I’m not sure my job could get any more fun. Discovered that dwarf mongoose enjoy popping bubbles.
This is the first time they received this enrichment- they weren’t sure what to think at first (especially because the machine makes a whirring noise) but then they got into it. Zookeeping win. Obviously mongoose would never see bubbles in the wild but this enrichment provides them with a novel, fun thing to watch and play with!
i love when drama leads are always “this person is rude and loud, and unlike anyone i’ve ever met before. what is this strange feeling?” like, that’s attraction buddy and you’re gonna be so fucking in love with this person in like 5 episodes
This is a list of korean dramas I have finished watching. I’m posting this list so I can keep track of which dramas I start/finish in 2016.
♦ Boys Over Flowers ♦ Flowerboy Next Door ♦ You’re Beautiful
♦ Playful Kiss ♦ Baby-faced Beauty ♦ To the Beautiful You ♦ Personal Taste ♦ Coffee Prince
♦ Prosecutor Princess ♦ Witch’s Romance ♦ Cunning Single Lady
♦ Master’s Sun
♦ Birth of a Beauty
♦ Emergency Couple
♦ I Hear Your Voice
♦ Kill Me, Heal Me
♦ I Order You
♦ Hello Monster/I Remember You
♦ Flower Boy Ramen Shop
♦ High Society
♦ Fated to Love You
♦ The Greatest Love
♦ It’s Okay That’s Love (2015)
♦ Sensory Couple
♦ Cheer Up!/Sassy Go Go (2015)
♦ She Was Pretty (2015) ♦ Noble, My Love (2015) ♦ Oh My Venus (2016) ♦ The Village: Achiara’s Secret (2016)
The year refers to the year which I finished the drama in. Some dramas don’t have dates as I don’t remember when I watched them. >.< Either I have a bad memory or 2015 was a good drama year.
i learnt Hangul through this website- it’s amazing; i learnt Hangul in a day but thats because i find picking up languages easy but anyway, this is site is simple and easy to understand.
for grammar or generally learning Korean i used/use how to study Korean & talk to me in Korean - Personally i find how to study Korean much easier to use (plus it comes with LOTS AND LOTS of vocabulary per lesson; and i find the lessons really enjoyable)
And for other vocabulary/phrases/slang/pronunciation watch K Dramas ; they’re fun, easy to understand (with subs of course) and they’re a good way to pick up words/phrases.
some dramas I’ve watched (and HEAVILY enjoyed) are…
I remember you
Who are you school 2013
Who are you school 2015
Sassy go go
What happens to my family
cheese in the trap
its okay thats love
oh my venus
and a lot more but they’ve gone off the top of my head lmao
I think ive read every single thing on this blog i love it so much!! Lol i was hoping i could get some senerios of the phantom thieves + mishima with a gamer s/o and trying to get there attention? Thank you!
I can’t believe you enjoy my blog so much, thank you! <3 This is such a cute and fun request, so I hope you don’t if I make it a little silly lol. Enjoy!
The tapping of game controller buttons wafted throughout Leblanc’s rustic attic like the beat of a drum, with S/O as the fervent instrumentalist, their brows furrowed with a determination and concentration that was to be aspired to, particularly when performing mundane tasks, those of which Akira was currently preoccupied with. He had been fumbling with lockpicks for hours now, and one can only reiterate the same assignment until ennui begins to creep its way into the consciousness, plaguing it like a thick fog. He geared his attention toward the single person whose very presence prevented his sanity from thoroughly dilapidating.
S/O was inhabiting a universe of their own, ignorant and blissfully unaware of their current surroundings.
“You seem to be having fun.” Akira rested his cheek upon his pal, with his elbow perched on his work-desk. As expected, he received no response, only the incessant sound of tapping buttons permeating his eardrums. His glistening onyx eyes softened at the sight of S/O tensed with such vigor. How adorable they appeared to him… truly, an exemplary target for the myriad of devious antics brewing in his mind. His lips curled in a smirk, the compulsion of teasing them too tempting to refuse.
“S/O…” Akira began, a solemn undertone in his baritone voice, “I need to tell you something.” Their subsequent grunt was likened to a neanderthal, and Akira firmly bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing. “I… think I’m pregnant.” He waited for their reaction with bated breath, but all that greeted his ears was another primal sound.
Shot down?! Akira thought, despondence slightly dampening his frivolous mood. Th-this is nothing… I welcome the challenge!
With a resolve that blazed like a wildfire in a parched wood, Akira sauntered to the couch that S/O was seated at and plopped down beside them, snaking his arms around their waist as he nestled his keen chin on their shoulder, his balmy breath fragrant with Arabica. His gaze was plastered on the luminescent TV screen, observing S/O’s gaming ability as he whispered commentary in a low, sensual cadence meant to imply suggestiveness.
