Scumbag Aunt ripped off my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business and had the IRS financially ruin her.
This is going to be long, so TL; DR; Aunt screwed over my Grandma for years, I put my nose in her business, got parents wise on the fraud and eventually reported her to the IRS. The long dick of the IRS bankrupted her and her husband and now they are destitute and too old to work.
This happened about 5 years ago. My Grandma was getting old, late 80s/early 90s. She had one wish, to not die in a senior home. Easily done as my Grandpa sold some assets way back when, then invested the money and let it ride for 30+ years; he never touched it and collected a pension.
Way back when my Grandpa died, (about 10 years before this), my Grandma appointed my dad, this shitty aunt and my uncle as the Trustees of the trust. Basically the trusted advisors for her and her care for the foreseeable future. All was well in the beginning, then my dad (Willy) moved further away and couldn’t take care of the day to day upkeep as the Trustee and to see that my grandma was ok. My aunt (Rebecca) told her that she and my uncle (Fred, who lived in Arizona) could take over and all would be fine. It was fine for a while.
Your fics are my favourite!! I re-read First We Feast like every other month, and I really enjoyed the drabbles you recently posted! Hope you have lots of fun and rest on your vacation :) Not a fic request (itd be awesome no lie but not if you dont want!) but i have this au idea of lone victor!peeta about to be prostituted in the capitol and haymitch offers to pay katniss to take his virginity first but shes still a virgin too and etc. and I just wanted to tell you haha love you stay awesome :)
Rush is a Canadian rock band composed of Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson and Neil Peart. The band formed in 1968 and went through
several reconfigurations between then and 1974. Rush is known for its musicianship, complex compositions, and eclectic lyrical motifs drawing heavily on science fiction, fantasy, and philosophy. The band’s musical style has changed several times over the years, from a blues-inspired hard rock beginning, later moving into progressive rock,
and including a period marked by heavy use of synthesizers. In the
early 1990s, Rush returned to a guitar-driven hard rock sound, which has
continued to the present. (x)
Genre/Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst. Smut, Hybrid!au Panther!Jimin
Summary: You werelooking for a change in your life and all he wanted was a clean slate. A new Start someplace where even if it were for a brief moment in time he could feel human.
(credit to original owner of gif)
My feet hurt. My feet really hurt. Like holy shit someone please cut off my feet it’ll be less painful.
These were your thoughts as you made what felt like the millionth trip around your office for different little jobs. You wanted to be a vet, your mother was one and you were desperate to follow in her footsteps life didn’t always through opportunities your way. So you kept Vet school to the back of your mind, more focussed on living life than living a dream.
“You look very beautiful today, Y/N.” He said, smiling at me. That smile, that sweet, beautiful smile, that never failed to get my heart racing. I couldn’t muster up a reply, so I smiled back at him instead. I reached up & kissed at his check, making a small giggle erupt from him.
He threw his arm over my shoulder & walked me down the front steps of my house. He was warm & he smelled of hot chocolate & peppermint. I guess it’s normal considering it’s Christmas time, but still I loved it nonetheless. Then again, I love everything about him. His warm & loving persona, his kind heart, his beautiful smile & everything else that came with.
He’s certainly a full package. It didn’t take much for him to win me over, but I was still slightly cautious anyways. I didn’t want to rush things or go too fast. Here we are, having been together for 3 months, & we haven’t even had our first kiss yet. I just wanted to wait until I was sure, and well now I am. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but how could I even approach it?
“Y/N, are you alright?” he said, suddenly snapping me from my thoughts.
“Y-Yeah Mark, I’m fine, why?” I said, looking up at him.
“Well you just kind of seemed off, so I was just making sure.” he said, giving me another one of his sweet smiles.
I caressed his cheek & smiled back. He grabbed my hand in his own & opened the door to the familiar coffee shop, the hot air blowing amongst out faces as we trudged inside from the cold winter air. He slowly let go of my hand, taking his place in line for our coffee while I walked towards the large booth in the back. I sat down & pulled off my black gloves and rubbed my cold hands, looking around at the old paintings on the soft, faded light pink walls.
