So I was tagged by @why-animals-do-the-thing in a post about what not to say in a job interview. It’s a bit overdue, but I figured this was a good opportunity to continue some of “How to Zookeep” and give y’all some insight on interviews. I’ve actually conducted quite a lot of interviews for an entry-level position. Here are just a few Do’s and Don’ts…
General Maybe Do’s:
Wear an outfit that looks pretty nice, but don’t go too formal. You should be able to get muddy or hop a fence - just in case. Most of the time you’ll know if it’s a true working interview, but some interviews will involve a tour, meeting an animal, or other situations where you might get messy.
Show that you’ve researched the facility and the position. This is especially true for phone interviews or if you’re not from the area. If you’ve ever visited the facility, mention that. Mention specific parts of the job description and why you’re interested or why you would excel at it. I know I always make a good note if candidates reference something on our website or from the job description because it lets me know they’ve done their homework. (One time a candidate quoted something verbatim and it was a little jarring only because I wrote that part of the website and it was strange to hear someone quote me).
If at all possible, have specific examples from your past experiences that you can talk about. These could be examples of training, working well with others, strengths & weaknesses, general animal care, etc. Try to be able to tell a story about when you worked around a training difficulty or resolved an issue with a coworker. And yes, have a real answer for “strengths and weaknesses”.
Try to use the most ‘updated’ zoo language you can. Zoo terminology changes so fast it’s hard to keep up. Try to use some of the research (website and job description) to see what kind of language this particular facility uses and attempt to mirror it. Examples are “in human care” instead of captivity or “habitat / enclosure” instead of cage/exhibit. It’s just a bonus way to make a good impression.
General Maybe Don’ts:
Don’t get political. This is what @why-animals-do-the-thing was asked about - mentioning animal rights activist groups in the interview. Unless you are completely sure that it is specifically relevant to the position try not to get into any heavy areas of debate, any controversial news stories (think Harambe), or politically charged organizations like PETA, HSUS, etc. And even though you might think that everyone in the zoo world agrees that US politics are terrible for zoos/the environment or something along those lines, a job interview is not the time to mention it.
Don’t ask for tips about a specific facility on a public forum. It’s important to do research, but this one crosses a bit of a professional line. I would advise against going on any public forum (like the facebook groups You Know You’re a Zookeeper When and Zookreepers) and asking for interview advice about a certain facility. Most people won’t want to comment publicly about their facility as it can be seen as unprofessional and a lot of their coworkers will see it. Most of the time the research you need can be done on the website and with some googling, but if you feel you just need to talk to someone who works there, try flexing your networking muscle a bit.
Don’t say you love animals. This sounds contradictory but hear me out here - this job is about much more than loving animals. A lot of interviewers are used to hearing this answer or seeing it in cover letters of people who think that liking animals is all you have to do for a job. Yes, you love animals, we know that. But what do you love about working with them? Do you like enrichment, exhibit design, training? What do you love about the career of zookeeper / aquarist / etc? It’s important to go beyond the surface of just wanting to be around animals and go into the details of how you will improve their lives when you literally have their lives in your hands. I’ve heard from a lot of interviewers that they’re tired of hearing about ‘passion’, they want to hear about action. They want to hear about cleaning, hard work, the real nitty-gritty of the job. This don’t also leads to a general tip (what if you don’t have examples of what you like yet?)
Here’s a common problem: you’re applying for your first entry-level position and you don’t have any animal experience yet. What do you talk about? Here’s some ideas:
Academic research or fieldwork - did you go on birding trips? Did you do mist-netting? Have you worked in a lab that uses live animals? Those things can be beginner animal experience.
Volunteering - zoos, vet clinics, etc.
Formal domestic animal experience - even if it’s not with exotic animals, the basics of caring for small domestics (cats, dogs, rodents, fish, etc.) in a formal setting (vet, pet store, rescue) has some aspects that apply in zoos, such as restraint and medical care.
Personal pets (very carefully) - It’s not that personal pet experience isn’t helpful when you’re just starting out, but sometimes newer keepers come in with an idea that their pet experience is on the same level as caring for animals in a formal career setting. It is not. Caring for your own animal in your own home is VERY different from caring for it in a zoo, aquarium, vet’s office, etc. In a formal setting, there are legal guidelines to follow, teams of people to communicate with about animal care, and lots of formality/red tape that doesn’t exist in a home setting. Pets can be useful as examples in interviews if it is relevant (medicating, enrichment, restraint) but they are almost never seen as an actual qualification. Side note, please don’t list personal pet care on a resume.
Overall in an interview, you want to try to be as collected and confident as possible. BUT if you get nervous and you’re really struggling, just tell us! It’s better to just laugh a bit and say sorry, I’m nervous, than to completely freeze up. I have done plenty of interviews where the person is nervous and that’s okay. I’ve hired people who were nervous or misspoke in their interview.
If you have any other questions, feel free to drop me a line. I’ve interviewed and hired people for just three years now, so I may not be particularly seasoned, but I can lend a little of my expertise.
Note: hi sweetie! i’m sorry this took a while! i hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s long. i love all feedback! feel free to leave a comment! ♥ .c
Request: Hiii :) I really enjoy your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a Bucky imagine where he doesn’t notice her and treats her badly, despite the fact that she does so much for him and he takes her for granted and he only realizes how much he needs her when she gets terribly hurt. Thank you so much 💖
It all started when the super soldier moved into the tower. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him better, though you’ve heard a lot from people in the city streets and the News. But you knew he was more than a Hydra experiment, a brainwashed man who had no choice in the matter, he needed help and you wanted to make his life all the more better.
You were always extremely nice and it took a lot for someone to bring your spirits down, you wanted to help everyone be happy and be okay. Though you knew people needed time and space, they would always come to you for a shoulder to cry on.
Which is why you ended up being there for Bucky; you knew he needed that. You always welcomed him in the mornings with breakfast and a small note containing an uplifting quote. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just give you a tight lipped smile and shut his door in your face. You would shrug it off and tell yourself he wasn’t a morning person.
You were in the kitchen, bright and early, getting Bucky’s breakfast ready. It was nearing 8am and he usually gets up at this time, so you were hoping to get everything done on time. You decided to go with bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. You heard footsteps approaching as you were flipping over the fried eggs, having finished with the grits and bacon already.
You turned with a smile to see Steve and Sam groggily walking in, their pajamas wrinkled and their hair all crazy. “You still make Barnes breakfast?” Sam asked through a rather long yawn. You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, of course!” You said with a chipper attitude. Steve shoved his muscular body onto a stool at the kitchen island, resting his head on his hand.
You turned back to the food and finally got everything ready on a plate and a tray. “Y/N, you’ve done this for like 5 months.” Steve commented as you started to write down an uplifting quote. You shrugged and set the corner of the note under his cup of black coffee. “So?” You asked with a small smile. Steve sighed and shook his head.
