#luckily i can redo it after summer break but still

[alicedemettrie]

#im definitely going to fail the test but its fine. i've come to terms with that. i don't have the resources to do much lately #luckily i can redo it after summer break but still #sigh. #irl rodents

[violetnotez]

They find out their s/o is a Party Princess

@memekingofwwiii , you had this fricking adorable idea of Izuku and Shoto fighting with y/n, and then she says she’s gotta leave to put on a dress and go to a tea party, and that got me thinking-What if they left because they were a Party Princess??? So of course as I was in the middle of writing it Tumblr POSTED it, so I had to redo it 😖 but I hope you like these!!!

Pairings: Izuku x reader, Shoto x reader

Scenarios (more like mini fics cause I DONT KNOW WHEN TO STOP TYPING-)

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Izuku

“Hey Deku, you doing okay over there?” You yelled out, swinging your fist towards the thief’s side.

Both you and Izuku were patrolling the city today, as you two had interned with the same agency for the summer vacation. Everyday had been pretty boring since starting the program a few weeks back, but today you had finally found some action: two thugs trying to steal a poor old lady’s purse.

“Doing-just fine-how about you?”He grunted, sending a sharp kick at his opponent’s back, sending him to the ground. Izuku quickly toppled on top of the young man, tying his hands and feet together with some scraps of rope on the ground. Once he was happy with his work, Izuku quickly stood up, looking over at you to see you fighting alone against the other thief. He quickly broke into a run, trying to go and help you as quickly as possible

Throughout the few weeks interning alongside you, Izuku had begun to form a small crush on you. At first sight he had thought you were unbelievably pretty and couldn’t help but blush when seeing you. But as he began to hang out with you, you were quite possibly one of the coolest people he had ever met. You were so kind hearted and sweet to anyone you met, always taking the time to give them a warm greeting or a bright smile. It made his heart race seeing you wave to children on the road, being so gentle with them when they came over and asked if you two were really heroes. You could also be a total bad ass when you wanted to, your snarky remarks and devilish grin making his chest tighten and his heart race.

Right now, though, you were having some trouble, as the thief you were trying to apprehend was giving you a hard time. You swung another fist towards his chest this time, which the thief dodged easily. You grunted under your breath, annoyance and worry riddled in your brows.

“Can we-hurry this up a little!” You shouted between breaths. “I kinda got-places to be right now!”

The man scoffed at you, cracking his fingers. “Nah, sweetie, I’m just getting started!”

You rolled your eyes, hating how the word “sweetie” was directed towards you-but as the thief was busying himself with his knuckles, you sneaked a peak at the time- your party was in 45 minutes...if you got this wrapped up in 5, you could maybe run home, clean up, and drive to the place and might be there on time-

Noticing your distracted stance, the thief began to lunge at you, his large hands aimed for grabbing your head in a deathlock. Luckily, Izuku sprinted over just in time to propel his body at the man, tumbling on the ground as he pinned the thief’s hands on the ground.

“Deku!” You ran over to him, helping him as you pinned the man’s wrists together. That allowed Deku to tie up the thief a little bit easier, the struggling making it quite difficult to even tie a simple knot. But Izuku finished his work very quickly, pushing off the villians back as you let go of his wrists.

You looked at the greenette’s freckled face, his warm grin and bright eyes causing a soft blush to creep on yours. You had to admit it to yourself that this boy was unbelievably handsome, even if he didn’t realize it himself. And the fact that he has just saved you right now-your heart practically stopped at the idea. You wished you could stay longer with him, hating to leave Izuku with the boring task of watching the two thiefs before the police arrived, but you were seriosuly cutting time extremely short.

“Thank you, Izuku,” you said, your breathing still irregular from fighting, “for saving me like that.”

The boy chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back his neck. “Oh, your welcome y/n, it-it wasn’t much, youd do the same-“

Before he could register what was even going on, he felt your hands around his back and your body pressed up against his. Izuku’s brain practically began to malfunction-you were-hugging him? He was never this close to girls,or you for that matter-he could feel how soft your hair was, how wonderfully fresh and sweet your perfume smelled, even how your chest pressed up against him- his cheeks burned bright at that thought, his hands too shaky to wrap around your waist as his eyes were blown wide out of his sockets.

And just as quickly as you had hugged him, you let go, totally oblivious to the blushing mess you had turned Izuku into. Izuku busily tried to hide his cheeks as you quickly whipped your phone out of your hero suit, a curse slipping out of your mouth.

“I’m gonna be late!” You sighed in frustration.

Midoriya blinked a few times, confusion set on his face- “Late for what?” he asked innocently, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“I gotta be at a party-there’s some, entertainment going there that cant be late-“

“Oh, like a magician? I didn’t know you were excited for those type of things,” Izuku asked, watching the two delinquents on the ground.

“Actually, no, not like that,” you stated with a giggle, I’m the entertainment, I’m a party princess-

Izuku shook his head in confusion and looked at you with his eyes wide. How did he not know this about you?

“I started this summer to get some extra cash,” you continued, “it’s been kind of a struggle though juggling my scheduele with the internship. But I’ve been having a lot of fun dressing up and making these kids’ days...I just hope I won’t be late for my next party,”

“When is it?” He asked, his cheeks rosy with the thought of you in a pretty ball gown. He knew you were a kind hearted person, but you going out of your way to make a little child’s day extra special was something he found so endearing. He felt himself fall in love with you just a little more, a small smile gracing his lips.

“In 30 minutes,” you huffed, “I’ll barely have enough time to wash up and get into costume-“

“Well if it’s any help, I’ll stay and wait for the police, I don’t won’t you late for your event,” Izuku gave you a nervous smile, the green in his eyes sparkling like gems.

You gasped in relief, your smile wide as you gave Izuku another hug. “You’re the best Deku!” You yelled, giving his firm body a tight squeeze.

Before you ran off to get yourself ready for your gig, you gave Izuku a kiss on his cheeck, sending his soul over the moon. He was so thankful you ran off so quickly, because you would have deifnitely noticed the red encasing his whole face as his cheeks tingled in the place where you kissed it. He would never get use to your touches, but god did they feel nice!

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Shoto

Shoto was currently helping you train, his intense tasks making you pant from near exhaustion. You knew Shoto would force you to your limits, but god-this boy was merciless.

After you had seen how agile and flexible Shoto was while fighting, you worked up enough courage to ask him to help you train. It was something you admired from afar deifnitely not from checking him out, and you were extremely relieved when he had said yes.

But right now, he was totally destroying your ass.

“Cmon, y/n,” he panted out, “I know your stronger than this.”

his hands were pinning yours to the ground: one icy and one warm.The bi-colored boy had somehow thrown you to the ground yet again, his taut body on top of yours as your cheeks flushed with color from being so close to him. You were so thankful you were also red from over exerting yourself, so he would have no idea you were blushing from being so close to him.

“Well, considering you’ve been throwing me around like a rag doll this whole time,” you quipped tiredly, “I think I’m allowed to be a little tired.”

He cocked his head in confusion, the tips of his red hair melding with his white. “If your tired, why didn’t you tell me to stop?”

Shoto knew you were getting exhausted, but he had been perplexed on why you didn’t tell him you didn’t want to continue. He was having a nice time with you, your movements keeping him on his toes and your snarkiness tugging small grins out of him. He didn’t want to stop, he liked sparring with you, but considering this was just training, he didn’t want to stop until you did.

“Cause...I haven’t gotten a proper move in,” you gave Shiro a devilish grin, making his eyes grow wide. You wrap your legs around his waist, flipping him over so it was now him, not you, who was pinned on the ground.

He couldn’t control his heart from beating so fast-his breath was coming out particularly warm from that flip. Shoto had had a very quiet crush on you for sometime, not fully aware of it himself that he had a small infactuation with you. But how your hands laced around his wrists made his skin tingle, or how your body pressed into his made his body heat up intensely, was hard to ignore.

He stared at your face, unable to ignore the invading thoughts of just how beautiful you looked on top of him, your smile shining triumphantly down at him. He began to get lost in your (e/c) eyes, wishing he could stare at your face all day.

“Alright Shoto, I gotta head out,” you patted his chest nonchalantly, abruptly breaking him out of his daze.

“Thank you for all your help,” you gave him a soft smile as you held out your hand, helping him off the ground. You walked over to grab your water bottle, taking a swing from the container.

“now I gotta go into a nightmare dress...” you grumbled under your breath, sitting down on a bench beside you.

“A nightmare dress?” Todoroki sat down beside you, draping a towel around his damp neck.

“Yeah....long story short, I somehow got wrapped into helping Uraraka with her little cousin’s birthday party. She’s obsessed with this one princess on TV and I apparently I look just like her, so...”

“Uraraka asked you to perform at the party as this character?” he finished your sentence, resting his elbows on his knees in order to look at your face.

You nodded your head as you looked down at the water bottle in your hand, obviously looking a little conflicted. Your smile was no longer on your face, you teeth capturing your lower lip in worry.

Shoto was concerned over your sudden change, missing the warm smile you had sent his way just moments before. He wanted you to smile at him again, as if he was the only one in the world that could make you grin so happily.

“What’s wrong y/n? Are-are you feeling sick?” he asked politely, watching your facial expression closely.

You sighed, lying your head against the wall of the training room.

“I’m just worried I won’t be good at this. I watched the show,got the costume, I did everything I could to make sure her cousin has a good birthday party-I’m just scared the kids will hate me, or maybe I’ll trip and just ruin everything-“

Shoto laid his hand gently on top of yours, the sudden touch forcing you to look at him.

“You are going to be wonderful y/n,” he assured you, his voice soft and full of warmth, “if Uraraka trusted something so important in you, she clearly knows your more than capabale of achieving at this.” He paused slightly, his bi-colored eyes boaring into yours.

“And so do I.”

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[mental-health-advice]

Hello there! Hope you are well. I just want some advice about my school situation. I just finished my final year of school and am supposed to be going to uni next year, but I actually didn’t get any offers. I’m quite bookish, so I was really, really unprepared for this failure. There is a bit of hope, since 2 unis have told me to call them when my final exam results are released in August, because, if I’ve done well in these final exams, they might reconsider me if they have any free places. If they don’t have any free places or if I haven’t done well, I’m going to have to repeat the year. That means having to retake the admissions exams (but luckily not my final exams) and also of course redo any interviews. I spent the entirety of last summer studying for one of those exams and had to miss my uncle’s wedding (extended family live in another country) for it, and the thought of having to do all this work honestly makes me sick. Especially because I don’t really know how I managed to do that well in these exams this time round (these exams are really time-pressured and depend more on logical thinking than they do on book smarts)- a lot of it was just pure guesswork on the day of the exam. I don’t know if I can do it again and I don’t think I can do it as well as I did before. Another issue is just being so exhausted. I haven’t had a decent break in about 5 years. My friends are all out enjoying their summer holidays after our final exams, and I’m just trying to ignore the fact that I now have to go study again. I’m balancing this with quite a lot of family issues and loneliness. I’m mentally done with everything and the idea that it was all for nothing, since I possibly have to retake these tests and essentially go through the entire admissions process again, is making me feel awful. I don’t know what to do. I just want a break from everything. I don’t know why my work hasn’t paid off and I don’t want to go through everything again. Sorry for rambling for so long

Hey there,

Finding out that you didn’t do so well on your exams and consequently didn’t get any offers for uni must have been really tough and disheartening. It sounds like you did the very best that you could have done though given the circumstances and what you are going through and facing in your daily home life.

Being at school and doing nothing but study day in and day out is tough and stressful for anyone and especially when so much pressure is put on you to do well and get into uni. And you have probably heard this before but not getting the results that you needed to get into uni is not the end of the world.

For example can you do a bridging course to get into uni or at least look into this? I am not sure of where you are from and what is available and possible there, but where I am from, for some uni courses you can actually go to Tafe and do a bridging course into uni as a way to get your foot in the door. Not getting into uni, also means that perhaps you can take a year off school/ study to recharge and take a much deserved break. There are still options for you I’m sure and yes you may have to re-sit some of your exams but at least you know what to kind of expect so can be better prepared for next time? Just something to keep in mind!

This may even be an opportunity to rethink your life and what else you can do what with your life. You may even find that you have other interests and areas in life that you may want to explore, things that you don’t have to go to uni for.

I know that not getting into uni must have been a huge blow for you but sometimes these things happen for a reason. Sometimes in life we sometimes have to take the long way around to get to where we want to be in life and this can be annoying and time consuming but there is so much we can gain from this too. Just something to think about!

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and wish you all the best in whatever you choose to do in life!

Take care,

Lauren

#mha-lauren #advice #advice blog #mental health advice #anonymous #uni #results #not getting uni offers

[muffinrecord]

Archive Progress Report: 9/8/2020

I ended up taking the night off socially, but not for recording.

I’m having a lot of technical difficulties with the main story and now with the remaining magical girl side stories. I record via iphone and need to use an app called Handbrake afterwards to sync up the audio, but recently the audio simply isn’t syncing correctly at all, which is real obnoxious. TBH, if you can’t tell, I’m not very good at any of this and am sort of learning on the fly. Luckily, my remaining videos to work on are:

Madoka Kimono 

Kyoko Swimsuit (Leaf is helping me with this)

Hanna Sarasa (Weather-cluddy will be helping me with this one)

Ayame Mikuri

Ryo Midori

Sayuki Fumino (a real life friend will be recording this for me)

So I’m pretty close to done! Phew!

Next I’m working on finalizing all the quote videos. I actually don’t have much left to do here! Like I’ve mentioned before, Kizmin has recorded a ton of videos for me (in super high quality too)-- and with the characters I have, and @leafbladie‘s help, I actually have mostly everyone covered.

Here is some stuff waiting to go up on youtube...

And here are the quotes that need to be edited + exported. 

A few of these (from friends) are in a different format from what I can use, so I have to work on them in VLC Media Player first. I’ve been procrastinating on this part for a bit but I’m going to woman up soon and get it done.

After I finish with the MSS and the quotes, I’m going to work on the main story. Unfortunately, as I mentioned above, I’m having technical difficulties and all the footage I recorded a week ago was corrupted somehow, so I need to redo it. This has kind of... made me not want to work on it, which is why I’ve been focusing on MSS and easy event stuff. But!!! It’s time to stop avoiding it and get to work.

I’m going to continue to sprinkle in events here and there, but I’m going to let you all know RIGHT NOW that the last things I’ll be working on are the branching style events, so the Azaleas, See You Tomorrow, ect. These are really frustrating to record because of all the different paths and the different choices you can make in-story-- I’m going by the archive, but it still wants you to make choices and sometimes my dumbass brain is too tired to figure things out, if that makes sense. x_x 

I feel like the event stories are well documented online though, and I do still have lots of time... So it’ll all go up there, eventually.