Mark reached around me with both of our cups, nearly scaring the pants off of me. I could hear his giggle erupt from behind me, laughing at my reaction. I reached back & playfully slapped his chest, to which he grabbed my hand. He walked around me & sat across from me, still holding my hand. He used his free hand to hold onto his cup & sip his drink, as I did the same. We sat in comfortable silence, until I felt his eyes locked onto me. I looked up & sure enough, he was staring.
“Mark?” I asked, wondering why he was staring. I repeated his name a few times until I finally got a “Huh, what?”, whilst he was blinking rapidly.
“Why are you staring at me?” I questioned him, eyebrows raised.
“Oh it’s just that you have a little, uh, something right-right there.” he pointed towards the right corner of my mouth. I sat down my cup & reached up to wipe my lip when he grabbed my wrist with his other hand. I looked up towards him, slightly shocked, as he leaned over the table & softly planted his lips against mine.
“I got it.” he said, smiling in content. He looked over my expression, trying to see if he had maybe made a mistake, if he had rushed me. The dark blush on my face, trailed with a huge grin, was enough evidence to prove that I was happy with his decision though. This only made his smile wider, as he still held onto my hands.
“So, now that I’ve stolen your first kiss, I think I just might have to be your last.” he said, smirk tugging at his soft lips.
“I think I’d like that.” I said, reaching over with a dab of creme on my finger, wiping it on his cheek.
I was supposed to work on CSBB today. I did this instead. Blame the show writers and Captain Swan when I miss this weekend’s CSBB check-in, but I had to get this out of my system. Sorry if it’s a little slapdash, LOL.
A quick and dirty missing scene from 6.18. (Canon Compliant. Plain Smut. Rated M.)
Emma shuttles her mother out the door, promising to meet up with
the troops at the sheriffs’ station shortly.
Snow totes her ominously-large wedding planner – as great a harbinger of
future suffering as any magical artifact Emma’s ever encountered – down the
porch steps, and Emma waits until she’s halfway to the sidewalk before shutting
the door and turning the bolt (for all the good that does).
Breakfast long forgotten, she flies up the stairs to the
bedroom to suit up for another day of dealing with the Black Fairy’s
machinations. Pulling clean
underthings from her dresser drawer, she catches her reflection in the bedroom
mirror. She pauses at the sight of her mussed
hair, biting her lip at both the memory of how it got that way and the
realization that she definitely needs to see the inside of a shower before they
get going – to the wash away the evidence, as it were. Her eyes dart to the closed bathroom door. The sound of running water coming from within
reminds her that their shower is currently occupied and she has to wait until Killian
vacates it or use the bathroom down the hall.
And then Option C hits her.
Summary: After hearing a baby crying and a man’s desperate attempts to calm his child, you push your way into Aaron Burr’s life, helping him with Theodosia. Along the way you end up developing feelings towards Aaron.
Warnings: None really, I mean there are mentions of death, but that’s it.
Time Period: Hamiltime
Words: 2450 (sorry…)
A/N: Hello! So first off thank you so much for all of your support, it’s something I thought I’d only dream of. Next, I know that the GIF has nothing to do with the story, it was the only good one I could find. Finally, while I’m excited to post this story, since I don’t see many Aaron x Reader stories, I’m a bit nervous that it won’t be the best. So I apologize, but I hope you enjoy anyway. Have a wonderful day!
You walked down the crowded streets of town, your arm interlocked with your best friend’s, Peggy Schuyler. The two of you were enjoying the freedom of not being involved in a revolution anymore, you were free to go where you pleased and when. Although you were slightly older than Peggy, you still enjoyed her company and the gossip you shared. Today for example, the two of you were discussing couples that had blossomed throughout the war and how they were doing.
“How are Eliza and Alexander doing?” you inquired.
“They are doing well.” Peggy answered. Suddenly, she gasped as if remembering something and turned to you. “I forget to mention this to you before now, but Eliza’s expecting. I’m going to be an aunt!” she squealed.
