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The Five Times Bucky Picks You

Word Count: 2,084

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D 

Originally posted by duckybarness

The first time Bucky picks you, you’re sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.

Being in honors classes, you’re pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.

There’s a knock to your door and your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.

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Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include...

Originally posted by joeck

Requested to do the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)

 

- Getting to see how smart Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.

- Hand holding lots of hand holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger ones are always so warm and soft.

- Going on dates to the aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about in textbooks.

- Cuddling on cold rainy days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.

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Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride. (TL;DR at the end)

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive. (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

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“It’s February 14th, Neil!”

Nicky was exasperated. It was obvious by the way he looked out of breath even though he was just standing there being rather noisey.

Neil scrunched up his nose. As much as he loved Nicky, he wouldn’t mind hearing him less right now. 

“What’s your point, Nicky?” 

The thing with Nicky, however, was that when you requested a straight answer, you instead got a show. 

Act one of this show was apparently looking around at the rest of the foxes and proclaiming, “Can you believe this kid?!” 

Andrew was coming from his appointment with Bee so wasn’t at the locker rooms yet for practice. Neil found himself silently hoping he would get there faster to shut Nicky up.

Usually everybody would just let Nicky go on his rant, half ignoring him and half egging him on. But when Neil looked past him, he realized that all the Foxes were actually paying attention. Their eyes were focused on Neil with a combination of pity, confusion, and general annoyance. 

Nicky was making a huge fuss now, not actually getting to the point but rather going around it. “Of all the days to not know-”

But Matt cut him off. Which was odd, because Matt usually didn’t cut Nicky off. 

“Neil….do you really not know what today is?”

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dancing-thru-clouds  asked:

Okay, Tegs, I'm gonna have to ask you to explain the 'getting asked to leave preschool' thing

Preschool was a weird time for me. I was one of those horribly precocious children- I’d taught myself to read before I was three- and so while my classmates were learning their ABCs, I was reading chapter books I’d brought from home. It was honestly a total waste of time, and I acted out a lot because I was bored as hell. It was really more like day care, but understaffed- for the entire three and four year old class, there was only one teacher. Her name was Sister Ida and she would play us songs on the guitar and sing. But this wasn’t enough to mollify me; I had been SO EXCITED about school because that’s where you get to learn. The kids in books all went to school- my mom says that the summer before I started pre-school, I’d get out of bed and wake her up in the middle of the night asking if it was time to go to school. But then school turned out to be an utter disappointment. A lot of preschool is really about socialization; learning to share, learning to get along with other kids, learning not to be pushy- but I would shut down around other kids because I just wanted to read books. I’d throw a fit when my books were taken away, so Sister Ida just let me read. What else could she do? My parents didn’t want to move me up a grade because I was bad enough at talking to children my own age and they really didn’t think I’d thrive with kids older than me. I wasn’t more mature emotionally than my age cohort- I was just academically quicker, and that was a recipe for disaster if they’d bumped me up. 

My parents could never get stuff done with me around, because I was always asking a million questions, so they turned to that old standby, the electronic babysitter. If I was out of books to read, I could turn on the TV; my mom just left the one in the living room tuned to the Discovery Channel.  This was old school Discovery Channel, not the reality show network it is today, which meant that I was watching animal documentaries all the time

One day, I saw a documentary about sea turtles. Specifically it was a program about the miracle of sea turtle birth- how they have so many eggs and how they don’t all make it to the sea. There was a segment on how the sea turtles find mates and how the males hang onto the females for up to twenty-four hours and how mating is violent but then she has all those eggs… I thought it was amazing. It seemed like some kind of magic trick- insert magic wand, presto change-o, baby sea turtles. I decided that I would take this in for show and tell- I would demonstrate (drumroll, please) mating

I had these little plastic turtles that I put in my schoolbag. Show and tell came around and when it was my turn, I stood up in front of the class and said “I’m going to show you how sea turtles mate!” 

Sister Ida was not fast enough to stop me. I started talking about how the sea turtles entered a mating bond and stacked the plastic turtles on top of each other and then talked about how the eggs came out of the female’s cloaca. It was upsetting to the other children because I was using big words they didn’t know and it was upsetting to the nun because I was teaching three year olds about sex. When I started talking about how the male enters the cloaca and stays there for as long as a day and how the female sea turtle tries to bite him because his claws hurt, well… they’re just lucky I didn’t have visual aids beyond those two plastic turtles because male sea turtle genitals are enormous and horrifying. 

