and maybe some groceries

Real advice

So a lot of you on here are teens and might be getting ready to be out on your own. Here are some things I learned the hard way or that are just good to know.

  • Never smoke or quit if you are currently. The cost of addictive smoking is more than half your groceries a month AND the bodily cost will surprise you.
  • Drink water. Yeah okay I know this one sucks but water is much much cheaper than soda, trust me. Your skin will thank you.
  • Send thank you cards. Don’t have any? Get the cheap ones and send those. It doesn’t matter how nice they are, the fact that you sent a thank you card matters. Send it for gifts, people calling you to check on you, those adults who helped you move, and even people who interview you.
  • Withhold 1. Okay so speaking of jobs, on your forms (US) where you are trying to figure out your tax withholding, put one. Yourself. It’s an easy way to make sure you don’t owe $2,000 in April and you still get a pretty decent check. 
  • No pets. If you don’t have a pet now, don’t get one. It’s super hard to get an apartment that will let you have a pet when you are first starting out. Wait until you are a bit older and can afford to rent more than a one bedroom apartment. 
  • Insurance. You’re young, so why do you need life insurance? Because that’s the best time to get it. Yeah, it’s a dumb expense to pay right now, but if you get it early, you can afford it. The longer you wait, the more expensive it is. Car insurance is going to be high for a few years, but it will drop around 22 and 25 years old. Health insurance usually comes through your job and please don’t ignore it. Renter’s insurance is usually pretty cheap and it covers you if there is a fire or natural disaster and you have to go back home to mom.
  • Off brand. This goes for food, clothing, makeup, and cleaning supplies and just about anything else you can think of. For food, Aldi’s is your best friend. I can go fill up a cart of just food and it will cost maybe $70. the same amount of food at Walmart is easily over $150. You can of course be picky, but try to get the majority of your food off brand. Hygiene products too. Goodwill is great for clothes, but plan a trip. Save like 60 bucks and drive near a big city where the rich people live. Go to the goodwill there. You can basically get an all new wardrobe for pennies on the dollar. Makeup is tricky. It can be really really expensive but you don’t really have to buy all of it name brand. Pick whats most important to you. I prefer eye shadows and lipsticks name brand and I deal with everything else from the drugstore. With he right techniques, you can make it look expensive. As for cleaning, I always use dollar tree stuff minus my laundry detergent because of allergies. Bleach, stain spray, and vinegar are gonna be your best friends,.
  • Car. Okay so yeah, that brand new car is nice and sure, maybe you can afford it. For now. Disaster will strike. Something will come up and bam, you’re stuck choosing if you want to walk everywhere or eat. Try getting a slightly used car, such as one of the ones they let people test drive a lot or a car that has previously been leased. Just as nice and much MUCH cheaper. And I have gotten THREE cars with no down payment so don’t let them tell you you can’t. But it is nice to put it down,even $100. 
  • Negotiate. Don’t be afraid to haggle with people. Yeah it’s intimidating but it’s 10 minutes of your life versus hundreds of dollars a year. What can you negotiate? Almost anything. Car payment. Rent. Insurance. Hospital bills. Even due dates for the bills you can’t negotiate on. Also, if something comes up where you have to skip a payment on something, call them. Give them like $25 and explain your situation. Ask if your payment date can be moved with the $25 as a goodwill promise to pay the rest later. It works. They would rather move your date than send you to collections. 
  • Collectors. Okay so this one is tricky. If you have fallen behind and owe a collector, don’t fret. I do too, even as I write this. Owing a collector means that the original service has been paid (health bills, credit card ect) and you are now paying the people who paid your bill. (I know it’s confusing) however, they will usually want the entirety of what they paid for you in 6 months. Meaning if they just paid a bill for you that was $3,000, they are gonna ask for $500 a month. That’s rent. That’s crazy. Tell them outright what you can afford and don’t lie about it either. If you can afford $100, tell them that. If you can afford $50, tell them that. If you can’t afford to pay them anything when they call you, let them know when you can. If you can’t afford it when you told them you could, don’t answer your phone to a number you don’t know. I know that sounds horrible but if you are renting an apartment, renting a car, and literally own nothing, they can’t do much to you. Just pay when you can and try to maybe pick up some extra shifts at work to make a payment. I have been dodging collectors for about three years. I owe I think three right now. I pay ONE of them a month, but it’s a large payment to keep them quiet for a while. I do not suggest this for you, I am just letting you know what I do.
  • Credit Cards. Okay, the big one. Many adults will tell you to never ever get a credit card and that’s just not feasible in this world. However, it can be addicting to be able to go to Walmart when you are negative in your bank account and get that $10 movie. I mean, it’s just 10 bucks right? WRONG. It will build up fast and soon the one credit card you have will be maxed. So you have to get another for emergencies. And another. And so on. So here’s my advice; Get a credit card through the same bank as your checking and tell them to put a limit on it and not let it raise. Then lock that sucker away and forget you have it until a real emergency comes up like a flat tire, short on money for groceries, or that collector that hasn’t been paid in 4 months. You can make it on one credit card if you are strict with your money, which I am sure you don’t have a lot of.
