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Another Day in the Office

Pairing: George Washington x fem!reader

Summary: Reader works for George Washington and on her break she decided to tease him in his office which leads to something a little more up close and personal ;)

AN: Originally this wasn’t supposed to be a smut but something full of fluff but then it turned to this…oops. I haven’t written smut in so long so I’m sorry for this lol.

Words: 1183

Warning: Some cursing; teasing; some jealousy; SMUT and everything in between


The Washington law firm was a big deal in NYC. And you were lucky enough to score a job there….as a secretary. Though it’s not the most ideal job, it pays very well because it’s a big firm. You worked outside of your bosses office, as his private secretary. Though you weren’t complaining though if you got to see your boss everyday.

George Washington your boss man. He was I guess you can say feared through out the firm. Everyone held respect for him even if he was intimidating. You on the other hand found his authoritative, intimidating stature attractive. Naturally as his private secretary you would have to speak to him and every time you did was out of the public eye and there would always be an underlying meaning to the things he’s said to you which made you crave for him.

You wanted him bad.


In the morning you wore your usual pencil skirt that stopped a little bit above your knee’s and a white blouse with the top buttons undone to reveal your cleavage and your black bra strap. Applying mascara and pink lip gloss you thought you were work ready.


You sat at your desk writing as the person on the phone spoke to you. The door opened. George walked in passing by.

“Morning Ms. L/N.” Sparing a glance at you for a moment, moving to go into his office when he looked at you again. his eyes pinned themselves to your cleavage.

“Hold on for a moment.” You said to the person on the line. A smile turned on your lips. “Is everything all right Mr. Washington?” You asked in a sweet voice.

“Get back to work.” His voice turned hard, looking away he went into his office the door closing loudly behind him. You smirked.


You stood by the coffee machine talking to your friends Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan all laughing away and something Laurens said. Out of the corner of your eye you can see your boss looking your way.

“So I told him to fuck off, what the hell was I supposed to do?!” Alexander explained. You giggled, placing a hand on his arm. He looked down at it and smirked.

“Oh, Alex, you and your way with words.”

Suddenly everyone tensed up, standing straighter. You looked at your friends confused before turning around and seeing your boss standing there in all his glory.

“Ms. L/N, my office now.” Mr. Washington stated through gritted teeth before turning and striding his way to his office.

“What did you do mon ami?” Lafayette asked, his voice sounding fearful.

“I’m about to find out.” You stated.


You knocked on Mr. Washington’s door.

“Come in.” It was muffled but still hearable. Opening the door you saw your boss leaning on his desk with his arm’s crossed, a blank expression on his face. “Close the door behind you.” You complied with his demand. Your back faced him for the briefest moment. Once the door closed you were pushed into it. A gasp escaped as you felt your boss pressed up against you.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” He growled in your ear. With how close he was caused you to shiver.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean sir.” You replied innocently a smirk twisting ever so slightly on your lips. His hands grabbed your waist, swiftly turning you around so now your back was pinned to the door.

“Oh, really?” He asked challengingly.

“I think you’re going to have to elaborate for me.”

“The fucking teasing, trying to get me jealous, you revealing more skin to me through the entirety of the day.” His hand pushed your hair away from your facing. “Do you have any idea what that does to me?” Your hands rested on his chest rubbing up and down.

“Show me.” Your voice was barely audible but he heard it. Next thing you knew his lips crashed onto your, you didn’t hesitate to kiss back with as much heat and lust. Pushing your tight skirt up his hands landed on your ass pulling you up against the door. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as your lips disconnected before finding each other again. A quick slap to the ass caused you to gasp loudly, his tongue grazed your before they tangled together in your heated make out session.

Still holding onto you he stepped away from the door and carried you to his desk. You were set down right in front of it.

“Turn around.” Your boss ordered you. Below your hips was throbbing…aching to be touched. grabbing your skirt you yanked it down, kicking it to the side. The bulge in his pants looked almost painful. Doing as you were told you turned around. Quickly you were bent over the desk. Your hands gripped the ends of it as you heard Mr. Washington undoing his belt. The fabric of his pants were pulled down as was the boxers that restrained his painful erection. Looking behind your eyes bulged out at the size and gulped.

‘How the fuck is that supposed to fit,’ You thought to yourself.

Pumping himself a few times he aligned himself at your entrance, rubbing against you.

“Mm, Mr. Washington please.” You begged, pushing yourself against him some.

“Call me George.” He told you and without warning he pushed himself inside you.

“Oh shit!” You yelled.

“Shh.” Mr. Was- George hushed you though you heard him chuckle as he did that. He stretched you out completely it felt like. After a minute you adjusted to him. His colossal sized hands held you by the waist, as he pulled out only half way before slamming harshly back in causing you to let a moan.

“Your so big George!” You moaned as he thrusted into you. By how tight he held your waist you figure it’ll leave bruises but you didn’t care.

“Your so beautiful.” He said in your ear. George placed a kiss underneath your ear.

“Ungh!” The knots in your abdomen were ready to burst.

“George I-I’m so close, don’t stop.” This encouraged him to go faster if even possible.

“Cum for me baby.” His words like music to your ears caused you to cum. A hand cover your mouth as you screamed at your release. Shortly after he came inside of you(your on the pill).

Both of you quickly got changed and made yourselves presentable. Looking at the time it was very well much passed your break.

“Well it looks like my break is over.” You stated airly.

“Ms. L/N-”

“Call me Y/N.” You told him. He smiled.

“Y/N, I know this is all very sudden, but would you like to join me for uh, lunch tomorrow in my office?” He asked.

“I would love to Mr. Washington.” WInking at him you left to go back to work.


The next day the both of you enjoyed a nice looong lunch together. But hey from that point on it was just another day in the office.

