#garage door with gates to match

[nebulousnoiz]

Large Los Angeles Example of a large trendy attached two-car garage design

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This 1928 house is known as the Doll's House. The Swiss Chalet style home was designed by William Van Egmond as a wedding present for his daughter, and became a designated heritage property in 1983. Located in Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, it has 2bds, 1ba, $299,900.

It is soooo cute! You enter and there is a large closet to the right.

The owners have painted it pure white, which masks the architectural features, but you can paint them contrasting colors to match your decor. Look at how interesting the fireplace is- I don't know if it was ever real- there's a wire in the wall, probably for electric logs.

The wood around the interesting triangular window is obliterated by the white paint.

Details of the fireplace.

I wonder what the original color of the wood was. Forget about staining it, now that the paint is on.

Look at that- a little built-in bench. Do you think that the details would look better in pastel or a dark brown or black? There's an old phone on the wall, so the bench was for sitting and talking on the phone.

Isn't the little dining area cute? Two built-in cabinets.

The kitchen is directly off the dining room, and look at the vintage door chimes.

In the vintage kitchen they painted the frame around the fridge black. I don't think I like black. Notice the small triangular window.

There's a little cupboard in the corner and maybe even a place for a small bistro table or island on wheels.

Oh, look at that, I didn't realize that the closet door is glass.

What a large primary bedroom. Very nice. More beautiful features.

Cute vintage bath. The tub looks original. Why do they like that weird beige-y color?

Little pedestal sink with an original medicine cabinet over it.

The 2nd bedroom has a surprisingly big closet.

Look at the skinny window on the stairs.

There's a closet and some shelving down in the basement.

Wow, look at the antique washing machine. It has a wringer. There's a nice workbench along the wall, too.

Outside, there's a cute fence and gate, plus a side door and the garage.

Nice evergreen tree in the yard.

Cute yard with another nice tree. 3,876 sq ft lot.

Gate for the 2 car garage. What happened to the road? Are they paving it, b/c they took away the driveway apron.

So adorable.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2812-McCallum-Ave-Regina-SK-S4S-0P9/352227873_zpid/

[biteofcherry]

A little slice of something sweet&spicy for @alexakeyloveloki on her bithday! 🍰🎉💗

A follow-up to Cherry

soft!dark enforcer Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: soft!dark Steve; hints of power imbalance; hint of innocence/corruption kink; hint of breeding kink; explicit se*ual situations;

You swallowed nervously as you walked up to the door of an expensive-looking house in the hills. The gate was wide open, two dark cars parked in the driveway. There was no sign of Steve's camaro, but maybe it was hidden in the huge garage in the separate building you passed.

The house looked like a renovated mid-century style and though you couldn't see it, you suspected there was a big swimming pool in the backyard.

The thought of which instantly created an image of Steve emerging from it - water dripping down his sculpted body, shimmering on the colorful ink of his tattoos.

You still haven't seen them, only the glimpse of those stretching up to his wrists and over his neck.

Jesus, you closed your eyes, once again feeling a wave of shame wash over you.

You met Steve two days ago. He was a complete stranger, with an aura of darkness that should make you run away.

Instead, you flew to him like a moth to a flame.

You allowed him to consume you the very first time you met him; hell, you were still trembling at the memory of the way he fucked you in his car, then right outside your apartment.

It could be just an adventure. A crazy one time thing you can brag about to your friends, for once having something really spicy to talk of.

But you kept the little piece of paper with Steve's address and dolled yourself up to meet him on the day he asked you.

Though the voice of reason yelled at you to at least have some doubts, you didn't hesitate for a single second as you put on a cute summer dress, a pair of bow sandals, and pink panties that already had a little wet spot, because you couldn't help thinking about what Steve was going to do to you on your date.

Nothing happened for a long moment after you rang the doorbell, your nervousness heightening in fear of being ignored. But then the door opened and you lifted up your gaze to look at a tall, bulky blonde man in what could be only described as surfer's style attire.

His long, wavy hair matched that vibe as well.

"Well, hello there." He grinned. "Whatever you're selling, I'm buying two of it."

A small laugh escaped your lips, which seemed to make the huge hunk's smile widen.

"I'm- um, I'm supposed to meet Steve," you explained, clenching your fingers tighter around your purse.

"Ah, the five o'clock meeting he wouldn't disclose the details of. Come on in." The guy moved aside to let you pass. "He's finishing a previous meeting, but I'm sure he'll be happy to know you're already waiting."

He led you through the sunny house to an ajar door, through which you could hear scraps of conversation.

Steve's voice you recognized right away.

He spoke firmer than when he was talking to you, giving clipped commands and harsh critique. You'd never want him to use that tone with you.

"Your next meeting is here." Surfer guy simply walked inside the office.

He moved to take a seat in one of the chairs, while you stood there in the open door like a deer caught in headlights.

You felt like that, too.

Because the moment you stepped in the doorway of the office, your eyes landed right on Steve.

He was sitting behind a desk, his dark green shirt unbuttoned halfway and the sleeves rolled up. More tattoos were on display, as well a tiny glint of a golden chain around his neck.

His blue eyes zeroed in on you; his gaze moved up your body slowly, taking every inch as if he was already imagining every single detail of what he was going to do to you and how will you look taking it all.

Then his attention shifted to a group of men sprawled on a couch on the side of the office.

"Your incompetence made me late for my date." He said to them and there wasn't even a slightest hint of playfulness to his tone.

He made it sound as if they did a severe offence to him and he was a step away from making them pay for it.

You had no idea what line of work Steve dabbed in, but it sounded like a serious business with dire consequences. Now you felt like you were an intruder who should leave, or else Steve's annoyance will shift to you.

However, when Steve's eyes returned to you, the steely glint in them morphed into softness.

"Come here, Cherry," he slid his chair back and motioned for you to walk over to him.

Your heartrate quickened as you felt eyes on you when you fully stepped inside. You tried not to glance at any of the other men in the room, instead allowing Steve to hold your gaze and lure you into his flame.

You let out a surprised gasp when Steve pulled you into his lap the moment you rounded the desk.

One of your hands touched his chest as you braced yourself at the sudden change in position. Steve's skin was warm beneath your fingers, dark blonde curls of his chest hair tickling your palm slightly.

You quickly moved your hand away, embarrassed that you touched him so openly while strangers were watching.

Steve didn't seem to mind it. He took your hand and lifted it to his lips to brush a soft kiss on your knuckles. Then he placed your hand back on his chest, while his own landed on your thigh.

Unabashedly high, almost slipping beneath your sundress.

"You're exactly on time, Cherry. You really are a good girl, aren't you?" He mused quietly, squeezing your flesh.

"Yes, Steve," your gaze dropped down and you tucked in your chin.

Steve studied you for a moment longer then turned his attention back to the others in the room.

"You have your orders and you better follow them exactly." Cold edge of his voice made you want to bury your face in the crook of his neck to avoid his wrath.

"Thor, make sure they make no mistakes this time. Now leave. All of you."

You didn't lift your head even after you heard the last footsteps fading away, your gaze lingering on the twirls of ink on Steve's chest as your own heart hammered in your ribcage.

You were acutely aware there was just the two of you now left. And as much as it was what you wanted, your nervousness bloomed.

Steve cupped your chin and made you look up at him.

"I'm sorry for running late on our date, Cherry. I promise that what I have planned should make it up to you."

"But-" suddenly his charming smile twisted into a hungry smirk as both of his hands slid to your hips- "those imbeciles have worked me up and I need to take the edge off before we leave."

In a swift single move he hoisted you up onto his desk.

"With how stiff and shy you are on me now, I think you need to get off, too."

He spread your legs apart - not that you put up much of a fight - and moved his chair closer.

Steve flipped the skirt of your dress up and traced his fingers across the pink cotton of your panties. He pressed his thumb against your clit, right above a small wet spot of your arousal.

"I see you're eager for our date," he chuckled, rubbing your clit harder and watching the wet stain spread.

Your hands clenched on the edge of the desk when Steve pulled the fabric of your panties aside and inched his mouth closer.

"I bet you're sweet all over, sweet Cherry."

He took a taste with a swipe of his tongue, licking between your slick folds and flicking the tip over your clit.

Your hips bucked and your head fell back when he repeated the motion, this time in three rapid strokes. Then his mouth descended on you, biting into your pussy as if it was a juicy fruit.

You weren't sure if you came when his tongue flicked between your opening and your anus, or when Steve's mouth closed around your clit and sucked. Or maybe it was two orgasms melting into one.

Your eyelids were clenched shut and your head swimming when his fingers curled around the front of your neck. With a hand around your throat, Steve pushed you back until you lied down on the desk fully, while he stood up.

A clink of a buckle being undone reached your mushy brain and your eyes fluttered open. Just to see Steve pushing his zipper down.

His cock sprang free; big and thick and veiny.

Your cunt clenched, hungry to feel the stretch of him leave you sore again.

Steve pumped himself a few times before inching forward between your splayed thighs.

"W-wait," your hand reached up as last, barely functioning brain cells reminded you of something important.

Steve paused, as you asked, squeezing his shaft tighter. The sight of it made you drool, your thoughts threatening to melt away. But you managed to stay focused for a second longer.

"Condom. Do you have- can you put one on?" You asked, looking up at Steve with uncertainty.

You wanted him to use one, but you weren't sure if you'd really be able to stop it all if he refused to. You wanted him inside of you too much.

"Condom?" Steve quirked a brow in surprise, studying you.

"Yes, please. I'm not on birth control," you admitted, gulping nervously.

Steve's blue eyes darkened as your words sank in. He stepped closer, bare cock inches from your dripping, unprotected pussy.

"Sweet Cherry, you let me take your pretty, tight pussy raw, even though you could've ended up pregnant?"

His voice was a sinful temptation and his dirty words made your walls clench around nothing.

"Yes," you admitted, ashamed.

"Why, hm?" He resumed slow strokes of his cock as he put his other hand right above your pussy, spreading his fingers wide on your abdomen and dipping his thumb between your folds.

Because I wanted you so bad.

Because I needed you inside me at any cost.

Because I liked that you branded me with your cum.

Because I didn't care what you do to me as long as you kept doing it.

"I don't know." You bit your bottom lip. "I wasn't thinking about the consequences. I wasn't thinking at all. I just- I want to be responsible now."

"What a good, smart girl you are," Steve praised, brushing his thumb along your clit.

He reached into his back pocket and withdrew a short strip of foil packets. He ripped one open and rolled a condom on.

His hand returned to your throat as he pressed the head of his cock against your slick opening.