“You like this, don’t you?” Akira couldn’t possibly have anticipated S/O tensing even further; alas, that is precisely what occurred, much to his satisfaction, and although they neglected to reply verbally, their body language had spoken volumes. He proceeded with his mischievous jesting after a pause, “You’re doing so good, babe…"
S/O was exceedingly conscious of his presence now, their sudden death streak and scathing scarlet cheeks serving as irrefutable evidence. Akira’s lips brushed their ear, his balmy sigh tickling it as his arms subtly constricted their waist, tugging them closer. “Your hands are almost as good as mi-”
In a foray of embarrassment, S/O promptly mashed their lips onto his conniving pair, thereby silencing his coquettish banter and causing his ebony orbs to widen with astonishment. When S/O reared back to survey his expression, an impressive ruby was painted over his once-pallid face, his mouth failing to provide a sufficient retort as it hung open.
This in turn provoked S/O’s cheeks to ignite like candle-flame as they exasperatedly exclaimed, “W-why are you embarrassed?! I guess you can dish it but you can’t it… anyway, what did you need?”
Akira feebly adjusted his glasses in an attempt to recover. “You’re pregnant.”
“I-I mean, I’m pregnant…!”
“That’s no possible! …Wh-who’s the parent?” The couple continued riffing off of one another, both exceptionally dedicated to their roles as they snuggled among their warmth, the video game long forgotten.
“Babe! Wouldja please tell me where my sweater is? I know you were wearin’ it the other day!”
Ryuji had scrutinized every nook and cranny of the bedroom in a flimsy endeavor to reunite with his favorite sweater; however, its existence had regrettably vanished, along with the blonde’s thinning patience as he redundantly called for S/O to no avail.
“Guess I’m not the only thief in this house,” Ryuji muttered, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants, his leg bouncing with suppressed frustration. The only solution to this predicament was to confront S/O directly, so he trudged off to commence his search for the notorious sweater burglar.
By no means was this the first instance of S/O pilfering his wardrobe - and to be fair, he often reciprocated the gesture, as he adored the familiar, pleasant fragrance that stained their clothes; he could only conjecture they felt the same as he - however, Ryuji had to draw the line, as the harsh bite of winter succeeded in permeating the air of the couple’s residence, and he certainly wasn’t about to tolerate it without the comfort of his favorite sweater.
Ryuji finally found them in the living room, intently engaged in a video game via TV, adorned with… the very sweater he had so thoroughly searched for. “You little…! I knew it.” Ryuji murmured, a trace of vexation in his voice.
Indeed, S/O seemed to be so devoted to their game that they had neglected to hear Ryuji boisterously speak next to their ear. “Hey, thief. Gimme my sweater back.” He tapped their ear as though it were a microphone. “Helloooo?”
“Quit it, I’m fighting an important boss and I’m so close to killing it,” they responded urgently, not even sparing a glance in his direction.
“Oh, I getcha…” With pure spitefulness driving his forthcoming action, he obstructed the view of the TV with his form, arms crossed as if he were a vitriolic parent. “You ready to pay attention now?”
The prominent flush that now dusted S/O’s cheeks was not the reaction he anticipated, and he stared at them with a questioning expression until they stuttered his name, their sight flitting to various areas of his body. The blonde glanced down and promptly noticed he overlooked the rationality of equipping himself with a shirt; as a result, the protruding muscles of his biceps and abdomen were fully exposed, with a keen V-shape peeking over his sweatpants.
“Oh shit, so that’s why it was so damn freezin’.” He glimpsed at S/O before pointedly reiterating, “I still want my sweater back, though. Give it.”
S/O swallowed the flustered lump in their throat as they broke out into a cold sweat, despite the crisp air around them. “W-wow, you’re so bold today, Ryuji.”
“…What are you thinkin’ in that messed up head of yours?” he sighed, stuffing his hands into his warm pockets once more prior to approaching S/O, bending at the waist to meet their gaze, the duo’s faces mere inches apart. “Are ya gonna give me my sweater, or am I gonna have to take it from ya?”
S/O began fanning their rosy face, their mind now set on teasing him as revenge for his interruption. “O-oh my, you have such a way with words…”
“Ugh, that’s it, I’m just gonna take it.” Ryuji knew better than to take their bait, as he had fallen victim to their shenanigans far too many instances throughout the years, and he had long since grown out of the bashfulness that took precedence at the start of his relationship with S/O. His hands dashed to the back of the sweater, feebly attempting to tug it up as S/O circled their arms around his bare waist, jerking him onto the couch as they cried, “Be gentle!”