Without another word, you slipped off your apron and headed to the elevator, humming as you made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked down the hallway and suddenly Bucky’s door opened, his body leaning against the door frame. You smiled and wiggled your finger at Bucky as he met your eyes. “Hey, Bucky! How’d you sleep?” You asked, walking over to him.
Bucky looked at the tray and nodded. “Fine. This all?” Bucky asked, pointing at the tray. It was a good bit of food you thought. “Oh, did-did you need more?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. Bucky’s eyes lingered on your face before he took the tray from you. “No, this is fine. See ya!” Bucky said before walking back into his room, leaving his door slightly cracked.
You bit your lip as you tapped your fingers against your thighs, slightly peeking into his room. He sat down at his desk and picked up the note you left. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway.” Bucky mumbled. You smiled but it slightly faltered as you watched him scoff and crumble the note, throwing it away.
You sighed and walked away with a shrug, leaving Bucky to enjoy his meal.
You were in the laundry room now, having picked up Bucky’s basket of clean clothes. You picked up on doing his laundry after helping him clean up after a mission. He didn’t seem to mind, so you continued doing it. You tossed his clothes in the basket so you could fold them in his room.
With a smile, you skipped out of the room and bumped into the man himself. “Oof!” You huffed, stumbling back, thankfully having a good grip on the basket. Bucky caught your arm before you could fall and you giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t see you coming.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the basket. “It’s all good. These done?” Bucky asked with a dull tone.
You nodded energetically. “Yep! I can fold them if you want.” You offered with a smile. Bucky shook his head. “I got it this time.” Bucky said as he took the basket from your hands. He turned and left, stalking off down the hallway. You watched after him, seeing his tense back muscles. Following after him, you rounded the corner just fast enough to run into the elevator.
Bucky moved a little away from you as if to give you more space. You smiled up at him. “I couldn’t help but notice you look a little tense.” You said softly, stepping towards Bucky. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “And?” He snapped, taking you aback. “Oh, um, well, I was just going to offer a back massage.” You said a little softer now.
And that’s how you ended up sitting butt on butt on top of Bucky, your hands digging into his back muscles. Groan after groan fell from his lips and you smiled. “Feeling better?” You asked, circling your thumbs into a tight knot just below his shoulder blade. Bucky made a grunting noise in response.
You continued for a few more minutes and rubbed in some soothing essential oils into his skin before climbing off of him. He sat up and stretched. “That was amazing, wow.” Bucky said, a small smile spreading on his lips. You capped your oils and smiled. “I’ll see you around.” Bucky said as he slipped his shirt back on.
You watched him leave his bedroom and you stood there awkwardly. Bucky never thanked you for things like this and it was starting to get to you. You do this to make him feel better and it clearly does that for him, but he never shows gratitude. Bucky just leaves and comes back for this special treatment.
A sigh fell from your lips and small hint of sadness started to hit you. You shook it off with a smile and left Bucky’s room to do some other things on your to-do list.
A few days had passed and you still do the same things for Bucky. You recently started to comfort him during the night when he has nightmares. It was hard to see him writhing around, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his life. You couldn’t help but…help him.
You rushed into Bucky’s room and saw his large body squirming around, broken screams and strangled cries coming from his mouth. It broke your heart to see him like this. You knelt on his bed and rested your hand on his shoulder. His skin was burning and sweaty as he thrashed around. “Bucky, it’s okay. Please, wake up!” You said softly, brushing his hair off of his sticky forehead.
It took a little coaxing but he shot up, almost knocking his head against yours. Bucky breathed heavily, his eyes searching for the danger he thought he was in. After seeing he was safe, he looked at you. Before you could ask if he was alright, he pulled you into his body. “Shh, you’re okay.” You whispered as he cried into your shoulder.
Bucky held onto you and you rubbed his head, your arms wrapped around him. “I promise you’re safe, Bucky.” You whispered soothingly. He hesitantly nodded and sighed into you. His arms held you closer as he continued to calm down. “That’s it.” You softly praised Bucky, his hands releasing their tight hold on your shirt.
You held him close and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently stroking his hair. Bucky clung to you, his breathing coming to a smooth rhythm. “Please, stay.” You barely heard Bucky mumble, his face nuzzled into your chest. “I will.” You whispered back, holding him tightly as you both fell asleep.
Bucky woke up with you draped across his chest, your breathing steady and soft, the little air coming from your nose tickling his skin. His heart fluttered as he stared at your face, peacefulness resting on your features. Bucky reached his hand to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw. The twitch of your lips made him feel something he’s never felt before. And boy did it scare him.
Bucky suddenly pulled out of your hold and stood out of his bed quickly, startling you out of your sleep. You groaned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in Bucky’s bed. “Bucky?” You asked, yawning into your hand. “Get out.” Bucky rasped, slipping on a clean shirt. His previous shirt was discarded on his floor from his body sweating him out.
You looked at him, concern all over your face. “What?” You questioned, moving his blankets off of you. Bucky was breathing heavily and he turned to you. “Why do you help me? Why do you do things for me?” Bucky asked, raking his hand through his hair. You smiled a little. “I just want you to-” “-to be happy? To get better?” Bucky finished your sentence. He scoffed and shook his head.
You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky slowly. You reached out to hold his arm but he jerked it away, his eyes looking into yours. “Y/N, stop! Just go! I don’t need you!” Bucky yelled at your face, causing you to flinch. The wave of sadness hit you again, twice as much this time. You frowned and retracted your outreached hand, your fingers trembling.
Bucky turned his back to you and you backed away from him, leaving his room. What was wrong with him? What did you do? You thought helping him and showing kindness towards him would get him to open up to you. You didn’t know it was making things worse. He never thanked you for anything and you let it go, excusing his ungratefulness as just having a wall built up.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and went your room, locking yourself in there to get ready for the day. You sat on your balcony a little while later and looked out at the cloudy sky. The city below was busy as ever and you usually felt happy watching the people far below, but now, you didn’t feel it.
Your lip quivered the longer you thought about this morning. You just wanted to help him and make him look forward to something nice in the mornings and during the day. The quotes were to help him realize he’s not as weak and broken as he thinks.
A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed, waking into your bedroom. You opened your door and saw Steve standing there in his suit. “Hey-wait, what’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, seeing your watery eyes. You’ve never cried in front of the team, and you never did at all, really. It took a lot for you to get like this and Bucky did it so easily.
Steve stuck his shield to his back and held your shoulders. “Y/N, talk to me.” Steve pleaded, his blue eyes searching yours. You took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Bucky, he-he just got angry this morning. I-I heard him having a nightmare last night so I did what I do best and helped him. He shot out of bed and yelled for me to get out.” You explained, holding in the sob that wanted to desperately escape.
You sniffled and Steve bent to give you a tight hug. “You’ve done so much for him, Y/N. He still needs time.“ Steve said quietly. You nodded, your arms around his neck. “He’s never shown any gratitude. I figured he just needed that shell to break.” You said, your voice shaking. Steve sighed and pulled away from you. “I’ll talk to him.” Steve said as his frown deepened.
