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igglemouse · 6 months ago

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So today is Summer Solstice Day which means...a celebration of summer, I guess? I do have one minor plan for it and that's to visit the local swim park later today with Pascal. At least for a moment. He actually has to work today but I know we'll make the most of the time we have together.

As for now I'm starting my morning cooking an egg salad! I think that's a healthy breakfast!

I think I've gotten used to cooking breakfast for Pascal. I never would have imagined it, to be honest, spending my time in the kitchen for my boyfriend but...it's not a problem for me because cooking is no chore. It's something I really enjoy doing and it seems like Pascal enjoys it as well.

"Egg salad?" he looks down at the meal I had prepped for him with some, looking down at his bowl with some distaste. "N-no, I'm not saying its bad but-"

"Give it a try!" I tell him, although the look on his face tells me he's not too excited about it. "You said you are on a strict diet! I figure you'd need lots of proteins and-"

"Frida, yes, but...it's nothing. I was hoping you'd cook those waffles of yours or pancakes or...something like that? This way I have an excuse for cheating on my meal today when the team dietician asks me. I'd say, oh, my girlfriend made this, but this..." he looks down at the bowl again and shakes his head. "You are way too considerate!" he jokes.

After we finish our breakfast we settle into something more usual. He was studying his next opponent while I couldn't allow myself to live in a dirty house with dust floating around everywhere.

And after that he's outside kicking a ball around. It makes me think about what Sara had said days ago of him. How dedicated he is to his craft which is something I certainly see now. It's almost like he's practicing before going out to practice?

But as I've mentioned today, for me at least, is about summer and celebrating summer! So, I manage to drag Pascal off to the community pool park and thankfully, with it being so cloudy for whatever reason, we both drop right into the pool before others arrive.

We basically just spend some time wading through the water, teasing each other, and splashing each other.

"You know, if you're such a big shot, why has no one asked for your autograph yet?" I taunt and at that he splashes me in the face with a handful of water.

"I'm still a sub, you know!"

I splash him back in the face then, revenge, but he only laughs at my attempt.

"I'll be giving you my autograph later tonight," he tells me and I can't help but laugh at that. You know, he just might, but I've learned pretty quickly that Pascal is often so very tired after 'work', yes, so tired that sex just isn't appealing and that's saying a lot because we've been at it a lot since I've virtually moved in.

Our outing together wasn't long and so off to 'work' Pascal goes, leaving me at the park pretty much alone. Some people wander in but they seem to also be on some kind of solo mission. Perhaps this is a place people come to celebrate Summer Solstice alone?

So, with little else to do I find the nearest grill and get to cooking. Barbecue is not my specialty, in fact, this is my first time using a grill and so why not try the first thing one thinks of when grilling?

I feel like my first attempt at ribs are not bad, nothing perfect, but definitely good enough to eat. Cooking is cooking, after all, and its a lot like riding a bike. At least for me.

But I really do not plan on spending the rest of this day alone and so I call in some reinforcement. Sara and Marj who, still being single ladies, were both just sitting at home doing nothing. They both jumped at the chance to meet at the pool.

It did not take long for either of them to arrive and it did not take long before we decided to settle into a hot tub. Sure, it's a public one, which kind of sucks, but once you're in, you're in, and you put any stray thoughts about what might go on in a public hot tub out of your mind.

"Surprised you just didn't invite us over to Pascal's place, I imagine it has a pool, hot tub, game room, a-"

I'm shaking my head as it really has none of that stuff.

"Must be the frugal type," Marjorie adds in along with a chuckle.

I shrug. "I've not been with him that much," I say, because I don't know anything about his finances only that they are better than mines. His house is nice but it's not the kind of place they've imagined it to be.

"You know," Sara says. "I kind of doubt that. He's the flashy type on the field. I've seen him kick it over a defenders head a few times, and then he-"

You can almost hear Marjorie's eyes rolling. "Can we not spend our time here talking about socc-"

"Fútbol!" Sara insists.

I just laugh. I might be a third wheel when it comes to these two but it's fun to watch them go back and forth.