“It ain’t like that, dammit…!” Ryuji quickly accepted his fate once S/O had wrapped their legs around his hips and began showering his face with playful kisses, giggling with child-like levity as they did so.
His body was completely still, compressed against theirs as they embraced him and spoke softly in his ear. “I can see why this is your favorite sweater, it’s warm and cozy, like you… sorry for taking it. You can have it back.”
The embarrassment that Ryuji thought he had rid himself of returned posthaste, heating the majority of his body as he begrudgingly lied, “Th-that ain’t gonna work on me… but I guess you can wear it, I-I’m not really cold anymore.”
“Yeah, you’ve always been pretty hot,” S/O agreed with an inflection of mischief.
“Why am I in love with such a freakin’ weirdo…? Must be cursed or somethin’.”
Despite his words, he uplifted himself to delicately press a kiss onto their forehead before snatching the nearby blanket and covering the two of them with it. The couple shortly dozed off while they whispered sweet nothings, and S/O happening upon the sudden realization that the sought-after sweater was actually theirs.
Yusuke was able to greatly empathize with S/O’s one-track mind as they indulged in their favorite pastime, as he does the same when he’s occupied with painting or sketching. As it so happened, he was actually engaged with painting for hours on end until he had just now concluded it, thus the fault rests partially on him pertaining to S/O’s blatant disregard for his presence as they wholly absorbed themself in their portable game console as a means of distracting themself as the artist worked; their lack of acknowledgment was even more understandable when he had considered the fact that he shooed them away rather dismissively while he was busy.
“S/O, I apologize for keeping you waiting for so long. Shall I begin the movie?” S/O ignored him almost entirely, save for the subtle pout that danced on their lips as they sunk further into their bean bag; although the couple had been monogamous for almost two years, that endearing pout never failed to stutter his swelling heart. As much as he’d love to admire them and ponder their splendor, he was well aware that he must rectify his earlier insensitivity. Therefore, he silently glided to S/O…
…and plopped right onto their lap.
“H-hey, what are you doing?!”
“Ah, it seems I’ve gotten your attention. To be honest, when Akira had instructed me to do this should I ever anger you, I was rather skeptical at first-”
“Y-Yusuke… your butt is digging into my thigh.” S/O uncomfortably wriggled underneath Yusuke, and he almost toppled off the bean bag chair had S/O not caught him at the last second, discarding their game system in order to do so. “Sorry!”
“Here, I’ll adjust my position a bit for your convenience.”
S/O shook their head in refusal. “It’s okay, I’ll spread my legs a little so you can sit too.”
Yusuke kissed their cheek with a fondness that could rival his adoration for art as snaked his lithe arms around their waist. “Your generosity knows no bounds, kitten.”
“It’s nothing… w-wait, I’m supposed to be ignoring you…!”
Yusuke chuckled triumphantly, his cadence registering in S/O’s ears like a euphoric melody as he explained, “Yes, it seems Akira was correct after all. Although next time I’ll be sure to wear a few more pairs of underwear for your comfort.”
S/O suppressed the loving smile that dared to threaten their lips and mustered their best neutral inflection as they offered, “I think you’ll need a few pillows.” The artist’s eyes widened at such a far-fetched idea, which was clearly intended to be taken sarcastically. And yet: “H-how innovative…! Yes, I shall strap all the pillows I can find to my rear if I must do this again. Well done, my dear.”
S/O couldn’t take it anymore; how could they possibly maintain a disdainful countenance when their beloved was vastly more precious than all the iridescent gems in the world? They abruptly lurched at him, ensnaring his shoulders with their arms as the duo plummeted on the carpeted floor, with S/O on top of Yusuke, pasting a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose. His arms were still wrapped around their waist, and his cheeks were kissed with a rosy-pink hue.
“…I forgive you.”
“No, that will not do, not without a proper apology. I’m sorry for my earlier impudence, and I will strive to be more attentive when you require it.”
“Yeah, me too. Let’s work on it it together, okay?” S/O’s subsequent smile was as brilliantly radiant as the morning sun, and the mirthful wink that followed their final word further twisted the arrow burrowed deep into his love-struck heart. His body moved of its own volition as he placed his palms on both of their cheeks for the purpose of descending their lips to his. After they parted, the couple flushed and averted their gazes as though they had just exchanged their first kiss, although neither of them were in any rush to alter their positions. The only commodity that motivated the two to stir was Sweeney Todd, which was the aforementioned movie Yusuke had borrowed from Haru.
As such, they spent the duration of the night snuggled on the couch together with a bowl of freshly made popcorn warming their legs, the accompaniment of various musical numbers echoing throughout the living room.