You shook your head quickly, “No, don’t worry about it.” You sniffled again. “Is there a mission?” You asked as your eyes fell to his suit again. Steve slapped his hand against his forehead. “Shoot! Yeah, I need you for guard duty. Nat is coming along to gather information.” Steve explained as you listened closely.
After suiting up and pushing your thoughts about Bucky aside, you walked out of your room and gathered around the team in the common room.
“This should be really easy, you know what to do.” Tony said, speaking to Steve. The others wished you good luck, all except Bucky. He was off to the side, arms crossed and brows creased. He looked troubled, almost like he wanted to say something. You glanced over at him and his eyes met yours, only to flicker away.
You sighed and Nat walked over to you, linking her arm with yours. “Steve told me what happened. I need you to focus, okay?” Nat whispered, her eyes soft. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know.” You said softly.
Steve finished talking with Tony and you all set out on the mission. It took about 4 hours to get there and you had to walk down a wooded trail to get to the base. You were crouched down with Steve and Nat, guns aimed with silencers. “Ready.” Steve said, cocking his gun. You all had to take out the guards out front, so you readied your gun and aimed for any guard you laid eyes on.
You took them down in record time and slowly made your way to the base. Steve kicked in the door and you shot down a guard inside, watching his body instantly fall to the ground. “Okay, Nat you know what to do. I’m right beside you.“ Steve said, leaving you outside to keep watch.
You looked around, keeping your eyes focused and your gun ready. You could hear Steve and Natasha fighting throughout the base in your comm, grunts and hits coming from them. Still looking around the area, you noticed a small movement in the woods in front of you. Your heart jumped in your chest as you slowly held your gun up, scanning the area.
Steve grunted into your comm and you heard Nat yelling curse words. “Y/N! We need you in here!” Steve yelled, his shielding ricocheting off a wall, hitting a guard. Before you replied, you quickly scanned the area once more, hoping it was just an animal you saw rustling in the woods. “I’m coming.” You responded, retreating backwards and turning into the building.
As you walked down the hallways that was covered with dead bodies, you listened for your teammates. “Where are you guys?” You asked, stopping as you approached another hallway. “Take the stairs,we’re on the second floor,” Steve grunted loudly, “There’s a lot more guards than we thought!” Steve called out, gunshots ringing through your comm.
You quickly ran to the door that held the staircase behind it and made your way up, hoping you got there in time. You could hear Steve and Natasha yelling, their weapons going off. “Guys, I’m almost there!” You yelled, keeping a tight grip on your gun. You finally reached the top of the stairs and rounded to the second floor.
You immediately started shooting at any enemy you laid your eyes on. Steve was going to hand to hand with a guard, his shield stuck in the concrete wall. You quickly glanced at Natasha after shooting two more guards down. She used her signature move on one guard and round house kicked another, knocking them both out cold.
A guard to your left aimed his gun at you and you were able to shoot him first, the bullet piercing through his chest. “Nice!” Steve yelled, a smile on his face. He twisted the guards neck and sighed out, pulling his shield from the wall. Natasha finished off the guards around her and you looked around, seeing all of the lifeless bodies.
You wiped your brow and took a deep breath. “Okay, now that that’s over, there should be a vault in the room.” Natasha said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the door, moving around the bodies.
Steve didn’t lie when he said there were a lot more than they thought. Nat kicked open the door, holding her gun up. “All clear.” She said into her comm. Steve joined her in the room, helping her open the safe.
Putting your gun in your holster, you crossed your arms, waiting for Steve and Nat to finish. A deep chuckle came from behind you, making your heart jump. You whipped around just in time to feel a bullet pierce through your abdomen. You gasped, looking down at the blood starting to pour out of you. “Y/N!” You heard Steve and Nat yell, Steve taking the guard down.
You fell to your knees and the two rushed over to you, Steve grasping hold of your body before you fell onto the floor. “Shit!” Nat yelled, holstering her gun.
You were breathing heavily, though every breath you took made your body ache and the pain worsen. “St-Steve.” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Applying pressure to your wound, Steve rushed you out of the room.
Steve was yelling at Nat to call Bruce, to tell him you need him as soon as you land. “Y/N, you have to stay awake!” Steve yelled, shaking you lightly enough to make your eyes peel open. You felt Nat’s hand putting more pressure on your wound and looked down, your bodysuit a dark color from the blood. The pain was unbearable, the last thing you heard was Nat and Steve calling your name.
The jet landed and Steve carried you out, meeting Bruce on the roof with a gurney. “She-Bruce, please.” Steve sobbed as he looked down at your pale face. You looked lifeless, just like the enemies you had taken out. “I’ll take care of her.” Bruce assured Steve, quickly rolling your body away.
Nat took a deep breath as they walked into the elevator after Bruce had wheeled you inside and took it down to the medic room. “She can’t die.” Steve’s body shook with another sob and Nat looked up at him, her own eyes threatening to spill with tears. “She won’t. Not Y/N.” Nat whispered, scared her voice would break her tough facade.
The two walked into the common room and met with the others. “Hey! You’re back!” Sam cheered but stopped when he looked at Steve and Nat’s faces. “What happened?” Tony asked, taking his glasses off. “Whose blood is that?” Clint asked, causing Steve and Nat to look at your blood on their hands. Wanda stepped forward. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked nervously. Bucky entered the room and noticed how quiet it was. “What, did someone die or something?” He asked jokingly.
Bucky looked at Steve, his smile dropping. Bucky took in everyone’s scared expressions. He looked around for you, but he knew something was wrong when he didn’t see your bright and beautiful smile greeting him like you always did.
“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Bucky asked, feeling his heart starting to beat fast. Steve shook his head and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Steve looked at his bloody hands again and his lip trembled. Bucky gasped, his eyes falling to Steve’s hands. “No. She’s-Steve, don’t do that to me.” Bucky said, shaking his head, his knees feeling weak.
Nat walked over to Bucky and looked at him sadly. “Bucky, she got shot. Bruce is taking care of her now.” Nat explained as best she could, her voice shaking. Bucky noticed the blood on her hands too as tears filled his eyes. “If this is-is some sort of sick joke.“ Bucky choked out, a lump forming in his throat.
Steve sniffled and shook his head. “Buck, it’s not.” Steve said, looking at Bucky as flashbacks played throughout his mind. “Stop! She can’t-FUCK!” Bucky yelled in the all too quiet room. Bucky rushed out, walking straight towards the elevator. All he could think about was you, the whole time you were gone, Bucky thought of how badly he had treated you.
He knew he took you for granted, he didn’t realize how much you did for him until you left his room after he made you leave. He never knew how much you actually meant to him. Bucky wanted to apologize and tell you how he felt when he woke up next to you and he hoped it wouldn’t be too late.
The elevator stopped and Bucky ran out, his feet carrying him down the hallway. He could hear a heart monitor going off and he ran up to the large window, seeing Bruce stitching you up. There was blood all over his gloves and a bit around your stitches. Bloody tissues filled the small trashcan beside Bruce’s feet and it made Bucky’s heart clench.
