i could spend hours in this store

"I had to be more than just a brother, I had to be a father. And I had to be a mother..."

“I was the only one who could stop him from crying by climbing into his crib, even when I was too scared and upset to talk.

I was the one who changed his diapers, and bathed him when Dad was just a shell.

I was the one who walked him to kindergarten on my way to school.

I was the one who made sure he had a lunch to eat, even if it was just a snack. And even if it meant I went hungry.

I was the one who patched up every cut and scraped knee. I was the one who wiped up every tear, and carried him back to the motel via piggyback.

I was the one who told him stories at bedtime, even if I couldn’t fully make out the words myself.

I was the one who helped him learn how to read and write.

I was the one who cooked for him when Dad would take off for days at a time.

I was the one who shared a bed with him after he’d have nightmares. I was the one who held him close and told him that nothing was ever gonna’ happen to him after Dad’s response was to give him a ‘45.

I was the one who stole Christmas presents from the nice house down the street just so Sammy wouldn’t wake up and think that Santa had forgotten him. Again. And I was the one who had to tell him Santa wasn’t real.

I was also the one who told him that monsters were real.

I was the one who rode him to the ER on my handlebars after he jumped from the roof and broke his arm.

I was the one who took care of him when he’d get sick.

I was the one who made sure he had clothes that actually fit him after each of his twelve-billion growth spurts. And I was the one who comforted him after the endless bullying he’d receive at school because those clothes had come from the thrift store.

I was the one who stood up for him every time someone picked on him in school.

I was the one who stole textbooks for him so that he wouldn’t fall behind.

I was the one who had to work an ungodly amount of hours at the garage to earn enough money so we could eat when Dad would spend weeks gone in our teens.

I was the one who scraped together the money for Sammy to go on every field trip his school put on so that he wouldn’t miss out, even if it meant not going on my own and losing class credits.

I was the one who watched him fall deeper and deeper into an ugly pit during his teens when he barely had the motivation to get himself out of bed. I was the one who had to remove meds or anything sharp from the motel, just in case. I was the one who sat awake by his bed every night during that period, panicked that my little brother was going to do something stupid.

I was the one who bought him his first laptop, and the look of pure disbelief and unadulterated adoration was worth every hour of overtime I’d done for the last three months.

I was the one who dropped him off at Stanford after Dad told him not to bother coming back and kicked him to the curb.

And I was the one who spent three years living in constant fear because my little brother was at Stanford all alone.

I did all of that, without anyone having to tell me to. So you look me in the eye, and you tell me if that was fair?”

How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress. I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then. Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one. A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip. Yeah, not embarrassing at all. Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.

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anonymous asked:

sleeping over at peters for the first time? (not nsfw just good ole fluffy peter ya know?)

  • this is my favorite concept
  • he had practically begged May to let you stay the night
  • although she would’ve said yes since she loved you, and trusted both of you, she found his persistent asking quite adorable 
    • “may, PLEASE, i’ll clean the apartment for a month, i’ll do extra chores, i’ll do my own laundry, i’ll-” 
    • “sounds good, pete. but i would’ve said yes regardless.” 
  • after he gets the green light, he spends all of friday night and saturday morning cleaning the place since you were coming over saturday evening 
  • he spends a good half an hour deciding on what pajamas he’d even wear that night
    • and may have set aside a few things he thought you’d look adorable in too for later on
  • he dug up every spare blanket he could find, insisting that you had to be comfortable 
  • he’d send may to the store to pick up snacks while he finished tidying up
  • by this time, it was about time for you to show up
  • he didn’t even realize he’d been in his pajamas from the previous night still
  • once he heard the door knock, he’d look down at his clothes before sprinting to his room and changing into jeans and a t-shirt in record time 
  • after changing, he’d run back to the door and open it up, slightly gasping for air as he took in your sight
  • he definitely would take your bag from you and carry it to his room and his heart would be very !!!! because ‘wow!! this is y/n’s stuff…to stay the night…with me!!!!’ 
  • he’d come back out to find you in the living room, admiring the place
    • “whoa, pete, the place looks great..did you do all of this?”
    • “pshh..no..may was on a uh, cleaning spree” 
  • by this time, it was already around 7:00, and may would be returning with armfuls of bags filled with snacks, so you guys agreed to put on pajamas before settling into movies 
  • peter would escort you back to his room and shyly offer you one of his shirts
    • “i-i know you probably already h-have a shirt, but uh, would you want one of-” 
    • “can i borrow that one?”
  • you’d already be pointing to one of his pun t-shirts, a slight blush on your cheeks that was definitely outshone by the redness on his face
    • “y-yeah! i’ll give you s-some privacy” 
  • he’d practically stumble out of the room at the thought of you changing in there 
  • he finished changing before you and was already parked back on the couch
  • when he saw you walk out there, he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face
    • “does it look funny? you can be honest, i don’t think this shirt matches these sweats…”
    • “babe, you look beautiful” 
  • and now it’s your turn to become red 
  • he of course would let you pick out the first movie and then you’d reposition yourself so you were curled up under his arms with your head on his shoulder and his ontop of your head 
  • after the first movie, he’d go get snacks and bring back way more than the two of you could eat 
  • the rest of the night would be filled with all of the snacks, more movies, and endless cuddles that neither of you get tired of 
  • and of course when you guys fall asleep, may can’t help but snap a pic and it definitely becomes peter’s new lockscreen

midtown monday™✨

The Smelly Lunatic From Mars

I am an assistant manager for the Way of Subs. I need people to hear this story and understand that I genuinely wish I could make this shit up.

I had this woman come in one day.
Heavy set. Filthy clothes. Disgustingly messy hair, both above and on her face. And a gag reflex-inducing miasma that followed her around like a puppy that KNOWS you’ll pet them.

She walks in and orders a half-foot tuna sandwich.
“cool… she’s take this, walk out, and then I can sterilize these tables,” I think to myself. But to my dismay, after paying with bra-cash (seriously, ladies, I UNDERSTAND you have no real pockets, but please stop handing me sweaty, drippy boob-cash. I’d like my lunch to stay in my stomach, thanks.), she takes a seat.

This whole time, she has been quietly muttering to herself, and upon inspection, I discover she is NOT wearing any sort of bluetooth headset.
After telling her to let me know if she needs anything, I retreat to the back room to work on dishes and clear my lungs.

-twenty five minutes pass-

I am summoned from the back room by her beckoning to me. She informs me that her bank cards were stolen, and she needs my help to get back into her account. “How does she expect me to do such a thing?”, you may ask. Simple!

According to her, her bank was going to send a special signal through our radio speakers into the POS system to allow me access to her financial information.

If you’re confused at this point, GOOD!!You should be.

After arguing with this woman for like twenty minutes about how what she saying is impossible, I get fed up, invoke managerial privilege, and tell her that she needs to leave.

she leaves, and I spend my next half hour Fabreezing the shit out of the store trying to remove her miasma.


-flash-Forward by two weeks-

much to my dismay, she returns.
i’m closing the store alone again and she comes in about four hours before we close. She sits down without buying anything this time so I ignore her. it’s at that point that from the back room I hear our soda machine. She is the only person in the store, so she is the only person who could be possibly fucking with it. I walk outside to find her filling up a 55 ounce travel cup.

We let people fill cups from anywhere and of any size (within reason) and just charge them $1.10 for a refill, so I informed her that the side it was going to cost her. She flew out of control so fast arguing that it wasn’t one of our cups and she shouldn’t have to pay, but I explained that away and she sat back down.

Another 20 minutes past and the store stinks to high hell again. Then I hear her yelling at someone. I rush out of the back room in typical manager fashion to try to defuse whatever situation is happening. Unfortunately this situation was un-defusable. I discovered her staring up at our speakers again, screaming at them.

I stood there in sheer bewilderment as she screamed “no, fuck you, why don’t you make something of yourself?” at our speakers over and over again and I had act.

“Ma’am, what do you think you’re doing? This is a restaurant, not a bar. If you’re going to yell at our music then I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Now.”


I have since learned that she then went on to bother three of the other restaurants on this route, to the point at which somebody called the cops and they had her banned from the area. Personally, I say good riddance. I don’t get paid enough to deal with your bullshit.

Sephora (Ethan Dolan/ Fluff)

Summary: Requested by anon: “can you do a fluffy imagine where you go into a sephora w either of them? like at first he’s against it but once he see’s how happy you’re that he’s willing to let you put makeup on him he’s all for it. just like swatching lipstick and stuff. it can be with gray or e idrc. thx”

Warnings: None, Fluff

A/N: This is short but I think it´s kinda cute! Requests are open so whatever you want me to write just leave it on my box. annnnd the gif isn´t mine!

Originally posted by thedolangifs

“Ethan it will just be two minutes I swear!” I whined at Ethan as we got closer and closer to Sephora.

