the rattle bag

Tweeter and Skeeter.

This is long, be warned. I live in a lowish income neighborhood. My little section is pretty nice, but if you go a few blocks in any direction, it gets pretty shitty. That means I’ve had a few run ins with skeevy meth heads and small time thieves.

This started when I moved in to my house. I noticed that on trash pick-up days, people would go up and down the alley where the trash cans go and dig through looking for recyclables. One of them was a guy I called Old Bob.

Old Bob lived a few houses down. He said he collected to buy presents for his grandkids. I don’t think the kids liked pints of Dark Eyes vodka, but he was harmless. So I started bagging up my cans separately so Old Bob didn’t have to dig through my trash.

Then, there were Tweeter and Skeeter. They would roll up and down the alley in a junky old truck with no exhaust that belched blue smoke. They looked like the after pictures from Faces of Meth. After they saw in was bagging cans for Old Bob, they started grabbing them. This didn’t sit well with me.

The next time I saw Old Bob, I told him I would leave my stuff just inside my yard, up against my shed, where you couldn’t see the bag from the alley. This went on for a month. Then, I heard and smelled Tweeter and Skeeter rumbling down the alley. I didn’t think anything of it, then I heard the rattle of a bag of aluminum cans being thrown into the bed of a truck. Those fuckers had gone into my yard to grab Old Bob’s drinking money. That shit would not stand.

I went to the hardware store; I bought a cheap pair of locks and some latches. I put the latches on my trash cans, I would unlock them when I left for work, which was about 15 minutes before the trash truck came down the alley. I also gave Old Bob a key. By this time, we were becoming downright neighborly. I would chat with him and have him help me around the yard and throw any spare cash his way.

After a few weeks, I heard Tweeter and Skeeter again. I heard them stop, then rattle the can lids, then drive off. I came out the next morning and the fuckers had pried the latches off my cans, and stolen the locks, too.

Now I was pissed. They were stealing Old Bob’s drinking money, and they had fucked with my shit. I stopped keeping cans separate, and started dumping used cat litter over everything.

Tweeter and Skeeter would still roll up to my trash area, but they weren’t willing to dig through shit to get anything. Old Bob was still helping me around the yard, so I would hands him bags of cans when he was over, in addition to the extra cash.

Everything was quiet for a few months. Then, we had a bad storm and the gutters on the alley side of my shed got messed up. They were in OK shape, but the underlying board and gotten torn up. It was too late in the day to do anything, but I figured Old Bob and I could take care of it the next day.

That night, I was woken up by Tweeter and Skeeters damn truck. But before I could throw pants and shoes on and chase them off, they were gone. So were the gutters on my shed.

Needless to say, I was fucking livid. After I calmed down, I went to Home Depot to get a new gutter. As luck would have it, I heard the fucking meth-mobile start up in the parking lot as I was walking in.

I wasn’t about to confront them directly, since I like having all of my blood and internal organs on the inside. What in did do, though, was get a good look at their liscense plates.

They were expired (of course) but the layer of soot from burning oil had obscured the sticker. You wouldn’t notice it from more than 5 feet away.

Finally, I had a way to get back at them. I called a relative who knew a few of the local PD. They said the address on the last registration was a house that had since been burned down in a meth lab fire. They never caught the cooks, but they going to keep an eye out for the truck. If nothing else, they would get a ticket and have to put current plates with a real address on them.

I was OK with this, but I wanted blood. I got my wish when the city did heavy trash pick-up.

I put an old grill in my back yard and scratched “Not Trash”, on the underside, along with spraypainting the smokestack white. Sure enough, Tweeter and Skeeter saw it and couldn’t resist. Once they had done that, I spent a few hours on a Saturday driving around the shittier parts of my neighborhood until I spotted my grill sitting in a yard.

I called my buddy with the police contacts and told them where they could find Tweeter and Skeeter and their un-registered vehicle, along with a stolen grill.

A few hours later, Tweeter and Skeeter came home to a few cops waiting for them. Since scrapping from heavy trash pick-up had been good to them, they were caught with a not insignificant amount of Meth and a lot of precursors to make more.

Tweeter has to serve out a 5 year sentence in prison. He also pinned the lab fire on Skeeter, who will be serving 10 years along side him.

Old Bob still helps me out, too.

The Bookshop That Has (Almost) Everything

fun fact this is loosely based on a real bookshop I once found somewhere in greenwich idk exactly where it is but if ever find urself around the area look out for it its v cute and v tiny

summary: Phil works at a bookshop. Dan buys a book one day, and, in a ploy to see Phil, keeps returning with more and more obscure requests so Phil has to spend more time searching. After Dan leaves with ‘cactus maintenance: a memoir’, Phil starts to suspect something’s up.

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“Look,” Phil sighs when he catches sight of the book Dan’s clutching today. “I know there’s a very good chance you keep cacti and you just wanna maintain them and it’s probably wrong of me to assume otherwise, but-…can I ask you something?”

Dan gulps, putting the book titled “Cactus Maintenance: A Memoir” down on the counter.

“Do you actually need half of the books you come in here for?” he asks softly. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s a good chance you might actually ride motorcycles, study bricklaying, want to know more about frogspawn or- you know, wanna look after your cacti, but…” he shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s just- um, you’re the first person I’ve met that, you know, buys one book every single day. When do you get time to read them all?”



Graveland’s Books is the kind of place you’d only come across if you were either very bored, very desperate, or very lost.

It hides on the tail end of an alleyway just behind the village market, and the gnarled wooden beams, the glass oil lanterns lining either side of the aged brickwork and the rusty bronze bell hanging above the door would fool anyone into thinking they’d just stepped out of 2016 and into the 18th century. If it wasn’t for the mobile phone shop sitting directly opposite, of course.

It’s not big in size, with a staff room and an office the size of a postage stamp upstairs and just about enough room to fit two free standing bookshelves in the middle of the shop, but books spill into every single crack. Stacks and stacks of fiction and history and travel and biographies narrow the aisles between the shelves, and it’s all too easy to trip over a random pile of books in the middle of the floor when you’re not concentrating properly.

But, for a job running along the sidelines of university, Phil enjoys it. He’d certainly rather spend his time flicking through a story about a cursed mushroom than stack supermarket shelves and deal with obnoxious co-workers, anyway.

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Advice PT 2

Warnings: Smut

ORIGINAL Request:  Hey can u make a part 2 to advice, like idk a few years later and y/n is still a virgin and like she is in a relationship and the guy wants to have sex with her but she’s insecure about it so she end up asking justin to take her virginity cuz he’s the only one she trusts and then the end is up to you

This has been so heavily requested and I’ve just been busy. I’ve got four exams coming up this week….THE STRESS!! But here it is anyways.

Savorous flavour exploded throughout my mouth, the crunch of crispy goodness so satisfying to my ears. Dusting my bright red finger’s of the dust residue from the product onto my pants.  Something about flamin’ hot cheetos was just so addictive, and I honestly could not put the packet down. 

“Hey, stop hogging the Cheetos.”  A raspy voice, with a mouthful of candy suddenly chirped from beside me. Fiddling my legs around his lap slightly, I leaned back against the armrest of the couch and hugged the packet towards my body further, pointing towards him with a bright red stained finger.

“I’ll stop hogging the Cheetos when you stop hogging the Twizzlers.” I replied sassily. 

Justin looked down at the king size packet of twizzlers in his lap, then down at the cheetos in mine, before looking back into my curious eyes. “Swap?” 

