this is just like the other on but stupider some how

To Jungkook you’re just a girlfriend. - pt.3 End

[pt.1] [p.2] [pt.3 End]

Originally posted by jkguks

It’s taking me a long time to get over him two months and three days to be exact, and right now I’m still hung up over the fact that our relationship ended so badly. After we had argued that night, I actually wanted to apologise for being so jealous when we were both in the right states of minds and when we were both calm from the fire I’d started. But when Taehyung came over and told me all the things he’d witnessed, I felt so stupid. Stupid for trusting him, for wanting to apologise for not accepting a mere friendship of his with another girl. Stupid because I still love him, I know he didn’t kiss her and that to some degree isn’t ‘cheating’ per se, but if I hadn’t sent him that message, if I hadn’t been the one to distract him, would he have stopped by himself? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that the answer was always going to be a no. Jungkook was never the type to check his phone straight away when it buzzed, so he must’ve glanced and saw my name and when he saw my name he remembered that he does still have a girlfriend, one he was about to cheat on. He wanted to kiss her and he wasn’t going to stop, and he must have wanted to; so to me that is still cheating. So I don’t get why I still love him. I honestly couldn’t thank Tae enough for telling me the truth, he’s a good friend to both Jungkook and I. Even if it seems as though he betrayed him, it’s what a good friend should do and will do.

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I’ve Always Been Here [Peter Parker x Reader]

Summary: In which Peter ditches his best friend, [Y/N] for Liz Allan and popularity. 

Warnings: A swear or two

Word Count: 752

A/N: For the purpose of the storyline there is some Liza bashing in this fic. BUT I this in no way represents my feelings towards the character, as I love her. Enjoy!!


Originally posted by sddonald22

Ever since you were tiny, you and Peter Parker had been the closest of friends. Your days used to consist of you and him running around the playground, pretending to fly like Iron Man. Then you would sit on the swings and talk for hours about anything and everything. That was how it was from preschool until middle school. High School changed everything. Bonnie and Clyde were no more. Peter became distant, talked to you less and less everyday. But he was your only friend, you were dependent on him, so when he left, you were alone. You had tried to branch out, find new friends, but your reputation as the “awkward girl with social anxiety” didn’t get you anywhere.

So there you were, walking into the cafeteria, book in hand, prepared to spend another dull lunch period by yourself, reading. You sat at a table in the corner, and opened up your book, but something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. You turned your head cautiously, to find Peter and Liz Allan eating each others faces off, obviously not caring who watches. You felt an odd pang in your chest. You knew it was jealousy, the jealousy you tried so hard to repress. You see, as Peter became more distant with you, he grew closer to her. Your chest felt like it was going to explode, and you felt a lump grow in your throat. You grabbed your book and ran out of the classroom, oblivious to the one pair of eyes following your movement.

After school, you rushed home, your mood still sour from the day’s previous events. You opened the door and without looking up from the floor, slammed your bag on the ground and rushed to your room. You shut the door and locked it. Your knees gave out as you slid to the floor. You hid your faces in between your legs. You wouldn’t cry, you refused to. It was just a stupid guy, you knew you shouldn’t cry over a guy, yet a single tear fell down your cheek anyway.

“[Y/N]?” a soft voice said. Your head snapped up, and you quickly wiped your tear away. You looked towards your open window where the sound was coming from, and your eyes widened as you saw who was there.

“Peter?” Your ‘best-friend’ climbed into you room and gently shut the window. You couldn’t hide the happiness you felt. He was here. But he hadn’t been here in so long, it felt weird seeing him next to the posters on your wall. A sight once so familiar had become a stranger to you. All you saw was red as you went over to him and started smacking his chest. He took it, allowing you to release everything inside you. You stopped hitting him, and looked him dead in the eye.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You spat.

“I know that you’re angry-”

“Angry?! Oh I’m much more than angry, Parker.”

“Just listen-”

“You left me!” His shoulders tensed, and he looked at the floor, trying to hide the guilt in his eyes. “But I guess I can’t blame you right? I’m just me.”

“It wasn’t about you.”

“Oh that’s right. It’s all about Liz Allan! How stereotypical of you to ditch me and start slummin’ it with the prettiest, smartest, and most popular girl in school.”

“She was there for me when no one else was!”

Silence. Your eyes welled up with tears as you stared at the stranger in front of you. He even looked different. No more dorky sweaters and science pun t-shirts. Now it was button ups and slick backed hair.

“Bullshit! I was always there for you! You decided to leave, don’t blame me!” You screamed, your voice breaking, and tears sliding down your cheeks freely. Peter shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

“You were never there for me,” he said.

“I was always there,” you whispered. “Why couldn’t you see me? Why can you still not see me? I would go to the moon and back for you, still. Even after all of this shit.”

He didn’t answer.

“Leave,” you said firmly. All the emotion inside you had left. No more anger, no more sadness, it was just a pit of emptiness.

“[Y/N]-”

“Leave.”

“Fine,” he spat. Then he whipped around and climbed out your window. Your knees gave out and you slid to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. You knew you had lost him forever.

Friend Zone - 2

Summary:

You had had a crush on your best friend for as long as you could remember, there was definitely no doubt about that. He never saw you that way and it was best that you came to terms with that. It didn’t help when he got a girlfriend and you were forced to get rid of your feelings. It didn’t help at all.

Originally posted by yccnseok

Genre: Angst

Admin: Nova

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings:

Extremely triggering, mentions of suicide, suicide attempts, mentions of rape, small rape section.
Please be aware I don’t want this to be extremely triggering but I will have a part of that and I hope it is still readable to others.
I want my stories to be real without sugar coating anything but I will try my best to minimize it if possible.

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After hanging out with everyone you sat at the dining table in your apartment. Alone. Jungkook had dropped off Yuna and was going to come back after. For at least an hour you sat by yourself drinking tea.

