store-opening

love.exe | ch 7

Originally posted by kwoshi

chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7

summary: kyulkyung disappears, and now you, nayoung and wonwoo all have to attempt to find new jobs for the time being. jun becomes a stay-at-home android who receives a distress signal for the first time.

characters: android!jun/fem!reader, side wonwoo/mingyu, members of svt & pristin [non-idol verse]

genre: fluff, mystery

word count: 1.4k

a/n: welcome back to a chapter with actual plot development. sort of. dialogue heavy because shit happens in this chapter. sorry abt the shortness but MAN this chapter took too long and i had to get past this scene

other notes: n/a

It was gone.

Jun pushes the doors to the once-open convenience store, and they fall apart, the glass smashing to the floor. The four of you don’t react, still too stunned by the empty shelves.

“It’s gone…?” Nayoung asks quietly, stepping over the broken glass, looking back a few times.

“No way..” Wonwoo murmured, staring down at the broken doors.

Not bothering to step over the glass and injure yourselves, the four of you walked to the back.

It was puzzling, the store hadn’t been open for too long, but you’d imagined Kyulkyung would have at least given some sort of warning before she dropped off the face of the earth. The group chat hadn’t given you any closure to what was going on either, since she hadn’t replied.

With a quick twist of the doorknob, the shop’s back door opens to a nearly empty backroom. Random papers were strewn across the floor, and broken table parts littered the floor, like there’d been some kind of altercation.

“You don’t think they..”

Nayoung didn’t need to finish her sentence, because they all thought alike; did they finally take her?

Jun made a noise, and picked up a lone folder lying on the floor.

“Her papers are still here,” the android sadly replied.

He pocketed them, but standing in the remains of the empty establishment, you let out a breath.

“Time to find new jobs.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi Kaye. I would like to say that I love your art so much (I scream when a notification say you’ve posted something). When you talked about re-opening your store there was written “aka new enamel pins”, are those the Hat Dads pins? I would like to have those. I love your art so much that I would like to have a piece of it everywhere!

Yes!!! Hat dad’s will be available on my next one! Thank u for all the support 😭 💖💖💖

So during the eclipse I had a lot of weird but good luck.

I found this Link plush just sitting on top of some mirrors at work. He had to have been left there over night because this was during an early morning truck shift before the store was even open, so it’s not like I could ask around to see if anyone lost him. Needless to say he is mine now and home with me.

Because the eclipse happened on one of our truck days I thought I was going to miss out on it, especially since I didn’t have the glasses. But the truck was 3.5 hours late and one of my co-workers remembered she had a pair of the special glasses in her car. So the four of us took turns watching the progressing eclipse while we just did busy work waiting for the truck (which just sonhappaned to show up right after the eclipse reached what was totality for us here).

A fee days ago one of my tires went completely flat and I was dreading having to spend bill money just to get a used tire. But my mom insisted that I get a brand new one and gave me to the money for it. I went to this local car repair place my grandfather used to go to. They really liked him and missed him and were very nice to me when they found out I was his grand daughter. So now it looks like I have a new and fairly priced place to take my car in to!

The solar eclipse is supposed to be a great time to use spells that get rid of negative energy. I wasn’t able to do any spells because I had to work, but I have a good feeling my luck and energy is going to improve from now on.

You are shopping at the grocery store when a portal opens in front of you. A man jumps out. Looking around, he spots you and grabs you by the arm. “You,” he says, “This place isn’t sexy enough for you. You need to come with me.”

For beginner witches ✨

Learn the phases of the moon and what each phase contributes for you. Also, search up “tonight’s moon phase” and it’ll tell you what moon is there that night and tell you when to expect other phases!

PHASE CORRESPONDENCES
•full moon: love magick, charging, healing, banishing, cleansing, clarity
•Waxing gibbous: motivation, attraction, success, good health
•Dark/new moon: deconstructive magick, curses, banishing, soul searching, divination
•waning crescent: balance, success, attaining wisdom, atonement, illness
•last quarter: breaking bad habits, relinquishing, breaking curses, banishing
•waning gibbous: relinquishing, undoing bindings, cleansing, undoing curses

Use this for magick and making moon water. To make moon water you simply put some water under the moon, it’s okay if it’s cloudy, and you only need to put it out for an hour or more. Store it in a dark space.

Sun water: for ego, dignity, power, pride, self confidence and leader ship
Just leave water under the sun and store in a light/open area.