  • Budget. Speaking of money, write out a budget for yourself. Don’t know how? Here’s the easiest way. Most people get paid bi-weekly so here’s how to do it. Make two columns, Check 1 and Check 2. If you have a full time job you know about how much your checks are going to be so put the amount at the top of each column. Now that hard part - figure out what is due when. Is something due June 1st? Take it out of check 2 (end of May). Is something due May 14? Take it out of check 1 (beginning of May). That main thought process behind your budget is that you want to have the money for a bill set aside before it’s due. Paying a bill a few days early is a great way to make a good financial reputation for yourself and for some things even build credit. Now if you get paid bi-weekly, you will sometimes have a month where you get 3 checks. DON’T BLOW IT. Put it right back into your budget as Check 1 and keep the flow going. If you prepay bills, like your car or your rent or your credit card, and stay a month a head of those big ones, you may need that wiggle room later. If your car, for instance, is paid ahead 1 month, you can use the car money you would normally pay that month for maybe some extra groceries or some small emergency without using your credit card and you won’t even fall behind! You’ll just be back to owing every month instead of being ahead. It’s like a savings account without the temptation to blow the money. 
  • Simplicity. Enjoy simple things. A gym is expensive, go for a walk instead. Cable is expensive, pay for internet. Phones are expensive, get on a family plan (there is no shame in staying on your parent’s plan, just pay your share). Food is expensive, enjoy leftovers. Movies are expensive, go early and resist any snacks. Shopping is expensive, go to the mall and spend all day trying on cute clothes and taking selfes in the dressing room (makes you feel like a million bucks sometimes!). Time is expensive because you don’t have a lot of it so If you want to stay in bed all day on your day off, do it. If you want to binge on your day off, do it. If you want to just play board games with friends on a Saturday night with a few beers, do it. Simple fun is way better for your pocket and your anxiety.
  • Mental Health  - speaking of anxiety, make sure you take care of your brain. Go outside, even if it means sitting on your steps. Wake up early, even for just an hour. Don’t burn yourself out at work or school because you will suffer the consequences. Make a schedule. If you have trouble with timekeeping, ask for help. If you feel you do have a real mental disorder, see if your employer has what’s called and EAP program (employee assistance program). They usually help you find a mental health provider and give you a few visits for free. This will help you narrow down what exactly you have and after you’re free visits are up you can see who is in your health insurance network that can provide you the mental care you need. if you are prescribed drugs, always get generic. If there is no generic, ask for an alternative. I will not lie to you, mental health is the hardest thing to treat. It took me 8 years and a lot of money to figure out the right medication cocktail for me and my bipolar/ schizophrenia (yes I have both). Turns out I only need two pills, and if I were to refill both of them right now, I wouldn’t even pay $10 thanks to my health insurance (which sucks but at least it’s there) and because I got generics. Also, talk therapy can be pricey but sometimes only a few sessions can change your life. I have literally only been to talk therapy 11 times in my life and that was to deal with PTSD, bipolar, schizophrenia, and suicidal tendencies. 11 sessions. That’s 11 hours. And yeah, I paid over $400 out of pocket for those collectively. But if I hadn’t I would probably be dead right now so it was worth it.
  • Connections. Calling your friends is awesome because sometimes, it’s free therapy. And okay, maybe you’re 19 and you still have a horrible relationship with your parents. It’s okay. I am 25 and I still have problems with my parents. My whole family actually. Social media is a kind of safety net for me because that’s where I can be myself. Find where you can be yourself, it will help you stay sane.
  • Clean. Sometimes when I feel crappy, I take a shower. I clean the living room. I do the dishes. I vacuum. I mop. I open the windows. I get the trash out of the house. Change into some clean clothes. Organize my desk. Clean out your closet and put all your unwanted clothes in bags to donate. Just a small amount of cleaning can make you feel like you accomplished something. 
  • Hobbies. This one is a little hard too. It depends on your personality, your budget, and how much free time you have. Drawing , singing, and writing are free. Exercising can be free if you run or walk in the park. But most hobbies do actually cost money. Video games, playing an instrument, painting, sewing, cooking/baking, making things - those all cost money. Some of them lots of money. But you have to have a hobby outside of social network, sleeping, and working. It’s another thing to keep you sane and it’s just a good idea.
  • Toxic people. Do not be afraid to cut people out of your life that do nothing but make you feel bad about yourself or insult your life. This could mean breaking up with your partner, unfriending a person from your social circle, cutting out a whole circle of people, or even not talking to a relative(s). It’s not easy for some people but if they do not build you up, they will only tear you down. 
  • Drink at home. Okay so this one might sound like a no brainer, but I’ll explain it anyway. Packs of beer and hard liquor bottles are cheaper than a pint and a shots at the bar. Bottles of wine are cheaper than a glass at a restaurant. It’s never okay to drive drunk or even after one bottle of beer. NEVER. Staying at home is cheaper all around and you can drink in your pajamas while watching Finding Nemo on loop. Or invite some friends over and create a drinking game out of a show, a game you already have, or just talk and drink. 
  • Sleep. This one is so important. You need a good bed and a quiet, dark place to sleep. If you are scared of the dark, get a night light. Can’t sleep in silence? Get a fan. I have both of these and they help. You’re brain will feel tired if you ‘slept’ for 12 hours but only got 1 hour of REM. REM can really only happen every night if you are in a calm and dim environment. Quality of sleep will effect your eating habits, your emotional state, your mental stability, and your ability to make rational decisions among other things. 