You were honestly thankful for the time you got to spend alone, it allowed you to think about everything. You realized after some time in your thoughts that being jealous and mad wasn’t going to get you anywhere. You knew Jungkook didn’t feel the same way so why were you going to act childish over something you couldn’t get?

You decided that the best and most adult thing to do would to get over your feelings and support Jungkook the best you could.

Interrupting your thoughts the door opened and in walked Jungkook. You gave him a warm smile and brought your warm cup of tea closer to you.

“Welcome home.”

“Hey Y/n.” Jungkook greeted and took a seat at the dining table across from you. “Can we talk?”

You started to get anxious. You weren’t necessarily nervous about anything but you hated when people made you wait in anticipation for what was to come next. You nodded your head and urged him to continue speaking.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Yuna.” He sighed, a hint of guilt in his voice.

“Kookie don’t be sorry it’s fine, you could have told me whenever you were ready.” You waved off.

“Yeah but I’m more sorry about not telling her about you. You are my best friend after all.”

“Well why didn’t you?” You asked curiously staring down at the dark liquid remaining in your cup.

“I thought she would be jealous or something, or get the wrong idea.” He explained fiddling with his fingers. Your heart ached but you tried pushing the feeling away. You stood up and wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s shoulders resting your head atop of his.

“It’s all fine don’t worry about it. Just promise me one thing.”

“What?”

“You don’t forget about me and tell me ahead of time if she comes over, I’m not into third wheeling.”

Jungkook chuckled, turning around and wrapping his arms around you. “I promise, and I could never forget you Y/n, you’re the best.”

“I know.” You sighed.


The next week carried on as usual. You went to your classes and either came home to study or hung out with Tae and Jimin who had a similar schedule to yours and offered to hang out often. Jungkook usually hung out with you as well but he was spending most of his time with Yuna and you didn’t mind.

That was all until Friday rolled around and the entire group was invited to a party and to your dismay, you had to tag along.

You didn’t mind parties but the effort you had to put in into going was always tiring.

You sat on your living room couch waiting impatiently for Jungkook. To many theories or assumptions that women took longer to get ready it was all a lie when it came to Jungkook. What usually took you 30 minutes to get ready took him and hour and a half.

“Kookie I’m waiting!” You yelled out.

“I’m almost ready!”

You knew he was probably struggling to find a shirt to wear for the important occasion. You felt your clothes were casual yet appropriate. You dressed and a black skirt, a black and white striped tee and a plain black bomber jacket paired with black booties. You felt your outfit also showed your mood.

“Okay okay Y/n, I chose this but i’m not sure if I should just wear a white shirt instead and keep it simple.” You groaned in response looking at him. He wore his timberlands, jeans, a flannel wrapped around his waist with a black shirt and a jacket. It was cute and casual so you didn’t see the problem.

“No that looks fine keep it. Why are you making a big deal on what you wear?” You asked standing up and walking towards him.

“I want to impress Yuna, she’s coming too.” You nodded.

“Cool, is she meeting us or..?”

“We’re gonna pick her up is that alright?” He asked walking towards the front door and grabbing his keys. You and Jungkook usually rode to parties together but you didn’t mind Yuna tagging along, as long as you weren’t the one that had to stay sober.

“That’s fine, are you gonna drink?”

“Nah, not tonight.”

You clapped your hands “Yes, let’s go.”


You two arrived at Yuna’s apartment. You got into the back seat and Jungkook went to bring back Yuna. You waited patiently texting Taehyung back and forth notifying him that you all were on your way and he only responded with impatient replies.

The car door opened and Yuna sat in the passenger seat while Jungkook got into the driver’s seat.

“Hello.” You greeted towards Yuna. Either she didn’t hear you or chose to ignore you because she immediately asked Jungkook, “So who’s party is this?”

You and Jungkook made eye contact in the mirror, you raised a knowingly brow and he only shrugged.

“One of Namjoon’s friends I think, we never really know we just go.” Jungkook replied beginning to drive off. Jungkook and Yuna continued to talk while you zoned out looking at the buildings that passed by on your way. You hadn’t noticed you arrived until the car turned off and Jungkook opened your door because it was the closest. You mumbled a thanks and saw the yuna was still seated and waited for Jungkook to go around and open hers as well. You rolled your eyes, not liking Jungkook was seeming easier than liking her.

“Yuna, this is Y/n you met last week.” Jungkook introduced once you walked around the car towards the couple.

Yuna smiled and you smiled right back before setting off into the house.

The music could be heard from down the street but this was a party neighborhood so you doubted anyone would mind.

You walked into the crowded house, your body clashing with others as you desperately tried to make your way through. Jungkook held Yuna close to him and tried his best to stay close to you as you all tried to maneuver your way through the crowd and towards an empty spot where you could search for the other boys.

Almost out of nowhere your shoulder was roughly grabbed. Your fists were balled ready to strike before you saw Hoseok smiling back at you with a heart shaped smile. You relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.

“You scared the crap out of me!” You yelled out, partly out of exasperation to get your point across, another part because the music was practically shaking the whole house making it hard to hear anyone even if they talked directly in your ear.

“I’m sorry!” Hoseok laughed wiping a nonexistent tear from the corner of his eye. “Come on, everyone is outside.” He motioned his hand towards Jungkook and Yuna to follow him before grabbing your hand interlocking it with his and directing you outside where your group of friends were. Once you all walked outside the music began to feel distant and everyone stood up to meet you all halfway.

“Glad you could make it Y/n it’s been awhile.” Jin hugged you.

“I literally saw you on campus this morning.” You laughed.

“Felt like ages ago.”

“You dork, if you want to see me more then I don’t know why you don’t come over.” You teased.

“Well maybe I will come over more!” Jin mocked and you only laughed playfully pushing him away.

