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A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble’s ‘Just Haven’t met you Yet’. I understand if you wouldn’t want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics

“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

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EXO’s Reaction to You Walking Down the Aisle at Your Wedding


Xiumin wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of you, memorizing the moment to cherish it forever. Even as the pastor recited the vows, he’d continue to watch you, making you blush with his constant eye contact.


Chen would be all smiles, glancing around at everyone else as if to make sure they saw how beautiful you looked. He’d wouldn’t be able to wait to say “I Do”, almost yelling it when it was his turn.


Baekhyun would be awestruck as he saw you in your gown walking down the aisle. He’d stay in a romantic state of shock, almost missing his vows, too in awe of your beauty to focus.


Chanyeol would force himself to take deep breathes as you approached him, forcing himself to swallow his tears. It wasn’t until you said your vows that he would lose it, tears flowing down his cheeks as he clasped your hands in his.


The only person who would be glowing more than you is Lay himself. He’d watch you, his smile huge and his love obvious.  In his vow, he wouldn’t hesitate to go into detail everything he adored about you.


Not a usually emotional person, D.O would be surprised at the impact you had on him as you walked down the aisle. He’d find himself being short on breath, his eyes welling with tears, as you exchanged vows.


A huge grin would never leave Suho’s face as you came down the aisle, and he’d make you blush with how much affection was evident in his face. His hand would never leave yours, and he’d prepare a cheesy, but sincere, speech about his love for you.


Kai wouldn’t be able to stop smiling, biting his lip to keep back the tears welling in his eyes as he saw how angelic you looked in your gown. He’d gently grasp your hands in his, saying his vows quietly but with sincerity that was breathtaking.


Not unlike a little kid, Sehun would become giddy at the sight of you, an excited smile spreading across his face as he covered his mouth.  During the entire ceremony, he wouldn’t be able to stop glancing over at you, admiring how ethereal you looked.


Sorry for lack of art lately, have some oldish drawings of some of the player characters in the D&D campaign Aisling is a part of which I forgot to upload here. They’re members of the Porcelain Chicken Adventurers; I plan to draw the rest eventually..

Ari - Tiefling Warlock

Gobshank Grendasnatch - Goblin Rogue

Celana - Half-elf Cleric

If you want a commission of your character like this shoot me an ask or email!

Yet another Lizard Tales fic! Context

Race had only gone to the pet shop to pick up food for his sister’s hamster. There had been a trade: she was going to do his share of the washing up if he went out and got the food for Hamschen. He was about 60% sure he was going to get back and find her still sat in front of the television with no inclination to move, but the 40% chance that said otherwise seemed worth the risk. So he’d walked a couple of blocks and found the nearest pet store, asking the guy behind the counter where the hamster food was and following him down an aisle. When he’d pointed out the food he gave Race a smile and headed back around the corner to the register.

“Damn, he’s cute,” Race whispered, staring after him.

A movement to his left caught his eye and he turned to find a tank of lizards opposite the hamster food. There was one bearded dragon sat on top of a large rock, poking his tongue out at him. Now, Race didn’t speak lizard but he was entirely sure that it was telling him to give the guy his number.
“I’m not asking him out,” he hissed, aware that the boy in question was just around the corner.

But the lizard either didn’t understand or just plain didn’t care because it just stuck its tongue out again, looking wholly apathetic.

“No.” The lizard did it again. “No.” And again. “No.”

Suddenly the lizard wasn’t a problem anymore because the employee – his name badge had read ‘Spot’ next to where whatever his real name was had been scribbled out with Sharpie -was leaning against the stack of cat carriers at the top of the aisle, barely holding back a mocking smirk.
“What are you doing, dude?” Spot asked, amused.

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The Blue Aisle

*finishing up our talk about girl stuff and boy stuff. Check out previous post for the start of it*

Me: You know you should really let that boy/girl thing go. There is no such thing as boy toys or girl toys. They’re just toys.

Her: Well if you’re right, than how come there is a pink aisle for girl stuff and a blue aisle for boy stuff?

Me: Those are just the colors of the stuff in the aisle. A boy can play with a baby doll and you love playing with rc cars. If you learn to see it as the blue aisle instead of the boy aisle, you’d have three more rows of toys to choose from.

*her eyes widen*

Her: Wait. If I call it the blue aisle instead I’d have 6 rows of toys to look at?

Me: Yup.

Her: Deal.

Send me ⚔ for our muses to have a Lightsaber duel in a store aisle 

Harley loved stores. She loved…their potential. And yes, her days of petty shop-lifting were mostly over, but that didn’t mean she never indulged the nostalgia. In this particular instance, she was with Ivy, and there was nobody she enjoyed more when it came to partners in crime. Except there wasn’t gong to be any crime.