"We'll be responsible, Cherry," he leaned over you and kissed you softly.

"For now," he added in a dark rasp while thrusting deep into you.

And then he took you, with the same unrelenting force that left you boneless and moaning. Steve praised that you sounded sweet and needy; you thought you sounded more of a whore. You didn't care anyway, because the way he was making you feel was maddening good.

You came around him once, the second climax Steve forced out of you with a hand choking the air out of you and a pinch to your clit.

He finished with a groan; lips parted and face flushed, possessive glint in his eyes as he watched you twitch beneath him.

If he wasn't planning on keeping to his promise and taking you out on a proper, nice date, he wouldn't empty into the condom, but instead withdraw from your sweet cunt and come all over your pretty sundress.

But Steve was a man of his word.

So he tossed the used rubber into the bin, helped you clean yourself up, then readjusted your dress and helped your wobbly legs walk outside.

He could ruin you more when he took you back home later.

[luveline]

Hi! I seriously love the way you write parental relationships with kids. Not really sure if you’d be interested in this idea but would the reader ever need to pick up Roan from daycare when Eddie has to stay late at work?

hi! im so happy you do baby, thanks so much for your request! this was a great idea, you're a wonder ;) this one got really long by accident it's not my fault ♡ girl dad eddie x fem!reader

It's a desperate phone call. You just got home from work and you can hear the landline ringing as you open the door.

"Hello?" you ask, hooking the red plastic receiver between your cheek and your shoulder.

"Hey, it's Eddie!"

You could tell from the grinding sounds in the background. "Hey. Working hard or hardly working?"

Usually Eddie would laugh at your bad jokes. He might look all frosty and cool on the outside but he's not so tough on the inside, a veritable goodball through and through. It's easy to think of him blowing raspberries on Roan's tummy, their matching happy smiles.

"Did you hear me?" he asks.

"What?"

"I asked if you'd do me a favour."

"Sure thing," you say immediately. You ease your shoes back on. "What do you need?"

"Could you pick Roan up from daycare?"

You drop the phone and scramble to pick it up where it's swaying left to right. "Is everything okay?" you ask worriedly.

"Everything is fine! Well, everything sucks, but it's fine. They need my hands for something, 'n usually I'd ask Wayne to grab her for me but he's tied up." You blink. "It's okay if you can't," he adds. You think he might be saying, It's okay if you don't want to.

You grin. "I can get her no problem. Will they let me? Do I need to be on, like, a list?"

"I can call them first. You're sure you don't mind? You can bring her here-"

"Where? To the garage? Can't she just come watch movies with me?"

He clears his throat. "You want to?"

There's lots of things you could say here. Eddie, I adore her. Of course I want to. Or even, Eddie, I'm pretty sure I adore you, so I'd do it even if I didn't love her to pieces.

"I'd love to! We can have a princess party, and-"

"That sounds great, baby. Thank you." His tone is a tad strained.

"Oh, right. Finish your thing! I'll get in the car as soon as you go," you assure him.

"Thank you," he says again, and hangs up.

You let yourself in through the first door and approach the desk.

You drive down to the daycare and can't help thinking about how excited you are to see Roan. You hope she'll be excited in turn, and then you tell yourself off for entertaining the idea. You're not her mom, you're not her anything. You're barely Eddie's anything.

You're really hoping you will be.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Roan Munson," you say, nervous to talk to this lady you've never met before.

She squints up at you assessingly from behind a pair of bifocals.

"Eddie said he was gonna call."

"Nobody's called me," she says, monotone. "What's your name?"

You tell her your name. She says, "Uh-huh," like she couldn't believe you less and then clicks through a struggling computer, green light illuminating her face.

You twiddle your thumbs. You can hear the sound of kids playing behind the door but don't want to try peeking in case the lady thinks you're a freak.

Maybe Eddie's gonna call any second now and save you the awkwardness.

You open your mouth to reiterate when she hums. "Alright. I'll buzz you in."

She buzzes you in.

You're on the list. Eddie put you on the list.

You walk through the second door and spot Roan instantly, already dressed in her shoes, a chunky pair of black mary janes, and a sparkly red nylon jacket. Her curls are in frizzy braids, one hanging dangerously close to what looks like a pot of dirtied paint water.

The toes of your shoes hit the baby gate. The sound draws lots of attention, a bundle of kids all excited to see their parents and go home. Among them is Roan. Her eyes get wide and she smiles her lovely baby smile, hands paused where she'd been drawing a picture.

"Hey, princess," you say, not too loud as to disturb the workers but more than enough for her to hear you clearly. "You coming home with me?"

Rhetorical, obviously, but amazing to get to hear her say, "Yes! Yes, I'm come with you."

She strides to the babygate and lifts her arms. It's familiar now; while you haven't gotten any better at picking her up, you do it without thinking. You've barely wrapped your arms around Roan when a young man is passing you her backpack.

"Thank you," you say emphatically, not sure what to do with it. In the end you shrug it over your own shoulder.

Roan gives you a hug right there and then. She's all short limbs and extreme enthusiasm as she does, the paper in her hand smashed to your neck and the flyaways from her braids tickling your nose.

She so heavy. You can never get used to how heavy she is. You give her a great back-rubbing squeeze and then set her down. She isn't happy, but she doesn't get too mad, only pouts.

"You look like daddy when you do that."

"Where is daddy?" she asks.

You smooth down the lapels of her jacket. "He's at work with Uncle Wayne. But he sent me to come and get you. Does that sound okay?"

She shrugs. You shrug back at her because she's funny, and it makes you laugh.

"Yeah? I figured we'd go buy some candy and have a princess party." You whisper the last bit and watch awe slacken her face.

It quickly tightens. She screams and jumps at you, almost knocking you over in her rush to hug you.

It's a great feeling. You can tell why Eddie loves this part as much as he does.

You don't have a car seat for her so you decide you can walk the half an hour to your place. It feels long. You take pity on her little legs dragging halfway in and politely ask if you can carry her. She rests on the moving bump of your hip and answers questions about her day as best as she can, her drawing now safely tucked away in her mini backpack.

You stop at the small corner store on the way and let her fill a basket with drinks and chips and candy. All pink or purple, of course. Your princess party needs appropriate catering. There's a cheap tiara and wand set hanging on a rotating rack in the back and you add it as inconspicuously as you can to a growing heap of things so as not to spoil the surprise.

Carrying her and a grocery bag full of things is hard work but you don't mind, not when she's having such a great time. All she's done is chatter about princesses and her dad and you in varying arrangements and with varying passion.

"This is my house," you announce outside.

You let yourselves in, help her out of her shoes, and hold her hand as you climb the stairs together. Roan takes them one at a time. You don't suppose the trailer has as many.

"Good job, baby," you praise.

She gives you one of her more shy smiles and gets noticeably closer to your leg, almost clinging to you as you show her where the bathroom is and then your bedroom.

You don't quite have a princess bed, but you do have a lot of soft looking pillows. She squeals.

"You want to lie down?" you ask her knowingly.

Roan nods. You smirk and pick her up, rocking her back and forth as you count, "1, 2, 3," and toss her into your sheets. She lands with a roaring bubble of giggles and a poof of silken sheets.

You throw yourself down beside her.

She lolls her head to look at you. You share a private smile.

When Eddie finds you, it's in the living room. He'd knocked a couple of time and got no answer, had almost turned around to leave when he heard the TV playing a familiar princess song.

"Girls?" he asks, shocked at your sleeping figures.

Roan wears a cheaply made plastic tiara. Her shoes and socks are gone, her small legs and feet pushed out straight in front of her on the couch cushion. You have your legs kicked up on the coffee table and are surrounded by snacks, a plastic wind in one hand and Roan's hand in the other.

He weaves around discarded shoes and things and perches carefully on the coffee table next to your legs, freshly scrubbed hand reaching out to clasp your calf, rubbing up and down the length of it until you rouse from your dozing. Your hand tightens around his daughters. She's the first thing you check when you wake up.

His heart aches in the best way.

"Hey," he says, still rubbing your leg slowly.

"Hi, Eddie." You rub your face and sit up with a sigh, flopping over until your back is hunched.

Eddie chuckles under his breath and applies a little more pressure to his massage.

"That feels nice," you say through a yawn.

"I bet it does. Did you walk all the way here?"

You wipe your eyes with one hand and look at him through parted fingers for a moment. "Yeah," you confess sheepishly, dropping your hand. "I don't have a car seat."

His turn to be sheepish. "I'm sorry."

"No! Don't be, we," — you hold her hand like a trophy; his heart aches worse — "had a really good walk. Great arm workout. That's my exercise for the year."

He holds his hand out for your empty one. You pass it to him. "Mm," he hums skeptically.

You blink owlishly. "It's okay."

"Seriously, I had a great time. Um, Roan might be out of commission for a bit though. She did some intense jumping on the bed earlier. Oh, and I'm totally forgetting the best part, she..." You fade off as Eddie brings your hand to his mouth and kisses the back of it.

"I'm sorry you had to walk. I didn't think."

Eddie kisses the same spot and then let's it fall, rubbing the invisible mark with purpose. "Poor girls. I'll make it upto you," he promises.

"That's okay." You mean it. "I had a great time. She's- she's really awesome."

"Gets that from me."

"Sure does. Same as her bottomless pit of a stomach, and her moods, and her-"

"Okay, that's enough."

"-lovely good looks," you finish, eyebrows raising at the starts innocently. "What did you think I was gonna say?"

His laughter finally wakes Roan. She stretches out and mumbles dispassionately, grumpy to be pulled from sleep.

"Hey, princess," he says gently.

Though he feels bad for stealing your nickname, he can't not call her that when she's soft with sleep and wearing her cute crown. The fake pink gems shaped like hearts set in silver painted plastic adorning her inky curls may as well be real jewellery for how pretty she looks.

"Daddy," she cheers weakly, fatigue scratching her throat.

"Poor baby needs a drink," you say.

You're on your feet before Eddie can stop you. He watches you go. Roan climbs into his lap with a self-satsified noise, digging her face into his chest. He looks down at her and drops a handful of dainty kisses against her head.

"Did you have a good day?" he murmurs into her hair.

"Good day, daddy," she says agreeably, already falling back into sleep.

"Best day ever!" you say from the kitchen.

He tries not to feel too jealous and fails.

-

more of eddie and roan

[avenging-fandoms]

its the way i wanna have a matching tattoo with harry LMFAO god that'd be so cute

i got a tattoo on sunday so i feel v passionate about this (a matching one at that!)

