#love that at the mall you not only have to know what you’re store sells but have an idea about what others do too

[the-lavender-clown]

Guy came into work today and asked if we had any shadow plushies and unfortunately we don’t and the build-a-bear upstairs (I work in a mall) was out (of course) so after he said he checked the one other store I could think of I just told him to go to the Round 1 and there should be one in one of the claw machines and I told him how to lock the claw when it grabs so the moment of going up doesn’t jostle it free

[yok00k]

seasons: pink

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pairing: p.sunghoon x acubi!oc

genre: fluff, drabble

summary: shopping w/ sunghoon

warning: too sweet!

word count: 919

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“Earth to sunghoon??” you say, waving your hand in front of your boyfriend’s face, who’s been zooming out for a while. he’s all dressed up and ready to go since ages ago. meanwhile, you take at least two hours to get ready and have more than five steps of skincare routine plus some makeup. he did everything that he could possibly do to not get bored while waiting for you.

walk back and forth from the living room to your bedroom more than 50 times? check. water the plant sitting on the most random spots of your apartment? check. pet and play with coco, your tiny shih tzu dog? check. yet he’s still ended up sitting up at the edge of your bed, staring at the air.

you further try to get his attention by planting a few kisses on his left cheek, which leaves an easily noticeable lip tint stain on his smooth skin. resulting in your sudden action, he moves from his frozen state.

sunghoon blinks twice, bringing himself out from detaching himself to reality. “you ready?” he asks, clearing his voice while examining your cute all-white outfit, which matches his all-black casual attire. he also notices the makeup you put on today, a simple ‘igari’ style makeup that highlights lots of rose pink blush on your soft cheeks.

cute, totally his type

“yes! thanks for waiting for me” you respond with full energy. of course he’ll wait for you. no matter how long he has to wait for. it’s not like he could just leave you and execute today's plan all by himself. he wouldn’t leave you alone. even if he has an option to. in addition to that, he loves spending a solid quality time with you.

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since warm weather is slowly approaching , the today’s plan is to shop around for summer clothes. you two have been planning on going to one of the few nicest outdoor outlets around. the only downside is it’s a couple of hours drive. but they have everything you could possibly look for: cute stores, high quality clothing stores, nice bakeries and bubble tea shops, and many more. for that reason, you are willing to be in the car for two hours. this is your idea after all.

the first thing you knock out of your to-do list as you arrive you destination is to grab a refreshing bubble tea. after that, you and sunghoon began roaming around. your wrist acts to its second nature as it automatically entangled with his. sunghoon isn’t really a fan of pda, but he wouldn’t mind having his hand intertwined with yours. he actually enjoys it a lot, but he would never ever admit it or say it out loud.

today is such a bright day.

in the midst of walking in the open air mall, sunghoon confusedly turns his head when you abruptly come to a halt, followed by hearing a loud gasp from you. he’s about to ask what’s wrong but as soon as he looks at what you’re staring at, he understands right away. you lead the way quickly towards the front of the store.

“i’ll just see what they have inside real quick, I won’t take that long” you reassure him, grabbing a mini basket, just in case you end up buying something tiny. he just follows and stays right behind you like a lost puppy.

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there’s no such thing as “real quick” especially when shopping with you. and sunghoon knows that for a fact. he’s even surprised that it only took you 40 minutes to roam around that small store given the fact that you love examining every cute thing the store sells. you would ask for his opinion here and there, only for you to return the items back because you don’t really need those things. still, you’re pleased by how pretty they look. after looking at every product, you ended up only buying two things: a couple of decent size miffy night lamps. one for you and one for him.

“look, I got one for you!” you mutter, swinging the paper bag in front of him.

“for me?” he asks dumbfoundedly, he didn’t even realized that you bought two of the same item. you reply with a nod. “yup, they’re the same thing so we can match” you explain, wrapping your hands to his arm as you proceed to your next stop. before he could even react, he’s being dragged by you elsewhere.

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“this one, this one, this one..” you mumble to yourself, fully concentrating on picking oversized t-shirt that would look good on sunghoon. so far you have three different color of shirts in your hand. a sky blue, white, and light pink. he typically dislikes pink but it would look great on him.

“try these on, I will look for more” you softly instruct him as you handle the clothes.

“pink?” he utterly baffles, not liking the idea of trying on the particular shirt.

“trust me, it’ll look good on you”

sunghoon is about to disagree, but he chooses not to. he’s in love you to the point where he’s going to do whatever you ask him to do, even if it’s against his liking as such color of a damn shirt. he won’t listen to anyone. but he’s willing to listen to you.

he ended up trying it. it wasn’t as bad he thought it would be. maybe wearing pink isn’t that bad, solely because the girl he loves says so.

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a/n: i’m making a series of this couple<33

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Savior

Pairing: Cop!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: angst, being taken hostage at gunpoint, fearful of your life

Request by @jessicalynnann: What about cop/detective dean and him and the reader are in an established relationship and she owns a cute little bakery… well what if something happens like she gets attacked but doesn’t tell him and he finds out and is upset but comforts her… 

Summary: You have a little bakery that is your pride and joy and a boyfriend on the police force who you're so proud of. He doesn't have a lot of dangerous cases until one day, three gunmen decide to take a bank hostage. A bank that is a couple of blocks from your bakery.

Square Filled: criminal au (2022) for @spnaubingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You have to bake two dozen cupcakes, a two-tier cake, and a half dozen cookies before the end of the day and you’re working as hard as you can to get that done. You have flour on your apron and face, quiet music is playing from your speaker, and you have your hands elbow-deep in a bowl of batter.

The bell on the front door rings signalling someone walked into your bakery store, and you try to peek out of the room to see who it is.

“I’ll be right with you!” you call out. “Give me one minute!” The person doesn’t wait for you to come out to them so they walk into the kitchen. You’re about to yell at them when you see who it is. “Dean!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he grins.

Dean is a respected cop that everyone knows. He has been on the force since eighteen, and he’s only gone up from there. He walks behind the counter and kisses you even though some of the flour gets on his face.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, I can’t stop by my girlfriend’s bakery?” You raise an eyebrow at him and he laughs. “No, I just wanted to say hi on my break.”

“Hi,” you smile. “Today has been hectic and I haven’t been open for nearly an hour. I just got this big order in for a birthday party this weekend. I’m trying to get as much as I can done so I don’t have to do it later.”

“Where’s Maria?”

“Coming in late. She has a sick kid at home, and her husband won’t be able to pick him up until after ten.”

“I was going to take you out for lunch but I can come here.”

“No, Maria can hold down the fort for an hour. I’d love to go out to lunch with you.”

“Okay.” He grabs one of the fresh muffins you made and takes out a ten dollar bill which he sets on the counter. “I’ll be back at twelve.”

“Hey, I don’t need your money.”

“It’s stealing. I’m a cop. I uphold the law,” he grins. He leans down and kisses you. “I love you.”

“I love you, too!”

Right before Maria shows up, your bakery filled with customers who are hungry for your sweets. With her at the register, you can focus on the big order which you’re almost done making the batter for. This whole bakery idea is all because of Dean. When you two were in high school, he encouraged you to continue bake. The school held a bunch of bake-offs which you participated in, and everyone fell in love with your food.

Starting junior year of high school, you started selling your baked goods for cheap until you got orders from practically everyone. His family owned a section of a building in the mall for their seasonal work, so they let you use it when they weren't. When Dean became a cop, you made cookies and cupcakes for all the officers in the office.

Being a cop is something you wished Dean didn’t pursue because it’s a very dangerous job, and you’re always worried that he’s not going to come home. He’s mostly a beat cop who does a lot of desk work and will occasionally do the big things like drug busts and hostage situations but those are far in between.

You don’t like it but you know he’s the best person for the job. He’s determined, he loves helping people who can’t help themselves, and he has a passion for the job. Just like you.

Noon comes faster than you think it does, and you start to clean your work space so that when  you return from lunch, you can start with a clean area. Dean walks in through the front door just as you’re finishing up.

“Y/N, Dean is here,” Maria calls from the front.

“Coming!” You put the dirty rags in the small hamper and take off your dirty apron. There is some flour on your clothes but not enough to cause you to not go out in public. That’s the reality of being a baker. You have flour on everything you wear. “Where are we going?”

“Razzio’s.”

“Italian food. Yum,” you giggle. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Have fun!” Maria smiles.

Razzio’s is located in the same block as your bakery so you two walk over there. The owner knows Dean from when he stopped a robbery fromt aking place, so now he gets free meals and discounts when he comes in. Dean still pays full price for the food even though Razzio doesn’t always take it.

“Dean! Welcome in!” Razzio greets.

“Hey, Raz. Got a table for me?”

“Of course. Window okay?”

“Perfect.”

Dean likes to try everything on the menu so he has Razzio cook him up something new every week without ordering, and every week, you end up loving what he brings to the table. It’s not unusual for Razzio not to lay menus down for you.

“So, I was thinking this weekend, we can take some time off,” Dean says.

“Like a getaway?”

“Yeah. My family has a cabin up north that I’d love to take you to.”

“It will be nice to relax instead of worrying about what orders I need to prepare for next week.”

“See? Win-win.”

“You’re a dork,” you giggle and kiss him.

Razzio is perfect like always, and you walked away with a free meal. What Razzio doesn’t take, Dean leaves as a tip for him. You walk back to your bakery hand-in-hand with a full stomach and a happy heart. You reach his police car when the radio he has strapped to his shoulder crackles to life.

“Unit 27, I got a 10-31 in progress. All three subjects appear to be armed. Please respond.”

10-31. You’ve been with Dean long enough to know that it’s a robbery. Subjects being armed means they have guns.

Dean grabs the small radio and presses the button to respond back.

“Unit 27 responding.” He turns to you. “I gotta go.”

“Please be careful.”

“Always,” he winks.

He kisses you goodbye and hops into his police cruiser. You watch him peel out of the parking lot before going back inside. It seems like not a lot of people have come in while you were gone so nothing bad happened. You resume your baking in the kitchen and slide in two batches of cupcakes into the oven when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Something isn’t right.

You walk carefully to the closed kitchen door and peer out of the small window to see three men with big guns inside the store. Maria and the other customers huddle together in fear. Are these the three subjects the same ones that the dispatcher was warning Dean about? How did they escape? Why did they come here? Are they looking to steal some food?

You take your phone out and dial Dean’s personal cell and place it to your ear. Pick up, Dean, pick up. Come on, pick up. You get his voicemail because he’s probably busy with the situation he got called away on.

“Dean, I need you here. There are three men with big guns in the bakery. Please hurry. They might be--”

“Hey!”

You look up and lock eyes with one of the suspects. You quickly hang up and duck down but he has already seen you. The man storms into the kitchen and grabs your arm tightly. You’re thrown off balance that your phone is dropped when he drags you out where everyone else is. You don’t struggle to get away in fear of being shot and let them tie you up.

“Are you the owner?” the leader asks. You nod because you have tape over your mouth. “Where’s the money?” You shake your head and he cocks his weapon. “Where’s the fucking money?!”

You mumble something underneath the tape, and one of the them rips it off you.

“Fuck,” you hiss at the pain. “I don’t have a lot of money. You’re wasting your time here.”

“No, you see, I know you have money. I see you leave this store every day with a bag full of it. Where is it?”

“Not here.”

Like hell you’re going to tell them there is a big safe hidden behind a picture frame in the abc with a bunch of cash stored there. You have most of the cash in the bank but you keep a chunk of it here for emergencies only. You’re not going to give them your hard earned money.

“Okay.” The leader points his gun at you and Maria cries where she sits. “You have until the count of three to tell me where the money is or I blow your fucking head off. Deal?”

The fear has sunk in and you start crying not only for you but for everyone else here. MAria is such a good mother and wife, she doesn’t deserve to be killed. Every customer in here has a life, someone they go home to. You cna’t do that to them. You have no idea if Dean got your message so you can’t rely on him to be here and save you.

“One.”

You look up to answer when you spot someone moving behind him. You look and see Dean’s beautiful green eyes looking into yours. He has four other cops with him that snuck in through the back.

“Two.”

He puts a finger to his mouth to tell you to keep quiet, and you look back at the man who is threatening you with a gun.

“Thr--”

“Wait! I’ll tell you!” you gasp.

“I’m waiting.”

“Okay. If I tell you, you let them go. They have nothing to do with this,” you gesture to the other hostages.

“We’ll see. Where’s the fucking money?”

You look behind the three gunmen and notice Dean and the other cops come out quietly with their guns out.

“Right behind you.”

The leader turns right into the barrel of Dean’s gun. He goes to raise his own to fight but notices the other four cops with guns on them. They are outnumbered and they don’t want to die.

“Man, you three were hard to catch. Why’d you come here?” Dean chuckles. “Lower your weapons. All of you. Turn around with hands behind your backs.”

The three men do as they’re told, and three officers put them in handcuffs. Another ones goes over to the hostages and starts to get the out of their ties while Dean rushes over to you.

“Oh, my God, Dean,” you cry.

