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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
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
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
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
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
Aina: How I Met Her Mother Part 1
“So we’re going to meet your mom, huh?”
“Yep yep! She’s wanted to meet you ever since the hair contest.”
“What, you didn’t tell them about me before?”
“I thought they’d know by now!”
Of course, why wouldn’t her dad at least know me by name? If there isn’t some mob of people stalking me everywhere I go, chances are Aina’s at least talked about me to her parents. Probably built me up to them by a lot, and that could be really good…or really bad, depending on how they take things. Still, while they may have heard a lot about me, truth be told I hadn’t heard much about them.
True, I’ve heard just about every bit of general knowledge and sultry rumor tied to her father, whether it’s his position as CEO of Regal Corp, the company that my own uncle works at as an inventor, or the shady power he may or may not have as a crime lord, running a mob in the depths of Rockette City to al
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,
Pacifying PerfectionThe first thing Jasmine noticed was her pounding headache. Too many vodkas the night before at that party. It swam up through her unconscious state rousing her from her dreams, she groaned and tried to raise a hand to massage her head only to find her hand wouldn't move. Still being partially asleep this didn't bother her for a moment, although a dream induced uneasy feeling began to mingle with the headache. She tried to roll over in bed only to find she couldn't move and her orientation felt skewed. Perplexed but still very much half asleep she opened her hazel eyes.
Instantly she was wide awake. She was in her dorm room in her white night shirt and grey shorts, she even had her pink fluffy slippers on, but she was tied to her desk chair. Thick rope bound her. Sat on the opposite side of the room was her dorm room buddy Carrie. A short stocky woman with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She wore a p
Undertale Sans and Papyrus x ReaderYou've been walking through the snow covered lands for hours, sparing enemies left
and right. The cold winds cling to your bones as you slowly trudge through the deep
snow. You have been keeping an eye out for Papyrus's next puzzle, or even one of
San's random job-stands, but all you've seen so far is deep silent snow.
You begin to feel sleepy as your body weakens, a sinking feeling washes over you. Despite the harsh
cold whirring around your frigid form, warmth envelops your weak tired body as your
eyes flutter shut.
While strolling on his way back to his post, Sans caught his slipper on something in the
snow and fell flat on his boney face.
"Heh, what a nice Trip that was. I should take another next Fall." Sans chuckled to
himself, sad that his brother wasn't around to acknowledge how funny he was. He dusted
the snow from his coat and turned to see what had tripped him up.
"Oh man, it's (y/n)! Kid, what are you doing out here? The snow is no place to catch Z's,
all you'll catch is a