Your body was pale and it scared Bucky. It scared him because he realized he did need you. You tried so hard to make Bucky feel something, feel happy, feel better, feel…loved. Bucky’s tears fell, his chest rising up and down heavily and fast as he watched Bruce finish up.
Bucky knew you’d be okay now, but he just couldn’t help but feel like the biggest piece of crap because of how he made you feel before you left. He realized his mistake and he desperately wanted to make it better.
Bruce turned to see Bucky looking through the glass window and waved him to come inside. Bucky took a deep breath after wiping his tears away. He took slow steps, afraid his presence alone would cause more damage. Bruce watched closely as Bucky walked toward your body. His eyes took in your current state and he felt even more guilty.
Bruce was writing down information on his clipboard and he sighed softly. “She should be awake soon. The medicine I gave her wears off in just enough time.” Bruce told Bucky, watching him grasp your hand gently. Bucky nodded slowly, his eyes on your closed ones. He reached up to your face, his finger caressing along your jawline like he did this morning.
Deciding to give you two a bit of privacy, Bruce quietly exited the room and left to notify the others on how you’re doing. Bucky took a shaky breath before speaking. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Bucky whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “I was so horrible to you.” He choked out.
He saw your eyelids flutter before slowly starting to open. His heart skipped in his chest and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me, please.” Bucky whispered. You squinted your eyes a tad at the bright lights and Bucky moved closer, blocking it for you.
You groaned and tried to sit up, not aware of the stitches in your abdomen. Bucky held you down gently. “Y/N, don’t move.” He spoke softly. You relaxed again and licked your dry lips. You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, not meaning to, though you didn’t apologize.
Bucky sighed and frowned at your sourness towards him. He was used to you being sweet, but he reckoned he ruined that for good. “I know you might hate me now, but I realized something after, you know..” Bucky trailed off, staring down at you. Your heart sank as you took in his watery and puffy eyes. He had been crying and it was probably because of you.
You watched Bucky’s lip tremble and you reached your hand up to hold his that was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry I never appreciated you.” Bucky said, his words holding more than he led on. You knew what he meant and you nodded gently. “I’m sorry if I was too much. I won’t do it anymore.” You whispered, letting your hand fall from Bucky’s.
Bucky nodded gently. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to do things for me anymore. But I do want you to keep trying with me. Y/N, I-I need you.” Bucky said, a sob wracking through his body. Your eyes lifted to Bucky’s and you furrowed your eyebrows. “You what?” You asked, not believing what Bucky just said.
Your heart started racing as Bucky bent down, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped before kissing him back, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head. Your heart monitor started beeping faster and Bucky pulled away, a smile on his face. “I said I need you. I was wrong before, so so wrong.” Bucky whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.
A smile formed on your lips in return and you giggled. “I’ll always be here, Bucky.” You said, your hand resting on his cheek. Bucky sniffled and kissed your forehead. “I want to take care of you until you get better.” Bucky said, raising up so he could look at your bandage. You gently sighed and frowned. “But I-” Bucky shushed you. “Y/N, you’ve done so much for me.” Bucky said, holding onto your hand.
You nodded and smiled at Bucky, your happiness fluttering back into your chest.
Note: TBH I THINK THIS SUCKS BUT YET I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE .c
Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon
Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”
Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.
A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!
I’m not going to start discourse on this publicly so if you want to talk to me you’ll have to pm me about it or send a non anon ask, but
bee keepers do NOT hurt or stress out bees to get their honey.
Yes we supplement them with sugar water during the droughts and when flowers aren’t at their peak.
Those up north also supplement them with sugar water as well as their own honey to make sure that they will last over the winter.
No, it is not cheaper to kill your bees than take care of them over the winter. No one does that. It costs 150 or more for a starting nucleus of bees which doesn’t give you enough to get excess honey until after a year so to get enough bees off the bat to jump back to where you were you’d need hundreds of dollars and that clearly isn’t cheaper than wrapping them up with some of their honey and some sugar water.
No, people don’t go into their hives during the winter storms in the snow to give them sugar water instead of leaving them honey. even with flowers bees use a mason jar of sugar water all up in 2-3 days, you don’t take all their honey and give them gallons of sugar water. Thats not even practical. Don’t listen to these lies.
No you don’t kill any bees by taking their honey. There are multiple boxes, bottom boxes are for babies, brood boxes, theres a separator so the queen doesn’t make babies in the top boxes, called supers. On the top boxes, you take out the frames and bees move by themselves, some people smoke them away before lifting the frames, or you can take a very soft bristle brush called a bee brush and usher them. Usually they don’t stay messing around on capped honey though.
Facts about smokers! Can smokers hurt bees? Truth? Yes. They CAN. Doesn’t mean they do. People usually use pellets or pine needles and natural things in their smokers that they can just pick up off the ground. They don’t produce a hot smoke. You can easily check this by spraying your arm and if its too hot for you its too hot for the bees, which it never is if you use the right stuff. Otherwise the smoker works by interrupting their dances and vibrations to each other that tell them to work. Instead they go deeper into their hive closer to the queen to get her signals back. This doesn’t hurt them, just interrupts them for a minute so that you don’t hurt or squish them when taking out frames.
Bees need us. Only 6% of wild honey bees last in the wild. They have a LOT of enemies and without us they would be extinct at the moment. They need help against mites, many beetles, wasps, bears, and other little buddies you can find in the wild. We check their young, make sure they are growing properly, get enough food and water, and need help to properly split when there are too many of them and taking their honey is like helping them by cleaning the clutter in their house because they make more honey than they can use. They wont just stop working, keeping them in place is vital for their survival.
I’m just really tired of the lies about bees and if people protest against honey or beekeepers. I’m sure you’ve all seen the posts about how most of our produce and plants will go away. They need us as much as we need them.
Also note, 75% of honey in grocery stores is just a weird sugar substitute in a form that replicates honey. So if you want to support the bees, please pay attention to what you buy!
