shoe shelves

I had a SU-related dream last night. I don’t remember all of it but it was set thousands of years ago on Homeworld. Gems had to buy shoes and what shoes they could buy depending on what kind of Gem they were. Basically, there were different shelves of different ranks and if you were a higher rank Gem, you had access to all the lower ranked shoe shelves too. Pearls only had one shelf and it wasn’t even on display because it was considered a waste of space (who would choose to buy those shoes?) so they had to specifically ask to see that shelf.

Anyways, Pearl had to get new shoes with a stipend from her unspecified owner Gem and also pick up their lunch (I guess this shoe store was in, like, a Gem mall [Gemall] because the lunch was from a food court). She had to ask for the lowest rank shelf, which she was really embarrassed to do.

But another Gem, who was also unspecified but I’m going to assume was Rose, had an arrangement with Pearl to give her her old shoes. And what they would do is cut the soles off her old shoes and attach them to the new shoes Pearl got, because I guess that’s where the quality difference was (low ranking shoes had little support, I think). They would do this secretly, of course.

And then my alarm went off and I woke up

Helping Hand (Part 2)

(Namjoon’s embarrassing encounter with you ends up making for an exciting first date.)

Warning: Masturbation, exhibitionism

It was 3:15pm.  Namjoon had left your apartment about 10 minutes earlier.  

An hour ago, you had never even considered dating Namjoon.  But right now you were prancing about your apartment like a giddy school girl.  You had been on plenty of dates before, but it had been a long time since you were this excited.  When he told you he liked you, it felt like the first time you had received a boy’s confession – back when you were shocked to find out that any boy liked you, let alone one as cool as Namjoon.

You skipped to your bedroom to start thinking about what you would wear tonight.  You had less than four hours to make yourself beautiful, might as well use every minute.  As you scoured your closet to find just the right look, you heard a phone ringing in the living room.  You looked at your bedside table to see your own phone sitting there silently.

You followed the sound to find Namjoon’s phone, half hidden behind a sofa cushion.  You noticed a missed call from someone called Boss-nim.  Figuring it could be an important work call, you headed over to return the phone to as quickly as possible.  As you approached, you saw Jin coming out of the apartment and closing the door quickly behind him.  You called out to get Jin’s attention.

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Empty Home (Youngjae)

Originally posted by chanssiopeian

Type: Angst

Request: Can you do a scenario with B.A.P’s Youngjae when he thinks you’re cheating on him because your ex keeps texting you so he thinks something is going on between the two of you. Can it have a lot of angst? Thank you😬

“Just tell me why the hell he’s texting you?” Youngjae growls “I don’t know” you told him for the seventh time now. “Every time you say that I know you’re talking shit” he spoke as you rolled your eyes. “I asked you a simple question. Why can’t you give me a real answer?” he almost yells “I gave you a real answer asshole” you shout at him. “It’s not my fault you’re an untrusting dick head” you yell at him. “Yeah? I can’t trust a fucking slut” he yells back as he took a deep breath and the two of you glared at each other.

“You told me that you would never be that guy” you told him as you grab your bag “yeah you told me you deleted your exes numbers as well. Looks like we’re both liars. What you keep them just in case someone dumps you? You need someone to crawl to?” he told as you clenched your jaw. “I’m done with your shit Youngjae. You’re a idiot no matter how it plays out” you said heading to the door and slipped your shoes on. “All your shit. Get it out of my apartment. I’m done” you told him as he went wide eyed. “What?” he said you ripped the chain from your neck and threw it at him, your first year together he bought you an expensive neckalce and had yojr name carved into it and everything. “I’m not fighting for a relationship with a guy who can’t trust me enough to know I wouldn’t cheat on him” you finish slamming the door shut.


You came home hours later seeing that the apartment was locked and the lights were off. You unlocked the door and the hardest thing you had to deal with happened. The amount of things that Youngjae kept here made a difference. His jackets weren’t on your rack. The shoe shelves were nearly empty. Pictures were off the wall of the two of you and were shattered in the trash. Your hand went over your mouth as you walked down the hall more seeing all the little things he left in the hall were gone. It was just so empty.

Opening the door to your bedroom you saw the closet was wide and his clothing were ripped from the hangers and they were everywhere, he didn’t bother cleaning them up. The bed no longer had the bear he gave you for last your, the one that played his voice when you missed him enough to squeeze its paw. Your couple shirt was laying on your bed as a way to mock almost.

