i got a usb

my college dorm packing list:

the school year’s winding down here, and I know a lot of you are about to start your first year of college. sometimes, this involves moving into a dorm, and there are so many dorm packing lists out there that tell you about so many “”necessities.”” this really easily gets overwhelming, so here’s the list of things that I have in my dorm right now that I really appreciate having!

bedding:

  • two sets of sheets - make sure they’re the right size for the bed (often dorm beds are twin xl). i got two sets which included a pillow case, fitted sheet, and regular sheet. sometimes, the ‘college’ sets have pockets on the sides of the fitted sheets which can be super useful, esp if you decide to loft your bed!
  • pillows - when I was buying dorm stuff, i had the designer dorm room in mind (which is the goal for a lot of people when shopping, but it’s not super easy to attain. just stick to what works for u!). this, for me, involved pillows. i have 2 normal pillows (either i sleep on both or i alternate them out so no one of them gets too flat), and a smaller, soft decor pillow (i use this mostly to block up the space between the bed and the wall so my other pillows don’t fall off when i use them as a backrest haha), and a fourth, white fluffy square pillow (this one just looked cute, but i ended up using it as a desk chair cushion bc my chair didn’t come with one, it’s been a lifesaver!!)
  • comforter (tbh it’s always so hot in my dorm room that i hardly use this, and mostly just stick to the sheets haha, but it’s definitely important in winter)
  • extra blankets - just a couple lighter ones i use when i just wanna curl up or when i don’t need something as heavy as a comforter
  • foam mattress pad - !!!!! cannot stress this one enough. it makes my bed so comfortable. my dorm bed is now nicer than my home bed. i 100% recommend getting one of these (and make sure its the thick sheet of foam, not those weird cloth ones that make you feel weird when you touch it haha)

desk:

  • desk chair cushion (mentioned above) - wait until you see your room for this one, your desk chair might already have a cushion. if it doesn’t, get something to use as one. your butt will thank you, and it’ll make it so much easier to study. (also some people i know wanted to get their own desk chair - the rolly cushy kind - so if that’s what you want, go for it!)
  • desk lamp! - if you’re like me, you’ll stay up hours later than your roommate, and you need to be able to see. the kind i got was actually given away free from my uni, but it has usb ports and 3 different levels of intensity for the light itself, so it’s really nice!
  • cups/pen holders - stay organized. i brought a mug for this and ended up getting a few free cups at giveaways, and vases from flowers and things like that that I use to hold the pens on my desk.
  • misc desk organizers - to keep your study space put together and to keep all your stuff in a decent place (it’s so easy to lose things, even in such a small space)

closet/clothes storage:

  • hangers - i just got a couple packages (about 24 total i think?) which ended up being the perfect amount for me
  • sweater organizer shelves thing - these are everywhere at stores for dorm shopping. it’s basically a stack of box shelves. they also have drawers you can get for them, but i don’t have any of those. i just stuff my sweaters/cardigans/sweatshirts/extra sheets in there, it’s nice and saves a lot of closet space!

shower/hygiene supplies:

  • towels - i got 4 towels, just so i don’t have to do laundry as often. it ended up being a good amount for me. also a lot of people i know have washcloths, which wasn’t something i thought about but is a good idea if you use them!
  • shower caddy - a necessity! i use one of the bag ones, instead of the plastic ones, and i’ve heard a lot of people with the hard plastic ones wishing they had the mesh bag type (but obvs u do u)
  • dry shampoo - super useful for when you didn’t get a chance to shower and want to at least try to look a bit more cleaned up
  • laundry detergent - pretty straightforward. also hamper/laundry bag/dryer sheets/whatever else you need to get ur clothes clean (also stock up on quarters if you have to pay per load)

misc:

  • hobby supplies - i do a lot of crocheting/brush lettering/reading, whatever your hobbies are, you’ll wanna do them, so keep stuff in your room for it
  • wall calendar/white board calendar - useful for planning and remembering important dates (also i use this to keep up w what my roomie has going on bc we don’t talk about that sorta thing a whole lot but it’s nice to know when she’ll be back/out of the room/whatever)
  • whiteboard - i have a bigger wall mounted one, but i use it for assignment/meeting reminders and also as a study tool for before exams. plus it’s fun to doodle on when i really don’t feel like doing anything  haha
  • string lights - sure, they’re a classic dorm cute thing, but they’re also useful when you want just enough light to see, but not enough to keep your roommate up or be distracting. i use mine all the time, plus it makes the room feel more warm and homey!
  • i also have a 10 foot long phone charger which is my heart and soul i love it sm it’s so useful bc i plug it in under my bed in the corner and not only reaches up to my bed, but also over to my desk. 10/10 would recommend.
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Mah Babies~💗

You Left Your USB Plugged into a Computer in the Lab AU

“No mom I can’t skype tonight I… have plans,” Davey pulled his jacket tighter around himself, regretting having forgotten his mittens at home. The winter wind was whipping around him and his mom had chosen the most inopportune time to call and check up on him on a Friday night.

“What’s that sound? Is that the wind? Are you actually outside? You really are going somewhere!” She sounded thrilled that Davey might finally have made a friend to do something with besides his roommate. Not that she didn’t love Crutchie, but he preferred to stay in, especially in the winter when it was tougher for him to get around on his fake leg that never quite fit into a good pair of winter boots. Davey didn’t have the heart to tell her that the only reason he had left the safety of their dorm was because his Wi-Fi wasn’t working and he needed to work on a research paper.

“I can call you back later when I get home-” Davey began but his mom interrupted quickly.

“No don’t! Stay out as late as you want! Get into trouble, get arrested, make memories!” She said her goodbyes and hung up, like she was trying to get off the phone before Davey changed his mind and went back to watching Food Network with Crutchie. Davey breathed a sigh of relief as he finally got to the computer lab, taking quick, short steps across the ice and bursting through the door, desperate to soak in the heat.

