and all the kids at the mall

shinee goes to the mall

onew: 

  • drives the crew over (onew: for the last time jong we can’t all fit in your lambo / jong: WELL TAEMIN CAN JUST SIT ON SOMEONE’S LAP OK / tae: hard pass)
  • says “bye kids” and immediately heads to brookstone 
  • stays in the massage chair the entire time 
  • comes out clutching a mini helicopter 
  • gets free samples at the food court
  • wants to go home soon

jonghyun: 

  • “we would have looked so cool rolling up in my lambo” 
  • easily distracted 
  • large sweaters 
  • sticks with key because he has no sense of direction and he’ll get lost if he doesn’t follow anyone 
  • OH MY GOD THEY HAVE LITTLE DOGGY SWEATERS KEY DID YOU KNOW THEY HAVE LITTLE DOGGY SWEATERS??? WHICH ONE DO YOU THINK ROO WOULD LIKE??????? I’LL TAKE TEN
  • buys earphones every time because he forgets where he put them (he literally has a pair in every sweater pocket) 

key:

  • loves all the clothes all the time but doesn’t buy something unless he thinks he absolutely can’t go on without it 
  • buys random shit tho 
  • he got this super weird looking humidifier once? he agonized over buying it bc it was on the pricier side but it was super ~*aesthetic*~ so he treated himself
  • makes jong carry his bags when he’s trying something on (jong: why must i suffer like this) 
  • consoles himself with froyo when he leaves something he likes but not enough to buy it 

minho: 

  • cannot pass auntie annie’s without getting a pretzel 
  • complains v loudly around jong that it’s soooo hard to find pants that’ll fit properly bc his legs are too long, gets smacked immediately 
  • passed the piercing place on more than one occasion wondering if today is the day 
  • “i bought a zen garden guys” 

taemin: 

  • must be supervised at all times
  • key had an aneurysm when he saw THOSE SHOES!!!!!!!!!! 
  • he mostly goes with the flow - sometimes he hangs out with onew at brookstone 
  • that weird kinetic sand?? love that weird shit 
  • asks employees v specific questions about their products that they don’t know
  • visits the apple store a lot bc he lost his phone again 
  • shinee left him at the mall once 