Sorry if this turns people off, but this is very important to me and one of the only places I can actually get word out. I’m very blessed to have you all with me and once I’m all settled I will do that giveaway I was talking about with stim toys! Thanks for listening <3
okay since some people don’t get it, i’m going to spell it out very clearly for you: i do not want bts to attend billboard music awards because they will not be treated with the respect they deserve.
u KNOW they’re going to be be subject to all this racist bullshit bc they’re in a foreign country and a culture they don’t know, which makes for perfect slander material for everything they do. i don’t want them to go through what people like me, whose parents immigrated here and therefore had no way to connect their children to “classic american” outlets of western culture, or those who are of east-asian descent in general, have to go through every day. and i have the privilege to be an american citizen who is fluent in english.
kpop is impactful to me. it’s not just something “exotic and fun” that i can call myself special for just bc i listen to it instead of typical western pop. i never have & never will see any kpop group as a facet of music, albeit international. yes, i understand the faults w an industrialized music market, but non-asians (specifically white people, please know your place in this discussion) don’t always understand what it feels like to be able to see someone who looks like you become a celebrity and fucking excel at it.
growing up, i used to watch mulan every single day bc the main character was chinese. she was the ONLY way i could find myself in mass media bc i had never seen someone who was “famous” on television w/o them being portrayed in a racist manner or were a side character with a stereotypical personality. i have never been a main character. i have never seen myself get to be the hero. i was always the ching chong ling long, opium smuggler, too-many-teethed, slanted-eyed, flat-nosed, single braided, yellow skinned savage who was either blindly submissive or violent to our White Lead Main Character.
but then? to experience a world where asian idols were the ONLY celebrities there shook me to the core. nobody was white. nobody spoke english. it was all made in korea and the people looked like me and oftentimes came from my country and it was liberating to know that i could maybe achieve something the way all the idols have and when it started to spread it was like people were looking at us differently bc now everyone knows what we can do and have to pay attention to us outside of 4.0GPAs and acceptance into stanford and piano playing prodigies.
i don’t want bts to go to the bmmas because they’re going to be subject to the world i live in. i’ve never owned bts or claimed to know what’s best their group or ever once believed they need me, as a fan, to baby them and prevent them from experience the world in all its flaws, but i’m deadass scared of the shit they’ll get solely for showing up at billboard. again, i don’t know bts and they will never know me, but just know that i’m sorry anyway.
15 with Cole from the prompts + Can you
write 15 with Cole ❤?
Prompt: “Are you seriously horny right now?”
Warnings: Swearing, mention of smut, Half-assed
Word Count: 740
Characters: Cole Sprouse, Dylan Sprouse,
Matthew Sprouse (mentioned)
Authors Note: So, this isn’t even really bad
smut, it’s just the first ‘sexual’ scene I have written and I’m so sorry if it’s
crap. But I intend to get better. ;)
You were currently seated
at the breakfast bar in Cole’s parent’s house, your chin resting in your hand
as you watched Cole prepare some cupcakes for the celebration of Cole’s dad’s
birthday. Dylan was originally supposed to prepare it all, but he stated to
Cole he just wanted to lounge around and play Pokémon, so Cole was pushed into
the kitchen and here you were, watching the beauty that was in front on you,
and quite frankly, turning you on.
He wasn’t even doing
anything to turn you on, really. He was just being him, and that honestly made
you so flustered. You didn’t know what to do about it, you just had to sit
there and deal with it. Maybe it was the way his hair fell over his face. His
brown shirt hugging his figure, the sleeves pushed up, showing his forearms.
“What are you staring
at?” Cole looked at you, the electric mixer still in his hands as he whisked
the batter, looking at you with a smile on his lips. You sat up straight,
shaking your head. “Nothing. You’re just really pretty.” You grinned, hopping
off the stool and making your way around the counter, your shoulder brushing
against his as you opened the refrigerator, pulling out a can of diet Coke and
grabbing a glass. You opened the can, pouring half of the drink into the glass
and sliding Cole the can, your hand brushing against his bum as you walked back
to wear you were sitting.
“You’re a bit cheeky,
aren’t you?” Cole laughed a little, adding some chocolate chips to the cake
mixture and mixed them in. He pulled out the cupcake tin and some cupcake
wrappers. After organising the tin, he looked up at you, seeing you playing
with your bralette strap, and he finally worked it out.
“Are you seriously horny right now?” He quietly exclaimed, looking at you with
slightly wide eyes. “It’s not my fault!” You whined, a pout on your lips. “I
can’t help that you’re gorgeous and my body reacts in a way that is completely inappropriate
in this situation!” You huffed, taking a sip of the Coke and running your
fingers through your hair.
Cole sighed, pouring the
mixture into the wrappers. He was silent the whole time, chewing on his lip. As
soon as he had put the several cupcake tins in the oven and set the timer, he
looked at you, his eyes grazing over your body. “What am I going to do with you?”
He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. You could almost see the cogs
working in his brain.
“How are the cakes
coming along?” Cole heard his twin brother barge into the kitchen, his hand
resting on Cole’s shoulder as he looked between the two of you. “You two in the
midst of an argument?” Dylan wondered, chewing on the toothpick that was
between his teeth.
“She’s fucking horny,
Dyl!” Cole blurted out and your jaw dropped.
“Cole!” You had exclaimed,
looking between the twins. You had covered your face, letting out a quiet groan
as you heard Dylan laugh. “Just take her upstairs and I don’t know, have a
quickie or something.” Dylan suggested before grabbing your glass of Coke,
throwing the pair of you a wink.
“I can’t believe you
told Dylan I was horny.” You gasped as Cole’s hands worked his way to your bra
clasp, lips on your neck as he undid your bra, lips on your jawline. “I’m
sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t know he was going to cover for us though.” Cole’s
hand made its way under your shirt and his fingers gently pinched your nipple,
rolling the bud between his index finger and thumb.
You let out a quiet
moan, hands tugging at his hair as he pulled your shirt over your head,
throwing it to the ground, along with your bra. Cole was quick to work on
unbuttoning your skinny jeans, but was interrupted by a continuous knock on the
“You might wanna check
on your cupcakes, buddy. And Nonna is looking for you and (Y/N) so you might
wanna finish whatever you two are doing.” Dylan laughed as you let out a whine,
pulling on your bra and shirt, buttoning your jeans back up.
“This is all your fault.”
Cole pointed at you, a smirk on his lips.
A/N: I got this really (!) cool request not long ago and I just felt like writing it! Thank you to the person who sent it in. I feel like this turned out to be one of the purest imagines I have ever written.
know, can I?” Dan was smirking and cockily looking up at the teacher. She
seemed perplex and instead of answering she just handed him a detention slip.
really care instead he enjoyed that he made the whole class laugh. He felt like
he was glowing as Mrs Hammersmith was evilly glaring at every student that
couldn’t hold in their laughter.
And then he
heard her, the girl that sat in the middle of class right in front of him. He’d
been staring at her back all semester but not once had he heard her talk. Okay,
maybe she had answered a question that she was asked, but she never said more
at this moment he could clearly hear her giggle at his comment and he had never
heard anything that beautiful. It was light and so genuine.
never really noticed her before. She was just there. Nobody ever payed
attention to her and that was what she wanted. She didn’t want to be noticed
but ever since Dan heard her giggle he couldn’t stop noticing her.
bell rang every student quickly sprinted outside. Everybody seemed to hate English
Literature taught by Mrs Hammersmith, but Y/N didn’t. She liked the books her
teacher gave the class to read and she’d spent nights devouring them. Still she
didn’t say much during class even though she knew all the answers. Y/N just
didn’t feel like she needed the attention unlike the boys who sat right behind
up her school bag and notebook as she followed everyone outside.
