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I didn’t mean to moan that loud, my bad. kirk hammett fans come eat, dinner is ready!

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HIIII I’VE MISSED YOU

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─ cinderella.

premise: “your legs like a store they open up and you got people on the aisle.”

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader.

warnings: smut. drugs. oral sex (fem receiving). heavy spit kink. dirty talk. porn with barely any plot.

a/n: title is from the mac miller’s song ofc, i wrote this to cope w the pain lmao, i hope y’all like it.

not proofread!

“how long do i put them in for, eds?” you called behind you to eddie, waiting for his response so you could put the tray on the oven.

“i think an hour minimum, it has to be at the lowest heat too.” he mumbled, scooping the brownie batter out of the bowl, immediately bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, you put the timer set for 15 minutes and turned back around to clean the slight mess you and eddie had made.

“this is definitely the best part.” eddie beamed, still scooping the batter out of the almost empty bowl, you just looked at him as he kept doing his thing. “not even the amazing trip we’ll get from them would top this.” you giggled.

you loaded the dirty dishes into the sink and threw all the trash that came with the ‘brownie mix’ to the trash can.

you had the innocent intention of making a few brownies with eddie, but when he saw the batter the first thing he thought was ‘we should add cannabis to this’, and you did.

you finished cleaning the mess and hopped onto the kitchen counter as you waited for your boyfriend to finish eating the chocolate flavored mix.

he scooped some of the batter with his pointer finger and made his way towards you, offering it to you with a smile on his face, you shook your head and smiled, accepting his offer, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your mouth.

you hummed at the sweet taste of the chocolate on your tongue, licking his finger clean before pulling it out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’, it wasn’t meant to be sexual, which is why you were so concerned at his reaction when he looked at you dumbstruck, “what?” you asked, and eddie, instead of giving you a verbal reply, discarded the bowl and reached for you.

he grabbed your waist and pulled you off the counter with ease, making you squeal in surprise as he carried you towards his bedroom. “eddie!” he said nothing, dropping you on the bed and clawing at your pants like a starved man as he brought them down your legs.

he left kisses all up your leg and down your thighs, all over your clothed cunt, making you buck your hips into his face, he teasingly licked a stripe along the fabric, making you whine in desperation.

he smiled at it, being one of his most favourite sounds in the world, finally giving in and bringing your underwear down your legs, you keened at the cool breeze of air that you were suddenly exposed to.

eddie wrapped his arms securely around your legs, and you wait patiently for him to dive in.

you gasped suddenly as you felt the harsh force of spit that coated your folds and dripped down your clit, arousing you more than you’d like to admit, but before you can even think a second thought, eddie dives in.

your hands immediately went to his hair, gripping at his curls as he lapped up his spit and the sweetness that’s slowly oozing out of you.

“you liked that, huh?” he teased, marvelling at how fast your body had responded to his previous action.

he smiled up at your dazed expression, before focusing back on your clit, bringing his hand around your thighs and spreading you open to allow him more access before spiting on it a few more times.

and each time he did you moaned a little more, but as much as you loved the sensation, it was doing nothing but edging you when you so desperately craved a release. “please, eddie.” you begged, running your fingers through his hair.

he pressed a few kisses to your clit now, and one last spit before he’s completely devouring you, in motions you can’t even begin to describe, he sloppily eats at your cunt. “you always taste so fuckin’ good.” he praised, opting to tongue-fuck your hole whilst his beautifully sculpted nose rubbed at your clit, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you arch your back off the mattress.

your thighs trembled under his hold, threatening to squeeze around his head but his strong arms only stretched you out even more, he picked up the pace, impossibly faster now, and removed one hand from your thigh to begin fingering you, making you see stars as you threw your head against the cushions.

now that his fingers replaced his tongue and his tongue focused back on your clit, your orgasm was fast approaching. “cum in my mouth, pretty girl.” he mumbled against you, sending vibrations straight to your core, “all over my fucking face and on my fingers.”

