Derek has had the sun in his eyes for hours, lying sprawled out on his stomach in the center of the big bed, swaying right on the edge of awake and asleep. It’s the sound of light feet padding across the floor that finally drifts him back to the surface of consciousness, giving him a few seconds to remember what year it is before the mattress dips down by his ankles.
“Daddy,” comes a smooth voice, which manages to reach him despite the barrier of sleep. Derek likes to think it’d reach him through anything.
“Mmh,” is his response, forcing half an eye open.
He shifts with a heavy sigh, watching his son crawl up the bed towards him. Once he’s at eye-level with Derek, he simply flops down on his side, resting his little head on the big pillow. What little hair he’s got is in total disarray, standing out in all directions, and Derek lazily reaches out to smooth it out the best he can.
↳get to know me:favorite female characters → the ghibli girls “Many of my movies have strong female leads – brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a savior. Any woman is just as capable of being a hero as any man.”(– Hayao Miyazaki)
karendavidofficialIt was only befitting to finish on the last day of filming Season 6, at 10am the next morning, with the wonderful, kind and beautiful, Ginny. My first day on set back in early August last year, was with this lady, and she welcomed me with open arms, and made me feel so at home with the whole gang. I just adore her and am grateful to have worked with such an amazing human being. 💙🙌🏽 😘 @onceabcofficial (x)
Okay so everyone always has Jack proposing with this super elaborate gesture and I totally agree with that, but what if Bitty beats him to it?
Like, Jack has this whole thing planned out. During a family skate, where Bitty is hanging out with everyone as Jack’s long-term bf, Single Ladies starts playing over the loud speakers and Bitty starts dancing with one of the kids on the ice and the lights dim and suddenly like a disco ball or something pops out and SMH all comes out on the ice and start dancing around Bitty and he’s laughing and when “all the single ladies put your hands up” plays Bitty throws his hand up and the music stops and Jack drops down on one knee in the circle formed by his friends and teammates and says “Bittle, if you’ll have me, this is the last time you’ll be a single lady. Will you marry me?” And Bitty is crying and Jack is grinning his stupid Jack grin and Shitty is bawling and Ransom and Holster are sniffing and holding hands and Bitty says yes and they kiss and the song starts again at “if he liked it he should have put a ring on it” and everything is perfect.
At least, this is what Jack has planned. He told George and she had tears in her eyes and said that “of course she could make it happen” and the Falcs all think it’s great and all of their SMH friends set the date and plan on being in Providence come hell or high water. And it’s the night before and the thought of the ring in his hockey bag is making Jack want to puke and he and Bitty are curled up on the couch watching Cut Throat Kitchen and eating dinner.
(Y/N) is the new student at Beacon Hills High School and she has a secret. Being born blind, she was never able to see a thing, until she was attacked by a wild animal. To this day she has never told anyone about it. So will she do it now?
“Have a nice day,” my mom said with a smile. I ignored her and rolled my eyes behind my dark sunglasses.
“We’ll see about that,” I finally spoke out. Before my mother could respond I opened the door of the car and quickly shut once I was outside. My mom didn’t try to go after me. She had already failed enough to know that it wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, she drove away, leaving me in front of the big and old building of Beacon Hills High School.
I rummaged through my bag until I found my white cane. I grabbed it and unfolded it. Once I was sure it was on complete length, I made my way to the entrance. I could feel the eyes on me. But I was already used to it. It only happened for whole my life.
I was born blind. I will always remember when I was four and heard my mom crying the day before my first day of school. “Why couldn’t she be normal,” she cried to my father. It crushed my little heart. Fortunately school itself wasn’t too bad. The bad thing was that when I was 13, my dad had gotten a new job which was a result of a lot of moving around the country. Beacon Hills High would be my… 8 school. But my parents promised me that it will be the last one before college.