Confliction passed over my face. Is a pack of twizzlers really worth a bag of cheetos? “Only if I get the Snickerz as well.” 

“What?! No way. Only If I get the Reese’s Cups.”

“Hmm? Deal.” 

The rattling of wrappers, bags and packaging echoed throughout the air as we exchanged candies between each other, a smile settling on my face once the twizzlers were in my hand, practically drooling at the pinky red goodness.

“So.” Justin suddenly began, munching on a now open packet of reese’s cups. “How’s that boyfriend of yours going?”

My eyes shot away from the candy in front of me, the sound of T.V in front of us suddenly disappearing into the back of my mind. “Why do you ask?”

Justin eyes me suspiciously, “What do you mean ‘why do you ask’? We always talk about our relationships, does it bother you now?” He raised his eyebrows, reaching over towards the bag of jolly ranchers between both our legs.

Yes, I know. We bought a lot of Candy.

“No, It’s just, you haven’t asked about him in a while. Just came as a surprise I guess.”

“Yeah I know. Like you said it’s been a while, I wanna know if the man’s treating my princess right.” He smiled, leaning over to tossel my hair.

Pouting like a child, I used my pointer finger to swat away the flyaways Justin released from my ponytail and sighed. “Yeah, Hes all good.”

“Awesome. How long you been together now? 2 - 3 years?” 

“Around that long.” 

“Wow. That’s a pretty long relationship. longer then I expected.” He mumbled the last part.

“Honestly, after everything that’s happened, I’m surprised weve last this long also.” I sighed quietly in hoped that he couldn’t hear me.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” 

My eyes widened in realisation that he had heard me, even though it really shouldn’t have been that much a shock considering the boy is literally less then a foot away from me.

“N-Nothing. Can you pass the sour patch kids.” 

Slowly handing the packet towards me, he continued. “Y/N, if somethings wrong, you can tell me. You should tell me. No one should treat you any less then you are.”

“Its nothing Jay, I’m not worried about it so you shouldn’t be either.” I mumbled, picking at the packet which suddenly didn’t seem as appetizing any more.

Justin sighed. “Y/N, it obviously bothers you If your acting like this so of course I’m gonna be worried. You can tell me.” 

My eyes darted up from my lap which the candy sat on over towards Justin truthful eyes, looking for any sign that spoke ‘Just kidding. I don’t wanna hear about you dumb problems.’ But to no avail.

“Lately,” I dragged on, “He’s been pressuring me.”

“Pressuring you into…?” Justin questioned. 

“Into…Sex -”

Justin’s eyes widened, shooting forward to sit up straight. “What?! Y/N That’s not okay!”

“No! Justin wait, before you blow up - He isn’t doing anything. I just know he really wants it. Like, every time we get in the mood, and I pull away, he tells me that’s it’s okay and that he’ll wait until I’m ready. But I can just tell by the look in his eye that he’s disappointed or annoyed. I’m just…not ready.” I sighed.

“Not ready? Or not prepared?” Justin suddenly questioned after a few seconds of silence.

Stunned, I glanced up “What?”

“Y/N, I’ve known you long enough to know that you love to be prepared. Like your obsessed with preparing. Are you not ready to have Sex because you don’t wanna lose your virginity yet? Or because your afraid you won’t know what to do.” He questioned, yet the last sentence was more of a statement if anything. 

The thought had never occurred to me. Was I really just avoiding Sex because I was inexperienced?

“I-I don’t know.” I stuttered “Maybe I am.”

“Y/N, look at me.” 

My eyes raised over to peer up at Justin, shooting me a comforting but firm look. “Sex, It’s a great thing - really. But your never going to be prepared at it if you don’t give it a go. There isn’t a way to be prepared for Sex. It just happens. And when It does, It’s magical.” 


“Really. You just gotta go for it.”

“Will you show me?” Before I was even processing the words passing through my lips, they had already escaped and a wave of dread and humility had overcome my body before I could even catch a glimpse of Justin’s reaction.

He was stunned. Completely quiet, with a mouth slightly agape, all before he shook his head, cleared his throat and peered down on me with a mask of emotions. “You want me to show you?” He whispered.

“W-What…Oh my God! I’m sorry….I didn’t mean to say that. That was stupid, I’m sorry.” I rambled. “You probably think I’m weird or completely crazy or somethin-”

“No Y/N , It’s alright.” Justin quickly added, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder to calm me. “I don’t think it’s weird, a lot of people do it.”

“Do what?” I questioned.

“Ask there best friends for experience. I’ll do it - if you want.”

“Y-You’ll do it?” I questioned almost in a statement type of way.

“If you want.” He repeated.

My mind stirred with crazy thoughts, all battling each other for the correct words to slip past my lips. But before I could be consumed In thoughts and emotion’s I quickly let the first and most gut ridden thing escape my lips. “I want you to take my virginity.”

“I’ll do it.” Justin softly replied, stroking my cheek. “And I’ll do it just the way you want. Tonight is about you.” Slowly, with each word, he position himself on top of me, slowly crawling up my body before my hand shot out, stopping him before he could connect our lips. 

“No Justin. I want to do this. I wanna be in charge.”

Justin was surprised by my confidence, but nonetheless smirked and sat off my body. “Well, lead the way princess.”

Quickly, I placed the many packets of candy on the floor, and shuffled forward to place myself over top Justin, straddling his lap. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions.” He offered.

“Okay, what turns on a guy? How do I start?”

“Well,” Justin began, licking his lips. “For starters, every guy is different so I wont say this will work for sure, but for me, I love it when a girl is confident. Like you.” A blush founds its way onto my face, causing justin to smirk. 

“Try starting with a little grinding.” Justin informed. His hands suddenly grasped each hip, gripping the flesh tenderly as he began rolling them around his crotch. “Move like this.”

Moving in sync to his hands, I circled my hips, rubbing down onto his area until I could feel him standing against me. 

“Damn baby. Your really good.” He moaned. 

Brushing back my hair,  I continued to roll against him until I was satisfied with the hard on I had currently given him. At this point he was practically a grunting mess, eyes squeezed shut as he sat back and enjoyed the show I was putting on.

“Now what?” I questioned.

Justin’s eyes slowly squinted open through some conflict and eyed me breatlhlessly, “Well, you’ve turned me on that’s for sure. At this point you have a choice. You can tease him a bit with a blowjob or just get straight into it".

“I know how to do blowjobs do I don’t need any practice at that.”

“Then guess we’re getting straight to the dirty part.” Justin smirked. Before I knew what had even hit me, Justin’s hands shot out towards me and in a matter of seconds, my shirt - along with my bra - was on the floor.

Instantly as instinct, my hands shot over towards my breast, hovering over the exposed and hardened nip in attempt to hide myself. Justin has seen me naked before so I really don’t understand where this sudden shyness came from - but I guess this just seemed a little more intimate then the other times.

Justin shook his head, his hand approaching mine, just slightly brushing over the skin before grabbing a hold of my wrist gently prying it off.

“Don’t hide. Your absolutely beautiful.”

My cheeks flushed red as my arm was removed and placed down at my side. Justin suddenly leant forward, placing his lips down on the skin between my neck and collar bone.

“absolutely beautiful.” He repeated, this time quieter.

My head rolled back in pleasure after feeling the graze of his teeth on my neck. This was becoming way more then practice - and is it bad that I didn’t mind?

“Justin.” I moaned.

This one word sent both Justin and I over the edge. He suddenly jumped up, pinning me underneath him then quickly yanked my denim jeans down until they were pooling around my ankles.

His fingers crawled up my legs, meeting my thigh before stopping right at the waist band of my lace underwear.