you let your orgasm take over you, moaning loudly as you came undone, you clenched around his fingers, his movements becoming much more sloppy as you released all over his fingers.

he pulled out his fingers and sat up by your side, bringing them to your lips and watching in pure lust as you sucked them clean, he just smiled lazily before going back to your leaking cunt and slurping the rest of you up.

you sat up once he finished, and harshly grabbed his jaw just as he’s about to swallow. “spit in my mouth.” you order him.

his eyes darkened and became a little hooded at your words, he brought his hand up to your chin, opening it up as he hovered over you now and you craned your neck with your mouth wide open, just for him.

he kept a fair distance between his lips and yours, wanting to see the string of his spit mixed with your cum fall into your own mouth, the whitish substance felt from his lips and straight onto your tongue and you have to refrain from swallowing straight away as the rest of it follows.

once there’s not much left, eddie nudges your chin to close your mouth, swallowing what was left on his mouth, waiting for you to do the same.

you swallow all that’s been given to you, smiling up at eddie contently as you climb into his lap.

“jesus h. christ.” he huffed, wiping the excess cum from around his mouth. “that was so hot.”

“you like that stuff, huh?” you ask, looking up at him, even though you already knew the answer, since you always had an inkling that he liked it, knowing it from the way his dick twitched in your hand every time you spat on it, it was kinda obvious. “i think i liked it too.”

he smiled, leaning down to press multiple kisses on your mouth, “you can always tell me when you want more.” he mumbled against your lips, “next time, i’m eating my cum out of you and i’ll do this very same thing” he said before opening your mouth once again and spitting forcefully on your tongue, and closing it back again so he could kiss you, again.

as your pressed your lips to his, the smell of the cannabis drowned the small trailer, causing you to regain your senses and realise the smell of the cooked brownies.

“hm, that’s my second dessert of the night, princess.”

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Paul and David… again. Because I can. 😎 I actually really like the way Paul came out. I don’t care what anyone says. 🥺 Emerson’s up next. 😌

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Truth or Dare- Part 1

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Jacobs!Reader

Summary: An introduction to the reader and the people around her. It really introduces her family and how she views them, along with her friends. An unexpected person enters the readers life at the end.

Warnings: Cliffhanger, I know you guys hate me already. Swearing, mentions of sex, Nate Jacobs, and mentions of abuse.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: Hi guys! So in this I do a bit off the original story line with the Jacob's family. I'm really looking forward to this series and I think you guys will really like it. ALSO THIS IDEA WAS BROUGHT TO YOU GUYS FROM @apovanity87 She is a genius, go give her a follow❤️Also I'm so disappointed in the reviews for tonights episode like.

Anyone who knows me can tell you that I absolutely hate my family.

I get that sounds morbid and makes me seem, like, the worst person in the universe because family is supposed to be first and foremost thing in your life, right?

Wrong. So wrong. Out of this fucking world wrong.

The stereotypes, the lessons, the expectations, all suffocating. My family is suffocating. They’ve been like this since I was a child. My father would demand the most from me, my small frame in the shadows of my older, more successful siblings. Plain and simple. I knew that when people looked at us, they saw success, money, greatness. They looked at us like we were family of the year, like we had all of our shit together.

I’m sorry, if you can look at my family, like actually look at them, you’d realize we are the furthest from having our shit together. We were falling apart at the seams and have been for years and years. Practically my whole life.

People forget that we didn’t always live like we live now. Our big house, the cars, the closets full of high end clothes. My dad wasn’t always successful in his business and I wasn’t always this privileged. We used to live in a small house in the middle of a bad neighborhood. My mother would worry every day that I would get hurt just walking down the street to the corner store. We lived a few hours away from where we live now, but it’s amazing how much difference a few hours can make. The difference in people, experiences, schools. My dad’s business never flourished there so in middle school, we moved to our beautiful town and made our mark. Well, my dad did. The rest of us just watched and went where he did.