“I want to see Y/n more too!” Namjoon yelled out looking at you in disbelief as if he was shocked he didn’t get an invitation.

“Me too, i’m hurt Y/n.” Yoongi intervened with a pained expression.

“Same here.” Hobi said with a pout.

“I would say ‘me too’ but I see Y/n everyday.” Jimin said smugly.

“Goodness I know i’m a blessing but no need to fight.” You put your hands up. You expected some sort of expression from everyone but they all looked at you blankly making you look stupid. You cleared your throat and rolled your eyes.

“You guys can sleep over tonight if you want.” Everyone erupted in cheers thanking you.

“Ah a group sleepover? Can’t wait we haven’t had on in awhile.” Jungkook jumped in. He caught you by surprise since he hadn’t spoken since you guys arrived.

“I call sleeping with Y/n! She gives the best cuddles.” Tae yelled grabbing you by the shoulders and bringing you into a tight hug as if to prove how cuddly you were.

“Junkookie-ah I have an exam tomorrow I can’t stay over.” Yuna whispered to jungkook but you were close enough to hear over the boys who started fighting over who was sleeping where. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggled at the fact that she thought she was invited. You then mentally scolded yourself for being mean, even if it was in your head.   

“Oh, well you can always come over another day.” Jungkook offered awkwardly.

“Well I want to hang out with your friends too.” You could hear her pout and you desperately tried to not get annoyed.

“This is what the party is for, c’mon let’s all go sit down and get a drink.” You thanked Jungkook in your head and followed them along with the rest of the guys to a fire pit that was in the farthest of the backyard and seemed almost closed off by bushes. Everyone took a seat and sat around the slowly growing fire grabbing bottles filled with alcohol.

The rest of the night was filled with laughter from all eight of you. Yuna however, seemed to be upset the whole night glaring at the fire and not talking to anyone. You dismissed this however and joked with the rest of the boys about meaningless things. You drank along with them and started to feel yourself getting a little more than tipsy. This was until Hoseok decided to have a chugging contest and you were determined to win just to see their shocked expressions when you were able to deal with your alcohol better than all of them combined.

“You’re in for a treat Min Yoongi.” You teased Yoongi, your last component. You had beat all five other boys who sulked in their chairs staring at you two. This excluded Jungkook who was going to drive everyone home later anyways.

“You think you can beat me?” He challenged with a smirk.

“I know I can beat you.” You smirked. You started to lose your sanity that would most likely tell you that you were done drinking for the night. Yoongi became two then back to one and you knew for sure you were drunk.

“Go!” Namjoon laughed and you both opened your beer bottles chugging as fast as you could. Was this dangerous to you? Yes. Everyone was too drunk to care and having too much fun to say anything. For a split second you felt everything shut down and turn back on causing you to choke on the alcohol. You spit it out in front of you violently coughing hearing Yoongi yelling in victory.

“Oh shit.” Jungkook whispered and ran up to you rubbing you back almost in reassurance.

“Fuck.” You croaked out, your throat hurting you. Jin walked up and handed you a water bottle with a light smile on his face. You quickly took the water and chugged it down feeling the cold substance sooth your dry throat.

“Hey do you not know by now you should probably stop chugging?” Jungkook scolded. You waved him off and sighed in relief when you could breathe again.

“I’m fine, yah.” Everyone started to burst out in laughter soon after you were okay.

“Not so tough are you, Y/n?” Taehyung raised a brow and laughed.

“Oh shut up.”

“Aish, let’s head out, I want to go to Y/n’s”

You didn’t even remember how you got home. Suddenly you were extremely drowsy and leaning against Hoseok as everyone was too concerned with their own conversations.

“Oh we’re home?” You spoke up and looked at everyone who either sat on the floor or on the couch. You sat in between Hoseok and Yoongi while Namjoon and Jungkook sat on the floor in front of you. Jimin Taehyung and Jin walked in with food looking like they were getting ready for a buffet. You felt queasy and looked away.

“Yeah you were passed out for awhile. You should really stop trying to beat everyone at that chugging game.” Jungkook laughed.

“I wanted to win.” You slurred.

“Let’s head to bed, I’m going to pass out soon.” Jimin sighed, standing up and stretching.

“What about the food?” Tae asked shocked. You giggled and threw your head back against the couch.

“Oh,” Jimin looked down and waved off everyone. “But i’m tired.”

“C’mon chim.” You stood up and motioned him over to you. He walked over and slung his arm over your shoulder. “The rest of you guys can figure out who’s sleeping in the guest bedroom.” The boys broke out into an argument, fighting over who was going to bunk in the only extra comfortable bed we had. Jimin led you into your own room and closed the door behind you both. You jumped into you large bed and snuggled into the pillows letting out a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get your jacket off and under the covers.” Jimin pulled at the jacket that hugged your body and was beginning to make you feel slightly uncomfortable. Once the jacket was off you slipped under the covers and sighed once more.

“Do you want to get into some pajamas?” He asked sitting on the bed beside you.

“No, I’m too tired.”

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“You didn’t seem that uncomfortable with Yuna and Jungkook today, is everything alright?”

“Well it was mostly because I was drunk, but I think I’m finally getting over him.” You sighed. “Now come here I’m cold.”

Jimin chuckled and got under the covers with you. He brought your body closer to his and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“That’s good. I’m proud of you.”

“I’m proud of me too.” You drifted off to sleep with Jungkook on your mind.

A/n: Okay so I know this chapter was kind of boring but bear with me! I wanted to get the story going before I added all the glory angst. The next chapter will contain angst and will be up soon!

the art of chasing ♔ billy hargrove [two]

concept: steve has a female best friend and billy has taken it upon himself to flirt with her just to piss steve off. that’s it. that’s the plot. [vol. 2]

a/n: holy moly, i did not expect so much feedback for this! i’m totally blown away by the response the first part got so soon and i’m so happy you guys are enjoying this so far, thank you for all the positivity! here is part two my lovelies xoxo

[part one]


kids were laughing in my classes

while i was scheming for the masses.

who do you think you are

dreamin’ ‘bout bein’ a big star?