The Bad Guy (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by diggstrash

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Tjeff with #45 “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy"’ (@predomina-buna)

Prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy”

Words: 3200+

Warnings: Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans, Fluff, High school setting, Prom



“Stay away from Thomas Jefferson. He’s nothing but trouble for a sweet girl like you.”

That’s all you’ve been hearing from your new friends at Monticello High. You transferred there because of your old school upstate was shut down because of sanitary violations. Your family moved from Albany to New York City in order for you to go to school here. You knew your cousins were attending here so you knew you were going to be safe. You didn’t have many friends so your cousins, the Schuyler sisters, introduced you to their friends and you connected with them. You were really good friends with Eliza’s boyfriend Alexander and Alexander’s gay friend John. The rest of the group were cool and really nice to you. You always talked with them regularly and sat with them at lunch. You were all a big happy family.

That is until you met the Southern Democratic-Republicans.

The Virginian duo and upstate New Yorker that made this trio of chaos were the first things Alexander decided to educate you on once you entered the group. Alexander had a really hostile past with the trio of Juniors that ran the school Debate team and Government class. He would pinpoint each individual member and speaks about them in a hushed tone.

Aaron Burr was the New Yorker. He was actually a student at your old school before moving downtown and enrolling into Monticello High. He was actually supposed to be a Sophomore like you but he got to skip a grade because he was excelling in his studies. He was the top of his Government class and had most of the girls swooning over him. He was the son of a well-known lawyer and the only Honors English teacher in the whole school. You were in Mrs. Burr’s class for Homeroom and often saw Aaron there too, acting as the class teacher aide. He was a bit of a flirt too, courting a girl and then flirting with her friends while she was still on his arm that same day. Aaron was striving to be the captain of the Debate team, but he backed down once he became allies with the current leader. Alexander used to be good friends with Aaron Burr but they soon had a falling out when they got in an almost fatal fist fight over Alexander accusing Aaron of stealing his opportunity at a Law scholarship to Harvard, Aaron, of course, denying it. The fight resulted in Alexander getting a slight concussion and Aaron getting suspended, losing his scholarship in the process, much to Alexander’s delight. Since then, Aaron had sworn vengeance on Alexander Hamilton in a more pacifist way; becoming Debate team captain and forcing Alexander to leave the team. Overall, Aaron Burr was a very proper and intelligent gentleman with a short fuse.  

James Madison was the youngest out of the two Virginians. He was the leader’s childhood friend and protégé, always following him like a lost puppy. James was very intelligent just like Burr and the fellow Virginian. He was the only son of a politician and a homemaker. He has head-chef in the Culinary Arts class and was vice-captain of the Debate team. He was very quiet and wasn’t the social type of guy. Girls still found him cute and would come up to him and try to talk to him but would be ignored or asked politely to leave him alone. James Madison was in your Math class and you were once partnered up with him for a big assignment. He didn’t talk much, you both just split the work evenly between you two and just did it and turned it in together, not sparing the other a second glance. He seemed nice but very antisocial. You didn’t blame him for being so. You weren’t the best at being social either.

And lastly was the ring leader.  

Thomas Jefferson.  

What words could you use to describe Thomas Jefferson? Handsome. Irritable. Funny. Stubborn. Flirtatious. Manipulative. Intelligent. Annoying. The southern casanova messed up your mind and your emotions. You felt the sudden urges to go and talk to him, try and get closer to him. But you also had Alexander breathing down your neck anytime you spare a glance in Thomas’ direction. Thomas was the captain of the Debate team and one of the top students in the whole school. He had a full-ride scholarship to Harvard secured for himself so he could go off the pristine college as soon as he graduates. He was very charming and a huge flirt. Every girl in this school wanted to or already had been with Thomas Jefferson. He had a reputation of a notorious heartbreaker. The longest he was with a girl was three months before dumping her for her prettier sister. He never stopped at one girl for long.

You were almost positive you were on Jefferson’s hit list.  

You weren’t an ugly girl. You didn’t have the largest chest or the thinnest body, but you were still very pretty. You had many admirers throughout your school life and some of that attention was the reason you were bullied in middle school. You were dressed in the latest trends and your hair was always styled in some new style. You had natural beauty so the only makeup you wore was lip gloss and a little bit of concealer. You were always praised for your appearance but most girls took it to the next level and harassed you for being so pretty. You didn’t bother fighting back and would always walk away. They weren’t worth your time and their pointless opinions weren’t going to stop you at all.  

It was a few days before the school year ends. Everyone was beaming about prom and all the house parties that were happening after school was over for the summer. You were too busy finishing up your homework for Mrs. Burr’s class to listen. Since you were a Sophomore, you weren’t allowed at prom. Besides, most of your friends weren’t going anyways, so why get all gussied up for a pointless night with people you won’t see ever again? You were very engulfed with vocabulary and the punk rock music blasting in your ears to notice the tapping on your shoulder or the southern accented voice that was calling your name.  

The sound of Angelica snapping her fingers in front of your face was what made you pull out one of your earbuds. You glared at her before she pointed at something behind you. You turned around and almost dropped your iPod. There, standing mere inches in front of you, was Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Aaron Burr standing close by him. They were all dressed in their expensive dress shirts, cashmere cardigans, and professional slacks, along with polished dress shoes. Thomas was wearing his nerdy full-rimmed glasses that you thought were adorable. His fluffy curls of raven hair were pulled back into a ponytail, making him look a lot like your French friend Lafayette. He was clean-shaven too, which was a rare sight for you. He looked normal but brand new at the exact same time.  

“Good afternoon, Thomas.” You greeted with a stammer in your voice, standing up straight and placing your iPod safely on the table. “How can I help you on this fine day?”  

Thomas smirked, making your stomach churn. “I have a request for you, Ms. (Y/N).” He stated is a slightly deep tone of voice.  Burr was smirking too while Madison was standing blank-faced and stoic like always.