So these are obviously just a few things, but I feel they are important to share. Please feel free to add any and reblog it for those about to enter adulthood. 

Just Ask - Part 2

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Wow, I’m literally overwhelmed with the amount of positive response I got for the fist chapter, thank you guys so much for commenting/liking/reblogging!

Thank you @nathalieruaudel for letting me use you as the best friend, I love you

Part 1

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The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.


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Breaking the Rules (Hamliza Soulmate AU)

Eliza Schuyler had never been one for breaking rules.

She knew the way things were supposed to be. She knew how the world worked, the structures and paths that were all laid out for people to follow and she saw no sense in trying to go against all that. Of course, some people called the system restrictive. It did cause its problems. When one person’s world suddenly exploded into colour when the others stayed resolutely black and white. For two people on opposite sides of some divide or other, some imaginary line, to only find themselves staring at each other in full colour with just the brush of their wrists. When two people brushed up against each other in a train station, in a busy crowd on an apparently normal day, for one person’s world to suddenly tilt on its axis, for the black and white to jolt away only for them to turn around and find whoever had caused it just gone. Lost in the crowd. A person’s life could change at any moment, with no warning and no way out of it.

But those stories were few and far between. For most people the system worked fine. At some college party or maybe at your new workplace or maybe even the grocery store on some drizzly Saturday morning, a brush of skin and the black and white world you’d known since you first opened your eyes would slide away and that was it. Your soulmate. And your new life along with them. You introduced yourselves and made arrangements, simple as that. There was no awkward fumbling or uncertainty in most cases, just the knowledge that you and this person were meant to be together, in whatever capacity they saw fit. Love and marriage, in the majority. Unshakable friendship in others or a brotherhood stronger than anything, just a deep rooted, bone level bond between two people. It was security and safety and it couldn’t be denied, not with the evidence right there in front of you. Everyone knew that as soon as you made contact with your soulmate, then the black and white world became full of colour. Couples who had been together for years spoke fondly of the wonder that was colour, of being able to apply the simple concept of the word green to the leaves on the trees, of blue to the roiling sea, of red to the sky on a particularly beautiful evening. Of having abstract words become a gorgeous reality, all thanks to the one person who understood you and loved you in a way no one else could, thanks to finding your soulmate. From that very first touch.

Because those were the rules. First touch, a world of colour. Soulmates. Such a simple formula.

Eliza was more surprised than anyone to find that she was the one person who had broken the rules.

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Notes on Prosperity Magick

Hey, all. I wanted to write up a quick Prosperity Magick 101 post. 

I’m not going to claim to be an expert. Instead, I’m a witch who has had success with prosperity spells, and I’ve studied them quite a bit. I’m quite in tune with earth energy, which is what prosperity is rooted in, so prosperity spells just really vibe with me. 

So, here are some important lessons I’ve learned about prosperity magick that I wanted to share with you today. 

1. Prosperity Magick Responds Best to Specific Needs

When casting a prosperity spell, be sure that you have a specific need or goal in mind. I also recommend ensuring that it is a sincere one. I’ve never had luck amplifying my income with a prosperity spell when I didn’t need to do so. However, during times that I sincerely needed more money, the energy came quickly and the spells were potent. 

For example, a few years back, I was working two jobs and going to school full-time, barely making ends meet. But, I wanted to study abroad. So, I prepared a money-drawing charm and focused my magick on being able to study abroad. The next time I went to the grocery store, I felt the overwhelming urge to buy a scratch off lottery ticket. It was a feeling I couldn’t sway, so I bought one for $1… and won $1000.

When I was making $35,000 per year and had no financial needs, I tried to make another money draw charm even though I didn’t need anything. Even as I was making it, I could tell that the energy just wasn’t there.

2. Prosperity Is More Than Just Money

Sometimes, it’s tempting to make a prosperity spell that’s just “bring me more money.” 

Prosperity is multifaceted, and when you cast a spell seeking prosperity, you need to be open to whatever forms your prosperity may take in response. 

Let’s say you use a prosperity spell to ensure that you have enough money to cover rent. Keep your eyes open for more than just a sudden influx of cash. Maybe some groceries you always buy go on sale, or you get a decent coupon. Perhaps the weather is clear, and you can walk more and drive less, saving gas money. Situations such as this would give you an opportunity to save money. You may need to help the spell along by identifying these savings and using that money to meet your needs. 

3. Prosperity Spells Don’t Have to be Complex 

Prosperity spells can be incredibly simple. Have access to mint, basil, or sage plants? Just clip a leaf and place it in your wallet or wherever you keep your money. Trust that the plants power will draw money to you. 

One of my favorite prosperity spells is to take a few mint leaves and a few basil leaves, and stitch them up in a flat pouch (green or white cloth with green stitching, preferably). Charge the basil with an intention of banishing poverty, stress, and new debts. Charge the mint with attracting prosperity, comfort, and wealth. Place it in your wallet or wherever you keep your money. Boom. That’s a prosperity spell. 

4. Accept that there may be Some Give and Take

Prosperity doesn’t always look the way we expect it. Shortly after I won the $1000 prize on a scratch off, I was able to buy my plane ticket, but needed more money to ensure that I could eat while abroad. So, I cast another prosperity spell.

Surely enough, I got a job offer at a chain restaurant. It paid a dollar more per hour than the job I had at the independent, locally owned restaurant I already worked at. 

I had to make a trade off. I could have a job I loved that paid less, or a job I didn’t enjoy that paid more. Since it was only in the short term, I chose the job that paid more. If you’re looking at a long run situation, consider if the toll on your mental health and happiness is worth it. 

FOUR IN THE MORNING

Summary: Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth’s betrayal; Dan Howell’s never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who’s afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan’s just afraid of the response.