We weren't just here to chat though because what is a day celebrating summer without some kind of summer activity? There was a waterslide at the park and no one was using it so it seemed a perfect chance to let loose a little and enjoy the day doing something a little different.

As you can see, some of us were better at water sliding than others. I won't name any names but at least no one got hurt!

We linger a little more around the pool since the day was nice, perfect almost, and it allowed us to just hang around more without the fear of melting.

Of course Sara wanted to talk about Pascal a little more which at this point I would not allow because she can be annoyingly nosy. Already knowing about Sara's situation and her lack of confidence when it comes to men I instead direct my curiosity towards Marjorie. "Do chu have a boyfriend?"

Sara starts to laugh then and Marjorie does too but only after some time.

"Marjorie has a mens every season, for about a week and then..." she starts laughing again. "He dumps her-"

"No!" Marjorie cuts in right away. "I dump him! Look, my advice to you, Frida, if Pascal is halfway decent, cling to him, because you might not find anyone better."

"She's very picky," Sara teases although I can tell this tease isn't met with mirth or humor from Marjorie.

"That is bad?" I ask a little casually but I can tell from the small smile Marj gives that she appreciates that.

"Thank you, Frida. Some of us just have high standards. I'd rather be single and happy than coupled and miserable."

Thankfully the tension between these two remained light and we were happy to continue our outing and talk about anything other than relationships or Pascal.

I get back home and decide to make a little ice cream for myself. I think sometimes I get so caught up cooking for others that I rarely make things for myself. That definitely needs to change and so it's nice having a cone of ice cream solely for myself.

I wasn't sure what to do with the rest of my day and just when I think it'll be possible to just sit back, kick my feet up, and relax, I get a call.

It's from Irene, my new friend. She asks if it is alright if her boss comes over and talk to me about a job opportunity. That he's interested in hiring me.

How can I say no to that? I might as well see what he's offering, like I mentioned before.

And so I wait until he arrives and once he does we sit down on the couch. I'm starting to realize that while I don't really live here I'm staring to behave as if I do, after all, I'm inviting someone into Pascal's place while he's not here. I hope he'll be alright with it? He's not here to say anything about it at least.

Any ways, the man introduces himself as Martin Lucena and I can tell just by how he carries himself that he's a man that gets right to business and he proves it because the first thing he says to me after introductions is "So, here is my offer. You come in as a sous-chef, 2nd in command, and-"

"I-I'm not sure I can do that," and here I am already denying his offer. My reply comes out too quick, I'm not sure why but already the vibe is off. There's a desperation hiding in his offer that tells me this is the wrong move. I'm ready to tell him to have a good day and escort him out but he's stuck to the couch, deciding he will not be put off so easily.

"I was going to say that you would not have the responsibilities of the role, do not worry, I realize you don't have the experience for it but I do think your presence would help my business."

No, this is not right. I might not be the smartest girl but I was born with street smarts. I had to be in order to still have a head on my shoulders. Why give someone a job if you don't think they are capable of doing it? "How? How can I help?"

"You bring a level of authenticity to the restaurant," he admits. "Your food stand is as authentic as can be, its why it's doing so well. People can tell you do it because you enjoy doing it, people can tell you honor your heritage, people can just feel it. It's, well, IT, as it's called. You have an aura around you that people want to be around."

"Yes yess..." I'm not convinced.

"So you'll be paid well, you won't have to do much. You'll have to close your food stand, of course, you'll be making a lot more," he laughs a little, too dismissively for my tastes. "So you won't need that little stand right now."

"No." I say, that decided it for me. While his logic is sound I don't like the feeling of it. It feels wrong. If he had told me that I could keep my stand open maybe I would have changed my initial feeling on this but...

"No?" He repeats as if he needs to hear it again. "What do you mean no? We can negotiate a little, we can-"

"No, no to it all." I clarify because it seems he wasn't getting it. "Thank chu for the job but no. Just no."

A large groan pushes from his lips, his face twists into one of anger and only anger, and I'm suddenly wishing Pascal were here but before those fears could settle his face softens.