So, yeah. I was born blind, but I can see actually now. A few years ago, I was in the woods with my parents when I got attacked by some wild animal. It resulted in me going to the hospital and staying there for three weeks in the intensive care. At least that’s what people told me, because I was unconscious for most of it. The weird thing was, that when I woke up, I could see. I could see the hospital room, the bed I was in, everything. I never told anyone about it. Not even my parents. I knew that it would rise up weird questions and they would probably send me to a secret lab to get me checked out. ´
I walked until my cane hit the stairs. I sighed just when a female voice behind me asked if I needed some help.
“Oh no, I’m fine. But thank you.” I smiled to the girl. I looked at her through my glasses. Fortunately she didn’t see that. How could I explain why I - a blind person - was eyeing her down.
The girl was shorter than me. She had long fiery hair and she was wearing a light sundress. She gave me a kind smile.
“Well, let me at least help you get to your locker.”
“That would be great.” I smiled. We walked together up the stairs and when we got to the door and she held it open for me. I ticked around with my stick and thanked her again.
“I’m Lydia by the way.”
“(Y/N)” I introduced myself. Lydia guided me through the busy hallway and talked about the school and her friends: “I’m sure you’ll love them.” We walked for a few more seconds before Lydia finally realised she was missing some major piece of information.
“228,” I said before she could even ask me.
“How did you know?”
“I assumed you will ask me sooner or later.” I smiled and I saw her let out a small laugh.
“Well, here it is,” we stopped in front of a locker.
“Lydia, could you tell me on which number the lock is positioned?”
“Uhm, it’s a five,”
“Thanks.” I touched around on my locker for the lock and once I got it, I started to twist it to get my combination. It finally unlocked and I started to get my books out. One by one, I felt for the letters and started to think when I was gonna need them. In the meantime, Lydia had to get her own books, so she said goodbye and that she would meet me at lunch. So I was, again, all alone. I had no idea what to do now. I closed my locker and unfolded my schedule paper. I felt the small dots:
I turned around from my locker, on the other side of the hall, right opposite of me, there was a boy. He was trying to stuff in his already packed locker.
I though. He was also my only option, because for some reason, this hallway was completely empty.
I took my cane and started to walk towards him. I waved it around slightly until I lightly hit his ankle. He immediately turned around. He seemed confused at first, but when he saw my cane his expression changed to a softer one.
“Hey,” I smiled, “I was wondering if you could, maybe, guide me to my lesson.”
“What gives me the honor of this,” he laughed, but I could hear that he meant it in a kind way.
“Because, from what I could hear, we are the only people in this hallway.”
“Right.” his wide smile dropped a bit. “So what class so you have?”
“Uhm, Econ from a certain mr FInstock.” I told him. His smile returned as quickly as it vanished.
“Great, that’s where Iḿ heading off to too.” He offered his hand for me to shake, “My name’s Stiles.”
“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” I held out my hand a bit more to the left than his hand was. Stiles quickly realised his mistake and took my hand from the direction I was pointing it at.
“Nice to meet you too.” he shook it.
I have been here for less than 15 minutes, I have already been pleasantly surprised by a few people. It almost never happened that somebody opened the door for me. Or didn’t correct me when I didn’t hold out my hand in the right direction. Obviously I do it not to look suspicious, but I will always remember when it wasn’t just an act and when I was really blind. I couldn’t see a damn thing in front of me and people always used to talk about it like it was nothing. But here, it was already different. Especially the next thing.
“Here, take my hand. Than you can get rid of that cane.”Stiles offered. He out his hand on mine and I gladly grabbed it. With my other hand, I folded my cane and put it in my bag. For a second I thought if he maybe had a blind relative, but I couldn’t really figure it out. He was a big mystery, just like me…
“Ladies and Gentleman, this will be the last stop, please step out.” he badly mimicked train conductor but I still couldn’t help but laugh. We walked into the classroom, still hand in hand, and he only let me go when I was seated. Stiles took the seat next to me.
Soon after, the bell rang and the rest of the class walked in, followed by a man who looked like he was electrocuted and after that still had drunk a couple of cups of coffee.
“Alright, everybody, get your books out.” he said as he sat on the corner of his desk. I felt around in my bag for the book with the dots that spelled out
and after some time, I finally found it. I put it on the table, together with a small recorder to record the notes. It would be a bit hard to write for me, I figured.