My brothers are meatheads who have zero personality that’s their own, their eyes conveying zero emotion at all times. Like robots, honestly. Thankfully, I only ever have to deal with one of them at a time, my eldest brother away with his own screwed up family.

He was my dad's twin. He got a girl pregnant at a young age, when I was still fairly young, became a shitty excuse for a dad to two beautiful, innocent children and then proceeded to see none of us on holidays. We got a yearly Christmas card and the kids looked like they had a gun to their heads. From what I saw, he treated his children just like my dad treated us. Like he was a drill sergeant and his kids were these little soldiers he could teach to be just like him. Just like our dad. I’ve only met his wife once and I could tell that she was uncomfortable with her situation with my brother. His drinking, his anger. Just like my dad and just like Nate. He was unapologetically him but he should’ve been apologizing. Quite frankly, no one liked him and he should have to apologize every time he opens his stupid mouth.

The two of them, my brothers, have no tears to cry, no smiles to be shared, and they are master manipulators. They have been for the longest time and it was something that I did not fuck with. I’ve always hated when they use people for their own gain; picking up people like they were chess pieces, moving them where they see fit. And what’s messed up is a lot of people just let them do it, just happy to have the attention of one of the Jacobs’. But it was a learned ability that my brothers picked up on throughout the years. How they turned out so fucked up is beyond me still. Some of its nature, sure, some of it’s nurture. But shouldn’t being a goddamn human with emotions kind of be in our genetic wiring?

I guess not.

My father is an even bigger meathead. Maybe ‘alpha male’, ‘head of household’ were better terms to use for him. He likes cooking complicated meals, having us all sit down together as a ‘family’, praising and validating the meal he cooked. He likes football, ingraining this toxic masculinity into his sons, and his favorite; ignoring his daughter since she hit puberty. He has this fucked up thing with women. He barely likes my mother and I think he hates me for the fact that I’m so much like her. He wishes he could manipulate me in the way he did my brothers because, if he could, I would be this unstoppable force for him to use to get what he wants.

And I would. That’s not that far off. But I don’t like giving him a simple hug goodnight let alone giving him any sort of power over me.

Like I said, my mom is fine, truly, she’s alright. She doesn’t do a lot, doesn’t speak up much. It’s not that she doesn’t have anything to say, it’s just that she’s always been afraid to say what’s on her mind. I can’t blame her. She’s married to my father, the infamous Cal Jacobs. She really just likes to stay home, her eyes glued to a book. Or sometimes she likes to bury herself in cleaning supplies, making sure the house is spotless for when my dad and brother come home from football practice. She likes to wait for me to come home from school, waiting with popcorn so we can watch shows like the Bachelorette or any reality TV show. We liked those shows because they make us feel like our lives are a little less weird, a little less phony or staged. She’s the only one in my family who feels like an actual family member. The rest of them are just robots or some social experiment gone wrong.

Regardless of the copious amounts of trauma and fucked up, hidden secrets in my family, I had a decent life. I was never beaten as a kid, though I’m sure you can count my dad as some form of walking emotional abuse. I’ve always gotten good grades and I’m a cheerleader. What more can a girl need? I have plenty of friends, all fucked in their own way and all varying on the scale of popularity. All of the time that I don’t spend at home, I love. Because I’m free to do what I want, whenever I want.

“Are you listening to me or are you just staring into space again like a lunatic?” Maddy’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, my gaze turning to look at her as she waits. “You’re such a weirdo, Y/n. You weren’t even listening, fuck, okay. So, you need to tell your fucked up in the head brother to return my calls. He’s been MIA for three days now.” Maddy fixes her makeup in the bathroom mirror, my arms hoisting me onto the counter next to her.

Maddy’s been my best friend since middle school.