“Get out of
the way!” She heard somebody shout, seconds later she felt a hard shoulder hit
guy was chasing his friend through the hallway. He didn’t pay enough attention
to his surroundings to see Y/N walking right in front of him. The two of them
collided. She was pushed against a stranger’s locker and dropped everything she
was carrying. Her notebook hit the floor with a loud thud as the loose pieces
of paper she stored in there scattered all over the floor.
didn’t even say anything he was long gone when Y/N got up again.
like you need help.”
watched his friend Joe chase Carter, another friend of his, down the hallway.
At first, he laughed because he knew that Carter must have done something
really stupid, but then he saw Joe run into the quiet girl from class.
nervously. Before she could tell the brown-haired boy that ‘it’s okay’ he had
already started picking up her notes and scribbles.
worry about it. I’m Dan by the way.” He showed her his friendliest smile. She
smiled back as soon as she saw his dimples. Y/N recognized him as the guy who
sat behind her in English Lit.
Dan was surprised
that her voice wasn’t all quiet. It just sounded very clear.
She bent down
next to him to help him pick up her papers. Dan gathered as many as he could
and couldn’t stop himself from taking a quick glance at them before he handed
handwriting wasn’t as neat as he had expected it to be. It was rather messy but
he could still make out a few words. It didn’t look like anything school related.
that Dan took a look at her notes. She had just scribbled song lyrics and poems
down and she was sure he couldn’t even read what it said.
for helping me.”
welcome. I’m sorry that Joe pushed you over.” Dan nervously laughed a little.
He didn’t really want this conversation to end, but he had nothing else to say.
worry about it. It wasn’t on purpose.”
you around?” Dan asked her, hoping that they would get the chance to talk to
each other again.
so.” Y/N answered.
never talked to each other before. In fact, she didn’t talk much. Dan was one
of the loud boys in the back of class, so Y/N was understandably a bit confused
by his sudden…interest?
had said their byes they walked off in different directions. Dan couldn’t stop
himself from turning around again and staring at her back that was moving away
she?’ he silently asked himself and he didn’t find an answer.
was the quiet and shy girl that sat in front of him in class, but who was she
needed to find out.
stopped thinking about her once after that incident. He even subtly asked his
friends about her, but most of them didn’t even knew what girl he was talking
time he walked into English class he had a weird feeling in his stomach region. He
wasn’t feeling sick though, he was excited? nervous even?
already waiting for class to start in her assigned seat as always. A part of
her face was hidden behind a strand of her hair as she was drawing little
butterflies next to some of her notes.
walked past her seat she glanced up at him for a second, their eyes met and
then she quickly looked down again.
the chair behind her and as soon as the bell rang Mrs Hammersmith started with
her lesson. It was not unusual that Dan didn’t listen to whatever she said but
normally it was because he’d be joking around with his friends.
the reason this time. This time he was thinking about the colour of Y/N’s eyes
and how he had never seen more beautiful ones.
Hammersmith started handing out new books for everybody to read and most of the
class groaned as she did so.
Y/N on the
other hand curiously examined the title and cover of the book as soon it was
handed to her. After every student was given a copy of the book Mrs Hammersmith
raised her voice.
“I want you
to do presentations on this novel.” She announced and again the class groaned.
the teacher then added and seemed to cheer up most of her students.
however, quickly raised her hand.
was even asked to speak, Mrs Hammersmith answered her question.
Y/L/N you can’t do the presentation on your own. You’ll need to find a partner.”
slowly sank in defeat.
“I can be
student in this class seemed to turn around to stare at Dan. Their eyes were
nearly grouching out of their socket as they couldn’t believe that he had volunteered
to pair up with the girl nobody noticed.
had turned around to face him. He was shooting her a grin and shrugged his
shoulders as if he were saying ‘why not?’.
She simply nodded, agreeing to do this project
After class had ended Dan quickly followed Y/N
do you want to meet up?” Dan asked her, scratching the back of his neck.
think you can finish the book until Friday?” she asked him, eying the novel she
was now carrying on top of her notebook. It was pretty thin, she would probably
read it in one go tonight.
positively said although it would probably take him a while since he wasn’t
really into reading that much.
we can meet up Friday after school. My place?” She wanted to know.
great.” Dan smiled at her, already looking forward to Friday.
As the day
of days had finally came Dan was unable to concentrate on anything in class or
listen to anything his friends said. The only thought he was able to think was ‘I’m
going to see Y/N today’.
stayed up until way past his usual bed time in order to finish the book. He was
busy all week and didn’t have the chance to read it, but he would’ve done
anything to finish it.
last lesson on Friday he nearly jumped up from his seat, he didn’t even say
goodbye to Joe or Carter, he walked out of the building straight away to wait
for Y/N in the parking lot.
surprise, she was already waiting for him right next to the entrance. What Dan
didn’t know was that she was just as excited as him.
greeted him and Dan’s heart swelled with happiness at the simple word.
he greeted her back and as she started walking he just followed her.
“We need to
take the bus.” She explained as they made their way to the bus stop.
minutes later Dan sat in a bus that was driving in the opposite direction to
where his house was.
next to each other but didn’t talk much. Still, it wasn’t an awkward kind of
silence between them. It just felt normal.
had told Dan where to get off they walked a few metres until they had reached
her house. She got the keys from her bag and unlocked the front door.
are at work. How do you feel about ordering something for lunch?” Y/N asked the
brown-haired boy that kept looking around the house.
perfect to me.” Dan exclaimed, only now noticing how hungry he was.
his shoes and jacket off before grabbing his bag again and waiting for her to
tell him what to do.
“My room is
upstairs.” She explained before she ran up the stairs on her tip toes. Just
that simple act made him grin.
her and as he entered her room his mouth hung open. There were Green Day
posters and lyrics plastered all over her walls. There was even a drum kit in
the back of her room.
at her with wide eyes as he noticed the stacks of video games next to her TV.
He had played and loved most of them, but he saw some that he didn’t even know
“There is a
sequel to The Last of Us?” he asked her flabbergasted, picking up the game from
where it was lying next to her PS4.
out yesterday. I pre-ordered it. It’s so much better than I had expected it to
be, and my expectations were high!” She excitedly exclaimed and Dan was taken
aback by how passionate she was about it and how vigorous her voice sounded.
wandered through her room for a while as he took in all the tiny details and
eyes landed on Y/N again and he couldn’t help but stare at the girl nobody but
him noticed. And boy, they all missed out on something.
you?” he asked her with a smile, not being able to read her.
No. Back in my take-all-the-drugs days there wasn’t any such thing (though I think people hot-knifed hash and stuff, similar concept with a less rigorously controlled product I guess), and now I wouldn’t really want to, as my understanding of dabbing is “it gets you completely cockroach-on-its-back-with-its-legs-up wasted,” which is a condition I no longer seek out. I also note that dabbing is something with a pretty high (sorry) entry fee & with a lot of possible associated expenses – fancy dab rigs with quartz nails, fumed glass, etc etc., I’m a father of two, fumed glass crystal skull dab rigs are probably not in my future. // nb I know this q is probably “wouldn’t it be hilarious if John Darnielle dabbed” but when you’re on the receiving end of a q like that you can either answer it earnestly or not answer, those are basically the options and my “be earnest” record is pretty well-documented!
