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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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Graphic T-Shirt Friday

I apparently donated my Boston Strong t-shirt so this is the closest I have to an encouraging message: Nevertheless, She Persisted. 

I am desperately jealous of all the people heading to Boston this weekend to spectate or to run the marathon. I think this really is a sign I need to get back up there for the race SOON.

Work is so crazy that a Monday feels like it should be Thursday. My head feels like exploding at the end of every day. It’s a frustrating feeling because I’m fairly convinced I have dozens of things slipping through all sorts of cracks. It’s good overall though. We were pretty slow for the first few months of the year and it was definitely freaking my boss out. So: busy is good. Stress is less good but currently a necessary evil. 

Luckily, I am not sick anymore so I’ve been back to running and swimming and last night I died a little during spin class (in a good way). Is it weird that a solid exercise schedule gives me a sense of control? Probably.  Steady exercise also lets me feel less guilty about all the Easter chocolate I’ve consumed. My mom sent me a care package from Germany and I know we all know this but, German chocolate is the best chocolate.

I’m also going to have to write out my marathon training for Berlin soon! Should get started sometime in mid-May which is crazy. Obviously, I’m going to continue doing Hansons. The question is just, what’s the goal pace this time?

Aaaand there’s the phone. Again. At least I’ll be in Reno soon! I mean, still working. But with mountains around me so it’ll feel better. 

GOOD LUCK BOSTON RUNNERS! Persist!

Closest Thing To Heaven

Chapter One


His lips are my absolute favorite part of him. Apart from the array of tattoos that splatter his forearms or the way his chest and biceps look fresh from a hot shower, his lips are the closest thing to heaven for me. The way they wrap around mine, so impeccably soft like the warmest hug that could make my skin vibrate and my heart soar every single time. Time almost stood still every time I kissed him.

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OTP Prompts

I’m in a writing mood. Send me a number and I’ll write a short one-shot with that prompt. :) (Percico)

1. We have been working in the same building for two years and I have crush on you but never really talked to you but now we are both alone in the break room.

2. I’ve just met you while on vacation and you’ve asked me out to get ice cream.

3. Just called the cable company to come and fix the cable in my apartment and you are the cutest person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

4. Was planning to go out with friends but then the babysitter for my younger sibling just showed up. I might be staying in after my parents leave after all…

5. Accidentally spilled a drink in your lap in a restaurant and I made things more awkward by trying to clean you off

6. High school teacher x high school teacher

7. We are doing something highly inappropriate in the library/school right now.

8. It’s below freezing outside, do you mind if we just cuddle on the couch?

9. That note was not meant for you, my friend is an asshole and I’m so embarrassed right now

10. The breeze is so cold but your hand is so warm and your lips look so kissable.

11. Friends with benefits… but I actually like you

12. My new college roommate has to be the hottest person on campus

13. I think you are drinking too much coffee, let me give your mouth something else to do…

14. Even though you are my best friend’s ex, I think I’m falling in love with you…

15. We’ve had strong sexual tension for a while now and we’re currently alone in detention…

16. I’m supposed to be shelving books in the library… but you just came to see me and my boss is busy in the back room.

17. Our friends set us up on a blind date knowing we both had a crush on each other

18. You’re drunk… but so am I and I can’t stop laughing at you

19. Our teacher assigned us as partners on our science project, but your lips keep distracting me…

20. Someone keeps leaving bad puns and jokes on little slips of paper on my desk and I’m 99% sure it’s you.

21. You just jumped out and scared me with an old Halloween mask and I may or may not have broken your nose out of surprise.

22. I’m your new neighbor, can you please help me carry in some boxes?


(Yes, feel free to reblog this and use it for any ship you wish to)

Hi. My name is Rowan and my boss keeps me so busy, I’ve hardly had any time to eat, let alone be on here. I’ve actually missed social interaction though, so I’m bad and I promise to have better time management skills. 

bubble bath

a/n: hope it’s okay. love ya beauts

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Another stressful day at the office. I’ve been spending a lot of time here, 40 hours a week doing paperwork. I went home every night exhausted and irritated. My boss was an absolute dick. 

He would call me to come into work at noon, and I wouldn’t get off until 10. Luckily for me though, tonight was Friday, and I had Saturdays and Sundays off and next week was my vacation, and then the following week I would be moving into my new position as I had just gotten a promotion, hence why I was so busy. My boss wanted me to finish all this paperwork before I moved up, since he didn’t have any other reliable or responsible assistant.

I had just got into my car, huffing and lighting a cigarette as I drove home. Nate hated that I smoked cigarettes since ‘they slowly kill ya’ and he might have been right, but I only did it on rare occasions when I was stressed.