The bathroom was no better. He took his products shampoos and even his tooth brush. He didn’t seem to miss a thing. You stripped yourself down and climbed into the shower. Turning on the water you let it hit your face as you back in the cold wall and you fell to the floor. You sobbed into your knees. You spent 4 years with him and he didn’t go after you, didn’t trust you, and didn’t leave much of a trace of himself in your home. It felt like you actually wasted four whole years of your life with someone who never loved you.


Once you were done you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel wrapping it around you before heading to the mirror to see how puffy your face had gotten. You looked at yourself closely before you noticed the ‘I love you baby’ on the glass in his handwriting. He liked to leave messages on the mirror for you so when you took a steamy shower you could see them. You let out a shaky breath before your hand hit the mirror and you feverishly wiped it from it. You let out a scream as you slacked the mirror ‘he was mocking you so much’ you told yourself as you saw how bad you looked and sighed deeply.


‘Youngjae announces his break up with girlfriend of 4 years’ ‘BAP’s Youngjae says bye bye to girlfriend after 4 years’ many articles and comments were attacking you now as his fans told you that you were never right for him and they thought he was only with you to make you feel better. Others said you were too ugly for him anyways, most of them were calling you names and very little cared about you in the end. You questioned what you should do with yourself now. You were hated and scared of what judgment would come once you stepped out of your apartment. But you couldn’t hide forever. Youngjae had to become your past and you had to be yourself alone again. 'You didn’t need him’ you promised knowing it was a lie but you had to tell yourself something. You needed to move forwards.


Youngjae laid on his bed in the dorm after not having the energy to move for days if felt as he played with the necklace he gave you. He felt so stupid for not trusting you, he was jealous and called you thing he didn’t mean. His eyes welled up as he opened the necklace up and looked at the picture of the two to you on your first date all those years ago. The little 'I’ll love you forever’ he had done meant so much more to him now as he closed it and clutched it close as he rolled into his side and let out a silent sob into his pillow.

He had so much planned for your 5 year that was only months away. He had the perfect ring picked, the perfect place, and the words he was going to say already done. But he no longer had a use for any of them now. He was alone and he didn’t know if he was going to be okay. He wasn’t used to being single anymore. He never wanted to be single again. He let out as much as he could onto his pillow as he let himself drift off into a almost dreamless sleep.

anonymous asked:

NASCAR anon here with another prompt, if I may. I need Military!Kara So like Kara's in the army and has her bomb dog kyrpto, she goes MIA. Kyrpto is sent home to cat and Carter. Carter is like super attached to this dog, and then they want to try and take him away. Cat won't allow that. Cue like 2 months of of fighting with lawyers and one day kyrpto is acting super weird, non stop barking. She lets him out and the barking stops. She looks out and it's Kara, cuddling him. Fluffy reunions

Hi NASCAR anon! I hope this will please you, I am not quite happy with it but I can’t seem to find another way around it so …
(I apologize for any mistake in there, it’s raw and I will probably have to submit it to a beta if I have to post it on AO3)

Here, have some angst with a happy ending!

“Mom, come on, we need to get going now!”

Carter Grant, already dressed up and closing his fancy winter coat up to his chin, is frowning at his mother and there is a disapproving scowl etched upon his childish features.

His mother, clad in a pair of casual but designer denim jeans and a floating, dark grey cashmere sweater, simply smiles sweetly at him before focusing back on her fashion dilemma. She’s standing in front of a closet, inside of which there are shelves and shelves full of shoes on display.

“Can’t you just like, grab one pair and then we can go?” Carter asks, already sounding defeated because he knows, better than anyone else, that Cat Grant will never do just that. The glare his mother throws at him from above her shoulder only confirms it.

“We are going to be late.” He sighs and then lets himself fall backward on the queen-sized mattress of his mother’s bed.

“Stop sighing and whining around, Sweetheart. We are not going to be late, we still have plenty of time. Her plane doesn’t land for another three hours and we do not need to wait in a crowded airport in the meantime.” His mother retorts with another meaningful glare but he sees sparkles of gold flicker in her green eyes, a tell-tale of impatience and anticipation.

“Fine. Fine.” He relents, trying his best not to sigh. He takes off his winter coat and then approaches the shoes closet, coming to a stop next to his mother.

He smiles at the memories flooding his mind when he considers the many, many shelves of shoes. He can practically name the creator and the collection for each single pair, with an approximate date of creation or first exhibition.

“Need a hand mom?” He asks with a smile and she simply nods.

He notices she’s smiling too.

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Maybe I’m a bad mom, but my kids do serious chores.