Ethan and I were out at the mall, because he wanted to pick something up from the nike store. But I could see Sephora and E never wanted to go in with me, and at this point I don´t blame him. I could spend hours and real hours walking around the store, swatching, staring and just trying out and looking at all the makeup. E thought it was really boring.

“But y/n you always say it´ll only be a minute and we end up staying till closing time” Ethan responded.

“But ethaaaan” you looked up at his brown eyes, trying to make puppy eyes, for him to give in. “E-tee-wee-tee pleaaaase”

“y/n I´ll just wait outside if it´s only a couple of minutes” Ethan finally responded.

I walked into Sephora and my face lit up like a kid on Christmas day. I turned towards the glass doors were Ethan was standing holding a couple of our bags and I grinned from ear to ear. I turned back around and went to the first aisle. Lipsticks and Highlighters. Then I felt two arms bring me into their chest and I knew it was Ethan.


“This place makes you so happy huh?” Ethan whispered in my ear.

I turned to look at him and just smiled and nodded. Ethan pulled me in and kissed me and smiled after the kiss.

“Fine we can stay as long as you like, only because it makes you this happy” Ethan said to me with a smile on his face.


I turned around and saw a beautiful rose gold super glittery highlighter. I turned to Ethan with the highlighter in my hand, swiped my finger across it and smiled at him asking for permission. He just nodded and smiled and I swiped my finger across his cheek, testing the glittery product.

“How does it look baby?” Ethan asked, while smiling and putting his hands on his hips, posing for me. I laughed and kissed him.


“I love it E but its not my favorite lets keep on trying.”

City Lights  (Peter Parker x young!reader)

Good morning my loves and Happy Saturday! I hope today brings fun memories and good laughs and of course, good fanfiction. I have so many requests at the moment and until I get them all done, I’m going to close requests. If you send one in, I won’t answer till I get the rest of these finished. It’s not that I don’t want to do it (I love getting your guys’ requests actually, they make my days interesting), I just don’t want to make you wait forever. I’ll make a post about when I open for requests again! Check out my other imagines and my just finished series featuring Bucky, “Battered and Bruised”! I love you all so much, and have a wonderful day. xoxo

Request:  Young!avenger x Peter Parker?

Description: Peter takes you on a tour of New York as a date and shows you all his favorite places. At the end of the night, he shows you the best view of the city in the most unconventional way. 

Warnings: None. Just fluff. 

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“What do you mean by you’ve never been to New York?” Peter was gaping at you. “You mean to tell me that you’ve been living here, but you haven’t actually visited the city?” He was waving his arms around as he talked. 

You laughed at his reaction and gave him an awkward smile. It was true, you had been living in Stark Tower for the past seven months, but never got around to actually going to the city. 

“Well, I don’t get much time off, you know, saving humanity from aliens and crazy people.” You were trying to make up a viable excuse for why. Peter just kept staring at you his mouth hanging wide open. “What?” You started shifting your eyes around the room, having no idea what to do. 

“Babe, I know what we’re going to do today.” Peter gave you a goofy grin and ran down the hall, leaving you standing alone in the living room. 

“Oh lord, what’s he going to do?” You groaned to yourself. You shook your head, but smiled. He was such a dork. A dork that you had lots of feelings for. You loved him, but you had never said it to him, fearing that he wouldn’t feel the same. 

Seven months ago, Tony had asked you to move from the Avenger Tower in D.C. to Stark Tower to go undercover. Your job was to go to Peter’s high school and keep an eye on him for Tony. He was worried that Peter would start getting into trouble, and your job was to keep him out of it. Before you knew it, you were falling hard for him. Tony feared that you would, but allowed you to do so because you were like his daughter, and he loved you like one. All he wanted was to see you happy. So, just two months into your mission, and after spending a lot time together, along with a couple dates, you two became official. And once you started dating him, you realized you had to tell him what your original intentions were. 

When you told him, he wasn’t upset. He just kissed you and whispered to you, “My girlfriend is a freaking Avenger.” 


An hour later, he cam running in. “F/N! Come on, you’re coming with me.” You were laying on the couch, closing your eyes when he started pulling you off of it. 

“Where are we going?” You were giggling and stumbling to follow him. “Peter, I’m serious.” (No, you weren’t.) “Where the heck are you taking me?” You had this marveled look on you face, amazed that he could get you off the couch without becoming overly grumpy. 

“You’ll see. Come on.” He looked so adorable as he pulled you along down the stairs and out the door. Once you stepped outside, the quiet of the tower completely disappeared. You were left with the sound of cars, and honking, and people’s pointless conversations. He turned around to face you. 

“Ta da! I’m taking you to see the city.” He began to fumble with him hands and look towards the ground. “Since you haven’t been before, and since we haven’t been able to go on a date in a while, I decided that I could show you around.” He looked up at you with those innocent eyes that always made your heart skip a beat. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet, Peter.” You face turned a slightly shade of pink darker. You thought he was so cute when he got all nervous. A smile came upon your lips and you hooked your arm in his. “So, where to first?” 

He looked up at you with hopeful eyes and smiled. He looked like a little kid on Christmas morning.  You loved making him happy, he made you feel almost like a normal teenager who had an almost normal life. To be frank, you never had a normal life to begin with. You were born with ability to go invisible, and your parents abandoned you at the age of three after they scared you and they suddenly couldn’t see you. They were afraid of you, so they left. You fended for yourself till about two years ago when the Avengers discovered you and your ability, hoping you would join them. You gladly accepted the offer and you realized that you had a family again. They loved you like a younger sibling, but Tony loved you like you were his own daughter. Obviously, being an Avenger and living with them wasn’t normal for anybody, but neither was having spider-like senses.

You two spent the afternoon walking through New York City, checking out all the places Peter loved. He took you to his favorite pizza place for lunch, and then you two took a stroll around Central Park. You stopped at the lake and watched the ducks swim by. 

“This is really nice, Peter. Thank you.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly. 

He put his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead. “It’s my pleasure, babe. But, the day isn’t over yet.” He wrapped one of his arms around your waist and you two started walking back towards the street. He took you around street corner after street corner, pointing out places that he wanted to take you in the future, and telling you the fondest memories he had there. After about an hour of walking, he stopped you in front of a brick stoned building. 

“Where are we?” You were looking for a sign. There was none. You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what was inside, but it was lowly lit. 

“You’ll see.” He was smirking at you as he took your hand and pulled you inside. Once you were through the door and you finally saw what it was, your eyes went wide and your jaw dropped to the floor. Inside the unsuspecting building was bookshelves stacked to the ceiling with books. 

“No. Way.” You were amazed. You dropped his hand and started walking up and down the aisles, mesmerized. You let your fingers graze across the spines, reading every title. They had classics, new books, well loved books, and all your favorite ones too. Peter watched you in adoration. He knew you would like this place. It was the oldest book store in New York, and he knew how much you liked to read. Once you looked through just about every single book in there, you walked up to him with the biggest smile on your face. 

“You’re amazing, did you know that? Oh my god, I could spend hours in here. I have to come back another day to read here.” You were beginning to ramble and Peter just shook his head, one corner of his mouth pulling up into a smirk. 

“F/N, you’ve already spent two hours just looking at all the books. I’m going to have to bring you back here, so you can spend the entire day here.” He pulled you into a hug. “There’s still one more thing I have to show you before I take you back to the tower. Come on.” You looked up at him with eyes that were filled with love. He leaned down and kissed you, filling your stomach with butterflies. He pulled you out of the bookstore and the sky that was once bright and sunny was now beginning to grow blue. Had you really been in there that long?

“F/N, hold on tight.” He wrapped his left arm tightly around you.

“Wait, wh-” You cut yourself off with a slight scream. Suddenly, you were swinging in the air, swooping from building to building. Your arms were gripping him, very, very tightly. Once the initial shock faded away, you were smiling at Peter as he slowly took you higher and higher off the ground. The cold wind was whipping your hair back, giving you this rush of adrenaline. Peter shot a web at a building, swinging you both up in the air. The next one hit a spire of a different building across the street and he swung around it, you secure in his arm, and making a soft landing on top of the building. 

“I give you special view of New York City from the top of the Empire State Building.” He took his free arm and displayed the view to him. 

“Oh my god…” The skyline looked beautiful against the sunset and the lights slowly turning on. “…it’s gorgeous.” You shifted yourself in his arms so that you were facing him, bodies pressed against each other. 

“Just like you.” Peter’s eyes studied every inch of your face, landing on your E/C eyes that he had fallen in love with. You looked towards the ground, trying to conceal your blush. “F/N.” He tilted your chin up, so that your eyes met his. 

“Yes, Peter?” You looked at him with doe eyes, hanging on every single word he had said. 

He paused, a small smile coming to his face. “I love you.” 

You were stunned. He said it. He said it first. He said that he loved you. 