His fingers were still defrosting as he booted up one of the computers, blowing hot air on his red skin and trying to regain some feeling in them. He dug through his backpack until he found his USB and went to jam it into the computer, stopping short when he saw another already plugged in. His blood pressure immediately began to rise, thinking about what a disaster it would be if he would’ve been the one to leave electronic academic life behind and vowed to get a pull cord so that he could attach his USB to his belt loops.

Hoping to find some indication of who this belonged to, he opened the files saved on the drive. Davey was horrified by the organizational structure, or rather lack thereof. Most of the files were all jumbled together with names like “1.png” and “new.jpeg”. There were only two folders that served as the extent of this heathen’s organizational abilities. The first was labeled “college”, and Davey opened it to find a mess more horrifying than the last, every document labeled only by the course code and a letter or number to make them different from each other. He felt his forehead beginning to sweat and resisted the urge to start organizing the files and instead checked out the other folder. This one was labeled “Etsy Orders” and was the only place where there was some semblance of neatness. Each file was labeled with someone’s name and appeared to be a combination of a request, a payment invoice, and a piece of artwork. Davey started clicking through the art pieces and was immediately taken aback - this human disaster was this good of an artist? Good enough to sell pieces online?

He clicked into the most recent file, and opened the order request. There was a note about customization of piece addressed to Jack Kelly, who he assumed was the owner of this lost piece of hardware. The payment invoice in the same folder led him to Jack’s etsy store name, which he quickly located. It was surprisingly popular and offered hundreds of different prints available for sale, as well as a “Contact Me" section where customers could request custom pieces. Davey opened the link to send the artist an email and quickly wrote to him about finding his USB in the computer lab on campus, including his phone number so Jack could contact him about returning it.

Davey went back to his paper and tried to push the artist from his mind. Sure his pieces were beautiful, but lots of people could draw, and who knows if Jack had even drawn the pieces himself, he could’ve stolen them from the internet or…

His train of thought was interrupted by his phone ringing loudly in the silent computer lab because seriously what kind of loser would be working on homework in the lab at 9:00 PM on a Friday night. Davey tried to tell himself it could wait until he was finished with his homework, but then he thought it might be Jack responding about his USB and he should probably check.

Sure enough there was a new message from an unknown number.

“Hi Davey, this is Jack, the complete idiot who left his USB in the campus lab. You have no idea how much you saved my life finding me like this. Is there any chance you’re still in the lab? I could come grab it from you now so you don’t have to hang onto it. If not, I’m free all weekend if you wanted to let me buy you a cup of coffee to express my eternal gratitude.”

Davey felt heat rising in his cheeks. He told himself to calm down, he didn’t even know what this guy looked like, or anything about him really. It was much too soon to be thinking about a repeat coffee date or how Jack could hand-design their wedding invites…

He shook his head to clear away the thoughts of Jack’s apartment - a studio flat with walls papered with art prints, every available surface covered in paints and pencils. He started to reply that he would be in the lab for another hour or two, then changed his mind - it wouldn’t hurt to bend the truth just a little

“Hi Jack, I’m so glad I got into contact with you! Unfortunately I saw your USB just as I was leaving the lab, but I could meet you tomorrow to give it back, around 10? Let me know.’

Jack responded almost immediately: “Perfect! I’ll meet you then at Mugs!”

Davey smiled, his head buzzing with thoughts of chatting with Jack in the campus coffee shop the next morning. He tried to get back into the right mindset to do his homework, but the minutes kept slipping by while he made absolutely no progress. He decided his homework could wait until tomorrow, he was working ahead anyway and hopefully the Wi-Fi would be working by then, and if he left now hopefully he could catch the end of the Harry Potter movie Crutchie had started before he left

The next morning Davey arrived at the coffee shop half an hour early. He had been up for hours, trying on outfit after outfit until the couch was completely covered in rejects and Crutchie had thrown his pillow at him, sleepily groaning at him to “just pick something and shut the lights off already!” His hair had taken even longer, mussing it up to make it look like he’d just rolled out of bed, then carefully combing it back, then starting over again as he once again changed his mind. Finally he’d given up, deciding that he needed to leave super early because, even though it was only a five minute walk to the campus coffee shop, there could be a line for a table or a sinkhole in the sidewalk or something. It had made sense until he was sitting alone in the nearly-empty lounge area, checking every thirty seconds to make sure he hadn’t forgotten Jack’s USB. As it got closer and closer to 10:00 Davey started to panic that Jack was going to stand him up. And he didn’t even know what Jack looked like! How was he supposed to find him when the morning rush was just starting to roll in…

A hand softly touching his shoulder disrupted him from his thoughts, making him jump a little. “Sorry! Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you! I’m Jack, are you Davey?”

Davey was so lost staring at the beautiful stranger in front of him that he almost forgot to respond, his mouth going dry as his eyes trailed down from Jack’s dark eyes rimmed with long lashes, to his cheeks and strong jawline, still pink from the cold, and down his arm that looked muscled even through his thick sweater to his hand still resting on his shoulder, the fingers a little stained with paint.

“Y-yes! I’m Davey. Hi!” Davey said stupidly, regretting it immediately, but Jack smiled which made Davey’s heart feel like it was growing to a bursting point.

“Hi, it’s great to meet you. I’m not kidding when I say that I owe you my life. Can I grab you a drink?”

“Sure,” Davey said, starting to get up.

“Please let me, I want to feel like I’m doing something to make this up to you. What’s your poison?”

“Peppermint Mocha, please.” Jack grinned, giving Davey a thumbs up before turning to get in line, his cheeks going a little red like he wished he wouldn’t have done that, but Davey thought it was adorable. Then again, Jack probably could’ve spilled an entire pot of coffee on Davey’s head and he still would’ve found it endearing.

Davey gave himself an internal pep talk, telling himself to calm the fuck down before Jack came back, because they were about to add hot liquid to this equation and he always got clumsy when he was nervous.

