buy milk and bread

the signs as boyfriends

aries ❤ : loves to joke with you.  you guys are always laughing together.  jumps out from behind things to scare you but picks you up and holds you when you scream.  always suddenly wants to leave the house at 2am.  human heater that always keeps you warm.  touches your butt 24/7.  he loves it when you play with his hair.

taurus ❤ : sappy traditional romantic.  would actually do the “put this on i’ll be here to pick you up at 8″ thing.  takes you out to dinner at least once a week.  loves to take you shopping and buy you things.  100% the boyfriend in sephora spending $200 dollars on his girl.  netflix and actually just chilling and napping.

gemini ❤ : always has you laughing.  you hardly ever just hang out at home because he always wants to go somewhere and do something.  has like 50000 anecdotes to tell you and just when you think he has to be out of stories he has another.  full of surprises, surprise gifts and surprise things about him.

cancer ❤ : big ‘ol whinebaby.  texts you ‘i miss you baby’ 5 minutes after you left.  will spend the entire day with you cuddling and napping and cuddling.  makes you mac’n’cheese before you come over without you even mentioning you’re hungry.  can always tell if something is wrong.

leo ❤ : super over-the-top with all the dates he takes you on.  hot air balloon rides and shit.  literally the biggest baby ever, he always wants to give you a backrub and always wants to be the little spoon.  constantly touching you, playing with your hair, holding your hand, touching your waist.  shows you off to his friends.

virgo ❤ : art museum and aquarium dates.  he makes you watch documentaries with him and won’t take no for an answer.  always well-dressed and lookin sexy and you don’t know what to do with yourself.  folds your laundry and calls you hun.

libra ❤ : literally wants to go to the grocery store with you.  he’ll call you up because he’d rather go pick up milk and bread with you than by himself.  buys you flowers and calls you pretty all the time.  constantly holding your hand everywhere you go and kisses your nose a lot.

scorpio ❤ : wants to share all his favorite things with you.  he wants you to love his favorite TV show and wants you to love his dog.  very vocal about how much he loves you, will send you paragraphs via text about how much you’ve made his life better.  loves to jokingly tease you but if anyone else does it he’ll knock them down.

sagittarius ❤ : you guys have a money jar labelled with the places you want to go together.  will honestly tell you if those pants make you look fat or not.  always up for anything, seems like he never sleeps and if you text him at any hour he’ll always offer to come pick you up.  

capricorn ❤ : buys you roses super often.  shows how much he loves you with the little things; picks up stuff that reminded him of you in the store and watches your favorite movie even if he doesn’t like it.  loves cuddling, believe it or not, and likes to lay on your chest and kiss your chin.

aquarius ❤ : takes you to the absolute best parties and doesn’t leave your side the entire time, tells his friends stories of things you’ve done together. shows you all the places he loves to go to, his favorite restaurant and his favorite park.  loves going on walks with you.

pisces ❤ : you literally receive “hey, thinking about you, you okay?” texts before you’ve even mentioned that you’re upset about something.  loves telling you about his ideas and dreams.  little spoon 100%, wants you to hold him and kiss his head.  always complimenting you and telling you how much you mean to him. 

Winter In The South

The weatherman predicts 4 to 8 inches of snow. You are hesitant to believe it, but deep within your soul an urge of unknown origin begins. You must buy bread and milk. You have no idea why, but something ancestral is pushing you. When you arrive at the grocery store, the bread and milk are in short supply. As you reach the line, every cart is filled with bread and milk. What are they going to do with it? What are you going to do with it? You dare not guess, but pay for your 3 loaves and 3 gallons all the same and hope it lasts through the storm.

Rebelcaptain Celebrity Pretend Relationship AU: On set and on location

Jyn’s had crushes on co-stars before. Fleeting little things that lasted weeks and then burnt out like a Fourth of July sparkler. But until Cassian, she had never had a dream so filthy that she woke up confused, angry, and in need of a cold shower.