“A request?” You repeated, confusion clear on your face. “What kind of request?”

“Would you like to be my date to the prom on Friday night?” Thomas asked casually and loud enough for the four tables surrounding you could hear.  

You say all the girls perk up and watch in shock and disbelief. Most were glaring at you but you were too caught up in your surprise to notice. Thomas Jefferson wanted to go to prom with you? A lowly sophomore? Was it a bet? A dare? Did he want something from you? Money? Your virginity? There had to be something that would be fueling his desire to take you to the biggest dance of the school year.

“No thanks, Jefferson.” Alexander hissed, hugging you to his side in a protective brotherly manner. “(Y/N) doesn’t need to be spoiled by you. She’ll be staying the night with me and her friends. Now please go and try to manipulate some other girl and stay away from (Y/N).”  

Thomas glared at Alexander. “You aren’t her father, Hamilton.” He shot back. “Let (Y/N) talk for herself. She might actually want to spend the evening with me.”

You shrugged Alexander off and stood. You shot him a look that said ‘I’m sorry’ before turning back to Thomas, a soft smile on your features.

“I’d love to.” You said, causing the whole cafeteria to grow silent. Alexander had a look of pure shock on his jaw-dropped face. The rest of the group looked up from their conversations to stare at you with confusion and disbelief. Angelica was glaring daggers at Thomas while Peggy and Eliza were smiling at you and doing thumbs-ups.  

“E-Excuse me?” Alexander practically screamed in objection. “(Y/N), you want to go to prom with him?! Of all people?!”

You glared at Alexander as Thomas chuckled. “Yes, Alex. I do.” You answered simply.  

“Perfect,” Thomas said calmly, his smirk wider than usual. “I’ll pick you up around seven Friday night, alright?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’m looking forward to it.”  

Thomas then took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles while maintaining eye contact. You blush a bright red as Eliza and Peggy cheered and whistled behind you. Thomas then lets go of your hand and walked off, Aaron and James following close by. You sat back down and took a deep breath, your heart still beating rapidly.  

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?” Angelica asked, taking your hand in hers. “you knew Jefferson’s reputation. I don’t want him trying anything with you.”

You shook your head and squeezed Angelica’s hand. “I’ll be fine, Angie. I know what I’m doing.”  

Angelica nodded, smiling at you. Alexander then proceeded to list all possible ways the prom could end up being a huge embarrassment for you while Eliza and John tried to shut him up. You just tuned him out and returned to your homework. But all you could think about was that Friday night, you would be spending the evening and most of the night with Thomas Jefferson.  


Friday, 7:05 PM (Three Days Later)~~

It was five minutes past seven o'clock.

And you were freaking the fuck out.

You were all dressed up in a simple but elegant short magenta dress. It had no sleeves and the skirt stopped a few inches above your knee, hugging your torso in all the right ways. The bodice was decorated with sequins and there was a sash around the waist that was a couple shades darker than the dress. The dress came with matching silver and garnet jewelry; a necklace, a bracelet, and a ring. Along with a pair of black heels and your hair curled and pulled up into an elegant updo, you were ready for a night of glam and partying.

Thomas had messaged you and said he’d be earlier than usual. You expected him to be at your house around six-fifty but it has been a half hour and you were freaking out a lot.  

“Maybe he’s ditching me?” You asked aloud, analyzing your appearance in the mirror for the hundredth time. “Maybe I just wasted all this money for nothing? What if Alexander was right?”

Eliza rolled her eyes and placed her hand on your shoulder. “Honey, if you don’t want to go, I’ll have Lafayette text Thomas and tell him. Thomas is a man of his word so he must be coming.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll beat him into next week,” Angelica said, cracking her knuckles.

You chuckled but your anxiety shot back up. The doorbell rang and Peggy rushed to answer the door. You heard the door open and Peggy squeal in excitement.  

“Eliza! (Y/N)!” Peggy called down the hallway. “Your dates are here!”  

You felt your anxiety melt away as you followed Eliza down the hallway and into the front room. You saw the pissed off look on Alexander’s face before you saw Thomas. Alexander immediately smiled when he saw Eliza. Peggy walked away and Alexander stepped into the threshold, taking Eliza’s hand and kissing the knuckles. You smiled at Thomas, you smiled warmly back.  

“Good evening, Mr. Jefferson.” You greeted. “You seem to be fashionably late.”  

Thomas smirked. “A good evening to you too, Ms. (L/N). I had a discrepancy at home but it is all resolved now.” He looked over at Alexander. “I thought this would be smooth sailing but Hamilton happened to show up at the same time I arrived.” He added.

Alexander glared at Thomas but then turned back to Eliza. “Shall we, Ms. Schuyler?” Alexander suggested, offering his arm to his girlfriend.  

Eliza giggled, taking Alexander’s arm and they both walked out of the house. You took a step out and Thomas leads you to the limousine waiting on the curb, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back. You both got into the backseat and the limo pulled out and drove down the street.  


10:37 PM (Three Hours Later)

You stepped out of the gymnasium, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. The blasting dance music from inside shaking the building walls and you could still feel the bass’ rhythm in the concrete under your feet. You had been there for three hours and was having a great time. All your friends were there and were making complete fools of themselves. Alexander had challenged Aaron to a drinking contest with Hercules as the referee and John and Lafayette as Alex’s cheer team. You were recording the whole thing on your phone and planned on posting the video tomorrow. You spent most of the night with Eliza but you also stayed at Thomas’ side for a good hour. He showed you around to his friends and held you protectively by the waist. You felt special when he did this but you knew he probably did this with all his other girlfriends before you. You were probably just a date and nothing more.  


You turned around and saw Thomas step out of the building, stopping to stand next to you. You both stared out at the campus fields in silence, watching as drunk seniors and juniors tried to play football with no ball. You would chuckle every few minutes but said nothing.  