Jack returned with two steaming cups of coffee, very carefully setting them down before taking a seat across from Davey. “You really have no idea how much I owe you for this. I could buy all your coffee for the rest of your life and still be indebted to you.”

Davey laughed, taking a sip of his drink and trying not to react when it burned his tongue. “Well I looked through it a little when I found it, trying to figure out who it belonged to. The art pieces on there were incredible, I almost kept it.”

Jack blushed, ducking his head behind his mug. “It’s just a hobby, but people seem to like them, so I try to sell prints for a little extra money, a guy has to put himself through college after all.”

“Well I’m going to have to place a few orders,” Davey said, stirring his drink and waiting for it to cool off a little.

“Oh please, you can have any prints you want for free, I would’ve lost all of them if it wasn’t for you.”

“I’m sure someone would’ve returned it to you. Which reminds me, how did you know it was me when you came in?”

Jack’s face got redder as he mumbled “I might’ve looked you up on Facebook.” Davey laughed, wishing he’d had the same thought.

The two of them stayed for more than an hour, chatting about their classes and plans for Christmas break and how they couldn’t believe it was almost the end of the semester already. Eventually the coffee shop started to get crowded with students looking for a quiet place to study.

“We should probably forfeit our table,” Davey remarked, looking around at the line of people out the door eyeing up their empty mugs.

“Oh… yeah you’re probably right. Time really flies when you’re having fun!” Jack sounded a little disappointed as he grabbed their mugs and took them back to the counter, waiting for Davey to put on his jacket and following him out the door.

“Can’t forget this!” Davey handed Jack his flash drive and Jack looked horrified.

“Oh my god! I almost forgot it again!” Jack hit the heel of his hand against his forehead and took the USB. “I guess talking to a cute boy will do that to you.”
“A cute… um, a what?” Davey stammered, shifting his weight from foot to foot and trying to keep his head on straight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, did I totally read this wrong? I just thought that you were… never mind!” Jack started to walk away but Davey caught his elbow.

“No wait! I am! I mean I’m gay, or interested, or whatever. Interested in you!” Davey’s mouth fell open when he realized what he’d said, and how idiotic he sounded. His mind was racing trying to come up with some way to save this when Jack leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

“It was great meeting you, and thank you again for this!” Jack smiled, waving the flash drive a little before turning to walk away. “Call me sometime,” he called over his shoulder.

Davey was floating his whole walk home. He stopped at a picnic table outside his dorm, wanting to enjoy reminiscing alone before he went upstairs to be grilled by Crutchie. He tugged his phone out of his pocket, briefly wondering if it was too soon to be texting Jack already, but decided he didn’t care.

“Hey, about what you said about buying all my coffee for the rest of my life…”

Jack’s reply came a minute later: “Let’s start tomorrow :)”

19| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 4042

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The rain thrashed down on the both of you. Your mind, it seemed, didn’t want to think about what you were doing. All you knew was that your heart was hammering, and that if you stayed out here much longer you’d get frostbite. You hurried through the downpour to the car door, which he pushed open. It was then that you hesitated, looking over the top of the car at the waving trees. Was this a smart thing to do? Get in Park Jimin’s car for the whole forty minute journey back to Amour? However you could already feel the warm air blasting from the heaters. Thunder growled overhead and you quickly made a decision.

You slid into the black leather seat, shutting the door with a very audible clunk. The rain was muffled. The two of you were alone together. This had been a bad idea. Why hadn’t he just ignored you as usual? He cleared his throat and began pulling out of the bus stop. Was he realizing it as well? Was he thinking he should have just driven on?

You glanced at him. His hands were a little tight on the steering wheel, eyes concentrated on the road. He was dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck sweater.

“Thank you.” You said quietly.

“It’s no inconvenience.” His voice was smooth, but his eyes stayed the same, focusing only at the road ahead.

You resigned yourself to a long, silent car journey back. You shivered and folded your arms close to your chest, trying to conserve some of the heat your wet clothes were stealing from you. Your teeth chattered, and you ground them together, trying to focus on the shops the two of you were shooting past.

Jimin seemed to have his walls up. If you put your up too then maybe you could get through this.

You shivered again, gritting your teeth harder.

He was honorable, he wouldn’t leave you standing out in the rain, but that was all. It was just like in the dining hall. He didn’t want anything to do with you. What he did, he did because he had no choice.

You tried to make your breathing quieter, but it shook with cold as you tried to breathe in.

Jimin stopped at a set of traffic lights. You heard a seatbelt unclip. He was pulling off his sweater, revealing a fitted black t-shirt underneath. He held the sweater out to you.

You stared at it. “I’m fine.”

He raised his eyebrows, finally looking at you. “You’re frozen, (Name).”

You tentatively took the sweater. It was already warm. You gulped hard and peeled off Dawon’s sodden jacket. Your skin was goosebumped all over. Quickly, you pulled his sweater on and Jimin’s scent surrounded you.

“Thank you.” You said, not able to resist huddling into it. Your hands hid within the long sleeves, revelling in the warmth.

Jimin glanced at you. His eyes flashed in surprise, and he quickly looked away again. “You should take better care of yourself.” He murmured, speeding up as you the traffic lights turned green.

Holding on to what little defiance you seemed to have left, you replied. “I do.”

He glanced at you. A concerned, and sceptical, look. “If I hadn’t picked you up then you would’ve stood out there in the freezing cold until the bus came?”

“Of course.” You said indignantly. “I don’t have a hundred thousand Won for a Porsche at my disposal.”

“And if I hadn’t found out about Minjee, you would’ve kept silent about it?”

“I had it under control.”

“And you would have kept dancing with a concussion if I hadn’t worked it out?”

“I – ”

“And if I hadn’t seen the pain on your face, you would have kept dancing with – ”

You suddenly snapped. “I would’ve kept thinking that pas de deux was the worst, not the most beautiful part of ballet!” You locked you lips together. Shit. You were a stupid, stupid girl.