-

“Are you sure you want to do this, Harry? This is permanent, forever and ever on you.”

Harry held his fiancé’s face and pecked your lips softly. “Well it’s a good thing I’m marrying you to be my wife forever and ever. I want to do this.” You lock fingers with Harry’s and kiss him softly.

Harry had a tattoo artist that came to the house and let you two get one wherever. Harry came outside with his guitar, sitting across from you and putting his feet on your chair next to your knees.

He started to play and hummed, that turned into mumble singing. “Hello?” Carrie called and you smile.

“Back here!” You lightly jog over and open the gate, greeting the tattoo artist with a hug and smile. Harry does the same, showing her where to set up. You all sat in your seats and Carrie added the stencil to the top of your ring finger.

“Got anything new, Harry?” Carrie asks, nodding towards his guitar and you smile at him.

“I’ll play you the one I wrote for my girl recently.” Carrie winked at you and you still blush like you two just met. He sang louder over the tattoo gun, neither Carrie or you mind. The tattoo was finished after 2 songs and you beam.

"Well, what do you think?" You ask, holding your hand out to Harry and his mouth closes. "Do you not like it?" You ask worrisome.

"Oh no, darling. Fuck, I love it, wait," He rests your fingers flat in his hands and takes pictures of the 'H' on your finger. "My turn." You kiss him a few times before he stands and sits in the tattoo chair. He got your initial tattoo on his ring finger.

Carrie finishes quickly and you gasp dramatically, holding a hand over your chest. "Oh my God! You're stuck with me forever." You smile and go over to where he stood, kissing him passionately.

"Harry?" Carrie said and he sat back down. "Actually, I think we'll have to take this inside." She suggests and you furrow your eyebrows.

"You're right. Honey, can you get a few things from Target please, maybe some food as well?" Harry pulls out his card and gives it to you. You narrow your eyes and take the card slowly.

"You're not about to cheat on me and bribing me with free reign in Target, are you?" You ask suspiciously and they both laugh.

"No, my love."

"Yeah, no worries girl, I'm not into people like Harry." Carries smiles and you nod with a little chuckle and blush from embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry.. I'll- yeah." You grab your things and leave.

You play your music and admire your new tattoo on your finger as your hand rests on the steering wheel. You go to Target and Harry texts you things he needs, the house needs, and ends the messages with, "And, of course, Whatever you want to buy. No is not in yours or mine's vocabulary. I love you peach."

You enter the store with a headphone in, grabbing a cart and putting your purse in the seat. You try to go towards the aisles of the things you need, but you got distracted. Clothes, bags, you were in heaven.

A long while later and a near cart full of stuff, you finally got what Harry needs and check out. You bring all the bags to the car and put it in the trunk, putting your cart in the corral because you're not an asshole.

You get in the car and pick up the food Harry ordered for the 2 of you, Carrie not wanting anything. You head home and Carrie was packing up her car as you pull into the driveway.

"Hey! Back just in time!" You smile and she closes her passenger door. "Do you need any bags in?" She offers and you wave your hand.

"Oh stop! You drive all the way to tattoo us and you want to also bring these bags in?" You two laugh. "No, thank you. I really appreciate it." She nods and we hug goodbye. You back into the garage and close the door once she leaves. "Harry? What did you-" He comes around the corner shirtless and your eyes land under his belly button, between his ferns; your birth flower. "Harry.."

Your voice was barely a whisper and you almost drop the food. You put all of your stuff on the counter and walk over to him, falling on your knees in front of him. Your hands held his thighs, his fingers combing through your hair as you look up at him. "You did this for me?" You ask as your eyes stay on his, lips dragging against the fern and stopping before the new tattoo.

"For only you." Harry gripped your chin and you smile, standing up and kissing him hungrily.

"Fuck, Harry." You mumble against his lips, gripping his hair.

"I love you so much, peach." You kiss him again and turn around, heading to the door that leads to the garage and his hand touches your back. "I can't wait to see you bought."

-

Your tattoos had finally healed and you now shared them with everyone on social media, Carrie respecting your guys' wishes of posting her shots of your tattoos until you guys did.

Harry wanted to post a picture of my birth flower, so you put your hand underneath the flowers as he took the picture, your fingers running over it and scratching it softly. "Naughty naughty." He teases, finger under your chin as he sits up to kiss you.

"I love this tattoo." You hum and kiss the flower gently, earning a groan from Harry's lips. His fingers comb through your hair and you kiss every line of the tattoos on his hips.

"Fuck, honey." You smile and crawl towards him, moving your face against his, nose brushing along the bridge of his.

"I love youu.." You sing and kiss the apple of his cheeks.

"I love you, my sweet girl." He held your jaw with both hands and kisses you, rolling on top of you.

"You have to get ready, Mr. Styles." You kiss him softly and sit up, running your hands up and down his chest, stopping at the tattoo and looking up at him. "What time do you have to be there?" You ask with your lips dragging down the skin on his neck.

Harry's fingers grip your thighs and you let out a whimper. "Whenever I fucking get there, they can wait."

[rosedere]

Murder Mountain

(Yandere Azul Ashengrotto x Afab Reader)

Modern AU

TW: Dark Content, Attempted Murder, Harassment, Non Con/Rape.

Part 1, Part 2 (You are here), Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Cross Posted on AO3.

Part 2 Summary:

Azul and you take a trip into the mountains; Little do you know Azul has his own agenda.

-

Can you take me to northern California

Where the grass is greener

Can you make me dissappear

Be my puppeteer

Don't you leave again

-

You really didn't expect to get this far

literally and figuratively.

Arriving at the gated estate full of pine trees and golden fences, on the tall menacing gate before you was a entry buzzer, roughly, you pressed the button, a ring resounding from the buzzer on the outside post was heard echoing around the woods.

You weren't expecting to immediately be let in, the dark metallic gates opening before you effortlessly.

Pausing you looked around cautiously; no way your boss just let you in.

But you couldnt back down now was what encouraged you to walk up the winding driveway leading past the numerous gardens and waterways connecting to a massive renaissance fountain in the center of the estate further back.

Keeping your eyes peeled for any witnesses it seemed his sprawling estate was deserted.

Only after a few more minutes of walking, you made it to the illustserous main house.

You knew him being a multi billionaire would entail a huge house, but not to the extent of having a house as big as a small town.

At the doorstep, you observed his three doorway poarch the doors were made of a see-through glass with frosted tint coating said doors. Being able to see the interior of his spiraling house with dark wooden floors and almost minimal walls but nothing more without walking up to the door to look in.

Taking note of the garage next to the doorway along with a ten foot tall ornamental tree, you notived the massive garage was open with a several expensive cars sitting there,ominously, lined up in order of price most likely.

Noting Azul was no where to be found you approached the door in the middle looking for, something, to announce your presence.

Finally you spotted a doorbell, quickly you went to where the smart doorbell was.

you had your finger extended but before you could ring he doorbell, a hand was firmly pressed onto your shoulder.

With a hard swallow, you retracted your hand.

Turning, you were met with your enemy.

Azul Ashengrotto.

"No need for that, I'm already ready to depart"

You only looked stoic at him.

"You said you'd be here 30 minutes ago," He replied in his usual business tone.

Azul was wearing an expensive camping long-sleeve shirt you'd seen at designer sports stores, almost as much as your rent was if you had to make a guess was what he wore on his body along with matching hiking khakis.

It almost seemed like he was dressed up for someone.

Other than that, he didn't look noticeably different from how you'd normally see him in the office.

Including his scowl that was practically oozing discomfort.

Focus (name).

"just traffic, the walk up from where I parked didnt help either," you shrugged hoping your answer would appease him.

Not like you cared for his response, though.

waiting for a snide remark about your outfit or about your flimsy excuse it was silent for way too long.

Looking over at your boss instead of seeing him disgusted you watched him look you up from head to toe.

"it seems you decided to dress more feminine today" azul smirked, "it looks good on you I can actually see your body more".

If only there wasnt so many cameras and possible witnesses out of sight...

Before you could stay angry however, he tossed you a black rectangular item, looking closer you realized it was a Electric car key.

Of course, he's rich enough to have a keyless car.

Azul walked off towards a car parked the furthest in the garage, looking in the back of the trunk you could see almost ten bags of god knows what stacked neatly in the deep truck.

Thank god he did; easier to hide your lucky bag.

You load your "bag" into his trunk with hesitancy, loading it into the back of the trunk so it won't be of note to him or anyone looking through the trunk if the worst case scenario occurs.

"Is that all you brought?" Azul abruptly says from behind you causing a flinch from you.

He probably only was watching to make sure you didnt steal his luggage.

"It didn't seem necessary to bring much," you murmured, closing the trunk you walked towards the drivers side.

You got inside as fast as you could to get in the car first and was about to put the key inside when you realized Azul was still outside.

He seemingly was looking through his luggage off course confirming your earlier suspicions.

Ignoring him, you looked for the start button eventually finding it next to the console.

Pressing the ignition button, a jolt of worry from this morning stung you.

Why was this going too well?

Does he know I'm going to get my long-desired revenge?

Maybe this is a set up he probably is going to lure me there and Jade and the police will be waiting to-

"Never driven a car like this before or what?" Azul mocked this from his side in the passenger seat as he started buckling himself in closing the door with a hard slam.

"It's automatic; all you do is press the screen twice, put your location in, and then you steer once every 30 minutes," he explained, idly combing his finger into his hair seemingly in his own little world.

You grabbed the steering wheel after you entered the directions to the campsite.

The mountain specifically.

"Now drive"

-

The first 2 hours of the drive, nothing eventful happened, which intensified your sense of dread that kept sticking to you.

You tried to preoccupy your mind with softball, Jade, and your boyfriend. Azul was lookingout the windows or would check his phone and fidget with it for moments at a time.

If you really focused on the winding roads that led the two of you deeper into the evergreen sea of trees, it almost felt like he wasn't there.

Until the beginning of hour 3.

You had been focusing on directing the bulky steering wheel getting it to turn on the windy passage up the mountain when you felt something weird.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Your hands around the steering wheel tightened.

Looking over pretending to fix the mirror was when you saw Azul.

Azul had been staring at you.

You looked again through your peripheral vision.

A pair of cerulean peered back towards you.

You had no idea what was behind his locked on stare, it was more annoying to you seeing him gawking at you if anything.

"You seem tired (name)"

Oh here it comes...

"Do you want me to drive?" Azul asked as he shifted his position from his seat.

He was now facing you directly with the same sickening look on his face to receive from someone who'd been cruel to you for so many years.