I walked into the house at a quarter til 11, tossing my keys onto the little table we had by the front door where all our shit piled up. Removing my heels immediately afterwards, my feet killing me, and my legs burning from walking back and forth from my cubicle to my boss’s office to the copy machine, and basically all over the whole entire building.

I walked upstairs towards the bedroom, figuring since it was so quiet in the house Nate was out with the boys. That was our usual routine at this point. The boy and I have been together since we were 15, so 6 years now, we didn’t need to spend all our time together. We always managed to find some time to spend together though, like Saturday mornings, we usually laid around all morning, go a few rounds, by mid afternoon we would move from the bedroom downstairs, to the living room, watching tv, rolling a few blunts and just eating and watching tv and talking until the evening when we would go out with the guys and everyone.

So I was excited to just go up and go to bed, probably relax and watch tv with a bottle of wine, how I usually spent my Fridays.

Taking my hair out of the updo I had from work and shaking out the curls as I pushed the bedroom door open I jumped a bit when I heard a cough come from the center of the room. Bringing my attention to my surroundings, I realized that Nate was standing in the middle of the room in a pair of joggers hanging low on his waist, letting me know that he wasn’t wearing any boxers underneath, and shirtless, with a bottle of wine in hand.

“Nate. What are you doing?” I asked, walking up to him, or more so, wobbling cause my legs killed, and wrapping my arms around him and kissing him briefly.

“I know works been crazy, so I thought tonight I’d be a good boyfriend and stay in with you and take care of you.” he spoke, letting his one hand rest on my hip, looking at me in the eyes.

“Nate, don’t be ridiculous. You’re a great boyfriend. You shoulda went out with the boys tonight.”

“no I don’t mind staying in with you ma.” he spoke, squeezing my side a bit and lowering his lips down to mine. Breaking the brief, sweet kiss he rested his forehead on mine. “how bout a bubble bath for my girl?” he mumbled.

“Nate really it’s fine. I c-”

“don’t argue with me here babe. I already ran the water, now let’s go enjoy our bath and wine.”

I loved when Nate got like this, all lovey and cute and romantic. 6 years together was a long time, so Nate and I have definitely had our ups and downs, some worse than others. Like when he first started getting bigger with his career he started going out way more, and he acted all tough, like he didn’t wanna ‘cuff’ so him and I had a pretty rough time during that period. Eventually knocking some sense into him, we figured shit out and here we stand today.

While he would never admit to acting like this around the boys, I didn’t mind. I loved this side of Nate, along with all the other sides I’ve seen of that boy. 

We were currently in the tub, Nate getting in first and sitting down allowing me to sit in front of him where he wrapped his hands around my chest, particularly grabbing my chest and pulling my back into him so we were cuddling in the warm tub.

He asked me all about my day, listening to what seemed to be the same story I told him every night after work. About halfway through my story he started rubbing my shoulders, giving me a massage that I didn’t realize I needed.

After a lot of time in the tub together I could say I was finally relaxed. I wasn’t stressed over work and certainly not as exhausted as I had been, simply from being drained from any energy I had.

Taking one of Nate’s shirts and slipping that on after the bath I crawled into bed next to him and he immediately threw his arm around me, pulling me into him. Turning on the tv we started watching some movie neither of us had seen. I started tracing invisible designs on his chest, and traced his tattoos as we laid in bed.

“it’s not even midnight and we’re already in bed.” I yawned out. “we’re like an old married couple.” 

“babe, you’ve been busting your ass all week, you probably shoulda been in bed an hour ago.” Nate laughed, turning to face me.

“I’m in bed now, it’s practically the same thing.”

“nah, you need to get your rest.”

“I usually don’t get more than 5 hours of sleep anyway Nate. I’m fine.”

“just saying, I’d rest up for tomorrow babe. I’m planning on us staying in bed all damn day.” he playfully growled, nuzzling his face into my neck and playfully biting the skin, causing me to giggle and try to push him away.

“Nate.” I laughed as he finally looked at me smiling.

“How’d I get so damn lucky?” he asked, rhetorically.

“I ask myself the same question everyday.” I smiled, grabbing his cheeks as he started to lean in, our lips meeting for a sweet and passionate kiss that said i love you.

pulling back I rubbed my thumb along his cheek and smiled, looking at his lips and his eyes and just admiring all the little things about him.

“I love you Nathan” I smiled, my eyes drooping as I got hit with tiredness, ready to pass out at any minute.

“I love you too (y/n). so much” he replied, kissing my cheek and then spooning me. Not even 3 minutes later I was fast asleep.