Jimin was quiet, emotions playing on his face which you couldn’t understand. Pain, irritation, weariness, but they all faded quickly, and his face turned smooth and passive. He’d shut himself off again. Only his eyes gave away that he was thinking something. But they did not tell you what.

All there was to be heard was the gentle hum of the heaters and the muffled rain on the windscreen. It was unbearable. There was so much you wanted to talk about, but Jimin wanted silence.

Silence was easier.

A ringtone began playing and Jimin pulled the newest iPhone out of his pocket. “Hello?” His voice was smooth, as if he wasn’t sitting in the most tensioned car in the world. “Yeah, where? Right, see you in ten, bye.” He slid the phone back in his pocket and kept driving. “Taeyeon’s stuck in Jung-gu.” He said, staring uninterestedly at the road. “We’re going to have to pick her up.”

“Right.”

You stared out the window. Taeyeon. Any chance of talking to Jimin was now entirely crushed, although you should’ve known that they were crushed long before you even got in the car.

Soon you were entering Jung-gu and Jimin pulled up outside a cafe. It was much flashier than the one you’d been in. The Dance Emporium was across the road. It’s warm lighting and flaking paint was looking very appealing right now.

Inside the car, he’d taken his phone out again, and was glaring at the screen. “Taeyeon’s decided she wants me to have coffee with her.” He sighed and looked at you tiredly,

“You can come if you want.” Then he got out, slamming the door.

The car now was truly silent. Oh for the love of God. You took your seatbelt off and opened the door. The rain was falling heavily. You couldn’t stay in here, you had to try and repair the damage you’d just done.

You got out, hurrying under the awning of the cafe and into the cafe. Jimin stood at the counter. You stood beside him, careful not to brush him. He didn’t look exactly happy.

“Caramel macchiato, please.” You said to the waitress. You grabbed your wallet out of your pocket, but Jimin was already handing her a shiny silver credit card. “I can pay myself.” You muttered to him as the waitress pressed some buttons on the till.

“My treat.”

Treat. Yeah right…

“Jiminnie!” Taeyeon’s call came from a table by the window. She was dressed in jeans, high heeled boots and a gold tight-fitting top, with sleeves which wound down to her knuckles. Her hair was done up in a bun, as usual. She seemed like the height of elegance, but then you saw who sat opposite her.

Shinn Taeil.

The name everyone knew.

She had straight, silvery blonde hair which was plaited into a high, regal bun. She wore a silver off-the-shoulder top which hung from her arms with just a few delicate threads at her elbows and wrists. But it wasn’t her clothes. It was her posture. It was like she was born to play Aurora and she knew it. She presided over the entire coffee shop, her shoulders pushed back, her chin high, and her thin, impossibly long legs crossed over.

Taeyeon had finally noticed you and she gave a death glare. “What the hell is she doing here?” She demanded as Jimin and you reached them.

“Taeyeon.” Chastised Shinn Taeil. She stood up, gracefully rising, and offered you a slender, delicate hand. “Forgive my sister. I’m Shinn Taeil.”

“(Surname) (Name).” You said, shaking it.

“Hmm, yes I’ve heard about you.” She gave you a glossy smile at bemusement, then turned to Jimin.

“Ah, Jimin!” Though she was tall, she only came up to his chin. She went up on her tiptoes and kissed him on each cheek. “It’s been too long!”

Jimin gave her a slight smile, then sat down next to Taeyeon, leaving you to sit next to the future principal dancer of the US Ballet. In your current state, you didn’t count yourself to make the best impression.

“I thought your car broke down?” Jimin asked Taeyeon.

She shrugged, giving him a smile which didn’t quite equate to her sister’s. “Taeil gave me a lift here, but she’s got a flight from Incheon and so I needed a lift back.” Jimin didn’t look happy, and so Taeyeon changed her battle plan. “Anyway! Taeil’s got some very exciting news for us. I thought you’d want to hear it from her, Chim.”

Taeil gave a high, tinkling laugh. “It is rather exciting, I must admit. Do you remember Alexei Lebedev?”

“The soloist?”

She nodded. “He had to move back to Russia on short notice.” She giggled, holding manicured fingers to her lips. “Something about getting his old girlfriend pregnant. Anyway, the US Ballet needs two danseurs in the Nutcracker, and I might just have suggested to Frank that he should choose you two. He wants to audition you.”

“When?” Asked Jimin. His voice was cool, but you saw the slight excitement. He exchanged a glance with Taeyeon, who smiled dazzlingly at him.

“Tomorrow.” Taeil answered. “In Los Angeles.”

He frowned. “That’s a ten hour flight.”

If Taeyeon’s smile was dazzling, Taeil’s was like a solar flare. “Don’t worry, I’ve booked you guys a flight 3.30 p.m from Incheon today. You’ll get to L.A. 9.30 a.m. That gives you time to freshen up and maybe rehearse once or twice before you see him at 3.00 pm next day.”

A waiter delivered you your coffees, but your mind was spinning too fast to register.

Oh no, that could only mean one thing.

“We’ll miss the review.” He said it more like an observation than a problem.

Taeil shrugged. “I remember Amour reviews. The two I went to before I got into the USB. They’re not that great.”

“Yeah.” Taeyeon nodded. “There’s some pretty crap dancing in there.” Her eyes suddenly flicked to you. Mocking, teasing. Something nudged at the side of your thoughts.

“We’re up against Jinho and Hyejin, Taeyeon.” Jimin spoke up, stirring his coffee. “You’ve been going on about it for months.”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes. “I haven’t, besides, we know that everyone wants to see Jin and Dawon do it. It would have way more comic value.”

Taeil gave a high, tinkling laugh. “Father versus son would be more interesting.”

You looked at Jimin, trying to hide your expression behind your coffee cup. He still looked uncertain, maybe there was hope. “Isn’t there another day we could do this on?”