This all led to a conference with my parents where the principal explained that 1.) I wasn’t learning anything; 2.) that my boredom was actually diminishing my burgeoning social skills; 3.) and that I was introducing material that wasn’t grade appropriate to kids who didn’t understand. Really, it was the best thing for me- the principal thought that I’d be better off at the public school where they actually had resources beyond a singing nun with a guitar. So when it was time for kindergarten, that’s where I went. 

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Derek x Reader

Requested By @dontyouwishyouhadlove


You smiled at the little gift Derek had sent, it was a picture of the two of you, a few Hale siblings and cousins were squished in as well, you could never remember all their names. It was just like Derek to add to your hoard of photos, in fact you wondered if he sent you the pictures so they’d survive, he was forever bending or accidentally washing photos and bits of paper so it wouldn’t surprise you.

When you pulled up in the drive your front door swung open and your brother launched himself down the porch so he could yank open the door.

“I’ve missed you so much!” Scott sighed and you chuckled as you ruffled his hair.

“You saw me at gradation.” You chuckled and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah and then we’ve had to wait for months so you could finish up there and come back home.” You groaned as he yanked you out of the car and into the house.

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Dad Shawn

  • Sleepy Shawn rolling out of bed to get the baby at 4am
    He’s shirtless, and his hairs a mess, but the baby isn’t crying anymore
  • The way he’d look at your newborn like she’s made of gold
  • He’d always be willing to change the diapers
    Because thats the one thing he actually can do
    Since you’re almost always on feeding duty
  • “She rolled over, SHE ROLLED OVER! Babe, did you see that?”
    “Do it again sweetie, I want to record it, can you do it again?”
  • Shawn smiling proudly anytime someone calls your baby cute
    Almost like he’s thinking, yeah, I made that
  • “She said ‘Dada!’”
    “Shawn, she didn’t say anything.”
    “But she wants to, I know she does.”
  • He’d sing your kids to sleep
    And it was always the fastest way of getting them down
    When he was traveling for work, you’d put him on speakerphone
    So he could sing to the kids at night from wherever he was 
  • He would throw your children in the air and catch them
    Almost giving you a heart attack every time
    But they’d be laughing so hard
  • Saturday mornings were for cartoons
    And you don’t know who looked forward to it more
    Shawn or the kids
  • Every time Shawn returned home from a work trip
    He always brought toys, always
    Despite you telling him that they already had too many
  • Shawn taking your daughter out on “dates” when she’s like 7
    So that she would know how she deserved to be treated by a man
  • “So uh, babe, you know how you told us not to get a puppy?”
    “Yeah…”
    “Well, the shelter had so many cute ones.”
    “Mhmm?”
    “So we didn’t get a puppy, we got two. One for each kid.”
  • Anytime your kids were brought up in an interview
    Shawn always had a new story to tell about them
  • “She can sleep in our bed, just for tonight, please babe?”
  • Shawn helping your kids with homework
    “Um, I think we should ask your mom about that one.”
  • He’d always be in the backyard with your kids
    Showing them the best way to catch insects 
  • Your kids always like it better when Shawn pushes the cart or stroller
    “Vroom!” Crash! “Oops”
  • He’d build forts with your kids in the living room
    And you’d come home to see Shawn’s legs sticking out the back
    Because he’s too big to fit inside
    But he’s in there anyway
  • Shawn coaching your kid’s hockey team
  • And taking off of work early to watch them in the school play
  • He’d make sure your little men knew how to treat girls
    “Buddy, you gotta hold the door open.”
  • He’d write so many songs about your kids
    Most of them would never get released
    But you’d play it for them when they got older
  • “I’ll buy you ice cream if you stop screaming.”
    “Shawn, that is not how you’re supposed to parent.”
    “But it worked.”
  • Shawn would always be telling your kids he loves them
    In the most random moments too
    Your son runs inside while playing hide and seek with his brother
    And Shawn’s like “Hey son, I love you.”
    “I know dad. Help me hide.”
  • You never thought you’d see Shawn as passionate about anything
    The way he was passionate about music
    But then he became a dad.
What Tate was (probably) like when he was alive:

Originally posted by laysanj

(I did some headcanons at work but shh)

- Tate was probably a quiet punk kid 

- had depression 

- read comic books 

-  did art 

- got good grades 

- took care of Addie 24/7

- had a cat named Kurt and he the only thing that’d cheer Tate up

- like he’d come home to a empty house every day and Kurt would just meow and Tate would feel better after a shit school day

- And he’d lay with Kurt in bed listening to Nirvana like “yanno you’re named after him”

- "Watcha doing Tate?“"A E S E T I C”

- smoking

- had a job at a record or book store

- probably got bullied

- dyed his hair black for a period of time

- until Addie and Beau didn’t like it so he went back to blonde

- had all his cd’s alphabetically organized by band

- went shopping for food and clothes for him and his siblings bc his mom didn’t do it

- played with Addie and Beau; dress up, race cars, coloring, anything to make them happy

- found his skull thumb ring at the mall when he brought Addie dress shopping

- she picked it out actually

- “can we get ice cream Tater tot?””sure thing princess”

- wore his old clothes bc he didn’t have enough to buy HIMSELF new clothes

- skateboarded a lot

- when he and his mom or Larry fought he’d go to the beach and get high

- doodled on his school work

- “where do you wanna go to college, Mr. Langdon?””college? never really thought about it”

- lie. he did. a lot. mainly art colleges.