My 13yo is in charge of the kitchen.  He does all the dishes, and surface wipe downs.  If a dish gets put away dirty, it get pulled back out, handed to him and he rewashes it.  Our (rented) house comes with a dishwasher but it’s crappy so we use it for storage.  So he hand washes everything.  He does dishes every day.  It’s his only chore aside from his room, but it’s a bog one.  Now, when things get crazy in there he does get help.  We’re not cruel.  But the basics of keeping up on dishes are his job.  Some day when he’s married he’ll be able to help out in the kitchen.  He’s also being taught how to cook.  Simple things he’s mastered and can prepare on his own.  But he’s also involved in not so simple things.  He’s helped with every step of a full Thanksgiving dinner.  It’ll be awhile before he has to prepare that meal on his own.  But someday when he’s married, or making a home with someone he loves, if he wants to host a huge meal like that, he’ll know the steps and can assist his partner.  Then in a twist of fate.  I’ll clean up his kitchen for him.

My 9yo does laundry.  This use to be the 13 yo’s job until the 9yo got big enough and the 13yo took over the kitchen.  Now, we are a family of 5 and our clothes all get put in the same dirty clothes hampers. (we utilize three of them but they still all get mixed up).  So technically he does my laundry too.  But kid gets a lot of help.  I don’t expect a 9yo to keep up on laundry for 5.  Hell, I can’t keep up on laundry for 5.  It’s a lot of laundry.  He does it mostly during the day on the weekends, and I do it at nights when I’m up on tumblr all night or doing my school work.  By our powers combined, laundry gets done.  But he’s been taught how to sort, how to start a load, how much soap to add, what buttons to push, etc.  Then he switches it all out and he folds it coming out of the drier.  He’s not the best at folding adult sized clothes.  His wing span is too small.  But I don’t really fault him for that.  I do try to teach him tricks.  I also try to catch my and my husband’s clothes in the loads I do so he’s mostly doing kids clothes.  But by golly, the 9yo does laundry and when he’s making a home with someone, he’ll be able to help them with laundry too.

My 5yo doesn’t have a chore yet beyond her own room.  When she gets a few years older, she’ll help with laundry.  Then when she can adequately reach the sink, she’ll help with dishes.  She’ll split her time between the two.  Not doing half of either, just lightening the load of both.  My 9yo was doing dishes for awhile and he enjoyed it, but he has really delicate skin and the constant dish water was destroying his hands.  So he’s perma off dish duty.  When he’s grown he’ll know how and will fit the gloves better and can help if his mate wants him too.  That’s between them.  Anyway my 5yo will be just as loaded with chores as he brothers.  Dishes/kitchen and laundry being the big two.  Between the 3 of them, it should be no huge ordeal.  The husband and I of course stepping in when there reasonably needs to be adult help.

Bathrooms?  Basic picking up after themselves is shared.  Right now the scrubbing of the kid’s toilet and sink is done by the 13yo when needed.  Chemicals and all, the other two are too young.  Husband and I put the muscle into the shower.  As the 13yo gets older, he can help with that.  Then the 9yo.  Then the 5yo.  That’s their bathroom.  Husband and I have out own.  It isn’t unreasonable to expect them to keep their bathroom clean.

Bedrooms?  We are lucky and have a large enough rented house that they each have their own room and they are expected to keep their own space clean.  They make the mess, they clean it up.  The 5yo does get overwhelmed at times and she get direction and sometimes a full on parent run overhaul.

Living room?  Eh, we all keep this space neat.  As I pass something, I’ll pick it up.  Once a day the 9yo is suppose to straighten it.  The husband vacuums it daily.  The 5yo has not yet discovered modesty and changes in the middle of the living room so a couple times a day I have to get after her to pick up her clothes and put them in the dirty hamper.  Any dirty hamper.  Pick one.  We have three.

All three kids as they grow and in stages are being taught to pick up after themselves.  That everything we own has a home and when things are kept in their home the house is less cluttered and easier to live in.  Can openers live in the drawer, not on the counter.  Shoes on the shelves by the door.  

All three kids in stages and at ages are being taught the major chores so that when they are part of a household they created, they are a functioning adult and their significant other is thankful for the help.  No mate of my child’s is going to have to do all the household chores.

Maybe I’m abusive.  Maybe I just want what’s best for my kids.

Also, they have plenty of time to play.

The drier going off gets ignored when we’re in the middle of a cuddle puddle. 

But the Wii can also get paused for 5 minutes to fold a load really quick.