“Are you having a good time?” Thomas asked.  

You blushed and looked down at your feet. “Yeah.” You answered. “I am. Thanks for bringing me.”

Thomas smiled and took your hand in his. “I’m glad you are.”  

You looked up at Thomas and frowned. “But why?”

Thomas looked at you in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why me?” You asked quietly. “There are so many other girls who would agree to go out with you at the drop of a hat and yet, you chose me. What makes me so special?”

Thomas turned away from you and let go of your hand. You continued to look forward, waiting for Thomas’ response. He didn’t speak for a while and you felt like you said something bad for questioning why he took you out. You just wanted to know why he wanted to take out a sophomore instead of a fellow junior or a senior.  

“The truth is,” Thomas spoke, his voice soft and deep with emotion. “I know I’m the school heartbreaker. I’m just looking for the perfect girl, you know? I’ve been so busy with school and the Debate team that my dad has been on my case about finding a girlfriend. The thing is, he wants to choose my girlfriend for me but I want to prove I can find the perfect girl for me without his help. I went through all these girls and my mind still wanders to you. You’re quiet but you’re really smart and beautiful. I’ve been admiring you from a distance. Madison and Burr tease me about liking you and they aren’t wrong.”  

You blushed so brightly, you were pretty sure your hair was also turning red. Thomas liked you? He was one of the most popular guys in school and he liked the antisocial teacher’s pet that was (Y/N) (L/N)? How was this possible? This kind of thing only came true in books.  

“So,” Thomas took both your hands in his, making you look up at him. “(Y/N), would you do me the honors of becoming my girl and stopping my heartbreaking streak?”  

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “Yes.” You said without a second thought.  

Thomas mirrored your bright smile and leaned forward, locking his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, his hands letting yours go and grasping your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but it felt like minutes. You pulled away and had a big goofy smile on your face. Thomas rested his forehead on yours, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the slow song playing inside the gym. You swayed along with him, letting all the other noise fade away.

“You know,” you stood straight, looking into Thomas’ eyes. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You pecked his lips. “But I know now that that’s completely wrong. You’re a pretty sweet guy.”  

Thomas chuckled. “You’re the sweet one here, darlin’.” He shot back, capturing your lips in another kiss.  

Then, the sound of a camera went off.  

You pulled away from Thomas and looked towards the sound. Eliza, Alexander, and the whole squad were watching you two, James and Aaron smirking at Thomas. Alexander watched with pure shock on his face, his jaw hanging open. Eliza was smiling with her phone out, snapping pictures. Lafayette, John, and Hercules were all laughing non-stop, John looking drunk out of his mind.  

“Well,” Thomas spoke with a nervous chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “At least we don’t have to tell them we’re together.”

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SlytherLin (Lin/Reader)

So, I’ve gone over this twice and added some formatting and all that, so it’s better than when I first posted it! Still happy birthday to @sweaterkitty-fluff and still for @hamwriters write-a-thon day 3! Now I’m on track and my worldwide day will be posted later on! I’ll probably add onto this later, doing more years, so don’t think this is the end to my Harry Potter!Verse madness.

Warnings: My shitty knowledge of Harry Potter after all these years, blood mention, suicide mention, Slytherin!Lin and Hufflepuff!Reader.

Words: 1973

Year One 

“Don’t test me, Ramos! You know I can do it!” A voice shouts, startling you, drawing your attention from your book to the commotion. This was a library- were they trying to get point drawn from their house? Hopefully it wasn’t Hufflepuff. You guys finally had a shot at winning house cup.

“I’m not testing you. And dammit, Lin, quiet down- we’re in the library!” Another voice whisper-shouts back, the sound of one slapping the other echoing off the walls. They both laughed and walked towards you, not realizing it, most likely going to the potions section to study for the oh-so-impossible class. You brush off the familiarity of the name and pick up your quill again, continuing to read the textbook then take notes. The two boys, who you barely caught a glimpse of, walk past the table you’re sitting at, indeed going to the potions section. One was covered in freckles and had dark curly hair framing his face, while the other had a clear, rather pale face with his dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. You feel as if you’d met the pair before, but it is quickly confirmed that you have.

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Quarrels with an Elegant Egotist (Chapter 1)

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

A/N: Chapter one is finally out (thank the gods).  I’m so sorry it came out later than what I was planning.  Also in my opinion, I think I may have gone a little overboard with the fancy English so I’m sorry about that. Please feel free to leave any criticism, comments, etc.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Word count: 1054

Summary: (Taking place in the late 1700s) Elvira Waugh is a member of a special squadron, within SHIELD, mainly consisting of enhanced individuals.  Against her own will, she falls in love with a mysterious man within the initiative: Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, violence, a lot of emotions, terrible writing and English, flirting, saltiness, sarcasm, sexual tension, 1700s Pride and Prejudice vibe, many quotes from Pride and Prejudice and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, trying too hard 1700s English, please tell me if I miss anything

OC thoughts are italicized


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Hidden Cries

Characters: Jaemin x You ft. Jeno

Requested: No

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2,047

*TRIGGER WARNING!* Talks about Child Abuse, Suicide


You lived beside the smiley and all-popular boy, Jaemin. Your neighbour gave out the perfect example in school: outstanding grades, excellent sportsmanship, and not a day missed of school. The typical boy-next-door.

However, that wasn’t what you saw when he was headed home. You would get on the same train, where his charming smile would abruptly stop. You always walked behind him, watching as he’d hesitantly push in his pin code.

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Eric visits the Texaco to buy propane on April 20

I have been seriously remiss in my posts lately…

Anyway, next on our Tour of Littleton/Columbine is…the gas station/convenience store at 6798 W. Ottawa where Eric bought a propane tank for $49.99 at 9:12 AM on the 20th of April, 1999, less than 180 minutes before he blew his own brains out.