She glares at him for a full two days, if only to combat the images in her mind that linger at the forefront of her memories like some sort of punishment her brain is meteing out. She can’t remember to buy milk and bread at the grocery store half the time, but somehow she has detailed recollections of something that never actually happened–his mouth against her neck; the rough of his hand pushing her against a wall as she gives in to it; the dark brown color of his eyes looking up at her from between her legs–it makes her want to kill something. Him, probably. But it’s not his fault, she understands. It’s her subconscious. (But she can still be angry at him.) None of this is helped by the fact that she knows how it feels like to kiss him now; that she’s seen him naked before (though only on film in one of her favorite movies, which, she’s never going to tell him about; she’s not quite thinking yet about the love scene that’s still to be shot).

It would be best if she could avoid them, but almost all of their scenes are together, and they still have to teach one another and breathe the same air. And they’re on location with little company save for the crew, a small handful of hotel staff, and the occasional white-tailed deer.

It would be so much easier if they were in California still, Jyn thinks. She could go out with friends; go complain to Bodhi some more. Drive along the PCH and with the windows down and just take in the salt air. But they are not. They are in a secluded cabin in northwoods of Wisconsin, the “talent” in one of the cottages at a small B&B and the production staff at a motel down the road. The talent just happens to consists of her and Cassian, and their only other company is the proprietor and her husband and their two sheepdogs.

At least their scenes are action sequences this week and not anything more intimate, she thinks. Except she rereads the script and sees him on set in just a tank top and remembers that one of their scenes involves a lot of grappling. Hands on muscles, pushing against chests, close-ups of their faces panting at each other in exertion.

I’m in hell, Jyn thinks. I’m in hell, and it’s a place called Wisconsin with Cassian Andor.


Cassian watches Jyn lope onto the set, a scowl on her face, one that’s lived there for days, and he misses California Jyn, the Jyn that had to pretend that she was in love with him, because for all its fakery, at least she smiled, and at least she didn’t look ready to kill him all the time.

“Your expression is good,” Draven tells Jyn when she skitters by. “But save some for the film, right, girl?”

Jyn only scowls deeper, then shoots Cassian another angry look.

He sighs and checks his phone, scrolling through the new texts from Amelia, who keeps dropping less than subtle hints about wanting to get back together even after he let her down as gently as possible the last four or five times. Closing out his messages, he finally notes the date: May 29. He stiffens. The anniversary of his mother’s death. He feels the coldness gather inside his chest. How had he forgotten?

But there’s no time to remember, and Draven calls them both to set, and he has to stop being Cassian and start being “Javier”; when Jyn has to stop being herself and start being “Laura.”

He and Jyn tear through the woods toward the lake as Draven chases them with the hand-held camera. Jyn’s barely keeping up, and Cassian pulls her arm to bring her closer, shouting, “Let’s go! Let’s go!” They finally stop, squeezed tight along the base of the rock bluffs, hiding from the unnamed purser in Draven’s still continuing shot.

Cassian feels Jyn’s hand curl into his chest as she says her next line, her fingers tangling in his chest hair curling outside the neckline of his shirt. “Are you okay?” she says, looking up at him, waiting for him to deliver his line. Then something flashes in her eyes, something off script. He sees her bite her bottom lip.

But his next lines freeze in his throat. He focuses in on her instead. Her hand is warm and soft, and he’s startled by his own reaction to the touch, breaking character for a moment. Are you okay? she had said. He looks at her, at her big eyes dark green in the dusk, and something inside him begins to thaw.

Draven yells cut, and they both jerk their heads up as though they had forgotten that they were alone. “Good complicated emotions you two,” their director tells them. “Let’s start again though from ‘Are you okay.’ I need a tighter shot.” Draven walks toward them and cuts between them, repositioning Jyn and checking the lighting near Cassian’s face.

Jyn shoots Cassian a look while she waits, a curious look on her face, “Are you okay?” she mouths, and it’s Jyn, not Laura saying this to him. When was the last time anyone had asked him that, he wonders, even if it was for the camera?

