cream backpack

Be more chill Headcanons

-Rich keeps aloe and burn cream in his backpack, the cream smells like a dry cheap bar of soap and he hates it.

-Michael carries three fidget cubes around somewhere on his person at all times

-jeremy paints his nails

-christine paints Jeremy’s nails cuz she hates wearing it herself but likes doing it

-if rich paints his nails it’s /always/ yellow. Always.

-Eventually Michael puts a patch on his shoe, a little bag of popcorn on his red hightops.

-Jeremy Heere strictly wears espadrilles and converse.

-Brooke and Chloe make it their mission in life to open a daycare

-Jenna is still a closet 2012 directioner. She has.. So much merch..

-Jeremy has a seizure alert dog, a saluki golden retriever mix. The squip left.. Damage.

-Her name is Billy <3

-His seizures are usually unnoticeable to the untrained eye, but sometimes he has tonic clonics and he really hates those.

-Jeremy and rich develop ptsd and had real trouble taking their prescriptions at first to help it

-Jeremy cant use a pill counter, they have to be /in the bottle/ or he gets upset

-Jeremy is autistic and has mad echolalia and tourrettes, it’s the worst when he’s sleepy

-Jeremy stims, like, a lot. He carries tangles and little cell phone charms to help so he doesn’t do the flappy hands in public (but it still happens anyway) he gets embarrased a lot about it and if he catches someone staring he cries on bad days.

-So one time  he tries not to do it and it builds up and he gets frustrated and cringey and emotional and needs lots of hugs from michael

-Michael tells him how much he loves his little quirks and stims and fidgets.

-When Michael finally gets top surgery he’s just in bed for days crying until Jake scores him some valium. This is the first and only secret they keep from their boyfriends.

-When Michael finally comes off it after he’s healed he realizes he’s addicted af.

-he tries to deal with it alone but eventually Jeremy wheedles it out of him. He expects him to be mad but he’s just like, mad supportive and comforting and gets Michael into Group.

Girl made fun of my best friend's disability, so I left her a little surprise

When I was younger, I used to go to girl scouts with my best friend. I was around 7 or 8, and I was in the washroom when a couple of girls from our group walked in. I guess they didn’t realize I was there, because one of them started loudly complaining about my friend. My best friend has developmental dyspraxia. This girl was mocking the way she walked and spoke. She was pretending to stagger around and slurring her words in this “stupid” tone.

I was really upset. I was always defensive of my best friend, she was sort of an easy target and people made fun of her a lot. I’m autistic and while I received my fair share of bullying, it was never as bad. Anyway, I was too chicken to say anything and ended up just waiting until they left. The girl who was making fun of my friend, I thought she was really intimidating. She was one of the older girls in the group and we were all a little scared of her.

Still seething, I started to head back to the gym where we held our meetings. As I walked back, I noticed that the bitch from earlier had left her unfinished cream soda by the cubbies in the hall where we kept our stuff. (I should add that this girl was constantly drinking cream soda. I swear she was addicted to that shit or something, because she always had a couple with her.) I looked around, the hallway was deserted. So I grabbed her soda.

I then opened her backpack and poured the entire thing inside.

It got all over her gym clothes and shoes, everything. It was a sticky pink mess. When I was finished, I just zipped up her bag and went back into the gym like nothing had happened. She didn’t realize until after the meet had ended. My dad had just picked me up and we were about to leave the school when I heard her freaking out from all the way down the hall. Her mother thought the girl must have accidentally put the soda in her bag without noticing it was open. She swore up and down that she didn’t, but her mom didn’t buy it. No once suspected a thing, though I made sure not to stick around. To this day it remains my fondest memory from girl scouts.

TL;DR - I overheard a bully making fun of my best friend’s dyspraxia at girl scouts, so when no one was looking I poured her cream soda in her backpack. Bully’s mom thought the girl herself had done it accidentally, so I never got caught.

