here are all the playlists that were requested:

smoking weed with fairy royalty

you’re sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool lit by neon lights, but instead of water the pool is filled with peach soda

you’re an alien visiting your human boyfriend on earth and you’re entering the earth’s atmosphere but you’ve done it like thirty times so you’re just chilling

everything is endless cornfields and stormy skies and the end of the world is coming so the radio’s playing apocalyptic tunes

you’re sitting outside dairy queen at 2am w cherry topped sundaes and you’re wearing your best friend’s faux fur jacket

you’re at 7/11 at night minding your own business but when you go to leave you realize the door won’t open and all the power goes out except for the slushie machine so now you’re just chilling on the floor in a 7/11 in the blue light & hum of a slushie machine

a tiny dancer living in a dusty music box

you’re really tired and it’s late and you feel numb but you’re laughing at memes and feeling intense love for your friends

when you’re in the woods alone and you’re following a tunnel to a house, you hear a sound behind you and when you look around you realize this tunnel doesn’t have a start or an end, and it never did

The bakusquad goes shopping.

The dorm is running low on food. The class elects these lazy ass kids to go to the store. Biggest mistake:

• Sero And kaminari take turns pushing the cart and mina is just laying in it with her legs hanging over the edge. All the groceries are either on top of or beside her.

• They started out following the list Momo gave them but it went to hell in the cereal isle.

• They get one box of every cereal. They have to get another cart.

• Its super late so they’re the only ones there.

• They decide to have a cart race. Kaminari pushing mina and bakugou pushing kirirshima. Sero is the referee. Whoever makes it to the cashier first wins.

• Its immediate chaos.

• Mina spilled milk down an entire isle.

• Bakugou and kirishima just used it to slide past them.

• The cashier doesn’t even blink like he just gets a mop.

• They head over to the seafood section and kaminari is staring at the eels with this sad ass expression. Sero asks what’s wrong and this extra boi just goes “Those were my brothers man.”

• They start a game of who can find the most useless thing that they can buy with the left over cash.

• Mina wins with All Might sideburn stickers. Bakugou was a close second with a pair eraserhead brand slippers that claim to leave behind no footprints.

• They get them for Aizawa anyway.

• They have reached the slushy machine

• Another contest to see who can drink the biggest slushy the fastest without dying.

• No one wins they all fall to the floor crying

• Sero tapes a bunch a garden gnomes around corners so they scare anyone who turns that corner.

• Kaminari has been heard screaming six times already and it never gets old.

• Kaminari has a shit load of vlogging videos of Sero trying to parkour. In one of them he grabs one of the overhead pipes with his tape but it gives way and he falls and the rest of the video is kaminari laughing.

• Most of the other videos are of bakugou and kirishima being cute when they thought no one was watching. Little kisses, them holding hands. Bakugou staring at his laughing bf.

• In one of the kiss videos they’re kissing at the end of an isle and the other three are at the other end and in unison they all yell “GAAYYYYY”

• You’ve never seen a group of teens runaway so fucking fast in their lives.

• When they finally go to cash they’re??? Way over budget??? That’s what you get for buying all that cereal.

• But Mina had stolen Present Mic’s credit card earlier because of a dare so they just use that.

• In the parking lot kirishima and kaminari are telling lame jokes and Sero and Mina are laughing and bakugou is telling them to shut the hell up and they’re. OK. And happy.

• They end up getting back to the dorms at 3 in the fucking morning and everyone fell asleep in the common room surround by boxes of half eaten pizza.


• They all wake up wearing the All Might sideburn stickers that may or may not be superglued to their faces.

• Present Mic tries using his credit card after Mina slips it back into his wallet. But it gets denied? He doesn’t understand. When did we buy all this cereal aizawa?

• Aizawa receives his slippers and he actually wears them as pajama slippers.

based on this post


A/N: I’ve been working on this one for like three days cause my creative juices just weren’t flowing. I’m still not happy with it but ho hum i got a shit ton of requests to do so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


“Are you wearing contacts or are your eyes that mesmerizing”

That was the thought that popped into your head as soon as you saw the cute blonde sitting next to you in biology. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you felt a searing sensation on your left wrist. The words “ Shit! She’s cute and her hair smells nice, think of something funny”. You looked oddly at the text before taking a whiff of your hair, you kne using that new shampoo was a win. At that moment the cute boy next to you spoke up.

“They aren’t contacts by the way” 

You stared at the boy next to you as he awkwardly shuffled. You’d only heard stories of people meeting their soulmates. With the hustle and bustle of university life you had but the prospect of meeting your soulmate to the back of your mind. But here you are sitting right next to your soulmate struggling to find the words to say.