"Why do you ask Mr. Ashengrotto? We're almost there, but if you need to stretch, there's several rest stops and one gas station before we get to our destination," you gripped the steering wheel harder.

The mask is back on.

"Im merely suggesting so you can have enough..."

Suddenly his hands curled around your clothed thigh before vigorously kneading it.

"Energy for later," Azul smiled his gaze now looking up your side profile again.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine, Mr. Ashengrotto."

"Azul"

Azul then placed his hand onto your thigh giving it a gentle squeeze.

The discomfort was unbearable.

But you reassured yourself you had approximately 1 hour, 40 minutes, and 50 seconds to get ready for the next and last phase of your plan for revenge.

-

Out of the sea of evergreen trees you both found yourselfs surrounded by canyons and revines alongside occasional thick redwood trees and a few meadows scattered about.

10 feet to your destination.

A vast clearing overlooked a ravine, and behind the cute little wooden cabins lining the rough rocky road was a unmistakable towering mountain.

The oppressive nature it had was hauntingly beautiful; you had to admire it from all sides in your mind.

The familiar camping ground your company always had events at was finally right in front of you.

You awkwardly parked the car next to the first cabin reserved for Mostro Inc.

Furthest from all the cabins...

Turning the ignition off, Azul immediately got out and walked towards the cabin, stretching and eventually reaching for his phone to call someone you couldn't quite pick up.

Good. 

You watched him disappear, guessing Azul wanted to go to the cabin to see if it was to his taste.

Hastily, you popped the trunk and grabbed some of his bags, noticing most were arranged differently from before.

You knew he would scold you if he didnt have access to his bag for a few moments too long.

Grabbing the expensive hard case luggage two at a time you began to approach the open door.

Step

Step

Step

You entered the cabin to reveal it to be an ordinary cabin.

Definitely worn from the conditions it would face from various seasons, but it had a touched-up quality to it, with a very comfortingly decorated entrance way leading to a small kitchen and living room full of cute camping decorations reminiscent of a cozy fall cottage.

To the right was a presumed guest room, which only had a full-sized bed with a whole antique wardobe, a bedside lamp, and one small window. On the opposite side of the hallway was the actual master bedroom of sorts.

It had a queen-sized bed with a built-in closet and bathroom you were about to further inspect it when you unexpectedly caught him walking out of the bathroom.

With something in his hands, one hand had something that was reminscent of...

Personal lubricant the label read.

His other hand contained a few pills you didnt recognize.

Weird.

"Mr- I mean Azul. I have some bags here"

"I'm not sure if you want me to get the rest of your luggage or-"

You held up the luggage youd brought hoping you could dash away from whatever was happening in front of you.

"Of course" he briefly answered.

You rolled the luggage towards the door when Azul suddenly spoke.

"Actually, can you set those bags in the kitchen?"He pointed at the bags you had.

Y/N….

You thought you misheard him.

Flashing a smile you quickly walked away into the kitchen to set them by the wooden coffee table in the center of it.

You turned around to walk back out when your eye was caught on the two glasses set on the counter. It seemed as if whoever had stayed here last had left some items.

Immediately you realized what Azul was most likely doing, shaking your head in disgust at the thought of your boss using the cabins you all used as his personal getaway for his many women.

Trying to push the image of Azul having sex out of your mind you walked back outside, almost knocking yourself against the heavy lock that was on the door.

Rubbing the spot on your left side as you walked down the wooden steps to the car.

Step

Step

Step

Only about A few bags remain.

Cautiously walking inside, you didnt expect to see your boss in the kitchen. It seemed he didnt notice you enter or if he did didnt acknowledge you as you heard the sound of pouring fill the room.

The sounds of glasses and cutting was heard but grew distant as you continued into the master bedroom.

Placing the bags next to the bed you noticed he had left a box of chocolates next to the bed.

Most likely for him to eat by himself, you snickered before carrying on making sure to avoid the lock again, you carefully opened the door and noticed a slight hesitation on the door.

Weird.

Azul must be messing with it to make sure it locks. You couldn't blame him since, once again, he was the most expensive man in the world.

You grabbed the remaining bags.

Now is the time to act...

-

After carefully concealing your "bag,” you juggle it between the heavy luggage Azul had and prayed it was camouflaged enough, walking up the steps.

Step

Step

Step

Lock.

You leave the remaining bags in the master bedroom.

Only....

That feeling of extreme dread washes over you as you drop the last luggage onto the bed.

"Y/N, would you like a drink?”

Your eyes flicked to the glass he had in his hand; Cucumber water.

"I just wanted to turn a new leaf with you (name)"

Azul took a sip out of the glass in question.

"why dont we see this trip as a way to understand each other"

You still stared at him in disbelief.

Why now would he want to become friends or anything with you now?

"Sorry, I'm not really thirsty" you turned away from him picking your "bag" off the ground.

But before you could leave he blocked the doorway.

"Just a sip" he smiled.

You knew he wasnt asking anymore.

Gingerly you grabbed the glass before putting it to your lips, His eyes watching as you let yourself consume a little swig.

Weirdly enough, you were actually parched and the cucumber was refreshing. He did drink a little bit of it anyway so you knew he didnt do anything to poison you.

Azul was still standing before you waiting for you to take another sip of the liquid. Letting your lips touch the glass once more you drank eyeing him to see when he'd move.

Except he didnt move until you had downed the whole water.

"See that wasnt so bad (name)" he gingerly grabbed your glass before setting off towards the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes before taking the "bag" to the bedroom across. Leaving your bag ontop of the bed a wave of warmth wrapped around you.

The thrill of finally being able to inact your revenge was nearly through.

You unzipped the "bag" going through the motions of unzipping it.

Until you felt yourself suddenly lose control of your arms.

And then you passed out ontop of the bed next to your items.

-

You couldnt open your eyes but you could feel your bra being unclasped.

Someone was undressing you agonizingly slow.

You tried to move your hands only to feel them heavy. Not as if you were bound but you simply couldnt pick them up.

Using your strength you opened your eyes to see.

Azul.

And the now locked master bedroom before you.

[lightvixxen]

i will not leave you alone with my neighbor!robin thoughts…

(mainly just writing this down so i remember it when i have time to really write and i thought your inbox was a great place to leave this note 🤭)

anyway, thinking of a hot summer day on which your stupid car isn’t starting. you just wanted to head to the store and buy some refreshing drinks because the summer heat is nearly unbearable but guess what? your car doesn’t play along.

so, since you’re home alone and without the slightest idea on how to fix a car, you don’t have any other options but your neighbor.

when she opens the door, you’re immediately taken aback by her outfit: she’s wearing nothing but a sports bra and matching black boxers.

obviously now you’re like completely flustered and you can hardly get the words out. you just mutter an apology for disrupting her on a saturday morning and so on and so on…

but of course robin agrees to help you. (honestly how couldn’t she when her sweet neighbor rings her doorbell in such a cute, short summer dress?). tells you she’ll be there in a second.

well you wouldn’t have thought things would take this turn so quickly but not even 20 minutes later, you’re practically laying over hood of the damn car, robin towering above you. one leg still on the floor while the other is wrapped around robin. your summer dress is pulled up your legs while robin’s long fingers are buried knuckle deep inside you. the gate of your garage has been closed but with how loud your screaming, you’re scared your other neighbors might hear.

but who wouldn’t scream like that when robin is actively praising you for how pretty you sound?? telling you to moan some more for her while her fingers are fucking you: “does that feel good pretty girl…? yeah…? oh you like it when i touch you there..? yeah..? then let me hear it”

yeah that was it, have a wonderful morning 🫡

BUTTERFLIES just 😵‍💫 i wish my phone was charged so I had my reaction pics but just hvbibdskbkbk

[bad-fucking-omens]

The Witch Twin (Alec V. x OC) - Chapter 20 - Home

Summary: When I thought about my future, I was sure that I had the rest of my life vaguely planned out.

Then, my older sister moved up from Arizona to stay with us — and turned my entire life upside down.

I had no idea just how bad it had gotten until I was standing in a castle in Italy, convinced that I was about to die.

Length: 3.1K words (Complete fic 71.8K words)

Fic warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, explicit smut (M/F), referenced/implied past child abuse, emotional manipulation by sibling

Chapter warnings: Explicit smut [M/F, oral (fem receiving), P in V sex]

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20. HOME

Alec held my hand in his as we drove through the gates of Volterra, towards the rolling Italian countryside that surrounded the small city.

We were going to look at a couple nearby villas that Heidi had scouted for us. We had explained to her what we wanted in a home and she had compiled a list of ten villas for us to look at. Both of the villas we were looking at today were close to Volterra and fairly secluded, as they each came with a big estate that would not allow any humans to see or hear us from the boundaries of the property. Heidi had arranged for us to tour each property without a realtor and she had given us the keys yesterday.

We pulled up to the large, wrought iron gate that belonged to the first property we were touring. Alec quickly got out of the white Lamborghini he was driving to unlock the gate and push it open. He returned to the car and drove us up the long, smooth driveway.

“Oh, it’s gorgeous,” I breathed when the villa finally came into view.

The two-story, Renaissance era villa was made of a light beige colored stone and roofed with red terracotta tiles. There was a separate, smaller, one-story building that seemed to be a garage a bit further down the driveway. The grounds that surrounded the house consisted of a neatly trimmed lawn and, beyond that, lots of trees that would provide us even more privacy.

Alec parked the car in front of the villa and we got out. We walked towards the large, double doors of the front entrance. Alec unlocked them and pushed the door open, gesturing for me to enter the villa first.

The interior of the villa was mostly modern, though it was clear that whomever had updated the villa had tried their best to keep the original walls and architecture — old wooden beams crossed along the ceilings, the walls were a cream-colored stucco, and the floors were made of a dark grey, polished stone.

The foyer that we had stepped into allowed us to see up to the second story, which was lined with a wrought-iron railing that also lined the staircases on either side of the mezzanine.

“It really is beautiful,” Alec murmured softly as we moved to the living room, which was to the left of the foyer.

Bright sunlight poured into the room from the tall arched windows that stretched almost the entire height of the walls. The room was decorated with modern, light-grey, plush couches, a matching armchair, and a large oak coffee table. A stone fireplace was on one of the interior walls, with beautiful, Renaissance paintings hanging on either side of it. An ornate, iron chandelier hung from the ceiling.

“There’s so much light.”

I stepped into one of the sun spots. Thousands of tiny rainbows scattered across the walls and floor of the room from my crystalline skin.