Words: 8.1k

Warnings: Swearing, self-injury (bruising), depression, insomnia(?)

Author’s Note: **READ THIS** Between each scene, a week has gone by, except for the space between the park scenes.

Insomnia (noun) - habitual sleeplessness; inability to sleep

3:49 AM.

Each time Dan closes his eyes, he feels like fire is spreading through his lids, coursing past his optic nerve and digging into the recesses of his brain. It’s cold, silent, like the clicks of his keyboard are nonexistent and there isn’t a nagging in the back of his mind that he should go to sleep, and that maybe there’s something wrong. All he can think is that he’s never been good at going to bed.

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The Parent Trap - Epilogue

Character: Dean Winchester

Warning: None

Word Count: 656

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven

Summary: The conclusion to The Parent Trap series.

Story:

   “Fourth grade, everybody! Up and at ‘em! First come first serve on breakfast!” Dean’s voice booms down the hallway, not rousing the children as intended, but helps to bring you out of your fatigued stupor.

   “Dean, it’s one thing to have you not be in bed when I wake up” —you tell him as you shuffle into the kitchen— “but it’s another for you to be so loud at seven AM.”

   “Babe?”

   “Hm?”

   “Cover your ears.” Dean sucks in a breath and bellows, “CARPOOL LEAVES IN TWENTY MINUTES! I NEED MINI-ME AND A YOUNG MAN OUT HERE PRONTO!”

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Hitch a Ride Part 2. (Katlaska) - Vixen

So Im not sure if anyone other than me really wanted a sequel to Hitch a Ride (which you can find here) but  I really love this fic tbh, its one of my favourites. Id like to give a shout-out to Boleyn, who sent me the loveliest message which completely inspired me and brought me out my little funk. You prompted me to write a fic for Vixen, and this is it really. As always, let me know what you think either here or on my sideblog. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I did writing it -Vixen.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Are there any more short fics that are written very poetically and with a lot of metaphors? Like Stitching up The Seams, Four in the Morning, Chocolate Ice Cream and bourbon, From Inside the Black Hole? I'd prefer if they were short-ish (just one part).Thank you!!

Chocolate Ice Cream and Bourbon - It’s not as if Dan doesn’t want to go to the parties that he’s obligated to go to as a university student. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and Dan knows that him and parties should not mix. That is, until he isn’t alone, and he meets a solemn writer named Phil.

Four in the Morning - Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth’s betrayal; Dan Howell’s never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who’s afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan’s just afraid of the response.

The Five Times Phil Lester Cried After Sex and the One Time It Didn’t Matter - Sex has always meant more to Phil than just sex, but it takes him a long time to learn that crying afterwards isn’t a bad thing.

Nobody, Not Even the Rain - (tw) Dan is fine. It’s what he’s told himself all along. Even though it hurts when he has sex with his boyfriend, even though he shakes for no reason at all; he’s fine. He’s happy. But when he meets Phil, he learns about respect, trust, and how a relationship is truly supposed to be like. Most of all, he learns that maybe he’s not doing so well after all.

The Wanting Comes In Waves - After moving to the tiny Welsh coastal village of Rhagfyr, Phil struggles to find a new way of living, what with his new school and the decision of his future still on the table. Dan is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps there’s beauty inside destruction.

I don’t blame you much (for wanting to be free) (ao3) - Phil first saw Dan, in a tiny museum in Manchester, wearing a nametag that said Dylan, cleaning one tiny patch of floor over and over, fringe falling in his eyes, staring at The Sea at Saintes-Maries like it was the best thing he had ever seen, like he was looking at something behind it, something hidden. Phil had said “hey, that’s my favourite too. Everyone always walks straight past it” and Dan had jumped like a startled cat and then instantly scurried off. Phil had thought no wait stay. And Dan hadn’t, obviously.

But We Were Screaming in Colour - au in which artist!dan’s idea of a romantic first date involves interrupting phil’s dissertation research and having sex in a pile of paint. this is their whirlwind relationship, as told in acrylic and prose.

Blue - Dan is an artist who sees people as colours and Phil needs money.

I looked up poetic fics and some of these came up, and then others are off the top of my head (: if anyone else has some recommendations, please feel free to rec them!
-Rachel

anonymous asked:

Can I please have a heated Jimin shower smut

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

for real tho am I gonna say no to this…

the answer is no I’ll never say no to Jimin smut goodbye *flies away*

Also I hope it’s okay that by heated I made it angry sex GOODBYE AGAIN *DIVES INTO PIT OF LAVA*

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He was still mad about the party last night.

Jimin wouldn’t get over how you even met eyes with another guy at that party. You wondered if he enjoyed getting angry or something, because it sure seemed like it with the grudge he was holding this time.

You’d woken him up this morning, but all Jimin did was ignore you. He didn’t even eat the breakfast you’d made him, when he always did after an annoying hang over hit him.

Not wanting to bother his eating, you decided to go take a shower. Jimin had no schedule today, so it would be awkward around the house if you just hung around there. Maybe you could find something useful to do, like get some grocery shopping done? If you cooked his favorite dinner, he always forgave you. Jimin was born to eat.

After undressing, you threw your clothes into the laundry basket and climbed into the shower. You were still tired, so you stood there idly for a minute. 

That was when Jimin came in.

“Get out, I need to shower.” He was half asleep, and shirtless with a towel around his neck. You pushed aside the curtains, mostly in disbelief.

“Excuse me? I’m already in the shower. Wait your turn.”