“Oh and sorry for sniffing your hair, I’m Yoosung by the way”


“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen”

You were intently listening to Jumin’s business proposal carefully making notes on what he was saying while occasionally getting distracted by smooth voice (widely known fact: jumin’s voice is like butter). You happened to drop your pen, in the process of picking it up you caught sight of his interesting choice of socks.

“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen” you thought to yourself. Who would have guessed the “cold hearted heir to C&R” was into cats?

You were brought out of your thoughts as you heard a deep cough. 

“If you like the socks so much I’ll be happy to get you a pair of your own”

You froze. Your mind still comprehending what you had just heard. Before you could stop it you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.



“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes”

You and your friends were on a midnight snack run in your pajamas. You were currently at lodged in the shopping cart grabbing every sugary item you could off the shelves. Mina was pushing the cart while Jisoo was abusing the free refill rule at the slushie machine. As you turned the corner to the drinks aisle you caught a glimpse of a guy shovelling six packs of Phd.Pepper into his cart

“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes” you mused. Mina parked the cart next to the guy and went to grab pizza, making you in charge of the drinks.

“That’s pretty rich coming from the person literally sitting in a cart of junk food” you gaped at his statement. You were 99.9% sure you didn’t say that out loud.

“But since your pajamas are exceptionally cut i’ll let it slide” he laughed observing your pikachu onesie.

“Fuck, typical, the time I meet my soulmate I’m in my onsie about to eat me fucking weight in snacks” you muttered lowering your head in embarrassment.

“Hi..I’m Saeyoung, your future husband”

“Is that how you greet all the girls?” you chuckled at his rather blunt statement.

“Only the ones I’m destined to meet,”

~Admin Petty

anonymous asked:

Picture this. It's the apocalypse, you and your crush are the only people left alive, and you believe you have no choice but to tell them how you feel. How would you express your feelings?

“Look, everyone else is dead which is kinda cool because hey I can go find a slushie machine and get free slushies but eventually that’s going to run out and I’m going to have to learn how to make slushies myself also if you want to drop a beat we could free style rap to pass the time I know it sounds dumb but it’s actually really fun if you’re terrible but if we do it too much we might get good at it and then it wouldn’t be fun so we better use that time wisely and also you’re the last other person alive on earth so there’s a 99.999% you’re not into goat people with bad posture and lois griffin noses but even if you are I’m not into the whole re-population deal I can’t say I’ve really thought it through but I’m pretty sure incest is involved and if you’re really not happy with the whole last people on earth thing we can go climb a roof top watch a sunset and off ourselves or something because everyone you know and love is dead so I understand if you want to leave but I’m probably going to stick around for a couple more years and create some more things maybe some more films as that’s a lot of fun also I’d like to draw more and maybe I’ll rob some fancy dress stores until I find a suitable black robe because if you’re not wandering around in the apocalypse with a black robe you’re doing it wrong oh man I’ve been talking all this time without pausing for breath I really should have split this into separate sentences I don’t normally talk very much but y’know everyone else is dead and I’m actually really scared so I just have a lot of inner dialogue I’m spewing out everywhere also you look pretty what’s your favorite ice cream flavour because I personally prefer vanilla to chocolate and I get a lot of shit for that but you don’t seem like a very judgemental person also if you do decide to kill yourself I’m probably going to have a little dance montage to the song Dancing With Myself by Billy Idol because I had a dream when I was 14 where I did that and I thought that’d be a pretty funny thing to do if you’re the last person alive but if you don’t want to die we could go get ice cream or something actually you know what I don’t really even like ice cream very much I’m actually more of a popsicle person”

EXO: late night adventures


-  so he’d text you in the middle of the night bc he can’t sleep, and practically drags you out of your bed to go to the grocery store that’s opened 24/7
-  and he’s like babe…ilysm idk how you can stand me and my randomness but I really couldn’t sleep bc I kept thinking about you and tbh I was coming over anyway and I just needed an excuse
-  so now you’re drinking your third slushy and he’s talking about getting married and traveling the world with you
-  whenever you’d scoff at his wild suggestions, he’d move closer to you on the pavement and put his arm around you
-  "I’m serious. Then I wouldn’t have to take like 3 busses just to come over to your place, and we can finally have our own slushy machine to make them at 1 in the morning, jagi"

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-  he was working late in the studio one night and asked you not to wait up for him, but you thought you’d surprise him (low key you just wanted to watch him dance)
-  so after hugging you for an hour, he leads you to one of their studios since there’s no one there at this late hour, and shows you this new track they’ve been working on
-  and he’s so mesmerized by your expression and smile, and the way you’re nodding your head to the beat
-  and he’s thinking ‘why don’t I invite her to the studio more often??? …oh yeah bc I’ve got those flock of puppies to look after’
-  after spending some hours goofing off and making diss tracks about each other, he saves it onto a flash drive and sleepily heads home with you