🐰 EASTER SENTENCE STARTERS.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

❛ What are your Easter plans? ❜
❛ You’re never too old to hunt some eggs! ❜
❛ I’m going to Church, mind joining me? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter my friend! ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s supposed to snow on Easter! ❜
❛ We’re coloring some eggs for Easter, want to help? ❜
❛ I’m baking some goods for Easter, mind helping me? ❜
❛ Are you supposed to boil the eggs before coloring them? ❜
❛ Hey! I got a dollar in one of my plastic eggs! ❜
❛ I never really went egg hunting, ever in my whole life. ❜
❛ So, you walk around and find eggs? That’s it? ❜
❛ Are you going to go shopping with me later? ❜
❛ How does this outfit look? I’m going to wear it for Easter. ❜
❛ Who gets drunk on Easter? ❜
Oh, Easter! Another holiday to use as an excuse to drink! ❜
❛ I drink on all holidays, especially Easter. ❜
❛ I’ve got a surprise egg for you! ❜
❛ Help me fill these eggs with candy. ❜
❛ I can’t believe it’s already Easter. ❜
❛ I never really cared much for Easter, or any holiday. ❜
❛ You didn’t come to the Easter festival today? ❜
❛ Isn’t this like for kids more than anyone? ❜
❛ A holiday to play with eggs! Sounds delightful! ❜
❛ I’m taking my child to see the Easter bunny, want to tag along? ❜
❛ I always loved getting my picture taking with the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ This egg is my egg, I’m keeping it. ❜
❛ Please don’t say you’re wearing that? ❜
❛ I made you a Easter basket. ❜
❛ I got you a Easter basket anyway. ❜
❛ Easter candy is my favorite! ❜
❛ Don’t wait up for the Easter Bunny for that one. ❜
❛ Christmas and Easter are probably the two holiest days in the Christian calendar. ❜
❛ I enjoyed watching the Easter Parade. ❜
❛ The shops are closed on Easter. ❜
❛ Are you going to that Easter thing this weekend? ❜
❛ I’m decorating for Easter, want to help out? ❜
❛ Hey, check out this cool Easter banter I’m going to hang later. ❜
❛ I have a chocolate egg just for you. ❜
❛ I love Easter and all the pastel coloring! ❜
❛ Pastel colors are Easter’s aesthetic. ❜
❛ I just love all these pastel colors! ❜
❛ Tell me, what is Easter again? ❜
❛ Ahh, Easter! Another holiday with great candy! ❜
❛ I’m so not ready for Easter yet. ❜
❛ So, doing anything fun for Easter coming up? ❜
❛ I hope you have a wonderful Easter weekend! ❜
❛ I always loved Easter as a child! ❜
❛ Easter is like my favorite holiday! ❜
❛ I got you a Easter card, hope you like it. ❜
❛ What should I get my boy/girlfriend for Easter? ❜
❛ I really wanted to get you something for Easter. ❜
❛ We should totally sign up to be in this Easter parade. ❜
❛ They’re handing out free candy because it’s Easter this weekend. ❜
❛ They do have Easter baskets on sale, want to get check them out? ❜
❛ There is nothing in this basket but candy? ❜
❛ I’ve got some extra Easter supplies you can use to make a basket. ❜
❛ Easter is like a arts and crafts holiday. ❜
❛ I’ve never been so excited for Easter before! ❜
❛ Why are you so excited for Easter? ❜
❛ I think this Easter will be better than my last. ❜
❛ It just feels like another day to me. ❜
❛ I can’t believe you don’t want to have some fun! ❜
❛ Did you get the basket I mailed you? ❜
❛ I mailed you gift. ❜
❛ Happy Easter! ❜
❛ I don’t really want to participate in this event. ❜
❛ Aw, you’re such a downer! Cheer up! ❜
❛ I really need your help with sitting this up. ❜
❛ I will never be able to pull this Easter party off. ❜
❛ Hey, it’s a double holiday! My birthday is this Easter! ❜
❛ So, is Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you’ve never went egg hunting before. ❜
❛ You have not lived until you’ve hunted for eggs like they were gold. ❜
❛ It’s a Easter costume contest, just do it with me! ❜
❛ Who wears a costume on Easter? Other than the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Plot twist, I’m the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ What’s a good book to read to kids on Easter? ❜
❛ This is the best way to go about doing it I guess. ❜
❛ I really didn’t Easter was this weekend. ❜
❛ I thought Easter had already passed. ❜
❛ Is there going to be food at this event? ❜
❛ Aw, what a cute picture of you and the Easter bunny. ❜
❛ I’ve got so many baskets to make this year. ❜
❛ I’m going to church with my family, I told you already. ❜
❛ I love this Easter day sale. I’ve been here all day. ❜
❛ All the stores are having a sale for Easter and I’m not missing it. ❜
❛ I just bought so much Easter crap. ❜
❛ I collect Easter eggs, if you were wondering why I have so many. ❜
❛ Okay, we got everything we need, now let’s get to work. ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter thing in the gym, want to go with me? ❜
❛ I never understood Easter. ❜
❛ Does the Easter bunny have a name? ❜
❛ Let’s just go shopping, that’s always helpful. ❜
❛ I really must admit, I didn’t think you could pull this off. ❜
❛ Is that a Easter bunny I see? ❜
❛ Let’s go to the petting zoo for Easter! ❜
❛ I love Easter festivals, they’re so much fun! ❜
❛ Well, for what it’s worth you make the best Easter bunny. ❜
❛ Wow, you work as the Easter bunny at the mall? ❜
❛ I’m dressing up as the Easter bunny this year for all the kids. ❜
❛ I’m just here to take pictures for my scrapbook. ❜
❛ Let’s start a Easter scrapbook! ❜
❛ So, we’re heading out early tomorrow, set your alarm. ❜
❛ Man, coloring eggs is pretty messy. ❜
❛ You should have put newspaper down before. ❜
❛ I got you a pet rabbit for Easter. ❜
❛ What’s a good Easter gift for someone? ❜
❛ Is Easter this weekend? ❜
❛ Ever notice how Easter is always on a Sunday? ❜
❛ I’m ordering pizza for Easter, I don’t care! ❜
❛ Okay, so cute these papers into shapes of eggs or rabbits. ❜
❛ I’m send you a special someone for Easter. ❜
❛ Did you ever get that Easter basket I made for you? ❜
❛ I love making Easter baskets! It’s so much fun! ❜
❛ We’re setting up a Easter theme. ❜
❛ This is a beautiful Easter play idea. We should do it. ❜
❛ Are you auditioning for the Easter play? ❜
❛ The school is having a Easter day play, you want to come? ❜
❛ It’s perfect weather for a Easter Sunday! ❜
❛ Okay, help me hide these eggs for the kiddos. ❜
❛ We have to hide all these eggs. ❜
❛ Fill the rest of those plastic eggs. ❜
❛ The eggs you found you keep. ❜
❛ There is going to be a egg hunting contest later. ❜
❛ Don’t forget to watch for the Easter bunny on TV later. ❜
❛ I’m not that into Easter this year. ❜
❛ How are you not ready for Easter? ❜
❛ Is Easter always chaotic like this? ❜
❛ I’m going to take Easter pictures with my family. ❜
❛ Easter cards are an actual thing? ❜
❛ Wait, so you had no idea it was Easter? There are posters everywhere. ❜
❛ I auditioned to be in the Easter play at school so I could skip going to church with my parents. ❜