“thank you for giving me her.” Nate muttered as his eyes closed in his silent prayer to the man who blessed him, and seconds later he fell asleep too.

I’m anxious as fuck right now cause tomorrow morning we host a Mother’s Day brunch buffet at one of my jobs, including a a carving station and an omelette station. Now, I’ve taken over as the brunch sauté guy, and my station normally does them during regular business. My boss asked me if I had any of my own chef coats at home, and when I said yes, he told me to bring my nicest one. So I have a feeling I’m going to be out in the dining room with a burner set up, cooking peoples’ food to order in front of all of them, and that is nerve-wracking to me. It’s also going to be super busy and high pressure, which doesn’t help. Wish me luck.

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So, I’ve been having rivamika/levimika feels with Levi being a Mafia Boss and Mikasa is his young bride. Considering her beauty and proper manners, many believe that the Ackerman Boss has taken a trophy wife, but a certain rookie who just entered the ranks of the underground learns that there’s more that meets the eye with Mikasa Ackerman.

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Let’s clear the record, and debunk one of these common (false) lines about birth control access.

Here’s the truth: Nearly ALL American women have used birth control, and giving them affordable access to the health care they need isn’t just good policy; it’s common sense. 

Under the Affordable Care Act, every health insurance plan covers women’s birth control with no additional co-pay (just like other forms of preventive health care like cancer screenings and well-woman exams—what’s controversial about that?). It offers important savings, and ensures women are able to use it correctly—neither of which was a reality without this benefit.

No matter which way you spin it, this is basic health care, and a woman’s decisions about it are hers—not her boss’s.

College advice to younger INTPs from an older one

I have known, personally, four other INTPs in my life. We are all older, ranging from 25-28, and even though we are dissimilar in hobbies and some interests, we are all the same: we still have no idea what we are doing. We are supposed to have a firm grasp on our life direction because we are heading into our thirties, but that simply is not the case. As you see, it’s a long post, but I promise there are some insights to be gained.

From my small pool of INTPs, I have noticed two things that INTPs struggle with when pursuing a career: being told what society says we should be doing, and wanting to overachieve. Both play into the college role. Our society says go to college, get a degree. Of course we are on board! All that learning, books filled with unrestricted knowledge, studying at coffee houses, having an excuse to only work part time and having the power to schedule afternoon classes so you can sleep in to your heart’s desire. Jesus, this is my calling. All five of us went to college, yet only two of us, including myself, got a degree in the end…and it took years. About five years for both of us. It’s disenchanting after a while. INTPs idealize college for the reasons I stated above, and then we realize how it’s filled with unnecessary work, horrible deadlines, and lots of stress just to learn something. That’s agony for us. Learning is something we love, so when stress is added to it, it becomes obsolete. A key part of our personality is extinguished. I am not saying this is true for all INTPs. Many, famously such as Einstein, made academia his career. Yet if most INTPs feel this way about college, then maybe something needs to be said about it.

So my first advice: don’t go to college because society tells you to, and don’t go to college because you’re enchanted by it. After all, do you really know what your sole interest is in at eighteen? I mean your lifelong interest in which you would love to dedicate yourself to for the rest of your life. I thought I did, but then I bounced around between classes, taking everything from Sumerian history to microbiology to even organic chemistry, purely because it was just all so fascinating. We two graduated INTPs from this small group both majored in history, in the end. Why? Personally, it was the easiest. By the time the fifth year of college came around, I was done with it. For my history classes all we had to do was read a book and then write something about it. The other INTP said it was the same for him. This might surprise a lot of MBTI fanatics, because INTPs are stereotyped as very scientific nerds.

Which leads me to my next advice: don’t try to overachieve, especially with the sciences. A masters sounds great, doesn’t it? A Ph.D. sounds damn right amazing. A doctor? Holy shit. It’s so prestigious, a badge of honor which states that we are indeed very intelligent. It solidifies to the world what we already know about ourselves, that we are super intelligent and rational and have great insights to bequeath unto the world. I was a victim of this. I was a double major, doing everything I could trying to get into veterinary school. That’s a great gig, isn’t it? Being known as a doctor, having that title by your name, and dealing with cute patients who couldn’t speak to you but only just wanted to be petted and fed treats. I thought that was exactly what I wanted, but it wasn’t. After interning at a vet clinic, I realized how horrible it was to be a veterinarian. My boss was a business owner, had lived in the same house in the same town with the same mortgage for thirty years, and his highlight of the week was always going to a dinner and a movie with his wife on Friday nights.

Talk about super SJ. No thanks.