“You take all the hot water, I’ll only be five minutes.”

“Wait your turn!” You snapped, closing the curtain again like it’d stop him. You could see through the curtains partially, and Jimin was already undressing the rest of himself.

He stepped inside the shower, totally ignoring you. The shower was big enough for both of you, and this definitely wasn’t the first time you’d showered together. Still, it upset you that he didn’t want to wait his own turn.

“Move, I need to get water. Jimin!” The higher pitch your voice was going, the more annoyed the both of you got.

“Just let me shower, I’ll get out after washing my hair.” You muttered, trying to push him aside. Jimin turned swiftly, pinning your back against the cool wall. His face was close to yours, and you could faintly smell the food you’d made on his breath. So he did eat it

“Jimin, come o-” He cut you off, running a cold hand down your body all the way to your ass. Lightly, Jimin squeezed it, making you push closer against his body.

“All those guys looking at you last night…” He muttered, voice rough and low. Lightly, Jimin dragged his hand up to your breast, throat, neck, until he was cupping your chin. You couldn’t meet his eyes for some reason, so he made you look at him forcefully.

Water was hitting him so nicely. Jimin had water streaming down his shoulders, and his hair was slicked back so his forehead showed prettily. His eyes were narrowed to slits, and he chewed on his bottom lip.

“Did you hear me?”

You nodded. “I heard you.”

“Should I show you whose you are? Do you not know?” He kept on with his low voice, almost making you shiver.

“I’m yours, Jimin-”

“I don’t believe you.” Jimin practically sang, moving his face closer to yours. Without either of you closing your eyes, Jimin sucked your bottom lip between his teeth, biting it hard enough to draw blood.

He finally let your lip free, eyes boring into yours. Jimin leaned close to you, with one hand holding onto the wall near your head. His hand slid down to the nape of your neck, lightly caressing his fingers along your collarbone.

“I think I have to show you.”

“Okay. Show me.” You agreed, beginning to anticipate what he was about to do with you. You raised your leg around him, pulling his lower region closer to yours.

“Stop being so anxious, I’m in charge here.” He purred against you, moving his lips to your neck. Jimin pressed his lips hard, not bothering to care if he left marks on you. His kisses were rough, and he took his sweet time on sucking in the same spot over and over. You were going to be left purple after this, obviously.

“Jimin, I-”

“Be quiet.” He ordered you, pushing your head back against the wall so that you were looking up at the ceiling. Half of Jimin’s body was pressing yours against the wall, so you were basically stuck there while he did what he wanted.

Your hand closed around Jimin’s member, and even though it was a cramped space, you still tried your best to jerk him off. You ran your thumb along his slit, before bringing the spilling pre-cum down his shaft and working him out.

His lips froze on yours for a second, before picking up twice as hungrily. You held tightly, and brought your hand up his member in a slight spinning motion. Jimin’s hand fell onto your breast, and he lightly fondled it. He picked his head up, giving you enough space to begin kissing his shoulder. You lightly nipped at it while bringing your hand up and down his shaft, and he let out what sounded like an irritated groan.

“You’re mine…”

“Mmm,” you replied, pulling his face down to yours. Jimin’s already swollen lips pressed unforgivably against yours, immediately making you open your mouth for his tongue.

He began to shiver a little, so you knew he was close. Jimin’s hand caught yours as it moved up and down his shaft. Your lips broke contact, and his eyes met yours.

“Suck me off.” He commanded, lightly pushing your shoulders down. Jimin was going to cum into your mouth, you both knew it.

You got to your knees, immediately licking his head and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Jimin sharply sucked in a breath, holding your hair with tight fingers. He thrust deeper into your mouth, almost making you choke.

You didn’t move slow, knowing that’s not what he wanted. Your head began to bob up and down his cock, and sometimes you stopped just to use your tongue on his slit or dick head.

Jimin came quickly after you began to suck him off, and you swallowed all of it, without leaving anything. Jimin pulled you back up to him, not hesitating to press his lips to yours again. His hands roamed freely this time, pulling your legs apart.

“You’re wet even without the water, (Y/N)ah…” Jimin murmured against your lips, rubbing your core with his middle finger. He teased a digit inside, before pulling out almost fully.

“N-no don’t…” You whined, placing your hand on his wrist so you could push his finger in farther.

“It’s not going in any farther.”

“Don’t tease me-” You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the wall. Jimin snorted, pulling his finger again.

“Like this? You want this, or don’t?”

“I don’t!” You held onto Jimin’s shoulders, biting your lip to keep from screaming at him.

“Oh, you do?” Jimin added another finger, wearing a grim smile that made you unhappy. You couldn’t help it, though. He felt really good. Jimin curled his fingers inside of you, wrapping his other hand around your waist so you wouldn’t move as much.

“Do you want me?” He wondered, biting the bottom of your lobe playfully. You simply breathed out an answer, letting him know you did. Jimin’s lips kissed from your cheekbone to neck.

“In the shower?”

“Mm, I don’t care-oh.” He’d hit a really good spot. Jimin kept pressing his fingers against the spot, achingly slow. You bucked your hips to get more pressure, but Jimin’s fingers weren’t getting any longer.

“In the shower, in the shower. I can’t wait.” You took his member in your hand again, pumping a few times so he’d grow harder.

Jimin took his fingers out of you. He didn’t bother to suck them clean, he was too eager for something else. He held himself, pressing against your middle. Jimin picked up your thigh to gain better entrance, before pushing himself inside of you.