Could you maybe write a drabble for ConnorxEvan, where they are going on their first date and both boys have no idea how to properly do the dating thing? Please and thank you!!
leeets do this (i literally just said this out loud oh my god) evan x connor is the reason i breathe
love these boys!! so much!! tree bros!! (i also added in a mention of alana/zoe cause i am starting to ship them)
“So…” The word hung between the two awkwardly, the tension thick. Evan’s face was a light pink color, what seemed to be a permanent blush.
The ice cream parlor was nearly empty, apart from the family in the corner, and the two boys sitting at a high table near a window. The parlor was cold due to the air conditioning, but even in September, the weather was still quite hot. Connor briefly wished that he hadn’t worn his standard all black outfit, but remembered what Zoe said. “Don’t act any different than you usually would- but also don’t be a douche. Just be the good version of yourself. You don’t want to change yourself on the first date, because he said yes to you because he likes you as you.” Even though half of that didn’t make sense, Zoe has been sucessfully dating Alana for a few months now, so she must know what she is saying. So Connor wore his standard black jacket, black shirt, and black jeans.
“You like trees?” Connor finally said a few moment too late. Connor internally cursed himself the moment he spoke. You like trees? How much more lame can you get?
Any regret over choice of words dissipated when Evan’s face lit up. Connor made a mental note. Evan really likes trees.
“W-well, I did a internship over the summer-” Evan started talking quickly, probably the loudest that Connor had ever heard him speak, but cut himself off. His face became even more pink, borderline red now. “Sorry, you probably don’t want to hear this.” At this, Connor frowned. He leaned across the (slightly sticky) table and made direct eye contact with Evan, observing how flustered the other boy got from that.
“Evan, I asked you out cause I want to know more about you. Now, I know nothing about dating, let alone first dates, but if talking about trees makes you happy, I beg of you, please talk about trees.” As Connor finished his little speech, he leaned back in his seat. Evan looked slightly shocked, but he smiled and looked down at his ice cream. “Now, Evan Hansen, could you please tell me everything about your internship with trees?”
“O-okay.” Evan said quietly. He shot a quick glance back up Connor, and looked down before he started talking again. “Over the summer,”
Connor took another bite of his ice cream as he watched Evan become more animated. Yeah, he made the right choice by asking Evan out.
Summary: 4. “I don’t even see your face, Red.”
6. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too!?”
35. “I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you.”
You and Jason are best friends, but what you don’t know is at night you are rivals.
Note: (Y/A) = your alias
You ring the doorbell and wait. A pack of bear was in your one hand and a bag of fast food in the other.
Your back was aching from last nights fighting, your shoulder was throbbing still and you just really wanted to see your best friends and do normal things.
Red Hood had interfered in your businesses again and this time you just couldn’t let him get away with it.
The problem was that he was skilled and if it wasn’t for your body amour your collarbone would be shattered now.
He opened and his face softened up immediately.
Jason’s eyes were two pale blue crystals, sparkling and shimmering as they looked into yours.
He seemed tired, though. That was nothing new to you since he did all the time.
“That’s exactly what I need,” he said with a small grin tugging on his lips and pulled you in a quick hug, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulder.
“What happened?” The softness was wiped from his face, now replaced with alertness and concern.
You walked in and sat on the couch. “I got up at night and ran right into a wall. You know me.” You hated lying to him, but Jason would freak out if he knew what you did at night. He was overprotective through and through.
Jason frowned, noticing something was off about your statement. He decided to not dwell on it and believe you.
You were his best friend, his soul mate, you would tell him what really happened if there was the need to.
Jason knew you hated to worry him.
You laid your head on his shoulder and he took a sip of the beer. “If you want we can just go to bed and sleep some more. I’m tired.”
“That’s why they call us friendship goals.” He chuckled and grabbed you, carefully throwing you over his shoulder.
You giggled and your insides tingled at how effortlessly he did it.
Jason carried you to his bed and carefully laid you down.
It was a good choice to wear sweatpants after all.
You loved his bed. The smell of him lingering in the sheets. This musky, fancy cologne scent which was almost like a drug that calmed you down and made your heart race all at once.
He wrapped his arms loosely around you and you let him devour you entirely.
It wasn’t weird to cuddle. You and Jason actually did it quite often. It was just platonic.
Well, Jason wished it wouldn’t be, but he could never tell you.
He was already scared you would just leave one day due to his moods, he won’t give you more reasons.
You put the last guy out and felt a shift in the air. Your turn around and were able to duck from Red Hood’s punch in the last second. “From behind?! That’s hell of an asshole move.” Your mask was changing your voice, making it come out darker.
“I said stay out of my business!” He growled.
“No? I was the one telling you!” You yell back frustrated. Was he too stupid to just back off. “Go to another part of town, asshole! This one is mine!”
You got ready to fire your grappling gun, getting out of there, but Red Hood grabbed you by the throat and pinned you against the nearest brick wall. Your tiptoes just barely touched the ground.
“Listen, I have people in this part of town I need to keep save,” he said in a low voice.
“So do I.”
It all would be much easier if you’d knew you were talking about each other.
“We get along or you back off!” He tightened his grip.
You laughed darkly. “Is this supposed to scare me?” Your eyes mentioned down to his hand on your throat.
“What? Is it turning you on?” You could hear the frown, knowing you achieved what you wanted. He was irritated.
“I don’t even see your face, Red.” You grinned. He was standing too close, not noticing and you could kick him right in the balls with your knee. Yes, it was an asshole move.
Red Hood let go of you and you grabbed him by the neck of his leather jacket and smashed him head first into the brick wall.
You heard his helmet shatter, but before you could do anything else you felt a knife slice through your shoulder and pin into the wall behind you.
“Ah!” You shouted in pain and squeezed your eyes shut.
“You know what I like about shoulder wounds?”
Your eyes tear open and your face got pale. “Jason,” you said in a gasp. The pain was forgotten, pushed to the background. Your stomach crunched.
“Okay, what?” He was like frozen.
“Oh, my god.” You looked at one of his pale blue eyes. Your mind was racing and now pieces were falling together and you couldn’t understand how you never noticed.
“Lady, what are yo– (Y/N).”
You pulled your mask off, breathing heavily.
“Oh, god.” He let his guard down completely and pulled the remaining helmet off his face, dropping it on the ground. “(Y/N). Oh.” He looked at the knife sticking in your shoulder and panic floated his body. “Oh, god. I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you. Oh, shit.” He pulled it out, carefully, but quickly.
You hissed in pain and sank to your butt, staring at him.
Jason got something out and put it on the wounds. You figured it made the bleeding stop.
Then he sat beside you and silence took over for a long moment.
He was the first to speak again. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too?” It was beyond him how he couldn’t notice. He should have today. Your shoulder was hurting because Red Hood hit (Y/A) there yesterday night.