Once I had all my stuff ready, I realised that the teacher had not said on which page we should open our books. He had written it on the board. Clearly, he did not know about me, or he was too stubborn to care about it.
I was about to get a small panic attack, when from beside me, Stiles whispered: “page 63.”
“Thank you.” I replied just as softly as he did.
“Who can summarise last lessons reading. No, not you Greenberg, everybody knows you can.” mr Finstock practically yelled into the classroom. He looked around the classroom, until his eyes spotted me. My heart skipped a few beats. I knew what was coming.
“You, knew girl. What’s your name?” I stuttered out my name and, again, I could feel all eyes on me. Except for Stiles’. He was switching his look from me to the teacher as if he was watching a tennis match.
“Okay, new girl. I assume you didn’t do the reading. So, come upfront and tell us something about yourself.” I stood up, shakingly. Right when I was already standing, I realised that I didn’t have my cane. Then I heard something: “Just walk straight on. There are no bags. You’re safe.” it was Stiles. Very slowly, I made my way to the front of the class. Then I turned around and all those eyes made me sick. Everybody was staring at me.
“And take those glasses off, weŕe inside.” a boy in the back said loudly. Some people started to laugh, but the majority had seen me already in the hallways and knew why I had them. But still, that prick wanted a show, so I would give him one.
I took of my glasses and this was followed by a girl screaming. Apparently no body expected the gruesome scar that was splitting most of my face in half. The boy that seemed so happy with himself just seconds ago, looked as if he was going to puke. What was surprising to me was, that Stiles didn’t look bothered at all with my appearance.
“Well, My name is (Y/F/N), I am 16 years old and as you have figured: I am blind.” it was completely silent. “But the funny thing is,” I laughed a bit, “is that this-” I pointed around on my face, “is not the reason of it. You see, I was born blind and a few years ago I got attacked by a wild animal in the woods and this is how I got it.” the girl that screamed before, was looking paler and paler. I smiled widely, maybe a bit crazy looking with my top half of the face totally messed up. “Hopefully we can all be great friends.” at the end, I turned my head a bit in the direction of the prick that was still looking as if he was gonna be sick in a matter of seconds.
“Alright.” mr Finstock said after a moment of silence, “let’s get you back in your seat. Stilinski, get over here.” Stiles stood up and walked over to me. I had put on my glasses again and he helped me get to my seat.
“That was amazing,” Stiles told me once we were seated.
After that class, I decided to just keep holding my cane the whole time. If the teachers would see that, they would understand why I have my glasses and I wouldn’t have to traumatize more kids… as fun as that was.
“Let’s go get some food,” Stiles said as we walked out of English classroom. We passed a lot of people. Through my glasses, I could see them looking at me and whispering. I decided to play a little game myself, so every time I saw someone whispering I would turn my head towards them and look straight into their eyes. Obviously they didn’t see that I was looking at them. One girl even screamed and ran away.
We turned a few corners and walked through a couple of hallways until, we had reached the cafeteria. It was packed, which made me a bit nervous.
“Alright, so hold my hand and just follow me,” Stiles reassured me, as if he knew how anxious I was. I reached out for his hand which he quickly took and we made our way through the space that was filled with screaming teenagers, until we stopped at a table in the far corner. There were already some people sitting there, including Lydia.
“Okay, (Y/N), let me introduce you to everybody. First we got Scott,” he pointed to a boy that was sitting at the table. Scott was tall and actually quite muscular, but he hid it under baggy sweatshirt. His hair was short and black. He gave me a kind of a crooked smile.
“Next we have Kira, she’s Scott’s girlfriend.” Stiles explained. Kira was a skinny girl with long dark hair. She waved a bit awkwardly as she was eating her lunch and had taken a huge bite of her sandwich right when Stiles introduced her to me.
“Then we have Lydia.”
“We have already met,” Lydia interrupted my guide.
“Okay, so that leaves Malia,” he introduced the girl that was sitting opposite of Lydia. She looked much taller than any of the other girls (including me) and also a bit wild. She looked at me with a confused expression.