“I’m right here, baby. You’re okay. You’re safe now.” Once free, you get up and run into his arms. You break down crying and he smoothes down your hair in comfort. “I’m right here. You’re okay now.”

One of the cops calls for backup so that the gunmen are taken away in three separate cars. Paramedics come to check everyone out, and the money that the gunmen took is being processed to return back to its owners.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. They didn’t hurt us. Well, one of them grabbed my arm hard but I don’t think it’s enough to form a bruise. I didn’t think you got my message. I didn’t think you were coming.”

“I will always come. I will always be here to protect you,” he promises.

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[incorrectbatfam]

Okay, so I want a little angst fic where Robs twins and Milo get kidnapped, and the kidnapper is doing the whole cliche thing with ‘cHoOsE oNe, will your twins or Milo live??’ and, Rob thinks, it should be obvious, right? Pick ur twins! But, it’s a difficult decision, he can’t let any of them die, and he’s stressing Tf out. Like, Milo is fourteen! And the twins love him! (Kinds? He bullies them sometimes but it’s fineee)

At the end, the bats come and save them, but it’s still an eye opening experience.

The Gooners Christmas kidnapping fic that exactly one (1) person asked for

Word count: 3,375

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“What’s the password?”

Milo chuckled. “Jackie, you’re only supposed to do that when you get picked up from school.”

“Dad said to always ask before getting in the car with anyone,” the six-year-old replied. 

“But you know me.”

“What if you’re a shapeshifting alien trying to abduct us? Or an evil robot clone?” 

He sighed. “Unicorn ice cream. Now are we going Christmas shopping or not?”

“Sure,” she said, “when Gunner quits being a slowpoke.”

As if on cue, the other boy stumbled out of the three’s shared bedroom, tugging his blue snow boots on. Since he didn’t know how to tie the laces yet, Milo kneeled down and helped him.

“Now remember, the mall’s gonna be really busy, so what do we do if we get separated?”

“Meet at the food court,” they say in unison.

“And what do we not do?”

“Go to a security guard.”

“And why don’t we do that?”

“Because they don’t work for people like us.”

“Good job.” He patted the pom-poms topping their matching hats. 

Once Milo buckled the twins in and put his favorite rock album on, they set off. There was a light dusting of snow on top of the salt laid down earlier that morning, but the fifteen-year-old managed to weave through the holiday traffic and beat the lights in time to snag the last parking spot at Gotham City’s shopping hotspot. 

“Any idea what you’re gonna get your dad?” he asked as they walked into the bustling shopping mall. 

“How about a watch?” said Jackie. “I saw a really cool gold one last week.”

“Hm… maybe,” he said. “Gunner, what about you? Any thoughts?”

Gunner stifled a laugh. “Pants.”

Milo rolled his eyes playfully. The kid was in that phase where pants were the funniest thing in the world. But in the nine months since he started living with the Steelers, Milo hadn’t seen Rob get anything—buying or stealing—for himself. It was always for the kids or to sell on the internet. And, frankly, the man looked like he spent a year on a deserted island. 

“We’ll start with pants,” he said.

“What about you?” Jackie asked. “What are you gonna get him?”

“I’m not sure.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Probably something as a thanks for, you know, not leaving me to the wolves.”

“Like what?”

Gunner said, “How about a World’s Best Dad mug?”

“That might work for you, but he’s not my dad,” said Milo. He shrugged. “Eh, I’ll figure it out.” 

They perused a few clothing stores, the twins pointing out pieces of clothing their dad might like. Milo kept a mental inventory as he fiddled with the magnet in his coat pocket. He also made notes about where the cameras and security guards were placed. 

After about an hour, the kids were whining about being hungry (breakfast wasn’t exactly filling—they shared an egg and a slice of toast between them). Milo took them to the food court and used some cash he pickpocketed the other day to buy them both kids’ meals from the Batburger pop-up stall. 

Once they sat down, he said, “I’m gonna go get the gifts for your dad. Do you guys have your phone?”

Jackie and Gunner nodded and pulled out matching rose gold and black smartphones, respectively, that totally weren’t stolen and jailbroken. 

“Good. Stay here and don’t move. I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes. Call me if you need anything.”

Milo still had a thing or two to learn before he could begin swiping electronics and jewelry, but shoplifting clothing was easy. He grabbed a shopping bag from behind an unoccupied register and wove through the aisles for the list of things from earlier. He took them to the dressing room and removed the security tags with his trusty magnet before putting the clothes in the bag. Then, for good measure, he stuck them back onto random clothes throughout the store before walking out while using his phone like any other teenager. 

When he didn’t see the twins at the food court, there was a small spark of panic. He called Jackie and it rang three times before she answered. 

“We’re in the bathroom,” she said. 

He should’ve noticed the quiver in her voice. When he stepped into the all-gender restroom, he was met by the kids pressed against the wall with a haggard middle-aged man towering over them. 

Gunner cried out, “Milo!”

As the door fell shut, the stranger whirled around, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at Milo. “You with them?”

Stunned, Milo nodded numbly. He wasn’t sure if that was the right move or not. 

The man’s hands trembled. “Do as I say or I shoot.”

Milo reached for his batarang—the one he found on the street—inside his jacket, but before he could grab it, the man walked around him and prodded Milo in the back with the barrel. 

“I know you heard me. Now all three of you move it.” 

The bathroom was five steps from the exit, so there wasn’t any chance to make a getaway without putting Jackie and Gunner at risk. They were ushered roughly into a white van with the peeling logo of an electric company. A second person was in the driver’s seat so the guy with the gun got into the seatless back with them. He slammed the door shut. Milo motioned for the twins to get behind him. 

The driver turned the radio up as they made their way onto the road. 

Smart. Milo thought. Mask any calls for help. This obviously wasn’t the kidnappers’ first rodeo. 

But neither was it Milo’s. Being a runaway street kid, he had his fair share of close calls with bastard adults who tried to manipulate him because of his age. While he couldn’t call himself an expert, he had a general gist of how these situations went. 

Traveling at sixty miles per hour in a windowless van with no clue where they were headed, Milo didn’t have an upper hand. He needed information. Something was better than nothing. 

He studied the man with them, who had tucked the gun away. Even in the dark, he could see the man wasn’t doing well for himself. The worn-out clothes plus the crudeness of his weapon ruled out the mafia. What would Falcone or Maroni want with some random kids from Burnside, anyway? Milo could also rule out some of the major Rogues—Riddler, Two-Face, and Mr. Freeze all had standards. 

The man’s graying blonde hair and beard were both overgrown. His face was hollow and his breath smelled like spoiled leftovers. Clearly, he hadn’t taken care of himself in a long time. Mental break? But unless it was a case of folie a deux, there’s no way he could’ve gotten a second person to be his getaway driver. More likely than not, he was on his last legs and holding people for ransom was his Hail Mary. 

Milo also tried to analyze the man’s body language, but the low light and the moving van made it difficult. Kellin would’ve probably deduced everything with their assassin training by now. 

He glanced over his shoulder at Jackie and Gunner. Gunner always had more braggadocio, but underneath he got more scared easily, and Milo saw it in the way the kid clung to his sister’s arm with tears running down his cherubic face. Jackie appeared calmer, but her big brown eyes looked up at Milo, silently begging him to do something.

Milo took a deep breath and turned to their kidnapper. “You mind telling me what you want with us?”

“We don’t want anything from you,” the man replied. 

“Then what? You gonna sell us? Because we’re pretty unmarketable.” 

“No,” he said. “This isn’t about you. It’s about your father.”

“Axel Carr? Good luck with that. I’m as dead to him as he is to me.”

The man pointed to the twins. “I meant theirs.”

“How do you know their dad?” Milo asked slowly, careful not to let a name slip in case the man was bluffing. 

“I worked with Rob Steeler under Scarecrow. When he left, instead of getting promoted, they let our entire crew go since we lost our key player.”

The man was clearly getting started and Milo hoped he’d keep going until the boy could formulate a plan. 

“My whole life torpedoed after that. No gigs meant no income. No income plus a disabled kid meant I had to give up custody.”

While unfortunate, Milo was more focused on the clock and speedometer up front. Eight minutes had passed since they started driving and the speed had stayed consistent. The hum underneath the wheels told him they were still on the highway. 

“Without that money, I can’t get my kid back. So here’s what’s gonna happen.”

They came to a stop and there was the sound of a garage door opening and closing. Gun back in hand, the man prodded them out. 

“I’m gonna make Steeler pay,” he said. “He gives me cash for his little tikes. Otherwise, if I can’t have my family, then neither can he.” He turned to Milo and cocked the gun. “As for you, I’m afraid I can’t have any witnesses.”

“Wait!” Milo exclaimed before the man put his finger on the trigger. “Don’t you think killing me right away will cause a huge scene? You’ll end up with cops at the doorstep before you can even ask for the money.”

The driver muttered something to the gunman.

“True,” the gunman said.

The driver whispered something else. The gunman’s face lit up and he nodded. 

“Better idea,” he said. “I was going for around thirty grand. That’s ten grand for each of you. For each one he can bring me, I’ll let you go home.”

Jackie piped up. “What if he can’t?”

The man smiled. “For your sake, little girl, you better hope he does.” 

The gunman forced the three to surrender their phones while the driver bound them with rope to a water pipe against the wall. The windowless garage offered no clues to the outside, but the fishy smell in the air meant they were close to the harbor. It hadn’t been used in a long time because every step someone took left a footprint in the dust. Off to one side, underneath a mountain of scrap wood and netting, was a speedboat with a gaping hole in the hull. On the other side was a small, messy work table where the driver and gunman were making the ransom call. 

“Milo, what do we do?” Gunner whispered. 

“Just stay here and don’t move unless I tell you to,” he replied. “I’m gonna get us out of this.”

“What if you get hurt?” Jackie asked. 

He smiled. “Remember when I did a cartwheel with a twisted ankle? A little hurt doesn’t bother me.”

His arms were pinned to his side, but he managed to maneuver them enough to grab his magnet and batarang. Normally he would have had a trunk full of inventory to work with but this was going to have to do. 

While the kidnappers were on the call, he sliced himself out of the ropes with the batarang. He also loosened Jackie and Gunner’s restraints to prepare for a quick escape. 

The only exit was the garage door, controlled by a red button on the wall. If he was one of the bat-people, he could easily throw the batarang and hit the tiny target far away, but as just Milo, the risks far outweighed his chance of success. Normally he would have tried anyway, but he had the kids with him. 

He gestured to Gunner’s boots. “I need to borrow something real quick.”

The boy nodded. Milo undid the laces, resulting in two long strings in his hands. He tied them together to create a single, even longer cord, which he then put the batarang on one end of. 

The kidnappers turned toward them and the gunman shouted, “Hey!”

Milo muttered a prayer to Wonder Woman on the off chance that’s her thing. 

He twirled the string and released it. It wrapped around the driver’s knee, causing the man to stumble and fall. His joint cracking echoed through the garage and a red stain grew on his cargo pants. 

He reeled it in before throwing it at the gunman’s face. The tip grazed the man’s cheek, drawing a thin trickle of blood, before spinning back around into Milo’s hand. Milo threw a punch, but the man caught it. The gunman twisted before shoving Milo to the ground and pointing the shotgun at him. 

“Had fun playing Robin?” the man asked, finger nearing the trigger. 

Stall. That was all there was left to do. 

“Heroes are overrated. They always have to follow some stupid code,” Milo said, doing all he could to keep his voice steady. “You and I have more in common than you think.”

“Whatever deal you’re trying to cut won’t work,” the gunman replied. “Steeler’s already on his way and he accepted all my terms.” 

“What if I tell everyone what you did? Then what?”

The gunman laughed. “Tell who? The same cops you’re always running from? Don’t think I didn’t do my homework on your little posse.”

The driver was pretty much down for the count because he was still on the floor with the pool of blood slowly growing. Plus, he didn’t seem like the fighting type to begin with. Unless there were more kidnappers lurking, Milo just had to make sure the gunman stayed focused on him. 

“Your kid. How old are they?” Milo asked. 

“He’s ten, and unlike you, he’s actually suffering. He didn’t bring it on himself after a fight with daddy.” 

That plucked a nerve. For a disheveled ex-henchman, the man knew a lot. 

Milo clenched his jaw. “And what would he say if he knew about this? Even if you get the money, what makes you think he’d want anything to do with you?”

Smack. 

Milo fell back as the gun met his temple. His head throbbed and black speckles swam in front of his eyes. His fingers traced over the spot and came back red. Through the dull ringing in his right ear, he heard the twins cry out his name. 

He turned back to the gunman, still kneeling. “If you’d do this to us, what’s stopping you from doing it to him?”

This time, a kick to the stomach forced the wind out of him. He doubled over, gasping. He reached for the batarang but the gunman kicked it away. 

The man raised his gun for another strike but the garage door interrupted him. 

“Step away from the kids.”

The twins exclaimed, “Dad!”

Rob made brief but reassuring eye contact with them before turning to the kidnapper. 

