out side a store

Sometime in the future...

…when Dex realizes he’s not poor anymore.

“can we get a headboard, too?”

Dex hated that voice. It was a voice he hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in a long time, since before him and Nursey got married, before they graduated, before he started seeing a therapist. It was a voice that said, ’a no would break me’ underneath the real words of his question.

It was how he used to ask for hugs, and how he asked, three months into their fuck-buddy relationship, for Nusey to please stay the night, just once, nobody ever stays.

Nursey gave him a long, appraising look, but Dex knew he wouldn’t ask why, all of a sudden, Dex sounded so unsure of himself. Just like Dex knew, eventually, he’d tell Nursey why something so silly as a headboard was so important to him.

He gave a small smile instead, kissed Dex’s cheek, and said, “That’s chill.”

They got out of their truck, a purchase that Nursey made without Dex because he knew his husband could never justify the price to himself, even though they could afford it a hundred times over. Between Dex’s NHL salary and Nursey and Lardo’s line of children’s books, there wasn’t really anything they couldn’t afford.

Which is why Dex hated how small and broken his voice sounded when he asked if they could buy a headboard.

With the new contract Dex signed, finally featuring a no trade clause, they decided to buy a house. Nursey went all out; he spent weeks touring places, picking out furniture, and giving Dex the silent treatment (apparently ‘whatever you want’ isn’t the right answer). The only thing left was a new mattress.

They saved it specifically for a week when Dex didn’t have any scheduling conflicts. He tried to tell Nursey that it was fine, he could go ahead and buy one without Dex there, but he refused, insisting that a mattress was an individual experience, both of them had to agree.

They both knew that, in the end, Dex wouldn’t have an opinion. A bed was a bed to him, and any bed was better than no bed. It felt nice to have a full day with his husband, though.

They stood in front of a huge mattress store, and for some reason, Dex felt uncertain. There was something about this, buying a bed, that made everything real to him. He was an adult. He was well off financially. And he was about to walk into a store hand in hand with his husband. And he was happy.

He wasn’t the angry kid from Maine, anymore.

A saleswoman nearly a foot shorter than the couple (call me Cici!) dragged them all over the store, practically pushing them down on mattresses and asking about their firmness. She asked about hteir opinon on memory foam versus tempurpedic, about fabrics and springs and coils and all sorts of questions Nursey has answers for that Dex can’t make heads or tails of.

He zones out a bit, but jumps back into the conversation when the topic of temperature comes up (so, are you two warm blooded or do you use a lot of blankets at night?). He had no idea that they made some mattresses cooler than others, but yes they wanted to try those out, because his husband is a furnace and the three stupid cats Nursey snuck home were like little fuzzy ovens.

So, they go to the other side of the store and try out hybrids (of what, Dex really couldn’t say). Without even trying it out, Nursey pointed at one of the set-ups and declared, “it’s going to be this one.” Dex had to admit that it was pretty comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was sinking into the mattress, which was nice.

Nursey clamored on top, cuddling into Dex’s side with a smug grin. “Told you it was this one.”

Still grinning, Nursey asked Cici, “Can you show us some headboard options?”

There was an entire room of them. Bed frames and headboards and footboards. Big quilted ones that Dex thought would go great in his baby sister’s princess room, studded leather ones, wrought iron frames that looked a little too bondage for Dex’s comfort.

Dex wasn’t sure what his face was doing, but  Cici told them quietly that she would give them a few minutes to look around, even though she had been attached at to their side for the hour they had been in the store.

They wandered around, looking at all the choices. Dex knew he held Nursey’s hand a little too hard, but Nursey didn’t say anything. He let Dex take the lead, inputting his opinion but never tryng to influence Dex, never pushing him to talk about it.

They made two circuits of the room before stopping (for the second time) in front of a simple padded headboard. It wasn’t anything fancy, just smooth, cream colored fabric. Dex ran a finger over the display. It was softer than it looked.

“I don’t understand headboards. Or footboards. They’re totally pointless.”

In the past, that may have been an invitation for Nursey to chirp Dex, to ask what the hell they were doing buying one if Dex thought it was pointless. But after so many years together, Nursey knew Dex needed to talk it out, not have a conversation.

“Did you know that before I went to Samwell, I never slept in a real bed?”

“I didn’t, babe.”

Dex never took his eyes off the headboard. “For a while I had a matress thrown on the floor in me and Adam’s room, but then I gave it to Hannah and I started sleeping on some sleeping bags on the floor. I told myself it was like camping. Even when I imagined my house, I never imagined a having a real bed. What’s the piont of buying something that’s totally pointless? It’s just a waste of money.”

Nursey ran a warm hand up and down Dex’s back. Dex rarely talked about his childhood. It was one of the only things they still faught about sometimes: Nursey taking their money for granted and Dex not being able to accept that he can spend money when he wants to.

“But we can buy this. We can buy something that’s totally pointless, just because I want it.”

It wouldn’t match the room, even a little bit. The whole house was stark greys and bright whites, accents of bright colors. The cream fabric would stick out like a sore thumb. It was meant for a softer house. There was something about it that Dex like, though. He couldn’t put his finger on what, exactly, but he loved it.

“What do you think?”

Nursey didn’t bother to look away from Dex when he answered. “I think it’s great, babe. It’ll look good in the bedroom.”

Dex gave him a hard look. “really.”

“Okay, no. but if you like it, then I couldn’t care less.”

And just like that,they bought it. And later that night, in their brand new bed, in their house (their house, not a house they were renting), Dex slept better than he could ever remember sleeping.

BioShock Builds: How to build your own desk-sized Pneumo Tube

Last year, we created a real-world vigor bottle based off one awesome fan’s suggestion. That inspired our resident sculptor and DIY-er, Jason Babler, to kick off 2017 with a new series – “BioShock Builds.” Every month, we’re spotlighting fan art, DIY crafts, recipes and all sorts of crazy fan builds inspired by the BioShock series.

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NCT Reaction: You wearing their shirt/clothes

Members: Hyung Line (Taeil, Taeyong, Johnny, Yuta, Ten, Doyoung, Jaehyun, Winwin) 


It was already past midnight when he texted you that he’ll finally be able to come back home after almost a week of spending sleepless nights in SM’s studio. Knowing that Taeil’s probably very tired and hungry, you went to the kitchen to prepare his favorite tea and snack with nothing but your undergarments and his plain, baggy, gray tshirt.

When he saw you in the kitchen, he raised one of his eyebrows so high it could reach his hairline, his eyes discreetly eyeing your exposed legs.

“Hi, since when did you start wearing my shirt?“ 


It all started when Taeyong accidentally popped the water balloon on your head.  You were very competitive in everything so you chased after this boy, which resulted to you being soaking wet after just a few minutes. Your hot pink bra was very visible through your thin, white shirt, making Taeyong looked everywhere but you. 