“You smell weird. What are you?” I was taken aback by her question, just like everyone else at the table. Lydia clearly kicked her because Malia let out a small yelp and gave Lydia a look.
“I’m… blind,” I said a bit uncomfortably.
“Well, that was everybody here,” Stiles said after a short moment of awkward silence.
“Hey!” a voice came from behind Malia. It was a boy, that was clearly younger than anyone at the table.
“Oh, right. That’s Liam. He’s kind of an idiot.” Stiles whispered the last part to me as he let me sit down next to Liam.
“And that’s Stiles. He’s a total dick by the way.” Liam said as I sat down next to him, what made me giggle for a bit. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Scott was looking at me a bit weirdly. Just like Malia did before.
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Definitely better than I had expected. Even though I kept on getting strange looks from both Malia and Scott, everybody was very nice to me.
After the last lesson had ended, Kira offered to take me to the exit. I found out that she was actually a really funny girl. A bit awkward, but also very funny. And apparently, she was half Japanese, half Korean.
“Well, I love sushi.” I said.
“Great. The rest don’t really like it.” she said.
“They don’t know what they are missing.” I told her. Kira smiled and then started to tell me a story about her “first date” with Scott. Apparently they had dinner at her place (with her parents) and they ate sushi, when Scott ate a whole mouthful of wasabi, because he thought it was guacamole. We both laughed about it until we had reached the car of my mother.
“I will se- talk to you tomorrow.” she had quickly changed her words. I smiled.
“It’s okay,” I assured her, “It would only be weird if I said it.” we started to laugh again and then I got into the car. Kira waved to my mother and then left.
Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
A/N: I haven’t seen my best friend in like a month (bc she goes to school and I do online school) and on the weekends she’s always doing something and I can’t see her this weekend because she’s packing and I can’t see her next weekend because I’m going up north and it’s just so ugh.
“He what!?” Wanda, Peggy and Natasha screech over the phone. You wince and pull the phone away for a split second.
“Could you guys scream any louder?” you huff.
“Y/N Bucky fucking kissed you!” Natasha responds, the others humming in agreement.
“He almost kissed me. Almost.” you correct your friend.
“It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you two could have kissed.” Wanda says. “So why didn’t it happen.”
“He has a girlfriend, Wanda. I can’t just go around kissing the guy! That’s fucked up.”
“Y/N, how long have you been in love with the guy?” Peggy asks.
“Since I was sixteen.”
“And how long has Kirsten been in love with him?”
You roll your eyes. “It’s Kristen and I have no idea.”
“Let me rephrase; how long have Bucky and Kristen been together?”
“Exactly. You’ve known him longer. It’s like your god-given right to be with him.” she tells you and again you roll your eyes.
“You guys… I can’t. He’s happy, okay? I just want him to be happy.” you frown.
Natasha sighed. “You need to stop hurting yourself like this, Y/N. Seeing him with her, hearing him talk about her, I know it hurts you.”
You bite your lip and look out the window.
“You need to tell him how you feel. Before it’s too late.”
You breathe in. “It’s already too l-“
“No it’s not. Stop saying that.”
You open your mouth to respond but footsteps from the stairs catch your attention and you turn around seeing Bucky making his way down.
“I gotta go, Bucky’s coming and I haven’t spoken to him since yesterday.” you quickly whisper.
“Alright and tell Bucky how you feel!” Natasha exclaimed.
“No, not ‘maybe’ you better-“ and you hung up.
You slip your phone into your pocket before walking over to the fridge and pulling out the apple juice. Just as you were reaching for a cup, Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was shocked to see you mostly because he had thought you went out shopping or went to meet up with Wanda, Nat and Peggy.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t expect to see you here.” he says.
“Well this is my parents house.” you respond, not looking at him as you turn around and place your cup on the counter.
Bucky scratches the back of his neck. “Right.” he watches you pour the apple juice into the cup before taking a step forward. “Hey… can we talk about yesterday?”
You froze with your hand on the fridge. Squeezing your eyes shut, you take a deep breath. You were hoping the two of you could just forget about what had happened. You really didn’t want to talk about it.