Slowly sliding his fingers under the waistband, a shiver ran up my spine at the feeling of his cold fingers making contact with my sensitive nub.

His fingers whirled and spun magics against me, and after a simple few minutes I was a panting mess.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” Justin rasped into my ear. “Has anyone ever made you pant? Made you so wet that I could do this with ease.”

And suddenly, a force and feeling of fullness had taken over, running throughout my whole lower stomach as two fingers slid into me with no hesitation. My eyes widened, back arching into Justin’s chest until I had both arms wrapped around his neck.

“Does it feel good?” He questioned, pumping in and out of my tight heat.

My head shook up and down quickly, not being able to Let any words slip from my mouth at the feeling of mass pleasure. The feelings of my juices not only pumping in and out along with Justin’s finger - but dripping down my leg, dissolving into the bed sheets.

Justin’s fingers sped up for a good couple of seconds, soon slowing down before fastening one more time. Repeating this motion multiple times - it was as if a sudden switch had flicked inside my mind, as I spun around and positioned myself on top of Justin, his wet and slick finger falling out of me.

“My turn.” I growled.

Before I even knew it, I had removed my underwear along with the shorts and Calvin’s of Justin, positioning myself on top of his erect dick.

With Justin positioned lying underneath me, and myself hovering over Justin with one of his hand resting on my cheeks, my lip fell in between my teeth in anticipation. It was all finally happening.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Justin questioned, all seriousness present in his eyes.

My focus flickered up to his face, spotting the lust hidden behind his orbs and instantly lowered myself onto him as an answer.

Justin growled sexily, a whimper escaping me at the burning sensation shooting through my Entire pelvis.

“Is it hurting?” Justin asked once I had settled his whole length inside me.

My head shook up and down slightly, my lip caught between my teeth worried that if I opened my mouth a cry of pleasurable pain would escape involuntarily.

“Do you want me stop?”

“No.” I quickly replied. “It hurts. But I feels really good.”

And soon I was moving just to prove that I could handle his length. It started slow and painful before soon, the pain had mostly subsided leaving me with a mass amount of pleasure.

My speed quickened as my high began approaching. Panting and breathless grunts filling the room as i continued.

“Oh fück baby girl.” He growled. “You said it’s your first time? i think you might of lied. Feels so good damn.”

“Shit Justin.”

Sweat layering my body, hair clinging to my face. Thrusting faster And faster to approach my high. And that was quickly approached, especially when Justin reached over and gripped my ass.

My vision went blurry, eyes widening in shock as my first and probably most forceful high to ever be given by a guy over racked my body.

The feeling of Justin slipping out of me, watching as he pumped himself aggressively until white streaks of cum had shot up and landed straight on my stomach was too hot handle. And as my high subsided I was left panting on his arms.

“I’ve never came that fast before.” Justin said. “Was it good?” His eyes met mine, sincerity laced between tired orbs.

“Amazing.” I smiled, cuddling my arm to nestle it on his cheek. “Couldn’t have asked for better.”

Our lips met suddenly, alarming me slightly. Wasn’t this technically cheating?


“Yeah baby?” He asked, placing wet kisses down my already bruised shoulder.

“I think I have feelings for you.”

His actions halted, eyes meeting mine. Worry flooded every inch of my body as I anticipated his reaction. Should I have just confessed that?

“Me too.”

And before we knew it, we were attacking each other in loving and joyful kisses.

Cleanliness is next to clumsiness

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Steve takes cleaning the Avengers shared floor into his own hands and discovers something more than scrunched bags after chips and moldy food leftovers.

length: 1 717 words

a/n: this prompt! it was also requested during the last speedwriting, but I said I wanted to focus more on it, so here it is! hope you like it! oh, and this a pre-stony to stony fic.


Cleanliness is next to clumsiness

“Does no one ever clean here?!” Steve bellowed into the air, irritated with the state of the common leaving room all Avengers liked to hang out. Earth Mightiest Heroes… More like Earth Biggest Slobs…

Tony glanced to the side, calmly working on one of his holographic screens. Seeing that the rest of the team was out, he hoped for a calm afternoon to finish his business, but nope, seemed that papa America had plans for them both. He observed Steve muttering something angrily and picking up empty soda cans, and scrunched bags after chips. The sight made him smirk.

“Relax, Cap,” he said loudly, so his voice could travel to Steve across the room. “We have a cleaning company.”

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anonymous asked:

i know that its good for the kinds of stim toys you have to be varied, do you have any recommendations for toys you think all stimmers should have? i tend to have a very particular idea of what i like and i only get those kinds of things [i have almost exclusively fidget toys, honestly], but i dont want to neglect whole types of toys i might really enjoy just because i didnt think i would like it looking at it online.

I’m going to answer this in two parts, because it’s an awesome question. Today, I’m going to give a general breakdown of stim toy categories and possible toys one might choose from those categories to build a varied kit. Tomorrow, I’ll take a photo of what I consider the core essentials of my own stim toy kit and talk more in depth about why I’d recommend those toys for others, especially with regards to offering different types of stims.

A great deal of this, though, will depend on one’s personal preferences with regards scent, texture, appearance and sensation. I’d start by working out what cannot work for you. For me, strong artificial or chemical scents and flashing lights are permanently on the No Stim list as both trigger headaches and flashing lights trigger partial seizures. Tackiness is a Bad Texture (as in I just won’t touch something that’s tacky) so I steer clear from that as well. You may not know yet what your dislikes or triggers are, and that’s okay, too.

Once you know what to avoid (or know you don’t know), you can then approach categories of toys. It’s worth trying a thing or two from each category to build up a collection that allows for swapping/variation, and then going deeper into each category, or not, depending on how it clicks with you.

None of these categories contain complete listings, just a few examples. These categories also don’t include the variety of larger therapeutic items used by OTs and the like but focus on more-portable stim toys. All the different types of toys featured so far on this blog can be found on the toys tag page, grouped by type. Keep in mind that many toys belong in two or more categories as well: scented slime, for example, is both a mouldable stim and a scent stim!

Mouldable: kinetic sand, slime, floam, playdough, Thinking Putty. The issues with this category are those of texture and scent: slime and floam can be sticky or oozy; everything often has a synthetic fragrance or a chemical odour. I’ll be honest: as much as I despise Autism Speaks, Spinmaster-branded Kinetic Sand is the only kinetic sand I’ve found in Australia that has a non-chemical odour. Handmade playdoughs might be best for those scent-sensitive.

(My rec: kinetic sand. Non-sticky, non-messy, wonderful.)

Tossable: stress balls, prickle balls, bouncy balls, bean bags. These range in shape, size and firmness. Many also have plastic odours. I adore prickle balls because they give texture as well as bounce and squish.

(My rec: prickle balls, but only for people who like hard textures.)

Squishable: squishies, puffer creatures/balls, playdough, thicker slimes, balloon stress balls, grape mesh stress balls. Again, ranging in shape, size, scent and firmness. Puffer creatures often smell very strongly, but they have soft fronds great for pulling and they’re very squishable.

(My rec: squishies. Available in fast and slow rising, many with scents but some without, inexpensive if one purchases from a free-shipping listing.)

Fidgets: Tangles, chain fidgets, bead rings, bead lanyards, Klixx, snake puzzles, wooden block puzzles, fidget cubes, marble mazes. These are all basically “things you hold in your hands and manipulate”. Note that one uses some of these differently - a chain fidget is a one-hand fidget for me, but I use a Tangle Jr in both hands. I use a snake puzzle and a Tangle Jr pretty similarly, though. Fidget jewellery also fits in this category, like bead-filled tube bracelets and snake necklaces.