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-  Yixing had just come back from a long schedule in China, and he’s so happy to finally be back in your arms and your shared apartment
-  neither of you could sleep, despite the late hour, so he suggests taking you to this place he discovered while out with the boys one day
-  it’s an abandoned building, where you both sat on the roof and stared at the night sky of the city
-  he’d smile in awe as you yawn and lean your head on his shoulder, but you two would keep talking until there’s nothing left to talk about
-  he’d protectively wrap his arms around you when the sun started to rise, and whispers to you that he wants to come here every night from now on (sike, it’s too cold yixing, you’re lucky I love you)

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-  you’d just finished watching a midnight viewing of this new movie, and both of you were now standing outside the theater, with baekhyun’s lips lazily tracing your jaw and neck 

-  "y/n, what do you say we go back inside and watch another movie?“ He asks mischievously. “Didn’t you say you spent your last dollar on those twizzlers???”
-  and he’s like “well, I said nothing about paying for our tickets. Let’s go.” Lmao he’d drag you back inside and tries to act nonchalant
-  you’d pretend to be looking at the schedules for the movies and avoid all the workers until you get close enough to the entrance near the ticket line
-  he’s like an actual puppy and he’s holding your hand while running over to the nearest movie playing. It just so happened to be the same movie you just watched…nice going

Originally posted by realqcy


-  he wouldn’t do anything too wild, probably suggest a karaoke match-off when you tell him that you can’t sleep, and this is great bc he can’t focus on his work either 

-  so this is a much needed break. Plus, it’s a chance to show off his vocal skills and have you rolling your eyes
-  pulls you in his arms during duets and stares into your eyes and he’s basically serenading you
-  might take it too seriously and go full *exo chen* mode, with the dance routines and everything
-  and although he’s mostly playing their songs now, you can’t help but to sing badly along with his angelic voice and you finally understand why opposites attract  

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-  he takes you out to an amusement park and you two would spend the whole day together, not realizing that it’s REALLY late now but neither of you wanna go home 

-  so since they’re gonna be open all day and all night, might as well make it a night to remember
-  you’d ride the ferris wheel so many times, to the point of the vendor just going “look, there’s literally no one here but you so idc, yall can go on it as much as you like, just press this button and wake me up when you’re done”
-  he’d be pointing at the random buildings in the city and claim that’s your apartment, that’s where you’re gonna live next, and that’s where you’re gonna have your kids playing in the backyard
-  ofc with his arms wrapped around you, he’d keep whispering cheesy stuff in your ear and kissing you every now and then

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-  not the type to do this often, but he sees you’re really stressing over your work and offers to take a walk with you around the area 

-  he’s loving the fact that no one’s awake at this hour, and it’s just you two walking peacefully, hand in hand
-  would get butterflies in his stomach when you shiver and move even closer next to him, then he’d offer his jacket and wrap it tightly around you, all while scolding you for not bringing one
-  he’d suggest stopping at a local ice cream shop and buys you your favorite flavor
-  when you try and mess with him by placing some on his nose, you better run bc you’re about to be attacked with tickles and kisses

Originally posted by mauloveskpop


-  late night adventures are a constant thing in your relationship and you couldn’t live without them, esp when he’s always suggesting random places to visit in the middle of the night, like the park near your place
-  you’d be childishly playing on the swings as he loudly cheers you on from the top of the slide
-  having dance battles in the sandpit, and flicking sand on him to mess him up (nice try, he can’t mess up even if he tries)
-  once you’ve settled down and sat on the benches, you’d cuddle into him as he quietly talks about his childhood and how he always used to come to the park and mess around
-  then ruin the moment by randomly giggling at some random memory he had and now he can’t stop slapping your knee and wheezing

Originally posted by j-jennie


-  he’d be hella sassy and tell you to bother someone else since you can’t sleep. Then he’d be like aw I took it too far, she just wants to hang out with me
-  so he’d be like alright, let’s go to the beach, jagi, bc what could go wrong this late at night? So you’d happily walk over to the beach near your shared place, and he’d immediately proceed to take off his shirt and dive into the freezing water
-  you’d take out your phone and take hella pictures of his dorky self, and threaten to post them if he doesn’t stop and come sit next to you
-  after trying aegyo and failing, he’d dry off and use your body head to warm him up bc he was too dumb to bring a change of clothes
-  it would be really peaceful, sitting closely to him and listening to the sound of the calming waves and the complaints of your freezing boyfriend

Originally posted by wooyoung


-thomas and james are constantly rollar skating / blading everywhere which means by default theyre good at figure skating