BTS as kids from high school
  • Jin: That guy on the swim team who walked around in his speedo way more often than was necessary.
  • Yoongi: The kid who assisted in the front office, knew everybody's business, could make things happen.
  • Hoseok: That guy who always asked all the new kids to sit with him at lunch, probably streaked at a football game, generally beloved.
  • Namjoon: Mall goth.
  • Jimin: The only boy at school to get busted for dress code.
  • Taehyung: That hot sax player that everybody in band wanted to nail, brought vodka in water bottles on band trips.
  • Jungkook: That kid who grew a lot over the summer and went around physically lifting girls for no reason.
wakeup call | taehyung

Originally posted by bwipsul

Pairing: Taehyung + Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Request: hi <3 idk if i’ve already requested something on here, but i had this idea and i thought you could write it beautifully bc i love your work <3 the plot is: the reader is bffs with Taehyung and they’re at the mall one day & she sees her ex and just says to Tae “kiss me, I’ll explain later” :) ending is up to you <3너의 일이 너무 좋아!

Warning: Slight use of mature language

Reader’s POV

“Did I seriously have to come?” Taehyung groaned for the -nth time that day, as he trudged behind you carrying most of your shopping bags.

Turning around you gave him a sickeningly sweet smile,“ Who else would besides my best friend?”

Rolling his eyes, he retorted,“ If I knew you were going to use this on me, I never would’ve agreed to be your friend.”

Scoffing you teased,“ Well sir, you’re 12 years late.”

Shaking his head, he laughed and said, motioning to the bags in his hand, “Ok but seriously, who shops for their Christmas presents this late.”

You shot him a glare and said,“ Someone who was too busy with stupid work and projects to even leave her dorm for a week.”

Sighing, he ruffled your hair, cooing,“Was my baby working too hard now…”

Yah, Kim Taehyung.”

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The Easter Bunny

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it!

Sam x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Niece!Reader

“You sure we got everything?” Dean inquired as he looked over at Sam who sat in the passenger seat.

Sam nodded his head, “Yeah, I think so. Got the basket, chocolate bunny, stuffed duck, supplies for dying eggs, jelly beans, and more candy then we need. I think we’re all set for the Easter bunny tomorrow.”

“Good.” Dean replied with a large smile, “Let’s go get our girl.”