When you came back after changing onto Taeyong’s favorite tshirt, he looked at you with a surprise look on his face (since you looked surprisingly good with it) with his eyes inevitably planted on your chest. 

“You…you should probably wear that shirt whenever we’re out playing in the pool." 


”(Y/N), what’s taking you so long? We’re just going to the store!“ Johnny called out from the other side of the door and you huffed in annoyance before checking yourself out one more time in your mirror.

Once you’re out, you saw Johnny laying on the bed as he furiously typed on his phone (probably playing some game). "It’s about time you–oh! Is that my shirt?”

You playfully spun around to show off the style that you did to match his oversized shirt on you. “(Y/N) I need that shirt back.”


You took a sip of your favourite drink with Yuta staring at you like there’s no tomorrow. He’s been doing it since you arrived in the coffee shop but you knew well why he’s like that. You were simply wearing his favourite flannel shirt that he’s been looking for since forever. 

“I remember leaving that shirt in 1898, (Y/N). That’s my favorite one." 

With one long dreamy sigh, he added, "But damn, you look so much better in that than I do.”


He was feeling extra protective that day and he kept on telling you to change the clothes you were wearing. You know how Doyoung is and you huffed for the nth time as you rummaged through your closet. 

When you went out wearing his flannel shirt matched with skinny jeans and boots, he stared at you for a few seconds before smiling. 

“You look absolutely stunning without even trying, jagi,” he said, admiring the sight before him. 


You were feeling sick when your boyfriend, Ten, decided to come over to watch some sappy movies with you. Even though you already turned off the AC, you still felt like you’re in Antarctica so you decided you put on Ten’s thick sweat pants and hoodie. 

When he arrived, he can’t help but smile at how cute you looked laying on the couch with his oversized clothes. 

“Aigoo, how can you look so cute in that?”


“(Y/N), hurry up! Your mom is here!” Jaehyun knocked on your room with panic laced in his voice. You were only wearing your undergarments since you just got out of shower but the fact that your mom is here to check in on you with Jaehyun in the living room was frightening. 

In your hurry, you grabbed the white shirt laying on the floor and a shorts and put it on. When you got out, Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes, a hint of playful look on his face. 

“Your mom might get the wrong idea but…I think you should start wearing my shirts from now on.”


You absolutely love Winwin’s wardrobe because it’s full of comfortable shirts, sweatpants, and hoodies. So when you came over to his apartment, you went straight to his room and rummaged through his closet to change into a more comfortable clothes. 

When he got out of shower, he saw you laying comfortably on the bed and he immediately ran to where you were. He quickly wrapped you with his hugs and showered you with kisses. 

“You look so cuddly in my hoodie,” he cooed, touching the tip of his nose with yours. “Would you like to watch some movies?”

🌹Lool. I’m not sure about this tho bc this is my first reaction post. And I’m just experimenting. 😋 tell me what you think about it! 🌹

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a scenario where Kageyama's s/o gets him a puppy for his birthday and it jumps on him and licks him right away and he gets emotional bc he always thought animals didnt like him? I just think it would be really cute.

“I have a surprise for you!”

Normally, when someone would utter those words to Kageyama, he’d be weary of what was to come. However, upon seeing your face ablaze with happiness and mirth, he couldn’t dispel the air of joy you carried. Perhaps it was because it was his birthday, but he felt more tolerable towards whatever mischief you conjured up today. Azure eyes gazed at you with soft anticipations, different than when he was playing volleyball.

“Close your eyes and no peaking, okay?” An infectious giggle bubbled from your lips, watching as Kageyama followed directions. You could see his fingers twitch from their place at his side, eager to find out what exactly you had in store for him. As if the cake and presents hadn’t been enough.

From behind his lids he could hear the shuffle of feet and an imminent hush from your lips before he felt you grow closer. He held out his hand as you asked, brows furrowing when he felt something soft akin to fur. Kageyama didn’t wait for your approval, eyes already open and staring at the small animal in his arms.

“A puppy?” It was obvious that’s what the creature was, but he was in shock that indeed that’s what it was. He was half expecting the dog to recoil and growl at him like they usually do, but instead it began fidget in his lap, yapping happily in its attempts to lick his face.

You watched with a certain anxiousness, hoping to gauge his reaction. A smile, genuine and not the scary ones he usually produced, tugged at his lips. His large hands gently stroked the animal as if it could break at any moment.

“This would be considered a good surprise right?” You beamed, Kageyama tearing his attention away to look at you. It was clear that he was elated, the emotion swimming in his clear eyes.

“Th-this is more than I–” His words halted as he suddenly looked away, furiously rubbing at his eyes to erase any evidence of the tears gathering in his eyes. You were surprise that he’d display such emotions, but you knew well enough about his past with animals.

You grew closer, cupping his face in your hands, brushing away stray tears. “See, what did I tell you? Not all animals are mean, you just need to find one with as kind a heart as you.”

Tell Me That You Love Me (Morgan Reilly)

Anonymous said:

Could you maybe, when you have time make a Morgan Rielly imagine based off of Ed Sheerans song How Would You Feel?

Word count: 932

Author’s Note: This song is absolutely beautiful and I had never heard it before I got this request! Link to song 

As usual, feedback is always appreciated!

Originally posted by moriles44

“I’m feeling younger every time that I’m alone with you.”

 You had never been the best at relationships. Your mom said you were stubborn, your friends said that you were scared of commitment and you concluded that you were just meant to be alone. That was before you had met Morgan, though. Morgan showed you how to live again. You, who had always been wise beyond your years, were suddenly allowing Morgan to randomly grab you and piggyback you around the ACC at a moment’s notice. Morgan made even the most mundane things, such as grocery shopping, into an adventure, juggling any and every item he could get his hands on. Whether it be a late night rendezvous at a tiny diner after a long road trip, blanket forts and movie nights or a well-needed puppy petting session at a pet store, Morgan brought out your whimsical side, something that you didn’t know that you had before you met him.

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Zine email updates+Charms update

I’m sorry for being so spammy about this!! A lot of people were having problems receiving it so I’m :’-(

Anyway though, I sent out my last email of the most updated zine PDF (if u never got my 2nd email) and everyone should get it this time! If you didn’t, then you might have misspelled your email (which a few of you did but it’s ok!!). Just message me or e-mail me here or on kristinedelicana@gmail.com. Also check your spam boxes as well!

As for the charms, I just emailed everyone right now for updates! Lmk if you have any questions :-)

anonymous asked:

Hello!! How about RFA and Saeran oh!oh! and Vanderwood with Mc who have no sense of direction!! Like they always getting lost

You asked so adorably, awww. But, I’m so sorry, I don’t write Vanderwood because I really don’t understand their character at all. Very sorry!