Events being worked on:

Azaleas Bloom

Christmas at Mikazuki Villa

New Years at Mizuna Shrine

Mirrors Ranking (easy peasy)

The Maiden of Hope

See You Tomorrow

FM Kamihama

MIT Mitama

Cross Connection

Voices From Beyond

Breakpoint

Summer with Mikazuki Villa

Nagisa’s Wish

Wings in the Wind

Alina is Coming to Town

Mitama’s Festive Feast

Endless Beginnings

Cherry Blossom Dreams

A Fledgeling First Flight

Magia Clash

One Fleeting Summer Night

Rebel of a Dawnless Land

Summer Treasures

A New Beginning

The Flowers’ Lament

400 Day Release Celebration

Kamihama Joy Service

I might do Breakpoint next because it was one of my favorite events and it might be a nice break. haahahaha. get it. break. break? I’m breaking apart myself, how are you guys?

I’d also like to give a MASSIVE shoutout to @leafbladie for having helped me so long with all the quote videos and with everything else. He has been so helpful and amazing this whole time. ;_; I want to plug the Ashley Taylor Memoria Collage/Zine Project (@ashleytaylormemoria​) real quick-- check it out and maybe try submitting stuff too :) I’ll be making an art piece for it as well! Winx (@thefairywithdrawings​) is also involved and overseeing all the design work.

I think that’s one of the nicest things going on right now... a lot of folks have different fan projects going on and are working together to make the best of a bad situation.

Future Plans

When the archive recording project is done, I want to write up a few posts on starting over on JP and how to use SE effectively. I know that there is a lot of really helpful (and frankly better) content out there already, but I still would like to add to it.

I mentioned before, but I do intend to start up the memoria review project up again, but that’ll be after everything else as well.

Tentatively... I might also make a unit review blog as well, which will go over characters and their various niches, along with a look into their SE, connects, ect. But that will be a whiles off from now and will require a ton of research.

Uhh I think that’s it! Thanks again for all of you guys’ support. I get overwhelmed easily and am not taking the whole situation well, but I’m trying to focus on my goals. It helps that the fandom is collectively working together right now. 

See you until next time!

#Muffin Record #Magia Record #Long Post #Archive Progress Report

[adorkemis]

My farm has some unusual occurrences...

With Halloween coming up I thought I'd post some stories that happened here at my little co-op farm. Its a small farm I bought with my best friend and her husband that we run and take in unwanted animals, that is when we aren't working our day jobs, charity-volunteer, or Search and Rescue cases.

So in the spirit of the season I'll start with the unusual events leading up to our first Halloween. On the night of the Autumn Equinox we built a bonfire and poured ourselves a few drinks- some family recipe Appalachian home brew.

Now, I take bonfires very seriously and had been preparing for weeks, carefully selecting the best branches and tinder, even going so far as to collect and dry out large bundles of late summer flowers and herbs to add to the top of the fire. In my family, we have a long standing tradition of welcoming in each new season with a bonfire and an important component of those seasonal bonfires are the flowers and herbs. So for weeks I had been going out to cut the necessary plants and dry them in the barn.

Now they were blazing brightly with the cut grass, weeds, and branches from our months of hard work setting up and renovating our new home and the surrounding acers.

I don't normally dance, but when I do, it is not pretty I am very, very intoxicated. So I flail happily around my fire, taking turns dancing with my friends under the bright stars and just enjoying myself free from big cities and a nice break from all our hard work.

As the night progressed the fire finally began to die down and after a few drinks I felt myself beginning to tire.

Ty, the husband of my friends asked me question that I wasn't quite able hear over the music. I thought he asked if I wanted more to drink, so I said yes. Being deaf in one ear I often mishear people.

A few moments later, I hear Ty holler out "Move!" as a large pile of debris we had stripped from the house was hurled onto the dieing flames. Krystal (my friend and wife of the pair) and I jumped back just in time to avoid the cloud of ash and embers. As I stagger backwards trying to comprehend what I had just witnessed when he again yells out for us to move just in time for me to watch him throw a bucket onto the smoldering embers. In the next instant the embers have erupted into bright yellow flames roaring skyward. The blast of heat sends all three of us onto our asses and I watch in shock as my bonfire turns into a flaming trash heap.

Black smoke rolls off the inferno, choking my lungs and making my eyes water. I crawl away when I hear Ty laughing drunkenly as the collection of boards, plaster, vinyl and trash blacken and burn. "Whoooo!" He lets out hill billy hollar. "Look at it burn!"

Krystal is now screaming at him for nearly killing us all and I just and watch quietly (and inebriated) as all my weeks of planning go up in smoke.

For you see, when my ancestors started the first Farm centuries ago, at the birth of our bonfire traditions, it was not a way to simply celebrate the changing of the seasons. No, it was a way to show respect to the things that we do not see, the beings that dwell within the woods just outside our view. It was a way of making peace with the Good Nieghbors, or local spirits. The old stories say the tradition started with my earliest ancestors inviting the beings to celebrate with them, to thank them for their protection, and that the plants we used were a sign of respect toward that treaty. Of course as the generations go by that origin has become more of a legend, few of my extended family actually believes this ritual is anything more than a leftover from our pagan, superstitious roots. But me and my grandfather know the truth. We've seen the things that lurk at the edge of the forests, seen what they can do to livestock, livelihoods, or of course people.

So imagine, if you will, you are invited to a party. A party filled with wonderful cakes, treats, and beautiful decorations. Now imagine someone literally dumps a pile of garbage on top of it.

That essentially is what has happened.

So I sit there, unsure how to tell my arguing friends what has just happened, and finally decide to just go to bed.

The next morning I wake up in the predawn hours, hungover from our libations, I look out my window see the fire pit is still smoldering. The black smoke is now grey and I can see old wires birnt black and twisted with pits of melted plastic sticking to the stones I dug up and carried from the creek.

I sigh, put on a pair of pants and go to rhe kitchen to make the moring coffee.

As the smell of the black brew wafts through the house, my cohabints emerge from their room looking as good as I feel.

My throat feels tight and scratchy so I simply raise my mug to them in greeting and am met with simular responses.

"Sorry Ty tried the burn the house down," Krystal offers when she has her coffee prepared.

"Hey, I said move!" Ty tries to protest his actions were justified.

I sign to Krystal, who translates for Ty, that its all good. Even though it may not be.

Back at my family's old Farm we hold to our traditions very seriously, like an old woman to her purse. I don't expect my friends to understand the importance of these traditions just yet, and believe me, I know how it sounds to explain these.

But instead I finish my coffee and try to tell them I'm off to start the morning chores, but my vioce comes out in a raspy gravel, so again I sign to Krystal.

Morning chores are typically the bane of my existence, but as I have the day off from my day job so it's not as bad, and it gives me time to think. I obviously can't just write an apology letter or throw another bonfire, the next time to hold one won't be until Halloween- and thats just for fun, normally. No instead I'll just have to my Buck Moon ritual will be enough to protect us from any malevolent spirits we may have offended.

I will note the Buck Moon ritual is NOT one of family's ancient traditions (well, on the Farm its called the Hay Moon and we did use to do something for that) but one I deviced myself as a way protecting myself when away from the Farm and the protection of the Hay Moon rites.

Nothing exactly happened that day, though none of the chickens had laid any eggs (which wasn't too far out the norm) however as the weeks progressed I noticed a few things that hinted something might be wrong.

The milk turned sour, the bread molded, and the grass began to die while the weeds began to overtake the pasture and garden. The grain barrels (thick plastic and metal that were advertised as critter proof) in the barn were chewed through and no matter what type of traps or bait I used the elusive culprits were still at large.

The chickens continued to not lay eggs and we soon went from an overwhelming plethora of tradable goods to a tiny stock barely able to feed ourselves. Not to mention that my voice had still yet to return making my job at the animal hospital very difficult to perform properly. My manager had to pull me aside and ask when I would be seeing a doctor about. If I could have laughed I would have but instead I was sent home early.

When the third week started of me being continuously mute and down to my last 6 eggs I new something had to be done. But the final motivation was when one of the horses, Cowboy, got sick. Immediately I called one of my vets and began to put my plan into action.

Thankfully the horse that was sick wasn't my horse, Prince. My family use to breed and sell horses for generations and Prince was one of the last horses born there. Prince is also very important to the Buck Moon ritual. As an avid hunter I normally follow all the hunting laws to a T, however for the Buck Moon I can only hunt in the middle of the night on horseback. Prince is the only horse we have trained for hunting so he's my only hope.

The day of the hunt I set everything up. My saddlebags, bow and arrows, along with a few less than normal trinkets. And in the express interest of keeping this long story short, I'm just going to skip ahead to the part where Prince and I return just before dawn with yearling buck being dragged behind us. Maybe I'll get a chance to explain more about it. How finding the deer took all night and the other beasts we saw in those woods, Gas Mask Gary, and how when we finally made it back with an hour to complete the ritual I was covered in blood and exhausted but still I got it done.

Work was not fun that day but luckily my sore throat was better and I had fresh eggs for breakfast. Along with some venison steaks.

I believed that the ritual had worked and soon our fall vegetables would be ready to harvest and everything wouldnbe back to normal.

To my relief, it was. Our vegetables and eggs were taken to market and our horse, Cowboy, was better almost overnight. I could finally talk again and had almost forgotten everything until October 30, the night before Halloween.

Like I said earlier we are renovating the house and one of the last rooms is the Krystal and Ty's bathroom- the master bath. We had ripped out the old vinyl and redoing some of the plumbing which left a small hole in the floor. We had all pretty much gotten ready for bed and Ty and I were outside with our last cigarettes for the day when we heard Krystal scream from the bathroom. We tossed our cigs and both ran toward the bathroom, Ty rapping on the door. "Babe, you alright?" He called thrpugh the door. Inside we could hear quiet the cacophony of noise, like bull in a China shop type deal. When Krystal started yelling again Ty and I burst through the door.

Krystal was armed with broom like a lance 8n one hand and towel like a whip in the other. And emerging out the whole in the floor was a black eyed, foam spitting raccoon. Its little claws dug into the vinyl leaving deep grooves and a horrific coughing, gagging noice emitted from its throat.

"Its rabid!" She yelled and jabbed the broom at it.

I've seen a rabid raccoon before, and so has Krystal, we've both worked those kinds of cases but this raccoon was different. Yes they will try to run up and attack, but it looked different. Like its skin wasn't on right and the sounds it made weren't what I had heard from raccoons- rabid or not.

Finally the little beast pulled itself free from the whole and ran, on its hind legs toward. All three of screamed but Krystal armed with her trusty broom hit it with everything she had and smashed its head into the cabinet.

For a moment the raccoon wobbled a few steps before it fell over, the mishape of its body more pronounced but even more damning was the blood running out its eyes and nose. Thick, black, tar like blood oozed from its head and the smell of rot and shit filled the bathroom.

Ty and Krystal nearly gagged as the smell hit us.

"What the fuck is that?" I head Ty ask as he pulled his shirt over his noes.

"It tried to kill me!" Krstal yelled. "I was trying take a shit and it climped up with its little paws!" She made a hand motion mimicking the raccoon reaching threw the whole. "We patching that whole tonight."

"Why does it smell so bad" Ty asked. "I ain't touching it."

I was oy half listening (well, less so than I normally can) and took the broom from Krystal to poke the thing.

As soon as the bristles touched the body the raccoon jumped back up, making even more gagging noises. I slammed the broom immediately on top of it, screaming again.

I grabbed a glass sitting on the counter and threw it onto the writhing beast. As soon as the water splashed onto its patchy fur a hissing could bebheard and steam rose from its now thrashing body.

"Holy fuck!" They screamed while I simply responded "Thats where I put the Holy water!"

The demonic raccoon was screaming and convulsing on the floor infront of us as the water burned it.

Krystal turned to me. "Why was there holy water in my bathroom?!"

I shrugged. "Divine intervention? But now we know its a raccoon corpse possessed by a demon."

Krystal threw her hands up. "Oh that is wonderful! Demon coon in the house!"

I looked back at Ty. "Can you help me grab my things?"

He just nodded, somewhat dumbfounded. I guess this was his first possessed raccoon.

It only took a few minutes to gather the stuff I would use. However there was one last thing I needed.

"So, I can't really banish it without its name and raccoons don't have vocal cords so I need to put it something that can talk." I looked Krystal in the eyes with a pleading look.

She shook her head. "Oh hell no. We are not doing that. Can't we use my in-laws?"

"Hey!" Ty was not amused. "Why can't we use your family?"

"We're not using anyones family!" I was tired and the circle I had made for the demon wasn't going to hold forever. "Krys, please."

In defeat she sighed and left the room for few minutes. While she was gone I prepped Ty on what was about to occur. I handed him a blessed knife I had and told him "If it leaves the circle, no matter the vessel, stab it hard enough to pin it to the floor." He looked at the long blade and just nodded.

Krystal camd back in with her son's Tickle Me Elmo doll. That thing gave us all the creeps but now it would be put to some good use.

I made second circle with very specific symbols, not dissimilar to the first one that held the Satanic flailing beast and drew a kind of infinity like symbol touching each circle. Krystal placed the Elmo doll in the new circle and I began the ritual.

If you have only seen exorcisms in movies or tv you will think there has to a Bible, screaming, and lots of flailing along with green pea soup.

It's possible all of those things could happen if you are dealing with humans, especially eccentric ones. A raccoon corpse on the other hand, not so much. The only difficult part I have is not knowing the demons name and the time crunch I have on the circles. Once the water dries, I probably won't be able to hold it back. And yes, like I told Krystal I can banish it but it could just pop up right back. And then we could be in a loop trying to constantly send him back and forth back and forth. Instead, I can trap him in a body that doesn't have claws or teeth or rabies. Which is what I did.

The words don't matter so long as you believe them, so long as you give them power. Now that doesn't mean I can just say whatever I want. I have a long monologue I use that took me years to perfect. It's written in few languages most ancient Hebrew and Hellenistic Greek with a bit of Gaelic thrown in for that extra punch. These are the languages that are strongest to me.

Except I have to read them slowly, if I mess up a single syllable I have to start all over. And I have a mild speech impediment. And worse sometimes.

Carefully I pronounce each syllable, its still a race against time and if mispronounce anything I will have to start over.

The smell of rot and shit is getting worse and the demon-raccoon starts convulsing madly. The black blood is still flowing from its head but as it slamns it head and claws at its body the black tar leaves smoldering smudges in the bare floor.

I'm nearing the mid point of the ritual and motion to my roommates to leave the room. Krystal tries to get my attention, to tell me no she is staying there but I pour all my focus into the words I'm spewing. If anything goes wrong, and the demon doesn't go into the proper vessel it could easy posses my friends. And while a simple wooden door won't keep a demon from possessing a host, if there is only one visible option they typically take it.

I hear the soft click of the door behind me. I raise my voice and the raccoon is now actively ripping fur and flesh off itself. The most ear peircing scream emits from its maw of broken teeth, I can see black blood gurgling in the back of ots throat. My stomach almost feels sick but I push on.

I hold up my left hand and draw a second knife along my open palm. I didn't want my roommates to see the self mutilation that is part of this exorcism. I hold my bloody hand above the irate demon. I let the blood drip a new circle around the demon.

The smell of apple blossums, cedarwood, and salt water mixes with the demonic stench from the raccoon. Its enough to be overwhelming and for a brief moment I almost stumble over the final phrase but it comes out well articulated.