-dont trust me on that “rollar bladers are automatically good at figure skating” bc im not sure

-alexander gets really annoyed when he hears the whirs of jeffersons skates

-”eat my ass, alexander” speeds off doing the frozone skate

-alexander has complained that its not safe for the work environment that james and jefferson skate around, not in the area thats supposed to be skated in but washington finds it funny

-james and jefferson are actually yuuri and victor in disguise

-not really dont take that seriously

alexander, sobbing: “washington plEASE- make them stop”

washington: “why? theyre not doin anything”

alexander: “just today, thomas rolled up to my desk and jumped on top of it, knocking down my papers and spilling my ink, only to stick his leg out and ask if i liked his new skates”

washington: “okay”

washington: “your point?”

-alexander puts up a sign saying “no skating within 50 feet of me. ever. please. customers are fine, fuck off thomas”

-thomas takes that as a challenge and skates around the break room as often as he can

-alexander is the tired manager let him sleep

-“sometimes it makes me wonder why i even bring the thunder” *james skates to change their position so him and jeff are back to back with their arms crossed “why he even brings the thunder”

-john draws things on thomas’ skates, much to alexanders annoyance

-elams is a thing

-theres a lot of poly

-by that i mean two poly ships, elams and jeffmadsburr

- thomas, james, and aaron work the snack stand

- thomas has a secret menu which consists of different mac&cheeses and theyre all equally terrible

- if you order one of his mac&cheeses he will sell his soul for you and give you a discount on whatever you buy next

- james spilled the slushie machine once and it ruined a pair of thomas’ skates, alexander was happy for a few days

- “thomas please” is something that comes out of james’ mouth multiple times a day, though the context varies each time 

- aaron wants everyone to be quiet for a minute

- alexander is the tired manager, like i said before

- he prefers to stay a w a y from the snack stand

- ordered something there once & had a stomach ache afterwards

- john is the receptionist

- like a million post it note doodles everywhere, the janitor hates him

- keeps a tally of how many people order the full day pass, but leave within three hours

- so far its up to twenty people in the past three months

- eliza doesnt work there, but often goes in to help because martha (washingtons wife) helps out too and shes like a mom to liza

- peggy is a usual and always buys thomas’ macncheese

- will routinely defeat thomas in skating races before opening, she gets in because he lets her


- angelica is tired & helps out at the reception

- she pines for alex and john sees that but doesnt do anything

ill add onto this later, im still workin out things & need to think of where to put lafayette and herc!! theyre a thing in this too

anonymous asked:

JD is a known criminal in the 7/11 for trying to take the slushie machine one time so he begs Veronica to go in to buy him a slushie all the time

she sneaks he peeks

A Soul Mate to Remember Chap 2

Here’s Chapter 2! Please enjoy!

Tags: @welcometothecity

Chapter 1

Y/N- your name

L/N- last name

TW: Some name calling/cursing, if I need to add any, please message me!

The party was going splendidly. You hadn’t been forced to talk to anyone, the food was sub-par, and they had a slushy machine filled with a mixed drink that you could probably convince someone to grab one for you at some point. Maybe your cousin, who already seemed to have one to many of them…

 Now paparazzi had been chased off by your uncle and a few police friends, you could tell that the Waynes were somewhat relaxed now. You were standing at a table next to the pool. While your mother was with the Waynes talking, and you could somewhat hear their conversation. What you couldn’t hear, you guessed.

“Oh, I’m Ms. L/N, Greg was my husband’s brother, that’s my daughter, Y/N, over there,” You saw her motion to you and you waved, Mr. Wayne and his wife waved back.

 "She looks so lovely,“ Mrs. Wayne complemented on you to your mother,” I just love her hair.“

 "Thank you, so do you have any children?”

  You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Your mother knew the answer to that question, and all the rumors too, she read every tabloid available.

“Yes,” Mr. Wayne answered,“ Four boys, ages twenty-six to ten. We adopted most of them at young ages, actually the older three are all here tonight.”

“We should introduce them,” Mrs. Wayne said,“Their names are Richard, Jason and Tim.”

Your mother chuckled,“Oh my! That’s a lot of boys, how do you manage? It must be so hard being outnumbered!”

 Mrs. Wayne laughed, and you checked yourself out of the conversation by checking your lipstick in your phone, before settling on devouring a cupcake.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a crossover between In The Heights and Hamilton where there is some sort of mix up between Usnavi and Hamilton? The situation could be anything, but it would be funny to see how everyone would react to the dopplegangers

I FINALLY WROTE IT. I guess third time really is the charm. I’m now down to one request so if you guys have any please send them in.

Send me a prompt if you want me to write something for you! If you use a list just specify old list or new list.