“What about yesterday?” you ask, putting away the apple juice and turning around.
“When um… when I almost… kissed you.” he held his breath, waiting for you to respond.
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Oh that. Right.” you chuckle and Bucky had never been more confused. “Don’t worry, I didn’t take it seriously or anything. You were just messing with me like how you always do.” you lift your cup to your lips. “Right?”
It takes Bucky a few seconds and he felt something inside him but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He smiled. “Right.”
But it wasn’t a genuine smile.
The first week had gone by in a flash and it was now the 23rd of December which meant last minute gift wrapping.
“What do you mean there’s no wrapping paper!?” Bucky screeched as he tugged at his hair.
“I mean there’s none!” you pace the room. “I thought my mom had some, I swear. I guess she used it up wrapping presents this year.”
Bucky sighed. “Do you know what this means?”
“We have to fight our way through last minute Christmas shoppers.”
“Just like last year.”
Last year for Christmas Bucky called you up and asked you to go to the store with him to get some things real quick. Of course, you said yes.
You groan. “But last time we did last minute shopping there was one last roll of wrapping paper and some lady nearly killed me for it. I don’t wanna die, I’m only twenty-one.”
Both yours and Bucky eyes widen and you turn to look at each other.
“I’ll get the keys.”
“I’ll get our wallets.”
You make it to the store and let out a groan when you see people rushing around for last minute items.
“God this is worse than black Friday.” you murmur. “Speaking of black Friday, do you remember the time when-“
“No time for reminiscing!” Bucky cut you off, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the back of the store where all the Christmas things were.
“We need the stickers with the names on it and some bows and tape!” you say as Bucky picks up three rolls of wrapping paper.
“Doesn’t your mom have all that?” he questioned but when he saw the look on your face and he looked at the wrapping paper in his hands, he nodded. “Yeah… Let’s go get that stuff.”
The two of you got the bows and tape, now all you needed was the name tags. You and Bucky searched the shelves until you spot one last booklet of name tags at the bottom of the box.
“Bucky I found it!” you exclaim and with a smile, you reach for it but as soon as your fingers grasp it, another hand grabs it as well.
You look up, seeing a lady who was already giving you a death glare.
“This is mine.” she says.
“Technically it’s mine because I grabbed it first.”
She huffs and tugs at it. “Let go, it’s mine!”
You exhale and gulp. This is it. She’s gonna kill you. And for what? A book filled with-
“Hello, ma’am?” Bucky appeared next to you. “I was just talking to my co-worker over there,” he pointed over to one of the stores employees, “and he said we have a brand new box full of name tags so if you could just-“
The lady didn’t give him time to finish his sentence before booking it to the employee. You look over at Bucky and smile.
“Thanks. I was already saying my goodbyes to everyone.” you say and he laughs.
“Let’s go.” he grabs your hand. “I lied to her. They don’t have box of name tags.”
“You talked to him?” you nod over to the employee who was talking to the woman.
“Yeah. He said they wouldn’t be getting a new shipment of name tags until tomorrow morning so we better get going.”
You look over at the lady and the employee only to see her looking back at you with a scowl.
“Yeah, let’s go. I think she figured that out.”
After paying the two of you head home and up to your room.
“Alright, I’ll set everything up and you bring the gifts over.” Bucky says. You nod and gather the gifts - that were still in the bags – and bring them over to where Bucky was seated on the floor.
While he sorted everything out, opening the tape pack and bows you separated yours and Bucky’s gifts as to not mix them up.
When you were done you sat next to him.
“Alright, let’s get wrappin’.”
A/N: so while I was writing this my arm was burning and I was like wtf so Ilook at it and there’s scratch marks on it and I’m like wtf? I haven’t been scratched? So I ignore it and continue to write and then a couple of minutes later my arm starts burning again but towards the left more and I look and I have scratch marks there too. The scratch marks moved to the left, even crossing through my scar I got when I was l like 6. It was really weird. Now they’re gone but I dunno. It was pretty freaky. Anyways, I hope ya liked this part, tell me what ya think!