The sound of bones snapping fill the room as I watvh the raccoon literally brake in half, part of its spinal column protruding from the stomach. Black blood spew from its mouth, filling the circle.

In the neighboring circle I hear the little voice box of the doll come to life. "Elmo loves you!"

Stupid fucking demons.

I scoop up the now animate doll and hand it to Krystal. "I had one rule!" I yell as I stumble to my room. "No goddamn demons!"

The next day, Halloween, was like any other day. I went to work, did my chores, rode my horse. The new addition of locking Helmo wasn't too offsetting. He still gets out of his case and walks around, rather poorly, but so far he can't do much. Aside annoy us with his flailing and constant prerecorded chatter. "Hehehe. That tickles!"

"No shit, Helmo!"

"Fuck off, Helmo!"

Sometimes, when he is too much, we put him in shoebox. Other times we might even take a stab at him. He doesn't like that.

But the arrival of our wayward demon isn't what upset me. No, what upset the most was what happened Halloween night and the next morning.

As we sat around the bonfire Halloween night in our costumes with our drinks and smokes I glanced up. Through the flames, at the edge of the woods I could see a tall, lean figure in a hoody. The flames reflected off the lenses of the gasmask that covered his face and I felt a cold shutter run down my spine. Gas Mask Gary is the biggest enigma in the town, but his presence always means something strange and possibly dangerous is going to happen.

The next morning when I rose up to care the animals before getting ready for work, I saw something unusual in the extinguished firepit. In the predawn light I walked over closer to inspect it.

A door made of hard carved wood with a plain handle lay unmarked as if raising out the soot and ashes.

Fuck. A Door to Nowhere.

#Halloween #devils night #story #series #reddit #caliete #nosleep

[barbika1508]

Bless summer dresses (Jung Hoseok x Reader /Smut)

Word Count: 6,9k

Genre: PWP, Smut

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk, Min Yoongi

Warnings: Mirror sex, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, Semi-Public sex, Degrading

Summary: Sometimes, its the right dress at the right time that becomes the last push needed to reach the highest ecstasy.

Hoseok P.O.V.

‘’Again.’’ I shake my head frowning, hands placed on my hips as I stare at Jeongguk and Jimin how they move, Jimin a mili-second slower than the maknae which doesn’t sync them up like they should be ‘’Stop.’’ I raise my tone over the music which gets cut off both of them breathless stopping to glance at me.

‘’I thought they were perfectly in flow, hyung.’’ Taehyung comments from where he’s sitting against the mirror near the computer, now staring at me in question.

‘’Jeongguk-ah was too fast, you did this…’’ I’m quick to demonstrate the spin and hip thrust ‘’To fast, it’s like you’re too eager for it, while Jiminie the…’’

‘’I know, I know.’’ he shakes his head hair falling in his eyes as he goes to redo the move properly and seemingly easily.

‘’Good. Again, from the top.’’ I order and glance back at Joon who presses a button on the keyboard of the computer the music starting to play. Jin hyung walks around slowly observing the two as they start to move. I’m not even concerned with the beginning of the song because I know they can handle it, and have been nailing it from the start. So, I let my eyes drift past Yoongi hyung who’s comfortably settled on the chair which was moved over to the corner of the mirror. And there sitting in the very back as we’re in the front, is the prettiest girl you could ever lay your eyes on.

The first thing that falls into my eyes is the yellow colour of the sundress she has on. Luckily it does reach her knees if it was any shorter she definitely wouldn’t be wearing it anywhere. I stare at the expanse of her smooth flawless legs, quickly skipping over the bunched-up material, up till her waist where the material hugs her curves but loosely enough to show them off. Passing her breasts my eyes land on her skin, still clear of any kind of marks that I know are hiding over her thighs, near the lines of the panties she has on. I wonder which pair she put on today. My eyes take me higher taking in her collarbones, and I just want to lick over them, and trail my tongue to her sweet spot which I know would make her shudder and whimper easily. Her neck is just begging to be decorated in flourishing marks.

Her eyes are completely entranced flickering from one dancer to the other. She has this dazed kind of expression on, a light blush to her cheeks which can be makeup but who knows for sure. Due to the room heating up more than cooling despite the AC in the corner being turned on she has pulled her hair up into a bun, and makes me all the more want to mark her neck up and listen to the breathless moans and hitches of breath that would fall from her beautiful plump lips. Ghhhh my blood is already boiling with want.

‘’Again.’’ I raise my tone over the music which has the boys both stumbling out of rhythm, but nobody says anything and continues doing their thing as I back away and then turn, making my way towards my girlfriend. Only when I’m 5 steps close she takes her eyes away from the dancers and looks at me, looking like she’s snapping out of a daydream, but offers a beaming grin, showing off her pearly white teeth.

‘’Not gonna dance?’’ she asks knowing me well enough to know that I do want to but I have something else in mind. I shake my head and lean down, sitting myself right next to her.

‘’I decided I need a new angle to observe them.’’ I make up quickly and throw my arms around her shoulders. She eagerly leans into me despite being warm, but I take the chance as she’s not complaining as we settle to watch the two ‘’Plus…I need kisses, I’m running low on energy.’’ I whisper into her ear which has her giggling turning to me while I keep my eyes focused on the dancing boys who are off beat again but I want my kisses and I know my priorities.

‘’You don’t seem to be so tired yet, you’ve nailed the dance and everything perfectly just a few minutes ago.’’ She challenges making me smirk as my hand lands over her knee patting it gently, then letting my thumb brush over it.

‘’Why would I lie??’’ I challenge and look at her smiling cheerfully, the blush on her cheeks spreading.

‘’What do I get in return?’’ she shots back the remark causing me to chuckle. I faintly hear someone saying ‘Stop’ and the music getting cut but I’m putting my priority onto my girl. We’ve been going at it for 2 hours, and we’ve came here for a meeting only, it’s enough serious practice for the day.

‘’What would you want in return?’’ leaning in I make sure I ghost my nose down over her cheek, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw. She starts tapping her fingers over my thigh where her hand is comfortably resting.

‘’Hmm…’’ she trails off instead, which has me sparing a glare to the members Jin and Tae now with Kook and Jimin chatting away but Namjoon lets ‘Idol’ play and is quick to join them just messing around to the beat. I smirk noticing how she’s completely focused onto them. It only ticks me off a tiny bit that she’s so shamelessly ogling them, mostly Jimin. I know she loves me, and she is mine but Jimin is her bias after all even if I won her over. So, him being in the room, and now laughing and pushing his hair back I know he’s doing it intentionally.

‘’Cuddles?’’ I try knowing she’s distracted enough, the tug on her hand not affecting her much. She goes along willingly and mutters her acknowledgement, but moves and sits herself on my lap letting me pull her backwards into my chest. I eagerly wrap my arms around her waist and hold her against me, my body thrumming with warmth and eagerness, my cock stirring at the feeling of her on me and so close.

Her hands are resting over my forearms but she doesn’t even protest once I move my hand to circle her thigh, caressing through the fabric unfortunately. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine. But looking at her through the mirror because we are in the clear the boys more on the right, I can see her eyes still following Jimin as he runs around the room eagerly. A smile draws itself on her lips.

The melody comes to a stop finally, leaving the boys cheering some clapping which she eagerly claps along too, and earns herself a wink from Jimin. His eyes do meet my own, so I give him a questioning look. He turns around rushing over to Jin hyung hugging him from the back hiding away. C c c little brat.

The boys fall into a chatter while she finally leans back and sags against me.

‘’Cuddles.’’ She finally replies making me chuckle ‘’Movie night?’’ she proposes as I let my fingers slip to the very hem of the dress to touch bare skin of her knee.

‘’Doable.’’ I state ‘’Will you make us snacks though? I did them last time.’’ I sing in the end which has her chucking as I tap my fingers over her knees. She has her legs crossed one over the other resting between my own which I’ve parted slightly to accommodate her. As long as they aren’t spread in front of anyone else but me, we are good.

‘’You’re drawing a hard bargain there Mr. Jung.’’ She goes on thoughtful but ends up giggling, and looking up at me.

‘’That’s Hobi to you, little lady.’’ I raise my fingers to her ribs but there’s not much effect as she isn’t ticklish but the touch has her chuckling hands reaching for my own to stop them.

‘’Aigo you are so cute Oppa.’’ She coos whining adorably and twists her body lifting herself up, pressing a surprise peck onto my lips ‘’Aigo, aigo.’’ I laugh out loud with her as she squishes my cheeks together but is quick to let go, as we just laugh at the silliness. The cute moment is ruined quickly by Jimin rushing over.

‘’Y/N-ah come dance with us!’’ he eagerly offers his hand to her. My fingers tighten holding her.

‘’Ah no thank you I’m not in the mood to ruin how good you all dance…’’

‘’Nonsense!!!!’’ Taehyung calls from across the room.

‘’Come on!!!’’ Jin adds encouragingly.

‘’I’m sure Hobi Hyung doesn’t mind.’’ Jimin goes on ‘’Plus he’ll dance with us won’t you hyung? We can show Y/N-ah a few moves.’’ I keep my cool at how adorable he is, I can’t blame him for that and I know he doesn’t have ill intentions. It’s just that Y/N is easily persuadable into things specially if my members are involved and I do love them with all my heart but, I want her all to myself.

‘’No, it’s alright, I’m good where I am right now.’’ She denies offering a confident smile to the boys, some of them groaning others snorting.

‘’Of course.’’ Yoongi snorts ‘’She’s with her boyfriend now guys, he’s her top priority.’’ He chuckles as he stands up, closing up his laptop.

‘’Hobi hyung is our high priority too.’’ Jimin adds but gets hit over the back of his head by Jeongguk who’s walking around. But upon the to hit, which does dislodge Jimin a step it goes silent and suddenly the chase starts.

‘’Tae the door.’’ Jin exclaims to which Taehyung is quick to open the door of the practice room giggling, as Jeongguk laughing runs out with Jimin hot on his trail. It takes maybe 3 seconds until we hear a crashing and breaking sound coming from the hallway. Y/N tenses up but remains staring at the others as they glance between another in question.

‘’Uh oh.’’ Taehyung mutters stepping openly between the doorframe ‘’Namjoon hyung, you better come and…oh boy…’’ he’s out with Namjoon right behind him while Jin hovers at the door now, and Yoongi is still finishing packing his things up.

‘’Yahhhhhh what did…we’re all getting in trouble.’’ Jin rants glancing over to us ‘’You lovebirds better stay where you are if you don’t want to get inv…’’

‘’Jin Hyungggg!!!’’

The call has the oldest fuming suddenly in disbelief ‘’Yah, Jeon Jeongguk I’m going to…’’ and he’s storming off his voice echoing in the hallway, as more people seem to be gathering there, trying to fix whatever the two boys did.

‘’I hope nobody got hurt.’’ Y/N mumbles to herself. I bend my legs up a bit forcing her to lean back against me, so I can nuzzle my face into her neck.

‘’Ah you know they’re fine. No need to worry.’’ I assure her, giving into temptation and press a kiss to her neck. And another one. And another one, which gets her quickly to start giggling. She starts wiggling more trying to move away, but I’m not letting her go. The friction yeah, it’s not helping me not get turned on as quickly as I am, but I want to hear more of her adorable giggles, which always manage to cheer me up even when I’m angry or really upset it’s her and her smile alone that cheers me up, or breaks the flow of negative emotions.

‘’You two are disgustingly adorable.’’ Yoongi comments, surprising me to see him still here. Well he’s putting on his backpack, bucket hat on his messy hair hiding it away ‘’I’m going leave you to it, see you back home. Don’t give in to easily Y/N-ah.’’ With a smirk he’s then heading out.

‘’Bye Oppa!’’ she cheers making me do a double over at her, as she turns around and shrugs.

‘’What he’s nice.’’ she replies and then pushes herself away quickly the action unexpected so she easily gets out of my reach ‘’Don’t get so jealous, you know you’re my one and only Hope-ah.’’ She teases chuckling and leans in to steal a kiss but then she’s off rushing across the empty dance studio, stepping over to her bag which she’s left in front of the mirror in the corner where the computer and TV screens are.

Shaking my head, I push myself onto my feet, shamelessly readjusting myself in the sweats that do manage to hide away my problem. But it’s far from over. ‘’My members are way too confident around you. I don’t like how sweet you are, because you should be only like that to me.’’ I fake complain because I know my members would never dare do something to her like that or betray me in such way by hitting on her. So, this I know it’s something that gets her going into defence mode where she starts assuring her love for me. And I do know that she loves me, and how much I mean I relate because I love her so much as well, but sometimes I like pushing her buttons. Plus, sometimes I just like hearing this like;

‘’Ah Hobi you know I have eyes only for you.’’ She replies voice slightly echoing around the empty room. Reaching the door, I glance out seeing people gathered in the hallway but just around the corner, whereas the janitor’s closet is on my right opened. Quickly I close the doors leaving us complete privacy.

‘’You have a weird way of proving it.’’ I point out making my way to the computer, as she’s busy with her phone her back facing me. She’s completely engrossed into the device probably replying to her friends. Quickly I click away finding my file with my playlists and put on a more R&B one, that’s more sensual and fitting for what I have in plan.

I creep up behind her, sitting myself down as she’s on her knees instead of getting herself comfortable ‘’Come on Y/Nickname love me.’’ I whine and pout through the mirror examining her face, her cute nose scrunching up before smoothing out. She glances at me confused, as I place my hands onto her hips but goes along as I move her to my lap forcing her legs to open up, dress still hiding her away.

I let my right-hand roam down to her knee exposing her thigh more, under the pretence of drawing invisible patters over her skin. Peeking down over her phone I smile as she sends one of my stage pictures to her friend along with millions of hearts next to it. She’s clearly bragging. I glance quickly towards the doors, hearing people chatting outside our managers voice and from other staff but nobody is entering the room.

I welcome her body eagerly as she suddenly leans back, sighing contently fingers still working furiously over the keyboard ‘’Oh this is a nice song. You should do a cover of it.’’ she thinks out loud phone getting locked while she, lets it drop over to her bag on the side. Closing her eyes, she leans her head against my shoulder and starts to hum the melody, snapping her fingers to it.

Perfect this couldn’t be a more perfect situation for what I have in store. I still keep my touches gentle, as I tug the skirt upwards exposing more and more of her thighs, which I just want to bite into. I’m practically salivating by just staring at them. When she sighs at a particular part of the song, I let go having dragged the material just above her midthigh enough for me to see that she’s wearing nice pink panties, with a small bow on the front. My fingers dance across her stomach, and higher her expression revealing that’s she’s catching on. But I boldly place my hand over her breasts discovering she isn’t wearing a bra underneath immediately as I squeeze them.