You just nodded. “And you? Did you mean it?”
“That I’m sorry?” He met your eyes. He was freaked out. “Hell, yes I am.”
“No.” Your face softened. “That you love me?”
He considered his options. He could deny it, say it was meant in a platonic way or tell the truth.
But he couldn’t loose you. He wouldn’t survive that.
Jason opened his mouth, but you spoke first. “I love you.”
His face moved forward, saying “excuse me, did I hear right?” without moving his lips.
You moved forward and peaked his lips once. “I love you, Jason.” You repeated, looking up in eyes that seemed to race over your face, trying to make sense of your words and actions. You knew it was risky, but it would come out sooner or later.
His face relaxed and he moved towards you and kissed you passionately. His lips moved against yours until they were swollen and numb.
Jason’s hand was resting on the back of your neck, making electricity run through your body.
The pain in your shoulder was barely there in that moment.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N), Cara (OFC)
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Summary: Dean hurts himself and takes on physical therapy where he meets the Reader.
Warnings: AU, Fluff.
Word Count: 2K-ish
Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for @dancingalone21‘s challenge- “Lau’s AU Funny Quite Challenge”. My quote is bolded in the fic. I just want to say I am soooo damn sorry for being late on this. I’ve been having a hectic life lately. I’m sorry for the lateness of this fic. I hope you guys like it nonetheless. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy! *hides face*
**Special thanks to Ree @neversatisfiedgirl for taking the time to beta this for me. You really are a life saver, Ree. Thank you**
I didn’t think my life would get so interesting…so fast. I had woken up at approximately 4:30am, thanking the heavens above that it was Friday. It had been a long and stressful week and the weekend couldn’t get here fast enough.
But alas, I was here. And I couldn’t be happier.
The morning went as per usual. I got my Starbucks, drove to work an hour early, so I waited in the parking lot, sipping on my venti Double Chocolate Chip Frap. It was a peaceful morning…until a slightly harsh tap against my window stopped it abruptly.
Request: Could you do a Bucky x reader where the avengers are playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to give Bucky a lap dance since he’s never had one and the reader gets really embarrassed because she thinks he doesn’t like her since Bucky never really talks to her but he’s actually secretly in love with her?
Summary: Basically what the request its; you give Bucky a lap dance and you get embarrassed ;)
Warnings: Fluff and kinda angst ?
A/N: I love doing requests! Also, if I don’t get to yours right away it’s most likely because I’m busy with homework / I’m doing research for the request. I finished my homework for today so I have some free time hence why I’ve been basically bleeding these fanfictions. Enjoy!
Description: When you feel insecure about your relationship with Jeff, your boyfriend asks you to prom.
I asked who you would like to see a prom imagine with, and the wonderful @youknowimgayright said Jeff would be a good idea. :)
This is part one my Jeff Prom Series.
You had had a rough day; your partner for your history project never showed up for your work session; on your Spanish test, you got the worst grade you had ever received in your life; and your boyfriend, Jeff had been really distant lately, so you didn’t know what to do or who to go to for help.
“(Y/N)!” your best friend, Sheri called. “Have you gotten your prom dress yet?”
“I don’t think I’m going, Sher,” you sighed.
“What do you mean? It’s prom! Everyone’s going!”
“Jeff hasn’t asked me, and I don’t think he even wants to go.”
“That’s ridiculous. Of course, he wants to go.”
“Prom is in a week; I think he would have asked me by now.”
“You never know, (Y/N).”
You sighed and walked to your locker as your phone buzzed. It was a text from Jeff, the first one in a few days.
Can I meet you at Monet’s?
You replied with a short Okay.
You knew he was busy with baseball, and he was trying to raise his grades so that he didn’t get cut from the team. You just wished that somehow you were a part of his priority list because it really didn’t feel like it anymore. All your friends’ boyfriends had asked them to prom, and you felt like the odd one out because Jeff hadn’t asked you yet.
You walked to Monet’s and sat at a table by the window. You glanced over the coffee bar, and saw that Skye was working. You smiled at her, and she half smiled back at you. You glanced back at your hands on the table and heard someone walk in. You looked up to see Jeff walk up to the bar. You saw him talk to Skye, and she laughed at something he said. You loved that about him, that he was able to connect with people within seconds of talking to people. He met you at the table a few minutes with your favorite order, peach tea. It was always your go to de-stresser, and Jeff knew that.
“Hey, babe,” he mumbled.
“Hey,” you mumbled.
“I got you something,” he said as he put the mug in front of you. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been around lately.”
“I know…it’s baseball season, gotta keep your grades up and play-”
“None of that’s important if I don’t get to spend time with you.”
“Don’t say that. You love baseball. You’ve been playing before we even met.”
“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he said. “Look, you know I’m not good a writing, so…Clay kinda helped me with my words…I didn’t use unique too many times according to him,” he mumbled. He slid a note across the table.
I am really sorry. I know I need to stop making excuses and spend more time with you. I don’t want you to think that baseball or school is more important to me than you are because they aren’t. I might not play baseball my entire life, but I’d like to think I’ll get to be with you for that long. (Fingers crossed.) You are so unique, wonderful, and beautiful. I know I’ve been a shit boyfriend, but I really want to make it up to you, so I asked you to come here. We always come here before our dates, and I know you come here when you’re stressed. The following is super cheesy, I’m sorry.
I like coffee, and you like tea; will you go to prom with me?
You looked up at him. “I can’t believe you wrote this for me,” you whispered. “I thought you thought love notes were cheesy.”
“They are, but for you I’d be the cheesiest person ever if it made you smile. Did you see my semicolon?”
“I did! And you only used unique once! I’ll treausre this forever,” you laughed. “I really will, Jeff.”
Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out
Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3
Summary: AJ finds out that the reader has never had an orgasm, due to a drunken game of never have I ever. And then he has his mind set on changing that as quickly as possible.
Warnings: smut, profanity?
Authors note: This may be absolute garbage but I really wanted to write this because it’s AJ motherfucking Styles. And I know for sure @llowkeys would very much like anything AJ related so yeah, sorry if it’s terrible honey…
I also wanted to make this so that the reader was quite a bit younger than AJ, I don’t know why but I imagine getting it on with someone older is so much hotter than banging someone your own age or a couple of years older than you.
Sorry if this is quite a long fic, I ramble when I’m nervous. I am officially exhausted and I needed this fic to be finished, so don’t be shocked if theres some mistakes or if it’s written badly. Plus the fic is long overdue.
whoa hey hi it’s me, that annoying asshole u probably don’t remember following. I’m taking commissions!
I’m not in dire need at the moment, I’ll be honest. I am trying to save up though, and since this is the only way I can really make money… If you wanna help me out or just.. really want something in particular drawn, feel free to check out my info page to see what I’m willing to do, and/or hmu with a direct message so we can discuss stuff.
Also, please note that I am understanding of the fact that many of you can’t, you don’t need to apologize to me for that, but reblogging this post n stuff to let other people know would be super helpful <3