-Yoosung was having a hardcore cram session one day.
-This poor thing keeps stressing himself out because he has an extremely important test tomorrow and he cannot fail it. Even though he’s a genius, and you tell him that many times, he’s stressed as hell.
-You thought you’d do something nice and offer to go buy him some comfort food to cheer him up.
-He says you don’t have to, but you do it anyway. So you hop in your car and head to the grocery store.
-You actually get there just fine and enter the store only to find that it is rather crowded.
-You’re only there to pick up some snacks for your stressed boyfriend so you try to get in and out as fast as possible.
-So you quickly make your way to the side of the store that has what you’re looking for, but you have to take detours to avoid crowds and next thing you know you’re lost in the canned food aisle.
-You tell yourself to just retrace your steps and follow the signs hanging from the ceiling but you still can’t find where you were trying to go.
-It takes you an hour and a half to get the snacks and get back to Yoosung.
-He’s passed out, dead asleep on top of his text book.
-You wanted to let him sleep. He deserves it. But you set the bags down and he stirs awake.
-“___, what took you so long?” he mumbled, still half asleep.
-You tell him about the grocery store incident and he laughs at you.
-He laughs at you. fuckin rude
-He apologizes and just says you’re cute for being so bad with directions. But he also says you need to be more careful not to get lost in more serious situations.
-Whatever you say my dude

-You wanted to bring Zen food while he was at rehearsal since he forgot to bring some with him today.
-You told him you’d bring him something so he can eat something healthy, plus it would be nice to see him.
-Zen tells you you don’t have to go out of your way to bring him food because he could just go buy something, but you insist.
-It’s not like you’ve never been to the theater. Your boyfriend practically lives there. You’ve been there hundreds of times, so you’re confident that you can get there in time for his break.
-But suddenly you’re on a street you’ve never heard of.
-That’s okay, you’ll just turn right and end up on the main road again.
-Wait since when did this place exist?
-Where the fuck am I??
-You pull over and decide to text Zen that you might not make it in time for his lunch break. He’s really sweet and tells you not to worry and all that cute stuff.
-You use the GPS on your phone in defeat and find that you’ve somehow ended up on the other side of town.
-You rush to the theater and get there just as Zen’s break time is up.
-But, you still give him his food, and the director kindly gives him an extra few minutes to eat it.
-While he ate, you explained why it took you so long to get here.
-“Darling, thank you for the food. But, uh… maybe you should use a GPS more often.”

-You two had planned a date night tonight and you were both supposed to meet up at a restaurant at 5:00pm
-She had arrived five minutes early and was waiting patiently on a bench for your arrival.
-But ten minutes pass, twenty minutes pass, thirty minutes pass…
-Okay she’s very worried.
-She texts you after the first ten minutes she notices you’re running late, and you reply with “Sorry! Traffic!”
-She understands but then after thirty minutes? She’s getting concerned.
-The restaurant wasn’t far from your house. Why is it taking you this long? Even if there is traffic, how could it be so backed up you’re thirty, going on forty minutes late?
-Are you… standing her up?
-Wait no that can’t be right
-You’re not that kind of person.
-After forty five minutes of sitting on a bench waiting, you run up to her
-“Ah, oh my god, Jaehee! I’m so sorry I’m so late..!”
-“What kept you? There couldn’t have possibly been that much traffic from here to your house. It’s fairly close.”
-“…It is?”
-“It’s close to my house..?”
-You had apparently taken the long way here. Not just that, you had missed three turns twice along the way.
-You had to explain that to your poor unamused girlfriend. That’s how she found out how horrible you are with directions.
-But, even though you’re very late, you continue with the date plans as usual.
-She offers to drive you from now on when you two go out anywhere. If she can’t, she suggests a cab because it’s much cheaper than the gas you’ll waste taking wrong turns.

-Driver Kim takes care of transportation so you never had to worry about driving.
-Which is good because you don’t know left from right.
-But one day he invites you to come visit his office because you had been curious as to what it was like.
-When you got there, an employee at the door gave you directions to Jumin’s office.
-You were highly confident that you would be able to find it without issue.
-You find yourself standing in a hallway.
-“…Did they say to turn left or right…?”
-Now you’re lost in a very important and busy office building.
-You wander around trying to find some landmark to determine where the heck you are while also trying not to look like a lost commoner from off the streets to the important and professional looking people walking past you.
-A guard that happened to be passing by stopped you and ask you to identify yourself which was intimidating
-You tell him your name and that you’re trying to get to Jumin’s office.
-He gives you a confused face.
-“But his office is three floors down from here.”
-So the guard escorts you to Jumin’s office.
-You got there safely to a worried looking Jumin.
-“____, you’re finally here. I was worried; you were taking so long to get here I thought something happened.”
-You tell him you got lost and embarrassed yourself in front of his coworkers. He will now always make sure you have an escort when you visit to avoid you wandering somewhere you’re not supposed to be.
-Also when you go out together he holds your hand and is reluctant to let you go off on your own so you don’t get lost.

-You had both taken a trip to the grocery store to pick up some more food.
-You were just about done gathering everything on the list you collectively created when Saeyoung noticed you had skipped an item on the list.
-He groaned. It was all the way on the other side of the store.
-Noticing how he really didn’t want to walk that far, you offered to go get it yourself.
-He let you, of course.
-He didn’t think much of it until you were gone for about fifteen minutes.
-This store isn’t that huge; how could it take you fifteen minutes to walk to the other side and back?
-He decides to text you and check up on you. He asks where you are.
-“Sorry, looking for the right aisle.”
-“Don’t tell me you’re lost.”
-“…Well you see…”
-You’re lost. And you’re on the other side of the building, earning another groan of Saeyoung.
-“Okay, well where exactly are you”
-I don’t know there’s only soup
-You tell him what aisle number you’re in.
-He stops.
-“…That’s not even close to where that last item is.”
-“You’re literally three aisles down from me.”
-You had apparently done a full circle on your journey to get to the other side of the store.
-You walk out of the aisle and start walking to find him when you hear him call your name from behind you.
-You even went the wrong way to find him three aisles over. oh my god how have you lived this long
-Saeyoung walks with you to get the last item on your list. He also makes a mental note never to let you go off on your own without knowing where you are, and to never put you in charge of directions.