"What a stupid mistake, the biggest mistake you've made in your young life." The tone to his voice tells me this is not over. What this is, I'm not sure, but I know that I've made an enemy today.

"Y-your place es very good, Mr. Lucena! I love eating there and I-"

"We're done here. I do not waste time with fools."

He leaves in a huff and a puff and makes me regret meeting him at all.

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alevicke · 2 years ago

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NOT-SO-AMAZING HEADCANONS

Life is made out of good and bad things. I love reading amazing positive stuff but, I always wonder about the bad part of them? So I'll write some headcanons I have that might add a bit of realism if you like it! But are not the best part in life

No order in particular for the characters btw and sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I have no one to proof read this!

Characters: Ashe, Dva, Junker Queen, Junkrat, Cassidy

Also I never did it but I think I can accept requests 💖

ASHE

Despite being so beautiful she does have some skin problems.

She is pretty pale but tries to take care as best as possible of her skin

Your shared bathroom is filled of creams, all kinds, really. Everywhere. EVERYWHERE.

Make Up? Oh hell, yeap, too.

Please, never say anything if she has a pimple, it happens often and she hides them as best as possible with make up

Deep down she's really insecure about her acne problems so please, PLEASE, love her 💖

I hope you don't use black clothes

You have more white hair in your clothes than Brigitte has cat's hair

Her hair is pretty healthy despite being bleached but it's thick af and gets always in your clothes.

DVA

Living with her is... Kinda frustrating sometimes

She is a mess

There are dirty clothes everywhere not to mention she just dislikes vacuuming the place

You love her but sometimes you'd choke her with the chips' bag she just ate messing the JUST CLEANED CARPET

She has 0 idea about cooking. Please don't trust her

Due to her awful eating habits you start to notice some issues on her

She has hiperthyroidism which explains why she stays so slim despite eating so much unhealthy stuff

But she is about to have diabetes

Sorry, you have to properly feed the Gremlin

No food after midnight!!!!

JUNKER QUEEN

Remember when I said Ashe has acne?

Odessa has a HUGE problem of acne

Although she actually doesn't give af

Look, she doesn't give a shit about skin routines, is always dirty and lives in a place full of radiation. What did you expect?

Speaking of being dirty. She doesn't know what taking a bath is

Grab her by the neck and take her to the bath while she screams and complains like an angry dog with rabies

No, she won't shave. Don't try it

Maybe in special occasions she will do all these things for you, of course! She loves you with her whole heart

But in general she is a mess

Hey, at least she brushes her teeth always! There is nothing she dislikes more than meat or mantis' legs between her molars

JUNKRAT

While he is the one with the mantis' legs between his molars, he won't make a fuss if you remind him to brush his teeth and will do it

He even has a golden tooth so he likes it shiny. But he is always distracted and forgets about... Basic needs in general yeah

Sometimes, he is like a puppy. Both in good and bad ways

Yeap, he's super adorable, a dork, always smiling for you and is the happiest person in the world when he's by your side

But he also has a huge lack of education, is distracted by a single fly and is not careful enough

You know how a puppy needs to be trained to pee in the appropriate place? Oops, yeah, you gotta teach that to Jamison

If he is in a hurry he won't even get into home to go to the bathroom, he'll pee in the garden

(He actually peed once on top of your flowers and that was an insta kill. RIP your beautiful flowers)

At least after that he stopped doing it! (Or does it when you aren't looking)

Sometimes he gets distracted and won't listen when you're speaking to him, sorry

Please, put some hydrating cream in his back. That poor back suffers so much from the sun

Take care of your puppy please

CASSIDY

Overall, things with Cassidy are pretty ok??

He's well behaved and while he isn't the cleanest person in the world he listens to you and will do his chores

(sometimes better than others)

But he struggles a lot with pain

Earlier in his years ridding motorcycles he suffered a huge accident that broke a lot of his bones

They healed and while he does have some scars from it, is pretty okaish

But his leg will hurt like thousands of knives into his skin every now and then when the old healed wound decides to get annoying and destroy his day

You know when old people say their bones hurt so it's going to rain?