‘’Wha…’’ she jumps as I grope them firmer, and hook my thumbs over the straps making quick work of tugging them off her shoulders, and then pull the material down to reveal the two perfectly rounded boobs to my eyes finally ‘’Hobi…’’ she whispers panicked as I pinch her nipples, the piercings making the sensation much more intense, and always has her more sensitive ‘’D-don’t n-no…’’ she weakly protests as I knead them again firmly, both fitting in my palms perfectly. Silently I lift her right arm, and duck past so I can latch my mouth onto her right breast. She whines out loud, it echoing around the room and only furthering my arousal, making me harder by the second, as she sarts shifting and squirming because of the exposure, but with that she’s creating an almost perfect rhythm and friction against me.

She does start to get louder the more I suck and lick, and then bite at the nipple gently, so with regret I do detach myself from her, glancing up to see her flushed cheeks as she stares at me with parted lips. I want to do so much more, play with her tits as much as I please but there is a time limit.

I do take the moment to take her in with my own hooded eyes how gorgeous she looks the pink adoring her cheeks brilliantly, and how she’s already biting onto her lower lip, clearly nervous despite being so turned on. I can clearly read the lust in her eyes.

‘’Kiss me.’’ it’s a simple order, and despite it she doesn’t react. Raising back up, holding onto her hand, I glance towards the doors as she stiffens in my hold upon the knocks against it. But whoever is there they seem to be preoccupied with discussing something, as the handle doesn’t rattle or anything. Turning back to her, she’s ready to pounce away, but with a pinch on her nipple she yips and turn to me looking distressed. The music is a perfect distraction, masking her whimpers so far synchronized ‘’Kiss me.’’ I order again with a low tone, licking over my lower lip as I glare at her and straighten properly leaning in close.

‘’O-oppa n-not h-here, they are going to f-find out…’’ I use the beat of the song I know like the back of my hand to pull her dress up, and strike two times at the side of her thigh making the flesh jiggle as well as her to tense up like a string. With one hand I hold it around her torso keeping her steadily in place, but with the other I reveal the panties properly pushing the dress up, bunching it in the middle. And all the while not once does she attempt to push me away. Her hands settle onto my forearms, but as in to brace herself rather than to indicate any type of rejection.

Her eyes are fixated at what I’m doing, and I can see how much turned on she really is; more than the usual as she’s gone suddenly very quiet. And it’s a thrilling idea, of someone, anyone to be able to just walk in on us and see everything. Of course, I hate the idea of anyone seeing her, but it’s the getting caught part that’s doing it for her is my guess because it’s doing it for me too. Or maybe the idea of my members walking in and seeing her submissive to me that’s getting to her? For them so see how much control I have over her. She’s mine and mine alone.

Her eyes do dart to the door again at the noises, but I preoccupy myself by, leaning in and kiss up her neck, lick at her skin and bite, for sure leaving marks behind her neck which she won’t hide. I want everyone to see what I did to her. My right hand continues its way over the inner of her thighs which tremble briefly, until my fingers find their way to her cunt ‘’Oh what do we have here?’’ I wonder with pride swelling in my chest as I detach my lips and look up at her embarrassed expression, her eyes trained onto my fingers which I tap against the panties rubbing my fingers together the wetness visible under the bright lights ‘’You’re already dripping for me baby girl huh?’’ I tap a few more times making her legs want to close up but she’s smarter than that and keeps them open, as I smirk and run my fingers up and down her folds over the panties that start to get wet from how soaked she really is ‘’You’re practically soaking through.’’ I marvel putting more pressure which has her breath hitching and pressing herself into me firmer ‘’Is this all because of me?’’ I wonder ghosting kisses over her neck gently ‘’Or maybe it was Jimin’s doing? Is that the reason you’re this wet? Filthy slut you can’t be even a good obedient whore for me.’’ I growl the last part, ignoring the whine of protests as she shakes her head but doesn’t dare moving or doing anything yet as I haven’t told her or gave her an order yet.

‘’It’s all you, you know it’s all for you, Op..’’ I smack her thigh again watching as this time around the red mark doesn’t fade away so quickly ‘’Daddy, daddy, I’m sorry daddy.’’ She’s quick to add correcting herself making me hum in approval, hand returning back but now to let my fingers trace the edge of the panties, making sure I’m brushing my fingertips over her skin.

Raising my left hand up, I grab her chin roughly forcing us both to lean forward so she can get a closer look at herself in the mirror, her eyes automatically doing so ‘’Look at yourself.’’ I growl, spreading her legs even wider as she tries to avert her eyes, but I only tighten my hold on her jawline ‘’How dirty.’’ I mumble with my right-hand slapping at her breast which has her jumping, hands which are now bunched up in the skirt of her dress tightening ‘’Do you think someone could be watching us?’’ I whisper leaning in letting my breath ghost over her ear and neck, which does make her shudder against me, the movement feeling nice against my hardon, cock just throbbing and twitching as I even for a second think how it would feel being buried in her tightness.

‘’Do you think someone might be just outside peeping in? Seeing how filthy you are huh?’’ but she only squirms more trying to keep her beautiful noises in. Reaching down I tug at the panties harshly to the side, to reveal her folds. She hisses at the exposure but ends up letting out a breathless moan that has me rolling my hips into her ‘’Such a dirty pussy, for anyone to see. For them to realize what a whore you are huh? Letting me do anything to you. You’re not even attempting to stop me. Filthy.’’

I manage to hold the material to the side, to spread her lower lips apart, seeing how her cunt glitters, juices literally leaking out ‘’Ah this is what whores do after all right? But you’re a good slut for me aren’t you baby? My slut soaked only because of me, and my touches. Only for daddy.’’

‘’Only for da-a-ddy…’’ she stumbles over her words but eagerly repeats them. The door handle rattles, but I have a gut feeling it’s nothing, its why she’s the one that whines and almost shouts while I slide my fingers over her slit teasingly, letting go of her jawline to hold her against me as I roll my hips again, getting more frustrated by the lack of touch on me. My cock is starting to hurt with the lack of friction the proper one.

‘’Suck whore.’’ I order sticking two fingers into her mouth without even asking. I do glance at the door worried for a moment but the shadows disappear so does the rattling, so I focus onto her enjoying the chocking noises emitting from her chest before I tug my fingers out leaving her coughing for a moment, tears gathered in her eyes. Lowering down the fingers, I directly aim for her clit starting to rub them in circles over it.

She slumps back against me, eyes never leaving either my own or my ministrations or even her own expression which she’s too shy to admit of watching ‘’You like it? Like daddy touching you like this?’’ I whisper as the song gets quieter before the chorus. I let my fingers run lower to pick up some of her own juices before I start rubbing them properly against her clit. I’ve watched her touch herself enough times to know how to dot it myself. (She’s been a bad girl for some time so her punishments were always to finish herself of on her own, without daddy helping which didn’t satisfy her as much).

Her right hand shoots up grabbing onto my forearm but I don’t stop just speed the motion and bite onto her neck ‘’I l-love it, daddy, I love it so much!’’ she manages out legs spread wide open, back arching. I can see how close she’s getting, eyes shutting breath coming out in short spurts so at one point before she can come I remove my hand completely watching as she slumps against me crying out just as the singer of this song sings out a high-pitched part.

Opening her eyes, she’s desperate almost angry as she looks at me through the mirror, but I’m tugging the panties off harshly which has her shutting up, and whining as I force her to close and bend her legs so the panties can come completely off her.

‘’Don’t stare at me like that baby girl, you will be punished.’’ She only pouts at me eyebrows furrowed while I triumphally hold the panties in my hand ‘’Eyes on the mirror slut. Want you to see how filthy you are…you ruined your panties completely.’’ I add on bringing the material closer, to take a whiff and make a show of it, her body relaxing as she gets more aroused at the sight, her scent filling my nostrils pleasantly. Another thing I have to do later is eat her out.

Stuffing the panties into the pocket of my sweats, I cock my head up meting her frustrated eyes ‘’Look at that pretty cunt.’’ I say in wonder reaching down again to spread her lips apart ‘’What a sight, so pretty.’’ She squirms as I stay still and just openly admire her because my point is to make her embarrassed and beg for me.

It’s not hard to pick up on the voices from outside, Taehyung clearly recognizable as well as Jimin as his laughter resonates around reaching us as well ‘’Do you think someone is watching us now?’’ I whisper glancing towards the closed doors, but from her perspective she has some of it blocked by the chair ‘’Just peeping in getting themselves off, of seeing you like this?’’ thanks to the music I slap at her thigh happily a few times watching as it colours prettily into bright pink.

‘’Daddy!’’ she hiccups grabbing onto my forearms again, but her expression turns into one of despair.

‘’Fucking slut.’’ I almost hiss, patting her cunt again the wetness quick to wetten my fingers. She tenses up but only bends her legs keeping them up, while with my middle finger despite the slightly awkward angle, I do prod it at her entrance. She whines fingernails digging into my arms, but I continue on sinking my finger inside of her, cursing to myself because she’s tight and already clenching, her wetness and heat perfect as I push my finger almost till my knuckle in.

‘’That’s it, relax.’’ I coo pressing a kiss to the side of her head, as she does do as I say and tugging my finger out it’s easier the second time to push it in. Her chest deflates as she exhales, clearly enjoying my ministrations. So, I start to do it slowly and gently, not giving her much and only building up her frustration. And the kisses I start pressing to the side of her head, and then cheek are the complete opposite, sweet and gentle.

‘’Does my slut want more?’’ I ask easily picking up on the voices of my members outside, further away this time but laughing loud. It gets my blood pumping quicker and adrenaline rushing, the sight before me ruining me too ‘’Want daddy to fuck you here like this? Want them to see you full of my cum? See you spread open, ha slut?!’’ I slap her thigh again getting her to yelp, but end up moaning as I push another finger in, the shudder that leaves her making me stop and tug my fingers out.

‘’No, d-daddy please, I’m a good girl, please don’t stop…’’ she’s quick to cry out pleading me with tears spilling down her beautiful cheeks.

‘’Shhhhh.’’ I’m quick to soothe her hugging her for now and rocking us left and right ‘’Your daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?’’ she pouts but nods along staring at me with big sad eyes ‘’Yeah so good. Stand on your knees for a moment, would you?’’ she’s eager to move forward and do so, gathering her own dress and tugging it up, to keep her cunt revealed ‘’Such a well-mannered girl, making daddy proud.’’ I coo, pushing the top of my sweats and boxers down finally freeing my cock, precum already having ruined my boxers.

‘’Please…’’she whines making me nod and motion down, hands placed onto the floors as I brace myself giving her a mischievous look and crooked smile.

‘’You know what to do.’’ I simply say not moving despite hearing the boys louder than before, Jimin being his giggling self, right in front of the door. I watch mesmerized half expecting her to back away and cover both of us up, but no she grabs my cock, bringing out an involuntarily gasp as she spits in her hand and then spreads her saliva over me. She’s quick to back down, and make quick work to sink herself down. It has me groaning in pleasure at the sweet friction, and tight wetness surrounding me while she whines it turning into a sweet long moan, at the burn that is quick to fade away judging by the way she clenches and unclenches.

‘’You need to be quiet baby girl.’’ I say regretfully before she can raise up fully and drop back down again. Watching her expression through the mirror, I’m left lovestruck at how erotic she is, cheeks flushed still, expression dazed. She bites hard onto her lower lip, the moans getting stuck in her throat as she drops back down again. I bring my hands to her hips to help her along, but she continues stubbornly, to slowly tortuously slowly raise up and down. It’s for the better I don’t want to blow my load to quickly, I want to tease her more, but not painful so.

The boys seem closer which has her halting turning around panicked ‘’Move.’’ I order through my teeth, as she just got in hang of the rhythm of a slow built up.

‘’B-but, b-but the b-boys…’’ with a slap to her thigh she gets the message and leans forward letting the dress drop regretfully covering us, but she gabs onto my legs and suddenly slams herself back down.

I bite into my own fist to prevent a shout, the way she sets this brutal pace is just maddening ‘’That’s it…’’ I barely manage to get out, as she starts to properly ride me using me to just get off. Its what she’s best at after all, and thanks to the sport she plays weekly, her things endure a lot until she gets tired. But then the handle rattles, and it has me regretfully grabbing her shoulders and force her down completely onto me keeping her there. Readjusting the sweats over my ass, I make sure she pulls the straps of the dress back in place and that the skirt remains hiding everything, as I cross my legs under her, the movement having her moaning accidentally.

‘’What are you two doing?’’ Jimin asks making my head snap up to see the members entering the room.

‘’Cuddling don’t you see?’’ I go along wrapping my arms around her giving my dongsaeng a glare. I shift my hops the tiniest bit which has her muttering a harsh curse, earning herself and immediate smile from me.

‘’You cuddle all the time Hyung.’’ Jeongguk complains. Staring through the mirror I tense up as they all crowd in, but head for their bags that are placed near Y/N’s too as they’ve all left them in the corner when we came here. Taehyung is quick to get his, and smirks just then settling against the mirror by Y/N’s feet.

‘’Isn’t it too hot for cuddling, you’re both sweating.’’ He points which has me pretending to look at Y/N that quickly wipes away the sweat from her forehead as she shakes her head but keeps quiet. I glance at her cheeks but she must have run her hands earlier over to wipe away the tears from before.

‘’No, we’re fine. We’re just basking in love as they say.’’ I offer an award-winning grin ‘’And you, you like cuddles as much as anyone there’s no downside to them so quiet.’’ I argue back with him who only snorts but nods in agreement.

‘’Hey are you okay Y/N-ah?’’ Jimin picks up noticing the lack of words and enthusiasm from before from my girlfriend. Why is he always so observant in the wrong moments? I rub my fingers prominently across her ribs, reminding her silently not to give us away. But a thought daunts onto me. What if she wants to do it? To reveal what’s really happening beneath the skirt? It would only take one wrong move and the boys would see everything.

‘’I’m fine.’’ She replies shakily and coughs as he furrows his brows kneeling next to me, as I gently pat over her arm ‘’I just gotten sleepy, I didn’t sleep so good tonight.’’ She’s good, she’s really good.

‘’Oh no I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Jimin goes on worriedly ‘’We should take you out to eat and then sleep. An empty belly is not right.’’ He goes on cheerfully ‘’Yah hyung stop hogging her to yourself so much!’’ he goes on disapprovingly. And I know he means well I know perfectly well but right now he’s pushing it.

‘’I’m not the one keeping her here.’’ I reply making my point across by letting go of her. I watch through the mirror as her eyes widen, and she’s quick to throw herself back, the back of her head almost slamming into my face, but she manages to sloth it onto my shoulder as well as throw her arms around my head, squishing me to her.

‘’I’m clingy! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in weeks, Oppa you don’t know how much I’ve missed him!’’ she goes on pretty convincingly which I think surprises all of us this sudden outburst. It makes everyone suddenly burst into laughter as she remains frozen while I glance around them even Jimin who joins in. Luckily Taehyung who has gotten up wraps an around the shorter boy.

‘’Just let them be hyung.’’ Tae starts ‘’One day you’ll be the same don’t even deny it.’’

‘’Hey.’’ Jimin complains as they start walking away ‘’I wouldn’t be…’’

‘’So, I take that you’ll be staying here for a bit?’’ Namjoon kneels on my side while Y/N shoos Jeongguk away who goes in to tease her. She’s clenching around me from the panic, which isn’t helping me at all.