-Well aren’t you both just a disaster together.
-V can barely see, and you don’t know what you’re doing.
-You were on a date at a local fair and having a great time.
-V enjoyed being able to spend time with you while also being outdoors. He was indifferent to the rides, but he was outside with you, so he was the happiest man ever.
-You were both getting a little peckish so you decided you should go get some snacks.
-You knew exactly which stands had the best food and he trusted your judgment, so you held his hand tightly and guided him through the crowds of other fair-goers.
-In your excitement to get your hands on some junk food you managed to get completely lost. You stop abruptly, causing V to almost bump into you.
-“What is it?” he asked.
-“Nothing,” you told him before marching into motion again with V in tow.
-You were determined to find the food stands if it was the last thing you did. You were using landmarks to find your way around like the Ferris wheel and the various roller coasters but you still could not find the stands.
-You find a map yet you still can’t seem to get to point B.
-“Love? The food stands are over that way,” he said quietly and pointed behind him with his thumb. “Should I lead you there?”
-Great job. You have to have an almost blind man guide you places because you’re that poor of a guide.
-He’s not annoyed in any way because he’s such a patient person. V helps you to the food stands that you had walked past multiple times in your frenzied search and you purchase the food you wanted.
-V can’t really see, so you will guide him, but he will help give you directions so you don’t get overwhelmed or lost.
-You’re actually a good team.

-He gets so annoyed when you run off and get lost.
-Can you not just say in his line of sight? That way you won’t get lost and he won’t have to go find you?
-But alas, you tend to get distracted and run off, leaving him to figure out where you had gone.
-He panics on the inside whenever you get lost on your own. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, which is more likely when you’re all alone.
-You wanted to take him out to a new shop opening up across town that you had been dying to check out.
-You assured him that you knew where it was, so he reluctantly allowed you to drive.
-He rolled his eyes and slouched in the passenger’s seat. “You better not get us lost.”
-No promises, Saeran wrap
-The bad thing about this situation is that he doesn’t know where the shop is, so he can’t correct you when you go the wrong way.
-You thought you knew, you really did. But, you’ve been driving for ten minutes with no sign of the store.
-“Oh no…” you mutter under your breath.
-Saeran glared over at you. “What do you mean ‘oh no’?”
-You swallowed hard. “I may be heading the wrong way.”
-Saeran groaned in annoyance. “I told you you should follow a GPS! Ugh, just pull one up on your phone.”
-So you did, and you followed that instead. Even then, one time, when the GPS said to turn right, you accidentally turned left, Saeran grumbled and glared in your direction again.
-He’s so grumpy and irritable because 1. this is taking too long and 2. he doesn’t like not knowing what’s going on, but he’ll get over it.
-He forgives you when you buy him ice cream from a shop next to the one you were visiting.

anonymous asked:

Klance with that prompt you just reblogged? Lance as A? ( also I looove your writing, you're very skilled!!)

Why thank you, anon! I hope you like this! (Based off this post.)

The road trip was Lance’s idea. He wanted to spend a week with Keith in a more casual, intimate manner. So, when he woke himself up sneezing the morning they were set to leave, he shoved any thoughts of getting sick towards the far back of his mind.

However, two hours in, and he was starting to feel off. But, he didn’t want Keith to find out, so he did his best to subtly hide his ailments. He would clear his irritated throat to try and avoid coughing when Keith was distracted by something out of the passenger window. Anytime his breath hitched, he would quickly turn his head as if engrossed by something outside to stifle a sneeze. And, when his nose started running mercilessly, he made an off-hand comment about how the radio was too quiet and turned it up in the hopes that it would mask his constant sniffling.

Their first stop was for brunch at some local fast food chain. After some debate, they decided that drive thru would be best if they wanted to get to their destination by night fall. Lance asked for extra napkins at the window, and when Keith raised his brows in question, he told Keith that the last thing he wanted was to make a mess in his car and not have ample supplies to clean it up.

Keith insisted on feeding Lance his nuggets despite Lance’s protests that he was a professional at eating and driving simultaneously, and for the next forty minutes, the two ate and giggled as if they were still in the honeymoon stage of their relationship.

When Keith declared that he’s going to take a nap after they polished off the food, Lance agreed all too quickly, which prompted Keith to shoot him a questioning look.

“Sick of being with me already?” Keith asked, one eyebrow arched playfully.

“Of course not,” Lance replied, mock offended. “How could you even say such a thing?”

“You are too eager for me to nap. Are you going to play Shakira while I sleep?”

No, Lance thought solemnly to himself while keeping a smile plastered across his face. Constantly stifling sneezes was beginning to hurt his chest, and he wanted a brief moment of freedom to sneeze fully when need be.

“You got me,” he replied easily, waggling his brows at Keith.

“You better not sing at the top of your lungs,” Keith laughed, snuggling further down into his seat and crossing his arms. “If you wake me up, I’ll be pissed.”

Lance breathed out a low laugh despite his scratchy throat. “I’ll be quiet,” he said, glancing over to see Keith nod.

He waited at least twenty minutes until he was confident that Keith was asleep based on the steady rise and fall of his chest. He had been stifling sneezes while waiting for Keith to fall asleep, but now that he was sure, he grabbed one of the rough fast food napkins, pressing it against his nose and sneezing harshly once, twice, three times. He rubbed at his nose, sniffling pitifully.

The off feeling from before was starting to flare into a cold, but still, he didn’t want to ruin this trip. He vowed to do his best to keep it from Keith.

The tickling in his nose picked up once again ten minutes later, and he pressed the napkin to his nose with just enough time to sneeze four times into the rough material.

“Are you okay?”

Lance’s single-hand grip on the wheel tightened at the sound of Keith’s voice. He slowly moved the napkin away from his nose, glancing to see Keith watching him with questioning eyes.

“Of course,” Lance said, doing his best to keep his voice confident and upbeat despite the energy depleting from his body.

“Are you sure?” Keith asked, voice gentle, worried. “You’ve been sneezing an awful lot. I wouldn’t want us to crash if you get caught up in a sneezing fit or something,” he added, tone all but dripping with concern.

Lance mentally cursed himself for not being more cautious while Keith was sleeping, but it had been such a relief to sneeze freely for a bit. “Allergies,” he lied easily, shooting Keith a wide-tooth grin.

Keith frowned back at him but didn’t press further, and Lance considered that a win. The two fell into a comfortable silence, with the only sounds filling the car coming from the radio and Lance’s more frequent sneezing and coughing.

However, an hour later, and Lance started to shiver. His head was throbbing, and he couldn’t go five seconds without having to cough or sneeze.

“Lance,” Keith said, breaking the silence with a firm voice.

“Hmm?” Lance kept his eyes on the rode.

“Let me drive for a bit. You should rest.”

Lance shook his head. Despite feeling completely terrible, he had told Keith he would drive majority of the trip since Keith had seemed hesitant to agree at first because of the long distance.

“I’m fine,” he said despite his chattering teeth.

“You really aren’t,” Keith pressed firmly. “You’re shivering.”

“It’s cold,” Lance countered.

“No, it’s really not.”

Lance sighed, feeling defeated. He finally nodded after a few moments, and eased the car off to the side of the road.