#3

Annie was starting to see a pattern.

Ever since Billy gave her the orange at lunch she’d been keeping an eye on him. It surprised her just how true Steve’s words had been – “He’s fucking everywhere,” – because, really, Billy Hargrove was everywhere.

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My Aunt was my first

Grown man here almost 40 years old.
When I was in 6th grade my parents split up and the divorce got messy. My mom hadn’t worked in a few years and had to get a job. We lived in New York. Luckily my mom got a really good job but she had to go to Connecticut for a long training program that was 2 months long. It started the week school let out for summer. I thought I would go with her but I couldn’t because she was put up in a hotel and couldn’t have me with her. She made arrangements for me to stay with my cousin and Aunt. My cousin was about my age and we played sports together so I was happy about staying with him for the summer. But a week after school let out he went to stay with his Dad for a few weeks -my Aunt’s ex husband. I was not happy at all. I knew I would be bored stuck with my aunt for the summer. She took me to see a horror movie which I wasn’t allowed to watch. But she told me it would be our secret. Then I thought she wasnt that bad. My mom and Aunt were twin sisters but they were not that close and were complete opposites. They fought a lot and being at that age I never really knew what they fought about. But I was surprised that my aunt agreed to watch me for the summer, and also surprised she seemed cooler than I thought.

After a few days she started walking around in her underwear. I was uncomfortable but didn’t say anything. I wasn’t really into girls yet but I caught myself looking at her ass which made me feel weird since she was my moms twin sister. We didn’t have air in her apartment and one day I walked by her room and she was laying on her bed in her underwear which I was getting used to. She yelled to me to bring her some cold water so I did. When I brought it in she told me to set it on her dresser. So I did and when I sat it down there were Polaroid photos of my aunt naked on the dresser. Also there was a dildo next to them, but I didn’t know what it was at the time. I looked at her pictures and looked up in the mirror and I saw her looking at me smiling. I left and went to my room and my dick was the hardest it ever had been.

The next day at breakfast she asked if I wanted to go swimming at the beach and I said I did. Then she went into her room and called me in. She was wearing a hot pink g string bikini. I was speechless she asked if I liked her bikini. I think I stuttered and felt nervous but o just nodded. I went into the bathroom locked the door and started to jerk off. I saw her dirty panties on the floor and picked them up. I noticed some light white creamy spots on her panties, and I smelled them. Her smell was amazing. I wrapped them around my dick and kept jerking off. I got to the point I was about to cum. I had done that before and always stopped because I was afraid what would happen if I came. Sounds stupid now. We went to the beach and Swam and came home early because it started to rain. My aunt got changed and asked me if i wanted to go to the store with her to get dinner. I said no. Then she said she’d be back soon. As soon as she left I ran to her room looking for the nude polaroids of her but they were gone. I opened her drawer and they were on top. I pulled them out and laid back on her bed and started to pleasure myself. On one hand it was weird seeing a woman that looked like my mom naked but on the other hand at that age I was so horny I didn’t care. I’m not sure how long I was in there but I jerked for a while trying not to cum. Finally I couldn’t stop it and I nervously shot my first load not knowing what to expect. I blew a huge load all over my aunt’s photos. The feeling was incredible I couldn’t believe I had fought cumming for so long. I heard my aunt pull in and raced to get out of her room. I threw her pics back in the drawer and ran to the bathroom. My cum was inside my underwear making a big mess in my pants. I narrowly got away without getting caught. We had dinner then I went into bed. I had the fan on it was hot and all I had were my underwear on. I was about to put my hand in my underwear and start jerking off again. Then my aunt knocked on the door, and before I could answer it she walked in. I had a hard on but my underwear were still on. I tried to cover up. My aunt said she needed to talk to me, and sat down next to me on the bed. I was still hard and she was in a t shirt and underwear which wasn’t helping. She smiled and then held out her hand and when I looked down she was holding the polaroids of her nude. She asked me if I had been looking at her private pics and I said no. She told me she knew I was lying then she pulled the pictures apart but they were stuck together with my half dried cum. I started to get very nervous but she said it’s okay all boys do this stuff. She told me my cousin did stuff like this too. She said what I felt was normal. I just wanted her to leave but she didn’t. Then she asked if I thought she was sexy. I yelled out NO, but I was lying. Then she laughed and said I hurt her feelings. I didn’t know what to say. She asked if seeing her pictures made me hard. I felt like I was in big trouble. And I stuttered and said no. She then told me that those pictures stuck together proved I was lying. She then reached over and moved the blanket and my dick was standing straight up ripping out of my underwear. My aunt laughed and just said wow. Then she asked if she could touch it. I just shook my head and she grabbed it, and squeezed. Then she pulled my underwear down and slowly jerked me off. I looked at her directly in her face and then remembered she looked like my mom but I didn’t care I wasn’t doing anything to spoil this. Then she asked me how it felt and I said good. Then she said she could really make it feel good if I let her. I said ok and then she bent down and took my dick into her mouth. I came within ten seconds. She sat up and my cum was dripping from her lip. I said sorry. She licked my cum off with her tongue and said sorry for what? Then she told me that’s how a girl knows of a boy thinks she’s sexy. Then she stood up and got undressed in front of me. I became hard again instantly. She straddled me and kissed me on the lips. I had never even kissed a girl before this. She took my hands and put them on her breasts and then on her ass. She was so soft and her breasts big and firm. Then she took my hand and put my fingers on her pussy which was warm and dripping wet. Then she told me that’s how a boy can tell if a girl thinks he’s sexy. Then she asked if I wanted to put my dick inside her pussy. I was like hell yes. My heart was beating but I didn’t care scared or not. Then she told me that this had to stay our secret and we could never tell anybody. I shook my head and said okay I just wanted to put my dick inside of her. Then she climbed on top of me and lowered her pussy onto my dick and I Remember it like it was yesterday damn. I think it took me three seconds to cum and I let out a moan and she knew I had cum. She told me that if I practiced it enough I could hold off for a long time before I came. Then she told me not to worry that she would get me hard again. She asked me to sleep in her bed and I said ok. I tried to fuck her again all night but she told me she had to go to work in the morning and drop me off at camp. I must have been worn out and fell asleep. Next think I knew it was sunrise and I felt something going on and looked down to find my aunt sucking my dick. I was already all the way hard but as soon as I realized what was going on I came. She looked up and asked if I liked waking up to that. I said yes. She told me that she had to get ready for work and take a shower and I needed to get ready for camp. She asked if I wanted to take a shower and I was like YES. So I joined her and we did a lot of French kissing in the shower. When we got out she asked if I wanted to play hooky. I said ok. Then she told me that she was going to run out and get a surprise. About 30 minutes later age care home. I was hard non stop all morning and hoped we would have more sex. Then she brought me into her room and sat me on her bed and told me that she got some movies for us. I didn’t want to watch movies, I wanted to fuck more. Then she pulled the movies out and they were porn movies from the video store. She told me we could really have fun watching them while we had sex. We watched three different movies and we stayed in bed all day trying different stuff. I must have came ten times. Every day for the next week we slept together in her bed and we had sex. Then came the week that my cousin was coming home from his dads. I was depressed because I knew it would be over. Then she told me that she enjoyed our time together and that I had made her feel so good better than a man had. The last night before my cousin came home my aunt said she wanted to do a fashion show for me. I laid on her bed while she tried different outfits and lingerie on. Teddys, stockings, all kinds of stuff. I don’t remember what she wound up wearing but it didn’t stay on very long. That night I ate her out for the first time. She had the wettest hairiest pussy but I dove in and put to use skills I learned from the porn movies. She loved it.