‘’Yeah…’’ my voice breaks which I mask with a cough ‘’We’ll catch up with you in a few. Y/N phone is charging so…’’

He nods in understanding luckily not checking if I’m lying or not, while I grab onto Y/N hips forcing her back, a whimper leaving her lips but Jeongguk is too preoccupied with laughing.

‘’Alright then, I’ll order your usual’s then.’’ Namjoon goes on politely smiling as he back away dragging the maknae along, Jin waiting for them at the door.

‘’Later!’’ the oldest greets as Y/N finally let’s go of my face, so I can wave goodbye too as they walk outside with cheers, and close the door behind them. Sighing in relief I turn forward to meet the horrified expression that my girlfriend has put on. Before she can protest I roll my hips forcing her to catch herself on her hands, while I start to shift and manhandle her onto her knees.

‘’What a good baby girl I have, not only is she gorgeous…’’ as I position her so she won’t faceplant, I push the skirt over her back to see how we are connected and thrust experimentally to see if she’s going to push me away or not ‘’…she’s also very obedient…’’ another thrust this one has her moaning louder than any time before today ‘’…and so so good for her daddy, making him so proud that he’s going to give her, her reward finally. Only good sluts get rewards, don’t they?’’

‘’I’m daddy’s good slut, daddy’s…ahhhh’’ she stammers out as I’m quick to pick up a brutal pace, thankfully not having danced much so I have the energy but also the frustration piled up enough to make me just mindlessly fuck her. The grip I have on her hips must be to tight, and the way my own knees dig into the floor is uncomfortable borderline painful but I know she’s into it. Mixing pain and pleasure and judging by her moans she’s getting close too. My spine fucking tingles all over, hips breaking the rhythm as the knot tightens in my stomach.

‘’You close?’’ I ask breathless licking my lips, sweat again now properly dripping down my forehead. She isn’t doing good either, her tight bun now undoing on its own, strands already having fallen down around her head.

It gives me an idea. I reach up tugging her hair from the bun just to wrap it around my wrist. It has her crying but out in pleasure (I know the difference between the two) at the burn on her scalp, while I keep my hips slamming against her ass the slapping noises overpowering the song. But it also has me staring down at her ass at how it jiggles. Its fucking glorious.

‘’D-d-daddyyy I-I’m…p-p-pleaseee…’’ I allow myself to grin and tilt my head up to stare down at her as she looks at me through tears. She’s getting overwhelmed but godsdamn she’s just so fucking gorgeous.

‘’Cum for me, slut. Want to feel how tight you can get, your sweet little c-c…ahhh shitttt…’’ I curse as she tightens immediately. Letting go of her hair she cries out head falling down, and I’m upset I don’t get to see her beautiful expression but she does clench impossibly tight which has me grabbing onto her hips almost forcing myself in. Luckily, she is wet enough, but her grip has me coming in seconds after she does.

I try and hold my composure but I find myself, leaning forward practically forcing her to hold me up until it clicks in my mind that I’m probably putting too much of my weight on her. I drop my hands on the ground with a pant, finally supporting my own weight, as I pull out feeling sensitive even more as the air hits my softening cock, which has me hissing ‘’Oh baby, you really did a number on me, fuck…’’ I admit.

‘’You okay?’’ she chuckles glancing back.

‘’I should be asking you that.’’ I reply and straighten up, tugging her by her waist off her knees and to let her rest against me as I sit back down again ignoring the cold floor.

‘’I’m peachy.’’ She replies with a smile on, hands readjusting the straps of her dress which I loosened up a bit ‘’Could really go for some food, and a nap though.’’ She admits staring at me through the mirror with a smile.

‘’Or another orgasm.’’ I propose which has her choking and turning to me around with wide eyes.

‘’Not enough trouble for one day? We almost got caught!’’ she goes on staring worriedly.

‘’But that’s what you like isn’t it?’’ another flush re-colours her cheeks back ‘’Stop complaining and give me a kiss to thank your daddy properly.’’

Surprisingly she doesn’t hesitate or roll her eyes like she likes to do, but turns around on my lap, and is quick to wrap her arms around me, lips landing on my own. I squeak in surprise but gladly melt into the kiss which she leads, and this time around I let her enjoying when her tongue darts over my lips teasingly. But then my stomach is the cause of which we part as I only now get aware how hungry I am.

‘’Food and nap then?’’ she asks smirking widely as I nod and just want to keep her close to me. I’m a very lucky man. Very, very lucky. Just as she starts to get up she’s quick to lean in and steal another kiss, making me chuckle.

‘’What was that for?’’ I ask curiously.

‘’Thank you, daddy.’’

My heart flutter at how adorable she is ‘’You’re welcome baby girl.’’

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Flirty - Eddie Vedder

Can ask for a oneshot which is pre-Pearl Jam, where the reader works at a restaurant or something opposite the hotel Eddie works at, and they flirt a lot but are too shy to ask each other out, but eventually they do and it's really cute x

I hope you don’t mind that I made her live opposite from the hotel instead of work opposite from it. This was something I had more ideas about..!

Requested by: anon

“Who is that guy down by the hotel?” Tracey asks me, while hanging her head out of my apartment window. 

I shrug, “One of the security guards. He always stands in front.” 

“He’s hot!” she exclaims. She isn’t wrong though, that guy is eye candy. But me being my shy and awkward self, I never have the guts to ask him out. Or even talk to him to be honest.

I hum in agreement and continue cleaning. Tracey should be helping me, but instead she’s starting at the guard. “You still gonna help me or what?” I ask, laughing a bit. 

She turns to me and laughs, “Yeah, sorry. You never told me about him though.”

“There’s nothing to tell, really. He’s just one of the guards down there, I bet he’s never even noticed me.

But boy was I wrong. Behind my knowledge, the guy always tries to contact me in some way, I just never look down at the right moment.

The rest of the afternoon goes by in an instant and in the meantime Tracey went home. Trace is the best friend a person could wish for, but she can also be a lot. Like this afternoon, she wouldn’t stop talking about a guard from the hotel. Sometimes she should let things rest, especially my love life. That’s something I don’t really like to talk about. Unfortunately it’s something Tracey can’t stop talking about..

Suddenly there’s a scream outside my window. My curiosity get’s the best of me and I decide to take a look. 

A woman is screaming like her life depends on it, screaming to the guard, who is standing there with his hands in the air with an expression on his face which tells me he has absolutely no idea what’s going on. 

“Please, call down ma’am. Easy.. Yeah, calm down.” I hear him say. Wow, he has a deep voice.

He succeeds in calming the woman and talks a bit more with her, but since I’m two floors above them and they’re talking quietly, I can’t hear it anymore. Before she goes inside the hotel she says a quick ‘sorry’ and ‘thank you’ to the guard. 

I am about to leave the windowsill, when he looks up and winks. I immediately feel myself going red, but decide to play it cool. “Thought you were a simple security guard, didn’t expect you to be some kind of psychologist.”

He laughs, “You don’t even know me. I might possess some very good abilities you’re not aware of.”

“That is very true.” I said while pointing a finger at him in agreement. 

I am about to turn again, when for the second time the guy grabs my attention. “We could change that though.” he says and smirks at me.

I feel myself going red again, but hide it nonetheless. “Sure, mr Security Guard, we could.”

I keep the ‘hard to get’ act, I’m not even sure if the guy is serious.

“Eddie,” he says and I give him a confused look.

“My name is Eddie.”

I make an ‘o’ with my mouth in realisation. I stay quiet for a bit, just thinking about his name. I did expect something.. rougher? But now that I think of it, Eddie suits him fairly well.

“You’re not gonna tell me your name?” his voice snaps me back to reality. 

I laugh awkwardly, “Yeah, sorry. It’s (Y/N)”

Eddie smiles, “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” he adds with a wink. 

This time I'm sure he notices me turning into a tomato shade of red, ‘cause he starts laughing.

I decide to try and find out if it makes him feel the same when I compliment him like that, “Well,you certainly don’t look so bad yourself, Eddie. If I’m really honest, I’ve never seen such a good looking security guard.” I say in a playful tone, trying to make it seem like I’m not nervous as hell, and wink at him.

My compliment gets him in the same state, ‘cause he looks away and I see a slightly red face from behind his hand. 

“Good night, Eddie.” I add and laugh.

He turns his face back, “You going already?” he nervously says, with a hint of disappointment.

I nod and he pouts which makes me laugh even harder. 

“Well, good night then, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” he winks, he’s turned back into his confident self.

“Sure, honey.” I say and close the window.

the next day I head out to go to the mall, but when I’m on my way I see that they’re redoing the road, so I’ve gotta go through the street in the back side of the apartment building. Which is, funny enough, the street where the hotel is.

As I walk through the street, I don’t even realise I could walk into Eddie. Luckily, his shift hasn’t started yet. 

The visit to the mall lasts longer than expected and when I leave it’s already dark outside. I remember to go through the back street, but completely forget about Eddie.

“You’re even shorter up close.” a voice tells me, which causes me to look up at the man standing a few feet away from me. 

I was so busy thinking about what I could eat for dinner, since I forgot to buy that, that I didn’t notice anything around me in the real world.

“Eddie, you’re even more handsome up close.” I say with a grin.

His face turns pale, but soon enough it has the colour of a tomato again. He probably didn’t see me for such a flirt. I never was the type to flirt, actually. But with him it was so easy, also because he did it as well.

He smirks, “I just wanted to say the same to you, but you took the words from my mouth..”

His mood switch from speechless to confident makes me chuckle, “I’m also handsome, you say?”

Eddie realises what he’s said and brushes it off, “Woman, you know what I meant.”

I nod and laugh with him. “That uniform is sexy, though.” I say before moving forward.

“I know I’m sexy. There’s just something missing: a beautiful and sexy lady, like yourself, by my side.” 

I don’t even turn around to see he’s smirking. I laugh and earn a snigger from Eddie.

Before the ice cream in my bag melts, I walk back to my apartment and put everything where it should be. 

I take my regular seat on the windowsill and call the pizzeria to order a pizza. I wait in front of my window, secretly looking if Eddie’s still there, but he isn’t. I assume he’s either gone home or is on a break. 

The pizza arrives and I put on some music before eating it. It’s pretty hot inside, since it’s the summer season, so I open my window and to my surprise Eddie is back at his post. 

“Oh Juliet, you’re back! I have missed you so dearly!” Eddie says, well screams actually. With a very bad accent. 

His accent alone makes me burst out into laughter, “My dear Romeo, I have only been away to order some pizza.”

Eddie gives me a look of betrayal, “You’ve got pizza?!”. 

I nod while shoving a piece of pizza in my mouth. “Mhmmm, Peperoni Pizza, still my fave!” I say and he pouts. 

“I want pizza! How come I work here all night and I have to live with a regular cheese sandwich and you get to be home all day and eat pizza?” 

The fact that he’s talking like a child makes me almost choke on my pizza. This guy is hilarious and he isn’t even trying to be.

“Can you catch?” I ask.

“Course I can catch, why?” he says, puzzled.

Before he knows what’s going on, I throw a slice carefully his way. His reflexes are good and he catches the slice.

“My dear god, you nearly gave me a heart attack. But you made up for it with this slice, so we’re all good.” 

We both finish our slice of pizza and talk a bit more after that, but soon Eddie’s shift is over and he heads home. 

The days go by and Eddie and I see and speak to each other on a daily basis. Every day the same flirty comments. I honestly feel a connection with him, but I’m just too shy to act upon my feelings. I’ve built this wall of confidence and flirting helps me, but actually opening up to him about my feelings could ruin this thing we’ve got going and I don’t want that to happen.

It’s another day of grocery shopping and ever since my first real encounter with Eddie, I always take the back street. 

“There is my handsome Romeo, again.” I say when I walk up to him after I’ve done the groceries. 

Something about Eddie is off, though. He doesn’t reply immediately and his face isn’t flirty as usual, but serious. “Something wrong?” I ask and he looks up. Beforehand he was staring at the ground.

This is the first time I realise his eyes are as blue as the ocean and it’s the most beautiful colour I’ve ever seen.

He nods, “I guess. There’s just a thought in my head. It’s been there for a while and I don’t know what to do with it.” he explains.

“Why don’t you tell me? Maybe I can help..” I try, I’ve never really seen him so serious and I don’t know this side of him at all. I have no idea what he expects me to do.

He smiles shyly and looks away, “I was thinking of asking you out, on a proper date. Just the two of u, without a street and a wall separating us, eating something more formal than just pizza.” 

When he’s done talking his gaze meets mine again and his face lights up immediately. Probably due to the fact that I’ve got the biggest smile on my face. “I’d love that, Eddie. Really. I’ve been thinking about it myself as well, actually. But I was just too scared and shy to ask you out. So thank you for asking me out.” 

He steps closer and hugs me carefully. Before releasing me completely he pecks my cheek. “I’m glad you think so. Shall I come by your apartment tomorrow? I can take you out then.”

I nod with a slight pink colour in my cheeks, “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Tomorrow it is, my Juliet.”

“Until tomorrow, dear Romeo.”

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Day 1, Part 1: Me vs. the grocery store

Hi again. It was really nice to hear from some of my friends and family in response to my post last night! I’m really excited to know that some people are down to read my long-ass posts about plants. I’ve also had several people offer me cookbook suggestions or even offer to have me plunder their own stash. Thanks for being my enablers, guys! (No seriously, thank you, I love you all sm.) Also, I can now reveal that my grandma texted me this morning to confirm she did indeed read my first post to its end. She’s the best!!!! This blog is rapidly evolving into a dual-purpose food/my grandma fan page and I can’t be sorry for it. 

So it’s Friday afternoon as I write this but the day I’ll be writing about is actually Wednesday. Can you tell it took me a little while to get going with the actual blogging part of this project? Anywho, I woke up Wednesday and after taking some time to wake up with a coffee, I flipped open my shiny new How Not to Die cookbook to the pages with the 2-week meal plan. I scanned the lists of recipes, already nervous. There were so many listed for every single day. I’m used to preparing dinner each night and eating leftovers for my lunches. For years my tried-and-true breakfast almost every single day has been two hard-boiled eggs and a piece of toast. So I’m really only used to having to prepare a fully involved meal once a day. You wanted to do this, I reminded myself. You have the summer off. You have the time! Trying to calm my nerves, I opened up the notes app on my laptop and began typing the names of the suggested recipes. There are no page numbers referenced on the meal plan pages, which would have made things a lot easier, just sayin’, Dr. Greger! I found the recipes and opened the grocery list Google Doc I’ve shared with my husband since we moved in together. I started typing up a shopping list. 

This was more than 48 hours ago at this point, but luckily I did stop to write down some initial thoughts. I shall share them with you now, verbatim: 

How the f@#! am I going to buy everything we need for all this? How will it fit in my fridge? Will I spend literally all day prepping all of this? Am I even going to be able to find everything I need for these recipes? 