It was Harley’s idea to detour into the toy aisle. She’d latched onto Ivy’s arm and leaned into her, pleading and pouting until she’d gotten the agreement she wanted. And, of course, the very instant she laid eyes on the lightsabers, she lit up like a Christmas tree. “Red! Red, look at ‘em. Which are you? She reached into the pile, pulling out a red and a blue one, holding them up to her companion. I think I’m definitely red. But are you blue, or green? This was accompanied by a warning, challenging look. And you gotta choose because I’m callin’ you out right here and now.


Hi Taylor,

These are my costumes for the 1st and 3rd Melbourne concerts. I never thought I would wear one of these cliché costumes but here I am. 😂

My mum and I will be going to the 1st show together and my younger brother, mum and I will be coming to the 3rd show. We are soooo excited and can’t wait to see you!!! I have a separate post showing my costumes for Brisbane and the 2nd Melbourne concert with both my parents.

If anyone wants to come say hi, the first night we will be sitting level 1,aisle 22 row D seats 434 and 435 and third night level 3 aisle 25 row P seats 365, 366, 367.

Can’t wait to see you, lots of love, Michaela 😘 @taylorswift

Ps-Gotta love brothers

In some alternate universe where everyone survives and freelancers are friends with reds and blues, York and Carolina get married.

Happy yorkalina weekend everyone!

York stares at himself in the mirror, fidgeting with the buttons on his suit. Smooth’s down the front of his shirt, buttons his jacket, unbuttons it, and buttons it again, trying to make everything look perfect.

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dammit no i need to finish my original smutfic, work on weeks-old tumblr prompt story, add to grammar porn and/or aesthetics in autoerotica, maybe even finish demon delinquent someday

but i keep thinking about this fucking flea market au. like dean has a booth selling classic car memorabilia, and sometimes random stuff he snags from his weekday job at bobby’s shop, and across the aisle cas has one of those new-agey shops selling crystals and candles and incense and stuff.  and they both kind of roll their eyes at each other’s specialties, but the flea market’s not exactly a thriving hotbed of business, and it’s hard not to eventually become friends with the people you share a dusty dirt floor with every friday saturday and sunday.

and like charlie and kevin work in the video game store in the indoor corner shops, and during the worst of the summer heat dean and cas have a tacit agreement to watch each other’s booths as they trade breaks ducking in to chat with them and revel in the icy a/c.  gabriel of course is the proprietor of the candy shop on aisle D, dropping in on his little brother every so often solely to loudly and graphically comment on the eye-fucking going across the aisle, and then ask dean when his not-so-little brother is going to stop by again, and dean and cas grudgingly put up with him solely because he also keeps them in a steady supply of free samples.  jo and ash are in the north wing, jo presiding over a frankly terrifying collection of knives – dean decides not to question the stories about what she’s done to the guys who tried to steal one, or worse, who asked her what such a pretty little lady is doing in a shop like that – while ash runs a weird used record store-slash-computer repair shop, which dean’s about 60% sure is mostly a front for selling weed.  benny does a surprisingly good trade selling cajun spices and sauces, while missouri’s the only psychic dean’s ever met who doesn’t make his skin crawl.

and everyone ships it, of course.  charlie and gabe are the least subtle about it – gabe doesn’t even try to be; charlie just drops nonchalant comments about the way cas’ shirt brings out the color of his eyes, and points it out to cas when dean wears his particularly tight pair of jeans.  cas categorically refuses to wear the weird pair of cowboy boots gabe inexplicably gives him with a pointed wink, but he does covertly pick up a slice of pecan pie next time he passed by Nan’s Sweet Shop after jo casually mentions it’s dean’s favorite – and it’s so worth it for the way dean’s face lights up, not even mention the pornographic noises coming from the booth as he devours it.  and dean teases cas every chance he gets for his foofy hippie-ass shit, but he also has a tiny but growing collection of windchimes dangling over the bits of black leather and shining black metal in his shop, even if it takes four or five purchases before cas realizes dean’s not actually being an asshole when he buys them.

and charlie and ash team up to figure out how they can hack into the general security system so that both dean and cas’ security gates for their booths get jammed up when it’s time to shut down at 7:00 one friday night, until they’re alone in the sprawling market as night begins to fall, kicking at the recalcitrant gates, the silence almost louder than the shouts and laughter by day.


Town: Aisling | Dream Address: 4800-3227-6925

Just visited xxforgotten’s town, and it’s just wow! There are wide open spaces and they’re beautifully designed with lovely patterns :3 The theme of the rooms in their mayor’s house is just so lovely! The illuminated PWP just adds to the whole evening atmosphere too! *w* I can’t fit all the screenies I took, so just visit Aisling yourself! :D The side character’s houses are still in progress but it is looking good! (I also added captions on the photos hehe)