He gives her a slight nod and mouths back, “I’m okay,” and she smiles, the scowling and anger from the last two days finally washed away. And he can’t help it. He smiles back.

southern will solace headcanons

i always get So Offended when people write southern will as this COWBOY so here is Southern Will Solace Headcanons by An Actual Southerner

  • will saying “bless their heart but” and immediately starts shit talking
  • will using “hun” sarcastically with the Glares of Death he learned from his boyfriend or with completely fake sympathy
    • “oh, hun” with a shake of the head. the fakest
  • will complaining about the cold always because what the fuck. anything below 70F is cold/chilly
    • that means it’s sweater and jeans time
  • him greeting someone really kindly and another person just “will!!! you’re so kind!!!” and he turns and replies “:)) i hated them” bc southern kindness doesnt mean they like you
  • “y’all” and “all y’all” and “y’all’ve” and “ain’t” slipping out sometimes
    • “i ain’t” “y’all’ve fucked UP”
  • his accent being more prominent when he’s pissed
  • he acknowledges EVERYONE. everyone gets a nod or a smile or a wave. everyone
  • bible belt billboard sign jokes
    • “he rises again!!” “who??” “he. our lord n savior jEEsus christ”
  • “where i’m from… we only have one season. fucking HOT”
    • seriously 100 degree temps with awful humidity based on were you are
    • “i’m not built for the cold”
  • will, pointing at a snowflake: whats that
    • depending on where in the south,, some places get a lot of snow??
    • “quick buy milk and bread”
  • chacos. he wears them
  • he gets really pissed over sweet tea in ny “nO i can’t just use the sugar packets at the TABLE!!!! IT HAS TO BE MIXED IN,”
  • always addresses every authority figure ever to be in the camp (even the other camp counselors) as “sir” or “ma’am” (and saying it really sweetly sometimes)
  • calling all soda coke and confusing anyone he’s talking to that isnt southern
    • “i want a coke” someone gets him a coke “nono not that–”
  • he begs for them to install a porch swing on the apollo cabin’s porch
    • he is always on the porch
  • someone: “do you know how to get to x place” him: “idk. what buildings are around it??”
    • also: “do you know x place??” “what buildings are around it??”
  • he is literally always so hyped about honeysuckle plants
  • never pronounces his g’s on -ing words

anonymous asked:

May I ask headcanons about Iwaizumi Oikawa or Bokuto with a lazy s/o? Thanks!

Hi dear! I WAS WAITING FOR AN ASK FOR THEM! SWEET BABIES! Sorry for the wait, but I’m studying a lot! You didn’t really specify what you meant for “lazy” so I…uhm…made up random things? I hope you like them!

Have a good day!

Iwaizumi Hajime

-This guy is a black or white person. Or he wants to chill out at home with you, or he decides he wants to go damn camping in the wild for a week. And you always hope he’s in the first mood when you’re on holiday or you’re screwed, because he can be very persuasive.

-Hiking and go trekking are his favorite activities. Fortunately, when he realizes you’re practically dying, limping behind him, he immediately stops to let you rest or, if the path allows it, he picks you up on his shoulders and carries you like that for a bit.

-He usually doesn’t mind you being lazy, he secretly finds you cute like a human sized cat, but not when it comes to house chores. He hates them and he’s not gonna do them alone. He use dirty tricks to make you get up from the couch, like covering you in clothes (that have to be washed) or using the hoover exactly under your feet. Without breaks. For more than half an hour.

-He’s the only one who can make you play some sports, volleyball usually, because he teaches you well and makes that small proud smile when he sees you’re learning that spurs you to try harder.

-When he wants to go out and you’re whining (or he just wants to play around) he picks you up in his arms and brings you outside without efforts.

-Even if he scolds you easily and frequently, he can’t resist the urge to spoil you. Especially if you pout and look at him with doe eyes. He’s weak to you, poor boy.

-He makes sure, however, that you remain healthy and capable human interactions.

-When he’s in for chilling, he’s the best. Calm, cuddling and comforting. He’s a soothing hugger that makes you feel at home, like in a warm, soft bubble.

Oikawa Tooru

-He relaxes only during the weekends. Maybe. He’s the type of diligent and active guy who hardly stops himself from doing things, not strictly hard things, but it’s difficult for him to switch off. Too much. That’s why you teach him how to be lazy. He needs it.

