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Alone in the Woods
"This way, this way!" giggled Alice, pulling me along. She led me closer and closer to the woods.
"Um, Alice," I said, "are you sure this is all right? I mean, you're beautiful and I'd love to make love with you, but did it have to be under these conditions? Are you sure you wouldn't want to just go to my house or something? My parents are gone and all."
"Oh, gosh no, silly," she said. "Where's the thrill in that? If we're going to engage in our primitive instincts, then why not act like our primitive ancestors? They didn't have beds either, you know!"
I sighed. Well, whatever. I mean, you should have seen my shock when Alice, the most beautiful girl in school, asked me to go out with her today. Sure, it was a stereotypical "I've always loved you, please go out with me," affair, but for her to initiate it was just... And I mean, I had never talked to her at all before. But she just left a note in my locker to meet her out under the tree, and that was that.
And of course, she wanted to
45 Facts I Bet You Didn't Know About Black Butler1. In episode 17, when Undertaker is in the pot of salt, Sebastian holds his handkerchief to his nose. This implies demons have an aversion to salt, whether it be rock salt or just salt in general. This wouldn't be such an outrageous statement, seeing as some other shows, movies, and books (ex. Supernatural) say that salt is good for keeping demons at bay by sprinkling a trail in front of doors or windows to keep them out of a house.
2. Sebastian is based off of a French inquisitor (noble, officer running a certain part of an area). How? "Sebastien" lived in 16th century France, and was most famous for his books on demon possession and classification. His books are still somewhat used today.
3. In the most recent manga arc as well as other times within the manga, Sebastian is seen wearing rosary beads along with his teacher outfit. Whether this be of arrogance or not, this shows that Sebastian is not affected by many "holy" things (ex. Rosaries, holy water, etc.).
4. St. Sebastian of M
I always had a thing for Japanese girls, or Asian girls in general. But Japanese chicks were definitely the type that I considered perfect. The silky hair, soft, pale and clean skin. The slanted, cute eyes and petite bodies. What was not to love about them? But while at first I really wanted to get together with one, over time I realised that I was somehow jealous of their perfectness. I wanted to be like a Japanese girl. Atleast for a while, be the owner of such a gorgeous body. But since I was born a boy and neither was I from Japan, it wasn't meant to be. Magic doesn't exist after all and science was not even close to something like that. I spent my days looking at pictures of the bodies I aspired to have and dreaming about the life I could have.
One day while I was browsing through the internet, I found an ad about “Bodysuits”. It looked interesting enough to actually compel me to click it and I was not disappointed. The gist of the site: You can pick
An Afterschool SnackThe day was progressing just like any other. I was just sitting with Anthony in the cafeteria; lunch had been going on for the last 12 or so minutes. It was only the third day of second semester, but we’d already staked our claim on a good spot. Our table was close towards the windows, away from the general din coming from the center of the hall, near the booths. It was on the opposite side of the room from the kitchen and serving lines. Yeah, there was a brief walk when you’d first enter the cafeteria, but a prime location like this was worth the sacrifice.
In between bites of my cheeseburger, I was talking about the new game console I’d gotten for Christmas while Anthony munched on his sub. I could tell he was only giving me 80% attention at most. This was typical. In the years I’d known Anthony he never seemed to fail at zoning out. Anthony was about 5’11 with black, medium-length hair that he wore parted. I’d call him trim, but that’d imply
Stuffed With Love"Okay, mom, I'm heading off to the university! See you later tonight! Love you!"
The mother of Courtney Van Haders leaned away from the sink, peeking out into the hallway just as her daughter closed the garage door behind her. She was only able to catch a glimpse of the younger woman's long, curly chocolate-brown hair. She heaved out a deep sigh.
Her beloved child was more than halfway through her junior year in college already. It wouldn't be too much longer before she would graduate, find herself a nice little job, and eventually move out of the house. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter, the oldest of her three children, to have to leave the family home. She wasn't always around at home to watch the boys or to take care of the house, and Courtney proved ample help in that regard as well. The money obtained from both her (the mother's) work and her husband's was more than enough to provide for Courtney and her two younger brothers Jacob and Steven. Courtney didn't need to
My Baby Sitter [ab/dl]Disclaimer: ab/dl story, read at your own risk
“A babysitter?!” I asked, incredulous that they would even suggest something so childish. “Mom, Dad, I’m fourteen… I think I can handle you being out of town for a night.” I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, trying to give the impression I wouldn’t budge. Mom and dad were standing in the hallway door frame, dressed up nicely for a night out on the town. Mom was in makeup, dad had a tie, and they both smelled like perfume and cologne.
“Listen, Thomas,” dad started, a stern look bearing down on me. I didn’t like the sound of this; father only used my full name when I was in trouble. “Your teacher e-mailed us about your grades. Do you want to pass this year or not?” How was this even remotely related?
“I-“ father cut me off mid-sentence, like I didn’t exist.
“You’ve also lied about what you’ve been doing when you ride o
AoT: Embarrassing Heichou [Levi x reader]You always wondered what could possibly embarrass humanity's strongest soldier. No matter how perfect he may seem, there must have been some flaws in him and something that could make him embarrassed right?
And so that's how you started to think about the possible things that could embarrass Levi. You shared your thoughts with Hanji and she evaluated whether it could embarrass him or not. You carried out the experiments that Hanji told you to do that could embarrass him but none of them worked.
Furthermore, you were the one who always ended up getting extra chores and running laps. How on earth did Hanji not get any of those punishments? You started to think that Levi has this grudge against you for pissing him of for like a million times.
'Damn.. I'm starting to feel hungry...'
You were cleaning the stables and horses after running for 3 hours straight with no lunch. When you were brushing the horses, you looked at it.
"Hmm. I guess Eren was right... Jean does have
Brooklyn's Holiday Weight Gain- Part 1I tugged sheepishly at my shirt, begging it to stretch and stop clinging to my bloated belly. My family and I had been decorating Christmas cookies for a while now, and I felt my bowl of dough had gone more into my mouth than into shapes of reindeer or bells. I justified it by saying it was the holidays, now is the time to indulge. And even so, I was still pretty thin. I’d just put on a few pounds from the sugar filled goodies covering our counters this time of year.
“Brooklyn, if you keep that up, you’re gonna need new jeans for Christmas!” My mom said laughing, pointing at my straining button when I had reached across the table for the icing, my shirt riding up. I spooned a whole scoop of icing into my mouth in mocking defiance and she rolled her eyes playfully. My family wasn’t too particular about weight, especially since I had maybe put on five pounds since Christmas break started.
“Everyone gains weight during the holidays,” my dad said,
Teacher!America x Student!Reader - DresscodeQuick, get dressed! Gosh dangwhere were all your clothes?
You tried to recall the last time you ran a wash. More than a week ago. That explained it.
Now you scraped the back of your dresser drawers for something that didn't break the dress code. "Arugh!" The minutes on that clock were changing far too fast. Well you had to wear something. You tugged on a really tight pair of jeans, which felt a little like a push-up bra for your butt at the moment. Shoving your feet into a pair of tennis shoes, you donned a very lacy, tight camisole with thin straps. Over that, you wore a cute graphic tee you hardly ever got to wear, because it was an off-the-shoulder scoop neck, a detail you hadn't noticed when you bought it on clearance.
You brushed your hair quickly, muttering a curse as you checked the clock again, and grabbed your school supplies, leaving the house without breakfast.
Your heart sped and you blushed as you halted your brisk-walk in front of the blue door to your fir