A wide smile spread across your face as your watched your friend. She was genuinely joyful and ready to become ‘Aunt Peggy.’ Casual conversation flowed between you as you continued down the street, headed towards a small, outdoor café.
Before you could take a seat, you heard the unmistakable sound of a baby crying. Following the cry, you heard what sounded like a man trying to soothe his child. Unfortunately for him, and many people around him, the baby was not settling down anytime soon.
You tried to look around and see where the noise was coming from, and soon discovered that the man with the child was Aaron Burr. That would make sense, considering you had heard his daughter had been born many months ago. Theodosia?
Peggy leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “His wife died just a few days after the birth of their daughter. Complications during the birth.”
“That’s terrible.” you whispered back.
A sense of sorrow filled you as you stared upon the scene that laid before you. While you did not of any children of your own, you could imagine how terrible it would be to have to raise a daughter all alone. That scene struck close to home for you because that was how you were raised. Although, unlike Theodosia, your mother had died when you were two, due to illness.
You knew what you had to do, so you left Peggy’s side, and slowly made your way over to Aaron Burr. Once you reached your destination, you stood awkwardly in front of him to. When he didn’t notice you, you cleared your throat. Instantly, he looked up at you, confusion and desperation swirling in his eyes.
“Can I help you?” he asked, in a somewhat rushed manner.
“Um, I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Burr, but would you like some help?” you asked, gently, pointing to the baby girl that laid in his arms.
At once, he started nodding and you took the seat next to him, arms out, waiting to hold his daughter. After gently placing her in your arms, you supported her head, and began to rock her back and forth.
“Theodosia, right?” you questioned, making sure you had her name correct.
“Yes.” he confirmed, watching you carefully.
“Shhh, shhh Theodosia. It’s alright. What’s wrong?” you talked to the baby, looking down at her precious face. You remembered that Aaron had just been feeding her, so you lifted her up and rested her chest against your shoulder. You began to pat her back and repeated this action until a small ‘burb’ was heard from Theodosia.
You then began to cradle her once more and rocked her back and forth until her eyes began to close, and she drifted off into sleep. Smiling, you looked up and saw that Aaron was staring at you rather intently.
“H-how did you that?” he asked, loudly at first, but then softer when he remembered his daughter was sleeping.
“There’s nothing to it. You just have to make sure you try multiple tactics to quiet her, you’ll never know exactly why a baby is crying.” you explained.
He nodded slowly to show his understanding and gazed down at his daughter. You watched his eyes as he did so and saw how much love her held in his heart for Theodosia. She may not have a mother, but her father would certainly love her enough.
Once you realized you had probably been holding Theodosia for far too long, you handed her back to Aaron and helped him to readjust her, carefully so she could still sleep.
“Thank you so much…” Aaron began, but trails off near the end. He let out a quiet laugh and spoke once more. “I realized I never caught the name of the lovely women who taught be how to quiet my own daughter.”
You smiled at him and also let out a small laugh before answering. “My name is (y/n) (y/l/n).”
“(y/n).” he said, trying out how it sounded to his ears. “Well thank you for your help, (y/n). You have a very motherly instinct” he complimented, smiling softly.
“Of course, it was my pleasure. Now, I must be going, I’m sure my friend will be wondering what’s keeping me.” you explained, although part of you did not want to leave.
Aaron’s smile dropped the tiniest bit, but nodded his head and let you walk away. Before you were even ten feet away from his table, you heard a shout. “Wait.”
Turning back around, you saw Aaron Burr stand up, Theodosia still sleeping in his arms, and walked towards you. “I am so terribly sorry to ask this of you, but do you think you could help me out with Theodosia again tomorrow? I have a meeting with Congress, but it would only be for a few hours.” Aaron went on, trying to convince you to help him.
With a smile on your face, you rested your hand on Aaron’s, which immediately stopped his talking. “Of course, I will help out, I would love to. And please do not feel ashamed to ask that of me, Mr. Burr.” you assured him.