At the time, it was a Texaco (see receipt) but now it’s a Circle K/Shell station.

Receipt from JC-001-025955:

Eric caught on the store’s surveillance camera (note that the time is off):

Interview with the clerk, Tammy McGinnis (JC-001-0013346-0013347):

Ms. McGinnis stated that on the morning of April 20, 1999, she was on duty at the Texaco Gas Station, 6796 West Ottawa, Littleton, Colorado. She also stated that during this period of time, she was the only person on duty. She stated that about 9:00 am on that date, a white male about 18-20 years of age came into her gas station and asked to buy a propane tank. She further described the white male as being tall and thin, very clean cut looking, with no facial hair and wearing jeans and a tee shirt. She stated that the white male was very quiet and reserved. She also stated that he was not smiling and seemed very serious.

Ms. McGinnis stated that she asked the white male if he had a propane tank to trade in he responded, “no”. The white male then gave cash to Ms. McGinnis in the form of three (3) $20 bills. Ms. McGinnis stated that she then gave the white male his change and the cash receipt for the purchase of the propane tank.

Ms. McGinnis stated that she then exited her store and went to the propane tank caged area which is kept locked. She stated that she unlocked the caged area and asked the white male if he knew what type of connection he needed. The white male responded by saying, “yes”, at which time he reached into the caged area and took a “Blue Rhino" propane tank from the top rack of the propane cage. Ms. McGinnis stated that she then locked the propane cage and went back into her store. She stated that the white male was alone and she did not see what type of vehicle he was driving.

On April 26, 1999, Ms. McGinnis stated that she released the tape recording of sales made at the Texaco Gas Station on April 20, 1999, to S/A William Petoskey, FBI. She added that she does not know how to reset the timing mechanism on the recorder therefore the recording times will be off the actual time by about one hour and twenty minutes.

It’s right down the street from Columbine High School, and next to the shopping center where the Blackjack Pizza (where Eric and Dylan worked) used to be.

As seen from Pierce Street:

The store itself is pretty tiny:

The cage where the propane tanks are (still!) located:

There isn’t a heck of a lot to see…

Ah, the joys of suburban American strip malls and convenience stores…

Well, that’s about it for now…pick something up from the store to eat or drink while you walk around the parking lot and consider what happened in this very spot 15 years ago.

the equation of love (pt. 6)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5 | Pt. 6 | Pt. 7 | Pt. 8 | Pt. 9

→scenario: When you met Yoongi in a club, you thought it was fate that brought the two of you together. But after you walked into your college math class for the very first time, you weren’t so sure anymore.

→genre: smut | fluff | angst

→word count: 15,687

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We are such stuff dreams are made on- Peter Maximoff x Reader

A/N: Thanks so much for helping me hit a hundred followers guys, ily. I kinda combined the two imagines I got sent mainly bc I wasn’t particularly happy with how my Stevie Nicks one was going, and the second prompt I got send pretty much crossed over with how I wanted to re-write the first. So this one’s extra long, yay :)

Also, I know the fandom usually headcanons his younger sister as Lorna Dane, but given it’s the x-men!verse and (apocalypse spoiler) I personally headcanon Nina as Polaris (ish) and I kinda like the idea of Wanda not necessarily being Peter’s twin in this verse, but still sharing the same mum, while Nina’s still Peter’s sister by blood through Magneto- anyway, it’s just how I’m rolling with this one. Though if any requests asks for Wanda as his twin, then I’m all game.

Also, yeah, please send in requests, they actually give me life and I’m so ready for Peter imagines or any others, just check my blog if you’re unsure ^.^

Rating: T (I’m sorry but you’ll never be able to stop me from swearing.)

Warnings: Fluff!!! teensy angst, can never seem to get rid of the angst. And my terrible wonderful taste in music.

We are such stuff dreams are made on

Friday night was unnaturally quiet at the Maximoff household. No, the spacious house just didn’t reek of the usual scent of disappointment (from Peter forgetting to wash the dishes) and destruction (Wanda accidentally making all said dirty dishes suspend mid-air before cracking them in a cacophonous disaster upon the patterned tiles).

Well, it was a grand improvement to when you’d first been asked to babysit by Ms Maximoff, she had stated outright that she didn’t trust Peter with being home alone with his sister. Of course, somehow, Peter had made it sound like after all these years that you were the responsible friend. Well, you were to some extent, but there was that one time…

Anyway… You tried something different tonight apart from the usual sugar-fuelled chaos and monopoly game which Wanda would somehow win despite yourself and Peter pooling the finds together. You honestly feared the bank Wanda Maximoff would one day inevitably be CEO of. Pulling your adorable best friend and his equally as adorable little sister towards the basement, you’d begun to assemble a blanket fort. Oddly enough whenever you’d run out of clothes pegs, Peter would be back with a handful in a blink of a tired eye, face down-turned towards the ground, making awkward eye contact with you then staring back to the tips of his exposed toes.

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Pairing: Bruce x Reader

Warnings: None except for the giving birth details……

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and once she goes into labor Bruce is there for her every step of the way when things get complicated in the delivery room. 

A/N: I am taking requests! Send me yours and I’ll gladly write them :)

Originally posted by edsonlnoe

It was a lovely afternoon and Bruce, Tim, Jason and Dick had just stopped a robbery. Y/N had sat behind a desk monitoring the boys and Bruce’s every move and alerting him if anything suspicious happened or if something new popped up. She was 9 months pregnant and the baby would be ready to come into the world sooner or later. 

“Ah there she is my beautiful wife and my soon to be be born son.” Bruce said placing a kiss on Y/N’s soft lips and then one on her belly. 

“You and our sons were amazing out there like always, our baby boy is going to be lucky to have a dad and brothers as superheroes.” Y/N smiled. 