She used to be a whole lot nicer that she is now, but maybe that’s because every year that goes by, she gives less of a fuck than the year prior. She’s wanted to be royalty since we were little. She was always the one with the crown when we played, the mom when we played house, the princess, but now she was the queen. The queen of our high school at least and my brother has been her king for a while. Maybe a bit too long. Though I disagreed with their relationship, it being fucked, dark and miserable since day one, I could tell that without him, she sufferred. They had this weird trauma bond that always drew them back to each other and as stupid as it was for Maddy to put herself through heartbreak every week, they were more in love than my parents ever would be. At least they had passion.

“I’m not his keeper, girl. I don’t know why you don’t just break into my house and find him yourself. You literally have a key.” I deadpan, my head tilting at her as she points her mascara wand at me. “You know I’m right, Mads.” I snort, my legs swinging in front of me as I wait for a potentially snarky reply. It was safe to assume that any word that left her mouth was going to be an inch away from bitchy.

“I don’t want him to think I’m some desperate, crazed bitch.” She gives her half assed explanation with an eye roll, a scoff leaving my lips at the absurdity of her words.

“You are a crazed bitch. I wouldn’t love you nearly as much if you weren’t.” I giggle, a smirk breaking out across Maddy’s lips as she nods knowingly at me. She knows that one of the things I admire most about her was her ‘can do’ attitude and the fact that she didn’t care about what people thought of her. She was her own individual and she didn’t care who liked her and who didn’t. She rubbed off on me in a good way with that belief system. She helped me become way less self conscious and feel better about my overall self; body and mind.

She could make you feel great about yourself when she wanted to.

She typically didn’t like to make people feel good. But I was an exception.

“Whatever. I’ll figure it out.” Maddy huffs, the bell above us ringing as she thwacks my thigh. “Later bitch, I’ll text you.” She sends me a wink before picking up her things off of the counter. I watch her with a smile as she takes one last look at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, before leaving.

I huff, hopping down from the counter as I look at myself in the mirror. I wasn’t Maddy. I didn’t have her confidence, her looks, her sense of superiority. I was average if anything, or at least that’s how I always viewed myself. I had good bone structure and room for potential, I was a Jacobs afterall.

Gathering my things, I brush my hair out of my face as I exit the now bustling bathroom. It gets its busiest between classes, obviously, so Maddy and I use our joint free periods to reconvene and relax. Instead of using a free room, we choose to look at ourselves in the mirror and compare tits. It’s honestly cathartic.

Stepping out into the hallway, my eyes look around for someone else that I can latch onto. One thing I hated about Maddy and her obsession with not being late to class was the fact that I was alone without her. So I also try my best to find someone else that I can walk and talk with. And today’s victim will be…

“Hey, I need you to come with me!” Whipping around, my question answers itself with Jules who stands behind me, her eyes full of tears. My heart pounds at the sight, immediately reaching out to take her hands in mine as kids rush past us.

Jules has been my friend since she moved here last year. Fezco liked to say that she looked like she just walked out of an anime, which was accurate, I’m not gonna lie. She was beautiful, strong, and she was unapologetically her. She still is. She’s always honest, she’s always prepared to go to war for whoever she loves, and she was always a good person to stay with when my family is unbearable. She was a better friend and person than Maddy was, more supportive, less robotic. She had a complicated love life, a history with older men kind of stunted her ability to love someone normally, but her relationship with Rue is something that seems to inspire me.

Her love for that girl is unfathomable to me.

Rue was another one of my friends. She’s probably my brother Nate’s least favorite friend of mine. He’d rather me be best friends with his slightly psychotic girlfriends than for me to hang out with Rue. I don’t know, sometimes I like to think that he’s just being a protective older brother, worried that Rue’s drug issue might lead me down a bad path. But I think the real reason was that Rue had shit on Nate and it was something that Nate didn’t want to get out. I was friends with her nonetheless, though I never asked about the things she knew about my family. I didn’t want to know what others thought of the rest of them, I’m embarrassed enough as it is.