“I got as much as I could, Frederickson. Now let go of my kids.” 

The kidnapper walked over and snatched the water-stained blue duffel bag out of Rob’s hand. He opened it and counted through the banded bills before turning back to Rob. 

“I said thirty grand. This is only twenty-five.”

“That's all I got, I’m telling you! Just take it and let my kids and I go home.” 

“We had a deal.”

While the two men went back and forth, Milo crawled over to the batarang. The open garage door meant the bright lights inside flooded the harbor with nothing blocking the way. The bright lightbulbs dangled from the ceiling. 

It was sheer luck the batarang flew over the adults’ heads and wrapped around the base of the brightest light bulb before dangling in front of it. It wasn’t very distinct, but his makeshift Bat-Signal would have to do. 

The man cocked the gun. “Now you gotta pick. It’s them…” He pointed it at the twins. “Or him.” He pointed at Milo.

What kind of choice is that? Milo thought. Of course pick them.

Rob stood there as if nailed to the spot, fists clenched. 

“Fredrickson, think about this,” he said, his normally firm voice edging on pleading. “Is five thousand dollars worth having this on your conscience?”

“You were always the soft one,” the man sneered. “You never let it on around the boss until our last sting.”

“There’s ransom and then there’s this,” Rob said. “Fredrickson. Darren. You’re not okay.” 

“Rob,” Milo said. 

The men’s heads both swiveled around. 

Milo swallowed. “Give him what he wants and he’ll be out of your hair. It’s obvious. Pick the twins.”

Rob sputtered, eyes wide. “I-I…” 

“You trust me on the field all the time,” he said. “So do it again.”

“I can’t.”

The gunman said, “So the little ones go.”

“No!” Rob yelled. “I just—I just need…”

“Take. Your. Pick.” 

His eyes darted between Milo and the twins. Milo knew his boss was an idiot at times and the proof was right here. The twins were younger. There were two of them as opposed to one of him. They were actually Rob’s. 

Before the gunman could repeat himself again, a brand new voice chimed in. 

“I’ve seen this trope before. Spoiler alert: the good guys win.”

With a swish of her purple cape, Spoiler released her grapple and knocked the shotgun away. She coiled the rope around the gunman before kneeing him in the ribs. Milo didn’t think much of heroes given how they beat up people like him and Rob, but he couldn’t help but marvel at each fluid strike. As easy as one, two, three, four, and five. 

The gunman hit the ground and she clasped a pair of handcuffs on him. Nearby, Orphan collected the driver. 

Spoiler crouched beside the twins and freed them. “Are you guys alright?”

They nodded. Gunner said, “Is the supervillain defeated?”

“I’d hardly call him super, but yes,” she said. “He’s not gonna bother you anymore.” 

As red and blue lights flooded the room, Milo’s head pulsed even harder like a kick drum at a rock show. Some of the blood from his temple dripped onto the floor. His stomach rolled. 

Rob answered some of Spoiler’s questions before she set them loose. Of course cops would be at the scene. Why didn’t Milo think of that?

The twins ran into their dad’s arms and he scooped them up. Milo had never seen his boss so relieved or so scared. He staggered to his feet, one hand in the brick wall for balance. His head spun and a sharp pain was finally sinking in. 

Rob put the kids down and turned toward Milo. 

“I’m sorry,” Milo said. “It’s my fault we got into this mess and—”

He was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around him. 

“Rob, what—”

“Just shut up and take it.” 

The hug ended before Milo could fully register it. After one of the medics patched his wound, all they had left to do was go home and pretend this never happened. Business as usual. 

“The car’s still at the mall,” he said. 

“I borrowed one from Otto,” Rob replied. “I’ll get ours in the morning.”

Once they were back at the apartment, Rob tucked the twins into bed with an extra-long story. Meanwhile, Milo cleaned himself up in the cubicle-sized bathroom and changed into something more comfortable. 

He tried to sleep after that but wound up tossing and turning for hours, replaying the night’s events in his head. What if he hadn’t left the twins alone? What if he’d brought a better weapon? The Steelers were already hanging by a thread and he just cost them twenty-five grand. If one of the others was in his position, they could’ve figured a way out by themselves. Blaise would’ve siphoned the gas from the van and turned it into a flamethrower. Booker and Molly would’ve been better negotiators. Kellin would’ve fought their way through.

The door opened. The thin bar of light cut between his side of the room and the sleeping twins’ bunk bed. 

“It’s two o’clock,” Rob said. 

Milo propped himself up on his elbow. “And?”

“I could hear you down the hall. You’re gonna wake the twins up at this rate.”

“Not on the clock, not my boss.”

Rob quietly chuckled. “Get some sleep. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

[phantomrose96]

I’d love to hear about your fucked up subway, as best as you can express. Love love love hearing about weird dreams!

In exchange I’ll tell you about my recurring Bad Mall— I’m not on any meds my brain is just like this— usually I’m at the mall looking for someone. Usually it’s a friend, sometimes it’s All Might (??? Also haven’t seen BNHA in years why he there), and in one notable instance, it was a blue sock puppet who everyone loved.

I don’t know why I hate this mall so much. If I could I would never have another mall dream again. It is, technically, a very nice mall. The employees are nice. Usually I have a friend there. The shops are interesting and fairly priced. But something about the atmosphere is just… *grey*. Sapped. It’s a big loop of a building, sized such that there should be a courtyard in the middle— there is not.

The main entrance borders a clothing store that also sell luxury nail polish (like… made of velvet) and a decadent chocolate shop that gives out really nice free samples. Across the way there’s a couple jewellery stores I’ve never been in, and then you make a sharp left and you’re into the mall proper. To your right, the food court. I’ve only stopped there maybe ever twice, and the food is really good. The second time I accidentally put someone else’s fried chicken order into an incinerator so we got married about it.

On the other side, there is GameStop. This store is the bane of my being. It always has the *coolest* stuff but if I dare set foot inside the dream will start looping around it— genuinely, one time I tried to escape by running to the other side of the mall, and I ended up in a secret passageway that led me right back to GameStop. The worst part is that it’s all dream stuff. I don’t get to take any purchases home.

Past that, on the right there’s kind of a weird store that sells vintage stuff, old video games, and tshirts. On the left is a shop that sells gnomes. Directly ahead is a Walmart, and, in the middle of the like. Mall hallway. a free floating hot drink store that also sells wooden cutouts of deer, and kickass hot chocolate. Turn left.

I haven’t been in any of these shops. The only one I recall clearly is a big, outdoorsy-themed sportswear shop to the left. It has a full sized pool in it. I’ve never been inside, only pressed my face to the glass. It also seems to have some sort of scavenger hunt happening with bits of shredded paper. Usually I hurry through the rest of the hallway, not sure why. Turn left.

On the corner to your left, there’s the shop where one of my friends works. The only thing I remember about it is a wind-chime made of dvds. To your right is a large store that takes up the entire stretch of building— it’s one of those, like, VR experience places. Past that, on the left, there is a cinema. Turn left.

You’re back where you started, now. You can go outside. The parking lot is huge, and there’s a MASSIVE textiles store you can only access from out here. Don’t go to the stuffing area, bad vibes. There’s also a handful of gacha machines. One is easily lockpicked, and has cool Pokémon stuff inside. Another has little historical artifact recreations that are all slightly wrong. The Mona Lisa but her hair is blue. The Statue of Liberty, but the torch is a bundle of snakes.

There’s another bundle of disconnected shops. One of them sells pizza? And also it always wakes me up instantly so I don’t know what the pizza is like. The mall doesn’t always spit me out into the parking lot, either. That’s just part of the mall experience I guess one second you’re walking away with your shopping the next you’re running for your life in a dream video game c’est la vie

Hey anon I fucking LOVE your nightmare fucked-up dream mall. If this was the setting of a 16-year-old forum post creepypasta that only exists in reposts and screenshots I'd read the hell out of it.

To your right, the food court. I’ve only stopped there maybe ever twice, and the food is really good. The second time I accidentally put someone else’s fried chicken order into an incinerator so we got married about it.

^Highlighting this because it's doing a lot for me.

My fucked-up subway does not have nearly as much lore as your fucked up mall, and most of my feelings about the fucked-up subway are rooted in the heightened emotional ether of dreams where everything is slightly wrong, but I'll take a shot at capturing the vibes.

The first hallmark of fucked-up subway stations is that they are deep and they are vast--and by vast I mean there's often endless dead-space fanning out from the platform. The stairs descending to the platform are often unrailed and give you a wide view of the endless black-void expanse that stretches beyond the platforms.

The structure of the tracks and the trains is a lot more like a rollercoaster than a real subway. The tracks are bare and exposed and peter off into the dead-space distance. The cars are small and often roofless. They're often some combination of cold and wet and exposed. When there's no roof, there's usually the latent understanding that if you fall out you'll fall far.

The fucked-up subway trains run very infrequently. Usually when you get to the fucked-up station, the train in your desired direction is just about to depart, and if you miss this one, the next one will not be for a long time.

The fucked-up subway trains go to stations that do not exist. They're always modeled off the subway routes in my home city, which I've lived in for close to 5 years now and whose subway system I know like the back of my hand. This means you'll always know where you're trying to go, and be confident in how you're getting there, until you realize the subway is headed to the stations that do not exist.

The stations that do not exist often have transfers with other subway lines, which you can take in an attempt to get back on track. These transfers follow the same rules as the infrequent trains--the train and direction you need will always be just arriving when you are, and if you miss it you'll be stuck waiting a long time. Usually to transfer you have to descend to a deeper level, which brings you to more of these vast and dark and precarious platforms hanging over the abyss, with exposed traintracks running on either side. Sometimes you'll accidentally descend the wrong side--inbound instead of outbound, or vice versa, and need to hastily backpedal (or come up with some way to get across to the other side of the chasm).

One dream with the fucked up subway system had the deep, deep subway system. This station goes all the way down. No clue at all how deep but I'll call it 30 floors, at least, into this dead and lifeless, lightless trough at the bottom. The very bottom has no train, it's just the very bottom of everything. It's a bit like being at the bottom of the ocean, or the bottom of an almost pitch-black cellar--if that cellar's walls were hundreds and hundreds of feet above your head. There is a shop down here! It sells frozen meats that are kept very well preserved down here due to the cold and lifeless nature of the trench's pit.

It's not really a shop, per se. There's no staff or anything. It's more like you've discovered the abandoned contents of this cellar. Things are just stacked around, and very very hard to find with so little light. I don't remember how paying works.

Sometimes, you'll go to a station that exists, but it'll be wrong. You're at the correct station but nothing about it or its surroundings is correct. Nothing looks right. You recognize nothing. But it is the correct station. Sometimes this is nice. One time it let me out into this very pretty street with a nice red brick church whose yard and stone wall were surrounded by beautiful flowers. I met a friend here and she disappeared.

The fucked-up bus lines exist, and they go south. I've only ever ridden them at night and in the pitch black, and they run to places that aren't safe. This is a problem because they run infrequently, and you have to wait for them outside in the dark. I took the fucked-up bus line to a church way south of the city, where I was helping a nice couple set things up in the church. They were never there while I was. The church was always dark.

On the way back taking the fucked-up bus, there was a stop in the middle for the driver to rest. I talked with the other riders while we waited. The bus driver had a medical episode and drove the bus over the side of a nearby cliff. I don't remember what happened when we tried to get help.

[werebutch]

Constantly you are posting pictures of you wearing the dopest outfit ever . . . Where are you getting these things cause I don't think anything i've found from my local thrift stores have ever reached the levels of swagaliciousness that you are on

I luv you this is very sweet thank you <3 it takes a long time tbh! And i shop differently based on what I’m looking for.. with pants I always just get mens cargos from target lol.. otherwise it’s completely chance :’)

When I was really trying to build my wardrobe a couple years ago I was very maximalist, wore a ton of jewelry and wanted as many layers as possible… so I thrifted A TON, it was my biggest hobby tbh. Went to many different stores, and it really helps if you have antique malls that have clothing booths run by young people (you can usually tell by contents and style). This can get a little expensive bc they tend to Know What They’ve Got, but I’ve found some of my best stuff there and it’s worth it.

Ragstock is also wonderful, but I’m not sure how many of them there are across the US (if you’re in the us lol) BUT, definitely worth checking out. Similar price as antique booths though. Like I said otherwise it’s just chance based 😭 most times I go thrifting I leave with nothing ! Also, DEPOP. I’m on depop a lot.. but resellers are crazy so I usually cap my budget for a single item at $30 or so, and that’s even a lot for me. I’ve still been able to get really good stuff !

Stores like Marshall’s/Ross/whatever are also good. I go to Marshall’s if I’m looking for smth specific. Pretty sure I got both the jacket I’m wearing in the pic and the hoodie there so yep!!