You realized that you were completely silent, seeing that Peter was getting worried. A big smile replaced the shocked look on your face. 

“I love you too.” You let out a little laugh and pulled him down to you. Your lips collided, molding perfectly together. The feeling of his lips against yours made your heart swell. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest, watching the sun set behind the horizon. 

Peter swung you across the city back to the tower. He nonchalantly landed on the grounded in the middle of the sidewalk in front of Stark Tower. 

“I’ll come over tomorrow, okay babe?” He smiled down at you, holding your hand. 

“Okay.” You smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“I love you too, Peter Parker.” You watched him fade into the crowd and then round a corner. Suddenly, he was swinging around a building. You shook your head and chuckled, walking back into the building. 

You were feeling so giddy. You were spinning around down the halls, humming to yourself. 

From his office, Tony heard you and peered out of the doorway, watching you as you walked down the hall, humming with a little skip in your step. Before he got caught, he sat back down at his deck and smiled to himself. You were happy, that’s all that mattered to him. He got back to work, and muttered to himself. 

“Peter Parker, you better take of my girl.”


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Live Another Life

Thank you @Sciencebimbo! I’m always looking for prompts, I struggle with creating new ideas… Plus I’ve been spending plenty of time on discord with @thecurvyshade and Co. hehe. I love your blog and I hope you like!

James was a massive fan of RPG’s, the mainstream, the arcade, and the indie. He always seemed to be looking to escape his life into the realm of video games. It’s not uncommon for someone to do this, but James was addicted. He spent many many hours delving into any and all types of RPG he could find… Modern war, Magical realms, Mythological crossovers… But one day he came across a new game on an online store…

“AoB? That’s all it says… Age of…? Barbarians… Brutes… Beauty?” He seemed majorly confused, the letters adorning the top of the screen with a busty lady wearing skimpy armour, also not uncommon among these indie games…

He went ahead and bought the game, booting it up instantly after download… still not knowing exactly what this was… The screen flashed up reading ‘Are you Male/Female?’ He selected male as the screen flashed red and a second screen popped up. ‘Do you want to live another life?’ He instantly pressed yes, waiting for the game to start as a black screen remained until a flash of pink engulfed it and seemingly wiped his mind.

‘Are you a girl?’ The screen said… James unconsciously clicked yes.
*FLASH* James’ eyes radiating the same colour…

[Please select hair colour] (Red/Blonde/Brunette/Black) James clicked…

His hair began to lengthen… slowly down to his shoulders and below turning a platinum blonde as it did… *FLASH*

[Please select facial features] (Pretty in Pink/Sultry Red Slut/Punky Purple) James clicked…

His face became more soft and feminine, fake eyelashes appeared on his face as his cheeks began to develop a natural blush, his lips slowly plumping out as a sheen of pink lip gloss appeared over them. *FLASH*

[Please select cup size] (C/D/DD/E/EE/F/G/GG) James clicked

He let out a lewd moan in a new feminine voice as mounds sprouted from beneath his shirt… slowly getting bigger and bigger until his shirt couldn’t hold his new tits… They expanded more and more until resting at E-Cup *FLASH*

[Please select pussy and ass] (Tight virgin holes/Prissy Prude/Dirty Slut/Fuck Toy) James clicked…

James’ manhood began to shrink, sucking inwards until a womanhood formed in it’s place, open, wide and dripping, as if having her holes open as a gaping tease was natural *FLASH*

[Select mind-set] (Bubbly Bimbo/Submissive Slave/Ditzy Doll) Click…
The screen flashed for the last time and displayed a message

‘Thank you for downloading Age of Bimbos, We hope you enjoy your new life! Why not invite a friend to play with?

“Like, that’s suuuuch a good idea! I should go gets my other friends and show em this amazing game! Maaaaaaybe I could fuck em a little first…” She giggled as she felt her new pussy and ass already gaping “Mmmmm I definitely need to be filled before I show my friends…. Mmmm Janine needs cock!”


Age of Bimbos, Now available for free download on PC and Mac!

How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress.   I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then.   Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.  

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one.  A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip.   Yeah, not embarrassing at all.   Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.  

I hurry down (as much as my trying to keep my pants closed with one hand walk will let me) and reach the door.  Locked.   I try all the doors… all locked.  Look at the sign, it says they close at 9pm, but it’s 8:50.   Yeah, I know it sucks to get last minute customers, but I’m just gonna be in and out for a pair of jeans, and I’m happy to tell the workers that…if they come to the door.  But they won’t.  They just look at me.

I call the store (seriously don’t want to have to drive 3 hours in ripped jeans, and I know I’m going to have to stop for gas at one point, where I’m sure I’ll be positioned just right for the security camera to catch a view of my ass, and OMG could you please just open the door!!!) and the hours are definitely 9am - 9pm.  No sign saying they were closing early for a meeting or anything like that.  Nope, the workers just decided to close early.

Now I’m pissed off…it’s February, it’s cold, I gotta 3 hour drive, and I just wanted a pair of jeans.

Get to my parents house, my mother is like, only you, and loans me a pair of pants to wear for the next day.

Go out shopping the next morning, get to the chain store that’s near my parents’ home, and a thought occurs to me.  I remember I used to buy clothes at this outlet store which I was two hours away, but if I wanted to return or exchange it, I could go to a local store.   One day, I was making a return and the local store clerk was frustrated…she mentioned that she hated the outlet for always telling people they could return at a local store, because people would spend gobs of money, then realize they overspent, and would make their returns at the local store…so the outlet sales numbers looked great, but the local stores’ sales / return numbers would look bad because they were taking in all of these outlet clothes on returns.  

Ohhh, yeah!

I go into chain store location with my Mom, and confirm that yes, I could return chain store purchases at any location.  And yes, they would have to pay me back the sales tax that I paid, not the local sales tax (my parents’ state sales tax was a full 1.2% higher than local store’s sales tax - tee hee)!

The poor sales clerk just KNOWS I’m about to return something to her from another state.   Instead, I smile sweetly and hand her 51 pairs of jeans.   I took all different sizes so I wouldn’t completely wipe them out of a particular size, hey, it wasn’t their fault.   1 pair for me, and 50 pairs for later.   I assure her I will not be returning these to her store, and I thank her for her time.  If I’d had the money, I would have bought more, but I only had enough temporary spare money to cover the 50 pairs.

Get back to my local store in my state the next day.  Confirm again that they were supposed to be open until 9pm on that fateful evening, and that means they are supposed to let you in the store as long as you walk in by 9pm.  

Then I tell them I have a return.  Nope, no need to exchange, I just need my money back.  Here is my ID, my receipt, and my debit card.   Please process this almost $1100 in return, and I’m happy to wait.   Manager wants to know if there is a problem with the jeans, and I say nope, just wanted to inconvenience the store that decided it wanted to close early.  Oh you need to inspect all the jeans…no problem, take your time, I brought a book with me.  

So so so very petty, and because the jean sale had ended, and it was a Sunday, they weren’t as busy as they normally were…I know that I made an impact on their bottom line for that day.   Wish I could have bought and returned 500 pairs of jeans, but oh well.  I satisfied myself with that moment of pettiness.

TL/DR: Store closed early, so I returned a bunch of items to screw with their profit/loss for the day.