“So, I’m being dramatic.” Jules sobs as she sits down on the bench outside. After she approached me and asked for my help, I followed her all the way outside to achieve privacy. I watch her, worried, as she sniffles and groans. “Rue has this new friend and he’s like kind of obsessed with her. I don’t know how she feels about him, and we just started being okay. He seems really great but- like, I don't know what to do.” She buries her face in her hands, my fingers gently combing through her hair as she cries. I gently take her into my arms, my mind spinning.

Rue wasn’t exactly the most clear about her sexuality. Not like Jules has been. Jules has been very open with her sexuality from the beginning and how she feels about the people around her. Though she wasn’t interested in men anymore, that doesn’t mean that Rue wasn't. She never specified. I just think that taking a deep trip into her sexuality wasn’t like Rue and even if Jules wanted her to be that way, she wasn’t. She liked who she liked and it didn’t really bother her. But I can tell by the freaked out look on Jules’ face that she doesn’t understand that mindset.

“I don’t think you’re being dramatic, Jules, but the first place your mind goes is to the worst case scenario.” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she groans yet again. “And, you tend to run, instead of just asking Rue flat out.” I laugh quietly, her head nodding as she looks back up at me. She looks pathetic, her mascara traveling down her cheeks as she sniffles.

“I know, I just, she pretended not to know him and apparently he just moved here and I’m just worried…” She trails off, her eyes gazing down at her phone that has multiple unread texts from Rue. “I should talk to her, I know. She’s my girlfriend and I should just stop being so insecure and just-” She cuts herself off with a huff, looking down at her phone as it rings. “I’m sorry for bugging you with this. I’m sure you have class or your own stuff going on.” She whispers but I quickly shake my head, brushing away any of her concerns.

“I’m all ears, babes.” I whisper with a gentle shrug, watching as she nods gently, clearing her throat. “Let me know what happens, okay? Let me know if I need to intervene.” I giggle, a smile finally breaking through on her lips as she gives me a soft smile. She stands up, gently patting my head as she makes her way past me and back into the school. I pull my knees up to my chest, resting my chin on my knees as I sigh. Now what?

Looking around, now bored out of my mind, I watch as my brother steps out of the school and into the courtyard. Fuck. Cursing under my breath, I look away, praying that he doesn’t see me and he doesn’t come over to me. I know that to all the people who have a normal, healthy relationship with their siblings, this might seem weird. Most siblings get in fights and go through periods of not liking each other, right? Yeah, sure. But Nate cannot stand me. He can’t stand my existence and he’s made it quite clear. We’ve gotten in fist fights, I broke his nose once, and one time he even went as far as yelling at my mom for getting pregnant with me. He hates me. So, the last thing I need is him coming over and getting in my business, even if that just meant asking me a question. We didn’t interact at home and we only interacted at school if we were forced to; it was for the best.

But, luck was not on my side and if there is a god, they’re not for me because the minute my brother sees me, he’s marching towards me. I can tell almost immediately that he's fed up about something. He always is. He’s always got a bitch baby face on, his eyebrows pulled together. Almost like a three year old who doesn’t get what they want. Tantrum is the right term.

“I need to talk to you.” He says simply when he approaches me, sitting down next to me on the bench. He tosses his bag to his side, his elbows resting on his knees as he shoves his face into his hands. Interesting… you need me?

“Do I have a sign written across my face that says ‘free therapy’? Because first your girlfriend, then Jules, and now you.” I chuckle, my eyes rolling as I stretch out my legs, leaning back in my seat to look at Nate. He looks distraught, the bags under his eyes bigger than normal. He was still recovering from the absolute beating he took on New Years, obviously obsetting Fezco, the friendly neighborhood drug dealer. He probably deserved it. Nate looks back at me with an unamused look, a huff leaving my lips at the sight. “We don’t talk Nate. Why ask me for help when you don’t care about anything that I have to say?” I ask, my eyebrows pulling together as he sighs loudly.