Alec wrapped his arms around my waist. “I wish we never had to hide. . . . I wish I could show you the world without having to hide under clouds or in the middle of the night.”

I leaned back into him and replied softly, “I don’t care how I see the world — in sunlight or darkness. As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be perfectly happy.”

He huffed out a soft laugh, then pressed a kiss to my cheek. “You’re adorable and incredibly sweet.”

We stood there for a few more moments, simply soaking up the sun and each other’s love. Finally, we broke apart and began to tour the other rooms.

The room that led off from the other side of the foyer was a library the size of the living room. Every wall was lined with expensive, dark oak bookshelves that were currently empty. The plush carpet that covered the floor was a light grey that matched the curtains that hung over the tall, arched windows. Two very comfortable-looking, brown, leather armchairs sat in front of the windows with a small side table placed between them.

There were two more rooms on the first floor. One was an office that had a single wall lined with bookshelves, and a beautiful view to the grounds behind the house.

The other room was a large bedroom that had an ensuite bathroom and a walk-in closet that was nearly double the size of the one we had at the castle. The floor of the bedroom was made of the same dark stone as most of the villa. A king-sized bed was pushed up against one of the walls, beneath a large, horizontal window. A single glass door led out to the back of the patio.

We stepped through the door onto the patio. A large pergola covered the patio, its wooden beams wrapped in fragrant honeysuckle that kept the area well shaded. Two cream-colored couches that were meant to be out in the mild Italian weather were arranged in an L-shape around a white marble table. The tiled patio extended beyond the pergola and surrounded a large, rectangular pool.

“Mm, that pool would definitely get a lot of use,” I commented, throwing a smirk over my shoulder at Alec.

“Oh, is that so?” he replied, a smirk curling on his own lips as he approached me. Alec set his hands on my hips and pulled me back against his chest.

“Mhm,” I hummed and leaned into his touch. I enjoyed teasing him. “I mean, I doubt either of us will be able to keep our hands off each other when all we’re wearing is a swimsuit . . . or nothing at all.”

“Fuck.” Alec’s grip on my hips tightened. I could feel him start to harden as he pressed closer to me.

I giggled as I stepped out of his grasp, leaving him groaning. I turned and walked backwards towards the house.

“Come on, love. We’ve still got the second floor to see.”

Alec rolled his eyes, though he followed me back into the house. I reached out and snagged his hand in mine. He linked our fingers together and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

There were three rooms on the second floor. Two of them were bedrooms that looked nearly identical to each other, with tall, arched windows and glass doors that led out to the balcony they shared. There was a shared bathroom between the bedrooms.

The third room was a home theater. A large projection screen covered one of the walls, and two rows of couches were lined in front of it, the second row about half a foot higher than the front row.

Alec leaned close to whisper in my ear, “We could put a bed in here. . . . Could cuddle together while we watch a movie or something. . . .”

“I’m sure cuddling would be all we would be doing,” I replied sarcastically. Alec nipped my shoulder teasingly and I laughed.

“We could turn the two extra bedrooms into something other than bedrooms,” he suggested.

“Like what?”

“Whatever we want. A game room, another library, an art studio.”

I leaned into his side and said softly, “I think I’d like an art studio.”

He hummed and pressed another kiss to my cheek. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

“You’re so sweet to me,” I said, turning to face him. Alec grinned and held me closer to his chest when I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t want to look at the other house. I want this one.”

“Whatever you want, princess.”

“Are you sure? It’s your house, too.”

Alec chuckled. “You forget how long I’ve been alive, love. They’ll all look mostly the same to me. As long as you’re happy with the house, that’s all I care about.”

I stood on my toes to kiss him fiercely. Alec laughed when we broke apart. He gently brushed my hair behind my ear and stared down at me with a soft smile. There was so much love in his gaze that it sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach.

“I’ll tell Heidi to tell the realtor that we want this one,” he said. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to close within the next couple weeks and then it will be all ours.”

“We’ll finally have somewhere to escape to whenever we want to be all alone.”

“Our escape from the real world,” he said with a smile.

I kissed him one more time before we finally headed back down the stairs and out of the house.

I sat lightly on the hood of the Lamborghini as I watched Alec lock the house back up. I leaned back, pressing my hands against the warm metal when Alec turned around. I smirked when I saw him pause in his step for a moment when he saw me. I watched his crimson eyes drag along my body before he looked up again.

He walked slowly towards me and, when he reached me, gently pushed my legs apart so he could stand between them. Alec leaned down over me, his lips barely brushing mine as he breathed, “If I remember correctly, I promised to make up for our interruption yesterday.”

“You did,” I said.

My eyes flicked up to meet his. I could still see the unconditional love in his ruby irises, but it was quickly becoming clouded with lust.

Alec pressed his lips to mine and my eyes fluttered shut. I wrapped my arms around his neck, one hand drifting up to card through his curly hair. Alec leaned down over me, forcing me to lay back on the hood of the car.

One of his hands trailed down my side until he reached the hem of my white sundress, which he hurriedly pulled up so it was bunched around my waist. He groaned when his hand slipped between my thighs.

“No panties, princess?” he breathed against my mouth. He circled his fingers lightly around my clit and my breath hitched in my throat. “You had this all planned out, didn’t you?”

“It’s been too long,” I replied, tugging at his hair. “I’ve missed you, Alec.”

He hummed and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I know, princess, I know. I’ve missed you, too.”

My mate trailed kisses along my cheeks and down my neck. When he reached the neckline of my dress, he gently slid the straps down my arms and pulled the dress down below my breasts. His mouth traveled across my chest and I moaned when he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples. My fingers tightened in his hair as he teased the sensitive bud with his teeth. His hand had wandered back between my thighs and he gently rubbed my clit again.

“Alec,” I whimpered. “Please.”

He laughed against my chest. “Easy, sweetheart. I just wanna take my time with you. . . . You deserve to be savored, Eve.”

Alec ran his tongue slowly up through the valley between my breasts. I shuddered at the feeling, arching my back. Alec’s fingers slipped away from my clit to gently press into me as he sucked a hickey onto my neck.

“Oh,” I gasped.

My hand slipped down to grasp the hair at the back of his neck. Alec groaned against my throat as I tugged at his hair. He moved his mouth up to my jaw and kissed my lips again. Eventually, my lips parted and his tongue pushed into my mouth. Our tongues slid together slowly, our makeout languid and lazy. I had to admit that Alec had a point — it was so much better to savor the moment than rushing through it.

Smoldering fire trailed everywhere that his skin touched mine. I could feel the reverence and affection he had for me in every touch, in every kiss. I hoped that he felt just as loved as I did at this moment.

“My sweet girl. . . .” Alec bit my lip gently. “Stay just like this for me. Don’t move.”

I nodded and he kissed me one more time before he made his way back down my neck. I groaned, tilting my head back against the hood of the car. I felt Alec smile against my skin as he continued to kiss a path down my chest and stomach.

He pushed my dress up again as he knelt on the ground, between my legs. He brushed his lips lightly across my inner thighs, still slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of me. Alec scraped his teeth gently against the sensitive skin of my thigh. My breath caught in my throat as my stomach fluttered with pleasure.

Finally, Alec ran his tongue through my soaked folds. A breathless gasp left my mouth and I arched my back as he locked his lips around my clit, gently sucking on the small bundle of nerves.

‘You taste heavenly, princess. Absolutely divine.’

A shiver ran through my body as Alec’s words echoed through my mind. I sucked in a breath and let it out shakily as he ate me out, using his skilled mouth and fingers to bring me closer and closer to the edge. I moaned out his name and reached down to tangle my hand in his hair once again. He groaned against my pussy.

‘Close, princess?’ he asked in my mind when my moans picked up and I began moving my hips into his movements.

“Yes,” I breathed.

‘Cum for me, then, sweet girl.’

Alec curled his fingers inside of me and I finally fell off the edge. I gasped as my back arched again and my pussy fluttered around his fingers. He groaned, nuzzling against the inside of my thigh. My entire body tingled warmly as my orgasm ran through me.

When I finally started to come down from my high, I noticed that Alec was pressing soft, feathery kisses to my thigh. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me and I whined softly at the loss. He rested his head against my thigh and smiled at me.

“Ready for me, love?”

“Mhm,” I hummed. “C’mere and kiss me.”

Alec laughed softly and pulled off his shirt as he stood again. Then, he leaned down over my body to press his lips to mine. I lazily wrapped my arms around him and pressed my tongue into his mouth. I moaned when I tasted myself on his tongue.

He reached between our bodies and shoved down his jeans and boxers. He grasped himself in his hand and moved so that the tip of his cock was just resting between my slick folds. I shivered as anticipation built in my stomach.

Alec finally thrusted slowly into me. We both moaned, our kiss breaking as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck as he bottomed out inside me. I curled my arms around him tightly. I loved feeling his body on top of mine and his cock inside of me. 

‘You feel so good wrapped around me, princess.’

I groaned. I dragged my nails across his back as he began to slowly thrust into me. Alec brushed his lips against my neck, right over the silvery, scarred bite mark that remained from my transformation. A soft moan fell from my lips. He knew that spot was particularly sensitive for me.

“My perfect, sweet girl,” he murmured against my skin. Alec rubbed his hand along my thigh, gently gripping it and moving my leg so that my knee hooked on his hip, which allowed him to thrust even deeper.

I groaned and tipped my head back against the car. “Fuck.”

Alec huffed out a strained laugh against my shoulder and nipped at my skin. “Tell me how good you feel, love.”

“Feels so good, Alec,” I whispered. “Perfect. . . . You’re perfect. . . . I love you.”

Alec groaned and kissed me fiercely. His gentle grip on my thigh tightened as he fucked me harder and shoved his tongue in my mouth. I gasped into the passionate kiss and scratched my nails across his back.

A few moments later, I came for the second time. My back arched up, my head tipped back, and I clung tight to Alec as wave after wave of intense pleasure flooded my body.

Alec followed me quickly off the edge, moaning as he thrust as deep as he could. His hips stuttered slightly and his cock twitched as he filled me with his seed.

I watched him with half-open eyes, slowly and lightly dragging my nails along his bare sides. He shivered at my touch before he looked at me. He kissed me again, this time all soft and sweet, before he rested his body on top of mine. I giggled quietly and reached up to brush my fingers through his messy curls.

“Well, I think I made up for our interruption the other day,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “You certainly did.”

I lifted my head up slightly to press a kiss to his forehead. Alec hummed quietly. His eyes fluttered shut as he rested his head on my chest. I laid my head back on the hood and closed my eyes, continuing to card my fingers through his hair.