You know weather more than anyone just seeing if McCree is walking leaning to the side with every step

"Ooh man, looks like it will rain, I won't be able to hang the clothes to dry today" you say

First few times Cassidy didn't understand your joke

But once he does he does chuckle a bit

He loves when you massage his hurting leg a bit, it helps him to calm and sooth the pain ✨

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sotteoks · 2 years ago

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Fresh Meat | 🔞

──★ ˙pairing: Wonho aka Lee Hoseok x Fem!Reader ──★ ˙word count: 7.9k ──★ ˙summary: adjusting to the modern world as a centuries old vampire has been mostly easy for you. however, you can’t recall the last time you’ve had a meal that makes you want to go back for seconds. ──★ ˙contents: gymrat!wonho duh, vampire!reader, SMUT

warnings below the cut!

──★ ˙warnings: very very brief mentions of substance use, p*rn with just a crumb of a plot, biting, mentions of blood, switch!wonho, oral (m receiving), handjob, light overstimulation, fingering, squirting, mating press position, unprotected sex + creampie, please let me know if i missed anything ! ⸜ (｡˃ ᵕ ˂) ⸝

Searching the streets just for a fix. It’s demeaning, depressing and outright pathetic. But it is the price you must pay for becoming complacent and thinking that the hospital wouldn’t cut you off at some point with how much of a glutton you’ve become since finding out that in the city, money and influence is the easiest way to get what you want.

Three month waiting period for just a few pints of blood, my ass you bitterly muttered as you recalled your last visit. The hospital staff was lucky that you had some regard for human life or else you would have simply cleared the blood bank out and possibly killed their personnel for denying you. However, causing a commotion like that would mean risking being chased out of the country and you were just now getting adjusted to life here.

In a superficial modern society with impossible beauty standards and an emphasis on being ‘healthy’ you thought that it would have been a breeze finding someone to feed on. Much to your dismay, a lot of the upper class social circle you had infiltrated was nothing but a bunch of people who only looked perfect on the outside but were practically decaying on the inside. Disgusted was an understatement for how you felt when you discovered that even those who had the means to eat the best foods in the world, access to top of the line healthcare and the best personal trainers were still such revolting sacks of flesh. They were nothing but a human version of the picturesque fruits you would come across in grocery stores, just to bite into them and find that they were tasteless or on the verge of rotting.

The mere memory of your first time in an upscale nightclub is able to induce gagging as you recall the overwhelming stench of putrid blood best described as rusting nails soaked in vinegar and sulfur that surrounded you. A lack of nutrients in the name of trying to stay as thin as possible was the culprit. Substance use often sullied the taste of blood as well, but with the stresses of modern society you understood why people would turn to things like nicotine, alcohol, and the harder drugs to be able to feel okay. Blood from a person who was barely getting enough nutrients as is and used things such as nicotine or amphetamines to further stave off their appetite was sickening enough to send you into a rage. Yet it was something you had been coming across more and more frequently no matter where you ventured on this spinning blue marble called Earth.

And oftentimes, it was what you would have to settle for if you wanted to stay alive. If you had known humanity would come to this, you would have let yourself die eons ago with your loved ones instead of wandering the Earth alone and outliving everyone you had ever grown fond of.

Food is not only a source of energy and necessity for maintaining bodily function. It’s a part of culture and it has the capacity to make people happy. Much like the average human craves the joy of experiencing fine dining at some point in their life or has a favorite food they would like to indulge in, you found yourself craving the blood of someone who ate healthy, took care of their body and abstained from excessive substance use. With the decrease in accessibility to quality blood, the joy of feeding was gone therefore making staying alive feel like a chore.

Letting your sense of smell be your guide rather than waste anymore time walking around aimlessly, your feet followed where your nose led them to. Walking through the city streets at night, there were tons of different scents to be picked up, most of them being unpleasant, but the smell of the finest blood is sweet enough to cut through it all. As you continued down the block, the smell would become overwhelmingly strong and outshine the stench of—must?