Taeil shook her head. “It was the only time Frank had available, besides, Jimin, school life is so slow in comparison to a real dance company. We don’t have time to gradually ease you guys in. If you get it – and you will – you’ll be into rehearsals straight away. We go on tour in two weeks. We can’t afford to waste any time.”

“Don’t they have anyone in the Corps who could move up?”

Taeyeon patted his arm. “Jimin, you know that you’re better than any of them.”

He shook his head. “That’s not the question, Taeyeon; why isn’t Frank Rebrevae putting up someone from the Corps? Someone who’s already in the company.”

She tried to appeal again. “Jimin – ”

“This is the one hundredth anniversary of the Nutcracker.” Taeil butted in. “People want to see stars like the Shinn sisters and Park Jimin. They don’t want to see some unpolished corps members so damned excited about their promotion that they wet their tights before going on.”

Jimin looked away distastefully at her words. “I suppose I get your point. I don’t like it, though.”

Taeyeon grabbed his hand. “Jimin this is a chance to get in early. If we do this, we’ll skip the open auditions and we’ll skip the years of being in the corps. We’ll go straight to soloists!” She grabbed his other hand as well, looking earnestly at him. “Do you seriously want to be in the corps? To do exactly what everyone else does? To be restricted, there’s no room to add your own flair in a corps. You won’t be able to dance like you do here.”

Taeil nodded along. “True fact, Jimin. I’ve been through it. It’s no fun.”

For a moment, you stepped out of the conversation. You looked at the bigger picture. You saw two girls coaxing Jimin into doing something, using all his weaknesses. Gently turning him in the direction they wanted him to go in, but why? Why were they so desperate? Maybe it was just for Taeyeon, but you sensed it was something else.

“And what about the review?” Jimin was back to his – and yours – key concern, though for different reasons. “We’re in two of the dances, Taeyeon; maybe we can let Dawon and Jin use one of their old pas de deuxs, but we can’t just leave our class. We’ll screw up all the choreography.”

You were distracted for second, almost snorting into your coffee.

“They’ll live, Jimin.” Taeil spoke up. “It’s a school review – it’s not like they’re auditioning for one of the world’s top ballet companies, is it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “This just shows me as an unreliable jerk, Taeil. Not a reputation I want to have.” He took another sip of his coffee.

Taeyeon glanced anxiously at Taeil, who replied with a meaningful widening of the eyes.

Taeyeon stood up. “Sorry, gotta go to the ladies. I’ll be back in a sec.”

As soon as she left, Taeil sighed and reached into the silver Gucci handbag at her feet. She brought out a thick envelope and slid it across the table to him. “That’s the plane tickets, the location details and the letter from Frank.” She leaned in lowering her tone. It was as if you didn’t exist.

“Jimin, please, do this for my sister. You’ve been with her since she came to Amour. This has been your goal and hers since you found each other. I know she’s not as.” She looked down at her hands. “As capable as me and Tiffany, but she’s still good, and you know it. Take this chance – you don’t know if it’ll come again for a very long time. I get that you’re all for equal opportunity, but this is something you deserve. God knows you guys work your asses off.” She shook her head. “Just do this – for my sister and for yourself.”

Jimin stared at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. Maybe he saw that something wasn’t quite right. That they were too desperate, but then he slowly nodded. “Fine, Taeil, but it won’t be for you. It will be for Taeyeon’s prospects alone. I know you only care about your family’s reputation – don’t spring that sisterly love crap on me.”

She gave him a curt nod in return and they both leaned back.

Taeyeon returned shortly afterward.

“Jimin’s agreed.” Taeil told her, giving a smile which reminded you too much of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.

“We better get going.” Jimin suddenly said, while standing up. “It was good to see you, Taeil.”

Taeil smiled again. “You too.” Taeyeon got her bag and we began to head for the door. “Oh, and Jimin!"The two of you turned back around. "Don’t worry about the review.” She glanced at you for a split second. “You won’t be missing anything.”

Jimin returned it with a raised eyebrow, and pushed the door open.

What was she up to?

It was as you walked out into the rain that your memory was violently yanked back to two nights ago. The studio. Rehearsing with Madame Choi. Taeyeon. Taeyeon’s face at the door, coming in. Madame Choi telling her. Telling her about your solo…

That little…

Jimin was helping her into the front seat. You quickly got into the back, strapping on your seatbelt. So that was why the artistic director, Frank Rebrevae, could only do it tomorrow. That was why Taeil was posing it as a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’.

Taeyeon didn’t want Jimin to see you dance.

It was as if, she knew. Or at least, she thought, like you, that Jimin had some connection to you. It was as if Jimin saw you, he might leave her.

'Jimin broke all his rules when he danced with you. You can imagine how Taeyeon might’ve been a little concerned.’

Dawon’s words. Well apparently Taeyeon was concerned and she was going to drag Jimin away.

“Do you think we should wear the same costumes?” She was saying right now in the front. “I was thinking something less glitzy, seeing as it’s not a performance.”

Oh no, they couldn’t do this…It wasn’t fair…

Perhaps because Taeyeon seemed to believe it as well, your resolve about Jimin was stronger than ever. That he had felt that connection, and your dance which you’d worked so hard on could really show him, but that didn’t help if he wasn’t going to be there.

You had to tell him, but if you told him then he would guess how you felt and if you were wrong about how he felt. Then you would be the world’s biggest idiot. You’d be a laughing stock and realistically, you probably were wrong, but if you didn’t tell him then you had no chance…

Your mind kept going round in circles the entire drive back. Taeyeon chattered easily in the front. Jimin said only a little, he just nodded from time to time, though not necessarily when Taeyeon had actually asked him something. His thoughts were elsewhere. You looked at his expression in the rear-view mirror. It was dark. Brooding. Dangerous.

When you finally drove through the gates – they opened automatically for him – You were on tenterhooks. Your thoughts had gotten you some where. You had to tell him. Tell him that the review was important to Dawon and the others. That they’d be disappointed. Oh, but it was so damned obvious, he would see right through it.