“I love you so much, Eve,” he whispered. “So beautiful and smart and sweet and perfect.”

My heart swelled with love and I said softly, “I love you more than anything, Alec.”

Alec rested his hand on my side, his thumb just below the curve of my breast. He slowly swiped his thumb along the soft skin on the underside of my breast and I moaned lightly.

This was one of the few private moments that I wished time slowed down so we could remain in our own little world for just a while longer. We were entirely alone and basking in the afterglow of amazing, passionate sex and soaking up all the affection and love we had for each other.

A few more minutes passed before Alec sighed and reluctantly said, “We should head back to the castle.”

I frowned, but nodded in agreement. He carefully lifted himself off of me, but before he fully stood up, he bent his head down to kiss me. I smiled when he finally pulled away and Alec laughed.

He pulled his clothes back on, then offered me his hand to help me sit up. I let him pull me up and he kissed my forehead, his hand caressing my cheek lovingly.

My smile grew even bigger when he began to fix my sundress for me. He gently pulled the dress back over my breasts and slid the straps up onto my shoulders again. He pulled down the fabric that had been bunched up around my waist, smoothing his hands over it to ensure that it all fell back into place. He even knelt down and strapped my heels back onto my feet. Alec pressed a gentle kiss to my knee before he stood up again.

“Ready, my love?”

“One more kiss and I will be,” I replied with a teasing grin. Alec smirked and rolled his eyes, then kissed me again. When we broke apart, I said, “Let’s go.”

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Lovely 1908 Craftsman home in Los Angeles, California. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mint green Craftsman. The home has 2bd  3ba & is listed for $1.275M.

There’s a spacious living room with the typical bookshelves and windows flanking the fireplace. They have painted the fireplace a lively turquoise and white. Look at the ceiling. Isn’t that beautiful? 

Look at the columns- they’re not the usual Craftsman style b/c of the gold Greek style caps. I wonder if those are original. I wish they didn’t paint the beams the same color as the ceiling.

On this wall is large built-in, but I wonder why that recessed arch is there. I’m thinking that they built-in may have been added. 

The kitchen is very plain, has minimal cabinetry and a sort of industrial vibe.

This room off the kitchen may have been a pantry, but it’s been turned into a wood working shop.

There is also a door to the back yard and a laundry room.

Bedrooms and baths are off this red hallway.

The main bd. is large, and has a faux cement look. I don’t know why they would removed the closet doors. 

The updated bath has a modern clawfoot tub.

The 2nd bd. is nice.

And, it has a cool matching bath.

The 3rd bd. is being used as a home office.

Nice big pati in the back, plus a 1 car garage.

There’s also a nice lawn and gardens.

Side entrance to the home.

I think that this is a vintage planter.

The property is also gated. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2035-W-29th-Pl-Los-Angeles-CA-90018/20591630_zpid/

[jimothy-hopkins]

Meddling Kids XI

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Guess who got her motivation back?

Gary lounged out on Jimmy’s bed, arms resting on either side of his head with his feet barely hanging off the bed. He sighed, turning his head to watch Jimmy, who was busy drawing something in his spare notebook.

“I’m bored,” he mentioned.

Jimmy glanced over. He thought for a moment. Jimmy had barely done anything fun in the past month or so. Sure, he’d been going on one too many misadventures. Those always wound up in some danger. Hell, they’d stumbled across an entire snuff film and what was a possible drug cartel. He still woke up in cold sweats from the intense nightmares of Alice Cuellar being brutally tortured. He felt like a criminal for just having seen it.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Jimmy replied.

“So where are we going?” Gary raised his scarred brow, rolling on his side.

“Carnival put your shoes on,” Jimmy replied as he closed his sketchbook and sat up to grab his sneakers.

“Oh, so a date? You’re so bold, Jimmy-boy,” Gary grinned as he double-knotted his doc martens.

“Shut up,” the ginger scoffed as he opened the door.

The two made their way out of the boys’ dormitory. It was already pretty late, but thanks to the start of daylight savings time, they could still see the sun. Jimmy grabbed the keys to his bike garage and opened it, choosing his fastest bike to drag out. He got on and ushered Gary to step on the back pegs before Jimmy pedaled down to the carnival.

Gary sighed, tilting his head upwards to breathe in the crisp spring air. He held Jimmy’s torso for support as they zipped through the streets. He really did need this. The last few weeks had weighed heavy on him, especially running into Daniel. The fucker acted like he didn’t even know him. What was his problem? Had Leo’s death fucked him over so bad he forgot Gary completely?

He just sighed and rested his face on Jimmy’s shoulder. He watched the gray-colored waves of Bullworth Bay sprawl across the sand, creating the illusion of a depressed beach.

That’s when Jimmy got the bright idea to speed up out of nowhere as they hit the drop to the carnival. Gary yelped as he squeezed Jimmy.

“What the fuck was that for? You almost gave me a heart attack, moron!” Gary yelled as he stepped off Jimmy’s bike pegs.

“Cause It was funny,” Jimmy grinned as he locked his bike up.

Gary rolled his eyes as he and Jimmy approached the gate, paying their admission tickets to walk in.

Of course, the first thing they did was go to the thriller rides. Those roller coasters whipped and spun around so fast and so hard that Jimmy wondered how they didn’t get whiplash. The carnival had many new additions this year regarding rides and attractions. It was a lot more fun than riding the same three rides every single time. So far, Gary and Jimmy had ridden the Twist-A-Whirl, the Freak Out, Ring Of Fire, the Yo-yo, and Silver Bullet. Surprisingly Gary had only gagged up once during their little adventure, much to Jimmy’s relief. He’d never forget how Gary puked on him on the roller coaster last October. Yuck.

“Can we do something else now?” Gary asked as they walked around aimlessly.

“Wanna play a carnival game?” Jimmy asked.

“Sure, I bet I can win more prizes,” Gary smirked, running off to the nearest game booth he saw.

Jimmy shook his head, bounding after his scraggly friend to go kick his ass in some silly carnival games.

They went through a few silly games like ring tosses, darts, pellet rifles, the dunk game, and the strength test.

Their final game was going to be a little water gun game. So far, they’d been evenly matched in price winning. Jimmy won two little keychains, and Gary scored a dumb squeaky horn purely meant to annoy everyone within their vicinity, along with a giant snake stuffed animal.

They sat, paying their money as other people sat to also play a round. Gary licked his lips and teeth, hoping to break their tie and give Jimmy some embarrassing gift. Unfortunately, Jimmy also had the same mindset ahead of him.

As soon as the bell rang, they lined their water guns and started to fill the tank to raise the hung stuffed animals. Gary’s hands trembled, sending his aim off. Just like that, the water cut off, and Jimmy won.

“Congrats, kid! Pick your prize!” The elderly carny smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll take that My Little Pony stuffed animal,” Jimmy shrugged.

The carny gave an odd look but used one of his hooks to grab the pony off the rack and handed it to Jimmy. “Have fun, kid.”

Jimmy nodded and turned to Gary, handing him the plush. He always found those ponies creepy.

“Seriously?” Gary grimaced.

“Take it or leave it,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, moron, how about the Ferris wheel?” Gary asked, tucking the bedazzled pony under his arm.

Jimmy shrugged, so Gary could only take it as a yes. The pair walked to the slow-moving attraction and coughed up the cash required before stepping into a capsule. They sat adjacent, looking at the horizon as the ride began to move.

“I hope we don’t get stuck at the top,” Jimmy looked down.

“Why? Scared of heights, James?” Gary teased.

“Shut up.”

Gary moved closer, now right beside Jimmy. He quickly began to nudge and push him. Jimmy glanced over,

“What are you poking me for? You’re rocking the cart dickwad!” Jimmy said, slapping Gary’s arms away.

“So what?” The scar-faced boy laughed.

Their miniature slap fight continued, and small chuckles and playful insults were exchanged.

A sudden impulse took over, and Gary grabbed his face and went in for a kiss.

Now Gary had never kissed anyone before, not even his own mother. He hated almost all types of physical affection, yet Gary chose to go in for a kiss.

Jimmy flinched in surprise but quickly caught on and pulled Gary in. The kiss was brief, but it held passion. More passion than it should’ve. So when Gary realized what he was doing, he pulled himself off of Jimmy and sat at a distance.

“Wow,” was Jimmy’s only response.

He hadn’t even realized they were at the apex of the wheel. The sun was now fully set. The whimsical lights danced and provided a colorful display around them. Gary looked away, taking a moment to process his actions and catch his breath. He felt like he was living in a teenage dream or nightmare.

Not another was exchanged between them when the ride descended. What was there to talk about? Gary wanted to punch himself. He was letting this new kid get too close. They’d made a friendship over the trauma they went through in the past three months. Dr. Bambillo would flip his shit if he knew.

They walked side by side, exchanging silent glances over the loud whirring of rides and screams of people.

“Hey Jimmy! Over here!” A voice called.

Gary looked over his shoulder.

It was Donald Anderson dressed up like the circus puked on him. He was standing at the front of an attraction with the word ‘Headspin’ written above it. Purple and red lights flickered sporadically, making it appear like a sick fever dream.

“Wanna try our new haunted house? The nerds and theatre kids are all working on it!” He explained in a psyched-up manner.

“Sure, don’t see why not,” Jimmy shrugged, walking through with Gary behind him.

Most of the scares weren’t really eventful. If anything, Jimmy just said hello, since most of them were their peers. Gary didn’t take much interest in the attraction either. He did hold his stuffed pony a few times, though.

They turned down a darker hall that led them to a hall of mirrors. Gary and Jimmy shuffled around, occasionally bumping into their reflections and swearing.

Gary looked over his shoulder, catching movement in the darkness of his peripheral.

“What was that?” He asked out loud.

“What was what?” Jimmy replied.

“I saw something.”

“Yourself?”

“No, someone else.”

Gary whipped around, the color draining from his face. Behind Gary was a tall man dressed in a sick imitation of John Wayne Gacy’s Pogo the Clown. The clown held a bat wrapped in barbed wire and covered in what Gary hoped was fake blood.

Jimmy didn‘t even think twice before grabbing Gary and running in the opposite direction. They could hear the heavy footsteps tailing them with the most bone-chilling laughter echoing down the hall of mirrors.

They escaped the mirror hall and dodged behind a doorway into another room. Gary held his hand over his mouth to calm his breathing. He looked over to Jimmy, whose hands clutched the splintered rotten wood of the wall. Gary didn’t think he was capable of expressing that amount of terror.