Invincible

Pairing: Dean x Castiel (HIGH SCHOOL AU)

Summary: An insecure Dean is comforted by his loving boyfriend

Words: 578 (short Destiel drabbles are my specialty)

Warnings: Insecure Dean

A/N: This is for @waywardjoy ‘Love The Ships’ challenge! My prompt was  “Why do you do that?”   “Do what?”    “Look at me like I am your everything?”

Originally posted by fangirlforever845


The light shining through the leaves of the trees overhead cast over bright blue eyes. Castiel lay underneath the tree that sat outside his high school. The bell had rung minutes ago, and most of the students had left, desperate to get home as quickly as possible, but Cas lingered around, waiting for his boyfriend. Dean had gotten detention once again and had to stay behind for an hour after school. He hadn’t explained what happened but informed Cas he wouldn’t be able to walk home with him today.  Not wanting to trek back alone, Cas had decided to stay behind and wait.

Castiel sighed when he realized he had almost an hour of waiting. He grabbed his cream backpack and pulled out an assortment of textbooks from different classes, determined to get as much homework as he could done while he waited.  

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Wedding Series #3: The Proposal

A/N: As I mentioned earlier, while doing my research, I found out that, while it’s becoming more popular with our generation, proposals aren’t really a thing in Korea, so these are going to be on the more private, simpler side. Also influenced by the fact that I prefer simple things (my poppa proposed to my nana at a stoplight while driving her to school and I think that’s absolutely adorable so…). Once again, if there’s anything you would like to see included in this series, especially if it’s your own cultural traditions, please, do not hesitate to request that it be done. I would love to include multiple cultures so that people don’t feel left out. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Jin:

I had finally finished my classes for the day and arrived at my home, where I couldn’t wait to cuddle with my boyfriend. I walked in, and my nose is immediately blessed by a heavenly smell. As I move closer to the kitchen, I see that the table has been beautifully decorated, with my favorite dishes laid out, and my favorite scented candles as the centerpiece. There was even a single *insert your favorite flower here* set on my plate. “Do you like it?” I hear a voice come from behind me. I turn and see Jin standing there with a bottle of wine in his hands. I go up and kiss him on the cheek and hug him. “I love it. What’s the occasion?”

“Can’t I just spoil my amazing, intelligent, talented, gorgeous girlfriend?” I giggle as he sets the bottle of wine on the table and I go to set my backpack in our room. When I come back, he’s standing behind what I’m guessing is my chair, ready to pull it out, which he does as soon as I get to it. “Seriously, I don’t deserve this.” He sits down across from me. “Of course you do. You deserve the world.”

We ate our meal mostly in silence, with the occasional small talk about our days. As we finished, Jin spoke up. “So, dessert?”

“There’s more?!”

“Of course!” He stands up from the table and starts walking towards me, most likely to the kitchen where this dessert is. “But first…” he stops right next to me. “I have something else I need to do.” He drops to his knee, and I immediately know what this was all for. My suspicions are confirmed when he pulls out a small black box from his pocket.

“Y/N. We’ve been together for almost 3 years, and while I’d originally planned to do this on our anniversary, I couldn’t wait. Words cannot describe how absolutely in love and devoted I am to you. So I hope this four words help show you. Will you marry me?” He opens the box to show an absolutely beautiful ring.

“Of course I will!” I jump on him, causing him to fall back on to the floor, where we both proceed to laugh. He sits up, me still on his lap, and slides the ring on to my finger, and we share the first of many kisses for that night.

Yoongi (his POV):

I finally got back home from the studio at about 6 in the morning. I go into my bedroom and see the love of my life asleep, looking every bit the angel she is. I set my bag down and remove my clothes. I sit on the edge of my side of the bed and open the drawer of the nightstand. I pull out the ring I bought and look at it for about the 63rd time. I wish I had the guts to ask her already. Instead it’s been sitting in this drawer for a month, only coming out at times like this when I look at it.

I look over my shoulder at y/n and wonder for the 1000th time what she would like like wearing a ring on her left hand. I turn around, and lightly grab her hand so as not to wake her up. I slip the ring on and admire it until she starts to stir. She rolls over and nuzzles her face into my chest. “You’re home.” She smiles. “I am.” I whisper into her hair before leaving a kiss.