When I was younger I made the mistake of buying Just Anything that would fit my style without thinking how I’d incorporate it. Always have a plan for what you’re buying ^__^ and I have to always remind myself not that not everything has to be a statement piece. I don’t need to only buy sweaters with elaborate embroidery, I also need good quality t shirts and flannels for layering. Yup

Also, I do have a depop (@/pillbugz) I’m selling some closet cleanout clothes on and if there’s interest I could list more. I know this is probably way too long of an answer but I am passionate lol.. it’s a fun hobby to build your style like this and I love when other people do it. Good for the planet to thrift and good for the soul

[hellcheer-heaven]

You’ve Got a Friend in Me

Chrissy can’t help but stare at the Build-A-Bear Workshop whenever she and Eddie pass by it at Starcourt Mall. This gives Eddie a little idea.

Bearded Eddie edit was created by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Link to post here

Like any giant mega mall in the US, Starcourt had received a new face lift. From paint jobs, trendy stores, and a play area for small children to run around and blow off their steam before inevitably slipping off of a climbing structure; Starcourt Mall was the place to be for families, tweens, and teens. As for the adults with no kids, well a fair amount of the mall still had the spirit of the 80s still in tact. Jazzercise was still around, Spencer’s was still selling their usual novelty items with the back area still receiving an influx of adults only merchandise, and Scoops Ahoy was all the rage with new flavors coming in every couple of months. More kid friendly places were included to appeal to the ever growing population of young children in Hawkins; Build-A-Bear Workshop was certainly no exception. Lines were formed each day the moment that store hit the mall, it was the place to be to make a best friend that you can cherish for the rest of your life. That is if said child didn’t end up leaving it at a park or giving it away because they were “too old” to have stuffed animals anymore. Still that didn’t stop the grown up children to stop and take a peak through the windows to see what it was like inside.

Any time Chrissy and Eddie took a trip to the mall, she often kept her eyes on the establishment whenever they passed by. The giant brown bear sporting its tutu, holding up its sewing needle, and hat thimble appeared so inviting. The little lopsided smile always plastered across its face as if it were saying to come over and play. She felt an unusual sense of joy whenever they walked by, but then urged herself to look away. She hoped that Eddie didn’t notice the way her blue eyes sparkled with child like curiosity, but she forgets that even his cynical eyes could recognize unambiguous love.

Chrissy absentmindedly stirred the ketchup in the little white container, sighing softly through her nostrils.

He looked up at her after taking another sip of his lemonade, clearing his throat, “Something on your mind sweetheart?”

Her hand continued to move the condiment, “Hmm? What’d you say?”

He chuckled, “Well I mean you’ve been stirring the ketchup for a good five minutes now. I figured you should probably eat that fry before it gets soggy.”

Chrissy shrugged and took a bite, resting her chin on her palm, “So, where do you want to go next?”

He could tell her, but maybe it was better if she answered first, “Well maybe we could try a store we haven’t gone to yet?”

Her brow rose as she thought for a moment, “So… you want to check out Hot Topic?”

He was offended, “What?! No way.”

She rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Had a little change of heart big boy?”

“Chrissy I’d rather be dead than go to Hot Topic!”

Her smirk was still there, “Eddie you’re not even goth. Why do you care so much?” She realized her mistake, quickly placing her finger on his lip, “Actually don’t answer that, because the last thing I need is a speech about how it’s not ‘real goth’ or something. Right?”

His defeated expression was enough of an indication that she knew him all too well. She may be sweet, but she could be a little smug especially when she was right about something.

“Okay, let me rephrase my question: Is there a place here that you’ve had your eye on?”

She gulped, he doesn’t know does her? He simply wouldn’t know about her intention of visiting the workshop. Chrissy did that little action where she sucked her lips in and looked away whenever she felt nervous.

She popped them free“I… I don’t know.”

He leaned in, allowing himself to fall into the role of a private detective, “You sure? There isn’t any place in particular? Anything having to do with something… customizable?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she stated bluntly.

Okay forget private detective, might as well just confront the matter. “Chrissy, do you want to go to Build-A-Bear?”

Her eyes widened, although it wasn’t out of excitement, “What? No! That place is for kids! I’m not going in there.”

Eddie titled his head, “Mmm, no I’m pretty sure you do want to go.” He held up his hand, “Hold on, ‘bear’ with me on this.” He was awfully proud of that one, “I’ve seen the way you look at that place when we come to Starcourt. You look so interested and I thought maybe we could check it out.”

Her heart rate started to rise, “Eddie we can’t.”

“Why not?”

She had to think and fast, “Because we just can’t.”

He couldn’t fathom that reasoning, “We can’t or we won’t?”

Her eyes began to dart around, were people watching them? Did they hear them?, “Eddie, please let’s not fight.”

Eddie reached over and held her hands, speaking sweetly to her with a gentle smile across his face, “Baby, we’re not fighting. It’s okay, everything’s alright.”

She looked away, “Can we go please?”

He pecked her knuckles, “Very well.”

Chrissy stood up and held herself, “I’m sorry, I just… I want…”

Eddie cradled her shaking form, a loving kiss to her forehead helped to quell a little bit of her anxiousness, “It’s okay, let’s just go home and relax.”

She looked up at him with sadness behind those sky colored irises, “I’m sorry, I know you wanted to get new jeans and I just ruined the day for you.”

Another kiss to her forehead and then one upon the tip of her nose, “No babe, it’s okay. Not the end of world that I didn’t get my jeans today. There’s always next time. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Eddie felt bad for questioning her like that. To him it was a regular conversation, to Chrissy it felt like an interrogation. She had some difficulty distinguishing whether Eddie was being serious, joking, or just playfully teasing her. All those years of being under Laura’s iron thumb made typical interactions feel like threats to her. She tried her best in her childhood and adolescence to just simply smile and take it. Being with Eddie allowed for her to express whatever she was feeling. It wasn’t always easy, she would experience uncomfortable sensations at the pit of her stomach, an increased heart beat, chills running up her spine, and shortness of breath. Eddie was her biggest supporter and would offer her whatever she needed when she felt distressed. Sometimes the best options involved finding a new place to breath or leaving the area altogether. Chrissy was grateful for his love and assistance, but she often felt guilty for departing. This wasn’t the first time either. Their first Christmas together at the Harrington household caused her to feel out of place and they stayed for about an hour before Chrissy made up an excuse about feeling queasy. When they went to the community pool and she felt self conscious about wearing a bikini for the first time in her life. When they rented a movie that dealt with strong subject matters, he stopped the tape and cuddled with her under a blanket. Chrissy blamed herself for being too sensitive, often calling herself “stupid” or a “big baby.” Well she wasn’t, she was in touch with her emotions and sometimes she needed that bit of extra support from the ones that cared for her.

Another week passed and the two of them made it their plan to drop by the mall to grab his jeans, window shop, and maybe even check out the latest drama film that was all the rage according to top film critics. They were there a bit early, one of the first groups of people to wait in line before the place opened. They recognized a few familiar faces here and there, said their hellos, and resumed practicing patient until it was time to step in.

Eddie leaned in closer and whispered, “Chrissy, I was thinking that we could make a quick stop somewhere before we get my stuff. Is that alright?”

She nodded, “Yeah sure. Where do you want to go?”

He popped his lips, unable to hold back his mischievous grin, “Well I heard that supposedly a new store opened.”

She cocked her head, “Already? That’s weird, I didn’t hear anything about it.”

“Well, it’s kind of new. I heard it’s pretty popular actually.”

She jokingly quipped, “Since when do you care about popularity Eddie?”

He chuckled as he crossed his tatted arms, “Well I figured I could make just one exception. Just for today.”

The floodgates opened and everyone poured into the vicinity, ready to spend their time and money on everything that the mall had to offer. As for Eddie his mind and money were set on something much more special for his one and only. As they drew closer, he whispered to Chrissy to close her eyes. Christmas wasn’t going to be for months and her birthday had already passed, but either way she was a sucker for surprises. How is it that Eddie had eyes behind those long locks of chocolate curls was beyond her, but somehow he managed to remind her to keep them closed. What was his plan?

His gentle voice spooked her, but still she kept her sight in darkness, “Ok, we’re here. Go ahead and open your eyes.”

Her vision was bombarded in a sea of bright colors, fluffy coats, beaded eyes, and little outfits. Small children and their families basked in the wonderful warmth of plush and promises as the little ones eagerly waited for their chance to pick a lifelong friend. Most people would be excited to step in, Chrissy wasn’t feeling very good about being here.

Her worried eyes went to him, “Eddie, why are we here?”

He didn’t have a care in the world, “Surprise Chrissy!”

She held his hand, body turning and ready to march out, “No, no we can’t be here. Please we need to leave-”

He freed himself, his tone shifting from fun to concerned, “Chrissy what’s bothering you?”

She was losing her patience, but she didn’t want to yell, at least not in the store, “Nothing is bothering me.”

He held her shoulders, “Chrissy, please tell me what’s wrong.”

She heavily sighed through her nostrils, standing on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, “Okay, but not in here. Over there at the bench, then I’ll tell you.” Chrissy felt bad again, but maybe it was time to say something, as silly as it may have seemed. Well maybe silly wasn’t the right term, bothersome was more like it. “Eddie, I know this is going to sound crazy, and it probably is.” She looked down at her hands before meeting his eyes, “I really do want a stuffed animal, it’s just… I… I feel… weird about going into a toy store.”

“Why do you say that?”

Chrissy moved a strand of strawberry blond behind her ear, “Well look at me Eddie. Look at us. We’re both unmarried, we don’t have kids, and… well… I’m just scared that someone will try to confront us.”

He cradled her hands, rubbing little circles on her skin, “Why do you think someone would do that?”

Her thoughts continued to plague her, “Well wouldn’t you be weirded out that a couple of adults are going to a toy store together? I mean, all those parents in there looking at us like we’re doing something wrong.”

Her point did hold merit. While Hawkins was one of the few small towns making some progress in terms of living in a “non traditional” way, the judgmental mindset was still just as strong as it’s always been. Perhaps it will take another generation or two until people start to see that those who were deemed “different” were not a threat in any way shape or form. For the time being, Eddie had to keep in mind that his way of looking at life and people differed greatly compared to Chrissy. Her whole life has been nothing but harsh criticism and order. Should anything that strayed just a tad from the “correct” way of life was considered deviant and was meant to be shunned. Learning to enjoy life’s little treasures and oddities would take time. That meant also having to deal with naysayers that chose to use their time to look down on others rather than utilize what little time they have left to let others be and enjoy themselves.

Eddie pecked her cheek, “Well I don’t think we’re doing anything wrong. We’re both law abiding citizens spending time together. There’s no rule stating that we can’t go in… maybe just look around a little.” His ringed hand brought her closer until she laid her head upon his shoulder. “Maybe you’ll see something that you like or maybe you won’t.”

She gulped, “But what if someone comes up to us?”

He twiddled a lock of her hair between his fingers, “Then I’ll tear them to shreds. And you can sew them back up again. Maybe we can get them a little tutu while we’re at it.”

She tried to sound firm but still ended up chuckling, “Eddie be serious.”

He held up his hands in surrender, that bashful grin stretching across his face, “Okay, okay. Sorry that was stupid… and pretty morbid.” Eddie held her hand once more, pecking the back of it, “Hey, we’ll just walk in and check it out. Just for a couple of minutes.”

“Promise?”

He crossed his chest as he gave Scout’s Honor, “I promise.”

When they walked past the doors, an employee welcomed them with a big smile across her slightly acne ridden face. Her tone was warm like a blanket fresh from the dryer, inviting them into the workshop like she usually does with all customers.

“So have you been here before?”

The question was directed to Chrissy and she felt nervous, “W-Well no I haven’t. I- We came here to just look around.”

“Alright and if you’re interested I can show you where the friends are.” She noted, gesturing to the area filled with stuffed animals. Chrissy’s interest was piqued as she gazed over the stuffies looking up at her. The employee continued, “We want to ensure that all of our friends find a home where they’ll be loved and taken care of.”

Eddie simply stood back and watched the way Chrissy’s body language changed from fearful to absorbed. Her fingers gliding along the rows of cute little animals, the artificial fur tickling the pads of her fingertips. They all looked so cuddly and so loving. Chrissy looked back over to Eddie, he still had that compassionate smile on. She didn’t need anyone’s permission to be here. Nor did she need said permission to find that spark of joy in something that many would deem childish. Her eyes spotted something sitting on a display shelf, a cozy brown bear with dark eyes, a soft nose, and big paws. The toy wore a little sweater with a name embroidered into its top.

The worker came up, “If you’re interested in adopting, I can show you how it works. All you need to do is pick out your buddy.”

Maybe she would, maybe she did need a little buddy in her life. It was no contest when she picked out the same brown bear, although it’s body looked like a deflated balloon. The process seemed simple enough for a small child to follow: Pick a friend, have them stuffed, perform a little heart ceremony, grab an article of clothing, pay, and get out. Easy peasy lemon squeezie! Of course it was necessary to remember that small children don’t have the level of self awareness the same way that an adolescent and certainly an adult has. Chrissy’s anxious feelings returned when she was to participate in the ceremony. A part of her wanted to simply ask if she could skip that portion, but another part of her was curious to know what had to be done. She picked out the little red heart, the material felt so soft in her palms. First she needed to warm up the heart between her hands, so that her friend would always feel warm. Then she needed to shake the heart because the bear does have a lot of energy. She then followed through with rubbing it on her nose so her bear knows her, on her back so her friend always has her back, on her knees so it always needs her, on her funny bone so bear can always tell her funny jokes, on her muscles so bear is always strong, on her forehead so he can show her how smart and clever he is, and finally on her heart.