(My rec: Tangles first, chain fidgets second.)

Plush and/or weighted: any soft toy/plushie, weighted plush, Disney Tsum Tsums, Teeny Tys, @caseydickdanger‘s Hedgehugs, my own mop-head creatures, weighted blankets and lap pads. I look for things that usually offer multiple textures, like embroidery, fur, chenille or multiple fabrics used on the one toy. It’s pretty easy to DIY weighted versions of these things.

(My rec: Disney Tsum Tsums: they’re squishable, crunchable and portable.)

Visual: glitter balls, flashing/light up balls, flashing puffer creatures/balls, liquid motion bubblers, glitter batons, liquid paperweights, glitter jars. Most of these require some hand movements to use, but nothing as intensive as a fidget. Note that glitter balls without lights do exist but can be tough to find.

(My rec: Glitter jars. Easy to make and fun to watch.)

Scent: plushies, bean bags, slimes and doughs, Stimtastic’s scented vial necklaces. This can be as simple as a few drops of essential oil on a handkerchief, blanket, pillow or soft toy. (Just don’t scent anything you plan to chew.) I recommend pure essential oils, but for those who like non-oil fragrances and don’t have chemical sensitivities, fragrance oils can work, too.

(My rec: any of these. I can do a post about essential oils if anyone’s interested in exploring this further.)

Sound: bean bags, rattles, pop tubes, the spinning wheels on toy cars, cronch slime, fishbowl slime, cracking squishies, crocheted stress balls, toys with noisemakers or crinkle paper. A lot of things, surprisingly!

(My rec: I really like rattling bean bags. I use soup mix to make mine, because the different-sized beans and lentils make a pleasing sound.)

Touch/texture: crocheted stress balls, Hairy Tangle, Tangle Jr Fuzzy, prickle balls, prickle fidgets, swatches of fleece, fabric stress balls, wooden toys, bead rings. This is category is for anything that is primarily about touch for the sake of touching - I quite often hold my coiled Tangle Jr Fuzzy in my hands and just run over it with my fingers. It’s not even a fidget toy for me!

(My rec: Tangle Jr Fuzzy first, crocheted stress ball second.)

Chewable/oral: necklaces, pendants, bracelets, chewables, teethers. Can be made from fabric, silicone or wood. It may take some experimentation to find out what kind of chewer you are and where you prefer to chew. You may not chew at all but prefer to suck on toys or rub them over your lips, so this category may still be useful for non-chewers.

Tomorrow, I’ll post what I consider to be the essentials for my own kit and the roles they serve within it. I think, however, looking at the kinds of toys in each category and picking a couple from any category that isn’t covered by your current kit/collection is a good place to start.

Strawberries, mangoes, green grapes, an apple.
She tiptoed quietly out the door that morning.
Strawberries and mangoes rattled in the bag
as she arrived back home.
Her hand was a blur as she cut up the fruit.
She kissed him last night.
Her hands shook.
Sliced strawberries and mangoes mixed in the bowl.
A door creaked open,
footsteps creaked too.
He leaned against the counter,
stared at her face.
She broke the skin of a mango
He lifted her hands.
Her fingers encircled his neck.
He pulled her forward,
He smiled against her ear,
he smiled into her eyes.
He kissed her.
Her lips were strawberry red,
all the sweetness from the mango
extracted from her body.
Anna Visits

“But you promised!” Anna whines lightly, following behind Jack as he moves around his flat, gathering his items.

“I know I did,” He replies, half distracted, “But these meetings got rescheduled. And they..AH! There it is!” He grabs his wallet, looking over at Anna, “What was I saying?”

“That you are the worst big brother ever.”

“Fairly sure that’s Conor.” Jack teases, “Look, I’m sorry. These meetings were supposed to be done a few days ago so I’d be free while you were here. But then stuff got shuffled. There’s not much I can do.”

“I know,” She sighs, falling into the couch. “What am I supposed to do while you’re busy though?”

“Hi, babe!” Joe calls out as he walks in to the flat, tossing his keys onto the counter.

“Joe!” Jack says to Anna. “There’s your answer!”

“Huh?” Joe looks confused, as Jack walks over, kissing him quickly in greeting.

“Meetings to go to. I’ll text you later about dinner. Bye, love you. Bye Anna!” The younger man rattles off, coat and bag in hand as he hurries out the door.

“What just happened…” Joe mutters, blinking over at Anna.

“Jack’s proving to be a worse brother than Conor, that’s what.”

“That’s quite the statement.” Joe chuckles, moving to sit beside her on the couch. “Why do you say that?”

“He and I were supposed to hang out today, but now he’s off to meetings. All day. So I’m stuck here. Bored.”

“Ah,” He nods, looking over at the youngest Maynard. “Well, maybe Jack was right about one thing.”

“Like that’s possible,” She scoffs.

“It does happen on a rare occasion.” He smiles, “But if you want, I’m free today. We could go explore London.”

“You don’t want to do that.” Anna mumbles, glancing shyly over at Joe.

“I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t want to. Besides, we need to get to know each other better. I see too much of the other two Maynards.”

“You’ve been neglected of the best one, then.”

“One way to find out.” He grins, “Want to spend the day with me?”

“I’d love too.”

The two spend the rest of the day exploring different parts of London, chatting easily as they get to know each other.

It doesn’t take long for Anna to forget that she was let down by Jack, too busy laughing at Joe’s corny jokes and impressions.

When they eventually make it back to Jack’s flat, after grabbing dinner since he had to cancel his plan’s with Joe, they’re exhausted but happy.

“Thanks for hanging out with me today.” Anna tells Joe as he puts their left overs in the fridge.

“Thank you for laughing at my shit jokes all day.” He replies, running a hand through his hair. “Nice to have someone laugh at them again.”

They both look towards the front door as it opens, and a tired looking Jack stumbles through. Greeting them with an incoherent noise, he makes his way towards his bedroom, dropping his stuff on the counter along the way.

“Someone looks tired…” Anna shakes her head, “Doesn’t he rest?”

“He does. Just busy. Do you need anything else?”

“No, I’m good. Go tend to your boyfriend.” She waves at Joe, who laughs but bids her goodnight, following the path Jack had just taken.

The next couple days of her visit end up falling in the same pattern.

Jack’s meetings drag out, forcing him to cancel his plans with both her and Joe, so the two end up spending time together instead.

And when the morning comes for her to head back to Brighton, Anna finds her mood much brighter compared to when she first arrived and discovered that she wouldn’t be seeing her brothers.

“Sorry this was a shit visit,” Jack tells her in the car as they head for the train station. “I promise that next time you visit, we’ll spend time together. We can do whatever you like.”

“It wasn’t a shit visit.” Anna says, “I had a good time.”

“Hanging with Joe?”

“He’s nice. And funny.”

“Yeah,” Jack’s smile turns soft, “He is, isn’t he?”

“I like him, Jack. And he clearly likes you. He talked about you a lot.” She watches her brother, smiling as he blushes at her words. “I like that he takes care of you as well, I don’t have to worry, knowing you have Joe. I’m glad you finally found someone like him. He’s good for you.”

“Good to know you approve.” Jack laughs, parking the car at the station. “But you really like him?” He turns in his seat to look at her. “You aren’t just saying that?”

“I mean it,” Anna assures him, “He’s great. I think you need to introduce him to mum and dad, they’ll adore him too.”