A few seconds later, her face scrunches up in confusion and her eyes pop open. She lifts her head up and puts her left hand in front of it. “Yoongi. What’s this?”

I swallow the nervous feelings that are trying to work their way up. “It’s a ring.” I kiss her on the nose hoping to distract her.

“I see that. But what’s it for?” I kiss her on the corner of her lips.

“What do you think it’s for?” I kiss her on the neck, and stay there, leaving multiple kisses.

“Well…it looks like an engagement ring….but I’d rather you tell me.” I trail my kisses up her face until I reach her lips. “Marry me.” I whisper against them.

“Really?” I feel her smile against them.

“Yeah. I mean. We’ve been together four years. It’s about time.” I place another kiss on her lips. She giggles. “Yes.” She puts her hands on the sides of my face and gives me a long, passionate kiss. When she pulls away, she whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I place one final kiss on her lips before we both drift off to sleep.

Hoseok:

I’m walking down the hall, towards the boys’ dance studio, when I see six of them coming towards me. “Hey! Is Hobi still practicing?”

“Yeah. He said he wanted to get a couple moves he’s been working on right.” Jimin answers.

“Alright, thanks!” I wave at them as I pass by them, continuing my path to the studio. I walk in to see Hoseok sitting on the floor, drinking from his water bottle, obviously taking a little break. I sit on the floor behind him and hug him. “Hi Hobi!!” He twists around and grabs me, pulling me onto his lap and attacks me with tickles.

I screech and beg him to stop. When he finally does, he pulls me into a hug and whispers, “I love you” into my ear.

“I love you, too.”

“Marry me.” I freeze and pull back to look him in the eye. “Where did that come from? That came out of nowhere.”

“Actually, it didn’t.” I furrow my eyebrows as he pushes me gently off his lap and heads over to his bag. I follow him, and he turns around and holds out a ring. “I’ve been carrying this around for about a week, but it never seemed like the right time to ask. Sorry if it wasn’t special enough for you.”

I throw my arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. “It’s perfect.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Well it’s not a no.” I laugh and pull away so he can slip the ring on my finger.

Namjoon:

“Where are you taking me?” I ask as Namjoon drags me down a street in Seoul. “You’ll see.” He continues pulling me behind him. All of a sudden, we stop outside a bookstore. “We’re here.”

I look at him with one eyebrow raised. “This is the oh so important place you had to bring me to?”

“Yes.” He grabs my hand again and pulls me inside. He leads me to the thriller section and stops. “This…” he gestures to the area. “is where my life changed forever. I was walking passed this aisle when I saw the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life. I knew I had to talk to that girl. And I’m glad I did. Because that girl was you.”

“Uh…Namjoon…we met at the cafe down the street.” He reaches back to scratch his neck. “Yeah, I may or may not have followed you there after seeing you here so that I could meet you.” I burst out laughing. “You stalked me?”

“It wasn’t stalking! I couldn’t get up the courage to approach you here, and by the time I decided to just do it, you were leaving, so I had no choice but to follow you.” I wrap my arms around his neck and look up at him. “Well, I’m glad you did. Now why exactly did you bring me here and tell me this?”

“Because it only seemed fitting that this be where I do this…” He pulls a black box out of his pocket and goes down on one knee. “Will you allow me to follow you around for the rest of my life?” He opens it up to show a beautiful ring.

I feel tears threatening to come out. “Only if you let me follow you around.”

“Deal.”

Jimin:

“This is the perfect place for our picnic.” Jimin says after hiking for about 20 minutes. “Finally!” He gives me a look.

“You know I love hiking, but I’ve been starving for the past 10 minutes.” I set my backpack on the ground as he spreads out the blanket. I pull out the food, and we have a delicious spread of dishes. We spend the next 15 minutes feeding each other like a couple in a cheesy drama.

“Hey, y/n, I have some strawberries and cream in my backpack, can you get them for me?” Jimin asks as he begins to pack away the main dishes. “Sure.” I crawl over to his pack and open it. I stop as I see a tiny black box in there. I pull it out and turn to Jimin. “What’s this?”