Finally looking up, you find that your feet have carried you to a gym. One would think that the gym would have been an obvious place for you to lurk around if you wanted someone with tasty blood, but you had been around during the 1980s steroids boom—combine that with all the fad diets that had came and went, even the people who followed strict regimens in order to look like the epitome of physical health with their low body fat and high muscle percentage were just beefier versions of the rich, waifish looking socialites you called ‘friends’.

Seeing that you weren’t dressed to go to the gym, you wouldn’t dare enter the premises out of fear of attracting unnecessary attention. Lingering around the outside, you’re able to peek through the glass doors and are surprised to see just how many people were exercising at the late hours. Even with enhanced senses, you couldn’t narrow down who had been the source of the delectable fragrance with just vision and there were still too many different scents in the area. Pacing back and forth, you contemplate if you have enough energy to utilize a different vampiric ability to lure out the person you were after.

While lost in thought, the sound of footsteps approaching causes you to snap back into the present moment and panic as you realize just how out of place you must have looked. Examining your surroundings, you notice the nearby bus stop and dash to take a seat at the bench under the covered port. Listening closely for the footsteps, your acute hearing allows you to deduce that the person heading your direction was exiting the very gym you were lurking in front of. And it seems like Lady Luck is finally on your side as that sweet smell you were after was growing stronger as this person neared you. Despite this person still being at least twenty feet away, their scent intoxicates you and makes your stomach twist with this primal desire; truly testing your restraint. The delicious blend of such perfect, untainted blood with hints of sweat and remnants of this fresh scent— maybe from a shower earlier or from their laundry— has you practically salivating. Your hands had been casually resting atop your knees as you sat down but when you lower your head, you see your fingertips digging into your flesh as a means of relieving the tension in your body.

Without even looking up you can feel them heading your direction, the heat radiating off their body and their pheromones taunting you as their scent is so overwhelming you could practically taste it. Forcing yourself to focus before they get any closer, you pick apart the notes of their natural perfume and decipher their profile; your target was male, late twenties to early thirties, and in nearly optimal physical health. You could sniff out a few deficiencies in some vitamins and minerals but in comparison to most you had come across, he was perfect to you. What made him even more ideal in your eyes is that you didn’t even have to exert any energy trying to lure him toward you; it was almost like some sort of natural magnetism had brought him your way. All that was left for you to do was to seal the deal.

“Hey, I know I’m a little sweaty but is it fine if I take the seat next to you?” A voice gently asks you, in contrast to the mildly intimidating shadow they cast over you. “I just did leg day and I’m starting to feel it already.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s fine.” You awkwardly reply as you try to regain composure before facing the stranger. Looking up, you catch sight of the boyishly charming face that doesn’t quite match the muscular body it’s attached to but nonetheless, he’s a sight for sore eyes and the appealing aesthetic is enough to cause you to perk up in excitement. “Are you a member of that gym?” you question in an attempt to keep conversation going despite already knowing the answer.

“Yeah, it’s one of the nicer gyms in the area.” He replies casually. “Since I didn’t see you in the gym, where are you coming from?”

You can’t help but smile at his naturally friendly disposition, knowing just how little effort it’ll be to get into his head when the time is right. Not only would you have a satisfying meal tonight, it was going to be as easy as taking candy from a baby.

“I was looking for a treat at the cafe across the street.” You lie easily, gesturing to the aforementioned building. “But seeing the gym made me lose my appetite.” you add in with a small laugh.

“I’ve thought about stopping by that place but it would defeat the purpose of me going to the gym.” The stranger laughs along with you, contributing to the lighthearted mood of the conversation between the two of you.

Sensing that the bus was approaching soon, you now have to make the decision of how aggressively you want to pursue your meal. Should you slowly seduce him with natural charm or would it be better to eliminate any chances of him rejecting you?

“There’s nothing wrong with the occasional treat—especially if you have a good time burning off the calories.” You remark playfully, eyes catching his and carefully reading his expression; and maybe taking a peek into his soul and inner thoughts for the hell of it.