@dandelion-san you spoil meeeee

This AU is called Everyday Hero

  • Izuku was determined to be a hero. 
  • Naturally, he was crushed when the doctor told him he would never develop one. 
  • Quirkless. Quirkless. Quirkless. How could he be a hero if he was Quirkless?
  • “Oh, why are you crying?” 
  • Izuku looked up to see a concerned police officer looking at him. He wobbled, tears ready to come out in streams once more.
  • “Are you lost? Can I help you find your parent?” the officer asked. 
  • “I’m Quirkless,” Izuku managed to hiccup out. “I can’t be a hero!” 
  • “I’m Quirkless too,” the police offer said gently. “In fact, that makes you special.” 
  • The tears stopped. “Really?” Izuku asked. 
  • The police officer nodded. “Yes, only Quirkless people can join the Police Force for example. So maybe you won’t be able to be a Pro-Hero, but you can still be someone who protects the public. You don’t need a Quirk to help someone, whether it’s escorting an obaasan across the street, or helping a child. I don’t need a Quirk to help you, do I?” 
  • With that, Izuku’s entire worldview shifted. “Who are you, mister?” 
  • The police officer smiled. “I’m Tsukauchi Naomasa and you?” 
  • “Midoriya Izuku! Nice to meet you Tsukauchi-san.” 
  • Izuku would take Tsukauchi’s words to heart. He didn’t need a Quirk to help people. There were plenty of little things he could. If it meant helping people carrying their groceries to their homes, helping someone picked up their fallen items, whatever favor that requested, Izuku was there.
  • He swiftly grew a reputation as a reliable person in the neighborhood, someone who was always willing to lend a helping hand. 
  • Unknown to him, he also gain a protection squad lead by his mother and a certain police officer who makes sure no one unsavory abuses Izuku’s helpful nature. By the time Izuku is ready for high school, the entire neighborhood adores him. 
  • Due to the wide variety of different tasks Izuku helped out with, he absorbed a wide selection of skills and information. How many people do you know who know how to train a dog, fix a washer machine, navigate law books, build a cement wall, budget any entire week’s worth of food off the top of his head, sew, cook, repair leather shoes, makeup, restock shelves, random bits of medical advice, and more? 
  • Izuku loved helping people out because he learned so many new things.
  • Sewing was learn because of the crying girl who had her favorite stuff animal pulled apart by an older boy.
  • Medical advice was learn at the local pharmacy, from skin care to stomachaches, both the actual medical pills given to the home remedies. He learned that certain meds don’t work on certain people based on their Quirk. He also learned proper first aid there.
  • He learned to fix Moshita-san washing machine because she couldn’t afford a new one.  
  • The cement wall was because Sakurano-san’s one was falling apart. Sakurano-san own particular Quirk made it difficult to rebuild it by himself.
  • Makeup, acting, set building were because the local theater production was short on hands, then out of an actor and understudy due to an illness. He may have also learned how to build a firethrower in day because both the actor and understudy had fire Quirks needed for the play. 
  • Izuku’s dream, however, is to be a police officer just like Tsukauchi-san. 
Seismitoad Family Headcanons

(For @fangirltrash​! Apologies for the long wait!)

  • Trainers who allow their seismitoads to roam the house rarely invest in actual drinking glasses, and those who do keep them safely secured when they’re not in use. An irritable or overjoyed seismitoad may express its emotions by sending tremors through the earth and inadvertently (or purposefully, as the case may be) shattering some fragile objects. Plastic is safer. 
  • Palpitoad saliva used to be a key ingredient in many ancient glue mixtures. Even today, trainers that own palpitoads may sometimes tempt them to lick broken shelves or shoe soles to temporarily fix them.  
  • Tympoles were once used by old, riverside communities as part of an alarm system. These communities, understanding how the pokémon emitted sound waves at the sight of danger, would put metal forks outside their houses which were capable of resounding a tympole’s cries, reverberating them at a level the human ear could detect. This system would alert the communities as to any signs of unrest near the river.
  • Palpitoads and seismitoads gain speed when swimming by invoking tremors in the water around them, making it sway and rock and propel them forward. Without their ability to create vibrations, they would be as sluggish underwater as they are on land. 
  • Although seismitoads are supposed to be fed on insects, they have remarkable appetites and will eat almost anything. They have been known to snaffle burgers, swallow apples whole, and eat entire sacks of raw potatoes that they find long-abandoned at the backs of cupboards.
  • The tympole line does not croak. For the most part, they interact completely silently.
  • By gripping a person’s arm and sending vibrations through it, seismitoads are easily capable of breaking bones. Their superior abilities in shattering debris make them common to rescue teams, particularly those dedicated to the recovery of earthquake victims, trapped cavers, people affected by avalanches, etc. - anything that involves vast piles of scree.  
Hollow - Part Three

Genre: Angst

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Finale

Word Count: 2,429

Summary: He was always busy, leaving you feeling hollow.