“God…” You groaned, pressing your nails into Jimin’s shoulders. He leaned his face closer to yours, but neither of you beckoned for a kiss.

He began to move, and you were glad it was against the good spot. He wasn’t going to last long, having just finished only minutes before entering you. Jimin’s face already twisted with pleasure, his mouth agape with no sound escaping.

He moved without rhythm, which was fine. It was fast and hard, which is all that mattered. His hands held your waist, helping you push down as he thrust deeper inside of him.

“Fuck, you’re clawing really hard. No, I didn’t say stop.”

It was true, your fingernails were digging into him like there was no tomorrow. You didn’t stop, though. You definitely wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up properly if you weren’t holding onto Jimin.

“Jimin…” You moaned, and he followed along with a quiet groan of your name. He was close. You were just getting there, your core heating up more and more each thrust.

His thrusting was fast, and Jimin went so hard that every time he went back in you hit the wall, hard. The water was cold, but neither of you seemed to care anymore.

“Fuck, fuck!” You cried out, and he finished for the second time. You came not long after, while he was riding out his orgasm. 

“Now what are you going to do about a shower?” You mumbled when he pulled out. Jimin turned off the water, dragging open the curtains while looking back at you.

“Wait my turn. You go first.”

Help I’m being dragged out of the house to “do something outdoors” but it was raining like crazy for most of the night. 

Mom we are going to drown in puddles just because you want me to have fun on a dang swing set while my siblings run around.

Anyway, good morning!!!

ShAaron 1/2 (Shalaska) - Wick and Frida

A/N: Very recently I discovered an old anime I watched as a kid (Ranma ½) and I showed it to Frida…. and one thing led to another. It is just a one-shot and it won’t get a sequel, probably. It’s not planned at least. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Feedback would be well appreciated as usual xoxo Wick

Summary: Alaska is set up to marry, and a complete stranger too! She doesn’t like it one bit and hates the other’s ways. They decide to hate each other in hopes of getting their elders to break off the engagement. But, as it turns out, there is a lot more to her Fiance then meets the eye!

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Happy Valentine's Day Baby.

Originally posted by effingstiles

“Is a blind fold really necessary?” I asked as Scott tied the piece of fabric around my head. He was taking me to my Valentine’s Day surprise. I knew he’d been planning it for weeks and he was more excited than I was.

“I don’t want you to see the surprise yet!” He murmured in my ear. His warm breathe against my ear sent a cold spell down my spine. I bit my lower lip and giggled. 

“Fine.” I groaned. He grabbed my hand and guided me up the stairs. I clung to the banister tightly, uneasy due to the lose of my sense. I fumbled on the step and Scott caught me.

“Are we almost there?’ I whined in embarrassment.

“Yep, Just a few more feet.” He grabbed both of my hands, and feeling a little more sturdy on level ground, I allowed him to guide me once again to our destination. I heard the sound of a door open from what sounded like in front of me. Scott’s warm hard connected with mine only for a second this time. He let them go and they hit my thighs sending an echo through the room. I knew where I was standing now, the bathroom. I felt Scott’s lips connected with mine surprising me. I smiled into the kiss, but before i could kiss him back his lips where gone.

“Scott!” I whined, and I could here his soft chuckle echoing. His hands were at the hem of my t-shirt ghosting against my waist. 

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered into my ear.

I smiled. “With my life.”

“Put your arms up.” I raised my arms like he said and he slid my shirt over my head. The cold air of the bathroom hit my skin, creating goosebumps. I lowered my arms and he unhooked my bra next. I let it fall down my arms on to the floor. 

“Scott?” I whispered feeling slightly vulnerable. 

“It’s okay, baby. Trust me.” He kissed me softly and I relaxed a little.

He took off my shorts and panties, and I waited for him to touch me. But the blindfold started to loosen and eventually was removed from my eyes. What I saw before me was something I hadn’t expected. The whole bathroom was a mess with candles. The were on the bathroom counter, on the floor, and draped around the bathtub. Red rose petals floated on the water, and I could see the steam rising. I looked over my shoulder at Scott and smiled, he nodded towards the tub gesturing me to get in. I wasted no time getting into the inviting scene. One foot at a time, I stepped in to the warm water. I sat down and the water threatened to spill over. The temperature of the water stung my skin, but the more I relaxed within the more I was used it. Scott beamed at me.

“Okay. I’ll be right back.”

I barely heard him. The smell of the flowers and the coziness of the water had me in complete serenity. I closed my eyes and thought about how amazing my boyfriend was to do something so elaborate for me. I heard the clanking of glass and something, clothes maybe, hit the ground. I opened my eyes to see Scott back in the bathroom. I blushed at the sight of him. He was completely naked with a bottle of champagne in his right hand, and a box of chocolates in his left covering his groin.

“Can I offer the pretty lady a glass of the grocery stores finest champagne? Maybe some chocolates?”

I laughed and nodded, he tossed me the chocolates. I caught them before they almost dropped in the water. Scott opened the champagne with a loud ‘pop’ of the cork. He gracefully pour two glasses of the gold liquid and walked over to me. His length dangled between his legs and I looked away bashfully. He stepped in to the bathtub with me causing the water to spill over the sides. When he sat down, it gushed over on to the ground. We looked at each other and laughed. We sat squeezed in the tiny tub together, I sipped my bubbly drink as Scott fed me the yummy chocolates.