Just as intended, he had registered your words as vaguely amorous and he was flustered over it. The desire to entertain the flirty conversation is there, but he’s a bit shy and you’ve temporarily left him at a loss for words. Oftentimes you had loathed being immortal for so long however, in this moment you’re thankful you had been around long enough to master the gift of telepathy or else you would have interpreted the handsome man’s lack of response as him being put off by your approach.

“Maybe we can exercise together sometime.” He says, trying his best to keep cool. “My name is Hoseok, by the way.”

You tell him your name and manage to exchange contact information right before the bus arrives. Part of you had anticipated the two of you to part ways at this point and you actually would have to hijack control over the situation and take things into your own hands but much to your surprise, Hoseok seems to have no qualms about inviting you out for drinks at a bar near his place. You have to bite back a laugh at how absurdly easy he’s making things for you without even knowing it, making the prospect of feeding on him even more exciting for you.

Without hesitating, you accept his invite; teasing him and questioning if it was common for him to ask strangers he meets at bus stops for drinks to which he’s only able to respond to with a sheepish laugh. Going along with your banter, he points out how quickly you agreed to spend time with him and you’re backed into a corner; briefly wondering if you should give another go at reading his thoughts. Ultimately, you decide against it in the name of conserving more energy and not wanting to risk bleeding him dry when you finally get your chance to sink your teeth into him. Such a fine piece of man, it’s hard for you to decide where you want to get your first taste. Lean muscle with a low body fat percentage meant biting into his flesh would have the perfect amount of tenderness and juiciness; the idea of it makes your tongue feel heavy in your mouth as you start salivating once more.

Your hunger is only exacerbated by the fact that the bus is packed despite the late hour, forcing you and Hoseok to be packed against each other like sardines. So many other bloodbags- bodies surround you in the small space but the only thing on your mind is him. Your senses desire only him; to smell him and to taste him mostly but touching him and even just looking at him is exciting in their own way. As you hungrily eye the bulky man standing in front of you while his gaze is elsewhere, you can’t help but wonder if he would even feel that much pain if you bit him.

The bus braking aggressively after nearly zooming past a stop with one lone rider waiting causes a majority of the standing passengers to lose balance.

You and Hoseok included.

Stumbling slightly, you try to regain your hold on the handrail above your head only to have another passenger knock into you and cause your body to collide with Hoseok’s. Your first instinct is to mentally curse yourself for being so lost in your thoughts that your reflexes don’t kick in. The second thing that goes through your mind is losing your footing like that probably made you look more human anyway so it’s not something you should shame yourself for. And the third thing, perhaps the most maddening thought, is just how warm and sturdy Hoseok’s frame feels against yours. Time seems to slow down as one of his arms wrap around your shoulders in an almost protective manner as he asks if you’re alright.

On the outside, you give him a small nod of reassurance but on the inside, you’re struggling to keep your cool as you practically feel drunk after getting that close to him. It took every fiber of your being to not sink your fangs into him when you landed face first into his chest. Without even realizing it, you had been trembling from just how excited the physical contact made you and Hoseok had interpreted it as you being cold so he pulled you in even closer.

Your heart thuds against your chest so loud, you can barely hear Hoseok’s thoughts when you read them again.

Something, something— maybe we should just skip the bar and drink at my place.

The rest of his thoughts register to you as just a slurry of word soup with no real meaning because of your inability to focus. You’re so out of sorts just by being in his personal space, you accidentally leave the channel for telepathic communication open right as you think about just how much you crave him.

Right after the thought is completed, you panic and realize he wasn’t meant to hear that; but after that slip up, you wonder if he’s even able to comprehend what just happened. You coyly peek at him through your lashes to gauge his expression but his eyes seem to be fixed on the streets outside of the window as he waits for the bus to arrive at his stop. As much as you desperately want to read his thoughts once more, you had already overdone it. Your body feels just a tad heavier as you let yourself lean further into Hoseok as a means of support, wishing that the trip was over already. Hunger and lust no longer seem like two separate emotions with each second that passes while you’re in his presence. All you want is to—

“Oh, this is our stop.” Hoseok finally says to you after what felt like ages of not speaking; but realistically it was closer to five minutes. The two of you make your way past the other riders and get off the bus, making you realize just how suffocated you felt being in such a small enclosed space with Hoseok’s scent tempting and teasing you. Finally being able to breathe in the cool, night air you’re able to think straight again. Or at least, gain as much clarity as you can with him still being in the vicinity.