The next day my cousin was home and my aunt ignored me I guess she was nervous around my cousin that he might figure out something. Two nights later I snuck into my aunts room at night and she forced me back out. We didn’t have sex again. The next weeks were boring. Then finally my mom got me. My mom had to move us to CT. I had to start school right away and we’ve been here ever since. I jerked off for months thinking of my aunt. Once I spied on my mom in the shower to refresh my memory. I even went as far as to smell her dirty panties to see if she smelled the same as my Aunt. She didn’t but I felt like such a pervert. I’ve only seen my aunt a few times over the years. I got married in 2007 and my Aunt and cousin came to the wedding with my aunts new husband. It had been like 12 years since my aunt and I had sex. I had never told a single person not even my best friends. Then at the wedding my aunt caught me alone. She whispered in my ear “you fucked me way before you fucked her”. She still looked very good for her age, a real milf who still looked like my mom besides a different hairstyle. I was instantly turned on but she walked away and we have never spoken about it again.

I’ve always wanted to tell somebody about this but didn’t want my aunt to get in trouble or have my family get embarrassed, so I was very excited when I found these confession sites.

anonymous asked:

Oh man what's Red gonna think when he wakes up and Anti isn't there and his brothers are upset and worried

Red’s eyes blink open as his sensors try to reorient. Green is leaning over him, looking even more concerned than usual. Red frowns and rubs his head. “Green? What happened to me?”

Red sits up, and Green looks over to Blue who sighs and tries to explain what happened and how Anti disappeared. “We’re… not sure what’s happened to him exactly, but we can’t find him anywhere.

“This is all my fault,” Red pulls at his hair and shakes his head. “If I could just control my own temper… That stupid faulty programming!”

Ollie hops onto the table next to Red and wraps his arms around him even though Red tries to resist. “Come on, strawberry. I just wanna help,” he says softly, taking Red’s frustration and fear.

Google crosses his arms across his chest and sighs. “There has to be something we’re not thinking of, some way to locate him that we haven’t thought to try yet.”

“How about radio waves?” the Host asks, walking in with a portable radio tucked under his arm and his cane in the other hand. “I believe I’ve found your glitchy friend.”

Host sets down the radio and turns it on. The Googles look around at each other like the Host has finally gone completely mad as he flips through stations, listening intently.

“Host, this isn’t funny,” Ollie says weakly before the Host stops on one station where he hears faint crying. “Wh- Anti?”

The crying stops suddenly and is followed by a pause before, “Ollie? Is that you?”

Fic: “No Secrets”

After he’s returned from his abduction, Mulder and Scully have a talk about their relationship.  Season Eight AU.  Rated G, also here on Ao3.

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Mulder feels fine now, really he does, but Scully doesn’t seem to want to listen.  “You need to rest,” she says, ushering him towards his room as they walk into the apartment.  “You’ve been through a lot.”  And he knows where she’s coming from—he remembers after her abduction, the way she had to insist on being back in the field again and even then he wasn’t quite sure about it, and there wasn’t even as much between them in those days.   But resting is the last thing he wants to do right now, when there’s so much else he could be doing.  Eating something good, maybe, instead of hospital food, or going for a run, or pulling her into him and kissing her.  That last one sounds especially good, but they haven’t in a while, not since he came back, not since she found him, and he’s not sure where to start, not with that expression on her face.  But when she says, “Why don’t you get some sleep?”, he feels the need to protest.

“I don’t need to sleep, Scully,” he says.  “I’ve gotten plenty of sleep in the hospital.  I’m really not tired.”

She looks at him as if she’s going to push back—to protest his protest—and then her expression shifts.  He’s not sure if he likes the shift, though.  There’s still a challenge in her face, and when she says, “All right. Why don’t we talk, then?”, he gets the feeling there’s going to be some kind of reckoning.