“Rub it on your heart because bear loves you,” the worker noted in a sing song tone and with an endearing smile. “Okay, just one more thing! Make a wish to the heart.”

To an outsider this whole thing must have appeared so silly. A grown woman doing these motions and playing this little game as if her bear would come to life like the toys in Toy Story. Yet everyone in the store was much too busy with bringing their own friends to life; even those that passed the store were focused on other matters. Chrissy brought the soft heart to her lips and whispered something to it. Something so sweet and loving that only the little bear would know it. Finally the little cartoon shaped organ was placed into the stuffed animal and she was ready to go clothes shopping. Nothing really spoke to her in terms of what she believed would have suited the animal best. Eddie figured that she would have picked something similar to what she has at home: Bright, patterned, and perhaps pastel colored. If only the place had a cheerleading uniform, now that would be adorable. Or perhaps a mini faux leather jacket, a rock band shirt, and jeans ripped at the knees. Maybe he should consider sending a letter to the company for possible clothing options. Chrissy picked out a simple white sweater and asked for an embroidered name, however she informed Eddie to not look until it was ready.

He humored her and covered his eyes, “You’re the boss.”

He suddenly felt a fuzzy paw brush his cheek, a silly little voice spoke to him, “Ok Eddie, you can open your eyes.”

Before he could respond or even look at the bear, his eyes went straight to the golden embroidery upon its top. In big bold letters the name “TEDDIE” stared right back at him.

“Surprise!” Chrissy said with such enthusiasm. “I named him after you. He’s my little Eddie teddy. What do you think?”

He couldn’t stop his lip from trembling, “Baby that’s so sweet.”

Once the payment process was complete, they made their way over to the food court, picked out a couple of jeans for Eddie, and made their way over to the movie theater. Most people were eagerly awaiting to see the newest animated film Hercules and so they decided to buy tickets to that instead. They sat in the far back so she could watch the comedy musical while nuzzled up against Eddie and Teddie. Finally it was time for them to head home and she continued to snuggle up with her bear during the drive, ruffling up its fur and nuzzling her nose upon its nose. Pressing a little kiss to its forehead before placing it upon her lap.

She placed her hand on his thigh, “Thank you Eddie, I had a great time today.”

He held her hand and kissed it, “I’m happy to hear sweetheart.”

“I’ll love this bear forever.”

“Oh no, I’m being replaced,” he mentioned as he dramatically placed his hand upon his heart. “Oh my little felt heart!”

Chrissy rolled her eyes, reaching Teddie over to kiss his cheek, “Better?”

“Much better.”

Later that night Eddie found Chrissy fast asleep with Teddie snuggled up in her arms. He just wanted to capture that moment with their polaroid camera, but opted to take his place at her side instead. Her mind was at peace and all she needed was a little buddy in her life. Of course no stuffed animal could ever replace her beloved. Still Teddie may get a little lonely all by himself, especially when they have to go to work.

Perhaps he may need a companion one day.

[randomly-a-fan]

Out with the Oil Lamp, in with the Enchanted Rose

There’s only one week until Jason and MJ have their first anniversary of their actual and legal marriage; even though they were married before, but it wasn’t an official marriage, so there’s no sense of celebrating their fake marriage anymore, now they can have the real thing this year.

Jason thought of getting MJ something to replace the oil lamp, since people don’t really sell or buy oil lamps anymore; Jason didn’t want MJ to use an oil lamp anyway, since it’s not safe to use overnight, especially when it’s an antique. So, he decided to go to the mall while MJ and Malon have their girls day together. Jason doesn’t know the best thing to get for his wife that’s calming and relaxing. Just as he was looking around, something caught his eye; He noticed some lighten-up roses, some people called them Enchanted Roses, some called them ‘Beauty and the Beast’ rose, only because it’s red, but to him, it’s just the right gift for MJ; it’s beautiful, battery operated, and it’s soothing with its calming glow. 

The only problem, is that he doesn’t know what the best color light is. He remembered that some lightings can effect sleep, but what were they again? “May I help you, sir?” Asked the owner of the store. “I see you’re struggling over on what Enchanted Rose you wanted to get, is it for someone on your mind?” The owner asked. Jason wrote down on a notebook on who he’s buying for and why he’s buying it. The man chuckled and then smiled. “Well, if it’s for your wife, red is usually a romantic choice, plus, it’s still alright to sleep through; depending how sensitive she is to light. Plus, I wouldn’t recommend blue or white light, since it’ll keep her awake, which won’t be very good.” The owner explained. Jason sighed in relief, because he was thinking of buying the one with the white glow, good thing the owner was there.  

The Owner even recommends the one that he have bought for his granddaughter.

“This one here is what I would recommend; I’ve bought this for my granddaughter, since I’ve heard she’s been witnessing night-terrors, and this lovely rose with a butterfly can really make a sensitive person safe in their sleep.” The owner explained. Jason smiled, he loved the rose dome very much, especially that it had a beautiful butterfly on it, so he decided to purchase it, even though it’s almost fifty-dollars, but it’s for their anniversary, so it’s going to be worth it. 

***

Not only is Jason going to surprise his wife with the rose, but he’s also preparing a nice Lobster dinner; he has found out from her dad that she enjoys lobster, but is hard to come by, since they’re very expensive, and it’s hard to get the meat out of its shell. However, it’s going to be their special occasion, so that night on their Anniversary, he’s preparing lobster and deviled-eggs, he’s also going to remove the hard shells and throw away the non-edible parts, to make dinnertime easier for her, and more enjoyable at the same time.

Jason requested that Malon spends the night at Eric’s place, so Malon and Lily can have a sleepover. Which is no problem for Eric, he loves Malon like a sister, and it’s going to be good for his stepdaughter to have a friend over for the night. After all, it is for their anniversary. 

***

When the day came, as MJ was just doing the dishes, Jason snuck up from behind and slowly placed a live lobster by her head. MJ dropped one of the plates on the floor as she screamed in shock. Jason freaked out by how startled his wife was, so he put down the lobster that he had bought, just to comfort his wife. “Jason, it’s okay, I just get easily spooked; it’s common for those with autism to get spooked.” MJ explained with a chuckle. “I’ll clean up the broken plate...” MJ said as she was about to fetch a broom and dustpan, that is until Jason took it from her hands to clean up the broken plate himself, since it was his fault for scaring her half-to-death. 

After the floor was cleaned, MJ stared at the lobsters. “Are we having lobster for our anniversary dinner?” MJ asked with a smile. Jason nodded with a smile before MJ kissed him by the cheek. “How did you know I love lobster?” MJ asked with a smirk, until she made a guest. “My dad told you, didn’t he?” MJ assumed with the same smirk. Jason shrugged with a sheepish smile, before he grabbed his wife into his arms to give her a kiss. “Easy there tiger, save that for tonight!” MJ laughed. Jason only shook his head as he’s attacking her with his affection. Until they both noticed Malon staring with a smile, which made Jason quickly let go. “Hi sweetie, have you finished packing for tonight?” MJ asked. “Yes mom...” Malon answered. “What about your toothbrush?” MJ asked with her arms crossed. “...Whoops...” Malon quickly rushed to the bathroom to get her toothbrush, while MJ and Jason laughed together, since they knew Malon too well; she usually forgets her toothbrush whenever they’re on overnight trips, and often times, she asks for one, or buy a cheap one at a store, but not this time; that’s why MJ and Jason always asked if she packed her toothbrush.

After Eric picked up Malon, Jason immediately picked up his wife, and spun her around just to hear her laughing; hearing her laugh is music to his ears. They both went out for a leisurely walk, seeing the animals, including the bears. It’s been years since they’ve known a specific bear, known as Mamma Bear, but she passed on in old age, but when she had cubs, they recognized the Voorhees, so they don’t consider them as a threat; so, as the cubs have children, and their children have their children, they’ll remember who the Voorhees are.

***

Nighttime finally came, and Jason was preparing the lobsters by boiling them and deshelling them for MJ, since she can’t break shells, or even know what’s edible. MJ insisted on making the deviled-eggs, since they’re easy to make, and she’s really good at making them. For Jason’s bonus, whenever MJ makes the deviled-eggs, they’re left with two halves of empty egg whites, so MJ lets him eat one of them. “You don’t suppose you want a quick snack, do you?” MJ asked before popping the egg white in her husband’s mouth. Jason then gently booped her nose before doing the same for her, which got them both on a laughing fit, (with Jason’s quiet laughter). 

As they were finishing up their dinner, Jason gives MJ her anniversary gift, which made MJ smile. “I also have a little gift for you as well... Just hope it’s not too silly.” MJ said as she hands Jason his simple wrapped gift. Jason was shocked that he nearly dropped it; It was a pillow of his mother’s head... In colour! “I’ve noticed the place that do personalized pillows, and that they can turn a black and white photo into colour. So, I thought... Maybe you’d like a pillow with a clear image of your mother, since I know how much she means to you.” MJ explained. 

Jason was tearing up before he hugs his pillow, it was the sweetest gift he has ever received. He got out of his seat and walked over towards his wife to give her an affectionate hug and a kiss. “Aww, I love you too, Jay.” MJ said as she hugged her lover back.

Now, Jason wanted MJ to open her gift. He’s been waiting forever for her to open it. When MJ finally did, she was gobsmacked. “Jason, it’s beautiful! I love it...” MJ said while tearing up. Jason turned the switch on the rose, so that MJ will get the idea what it was meant for. MJ smiled up at him. “Is that for a replacement of that old oil lamp?” When she received a nod for an answer, she was too lost for words, she couldn’t help but stare at it. “I gotta say, this is bygone, one of the sweetest gifts you’ve ever given me... Thank you, sweetheart.” MJ thanked. Jason wrapped his arms around his wife again while smiling with tears running down his face. This years’ anniversary is far more peaceful, nothing can ever come between them.

The End

[6m0on6]

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson. just eds and stevie talking (a lot, sorry i really like fics with lots of dialogues) after the event of season 4, and pining ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

i have a whole story on my mind about this fic, but I really don’t know if I’m gonna write it out… I really wanted to share this start tho so !! Hope you like it ♡

I apologize if there’s any mistakes! English is not my native language

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The door was closed. A crumpled paper hung on the glass between the white painted wood of it :”NO LONGER RECRUITING”.

Great, Eddie thought. Seems like the 15 minutes walk to the store and the 30 minutes argument with his uncle behind it was totally worth it.

Not that Wayne didn’t want his nephew to have a job- far from it- but only 2 weeks passed since Eddie’s name has been cleared by the police , and perhaps it wasn’t the brightest idea to work at Family Video, most recognized video store right in the middle of Hawkins.

The metalhead felt his leather and denim jacket combo growing heavy on his already sweated chest, and feeling the results of the 4 hours of sleep he managed to get the night before, he squatted down on his dirty white rebooks. He could feel the sun burning through the top of his exposed head, making it spins. He passed a hand over the warm curls there and sighed.

Maybe it’s for the best.

The stares and the whispers when he passed by was the most bearable, but the insults and attempted assaults weren’t his most cherished experiences.

He remembered that one time his uncle sent him to the grocery store - they were running out of milk - and some green jacket wearing dude he recognized was from the school’s basketball team started making a scene in front of everyone about how he “killed Chrissy” and “deserved to pay for it” before starting to swing, thankfully being stopped soon enough by the salesman who took no time in kicking him out. Not the best memory he has.

“Munson ?”

He hated them all, the people in here. So having to be all nice and polite with them all day working a last resort job ?

“Hey, Munson…”

Yeah no, it’s definitely for the best.

“Eddie !”

frowning in confusion and tiredness, he turned to the familiar voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“What the hell are you doing down here ?”

“Harrington ?”

“It’s like, 10 in the morning dude”

Before Eddie could say anything, he saw steve pulling out keys from the back pocket of his light blue Levi’s and walked past him to unlock the door. Wait. Huh ?

“Huh ?”

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“Wait so like… since when ?”

“I’ve been working here since before all the Vecna stuff happened man” Eddie listened attentively, legs crossed on one of the chairs in front of the counter where Steve was organizing his tapes. “Rob and me needed a new job after the starcourt mall burned last year. I mean couldn’t sell ice creams for the rest of our lives anyway”.

“Robin too?” The metalhead blinked. “Okay why am I always the uninformed one ?” He put his hand on his chest dramatically . “After everything we’ve been through together you can’t even take the time to tell me even the dumbest shit ?”

Steve sighed, repressing the smirk that started to form on his face. “You’ll recover, now what do you want ?” His hands went to his hips, making him look like a mom grounding her kid.