His head snapped over, hearing the slight pang of metal on metal. Gary’s gut dropped, watching as another clown in the likeness of Pennywise approached with a machete.

“FUCKING GO, MORON!” He yelled, shoving jimmy out of the doorway.

They screamed, begging for help as they dodged obstructions in their path and dove through the cluttered, run-down rooms of the house. Gary kicked a foldable table out of his way, finding furniture stacked against an exit door.

“Come and help me, moron!” Gary demanded as Jimmy quickly came to aid him in deconstructing the barricade.

Quickly, they managed to shove the door open and run out, escaping to the bright area of the carnival. Gary shuddered as he tailed Jimmy, heart beating out of his chest. That haunted house was no joke.

Jimmy scanned the area, finding Donald once more. He walked up to the nerd and snatched him by his collar, holding him in a vice grip.

“What the hell, man? You need to get those clown guys in check!” He yelled.

Donald blinked, dumbfounded.

“Jimmy, we don’t have clowns.”

[synthy-sizer]

It's a much longer walk to the rocket launch pad than it was to the radio tower. Even with the radio tower being tucked away, the difference between that and the launch pad is astronomical. But you suppose it makes sense. The sheer amount of noise, shaking and smoke generated by a rocket launch would be quite the disruption. Heresy told you the basics. Oddly, it was built underground with a door that opens at ground level to allow the rocket a clean escape. Apparently they had to build massive tunnels in 4 directions to funnel the smoke away through vents on the surface. You were a bit nervous about the decay of the building, but she said it should be fine. Practically any structure attached to the Lunar megastructure will survive longer than normal ones. As you approach, you notice the first thing Heresy mentioned you would see; a large metal door in the ground. This is hardly the hatch that had tormented you just a few weeks ago, though. It must be the size of a small house. The thick, rusting metal is split down the middle, and stepping on it experimentally tells you just how thick and sturdy it is despite exposure to the elements. A bolt cutter definitely wouldn't break through this.

You walk around the perimeter. Heresy said that the entrance probably wouldn't be as obvious as it once was, but that there should be traces of a path inside. You keep walking and walking, and looking out into the grassy plains around you, and suddenly something catches your eye. You walk towards it and confirm your suspicions. It's the decaying and overgrown remains of an asphalt road. It looks far different from anything you have in the barracks, er, your neighborhood. You're far more used to gravel. You trudge over to, and stand upon, the old road. It feels strange under your feet. You feel as though you're standing on cursed ground. Turning back to face the massive door, you suddenly notice what Heresy was talking about. The road angles downward into an arched tunnel that leads down into the darkness. But even in the dark you recognize the unmistakable red color of the code red lights. Somehow despite seeing it several times now, you can't help but feel uneasy around the red glow. But you press forward anyway.

…

You are standing in the TUNNEL. It's dark, and you're barely illuminated by dim red lights. The tunnel goes FORWARD further than you can see. Heresy said there would be a door at the end, so you suppose you have to trust her. To the right, there's a SECURITY GATE.

Look at tunnel>

There isn't much you can see in the darkness, but you can faintly make out the shapes of sirens similar to what was in the hatch. They probably serve the same purpose.

Look at security gate>

You press your face and hands against the metal grate of the door. The space the gate is blocking looks like some kind of garage. You can see the faint silhouettes of VEHICLES of some sort in the dim red light.

Look at vehicles>

They don't look like anything you've ever seen. You're used to lightweight electric pickup trucks and carts, but these look monstrous in comparison. They're huge, heavy, and have thick armor plating on them. You don't like the look of them.

Go forward>

You can't seem to get into the garage, so you walk forward. It's quite a long tunnel, but eventually you see something that doesn't match the view you've had so far. As you get closer you realize this must be the end of the tunnel. There's a DOOR attached to the wall, with a red cage lamp glowing red above it.

Look at door>

Like everything else you've seen in these Apollo facilities, the door looks sturdy and heavy. You doubt you would be able to shove it open.

Open inventory>

[Inventory]

Bolt cutters

Knife

Map

Keyring

Equip keyring>

You pull the keyring out of your bag and start sifting through KEYS. There has to be something that will work here.

Use keys on door>

After sifting through the keys and not finding anything with a clear label, you resign yourself to just putting every key into the door one at a time. It takes a few minutes of idle testing but eventually one turns smoothly. You test the doorknob and the door swings open.

Go inside>

You're surprised by what you see behind the door. It appears to be some kind of control center. The room is curved, and has large windows facing inwards towards the center of the large metal door. There's COMPUTERS, MONITORS and all kinds of strange DEVICES covering every surface of the desks. It looks like at least a dozen people were meant to work here at a time. Frustratingly, the windows don't give you much of a view of anything, since it seems as though there's metal plates directly behind them. The lights are red here, too.

Look at computers>

The computers seem just so functional as any others you've seen. Maybe you can use one to get instructions from Heresy.

Use computer>

The applications are familiar to you at this point. The INSTANT MESSENGER stands ready.

Use instant messenger>

HERESY's name is at the top of the list. She must have added herself as a new user to make sure she can help you.

Talk to Heresy>

[HERESY is ONLINE]

Launchpad: I made it.

Heresy: Sofia, good to see you made it inside.Heresy: Does the rocket look ok?

Launchpad: I can't tell…Launchpad: It looks like the windows are blocked

Heresy: Ah yeah, those are the blast doors

Heresy: Since they needed the observation deck to be so close to the launchpad…

Heresy: They would close the blast doors to protect themselves during launches.

Heresy: There should be a switch somewhere that will open them.

Launchpad: Where do I look?

Heresy: Look up near the top of the windows.

Heresy: That's where the control switches should be.

You stand up from the desk.

Look around>

The whole place is in shambles. You're tampering with science way above your pay grade now. You doubt you could make heads or tails of any papers stacked up on the desks. But overhead there are indeed CONTROLS on panels attached to the ceiling.

Look at controls>

There's a wide array of switches and buttons. Several have clearly designated labels; BLAST DOORS, LIGHTS, MAIN DOOR and TUNNELS.

Use blast doors>

You flick the switch and, surprisingly, the metal slabs slowly lift away from the windows with a loud metallic creak and groan. You can see outside the windows now, but it's too dark to take advantage.

Use lights>

You flip the switch and one layer at a time, large spotlights flick on, starting from the bottom and moving up. You're immediately blown away by the sheer scale of the space. It's gargantuan. Huge supports stand at the sides, mounted to the walls. Cranes and vehicles sit idly around, with more than enough space to drive. In the center sits the ROCKET itself. It's incredibly impressive and by far the biggest structure of its kind you've ever seen by a landslide.

Look at rocket>

The rocket is a rounded conic tube painted black and white. It seems like it lacks any kind of windows. It's mounted to the support frame on the walls and seems to have some kind of ELEVATOR attached to it.

Look at elevator>

The elevator is embedded into the wall and attached to a hatch on the side of the rocket via a narrow catwalk attached to it. It looks detachable, which stands to reason.

Use main door>

You flick the switch and hear an earth-shattering series of mechanical noises. The split sides of the door detach from each other and slowly start to slide apart, eventually fully embedding into the internal mechanisms and stopping with a loud clunk. Light shines into the space for the first time in what must be many years. Dirt and debris tumbles into the new void. It's a strange feeling.

Use tunnels>

You flick the final labeled switch and take note of 8 large blast doors at the bottom of the wall that start opening. They must be the tunnels that vent the smoke and fire from the launch to keep the whole thing from going up.

It seems like that's all you can do to prepare the launch for now. You should talk to Heresy.

Talk to Heresy>

NEXT

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[acertainmoshke]

I don’t have any sort of plot in mind, but my mind gifted me a new setting idea as I was fixing up my house.

There is a house. It was built in 1917, in the same manner as any other house, but they wouldn’t know this for a long time. They’re very first memory is waking up in this house, in a soft bed in the attic, in 1920. They didn’t know the year. The house was in a small town that didn’t get a newspaper until 1935, so until then all they knew was the house. There were books to read—though nothing about their situation—and a fireplace and all the food they needed. Milk appeared daily inside the side door, just as fresh ice appeared in the icebox and food in the cupboards. It didn’t clean itself, but everything replenished.

It was a lovely, comfortable house. It even updated to match newer technology and availability, most notably in 1935 when a daily paper began to appear by the front door, in the 80’s when a computer appeared on the desk in place of the typewriter they never used, and then around 2010 when a smartphone was suddenly charging by their bed. They themself a name and they sang sometimes, to themself or with music, but never had cause just to speak.

It was a lovely house with everything one needed. But the doors didn’t open. The front, side, and garage doors were all permanently sealed. The back door might open, sometimes, but the yard gate was locked and the fence unclimbable. The windows opened, but only to a 45 degree angle. They wouldn’t shatter or break. No one passing in the street seemed to notice if they called out.

So it just follows this line person who appeared trapped in a house for 100 years, but the house updates. The TVs get more modern, then the computers, and finally their phone. Nothing ever goes bad, just gets replaced. But they have no answers, no company, and no means of escape.

[muzzled-kelevra]

I added this onto a reblog about advice/tips for surviving abuse but since it's a very, very long post, I'll be reposting it alone too.

Unfortunately, I have some useful tips to add on based on personal experience.

If you have baby/dog gates in your house that are too loud to open/close, try to climb over if you can.

You can climb over gates by putting one leg over like you'll ride a horse and then put your lead leg down to the floor (tip toes preferred) and bring your other leg over. If you're short or worried about tripping, grab your foot and pull. Might take some practice if you're bad at balancing.

If there's hidden spaces people don't see but you can get to behind fridges, microwaves, the oven, etc, use them to your advantage. Try to keep it small items.

If you're worried about the fridge light at night, there's an actual switch usually inside (it could be on the outside) the fridge in order to turn it off. Try to do this right before you and others go to bed if you need to get up in the night for the fridge.

If you have multiple fridges/freezers, try to memorize what items/foods/drinks are in each separately. Overall try to remember even if you only have *one* fridge/freezer.

If you have ledges or shelves located high up in your room or in your closet, you can hide small items on those ledges. Someone may never know you have a key, pen, or small notes hidden above your doorway.

If you're allowed to have items hung up in your room (posters, pictures, notes, drawings, etc) try to hide small, light items behind them (key, notes for phone numbers etc). Don't keep them there, don't forget about them.

Find some way to have a lighter, matches, and/or keychain flashlight if a large flashlight or candle is unavailable. You can often find these at gas stations or stores like Dick's Sporting Goods or Big Five.