-You bribe him using his weaknesses, like downloading his favorites or the latest aliens films or buying him milk bread or offering to watch a volleyball match…everything to make him sit down on the couch, wrapping him in a blanket and let him recharge his batteries.

-He’s better that an housewife. Your apartment is always spotless. Amazing, really. Until he tries to cook: a tragedy. He makes food explode. You didn’t even know that it was possible. That’s why you have decided to divide your roles. You cook the meals for both and he takes care of the house chores.

-Usually, he lets you be and adapts to your mood. He doesn’t like forcing you out if you don’t feel it and if you ask directly he spends his afternoons enjoying his time alone with you (he’s actually a sweet cuddler).

-Sometimes, however, he gets crazy. If he comes up with an absurd adventure or idea, there’s nothing to do. You have to follow him, he won’t accept negative replies. He can repetitively ask you to go with him without taking a breath for more than an hour, whining annoyingly. And if you don’t surrender, he can pout for days. That’s why, could it be a sudden 3 A.M trip to the park to see the stars or a weekend at the onsen or a festival in a total different and far away city, you have to be ready and up for it.

-He spoils you less than what people could imagine. He likes to tease you more. If you want something, for example some ice cream, he’s not going to bring it to you when you call him and ask for it. Oh no, he’s going to eat the delicious ice cream you wanted, looking at you with a smirk from the kitchen until you stand from the couch and reach him grumbling.

-Don’t worry, he never crosses the line: he does love your smile when you’re happy and satisfied. For example, one of the things he likes to do for you is bringing the breakfast to bed. (Obviously, only some milk with cereals or coffee with toasts and jam since he can’t cook anything else)

-He’s your personal living agenda and doesn’t let you slack off, especially with school/university/work related things. Somehow, he doesn’t do this in a pushy or mom like way, but in a caring and cheering manner that makes you feel like you want to do your best.

-He tries to plan dates or other activities to do together that are funny, interesting, sweet and relaxing at the same time. He doesn’t want to make you feel stressed when you’re with him and puts a lot of thoughts about what to do with you.

Bokuto Koutarou

-This sunshine is a ball of hyperactivity and always manages to drag you everywhere. However, he has learnt to understand when you need your lazy time and knows how to respect it.

-He loves cuddling and chilling with you, so afternoons at home are fantastic for him. He just needs your attention. And a lot of attentions.

-When he knows you want to relax in peace, but he’s in Hyperactive Mode, he starts jumping around in silent or doing random things to calm himself down. Like baking, he’s fantastic at baking.

-When he wants you to go out with him or do something together, he tickles you to death. He’s a sly tickler, who knows all your weak spots.

-He loves when you go watching his matches and, if you try to be lazy, saying you don’t feel like going, he falls in dejected mood immediately. (On these occasions, Akaashi personally calls you on the phone and begs/threatens you to come)

-He spoils you like there’s no tomorrow, he’ll do nearly everything you ask him. To a point that you actually feel guilty every time because he’s too pure and caring, selfless even, for you to take advantage of it. Absurdly, the more he spoils you, lesser lazy you are because you don’t want to use him.

-Even if he drags you everywhere, he minds that you don’t get too tired or annoyed. He makes sure you have time to be lazy together.

-Good for you, he likes to sleep in at morning. Less in the night (damn owl), but in the morning he can’t function properly before ten and this allows you to sleep as much as you want.

Massachusetts Gothic

-”Are you sure you don’t need a jacket?” your mother asks you as you walk out the door. No. You don’t need a jacket. You have never needed a jacket. These winters have hardened you. You can no longer feel the cold. Snow feels like slow rain. You tell her this, but she still thinks you look cold. You are not, and yet you are.

-Every day, you find letters in the mailbox from colleges. They are all here, all around. They are all good schools, your mother says. “Which one do you want to go to?” your father asks. You cannot answer. The letters pile up. Colleges surround you. Every building is a university. Your mailbox is bottomless. The campuses overlap. They want you. They all want you. You open your mouth. Ink flows out.