a collection of random Enstars headcanons no one asked for

because they might try hard to look cool but they’re actually all dorks


  • Hokuto won’t play Just Dance until everyone in the room goes through one very long warm up session with him because “the risk of injury is still here”
  • Leo believes in conspiracy theories and posts obscure videos on Youtube. Whenever Keito tries to prove him wrong, he starts shouting Keito’s “just a disgusting reptilian anyway”.
  • Hinata once german-supplexed Yuta in the middle of the crowded cafeteria for no valid reason. Yuta then tried to choke him.
  • Chiaki loves to hold tokusatsu viewing sessions (actually just sleepovers) at his house with the other Ryuseitai members, but anyone interested in tokusatsu is also invited !!
  • Shinobu introduced Souma to Naruto. Sometimes they can be seen watching it together on days when they don’t have practice.
  • Arguing with Wataru is extremely dangerous. He’s likely to just bombard you with doves and roses until you run away in fear, but Keito unfortunately never learns.
  • Sometimes the Ra*bits member can be seen crying together, and no one really knows why. Turns out Hajime started crying and everyone else followed suit because they can’t stand seeing each other cry. (Nazuna will deny this.)
  • Hinata once hid to scare Yuta in the school’s corridor, but he accidentally scared Shu (who happened to be passing by) instead. Shu fainted immediately.
  • Mika can’t make puns or jokes. He keeps forgetting half of them and Tsumugi doesn’t have the heart to tell him they just don’t work like that.
  • Natsume might have thrown Tsumugi out a window once. He just smiles smugly when he’s asked about this.
  • Leo sometimes screams wordlessly for a solid minute. The other Knights members aren’t even concerned about this anymore. Tsukasa theorized it might be Leo’s way to deal with his stress.
  • Mika always ends up saying “you too” when a waiter tells him to enjoy his meal. He then replays the scene in his head for days and can’t sleep at night anymore.
  • Wataru was forbidden from bringing his pet birds to class, so now he hides them in his pockets. They can be seen peering out sometimes, but whenever someone comments on that, he just blinds them with pepper spray.
  • Adonis needs ten minutes to send a single text. And it’s still full of typos.
  • When Knights go shopping together, Leo gets in the cart and Izumi pushes him around. He always says he won’t do it next time, but when Leo jumps in the cart he ends up pushing him anyway.
  • Keito gets angry at soybeans. They make him fly into rage mode. Wataru loves putting them everywhere in the student council office.
  • Rei can sleep with his eyes open and that’s exactly what he does whenever someone from the student council comes to address his unexplained school absences.
  • When Makoto trips and falls in a crowded place, Subaru immediately goes lying next to him so that he’ll feel less awkward.
  • Kanata once showed up in class wearing a wetsuit and using an oxygen tank and no one dared say anything about it.
  • Sagami-sensei joined Hinata and Subaru in trying to play pranks on Keito, but they never work. It’s like he has a sixth sense to detect them.
  • Tetora and Chiaki tried to bake a cake together once. Next thing they knew, the entire school was being evacuated because of the explosion they caused.
  • Leo won’t stop rambling about cryptids. He wants to go on a cryptid sighting tour with the rest of Knights and is currently looking into buying plane tickets for five. The other Knights guys don’t know how serious he is about this.
  • Adonis cries from watching animal videos on Youtube. He then sends them to everyone he knows because he recently discovered the “share” feature.
  • Koga’s that one person who spends an hour styling his hair to go out when it’s rainy and windy outside, so it’s ruined in five minutes and he’ll sulk all day.
  • Yuzuru : “could I please make an announcement ? I seem to have lost my young master” Store clerk : “sure” Yuzuru, in the mic : “goodbye you little shit”
  • Shu sometimes argues with people because he doesn’t like their clothes. The only other person to do this is Hiyori.
  • The oddballs like to play Mario Party together. They all agree that Kanata is the sorest loser.
  • Eichi loves to go grocery shopping. There’s so much stuff !! A lot of people !! Automated cash registers !! He’s so happy there !!
  • Mitsuru once ate a handful of dirt just because Tomoya said he shouldn’t.
  • Mao and Makoto’s greatest passion is reproducing poses from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure together.
  • Hokuto : “what is the light music club even doing ??” [koga barking, furious kazoo and off-key opera singing can be heard from their club room] Mao : “oh they’re always doing that on improv Thursday”
  • Leo won’t stop licking stuff he’s not supposed to lick, including but not limited to paper, cats and people’s hands. When Izumi asked him about this, he explained he needs it to “feel their energy”.
  • Whenever someone in the academy needs help, Madara, Chiaki and Kuro physically fight to determine who gets to save them.
  • Kanata once attempted to drown Souma in the school’s fountain. Kaoru laughed, so Kanata drowned Kaoru too.
  • When it gets snowy on the school grounds, huge snowball fights happen. Somehow, Eichi and Keito end up being most often targeted. They still claim they don’t understand why.
  • Koga’s twitter feed is 99% dogs and 1% Kaoru’s selfies. He keeps blocking him, but Kaoru steals his phone to unblock himself and like all his selfies.
Dress Shopping  (Tom Holland Imagine)

Warning: none really, but some real cute Tom

Summary: Tom invited you to your first red carpet but you didn’t have anything to wear. So you and Zendaya decided to go dress shopping and Tom decided to come along.

——————–

You, Zendaya, and Tom walked into a dress store and right when you walked in, Zendaya was already grabbing things for you to try on. Tom had found a seat outside the dressing room knowing that this would take a while. The store wasn’t crowded cause it was pretty late and it was raining outside.

“Oh my gosh, look at this dress y/n. It’s going to look so good on you. Go try it on.” Zendaya said as she pushed you towards a dressing room, Tom just scrolling on his phone right in front of it.

You tried it on as you hear ‘Wild Thoughts’ come on the speakers and hear Zendaya yell “OH, THIS IS MY JAM!” You started laughing at her. You finally got the dress on and it was literally so long, that you actually couldn’t see your feet. You walked out of the room slowly, trying not to trip. Zendaya and Tom started laughing. You looked at them with your arms crossed against your chest.

“Okay okay maybe, a little shorter dress?” Zendaya said in between laughs. You nod your head in response as you also start to laugh. You looked over to Tom who was still dieing of laughter. He finally looks back up to your serious expression.

“Oh my, i’m so sorry. You look beautiful.” Tom tried to say with a serious face.

“Shut up” You chuckled and walked back into the dressing room.

——-
*like an hour later*

Time passed by and you had tried on so many dresses. You just couldn’t find the perfect one. The one you were wearing right
now was too bright for your liking. You walked out and saw Zendaya shake her head at it too. We heard her phone go off and she excused herself to some other part of the store to go answer it.

“So…. you look kinda bored.” You said while looking over at Tom. He had his head resting on his hand. (Look at the gif at the top if you want cause it’s perfectt)

“I don’t know what your talking about. Every guy wants to spend hours watching a girl try on dresses” Tom said.

“Alright sassy pants. Why don’t you just leave then? The dress could be surprise for you tomorrow” You told him.

“Well… i have to make sure you get the right dress. Ya know? One that looks just right on you. I don’t think it’s gonna be hard tho, you literally look good in everything.” Tom says and looks down at his twiddling thumbs. You start to blush. Right before you could respond, Zendaya was back.

“Bad news (y/n), they want me at the photo shoot a little earlier than i was suppose to be there.” Zendaya said.

“No problem, you go, i’ll be here with her.” Tom said as he got up to hug Zendaya.

“Yeah… It fine Z, thank you so much for the help though.” You say and give her a hug goodbye.

“No probably bby, see ya guys later” Zendaya says and pulls up her hoodie to walk in the rain to her car.

“And then there was 2” You and Tom say in unison. You giggled. Tom just looked at you with a smile and you just smiled back.

“Um… ima go look for more dresses” You say as you break eye contact with him. You walk away before your face turns red again. You looked through some more dresses as ‘Let Me Love You’ by Mario, came on. You began humming and then singing.

“You don’t believe his stories. You know that they’re all lies…” You sing as you feel a pair of hands grab your waist. You jump at the sudden touch and turn to see Tom.

“Bad as you are, you stick around and I just don’t know why.” Tom finished your lyrics.

“Tom you scared me.” You whispered so the old lady working there didn’t get mad.

“Opps, sorry. I just heard you singing. And i also, found you this…” Tom says and shows you the dress he picked. That was it. That was the perfect dress you had been looking for.

“Wow.. Tom, that’s so..” You said.

“Ugly? I can find another one.” Tom said and began walking back but you grabbed his hand. He looked down at your hands and smiled.

“No, it’s perfect. Let’s go try it on.” You say and rush to the dressing room, still holding onto his hand. He sat back in his seat as you went to go try it on. It was beautiful. It was a black on top and an ombré mix of purple black and white on the bottom. It was flowy on the bottom which made you wanna keep spinning in circles. It hugged your curves, which you loved. You walk out of the dressing room. You clear your throat so Tom will look up from his phone. His head raised and he just looked… speechless.

“So….” You said.

“It’s..um.. you look, uh. Beautiful.” Tom said as he still looked you up and down. You did a spin as he watched you and you both began to laugh.

“So is this the one?” Tom asked as he stood up.

“Yup. Let’s go buy it.” You said after you walk into the dressing and change back into your clothes. Tom had his hand on your lower back as you walked together to the cashier.

“I’ll pay.” Tom said as he pulled out his wallet. You stop him.

“No, you don’t have to. It’s okay, i’ll pay.” You say. Tom proceeds to take his credit card out.

“It’s the little I can do for the girl that’s going to be my date to the red carpet.” Tom says as he smirks.

“Oh am I?” You ask in shock.

“Of course. With you in a dress like that, you can’t be any other guys date.” You say and the lady at the cashier ‘awws’. You smile at her then look at Tom and just shake your head with a chuckle.

“Okay Thank you, have a good night” Tom says to the cashier as he carries the bag with the dress. You step outside into the cold night. It stopped raining but it was pretty windy. You started walking towards his car.

“Um, thank you. Not just for the dress but for also spending the night with me. I had fun.” You say while you stare at the ground.

“Anytime. I actually had fun too.” Tom says as you sneak a look at him. But he was already looking at you.

“Hey, um. Since we’re here already… together. And i’m guess you’re hungry too. Do you wanna go to dinner with me?” Tom asks as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Of course i would” You said and saw a smile arise on Tom.