For whatever reason you may need it for, you might be able to hide something small in your hair (if you have hair that at least goes to your chin) using bobby pins. Marks on your neck or face can also be hidden with hair and bobby pins can pin your hair in place. Might look odd though, I personally haven't tried it but it's something I thought of doing.

Definitely try to keep Ibuprofen and Tylenol on you or stashed somewhere safe if you can. I know that can technically be added to first aid said above but those are both great over-the-counter painkillers.

If your door is loud when you close it because it slams against the doorway (maybe it's very light), turn the knob, slowly close the door, and push all the way forward against the doorway before you slowly turn the knob back into place.

If you're worried about leaving your room during the day and someone grabbing your arm in order to hold you there and talk to you, try to stick toward walls and stay away from the person. Peek around corners quickly to make sure the room is empty. If you have to be in the same room as them or pass by, keep yourself tucked and your arms as close to your body as possible and move quickly. Try not to be suspicious about it.

If you have cameras in your house/room/outside but you have cash of any sort and are allowed to go to the store, try to find a secondary safe place away from but somewhere near the house where you can hide the items you bought. If your garage or shed is the safe place, hide the items somewhere up high or in an attic space, or somewhere no one will really check. Some cashiers might be kind enough to store some items there if they're nice enough, but it may only be for a few hours.

If your house has white noise (specifically fans), definitely use it to your advantage in any way you can that won't be suspicious.

If you live with someone disgusting who does not have any sort of hygiene, don't assume anything is clean. Try to wipe down dishes with a clean cloth, paper towel, toilet paper, or wipes if you can. Don't use hand sanitizer to clean surfaces you will have food/drink you'll ingest on. Try to have your own cleaning products if you can and store them out of the bathroom (if you share).

If you share a room/bed with someone and you have a closet, try to make a makeshift bed for the closet if you have space.

If your household has arguments, sometimes the closet doubles as a place that muffles the shouting. Bonus if there are clothes hanging in the closet that you can hide in.

If your house has a crawl space that you can access, try to learn the layout of it if safe to do so. It may come in handy. You might be able to store items down there if no one goes down there, but make sure no one EVER goes down there. Try to be on top of knowing if housework needs to be done so you're prepared to move the stuff.

Learn how to hop high fences and chicken wire fences, it especially helps if you have something to climb on first such as a picnic table nearby. Shoes help a ton with chicken wire, but you can try socks since barefoot hurts a lot.

If your window is a bit high off the ground but you can jump from it, don't land on your heels/flatfooted/knees locked. Try to land on the front of your feet and fall with gravity i.e bend your knees and fall if you need to.

If you have a foam baby mat on your floor, try to fold it up and do NOT step on it barefooted.

If your parents turn off the wi-fi at night and you don't have access to mobile data, Samsung notes and Google Docs don't require any sort of data/wifi so your written content will be saved.

If you need to take your phone to school but you're not allowed to, hide it in your lunchbox or backpack RIGHT BEFORE you leave. ONLY DO THIS FOR EMERGENCIES OR IF YOU REALLY NEED TO. It's possible you may get punished when you return home if your parents notice.

If you menstruate and don't have pads, use a thin hand towel or other clean cloth. Try to avoid toilet paper as it breaks up really easily and becomes uncomfortable, and paper towels may also.

I probably have more but this is just stuff I can remember right now. I haven't gone through a lot of the hardcore stuff described in the reblog and I'm so sorry to anyone who is going through that. I can't imagine what that's like but I'm here if you ever want to vent. I'm a traumadump/abuse/vent-specific blog. You're safe here.

[sims-half-crazy]

After bidding Kassandra goodbye, Heather wandered to the back of the buildings where she'd been told there was a wonderful little cafe with the best empanadas in town. It was a quaint little hole-in-the-wall place that took up the back half of what had been the car garage. Kassandra had given her a quick rundown of the history of the building, and by the looks of the building now she knew that a lot of effort had gone into the restoration. The old storage yard had been turned into a wonderful outdoor seating area with a small fountain on one side. Lush greenery blended with bright and bold colors to create a wonderful backdrop for anyone's mealtime. The empanadas were indeed delicious, but Heather had never had an empanada before so she couldn't say that they were the best, but she did heartily enjoy her late dinner.

After finishing her meal, Heather wandered back next door and opened the gate to what was now her little backyard area. There was a grill thing and some charmingly shabby chic patio furniture, some greenery along the wall, and what looked to be a lemon tree that was in season! Up the stairs, the back porch area wasn't much but it did offer a nice view of the mountains. Inside, Heather was surprised to see such an inviting apartment. None of the furniture matched, but that added to the allure. Kassandra had told her it had been where her kids had lived before they'd moved on to do bigger and better things and now it just sat vacant. Heather couldn't believe her luck!

[manyblinkinglights]

We are gonna carpet the front room (it’s on slab so it needs many layers of underlayment so your feet definitely won’t hurt from standing on it like they do now), carpet the bedrooms, and then get our stuff shipped. And piled in the front room. Hopefully it can be tarped for eventual painting all in a big mound like that. THEN everything else can take as long to get lined up as it likes (remove broken interior fireplace, push that wall back to make a bookcase nook bcs this house has bizarre internal voids the plans don’t match & why not use the space, install the flooring after so it doesn’t have to be patched). (Remodel of kitchen because it is 70yo and has cartoon suicide wiring).

Other stuff is outside stuff. Sewer lateral line replacement, French drain lapped around the house before it floats any further away (not a joke), replace old original copper pipes as they are reaching end-of-life, adjust gate for side parking, solar, hvac, move washer and dryer to other side of garage, refurbish garage, new ondemand wallmounted water heater on exterior wall instead of the buckwild badly installed one precariously looming there currently commanding a great deal of space like a tipsy lukewarm trainwreck. Remodel the two bathrooms bcs of extensive water damage and the bathtub that fiberglassed my butt. …I guess that’s an inside thing but it doesn’t have anything to do with anything else and can happen whenever.

Handyman will fix all the doors that don’t open and the nice sliding door’s wheels (unmaintained to the point of nigh unusability). I think the roof is also due for reshingling, would happen along with solar and hvac (currently have roofmounted unit).

House is lovely otherwise. I will need to get, a real job, wow. Since I will only be earning money until August. And mom likely can’t do ALL of this.

I want a quieter fucking bathroom exhaust fan. WHY are they so noisy.

[klcthebookworm]

WIP Wednesday

So the rescue of Meryl and Vash begins.

Milly-ma’am swung her coat onto her shoulders and picked up her massive stun gun. Her right hand tucked into the trigger guard and the stock rested against her forearm until the end rested in her elbow bend and she braced the wide barrel with her left hand. “Stay behind me.” She told them as she headed out the door first. Chuck swung his backpack onto his back and Hannah carried hers ready to swing it.

A guard in the khaki uniform met them on the porch where they had sat yesterday. “Miss Thompson, you and the children need to go back to your room.”

“You need to release Meryl Stryfe and Vash the Stampede right now.”

“That’s not happening,” the guard answered with a snort.

Milly-ma’am aimed the stun gun and fired before his hand dropped onto the butt of his pistol. The bolt expanded into an X, caught the guard in the chest, and pinned him to the wall on the other side of the porch. He slumped against the metal bars. “Wrong answer,” Milly-ma’am told him. She marched to the south gate and Hannah matched that pace. Chuck huffed as he jogged after them.

No guards were in this section. Hannah darted ahead and opened the hood of the car. “Good. They didn’t sabotage it.”

Chuck tossed his backpack in the car’s back seat. “You were worried about that?”

“It’s what I would’ve done.”

The bike rolled out from under the awning on the right on her own beeping. Chuck patted her handlebars and turned on the face shield of the helmet. The bike sent him a question mark to the display.

“We’re leaving,” Chuck explained. “But you and me gotta go rescue Vash and Meryl-ma’am.”

“Again?” the bike printed on his face shield.

“I don’t know what you’re asking. The baddies here locked them up underground. Hannah has to drive the car.”

Milly-ma’am fired another stun bolt at a guard coming out a door next to the main gate out and flew back into that room. “Hannah, you can drive a car?”

Hannah slipped in behind the steering wheel and started the car. “I’ve been driving vehicles out of the garage and our yard since I got tall enough to see over the steering wheels.”

Chuck climbed up onto the chrome covered fuel tank so he could grasp the handle bars. “We’ll open the gate gate!”

The bike revved, spun to face the gate, popped the main laser cannon out above the headlight, and blasted the metal gate. The metal curled away from the stone with a hole large enough for the car.

Chuck howled, “Aoooow! Now we’ll go get our bro and Meryl-ma’am. It’s at the other end of the courtyard, the door down. Let’s rock….”

“And ride!” Hannah yelled with him.

The bike spun around again as Chuck held on. “Play the Thunder song!”

The bike honked and the strumming guitar solo poured from the speakers as they accelerated up the steps and jumped into the courtyard. Milly-ma’am ran after them until she had to stop and shoot more stun bolts at the guards running out of the building on the right. The bike rolled up the steps, across another porch, down more steps into another garden between the building and the outer wall.

“That’s the door!”

The bike shot the weird door that looked like it was half-buried and rolled through it. Chuck had to hang on even tighter as they bounced down the wide steps. The singer started singing. “I was caught. In the middle of a railroad track (thunder). I looked 'round. And I knew there was no turning back (thunder).”

They ended up in the middle of the lab from the photograph that made Meryl-ma’am vomit. The giant lightbulb was at one end, much smaller than the ones Vash had shown them powering the towns and cities, but this one seemed filled with a pink cloud.

“My mind raced. And I thought, what could I do? (Thunder). And I knew. There was no help, no help from you (thunder).”

The bike finished a lifeform scan and highlighted inside the bulb with a pulsing dot. That was probably Vash. Meryl-ma’am said Vash was in the bulb. How to get him out? The dot looked like it was close to the glass.

Sainsbury jumped up from the computer equipment against the wall. “What the hell!”

“Tail whippin’ time!” Chuck yelled back. “Give me back my bro and Meryl-ma’am now!”

The dark-skinned adult walked toward him and the bike. “Well keeping them under control just got so much easier.”

“That’s what you think! Aooow!”

The bike fired the specialty shot Hannah had loaded onto the side of the front telescopic fork. Sainsbury ducked as it sailed past. “Little boy, you have no idea what you are dealing with.”

The canister bounced off the stone wall and clonked Sainsbury in the head. His eyes rolled up as he dropped to the floor. The canister sprang open and draped rope over the unconscious man’s back.

“You’ve been thunderstruck,” Chuck sang at him along with the singer.