A grateful smile spread across his face, and he would have hugged you right then, if his arms weren’t already occupied. “Thank you so much. Oh, and you don’t have to call me Mr. Burr. Please, call me Aaron.” he replied.
Nodding, you made arrangements of when to arrive at his house the next day. Once that had been done, you curtsied to say goodbye, and walked away back to Peggy. You explained what had happened, and ignored the remarks Peggy insisted on making that this was the start of your love story with Mr. Burr.
Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.
Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics
A/N: weeeey i’m back with part 2, i hope y’all enjoy it! thank you soooo much for the response on the last part, i’m literally blown away and kind of overwhelmed and so grateful. y’all are just amazing. let me know what you think of this part and what you think might happen next!
Bucky comes to your office on Thursday and walks you to a Japanese place in Manhattan for lunch. He’s endearingly awkward at first, watching his feet on the pavement rather than you, but eventually he asks about your day at work and you launch into an overly detailed story that eases the tension and even gets Bucky smiling by the time you arrive.
“-and anyway, I was just like, you really think you’re gonna break in here with a power drill? I was kind of offended, but the guy ended up crying so- oh, we’re here?”
Bucky stops outside a restaurant squeezed between a dry cleaners and a pawn shop, so narrow you wonder how his massive shoulders are going to fit through. He smiles softly at you and nods, pressing open the door with a big palm that has the rest of your story dying in your throat, mouth suddenly very dry.
Let’s examine this frame by frame. Luckily there aren’t too many frames to examine because Big Hit doesn’t love us enough isn’t gonna spring for that 60fps 😂😂😂
We can see quite clearly that the arm he’s clutching in pain is not the arm that hit the debris, which is probably just a leaf or some lint. Furthermore, he started reaching for his forearm before he even hit the floor, as if he was anticipating a large amount of pain in that specific spot. He didn’t reach for any other part of his body that hit the floor and only focused on that spot.
The wound was already there, falling just caused him to rupture the stitches
Now he’s putting pressure on it because he has to minimize the bleeding. Once he gets the bleeding somewhat under control he rushes off to the bathroom to wash off all the blood, which is the next scene we see for him.
A continuation from my Gency’s Valentines series. Best if read along with the rest of the story but not required.
Luscious Lovers [NSFW]
The angel stepped back and stood next to the bed, a sultry smirk on her lips as she calmly met the eyes of the man standing in front of her. Angela had a hazy yet seductive gaze in her eyes, her breaths heated and heavy in anticipation for what was to come next. Once the door had closed behind the cyborg whom she had successfully seduced into her room, his eyes seemed to light up as his gaze travel over her alluring body. The dress that she so daringly dropped to the ground, the one which laid in a neat circular shape on the ground with the open center indicative of where her body had once been, in the way of the cyborg. However, he was considerate enough to step past it, even if it meant walking a small circle around it as to not trample over it in his blind path. While this was a much less direct route than stepping over and past the cloth, he seemed to not have wanted to break his gaze from her.
((Sorry I tried to remember anyone who has been kind to me or encouraged me, or someone I may reblog stuff from often, along with the people that sent me the <3 as asked from the other post. If i forgot you it’s not because I don’t like you…just an oversight on my part. Happy Valentines Day!))-Destiny
Description: The reader is a famous model who was invited to attend a fashion show in Korea. The reader gets lost while exploring the city and she stumbles upon Jungkook, who immediately recognizes her. She asks for help with her broken Korean and he gives her directions. Later on that week at the fashion show, her and Jungkook meet again.
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader
Word Count: 2165
“Can I get a scenario where you’re a famous model who went to Korea for a fashion show but you went out and got lost on your way back to the hotel then you stumble across Jungkook who you recognize (and he recognizes you) & you ask for help in broken Korean that you learned from variety shows you watch. He gives you directions. Then BTS goes to the same fashion show backstage since they’re going to perform and you call out to him to thank him again. Sorry if its too specific haha”
Author’s Note: I’ve never been on an airplane before so I don’t know all the procedures that you have to go though, especially if you fly internationally. I had to do some research so hopefully it’s somewhat accurate. Thank you!