“Really?” He asks as if it was a surprise.

“You did pay for my dress. Which reminds me, i should probably pay for dinner” You say as you see Tom pull out an umbrella. Although, you were both already soaked.

“Ha. Like i’d ever let that happen.” Tom chuckles and holds the umbrella over you two. He intertwined his other hand with yours.

“Let’s go.” He said and you walked hand and hand past London shops in the November rain.

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A Fish and a Boyfriend (Thiam)

AU in which Theo works at the pet store and Liam likes to go there to the look at pets he can’t buy because his parents won’t let him buy one and one day Theo gets a fish for Liam and writes his number and a note in the fishbowl


“For the thousandth time Liam, an animal is not to set foot in this house!” Liam’s mom yelled.

“Ok ok fine, but that won’t stop me from hanging out at the pet store!” Liam screamed before running out his front door.

“No pet, no pets at all? Are they crazy?” Liam whispered to himself.

*3 hours later*

“Hey Theo, that short kid is in here again. Tell him we’re about to close and he can come back tomorrow and be weird,” Theo’s boss instructed.  

Theo just wanted to go home after a long day. He’s heard from everyone in the store that the same kid has been here every day just staring at the pets, whispering nicknames to them. To be honest, Theo thought that was weird, but if it’s a kid, he’ll play along.

“Hey little guy, I’ll tell you what? If you go home now tomorrow we can- “Theo turned to the corner.

Theo was now in the same aisle as Liam and he definitely was not looking at a little kid.

“I’m sorry, everyone just kept talking about a kid in here for the past few days staring at the animals.”

“Well I am 16. But I bet all everyone telling you that is just old.”

Liam made Theo laugh at his place of work, something he’s never done, and Theo couldn’t help but notice how cute Liam was.

“I certainly appreciate you keeping the animals company, but my bed also likes when I keep it company, preferably by 10pm.”

Theo’s attempted joke made Liam all red and embarrassed.

“You are right, I’m so sorry, I know how late it is,” a flustered Liam responded.

“It’s really ok. Just keep the visiting to store hours. Preferably 2-9 when I’m here.”

Am I being hit on?” Liam thought.

“Because that’s when the animals get fed,” Theo quickly added, disappointing Liam.

Liam was about to turn and leave when Theo asked him a question.

“Not to be rude but why are you in here all the time? Why not just buy a pet?”

“I want a pet, 5 if I could. They’re also damn cute.”

“Not as cute as you,” Theo thought.

“It’s my parents. They’re so strict about pets. A dog bit me when I was a kid and now they’re all like, don’t you dare bring an animal into this house, we will not let it set a foot in this house,” Liam imitated his parents.

“That’s rough. I can’t imagine life without my cats.”

“So you’re that cat person,” Liam said with the emphasis on that.

“Hey now, don’t disrespect my children,” both boys followed by laughter.

Theo and Liam had inched close together throughout their conversation without even noticing until a little bit of silence when they looked into each other’s eyes.

“Hey Theo, I don’t pay you to flirt with the customers! And you, go home already!” Theo’s boss yelled.

“I should go. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” Liam said.

“I’ll be here. I’ll see you then, uh?”

“Oh yeah,” Liam giggled. “I’m Liam.”

“A cute name for an extremely cute boy,” Theo thought.

“Oh, and I’m Theo,” but that only made Liam giggle again.

“I know, it’s on your name tag.”

The next day Liam followed his usual routine, a little bit of arguing with his mom, picking up some snacks, and spending forever at the pet store. On this day, he made sure didn’t get there before 2pm so he could spend as much time there only during Theo’s shift.

“Hey Liam, you’re back!” Theo greeted him.

“I just can’t stay away. If the dogs can’t come to me, then I’ll come to them!”

“Knock yourself out, I’ll be around if you need anything at all.”

Liam smiled at Theo and skipped towards a few golden retrievers. A few hours passed and Liam couldn’t get enough, but he was in need of more food than just his snacks.

“Theo!” Liam heard. “Take your break now.”

Perfect!” Liam thought. Now he could ask him to lunch.

“Hey Theo!” Liam waved his hands in Theo’s direction. “I couldn’t help but overhear you have a break now. I was going to get lunch if you want to come with me?” Liam asked hopefully.

“Thanks for the offer Liam but I brought my lunch today.”

Liam couldn’t help but feel hurt. If it was him he would say yes anyways, even with food in the fridge just to have a meal with a guy as cute and hot as Theo.

“Oh ok. Will you be here when I get back?”

“Yeah. I’m just stepping out the back for my lunch. I’ll see you later, “Theo smiled.

Liam sat at the diner across the street, enjoying his lunch, while Theo had lied about his.

“Rick, I’m going to need that favor you owe me. Get me the prettiest, colorful fish that can put a smile on anyone’s face, for free, and a pen and paper while you’re at it,” Theo demanded.

Theo was about done with all the supplies he asked from Rick when Liam made his way back into the store, feeling really down at the absence of Theo.

“Hey, have you seen Theo?” Liam asked Rick.

“Our boss had him go to another fish store last minute, he’ll be back in a few hours though.”

A few hours?? Liam was going to lose his mind.

“When he comes back could you tell him Liam said he will be back tomorrow?

“You’re Liam?” Rick asked.

“He made this for you. I don’t know what you teenagers are up to but I heard him singing to himself on how much Liam’s cute face was going to love this,” Rick said with air quotes.

He called me cute?” Liam squealed internally.

“Here’s the fish bowl kid, I’m out.”

Liam took the fish bowl in his hands and was confused why Liam would want him to have this, until the beautiful rainbow colors of the fish distracted him. He examined the fish bowl until he saw a folded piece of paper. He reached in quickly into the bowl, pulling out the wet paper. Liam opened up what appeared to be a note, with the dumbest smile on his face.

“Technically fish don’t have legs, do they? Technically brining this guy home is following the rules of no animal setting their foot in your parent’s house. If this little guy makes it, I can take you two out for a date, and hopefully more just the two of us,”

Underneath the note read, “3106543244, hoping to get a call from the cutest boy I’ve ever seen.”

Liam was about pass out. He couldn’t believe the cutest he’d ever laid eyes on called him the cutest guy he’d ever seen. He gathered the bowl and everything he would need to take care of his new pet. “Well little Leo, it looks like I go home with a new pet, and boyfriend!”

Bound to Happen (Part 11), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,210

Author’s Note: Okay guys, this is it! The final chapter of this series! I might return to this universe one day - maybe you guys could ask me questions and I can write drabbles as a response? But otherwise, I’ve reached the end of my plot! Thank you for all the support and love. Siempre.

Warnings: The burn is over.

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“I was thinking.” You started, hand making quick work of sawing the bread in front of you.

Oh no.” Lin teased, bustling around the kitchen.

Dinner had become a semi-regular thing. About once a week you would spend nearly an hour in a brightly lit grocery store, arguing incessantly about what sounded the best. That night Lin had won with spaghetti. Lin won often.

“I’m trying to be serious here.” You waved the bread knife in his direction, effectively silencing any witty remarks he had ready. “We’ve slept together, what-”

Are we counting orgasms or-

“Shut up!” Lin giggled as you playfully reached over to swat at him. “We’ve spent the night together many times.”

“We have.” Lin seemed rather invested in his noodles at the moment, but he was fucking terrified.

This could easily be the conversation that ended it all. It was bound to happen, right? Two close friends sleeping together with no talk meant total disaster eventually. You would say you needed more and that he was holding you back from getting whatever more was.

He was always holding you back, it seemed.

“We need to figure out what we’re doing here.”

“Well, I’m making spaghetti.”

Lin.”

“Sorry.”

“I give us two weeks.” You finally settled on, halting Lin. His hands continued to work on dinner, but his brain was rushing through scenarios. “Two weeks to figure out what we’re doing. If we can’t sit and have an actual conversation about us then maybe it’s not worth the trouble.”

He watched for a second as you shrugged, continuing to busy yourself with the bread. An attempt at casual.

“I don’t need two weeks.” Was his immediate reply. “I’ve had almost twenty years to realize you are the love of my life.”

There was a moment of silence where no one moved. The light bubbling of the red sauce was the only sound in Lin’s vast house as you absorbed his exclamation and he watched on.

“That’s what I get for dating a writer.” You rolled your eyes as he gaped at you, flipping his gas stove off and sweeping you off your feet. “Lin!”

“Your boyfriend-” You grinned at the use of the term as the knife clattered out of your hand and onto the counter, “-was trying to be romantic and you rolled your eyes!”

“Put me down!” You shrieked as he continued to carry you away from the kitchen, “Our dinner!”

The couch cushion bounced as he tossed you off his shoulder.

“I have been waiting twenty years to call you my girlfriend.” He stopped himself to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, “Spaghetti can wait.”