“I don’t doubt it, me and the boys will always be there to protect the you two of you.” Bruce said wrapping his arms around Y/N. 

Suddenly Y/N felt a warm liquid run down her leg followed by a sharp contraction making her hold onto the desk. “Honey what’s wrong?” Bruce asked. 

Tim, Jason and Dick soon came through the door. “Mom!” The boys shouted. “What’s wrong?” Jason asked as he and Bruce held onto Y/N. 

“Are you okay?” Dick asked. 

“What’s happening?” Tim followed.

“I’m going into labor, the baby is coming boys.” Y/N said. The boys started then shouting and running around the place like maniacs.

Bruce smiled widely and Y/N did too despite the pain. “I love you so much, come on let’s go.” Bruce said placing a kiss on Y/N’s lips.

“BOYS!” Bruce shouted. Everything fell silent and they stared at Bruce. 

“Since Jason is already out of his suit I want you to alert Alfred and take your mother to the car.” Bruce instructed. “Yes sir.” Jason said making Y/N giggle despite the pain.

“The rest of you go change out of your suits into some normal clothes and meet Jason, your mom and I in the car.

You were on the hospital bed as the nurses prepared you to give birth. Bruce had been by your side for the last couple of hours waiting, until you fully dilated and you endured painful contractions. Bruce had came in and out of the room updating the boys on your state. 

“Alright Ms. Wayne has fully dilated and the baby is ready to come out. It’s time.” The nurse said. 

“Come on honey you got this I know you do.” Bruce said kissing your forehead.

“And push Ms. Wayne, push.” The nurse said. 

You used all of her strength to push, you threw her head back in pain as you sat up. “It hurts so much Bruce.” You said as your eyes filled up with tears.

“I’m so sorry.” Bruce said. You could hear the sadness behind his voice. 

“Don’t worry it’s not your fau-” Before you could finish what you were saying you let out a scream and pushed again, still grabbing onto Bruce’s hand you held it tightly. 

You fell back on the bed as tears spilled out of your eyes. Bruce wiped your tears away as well as some of his own. He couldn’t stand to see you, the love of his life in pain.

“She’s in pain is there anything else we can do?” Bruce asked the nurses. 

“I’m sorry sir we can’t give her more epidural than the amount we’ve been told. “All you can do is get her to calm down a bit so the baby isn’t in distress.” She replied and he nodded as you finished pushing for the 4th time.

“Y/N you’re doing amazing and I know it hurts but you’re going to be okay don’t worry. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere because I love you and this baby.” Bruce said kissing Y/N’s lips.

“I love you too Bruce, thank you for everything.” You said placing a hand on Bruce’s face and he smiled. “Alright push again!” The nurse said. 

You pushed, and gritted your teeth in pain. Bruce held onto you and wiped off the beads of sweat on your forehead and put your hair behind your ears.

“Keep pushing, keep pushing the baby is almost out.” The nurse said. 

“Oh my god I can’t take this anymore.” You said. The pained expression on your face only made Bruce feel more guilty. 

“I got you honey, you’re doing amazing. It’s going to be okay.” Bruce said rubbing your back comfortably as you kept pushing. You wondered how you got so lucky to meet and marry Bruce he was the most amazing man you ever met.

“The baby’s out!” The nurse said. You fell back onto the hospital bed and Bruce wiped away her tears. 

“You did it honey you did it, I am so proud of you.” Bruce said smiling. The both of you then shared a passionate kiss.

“Would you like to cut the umbilical cord Mr. Wayne?” The nurse asked. “Of course.” Bruce replied. 

He took the scissors and cut it off. The nurses went and cleaned the baby as Bruce returned to your side. 

“Oh honey you did it you’ve made me the most happiest man on earth.” Bruce said. “No Bruce we did it, and you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth.” You smiled.

The nurse soon returned with the baby wrapped in a blue blanket with a blue hat on. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Wayne here is your baby boy.” The nurse smiled as she handed you and Bruce’s son.

“Aww look at him he is so cute Bruce, we made him.” You said instantly in love with your son. “He’s precious.” Bruce said as a tear escaped his eye.

“Here why don’t you hold him.” You said smiling. Bruce nodded and carefully took the baby out of your arms. 

“So what’s his name?” The nurse asked. Bruce looked at you waiting for your response. “Damian Thomas Wayne.” You smiled.

Bruce’s eyes widened in shock. “Beautiful name for a beautiful boy.” Bruce said as he kissed Damian’s forehead. “Thank you for remembering my father.” Bruce smiled and you nodded.

The nurse came back into the room but this time with your three sons. They each raced up to you and sat on the right side of the hospital bed. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but he is adorable!” Dick exclaimed and you giggled.

“Yeah I hate to admit it but he’s right.” Jason said. 

“Wow Bruce you made that cute baby you old man?” Tim asked and the boys burst out laughing while Bruce rolled his eyes.

“So what’s his name?” Jason asked. “Damian Thomas Wayne.” Both you and Bruce said.


“I like it.”

“Totally digging it.” The boys each said, you can probably guess who said what. 

Bruce looked at the boys who were taking turns holding their baby brother and Y/N who watched them happily. Bruce was very thankful because he had everything that he ever wanted, a family. He knew that no matter what he would do everything he possibly could to protect each and everyone of them. They were his happiness and everything that he needed in his life.

Stranger Things: The Round Table

Jonathan Byers Imagine

Prompt: Imagine being Steve Harrington’s sister and being partnered up with Jonathan during a project in Photography class

Warnings Adult Language

**Does not follow the plot of “Stranger Things”

Point of view: The Reader’s Point Of View

“And please don’t talk to that weird Byers kid, he’s a obsessed with Nancy an I don’t want you around him” Steve growled as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder escorting me to Photography class

I nodded slowly before removing myself from his protective embrace as I walked into class, all eyes drawn to me.