Mishima was so incredibly centralized on his own video games - intermittently diverting his attention toward screenwriting his Phantom Thief of Hearts documentary - naturally, he had no indication that S/O was additionally participating in the activity until he finally emerged from his office, his joints popping like firecrackers from the effort.
“Jeez, I’m not that old yet,” he murmured dejectedly, his mood already being soured due to the myriad defeats he had suffered while cooperating in a multiplayer online game.
Sometimes being a healer… is worse, he figured, his mind as gloomy as the dark circles shadowed under his bloodshot eyes. Mishima had really rather hoped S/O would be available, as he sought nothing more than the solace of their arms to nullify his ample rage and disappointment; alas, they were comfortably seated on a cushion in front of the TV, fully engrossed in their console game. He wordlessly sulked behind them and plummeted to the carpeted floor, lacing his arms around their waist as he pouted.
“I got my ass handed to me big time. Snipers show absolutely no mercy,” he mumbled to himself, since S/O certainly wasn’t listening. “Hey,” he complained, then promptly sighed. “Fine, ignore me… it doesn’t bother me one bit.”
Not even a minute passed when Mishima commenced rocking side-to-side like a metronome, chanting S/O’s name in a feeble attempt to draw their attention. “S/O, please love me. S/O, I’m an eighteen year old looking for a good time and I like long walks on the beach. S/O. Hey, S/O.” Mishima fragmented his sentences by plastering kisses on their neck, which certainly captured their attention as evidenced by their flustered countenance.
“Yuuki… you’re being ridiculous.”
“Sorry, I just need some comfort right now. Losing twenty-seven matches in a row really emasculates a guy.”
S/O shrugged as they pivoted their head away from him to conceal the playful smirk on their face. “Go take a long walk on the beach and have a good time.”
If it weren’t for his low spirits, Mishima would have laughed with the utmost amusement. “S/O… do you want me to die? Is this my punishment for taking the last yogurt cup you had?”
The entertainment in S/O’s eyes vanished entirely and was replaced by a cold, desolate void as they slowly turned toward their boyfriend. “…That was you?”
The sheer terror Mishima felt in his core nearly provoked the remainder of his spirits to astral project into another plane of existence. “C-crap…! Um, I-I’ll make it up to you, babe, promise.”
S/O narrowed their eyes at him before their emotionless facade shattered, reverting to their former levity as they proclaimed, “It’s okay, I was saving it for you anyway. I’ll get extra next time, in your favorite flavors.”
“…You’re an angel,” he commented softly, his eyes wet with bliss as he nuzzled S/O’s shoulder.
“Yuuki… are you crying?”
“That’s what happens when you look at the sun.”
“…Does that make you my moon?”
Mishima chuckled affectionately, fondly kissing their shoulder as he stated, “Yeah, I guess it does.”
Now that the whole school knows about Y/N and Peter, a lot of things change and they have to explain Ned what happened.
Words: ~ 1400
A/N:I accidentally just deleted this but luckily, I still had a copy! I’m so glad because I’m actually proud of this series. (Part 3 is almost finished!)
“Look… it’s not that we don’t want to be your friends anymore but-”
I rolled my eyes before I interrupted one of my so called friends, “You don’t need to end that sentence. It’s either you or Peter. I get it…”
I didn’t need to think about it for a long time. 3 seconds most. “I guess it’s good bye then.”, I mumbled, turning around and pushing my science book closer to my chest.
I slowly made my way through the big cafeteria, trying to hide my oncoming tears.
Sure, I could’ve just stayed with them but Peter would probably be a punching bag again if I did. Besides I finally had what I wanted. And I was happy to say that I was dating Peter.
Although, It hurt that my friends wanted me to decide. And it hurt that I wasn’t cool enough for them anymore. But that’s how highschool works, I guess.
But as soon as I saw Peter’s back facing me, his curly hair looking as cute as ever, I felt a smile forming on my face while he was talking to his best friend Ned.
“You’ve had a crush on her for months and now I hear it from Michelle? Because you didn’t tell me?”, Ned wanted to know, hysterically gesturing with his hands.
“Ned, it wasn’t… it’s complicated.”, Peter sighed and ran his right hand through his brown curls.
I was standing behind them by now, putting my book on the table and my right hand on his shoulder before leaning down to hug him from behind. “Hi, Peter.”
He had jumped slightly but melted into me when he heard my voice.
“Hi, Y/N.”, he smiled softly after I sat down next to him, his brown eyes staring into mine. I quickly cupped his face with my hands to press my lips on his, making him breathe in audibly. I felt shivers running down my back from this little kind of affection and smiled into the kiss before I pulled back.
This kiss may have lasted for a couple of seconds but for me it was already enough to release me from all the negative thoughts.
“I still have to get used to that.”, Peter chuckled and my eyes furrowed in confusion. “Huh?”