It took Tommy exactly one day to connect the dots - he was always oddly perceptive when it came to Lin. He snickered when you showed up to a pick up rehearsal the next day, not on business.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! It’s just, if you’re gonna tip-toe around everyone about your relationship with Lin, it would help if you didn’t wear a giant sign saying ‘Look at me! Lin’s girlfriend!’.” He shrugged.

“I don’t have a sign-”

“Not just a sign. Flashing lights. Confetti. The whole nine yards.”

You brushed his comments off. It was Tommy just being Tommy. Teasing, older brother Tommy.

Then Alex took note of a shift in dynamic. Then Chris, the least perceptive person in the room, asked you about Lin.

It was weird. Having this thing out in the open. Casual flirting all those years ago was one thing. Sleeping together was one thing. Having it public with stakes was another.

The fact that people had been clamoring for the two of you to get together for years wasn’t lost on you. The clenching in your stomach grew tighter. It was bound to happen. That’s what everyone told you. That’s what you convinced yourself.

You practically had worked yourself into a silent frenzy when there was a nudge at your side.

Lin, in all his stupid historical blouse glory.

“You’re thinking.” He squinted, “About me, hopefully? I know I haunt your every waking thought.” He grinned, nose scrunching and eyes crinkling.

Your eyes scanned him for a moment. The freckle that had developed on the dip of his nose with age. One that hadn’t been there in college. The light scar on his cheek, practically unnoticeable if you weren’t looking for it.

He told you of the high school theater mishap that caused it, giggling when he told you he hadn’t told the story to anyone. Not even his parents.

It was months of brushing off his dependence on you, years of rolling your eyes at the comments. It wasn’t until this moment that you realized you had been in love with him all along.

“Of course.” You sigh, allowing his arm to casually slink over your shoulder. He pulled you closer, you didn’t comment of the looks the entire company shot the two of you.

You didn’t even flinch. 

“This probably isn’t the time to talk about it.” You took not of his hushed tone and stepped ever-so closer. ”What do you think about London?”

“It’s nice.” You tested the word on your tongue, “Why?”

“There’s an offer for me. A big one. It wouldn’t be until I’m done with this,” He gestured around the theater, at the actors who were slowly getting back to work. Lin would have to join them in a moment.

“When?”

“Middle of next year? Have a month or so off. Move to London.”

Move. As in: Uproot and live there.

“I know it’s early. But I keep coming back to this contract and picturing myself there. It isn’t real unless you’re there with me.”

“Lin!” Called Alex, perched behind a piano with Leslie at his side. Lin nodded, starting to pull away.

“I’d have to look into some opportunities. See what foundations I can get involved in.”

“So you’ll think about it?” He was backing away, careful of stage hands perched in aisle ways.

“I can see it now: A true English breakfast in the morning, tea and biscuits in the evening, making sure underprivileged kids get funding while my man goes to work.”

Lin laughed at the picture, mostly because he had never been someone’s man before. Even with all the relationships he had hopped in and out of - he never felt like someone’s until that moment.

“I love you.”

You weren’t truly sure who said it. In all honestly, it felt like it was said a million times before. ‘I love yous’ hidden in coffee runs and desperately needed hugs of comfort and late night conversations.

You had loved him from the start, you confirmed, watching him stumble through rehearsal. He was half distracted with his eyes on you, always trying to make you giggle. He succeeded without fail.

You loved his stupid historical blouse and his Ja Rule growl. You especially loved the scar whose story only you knew.

You loved him and had no doubt in your mind that he loved you. If that meant moving to London for him, so be it. If that meant endless nights waiting up for him, so be it.

If that meant spending the rest of your lives together? Well, you could certainly work with that.

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How 10 minutes resulted in a $1,000 loss...

First-time poster, TL/DR at bottom as it’s a long post.

About 6 years back, I was on my way to my parents one night (who live in another state), and I stop at a bridal store in my state to order my bridesmaid’s dress.   I’m wearing a pair of old jeans, and I didn’t pack any others because my intent was to take my mother out shopping the next morning, and I was going to pick up a few pairs of jeans then.   Specifically I was going to go that chain store with another name for blue in the title, as they were having a sale on their jeans for $20.  

I’m getting dressed after my fitting, and because I’m an unbalanced idiot, I step on the right pants leg while trying pull the jeans up, and make what was a small rip into a big one.  A huge “from the top of the back right pocket to back of knee” rip.   Yeah, not embarrassing at all.   Thank goodness I was wearing decent underwear.

But wait…chain store has a location few doors down (this is one of those outside plaza kind of places), and I still have 15 minutes before they close.  

I hurry down (as much as my trying to keep my pants closed with one hand walk will let me) and reach the door.  Locked.   I try all the doors… all locked.  Look at the sign, it says they close at 9pm, but it’s 8:50.   Yeah, I know it sucks to get last minute customers, but I’m just gonna be in and out for a pair of jeans, and I’m happy to tell the workers that…if they come to the door.  But they won’t.  They just look at me.

I call the store (seriously don’t want to have to drive 3 hours in ripped jeans, and I know I’m going to have to stop for gas at one point, where I’m sure I’ll be positioned just right for the security camera to catch a view of my ass, and OMG could you please just open the door!!!) and the hours are definitely 9am - 9pm.  No sign saying they were closing early for a meeting or anything like that.  Nope, the workers just decided to close early.

Now I’m pissed off…it’s February, it’s cold, I gotta 3 hour drive, and I just wanted a pair of jeans.

Get to my parents house, my mother is like, only you, and loans me a pair of pants to wear for the next day.

Go out shopping the next morning, get to the chain store that’s near my parents’ home, and a thought occurs to me.  I remember I used to buy clothes at this outlet store which I was two hours away, but if I wanted to return or exchange it, I could go to a local store.   One day, I was making a return and the local store clerk was frustrated…she mentioned that she hated the outlet for always telling people they could return at a local store, because people would spend gobs of money, then realize they overspent, and would make their returns at the local store…so the outlet sales numbers looked great, but the local stores’ sales / return numbers would look bad because they were taking in all of these outlet clothes on returns.  

Ohhh, yeah!

I go into chain store location with my Mom, and confirm that yes, I could return chain store purchases at any location.  And yes, they would have to pay me back the sales tax that I paid, not the local sales tax (my parents’ state sales tax was a full 1.2% higher than local store’s sales tax - tee hee)!

The poor sales clerk just KNOWS I’m about to return something to her from another state.   Instead, I smile sweetly and hand her 51 pairs of jeans.   I took all different sizes so I wouldn’t completely wipe them out of a particular size, hey, it wasn’t their fault.   1 pair for me, and 50 pairs for later.   I assure her I will not be returning these to her store, and I thank her for her time.  If I’d had the money, I would have bought more, but I only had enough temporary spare money to cover the 50 pairs.

Get back to my local store in my state the next day.  Confirm again that they were supposed to be open until 9pm on that fateful evening, and that means they are supposed to let you in the store as long as you walk in by 9pm.  

Then I tell them I have a return.  Nope, no need to exchange, I just need my money back.  Here is my ID, my receipt, and my debit card.   Please process this almost $1100 in return, and I’m happy to wait.   Manager wants to know if there is a problem with the jeans, and I say nope, just wanted to inconvenience the store that decided it wanted to close early.  Oh you need to inspect all the jeans…no problem, take your time, I brought a book with me.  

So so so very petty, and because the jean sale had ended, and it was a Sunday, they weren’t as busy as they normally were…I know that I made an impact on their bottom line for that day.   Wish I could have bought and returned 500 pairs of jeans, but oh well.  I satisfied myself with that moment of pettiness.

TL/DR: Store closed early, so I returned a bunch of items to screw with their profit/loss for the day.

4

You guys. Heaven is a place on earth… And it’s called the Haunted Games Cafe in Fort Collins, Colorado. Wonderful snacks, atmosphere, selection, and staff. My shield-maiden and I stayed there for like, four hours drinking coffee, eating popcorn, and playing games from their expansive game library (which is of course free to use). Could not have been happier to spend an afternoon there, which was packed with people playing Magic, and Pathfinder, and just picking games off the wall just like we were. If I could I’d be there every day! If you’re in the area, go check it out!!!

anonymous asked:

Could you da a prompt that involves Nico painting his nais?? Please???

Anon 2: A prompt that includes trans-Nico being on his period and Will being suuuuuuuper sweet about it!!!!!!!!! like staying home to cuddle with him or rushing to by pads and chocolate in the middle of the night


Will gently dropped his load of bags from his two a.m. grocery store adventure. He quickly unloaded the chocolate and lemonade into their small fridge, stuffing the plastic bags in the corner for later. He set the most important box from his journey on the counter, where Nico would definitely see it when he got up to go to the bathroom next.