Eddie snorted at the sudden serious tone and glare. “As much I love to bother you Stevie, you’re not the one I was expecting to see first thing in the morning when I came here”

Stevie.

He rolled his eyes.

“Okay then why are you here ?” The younger man raised his eyebrows in question, bending with his elbows on the counter and his head between his hands. “As you can see, Rob isn’t here yet”

Eddie got up from the couch, making his way towards Steve.

“I’m looking for a job actually. Saw last week that y’all were recruiting but guess you don’t need me anymore” it was his turn to bend over on the counter, now inches away from Steve’s face, who felt uneasy at the proximity. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

a wide grin that screamed Eddie was slowly making his way to his face.

“Drugs don’t really pay off anymore huh ?” His voice was low, eyes squinting and eyebrows frowing in fake empathy.

Eddie couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips “yeah, as surprising as it seems, not many people want to buy from the freak, and now the killer, anymore” he said, pouting for the dramatic effect.

seconds passed. It felt like forever.

Steve found himself gazing over Eddie’s whole face, catching all the little details. Did he always have freckles ? It must be because of the sun.

“Ahem” Eddie coughed, catching Steve off guard, reminding him of where he was and what he was doing. His cheeks heated to form red up his cheekbones and he cringed at himself. Looking away, he said the first thing that came to his mind to break the awkward silence.

“You look tired” he simply said, referencing to the dark circles which hanged from Eddie’s big brown eyes. “You ‘kay ?”

The metalhead, who backed up from the counter and were now looking down at Steve, hesitated.

“nightmares.”

At his word, the younger man’s head snapped back at the older one.

He looked up at him with soft eyes, and Eddie felt the instant understanding trough it. If there was someone out here who would understand what he was going through, it would be Harrington.

Eddie’s eyes left Steve’s face, looking down. Almost ashamed of what he was saying. His voice was above a whisper. “Does it get better ?”

Steve put on his best reassuring smile.

“A little.” he said.

At that moment, the door swung open, Robin appearing at the front door.

When she spotted them together, she grinned instantly

“Hey weirdos” she closed the door behind her. “What are you doing here eds?”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to see you my dear”

She laughed, a wide grin spreading across her face.

[nchinaski]

that dream i had about a red moon that appeared in the sky

i was in a park back in my hometown, i remember every single detail about this park with my eyes closed. my memory of it is still vivid to this day. after all, me and my cousins used to play to our hearts’ content in that very park. it was spacious and open, you can fly a kite there without having to worry about your string getting caught by a wire. it’s a very lovely place to be.

i can’t quite remember what i was doing there, but i can recall that it was somewhat hot, bright and humid around that time — until the sky went dim. it’s almost as if the sun was snuffed out and my surrounding area was consumed by darkness. i’d never felt that uneasy, and i thought i’ve been through the worst things imaginable. after a while the temperature started dropping, the sky took its time to shift from a dark and gloomy hue to a scarlet red, in my memory it looked very sinister; as if i’m in a set of a horror movie. it’s blood-curdling to say the least.

when i looked up, i saw this blood red moon on my right, and to my left is the moon we all know and love, accompanied by the sound of a horn that seemed to come from the sky. it was beautiful, and it’s that type of beauty that would mesmerize you as you glance on it for hours on end. but then again, there’s that feeling that you’re being watched. that something’s not right.

as these peculiar things unfolded, i realized that i didn’t have a camera nor a phone to snap all this. so i took my time to walk to the nearest mall, which is only adjacent to the park. after all, the two moons and the red skies would look so good on film, and would make for a good story. so there i was, i made it to the mall and while i was in the elevator, i overheard two people talking about the red moon that appeared out of nowhere. one of them said something along the lines of “the end is near,” while the other one whispered “this is a good time to repent and atone for our sins.” it felt like the longest one minute of my life, i wanted to leave as soon as i stepped on that elevator.

once the longest elevator ride of my life was over, i saw a store that was selling gadgets. i was lucky enough to get my hands on their last remaining camera, it looked so lonely in the shelf; all of a sudden everyone wanted to be a photographer. the cashier asked me if i was planning to take photos of the red moon that he kept hearing about, and if i could show it to him after i took plenty of shots because he couldn’t leave his store. i said sure. i mean, why the hell not?

this time i took the mall’s fire exit, i just wanted to take as many shots as i could before the sky turns back to its original state. i made a run for it.

after exiting the mall, i looked up. and what i saw was the most awe-inspiring view of the sky. and to think that the only time i was able to see one was through a refractor telescope, all of a sudden the planets were visible in the velvet sky. i can see jupiter, mars, and my favorite planet saturn. but all those enchantments were short-lived. they started growing bigger in size, i can hear everyone panicking. the new camera i bought was rendered useless, all i could think of was run. it would be a shame to be crushed by the planet i have admired all my life.

after tiring out, i found myself perched in a rooftop. i don’t remember when and how i got there, but i was there. i looked up once again and noticed that the planets weren’t falling; the earth is being pulled by the red moon. then it started to rain, but not the one that we’re used to. i couldn’t tell if they were glass shards or diamonds, one thing’s for sure: it penetrates the skin. i was unfortunate enough to be at the receiving end of it all, i was bleeding all over my body and the pain was excruciating. i can hear people screaming, begging for the pain to stop, i heard one of them say “on behalf of all my people, please forgive us!”

i saw that man get absolutely lacerated in half by a red lightning as glass shards nested themselves all over his expired body.

in sheer panic mode, i made my way inside of that building i was in and realized that it was a hospital. it’s hysteria in every corner. i can’t see it clearly, what’s killing them. those “things” appear to be invisible. the only thing that i could process with my eyes were the lightning strikes; red evaporates a person, and the blue one; it seems to do nothing but make them disappear, leaving their clothes behind. the orderlies, the nurses and the doctors were struck by red lightning. their blood painted the halls and the corners of that hospital red.

i managed to hide in one of the rooms where a patient in a coma was confined. under him was a man in uniform, he looked like a doctor. he asked me to barricade the doors, which i did with a cabinet next to it. “don’t let them find me,” he said, completely terrified. the horn in the sky progressively got louder to a point that it destroyed the door of that room, sending the cabinet i used to barricade it flying and shattering, hitting and rendering the person in a coma’s line to go flat. i couldn’t see anything, only thunder strikes. the doctor had his life taken right before my very eyes as red lightning began to split him in half, and another one, a blue lightning claiming the bedridden patient. then all that remained was me, i saw an entity without a face, piercing its claw in the left side of my chest as it began to emit the sound of a horn before a flash of red light blinded me, waking me from my nightmare.

it’s been a couple of days since i had that dream. it left me wondering, still. i wonder what made them claim my life using a red lightning?

[sakurachan7734]

A mouse and a lizard

Chapter 6: just kiss me already dummy

Slight s3xual content 

The next day at school

Kim: hay mary how long have you known Sally for? 

Mary: since middle school why?

Kim: well I am planning on telling her my feelings and I want to know what she likes

Marcy: well I do know that she likes long walks

Kim: ok dose she like flowers?

Mary: yes she absolutely loves tulips

Kim: tulips ok dose she like any candy?

Mary: yes and no she really likes mochi, but other than that she doesn’t really like candy or anything too sweet 

Kim: ok Is there a store that sells that? 

Mary: I know that store mall that sells Japanese snacks does 

Kim: ok good

Sally: hay Kim where were you yesterday?

Kim: oh I wasn’t feeling good so I stayed home

Sally: ok do you still feel sick?

Kim: no

Sally: ok can you meet me in the library after school?

Kim: yes I can

Sally: good * walks away*

Kim: oh my god she is so hot

Mary: you want to get her in the sheets hm?

Kim:* blush’s* WHAT?! No!!

Mary: yea sureee

Kim:* blushing* shut up

Mary: anyway try complimenting Sally throughout the day

Kim: what kind of compliments?

Mary: nice ones and maybe slip in a few ones about how sexy you think she is and nearly every girl I’ve seen her take liking to has had some big muscle so maybe show off yours if you have a chance 

Kim: if I get punched in the face if I try this stuff you’re telling me I’m blaming you

Mary: fair i’m definitely not the best person to come to for dating advice 

Kim: aren’t you secretly a succubus? 

Mary: shh don’t say out loud! But yes, that doesn’t mean I know what I’m talking about

Kim: ok I will let you know how it goes 

At lunch Sally decides to take a nap for a little bit she didn’t get much sleep last night but dream is different this time she is standing in front of two figures that look like her parents

Sally: mom, dad?

Angelina: hi my little princess

Zach: how was your life been since the incident?

Sally: well…. as you can see a bunch has changed about me I gotta a haircut

Angelina: sally dear if you’re trying to skip over the fact that you are now a girl we aren’t here to yell at you because of that

Zach:we are proud of you that you were able to realize who you are before you became an adult and but you didn’t try to push it down and try to say that you’re lying to yourself

Sally: really?

Angelina: yes we still love you, you were once a adorable little boy and now you’re a gorgeous woman 

Sally: thanks mom

Zach: and we are very happy that you were able to move on from what happened and you were able to find someone who makes those memories go away even if for a little bit

Sally: yea me too I try not to let it take over my mind because i know that would only slow me down

Angelina: that’s good we are proud of you sweetheart

Kim: sally?!

Sally:* wakes up* ah!

Kim: sorry didn’t mean to scare you

Sally: it’s fine do you need anything?

Kim: no I just wanted to say that you look very nice today and those jeans really highlight your curves

Sally:* chuckles* aww thanks 

Kim: and that shirt really suits you

Sally: thanks is this why you came up here?

Kim: kinda and the makeup you are wearing looks cute

Sally: thanks it took me forever eyeliner is hard

Kim: why do you want to meet me in the library?

Sally: I want to ask you something private

Kim: ok that lipstick shade looks great on you

Sally: thanks this one is my favorite but it would look better as kiss marks all over those muscles

Kim:* mind* oh my god I think she knows

Sally: You want to see how it will look and your cute face?

Kim:* blushing* maybe later

Sally: alright

The bell rings

Kim: we’ll see you later

A few hours later the school day ends and Kim goes to the library

Kim: hay Sally I’m here

Sally: hi Kim come over here

Kim:* walks over to sally* yes?

Sally: I know you love me

Kim: what?! No I don’t!

Sally: don’t lie to me Kim I see the way your eyes wonder around my body and I see that you act differently when you are around me and how you talk to me

Kim:…..ok you got me…..I do like you

Sally: kiss me then

Kim:* blushing* w-what?

Sally:*pulls Kim close* kiss me dummy

Kim pov

Without warning sally pulled me in and kissed me and it was a passionate kiss I didn’t know how to react so I kissed her back it went on for a few minutes her lips are soft I feel her arms wrap around my waist then I feel her pull away

Sally: sorry about that

Kim: it’s fine I liked it does that mean we are?

Sally: yes you are my girlfriend

After Kim and Sally are done in the library they both go home

John: so how was school Kim?

Kim: great! I got a girlfriend!

John: really who?

Kim: it is Sally!

John: that’s great I am happy for you!

Sally makes it back to her aunt house to call her

Sally: come on pick up

Linda:* answers* yes Sally? Can you make it quick have a short break

Sally: well I have a girlfriend! 

Linda: really who?

Sally: it’s Kim!

Linda: that girl you met at the hospital?

Sally: yes!

Linda: that is great I’m glad you are happy

End of story





[lightning-kachow]

Friday, November 10 –  Love Is Stored In The Garlic: Write about 10 significant meals that your character has had in their lives. Is it their favorite pasta dish? Is it the meal they were broken up over? Up to you to decide! Bonus points for images. 

A Life in 10 Pizzas | Self Para

Pizza Hut original recipe pan pizza, 1988

Monty’s falling asleep in the back seat of his parents’ new car, his muddy sneakers ruining the vinyl and stinking up the small space. He barely notices. He’s just gobbled down a whole pizza, complements of this new program at school where you get a coupon if you read a bunch of books. The Martinezes don’t need coupons, of course, but Monty likes winning, and that tastes even better than greasy, cheesy, bready goodness would on its own. “Best thing I ever ate,” he mumbles as he drifts off to sleep, and by the time the car pulls in, he’s out. His dad carries him inside, dreaming of pizza.

Luigi’s, 1991

“You have to- no, don’t throw it that high, Monty, you’re going to- alright, just be careful!” Marylou can’t contain her laughter as Monty throws the dough, higher and higher and higher. It’s Friday night and Luigi’s up the road has just started selling their dough that you can bake yourself at home. Monty’s just on the cusp of having cooler things to do on a Friday night, or more important things to do, really— he’s on the cusp of having practice every Friday night, like every other night. They pull the pie out of the oven together and Monty remarks that it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled. Marylou laughs. He always says that.

Domino’s pizza, 1996

It’s the worst pizza Monty’s ever eaten. It’s delicious, hot and fresh with fluffy crust and loaded down with pepperoni and sausage and mushrooms, but it tastes like Chick Hicks just outran him and he landed off the podium for the first time in his career. His parents try to tell him not to put so much pressure on himself, but he doesn’t want to hear it, so he hides away in the locker room with his pizza. Yeah. Still tastes like losing.