But he says, “Sure, let’s talk.”

They both take seats on the couch, at her insistence: she says she wants him resting in some form, at least.  It hasn’t been that long in the grand scheme of things—only a few weeks—but it’s odd for a moment, settling into that familiar place, those familiar positions, with all that they’ve just been through.  She looks at him steadily for a few moments, still with that same expression, and he’s about to say something just to break the silence when she comes out with, “Were you ever going to tell me?”

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So I haven’t actually reread the Monster World Arc in the manga for a good while (although I checked a couple of details). So far as I can tell, most of the actual game plays are the same as in the manga (except for Miho’s inclusion) but it’s a tossup whether any piece of dialogue is filler or not. So *huh hmm* we’re going to play a little game. It’s called ‘try to infer what the hell Takahashi might have been planning to do (or not planning to do bc I’m not entirely sure any planning went into any of this) with Yami Bakura’s character before the manga got axed and everyone got distracted by Kaiba, based on this unfaithful adaptation of his work’.

“Role playing means to play a role. The players act as their characters and enter a world of adventures. That is what makes this game popular.”

I guess the question is- is this why this game is appealing to Ryou/TKB/Zorc? The question of identity has always been strong regarding the Bakurae. And not a question that was ever answered, in contrast to Yuugi and Atem. Y!Bakura also often imitates Ryou as one of his tactics. Does he like acting? Should he go to acting school postcanon? Does his affinity for acting mean that the obfuscation regarding his individuality and identity is somewhat purposeful on his part? What could he be so intent on hiding?

Also perhaps a pointed statement. An enemy concealing themselves as a friend is something both Y!Bakura and Malik seem prone to. But maybe more interesting in that TKB sees Atem and the Pharaoh’s Court as enemies that have concealed themselves in their opulence and authority. Hiding in plain sight.

In any case, fun and games are now over.

Miho faints and gets trapped in her figurine - (she’s so cute~) - and everyone loses their shit.

Jounouchi’s hair also loses its shit. I’m not sure what’s going on with it.

Honda runs in to roll a critical to save Miho. Even though it’s neither his turn, or does he have a skillset that would allow him to do so.

Y!Bakura then proceeds to trap his soul in his figurine as well, as punishment for rolling when it’s not his turn. Is that a real offense the DM can punish? Because that sounds fake. Very fake.

The more important part, though, is that you know Ryou also gets angry when he’s DM-ing and people get belligerent and roll when it’s not their turn. Please imagine Ryou playing Monster World with Honda postcanon, and Honda makes mistakes and Ryou’s also like: Manners! It’s not your turn! And Honda kind of cringes: …Please don’t say that. And Ryou’s all: ???

Jounouchi is rolling next.

Savage.

So then pretty soon everyone is Monster World Figurines (so cute) and Atem is the one rolling for all of them. It’s Atem vs Y!Bakura, everyone. Huzzah!

A good screencap.

Atem is popular. And much better at rolling dice for Jou than Jou is.

And Jounouchi is jealous and attention starved as usual. This poor neglect child. Pay attention to me. Pay attention to me. Pay attention to me.

Yuugi continues to do his magic hands beast tamer thing, and recruit enemies to his side.

The sound effects here as he pets(?) this dragon are adorable.

In the meantime, Ryou has “cursed” Y!Bakura’s dice. Ryou confirmed as too occult and creepy even for Y!Bakura.

Ryou has also taken back control of his left hand.

Aaaaand I… actually completely forgot this happened. Everyone talks about how Y!Bakura stabbed himself during Battle City. But his self-mutilative tendencies seem to extend far beyond that one moment.

…This too. I guess in a technical sense, Y!Bakura says he default wins so long as the heros all die in this game of Monster World. And this is his game, so maybe Zorc’s defeat really won’t have any further consequences on him. But… I’m not convinced. It seems likely that Zorc/TKB/Y!Bakura - whoever the hell this is - doesn’t care if he dies in the process of wiping the others out. Probably you could have foreseen Y!Bakura/Zorc killing TKB in Memory World based on this but- here he’s willing to kill Zorc’s expy, not just TKB’s expy. This seems like a subtle difference that could have had some great significance. The ultimate evil doesn’t actually care about living to perpetuate ultimate evil.

And I believe this is the final part of our ‘figure out what Takahashi was thinking’ game. Atem devises this strategy as a way to recruit Ryou, who crawls out of Zorc’s left arm. BUT! Zork implies that it is, in fact, possible to recruit him. Was the original plan for Atem & co to level up to level one million and recruit Zorc at the end of the manga? It might mean more coming from the heros, but the villain himself implying that there’s something redeemable in him is interesting in of itself.

In other news, Jou’s stupid martyr streak continues.

And things are getting dicey and wrapping up to their conclusion. (Get it? Dicey? Haha. I’m not funny.)

That’s what you get for shopping at Walmart, Y!Bakura.

So the dice break, and then Atem says-

And so we get initiative and can do whatever we want now!

Yeah, also pretty sure that’s not how the game works, Atem. If your dice break, don’t you just have to get a new set of D10s and re-roll? Fake. So fake.

But wait, going back, something that didn’t happen in the manga.

Y!Bakura tries to kill Ryou for interfering, it seems. Which is approximately how I see their relationship, personally. But I’m still not sure I appreciate Toei trying to end the debate on whether or not the Ring Spirt is at all protective of Ryou’s person. Hmmm. HMMM! I think it’s a question better left vague than answered in this clumsy manner.

So, YAY! Our heroes won the game. And the Millennium Ring breaks off Ryou’s neck and falls to the floor. Where it was left 5ever and everyone was happy and that was the end of our Ring related troubles, YAY! (I s2g, Ryou. Don’t ruin this for me!!!)