“Do you wanna skip the bar and just get some drinks from the convenience store then go back to your place?” You suggest, laying the charm on thick as you smile at him.

And of course, since he had already considered this, he agrees.

Finally getting back to his apartment, you’re encompassed by his fragrance and no longer have to worry about any repercussions of what could happen if you were to lose your grip. The first thing you notice after being invited in was the accent table in the entryway. Your eyes are drawn to the catchall bowl that sits atop it with a lone key fob inside. Just by the smell, you knew for sure Hoseok lived alone, so obviously the car key had to belong to him. But if that was the case, why would he take public transportation? The only logical assumption was that his car wasn’t working right and it was just fate for you to meet him tonight.

“I’m gonna shower since I didn’t get to take one at the gym, is that cool?” Hoseok asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Only if you're giving me an invitation for me to join.” You tease, watching the tips of his ears flush a light red color at your bold statement. “I’m kidding, but don’t make me wait too long.”

The two of you share a few more jokes and laughs before he finally goes to take a shower. Just as you wished, Hoseok didn’t keep you waiting for long. He returns to the living room where you had been sitting patiently in a plain t-shirt and grey sweats while drying his hair with a towel. Stray droplets of water bead around his neck and hairline just be wiped away with the cloth as he stalks toward you. Settling down on the couch beside you, the two of you resume the playful conversation from earlier while sharing a few bottles of soju between the two of you.

Carefully pacing yourself, you make sure Hoseok drinks more than you as you pour him shot after shot; encouraging him to indulge himself after a good workout even when he says he needs to take it easy. However, it’s crucial for you to get him to at least match the level of inebriation that you were currently at just from being in his presence. Even without utilizing your vampiric powers, you note how much influence you have over him and how willing he is to listen.

“You know, you don’t have to get me drunk to fuck.” He slurs slightly before chuckling as you pour him another drink.

“You can see right through me.” You play along with him, setting down the bottle and then nudging his glass in his direction. “So, it’s fine if I do this?” Inviting yourself into Hoseok’s personal space, you perch yourself on his lap with your lips ghost along his neck as you await his reply.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters out as he feels your tongue poke out to lap at his skin and baring your fangs, letting him feel the pointed canines right before sinking them into his flesh. You retreat for only a mere few seconds to admire the two parallel puncture wounds that mark his once flawless skin. Diving right back as the two little holes start to drip out the crimson liquid you had been craving all night, you feed on him eagerly.

Just as expected, he tastes absolutely divine. It’s hard for you to pull away from him because every time you think about it, you just want to sink your teeth into a different part of his body and see if some places taste better than others. On top of that, he’s such a delight to feed on him as he just gives in to you; letting himself be lulled into unconsciousness. Despite the amount of blood you were suckling from his neck, that wasn’t enough to stop blood from rushing between his legs and causing his not so little friend to start poking you in the butt.

It seems that you had underestimated just how bewitched you had Hoseok. Wrapped around your pretty little finger, he probably wouldn’t have minded you bleeding him dry. But during the few hours you’ve known him you have grown quite fond of him yourself. You would hate to cut your time together short. Mustering up the will, you finally pull away from his neck, making sure not to leave a single drop left behind after finally getting a good meal.

Seeing that he was passed out and probably having some sort of erotic dream about you, you get up from his lap and peruse around his apartment; getting acquainted with the layout and seeing what things he had kept around. Locating a paper to-do list on the fridge, you quickly scribble your name and number as it seemed like the polite thing to do since you were leaving without bidding him goodbye.

And with that, you see yourself out.