Jimin nervously toyed around with his phone, flipping it over and over in his hands. It had been almost an hour since he sent you the text and yet you still hadn’t messaged him whether you were done with work or not. He unlocked his phone, staring at the message you had sent to him a while ago.

You: Fine, I’ll meet up with you once I’m done work.

Jimin let out a groan, his body dropping back onto his bed. To say he was frustrated was an understatement. JYP Entertainment still hadn’t released a statement on how credible the articles and rumors of you dating Jinyoung were. He didn’t understand why they wouldn’t have said anything as this would cause the fans to misunderstand. Unless you really were dating him.

All types of questions floated around in Jimin’s mind. Did you forget about him- opting to go out on another date with Jinyoung instead? Had you passed out somewhere due to overworking? Where were you?

Jimin let out a sigh- waiting here wasn’t going to help him at all. He quickly pulled on his face mask along with a hat to cover up his face. Jimin knew you didn’t like people barging into your home unannounced, always demanding at least a two hours notice, but he was desperate. The thought that you may have moved on was eating away at him and he needed to meet up as soon as possible.

“Jin hyung! I’m going out for a while,” Jimin shouted, hearing a faint agreement from Jin before slipping on his shoes. There was no way he would let you go so easily.

The boys all let out a collective groan once the music stopped, dropping to the floor. You chuckled at their behavior- Jackson faking his death, shooting you a death glare. 

“Good job! You guys have done well enough to earn a ticket out of my studio. Remember to keep hydrated!” you reminded them, nudging some of them as they exited the room. Jinyoung hesitated at the door, analyzing you.

“You okay? You seemed kind of off after the break,” Jinyoung mumbled, reaching forward to tuck in some loose strands behind your ear. You sighed, debating whether you should tell Jinyoung about it or not. It wasn’t like you two were dating, but there was definitely something brewing between the two of you.

“It’s nothing much, I just have an important meeting to get to. I’ll talk to you later?” you smiled, trying to hide how distressed you were. You definitely were not emotionally ready to go meet up with Jimin. Jinyoung seemed to understand, offering to at least drive you home. Jinyoung helped pick up your things, even insisting that he carry them for you.

You had noticed that, ever since the first date, he had personally requested to drive a separate car to drive you home after each lesson. “Oh yeah, how come your company didn’t get mad at you about those articles? It looked pretty bad to me.”

“They were a little pissed, but I managed to get it under control,” Jinyoung replied vaguely, making you groan. He wasn’t ready to reveal that he had to beg the company not to respond yet- wanting to win you over first. “It doesn’t matter that much, just get in the car already.”

Once the car came to a stop outside of your apartment, you gave Jinyoung a hug before leaving. You suddenly recalled Jimin’s text, completely forgetting to text him back. You groaned, tapping away at your phone.

You: Sorry, just finished work. Where do you want to meet up?

You prayed that it would take him a while to reply, giving you an excuse to take up more time than necessary until meeting him. Fishing your keys out of your bag, you unlocked the door and slipped off your shoes. 

That’s when you noticed something was wrong.

Beside your shelve of shoes was Jimin’s sneakers- a pair you had gotten him for his last birthday.

“Jimin?” you yelled, silently cursing yourself for forgetting that he had a spare key to your apartment. Footsteps started from upstairs and you crossed your arms, waiting for him to appear. You expected Jimin to come from upstairs with a sheepish grin on his face, ready to apologize for coming unannounced. Instead, you were shocked to see his face mirroring your angered expression.

“Why were you with him?” Jimin growled as he advanced towards you. You scoffed at his behavior. This is how he was going to greet you after his tour?

“Last time I checked, I didn’t have to report anything to you,” you snarled in return, watching the pain flash across Jimin’s face. Guilt bubbled up within you but you were too angry to be stopped.

“You’re quick to move on, aren’t you? I saw the articles, I just didn’t think it was true.” A mix of emotions filled you. Jimin was jealous because of Jinyoung’s presence and yet never made time for you.

“That’s just rich coming from you, Jimin. Do you know how many times articles about you and another girl would be released? You never even tried to clear up the misunderstanding with me- when I was your girlfriend- and you expect me to do it for you? We’re not together anymore,” you hissed, tears clouding your vision.

“I thought you would have trust in me! You obviously didn’t trust me if you were so easily swayed by a few articles done by people looking for money!” Once the words left his lips, a wave of realization crashed down on him. It was too late to take back those words.