“Maybe I will.” Jack says, and that’s when Anna knows how serious he is about Joe. Because she’s never seen her older brother bring anyone home to their parents.

“You’re happy.” She comments, “I like it. I’ll see you soon!” She leans over, pecking him on the cheek before grabbing her back and hopping out of the car. “Bye, Jack! Love you!”

“Love you too!” He calls back, watching as she disappears into the station. When his phone buzzes with a new text, he looks down at him, smiling at the words from Joe.

Did Anna get to her train okay? xx

His sister was right, Joe was good for him. Because none of his past partners had ever worried about his sibling before.

Just dropped her off. Be home soon. xx

Can’t wait :)

anonymous asked:

Not a headcanon, BUT imagine if Hanzo's Ryuu-ga-teki-wo-kurau ing and the dragons go out to attack and suddenly SWEEEERVE out the fight excitedly because Jesse was rattling a bag of dry dog-kibble.

omg i have two dogs who would and have done this, (i sat here cackling for a few minutes straight just thinking about the comparison) so i can imagine the dragons would too. But they are also protectors etc. of the Shimada boys so i can’t see them leaving their sides in an actual fight/attack or any real serious situation, but in practice or everyday life heck yeah i can totally see them dropping everything for Jesse’s special treats.

Fansigning || BTS (Part 1)

Pairing: BTS x You
Genre: Fluff ?
Word count: 1,055

Disclaimer: Picture is not mine, full photo credit to rightful owner. Also, if you’ve seen this story somewhere else like wattpad, well, congratulations, you found my tumblr account :D

part 2

I shook in anxiousness as I wait for my turn. Holding onto nothing but a paper bag full of gifts. Head ducked low, my short shoulder-length hair not helping with hiding my already burning pink face. I could feel my ears and cheeks turning red the longer I stood there.

The line was surprisingly slow to advance, considering it was a fansigning. But it gave me time to breathe and relax as it melted away a bit of my nervous fit. I couldn’t help myself that I took a quick peek from between my bangs which I regretted the moment I laid my eyes on him.

There he sat at the very end of the table.

He’s the last.

Once again, my breathing hitched and my hands shook more vigorously than before. The paper bag slightly rattling in my grip. My mind was blank for the past few minutes that I hadn’t realized it was my turn with the 1st member.

Everything finally came back to me when I heard his voice.

“Hi, are you okay?”

Were the words I heard, making me look up. It was Namjoon-oppa. He was not smiling but rather had a face full of worry.

His dark brown eyes were staring at me.
He was talking to me.
He was right in front of me and I’m seeing him not through a screen but in person.

All these thoughts were flooding my head as I stood, mute, in front of Kim Namjoon himself. My mouth slightly draped and my eyes wide open. What’s more is that he completely made me melt as he stifled a laugh and smiled at me, making his signature dimple appear.

“Don’t be so nervous.”

His voice rang in my ears as he waved a hand infront of me. I managed to break through my trance and mustered a nod towards the idol.

“Is this your first time at a fansign?”


Was all I could speak out, trying my best not to make my voice crack.

“What’s your name?”

He waited for my answer as his eyes looked up from the album, and landing on mine.


I whispered.



I said a little louder than before, earning myself a few glances from other people making my anxiety grow more. My eyes dropped down to my feet, my face turning into a dark shade of pink.


I heard someone whisper. I looked up and found Namjoon, his hand to his mouth as he tried not to laugh but left a wide grin on his face instead. His eyes were on me, making my face as red as a tomato.

“Ya! Oppa! Stop it.”

“Okay, okay, (Y/N).”

Still smiling, he started writing on the album passed by a staff.

Finally recalling, I dipped my hands into my paper bag, searching for something.

“What’s this? You got me something?”

He asked as he leaned forward to take a good look at the contents within my paper bag. But of course, it was a surprise. I pulled the paper bag closer to myself, removing any open access he could see through which earned myself a small pout from Namjoon as he slumped back into his seat.

It was a sight to see and it made my heart flutter at his childishness. I giggled at his behaviour as I continued to look for the gift I have prepared for him. And I finally felt the all too familiar parchment due to me constantly checking before the fansigning if the presents were in good condition. Slowly taking it out, I placed it on the table in front of Namjoon. Making him sit up and take the present.

It’s big and soft, but carefully wrapped up, hiding the all too popular icon within. At first, Namjoon shook the gift, but careful enough not to move it around too much. Finally giving up on guessing what it is, he removed the wrapping paper and the face he made right at the moment he laid eyes on the gift was pure joy.

“Oh my god.”

Was all he could say, his smile reaching from ear to ear deepening his dimple more if that was even possible. Taking in his present, it was a big Ryan plushie wearing a pair of round glasses while holding onto a book. What’s more is that Namjoon was wearing the same pair of glasses.

“Did you plan this?”

He said as he compared their glasses.

“No, but I’m glad for the coincidence.”

I laughed as I watched him copying the Ryan plushie as he took a book out and held onto it. I failed horribly as I tried my best to hold in my laughter.

“There it is.”

I heard from him. Looking up, I wondered what he meant by those words.


He was not playing with the plushie anymore and his pen was safely put down on the table. He was not holding onto anything rather his hands enclosed in each other resting in front of him. He was now staring at me, smiling. His eyes were now stripped of worry leaving only content, satisfaction, and joy.

“You’re relaxed now, yes? You won’t be able to enjoy if you just look down, raise your head up and don’t be nervous around us, we’re just like you, okay?”

His words made me finally take notice that my hands were not shaking anymore, my breathing normal, and my mind was clear. Surprised by myself, I looked up and thanked him.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks to you too, I enjoyed our meeting. And thank you so much for this!”

He waved the Ryan plushie around and hugged him tight. His childishness making me giggle.

“Too bad, it had to end. See you soon, (Y/N), okay?”

“Of course.”

He waved goodbye and sent hearts flying to me after I took my signed album from him. Smiling as I waved back, I now slid to the front of the 2nd member.

Feeling a little more confident after my previous interaction, I held my head a little more higher than I did before. I see Namjoon silently encouraging me as he gave small glances and smiles my way, making me remember that I was not alone and that they were just like me.

Smiling, I greeted the next member with enthusiasm.


What I ate Wednesday!

Breakfast: Smoothie made with a clementine, frozen banana, frozen tropical fruit mix, strawberries, blackberries, chia seeds and mango juice.

Lunch: Leftover Spanish omelette and salad. An apple.

Dinner: Chicken, ham and leek pie with chips, peas, gravy and ketchup.

Snacks: A cup of tea and a cup of coffee (not pictured), a flat white, granola bar and HALF a lemon meringue cronut (I shared it with the boy).

Exercise: 30 minutes on the cross trainer, 15 minute row and two hours walking.

I FINALLY GOT MY CRONUT. The picture is from the counter last week as it didn’t look quite so pretty after being rattled around in my bag for an hour and a half. The coffee shop was doing an offer, if you bought a pastry you could get a coffee for free, no one could possibly turn that down. It was a taste sensation. I was expecting to just have a bit of lemon curd in the middle but it was loads of delicious lemon creme pat. And let us take a moment to celebrate the fact that I only had half and felt completely satisfied! I was in shock! Of course I could happily eat a whole one ;)

Next week I’ll be in Spain with @oh-for-the-love-of-running-x so my what I ate Wednesday will probably feature a million pictures of ice cream.

High School Tips for my American Freshmen

Okay, so you’re about to go into the ninth grade, right, Freshman year? 

Here are some tips for you and it’s a long post. I graduated from high school in 2015, and I WISH someone would have made a post like this for me to see.