“god you’re beautiful.” He smiled at me putting another chocolate to me lips. I opened my mouth and closed it around the chocolate and his fingers. I sucked on them softly before pulling away letting them slid out of my mouth.Scott gaped watching me. I smiled at him setting the half full glass on the bathroom floor, and leaned on to him. My movements made more water tip over the edge. I straddled his lap, his ever hardening length pressing against my sex. Scott let out a soft growl dropping the contents in his hands and grabbing my waist. I looked into his eyes and I saw the desire.

“Ready for your real present?” He asked squeezing my hips a little tighter.

anonymous asked:

do you know any fanfics that are like poetic or poetically written? i appreciate your work and love you all to bits tysm

Chocolate Ice Cream and Bourbon - It’s not as if Dan doesn’t want to go to the parties that he’s obligated to go to as a university student. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, and Dan knows that him and parties should not mix. That is, until he isn’t alone, and he meets a solemn writer named Phil.

Four in the Morning - Four in the morning is the poster child for loneliness, earth’s betrayal; Dan Howell’s never been good at falling asleep at night. Because being alone in an empty house becomes suffocating, Dan finds solace in a cashier working the night shift at a grocery who’s afraid to fall asleep: Phil Lester. Maybe some questions are better off unanswered, or maybe Dan’s just afraid of the response.

The Five Times Phil Lester Cried After Sex and the One Time It Didn’t Matter - Sex has always meant more to Phil than just sex, but it takes him a long time to learn that crying afterwards isn’t a bad thing.

Nobody, Not Even the Rain - (tw) Dan is fine. It’s what he’s told himself all along. Even though it hurts when he has sex with his boyfriend, even though he shakes for no reason at all; he’s fine. He’s happy. But when he meets Phil, he learns about respect, trust, and how a relationship is truly supposed to be like. Most of all, he learns that maybe he’s not doing so well after all.

The Wanting Comes In Waves - After moving to the tiny Welsh coastal village of Rhagfyr, Phil struggles to find a new way of living, what with his new school and the decision of his future still on the table. Dan is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, but perhaps there’s beauty inside destruction.

From the Inside of a Black Hole - (tw) dan likes sometimes and maybe and the kingdom of life and death but when his car breaks down and is needing an extended period of time for repair, he finds solace in the home of a lost boy with red knuckles and ghosts: phil lester.

I don’t blame you much (for wanting to be free) (ao3) - Phil first saw Dan, in a tiny museum in Manchester, wearing a nametag that said Dylan, cleaning one tiny patch of floor over and over, fringe falling in his eyes, staring at The Sea at Saintes-Maries like it was the best thing he had ever seen, like he was looking at something behind it, something hidden. Phil had said “hey, that’s my favourite too. Everyone always walks straight past it” and Dan had jumped like a startled cat and then instantly scurried off. Phil had thought no wait stay. And Dan hadn’t, obviously.

But We Were Screaming in Colour - au in which artist!dan’s idea of a romantic first date involves interrupting phil’s dissertation research and having sex in a pile of paint. this is their whirlwind relationship, as told in acrylic and prose.

Stitching Up the Seams (tw)- Phil can’t help but notice the boy with dead eyes who wears baggy jumpers all the time and barely talks anymore. Not being able to stand how sad he looks, Phil begins to slip notes into Dan’s locker in hopes of raising his spirits.

I looked up poetic fics and some of these came up, and then others are off the top of my head (:
-Rachel

I want you on a Sunday morning
fresh coffee in my mug
pancakes on my plate
bacon sizzling on our stove
your lips pressed against my forehead,
wishing me good-morning
and i want to spend a day of rest after a busy week right before another starts.
I want to spend the day laying on the couch, my feet across your lap, a marathon of movies playing on our TV, a nice dinner later that night, before we fall into bed that night.

I want you all throughout the week
when I wake up early 
and lay in bed this extra twenty minutes
then rush because i’m late
I brush my teeth
you remind me that breakfast is important
and hand me a granola bar and give me a kiss as i run out the door

i want you there when i walk into our home later that night with my eyeliner smudged and my hair a little bit out of place
I fall into a kitchen chair as you make us a meal
you ask “How was your day?”
and add on after turning around, “you look exhausted, you look so beautiful,”
then you smile at me
and later on I’ll get you into bed, and do you
before i do the day all over again.

I want you on a friday and saturday night 
friday night spend with friends,
late night diner food, 
and then you and i 
wrapped in our sheets,
intertwined with one another
falling asleep and staying in bed until noon, 
getting out of bed to go grocery shopping, 
maybe find something fun to do, 
find some friends,
go on a date, 
then going home to lay in bed, tired as hell
completely in love
ready to take on the week ahead.

—  dear love of my life

The absolute worst shit in the world is being screamed at by a customer for something you have no control over. If you’re a barely-scraping-by retail worker like myself, you get that feeling. You can’t even really say “I’m sorry, I’m just a cashier/front manager/regular person, there’s nothing I can do.” because that’s just not good enough of an excuse for some people.

I live in a city that has implemented a city-wide ban on plastic and paper grocery bags. According to information provided by city hall (and yes, I checked it myself so that I knew what was what), the ban was passed in an effort to cut plastic waste, and because paper bags are costly to make and rarely ever make it into recycling anyways, they included those too. Stores that don’t abide by the ban have to pay an extra fee to the city to fund safe disposal and environmental conservation efforts.
The grocery store I currently work at now has two options: we sell recyclable plastic bags for 25 cents apiece, or we have a vast number of cloth bags made from recycled material ranging from 50 cents to $2 depending on the size and design. And yeah, your cloth bag with Olaf from Frozen is gonna cost more than one of our plain bags, things with popular characters or designs always cost more, even when they’re smaller or made with weaker materials. That’s what you pay to get your kid a bag with a snowman on it. That’s your choice.