Chicago style, 1999

The cheese is under the sauce, apparently, and Monty’s apprehensive at first, but it’s a photo op, so he goes for it anyway. Can’t offend the Chicago Grand Prix boosters, after all, who are all very enthusiastic about the fact that they have their own version of everything: hot dogs, popcorn, and pizza, apparently. It’s not like Lightning can be precious about it. He’s from California, whose only claim to pizza is a mall chain restaurant. So Lightning tries it and it’s weird, but it’s good. Kind of like fame, he thinks.

It’s Not Delivery, It’s DiGiorno, 2001

He has his own apartment downtown now and he realizes, staring into his empty refrigerator, that he never learned how to cook. On the road, he has a nutritionist that tells his personal chef what to make him, but it’s the off season now, and for the first night in a week, he’s forgotten to order delivery. So it’s just him, his empty fridge and… oh yeah, Mom did give him that frozen pizza “just in case.” He’s hungry, and if you turn up the temperature, it cooks faster, right?

It tastes burnt. 

Zizzi, 2003

Bessie takes him here because she wants “the American perspective,” but she actually doesn’t, because she argues with him every time he makes a critique. But she actually does, because she can’t hide her big, million-watt smile every time he argues with her and neither can he, and it’s not long before they’re drunk on cheap wine and cheap pizza and mostly each other. They say a lot of stupid things. But everything is funnier when you’re drunk, and everything tastes better when you’re in love. (That’s what they say, right?)

Dollar slice, 2006

New York pizza is overrated if you ask Lightning. Everything here is overrated, overpriced, overcrowded. There’s not even a proper course nearby, which is why Lightning’s here in the off season, when it’s also too cold and too dark. And nobody even knows who he is. He walks into this dollar pizza joint across the street from his hotel and the guy calls him “boss,” but he calls everyone boss, doesn’t he? Lightning has a meeting with Sports Illustrated tomorrow and they’ll take his picture and ask him questions and feed him actual food and then he’ll feel like a star, but right now, at the peak of his career, Lightning chews a dollar slice and it tastes like being forgotten.

Neapolitan-style, 2010

So this is real pizza. That’s what Lightning tells Monica as they take their seats that overlook the Amalfi coast, the best seats in the restaurant, of course. It’s his thirtieth birthday! And the end of his most successful season yet, and sure he’s only been hooking up with this woman since the beginning of the summer, but what’s the point of having money if you can’t fly beautiful people around the world and introduce them to real Italian pizza?

It tastes… expensive. It tastes… like culture. It tastes… okay, actually, it kind of tastes like Pizza Hut.

Pizza Planet, 2022

No way is Lightning eating dinner cooked by a ghost. Are you crazy?! His first night in Swynlake, Lightning orders Pizza Planet, because at least he can get that here in this middle-of-nowhere little English town. No breakfast burritos. No sushi. No açai bowls. But at least they have pizza, and at least it’s been created by an actual living person.

Although… as the delivery driver turns around and heads back to his car, Lightning’s pretty sure he sees… are those antennae, sticking up out of his baseball cap?

Get him out of this place!

Pizza bagels, 2023

 Lightning told himself he wasn’t going to stop by the practice. He’d sent snacks over, but Cruz had already seen him in the athletic office once and he didn’t want to be a weirdo lurking around and waiting for people to thank him for his generosity. It wasn’t about that. It was about making up for what he’d done, in as many ways as he can. But the Pride U athletic director calls him up anyway and lets him know there were leftovers, and invites him over to his office for a cup of coffee now that practice has wrapped up and everyone has gone home. Pizza bagels and coffee don’t really go together, but pizza bagels and coffee and company do, and mostly, they kind of taste like hope. Like maybe cycles don’t have to repeat themselves forever.

[sailortongue]

Jobs with the Haikyuu boys

includes: Bokuto Koutarou, Suna Rintarou, Ushijima Wakatoshi

genre: fluff

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Build-a-Bear Bokuto

a summer job wasn’t how you wanted to spend your break from school

but bokuto koutarou working in the store across from you is certainly a plus

you frequently get distracted bc you’re much more interested in watching him interact with the kids than selling bath and body products to customers

this boy has your entire heart 

it’s so obvious that he loves what he does

he gets so excited to make the stuffies “come alive”

your favorite days tho are the ones where he comes in to buy perfume to spray for the kids’ stuffies

he’s so precious

y’all share your lunch breaks together <3

You’d just finished directing a customer to a specific scent when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and found yourself standing in front of the ace and captain of your school’s volleyball team.

“Oh, hey, Bokuto. Need more perfume already?” You could feel your face redden just by talking to him. You’d been crushing on him since the first time you attended one of his games.

He chuckled, “Yeah, it actually seems pretty popular. Can you get the one I bought last time?” He looked so hopeful, as if you would say no. 1. How could anyone say no to him? And 2. It was literally your job.

“Of course, of course.” You immediately knew which one he wanted. You’d been the one to recommend it, afterall. Kids tend to like sweeter things and there was no sweeter scent than vanilla sugar. He brightened up immediately that you remembered the one he was talking about. It was on brand for Bokuto to not know the name of the scent he sprayed numerous times a day. You couldn’t lie though, you were kinda glad about it because it meant he had to talk to you.

He beamed when you had successfully navigated through the crowded store to the shelf with what he wanted. “Yes! Thank you so much, Yn!” He plucked one off the shelf before engulfing you in a hug and making his way to the register.

You didn’t see Bokuto again until your usual lunch meetup in the mall food court. He was running late, but that wasn’t really out of the ordinary so you decided to go ahead and order your food. The food court didn’t have terribly many options, but a new Thai place had just opened so you figured you’d give it a shot.

You were already halfway through your meal by the time Bokuto ran up to your table huffing and puffing. You didn’t even get to greet him before he was shoving a large blue and white box into your hands. “Open it!” He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, positively giddy.

You giggled, “Okay, okay, I’m opening it!”

When you finally got the box open, you pulled out an owl plushie that smelled distinctly of vanilla. You gasped, “Oh, Bokuto, I love it! It’s so cute!”

“There’s more. Uhhh, I think it’s somewhere in the chest? Just squeeze until you find it, okay?”

You were confused what he could mean, but did as he instructed anyway. You eventually found out when you squeezed something hard and a recording of Bokuto’s voice came from the little plushy.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

——————

Movie Theater Suna

now that school was out you could finally look for a job to earn a bit of cash

lucky for you the local movie that was hiring

super lucky for you, you’ll be working with the one and only suna rintarou

the heartthrob from math class and middle blocker on the boys vball team

it’s a super easy job

all you have to do is check tickets before people walk into their respective rooms

it doesn’t take two people but you were paired up anyway

not that you were complaining

“Nah, you don’t need to show your tickets,” said Suna, waving the pair into the hall to continue to their movie.

You turned to him. “You need to do your job,” you deadpanned.

“Oh come on, the guy upfront tears the ticket when people walk in. You can’t even get this far without one, so what’s the point?”

He wasn’t wrong and all you could do was grumble in response. You wanted to smack that smug look off of his prettyboy face.

“SUNA!”

The boy in question didn’t even have to look over to know who that was. He groaned but otherwise ignored the loud-mouthed blond. 

“Hey, Suna,” greeted Kita. Suna said hey back, which apparently deeply offended Atsumu.

“How come ya said hey to him and not me?!”

“Because I actually like Kita,” answered Suna, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You cracked up at the quip from Suna, earning the attention of his teammates.

“You’re Yn, I presume?” asked Kita. You nodded.

Osamu joined the conversation, “Suna’s told us a lot about ya. Can’t seem to shut up about his pretty coworker. It was cute at first, but it’s beginning to get annoying.”

“Shut up, ‘Samu!” shouted a red-faced, embarrassed Suna, reaching over to hit Osamu over the back of the head.

“Yeah, Suna, when are ya gonna ask her out?” teased Atsumu, eager to tease Suna with his brother. “If you don’t, I might.” He winked at you, glancing at Suna to make sure he saw.

“Don’t you dare! What girl in her right mind would go out with you anyway? Yn’s smarter than that.”

“Hey! Plenty of girls are interested in me, thank ya very much!”

“Well, then, lay off Yn and ask one of them.” Suna was scowling now, not at all amused at being teased instead of being the teaser. It seems like Suna had completely forgotten that you were still there, listening to the whole conversation.

Kita whispered into your ear, “This is probably as close to a confession as you’ll get from Suna, even if it’s not direct. Hope it’s not too personal, but how do you feel about him?”

You whispered back, “I wouldn’t be opposed to going out with him. In fact, I think I’d quite enjoy it.”

Kita chuckled, “Y’heard that, Suna?”

Suna looked over from berating the twins, “Heard what?”

“Nothin’. Come on, guys, or we’ll miss the movie.” Kita said, beginning to walk away with the twins following.

It wasn’t until they disappeared into the theater that Suna spoke to you, but he avoided eye contact all the while. “Hey, save me some embarrassment and forget what they said, okay?”

You frowned. “So, you don’t wanna go out to eat with me? Maybe next Saturday?”

His head snapped up, a smirk growing on his handsome face, “You asking me out?”

A smile mirroring his slowly appeared on your face and that was enough for him. “I always imagined how I’d ask you out. Never thought you'd be the one to ask me.”

“So, is that a yes?”

“Yeah, that’s a yes.”

——————

Bus Boy Ushi

being a waitress sucks

but getting to see ushijima wakatoshi’s muscles flex when he wipes down tables?

um, yes? hello? mans is fOINE and he doesn't even know it smh

it's been both a blessing and a curse

on one hand, you get to see him almost everyday

on the other, you've gotten in trouble with your boss more than once for getting distracted

little do you know but ushi has the same problem with you

You were taking an older couple’s order when you saw your coworker and classmate in your peripheral cleaning off a nearby table. You swear you didn’t mean to, but you stopped paying attention to the woman’s order to watch Ushijima do his job. It wasn’t until Ushijima was carrying the dishes back to the kitchen that you turned back to see the old woman giving you a knowing look. You were absolutely mortified and began apologizing profusely. She laughed and waved them off. “It’s okay, dear. That’s one good looking man.” You saw her husband give her a pointed look but she ignored him and continued, lowering her voice, “And between you and me, I saw him looking at you on his way to that table over there. I think he likes you, too.”

If your face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now. Not only were you caught practically drooling over your coworker, but this sweet old lady was teasing you about it.

You finished taking the table’s order and brought it to the kitchen. You were quickly directed to the next table that had yet to be attended to. A table full of rowdy boys. Great, this was exactly what you wanted to deal with today. You recognized a few of them as members of the basketball team. You took a deep breath and steeled yourself. You weren’t even at the table yet and you could hear their conversation. Something about taking the spotlight from the volleyball team. As if that was ever gonna happen. Academics aside, the volleyball team was Shiratorizawa’s pride and joy.

You wasted no time when you got to the table. You wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. “Hi, I’m Yn, and I’ll be your waitress today. Can I start y’all off with any drinks or appetizers?” You took each of their orders, not missing the way one of them was eyeing you. Disgusting. Not that you had a leg to stand on. You basically did the same thing to Ushijima.

You walked briskly back to the kitchen, eager to get far away from that table. But alas, you had to serve them until they left. When you returned with their drinks, you could feel the creep’s eyes on your chest when you leaned across the table to place a drink down. God, they couldn’t leave fast enough. All you could do was grin and bear it.

“Do you know what you would like to order or do you need more time?”

“Well, that depends, are you on the menu?” 

You were taken aback, not expecting such a brazen attempt at flirting. You might have been too worried about losing your job to make a scene, but Ushijima, who had been bussing a table nearby, was not.

His deep baritone came from behind you, “Apologize. Now.”

You recalled the table’s conversation from earlier. So the fact that Ushijima was both ace and captain of the volleyball team was sure to make things worse.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Ushiwaka.”

“Well, I’m talking to you. Apologize to her. She’s obviously uncomfortable because of you. Flirting won’t get you a discount or her number. So order your food and leave.”

“Are y’all dating or something?”

“Yes.”

You blanched. Not in a million years did you ever think you would hear Ushijima call you his girlfriend. The guy scoffed before getting out of the booth and storming out of the restaurant. His teammates followed after him, but they actually had the decency to pay for their drinks. A few of them left a sizable tip as a way of apologizing for the trouble.

After they left, Ushijima asked if you were okay. You were fine thanks to him. It seems the old lady was right about Ushijima liking you because he asked if you’d like to date him for real. You were absolutely ecstatic.

Your boss, however, was fed up with both you and Ushijima, but that was fine. You may have lost your job that day, but you gained a boyfriend. Your first date was him taking you out for ice cream because he blamed himself for you losing your job.