Now, I say “American freshmen”, because I know about the American public school experience, I can’t say the same for any other country’s school systems.

Here we go:

- Keep a daily planner and write your assignments down, I know it’s cliched, but trust me, it can help you out.

- bring your phone charger (portable) and headphones.

- don’t send nudes, I don’t care who is asking for them, just don’t send them, I’ve had too many friends get theirs leaked, don’t do it.

- Last one to get pregnant wins, so have safe sex and ALWAYS USE A CONDOM and if the guy says “I don’t like condoms”, “they feel uncomfortable”, “I’m too big for a condom” or whatever, 1) they aren’t worth your time, 2) STDs can stay with you for LIFE and babies can ruin your whole future, and 3) I’ve seen people put condoms on 2 liter bottles of soda, so there’s no such thing as being too big.  

- That senior doesn’t love you and upperclassmen rarely come over just to “chill”. 

- Popularity doesn’t mean shit.

- You will not walk out with the same squad you walked in with.

- 99% of friendships won’t matter after high school, so don’t get yourself down with petty drama.

-If you’re gonna be late to school, eat some breakfast and make it count. 

- Get involved in something, don’t be the person that sits around and does nothing for four years. Lots of extracurricular activity looks good on transcripts.

- You don’t need that big ass backpack with every single piece of school supplies in it. Just get a couple sturdy ass three ring binders (not those pieces of shit that zip up, because they crap out on you halfway through the year), load them up with loose leaf paper, and a couple folders and you’re all set.


- If you carry a handbag, guess what, you’re gonna turn into Mary freaking Poppins, so listen up.
Keep your good school supplies in there and always have extra tampons and shit, because the nurse is stingy af when it comes to giving that stuff away and you usually gotta buy it from them, so just in case you or your friend needs it, carry it.
Also carry around tissues, hand sanitizer, lotion, Carmex (get that brand, it works really well), all sizes of band aids, Tums and Ibuprofen (I know you aren’t allowed to have pills in school, but the nurse can’t give you much in the way of meds, so just carry them and put a cotton ball in the container or carry them along with some tic tacs, that way if a hard ass teacher wants to know why your bag is rattling, pull out them tic tacs and boom, you’re alright). Carry around hard candies or cough drops too, because cold season can be brutal.
Like I said, you’ll be Mary Poppins.

- Work smart, not hard and use your resources. 

- If the teacher is out and the sub work is graded on a curve, you can get the whole class to not do the work, that way you all pass because nobody did anything. 

- Make friends with the crazy weird kids that everyone makes fun of for a few reasons, 1) they are usually pretty cool people, 2) everyone needs friends, and 3) you’ll probably be spared in case they end up having some sort of psychotic break and decide to shoot up the school (I hope that doesn’t happen, but you never know with people these days, especially in America, so stay safe). 

- Always take water to class. 

- Dress in layers or keep a hoodie on you at all times, you never know when you’ll need it.

- Wash your gym uniform every day you have gym or at least once a week and keep lotion, baby wipes, and travel sized deodorant in your gym locker.

- Try to make friends with the teachers, you’ll need them to write letters of recommendation for you for college, so, by all means, kiss ass if you need to.

- Carry an umbrella, even if there’s no chance for rain in the forecast, you’ll need it eventually.

- To my athletes: Buy some odor eaters for your bags or throw in some cheap air fresheners. Yeah you play sports, you don’t need to let the whole damn class know with your smelly duffel bag. 

- Make a lot of friends in your grade and other grades, even when you’re not a freshman, you never know when you’ll need to call in a favor or save someone’s life.  

- Don’t cheat on your S.O., that’s just messed up. 

- If you do need to copy answers, don’t copy verbatim, that makes you look like a dumbass.

- Go to the dances, even if you don’t have a date, they can be fun sometimes

- Leave time for sleep, I know it sounds impossible with all the homework, but trust me, if you don’t sleep, your immune system will weaken and you will get sick and miss school, so a couple missing homeworks here and there are worth it

- email your teachers, blow their inboxes up, they are paid to help you, and if they don’t do their job, go to their boss and show them the emails.

- If a teacher starts saying some crazy shit or bullying a student, take out your phone and press record. 

- don’t be an asshole to your teachers unless they really deserve it. They don’t get paid enough to deal with all your nonsense, so have some empathy. 

- If you need a mental health break, take a day, I know this won’t work for everyone, but if you really need it, go ahead. Your brain can get sick and exhausted just like any other part of your body, so you need to rest it occasionally.

- Learn study tips and stay organized. I know it’s cliched, but it will keep you sane.

- keep a three hole punch in your backpack/binder, you never know when you’ll need it. 

- Eat breakfast as often as you can. I don’t care if it’s saltines and water on the way to the bus, your body can’t function without food.  

- Talk to the counselor about your problems, that’s what they get paid for. 

- SparkNotes, EasyBib, CitationMachine, and Khan Academy will bless your soul. 

- Always carry at least an 8 GB flash drive with you because you need to save your digital work to something.

- Start looking into scholarships now. I know that college is a long way off, but find any and every way to reduce your tuition that you can and take it. 

- Don’t be afraid to ask for help. It took me until college to realize that my own understanding is worth more to me than what anyone else thinks about me.

- Ladies, if some boy is cutting you off in a debate in class, say “excuse you, I wasn’t finished talking”, and continue. Don’t back down.

- Stand up for yourself and for others.  

- don’t take classes because your friends are in that class, because the person you like is in that class, or because the popular kids are in that class, take a class because YOU are interested in the subject matter. YOU are in charge of your future, don’t let some irrelevant stuff change your perspective.

Feel free to add onto this if you want to, but definitely share it.


Originally posted by dugyu

100 WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU: “No, no, it’s my treat.”

feat. fuckboy!jimin

     HOW IS IT THAT OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU COULD’VE BEEN PAIRED WITH, IT’S HIM? Park Jimin, without a shred of doubt, was the sleaziest boy in your school. He basically radiated pheromones and girls’ panties are soaked by even the mention of his name.

You basically made it your life goal to steer clear from him, but obviously your history teacher begged to differ.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be with Jimin,” your professor gave you a dry smile. “My best student with my worst.”

“Ouch, that one hurt me bad, Prof,” Jimin rolled his eyes before directing his attention toward you. “Take care of me, Y/N.”

You felt butterflies explode in your stomach just at his voice.

At least my panties are dry, you thought to yourself.

Sighing loudly, you began to calculate in your head how long it would take you to write five-page essay and make a powerpoint by yourself in three days.

After the dismissal, you stayed behind and slowly gathered your books, still trying to work your giant history project into your already packed schedule.

“Y/N,” you felt someone blow a puff of air into your ear.

Jumping about ten feet out of your seat, you whirled around and found yourself staring at the man of the hour himself, Park Jimin.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!” you hit his (very hard) chest.

“You’re so hot when you swear,” Jimin winked. “Anyways, when are we going to meet up?”

You blinked. “For what?”

He cocked an eyebrow. “The project, perhaps?”

You recoiled in shock, unable to comprehend what he was saying. “You’re actually going to do the project with me?”

“What else were you expecting, love?” he looked at you in amusement.

“N-Nothing,” you clumsily shoved your textbook in your bag before rattling off an address of a local cafe.

“Awesome, it’s a date,” he grinned.

“No, it’s not,” you answered sharply.

“See you at 3, love.”

To your utter surprise, he was twenty minutes early. You were always the earlier one.

“You look cute,” he commented, staring you down like his next meal. 