-Soon it will snow. Your parents have sent you to the supermarket. You must buy bread and milk. The snow begins to fall on the way. Bread and milk. You take the last of it. The checkout line stretches into the void. Bread and milk. The snow is coming down harder now. The people around you are anxious, vibrating. Bread and milk. The older ones are no calmer. The line moves quickly but slowly all the same. Bread and milk. The snow continues. You clutch your debit card. Bread and milk.

-“The big game is on!” your dad cries. Your family gathers on the sofa. No one asks which game it is. It does not matter. The TV flickers into life. Your eyes swim. The colors blur. You know which team is yours. You know the other teams is full of demons. The TV gives front seats to a battle between good and evil. The stakes are dire, yet victory is certain. The home team will not lose. Your family cheers. The home team has won, as you knew it would. The opposing team moans gutturally as it slinks back into the darkness. Tomorrow, the cycle will repeat. There is always a big game on.

-It has been snowing all night. You cannot tell the flakes and the stars apart. The roads are covered in black pits of ice. In the morning, it will be everywhere. The whole town will be platinum. But you know life will go on as normal. There will be no coats. There will be no snow tires. But there will be school. There is always school. You think the snow outside is waist-high. Perhaps there will be a one-hour delay after all. But most likely not. Normal. Normal. Nothing will change. Nothing will ever change.

-You learn about the American Revolution in history class. Most of it happened here. The teacher jokes that it is your history. She waits for the class’s agreement. It does not come. It was too far in the past. You are detached, disconnected. The Boston Massacre is made of ink. The Boston Tea Party is made of paper. Bunker Hill is static. You walk through memorial cemeteries without fear. These are not your ghosts. The teacher’s smile remains as her face decays.

Miniature 4
Dominic Rae

I’ve never been more afraid to be alone
Now my friends have left for summer
I’m left with just my skin and bones

And though I know that in a few weeks I’ll see them
Again, my mind still wanders down through the
Stone and into hell

The warmth has formed a haze around my
Head, a tomb, a cave, a case, a shell
As I buy milk and bread

And though I feel the heat I can’t
warm up my lungs to breath, oh well,
Oh well

I check the clock, not a minute has passed,
Oh well
My phone rings, but I don’t pick it up,
Oh well
I’m lost in a sea of time and I
Forgot what day it was a week a-
Go. Can you help me remember?
I saw you, dreaming your
Eyes all aglow

I’ve never been more at home to be alone
Now my friends have left for summer
I take comfort in my skin and bones

A small song!

the boy made from blocks

everyday, the boy would go down to the supermarket.
he would buy eggs, milk, and bread,
and then he would walk home;
plastic carrier bag cutting into his fragile fingers.

he would make his bed,
dust the countertops,
wipe the sides,
clean the dishes.

he would ring his mum,
ask after his dad.

smoke a cigarette or two.
sink four shots.
take his meds.

bash his hands on his piano.

and after each day,
he would go to his desk,
open his notebook
and fill in the blocks of his chart.

and then he would fall into bed,
and dream.

Poems I Do Not Write

Summary: Somewhere along the way, Naruto and Sasuke have lured her heart into their hands, and now Sakura doesn’t know how to get it back.

Rating: Mature

Author’s Notes: This fic is for xxlovendreamsxx, who requested a NaruSakuSasu threesome, and uchihasass, who wanted a high school AU. Many thanks to xxlovendreamsxx for making a donation to UNICEF Nepal Earthquake Relief Fund as part of the Naruto for Nepal project in exchange for this story. I hope you ladies enjoy this!

Sakura realizes a month before graduation that she’s in love with both of her best friends. This rush of clarity isn’t sparked by anything meaningful or momentous. Just a simple afternoon alone with Sasuke and Naruto, lying in her backyard on a quilt Mikoto made for them, their hands linked together like daisy chains. She’s in the middle, as always, bookended by the boys who have framed her life. Sasuke’s grip is firm, solid and secure, while Naruto tangles his fingers with hers playfully, teasing her palm with his thumb. And it hits her, then and there, that she simply cannot do without either of them. Somewhere along the way, these young men have lured her heart into their hands, and now she doesn’t know how to get it back.

