What you were staring at was a desk.
On top of that desk were mounds of paper.
And behind that desk was a chair.
In that chair sat a certain Corporal, who also happened to be your boyfriend, with midnight locks and steely blue eyes, attempting to conquer the mountain of paperwork before him, his gaze never leaving from it.
You gave the oblivious man a scowl. He was always working, always doing more paperwork, always never having anytime to do “pointless things”, like the “pointless thing” you wanted to do now.
And boy were you tired of sitting on the couch alone. It was time to take action.
“Oh Leviiiii~,” you sang, getting up and sauntering to the front of his desk. He flicked his gaze up at you, though his pen continued to dance across his paper. He raised an eyebrow, and you decided to be blunt with him. “Stop doing your pa
Tuesday July 12,855 12:45pm
"ARE YOU CRAZY HANJI?!"
"maybe a little but don't worry ____! everything will be good!"
"PEOPLE ARE GOING TO FREAK OUT WHEN THEY SEE A 15 M CLASS TITAN WITHOUT A WARNING"
There stood you and hanji butting heads as eren stands there awkwardly. He scratches the back of his head; laughing nervously. Hanji wanted to experiment to see how long Eren could keep his titan form. You were against it; it would bring to much unwanted attention.
"Don't worry ____!" Hanji said with a huge grin on her face,placing a palm in your shoulder. "I got approval by the short corporal! so everything will be fine as long as he's a distant away" Hanji pushed you and eren furthe
Tugging the blankets fully over your head, you turned your body to the wall, attempting to ignore the voice.
“[F/n], get your ass outta bed!” The voice said, clearly getting pissed off as they were once again ignored.
The voice let out a snort of exasperation. “Fine. I tried, Krista. She’s not moving, so let’s just go, I don’t need to get in trouble with shortstack again.” The sound of stomping footsteps retreating from your little nest followed, along with the door opening and slamming shut.
Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled slowly. Finally, now I can sleep… You thought as your body slipped back into slumber, resuming some weird-ass dream that Jean was actually half horse and Sasha had turned into a giant potato. (Im really sorry I just haD TO)
Levi narrowed his eye
No matter what people thought about him, it was all because of the act he had put on. He wasn't really evil, nor did he really want to bully other students. Yes, he did believe in blood purity strongly, but it was all cue to his fathers raising methods. But even so, all his Slytherin friends were with him only for his status. Draco himself knew that too, but figured it was better like that than being alone.
And then there was you, (F/n) Diggory. A nobody Hufflepuff that no
1) Insults. Mostly, these come in the form of impolite pronouns. Words like kisama and yarou arent technically dirty names, theyre just very impolite. Occasionally, as is the case with school children, these can become as creative as most American insults, ranging from impugning a persons intelligence to impugning their direct genetic makeup.
2) Plurals. The only way of expressing plural (aside from using numbers) is with a special noun ending. The suffix -tachi is the polite way of doing this; it expresses a group of things. For instance, Bob-san-tachi means Bob and whoever happens to be associated with him by context this could mean all the people sitting at the same table with Bob, all of Bobs closest friends, Bobs closest coworkers, or whatever. The suffix -ra is the impolite/informal way o
The clock ticked away as you were lounging on the couch, walking your fingers along your swollen abdomen. Late in your third trimester, you couldn’t wait to see your baby, to hold him, cuddle him, and call him your own. A sudden thud against your fingers caused a smile to grow on your face. You called out to your husband, Bucky, who was currently drying his hands from washing the dishes.
“Yes, (y/n)?” He walked out of the kitchen and sat beside you on the loveseat.
“The baby’s kicking,” you whispered, cradling your bowed middle.
“Oh,” he said sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as he shuffled away from his spot. You were confused by your husband’s strange behavior, feeling a bit hurt by his neglect. He'd been acting this way ever since you first announced that you were pregnant; avoiding contact with either you or the baby and even going as far as sleeping in
“Hmm,” you said not looking up from file you had in your lap.
“With what?” you said still looking at the file.
“With this,” you finally looked up to see Sam pointing at his hair. It was a mess, completly tangled and knotted. Half of it was waved and other half stuck out in gravity defying angles. You couldn’t help but laugh at how a pouf of hair could make someone as big as Sam look the complete opposite of intimidating.
“Don’t laugh this isn’t funny!” he said. “If I don’t fix this before Dean wakes up I’ll never hear the end of it.” He then walked over and knelt in front of you, faceplanting in your lap.
“Well maybe next time you’ll listen to me and wait for your hair to dry before you go to sleep,” you said running your hand through his matted hair.
“Help me I don’t know what