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

The Perfect Gift

Pairing: Tony x reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut and flirting ( it’s Tony come on what’d you expect)

Summary: You are having a hard time finding a Christmas gift for your boyfriend Tony, until you find something, strange yet perfect at a mall kiosk

Christmas was coming up, and drawing closer every day, and you still hadn’t found a gift for your boyfriend, a genius, billionaire, philanthropist, he stopped being a playboy the second he met you, almost a year ago. I mean what do you buy for a guy who has everything? You had gifts for the rest of the team, as they were also your friends, but not Tony, no idea you found, was good enough.

One week before Christmas, Natasha and Wanda invited you to the mall for a shopping trip, you were reluctant to go; you weren’t the biggest fan of shopping but Tony found out and convinced you to go with his puppy dog eyes he saved for special occasions. Eh what the heck, maybe you’d find something for his gift. Natasha and Wanda were so excited you’d decided to join them, you guys went straight there.

You guys went to a bunch of different stores, you found a dress Tony would love on you, for when he held the Avengers New Years party. Nat and Wanda also found a dress, or two. You, Nat and Wanda were getting peckish so you three grabbed some soft pretzels. That’s when you saw it. The perfect place to grab a gift for Tony.

It was a kiosk selling tacky Avengers gear, like hats, shirts and socks, but that stuff wasn’t important. One item they had, that was the best gift ever, Tony would open his gift on Christmas Day and burst out laughing, he would love it.

Three words. Iron. Man. Underwear. They had some boxers that had Tony’s face on the butt cheeks. They also had a pair with his iron man suit’s head on them. Once you saw them you squealed and showed Nat and Wanda, they burst out laughing and agreed with you that Tony would love them.

You went over to the kiosk and bought both pairs of boxers and a couples’ shirt that said ‘her iron man’ with an arrow pointing to the right. He would love them. The three of you headed home, your mission accomplished. Once you got home you wrapped it up and set it under the tower Christmas tree.

~skip to Christmas Eve night~

“So……what did ya get me for Christmas babe?” Tony asked as you just got out of the shower in your and Tony’s shared room. “Not telling you Tones, you’ll find out tomorrow, and don’t even try with those puppy dog eyes” you state bluntly. “Ooh, is this my early Christmas present, I can’t wait to unwrap it” Tony says excitingly and only half joking, as he came closer hands out grabbing like he wanted a hug. “ Ha ha very funny babe, you’ll have to wait, I want to sleep, and not be sore tomorrow for present opening.” You say rolling your eyes. “Ugh fine, you’re no fun” Tony responds sarcastically, you know he would never actually pressure you into doing anything with him. You put his AC/DC shirt on as pajamas and got onto your side of the bed. Tony climbed into bed and said good night. You leaned over and gave him a kiss goodnight and you snuggled together, both excited for tomorrow.

You were awakened by your loving boyfriend shaking you awake like a 5 year old kid. You reluctantly got up and went out to the kitchen and grabbed some coffee. You then went to the living room where the team was gathering for presents. You handed Tony his cup of coffee you grabbed him and sat down. He instantly pulled you into his lap to sit claiming it was to ‘make room for others’ you laughed at his excuse and settled in. Wanda and Sam were super excited as they passed out the gifts and you guys got to opening, one at a time to Tony’s dismay, as Steve demanded. You made Tony open your gift last, his anticipation growing as time went on.

You guys finally opened everything, all that was left was the gift you gave Tony and the one he gave you. “Can I open it now? Pleeaaasssseee!!!!” Tony begged. You chuckled “go ahead babe, open it” Tony ripped it open and then doubled over in laughter. “Babe….it’s….amazing….” He choked out in between laughs. Everyone was now curious as to what it was so he held them up and everyone joined in the laughter. Tony then whispered that you should save his gift for when you two were alone….you gave him a suspicious eyebrow raise but agreed.

You helped the team make breakfast, well you made breakfast while Tony tried to distract you from the pancakes on the stove. Steve luckily stepped in and relived you from breakfast duty.

After breakfast the team got an emergency call from Fury saying there was a quick mission that Sam, Steve, Nat, Bucky and Wanda all needed to go on, evil doesn’t sleep even on Christmas. Those going went to suit up and Fury then turned to Tony “You owe me one Stark” you were a little confused by this statement but you would ask Tony later. Fury hung up and Tony led you to your room since everyone else was dispersed.

“Care to explain why you owe Fury one Tones?” You asked curiously after making it to your bedroom. “I kinda bribed Fury to not put me on the mission today, because I promised I’d spend Christmas with you.” Tony replied sheepishly. “Thank you Tones,” and with that you gave him a giant hug. “Now….open your present” Tony demanded as he shoved your present into your hands. “Well I guess we both had similar ideas” you laughed and pulled out the Iron Man lingerie set.

“Well, let’s just say I can’t wait to see it on…..the floor” Tony sent you a wink. You both spent the rest of the day snuggled up and watching movies, debating whether or not The Nightmare Before Christmas was a Halloween or a Christmas movie. This Christmas was perfect, now you just had to worry about finding him a gift for his birthday.

[rei-jjang]

hi could i please req a bahiyyih x female reader fluff, ty <3

aaaa hi there! this is my first req and thank you for asking! for sure, i'll make one <3

p.s I hope you’ll like it! :)

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"Do you have a partner for the prom already?" Hiyyih, your best friend, asked you. "I already told you, I'm not looking for one because I know for sure no one will ask me." you answered and yes, she’s been asking you that same question since they announced the date for the prom.

‘There you are.’ you saw a store that is selling what you’re looking for and entered there.

"Huba, can you tell me if this smells good?" You ran out of humidifier scent oil so you asked Hiyyih to come with you and buy one. "I'm thinking of changing the scent oil of my humidifier."

"First, I told you don't ever call me that. Let me smell it." she rolled her eyes and snatched the scent oil from your hand. She then sniff into it and nod her head maybe because of satisfaction. "This one smells good but I'll suggest you go with this one." She grabbed the rose essential oil and handed it to you. “Okay, then. I’ll go with this one.” you checked out and left the store.

"Hey, do you want to go to our house, now that you’ve bought what you were looking for?” Hiyyih asked and without further ado, you agreed as you don’t want to stroll around the mall anymore.

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“My parents aren’t home until late at night and my siblings are busy in college so I’m usually alone during weekends.” Hiyyih said as you entered their house. “Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” you asked and Hiyyih just laughed.

“Come, it’s been a while since we went to our treehouse.” That’s right, when they moved to this house, there was already a treehouse built on their backyard and both of you decided to name it yours just ‘coz.

When climbed up the treehouse and when you arrived at the top, you looked out and still find it amusing. “We always do have the nice timing climbing up here.” you said and after that, you just continued admiring the pinkish blue sky when Hiyyih blurted out something.

“Is it a bad thing if I like you, Y/N?” you looked at her and Hiyyih had her face plopped down as if she made a mistake. “No, it isn’t.” you approached and sat down next to her. As if a light lit on her face, she looked up and gave you her brightest smile she have for the day.

“I mean, it’s not your fault because...” you paused for a moment because after giving it a thought, you finally had the courage to tell Hiyyih what you have been hiding from her.

You looked at her and saw her face that is like a baby lion’s waiting for your answer. After gathering all your courage, you took a deep breath and continued where you paused.

“Because-I-like-you-too.” you said in a flash. Hiyyih then gave you a questioning face as she didn’t caught what you said. “Can you repeat what you said there?”

You stood up and stuck out your hand for her. She reached for it and stood up as well. You then placed her hands on your shoulders and your hands on her waist. “Before anything else, I really love calling you Huba so don’t scold me for calling you that.” you said and both of you laughed.

“You know how you kept asking me about prom date?” Hiyyih nodded, “There were actually some guys that have already asked me but I rejected them because I only want to date one person.” you looked at her and couldn’t help but appreciate her face.

Without realizing it, you just found your hands cupping her face. “And that’s you, Huba.” you kissed her forehead and faced her again. “I like you.” And then tears fell down Hiyyih’s face. “Hey, why are you suddenly crying?”

“It’s just that..” she paused to stop herself from crying. “I thought I’m just delusional about liking you that’s why I just ignored my feelings. So I talked about it with my sister and she also said it’s not my fault for liking someone as the same gender as me.” you smiled and hugged her. “Don’t worry. I was also confused at first because it’s a new feeling for the both of us.”

“But here we are now, we finally solved our feelings to each other.”

You pulled out and asked, “So, you’ll be my date for prom?” Hiyyih nodded as agreement and she jumped from happiness. “There you go. I love it when you’re all happy like that.” you smiled at each other and without notice, Hiyyih kissed you on the cheeks and she noticed your cheeks went red after. “Don’t you dare do that again without any notice.” you laughed it off and hugged her again.

“Thank you for being there for me.”

“I’ll never leave your side no matter what happen.”

[fluffi]

REACTION TO YOU ASKING FOR THEIR JACKET :: STRAY KIDS

pairing: ot8 x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 800+ event: 210325 stray kids anniversary <3 author’s note: 3 years with skz so I finally decided to do an ot8 reaction! this got kind of repetitive (because I picked such a detailed reaction prompt T-T) so its more of a ‘reaction to you being cold’. hope that works out! warnings: none that im aware of

BANG CHAN

you wouldn’t even have to ask for a jacket.

“channie!! how are you-”

“im good. you look cold. give me a second.”

“i mean, I didn’t realize till you said it, but-”

would take off his jacket/hoodie promptly and cover it over you.

afterwards he’ll ask if you want to be cuddled, and you would obviously agree because its bang chan and he’s the best! cuddler! ever!

husband material 1/2

LEE KNOW

tsundere 1/2

“minho, can i borrow your jacket :(”

“why dont you have your own?” *rolls eyes dramatically*

of course, he’s not going to leave you cold, how dare he

he’ll end up chucking his jacket at you, bUT he’ll stare at you intensely until you’ve worn it fully and will make sure that you’re snuggled and comfy

“I literally asked you to bring something warm and you didn’t listen”

tries not to show it, but he constantly checks up on you afterwards to make sure that you’re warm.

(gets upset when you call him out for it)

CHANGBIN

“hey, are you cold?”

grabs your arm and feels it to make sure you’re not cold.

bUT YOU ARE. YOUR ENTIRE ARM IS FROZEN.

“oh my gosh you’re a literal freezer”

this could go two ways:

1. will immediately take off his jacket and wrap it around your shoulders

2. if the two of you happen to be in a mall or a place that sells clothing, he would ask you to pick a jacket in a clothing store,

then pay it for you and ask you to wear it around!! (help thats so cute im scREECHING)

its a two-in-one: he keeps you warm and makes you happy

afterwards he would keep his arm around your shoulder to make sure you’re double-layer warmed :)

HYUNJIN

“jinnie do you have a spare jacket”

“why? what for? omg are you cold”

mentally freaks out and gets mad at himself for not checking up on you.

his mind right now: loml bubs is cold and I need to give jacket *screams*

will give you his jacket with no hesitation

then proceeds to backhug you and rub your cold hands with his warm ones.

(he says its to spread warmth around but we both know that it’s just an excuse)

he just wants to be able to hold not one...but both of your hands in his! ;)

HAN

why do I feel like the both of you wouldn’t bring a jacket T-T

“hey I’m kind of cold, do you have a jacket”

“i was just gonna ask you that”

oh great, now the two of you are shivering.

DO NOT FEAR!! CUDDLES ARE ALWAYS THE SOLUTION!

(cuddles could totally end world hunger just saying /j)

the both of you would result to snuggling up against each other.

jisung would be mad at himself for not being responsible of his one and only,

but its okay, now you’re super warm with his hugs and cuddles 

that’s better than just a piece of fabric

FELIX

literal king at taking care of his boo

“do you have a jacket-”

“yeah, I have mittens too? if you would want that? I have a padding jacket that you could pull over a sweatshirt that I have in the backseat. it should be your size but-”

“felix, we’re going to a mall.”

he has eVERYTHING!

he’s probably got those instant heating pads and he has every sort of hoodie in every color and shape in your size!!

hes just that great of a boyfriend :]

you could say that your legs were tired when running and he would just pull over with a whole caravan for you to relax in.

husband material 2/2

SEUNGMIN

ah, our neighborhood dandy boy

tsundere (?) 2/2

“hey I forgot to bring a jacket, would you have a spare”

“tsk tsk tsk”

but of course our organized king has a spare jacket for you (that’s probably in the same style/color as his so the two of you can match!)

he pretends to be annoyed but honestly thinks that its so endearing

he just loves being able to take care of you 

(and would love for you to forget your jacket more often so he can flex his caretaking skills)

would probably end up asking some random passerby to take a picture of the two of you (in your matching hoodies)

I.N

baby bread is about to take care of his baby

“jeong, do you have a jacket? i’m kinda cold”

“jacket...uhh”

frantically looks around for a spare jacket but resorts to giving you his at the end.

now he feels bad about leaving you cold for so long and not realizing that you were chilly in the first place

from then on he checks on you every single time you guys step inside a room with AC and brings a spare jacket inside his bag at all times!

jeongin bestest agenda

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