Keith was quick out of his seat, pulling Lance’s door open only seconds later. Lance moved sluggishly, feeling incredibly tired, but when he went to stand, Keith stopped him by pressing a cool palm against his forehead.

“I knew it,” Keith frowned. “You’re running a fever.”

Lance only wrapped his arms around himself in response. He allowed Keith to help him up and over to the passenger seat, but when Keith moved to shrug out of his light jacket, Lance held a hand up.

“Stop,” he tried weakly, but Keith already had the small jacket off and draped over him.

“Just rest, Lance,” Keith said before gently shutting the car door.

Lance pressed his head against the cool window, nodding off only seconds later.


Lance came to a few hours later, glancing around with tired eyes to find the car empty. He sat up despite his aching limbs with a frown. A half-lit sign blinking “Galra Drug Store” had his attention turning to look out the driver side window.

He watched Keith walk out of the store with a bag in hand, opening the driver’s side car door only moments later.

“I got you some medicine and tissues,” Keith said, plopping the bag onto Lance’s lap, and Lance’s frown deepened.

“You didn’t have to,” he said, voice rough and thick with sleep.

“Lance,” Keith sighed. “You’re sick. You’ve got a fever, and your nose is all red from those fast food napkins.”

Lance poked weakly at his irritated nose, wincing at the burn. He nodded, digging into the bag to find fever reducers, water, and tissues.

After he downed to pills, he ripped the tissue packet open with trembling hands as Keith pulled out of the drug store parking lot.

The car fell into silence once more for a few hours. Lance was content using the soft tissues whenever he needed to sneeze, but when he went to reach for another, he found the packet empty.

He tried the glove box but found nothing, and one quick look outside told him that they were nowhere close to a stop that would have tissues. He sighed, sniffling wetly and pulling his jacket sleeve down over his hand to rub at his runny nose.

“You’re a mess,” Keith said fondly as he glanced to the side to see Lance rubbing vigorously at his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“Shut up, Keith,” Lance called back with a pout, falling back against the seat and crossing his arms as he settled in for a long ride.


Charming… part 2

you can read part 1 here

You arrived at the hotel where Anna and Mike got a room.

“What did they say?” Anna asked

“Is it bad?” Mike asks

“It sounded expensive.” both of them looked at you worried.

“We have to find some work so we can pay it.” Mike said looking towards the both of you

“Yeah we could stay here for a while.” Sara said with a smile. “It would be nice to stay at one place.”

You took a shower and had into to town with Mike and Anna. You guys were searching for work and for groceries. After walking around for a half hour the 3 of you found a grocery store. The 3 of you entered together but after 5 min you lost them. You wander threw the grocery store till you bumped into someone.

“I’m sorry.” you said quickly and looked towards the person you bumped into.

Gemma was looking at you. “No problem. It’s nice to see you again.” she said quickly. You just smiled at her. “You told me you were looking for a job?”

“Yeah have to make some money to pay for the car repair.” You said with a smile.

“Well I may have something for you. What kind of work do you have experience with?” She starts walking through the hall placing some items in the basket.

“Everything a little..” You said “I graduated with a marketing diploma but never did anything with that.” She looks towards you and gives you a smile. “After school I did some bar work, cleaning and some other stuff.”

“I can do something with that. If you want I can offer you a job at the garage to help me out. I have too much work and well I can’t handle it myself.”

“Serious?” You looked at her questioning. She smiled at you. “That would be amazing. When can I start?”

“I like your attitude already.” You smiled at her. “Tomorrow at 9am. Here is my phone number.” she handles you a paper with a number on it. “Just text me the address where you stand and I will pick you up.”

“I can walk you don’t need to pick me up.”

“I know.” She says walking towards the register.  She looked back towards you and gave you a smile.


Gemma walked towards the car. She pulled the groceries and put them next to her and called Clay.

“Hey baby.” Gemma said

“Hey, Is something wrong?”

“No just calling to say that we having a new employer tomorrow.”


“The girl from this morning. She needed a job so I offered her one.”

“Okay. I see you tonight I have church.” Clay said ending the call.


You walked out of the store with Anna and Mike on your side.

“I can’t believe you already found work.” Anna said “It’s so nice of her.”

Mike didn’t look that happy. “I just think it’s weird. Were being driving thru country and nobody gave us work that easy and she just came around and gave you work and is going to pick you up and everything.” He shakes his head. “I just think it’s weird.”

“Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.” You said to Mike with a smile.

You all walked towards the hotel. You were joking around and Mike was walking in the middle of you and Anna with one arm around your shoulder and the other around her shoulder.  The sound of 3 bikes was heard behind you. They pass the 3 of you and parked a few meters from you. You saw 3 man get off the bike. When one of them got his helmet out of his head. You recognise him immediately. It was the man who picked you up today from the side of the road. Tig. He looks towards the 3 of you and smiles. One of the other man hits him in the chest pulling his gaze from us and all 3 of them walked into the store in front of them.

The 3 of you got close to the bikes.

“Mike didn’t you had one like that.” Anna asked pointing to one of the bikes.

“Yeah but it was nothing for me.” He says with a fake smile on his face.

“Well I can remember you were pretty into the motor club thing.” Anna says joking.

Mike pulled his arm from me and Anna and walked faster. “Come on I’m hungry.” You could her in his tone that he was irritated.

Anna looks towards you. “Did I say something wrong?”

In the corner of your eye you saw the three man walk towards the door to come outside. “Noo.”

“Y/N do you know something what I don’t know about Mike and the motor club he was in?” She says, eyebrows raised and eyes following every movement of your face.

“what? No, what are you talking about?” You said smiling. “Come on we have to catch up with him.”

She turns her gaze towards Mike and starts walking. She bought it. you thought. You took a deep breath and you saw Tig and the other man walk out of the store. 

Not so much of a Secret

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You loved two things: shopping and teasing Jeon Jungkook 

Word Count: 1319

Originally posted by myjaebutt

The crisp air nipped at your nose and the harsh wind blew against your figure, but his hand intertwined with yours in his pocket was enough to warm you up. It’s been quite some time since the two of you had spent quality time together, especially since he was preoccupied with his very busy lifestyle that came with being an idol. It was the last day Jungkook and the boys had free time to spend before promotions started up again, and he chose to spend it with you since he knew you two weren’t going to be able to meet up for a while. 

Of course, with you being you, you had only one thing in mind as being the perfect date: shopping. You knew Jungkook was quite the avid shopper himself, but in no way did he compare to you. Once you started on a shopping spree, there was no stopping you until all the stores had closed for the night. 

You two were walking down the street until you passed by the store you were looking for.