He opened the door to Nico’s room as quietly as he could, though it still creaked when he shut it behind him, alerting his boyfriend of his presence. Nico’s eyes peeled open slowly as he groaned, sitting up. He took in Will’s shoes and frowned, glancing up at Will’s face in confusion. “Did you seriously go to the grocery store at two in the morning?”

Will slipped his shoes off, pressing a hand to the hot water bottle on Nico’s hips to feel if it was still hot. He was going to need to refill it soon. Holding up his phone for Nico to see before plugging it into the charger he kept in Nico’s room for this reason, he responded, “I just saw your text. I had a six to nine class but we blew the experiment and had to redo it. I ran to the grocery store as fast as I could.”

Nico frowned again, scooting over to make room for Will to sit on the bed next to him. “I only texted you for cuddling. I didn’t text you about going to the grocery store.” Will kissed Nico’s forehead gently, reviling in the warmth of his skin. He made a mental note to give Nico something for his pain tomorrow morning, but for now he just sat back. Periods were never nice to Nico, riddling him with cramps that kept him from moving and sometimes even nausea that led to him spending hours in the bathroom. Ever since Will had become friends with Nico, he had been sure to spend as much time with him as possible while he was on his period to try and help make it more bearable.

“Hazel told me you were out of chocolate and lemonade and that you were running low on pads, so I went to CVS and got you some more, because I’m the world’s best boyfriend.” He grinned confidently, watching Nico slowly process everything. That was okay, it was two in the morning, after all. “Now, is there anything else I can get you? I don’t have class until two in the afternoon tomorrow and I know you don’t have any, so I don’t mind staying up.”

In truth, Will was exhausted from his lab and going to the drug store for Nico, but he would never say that. He would happily run to the store anytime Nico needed him too. Will watched his boyfriend turn sheepish as he sat up, glancing over Will’s shoulder at something that was sitting on his desk.

“Actually,” Nico began, running a hand through his hair. (It didn’t work very well, he had pulled it back into a ponytail and he was only serving to pull more strands out and fall in his face.) “Would you paint my nails? I feel super gross and they’re all chipped.”

It was one of the stranger requests Will had gotten from his boyfriend, but if painted nails were what Nico needed to make himself feel better, then Will was content to oblige his boyfriend. He was training to become a surgeon, after all, he could use the practice in steadying his hand. With a grin before turning away, he found the polish on the desk behind him, where Nico had been looking earlier. “What color?”


I wasn’t sure if I was going to get something out today, but I really liked these two prompts together

RFA+V+Saeran Reacts to MC’s Strange Music Tastes

AKA Mc has complete and utter shit taste in music and they must suffer along with her (*゜▽゜ノノ゛☆ (This is so silly I’m so sorry)


Zen

- While you were cleaning, you had decided to put on your favorite musical (sans Zen) and wash the dishes.

- I mean, there wasn’t a lot, but it gave you an excuse for being so slow with them

- Of course, as cheesy as the musical was, you found yourself singing along the best you could, despite the language barriers

- And of course, while you were attempting to belt out both lines to the duet, Zen decided to come home

- At first he was extremely confused. Was that English? Did you know English? Why didn’t you ever mention that! That was so impressive!

- But once he notices you have no idea he’s there, and you’re singing your heart out, he slowly steps up behind you, peering at the….weird musical on your laptop.

- “Babe, if you wanted to sing a duet, you could have told me.”

- You jumped, having water and suds splash back at you, as Zen chuckled and apologizes.

- “Ah, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you watching though?”

- With a very red (and soapy face) you explain your love of this musical’s soundtrack, even though it’s… Not on the great side.

- But the moment you admit its a favorite of yours, he’s talking about a movie night and that the two of you could probably watch it tonight.

- (God, Zen, Please no)

- Honestly, when the two of you did manage to watch it, he didn’t tease you too much for loving the songs due to how embarrassed you were

- I mean…He’s definitely sung worse.

Jumin

- After a long and annoying workday, he often found it comforting to see you and Elizabeth 3rd bonding.

- But coming home to a speaker system blaring god awful noise, and Elizabeth 3rd in your arms as you rocked your hips in time with the music, was not exactly what he found comforting.

- After taking a moment to find the stereo remote and quickly turning it down, he took a deep breath before speaking.

- “Mc. What are you doing to Elizabeth 3rd.” His voice was so monotone you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

- “I, uh, was just dancing with her to some music. She’s okay, see?”

- You turned to face him, showing how lazily Elizabeth 3rd was curled in your arms.

- It didn’t stop him from slowly taking her out of your grasp and holding her close.

- “That was music?”

- “Uhm….Yes…Electro kinda swing music.” Embarrassed already, you turned to go cut the stereo off completely, trying to avoid his gaze.

- Of course that didn’t stop his questions

- He went on and on. What was Electric Swing? Why did it sound like his phone was dropping a call with someone in an old records store? What was the weird slang?

- After spending around an hour showing him examples, why you were listening to it, explaining to him how he could use urban dictionary for most slang questions, he finally let the subject drop for a bit.

- “Do a lot of people listen to this type of music?”

- “Not really, I just have shit taste in music, honestly.”

- Catching on that you feel a bit embarrassed, he decided to clear his throat.

- “Well, I rather….Like it.” (He did not) “It’s….unique.”

- “Jumin, you don’t have to lie-”

- “No, no, teach me how to dance in tune with this. You were dancing with Elizabeth 3rd, and I will admit I was a bit jealous.”

- This dork. But… At least he was willing to at least pretend he liked it, and not tease you.

Seven

- So, Seven was busy working. Usually when he was in so deep into his work, you could literally say or do anything and he wouldn’t notice. And hey, you had listened to music before when he was like this. Why not listen to the one song that had been stuck in your head all day?

- You loaded up your playlist, took another look at him as you started up your music. When he didn’t react whatsoever, you popped up your internet browser and started to goof around offline, enjoying your music.

- You zoned out pretty quickly, not paying attention as it switched to a very perverse song, and Seven finally perking up from his own computer screen.”

- “….Mc, what are you listening to?”

- “Hm?” You refocused on the lyrics, recognizing one of your japanese songs playing. You cringed a bit, not realising the language change to hide from Seven, but, oh well. “It’s just a silly song.”

- “….A silly song about prostitutes?”

- You felt the color drain from your face. “You know what it was saying?”

- “You really think out of all the languages I’ve learned, japanese wouldn’t be on that list?” He smirked as you groaned and covered your face. “So, uh, were you in the mood? Were you wanting to try those things she was saying? Like makin-”

- “Don’tyoufuckingdare.”

- He busted out laughing, getting out of his computer chair to walk over and ruffle your hair. 

- “But I mean, seriously, are you in the mood because…”

- “…Okay, fine.”

Yoosung

- Okay, so Yoosung probably has the same amount of shit taste of music as you do. At least, that’s what you tell yourself as you finally bring over some of your games to play at his house.

- You told him you loved shooters, scary games, or just basically anything with a good story plot.

- But…You hadn’t told him about your love for a certain music game yet.

- Once you two were all settled in his room with gaming drinks and snacks, you let out a deep breath.

- “Yoosung….Please don’t judge me for this.”

- ???

- You turned on the game, a certain popular computer idol filling the screen in such a cute pose. You expected him to laugh at you, to wiggle around uncomfortably trying to figure out if you were a ‘real’ gamer or not.

- But he just let out a little chuckle.

- “Mc, why would I judge you for that? A lot of my friends play some of her games. They like her music, too! I guess that goes without saying…”

- You looked at him in shock. “What!?”

- “Yeah, I kinda wanted to play it too. Will you show me?”

- Oh my god, you loved this man.

Jaehee

- When you two closed the cafe down at night, you would start a playlist the two for you set up filled with your favorite chore songs and start cleaning. It helped speed things up, and helped the two of you have a few cute moments.

- She would hum along with some of Zen’s songs, or other songs from musicals. If you starting signing along, she would slowly join you, both of you giggling afterwards.

- It wasn’t often a song of yours popped up, mainly due to the fact you wanted to try and hear her sing as much as possible, but tonight one of your favorites popped on and you didn’t have the heart to skip it.

- So soon, as the slow music started playing, you steadily stopped sweeping, swaying side to side with the broom in your hand.

- Jaehee tried to hide her laugh as she watched, failing a bit. “Mc, what are you doing?”

- “I love this song soo much, it’s so relaxing.”

- She listened to the lyrics, some strange japanese tinted broken english, and was lucky she was able to understand it. Lingering affects of working with such a huge business, even though she hadn’t had to use english in a while.

- But you put your broom aside and held your arms out to her.

- “I know it’s silly, but dance with me, please? I’ve always wanted to dance with someone to this song.”

- Aaaaa, you were making her face so red.

- She walked over, letting you wrap your arms around her and sway to the music. Slowly she did the same, resting her head on yours and letting her shoulders drop a bit.

- Even though it was a strange song…. It was nice being able to do this with you, especially if it made you happy.