After much retrospect and Ti’ing, I realized what I really wanted was the prestigious badge of D.V.M. honor. I was trying to overachieve. The other graduated INTP was enchanted by the Ph.D. He wanted to be a professor. I fell into a depression after a while, and he talks about how he did too, because if we didn’t go on to get masters and doctorates, then what the hell else were we gonna do?

This might be the rut you, as a younger INTP currently in college, might be experiencing. Let me be the first to tell you that college is not as exciting as it sounds, and you might have already discovered that. So what are you going to do? My advice is just to stay in, get that degree. Even if you switch it to history or english because it’s a little easier for introverts, just finish one. Your older self will thank you when you are applying for jobs. If you are a young INTP contemplating college, do this seriously. Very seriously and carefully. Contrary to popular belief, you do not need a degree to live a happy and productive life. My best and most favorite job ever was working at a dog daycare during college. I picked up vomit, dog shit, had to break up dog fights, but I also got to play with animals and have oxytocin releases by petting them, and I was left alone to my thoughts most of the time. I was paid eight an hour. The other INTP says his favorite job was a stocking books at a local bookstore. He was by himself and his thoughts, got to read a lot of the books he stocked, and had endless coffee at his disposal. He also got paid eight an hour. We always say how much we wish we could go back to those jobs. I guess we could try, but now we are overqualified to do them and probably wouldn’t be hired. 

I can personally tell you from experience that having a bachelors isn’t that exciting. Graduating was underwhelming, actually. Both of us talk about how anticlimactic it was and how we felt like we didn’t achieve anything special. I honestly get ten times more satisfaction watching my student loans deplete by the thousands than I ever did turning in an essay about Gram negative bacteria or studying about Jugurtha. Also, community college. That’s where it’s at. Don’t be enchanted by universities. They sell themselves on their supposed prestigiousness, which can really be translated into, “We are super competitive because we work our students into depression via endless deadlines and by shoving unnecessary knowledge down their throats, most of which they will never remember. But our price tag guarantees a high paying job if you graduate from us, which you’ll need anyway to pay off all of your debt!

Education doesn’t buy happiness.

Last piece of advice? Do you, INTP, do you. Do what you do best and Ti the shit out of this. But more importantly, Ti the hell out of yourself and really ask yourself if college is for you. If it’s not, then who cares?

iveofficiallygonemad  asked:

Jasico for the soul mates au ;)

ahhhhhh im p sure you asked me this after the jercy first words soulmate headcanon ask thing so im just gonna do that

  • it happens at a park at 6:22 am on the dot
  • nico knows this because he was on his phone checking his instagram instead of watching where he’s going 
  • or more importantly where Mrs. O’leary is going
  • which happens to be directly into a tall built blonde superman who happens to be jogging past in blue track pants and a black tank top that exposes his very very very nice shoulders that are just now hitting to the ground as he teeters off balance and into the grass lining the concrete running path
  • Now Nico’s imagined for years what his soulmate will be like, stayed awake for hours just running this moment through his head. He’s thought of easily a hundred different men (and some women, just in case he’s wrong about himself) all of different shapes and sizes, ages, races, personalities, endless possibilities of his soulmate since the age of ten. 
  • the words on his wrist have been present for his entire life and he’s spent hours on hours trying to decipher their meaning, coming to the conclusion over and over again that he was doomed to fall in love with a straight guy. 
  • which is fine he thinks, platonic soulmates are a thing and they’re no less important than romantic ones but he can’t help but feel a little discouraged that he’ll never experience the kind of love he longs for
  • what he doesn’t count on is the words “God, she’s gorgeous!” to be about a larger than life black mastiff
  • the fallen boy is on his knees now (;P) cooing at Mrs. O’Leary and running his large hands through her shaggy coat. he’s more than a little jealous. his fingers fly to his right wrist and he holds it while the blond adresses him again
  • “She’s a girl right? Sorry if I’m wrong, she’s just so beautiful. oh! yes you are you beautiful thing you! you have no idea how gorgeous you are!” 
  • “Careful with the hands. She bites if you get too close to her scar.”
  • Nico bites his lip as he watches for any sign of recognition, that his words are printed on this guy’s arm, that there’s just a slight chance he could be meeting his one true love here in this park, all because he can’t keep his eyes in front of him. There isn’t a sign, only a brightening in the guy’s blue eyes when he asks
  • “Is she yours?”
  • “Nah, I’m dog sitting while my boss is away on business.”
  • “That’s a shame. I love dogs.”
  • Nico reminds himself to breath when the guy stands and extends a hand toward him. He takes it easily and is surprised by the strength of the man’s grip. 
  • “Jason Grace,” he greets, his gaze unwavering. 
  • “Nico di Angelo,” Nico replies, itching to press his fingers to Jason’s wrist, to find out if this is it, if this is him, the him he’s been waiting for ever since he was four and his mother patiently explained the concept of soulmates and true love and that special someone that he might have to wait a good while to meet.
  • But jason beats him too it, keeping his grip on his hand as he twists Nico’s wrist gently, just enough to see the words he’d spoken earlier pressed into ‘nico’s skin in elegant script. 
  • “Nico di Angelo,” he repeats, fingers brushing over the dark ink, “I’ve been looking for you for a long, long time.”
Epilogue