- cried in his shower bc of his mother’s abuse

- when he was home alone, he’d scream Nirvana lyrics with the music

- while he made like grilled cheese as his cat weaved around his legs

- sighing happily when he sat down, food in hand, cat in lap

- cringing when his mom comes home

- “Tate, I need you to watch the kids tonight; Larry’s taking me out””so it’s the usual nightly routine. got it”

- him holding Addie in his arms as they leave and shutting the door with his foot

- cooking chicken alfredo 

- putting her to bed 

- reorganizing his whole room when he lost things

- extreme bed head when looking in the mirror in the morning; sighing

- made lunch for him, Addie and Beau since his mom’s wasn’t there

- ushered Addie on the bus at 7

- then took off running bc his school started at 6:50

- papers flying from his brown messenger bag 

- cursing when the doors were locked

- ate lunch alone in the library, enjoyed the quiet

- “Mr. Langdon, I didn’t ask for sarcastic commentary””no but it just comes out of me”

- stole from the lost and found

(TWO THINGS; SHOULD I CONTINUE AND SHOULD I WRITE A FIC LEADING TO THE SHOOTING?)

Steal my groceries? I'll steal your mama's homemade tamales.

TL;DR Bratty roommate steals more than just my groceries; I steal her mom’s homemade tamales. She suddenly learns to respect my stuff.

Buckle in kids, this is a long one, but well worth the ride.

This happened nearly 15 years ago, when I was in college renting a house with two other people. In order to understand the gravity of this situation you must first understand the dynamic between my female roommate (whom I’ll call Becky) and myself (also female). We had one guy roommate (I’ll call him Bob), and the three of us all worked together at a restaurant and lived in the same house for 2 years.

So the three of us were pretty close during that time, we shared a friend group, worked together, and had roomed together a year prior. However, to say Becky and I were friends would be a generous assessment of the true nature of our relationship. You see, Becky and I come from very different backgrounds and also have diametrically opposite personalities. She was from a lower socioeconomic group, a racial minority, and street-savvy. I am the WASPiest wasp of all wasps who ever wasped, come from middle class whiteville and am terribly naive.  (I’ve learned a lot about my naiveté since then but I can still be a little dim to the true nature of people and have been hurt many times because of this.)

Becky, being the scrappy hood rat she was, liked taking advantage of people. We couldn’t leave a store without her stealing something and then later bragging about the “five-finger discount” she got.  She stole things from me and our other roommate, she manipulated people in our friend group to try and make me an outsider, she used me for my car, and she bullied me constantly by making snide remarks about being spoiled and telling anyone and everyone who would listen that my parents paid my rent. Yes, my parents paid my $300 share of the monthly rent because I was going to school full time and working a thankless waitressing job, the horror.

Okay so enough background. In the second year of our time in the house, Becky lost her job at the restaurant and decided not to work anymore. She also wasn’t going to school, didn’t have a car, and so she’d sit in her room all day smoking and drinking pepsi. About this time she got herself a boyfriend with a full time, well-paying job, so he was able to provide her with all the cigarettes and pepsi her little heart desired. One thing her boyfriend didn’t do, however, was reimburse me for the groceries she ate that I bought.

Every time I bought groceries, Becky would help herself to whatever I bought and sometimes sheepishly offer to pay me back. Which you already know she never did. Because how would she? She had no job and no money and I don’t like pepsi.

So this goes on for months, because in addition to being woefully naive, I was also a giant wuss who wouldn’t stand up for myself. (This has thankfully changed in my 30s. IDGAF about calling people out on their shit and am good at protecting myself from being used by the Beckys of the world, but back then I was a total doormat. I’d get angry with people, but I couldn’t stand up for myself). I would buy $80 worth of groceries for myself, Becky would proceed to slowly leech off my stash and I would run out before I had more grocery money. She never paid me or offered any exchange of goods or services for this food, and I never demanded them, and she knew I was too scared to stand up to her, so she kept this cycle up for a very long time.