SIGILShttps://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/161188398036/the-sigil-wheel-is-a-really-good-method-decide

Candles! : buy them from the dollar store , it’s much cheaper there. I have a few witchy shops in my city as well and candles can be 60 cents each! Here’s a post for candle colour correspondences:

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162447536196/candle-color-correspondences

What type of witch are you? : Here’s a master post and it’s HUGE on types of witches with a detailed description:

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162495405231/lavenderwhisps-witch-types-master-post-jan-2016

No material spells: Here’s a few one word spells to get you started! :

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162295744726/one-word-spells

Secret witches master post:

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162517634026/master-post-for-secret-witches

Importance of salt in witchcraft:

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162295813361/the-importance-of-salt-in-witchcraft

How to cast a circle (many methods) :

https://wxtches-energies.tumblr.com/post/162283941001/a-pagan-path-now-that-ive-begun-working-more

Day One Hundred and Thirty-Six

-My girlfriend and I opened the store as the only cashiers, tag-teaming to perfection. She ran a lane with her superior “I Am Totally Awake And Ready To Be Here” face, while I handled the nitty gritty opening chores. Together, we easily conquered what would have alone been a devastating shift. There is nobody I would rather fall asleep at the register with.

-A man insisted on stowing his items within a set of drawers he had purchased. The fact that he had more items than he did storage space seemed an inconvenience, but I chose not to say anything, sure he would quickly notice. As I rang up my next guest five minutes later, I looked back, and wished I had said something earlier.

-A woman who was either in her teens or her forties spent her transaction making an impassioned case for the comedic value of Boss Baby. I always admire someone willing to stand for what they believe in, but I wholeheartedly admonish her choices in life that led to this point.

-Handing me a crumpled bag she decided she no longer wanted, a woman was devastated to hear me say it would be recycled. She declared this wasteful and very nearly took it back for her own purposes. I wish dearly that she had committed to this, as I am desperate to know the fate greater than recycling she feels this bag deserves.

-“I’ve never been carded at Target,” a thirty year-old woman said, as I did just that. I thought nothing of it at first, but after looking at her wizened and worried face, I became concerned that I had blown her cover entirely. What that cover was, I am unsure, but blowing it seems to have been the worst outcome this transaction could have had.

-I came across a basket full of fidget spinners in emblazoned with varying designs. The Superman spinners, the Justice League spinners, and even the plain label spinners, however, were all marked solely with the Superman emblem. I know not how he has risen the ranks to become the default design of fidget toys. That being said, I do believe this is how the plot of Injustice got rolling, so I know now to prepare for the uprising.

-When asked how he was today, a man told me that he was doing great, but he hoped to get over that soon. As a longtime mental roommate of chronic depression, I am ready and willing to get Freaky Friday with this man, giving us both just what we want.

-After her purchase, a woman declared that her cart should be shot. I have no other context, but I do trust her judgement, and I now shall carry out her sentence on my break.

-A mother coached her inexplicably green-faced children to hide their unwanted toys behind the candy shelves rather than hand them to me. I believe them to be the most notorious crime family in southwest Virginia. As they left, one of the boys offered me a high-five. I accepted the gesture, and with it, a membership in the Family. Please leave a comment below if you would like to hear my upcoming Mafia Crime Spreetales.

-I met an undercover time traveler who revealed herself as such through her “It’s Twenty Fourteen Time” sweatshirt which fell just short of subtle. I only hope she can make it back from this recon mission in time.

-Moments after I turned my lane’s light on, a woman approached my lane. She double-checked that I did not need more time to prepare for guests, then, after I said I was ready, she triple-checked, just to be sure. This level of consideration is nigh unrivaled in my experience, and I appreciated it greatly. Her purchase then rang up at barely half of what she expected, proving what I have always said about Cosmic Cashier Karma to be true and setting an example for all.

-I left my lane for twenty minutes to complete a training in the back of the store. Upon my return, I found my register covered from its proverbial head to its proverbial toes in deep purple fingerprints. I will spend the rest of my days working to uncover what I have missed, and how it went so very, very awry.

-Today, I noticed that I have many more Retales than an average shift. More things have seemed spectacular to me, more things have seemed thrilling, more things good and pure and joyful. The reason for this is simple enough: my partner in all things stationed by my side. This makes sense, as my girlfriend has long been my inspiration and the reason I am so prone to looking on the bright side. I hope to have more days like today, and as long as I have her, I know this hope will be fulfilled.