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16 recipes compared to my normal 4, MAYBE 5. Eating this way is obviously the vanity project of the wealthy wtf

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It’s only two weeks. I can spend 2374623645 dollars on food for just half a month right? right?? It’s normal to spend money on hobbies? Gah

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What the hell is date sugar?

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I am definitely using vanilla extract instead of buying a giant vanilla bean Fresh turmeric? Where would even sell that? Ground sounds just fine to me

I noted that I began this process at 8:55. At 9:21 I wrote:

I give up… because I can already tell I’m going to be buying WAY too much produce to fit into my crisper drawer. The original plan had been to stock up enough stuff to carry me through until Monday but I can see now that’s just not going to be realistic at all. I’ll stock up on enough stuff to get me through to Friday night. I don’t want to grocery shop on the weekend if I can help it. I’ll just go again on Friday. Then I’ll probably have to go again on Monday, maybe Tuesday if I’m lucky. That’ll be three grocery store stock-ups in one week. I wanted a hobby, didn’t I?? Time to go back and redo my list to only reflect recipes for the next three days then.

I put a break in my recipes list. Alright. That brings me from 16 recipes to 8. Feels much more manageable. I look at the huge list of ingredients I amassed on my Google doc and decide it’d be easier to just delete it and restart from scratch than go through and try to remember what I now do and don’t need. 9:30.

9:45 - done. Still a LONG list. This is only for 2 days plus a dinner. But to be fair I did include stuff for a couple of desserts.

I’m a tad concerned by how none of these recipes call for ANY salt.

I was more than a tad concerned, actually. But I had my mission lined out. It was time to head to Big Y. 

Of the common local grocery store chains in Connecticut, Big Y is probably the nicest one. My husband and I used to frequent Stop & Shop but we stopped because the produce kind of sucked and anyhow the set-up of Big Y is a lot more appealing. I drove on over to the Ellington Big Y, hopeful that I’d be able to find the majority of the items I needed, but also aware that I’d probably end up at Whole Foods later that day. 

I’d been so focused on getting together my massive shopping list and hustling out to the store that I hadn’t attended to my basic personal needs with as much care as usual. I realized two things almost immediately as I crossed the parking lot: I kinda had to pee, and I was also sort of thirsty/hungry. Should I get a lemonade or something from the cafe? I wondered briefly then decided against it. I’d be fine til I got home, surely. 

Needless to say, I spent a lot of time in the produce section. I bagged up two heads of lettuce and an even bigger head of red kale. I bought the biggest container of baby spinach they had and then also the biggest bag of regular spinach. Cilantro and parsley. Scallions. And that was just from the greens section! I was already tired by the time I got to the natural foods section, and I had only shopped for stuff whose location I already knew. 

I spent some time figuring out which seeds/nuts I needed that Big Y sold by the weight. It’s a really convenient and cool system, except the stupid sticker-printing machine is sort of finicky. I must have spent a solid ten minutes before I had the correct amount of almonds, cashews, pumpkin seeds, etc. Okay. Now I needed to look for some stuff that I genuinely had no idea where exactly it might be. I knew they likely were somewhere in this natural foods section, I just didn’t know where. Stuff like hemp hearts and nutritional yeast (sounded gross but it was called for in quite a few recipes). I found them eventually. Cool. Now I needed canned tomatoes and beans, but Dr. Gregor really wanted me to be sure I bought cans without a BPA liner. Seriously? Was that really going to be the thing that would make or break if I lived to see 100? But I didn’t want to half-ass the Dr. Gregor lifestyle. It was only for two weeks, after all. After way too much time studying the shelves of tomatoes and beans, I ended up with two cans of diced tomato that cost twice as much as the brand I normally purchased... and the same exact generic brand of beans I normally went for, because none of the beans at Big Y seemed to be BPA free. Whatever. I was hungrier and grumpier by the minute. I wanted to stuff something into my mouth full of sugar and gluten and whatever other chemicals were out to kill me, stat. Almost done. Just had to find frozen okra (vegan gumbo, y’all! Stay tuned), and also miso. I wasn’t too worried about the miso. Big Y has a decent Asian foods aisle... one that I paced up and down at least four times before accepting that they didn’t seem to have miso. They also didn’t have date sugar, a key ingredient to a no-bake brownies recipe I wanted to try. I have a major sweet tooth (can you tell?) and the idea of two weeks without chocolate bars or ice cream was something I refused to entertain without some sort of chocolate dessert option. Okay. No miso, no date sugar. I also hadn’t been able to find “whole wheat tortillas - no salt added” anywhere in the store. So, I’d be going to Whole Foods. I had figured as much. 

I checked out with a whopper of a bill and tried not to die too much inside at the fact that this was only two and a half day’s worth of groceries. After all, I had needed to stock up on several crunchy hippie type pantry items I hadn’t already owned. Thank god I already had a pretty sizable spice collection or my bill would have been even higher. I tried not to think of how this wasn’t even everything on my list. Not only did I still need to go to Whole Foods, but I needed to go to the farm stand. 

Shout-out to Johnny Appleseed’s Farm in Ellington. Sam and I love them, and they love us back! Okay, they love Sam back because he told them once that he had gone onto Google and fixed an incorrect listing stating they were permanently closed. They really love Sam for that. They have no idea who I am unless I walk in with him. But that’s okay. Every late July through October, Sam and I buy as much of our produce as possible from Johnny Appleseed’s. I stopped over there to load up on tomatoes, onions, peppers, carrots, and an ungodly amount of zucchini. The woman ringing me out seemed amused. “Lots of squash,” she commented. “What’re you cooking?” I stared at her, trying to remember. The recipe planning I’d done only a couple hours ago already seemed such a blur. “Zoodles,” I managed finally. “You know, like when you try to pretend you’re eating pasta but it’s actually vegetables?” She chuckled and nodded. “You make your own sauce from scratch too?” “Usually,” I told her, feeling a sudden pang of longing for a nice meaty bolognese. Wow, I really wasn’t going to be cut out for this meatless life for long. I told her goodbye and got into my car. It was sweltering outside and 10x worse inside my black interior car. I now definitely needed to pee and I was starving. Home couldn’t come fast enough. 

Of course, before I could eat my lunch I had to go through the battle of trying to fit all of this produce into my refrigerator. Even with the clearing out of the usual cartons of eggs and older produce that I’d tossed earlier that morning, it was definitely a game of Tetris trying to fit all of the extremely perishable items I’d just purchased into my fridge. I didn’t even entertain the thought of trying to fit all the vegetables in the crisper. Just to fit them in the fridge itself was an accomplishment. Thank god I hadn’t been quite stupid enough to try to buy enough groceries to last us through Monday. Dear lord, I was really going to have to go back in two days and do this again? You chose this, you chose this I sang to myself repeatedly in my head as I grabbed the container of my last non-vegan meal for two weeks: zucchini turkey meatballs, romano cheese, and marinara sauce over spaghetti. It was damned good. This is still healthy, isn’t it? Do I definitely have to give up cheese, Dr. Gregor? 

Now came the time for my final real dessert of the next two weeks. Something I end up binging on far too often when Sam leaves me at home unsupervised for too long: Aurora honey nut granola with chocolate chips mixed in. It’s so good!!! And I definitely went especially overboard that day knowing it was my last sugar binge for awhile. 

Alright. It was time to head to Whole Foods. The closest one to me is in Glastonbury and a solid 25 minute drive away. The air felt heavy and oppressive as I headed out into the heat. Ominous dark clouds hung low in the sky. I could feel the nasty air pressure in the depths of my sinuses. Blah. Almost done, I told myself. The parking lot at Whole Foods was mobbed. Why are so many people out on a random Wednesday afternoon, I grumped to myself as I narrowly avoided running over a perfectly nice young family (sorry, strangers!!) and found myself a spot. I walked inside and immediately started rubbing my arms up and down. It was freezing. One thing I love about Big Y is that they keep a lot of their refrigerated items behind doors. I forget how cold other grocery stores are. 

I don’t go to Whole Foods very often. I knew where the ethnic condiments were but had no clue where I might find “whole wheat tortillas, no salt added.” I wandered the entire length of the store twice over and finally found a small selection. They really didn’t have much to offer in the way of wraps. Too many carbs for the Whole Foods shopping crowd, I guess? I settled for normal whole wheat tortillas that did indeed have salt as an ingredient. What do you want me to do, Dr. Gregor? I’m only one person. I at least then found the date sugar no problem. Okay. Cool. Only the miso left. 

I wandered into the Asian condiments aisle... and essentially repeated the same pacing act I’d done at Big Y, except I went back and forth even more times because I had a hard time processing that Whole Foods wouldn’t have what I needed. I mean, they’ve got some weird stuff there! They have like 5 different brands of ghee! Miso sounded like such a basic Asian condiment to me. We’ve all heard of miso soup, no? But it was nowhere to be found. Ugh. Fine. I’ll go to the Asian market in East Hartford. It’s not that far from here anyways, I tried to reassure myself. I could feel a sugar crash hitting my bloodstream. I wanted a juicebox and a nap. 

I checked out and made my way to Je Mart. I wandered up and down their aisles and couldn’t seem to find miso there either. It finally occurred to me that I was obviously missing something here. Like I really should have done at Big Y in the first place, I pulled out my phone and Googled “Where do I buy miso in the store?” Within 5 seconds I realized I’d been looking in the wrong spots of the stores the entire time. Miso isn’t a bottled or jarred condiment like Sriracha or curry paste. It’s actually sold in plastic tubs in the refrigerated section. Look near the tofu, the infinite wisdom of the Internet advised. I turned around and what do you know, literally right behind me was the refrigerated section with the tofu. And within five seconds I spotted it: a tub of miso!!! I grabbed at it ecstatically and scanned the label. Was this the white miso that Dr. Gregor had specifically demanded? It didn’t specify, but it looked pale enough for me. And it was only $5 for a pretty decent sized tub. I handed my money gleefully to the cashier and went on my way. Finally. 

I got home and put away my new purchases. It was about 2:20pm and I was beyond exhausted. I really shouldn’t have eaten that much granola, I thought morosely as I flopped onto the couch. I wanted to rewatch Forks Over Knives (it’s on Netflix!). If I started now it would end right around 4, a good time to start trying to actually prepare some of the meals I’d worked so hard all the day just to shop for. 

I’m not saying that I napped for the entire documentary because I definitely didn’t. I remember some parts of it. But can I guarantee I didn’t nap at all? No, no I cannot. 

This was another long post, so obviously I’m going to need to give us all a break and stop here before going on to Part 2, in which I’ll finally talk about cooking and eating these recipes. These first couple of posts have really just been a lot of exposition, I promise I’m going to get to the meat of the plot soon! (pun intended) 

For now, here’s a picture of the miso I drove all over the state searching for before finally acquiring for the very reasonable price of $5 (fyi - Big Y does have miso but it’s red miso and it’s $7 so I guess all’s well that ends well): 

#food blog #food writing #veganism #healthy cooking #plant based #whole foods #still bad at tags

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New Years Reunion - Part Three Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Word Count: 1,852 

Triggers: Some swearing

Gender of Reader: Fem.

*Part One and Part Two can both be found on my page *

Summary: Y/N gets a visit from her best friend and fellow IT co-star, Finn. Y/N thinks that her and Finn’s friendship is purely platonic, but could all that change when they both stay at Wyatt’s house for New Years along with the fellow IT cast?

Writers Note: Wow so everyone seems to be really enjoying this series so I’m thinking that I might keep it going for a bit longer. There will be at least one more part after this one but let me know if you want me to extend it past New Years Eve because that could be kind of fun.

Also, considering it’s not even been 48 hours since I started this blog and my writings already getting over 200 notes is insane! Thank you for all your support, whether you’ve been here since part one or not.

Enjoy Part Three and have an amazing day :)

You woke up. The morning sun streamed in from the glass double doors beside you. Dazed, you began to get up, only to realise Finns arm was around you. As your eyes adjusted to the light you noticed six figures lying on the floor in sleeping bags. You and Finn were the only ones on the couch, you must’ve both fallen asleep there.

    “Morning, Y/N.” Jaeden said groggily, still half asleep.

    “Morning, Jae. Are the others still all asleep?” You whispered, trying not to wake Finn.

   “They are, and judging my the looks of things, some of us had a pretty good sleep.” He smirked and nodded his head at Finn, who still had you in an embrace.

    You coughed awkwardly, “We both must’ve just fallen into this position when we fell asleep on the couch, or something.”

    “Mmmhm,” Jaeden raised his eyebrows slightly, “What actually happened was that you fell asleep on Finn during the film, and then he managed to get you into this cuddle position.”

You began to blush, Jaeden continued, “Then it got late, and we were all getting into our sleeping bags, but Finn didn't want to move, he was smiling like an idiot too. He even made me go get a blanket for you both, and then a pillow because he was worried your ‘head would get sore’.”

You tried to hide your smile by covering your mouth with the blanket on your lap. Finn stirred in his sleep, only to wrap both his arms even tighter around you, causing your stomach to flip. Jaeden snorted, you awkwardly changed the subject.

    “So tomorrows New Years Eve.” Your pulse had been racing ever since you’d woken up.

    “It sure is, are you excited to find out our plan?” Jaeden asked, apart from this time he didn’t whisper, resulting in Jack awakening next to him.

It didn’t take Jack long to catch on to you and Finn. He scanned his eyes over to the couch to you both, and began to chant;

    “Y/N and Finn, up a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” This obviously woke up everyone in the room, including Finn.

You felt him move his arms slightly before opening his deep, mahogany eyes to see you. Everyone was watching you both. As Finn began to strengthen an intake of his surroundings, he quickly moved his arms away and sat up. You felt disheartened.

It was 7PM now and you were sitting at Wyatt’s breakfast bar, reading your book. Everyone had gone out shopping for the day, accept from you, Jack and Finn. Jack was trying to cook in the kitchen and Finn had gone for a nap in his room, you hadn’t had much of a chance to speak to him today.

After burning yet another pancake, Jack sat down next to you.

    “You look sad.” He observed.

    “I’m fine.” You lied, bluntly.

    “You know, I know.” He began, you stayed silent, “I can tell you like Finn, everyone can, you just need to admit it.” You continued to say nothing.

Jack resumed talking, “He’s just really shy and shit, when it comes to girls. What you need to do is just be straight with him. Just be like ‘hey Finn you’re really fucking hot, date me now please’. That's what I always say to him. I mean, it technically hasn’t worked yet, but he’d probably appreciate it a bit more if it came from you, instead of me.”

    “I just can’t admit I like him.” You whispered, “If I admit I like him then I’ll only get disappointed. He doesn’t like me, plus even if he did he’d get over it quickly, he’s way too good for me. Like I look in the mirror and all I see if this girl staring back at me, she isn’t anything special. He’s so amazing and talented, and what am I? I’ll never be good enough for him.” You felt your eyes begin to sting, you really didn’t want to tear up in front of Jack.

Just when you were about to let everything out Finn came in, smiling to himself. He clapped his hands together.

    “Right,” He began enthusiastically, “The others are all out having fun, so why shouldn’t we.” He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you through to the living room. Jack followed.