She has known Sasuke and Naruto since they were babies together, toddling around the sharp edges of furniture. She grew up beside them (no, between them), climbing trees with childish abandon and stealing ice cream from the freezer to glut themselves on. Her life is built of small moments strung together, like a thread that is impossibly intertwined with the boys she has come to think of as hers.

Now she sits up, breath coming a little too fast, a fact her friends are quick to notice. Sasuke puts a hand on her shoulder, offering silent comfort, and Naruto asks, “You all right, Sakura?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she lies. Sakura leans against Sasuke, and he wraps an arm around her waist, casually possessive. Naruto looks at her with concerned blue eyes, as if he doesn’t quite believe her.

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anonymous asked:

Ahhhh you're so nice 😭😭😭 I have exams and I have one foot in my grave so if you don't mind me asking... What do you think matsuhanaiwaoi like the best about their boyfriends?? 💕💕


Matsukawa loves that he can joke around with him and he loves that Makki likes memes- because who else would talk about random ass shit with him besides Makki? And who would tease Iwaizumi and Oikawa with him if Makki wasn’t there??

Iwaizumi loves Makki’s smile. He likes watching this wide, genuine smile spread across his lips, eyes crinkling with happiness as a laugh tumbles out of his mouth. Iwaizumi loves it even more if he’s the reason for that smile. (Iwaizumi is a romantic at heart jfc)

Oikawa likes that Makki is willing to sit down and just…talk. Like, if Oikawa wants to rant about a show or scream about whatever, Makki will actually sit there and listen to everything he’s saying.


Hanamaki likes that he can joke around with Matsukawa, but he loves the fact that Matsukawa looks like this laid back, lazy asshole when in reality he’s a dork who names his plants and who hugs Makki when he’s feeling down and doesn’t let go until Makki feels better.

Iwaizumi loves that Mattsun is probably the most understanding out of them all. He understands what long days can do to someone, he understands the meaning of wanting to be alone, he understands that sometimes people just need silence.

Oikawa loves that Matsukawa is the kind of person to walk by a store and see milk bread and think of him and buy it. He loves that Mattsun is usually the only one to stop and take pictures with him. (Mattsun knows how important pictures and keeping memories are for Oikawa so he suffers through taking photos if it’ll make Oikawa happy)


Hanamaki loves that Iwaizumi looks like a spiky hedgehog but in reality he’s the sappiest of them all. He loves that Iwaizumi would probably plan out a date like star gazing or going to the zoo or something and instead of looking all the stars or scenery or animals he would look at all of them instead.

Oikawa just loves that fact that after all this time, Iwaizumi hasn’t gotten tired of him. He loves that even if Iwaizumi acts annoyed or snaps, at the end of the day he still loves Oikawa. (He also loves how Iwaizumi somehow knows when not to make fun of him or tease him and to compliment him instead.)

Matsukawa loves the fond smile Iwaizumi wears when he thinks no one is looking. Like, it’s so precious and he looks so happy when he smiles like that and it’s very rare that Iwaizumi smiles like that in front of them because he gets embarrassed easily so he usually hides his smiles with his hands.


Matsukawa loves how determined he is. When Oikawa sets his mind on something, he will get it done (Even if it stresses him out.) but Mattsun likes to watch his eyes narrow and his jaw set and that’s when he can tell Oikawa has made up his mind about something, and it’s very interesting to see.

Iwaizumi loves that Oikawa is smart. Many people think he’s all volleyball and good looks, but he is also very smart. It’s something that they all have learned over the course of knowing him, and Iwaizumi likes that they get to know the side of Oikawa that rants about theories and stuff while the world doesn’t.