Alexander was unsure of how he had gotten himself into this situation. His specialty was writing debt plans, not fixing slushie machines. Yet here he was, lying on the floor of a bodega he had never seen in his life, trying to figure out the inner workings of its slushie machine.

The boy who had pulled him off the street was standing next to him, dancing anxiously from foot to foot.

“Come on, Navi,” he urged. “If we don’t get it working soon the Piragua Guy’s gonna outsell us, and then I’m gonna owe him twenty bucks.” He slammed a hand down on top of the machine. “Twenty bucks, Usnavi!”

Alexander didn’t respond; he was too busy staring helplessly into the depths of the machine. And besides, the kid hadn’t listened to him twenty minutes ago when he said he wasn’t Usnavi, so why would he listen now?

The boy bent over to study his face. “That’s it? No reaction? No lecture on how I shouldn’t be betting the lotto money?”

“Look, kid,” Alexander grunted, but the boy cut him off as if he hadn’t even spoken.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Usnavi de la Vega became the irresponsible one. Looks like I’m gonna have to take over the bodega now. You leave me no choice. The reign of Sonny de la Vega begins today.”

“I’m not Usnavi!” Alexander yelled, sitting up and banging his head on the machine. “My name is Alexander Hamilton.”

The boy—Sonny—froze and studied Alexander. He slowly became aware of the subtle differences between this man and his cousin. Alexander was skinnier, had longer hair and deeper shadows under his eyes. He was also much better dressed than Usnavi, with skinny jeans and a grey sweater.

“Oh. M-my apologies,” Sonny chuckled nervously. “You look exactly like my cousin.”

Alexander waved him off. “No harm no foul. Although,” he pulled out his phone to check the time, “I was supposed to meet my friends on that corner twenty minutes ago. The fact that none of them have texted me, however, makes me think I should find better friends.”

Sonny held out a hand and helped Alexander to his feet. “I’m sure they’re worried about you. Now, would you like a free sodapop before you go as compensation for accidentally kidnapping you?”


Alexander’s friends were, in fact, not worried about him. Because twenty minutes earlier, an unsuspecting Usnavi de la Vega had wandered onto the very same corner on which Sonny had found Alexander, and he was descended upon by three very energetic people—two men and a woman.

“Alex, my man!” One of the men yelled. He draped his large, muscular arm over Usnavi’s shoulders. “What’s up?”

Usnavi opened his mouth to respond but before he could the other man spoke in a heavy French accent.

“Mon petit lion!” he screeched. “What are you wearing?”

The first man pulled back and studied Usnavi’s large red button down, baggy jeans, and newsboy cap.

“Oh, dude,” he said. “We gotta get you some new clothes before dinner.”

The woman said, “As much as he needs it, there’s no time, Herc. John and Eliza are waiting for us at the restaurant.”

The first man—Herc—sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

The Frenchman looped his arm through Usnavi’s and pulled him along, chattering in incomprehensible French. Usnavi tried many times to interject in either English or Spanish, but the man was relentless. Herc and the woman—Usnavi heard Herc calling her “Pegs"—trailed behind them, critiquing his outfit.

Usnavi was led to a restaurant that he was sure he couldn’t afford. He was ushered inside to a booth where he was forced to sit down next to a freckled guy with curly hair. Pegs sat down next to a woman with long black hair, Herc sat next to Pegs, and the Frenchman pulled up a chair to sit at the end of the table.

“Hey, Alex,” the new woman grinned as Usnavi sat down.

The freckled man lit up upon seeing him. “Hey baby!” He leaned over and pecked Usnavi on the cheek.

Usnavi yelped, “Dios mío!” and leaped out of his seat. “Listen, I’m not whoever you think I am. I’m Usnavi de la Vega, I own the bodega in the Heights, and I am most definitely not your boyfriend.”

The group stared at him in shock, and the freckled man looked especially horrified.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, touching his lips lightly. “Oh my god.” He dug frantically into his pocket and called out his phone. “I gotta go call Alex.”

He pushed past Usnavi and ran outside.

“Well, this is sufficiently awkward,” Herc said.

The Frenchman stood up. “Je m'appelle Lafayette. These are my friends, Hercules, Peggy, and Eliza. The other one was John. I would like to offer my sincerest apologies for this whole, how you say, debacle.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Usnavi sighed. He took his hat off and ran his hand through his short hair, then replaced his hat. “God, this is gonna be quite the story to tell Vanessa tonight,” he laughed.

John came back in, dragging with him a man who looked almost exactly like Usnavi.

“I found him,” John said, looking relieved beyond comparison.

“You must be my doppelgänger,” the man who Usnavi assumed was Alexander said. He stepped forward and shook Usnavi’s hand. “Alexander Hamilton. I met your cousin earlier. That’s a nice bodega you’ve got, but I should tell you that your slushie machine is broken and Sonny’s been making bets with the Piragua Guy.”