And then Ryou makes this to celebrate. And Yuugi and Atem are represented individually. And it’s all very cute and we should appreciate it!

THAT’S IT! ANIME OVER!

anonymous asked:

So- Jeremy literally ran across a floor covered in broken glass to stop alcohol from getting under his refrigerator. So, what do you think each of the Fakes would run across a floor covered in shattered glass for?

omfg yes he did the idiot. besides the obvious like wanting to protect each other, heres some few ideas (sticking with the fahc au):

Gavin would absolutely do it for his computer and other various equipment he needs for hacking. he’d kill a man just for touching it, he’ll definitely run through glass to stop alcohol from getting into it.

ryan would probably be for his damn mask despite the fact that they probably could easily buy the same damn thing somewhere else but ‘this one’s the original’ or ‘but it takes so much work to possess it with all the dark souls’. geoff just muttered under his breath about how much of a ‘stupid creepy bastard’ ryan was the whole time

geoff for a book, especially if it was one of his more expensive, first editions that he sometimes likes to spend his vast wealth on. he’d scream at the others for ever bringing any alcohol near them, ‘get that damned shit out of my library!’, though of course they weren’t even in the library. but they don’t correct him on that as they have to help him get all the fucking glass out.

Jack and Michael are both fucking sane enough to not run through glass thank you very much. (tho Jack would do it for her vehicles and michael some of his explosives, that situation isn’t exactly likely to happen because they know to not fucking bring glass near them because they know the animals their crew is)

anonymous asked:

what about a shadow fresh out of the dark world whos just full of rage and bitterness at the links and ready to wreak some havoc on hyrule?

[[oh NICE i love angry nasty shadow

edit: 2000 WORDS HOLY FUCK READMORE TIME HOW’D THIS GET SO BIG]]

Hylians were so incredibly stupid it was funny. He’d seen his opening and taken it; somehow, inexplicably, a passage to Hyrule had been opened. So he’d gone through it, clawed himself out against the harsh kickback of the light, emerged from frothing darkness on the other side of the Mirror, under the new moon.

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anonymous asked:

This is pretty stupid but I just found out about the roleplay community here and I don't know how to format my responses like the cool kids, could you give me some tips and/or guidelines, please?

MOD. welcome to the roleplay community, dearie!! alrightly – so the thing about FORMATTING is that it is entirely up to you. people tend to go off with their own style n stuff when it comes to formatting. you can either be FANCY or SUBTLE, or anything in between. I think that it’s personal preference and it is TOTALLY up to you as to what you want to do!! 

secondly, I don’t think there are guidelines with it…some people are more comfortable with particular things. like, some people like SMALL font and some people prefer BIGGER. once again, these things are up to you. I’m going to link you to some NICE coding posts that explain this better than I will with a couple of HOW-TO’S. 

this oneit has all of the how-to’s n nice little explanations !!
this onebecause octomoosey is beautiful. all of her things are nice. 

please remember to HAVE FUN and try how different things that you like, or don’t. there’s nothing wrong w/ it and don’t let anyone make you believe any differently!!

anonymous asked:

Hey, guys. So this is a little stupid, but can you guys describe how you console each other? Something really terrible happened and I'd just like to feel better. Maybe knowing how you guys help fix each other would do that?

It’s a little different for everyone. 

For me, Bill or Rich, we like to get out our pent-up feelings and burn off some steam by going for a run/bike ride, blasting music or just having a good old scream session 

Eddie and Ben are more talk-it-out kinda people, and a hug doesn’t hurt either

Stan and Mike like calming distractions. Movie nights and quiet walks and stuff

Hope this is helpful at all?? -Bev

The Minyard-Josten Pros’ Coming Out

Or, That Time Andrew Got Pissed And Posted The Video That Broke The Internet

  • Years down the line, our boys are both pros and Neil is getting annoyed at all the press conferences that get derailed by either the Josten-Minyard rivalry or whether he is or isn’t in a committed relationship as some gossip magazines have been implying
  • he’s not allowed to deal with it, though
    • he’s actually not allowed to say anything to the press that his coach and PR team haven’t approved of
    • he calls it bullshit
    • he only ever antagonized a dangerous yakuza criminal once
    • people really can’t let anything go, in this sport

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I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”

“Oh.”

This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.

“Oh.”

There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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I already drew Sinfjotle and Godmundr from Norse mythology but I wanted to make a comic that really illustrated how stupid their shouting match in the Eddas is. It’s mostly Sinfjotle calling Godmundr a whore because he likes to bottom and Godmundr calling Sinfjotle an animal because he lived like one as a kid. There’s also some stuff about both of them sleeping with lower class and old women.

It should also be noted that Sinfjotle and his men are compared to wolves while Godmundr and his army are compared to horses. Both animals are sacred to some extend in Norse mythology and they’re both liked by Odin (Even though Godmundr is a jotun which is why he can get pregnant. Think of Loki), so neither of them were supposed to be the bad guy in this.

So yeah, it’s just two guys who used to be in a serious relationship but broke up and now they hate each other. A tale as old as time.

And yes, it does indeed end with Sinfjotle flipping the fuck out and his brother telling him to calm down.

Never Her

Originally posted by inlovewithacriminals

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. the Avengers)

Content/Warnings: Angst; fluff

Words: 1544

A/N: So my Soulmate AU writing extravaganza begins with Loki, my MCU husband. I’ll probably end up writing these Soulmate AUs to be a little longer. This was a request for @bi-pie67 for 7. Your internal voice is the voice of your soulmate’s, rather than your own.


“Are you sure bringing Loki back to the Tower is a good idea?” You asked Thor dubiously. Steve seemed to reflect your sentiment, looking just as doubtful.

“I assure you, Loki will not get into any trouble,” Thor said. “He seems to have had a change of heart, and my father has ensured that he will be unable to use magic while here, at least until we are sure he is trustworthy.”