“Hey (Y/N)!” A chorus of people spoke loudly, I forced a smiled on my face as I slid into a random seat in the back of the class, secluded just the way I like it. I hated being around people, my brother being the most popular asshole in school, causes a lot of attention placed on you, whether you like it or not.

Some think by being friends with me, they’ll be in good graces with the “King” however I could careless about his titles or his friends. I just want to get out of this town.

“Good Morning class, I won’t spend half the class talking about our project, so I said I was assigning partners so let’s get to it then!” Mr. Troy shouted as he clapped his hands after every word

“Melissa Mccan and Ronald Oakland, Reggie Goodwill and Greg Holland, (Y/N) Harrington and Jonathan Byers-”

My heart roughly pounded against my chest as I watched the Mr. Troy his lips were moving but I couldn’t hear anything. I snapped my head towards Byers as I watched him, he didn’t turn around nor did he look for me, his head focused on his hands.

“Alright! Let’s get to work! This project is to get to know each other in a way that no else could ever see” he stated as he smiled wildly at the class. The sound of chairs scrapping against the floor filled the air as life resumed in the room. I sucked in a deep breath as I pushed myself out of the chair as I slowly walked toward Byers.

“Hi Jonathan I’m-”

“I–k-k-now he said that a minute ago remember” he stated as he watched his finger rolled over one another. I nodded slowly as I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Um- so would you like to-” he quickly stood up scurrying out of chair as he entered the dark room. I sighed softly as I dropped myself in his chair running my hands through my hair.


“Barb! How am I suppose to do this project when he wont even look at me” I sighed as I fumbled around with my camera “it’s due tomorrow and I don’t even have one picture of him”

“(Y/N), this project is so that you can get to know him on a level that no one else will dare explore. Go explore it” she giggled as she pushed my forward, I sighed softly as I walked through the doubled doors, catching a glimpse of Byers. His face smothered against the camera as he took random pictures.

I quickly begin snapping photos of him, following him around as I did so. I smirked softly as I hopped into my car, speeding out of the driveway.

I pushed out a deep breath as I knocked on the door.

“Hi!” I smiled as a boy answered the door “I’m was looking for Ms. Byers”

“That’s me!” A female voice spoke as she ran to the door, her hand pressing against her forehead

“Oh hi! I thought you were–um who are you?” She mumbled

“I’m (Y/N) Harrington and I am doing a project on Jonathan but he’s being a little difficult at the moment. I was wondering if you would allow me to spy on him for a few hours” I smiled shyly as my cheeks turned bright red

“Um-sure come in, he should be home any minute now” she smiled as she invited me in, I nodded slowly as I stepped into the house

I jumped softly at the sound of a car door slamming.

“Hey Ma” his spoke as he quickly wrapped his arms around her placing a bright smile on his face


“Hey Will” he smiled as he ruffled his hair lightly


“So how was your day in school?” Will smirked as he glanced my way, I growled softly as I snapped a quick photo of him

“Good, I was paired up with (Y/N) Harrington for a project” he sighed I slowly placed my camera down, as I frowned softly

“What’s wrong with her?” Ms. Byers stated with an awkward chuckle

“Everything, I don’t want to be partner with someone who won’t do any of the work, who is basically gonna slack off and bullshit the whole thing. I don’t want an asshole as my partner” he spoke “And to make matters worse she’s a Harrington, a low life bitch just like her brother”

I quickly wiped the tears from my face as I removed myself from my hiding spot

“Thanks Ms. Byers for the help, I think I should get going you know this low life bitch has gotta get home before her mom kills her” I faked smiled for rushing out the house, I quickly slammed the door before speeding home.


I slid into my seat in the far back, my hands softly drumming on the pictures that I had taken, it was time for a oral presentation.

“Hey” a voice whispered beside me, I stiffen softly as I realized it was Jonathan. “I just-”

“No need I get I completely understand you judge someone before you even get a chance to know them. Just because my last name is Harrington doesn’t mean I’m like my father or my brother” I snapped

“I know-”

“No you don’t know, I actually tried to talk to you get the project done but you blew me off, you ignored me” I begin to shout as I shove my finger in his chest “But hey who am I to complain I’m just a low life bitch like my brother”


“Good Morning Class, it’s time for my presentation huh, I’m excited to see the works of art you guys have done. Byers and Harrington you’re up”

I snatched my photos as I placed them on the corner desk.

“I had Jonathan Byers as my partner, as you guys all know he’s the weird kid with the camera. But Jonathan he’s kinda like a misunderstood work of art, you stare at it for years analyzing it and trying to figure out what the true meaning of it is. But you can’t, you make think it’s one thing but you come to realize that it’s another.” I explained, Mr. Troy clapped loudly as he patted my back softly

“Now that’s what I like to hear” he smiled “Byers you’re up”

“(Y/N) Harrington” he laughed softly as he passed me the photos “She’s beautiful, hypnotic if you will. I’ve known her since Kindergarten, we’d always have sit at the round table and eat paste together. She was the only person that didn’t really judge me, but I always judged her, of course we all do. She’s a Harrington, we all hate to love them. But she’s much more than that. When she smiled you always knew it was real, when she laugh it filled you with joy and happiness that no other thing could, when she cried it’s heartbreaking. ”

I smiled softly at the photos as it was pictures of Steve and I, that one day I sprained my ankle so he gave me piggyback rides to all class, or the other time he decided to teach me how to fight, and I accidentally punched him in the nose. It was a picture of Barbs and I laughing at some joke that I told.

“That was touching Byers really” Mr. Troy smiled at us before grabbing the photos.


“Hey (Y/N)” a voice spoke softly as I was shoving my book bag in the car “Look I’m-”

I quickly spun around as I grabbed his face smashing his lips against mine.