“Being able to kiss you. And not just… daydreaming about it.”, he admitted, nervously fiddling with his fingers with his eyes fixed on the empty plate in front of him.
My heart had skipped a beat because of his words. He was too precious for this world.
“You’re so cute.”, I wispered before my hand reached up, my fingertips brushing through the strands over his ear. Peter looked at me again, happiness being visible in his hazel eyes.
I saw Ned awkwardly eating the rest of his lunch, shifting on his seat, and Peter noticed it too. “Sorry, Ned.”, he said apologetically and Ned nodded before he gave us a smile.
“It’s okay. I am happy for you. But I don’t get why you didn’t tell me.”
Peter looked at me briefly, his hand finding mine under the table before he interwined our fingers. Peter opened his mouth to say something but I interrupted him, “You can’t tell anyone, Ned. Okay?”
Ned only nodded and Peter began to explain, “Remember that letter I wrote? Yeah, Flash found it and read it out loud. The whole hallway heard it and Y/N was there, too.”
“Flash was making fun of him and I was so pissed that Flash treated him that way, so I just kissed Peter. I wanted to prove Flash wrong and let him be the dumb one for once.”, I continued and Ned nodded while Peter was staring at me with this cute look.
“Ah, so you just act like a couple to annoy Flash!”, Ned said and I rolled my eyes.
“What? No, we’re not!”, Peter exclaimed but then turned his heads towards me with a worried expression on his face, “Or are we…?”
“Peter, we are dating.”, I chuckled and Peter sighed in relief, “In case you didn’t notice: I’m in love with you, you dork.”
Peter chuckled and looked at the table again, mouth open but no words came out and the corner of his mouth going up. He smiled at me, then looked at Ned and back at me. He was speechless.
“You’re still loosers.”, Michelle interrupted our conversation making Peter and Ned turn their head towards her, their faces expressing ‘What the fuck?’
“Just because you’re dating Y/N doesn’t mean you’re popular now.”, she claimed and Peter shrugged, obviously not caring about that. But I did. I cared that my friends didn’t want to hang out with me anymore.
“You okay?”, Peter whispered while Ned came up with a sassy comment. “Yeah, it’s nothing.”, I mumbled quickly, maybe too quickly.
Peter’s eyes seemed to look for the truth in my own eyes, he tightened his grib on my hand before his other hand brushed over my arm.
I felt safe with him and I enjoyed being able to show him my vulnerable side. But a room filled with teenagers wasn’t exactly the best place.
It seemed like Peter had read my mind, suddenly nodding slightly after my gaze wandered through the cafeteria. “You want to come over after school?”, he asked softly and my answer was a nod, followed by a smile.
The bell rang and I grabbed my book before I stood up, Peter and Ned doing the same.
Peter’s arms were wrapped around my neck only seconds later and I put my hands on his back.
This was our first real hug. I was awkwardly holding my book in one hand while people started to run around in the cafeteria, trying to get to their next period.
But still, this hug gave me the needed strength.
Peter’s warmth embraced me and I felt his hot breath against the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. My cheek was pressed against his collar bone and my face buried in his neck while his chin rested on my shoulder. This was the moment I realised that our bodies simply fitted together in the perfect way. He wasn’t much taller than me and that was perfect.
It felt like time froze, nothing mattered and that was perfect.
He loosened the hug to smile at me, his eyes fixed on my lips before he pecked them.
“Peter, we gotta go.”, Ned reminded him and he blushed slightly as he nodded, giving me a reassuring smile before he and Ned went the other way.
“You’re one lucky guy.”, I heard Ned say and I chuckled as I watched them doing their handshake.
But Peter didn’t leave the cafeteria without turning around again and slightly waving at me.
After what felt like years the bell rang and school was finally over.
I packed all of my stuff in my backpack before swinging it over my shoulder and entering the hallway.
I was thankful for all the pupils that minded their own business and rolled my eyes at those who stared at me.
Me and Peter dating was like a big impossibility that somehow still happened and nobody seemed to understand what made it happen.
Peter already stood at the front entrance of our school, waiting for me impatiently. A smile formed on his face when he saw me, approaching him and he instantly took my hand in his when I stood in front of him.
“Hey.”, he chuckled before he pressed a kiss on my lips and I greeted him too.
We hadn’t seen each other since lunch but it seemed like an eternity and Peter started rambling about his day almost immediately.
The entire train ride to his home I couldn’t help but stare at his face, admiring him and loving the way he couldn’t stop talking about his favorite movies.
He also told me that he recently found a dvd player and started doing - I already forgot what it was but I was totally amazed by his knowledge.