“How can I have trust in someone who doesn’t give me anything to trust in? How do you trust someone who never tells you what’s going on? You never gave me anything to believe in! I was the one who had to smile through the promises you forgot!” You could feel your face heating up as you finished with, “You can’t trust someone who doesn’t show their love for you.”

Silence filled the room. Jimin looked stunned, mouth hanging helplessly open. He hadn’t wanted this to happen. He had came in hopes of patching things up, but everything flew out the window once he saw who had driven you home.
The thought of you with another guy killed him and he couldn’t contain the anger towards you for leaving him behind so easily. But watching you now, pain so raw and tears streaming down your face, he was sure this killed him more.

‘Maybe it’s best I just leave her alone…’ Jimin wondered, angry at himself for letting it get this far. ‘If only I had just loved her the way she deserved… This would never have happened.’

“You’re right, I don’t know what I was expecting coming here. I’m sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” Jimin made his way past you, gathering all of his things to leave. He stopped at the door, sparing you a glance. “Good bye, Y/N.”

The door slammed shut and you crumpled to the ground. Why did he have this effect on you? Why did he always leave this hollow feeling?

Jinyoung glanced over at you for the millionth time. You were spaced out, slouched against the mirror- not even noticing the small slip up he had made. You always cracked down on mistakes, no matter how small, to prepare the group for their performances.

The song came to an end, and you still hadn’t spoken a word. Mark moved over to Jinyoung, eyes shifting from Y/N to Jinyoung.

“Hey man, did something happen? Y/N doesn’t look so good,” Mark muttered, the rest of GOT7 crowding in.

“I don’t know, she seemed a little off yesterday, but not this bad. I’ll try talking to her.” The rest of the members backed off, giving Jinyoung and Y/N some privacy.

“Y/N, you okay? The song ended already,” Jinyoung chuckled nervously, taking a seat beside you. You jolted out of your trance, finally noticing what was going on.

“Oh shoot, sorry guys. Uh, I guess you’re done for today,” you mumbled, turning to Jinyoung. “I’m fine, just a little tired.” The other members awkwardly looked at each other, deciding that it was better to leave. They all exited, leaving just Jinyoung and you.

“Come on, Y/N. If you’re fine, let’s go out,” Jinyoung smiled, lightly nudging you. He hated seeing you so broken and worn down. You never let anything get to you, always brushing off the negativity. And yet here you were, completely broken and empty.

“I don’t know, Jinyoung. I’m not feeling too well,” you complained. The last thing you wanted was to drag Jinyoung’s mood down. He shook his head at you.

“Don’t worry, let me help you feel better. Just let me take you out, I swear it’ll make you feel better.” Jinyoung got up, helping you to your feet too. You sighed- what you wanted most was to stay at home, blocking out the rest of the world. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Fine, I trust you.”

Of all the things you expected Jinyoung to do, you didn’t picture your date taking place at a cafe. Jinyoung always brought you to such interesting places that you’ve never even seen that you assumed this date would also be as spectacular.

“Uh Jinyoung, are you sure this is the right place?” you asked, evaluating the cafe. It didn’t look too special- all the drinks seemed to be normal, the atmosphere the same as others. There was no special spark to the place. The whole place was dead, just Jinyoung and you there.

“Of course, didn’t I tell you to trust me?” he teased, earning some grumbles from you. Not that you minded the choice of location- you preferred casual places anyways.

Jinyoung waved over one of the servers, whispering something to her. You silently eyed how close he was to her and how her cheeks were tinted pink. Anyone would blush at the sight of Jinyoung. He was handsome and young, paired with a killer smile.

The server left to retrieve something and Jinyoung seemed to notice your tense expression. His eyebrows scrunched together in concern, but the smirk playing on his lips told you otherwise. He was totally playing around with you. You scowled at him in return, letting your attention rest on the window instead.

Finally the server returned, a different menu in hand than the others you saw at the tables. After casting a lingering gaze towards Jinyoung, the server left and Jinyoung leaned forward. “Take a look at the menu, I guarantee you’ll like the selections.” You rolled your eyes, picking up the menu anyways. You expected the same selection as the other menus but this one was completely different.

“’Ruff Day’? What kind of drink is that?” you laughed, cracking the first smile Jinyoung had seen all day. He chuckled along with you, daring you to order it. Thinking that it’d just be a latte with dog foam art on top, you definitely were shocked when your order came out.