He turns to me and his face goes pale. “You weren’t supposed to see that until we got to the top of the mountain.” Realization hits me. “Is this what I think it is?”

“Depends. What would your answer be?” His face starts to turn red as he waits for my answer. I respond by jumping on him, knocking him to the ground, and peppering him in kisses, causing him to laugh. “Calm down, jagi. If I’d known you’d be this excited, I would have proposed months ago.”

“You should have! I’ve been waiting for this since date number 5!!” He laughs harder as he pulls me into his chest to cuddle, the strawberries and cram forgotten.

Taehyung:

“Come on! We’re finally to the front of the line!” Taehyung drags me up to the front seat of the roller coaster. “Hold on! We gotta put our bags in the cubbies!” I go do that, then run back to sit next to him at the front of the coaster.

The ride begins and the car is slowly crawling up a hill that I knew would have a huge drop at the end. Once we got to the very top of the hill, Taehyung turns to me and asks, “Will you marry me?” Before I can respond, the car drops and my ears are filled with Tae’s laughter and the screams of other people riding. Once we get off the ride, we head over to get a funnel cake.

“Tae, did you ask me to marry you on the ride?”

“Yeah. I thought it would be different.” He said casually as he licked some powdered sugar off his thumb.

“Of course you would be this nonchalant after asking me to spend the rest of my life with you.” I laugh.

“Well, you haven’t responded yet, so there’s no reason to get excited just yet.” I go and kiss the powdered sugar that was on the corner of his mouth away.

“I thought it was a given.” He gives me his signature smile and pulls me into a hug. “I left the ring at home though, so we’ll have to do this properly later.” We both laugh.

Jungkook:

I just spent all day shopping with my friends who I haven’t seen in forever. As soon as I walk in the door, I feel something small and hard hit me on the forehead and hear my boyfriend yell out, “Y/N!! I choose you!!”

“Ow! What the fuck Jungkook? What did you just throw at me?” I drop my bags and go to find whatever it was he threw at me.

“Jagi!!” He whines. “That’s not how you were supposed to respond.”

“Well, how am I supposed to know how to respond when I don’t even know what it is you threw at me?” I respond as I finally find it and pick it up, then I finally realize what it was.

“Jungkook…is this a Pokeball shaped engagement ring?” He walks up to me and grabs it out of my hands. “Now, if I can finish. Y/N! I choose you!” He gets down on one knee. “To spend the rest of my life with if you let me.” Oh, he was so getting laid tonight.

Girl made fun of my best friend's disability, so I left her a little surprise

When I was younger, I used to go to girl scouts with my best friend. I was around 7 or 8, and I was in the washroom when a couple of girls from our group walked in. I guess they didn’t realize I was there, because one of them started loudly complaining about my friend. My best friend has developmental dyspraxia. This girl was mocking the way she walked and spoke. She was pretending to stagger around and slurring her words in this “stupid” tone.

I was really upset. I was always defensive of my best friend, she was sort of an easy target and people made fun of her a lot. I’m autistic and while I received my fair share of bullying, it was never as bad. Anyway, I was too chicken to say anything and ended up just waiting until they left. The girl who was making fun of my friend, I thought she was really intimidating. She was one of the older girls in the group and we were all a little scared of her.

Still seething, I started to head back to the gym where we held our meetings. As I walked back, I noticed that the bitch from earlier had left her unfinished cream soda by the cubbies in the hall where we kept our stuff. (I should add that this girl was constantly drinking cream soda. I swear she was addicted to that shit or something, because she always had a couple with her.) I looked around, the hallway was deserted. So I grabbed her soda.

I then opened her backpack and poured the entire thing inside.

It got all over her gym clothes and shoes, everything. It was a sticky pink mess. When I was finished, I just zipped up her bag and went back into the gym like nothing had happened. She didn’t realize until after the meet had ended. My dad had just picked me up and we were about to leave the school when I heard her freaking out from all the way down the hall. Her mother thought the girl must have accidentally put the soda in her bag without noticing it was open. She swore up and down that she didn’t, but her mom didn’t buy it. No once suspected a thing, though I made sure not to stick around. To this day it remains my fondest memory from girl scouts.