Rushing out of my apartment complex, I was greeted by the bustling city of New York. Stepping slightly off the sidewalk and onto the street, I stuck my arm out to hail a taxi. Noticing that one was going to pull over for me, I backed up onto the sidewalk and waited patiently. The driver got out and began to assist me with my luggage. After my luggage was safely put away into the trunk, the driver held the door open for me so I could get into the back of the taxi. Climbing back into the front seat, he questioned, “Where to, miss?” After giving him the address to the LaGuardia Airport that was located in Queens, New York, we were on our way.
Can you do please a story where the reader is Harry's new neighbour. They bump into each other on a night stroll and start bickering and from then on they have a neighbour from hell relationship. One night she notices a strange figure outside his home and she investigates and is slashed with a small knife on her arm but scares the weird stalker off and Harry realises what happened and escorts her inside, with fluff etc. :)
One of the perks of having gone to school for so many years to have the career you did now was that you got paid, well. And an inheritance of more money than you knew what to do with led you to buying a beautiful house in a beautiful neighborhood, and you’d never felt more like an adult as you wandered around your large home the first night after moving in. You hadn’t met any neighbors yet but the internet had only good things to say about the neighborhood and its residents, so you weren’t too worried.
It was the next day, upon arriving back to your house after work, that you first noticed the swarm of grown men holding large cameras, seemingly hiding behind some trees and bushes across from the house next to you. Parking your car in your driveway and making your way towards your front door, you heard them starting to yell.
“Ay miss, you seen Harry yet today? Know if he’s home?” they asked as you turned around to see that they seemed to be asking you.
“What? I don’t know who Harry is, Harry who..?” you trailed off as they were no longer paying attention to you but were now rushing towards the house next to yours as a fashionably dressed and very attractive, somewhat familiar looking man rushed to his car, trying to avoid the paparazzi.
“Harry! Come on man, talk to us just for a minute!”
They surrounded his car, but he wasn’t having it. A polite smile and a nod, and he maneuvered out of the drive and onto the road. The men all grumbled, putting the cameras down and starting to walk away.
“Harry Styles, lady!” one of them yelled over at you, as you were still stood on your doorstep. Oh yeah, you’d heard of him. Great. Now you had a bunch of middle-aged men with cameras to look forward to seeing every day around your house. Great.
About a week later, you decided to take a late night stroll around the block just to get some fresh air and check out the neighborhood. Your head was down as you noticed a message flash across your phone screen, so you didn’t notice the person on the sidewalk walking towards you who was doing the same thing.
“Mmph” Harry mumbled when the two of you ran into each other, as you looked up to see the pop star standing right in front of you, the one who was the cause of all the frenzy always around your house.
“Would’ve thought the paparazzi would be behind that tree or something and tell you to watch where you’re going,” you told him, not thrilled about bumping into your neighbor.
“Yeah I mean I can’t really control where the paparazzi are, there’s not much I can do,” he responded. You rolled your eyes, not impressed by his attitude. “I mean, and I lived here first so…”
Oh, so he was going to play it like that.
“Really? Alright if that’s the kind of relationship you want with your neighbors, good luck buddy,” you told him.
“I didn’t say anything about wanting to have any kind of relationship with my neighbor,” he retorted. Both of you had your eyes slightly squinted as you looked at each other. You’d both had long days and were overly tired and in a bad mood, and were definitely starting off on the wrong foot.
You snorted at his comment, clearly not amused.
“Whatever,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes again and starting to walk away as he did the same. Perfect, you thought to yourself, disappointed that this was the guy you’d have to deal with for as long as you both lived there.
Weeks had gone by since this first interaction between you and Harry, and things had only gone downhill between the two of you. Blasting music and blindingly bright outdoor lights, the two of you tried to be as obnoxious as possible in response to obnoxious things you would each do, and the cycle kept repeating.
On this night in particular, you were reclined in your living room, watching a movie and occasionally glancing out your window to see if the paparazzi from earlier had shown up again.