“Because, whether I like it or not, we both came from the same nut sack which makes you legally obligated to deal with my shit.” He shrugs simply with a small smile, a laugh actually coming out of my mouth at his words. Is that an olive branch I see? “Especially when it involves our dad.” My heart stops at the words, his face serious and jaw tight as I wait for him to go on. “I know we hate each other. I get that, but I need your help.” My head bobs at his words, sitting up straighter to be able to analyze him a bit better.

“Sure, yeah Nate, what’s up?” I ask cautiously, my head spinning in worry as he takes a deep breath but before he can speak, a soul crushing screech distracts him and knocks me off guard.

“Nate!” Maddy’s voice echoes throughout the area, his face falling as he rolls his eyes.

“Fuck. I’m in trouble.” He mutters, his gaze catching mine as I shake my head, stunned. “I’ll see you at home. I’ll tell you then.” He nods, patting me briefly on the shoulder before getting up to approach Maddy. I watch as her face lights up, her gaze flickering to me as she sends me a soft smile and a wave.

The rest of the day passed without any drama, the thought of what Nate has to tell me bugging me. He never, ever, seems that worried. Never did he seem worried enough to actually bring me in on something. The fact that he said it’s about our dad too freaks me out. What could he possibly have told me that I don’t already know? I knew our dad was a messed up man who had way too much power for his own good.

“Hey!” I throw a look over my shoulder at Jules who approaches me, Rue following her close behind. I look between the two as I shut my locker, my eyes squinted at Jules. She sends me a reassuring smile, almost telling me that they figured it out. Thank god. “Hey, so we want you to meet someone.” Jules smiles, reaching over to take Rue’s hand in hers.

“I honestly think you’ll like him more than us.” Rue chuckles quietly, her pupils blown and expressions tired. She’s high out of her mind right now, isn’t she? I nod with a smile, pulling the straps of my backpack tighter against my shoulders. “We texted him a minute ago. He’s a bit of an airhead so we gotta give him a minute.” Jules chuckles at her girlfriend's words, but my mind seems to be elsewhere, my brother's words making my stomach twist painfully.

“Hey, you okay?” Jules gently reaches out, placing a hand on my shoulder as I take a deep breath, nodding slowly, but the girls see right through me.

“My brother told me earlier that he needs to talk to me about something tonight.” I reply simply, both of the girls’ eyes widening in fear. “Yeah.” I scoff nervously, reaching up to rub my face as I try to put the ruminating thoughts to the back of my mind.

“Oh shit.” Rue chuckles quietly, shaking her head as her curls fall in her face. “I can’t even imagine how scared shitless you are. Like Nate is shit at talking, and he wants to talk to you?” Jules reaches over, gently slapping Rue on the chest as Rue hisses. “What?! I’m just saying what we’re literally all thinking.” Jules rolls her eyes with a small smile, my head bobbing in a nod.

“No, you’re right. I’m nervous.” I breath out a forced breath, shaking my head as I wave off their concern. “But anyways, a new friend and it’s a guy. That’s always good for me, right?” I giggle, Jules nodding excitedly. She must’ve had a really good heart to heart with Rue because, only hours ago, she was freaking out and panicking over this guy. Now she seemed like she was completely at bay about his presence in her girlfriend's life. He must be really fucking amazing for her insecurities to vanish as quickly as they did.

“Oh hey, there he is!” Jules cheers, looking past me as my head turns gently, my eyes looking for who they're pointing at. “He’s got bleached hair on top. It’s super cute.” She chuckles, but my eyes can’t find who they’re looking at.

Then it dawns on me. He looks almost familiar, his tall frame makes his way towards us, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Is that…

“Yo, Rue. Hey, what's going on?” The boy asks, bouncing on his feet as he grins, his eyes fluttering between the girls and then to me. Holy fucking shit. His brown eyes focus on me, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times in shock, realization passing through his face as he clears his throat.