Epilogue of Business Trip

Dean x Reader (Main) - Cas x Reader (Side)

AU Where you work for a traveling magazine. You have everything: The job, the guy, the friends. But when your boss offers you traveling around the world to write an article, will you be able to stand those green eyes you hate?

Words: 1400

Warnings: idk really

Catch up with the Business Trip Masterlist

A/N: This is it. It’s been a hell of a ride and I’m so sad it’s ending but so happy it happened. Thank you for reading and giving me the feedback that encouraged me to go on with this series. Thank you forever, guys, I owe you big.

Feedback is super appreciated! Enjoy xx

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Dean’s alarm went off exactly at 6 AM. Time for work.

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anonymous asked:

prompt: sara and len dated but break up and still like each other but don't admit it (and they work together) can be an au or not, your choice. i love you fanfics!

This is pure flangst, and full of tropes. Featuring drunk!Sara, injured!Sara, snarky!len, bumbling precious cinnamon roll Ray and good old Mick. Enjoy :D


“You don’t have to say anything else, buddy. I’m going to hug you now.” That’s his boss Raymond’s reaction when he casually mentions he and Sara broke up.

“I’m going to shoot you now,” Leonard warns, annoyed.

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I worked in a small but expensive Chinese restaurant in rich & old town, Naples fl. Well the first story I have is about my boss who owns the business. I was a hostess and I would also bust tables and occasionally help with drinks and food as well as taking reservations and scheduling layout of tables. We only had so many booths and they were the most popular. If you wanted a booth, you would request on for reservations. One night it was extremely busy and I had a group of four people asking for the booth, but I had it reserved for a party who was supposed to be there in 5 minutes. My boss comes over as I’m trying to work out a table for these people and she sits them in the booth. Five minutes later, the customers who requested the booth show up and complain that there isn’t a booth and I tried to explain what happened and they were angry and asked to see my manager. So my boss comes over, checks out the problem and WHILE the man is speaking to her and complaining about their situation, she checks her phone and walks away. I apologized greatly and they left the restaurant.

There were so many pissy costumers there it was terrible but one night a table of 13 older women come in early, just after 5pm. They were incredibly sweet and just happy talkers. The bartender helped them at first since they were placed near the bar. The waiter was a 21 yr old who was just trying to get through college and near the end of their meal, I was helping him bust a table outside when he says to me that their bill came to $500. I was amazed and we joked about the tip and I was like “what if they gave you 100% tip?” And he was like I would kiss their feet. Not 15 minutes later in the back he gets face to face with me and goes “You’re not gonna believe it” and I was like “try me”
They gave him $200 on the card and $300 cash as well as a tip directly to the bartender. Those are the best people ever

Top Dogs

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A parking lot, london, midnight. 

His boss had grown tired of those little, dangerous deals. It was often weapons against money, sometimes drugs, sometimes information but those deals happened more and more often, offering a good and quick chance to remain financially stable over a long time. 

Trading partners were the usual shady men. Guys wearing masks, black hoodies, tears tattooed under their eyes. Sebastian had seen them all - white guys, black guys, sometimes he even recognized them from earlier deals.

For tonight’s deal he was supposed to be extra careful, though. Moriarty had told him that the guy he would meet was a real something, someone he should rather not mess with. But oh, didn’t Jim know him well enough to be aware that Sebastian could never deny a chance to mess with others?

When he left his car to lean against it he soon realized that the man who approached him was rather disappointed to see him. He was tall, lean, very well dressed and walking along with an umbrella. Moran had never seen this man before.

“Expecting someone else instead of me, don’t ya?” he said with a cocky smile, pushing himself away from the car. “Sorry. My boss is a busy guy.”

The Supreme Court just issued a ruling that will take birth control out of the hands of women who need it. Their decision gives employers the power to deny women the new birth control benefits of the Affordable Care Act — allowing bosses to force their personal beliefs on employees.

This isn’t over. We’re not going to let a handful of extreme bosses and politicians turn back the clock — we’re moving forward, not backward, and we’re not done fighting for women’s access to birth control.