    “Dude, if you and Y/N are going to be having that much fun I can leave?” Jack smirked.

    “Not yet.” Finn winked at you. Did he really just say ‘yet’? 

He pulled you down with him onto the couch and turned the TV on. Holding your hand, and the remote in the other, he pressed play. An upbeat instrumental began to play.

A title appeared on the screen;

“The Friendships the IT Cast Built on Set”

You opened your mouth, confused, but Jack stole the words right from you.

    “What the fuck is this?” Finn’s smile only grew wider.

    “This,” Finn began, “Is a montage of behind the scene clips from the movie. It’s to show how close we’ve all gotten during filming.”

You could see yourself on screen right now laughing with Sophia, at Jaeden, who’d just tried to do an impression of you. You remembered the happiness you’d felt spending all summer with them all.

Finn continued, “It was going to be part of the bonus features on the DVD but they cut it. Luckily, I managed to get a hold of it, I was going to save it for the others coming back but I need to show it to you now.” A clip of you and Finn hugging, after filming a scene came on, you couldn’t hold back your smile.

The three of you sat and watched the clips, well you tried to but you were too busy staring at Finn. His eyes were bright and shiny with excitement, he had the biggest smile on his face. You watched as he laughed at the screen, seeing him this happy made you feel happy - like you had an emotional connection. Seeing him sad would make you sad.

Jack snorted, “Dude, do you remember that day though? We literally couldn’t of pissed anymore people off if we’d tried!” Finn laughed with him.

All of a sudden Finn went quiet and paused the TV. He turned to look into your eyes and began to squeeze your hand. As soon as he did this, you felt sparks shoot up your arm.

    “Y/N,” He whispered, so quietly you could had to strain to hear him, “I don't want you to panic, but I overheard what you were saying to Jack in the kitchen.” You inhaled sharply, you’d just ruined a friendship.

    “The reason,” He stopped to take a breath, “The reason I wanted to show this to you was because of the next clip that's about to play. No ones ever seen it before. When they filmed this clip of me, on set, I made them delete it straight away, which they did, but then they managed to retrieve the file. As they were putting this whole thing on a disk to send to me, they added this scene too.”

Jack was on the edge of his seat, he had no idea what was happening. You could tell Finn was nervous as he moved his finger to the play button of the remote, and clicked. A video began of Finn, alone in the shot, talking to the camera, with the IT Quarry Scene set in the background;

    “What do I think of Y/N? I mean, where do I begin. Firstly, she’s probably the most talented actor I’ve ever worked with, not only that, but she’s the best friend I’ve ever had. When I’m filming a scene with her, it’s electric. When I’m spending time with her, it’s beyond electric.

“Not only that, but I’ve got to thank her for putting up with me and constantly laughing at my jokes. Like legit, I could make the worst joke ever in front of twenty odd people, who wouldn't even blink in response to the punchline, but I know that from across the room I'll hear that same familiar laugh.

“When we’re together, I can’t do anything but smile. Her being happy makes me happy, her smiles contagious. In all my life, I've never felt so connected with someone.

”I love all her habits, like how she scrunches up her nose when she's cold, and how she bites her lip when she’ s thinking. I notice all these things that make her unique.

“I don’t think people realise, when they see this movie, just how much it’s meant to me. If this film had never been made, I would have never met such a talented, funny, kind, and amazing,person to get to call my friend. 

“Someday I’ll tell her all this, she wont believe me though, she can’t see how amazing she is, but I can. Everyday, she surprises me more and more, I’m so lucky to have someone who makes me as happy as her. There’s no one quite like her. She's literally perfect in every single way...

“Shit. Sorry, what was the question again? Oh god, let’s redo that...”

Finn hadn’t watched the TV at all, he’d been completely been fixated on you. You were speechless.

    “Y/N,” He began, “I never want to hear you say anything like that ever again. Every single word I said there was true.”

    “Finn, I..I..”, You stuttered, “I don’t know what to say, I can’t find words.”

    “Well, you don't have to.” He leaned in and kissed you. Your lips were warm, your whole head was spinning, waves of electricity rushed through you. With his lips still pressed on yours he moved his hand to your face, cupping it. You began to move your hand to his hair, when you heard a thud coming from the doorway.

You both pulled away and looked over. Sophia, Wyatt, Chosen, Jaeden and Jeremy were all standing at the door with their mouths wide open. The thud had come from Sophia dropping her shopping bags.

    “Okay but what the fuck did we miss when we were out?” Wyatt asked, breaking the silence.

    Jeremey smirked, “Well, who turned the heat up in here?”

    “Shut up dude, you’re ruining their moment!” Chosen hissed.

You looked from the door and back into Finn’s eyes. You moved in to kiss him again, this time harder, like you didn’t have a single care in the world.

The room erupted with screams and cheers. Jack jumped onto the couch and hugged you both, the rest of the group followed, so that you were all piled on top of each other on the one sofa, sharing one big group hug. Finn didn’t let go of your hand at all.

    “I just love you guys so much, I LOVE YOU!” Jaeden shouted from the bottom of the heap. Everyone cheered.

     “You know what though,” Jack sighed, “Next time I’m just going shopping, I’ve been a right fucking third wheel.”

Everyone laughed in agreement.

It was the perfect end to the day, probably one of the best days of your life.

Writers Note: So I hope this was okay, Part Four will take place on NYE which should be fun, I’m going to miss writing this series a lot

Feel free to send in requests in my ask box anytime

Thank you so, so, much for reading this, it means so much to me!

Take care and stay safe :)

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Autumnal Asks

I was tagged by @its-me-theicequeen

lantern - how did you meet your best friend? What were your first impressions of each other?

So, I met my oldest best friend when I was 7 (I'm 17 now damn) and basically we started talking because we both liked horses I think. We fought like crazy and we're in completely different states of Australia now but I still love her heaps and love talking to her when I get the chance.

The second best friend I made when I was 12. We actually didn't talk until I was 13 or 14 when I properly became friends with her. To this day I still consider her one of my closest friends. Fun fact; we hated each other for a period of time.

Oof, now the girl I could seriously consider my second sister at this point- we met at the start of the year due to being one of the only four new kids in our dorm at school. We met during orientation, and haven't separated since. She's hilarious and always up for a fight, but luckily the mum friend in me always stop her before she does something stupid haha.

frost - if you could give some advice to your younger self, what would you say?

Mate, you've got a lot to learn. I know it seems like your life is great and you know everything there is to know, but tone down the know it all and actually give people the time of day to talk to you. You never know, maybe you'll stop being lonely.

maple - is there a hobby / skill that you’ve always wanted to try but never did?

You know, I actually really love netball; the sport, if you haven't heard of it before. My friend plays it and I got to be good at it when I was younger, but I hated the girls at my school therefore I didn't pursue it, so my netball career never exactly started off. Would definitely give it a good go now, in fact I'm starting next year. It's never too late!

harvest - what fictional character do you most identify with? Why?

I can't answer this. Personally, I relate to Georgie from Heartland; gosh, I love her. She is mature and level headed, but underneath that calm personality shows a girl who doesn't know what she's doing the next day, let alone with her life.

fireside - if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

Hm. My style is really simple, so it'd probably be full of comfy t-shirts, 5sos merch, SuggLife hoodies, black skinny jeans and Converse. Maybe a pair of vans or my slippers. Life would be great my dudes. Ooh, actually I would love to have a shit ton of makeup just to experiment and play around. It's a lot of fun tbh.

cider - a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy?

I was going to say nothing, but then I thought about this tomato pasta thing my mum makes and I used to HATE it- like my mum would threaten me with bed or eating it and I'd just go to bed- but now I actually adore it and it's probably one of my favourite meals; especially with heaps of parmesan cheese. Yum.

amber - share an unpopular opinion that you may have.

I'm one of those people that doesn't really have unpopular opinions- either I think of them right before they become popular, or I see someone say something and I just agree with it. That being said, I ship Joe and Byron hardcore and no one really seems to so I guess that counts?

fog - how well do you think you’d do in a zombie apocalypse scenario?

I would die on the first day. I'm no good when I'm camping, I can't imagine how I'd be in that kind of situation. I'd probably hide somewhere and never come out.

jack-o-lantern - if you could look like any celebrity, who would you choose?

Anna Maynard! She is so humble and shy and relatable and GORGEOUS. Her eyes look gorgeous against her blonde hair, and she always wins with her makeup. Total babe, 10/10 would recommend. Also super happy for her with her new gig hosting a talent show, that sounds awesome!

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

Yes, actually! I used to dream that the house on the end of my street was haunted- I moved before I could explore it sadly. I might try when I go back there for the Summer

orchard - share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn.

Well actually, it's spring for me oops but hey. I can join the Americans/ the Brits for a while. Honestly, this spring for me would be the prime time for me to work on my horse riding, especially my jumping since that's my favourite thing. I'd also like to start my first full- length Joe x Byron story after my exams.

crow - which school subject do you wish you had an aptitude for?

Math. I HATE math and I'm the dyslexic where I only struggle with math (I mess numbers up constantly, can't keep track of formulas, think a 7 is a 1 sometimes etc etc...) so if I could improve anything it would be my math. My ATAR score would soar up. That or my plant production course- I'm not the best at that course and I don't enjoy it but I'd like to try harder in it and improve my grades.

bonfire - describe your dream house.

I'm one of those sad people who are either in the middle of the city with everything accessible, or a farm with a tiny town fifteen minutes away. I'm kind of leaning toward the farm (I'm at agricultural school so I'm biased lmao) so that my kids have plenty of room to run around, get dirty, and learn how to take care of themselves. I'm big on independence but also being able to scrape your knee etc. I'm not a bubble wrap-type of person, I don't think.

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

You know what? This is going to sound so random, but I would love to visit the 1850's during the gold rush in Victoria, Australia- a lot happened and I would have loved to experience it. I've done a lot of research about those times and they were rough, but I think it'd make you a better person in the long run.

cobweb - (if you’ve graduated) do you miss high school?

I graduate next year lol, not sure I'll miss it for a couple of months after that.

cranberry - what’s one physical feature that you get complimented on?

My eyelashes and my eyes! Since I'm Irish, my hair is really thick and it's dark so my eyelashes are naturally long and thick. I always get lots of compliments on them which is really nice for an insecure little shit like me. My eyes also get lots of compliments since they change with my mood hahahaha.

maize - share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

I was standing in line for Maccas and one person tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she complimented me on my SuggLife hoodie! It was really nice of her but super sudden. I can't really call that weird but I still remember it. It's either that or the time a guy pushed me out of the way as he ran from the cops. That was terrifying.

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

I hate tea (with a passion), and I don't drink normal coffee since it reacts badly with my anxiety medication. I drink decaf though, and I put in two teaspoons of both coffee and sugar, sometimes a little more sugar than coffee. I'm more of a hot chocolate person to be honest.

pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?

I've seen a lot of shit, been through a lot of shit, but I don't believe humans are inherently bad. I think there's always a breaking point for everyone, and once it's reached it's hard for someone to go back to the way they were.

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

I'm freakishly neat a majority of the time, but when I'm sad I don't clean my room or change my sheets and it gets really gross. That reminds me, I need to clean my room again.

flannel - have you ever gone on a bad date?

To go on a bad date, you have to have been on a date right?

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

I wish I still had my long hair! I recently chopped all the ombre off and now my hair barely goes past my shoulders which sucks. I'd love to redo my ombre when my hair is a lot longer and healthier. I want it healthy before I damage it again.

ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?

Yes, actually. It sounds random but I grew up with this guy since we were born (he's two months older than me) and we sort of hated each other but I was honest with him and he was honest with me, we had a good system. Our parents were close friends and I haven't talked to him at all since I moved from Victoria, but I wish him all the best. He was one of the rudest, asshole-ish guys when I was a kid, but it kept me on my toes so I guess that's a good thing.

I'm also tagging people on Wattpad! For Tumblr, I tag: @seductivebuttercreams. Good luck

#byron langley #mypast #myfuture #mystory #joe sugg #thatcherjoe

[monkinonk]

Life experiences with Monkinonk. I know I’ve written on this before, but I’m doing it again because I needed to do a better take on it. TRIGGER WARNING for Ed’s and Self-harm. It’s almost a repeat of the last post, just updated with more personal stuff. I don’t really want to hide it anymore, this stuff shouldn’t be advertised romantically, but realistically. If you suffer like I did, you are not alone, love. Come talk to me if you need  it, I may not  be able to help, but I can be an ear.

Life itself is a learning experience, but these past few years especially. They have been a rollercoaster of ups and downs and an occasional corkscrew that felt as if it were going to be the ending. But I am here, and I am alive, but most importantly, I am happy. In the year 2015, I was hurting. I was hurting and the world seemed to tell me that somehow, losing weight would make it better. After all, the people around me were doing the same thing, it seemed to be a good idea. I started innocently enough, I wanted to compete, I wanted to lose weight. Not only that but I was tired of being the tallest, the largest, looking at photos and feeling as I took up too much space and was so incredibly awkward. The latter I can’t deny, I was awkward, and I still am, only now I’m learning not to mind it so much. Nobody really said anything when I started losing weight, one comment from a coworker, but otherwise nothing much, so I pushed it harder. I wanted to be recognized for it. Was it an attention-grab? Of course, it was, but does that make it less of a mental illness? No. Was it selfish? Hell, it was.  But I was in control, and I told myself that I could leave it anytime I wanted.

But the numbers on the scale were addicting. Multiple times a day I found myself stripping naked to step on the scale, sneaking it out of my mother’s bedroom numerous times a day. I counted calories, rounded them a couple hundred up “just in case”, drank pints of apple cinnamon tea (which I can barely drink anymore), ate tiny green apples for lunch (I can barely eat those anymore either). I tried to keep it all below 1000 calories a day, but in reality, it was probably even lower than that. Between meals, all I could do was wait for the next time I’d let anything pass my lips. I wanted to exercise, but I was too exhausted, I slept, and I was cold. Even when the sun was shining, I bundled up in sweaters, I still get cold easily, even healthy, I never really was before. I slept a lot instead of moving. I once ate a piece of cake at a party-I couldn’t help myself-and burst into tears. I’d often get angry if someone brought something good into the house and I could only limit myself to either very little—or none at all. I dropped a third of my weight. My period was gone for almost two years (It came back on Christmas day, and was so incredibly painful I laid in bed almost all day, between that and my extended stomach, it was a miserable day.)

I missed out on so many things, all I could do was focus on food. My whole trip to England, my strongest memories of it consist of my illness. I remember being cold, I remember being hungry, and I remember worrying about food and how many calories I was burning walking around. I lost so much time to this illness, so many memories that I could have made and didn’t. That’s one of the most painful things. What should have been one of the most amazing experiences of my life was miserable and I spent those two weeks unable to really enjoy myself or make any sort of real memories. I lied, threw away food behind peoples’ backs, spent the whole time wrapped in a sweater. This, more than anything else, is one of the things that hurts me the most, I can never really redo it, I dream of going to England someday, but life goes on and I’ll never remake those memories. To everyone who spent that time with me, from the bottom of my heart I ask for forgiveness.