“Kookie,” your voice all muffled due to the thick scarf wrapped around your neck, “Wait, I wanna go here.” You stopped in your tracks before Jungkook could take any more steps. With his frame being larger than yours, you had to practically tug him back for him to stop walking. You extended your arm and pointed to the store you were wanting to go to. His eyes widened and you could see the color of red claiming his face,

“Y-you want to go…there?” 

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tobiseh  asked:

I was taking the big trashcan to the back of HellMart, as I was walking a girl yells "Wait!" and rushes up to me. I tell her she can't throw her trash away because my bags are tied already and I can't throw loose items away. (HellMart manager tells my manager off) I point out the small trashcan 2 feet away. The girl huffed and still shoved her bloody napkins in my trashcan anyaways. I then had to touch the napkins to throw them out in a restroom trashcan on the other side of the store. 😑

Raised By A Gang

Title: Raised By A Gang-4

Pairing:Reader/Exo Mafia!au

Summary: After you parents passed you were raised by family friends,they just happened to be a gang.

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Originally posted by kibaems

Tao Pov.

The ground below my feet barely made a sound as I landed another one of my flips. I continued to jump and flip working on my skills to keep them sharp and flawless.

From the corner of my eyes I saw Y/N move into the practice room located at the back of HQ. “Can you teach me to do that?” she asked as I landed another flip, I turned my body towards her and looked down at her “are you done with napping already Y/N?” I said instead of answering her question. “ I wasn’t very tired, can you teach me how to do that?” she asked again. “Sure, but only a little bit, we don’t want another moment like Chen, do we?” I said smirking she laughed lightly and shook her head. I walked over to the wall and grabbed a staff, handing it to her “here let me show you how to hold it” I said once she had it in her grasp.

I adjusted her arms so she was holding it properly and showed her how to swing it around her body. “So you go like this” I said making the movements with my hands to replicate how it should go. She watched then looked down at her own hands trying to replicate what I had done. She swung it slowly and looked back at me to see if she was doing it right “just like that, just a little faster” I said showing her again, moving my hands faster. She did it again at the same pace to get the movement right and after once more but faster. She looked up at me and smiled a big toothy grin“you’re a quick learner, try it once more” I said crossing my arms to see if she could do it all on her own. She swung it once more, this time she swung the staff a little too hard and I smacked her on the back of the head. She dropped the staff and put both hands on the back of her head, rubbing the spot that she hit, with a frown on her face. I reached down for her, swinging her up into my arms “you ok?” I ask moving her hands to check the spot she hit, a small bump forming. “I’m ok, can you kiss it better?” she asked looking up me with hopeful eyes “sure” I smiled, she turned her head away from me to expose the bump. I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her skull “better?” I asked once I pulled away, she turned back to me smiling “better”.

“I think thats enough for today” I said placing her back on her feet “yeah” she said looking back around the room. I moved to pick up the staff and put it away so I didn’t lose it. “Can we go get ice cream Tao?” she asked turning back towards me “I don’t see why not, someone has to get groceries soon anyways so why don’t we do that too?” I asked walking towards her. “Yeah!” she said excitedly, usually excited to get of HQ anyways. “Ok go get changed and we’ll go” I said, starting to grab my jacket and baseball cap. She ran towards the stairs and ran to her room going to change from her pj’s to something more suitable for grocery shopping.

A few minutes later she ran out dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a t-shirt and grabbed her own jacket. I lifted a smaller cap for her placing it on her head. “Alright let’s go” I said unlocking the door and letting her run through the door to my car. I locked the door behind myself, walking to the car and unlocking the doors. She opened the back door and placed herself in her car seat. Whatever member was home at the time was in charge of carrying her seat in case it is ever needed for a quick getaway or we need to get somewhere. I reached in and buckled all her straps and closed the car door when I was done. Stepping into the driver’s side, I turning on the ignition and put it in drive. Taking off towards the nearest grocery store. As we drove I turned on the radio so the silence could be filled.

In no time at all we had made it to a grocery store, getting out of my side I walked around to get Y/N out only to see she had already unbuckled herself from her seat. “Ready to go Y/N?” I asked, she gave a big nod and hopped out of the car walking towards the carts. She grabbed at one of the carts but wasn’t strong enough to pull it free from the others. I walked towards her and grabbed the end and gave the cart a tug to free it without her watching. As to not seem like she could do it all on her own. After it was free of the other carts I lifted her up and put her into the front of the it so I didn’t lose her in the crowd. We walked through the front door and started to grab the things we needed as we traveled through. “Can we stop at the toy section Tao?” she asked as we neared where the toys were “we are already getting ice cream isn’t that enough for you?” I laughed as we started to pass the toy section. She looked at them, then looked back at me “you’re right” she smiled looking forward again.

We came up to the cold section and grabbed all the things that we needed before we stopped in the ice cream section. “Alright Y/N what kind of ice cream do you want?” I asked looking over at the child who started standing in the cart. She looked through all the flavors before stopping at the cookie dough, she pointed at the biggest tub. Her head turned back towards me “can I get that one?” she asked trying to make her eyes as big and puppy dog like as possible. I looked back over to the ice cream in search for a smaller tub, finding one I pointed it out to her “let’s get that one instead ok?” I said to her. She smiled and nodded surprisingly as I grabbed the small tub in my hand and through it it in the cart, turning back to head to checkout.

We pulled up putting our items on the belt, Y/N passing me the items one by one.

After we payed Y/N and I headed back out to the car so she could pass me the bags. She passed them to me with some difficulty as they were quite heavy, especially for the small child.

As soon as we loaded all the bags in the car, I lifted Y/N into her car seat and began to buckle her in. “Alright Y/N when we get home you need to help me put the groceries before we can eat ice cream, ok?” I asked leaning into the backseat so I could look at her. ”Yes!” she yells bouncing in her seat. I smiled and stood back up, closing the back door and going around to the driver’s seat. Getting in, I started the car and started heading back towards HQ.

When we got back to HQ, I drove around back to park and noticed some of the other guys cars parked there. Y/N seemed to notice to and got excited, bouncing in her seat. I parked and pulled up to a parking spot and parked, getting outside and taking Y/N out of her seat. She ran to the trunk and started to try to open it. I chuckled at her, shaking my head. I unlocked it for her and let her grab at the bags, trying to bring them into HQ, while I grabbed the rest of the bags and locked up the car, following Y/N to the door of HQ. Which she was also trying to open. “Its locked, remember?” I asked looking down a her. She turned to look back up at me “oh, right!” she said stepping away from the door so I could unlock it. As soon as it was unlocked she swung the door open to see the members there with guns pointed at the door.

As soon as they saw it was us they put their guns away, tucking them into their holsters “we thought someone was trying to break in” Kris said standing at his full looming height. “No Y/N just forgot that we need to unlock the doors for her” I said moving into the room, locking the doors behind me.