“Just drop us here, Chim.” Taeyeon said as you pulled up at the front door. “I don’t want to get my clothes wet.”

“Sure.” He murmured, putting it into idle.

Taeyeon got out, hurriedly grabbing her handbag and slamming the door.

You didn’t budge.

“Don’t you want to get out?” Jimin muttered, staring straight ahead.

“No.” You told him. “I need a walk.” Oh, you were going to make an idiot out of youself.

Jimin drove back down the driveway, but then took a concealed right just before the gates. It was a small cobbled road which led through the trees to the car park. Jiwoo had pointed it out to you on our tour.

“Thanks for the coffee.” You said as Jimin manoeuvred into a spot.

“You’re welcome.” He switched off the engine.

You quickly got out, hugging your bag to your chest, as if it would protect you.

By the time you’d shut the door, you realized Jimin was already walking away, back down the drive.

“Jimin!” You called out. Your nerves made you giddy. You ran to catch up with him, though he kept walking, his hands in his pockets. You got on level with him, two of your strides matching his.

“What, (Name)?” He said harshly, not looking at you.

You stopped midstep. The words that were meant to come out – the ones about his friends, about the review – didn’t. Instead, you found other words pouring from your mouth. “Why can’t you talk to my nicely for once? Why have we never had a decent conversation? Why can’t we talk to each other without storming out? Why don’t you ever look at me and Eungkwan in class? And in the dining hall?”

You hardly noticed you were shouting. “What the hell have I done to repulse you so much? Was I that bad a dancer? Why can’t you just talk to me? Without chastising me or telling me I’m inexperienced? I’m your freaking age! You have no right to treat me like I know nothing! I’ve seen just as much of life as you! It’s not all freaking pirouettes and auditions! Even if I can’t dance like you, I’m still just as intelligent! Why can’t we just.” You suddenly felt very tired. Sick of all of it. “Just talk.”

Jimin stared at you calmly. Too calmly, he just watched you as your breathing levelled out, and your balled fists loosened a little. He looked at you and you knew it was over. “This is about what you said earlier, isn’t it? About me dancing with you in class the other week?”

Your heart turned to stone. You nodded, feeling more of a child than ever before.

He took a deep breath, clasping his hands behind him. “I can see why it’s upset you like this. I know you know I don’t demonstrate, and I can see why that would give you reason for thinking something out of the ordinary, but it wasn’t. I knew you had lost any confidence in pas de deux after what Kihyun did. I’m your teacher, (Name), it’s my job to make sure you have confidence and skill in partnering. I was only repairing the damage that Kihyun had done. I had to show you what it could be like, and, judging by your words earlier, it worked. A little too well.”

The wind swirled your hair around your face. Every pain you had felt in your  life was nothing compared to what you felt now. Nothing. Because now every single thought that you had had since that dance had to be remade. Because Jimin hadn’t felt anything. Because now you saw clearly; he was just your teacher. Everything he had done – reprimanding Minjee, helping you trust Kihyun, even now, rescuing you from the rain – it had all been because he was your teacher.

“Why did you stop coming to classes?” You asked him quietly.

His face was blank. “Several reasons. One I already told you the other day when you had your concussion – I danced with you as I would have with Taeyeon, simply because you seemed as mature and I was used to partnering like that. It reminded me why I didn’t demonstrate – I’ve never been quick to lower standards, and dancing with people with little experience is frustrating, but at the same time, I know that teachers have to demonstrate in some way. Mistress Hyejin was always picking on some unlucky boy to demonstrate with her.” He said with a slight smile. “I’m not cut out for teaching, (Name) – not really.” You swallowed, trying keep in control of your raging, despairing, weeping emotions.

He continued. “Then there was also all those people who suggested. Other things about the two of us.” Your mind flashed back to the next morning, when those girls had asked you if Jimin and you were an item. “I’m in the eye of a lot of dance companies at the moment, (Name) – the US Ballet’s not my only option. It’s not that great to have rumours flying around about this sort of thing. I figured that staying away was the best course of action.”

You looked away, down at the stones and wet leaves. “But it wasn’t.” You whispered.

“No, it wasn’t, and I will always regret what happened to Jiwoo and to you, (Name).” You ignored his words, the pain in was just too much. A few minutes ago, they would have given you an outrageous thrill. They didn’t now.

“It was stupid of me to stay away, but I didn’t like what had happened.” He shook his head as if to clear it. “It doesn’t matter, (Name) You just need to know, before I go away to Los Angeles tomorrow, that the dance meant nothing.”

He began walking again.

You didn’t follow.

You stood in the wind and the rain, all your strings broken.

You didn’t need some stupid solo. You didn’t need him to be here tomorrow. It didn’t matter…

Your dance, it meant nothing.

Be Careful  (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader) Pt 2

Characters: Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Injury, pain, recovery

FLUFF

Request: Be Careful (Tony X Daughter!Reader, Peter X Fem!Reader) Pt 2


Originally posted by pot8to-chan

You woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping beside you. A hand was around yours, keeping it warm as it stroked your skin. You tried to move, a sharp pain going through your tummy, making you whimper. The hand stopped moving when you did.

“Y/N?” You heard, and identified it as Peter, your boyfriend. You forced your eyes opened, and looked around till you saw Peter looking at you with hope in his eyes. A smile cracked on his face when he saw you awake. “Hey, relax OK?” He told you.

“What happened?” You asked him. He sighed.