Sam chuckled as he got out of the impala, “Did you ever think we’d have this?” Sam questioned before she shut the passenger door.

“What, you having a kid? Us going shopping for a stuffed duck? Me actually looking forward to taking a rugrat to the mall to see some guy dressed up like a friggin’ rabbit?” Dean scoffed, “No, I never saw our lives becoming this; but I’m glad it is.”

Sam grinned at his brother, thinking about all the big changes that happened for them within the last year. You had showed up in their lives; a result from the irresponsible relationships Sam had when he was soulless, but the brothers loved you no matter how you came into their lives.

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Plance chibi galore

Ok, so I had a lot of requests that were asking for the same thing (more-or-less), so they all got lumped together. Most of these were anonymous asks so can’t really tag anybody. Also, I needed some chibi practice - most kids start off with chibis before they learn anatomy, but I still struggle with the little twerps :P

1. Plance goes shopping

We all liked the space mall episode, didn’t we? Also, as I’m super-old, I completely lost it over the 80s/90s homage. I want to marry everybody who works on this show.

2. Gamer plance

I got a lot of requests for the two of them gaming (yeees), and @agent-gravityfalls suggested Lance fall asleep because he’s not used to pulling all nighters. Pidge, of course, is practically a vampire.

3. Plance + Kaltenecker (Plancenecker?)

When your cow doesn’t come with a user manual.

Punk (Chap. 3)

Originally posted by winter-barnes

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3324 (I know, long.  But it’s because idk when I’m gonna have more time to write the next chapterssss)

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I’m overwhelmed with the feedback on the first 2 chapters!  love you guys and i can only hope to live up to your expectations with this and all future installments!


If there was one thing you hated more than anything else in the world it was clothes shopping.  OK, that’s not entirely true.  Hydra was definitely up there…and commercials’ whose volume was louder than the show you were just watching so you had the crap scared out of you by some lady who was dancing and trying to get you to buy tampons so you’d ‘have a happy period’ (no such thing)… you really hated when you stepped in puddle on the kitchen floor while only wearing socks…any sort of insect…when you bought a book series but, for some unfathomable reason, the individual books weren’t the same height, because that’s just ridiculous.  Why would anyone think it’d be acceptable to have books 1, 2, 3, and 4 to all line up perfectly on the shelf then have 5 be slightly taller only to then revert back to the original proportions for 6 and 7?!  It’s was utter nonsense and the people responsible for inflicting such depravity on the literary world should—

Rap! Rap! Rap!  “Get dressed!”  Nat hollered from the other side of the dressing room door.  “I’m going to pay for these.  Meet me at the register.”  The clinking of hangers and rustling of clothing signalled her departure as you hopped back into your jeans and slipped your “Talk Wookie to me” T-shirt back on.  You let out a sigh at your reflection.  Can’t wear this anymore, you thought dejectedly. It was your favourite shirt. Faded, thin, and baggy from having been thrown into the wash so many times it was a shadow of what it once was.

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anonymous asked:

As a kid I was always jealous of how Arthur and his friends could just go out and do all these cool things by themselves like hang out at the Sugar Bowl or go to the mall or to the movies and they were only 8. Anyone else felt that way?

you are defs not the only one! elwood city clearly takes place in a crime-free utopia where kids get to wander around and go on grand adventures without parental supervision

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TEXTS FROM DARK AND ANTI: Part 49

Fun story: I fucking LOVE Hamilton, like you do, but NO ONE can rival my boyfriend’s absolute obsession with the musical. So, being the amazing girlfriend that I am, I bought him tickets to see it in Chicago for his 21st birthday.

I bought them on Ticketmaster, so I couldn’t wrap him a gift or anything, so I just sprung the news on him while we were driving (three weeks early, btw, because I can’t keep a secret to save my life). His reaction: First he thought I was kidding, then he was completely silent and tense, then he called his mom to tell her and started crying on the phone, then we finally parked and he hugged me for a solid fifteen minutes, then we walked around a mall while he bounced/laughed/was all-around giddy and full of nervous energy, and then later that night he called me to tell me he threw up.