Y/N, apparently unphased by the guns being pointed at her head a minute ago, ran into the kitchen. Her pigtails bouncing behind her. Sehun who didn’t care what we were saying followed after her, lifting her onto the counter.

“Hey munchkin what did you do today?” he asked leaning towards her bags, putting away groceries. “Taosy and me went to get groceries and ice cream, oh and he taught me wushu too!” she said looking at up at him. He froze midway between putting away the ice cream to turn and glare my way. “You taught our baby wushu?” he asked in a deadly tone. I rose my hands in defense as all the members glared at me “ok listen I only taught her one basic move, only one and it was very, very beginner” I said trying to defend myself against them.

“Is that true Y/N?” Xiumin asked, she looked over to him taking her attention away from the ice cream Sehun had clearly given her. “Yes I had a stick that I swung around” she said looking back down, happily eating her ice cream. “Alright fine, but no one is teaching her anything else like that, understood?” Kris asked using his leader voice. “Yes boss” we all responded immediately, until a small voice answered “no.”

We all turned back towards the small child on the counter and laughed, sure she was going to persuade us in some way, at some point.

wow that took me a long ass time to write. I’m sorry guys, its just hard to find time and when I do I’m not entirely sure how to write about a child in a gang.

  • me, riding in the car 2 go 2 the grocery store: Kendra stared out the side window of the SUV, watching foliage blur past. When the flurry of motion became too much, she looked up ahead and fixed her gaze on a particular tree, following it as it slowly approached, streaked past, and then gradually receded behind her. Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back at the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb. Maybe sometimes. Not today.
  • my mom: waht the fuck

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Dean threw three more packages of Morton’s salt into the cart, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed another. You approached him, the pie he requested you grab in hand. He didn’t look up as he spoke to you.

“Look, I think Sam and I have got this vengeful spirit covered. Why don’t you head back to the bunker and help Castiel figure out that whole tablet issue.”

You narrowed your eyes, catching his subtle attempt at trying to keep you away from the fight.

“You’re only four minutes older than me, Dean, so you can stop treating me like a child. If I stay couped up in that bunker for one more minute my head is going to explode.”

Dean finally looked up at you, but his eyes flicked to the pie in your hands. Annoyance flashed over his features.

“You already are insane. I asked for apple, not raspberry.”

Sam rolled his eyes as the two of you launched into bickering. You shoved at Dean’s shoulder and he did the same to you. 

“Would you two quit it? We’re in a store,” Sam scolded. You and Dean hardly heard him. He sighed and then raised the volume of his voice, this time not talking to you or your twin, but to the other store patrons.

“Two children up for adoption. Both potty trained and only slightly smarter than they look!” 

You shot him a dirty look, forgetting about your annoying twin, but Sam kept booming out his fake advert all the way to checkout. He even leaned over to tell the cashier that he would pay someone to take “the two troublemakers” off his hands. You sent a sharp elbow into his side, grabbed the groceries and hurried out of the store with both brothers in tow.

A Savior among Others

Ohmlirious |Word-Count: 3,000+

(This is a new idea I have that I want to make into a some kind of series, if you guys enjoy it)

Every person in the world had a savior. An angel. And it’s their job to keep their assigned human out of harms way, until death comes to take them personally.

Unlike others, however, Jon didn’t have a guardian angel. He wasn’t even sure if he had a savior, there were never any signs and the savior hadn’t made it known in any way. He was clumsy as all hell; sometimes he truly and unironically wondered how he still managed to stay alive with his great ineptness.

His mother tried to convince him every time he talked with her, “Oh, your champion will find its way to you eventually; you’ve always been a late bloomer anyways Jonathan.” And he’d roll his eyes and scowl as she laughed and told him to be patient.

But when? That was the million dollar question. The question he’d asked for years, but received no answer to. He was going to get an answer one day, if it was the last thing he’d do. 

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ACOTAR Beauty Store HCs

Sooo this idea has been spinning around my head for way to long.  I present to you: the ACOTAR crew working at a beauty store.  (I imagine them working at a Lush in some mall that is never busy.)

  • So City of Dreams is co-owned by the three Archeron sisters.  Nesta started it, and generally handles the business side of everything.  If she’s out in the front of the store, it’s because she’s yelling at an employee or a customer or both.  She’s almost always in her office.
  • Feyre handles display, arranging the soaps and bath bombs and what have you.  During the spring, she gets Elain’s help to bring in flowers and weave them into chains and crows to put around the store.  She either gets the flowers from her garden, or sometimes from the cute guy that works at the flower shop near their house.
    • “I think his name is Lucien?”
    • “Elain you’re not fooling anybody, go ask him out.”
  • Elain is also the best with customers, and does most of the damage control when Nesta gets out of hand.
  • Mor is a supplier.  City of Dreams is the only store that carries her homemade candles and bath bombs.  She comes in every week or so, chatting with the girls and discussing her new products at great lengths. 
    • Sometimes, when the store is particularly dead, her and Feyre go out into the mall looking for people to give makeovers to.
      • They usually go fine, as long as they say that yes, they’re employees from City of Dreams and yes, it’s free.  
    • One time, Mor works some magic with eyeliner and lipstick (You should have been there it was legendary) and the sisters hire her on part time as a makeup artist.
  • Rhys is one of those people that stands outside the store and encourages people to come in.  Az stands with him, because between the two of them, it’s not hard to rack up a lot of customers when the mall is busy.
  • Cassian works inside with Nesta, and is generally the expert on everything they carry in the store.  He also works the register.  If there’s only one customer in the shop, everyone will (not so) subtly watch as he works his magic and convinces them to buy out half the store.  
  • Amren doesn’t work there, but she makes it Her Business™ to walk in t random moments and give them some sort of evaluation based on standards she hasn’t told them.
    • “Your chandelier is too low.  Get Rhys or Cass to make it taller.”
    • “What does that have to do with anything?”
    • “Do it, and they’ll be more customers walking through those doors.  Trust me.  Also you don’t have enough jewelry.”
    • “This is a beauty store???”
    • “Then make Mor add non-toxic glitter to her bath bombs or something.”
  • Mor somehow tricks Amren into letting her give Amren a makeover.
  • What Mor doesn’t tell her is that she’s only using pastel colors.
  • So everyone gets really confused when their terrifying small friend turns into something still terrifying, but also something cute because she’s wearing baby blue eyeshadow and sparkly lipgloss.
  • When Amren looks in the mirror she almost has a heart attack
    • “Take it off.”
    • “No!  Tt looks cute on you!”
    • “I look like a six year old got into their mother’s makeup bag.  Take it off.”
  • One time Cass sneaks in booze.
    • They end up shaving parts of his head.
    • He doesn’t sneak in booze after that.
  • Everybody has a favorite candle or soap or beauty product.
    • Feyre is prone to buying jasmine candles in bulk.
    • Nesta likes ones that smell like smoke from a campfire
    • Elain likes rose smelling candles.
  • On holidays and birthdays, they make a game of bringing the person who’s birthday it is something they’ve never smelled/used before.
  • If they like it, the person who gave it to them gets a point.
    • They keep track.
    • It gets really competitive.
    • Mor threatens to hoard some of her candles so the others can’t gift them.
  • After a decade or so of owning it, the sisters decide to sell.
  • As their last hurrah, because it’s turned into this landmark in all of their relationships, they decide to auction off their remaining stock for charity.
    • Feyre makes a speech at the end.
    • Even Amren sheds a tear
  • For the rest of their lives, the crew tells their kids about working in retail, the ridiculous customers, and the friends that made it all worth it.  