“I’m wearing sweats and a t-shirt,” you pointed out flatly. 

“Perfect,” he nodded.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. “let’s go inside.”

After forty minutes of you trying to find information on your research topic, continuously feeling Jimin’s strong gaze on you, getting flustered and then yelling at him to focus, you finally scraped together something that had a semblance to an essay. You definitely weren’t getting an A, but a low B is good enough. Especially when you were paired with Jimin.

You both began preparing to leave and the waitress finally came with the tab. You reached into your purse to grab your wallet when you felt Jimin’s slim fingers wrap around your wrist.

“No, no, it’s my treat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I can pay for my own coffee, Jimin.”

“I never said you couldn’t, love,” he swiped your wallet from you in one fluid motion and took out his own. “I’m just being chivalrous.”

You laughed. “You? Park Jimin? Chivalrous?”

He stopped counting bills and turned around to look at you. “Only for the girl I like.”

His tone sounded playful but his eyes were dead serious. You blushed. “S-Stop that.”

Jimin smiled. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me like that!” you began to stare at your fingers.

“On one condition,” he grabbed your hand and held up one of your fingers.

“What?” you snapped.

“Be my girlfriend.”

one month ago.

“Y/N?” your friend, Hyejeong, suddenly asked.


“Have you ever noticed the way Jimin looks at you?”

You laughed. “Park Jimin? He doesn’t even know who I am.”

Hyejeong looked at you doubtfully. “You’re so dense. He looks at you like you’re his entire world, Y/N.”

secret garden (yoongi smut).

the awaited and requested follow up for fly.

elements: fluff, smut, language

description: y/n has a nice morning with the girls and comes home to a sweet scene between yoongi and your daughter. taehyung, jung kook, and jimin take her out to play for the afternoon and y/n gets some alone time with yoongi.

word count: 3,370 (for those of you not into smut, fret not because 1,657 of this is a-okay g rated fluffy goodness. the other 1,713 is for you dirty birdies~)

I came home from brunch and shopping with the girls to a quiet house. Weird. Yoongi’s car was outside but I couldn’t hear a peep. Even if Yoongi was asleep, I knew that our daughter, Myla, wouldn’t be. She’s smart, sassy, loud, and an independent little thing who can do everything on her own. She’s three.

“I’m home!” I announced, hanging my keys on the wall in the entryway. I kicked off my flats and ventured further in.

“Yeobo? Myla?” I called, figuring our daughter might hear better. I hoped he had decided to spend time with Myla since he finally got some time off, but when Yoongi was focused on something there was no getting through to him. He was able to cut the world out so well when he was working. I guess you kind of have to though when you want to be as good as him.

I checked the studio downstairs and knocked, opening the door when I heard no reply. Nothing. I made my way up to the second floor and rounded the corner to our bedroom. Empty. That’s when I heard them. Faint murmurs in the next room over.

I quietly pushed open the door to Myla’s room, just enough so that I could peek in. They sat together on the ground. Yoongi with his back against the bed and she in his lap, a cheap toy piano on hers.

She carefully pressed down on the keys, concentration prominent on her face. Gosh. She looks exactly like her father. Her fingers stuttered over the notes and she slammed her small fist onto the keyboard.

“Appa, it’s too hard. I’m done.” She turned over in frustration, burying her face in his chest.

“You did good. We can try again later. ” He said, rubbing her back after placing the piano to the side. He stood up with her in his arms, groaning as he did. I pushed open the door fully, revealing my presence. A smile took over Yoongi’s face and Myla’s head whipped around at the creak of the door.

“Eomma!” She screamed ecstatically, kicking her legs as a sign for Yoongi to put her down. He set her on the ground and she rushed over to me.

“I missed you so much, Eomma!” She said, digging her chin into my thigh, smile beaming up at me.

“I missed you too, Myla.” I chuckled, kissing the top of her head before she flung her arms around my neck and dropped weight.

After adequate affection, I peeled her from my frame and turned my attention to my loving husband. He welcomed me with open arms and my body instantly conformed to his. I closed my eyes and we stood swaying in the doorway of Myla’s room. It wasn’t until her pitter patter disappeared down the hall that Yoongi and I drew apart.

I missed you.” He said, pulling me back in to kiss my neck. I giggled, playfully pushing at his shoulders.

“How was she?” I asked, ready to be entertained with his answer.

“She’s got so much energy! Jagi, I don’t know how you do it but I’m so glad she has you because I’d never be able keep up.” He paused to take a breath. “And who knew 3 year olds could talk so well? That part she definitely gets from Min Suga Genius.” He finished, puffing out his chest proudly. I smacked his chest, scolding his ever pretentious behavior. But, in reality, he was actually one of the few people who could actually walk his talk so I didn’t give him too much grief about it.

“Well Yeobo, lucky for you, Tae called me this morning while I was out with the girls and begged me to let him have Myla for the afternoon. He, Kookie, and ChimChim are going to the zoo.” I said.

“Oh, she’ll enjoy that.” He thought aloud.

“Mhm. Plus, she hasn’t seen her uncles in a while so I told him he could. I think it’ll be a nice time for the four of them.” I said, twirling my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Hmm, so I get you all to myself?” He quirked his brow suggestively.

“Until they come back.” I answered, playing with his collar. “Knowing them, they’ll probably stay for dinner. But at least we’ll have the afternoon. That should be enough time, right?”

“Oh Jagi, no amount of time would ever be enough with you.” His words were incredibly sweet, but the way he was nibbling on my ear was far from. I gasped, smacking his arm lightly.

It had been a while since we had been able to really spend time alone. Since Myla was born it’s been difficult to get any time for ourselves. This would be a rare occasion for us and I was going to make the best of it.

“Myla! How would you like to go to the zoo with Uncle TaeTae and JungKookie?” I asked, purposely leaving out Jimin. He was her favorite. She squealed excitedly and came racing down the hall.

“Yes! Yes! Yay!!” She cheered, clapping her hands but then stopped and cocked her head at me curiously. “What about Chiminie Oppa?”

I giggled knowing she’d ask about him. They had a bond I found adorable. Similar to the one kookie and I shared.

“Yes, Oppa will be there too.” Yoongi answered lovingly. “Now go get changed, they’re coming soon!” He told her, patting her bottom as she pushed between us to go to her dresser.

She rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a bright peach sun dress, a couple shades lighter than Jimin’s hair. She yanked down her romper and stepped out of the baby blue puddle of cloth. Myla tugged the dress over her head and gave us a twirl. We both applauded enthusiastically. She then walked up to Yoongi and pushed me out of the way. I lifted my brows in slight shock but moved aside anyway. She turned around, back facing Yoongi and planted her hands on her hips.

“Appa, tie.” She commanded. He widened his eyes at me and I shrugged, stifling a laugh when she turned around because he didn’t move. She tugged on his shirt.

“Tie, Appa! ” She urged. He knelt down and began tying. The front door opened downstairs and I could hear the bodies shuffling in.

“They’re here!! I have to go, bye!” She tried running away but Yoongi pulled her back by the strings of her dress.

“Ya! I’m almost done.” He reprimanded, clicking his tongue as he finished tying the bow.

Just then Taehyung jumped out from behind me, startling me half to death. Myla shrieked with excitement.

“Yah! Tae!” I fussed, clutching my chest from the scare.

Myla ran past me and jumped into his arms and he spun her around. A muscled arm draped over my shoulders and a platonic kiss was pressed to my cheek.

“Hi, Noona.”