We’re seeing it on May 17th and it can’t fucking come soon enough. :D

Full archive here!

things i saw with my classmates in panama

several lantix children, an albino latinx child, a muslim girl and her brother and a few white and black children off all ages that didnt speak everyone’s language were playing a perfect game of football. everyone knew broken phrases in english and spanish for the most part and would shout “great kick!” or “get the ball!” and oddly enough, “bring the ice!” to different players. everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. one of the children was on rollerblades and no one questioned it.

several boys in bright pink shorts all usering this tiny toddler on rollerskates and cheering when he let go of any of the boy’s hands.

me and my classmates went into a mall that was across from the hotel and it was empty. like completely empty, no shops or fountains working. ten minutes after wandering the five floors we remembered it was Good Friday. we proceed to run as fast as we could around the mall until one kid got an asthma attack and we had to stop.

a group of girls all doing pushups in the park. they could have bench pressed me.

im androgynous looking and a kid asked me if i was “un señor o una señora?” (if i was a mr or a mrs) and i replied with “soy una papa!” (i am a potato) and she laughed so hard.

a tiny Asian lady walking at least five corgis. she let us pet them and i was happy.

a man peeling mangos let us smell them and that was good

I’m Blue Too

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Kurt Wagner x Reader

I’m Blue Too

Author: Morgan

Warnings: None?

Prompt: Can I get a Kurt one where he’s still pretty new and people stare at him bc he’s blue so you find a bunch of like blue hair dye and dye your hair blue but decide that’s not enough so you dye your skin blue and then see him an say “I’m blue too!”

Note: Took a little bit of creative liberty here, hope you don’t mind! J I haven’t written for my smol beeb in sooooooo loooooong omggggggg. I didn’t realize how much I missed him. That said, I’m a bit rusty, so please forgive me while I get back into the swing of things.

Kurt had not yet adjusted to all of the pairs of eyes that watched him at the Mansion. Performing in the circus was one thing. People watched him because he wanted them to. Now he as here, and the other kids couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of him. Though he didn’t really talk about it, Jean knew it bugged him, and she in turn had told you.

Despite the fact that the elf hadn’t been there long, you still had a soft spot for him, and you wanted him to feel welcome. That was when you found the blue hair dye at the mall. And a beautiful idea had struck you.

One very, very blue night later, you were ready to show Kurt.

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, and because classes for the day had ended, the courtyard was full of mutant children playing with Frisbees and flying kites and messing with their powers. The usual squad was assembled under the tree. Of the group, only a few knew about your new development. Even now, your hair was up in a bun and hidden in a hood.

Kurt was sitting cross-legged between Scott, Peter, and Warren as you, Jean, Ororo, and Jubilee came to sit with them.

“Hey guys.” Jean greeted casually, as though nothing had happened. You pulled the hood off as you took your seat beside Kurt.

“Guten tag,” he smiled a sharp-toothed grin, his adorable blue dimples making themselves known as his tail waved behind him contently. God, he was cute. It made your heart race as you took the newly blue hairs out of the bun that sat atop your head. The wavy locks fell to rest on your shoulders. The boys all looked at you in shock, none of them exactly sure what to say.

Your hair was blue. Nightcrawler blue.

“Woah, what happened?” Peter asked.

“Well, I thought Kurt might be sick of everyone staring, so now they have something else to look at.”

“It’s blue….I am blue.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the finger that wandered to your loose blue curls.

“Well, now I’m blue too.”

“I ship it.” Jubilee stated.

“Ditto.” Warren lazily raised a hand. “When are we placing bets?”

“Shut up.” You threw a handful of grass at him. He chuckled. And though you knew they were teasing, you knew it would be sooner than later that you and Mr. Wagner would wind up together. Or at least, you hoped so.

anonymous asked:

can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

Dream had a photoshoot with her family. The lighting was all wrong, no craft services, no wardrobe, she was expected to show up camera ready, Uncle Rob overslept and the photographer’s studio was at the mall. I’ve set up some meetings for her to get better management. Just because she’s Blac Chyna’s kid doesn’t mean she has to be treated like her.