V

- Usually when he came home, he was used to you being somewhere in the living room, since it was connected to the front door. 

- I mean it’s not like he absolutely needed your help, but it was always sweet walking up and hearing you hop off the couch to hug him and subtly try to guide him where he needed to go

- Instead, he was greeted by some solemn sounding music coming from the bedroom. After a bit of of navigating, he made it in, the music nearly blasting.

- As the crescendo lowered, he spoke up a bit.

- “Mc?”

- “I’m laying on the bed.”

- He nodded, finding a spot where the bed didn’t dip too much and sat down, happy he managed to sit beside you but a safe distance.

- He listened to the music pick up again, a male voice sounding low and grief stricken. Due to being overseas and picking up some english, he recognized some words, but not all.

- “Mc, what is this?”

- “It’s like…A novel, but an album? Each song tells a continuous story, but it’s so… I don’t know. Sad, but good?”

- “Are you feeling okay?”

- “…A bit. I don’t know.”

-  He took off his glasses, placing them in his shirt pocket and carefully laying down. Once his hand found yours, he managed to pull you to him, encouraging you to snuggle up.

- “Do you want me to listen to this with you?”

- “…Yeah.”

- He didn’t understand the lyrics fully, or why you were wanting to listen to something sad, but he just kissed your forehead and let you zone out to the music.

- Later on, when he found out that album helped you become more creative, he was wanting you to explain and translate a bit of it for him on the off chance it would inspire him as well.

Saeran

- You were a bit ashamed of your music tastes around him, especially since he wasn’t afraid to tell you if something you liked was ridiculous or not (to him, at least), but he managed to find out anyway.

- You were just picking up a bit since the two of you still lived with Seven and the house was horrible, and you were humming along with your music blasting from your headphones. Since it was loud, and you were more focused on cleaning in time with the music, you didn’t notice Saeran had been trying to talk to you.

- Until he yanked out your earbud.

- You yelped, even though it didn’t hurt too much, and turned to scold at him, but he spoke before you could.

- “How many times do I have to tell you to let him clean up his own mess? He won’t learn otherwise,” He paused for a moment, hearing the music coming from the earbud in his hand. “What kind of emo shit is this?”

- You frowned, yanking the earbud back away from him. “Don’t try to act like you don’t listen to this kind of music!”

- “I did when I was younger, and now I’m an adult, Mc. Something you’re apparently not.”

- Ooooho! That jerk. You cut off your mp3, bringing out your phone instead.

- “Don’t try to hide it!”

- “I’m not hiding anything, Mc.”

- Your fingers typed away on your phone, searching for a song you knew he couldn’t argue against.

- “…What are you doing?”

- You smiled as you found good audio of the song, pressing play and turning the volume up. He looked confused, until a certain G note rang out, and he instantly looked furious.

- “Don’t you play that shit, cut it off. “

- “Nope~!”

- “Mc, I swear to fucking god-”

- The vocals started, and you sang along with them, causing him to start stomping out of the room. But, you followed him anyway, making him yell at you more.

- “I will ruin your phone if you keep this up!”

- “Apologize, then I’ll cut it off!”

- The only thing stopping your argument was Seven coming home, and him even laughing at your music choices.

- You just couldn’t win with either of them.

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Originally posted by dinsintegration

You had always heard stories of the thing that lived in the castle that overlooked the small village in which you lived, but you never believed in such nonsense. You knew people were easily excited and in a town as remote and cut off as this, rumors spread like wildfire. Things got twisted all the time.

Life was simple here, but you enjoyed it that way. You had your tasks and daily duties, but each day you would look up at the impending structure on the mountain and wonder about the people that lived there; you could make up all sorts of stories about them.

Never did you ever think you would meet the very man that lived alone by himself in the castle or that he would have a mysterious condition that would be apart of him forever. 

“Good morning, miss,” a kindly stranger said as he approached you working in the small bakery that your father owned. You had never seen him before, but the look in his eyes was so kind that you instantly felt at ease.

“How can I help you?” you said as you smiled your brightest. He returned the gesture. 

“I was looking for the blacksmith. Could you point me in the right direction?”

You nodded your head, happy to help the kind man. You pointed in the direction of the stall where the blacksmith was located. “You find him right here, Mr…..?” you asked to extend the courtesy of introduction. 

“Banner,” he said.

Such a distinguished name, you thought.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Banner. I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself.

He took your hand in his,bringing it to his lips slowly and kissed the top just above your knuckles. You inhaled deeply at the intimate gesture; never had anyone held your attention so.

“I’m afraid I get terribly lost,” he laughed.

You laughed along with him, enjoying the tone of his voice. “Are you from around here?” you asked, hoping that you would run into this stranger again.

“You could say that,” he said, “though I don’t venture down here too often. I live in the castle on the hill, alone.”

 You were completely intrigued. Of all the things you had imagined living up there, it was not the handsome gentleman in front of you. You could instantly tell he had a kind soul and you were completely drawn to him. 

“Would you tell me also the way to the bookstore? I am in despirate need of another many tomes to peruse,” he asked kindly.

Again you pointed in the direction of the store he was seeking. “You like to read?”

Banner nodded his head vigorously. “I have spent any an hour into the early  morning getting lost in a good book.”

It was if fate had brought you two together. You also loved to spend time in many a novel getting lost in the pages, traveling all over the globe by text. You wish he had the time to talk about the books for longer, but you knew he must be on his way. Men are always busy.

“I feel I am called to other things as of now. I shall take my leave of you Ms. Y/L/N.”

He made to leave the shop on his way to his destination, when he turned around and came back.

“I would very much like to see you again,” he said as he took your hand and kissed it again. You blushed, the rose color flooding your cheeks.

“I would very much like that.”

As he walked away you knew in your heart that something was going to happen between the two of you, but you had no idea just how involved it would get. 

Shopping

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You loved to shop. As stereotypical as it was, you were a huge shopaholic. You just couldn’t help it, every time you were in the shops you just had to have the newest pair of heels, or a cute pair of jeans that caught your eye.

Conor hated shopping with you. He would complain that you took too much time, and he hated how you made him carry all of the bags. You could spend hours in the mall, and he would rather be anywhere else.

You had somehow managed to drag Conor along to the mall with you. You strolled through the many stores, which you knew like the back of your hand, with Conor following like a lost puppy. He was getting pouty as you spent a prolonged amount of time in Sephora, trying to decide between two lipstick colors.

“Con, which one do you like better?” You asked, pointing to your multi colored lips.

“What does it matter? I ruin them in 2 seconds anyway,” he responded cheekily.

You rolled your eyes at the smirk on his face.

“That’s okay, the more smartass answers the longer we’re in here,” you responded back smugly.  

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “Fine, fine, the lighter one.”

You smirked to yourself and wiped your lips, finding the box of the one he liked and making your way to the registers.

A few stores, and many shopping bags later, Conor was getting tired and grouchy, much like a child. You had been at the mall a few hours, so you cut him some slack. This was longer than he had lasted with you at the mall in a while.

“Babe, can’t we go home yet?” Conor questioned, tugging on your wrist to slow your pace.

You slowed down, “I just have to go to one last store, than we can leave. I promise.”

He groaned, and continued to trudge behind you.

You led him into the last store, Victoria’s Secret. When he realized what store you had just dragged him into, his bored expression lit up like a light bulb. You laughed to yourself, knowing this store would get his attention.

“So, uh, you’re gonna try some stuff on, right?” Conor inquired.

“Oh, I wasn’t planning on it,” you teased, “Do you want me to?”

“Yes.” He replied quickly.

You laughed at him and started browsing the store. You picked up items you needed, and Conor picked up things he thought you would look good in.

“I can’t wait for you to try these on,” he spoke softly in your ear, the look on his face reminiscent of a kid in a candy store.

The pair of you managed to get into a dressing room together somehow, without being told off by one of the employees.

“Close your eyes. You’re not allowed to look until I’m done changing,” you told him.

Conor rolled his eyes and groaned in anticipation, “Hurry up!”

You made sure his eyes were closed before you changed into a black lace bodysuit that accentuated your curves and left little to the imagination.

“Y/N come on, this is torture.” Conor groaned yet again.

You decided to make him wait just a few more seconds before telling him that he could open his eyes.

His eyes burned into your body as they explored the new garment you were showing off. He gulped and shifted in the bench and you tried to read his expression.

“What do you think?” You asked, breaking the silence.

“I think we need to go home, right now.” He got up from the seat, “Here’s what we’re going to do,” he now had you pressed up against the wall, “I’m going to go buy this stuff and then we’re going to go back to the flat and I’m going to have my way with you until you can’t remember your own name.”

You gasped at his dirty words, which made you flush, but also turned you on immensely. You knew it was going to be a long night as Conor left lingering kisses on your neck before pulling away and allowing you to pull of the garment so he could go pay for your new lingerie items.

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