candy display

Derek Hale first saw Stiles Stilinski on February 15th. They were both standing at the now discounted candy display at Target, Stiles grabbing all the heart shaped Reece’s and Derek the candy hearts (they don’t taste like plastic, shut up Laura).

He was mesmerized by the other man, from his disheveled hair to his hands, Derek was entranced. Even the way Stiles moved had a certain odd grace and charm to it, or it did until Stiles tripped into the shelf. 

Boxes upon boxes of candy had rained down and Stiles had laughed, head thrown back as he did before he said, “Typical. St. Valentine is really out to get me.”

The laugh had sounded like music to Derek’s ears, but it also reminded him that he was openly staring at the man on the floor. He had offered his hand to help him up, which Stiles accepted and then introduced himself. The skin on skin contact was electric, Derek hadn’t let go once Stiles was standing, but then again neither had Stiles.

It has escalated from there, they ended up getting coffee at the local shop down the road, and then they ended up back at Stiles apartment where they spent several eventful hours in Stiles bedroom. 

Derek hadn’t expected Stiles’ number, he hadn’t expected Stiles to want to see him again, so he was pleased when Stiles had taken Derek’s phone and put his number in before calling himself so he’d have Derek’s too. 

When Derek had left the next morning he hadn’t expected Stiles to call for at least a few days, so when his phone rang before he was even home, he figured he had left something behind. When Stiles asked him to lunch Derek realized that nothing about Stiles was what he usually expected in other people. 

The entire next year of Derek’s life felt like the best kind of whirlwind. Stiles was everything he didn’t know he wanted in a partner. He was funny and smart, he was an asshole and incredibly honest, he was a hot cup of coffee in the morning and cold pizza for dinner. Derek loved it, Derek loved him.

They skipped the whole Valentine’s celebration the following year, neither of them were really big fans of the day. Stiles ended up picking up a shift at the station and Derek babysat for Laura so she and Mike could have a night out. 

The next day Stiles and Derek ended up at the same Target to get discounted candy, except this time when Stiles ended up on the ground it was because he was on one knee proposing to Derek and not because he tripped over his own feet. 

It wasn’t a typical proposal, but then again, they weren’t a typical couple. They were so much more. 

imagine rami malek in the grocery store checkout when the candy display catches his eye. he’s been craving a snickers bar all week but he’s on his strict elliot diet so he quickly averts his eyes. he gets to the cashier and she asks him if he’s ok because he’s sweating a little. ‘GOOD HOW ABOUT YOU’ rami shouts and throws her his coupons

it’s late but for some reason I was brought back to my first morning in Tokyo in the department store in Ueno. completely overwhelmed by the ritual of opening the store I walked into the gift section and a lady with white gloves was displaying these candies with floral designs carved or pressed into them as precious as jewelry. I told her they were beautiful and then went into the stairwell immediately

Probably the strangest detail that The Jinx left out was Robert Durst’s continual habit of making the world into his own golden urinal. The first such occasion happened back in the 1990s, when Robert’s brother discovered that he was pissing in the wastebaskets at work instead of making that pesky trek to the office bathroom. … This saga of indifferent bladder control reached a thrilling conclusion when the somehow still free man was caught taking a casual whiz on the checkout counter of a CVS. That’s right – in 2014, Robert Durst was witnessed walking into his local pharmacy, soaking a candy display and cash register in urine, and quietly walking out like he just got film developed.

4 Insane Things “The Jinx” Didn’t Reveal About Robert Durst

Imagine your OC eating pie underneath the dining room table, as Thanksgiving family madness happens around them.

Dipper frowned. Thanksgiving was going fantastic; Mabel had invited Soos and Melody and all seven of their kids over, and between the horde of children running around, the knife throwing display Candy and Wendy were giving, and the whole raw turkey he had gotten to stay physical for the night, Dipper was having a grand time. 

But someone was missing and-oh.

Dipper stepped into the kitchen, the table abandoned and covered in a small mountain of dishes. He peeked under the table and yup-

“Hey Little Fighter,” Dipper said gently, crawling under the table with Willow. “Everything okay? Is your bubble holding up?”

Willow nodded.

“It is Uncle Dipper. I just-”

Dipper smiled sadly. “It’s a lot, I know, and you needed a break.”

The second grader nodded, sending her braids flying around her head.

Dipper snapped. “Hey, know what will make you feel better?”

Willow smiled. “What Uncle Dipper?”

He snapped again and the pecan pie from on top of the oven appeared between them both.


“Uncle Dipper, Mommy and Daddy haven’t said it’s desert time yet-”

“Well you got to listen to me too, like you do with Grunkle Stan yes?”

Willow nodded.

“Well, I say that we are going to have special under the table pie now.”

Willow giggled. “Are we going to use our hands?”

Dipper, who had already began to dig in with said hands, paused.

“Yes. Yes we are.”

(When Henry thought to look for them an hour later, he found them asleep with distended bellies and an empty pie tin between them.)

Notable ladies I've rung up at the register:

•Older lady with a pikachu lanyard who’s son designed graphics for the local anime convention.

•Someone carrying around a parakeet in her sweater, who promptly set it on the candy display and it sang while she completed her purchase.

•A lady with a puppy in her cart who, when asked if I could pet it, deposited it in my arms to hold instead- and did so again a week later.

•A nice, professional looking lady who was purchasing luggage to go to a UFO conference in the desert with a friend who specializes in hypnotherapy for those who have had “close encounters”. She then spent the rest of the transaction enthusiastically telling me about her first experience seeing an orb.


It was only the beginning of October, but already Callie had been planning out Halloween. Actually, she’d been planning her babies first Halloween at least in her mind almost since the day she was born. But today, today it all was starting to become real. She’d been at the store picking up some groceries for dinner and noticed the Halloween items, both decorations and candy, were on display. She picked up a couple things, but there wasn’t much need for decorating an apartment for Halloween.

After she’d checked out of the grocery store she headed back to the apartment. She set the bags on the ground while she fiddled around for her key and opened the door picking up the bags and walking in only to find her wife sitting on the couch with their child. “Thanks for the help.” She remarked sarcastically closing the door behind her with her foot and walking over, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.


Darrvi twiddled his fingers against the glass panes on the candy display cases. He came to this shop often, mostly because his moirail was absolutely in love with the place. Where else could you buy custom-made, practically Russian Roulette inspired candy? Darrvi hadn’t actually tried any of the sweets Cherie had to offer (because he was terrified of catching one of the deadly spicy pieces mixed in with the others), but he had no doubt that they were fantastic. 

The other reason he came… well, that was Cherie herself. She was just about his age, a little shorter than himself, and she was cute to boot, too. Darrvi watched her as she checked out another customer. He’d sensed a small inkling of attraction on her part for a while. Finally, he’d decided to act on it. Darrvi took a deep breath as the customer ahead of him slid to the side to make room for him at the register. 

“Has that been there all day? Why didn’t anybody tell me? Merlin, I look like I’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards..” Aurora tutted absent-mindedly to the person next to her in the queue at Honeydukes as she began fussing over her face, almost grimacing when she noted all the Christmas candy displays. “It’s November for goodness sakes.”