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Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?

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You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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anonymous asked:

hc for the guys going to the mall??

YES YES I CAN


- Darry is not having it
- Soda and Steve are honestly running around and being little shits the first 20 to 30 minutes they are there
- the they go into store and Soda just HAS to model ALL the clothes
- Ponyboy goes to hot topic
- Ponyboy lives in hot topic
- Johnny kinda just follows him but ends up getting sidetracked when walking by hot dog on a stick
- JOHNNY LOVES THE CHEESE ON A STICK FIGHT ME ON THIS
- Pony goes to like coffee bean and orders a complicated drink
- Darry makes him get decaf
- Two is just making friends with everybody
- hangs out with the little kids at the kid playing area
- he eats like ten pretzels
- the girls at the mall are all literally following Soda and Steve EVERYWHERE
- one even made it into the men’s bathroom
- Pony sees Cherry
- she still doesn’t wave
- Darry finally gives up and is like oh whale and goes looking around the ‘dad’ stores like Brookstone and things like that (brookstone is the shit)
- Darry gets like hundreds of magnets
- He really likes magnets
- Dallas is kinda just hangin with Pony and Johnny until he sees someone he had some beef with
- then he is dangling that person over the escalator rail
- Dallas lowkey like hot topic but don’t tell anyone
- he also tried to flirt with girls
- ends up with ice cream on his head
- finally while Johnny was getting his cheese on a stick Dallas was talkin to a worker there and she was actually giving him a chance
- up until he said ‘Hey I saw this really nice set of lingerie over in that store how bout you get in there and model it for me?’
- he got cheese on his head too
- Steve and Soda shop at Abercrombie and they look like the models on the walls
- Pony walks around the hallmark store and laughing and crying at all the cards
- the elder birthday ones really get to him
- DALLAS LOVES THE PIZZA PRETZEL SO MUCH
- AND HE GETS CHEESE DIPPING SAUCE TO GO WITH IT
- Darry finally comes across them again and he is like oh shit
- make no eye contact
- then Soda yells
- 'DARE BEAR’
- ’…god damnit’
- Soda is wearing a flower crown that matches Steves
- Dallas is covered in food
- Pony is now #EMOtional
- Two but has a visor on and a Hawaiian shirt
- TBH Johnny is just enjoying his third cheese on a stick
- Darry would be mortified
- 'I ONLY KNOW THE KID WITH THE CHEESE ON THE STICK. THE REST OF YOU ARE COMPLETE STRANGERS.’

What’s up, party people? I tell ya’, I always had a hunch Barry saw me as a potential best man – or best mate, as Julian would say – but now it’s official.   When he and Iris tie the knot I’ll be there ready to rock the most epic best man speech ever heard on any Earth! This promises to be some high level adulting and I have to make sure I look the part.  Even though, the couple hasn’t set the date, I found myself looking into the mirror – fantasizing about the occasion – and decided your boy needed to step up his fashion game.  To put it simply, it was time to dress like “a real grown up” as Harry would say. So I cracked open my limited edition Green Arrow piggy bank and hit up the Central City Mall to buy some new threads. 

It’s been a hot minute since I hung around the mall, and I was bombarded by youths, elderly mall walkers (gotta get that heart rate up!), and pushy bargain hunters.  It reminded me of the classic zombie mall sequence from Dawn of the Dead (freak-ay!)  But I then spotted some kids hanging by the food court, goofing off.  They made me nostalgic for my old mallrat days.  Ah, the memories. I resisted the urge to hit up the video game store and headed straight for some upscale clothing shops.  Before I knew it I was in my own Pretty Woman montage of trying on baller outfits.  Slacks and new leather shoes? Check. Check.  Silk buttoned down shirt? For days.  Suave sports coat? You know it.  Suddenly I was strutting the mall, turning heads left and right.  I stopped at a storefront and looked at the fashionable man before me. Turns out I clean up real nice until…

Two kids from the food court ran past me, scuffing my shiny new leather loafers.  I turned to see a security guard chasing after them.  I ducked down a hallway where no one could see and opened a quick breach and popped out right in front of the kids.  I told them to slow their rolls and asked why they were being chased.  The kids looked scared and pleaded that they weren’t doing anything wrong – they were pretending they were Flash and Kid Flash on the hunt for a meta.  I have to say, I was touched, just the security guard caught up to us.  He barked at the kids – “no running allowed!”