Hanamaki really loves Oikawa’s laugh. Not his fake laugh. The laugh that usually has Oikawa clutching his stomach as he wheezes for air, eyes squeezed shut as he desperately tries to breathe. (Oikawa snorts sometimes and Makki finds it adorable)

Iwaizumi Hajime/IwaOi/Oikawa Tooru headcanons Part 2 (because I cannot write headcanons of one without the other) :

General stuff and IwaOi in (grade school and) middle school:

  • Iwaizumi is born a strong boy. He may look small and lanky (before he starts building muscle in the later half of middle school), but he could lift heavy things easily (including a crying and hurting Oikawa on his back 20-minute walk back home.)
  • Iwaizumi claims willpower can bring real strength.
  • Iwaizumi loves dogs. Whenever he saw one on the street, he would either flash them a big smile or approach them to pat them.
  • Iwaizumi is an animal whisperer in general.
  • Iwaizumi doesn’t get sick often, but whenever he does, it’s serious. He would burn up with high fever, several times, before he fully recovers. (Oikawa freaked out the first time (when they were four) and wouldn’t leave Iwaizumi’s room because he can’t leave or Hajime-chan might die when nobody’s watching. It’s one memory both mothers like to talk about when Iwaizumi and Oikawa are older. Oikawa refuses to acknowledge he’s ever been so naïve and stupid.)
  • Iwaizumi asks Oikawa to stop calling him Hajime-chan in their third grade in grade school (Oikawa refused but at least dropped the ‘chan’ under Iwaizumi’s persistence. Iwaizumi started calling Oikawa by his last name around the same time and Oikawa wasn’t a bit happy about it. He complained but Iwaizumi was persistent.)
  • (Iwaizumi’s and Oikawa’s stubbornness could rival their competitiveness. Though if there’s any exception, it’s for each other (and their family.))
  • Iwaizumi brings it up several times and asks Oikawa to use his last name in the following years but Oikawa refuses (again and again).
  • Oikawa is persistent of calling Iwaizumi ‘Hajime’ because he feels special to be the only one still allowed (or more like being tolerated) to use it to address Iwaizumi. And since Oikawa is still bad at making friends, it’s one important proof that he’s special to Iwaizumi who has way too many friends other than him. (Iwaizumi may have a lot of friends (and many, especially boys, want to be friends with him), he likes to keep only a few close ones. Before Iwaizumi and Oikawa befriend Hanamaki and Matsukawa in high school, Oikawa is actually the only one Iwaizumi considers as his close friend.)
  • Oikawa comes up with Iwa-chan in their fifth grade and declares that it’s either ‘Hajime’ or ‘Iwa-chan’ (because they are best friends and best friends get best friend privilege.) Iwaizumi agrees to ‘Iwa-chan’, albeit reluctantly.
  • Iwaizumi might dislike the nickname (he’s neutral about it later), but would politely ask anyone other than Oikawa to not use it to address him. (Because, well, Oikawa insists best friends get best friend privilege. Iwaizumi does let Hanamaki and Matsukawa use ‘Iwa-chan’ when they are teasing or pissing off Oikawa.)
  • (Oikawa finds out about this and feels more than happy with it. He shows his gratitude by pretending not knowing.)