Finally fed up with having my food eaten without reimbursement, and reaching the limit of my own door-matness, I proposed that we implement private shelves in the pantry and fridge, so as to avoid confusion about who was eating whose food. Becky scoffed at this idea, saying it would be too easy to misplace things and it could lead to fighting in the house, so we just shouldn’t do it.

Fearing Becky’s wrath, I backed down and started hiding food in my room, which was useless because Becky broke into my room and stole from my stash anyway.

Now comes the revenge part.

Becky’s mom made the most mouth-wateringly delicious homemade tamales you’ve ever tasted. Like, no foolin’. They were a rare treat that she only made a couple of times a year, and Becky rarely got to have any because her parents lived several hours away. So one weekend Becky’s parents come to town, and mama made tamales. Their tantalizing aroma filled our house the moment she walked through the door, and we all knew this was her dankest batch yet. Becky, being the kind of person who liked bragging about anything and everything she could hold over people’s heads to make herself feel important, boasted all weekend about how her mom brought homemade tamales and they were all for her and I couldn’t have any.

So one night, after Becky’s parents have gone back home, Bob and I go out for some drinks. We head back home and decide to do it right and invite a couple of friends over and drink a little more, and smoke a little more, til we’re both nice and toasted. And hungry.

Since Becky and her now near live-in boyfriend have eaten most of my food, and because they never bother to buy groceries themselves or reimburse me for mine, there’s barely any food in the house. But there are tamales.

So Bob and I, in our drunken reverie, help ourselves to homemade tamales. And we eat every.last.one. And they are delicious. They were, without a doubt, the best homemade tamales I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot because I’ve had a few.

Later that night, Becky emerges from her room, walks over to the fridge, opens the door, and after a moment asks, where are my tamales? Bob and I, full of tamale and booze and THC and not giving a fuck, tell her we ate them. Becky slams the refrigerator door shut, exclaims “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME”, stomps down the hall, slams the door to her room, and yells to her boyfriend “they fucking ate them!”.

You’re goddamn right.

A few days pass while Becky avoids me and is generally even more unpleasant than usual. Finally, one afternoon as I’m looking for food in the pantry, Becky and her bf come in with a few bags of groceries. As they’re unloading them she tells me she’s decided it would be a good idea if we had assigned shelves in the pantry and fridge to avoid any confusion about who’s eating what. She decided. Mmhmm, sure Becky.

And she never ate any of my groceries again.

And that, dear friends, is my tale of petty revenge. Thanks for reading :)

Disabled people can be parents too.

I grew up with 2 disabled moms.

My bio mom was chronically ill, neurodivergent, and an addict. She wasnt a good parent because of these things, and it made my childhood hard. I became her mom for a while. I cleaned up drunken benders, staved off severe panic attacks and psychosis, I collected my mom from the police when they brought her home. I stayed in the hospital through blood clots and transplants. She had a good heart, but it was clouded by how ill she was. When she passed away, it wasnt a surprise, it was inevitable.

My adopted mom is legally blind, If you ask her if this is a disability, she would say absolutely not. She’s always adapted to things very quickly and fought hard to get what she deserved. She uses all the technology she has available to her. Sure i might have had to do things differently sometimes, like point out stuff or read subtitles. But i always knew she was my mom. I asked her if anyone had ever questioned her ability to parent because of her vision, she said no. 

However, its not uncommon for that to happen to disabled parents. They are 3x as likely to have their children taken away by CPS, they are more likely to be deemed unfit, and they are more likely to lose their children in a custody battle. 

Most states do not have laws that prevent discrimination of this nature based on disability. 

I personally know people who have had their children removed for months because they were disabled and therefore unfit parents. 

Disabled people, like my moms, like my friends, and like me, are perfectly capable of raising children. 

Happy mothers day to all disabled moms out there, keep fighting for your right to parent. 

18 (Ethan)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT 

The room was buzzing as everyone gathered around to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to your boyfriend Ethan and his twin brother, Grayson. The night had been filled with music, dancing, and general party fun. Ethan and Grayson had sworn they weren’t going to have a big party but their older sister, Cameron, had insisted otherwise. 

“You guys have to celebrate! It’s your 18th birthday! Besides, how often are you home in Jersey the same time all our cousins are down? They’d be disappointed if you didn’t have a party.” 

Ethan shook his head, frowning. Both he and Grayson, ridden with social anxiety at times, generally didn’t like loud or crowded situations. Especially when they were both the centre of attention but you had assured Ethan with a squeeze of his hand in your own that you’d be there with him the whole way through. You had spent majority of that week planning the party with Cameron and you even had a small surprise for Ethan of your own later that night. A trip to Victoria’s Secret and you were ready to blow his mind. You had reserved a hotel room for you and Ethan that night because somehow his childhood bedroom didn’t really seem like a very romantic or sexy setting.