When I told the guard they were only emulating the heroics of The Flash and Kid Flash, the security guard softened.  Turns out, he was also a big fan and let the kids off win a warning.  The kids thanked me and said they never expected a grown up to be so cool.  They disappeared into the mall, probably to hit up a Spencer’s Gifts like I did back in the day.

On my way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in a storefront window.  I saw the reflection of a sharp-dressed, serious man and realized I was kidding myself. This is isn’t me.  I’m fine at being an adult, but in my own way, going by my own rules. So I returned all the clothes and stopped at the food court’s Big Belly Burger for fries and a shake, in my Cisco-approved wardrobe.  And Barry and Iris will be cool with whatever threads I decide to rock on the big day.

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request: How about something where Yondu and the Reader meet when the Reader helps Quill find Yondu after getting lost in the space equivalent of a shopping mall and the two hit it off?


(This is seriously so cute. I decided to set it not long after Yondu first picked Peter up, since it makes more sense to me for an earth kid to get lost in a space mall lol. This also turned out different than i expected oops)

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paleesky  asked:

A prompt for the voltron family au, Keith playing with shiro's fringe while cuddling in bed and the kids slowly joining them I'm bed one by one...💞💞💞💖💖💖💖💖

[The Voltron Family] It was a holiday on a Wednesday, so the whole family was at home. The teens were in the living room playing video games after lunch, while Keith and Shiro were in bed for some Daddy Time which was basically cuddling in their dictionary.

Shiro was lying on Keith’s chest with his arms wrapped around his husband. Keith, on the other hand, was playing with Shiro’s fringe, running his fingers through it so gently because it calmed down Shiro.

Shiro: *softly* We should probably change our curtains sometime. 
Keith: *hums* You think so? Is our current gold one too fancy for you?
Shiro: *shakes his head* S’not. I just thought maybe a change would be nice. We haven’t gone curtain shopping in a year.
Keith: Obviously. We have five sets already, Takashi. *looks pointedly at Shiro* For the whole damn house. Three floors. Every damn room.
Shiro: *smirks* Do we really? 
Keith: Why are you so obsessed with curtains? They don’t come cheap, you know. Plus, the people at the mall always roll their eyes when we do curtain shopping cause they never have enough supplies for us.
Shiro: *chuckles* Oh my god. They really do. They hate us, don’t they?
Keith: *deep voice* There’s that married couple again. How many curtains do they even need for that house of theirs?! Why can’t they choose different ones for each room?
Shiro: *copies Keith’s voice* We have a motif. A motif!!! 
Keith: *frowns* I don’t sound like that. *stops playing with Shiro’s fringe*

Shiro just giggled and was about to lean up to give Keith a kiss when suddenly someone knocked on their door to get their attention. There stood Pidge, who just entered the room giving no care if she was disturbing her daddies. Before the husbands could ask what she wanted, she took off her slippers and just climbed the bed, separated their bodies and positioned herself in the middle, sandwiching between her daddies. She grabbed both of their arms hugged them in front of her. 

Pidge: *beams* Don’t mind me. Carry on with whatever you were talking about. *gets herself comfy while cuddling both her dads*
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Not that I’m complaining with the cuddling but—
Pidge: Hunk and Lance are having a one-on-one playing Need for Speed at the moment, and I can’t join.
Shiro: But it’s multiplayer, sweetheart and—- *sees Pidge pouting* *melts* and who honestly cares, right? When we can just stay in bed? *smooshes his cheek with Pidge*
Pidge: *smiles* Yeah. So anyways, what were you guys talking about?
Keith: Curtains actually. Your Daddy Shiro wanted new curtains. *snorts*
Pidge: *turns to Shiro in disbelief* AGAIN?