TL;DR - I overheard a bully making fun of my best friend’s dyspraxia at girl scouts, so when no one was looking I poured her cream soda in her backpack. Bully’s mom thought the girl herself had done it accidentally, so I never got caught.

ribbonsandchocolate  asked:

9 + Peter? 😁💜💜💜

Summary: Peter Parker is bringing you a treat, but he gets interrupted on the way.

Word Count: 1,663

Warnings: None.

Note: Not one of my best works, but I hope you like it, Alyssa! Thanks so much for sending me the prompt.


Peter Parker has just changed into civilian clothing and tucked his suit in his backpack after an afternoon of crime fighting when a ding comes from his jean pocket. He flips out his cell phone, and a smile crosses his face as he sees who it is from: you, y/n. He, of course, goes to Midtown High; you go to a school with a far higher acceptance rate and a far lower tuition. However, you found a perfect science study buddy in Peter.

You had struggled all the way through the past chapter, and only your perseverance and Peter’s patient explanations had saved you from banging your head on your desk in frustration. Today, you would be receiving the grade you had gotten on the unit test, and you had promised to inform Peter promptly.

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i hate the fact that i’m about to get on a train for the first time in my life and all i can think about is various tidbits from Murder on the Rockport Limited– almost entirely Angus McDonald related

Headcanon that Hide is a sucker for sweet stuff so he’s always bribed to do things with candy, cake, smoothies. But when Kaneki tries to bribe him, Hide’s like “No, no it’s okay. U keep the cake.” and he does whatever Kaneki asked him to.

It starts to bother Kaneki that Hide would only accept candy from their classmates/friends who ask him favors and never Kaneki himself so he feels a little hurt.

One day, “Nagachika-san, can you please take this to Mr. XXXX?” Hide is handed a stapled stack of documents. He raises a brow at his classmate. “Mr. XXXX’s office is across the campus, you know. That’s pretty far from here.”

“Would you do it for this klondike bar then?” His classmate pulls out the ice cream treat from their backpack and hands it to a drooling Hide who takes it with a delighted “Thank you very much.”

A hardcover book suddenly slams down on a desk, making a vey loud noise and the feet of a desk chair screeches as Kaneki abruptly stands up. He had been watchjing the exchange between Hide and their classmate, and was hurt when Hide readily accepted the ice cream treat from them.

Kaneki had offered Hide one earlier in exchange for help shelving books at the library but of course the blond denied tak9ing it and just promised Kaneki he’d help.
Without sparing Hide a glance, Kaneki storms out of the room.

Hide finds him sitting on a bench outside, and he joins him.

They sit in silence.

“Kane-”

“Hid-”

They both say at once. Silence again.

“What’s wrong, Kaneki?” Hide finally says.

Kaneki looks at everything but Hide whose eyes stare at his.
“W-why won’t you a-accept it from m-me?” Kaneki murmurs, clenching his fists at his sides.

Hide stares at him until he realizes what his precious friend was talking about. “Oh.”

Hide leans back and puts his arms behind his back, staring at the cloud-speckled sky above them.

Kaneki squirms in the silence but it’s comforting to have Hide’s presence next to him. The boy was Kaneki’s own warm sun in his often lonely, cold world.
Their school’s belltower rings, its chiming bells sending birds to the sky. Two settle on the tree above the bench where Hide and Kaneki sit.