“Y/n, this is Elliot, the guy we told you about.” Jules grins, wrapping her arm around mine as my heart drops, my throat constricting at the sight of his handsome smile. He’s changed a lot. His hair is a lot longer, he’s grown a few inches but his dumb, stupid smile is still the same, along with the beautiful color of his eyes. Fuck. He looks at me, the sound of my name making his eyebrows quirk up as his gaze gets stuck on mine. A few moments go by before he sticks his hand out with a polite smile, motioning for me to shake it but I can’t seem to move. Fight or flight, aye?

Does he not remember me?

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I want razzle to spit in my mouth

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Axl Rose + Daddy Vibes

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𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐱𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

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“Come on, Axl, I promise it’ll be fun!”

You tugged on the sleeve of your long-time friend, his silky-smooth red hair blowing into his face as the cool winter breeze flew past the pair of you. He was rolling his eyes at your request, although you could see a faint smile gracing his lips.

“Y/N, I’ve already told you six times today, I’m not going to a Christmas market…let’s just go get a drink somewhere, huh?”

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I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

the care and keeping of plants

Getting an apartment

Money

earn rewards by taking polls

how to coupon

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

how to save money

How to Balance a Check Book

How to do Your Own Taxes

Health

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

things to bring to a doctor’s appointment

how to get free therapy

what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment

how to make a doctor’s appointment

how to pick a health insurance plan

how to avoid a hangover

a list of stress relievers

how to remove a splinter

Emergency

what to do if you get pulled over by a cop

a list of hotlines in a crisis

things to keep in your car in case of an emergency

how to do the heimlich maneuver

Job

time management

create a resume

find the right career

how to pick a major

how to avoid a hangover

how to interview for a job

how to stop procrastinating

How to write cover letters

Travel

ULTIMATE PACKING LIST

Traveling for Cheap

Travel Accessories

The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase

How To Read A Map

How to Apply For A Passport

How to Make A Travel Budget

Better You

read the news

leave your childhood traumas behind

how to quit smoking

how to knit

how to stop biting your nails

how to stop procrastinating

how to stop skipping breakfast

how to stop micromanaging

how to stop avoiding asking for help

how to stop swearing constantly

how to stop being a pushover

learn another language

how to improve your self-esteem

how to sew

learn how to embroider

how to love yourself

100 tips for life

Apartments/Houses/Moving

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)

How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)

Education

How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)

How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)

Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)

How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)

Finances

How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)

How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)

Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)

What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)

Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)

Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting

How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)

How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)

10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)

Life Skills

Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)

Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)

Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)

How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)

How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)

How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)

Miscellaneous

What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)

Relationships

Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)

How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple  and catastrofries)

Travel & Vehicles

How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)

How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)

Other Blog Features

Apps for Asshats

Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders

Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later

Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)

Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)

Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)

Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)

Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)

Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)

Adult Cheat Sheet:

what to do if your pet gets lost

removing stains from your carpet

how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps

throwing a dinner party

i’m pregnant, now what?

first aid tools to keep in your house

how to keep a clean kitchen

learning how to become independent from your parents

job interview tips

opening your first bank account

what to do if you lose your wallet

tips for cheap furniture

easy ways to cut your spending

selecting the right tires for your car

taking out your first loan

picking out the right credit card

how to get out of parking tickets

how to fix a leaky faucet

get all of your news in one place

getting rid of mice & rats in your house

when to go to the e.r.

buying your first home

how to buy your first stocks

guide to brewing coffee

first apartment essentials checklist

coping with a job you hate

30 books to read before you’re 30

what’s the deal with retirement?

difference between insurances

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. 1800 55 1800

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

Home Ground Services Tel. 1800 048 325

Relationships Australia Tel. 1300 364 277

Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50

Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. (03) 9416 2577

Things to remember

Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.

Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 

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