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Dark irlkent show me the forbidden nursey/chowder

*cracks knuckles*

- Nursey goes with Chowder to get his first tattoo and Chris insists they hold hands even though he isn’t even nervous. It’s their senior year, and he gets a shark and names it Martin. (Nursey chirps him endlessly about it because he doesn’t know how else to handle how adorable the whole situation is.)

- Obviously Nursey’s always tripping or falling or running into shit, so Chowder’s goalie reflexes have saved him on countless occasions. He swears he owes Chowder his life for catching him that one time he drunkenly tried to slide down the banister of the Haus stairs; Chowder says it was just lucky timing that Nursey fell on top of him, even if he did dive dramatically to save him from a concussion.

- Nursey will never ever tell Chowder to “chill,” and especially not when he gets going about one of his hyperfixations. Usually Nursey just stares at him with stars in his eyes while he rambles or rants or whatever till he can’t take it any more and he has to kiss Chowder.

- Nursey is a clothes thief, the worst of them. It wouldn’t be that noticable except he now has like 500% more Sharks merch than he ever owned in his life before. Chowder’s closet is still pretty full though, so nobody can really tell if Nursey is buying things to replace what he takes or Chris just has that much stuff. It’s probably both.

- Chowder loves it when Nursey reads poetry to him. He doesn’t like reading all that much, but Nursey’s voice is really easy to listen to and it’s super comforting and gets real soft when he’s reading poetry he loves. Especially when he’s reading it to the boy he loves.

- They are the literal biggest cuddle monsters. Eating dinner? Nursey’s in Chowder’s lap. Watching TV? Chowder doesn’t stop petting Nursey’s hair the whole time. On a roadie? They’re sleeping on each other. Finals week? They’re on a loveseat somewhere at the library, tangled together as they stress.

- They are the master of selfies. Every selfie they take together has at least one “#relationshipgoals” comment on it. They alternate who gets to post it, but Nursey has a polaroid so half the time he takes a picture and just sticks it up on his bulletin board.

- They’ve also been known to crop Dex out of pictures to make it look like a couples picture, which he gets real salty about. He posts the original and tags them in it with lots of passive aggressive emojis.

- The first time Chowder visited Nursey back home, he brought his stuffed shark with him. Nursey’s sister took one look at Chowder, holding this giant ass stuffed shark and excitedly rambling to Nursey’s moms about everything Nursey had shown him in the city, all bouncy on his heels, and just said “Marry him.”

- She then proceeded to give Chowder all the dirtiest secrets about Nursey she could think of for chirping material.

- When Chowder gets his braces off, Nursey is in class, so he sends Nurse a snap of his new smile. Nursey falls out of his chair mid-lecture when he sees it.

chase the dark clouds away

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The first thing Tooru sees when he wakes up his that all-too familiar pair of brown eyes.

He blinks slowly, his vision hazy. He reaches out to the side for his glasses, but they’re not where he usually leaves them on his nightstand.

In fact… his nightstand isn’t where it usually is. What’s going on-

“Hey, Tooru. Here.”

Hajime’s voice interrupts his train of thought, and he looks back up at his face. Tooru doesn’t need his glasses to see his favourite smile in the world. It lights up Hajime’s face, and Tooru nods and accepts them. He presses them up on his face, blinking a few times to get acclimatized.

He looks around at the white walls, white curtains, white bed sheets-

Oh, right.

He’s in the hospital.

He gazes down at his leg, which is wrapped up tightly, elevated up off the bed. It doesn’t hurt, but the dull ache in his arm from the IV is probably to thank for that.

But… it’s okay.

Tooru looks up to see Hajime grinning down at him, standing just beside his bed. His best friend reaches for his hand, and their fingers press together with familiarity.

His hands are warm.

What’s he have to be scared of, when Hajime is right here with him?

“Hey…” Tooru starts, but his throat feels dry and scratchy. He swallows once, and tries again. “Hajime… hi.”

Hajime squeezes his hand. “Hey, sleepyhead. My mom told me you’ve been sleeping since your surgery.” Hajime brushes a hand through Tooru’s hair, which he’s sure is a mess, but the soft touch is welcome. Tooru doesn’t usually let him touch him like this - it’s too embarrassing, too close , too soft - but he’s tired and compliant right now so he doesn’t fight it. Tooru closes his eyes and leans into it, so Hajime repeats the motion, soft and careful. “Have you seen the doctor yet? I should probably go get them-”

“No!” Tooru interrupts, tightening the grip on Hajime’s hand, opening his eyes again. “Don’t leave.” Hajime stares down at him, so Tooru continues. “Just… not yet, okay?”