Come Back to Me (Part Four)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Angst
Warnings: Car Accident, Kinda Claustrophobia, Injuries/Bruising, Crying

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

Ever since the night Peter hadn’t come to your house because he was taking care of May two weeks ago, he made sure to send you a text every night to tell you he would be coming over. It made you feel guilty for making him feel bad, but you couldn’t help but be relieved every time your phone vibrated with a text from him.

Tonight when he texted you, it read about a car chase that he was going to try to stop. He said that he probably wouldn’t be over until late, and you sighed, moving from your bed to make yourself another cup of coffee to keep your tiredness at bay.

You walked into your kitchen, thankful both your parents were out of town on a  business trip so you could make all the noise you wanted to. You turned the coffee machine on, waiting for it to heat up, and you opened the cupboard to take out the bag of coffee grains.

You were met with an empty cupboard. You groaned and threw your head back in annoyance, realizing you would have to go out and buy more coffee. Knowing Peter wouldn’t arrive for a while, you decided to take the trip to the convenience store. You went into your room, opening your bedroom window just in case Peter finished earlier than he said he was. You grabbed some money and slipped on a sweatshirt and shoes before venturing off into the dark night.

You warily watched your surroundings as you made your way down the multiple streets towards the convenience store, knowing that someone who Peter would usually go after on a night like this could be lurking around you.

Your nerves stayed on edge until you reached the store with the glowing “Open 24/7″ sign on the door. You allowed yourself to calm down as you walked inside, murmuring a small ‘hello’ to the half-asleep person at the counter who startled awake when the bell over the door rang. You calmly strolled the aisles, looking for the coffee, not in a rush so you could try to waste the time until Peter would be done with his crime-fighting for the night.

When you finally found the aisle with the multiple brands of coffee, you grabbed the bag you always bought and made your way to the counter. The employee only looked mildly annoyed that you had woken him from his nap, but you chose to ignore his slight glare as you reached into your sweatshirt pocket to fish out the ten dollar bill you had grabbed before leaving the house.  

You pulled it out and handed it over to him, and your hand was still in mid-air when you heard a loud screech outside of the store. Both yours and the employee’s heads turned towards the front of the store to look through the large glass windows. The sight in front of the store made you gasp, and the money in your hand fell to the ground beneath you. 

Two cars sped through the street coming towards the convenience store, and behind them, was Spiderman. He swung from buildings, trying to catch up to the fast-paced cars. He reached the one closest to him and knocked the driver out, but the car lost control without anyone operating it and slammed into the first car. The cars neared closer and closer to the convenience store as the shock of the second car slamming into the first one registered onto the first driver’s face. The surprise distracted him, causing him to turn around and look at the damage, but he didn’t have enough time to turn before the convenience store doors were right in front of his face. 

Spiderman was behind them, trying to web the car backwards before it could make impact, but it was too late. 

You watched as the cars neared closer, and you tried to run to the other side of the store so you wouldn’t be in the direct line of damage, but it seemed as though it happened in seconds.

The cars were too quick, and you watched them smash through the storefront and into the first three aisles of the store. You were in the fourth aisle. The impact caused a domino effect, each aisle falling backwards onto each other, and the third falling onto you. You fell to the ground, yelping as you slammed to the ground and felt an immediate, painful weight on top of your back. 

You began to panic when you tried to move but couldn’t budge. You tried to lift yourself up, but the weight of two aisles-worth of shelves on top of you was too much for your strength. The panic led to fear, and the fear led to tears forming in your eyes as you still struggled to move. 

“Help!” You yelled, beginning to sob when you heard nothing in response. You were sure the boy at the counter had escaped through the back door. You were all alone.

“Help!” You screamed louder, hoping for someone to hear you. You knew Peter wouldn’t just leave something like this as his duty as Spiderman. He would have to come in and see if anyone was hurt. He would have to.

“Help, please,” you said, the volume in your voice lowering as your sobs overwhelmed you. “Peter,” you cried even harder, waiting for him to come and save you. “Peter, please,” you began to hyperventilate as the thought of being trapped under here for a prolonged period of time entered your mind.

You sobbed and cried and yelled for who knows how long until you heard his voice. “Hello? Is anyone in here? Hello?” He sounded panicked as well, and you were sure he had heard the loud sobbing from inside the store with the enhanced hearing his suit gave him.

“Peter!” You sobbed loudly, and you were met with silence for a few moments, until you heard a soft, “(Y/N)?”