A white Pomeranian dog came racing out of another room, straight towards you. One of the servers trailed behind the dog, setting down the drink you had assumed was coming out. Jinyoung couldn’t help but laugh at your shell-shocked expression.

“You know you can play with him right?” Jinyoung pointed out, watching as you practically leaped out of your seat to play with the dog. He just sat back and enjoyed witnessing you trying to win over the dog. It didn’t take long before you pulled him into playing with the dog and you both tried to gain the dog’s favor.

You two must have spent hours in the cafe- leaving once the sun started its descent. Both of you had been giggling while recalling moments in the cafe during the ride home- letting you momentarily forget about Jimin.

“You were right,” you confessed, Jinyoung giving you a confused stare. “I do feel a lot better, thanks Jinyoung.” He grinned at you, reaching over to pinch your cheek.

“Aw, Y/N is actually praising me,” he cooed, earning a heated glare from you.

The car pulled up to your apartment, and Jinyoung stopped you before you could leave. “Actually, I need to tell you something,” Jinyoung mumbled, cheeks heating up. You quirked an eyebrow, but nodded your head for him to continue.

“I know this seems kind of sudden, but after spending all this time with you, I know that what I’m feeling isn’t some sudden feeling that will fade. I’m pretty sure I’ve felt it for a long time, just never acknowledging it in fear of rejection,” Jinyoung started, feeling nervous under your piercing gaze. “What I’m trying to say is that I want those rumors to become a reality. I like you, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession and you were sure your cheeks were a blazing red. You couldn’t honestly say that you weren’t expecting something like this, but you always second-guessed yourself. Jinyoung was way out of your league, so why did he even want to date you?

“Uh…” you trailed off, trying to think of something to reply with. You wanted to say ‘yes’, but your heart still held onto Jimin. You didn’t want to ruin a perfectly good relationship because you couldn’t let go of Jimin.

“You don’t have to answer now- I know it’s sudden. Just consider me as an option, okay?” Jinyoung finished meekly, suddenly becoming shy. You smiled at him, before leaning over and pecking him on the cheek.

“Just give me a little time and I’ll give you my answer. Good night, Jinyoung.” You quickly got out of the car, not stopping to watch his reaction. It was the first time that you initiated a kiss, even though it was only on the cheek.

With your door firmly closed, you realized the upcoming decision you would have to make. You had to choose between Jimin and Jinyoung. The smart decision would be Jinyoung- he was caring, attentive and thoughtful. You had no doubt he would be sure to make time for you constantly. But Jimin was someone you had loved for over three years. He would not be easy to forget at all and you knew that somewhere in your heart you still loved him.

You groaned in frustration, leaning against the door. Two boys that held a special part in your heart, but only one could remain.

‘What do I do now?’

Rich Games pt. 21

Summary: School has never been anything but a time waste and game for rich boy, Yoongi.
Members: Yoongi x Reader (Appearances by EXO and BTS Members)
Type: Student! AU/ Drama/ Angst/ little Fluff
Length: 7,240 Words

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“Yoongi!” Kristy’s high pitched voice sent shivers down Yoongi’s back. She was the last person who he wanted to deal with. Especially so early in the morning. He had a tough enough weekend. Not only did he have to deal with his overbearing mother, but also with music block, and for some reason, he just wasn’t able to get you out of his mind. Ever since the party, he was feeling guilty for having got you into the whole mess with Suho. Although it wasn’t his fault that Suho had told his friends he slept with you, and it was best that you learned about it eventually. But if it wasn’t for the plan to get Suho to break up a fight, you most likely wouldn’t have heard about it, wouldn’t have been hurt, and wouldn’t have turned to alcohol. He could only imagine how bad you felt the next morning.

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NYE is drawing near, signaling the end of holiday revelry and the beginning of reflection of things we’d like to improve in 2015. Organization is often high on that list. 

Check out this simple DIY project that can be customized as storage for so much more than shoes. Add a coat of stain or a pop of fun paint and this can be a worthy addition to your New Years project list.

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Retail (Bucky x Reader) (Part 2)

Based on true events…

[Retail AU]

(Part one)

word count: 1170

Originally posted by suicidessquad

As Bucky witnessed his boss fling herself into the restroom he also watched as Maria sadly shuffled onto the floor out front to greet the dreaded four and a half lady. Frantically, he didn’t know whether to hang around towards the back or follow the poor old lady out front. He chose the latter, tailing Maria quietly to see just how scary the small footed lady was that made his boss jump a mile into the toilet. “Hello, how are you doing?” Maria greeted with a forced smile on her face, muttering under her breath to Bucky, but he couldn’t hear a single word she breathed out.