Usnavi’s face paled. “I gotta go. Y'all feel free to stop by the bodega anytime.”

He rushed out the door and Alexander collapsed into the seat Usnavi had previously occupied. John sat next to him, clinging to his arm protectively.

“You guys,” Alexander began, spreading his hands on the table and examining his friends’ faces, “I’ve had one hell of a day.”

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Darcy/Bucky, Soulmate AU

Word Count: 1855

(I know Darcy is American, but I just can’t bring myself to refer to Philosopher’s Stone as Sorcerer’s Stone so assume her copy of the book came from England or something, if you need an excuse for that).

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me and john (@sixxxxxxer) were talking about heathers which led to talking about how toxic michael/jd is so yeah here something written by me and edited by him:
Michael, Jeremy, and Christine had somehow ended up in the small town of Sherwood, Ohio on their roadtrip. Of course, Michael forced everyone to stop by a seven eleven once they got into the town to refuel his car and get snacks. “Be right back!” he promised, closing his door while Jeremy groaned and Christine bid him farewell. He whistled a tune and strolled inside.

A boy in a dark trenchcoat towered over a girl in blue. It looked ugly, from what he could see. Michael avoided it and started to shop for the trip. He approached the slushie machine and caught the brunette exiting the gas station in fit of rage, now standing by his PT Cruiser, talking to his friends.

Michael, concerned something might happen outside, walked up to the boy to asses the situation, and immediately could sense something was off. After all, who the hell fights with their girlfriend in a seven eleven?

The trenchcoated male scoffed.

“My girlfriend just broke up with me.”

He had a weird smile on his face, like he wasnt actually upset.

Michael didn’t respond. He didn’t want to interact with this dude. He started generously pouring himself a cherry slurpee.

“God, she is so perfect.”

“That’s great dude,” Michael shot a red straw through the plastic top, grabbing the cup and dismissively wandering towards the cashier, “I’ll just get going-” “And to think i wasn’t going to kill her!”

Michael dropped the slushie in favor of surviving another day, taking a step back towards the door.

“Shit, I didnt mean to say that.” The newfound psychotic murder man chuckled calmly as he reached into his pocket for something, presumably a weapon, Michael never wanted to see, “You don’t seem like much of an asshole, so it’s a shame I have to kill you.”

“Dude, what the fuck-” Michael bolted for the door, not bothering to pay for the abandoned slurpee, “Theres a crazy dude in there!” He wheezed, announcing to his friends to lock the car.

“Oh, my ex,” Blue Girl groaned, as if this was a normal fucking occurence, “yeah, we better leave…”

“Hoodie kid!”

The dude had a gun. Of course he had a gun. Thanks, God, Michael thought.

Despite himself, Michael jerked forward and punched the armed offender swiftly in the face. His tall frame swayed before falling onto the ground face first. He went limp.

Christine squealed as she exited the car, followed by Jeremy, “Hell yeah! Go, Michael! The evil is defeated!” Jeremy patted him on the back and smiled.

The girl in blue turned to him, “That may have been a little extreme, but according to him, extreme always seems to make an impression.”
so now this is a thing. thanks again to @sixxxxxxer for helping me edit this and convince me to write this akjdksf


Cas Appreciation Week | 7/11 - Favorite Variation


“There’s more to humanity than survival. You look for purpose, and you must not be defeated by anger or despair.”

His most interesting variation, in my opinion.  It was literally an entirely new world of experiences that had been open up to him, and sadly he had to learn to navigate it almost entirely on his own.  (Plus, who doesn’t love watching him try to fix that damn slushie machine?)

Flight (Father!Jungkook)

Plot: #29:“I lost our child.” + #53: “Slushies aren’t just for kids, fuck society.” with father!Jungkook

Word Count: 1290

A/N: so I was watching the whole Bon Voyage thing tonight so that’s where the idea for this came from bc traveling with kook is cute but can you imagine traveling with the tiny kooks too oh boY that’s some cute shit, as always, all of the father related posts are here

It was the twins’ first plane experience, Jungkook and you choosing to take them to Norway for their fourth birthday since Jungkook had enjoyed it so much last time. They had of course traveled by car, mainly making the trip from Busan to Seoul and back but a car ride with stops along the way was a lot different from a plane. Jungkook had picked an earlier flight, at four in the morning, and had kept them up later than usual so they could be tired enough to sleep through the majority of the flight, wanting this to go as smoothly as possible.