AND YET. It’s been almost a year since the bag ban was put into place, and EVERY DAY I have to talk down a customer who gets angry because we don’t have plastic or paper anymore. I am a smol young lady with crazy bad social anxiety just trying to work day to day to pay bills, and yet EVERY DAY I have to step away from my register for a couple of minutes to calm myself because people think it’s okay to act shitty to the person scanning their hummus and pita chips.

“But you used to have them!” YES, we USED TO. And now we DON’T. And we haven’t for a while.

“You’re lying! You must have some in the back.” Yes, let me just visit our magical back room portal and pull some plastic bags out JUST FOR YOU. I don’t know who told people that stores just keep everything they sell in surplus in the back , but I promise you, our warehouse is not overflowing with product that we’re keeping from the general public. That’s not how it works. And we sure as shit aren’t hiding plastic bags from you because WE DON’T HAVE ANY. THEY ARE BANNED. WE GOT RID OF THEM.

“You’re a liar, this is just your company being greedy!” Yeah? Go tell the people in charge of running this entire chain of grocery stores. You’re not getting anywhere telling me. All I’m gonna do about it is smile and nod and pretend like I’m interested in your woes over having to pay 50 cents to buy the bags to carry your Raisin Bran and organic whole milk. You think I have any sort of clout with this company? Like you yelling at me is going to magically lift this bag ban? I can’t even get a recycling bin under my check stand for trashed receipts and coupons, they don’t give a shit about me OR you, so calm your ass down and pay for your sandwich meat so everyone else can get through the line.

It came up again just this past weekend, and honestly it was the worst of all the times it’s ever happened before. An older lady and her husband came through with a cart full of groceries. As I’m scanning them, she stopped me to ask for some plastic to hold her tiny potted plants she just bought so they don’t shatter. My immediate reaction was to tell her that a flimsy plastic bag wouldn’t protect her pottery from shit, but as we don’t have any plastic anyways, it wouldn’t have been an effective argument.
I told this lady in my best Customer Voice that “I’m so terribly sorry, but we do not carry paper or plastic bags any more.” So she started in on “what do you mean?” “That’s ridiculous!” “You had them before!” “Where are they?!”
I politely directed her to the sign I have taped to my register, which is coincidentally taped to EVERY register and has been for a year, which states that the city passed a law banning paper and plastic bags from retailers. It had a number on it that one could call to reach the city council and everything. This lady looked at the sign for a good ten seconds, looked up at me and sneered, “This is just a bunch of bullshit! Your company is tricking us! I want to see your manager!”
So I called my manager over, with this woman mumbling under her breath the entire time about how stupid this was and how I was cheating her. My manager came over and she listened to this woman redo her rant again, going on and on about how our company must be so corrupt to profit off of bags, cheating everyone out of their money.
My manager told this woman the exact same thing I told her; that the city passed a bag ban, that we are abiding by that ban and have stopped supplying palliative and paper bags, that we have recyclable bags for 25 cents. This woman wouldn’t stand for it, she kept interrupting my manager, trying to talk over her. Her voice kept getting louder and louder as she got angrier and angrier. She started waving her hands around, pointing her fingers at us, calling us both nasty names and getting WAY too close for a customer speaking across a counter to an employee. Then, quite suddenly, she reared back,

And she SPAT on my manager’s face.

This fucking woman reared her face back, hocked a wad of saliva and SPAT it in my manager’s face as she was speaking. I didn’t even know what to do, I was so dumbfounded. My manager just stood there in shock. This woman’s husband, who had been standing sheepishly by their cart the entire time, looked like he was about to explode in shame.
Finally, my manager flat-faced wiped her eyes and said, as calmly as I think she could have, “Ma'am, you need to leave this store right now.”

All hell broke loose after that. The general manager came over with a bunch of the lower-level managers to diffuse the situation but this woman was already in a tizzy. She started howling about unfair treatment, how they shouldn’t treat an elderly disabled woman this way, how she was going to call the police and tell them how she was being abused by our people. Not a single person laid a hand on her, they were just trying to move her away so that she wouldn’t lash out at me or the first manager again. I was allowed to step away to take a short break, because at this point I was about to start hyperventilating from how wound-up I was, and I have no idea what happened to that lady or her husband after that. I hope they at least got their groceries. Maybe placed inside some of our nice recyclable plastic bags.

Surprise

content: In which Castiel (kinda accidentally) proposes and Dean doesn’t know how to deal with it.

word count: 4,636

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Dean can’t help but smile when he wakes up warm and content in his bed, a barely clothed angel lying at his side.

Granted, it’s not a new development but a nearly everyday occurrence for more than a year now, however, Dean isn’t able to ever get used to it and he’s perfectly okay with that. It’s feels as thrilling and exciting as their first morning together when they finally found themselves into each other’s arms after all the pain and heartbreak by some miracle (or, more precisely, after a hunt gone wrong and them being incapable of keeping their worries and feelings inside themselves any longer) and Dean allowed himself to think that everything might be alright for once.

“Good morning,” Castiel mutters, nuzzling into the crook of Dean’s neck. He sounds drowsy and Dean’s heart seizes up listening to his rumbling voice.

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