The day my mother realized how bad it was, she began to press me to get better. I used to suffer from serious vertigo, I managed to hide it most of the time, but I would stand up, the world would go black and I wouldn’t be able to hear well, and often my body would start twitching or convulsing. How I hid it, I don’t know. Then one day she was cooking and I had been sitting at the kitchen table, talking with her, and when we were done, I got up to leave. My vision went black and I just collapsed on the floor. She told me she wouldn’t send me to the doctor unless I continued to lose weight. It was expensive, I didn’t want that, and she didn’t want me to think of myself as “personified anorexia”. She was sensible and did everything she could. I started trying to eat again.

  It wasn’t all kicks and giggles from then on either. I continued to eat, but became obsessed with health foods—luckily this stage didn’t last long, it was too expensive to keep up anyway, I had a minimum wage job. I picked up running as a way to try and maintain a thin weight rather than trying to accept myself the way my body is. I tried to let it make me happy, but in the end, it didn’t work. One day I made it a good twenty yards down the road before breaking down and finding myself unable to run anymore. It was an uphill struggle trying to get myself to enjoy it. The closest thing that could make me love the activity was the reality that I was going to attend Wyoming Catholic College, I needed to train for COR. That realization helped me a lot, I had to be healthy to be accepted, and for a while, I managed.  

Once I got to college, things went downhill again. I began binging. This was around the time Inshal and I began to get close. It wasn’t full-blown binging, but it was enough for me to gain a good twenty to twenty-five pounds in one semester. I wasn’t happy, it made me completely miserable, and so hard to continue to love myself. This, combined with other complicating factors, began my urges to self-harm. It wasn’t the first time I had done it. In the beginning, I scratched myself, Inshal was aware of it and did everything he could. When I was sad, Inshal made sure that I didn’t skip dinner, even if I just at ¾’s a cup of plain rice. But the urges became harder to manage, I wanted to be anorexic again. The first time I cut myself, Inshal was hurt so deeply, I made him feel useless. He made me promise that if I did it again he would go to the head of student life and turn me in. At the time I was furious but in the end—Inshal, I can’t thank you enough. I have since, but that promise helped me so much for a long time. We were happy as a couple, but I was still struggling with my own securities and sins. Today, we’re engaged, you’ve been with me through so much hardship, I truly don’t deserve you. Perhaps it wasn’t a good situation for us to have continued dating, but we did. You continued to support me, and now we’re getting married in eight months. I’m so grateful…

I thought I was healthy before I left for college, but one year there proved otherwise. I’m home now, and happier. It’s true that my life still feels out of control sometimes but I hardly ever listen to the anorexic urges anymore. Over the summer, there was a single week where I began to lose weight again in a bad way, but I managed to pull myself out of it. I wasn’t happy, even when I was thin, so why would it make me happy again? I’m growing to accept my body, and even find it beautiful in its own way sometimes. Not all the time, but I can truly say that I would never really want to return to anorexia. It still haunts me, but I am stronger than it is. There are so many wonderful people in my life, people who supported me through the worst of it and helped me come out where I am today. Life gets better, guys. Am I completely better? No, I’m not, I still have thoughts, I still self-harm occasionally, but I am stronger and better, and in being so I am able to spread my love again. Before I was not able to support or truly love anyone, I am not perfect, but now I can strive to be True Love to the people around me.

Life gets better, and it continues to get better. I am in a healthier place now than I have been in two years. My body is not skinny, it is not particularly beautiful, it is not even strong, but it is created by God, and that is enough. I am getting married to the love of my life in June, I am returning to my art, thinking about writing novels, and enjoying ice cream with friends. God is good, my friends.

#The life and times of Monkinonk #it's me again #I am blessed to have Inshal and my mother #as well as everyone else who helped me through that time

[gotbangvixx]

When BTS falls in love with a new employee. You.

This is the first request we received for this blog! Woot Woot!! Thank you so much for this request it was so much fun to write! So much that I even got a drabble idea out of it so you have that to look forward to as well!

Seokjin

When you started working at the 5 star restaurant, the last thing you expected was to catch the eye of the head chef. This was just a simple table waiting gig that was supposed to make enough money to amuse yourself during the summer. But hey who would say to no to a gorgeous man who cooks like a god? You that’s who. If anyone is going to date you they are going to work for it. So work for it he did. He brought you flowers, he brought you chocolates, he would give you cooking lessons. He once showed up during your lunch break with some freshly made food that he “claims” was an order for someone who walked out before eating it. It was an awfully freshly made dish to be made an hour ago… but it was also to delicious to not eat. He worked hard for two months before you finally caved an accepted his invitation to dinner.

“I know you’re not going to say yes but don’t worry I will not give up! I am to head over he- Wait. Did you just say yes?  Lets go before you change your mind.”

Yoongi

This music store clerk job is a god send to someone like you. Not only because it involved your favorite past time, listening to music, but it was also ran by a hippie like woman didn’t care that even though you were only hired on two days ago you are late or how yesterday your cat literally ate your calculus homework so you had to call in while you were at the vet getting your cat looked at while you are frantically trying to redo your homework that is due that day. Belladonna is not only the best boss but you also have the best coworker. Yoongi tends to scowl a lot but that is mostly to scare away idiots who don’t know how to put back something where they got it from. When there were no customers, however Yoongi is pretty laid back and tries to sneak naps when no one is looking. The best thing about him is that after just a week and half of working together he not only nailed your music tastes down he also gives you new CD’s filled with songs he thinks you would like. It was your almost one month anniversary with the store when you get a text from Yoongi asking to come help him stock a last minute shipment. He promised you food and beer when you get there so you agree. Only when you arrive it is not to boxes upon boxes of merchandise that Yoongi had been complaining about. Instead you walked into the backroom that was clear except for a small table set up with your favorite food and a candles all around the room. Your favorite song is playing softly on the radio. Yoongi is standing off to the side looking nervous.

“I fell for you the moment I heard you voice and I realized that your voice has been haunting my dreams before I even met you. It has to be fate.”

Hoseok

If anyone asks, you certainly did not apply at cafe because you spotted the handsome waiter through the window. Totally. It was because you had the sudden desire to pick up a second… despite the fact you already had a first job that provided enough for you get by. *sigh* Okay so you might have applied and was subsequently hired for a job all because there was cute waiter. Luckily the job was only part time, all you had to do was smile and work the cash register. Problem was that the register was the devil in disguise and absolutely hated you. Luckily Hoseok knew all of the tricks to make it work and was more than willing to teach you. He was patient and you didn’t particularly mind when would stand close behind you pointing what to do. You don’t know why the damn thing kept messing up, you have never dealt with such a difficult piece of machinery in your life. It wasn’t until you got a call from your boss begging you to come in because someone called out sick that you caught Hoseok red handed. You walked in only to see Hoseok pressing a combination of buttons and then pulling a wire causing that stupid error screen that always caused you so many problems to show. He then loosely set the wire back on place but did tighten it and then gave a smirk when he saw the error disappear. You gasp in shock! He was rigging that devil machine to give you problems! Hearing your gasp he whirls around in shock. He instantly turns red in embarrassment and suddenly all of it made sense. Hoseok fell for you. It was your turn to smirk and cross your arms over your chest. He looks down at the floor still blushing and mutters out an apology he looks up back up at you.

“I know I didn’t exactly make things easy for you… but at least my dedication in coming early just to break this thing should show you how serious I am about you?”

Namjoon

The library was not your first choice in a job. But it was the a job and you were grateful for it. What you were even more grateful for was the other library clerk who showed you the ropes. Namjoon was endearingly kind and waaay to smart to be working as a simple clerk. Although you did understand why he works in a library and not somewhere else. Damn could he read. You found out that Namjoon would read at least two books a day. Speed reading he called it. Insanity is what you called it. While yes you do enjoy reading and every single moment you can spare goes towards it but there is now way you could read two books a day. Namjoon loved reading philosophy and each time he finishes a book he never fails to tell you about it and you two would spend hours discussing it. You don’t consider yourself particularly philosophical but Namjoon seems to disagree because always brings up a topic that is talked about in the book. Yet for some reason he hasn’t brought up any topics in the last couple of days. Granted you had only worked there for a couple of weeks but you knew that he couldn’t have ran out of things to talk about… Another thing that is odd is that he won’t let you see what he is reading. You push the thought aside and continue working. At the end of your shift you see him walking to his car and you call out good bye to him. In true Namjoon fashion when he turns he somehow manages to rip his ever present book bag in half spilling its contents to the ground. You give a laugh and rush forward to help him pick up his, surprise surprise, books you notice they are not the normal books he has. Instead they are brightly colored… romance books? You pick a random one up and quirk an eyebrow at the cover. Namjoon has NEVER mentioned liking romance before otherwise you would of been able to contribute a lot more to the conversation because you have quite the stock of romance books yourself. Hell you have even read the book you are holding. You hand it to him with a smile. It’s a good read and the plot twist at the end was amazing. You say cheerfully. Namjoon blushes and takes the book. He looks at you cocking his head to the side. 

“I was reading them because I wanted to find a way to confess to you… but then I started enjoying them and I realized I still didn’t know how to confess. Until now that is.”

Jimin

You have no idea how you managed to get through the first week of your new job at the coffee shop but you are 100% sure that it was because of Jimin. This innocent smol piece of fluff was always happy to help you. When you were struggling with the coffee grinder? It only took one whine from you and suddenly he was right there coaxing it into working, looking at you with a smile. When the espresso machine bit you he was right there holding a towel over the cut on your hand and leading you to the first aid kit carefully tending to it. When you slipped on a wet spot on the floor he caught you with a devilish smile on his face. He was your knight in shining armor. You adored him and he evidently adored you. You found out by accident that he requested the same shift as you so he could help train you. You had been speaking with your manager who was praising you and your work. You wave a hand dismissing the praise and give all the credit to Jimin. Your manager gives you a curious look. Evidently they were baffled as to way Jimin who had the same shift for the past two years suddenly upped and decided to change it to yours. Nor did Jimin EVER volunteer to train someone. But he did… for you. You think about it all day and aren’t able to get the thought out of your head. Why would Jimin do that for you? You didn’t even meet him until your first official day. At closing time he was sweeping and you were loading the dishwasher. You gather your courage as you shut the door on the dishwasher and ask Jimin why he changed shifts just to train you. Jimin doesn’t answer you at first instead opting to walk to the back room and grabbing his bag. He walks back to you and pulls out… a cookie?! You look between him and the cookie the back at him in confusion. He gives a small laugh that makes your heart flutter. It would be lie to deny that you found him attractive… okay so you found him more than attractive. Beautiful, strong, handsome, caring, sweet, and bit of the sexy demon that comes out when no one else is looking. He hands you the cookie and you look at it closer. Carefully iced in orange icing was “Date Me”. You laugh, of course he would know that Alice in Wonderland was your favorite cartoon and he would use it to ask you out.

“I have been wanting to ask you since the fist time I saw outside of the managers office when you accepted the job. But I was to shy so I figured I would make the cookie do it for me.”

Taehyung

Your best friend was most likely insane. Why they suggested you apply at the amusement park was beyond you. You hated loud noises. You hated the smell of cotton candy. And you absolutely no doubt about it hated that this is where you met the most amazing man on earth.  You were placed in the baby area with Taehyung. Your actual job entailed making sure the babies don’t escape their parents. It was oddly more difficult than on would expect because damn those babies are FAST. It was normally a toddler per hour that manages to find something shiny across the little walk way the divided the kids area from the baby area. The designer of the amusement park must of been a genius because the kiddie designated part was well away from the adult rides and separated the baby part from the kiddie part. The baby part was intended for ages one to five and was basically just a giant sandbox with a small “pool” which was really just a large puddle size area that shot up water every few minutes. It was great way for tired parents to let the older kids ride the rides they want and the parents can just sit with the babies and let them try and eat sand. The bad part of that idea is that there is always a tired parent who has more than one over active toddler who is distracted by one kid while the other sneaks away. Rugrats come to mind as you once again stop an errant toddler wearing an adorable little pink jumper and squeaky shoes. You catch Taehyung’s eye and he gives you a wide happy grin from where he is sitting in the middle of sandbox making a sand castle with what looks like a 4 year old in yellow overalls. So yea you hated the loud noises and the smell of cotton candy, but the kids weren’t so bad. Taehyung was pretty amazing. You had seen him once calm down a sobbing baby with just two peek-a-boos. He is a genius. He was also a incorrigible flirt. Every opportunity he would compliment your appearance. He would praise your once again foiling of escape plans of a crawling baby. And he would never ever fail to make sure you were okay. He brought you bottles of cold water and when he was eaten something he would always offer you some. He also always knew when you needed a pain reliever for the headache the loud noises invariably caused. He was the sweetest person you ever met. It took a particularly observant father who was playing in the sandpit with his two year old while his husband was in the “pool” with the two year old’s twin. You and the father were chatting while you kept an eye on a three year old that looked two seconds from bolting. You were right because as soon as their mother looked away the toddler was off and running. With a sigh you start to get up from the ground excusing yourself from your the father in the sand pit when a hand settled on your should and Taehyung’s deep voice told you to Sit back down I had this one. The father gives you a smirk and comments on how nice it is to be working with your boyfriend. You look at him startled. I’m not… Taehyung and I are not together. We are coworkers. Just coworkers. The gives you a look and calmly replies that sure he is. He is just a coworker who watches you with heart eyes.The boy is clearly head over heels for you. The father evidently said this pretty loudly because Taehyung squats down beside you and brushes they hair from your eyes with a bright smile. 

“Well he is not wrong..”

Jungkook

You would not have thought that in this day and age a bowling alley would be a success but you would be wrong.Because not only was this place a success but it was the work place of an angel. You needed a seasonal job because this particular summer you made it goal to save up for that new laptop you were needing before the school year. The opening of the bowling alley seemed like fate and when you met the owner’s son who was also working there it pretty much cinched the idea of it being fate. The only thing was this smol bean was so so shy. He mostly worked in the kitchen making kick ass pizzas and onion wings. But occasionally he helped out by fixing the arcade games or working the shoe rental. He had a bright smile and always willing to help the customers but when it came to interacting with his coworkers and making conversation he clammed up making an awkward excuse before sneaking away. You decided to push aside your enamoring with his looks and try to befriend the shy bean. You start by just sitting with him quietly during breaks and not forcing him to say anything. Your next step is to ask him simple questions but not making him answer. Before to long he would answer your questions but it was an awesome day when he would ask one or two of his own. You became friends with him despite his shyness. He turns into your best friend teaching you how to bowl and they tricks to winning the different arcade games. He eventually confided in you that his father built the bowling alley so Jungkook could take the opportunity to try and make friends. When he admits this he also says that he never thought it would of worked yet here he is with a  best friend that has became something more. You stare at him in hopeful confusion. He gave a shy smile and carefully removed the red rose he had hidden underneath a few papers and handed it to you.

“Would you… maybe go on a date with me sometime?”

O.M.G. Would you look at that?! I actually wrote a post that wasn’t like a million characters long! 

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-Starfish

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