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anonymous asked:

I hate when customers get mad if I ask them to speak up/repeat themselves if they want cigs/lottery/scratch tickets. like you do realize I'm standing RIGHT next to a slushie machine? those things operate with a very loud, constant fan that is going to make it impossible to hear you if you mumble. also idgaf if you're 19 you look 16 so show me your ID or gtfo.

anonymous asked:

In my stupid small ass town, both corner store close down their slushie machines for the winter (cause its fuckin cold outside so they dont make a profit). Think that happens in sherwood? Do you think you JD would cry?

He would fuckin stand outside 7/11 with a protest sign and shut that shit down.

106. Jisoo x Fem!Reader

Originally posted by blackpink

Summary: You’re sick and tired of the way you’re treated in your own home. So you run away to a place where no one knows your name. Your plans change unexpectedly when you meet someone who gives you a reason to stay if only for another day.

Note: I changed this a bit from the ask, I hope that’s okay with whoever requested a blackpink imagine with a female runaway. Also, while I wrote Jisoo speaking english within the world of the imagine she’d be speaking Korean.

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wildflower-fics  asked:

!!! whoa, it’s always great to find cool writing blogs!! im happy i stumbled upon yours. do you think you could do a Michael Mell dating a vvv short girl headcanon thing? thanks !

Aww, thank you! 

-Okay if we’re going by height for Michael, he’s like…5′9 - 5′11 (a boy who sits next to me is 5′11 and I’m like “ROBBIE GET DOWN YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF”. 5′9 is another guy who likes me back but mcfreaking canceled on me so I’m regretting life choices)

   -Meanwhile his short af girlf is below him and angry that he makes fun of her everyday

-He honestly loves having a short girlfriend and makes a whole bunch of sexual and funny jokes

   -”I’d tell you to ride the rollercoaster but you’re a little too short, m’am” is one of the funny ones you’ve heard during sex and you honestly laughed a little

   -”If I take you to a parade, you’ll have to wear a shirt that says “This is my daddy not my dad”” is something else he said while you were watching TV and the Thanksgiving parade came on

   -”and what do you want for christmas little girl?” he asked while you sit in his lap

   -”a new boyfriend” you reply back with sass and a dramatic Michael

-He loves you to bits and will get anything on a high shelf after making fun of you

   -”I love how short you are. That means I can just put you up on the counter and leave you there if I’m mad” “Just get the damn book Michael”

-You’re tall enough to fill up your own slushy though

   -One of the many peaks of being short but short enough; if there was a zombie apocalypse and only slushy machines worked (and were endless), you would live

-He loves resting his chin on your head when he’s sleepy!!!

-You also love curling onto his chest, and when you pull up your knees, both of your feet meet, but your knees aren’t snuggled into your chest which makes it comfortable

   -You also have the cold girlfriend feet™ and this is what Michael hates the most

-Michael will pick you up if you’re also light and carry you around because who doesn’t wish to carry around their S/O? 

   -He’ll also do it if a guy is flirting with you

      -It’s literally his way of saying “I’ve literally swept her off her feet so get lost fucko”

      -Note that Michael does get jealous

Who Are You?: (Ch.2: Freak)

Words: 1,297

Warning: unhealthy relationship, kind sad??

A/N: Hihihi!! New chapter, and this one is sorta depressing…I’m sorry. But stuffs gotta be established in the story, I gotta do what I gotta do, babies. They won’t all be like this, I promise. ♡♡


Bottle caps, pebbles, and scrunched bags of potato chips littered the ground Ericka Bozeman walked upon. She took a swig of her Pepsi and used all her bubbly power to kick the rock nearest to her with the tip of her massive boot.

Flitz leaned down to take a rock of his own, carelessly tossing it but simotaniously hurling it three times farther than Boze had gotten her’s. She laughed, lips pressed against the cool surface of her pop can.

“What a show off.” She took a gulp, little caffenated bubbles burning the surface of her tongue and setting an electric and energetic feel to her stomach.

The two had skipped gym with the intention to get slushis, but the machines weren’t working today so they had to settle for soda and a discounted brand of barbecue chips that Boze had already eaten ¾ of. Flitz tipped the bag back on the rim of his mouth, eating the remainder and pushing the plastic into his pocket. The high school came back into their line of sight.

“Down to go to the arcade after school?” Boze asked, a sugary high pumping up her spirits.

“Can’t we just go now? ” Flitz asked with a soft sigh. She shook her head, earrings rattling a bit with the sudden movement.

“I’ve got that Chem test.”

He nodded, understanding. That was why Boze loved Flitz. He never pressured her to do anything, or mocked her when she disagreed with him. He was her best friend.

And also her only friend…

It didn’t really seem like anyone else was willing to be around her, and she was okay with that. To some extent, she understood. Boze was quiet and odd, she wore dark makeup and black clothes. She wasn’t particularly great at anything. She figured she wasn’t special, and Boze knew if she voiced this thought, Flitz would debate her on it. Maybe not because she was special, but rather, that’s the type of person Flitz was.