“Peter,” you replied, still sobbing, but you began to feel relief after hearing his voice. “Peter, help me. Please.”

You heard him rustle around, trying to find the source of your voice. “I’m coming, (Y/N), it’s okay. I’m right here.”

You continued to cry until you heard him come closer to you. “I’m gonna lift this up now, okay?” He said with a calm voice, though you were sure you could hear some panicked undertones mixed in.

“Okay,” you said, voice shaking and cracking. When you felt your back be relieved of the weight, you expected to be relieved of pain along with it. You were wrong. If anything, the pain was worse without the heavy weight to distract you from it, and you cried out as various spots in your back began to throb with pain.

“Are you okay?!” Peter asked, the panic more evident in his voice. 

“It hurts,” you cried, moving your sore arm to hold your back now that it wasn’t trapped down anymore. You heard a loud crash and looked up to see Peter had pushed the two aisles to the opposite direction. He knelt down next to you, and although you couldn’t see his facial expression through the mask, you could tell by his shaky breathing that he was worried.

“I’m gonna try to pick you up now, just stay still for me,” he whispered and wrapped one arms around your legs. He wrapped the other around your back, and you cried out again, but he didn’t move his arm. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered, the panic in his voice now replaced with heavy guilt. He stood up with you in his arms, and the movement made the pain in your back even worse, but you bit your lip to try to silence the whimpers. You continued to cry. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I’m right here, (Y/N),” he whispered to you, but you kept on crying. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look at me for a second,” he said, and you looked up at him to see him pulling up the mask to his forehead. “I’ve got you, okay? I’m right here with you. Now stop crying,” he began to whisper, and he pressed his forehead against yours. This was the closest you had ever been to him, and it served as a good distraction. Your tears began to stop. “Just hold onto me, okay?” 

You hummed a quiet “mhm”, and Peter pulled his forehead away from where it was resting against yours. He pushed his mask back over his face, and as he ran out of the store, you looked at the damage behind you. You noticed both of the men webbed inside of their respective cars, one conscious and one not, with a note on the first car. You couldn’t bring it in yourself to try to read it. 

Peter adjusted his grip on you to only one arm wound tightly around your waist as he used the other to swing from building to building quickly. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, not wanting to see the distance between the two of you and the ground. You kept your head tucked into his neck, and when you felt him softly land on ground, you looked up to be met with your bedroom.

Peter gently set you down on your bed, and you winced when his arm grazed your back as he set you down. He turned around, ripping his mask off his face and throwing it onto your desk. He turned on your lamp and closed your bedroom door. He leaned his head against the door, his back facing you, breathing heavily. He stayed that way for a few minutes, and although it may have been silent to him, your heartbeat in your ears was beating too loudly for you to have realized he began to speak.

He had turned around and was now looking at you with furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes. You turned your head toward him. “Did you say something?”

“Turn on your stomach,” he said, walking to your bedside. You followed his words, grimacing as you turned around. You breathed heavily, clenching your teeth to not make any noises that showed your pain. “Can I lift your shirt up a little bit?” He asked, and when you nodded, you felt his hands lift your sweatshirt up a small amount. You suddenly felt nervous, and your bedroom felt all too small for only the two of you. 

Peter breathed out heavily from behind you and you turned your head to look at him. You saw the guilt evident on his face. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he whispered, clearly trying not to cry. “This is all my fault.”

“Take a picture of it, I want to see it,” you said, handing him your phone from your sweatshirt pocket. You noticed it was now slightly cracked, and you sighed, knowing it was from the impact of falling to the ground. He took it from you, taking the picture and handing it back to you.

You gasped when you saw the image on the screen. Your back was covered in small cuts everywhere, and the entirety of it was already starting to become purple. You sighed, turning around again and wincing. “It’s not your fault, Peter.”

He shook his head, opening his mouth to speak, but he closed it when you took his hand in yours. You tugged his arm towards you, signaling that you wanted him to get into bed next to you. He let go of your hand and turned your lap off before stealthily crawling over you without touching you. He laid down beside you. You turned on your side to lay your head on his chest, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders when you did so. 

You didn’t care that this was probably crossing every boundary you had set in your mind about him, but you didn’t care. You needed the comfort right now.

“Thank you for saving me, Peter,” you whispered into the darkness. You heard him sniffle from above you, and you wiped at your cheeks to get rid of the stains of dried tears.