“I know you’re sorry, I forgive you” I whispered against his lips “you remember all that?”

“Of course I had the biggest crush on you, I still do, I just didn’t know how to say it”

“Well will you Jonathan Byers go on date with me” I smiled

“I’ll have think about” he laughed, causing me to push him softly as I scrunched my nose slightly

“I would love to go on a date with you” he smiled as he wrapped his hands around my waist

“At the round table?” I smiled softly


p>“At the round table” he repeated

More fun with the city-name neural network (part 1, part 2):

If, rather than doing a probabilistic sample, I have the neural network just choose the highest-ranked character at each step, it always seems to get to a point where it generates “San Carlock, NJ” before finally converging and outputting “Brooksville, PA” in a loop.

What’s fascinating about this is that neither of these towns actually exists (at least, not according to GeoNames, anyway). The neural network just finds them to be incredibly probable, for some reason.

There is a Brookville, with no “s”, in Pennsylvania, as well as Brooksvilles in three other states (FL, MS and KY). Even then, it’s bizarre that the network ends up converging on such a seemingly random place. I guess there must be something in the way that the data is ordered (such as the fact that the line for “Midland, PA” is followed by “Brookville, IN”).

“San Carlock” is also slightly amusing - it’s fairly obvious that it’s trying to combine “San Carlos” (of which there are five in the training data) with some town ending in “lock” or “ock”. Still interesting that it always seems to produce this before converging, though.

Lost pt. 3 | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)
Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: This is the part 3 for the Lost mini fic series! ❤️️ I don’t want to give out any detailed summary since it will spoil the story. 😭 if you have read the first two parts then you’d know 😉

ps. The story continues after the series of events from Part 2. For those who haven’t read Part 1 and 2, I have it linked under my directory tab. 😊☺️

Genre:Angst/Fluff/General Fiction

A/N: hi guys!!! Thank you so much for reading this fanfic!!! I appreciate all the messages sent to me by those who have read it over the course of the days. I originally intended to make this only a 1 part but since a part 2 was demanded, I plotted out a whole story for this one and it turned to be a mini fic series. Thank you once again everyone! Your kind words motivates me to write. I love you all, from the bottom of my heart. I am sincere. Enjoy!
PSA. i’m so sorry for the format. im on mobile app now and i need to get this part out so i can continue on the final part. thank u!! mua mua

for those who hasn’t finished the game, SPOILER ALERT AHEAD!

“Mr. Ha– I mean Jumin.” Assistant Kang, or Ms. Kang was surprised to see me standing in front of her shop, badly drenched under the rainfall with no security men and the like. It has been 3 years since she decided to resign from her post and start her own business, a coffee shop.

And it has been 5 long, lonely years for me of trying to get over her. How can she take my heart with her to the grave? Am I even worthy of having someone by my side? Everybody seemed to love leaving me…

Or is it because I have been selfish my entire lifetime that life itself has been getting back on me this way? Then… I suppose I do deserve what I am getting right now.

I set foot into the store and noticed that the only available seats are those in the bar counter. My old Assistant is there, with her hair tied up while mixing coffees for her customers. It is good for her, this business. She really does make good coffee.

“Would you want a towel perhaps?” I heard her offer as she swiftly told her employee to go get something from somewhere. “I’d feel bad if you get sick when you’re in my premises.”

“It does feel strange for you to care about my well-being.” I walked towards the the counter. Assistant Kang– I mean Ms. Kang took a glance at me before putting some milk on some cup.

“Mr. Han…” she couldn’t help but say. I lifted my gaze towards her and raised a brow as I shrugged my coat out of my shoulders, laying it on the backrest of the stool and sitting on the said furniture at the same time.

“Errr… Jumin, sir. I’m sorry. I still haven’t gotten myself used to the first name basis…” She smiled a bit as she gave the final batch of orders to be served to her guests.

“One coffee please, Assistant Kang. The usual.” I laughed at the tone of my voice. It sounded like how I used to order her around. It’s funny that she’s not working under me anymore.

“Old habits die hard, I presume?” She laughed a bit herself as she moved to go get a cup and started to brew my coffee. “Excuse me for asking but… have you visited her today?”

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Hillary Clinton's former advisor says one year maternity leave is 'too long out of the workplace'

Hillary Clinton’s former advisor says men and women should split maternity leave because a year is “too long out of the workplace"

Anne-Marie Slaughter, who served as the Director of Policy Planning for the US State Department from 2009 to 2011 under then Secretary of State Ms Clinton, says shared care leave should replace traditional maternity leave.

“My ideal would be the woman takes six months and the man takes six, and they divide that however they want,” she told The Times. “Both parents need to bond with the child and both parents need to understand what it takes to be parents and to be workers.

“You can really fall behind in a year. It’s too long out of the workplace.”

Ms Slaughter, who is the current President and CEO of the non-partisan think tank New America, previously wrote an opinion piece in The Atlantic entitled “Why Women Still Can’t Have It All”. In the article, she explained how she struggled balancing her high-profile job with being a mother to two teenage boys. However, she was keen to stress that women can have it all but that the current system and environment need to change in order to do this and clarified this position again with the newspaper.

“What I was saying is we still can’t have it all because we haven’t made enough changes,” she said. “The message was ‘Here are the changes we need to make’ whereas many people interpreted me as saying: ‘Women should just accept that they’re never going to be equal.’ No! Not in the least. Of course women can be equal, but only if men are more equal in the area of traditional women’s work.”

Ms Slaughter ended up resigning from her post in the government to focus on her family after she became worried about the behaviour and attitudes of one of her sons.

She says she “absolutely” regrets her decision: “It was my dream job. I would have loved to have been on the front-lines negotiating with Iran or at the UN but on the other hand there are trade-offs in life.”