“Okay.” Hajime offers him a smile. “How are you feeling?”

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Riverdale Chapter 5 Recap:

OBVIOUSLY THIS HAS SPOILERS BELOW*****

This episode….. I can’t even BEGIN. Omg I’m so fucked. This show….

• Jughead Jealous ASF when Betty said she had “a date” I don’t even ship Bughead but this episode has me leaning into their lane.

• Jughead all bashful when he smiled shyly and looked to the side OMG I KID YOU NOT I WAS SCREAMING. Another Bughead scene, writers are really pushing it.

• Veronica was soooooooo jealous when Archie said she was hanging with Val. It was cute not gonna lie even though I’m Beronica and Jarchie >>>>>> Bughead and Varchie.

• Archie shirtless and sweaty…. nothing more to add here.

• Miss Grundy is finally gone.

• Cheryl going on about her brother again… but this time it was really endearing. I have to say though, they do seem a little incestuous but maybe I just can’t relate to having a sibling I actually like.

• Anyone sorta shipping Archie and Val??? To be honest Archie looks like he’s in love with every character on the fucking show 😂😂

• We finally find out more about Polly Engagement, possibly self harm but more likely suicide attempt. Nothing is adding up yet with her storyline but I think we get to meet her soon. Everyone confuses Betty for Polly though, do they really look that much alike.

• MY FAV KEVIN ONLY HAD TWO LINES IN THE WHOLE EPISODE BUT HE MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD WITH THE LOOK ON HIS FACE WHEN MRS. BLOSSOM WAS CARESSING ARCHIES FACE OMGGGGGGGGGGG

• Blossoms vs. Coopers, it all started with a bottle of syrup and a murder… We find out that Betty’s Dad isn’t so innocent at all, but would he really go far enough to kill Jason?

• I personally believe Jason’s parents killed Jason…

• I wasn’t a Cheryl Stan before…. but now I’m in love with her. This smol fiery red head does not deserve the words she gets from her mother, and I’m gonna be so upset if the writers actually send her away to boarding school.

• I would’ve liked more Jarchie 😕

• Also, Jughead’s home situation wasn’t brought up again 🤔

• Veronica’s Mom is going through some deep shit lmfaooo and possibly something good happened for Veronica’s Dad? An inference from Mrs. Blossoms comment about “have you come here to gloat?”

• Archie finally picked music over football, although he still going to be on the team.

I think that’s it wow, all in all this episode was 15/10. My crops are thriving, my skin is clearer, I just ran into some money, life is great and so is this show tbhhhhhhhhhh.

anonymous asked:

My mom was sitting near me during the ls, and when he pulled out the barbecue sauce she started cracking up and was like "HE BROUGHT BACK GROCERY STORE BBQ SAUCE AS A SOUVENIR???" which I mean, Sweet Baby Ray's is basically the most basic bbq sauce you could get... But for some reason it just makes sense when it's Phil

phil literally bought an entire bottle of sweet baby rays barbecue sauce and took it home with him because he liked it so much… and he liked it so much that he thought it was vital to show during his liveshow

Imagine Meeting Mary for the First Time - Part Two

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Author’s Note: Here it is! Part two! I’m still behind on the season, so I don’t know what shady shit Mary does but I know she does it. Tumblr spoils a lot, but all I know is that she works more with the BMOL. I’ve not seen the finale so I can’t wait to see how that rips my heart apart. - Haley xx 


Part One

The past few months was hell when it came to interacting with Mary. She was being shady with Dean and Sam about her actions anyways, but when it came to you asking her where she’s been or when she’ll come back, she ignored you; like you didn’t exist.

Your brothers thought that Mary being in their lives again was making your life a living hell. But it wasn’t. The fact that she acted like you weren’t there was; Mary didn’t look at you, didn’t speak to you. You were invisible to her at all times. You weren’t looking for another mom, you had a great one back home in Mississippi. You weren’t looking for a friend either. You were looking to be friendly for the sake of your brothers. Her sons.

When Mary brought back food to the Bunker, you were surprised she brought some for you as well. A sack of burgers and two cases of beer slid across the table towards you and Sam. You and Dean dug in while Mary explained what she had been doing. 

She’s been working with the British Men of Letters.

You watched Sam drop the burger he was unwrapping and shift around in his seat. Toni the so-called rogue member of British Men of Letters was the one who tortured Sam. 

Dean and Mary were arguing when you stood up. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked her. “You think bringing food and beer would soften the blow that you’re fucking with the Brits?”

“Y/N,” Sam said, grabbing your arm, trying to pull you down to your seat. 