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just like make art with what youve got imo, what i had was an cheap & aging usb midi keyboard and a copy of garageband on my 7 y/o macbook, i still use both of those things lol its fine… like dont be intimidated by not having amazing equipment or whatever, you can make good art using pretty much whatever you have

I’ll Be Fine

Originally posted by wintersthighs

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, Natasha, Steve, and Clint with Reader on a mission

Warnings: Violence, blood, Bucky crying (that’s not even a warning lbr), clingy Bucky

Summary: Y/N has to go on a very dangerous mission and Bucky is worried. He cries when she leaves as HYDRA is connected to her mission (Based off of this request :D)

Word Count: 1900  

You leaned against your bedroom door, looking at Bucky as he peacefully laid on the bed, sleeping. His light snores were a sign of his deep sleep which he had been deprived of for the past couple of days. His nightmares had worsened and his only source escape was your bed. He could never sleep alone, not without you. You crawled up beside him and softly sliding your hand up to his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. He took a deep breath and snaked his hand around your waist, telling you he had woken up.

“Good afternoon, Soldier,” you say, kissing him on the cheek, “Sleep well?”

“Always with you.” he replies groggily, you straddle him and begin to leave trails of kisses upon his neck, “Doll, it’s a bit too early for this, don’t you think?”

“Early?” you laugh, “It’s 2:30 in the afternoon… and I’m leaving soon.”

“Mission?”

“Yes…”

“Is there something else?” he stands up, walking himself to the toilet to brush his teeth. He quickly stretches and you see his shoulders tense. You roll off the bed, fiddling with your fingers, nervously,

“Um… well, yes…”

“Well, what is it, doll?”

“Buck, look, I just don’t want you to be worried, okay?”

“Y/N, just tell me.”

“I just-” you sighed, walking up behind him and embracing him, “HYDRA’s involved.” he let his head hang low as his hands gripped the sink tightly,

“Y/N no, you can’t go.”

“Buck-”

“No, this is what they want,” he turns to you, his breathing becoming heavy with worry, “They know- they know that you’re connected to me.”

“I’ll be fine, Bucky, you know that, you know I can fight for myself.”

“It’s not about fighting for yourself!” he wipes his face and pulls you away from him, walking back into your shared bedroom, “It’s a trap! They know that Steve would take you.”

“It’s not just me, Clint and Natasha are gonna have my back, okay?” you saw the tears streaming down his face, “Bucky…” You tip toe to kiss the tears away,

“Y/N,” you see Steve at the door, looking concerned, “It’s time to suit up.” You nodded and Steve leaves with Nat following beside him.

“I have to go, I’ll be home soon, okay?” you place a chaste kiss upon his lips, tapping his chest, he nods. As you’re walking away, you feel his cold metal hand capture your wrist,

“Please, d-don’t go,” he sniffles, pulling you back into his arms, “I won’t be able to live if you don’t come back.”

“Don’t I always come back, Buck?” you ask in a matter-of-factly tone, “I’ll always come back for you, you’re the only thing keeping me alive.”

“Please be careful, printcesa.” he kisses you one last time before letting you walk away.


As hard as it was to leave him behind, it was time for you to go. You readied your suit, your belt, and your weapons.

“Ready, Captain.” you said,

“He’ll be fine, Y/N.” he gave you your earpiece and patting your back,

“I know, he’s worried about me and this mission with HYDRA.”

You walked to the jet, confidently. You knew you could do this, you’ve done it before, many times actually but as you walked off, you saw Bucky. His eyes were filled with worry and sadness but more than that, they were still overflowing with tears. It was hard for you to walk away from him, you’d never seen him get like this with you before. It was so hard to leave him behind when all he wanted was to keep you safe but this was your job, you needed to do this. You mouthed a quick ‘bye’ to him and blew him a kiss. Your heart ached but you weren’t going to let that interfere with your mission.

The jet steadied above a rooftop. You, Steve, and Natasha, quickly jumped off, rolling on your backs when you all landed. Giving Clint a thumbs up, he flew off to fight against the flight weapons.

“You alright, Clint?” you ask through your earpiece,

“Yeah, Y/N, I got these suckers,” he laughs as you hear the noise of the weaponry on the jet, “Gotta go.”

As soon as you landed on the second building, HYDRA Agents were already after your ass. You grab the hand guns from your belt and begin to shoot at the agents. Successfully, you’d taken out five of the seven agents on your trail, but the last two you had to take out by fists. One of them had your head locked but that didn’t stop you. You lifted yourself up and kicked the agent away from you, giving him a bloody nose, as soon as you landed, you used your strength to grab the agent behind you, elevate his body and slam him forward onto the hard rock ground, knocking them both unconscious. You begin to run again but your target was across another building. You take out a smaller gun and shoot the zipline to capture the other side of the building.

“I’m going in, Cap.” you warn, swinging yourself across and breaking through a window, feet first,

“Be careful.”

“I just took out seven agents, I got this, dude.” As soon as you get in, you shoot the two agents before they could shoot you, “These guys are huge.”

You walk around to investigate before you feel something block your breathing and all black was the only thing you could see.


You woke up on cold concrete, hands tied up but luckily, you kept a knife in your boot. You barely reach for the knife on the side of your boot and you cut the rope from your hands, throwing it behind you. You feel around and notice that your belt was gone.  The place was surrounded by darkness except for one window which provided little to almost no light.


“Agent 20, you’re awake.” The deep voice was unrecognisable but it was wrapped with a thick southern european accent. Quickly, you put your hands behind your back.

“Aren’t you just glad?” he lets out chuckle,

“I will be if you tell me how to get to the Winter Soldier.”

“If you were smart enough, you would already know how,” he gets up in your face and smiles. You smile back, smartly before he suddenly, backhands you to the floor, “Christ!” you groan, moving your jaw, chuckling, “Your hands are strong, not strong enough for me to like it though.”

“Tell me where he is!” he yells, holding a knife and slicing through your uniform, to your skin, you let out a hiss,

“Look, I would but-” you kick him away, wrap your arms around his neck and slam his face down to the cold concrete, stabbing him through his shoulder, “I don’t think he’d really appreciate it.”

You make your way out of the small space, jumping over the man’s body. You quickly take the red book and the USB and run out.

“Cap?” you try finding a signal but none so far, you keep running up, until you reach the rooftop,

“Y/N? Y/N!” you hear through your earpiece,

“Clint?”