“I’m sorry this happened to you,” he whispered in reply. “I never wanted me being Spiderman to harm you in any way. This happened because of me.”

“No, it didn’t,” you said in return, slapping him lightly on the chest to try to make light of the situation. He didn’t laugh, and you sighed. “You were trying to get dangerous people off the street. And you succeeded, you caught them. It just took a slightly wrong turn. But everyone is okay.”

“You got hurt,” his voice cracked and he turned his head away from you to face the wall. 

“I’m okay, Pete,” you whispered, lifting your head up and lightly turning his head towards yours with your hand. “You were the one who got me out of there. You saved me, okay?”

He sniffled again, a tear falling down his cheek. You wiped it away.

“Why are you crying?” You were still whispering, and the two of you still stared into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt,” he said, and looked down to avoid your eyes. You thought you could see a light blush on his cheeks, but it was too dark to tell. “Hearing you cry and yell my name like that, it just- I don’t like seeing you hurt.”

“Peter,” you said, slightly louder. He looked back up at you. “It’s just some bruises. They’ll go away.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding, trying to convince himself. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

He looked away again, clenching his jaw to prevent himself from crying anymore. You rested your head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat through the suit. The two of you laid there in silence, resting, and as you began to feel yourself doze off in his arms, he moved from under you. He began to take his arm away from around your shoulders, and you were wide awake instantly. 

“Where are you going?” You asked groggily, pressing a hand down on his chest to keep him from moving. You couldn’t see him in the darkness, but you were sure he was bewildered. 

“I, uh, I was gonna head back home,” Peter whispered.

You moved your hand up to his shoulder, grasping it lightly. “Not yet. Please just stay a little longer,” you whispered in response. “Please.” You could see him nodding back.

“Okay,” he said softly, wrapping his arm back around your shoulders and resting his head back on the pillows. 

“Okay,” you said, resting your head on his chest again. You dozed back off, and the last thing you could remember was Peter pressing a kiss to your forehead and whispering, “Goodnight.”

When you woke up in the morning, he was still next to you.

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Alright guys, I’m not going to lie. I really like how this one turned out. I’d love to know what you guys think about it. Feel free to also let me know if you’d want another part :) Requests are open!!

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anonymous asked:

Are you still planning to release/sell copies of Rootbound online? I've been checking so I don't miss an announcement! Also your work is GORGEOUS.

Our store will be opening again tomorrow with Root Bound available for purchase! As well as a new zine <3 There will be a more formal announcement tomorrow! But thank you for the continued interest 😭💖

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22/30 dailies

I really like the headcanon that Yagi has to eat like- frequently in small amounts, because of his stomach injury, but he never bothers to stick to it. Someone gotta make this man care for himself better >:I

Prompt:  Would it be okay to ask for Might/Inko, or Deku/Urahara? Something where the couples are trying to encourage and support each other. I know some people aren’t into het, so if you wanna pass on these, it’s cool.

The struggle was real with Inko, her face is so overworked and I’m STILL not ok with it but its coming up to 1am and I need to sleep (as always…) I also for some reason decided to draw an angle on the scene, thinking ‘yeah! I’ll get some cool perspective in there’ not thinking ‘hey what about that part of the sink that’d be attached to the invisible wall in front of them?’. So uh, transparent cupboards are the new thing? In stores now?

I’m still open for prompts, but I do have a lot that I wanna do already, so bear it in mind :)

Crash & Burn

THANK YOU FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! I actually reached it on Lance’s birthday, but I was posting something else to celebrate for that, so here’s my celebratory fic for this.

I don’t know why writing AUs has been my jam lately, but I… decided it’s been too long since I threw some angst your way. So… the majority of my upcoming writing is angsty. Oops. This is the first of two parts, by the way, and it’s a college AU unrelated to my others. Catch it on AO3 if you prefer to read stuff there all my other writing goes up there, too.

Summary: When Keith’s car breaks down, he has to resort to calling Lance to help him out, since everyone else is busy. Keith is suprised that Lance is actually willing to help, but then… he doesn’t show up.

Or the one where Lance gets into a car accident while coming to help Keith, and it’s actually not his fault.


Keith was beginning to think that the universe hated him.

Sure, everybody gets bad luck, but his life was just getting ridiculous at this point.

Of course the car had to break down. Keith was only using it because his motorcycle had stopped working last week, so the old pickup was all he had. And of course everyone else was busy. Then again, that’s why he’d chosen to run errands that night. Because all his friends had plans.

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