About halfway into your movie, upon glancing out the window to look towards Harry’s house, you noticed a single figure close to the front of his house. That was odd, because there were usually at least two or three of the men together, and they usually didn’t walk along the side of his house like that.
Starting to feel anxious and bored of the movie anyway, you decided to make your way outside to investigate. You were always bad about suppressing your curiosity; you told yourself you were just going out for the fresh air this time.
Quietly walking from your driveway to the sidewalk in the direction of Harry’s house, you froze when you saw that the figure was now stood directly facing you. Clearing your throat, you took another step forward, slowly, deciding to just walk past and then turn back at the next corner. However, the figure was now moving towards you, and you started walking faster as it made its way closer to you.
Next thing you knew, you saw a knife coming towards you and you let out a blood-curling scream, but not before the blade slashed across your arm. Your scream must have scared the person though, for they started running away, leaving you on the sidewalk in front of Harry’s house as the blood dripped from your arm. Too shocked to even cry, you stood frozen as Harry opened his door and came running out to you, his eyes wide and concern written all over his face.
“Y/N! What happened, what did they do??” He asked you frantically, taking in the sight of your bloody arm. He’d just seen the running figure turn the corner when he started running towards you.
“Cut my arm, they had a knife. Dunno who it was,” you told him quietly, unable to fully process what was happening.
“Oh God, okay. Come here, let’s clean that up,” he told you softly, placing his hand gently on the small of your back and leading you into his house before immediately closing and locking the door.
“Come on, it’s okay,” he assured you as he grabbed your hand and led you into the large bathroom off of the hallway.
“Okay, I have that bandage wrap stuff, and we should probably clean it off first… this might sting, I’m sorry please just bare with me.” He looked into your eyes, and you could see in them that he was terrified despite the small smile that had now formed on his lips as he tried to comfort you.
Gently, more gentle than you thought a tall and clumsy-looking guy like him could be, Harry rinsed your arm, shushing you and stroking your hair when you moaned at the stinging. He then wrapped up your arm, so carefully, and led you back out into his living room.
“Please sit down, I’ll get you some water,” he smiled at you as he went into the kitchen.
You were finally starting to realize what had happened and that you were now sitting in Harry’s house, the house of the guy who had pissed you off so much since you’d first met. But now he seemed so sweet and caring, and you were so surprised.
“Here you go.” Harry set down the glass on the small table next to the couch and sat down next to you.
“I’m so sorry this happened. You can stay here for the night, you know if you don’t feel safe or something…” The way he was looking at you made you feel already safer and more secure.
“I, um, yeah thank you. Thanks for doing all this, it was really nice of you,” you responded, gesturing to your arm that was now covered in gauze.
“Of course.” He smiled at you again, and this time you smiled back.
“So, I can just put on the tv if you want, maybe get your mind off of it for now?” Harry asked, but he was already reaching for the remote and beginning to flip through the channels before stopping on something on the Food Network. “I guess I’ll leave you alone now if you want,” he told you, though he made no move to leave.
You looked at him, biting your lip. “Um, do you think you could sit here with me just for a little longer?” you asked him timidly, unsure of where the two of you stood now after all that.
The flicker of joy that flashed across Harry’s face didn’t go unnoticed as you waited for a response. “Of course, yeah,” he smiled at you, before settling back into the sofa as you did the same.
And you hadn’t realized how exhausted you were until now as you lounged on the soft cushion, eyelids beginning to close.
It had felt like only a few minutes had passed when you woke up, your head resting on Harry’s shoulder. His breathing was deep and slow, and you lifted your head slightly to see that his eyes were closed. A small smile formed on your face as you rested your head back down on his shoulder, cuddling in a little bit closer to him, feeling safer than ever.
He’s been a bit uppity during meetings lately, her stalwart Director of Magical Security. Nothing horrible - just a questioning remark here, a sharp and unconvinced look there. But people trusted Percival Graves. Trusted him as an honest and upright man. If he was discontent, obviously something was wrong. He wouldn’t lead them astray. He was moral and grounded. And he knew his place. Something had to be very wrong for him to feel the need to question her.