I had almost forgot about telling my parents about my spontaneous trip to Peter and sent them a message so they wouldn’t worry.
Not hating but personally i strongly dislike ushioi only bc oikawa and iwachan hate him like why would i want to ship my fave character with his rival lol
Well, strongly disliking something might not equal hating, but sending me this out of the blue.. kinda does. I mean, why did you do that? Okay, UshiOi is not your cup of tea, that’s cool, but it’s mine, you know? Why’d you go out of your way to tell me that? You knew that it would only upset me.
I might be getting you wrong, but since you put this as a rhetorical question it definitely doesn’t feel like you’re asking me about my opinion on UshiOi in order to understand what’s appealing about it to me. If I’m wrong, correct me, but to me this is not what a friendly ask from a curious anon who’s interested in what I have to say looks like.
Moreover, I’m sorry, but you definitely shouldn’t be allowed to use strong words like “hate” because you clearly can’t handle them. There might be a million parallel universes, but in none of them Oikawa and Iwaizumi actually hate Ushijima. This is a shounen manga; it’s sports and school and comedy and deals with relationships between high school students who are passionate about volleyball. There are friendships and rivalries, jealousy, happiness, euphoria, disappointment, and whatever else, but there isn’t anything that could truly be called hate.
A rivalry doesn’t equal hate, and actually having rivals can be a very healthy thing and is also pretty essential for the players’ development in competitive sports. There’s a lot more I could say about this, but I’m sorry, I don’t feel lke you’d care, and this is something that feels so obvious to me, I don’t feel like writing a long text about this.
Also, you do know that the rivals-to-lovers trope is actually a very, very popular one? People ship their favourite characters with their rivals all the time and for a lot of reasons. If you don’t, once again, that’s cool, but please don’t bother anyone who does with your negativity.
Let’s play a game. It goes like this… Stop stalking
and harassing Skam cast when they clearly gave notice they don’t wish to be
bothered. Stop waiting for Tarjei and David in front of their school.
Just because Tarjei is smiling doesn’t
mean he is comfortable doing it. Do not call him rude or ungrateful and guilt
trip him for not wanting to take pictures or talk to you. Today he wanted to
leave and he was basically forced into meeting fans??? Do you not see the
problem? You actually think it’s not disturbing when you go after him two days
in a row? Also I’m sorry but same people waiting for Henrik after he just
came back? Not creepy at all?
I know you all get excited when you get
new content but please consider the circumstances. And if you already get
pictures with them don’t expose them on every fucking social media and
encourage people to do the same. That’s chill?
Woo! First fic for @hamwriters write-a-thon down! This idea came to me after searching for a ton of different AUs to work with. Now to finish up my GWash/Trans!Reader fic, then work on my femslash fic for the write-a-thon! Please enjoy!
Warnings: Alcohol, some swearing at the end, Lafayette’s full name (like w o a h), and New Years in case anyone has bad experiences with New Years!
Word count: 1514
Grabbing your third glass of cold, cheap champagne for the night, you laugh at a joke that Hercules had just told that wasn’t even funny. He seemed so enthusiastic about it that you couldn’t help it, but even sober, you couldn’t comprehend the punchline or how it was supposed to work out to be as funny as everyone made it sound like it was. You take a sip and walk off, trying to find the person who had dragged you here in the first place, Lafayette.
What’s It Like to Get High? (Harry Styles Imagine)
Summary: You and Harry get high together.
Requested: yes, requested as a blurb, turned into imagine
Warnings: drug use, bad boy Harry styles
A/N:It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written a Harry Styles imagine, but with the new album out, and getting my album photo album a few days ago, I’m getting all the Harry feels.
”What It Like to Get High? (Harry Styles Imagine)
“What’s it like to be high?” You ask Harry out of the blue. Harry looks at you with a confused but an amused look at you random question.
“Interested in smoking?” He asks.
“Just curious.” You say shrugging your shoulders. “Never tried it, and always wondered what it was like.”
“Well”, Harry says pulling you closer to his side, resting his head on top of yours, while you are snuggled into his side, “it’s mostly relaxing. I enjoy it once in a while, you just have to make sure you smoke with the right people at the right time.”
“What do you mean by ‘the right people’ and ‘at the right time’?” You ask sitting up turning to him concerned.
“Well, for example, I’ve found it’s dangerous to smoke when you’re sad, because it mellows you down even more, and thoughts pop into your head. And, you want to be with good people that if anything does happen, that will take care of you, and who you can trust. Especially when you’re buying. You don’t want to buy from someone who will lace it, or screw you over by giving you less for more.” Harry explains truthfully.