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Picture Perfect

Characters – Sam x Reader

Summary – The reader is stuck djinn-induced dream world

Word Count – 2,384

Warnings – Threat/implied self harm at the end; not a suicide attempt, but just trying to get out of the djinn dream. Not sure if that needs a warning, but better safe than sorry!

A/N – Written for the #SPN Creatures Challenge. Italics are the reader’s thoughts.  This is my first published SPN fanfic.  Please let me know what you think!  There may be a second part to come!

Tags - @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @cookingglitterfairy @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond

Originally posted by bitchandjerk

Your name: submit What is this?

You were still trying to figure out what was going on and where you were.  Blinking, you took in the large, airy kitchen and dining area you suddenly found yourself standing in.  The stainless steel appliances and a large granite topped island looked like they were directly from your “Dream Home” board on Pinterest.  There was also a large butler’s pantry next to a full wine rack.  You could see three framed pictures lining a shelf in the dining area and moved closer to examine them.   

In one photo, Sam stood behind you, grinning, with his arms wrapped around your waist.  Behind you, you could see what appeared to be an ocean and a beach.  In another, Sam and Dean were both sitting on the impala’s hood, with beers in their hand, laughing at something.  Looking at the last photo, you gasped; you and Sam were sitting on a leather couch, Sam holding a little girl of around two or three on one arm, with his other around your shoulder, while you cradled an infant. Dean and a pretty brunette were standing behind you with a pre-teen boy and a couple you recognized as Sam’s parents stood behind Sam.  All of you were smiling happily up at the camera.

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Retail Sneak Peek/Drabble Request

98. “Hold me back!’ - 3 anons and @namay 

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

As Bucky witnessed his boss fling herself into the restroom he also watched as Maria sadly shuffled onto the floor out front to greet the dreaded four and a half lady. Frantically, he didn’t know whether to hang around towards the back or follow the poor old lady out front. He chose the latter, tailing Maria quietly to see just how scary the small footed lady was that made his boss jump a mile into the toilet. “Hello, how are you doing?” Maria greeted with a forced smile on her face, muttering under her breath to Bucky, but he couldn’t hear a single word she breathed out.

“Uh huh,” the lady acknowledged as she looked among the shelves of shoes. “Do you have these in a four and a half?” she held up a taupe colored strappy sandal to Maria.

“I’ll check,” Maria replied, turning her back towards the floor as she moved back into the shelves. “This woman never buys and she always asks us to pull out a million different shoes.”

“Do you even have anything in a four and a half?” Bucky leaned against the wall as he stared at the small woman looking into the shelves.

“Nope,” she answered, walking back out to where the lady stood. She let out a heavy sigh as soon as she saw her, a sigh that only Bucky heard as he followed her again. In the customer’s arms were about eight shoes, waiting to ask poor Maria for more sizes. “No, smallest is a seven.”

“Well, let me try it on, just so I can get the feel of it.”

“Oh my God,” a quiet voice sounded behind Bucky, making him jump slightly in reaction. He turned to see (Y/N) standing behind him with her arms crossed. “Why am I not surprised?”

“How was your escape to the restroom?” Bucky joked, chuckling at her reaction towards the customer as he observed Maria getting more agitated by the second.

“How kind of you to ask, Bucky,” you laughed.

“Do you have any of these in a four and a half?”

“I’ll check,” Maria said robotically. Before she could turn around, a small smile shined on her face as she greeted the FedEx delivery brightly. “Steven, good morning!”

The tall, blonde haired man, parking his shipment cart right outside the store window before walking in with a smile on his face. “Hello, ladies. How many do we have today?”

“Just ten, not that bad,” (Y/N) replied in a high pitched voice as she gestured towards the pile of bagged shoes, making Bucky crinkle his eyebrows in curiosity at her reaction towards the FedEx guy.

“New guy?” the man by the name of Steven questioned (Y/N) with a nod.

“Yeah, Bucky meet Steve. Steve, Bucky,” she introduced them to each other as Maria squeezed past them to the back to grab the customer her shoes.

Before Bucky or Steve could utter a word in greeting to each other, the lady sitting on the couch annoyingly complained. “Are you the manager? Because what you’re doing is very rude and you can expect me to never come back here again,” she said as she threw her purse over her shoulder and stormed out of the store.

(Y/N) scoffed as soon as she left, yelling at Maria to stop looking. “I was about to ask you boys to hold me back because I was going to rip that bitch apart,” she joked, whispering out a quiet “shit” as she realized that she had cursed.

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