“Hi, Kookie.” I touched my head to his shoulder for a moment and lifted it again.

Jimin quickly slid by us, pressing his cheek to mine in passing to make for a greeting.

“Where’s my princess?” He asked with his arms open.

“Oppa!” Myla scurried down from the bed she had been jumping on while pillow fighting with Taehyung, her hair mussed. She ran to him and he trapped her in his embrace.

“Cute set up you got there, Hyung. Looks real comfy.” Kookie jested.

Yoongi was sitting in the corner of the room on Myla’s tiny yellow bean bag chair. His knees were by his head and he was hunched over with his chin in his hands and he was squatting so low he might as well have been sitting on the ground. He looked absolutely ridiculous. I nudged Jung Kook’s side and he pretended to be badly injured.

“Alright, that’s enough fooling around. You guys should get going while the sun is still up.” I said, fixing Myla’s hair and straightening out her dress.

“Bye, Eomma. Saranghaeyo.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and I hugged her tightly. She kissed both of her hands and rubbed them on my cheeks.

“Neomu saranghae.” I kissed her nose and stood up. She ran over to Yoongi and snuggled briefly before pulling back.

“I love you.” She grinned, beginning their game.

“I love you more.” He countered.

“I love you most.” She smiled triumphantly. He chuckled and smothered her with kisses.

The rest of the group said their goodbyes and shuffled out, the littlest one leading of course.

I closed the door after them and sighed in content. I didn’t realize how much hanging out with the girls earlier had worn me out. I went to the table where I had left the shopping bags and began unloading them. Yoongi parked his hands in their usual spot on my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“What'cha get?” He asked, his fingers idly playing with the fabric of my shirt.

“I got you a beanie and more candles for the studio, new studs for Myla, and a couple of bath bombs for me.” I rattled off, folding the bags to reuse for later.

“Yah. Jagi, you’re always spoiling us. Today was supposed to be for you! To get what you want. To do what you want. To unwind, have fun, and not have to think about taking care of Myla or me for once.” He said, rubbing my sides. I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Yeobo, you two are all that I want and the only things I ever think about.” I smiled gently and pecked him on the nose. He shook his head and swooped me up in his arms bridal style.

“What do you say we put those bath bombs to some good use?” He hummed, grabbing the package and swiping some candles too, walking to our bathroom.

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Difficult Steps (Avengers x reader)

So this is my first fan fiction that I posted on here and I want to say it’s a short drabble but I got carried away. (Of course) 

word count: 1566 (oops)

tw: death, depression, and drinking (let me know if I need to mention anything else)

Death wasn’t an option in the Avengers. Whatever happens, you get your ass to the medic. The number one rule of an Avenger. So what happens when you break it?

It was a pain you’ve never felt before. Cold sweat stuck to your skin as the loud sounds of war echoed in the background. Soon, it all became white noise, including the voices of your teammates. A bullet through your abdomen. This wasn’t how you thought you would go. A slow painful death.

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I Forgive You

Request: got7 jackson #5!

5) Your bias catches you dancing to another group’s song and then gives you the silent treatment.

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Got 7 Jackson x Y/N

Type: Fluff

“I got you some groceries at the market!” Jackson called, hurrying into my kitchen. I heard bags rattling and packages being slapped onto the counter. I leaned against the bar in between us to peer into the room.

“Jackson, oppa!” I grumbled, looking over his purchases. “Everything is organic.”

“Yes,” he nodded happily. “JYP hyung, he says it’s the best for you. I’m starting this detox with him, and it’s supposed to cleanse your body of all toxins.”

“I don’t have to do this cleanse with you, do I?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“That’s a good idea!” he gasped, grabbing his hat. “Jagi! You can do it too.”

“Really Jackson, I think I’m okay-” I tried, as I heard my phone begin to ring from the living room.

“NEOMANEUL WONHAE NEOREUL BOL TTAEN, I FEEL SO GOOD.” It wrang repeatedly. I began to jump around, singing along, as I saw the call was from an unfamiliar number. I’d let it go to voicemail and deal with it later. “Neomaneul wonhae, neoreul bol ttaen, I feel so good!”

“Sexyhaji anhado machi, diamondgati sexyhan neukkim,” I rapped along to the song, spinning and pointing at Jackson. “Cheot sarang gata wain bit geuttaecheoreom, meonghage sigani meomchun neukkim!”

Jackson looked at me, eyebrows raised and arms crossed as I rapped to him. Could he really be impressed that I kept up with Bang Yongguk’s slow, deep raps? His face was unreadable. I smiled as the ring tone stopped and giggled at myself.

“Oppa!” I chuckled. “Why do you look at me in such a way?”

He stayed glued in his position, his eyebrows still raised.

“Is your face stuck like that? I asked, entering the kitchen and hanging from his shoulder.

He looked at me blankly.

“Oppa, you’re scaring me, why aren’t you saying anything?” I moaned, in my best aegyo voice.

He shook his arm so I would move my hands from him and walked into the living room. “That’s it! We’re through!” he huffed dramatically, throwing himself to the floor.

“What the hell, Jackson?” I laughed, his dramatics amazing me even though I’m normally used to them.

“You’d rather be with Bang Yongguk, ah? B.A.P. is your favorite group now?” he continued from his position on the floor.

“Jackson!” I laughed, nearly doubling over. “It is one of my ringtones!”

“You knew every word!” he shouted, springing up and pointing at me.

“Because…” I continued. “It is one of my ringtones!”

“No more cuddles!” he gasped, throwing himself back on the ground and looking up at the ceiling. “Not until you apologize.”

“No way am I apologizing!” I gasped. His temper tantrum wasn’t going to sway me. “I can only listen to Got7 music for the rest of my life? Even you have a Taeyang ringtone, nerd.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, sitting back up. “At least change your ringtone…”

“You know, my sensitive, special snowflake,” I sighed, sitting down beside him. “Has the thought ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, that ‘Feel So Good’ was my ringtone for people I didn’t know? People who hardly call me? Have you heard my phone go off when you call?”

Jackson shot me a moody look as he pulled his phone from his pocket and typed into it quickly. My phone began to ring again from the table.

“Oge tido tiga naya channeun geoji won, nunbusige binna binteumi eopji neon,” Jackson’s voice rapped clearly. I mouthed the words as they escaped from my phone. “Nae nune eolmana yeppeunji, I want you, jigeum idaero, you’re the only one!”

I smiled at him as his face eased, but then winced again as the ringtone continued.

“What, what now Jackson?” I sighed, throwing my hands into the air.

“Do you really have to have BamBam’s part on there too?”

“JACKSON,” I shouted, now it was my turn to plop over onto the ground.

“Alright alright,” he smiled, rubbing my leg. “I forgive you.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” I grumbled.

“I know,” he smiled.

Originally posted by mark-yientuan


closed starter for one of my fave weirdos, @shespowerful

After running away from the League of Assassins, Sara had been bouncing around from one town to another, trying to find a place where they would never expect her to be. Starling City was out of the question, obviously—but she didn’t feel much for reuniting with her family anyway. Not with what she had become. National City didn’t disappoint so far. Rife with crime, but she had been biting the insides of her cheeks to ribbons to keep from intervening—at one point descriptions of her fighting style would surface, and the League would know. But as she passed by a dark alley – always dark fucking alleys – she saw someone just about to be murdered. And she could not let that happen.

“What the hell are you doing?” She kicked the fighter away, so that the man she’d been attacking fell like a bag of rattling, shambling bones to the floor. Sara left him to catch his breath as she cornered the fighter. “You almost murdered that guy!”