After a few minutes, Hunk appeared at the door.

Hunk: Oh, so you’re here, Pidge. I was just looking for you and—
Pidge: Join us, Hunk! *waves at him to come*
Hunk: *nervous* Aren’t we too big to be sleeping with—
Keith: Oh c’mon, baby. There’s enough room for you here. Or are you too old to be sleeping in the master bedroom?
Hunk: *smiles wide* Okay.

Hunked joined and they continued talking about curtains because Shiro needed to have that discussion with Keith. After 10 minutes they heard someone gasp.

Lance: HOW WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THE CUDDLING SESSION?!
Pidge: *rolls her eyes* You were too busy playing, loser.
Lance: I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. OF ALL PEOPLE, I SHOULD BE THE FIRST TO KNOW. *storms into the room and positions himself beside his Daddy Shiro* I love cuddling. *frowns*
Shiro: *laughs* *pulls Lance closer* I know, buddy. We didn’t want to disturb your gaming. 
Lance: You know I’d rather cuddle than play games.
Keith, Hunk and Shiro: Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.
Pidge: DISGUSTING. *makes vomiting noises*
Lance: We should kick Pidge out. *slaps Pidge playfully* We don’t have much space. Get rid of the little gremlin so we can fit more.
Pidge: Hey! I WAS HERE FIRST!
Keith: *looks at Shiro pointedly* *clears his throat* Anyways, what do you think about doing curtain shopping with us later? And maybe choose one for your rooms? 
Hunk: Oh my god. Can I have a yellow and green one for my room?
Pidge: Green and orange for me. I’ve always wanted that.
Lance: Blue and black would look so great in mine.

Later that day, they all went to the mall and the people in the curtain section hated them. They were not aware the couple had three noisy teenage kids who couldn’t make up their minds. They were worse than their daddies.

thepheonixqueen  asked:

Prompt: (ficlet or 3 sentence): Keith turning fully Galran in appearance. Unbeknownst to any of the paladins, Galra!Keith is super model level of attractive to other Galra. Cue Keith getting mobbed by Galrans everywhere they go and constantly flirted with. His boyfriend(s) are not pleased about having to rescue him from his fans all the time.

My mind went here…I’m sorry. Not sorry...


Zarkon’s lips pressed against this own, chapped and hard and forceful, and Keith only had one response. He slammed his knee directly into the emperor’s groin. The kiss ended abruptly; the emperor fell away, gripping parts below. 

“Seriously!” Keith growling, taking hold of his bayard and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “First, I’m mobbed at the mall, then at the Blade of Marmora’s headquarters, and now during battle! Are you freakin’ kidding me!”

“We - uh - could rule the universe - cough -  together,” Zarkon called. 

Keith choked. “Did you just…propose?”

“If you will have - gasp - me.” The emperor struggled to breathe. “You will be the loveliest empress the universe has ever - uk!”

Zarkon fell; the disgusting stench of smoldering flesh permeated the air.

Shiro stood behind the emperor, right fist glowing. “I liked it. I put a ring on it. End of story.” 

“Actually…” Keith pondered. “If I married Zarkon, I could take control of the Galra Empire. I could end the war and - ”

Shiro said nothing, just crossed the room in two quick strides, threw his husband over his shoulder, and carded him away. 


Three-sentence stories - prompt me, peeps!

Bittersweet

» Part one

Everything is grey
His hair, his smoke, his dreams


Author: amsimaria
Word count: 10K
Feature: Jimin x Reader (mentions of other Bts members)
Genre: Angst/slight Fluff (Rated M)
Warnings: Violence, Mentions of sexual acts, Punk Jimin, Depression, Swearing, Addiction, Soft drugs use, (Eventual smut, not in this part).

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