Maria Reynolds x Reader
Words: 793
Request: Can I have a modern college au w/ Maria (or Peggy) x reader where the reader is at a small corner coffee shop to study. One of them walks in & the reader’s breath is just kinda knocked out of them because she’s so pretty, but gets caught staring. 

Hi! I wasn’t actually planning on posting today because i feel like death but i have been sitting around being sick for the past two days and i wanted to feel like i achieved something.

By the way, to anyone who’s ever sent me a cute message or ask, I love you a lot. I love you all a lot. Well honestly I love all my followers and I literally don’t deserve you. You’re all such beautiful people.

I’m gonna try and go back to sleep now because I feel disgusting but thankyou for supporting me guys. Enjoy your day / night! xx 

Psst. Requests are open as usual 


Originally posted by cephasjones


You had always been one to procrastinate, and after catching a cold the day before your science report was due, you knew you had screwed up. You laid in bed, coughing your lungs out all of the weekend. Eventually, night turned to day and you found yourself with limited time to finish the report.

After a few hours of madly typing away at your computer, you realised that you were yet to eat. You went to your kitchen, sighing when realising that there was no food in your dorm. “Eliza, you were supposed to buy food yesterday!” You exclaimed, looking over at your room mate who was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend.

“I ran out of time. Can’t you just go across the hallway and steal some ramen?” Eliza suggested, pushing Alexander away from her so that she could converse with you slightly easier.

“I’m not stealing ramen from your sisters again!” You replied, groaning. “Can you give me some money? I’ll go get it myself.”

“Fine, but you’re paying me back,” Eliza replied, grabbing Alexander’s wallet and throwing it to you.

“Hey!” Alexander whined, glaring at Eliza.

“Shh, I’ll make it worthwhile when they leave,” Eliza replied, kissing Alexander roughly. You shuddered slightly, grabbing the money from his wallet and leaving your shared dorm.

Eliza had been your best friend for a long time, but when college hit she had changed a little bit. After unnecessary drama between her, her sister and Alexander, she had decided to become a bit more dangerous around her boyfriend. You hated watching her change herself for him, but no matter how much you spoke to her, you couldn’t get her to realise that he was the one who wronged her.

You opened the door of the dorm building, groaning slightly when the summer heat hit you. The closest supermarket was four blocks away after you left the campus, and there was no way you were walking there and back in time to get your report done.

You decided to settle for a café that sat across the road for campus. It was small, and wasn’t going to have your groceries there, but Eliza could wait. You were hungry now, she was happy eating Alexander’s face.

You entered the café, going to the counter and freezing. The girl who stood behind it may have been the most beautiful woman you had ever seen in your life. You watched as she served the customer in front of you, beginning to panic.

You had never been good at conversations, even when you weren’t nervous. There was no way in the world you could walk up to that counter and speak to someone so incredibly good looking.

“Next please!”

You gulped nervously, walking forward to the counter.

“Hi, I’ll have a skinny mocha with a side of your number,” You said, blushing when you realised what had just come out of your mouth. “I mean… um…”

The girl in front of you laughed, writing your order down. “It’s okay. I’m not amazing at conversation either. I’m Maria,” She said, smiling at you. You felt the heat in your cheeks slowly disappear.

“I’m (Y/N),” You replied quietly, feeling around for the money that Eliza had given you. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, I’m gonna have to cancel that. I’ve lost my wallet.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. I can cover you on this one. Just pay me back the next time you come in,” Maria replied, smiling again.

“Uh… yeah.”

“As much as I’m loving talking to you, there are other customers behind you that I need to serve. You can wait over there for your coffee,” Maria said, pointing at the end of the counter. Your eyes widened.

“Oh! Um, yeah!” You replied, moving quickly to the end of the counter where several other people were waiting already. You kept your eyes on Maria the whole time, not realising your name had been read out.

“Um, excuse me? Are you (Y/N)?” The barista asked, tapping you on the shoulder. You jumped slightly.

“What? Oh, yeah. I am,” You replied, tapping your foot nervously.

“Well your coffees ready. You must’ve done something really well to get Maria’s digits,” He stated, going back to work. Your eyes widened. You grabbed the cup, smiling when seeing the writing on the side next to your name.

“Thankyou!” You said, walking out of the store happily. You took a sip of your coffee, raising your eyebrow when your stomach started rumbling again. It was then you realised that you had completely forgotten about the reason you had left your dorm in the first place. Food had completely left your mind, but it had been replaced by a much more beautiful sight. Maria Reynolds.

[Drawing of a stick-figure girl napping on a couch, drooling and holding a turkey leg. Above her is the word, “THANKSGIVING,” and below her, “The one day of the year spoonies can blame their need for a nap on turkey.”]

Happy Thanksgiving, my (American) POTSie peeps! I hope the holiday hasn’t been too rough on you, and I wish you many spoons for the upcoming season! 🦃

PRIDE || MAFIA!Seokmin [Chp 1]

BLURB: Sometimes we put on facades to seem stronger than we are, when all we need is someone to tell us they will hold our hand through it all.

GENRE: mafia!au, action, mystery, family

WORDS: 1688

PART: 1 | 2

You knew it was a bad idea the moment Wonho had brought it up in the dingy little store room that served as the gang’s “headquarters” while planning the next heist. It was still a bad idea now, three weeks later, as the four of you – Wonho, Hyungwon, Minhyuk and yourself – entered the badly-lit convenience store on the street corner, hiding switchblades and stink bombs in deep jacket pockets with the hoods up at 7:50 in the evening.

This was enemy territory.

You knew it, Wonho knew it, hell the whole gang knew it, and yet he still insisted on carrying out the plan anyway. The knuckle head. He thought that just because he was the supposed “leader” of the gang he could do whatever he wanted. In a way he could and no one had the right to question him. But if he wanted to live his sick dream of becoming top mobster someday he couldn’t just disregard the rules like this. It would get him killed and he would be dead long before he even gets a taste of what being a mobster feels like. Not that you were sticking around to find out. You were only there temporarily. Only for some food…

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