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you got used to me. on your way home from work you would stop and buy eggs, milk, bread, and bandages. you had the carpet taken up because the blood stains never come up all the way and you always knew there’d be more. you locked the medicine cabinet and kissed my forehead and saw the sadness swell up in the corners of my eyes. everyone talks about how they built walls to keep people out but my walls are glass and i can see everyone I’ve ever loved on the other side. my fists are bruised from trying to break them down and in the meantime you’re sweeping up the glass from my bedroom window. im in the shower and the water hurts my stitches and you’re in your bedroom talking to my doctors. its wednesday and i will wake up tomorrow on thursday and we will do this all again. because this sadness is predictable. and my bedroom carpet is still stained. but why do you still love me?
Haikyuu!! Characters on Valentine's Day
  • Hinata: makes a macaroni and glitter card for kags but is too shy to give it too him so he just puts it on his dresser
  • Kageyama: buys a bunch of chocolates and goes to Hinata's door but stops BC he's to shy to give it to him, ends up eating it all by himself
  • Suga: goes on a date with Daichi and has a nice evening, and they spend the night watching movies and eating popcorn
  • Daichi: falls asleep on Suga's lap and wakes up early to make him breakfast in bed
  • Yamaguchi: buys a big stuffed dinosaur for Tsukki and when you squeeze it, it says "I love you"
  • Tsukishima: goes out on a date with Yams and holds his hand and gives him lots of kisses and then he buys him soft, floppy fries
  • Noya: brings a ladder with him on his date with Asahi and uses it to kiss him BC he so short
  • Asahi: holds Noya's hand and buys him things and when they go home he cuddles with him and he kisses him a lot
  • Tanaka: gives Ennoshita a lot kisses and buys him a whole cake for them to share
  • Ennoshita: cuddles with tanaka and watches some movies then he makes him a big dinner
  • Kenma: leaves his DS at home and goes on a date with Kuroo, let's Kuroo give him kisses and hugs and he buys Kuroo a cat keychain
  • Kuroo: buys Kenma more games and gives him a lot of kisses and he makes a fancy dinner and he just smiles a lot when he's with him
  • Bokuto: buys a bunch of owls and makes a choir out of them while he sings "can't help falling in love" to Akaashi
  • Akaashi: gives lots of kisses to Bokuto and that's all Bokuto wants
  • Oikawa: takes Iwaizumi on a date and buys him all the volleyball magazines and he goes and gives him kisses and buys him his favorite meal and he takes him to a park and he shows Iwaizumi all the constellations and all the stars and they have such a good time that Iwaizumi can't stop smiling and they just can't stop being in love, oh jeEEEZ THIS IS TOO CUTE I CANT BREATHE
  • Iwaizumi: let's Oikawa run the night because he knows that will make him happy then he buys Oikawa milk bread and he listens to Oikawa about the stars and he just thinks "I love him so much" and it's so cute, IM GOING TO CRY I LOVE IWAOI TOO MUCCH SOMEONE HELP ME

The Kind of Love


On my walk to the grocery

store this morning, I fell in love.

It wasn’t the marrying kind

of love or the fucking kind of

love, It was the kind of love

whose shadow stays with you

for the rest of your life; the kind

of love that takes the kind of

courage you wished you had;

the kind of love that makes you

keep walking and never look back;

the kind of love that after buying

a pint of milk and a loaf of bread

wants you to treat yourself to

fancy marmalade.

First Love Commemoration: Miss [Taehyung]

Summary: First loves are hardly ever beautiful, at least, not the way I remember it. It makes me think how much of a miracle being in love is. I don’t know what that feels like anymore, not after you. You were my first, and so much more.

Characters: Anyone with a first love, bts centric.

Tags: mild angst, sliceoflife

Seokjin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook | Afterthoughts

Notes: alas, we have reached the end of the series, with none other than preshus tae to conclude it. most probs will be doing a separate conclusion post to write about my afterthoughts and perhaps (hopefully) hear from the new followers ive gained whilst posting this series. i really want to hear what you guys have to say (if you have anything to say at all!) <3 enjoy

I can say ‘I missed you’ five times and they all have different meanings.

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“Snacks & Guns” - [Steve Rogers/The Avengers - Drabble]

Summary: Steve restores order during a normal day at the Avengers tower.

Based on: THIS POST. “Tony hides snacks, Natasha hides guns”.

Written by: A.Wölf.

Notes: This is just a drabble. I felt like writing something light and/or silly.


It was a normal day at the Avengers tower.

Steve had woken up at 10am and grabbed the newspaper at 11 before sitting alone in the living room to enjoy his freshly brewed coffee.

He could hear Clint practicing with a bow and arrow in the garden since it was very quiet inside. He assumed everyone else was gone for the day and thought the twins were still asleep. But a barefoot Wanda walked by a few minutes later, headed towards the kitchen in comfortable clothes.

Steve lowered the newspaper and looked at her.

-Good morning, Wanda.

-Good morning, Steve.  –She answered before opening the fridge but closing it a few seconds later.

She poured cereal and milk into a bowl and sat on the couch, right next to the armchair Steve was sitting on.

-Do you mind? –She asked holding the TV remote in her hand.

Steve shook his head, allowing her to turn on the TV.

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