“You’ve been gone for almost three days! Where the hell have you been!?”

“Well, I was in a bit of a pickle with the big dude,” you laugh, “he kinda drugged me.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N!”

“You better get to me, I’m on the roof of the east building from where we landed.” You winced as you felt the blood drip from your side,

“Comin’ up, Y/N.” As promised, Clint picked you up and you were greeted with the Captain and Natasha,

“Hey guys…” you waved,

“How was it, Y/N?” Steve asked,

“A bit hazy but I got him and these,” you showed them the book and threw the USB stick to Steve, “Someone owes me a new belt.”

“I’m sure we can arrange something.” Steve walks to the front of the jet to greet Clint,

“Oh and will someone be able to stitch this up like, now? I don’t want Bucky seeing it.” Natasha’s eyes widened,

“Holy shit, Y/N!”

“I told you I was in a bit of a pickle…” Natasha sits by you, inspecting the wound,

“It’s deep, we need to get you back to the compound as soon as possible.” As Natasha was stitching up your wound, you could hear Steve and Clint talking to someone through the communicator of the jet. It became clear who it was a quickly as you wondered who it could’ve been,

“We’re fine, Bucky, don’t worry about her.” Your eyes began to drop and you hear Nat telling you to keep your eyes open,

“Guys! Guys! She’s losing too much blood, we need to get her back quick!”

“What is going on, Steve?” you hear on the communicator, “Steve!”

“Y/N, keep your eyes open!” you could feel Steve tapping your cheek, trying to keep you from falling into a deep sleep but you couldn’t help it, you fell in.


You woke up with a cold hand against your own, a beeping sound surrounded your ears. Your eyes shut quickly when you opened them as the bright light of the infirmary reflected in your eyes. You quickly turned to face the person beside you, as you guessed it would be, it was Bucky. He awoke when you brought his hand to your lips to give it a soft kiss.  

“Hey, baby.” you smiled at him with hazy eyes,

“Y/N!” he engulfed you in an embrace and you winced at the pain, when he accidentally touched your stitches, “Shit! I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” you let out a giggle, scooching over and patting the bed, signalling him to lay beside you. He did so, gently laying himself with you, his warm arm throwing itself above you wound, his head lay between your neck and your shoulder,

“You scared the life out of me, doll.”

“I’m sorry, Bucky, you know I didn’t mean to, I was just doing my job.” you heard him sniffle, feeling something drip onto your neck,

“I just- I wish I was there… Goddamn it! I wish I was there!”

“Stop blaming yourself, I planned it that way.”

“You planned getting drugged and stabbed?”

“Maybe not that part.” you laughed, caressing his cheek and placing a kiss on his head,

“Please don’t ever do that again, don’t leave for a mission that involves them.” his arm held you closer, gripped you tighter like he was about to lose you,

“Bucky, you know I can’t promise you that…” you sigh,

“Y/N please, I can’t- I just-”

“Bucky-”

“I love you.” your breathed hitch at his words,

“What did you say?” Two years. You’d waited two years for him to say those words and when they came, they sounded like birds chirping on a summer day as the sun shone out to give the dark city some light. He heaved himself up with his elbow, taking your face in his hand and resting his forehead against yours, repeating himself,

“I. love. you.” you start to tear up, putting your hand on top of his,

“Bucky don’t say things you don’t-”

“I mean it, Y/N, I mean it, I was just too scared to say it until I almost lost you,” he kisses you softly, “This will never happen again because I won’t let it.”


A/N: I HOPE THIS WAS ALRIGHT!
MASTERLIST HERE
REQUESTS GO HERE

some of the mercs/genuinely confused folks, junkrat “surrenders” to. they ask for his treaure, and he says “sure, i’ll give you a copy. got a usb stick?” and he sits and explains to them what the government’s going after him for.

he keeps hoping one of them will go public with it. spread the word. so far, every one who really believed him decided to quietly go home. if the government is willing to do all that to junkrat to keep it quiet, they’re not gonna be next.

junkrat hopes they’re telling people in private. he hopes words getting around. it’s impossible to know, though.

Kyle: Well Stan is my super best friend so there’s lots of things I like about him. But if I have to pick one thing it would probably be…he’s always there for me I guess, I mean Kenny can be supportive. And Cartman is……Cartman. So Stan is my one friend I can usually rely on.

Kyle: Kenny is… well I worry about him sometimes. But what’s great about him is that even when really shitty stuff happens to him he almost always bounces back. He has a terrible home life, but always puts on a smile for us. Which in my book is really awesome. Maybe not so much for him but there isn’t much I can do about it.

There are a lot of things I feel about Cartman. I think he’s a fat, short, asshole who doesn’t know how to mind his own business. He’s always ruining shit and getting in the way of of everything. If something bad happens it’s usually because of something this dumbass did. But I figure you weirdos won’t leave me alone until I say something positive about him..So I guess he has nice hair. Are you happy now?

rainwatereclipse  asked:

What about a spell using a usb stick? I've usually got at least 3 on me.

I’m kind of stumped with this one, I’m so unfamiliar with tech magic! I’ll keep the reminder to make this spell in my notes but I felt you deserved a response after a couple days! My apologies. I was also hoping my followers could offer some quick suggestions!!! And maybe you could clarify your intent with this item? Is it for work? What work do you do? Is it very stressful?

anonymous asked:

Why don't you sell hair bows anymore? I always loved them and I would love some more

i do have some for sale! right here ;D

i currently only have star wars, though, since my old avengers patterns got deleted by spoonflower and i lost the USB with the original files on it skjdsdf

i’m going to be probably re-doing my avengers fabric pattern so that i can do those hair bows again because i’ve had a lot of people asking for me to bring that pattern back!

conorace  asked:

How's life

Not great. I return home, where my life is eat, sleep, work, and Internet. Oh and my laptop died yesterday. Good thing I keep my MSE designs on a Usb stick. Got some knew goodies that I will post once I buy a new laptop.