“I’m going to trust you on this, Point Break,” Tony said. “But if he destroys my tower again, I won’t be happy.”

“I am certain Loki will do no such thing,” Thor said. “I shall bring him here tomorrow, is that okay?” Everyone shrugged, still looking uneasy with the whole idea, though nobody raised any objection to that. “Marvelous! He shall be here tomorrow, then.”

Clint snorted. Out of everyone, he was, understandably, the least excited. “Can’t wait.”

You hadn’t actually been around for the whole Loki debacle, and admittedly you were a little curious to meet Thor’s brother. Some rather colorful tales had been told by the rest of the Avengers about Thor’s ‘crazy adopted brother’, but you wanted to find out for yourself. Plus, as someone who was still waiting to find their soulmate, there was always the little ‘what if it’s him’ in the back of your mind. Your soulmate, at least from what you always heard in your internal voice, sounded British… almost. You couldn’t put your finger on the accent, but it was similar to Thor’s.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” Tony’s voice came over the speakers in the tower the following morning. “Good ol’ Reindeer Games will be here today, so we gotta make sure everyone is ready. You know, just in case he goes rabid reindeer on our asses. That’s all. Over and out.”

Groaning, you rolled out of bed, pulling on some presentable clothes and making sure you were ready to meet Thor and Loki. Thor had informed everyone that he would arrive around noon, giving everyone ample time to get ready. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee that Steve had made and sitting at the table.

“Sleep okay?” Steve asked, glancing up from his own cup.

“Yeah,”  You nodded. “Thanks for the coffee.”

“No problem. What do you think about Loki coming to stay here?” He asked you.

You shrugged. “Well, I’ve never met the guy, so it’s hard to say. Wary, but curious.”

“All I can say is, don’t get your hopes up too high,” He said with a snort. “I don’t trust the guy.”

“Guess we’ll have to find out,” You said.

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Blue Blood

“Prince Jimin was born with blue blood. His coronation is rapidly approaching, but there are two requirements he must fulfil before becoming a king. He must have the skills to fight in battle, and he must have a Queen with blood as blue as his. You, a member of the royal guard, are assigned to teach Jimin the ins and outs of combat. You are not scared of death, of blood, or of battle. What you are scared of however, is falling in love with Jimin, the one man your blood decrees you can never have.”

pairing: jimin x reader
genre: royalty ausmut, angst
wordcount: 26k

❀ 1 / 9 of my oneshot requests ❀

** warnings: this is angsty!, jimin is a light dom, slow burn, violence, mentions of blood, heavy themes, lots of drama, character death

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Try to bully me, new boss? This will be your shortest job ever.

Back in the day, I worked as an independent IT consultant, and was hired on along with another independent to subcontract on a team for a major consulting house, we’ll call it CH. Everyone else on the team was a CH employee. The two of us were not supposed to tell the client that we weren’t part of CH, but the client figured it out pretty fast, because we independents were doing most of the work while CH’s code monkeys were busy filling out spreadsheets all day and going on team-building exercises. But I digress.

The project ran past its initial deadline, and my contract expired. I stayed on a week-to-week basis, as a professional courtesy to get the project finished, because I liked the client if not the team. Unfortunately the CH project manager was booked somewhere else for his next gig, and they brought in a new guy to replace him. Let’s call him David Stress.

David flew in on a Monday morning to get the project handed off to him, and immediately started pissing on everything to mark his territory. He was derogatory and belittling to the team, and liked to raise his voice. I was working in my office (well, actually a closet with folding tables that I shared with three other team members) and didn’t hear what he was saying out in the main room, but I could sure hear his tone. Then he burst in to the “office” and demanded, “How are we doing [specific payroll-related conversion task]?” I said, “We’re using [program X].” He waved his hand dismissively and scoffed. “That’s stupid. [Program X] won’t work for this. You need to do something else.” The other indie was in the room at the time, and she saw me coming up out of my chair; she told me later she thought I was going to deck him. I knew he was full of shit because I WROTE PROGRAM X. It was custom code for this project, and he had no way of knowing what it would or wouldn’t do. He was just trying to bully me and be the alpha dog.

I did not deck him. Instead, I went to the client’s payroll manager, with whom I’d been working closely for months, and who was driving the client side of the project. I laid it on the line. I said, “Look, I know you know I don’t work for CH. I’m here on an independent contract. That contract is up, and I’ve been working here week-to-week just to get you guys through.” She told me she was aware of this. “Okay. This new guy, David Stress, is a bully and a blowhard, and I won’t work with him. I have no contract at this point, and with him running the project I won’t be back next week. I’m not asking you to do anything specific about it; I’m just letting you know as a courtesy so you can plan to transition my work to someone else.” She sat back in her chair, thought a moment, and said, “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

Two hours later, David Stress was removed from his new position. The payroll manager, faced with losing the one technical guy on the team who actually knew what was going on with a very complicated payroll system, called CH and said “We don’t want this new guy, take him away.” CH rearranged some things to keep the original project manager with the project.

The funniest part of the whole thing was that CH had scheduled a “welcome” dinner for David at a posh steakhouse that evening. Rather than create the further embarrassment of cancelling the dinner, they actually went ahead with it, as a “farewell” dinner for David, who had been on the project for less than one day. It was fun to watch him try to put on a brave face for that.

(Yes, I did stay with the project to the end after that, and yes, they went live successfully.)

The Secret Book Club

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Innuendos and a cheeky Loki and a very very shitty book. Also mild swears.

Words: 1767

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Soooo this turned out much different than what I expected, (sorry anon I was having too much fun) but there is most definitely going to be a part 2 to this coming soon. At the request of a few people I’m starting a tag list, so if you want in then just shoot me a message! :)

Enjoy ;)

@mrsethedreamqueen@asometimestroubledmind

Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven (NSFW)

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