“Because I’d do anything for you,” Hide suddenly said, leaning against Kaneki. “And yourself, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

bat-lucario  asked:

could you do the friends with benefits with taehyung if you havent already?

cool cool cool cool cool

  • you two were friends during your trainee days, but you reconnected when your groups were sat at adjacent tables at an award show and you and Taehyung got drunk shwasted together
  • late into the evening, he kept disappearing for a while, and bts was worried. where was Tae? well the first time, he was on his knees under your table with his head between your thighs, and the second time, you two are fucking the wheelchair stall of the men’s bathroom
  • somehow he ends up with your number in his phone, which is impressive bc u don’t remember giving it out, but you know it’s him, bc who else would send you a picture of their dick wear a pair of glasses 
  • (they were jimin’s glasses. he still doesn’t know about it)
  • Taehyung’s reputation for being weird and kinda mysterious comes in handy for the two of you keeping it on the DL, because no one ever really asks why he’s leaving the dorm at 11 pm with a can of whipped cream in his backpack and no explanation
  • sometimes he’ll just text you an address and a time, and you think he’s gonna take you out on a date or something, but know, you just end up making out in some random stairwell GOD
  • when he sings in the shower, he puts your name into songs
  • whenever he comes over to your place, you have to lock the pantry, or he’ll eat like 2 months worth of groceries
  • you once got annoyed that he blew you off to hang out with Jungkook, but Tae pointed out that JK is the love of his life and the two of you are just fucking and you’re too busy laughing to get mad
  • he steals your panties for wank material when he’s gone, and you steal his sweaters to sleep in
  • its weird how well you sleep when he stays over, bc he’s so frenetic while awake, but even when he steals the covers, somehow it’s the best sleep of your life
  • he sends you snaps of things that make him laugh and you feel like ur in on the joke about 46% of the time, but whatever
  • he always has a new playlist for you to listen to while making out, and they’re all fantastic
  • it’s a lot of fun hooking up with Taehyung, but also there’s a decent chance that’ll he’s gonna get you in so much trouble one day.

“There’s things…people, feelings, that I want to experience differently than I have before. Or maybe even for the first time.”

idk Dean’s probs talking about new flavors of ice cream or backpacking through Europe or gratuitous anal relations with an Angel of the Lord.

anonymous asked:

wilde hopps #53

53. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?!”


It had been a particularly bad day for them both. Their current case was pretty dark, and the bloody trail of leads had led them nowhere but dead ends. It’d hurt Nick to watch Judy leave the station that day, looking so dejected and hopeless, her ears were practically drooping to the floor. 

That’s when Nick had made it his personal mission to cheer up Judy Hopps, no matter what the cost. Only, whoopsie, he’d decided this at 3:30 in the morning, and by the time he made it to her apartment, it was 4 am. Double whoopsie, he didn’t have an access key to get into her building. And whoopsie number threesie; the groggy and angry-sounding apartment attendant wasn’t happy to be awoken at 4 am, and would not let a shifty fox enter the building without an access key, as she told him over the apartment buzzer. 

But Nick Wilde was a fox on a mission, not to mention he had a quart of ice cream in his backpack that was going to melt soon, and so, he did what he had to do. 

He scaled the side of the building swiftly, thankfully winding up at the right apartment. He tapped at her window, arms growing sore from holding onto the windowsill. “Come on, Carrots,” he grunted. “Hurry up.” 

It would look rather incriminating if he was to be caught hanging from the side of an apartment building at 4 in the morning, especially with him being a police officer and all. 

Thankfully, Judy awoke, rubbing her eyes sleepily before spotting him. She then dashed over to the window, looking shocked. “Nick!?” She gasped, unlocking and opening the window for him. “What are you doing here?!” 

“Do you want some ice cream?” Nick asked, smiling as she pulled him through the window. “It’s carrot cake flavored.” 

Judy laughed, wrinkling up her nose and shaking her head at him in disbelief as he dropped onto her carpet. “Who crawls through someone’s window at 4am for ice cream?!” 

“Someone who’s crazy about you,” Nick teased, smirking in satisfaction when the bunny blushed bright red. “And…someone who knows you had a bad day.” 

Her face softened, and she took the quart of ice cream when he handed it to her. “You’re crazy,” she muttered, going to her kitchen area (aka a microwave and mini-fridge) to get two spoons. Then, more seriously, she added, “Thank you.” 

“Anything for my bunny.” 

She smiled at that, rolled her eyes too. “Dumb fox.” 

“I think you mean cute fox. Or handsome, charming. All 3?” 

She shut him up by shoving a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He didn’t complain.