“No, Sam,” you huffed, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “They hurt you. And anyone who loves you would understand not to get involved with them,” you spat in her direction. 

“You don’t know anything about what they’re doing,” Mary said, leaning across the table. “And you don’t know anything about me and my boys.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve known your entire life story since I was seventeen. I could fucking recite it in my sleep. It’s you that doesn’t know anything about your boys. You don’t know that Sam prefers salad over burgers or the brand of beer that Dean likes. You’ve been dead for thirty-four years, and now that you’ve shown us that you don’t care about your boys,” you said, adding finger quotes, “it’s about time you’ve left.”

You pushed away from the table and left the room. 

There was no way you were going to let Mary hurt Sam even more with this. She might be Dean and Sam’s mother, but she wasn’t their mom. That woman’s been dead since 1982.

Perfect (Bucky x Reader)

Request: Can I request a bucky x reader where you bring bucky to your parents home or they come to visit at the compound or wherever you live and they bring pictures of you as a baby,pre teen and high school

Words: 1,337

Warnings: Nope

Tags: pabegay1 i-am-mina frolicsomefawkes thyotakukimkim happelu970 annadier Shamvictoria11 spookass

Literally I was cringing just thinking about my preteen awkward pictures as I wrote this. I hope my boyfriend never finds those…..hahahaha


“I miss this.” You sat down at you and Bucky’s kitchen table. Your grandma was sitting across from you, a cup of coffee in front of both of you. Your hair was off your face, being pushed back with a couple bobby pins and hair sprayed to avoid it from coming loose.

“So have I, but it’s not like we’re necessarily right around the corner from one another anymore.” Your grandma chuckled softly, and placed both hands on the sides of the cup. You hummed in agreement and blew on your coffee to cool it down. Although you knew you weren’t really helping it cool down.

“I wish we were.” You admitted. Your grandma made a tsking sound and looked around your kitchen and dining room area.

“But you like it here, especially now that you live with that handsome man of yours.” She nodded to where your mom and Bucky were in the living room. Your mom and him laughing at something one of them said.

“I’m lucky.” You laughed softly, turning around to face your grandma again.

“That you are.” Your grandma agreed with you, a sly smile crossing over her red stained lips. “And so is he. You two are perfect for each other, never have I ever seen such a beautiful couple. So young, so in love.”

“Thank you?” You giggled, playing with the locket hanging from your necklace. You heard Bucky’s laughter erupt from the living room and you turned around quickly to see what had caused it.

“Mom? What’re you doing to him?” You scrambled up from your seat and made your way into the living room where your boyfriend and mom were looking through photos in an old photo album. “You brought that?”

“It’s for you, Y/n. I thought you would like to have pictures of your childhood around in your new home.” She looked up at you with a sly smile on her face, and you simply rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Scoot over then. I wanna see.” You sat in between your mom and Bucky. Your mom laughing at where you chose to sit, and placed the photo album in your lap.

The pictures started off sweet. They were from when you were just a little baby or toddler. Your outfits were adorable and awkward at times, but nobody can harsh on a little baby with pretty eyes and a silly smile. Bucky cooed at what you looked like all those years ago and you giggled softly, you cooed at yourself several times as well.

But then the pictures began to move on to when you became older. There was one when you were eight and were overly mad at the time the picture was taken and it was obvious by the look on your face. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t freak out until you saw the pictures that had been erased from your memory.

Your preteen years.

“Oh my god, no!” You tried to shut the album but both Bucky and your mom stopped you. Your preteen years were filled with awkward as all hell pictures. Horrible hair choices and purposely ugly faces every time a camera was pointed your way. Your fashion choice was awful and you cringed just looking at it.

“That’s you?!” Bucky stiffened a laugh. “You’re adorable.”

“No I wasn’t!” You blushed, reaching up to cover your cheeks with your hands as you cringed. “I don’t know what I was thinking, okay? God, shut up, okay!”

Bucky wrapped an arm lazily around you and pulled you closer to his chest as he chuckled at pictures of twelve year old you. You could feel the warmth radiate off his chest and scrunched your nose as his chin dug into the top of your head. You mom watched the two of you with heart eyes, she adored the two of you.

“I love you.” He murmured into your hair, although you could still hear the tease in his voice and the stiffened laughter.

“Whatever.” He squeezed you closer to his chest and you laughed. His scent swarmed your senses and your heart beat a little faster.

The pictures moved on from your preteen awkward years and moved on to when you were in High School. Your fashion taste were way cuter, and your hairstyles were way more stylish. You actually started looking like yourself, unlike when you were twelve. There were pictures of you with your friends, some who you were still friends to this day.