“But” he continues as he sees concern fill your face, “the times I’ve smoked, I’ve had good experiences. It’s relaxing, and chain smoking is almost like cool to get close with people. But smoking, it’s not for everyone. If you want to smoke, if you’re careful, then do it, and if you don’t want to smoke, that’s cool too. You have to do what you really want to do, not what others want you to do.” He says looking into your eyes knowing you are a people pleaser.
“Can I smoke with you?” You ask.
“Are you smoking because you want to? Or because you know that I like to smoke?” He asks, making sure you really want to do this.
“I want to, I promise, and I want to smoke with you because I trust you. Also, I want to see if I like it. I stress a lot, so maybe it can relax me.” You says smiling at him.
“Okay, you stay here, I’ll grab stuff.” He says getting up, walking into his bedroom in his apartment.
After about two minutes, Harry comes back with a blunt and a lighter. He sits back down on the couch, as you turn and sit crossed legged facing him.
“So, this is a blunt.” Harry explains, holding it up to show.
“Harry, I know what a blunt is, I’ve been to a party, I’ve seen you smoke.” You laugh.
“Okay, sassy.” He says. “So I’m going to show you what to do. Now I’m telling you, since it’s your first time, you won’t get ‘baked’ but you might feel a bit of a buzz.”
Harry takes the blunt, and places it in his mouth, then takes the lighter to the end of it. After lighting it, you watch him close his eyes and inhale deeply, and seems to just be lot in absolute bliss for a moment, then exhales, sending the smell of weed toward your way. He opens his eyes, and smiles at you relaxed. You can’t help to admit, but he looked really hot like that. Watching him close his eyes in bliss, it was the best sight you’ve seen.
“You ready?” He asks.
You nod your head yes, and he passes over the blunt, and you look up at him.
“So what you’re going to do is inhale deeply. Just breathe in steady, hold it in your lungs until you can’t inhale anymore, and then exhale. Don’t rush it, slow and steady, and feel it. And if you don’t like, you can stop.You do what you’re comfortable with.”
You nod your head taking a deep breath. And bring the blunt up to your mouth. You do exactly as Harry says and did. You inhale deeply and steady until you feel like you can’t inhale anymore, and the exhale closing your eyes, feeling the smoke leave you lungs.
“Babe, that was so hot.” Harry says smirking at you, taking the blunt and taking another inhale. You both smoking back and forth, and after a few smokes and near the end of the blunt, you feel a bit of a buzz, and a bit light headed.
“You’re so sexy baby.” Harry says coming over close to you.
“Mhm” You say sitting on his lap turning towards him. “What can I say?” You joke and sloppily wrapping your arms around his neck, and playing with the bottom of his hair. Harry closes his eyes, and hums at the nice feeling of you playing with his hair.
Even being a bit buzzed, you find Harry incredibly attractive. Without thinking, you press your lips against his, and wrapping your legs around him. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding him close to you as you two make out on the couch. As you two heat up, Harry goes to flip you over that you are under him, but forget that you two are on a couch, and ends up flipping you both over onto the floor.
“Ow.” You pout rubbing the back of your elbows, but then you both start giggling which turns into hysterical laughing at Harry’s fail. You both laugh even harder when you try to get up and fall over on Harry accidently head butting him. As you rub you head, Harry looks at you with his beautiful, and slightly red, green eyes, and brushes your hair behind you ear.
“You’re so beautiful. How the hell did I get so lucky?” Harry says. In that moment you are both sober.
“How did I get so lucky?” You ask smiling down at him, rubbing your thumb against his cheek, lightly pressing a kiss against his lips.
You both don’t get up for a while, you just lay there on top of his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair. Every time he exhales in, he can smell the scent of weed in your hair, but he likes it. After a while, Harry can feel that you are asleep, you’re breathing is steady, and your mouth is somewhat open, and he can hear small snore coming from you. He doesn’t decide to get up, afraid of waking you up, so he continues to lay there kissing your head, and playing with you hair. No matter how high he could ever get, nothing would compare to what he feels laying there with you.
A/N:Thank you so much to whoever requested this. I was actually going to turn this into a smut, but the person who requested it, I don’t know if they are comfortable with smut, or if that’s what they wanted, so if any of you would like. I could write another imagines of getting high with Harry and it turning into smut, what do you guys think? Requests are open on my blog, and also feel free to just talk to me if you’d like!
Playing Hero (Leonard x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/AU
Imagine: You saved Leonard from the Oculus explosion, and waited in the Med Bay next to him until he woke up…
It was a small, nearly indiscernible sound, but you heard it. Loud enough to make you jump in your seat and reach for his hand. Almost instantaneously, his eyes fluttered open and fell in your direction. And once he saw the relief in your eyes, he somehow found the strength to smile.
“Hey, Snowflake…” He said weakly. “You been by me all this time?”