A good person.

She dug that.

“I’m probably just gonna go around towards the park. I’ll still pick you up after school though.” Flitz tipped the Pepsi back, finishing it off and scrunching it in on itself.


“Are you alright with that, ma?” He smiled amusingly at her uneasy expression. Boze huffed a laugh, blowing air through her little nose.

They stopped in front of the back doors of the school. You could lightly hear the bell for 6th period go off.

“Yeah yeah. Just be careful?”

Flitz pulled her into a quick hug, scruffing at her hair a little before walking backwards.

“I gotchu. See you soon.” He saluted Boze, and she saluted right back.

She watched Flitz walk away, turning the corner of the school and leaving her line of sight. She wanted to holler at him, beg him to come back so she wouldn’t have to face it all alone again.

She knew if she asked him to come back, he always would.

But she had to let him live. Because she was his friend, and she couldn’t drag him down.

Boze turned towards the doors, they seemed much less welcoming without Flitz by her side.

Her hand curled at the handle, yanking it open, and going straight into the bumbling crowd of high schoolers.

They laughed and gossiped and pushed eachother around, and Boze didn’t know if she wanted to be part of it or as far from it as she possibly be.

She wanted friends, people to understand her and talk to her because they wanted to, not that they felt obliged to because she was…sad.

Boze knew to some extent she would always figure people were just putting up with her, but she thought she could work past that. She’d try her best if she had friends to work on it for.

But subconsciously, she never thought she’d fit in. She just wasn’t the type. Maybe that was that.

Boze walked with a little more haste as she passed Aaron’s locker. She stared straight ahead.

She just had to get to the restroom, she just had to get to the restroom.

A boy with large, rounded glasses stared at her from down the hall.

She knew that kid…

He was the new one here,  Damien.

Damien was a well known oddity at the school. He wore dorky sweaters and could be seen buying comic books or at the arcade. He was apparently a bit awkward yet he was tied at the hip to one of the most popular guys at school, Shayne. It didn’t really make sense to anyone.

Boze kind of liked it. They bounced off each other with ease, it seemed right. But Boze knew how to look past social standards, to some sense. Her peers didn’t see chemistry between people, they saw people alike being together, and that was that.

Damien wasn’t dropping the stare.

Jesus, was she really that weird looking? As they neared she shot her head down and sped a little faster.

Even when she passed him she kept speeding, an odd nervous sickness making her feel woozy. She couldn’t identify why she was getting so increasingly anxious.

That is, until she turned the corner and ran straight into Aaron.

“Hey baby.”

She bounced back a little, looking at him for a second. He was decked out in his varsity jacket, his blue jeans, his clean shoes.

“Hey.” She softly said, trying to walk past him. Aaron grabbed to her shoulder and pulled her back.

“Where were you in gym?”

She was nervous to look in his eyes. She always felt like if she did, he’d know her every little secret. Aaron could read people like that.

“Nowhere important.” She laughed uneasily, and he put his hand on her chin, tipping her head up.


He had blue eyes and blonde hair, everything she liked. But now looking at him, she just got sick in remembrance.


“With Flitz?”

Boze nodded stiffly.

He tore his hand from her chin, nails just slightly digging into the skin above her neck, making little scratch marks.

“What did I tell you about hanging out with him?”

There were a million people around her, but she felt so goddamn alone.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re my girl. No one else’s. Right?”

She looked up carefully. He looked so angry.


Aaron pointed at her boots, using his other hand to push back his hair with ease.

“And what’s up with this? Do you want people to think you’re any more of a freak than you are? You can’t be seen in this shit, Ericka. It’s not normal.”

The word freak almost made her wince.

Her eyes fuzzed with tears.

“Yeah. Okay. I gotta go.” Boze tried to dodge around him again, only to get caught. He pushed a kiss down on her lips.

It felt wrong every time.

“Love you.” He said quietly, and she mumbled it back, almost falling as she speed walked away from him.

She saw Mari Takahashi leaned against the lockers next to where they had been, obviously having seen the whole situation. She had on her loose flannel and her combat boots, arms crossed and a look on her face that she couldn’t identify. Maybe pity.  Maybe confusion.

Boze tore her eyes away and made a b-line for the bathroom, as she had many times before.

It was empty, as this one almost always was. She went back to the stall in the corner, where the light flickered on and off and the rust was a little bit more obvious. With a slam of the door and thump to the ground, Boze pushed her face into her knees and wept.

Who was she?

Who was Ericka Bozeman?

She was a freak.

Originally posted by merci-angel