There was a picture of you when you first started learning how to drive and from all the times you went to sports games at your High School. There were pictures of you in Homecoming dresses and at school events. As you neared the end of your High School years, Bucky stared in awe as he saw you in your Prom dress from senior year.

You felt at ease when the album finally shut, and Bucky could feel it too since you slouched back into his chest again. Bucky chuckled once more and your mom grabbed your hands, pressing a light kiss to them and grinning at you.

“I love you, Y/n.” Your mom placed the album on your coffee table for you.

“I love you too, mama.” Your mom stood up and went into the kitchen to where your grandma still was. You tilted your head all the way back against Bucky’s chest and kissed under his chin lightly. He looked down at you, a grin still covering his handsome features.

“Is it too soon to tell your mom I love her?” You couldn’t help but laugh, moving your head back to facing forward. Bucky’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and hung lazily in front of your chest and stomach. You played with his long fingers with your much smaller ones.

“Feel free, she already loves you.” Bucky’s whole face lit up although you couldn’t see it, you just knew.

“When did she say that?” He sounded eager and excited, he adored your mom and her approval of him being with you meant the world to him.

“A while ago. She said you’re already family to her.” Bucky grinned more, and wrapped his fingers around yours before bringing them up to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss on them.

Bucky fell silent for several minutes. You could both hear your mom and grandma mumbling a conversation in the kitchen but neither of you could understand a word they were saying. They both adored Bucky to the moon and loved how he was with you.

“You’re so perfect.” The words came out of his mouth softly and his voice was only just above a whisper. Your heart skipped a beat and you froze for a second while playing with his fingers. You wrapped your fingers around his metal thumb and squeezed it tightly.

“You’ve always been perfect, doll.” He shifted his fingers around so that they were holding onto your hand instead. The coolness causing chills to run throughout your body. “Even when you were a dork.”

“Hey!” You giggled, your eyes closing softly and staying closed for several moments. You opened them and looked down at the your hand intertwined in his. The metal feeling of his fingers never failed to cause a rush of butterflies in your stomach and electricity to run throughout you. He gave you a sense of life.

“You’re perfect, Bucky.” He didn’t say anything. He only squeezed your hand softly, careful not to hurt you. He was always worried about his arm around you, he always thought he would snap you in half if he wasn’t gentle. For the longest time, he wouldn’t let you touch his arm.

You told him you loved him, every last bit of him. You told him you loved his arm, you told him that it wasn’t scary to you. It was a part of him, and you loved everything about him.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“You okay? That was a huge blow!” He was laughing and smiling and completely astounded at the size of the line I had just blown. My name is Jane and I’m fourteen years old. I’m sitting on Alex’s bed with his iPad on my lap with two more lines waiting for me to bring the rolled up dollar bill to my nose. I briefly looked up at Alex and gave him a little smile to let him know that I was alright but when I did I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes were glossy and the whites were a tint of red which made the blue in the irises stand out even more, my sun-kissed skin turned a ghostly white. Who the hell have I become?
I am no longer the girl that would sit on the swings and squeal with excitement as my dad would give me a hard push. I am no longer the girl who would walk into church on Sunday morning with my great grandfather, hand-in-hand. I am no longer the girl that hides in closet with her sister and pretends that the boxes are rocket ships. I am now the girl that can remember her dad pushing her once on the swings before getting high over at the tennis court. I am now the girl that knows what would happen after church when my great grandfather would help me undress. I am now the girl who knows that every time Ashley and I would pretend we’re space explorers on a different planet it was because she didn’t want me to hear my dad hitting my mom.
As I stared at myself in the mirror and these memories danced in my head and the images played back like some sort of home movie, I became disgusted and angry with who was looking back. I brought my nose to the rolled up dollar bill and I inhaled. Just like that, I felt as though nothing bad had ever touched my life. I am Jane Cowens, I am untouchable.”
—  A book that will never be read

booksrockmyface  asked:

Hey, y'all! My birthday is April 28! I would really love something fluffy. Really into fake relationships at the moment. Any rating will do! :)

Originally posted by fourfivesecondsfromwilding

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“Out!” The door hit her in the shoulder as she pulled it open. Katniss ignored the pain. “I said out!”

Gale brushed a piece of hair behind her ear, his fingertips skimming along her cheek as he did so. She pushed his hand away. “Come on, babe, let’s talk about this.”

“You can ‘talk about this’ with your other babe.” Katniss hated air quotes with a passion. Right now, she hated him enough to ignore that. “I said out.”

She heard a door squeak down the hall. Lazy shits in management had promised to fix that months ago. Katniss glared at the man who had dared to poke his head into the hallway. “Not you, Mellark. You stay in.” He didn’t budge. Was nobody listening to her today?

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