You smiled back. “What kind of girl would I be if I hadn’t?”
A slight chuckle came out. “You always were the clingy one.”
Though you had just gone through hell for the past eight hours, wondering if your kleptomaniac ass of a boyfriend would ever wake up from the explosion, you couldn’t help but smile.
If Leonard was okay enough to make sassy, sarcastic comebacks, then you knew that he would be fine.
But even so…
It pissed you off to a degree that you didn’t even understand.
While most girls would’ve been upset, terrified and worried, you sat by his bedside, seething with pure irritation that he hadn’t told you about his plan.
His stupid plan to play hero.
God, it could’ve killed him.
Out of spite, you reached over and smacked his chest. Not hard, but enough to get him to release a small ‘oof’. He tossed his head back and groaned a bit, before glaring at you.
Prompt: combination of Tim Drake X Reader Reader has a family reunion and promised to bring a nonexistent boyfriend, while planning to suddenly not being able to go, only they now HAVE to go with a boyfriend. They call Tim and the first thing they say is “You’re my boyfriend.” AND How about a fic with Tim and reader where both initially hated each other but over time only realised the sort of ‘hate’ they had for each other stemmed from the very thin chances they have of being with one another? Both believe they can never be with the other for whatever reason and that frustration and sadness just vents out as hatred for the other? Sort of like 'if I can’t have you the fuck you’ sort of thing lmao
Tim raises an eyebrow before closing the door behind you, “And hello to you too.”
You wag your finger at him, “No, no time to be cute. I need you to be my boyfriend.”
“That must be the most romantic statement ever, yet it gives me no needed information.”
You sigh, “Okay sassy pants, look, there’s this stupid family reunion I HAVE to be at, under punishment of hearing about it for the rest of my life. Originally, Jamie said he would go, but his sister got sick and his parents have to work. So, you’re up slugger.”
Tim crosses his arms, and says, “I still need a bit more.”
You sigh, “My mother has been trying to set me up for months, to get her off my back, I told her I’m in a relationship with a guy named Mike. Now she’s insisting I bring him with me to this stupid reunion.”
“Let me make sure I have this straight. First, I’m your boyfriend, now my name is Mike.”
You nod, “Yes because you owe me.”
“I owe you?”
“Yes, I kept Damian busy last week, remember when you had that headache. You owe me. That kid kicked my butt in training.”
He sighs, “Fine, when is it?”
“Thirty minutes, grab your coat Mike, I’m driving.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
You shrug, “Me either.”
“After all the hell you put me through!”
“I know, I know. I owe you one.”
“Try a million, you owe me a million.”
You roll your eyes as you follow him out. You and Tim had never been on the best of terms. While the two of you had started the team at the same time, you couldn’t have been more different. You were loud, and often times obnoxious. Tim had often been sullen, and grumpy. It had led to more than a few arguments, and several nearly botched missions.
You had come to a bickering friendship after Conner and Wally had locked the two of you in a chamber for over a day. After that you had teamed up for revenge, and come to a sort of bickering truce.
More often than not you found yourself near him. On occasion you’d blush. You weren’t really sure what was happening, but you couldn’t help but think you liked it.
“Sweetie, I know I look hot on this, but I can feel your eyes on me, and that’s kinda creepy!” You open your eyes, looking at Shawn.
“Sorry” he takes your hand and kisses your fingers. “You do look good on that! Now I understand why everyone talks about Brazilian bikinis."
"For God’s sake Shawn, control yourself!” You giggle looking at him. “We’re still on the beach, it’s a public space.”
"Wanna go to the sea?“ He looks at you smirking and you just laugh agreeing with him. He got up and take your hands, helping you to stand. He followed you, with your back glued on his stomach. He takes your hair out away and kisses the angle of your jawline. You laugh trying to let go of him, but he holds you tighter, laughing with you. The water welcomed you both on the perfect temperature. He keeps hugging you and you lay your head at his shoulder.
"Are you wearing sun block?” He asks you, kissing your forehead.
“Yes I am, but I’m the one who should be asking that. More 5 minutes in this sun and you will be all red. Your Canadian skin can’t handle too much sun."
"I’m wearing sunblock too okay?” His sassy voice made you laugh.
"I know honey, I used your sunblock by the way!“
"Again? Now I know why it’s ending so fast!"
"I like the smell of your!!” You made your cute face, and he smiles. With his hand, he squeezed both of your cheeks together, making your lips form a fish face, which he laughs at and then kiss it.
"And I like the smell of you!“ He kisses your neck, giving you goosebumps. "Shawn?"
"Thank you for letting me come with you to Brazil! I missed this!"
"Don’t, I wanted you here with me. I would make sense come here without you.” He kisses your forehead.