Delivery (f!hawke/fenris - Hot UPS delivery-person AU)
It’s not fair. It’s not even a fly-over country on the way to fair. He’s just too hot.
Isabela, predictably, was practically convulsing in the work space across from hers. This was not the first time Hawke had cause to regret Varric’s ‘artistic vision’ for their shared space at Tethras Weekly because it meant that she and Isabela literally shared a space, and the woman had a horribletendency to pirate all the best K-cups and commandeer social situations,
sailing them from rivers of awkward into the deep seas of downright
For Hawke, that was, who spent a lot of time on Wednesdays
at three o’clock with a blush from the tips of her toes to the roots of her
hair. Isabela was impossible to
embarrass, which was convenient because Hawke’s repertoire of pranks was
amassed circa the fifth grade, and somebody at least had to pretend to be an adult
or no one would knowingly consent to leaving them alone in the office
“Don’t you have a column to write?” Hawke demanded,
head definitely not in her hands behind the obscuring bulk of her monitor. It was 2:45 - she had approximately fifteen minutes
to pull it together before he showed
up and her tongue spontaneously transformed into a macramé plant holder. As was tradition.
sorry i am going to rant about “after” again because the story itself made me so angry.
so as i already stated, a ton of my middle school students are binge reading this fic. Everyday they would come in and tell me all about it. They would tell me all the horrible stuff that harry was doing and how they felt so bad for the girl in the story.
They would run into my office and yell, “omg harry is such a dick, i can’t believe him."
Then not 3 minutes later would run back in and say, "omg she should totally get back together with him, he is like really sorry this time and promises he wont do it again!”
This pissed me off to no end. Having been in an emotional abusive relationship I know what the cycle of abuse looks like and my girls were being sucked into it in a fic! They were exhibiting the same actions and words of someone who is actually stuck in an abusive relationship.
After having many talks with students about this fic I just started recommending larry fics to my kids because i knew the ones that i recommended would have healthy relationships in them.
that is now the end of my rant on the fic and a desperate beg of anyone and everyone to not make this into a movie or into a bigger fic than it already is.
Heyy, would mean so much ifnyiu could write me a dirty niall imagine x my name is daisy btw x
sure i’ll try.. xx its gonna be bad omg. Sorry! Its short super sorry. I am horrible at smuts omfg.
“Niall!” you yelled. “Yeah?!” he yelled back. He ran down the stairs and walked to you. “What is it?” he asked. You began giggling. He smiled. “What?” he asked again. Your hands were behind your back. You showed him. A new signed jersey. A derby county jersey signed by every single team member of that team. He was surprised. “How- What- How??” he asked being very shocked. “Well.. I’m good friends with all of them, and I know them? I made them sign a shirt, and yeah,” you giggled. You turned around the shirt.
“Shes a keeper! Keep doin’ what your doin’ Niall Horan!"
He smiled. He grabbed the shirt. "Thanks love, oh how much was it?” he asked.
“700 dollars for the shirt,” you replied. He looked a you very surprised. “Y-You paid for this?” he stuttered. You nodded. “With my money,” you said.
He was shocked. “Love, are you serious?” he asked. You nodded. “Yes I’m serious babe,” you giggled. His jaw dropped. He put the shirt carefully on the couch and looked at you with his blue eyes. You started to blush a bit. He grabbed your wrists and then pinned you on the wall. He started to kiss your neck. “You didn’t have to get the shirt..” he mumbled.
“I’m just trying to be a good girlfriend,” you giggled. “You already are one,” he laughed. “Besides.. I’m gonna give you something good tonight,” he chuckled. He kissed your lips, moving his hands down. He put his hands in your pants and start rubbing your clit over your panties. You began being wet. “Oh you’re getting wet for me love,” he chuckled. He took his hands out, and began pulling your pants down. He took your panties down too. He rubbed your clit again. “Stop teasing me..” you moaned.
He got on his knees and start to eat you out. You felt his tongue insert in you. You were moaning so much. “N-Niall..” you whined. He stood up. “You want me now?” he asked, laughing a little. You nodded. “Your so naughty love,” he grinned. “I’m not naughty! You are,” you smirked. He rolled his eyes playfully. You took his pants, boxers, and shirt off. He took your bra and shirt off. He inserted himself in. He was thrusting nice and easy. “Faster,"
He laughed and thrusted faster. He moaned and you did too. "Scream my name,” he groaned. You screamed his name and moaned again. He stopped thrusting. “Fuck.. that was..”
“Hot.” you finished his sentence. He nodded. He put his clothes back on and you did to. “We’ll continue later,” he smiled. You blushed. “Tonight is gonna be a long night love,” he smirked. “Oh it will, ” you giggled.
I’m listening to rock me… omfg NO. *FEELS* Hope ya like it.
sorry for spamming you/forgetting you im sorry i dont like making lists and shit because i love everyone but ya :^( but anyways; its never too late to jump onto the bandwagon of making people happy so hello these are they people that make my dash amazing ((some of the many!!)) btw ya thats me am i pretty heheheheheh eh hueruh
fyi; its organized in alphabetical order/ if they edit/gif or not!! (tell me if i get anything wrong yes because ill probably get it wrong yea since im looking at if they link to their edits)