In the following weeks, you thought that you would be fine. You went out and did your thing as usual. But Hoseok remained at the front of your mind at all times. He texted you the day after you went to his apartment, having no clear recollection of what happened. Despite how much you enjoyed talking to him and wanted to see him again, you denied all of his offers to hang out again mainly out of fear of losing control in his presence. But the fact he always wanted to see during daylight hours played a factor in it as well.

It had been so long that you had experienced an emotion like this. You weren’t sure how to cope. Being careful about not killing those you feed on had always been something you worried about; but to feel even an ounce of guilt after feeding on someone was strange. As tasty as he was and how much you craved him, the idea of feeding on him again made you feel bad.

But of course, the universe works in mysterious ways and you would cross paths with him again.

Under flashy club lights, celebrating a friend’s birthday was the last place you expected to run into Hoseok. Before you saw him with your eyes, you were able to sniff out his delectable fragrance.

I guess the city is smaller than I thought.

You muse to yourself as you sip on your cocktail, very aware of how his scent was growing stronger and stronger until he finally made his way to the VIP section you were seated at with your friends. Not wanting to deal with any awkward conversations about why you’ve been avoiding him, you quietly disappear amongst the large group of people and scurry off to get lost on the dance floor. But it’s just no use. The natural connection between you and Hoseok strikes again.

Your time dancing alone doesn’t last very long because some random guy thought it would be appropriate to join you. You turn around to tell him off but he won’t take no for an answer, souring your mood to the point of contemplating playing along with him just so you could suck the literal life from him. However, before the opportunity would arise, a familiar shadow looms over you from behind.

Luckily for you, Hoseok’s mere presence is enough to get the weird guy to take a hint and leave.

Maybe it’s the liquor in your system. Maybe it’s the fact that whenever you’re around him, he serves as your own personal brand of heroin—the dramatic metaphor Edward Cullen used to describe Bella was the only way you could describe your feelings— but you’re not thinking straight when you lean into Hoseok’s firm body, finding comfort in him after the odd encounter you just had. His firm chest is pressed up against your back so you don’t have to worry about getting lost in his eyes. Not yet at least. You take it upon yourself to reach for his arms and wrap them around your waist, urging him to dance with you.

“I thought you were avoiding me, what happened?” Hoseok playfully asks, leaning in close to your ear so you could hear him over the music. It’s such a simple action, but the sound of voice paired with his breath fanning over your neck sends a tingle of excitement down your spine.

“I thought I was, too.” You admit with a small laugh, turning your body in his arms in order to face him. “I wasn’t prepared to see you here.”

“Can you tell me why?” He questions as his expression turns serious.

Eyes meeting his, you can detect the slightest bit of hurt under all the confusion and curiosity. It tugs at your heart to see him wearing that emotion. So much so, it compels you to do the unthinkable.

Wanna know a secret? You tilt your head curiously as you look up at him.

Hoseok’s expression morphs into one of surprise as he realizes that he heard your words but didn’t see your lips move. And even if your lips had moved, it would have been impossible to hear you as clearly as he did. It’s almost as if—

I’m in your thoughts.

Silently, you create some distance from him as you remove his arms from your body just to take his hand into yours and lead him away from the crowd. Weaving through the crowd of people, the two of you go out a backdoor that had been propped open as a feeble attempt to get more airflow into the venue. In the empty alley, the air is dramatically cooler and less humid than inside; it’s refreshing.

“Wanna take a guess about what’s going on?” You ask him as a dallying grin tugs at the corner of your lips. “Don’t say your answer out loud. Just think about it.”

In every single way, the current situation Hoseok finds himself in right now is the opposite of the scenes from Twilight. Yet, it’s the only parallel he could draw right now as he sees your pointed teeth glint under the moonlight.

You could read his mind. You turned down all of his invites for morning coffee dates or lunch. He first met you at night and now he’s seeing you once again under the blanket of nightfall. Before he passed out from what he originally thought was him being too drunk, he remembered you being very interested in his neck.

But those things could be just coincidences, right?

Vampires aren’t real.

Or are they?

Possible proof could be standing right in front of him but the fear of dying in order to find out the truth about what’s supposed to be a fictional creature terrifies him.

“I would never dream of killing you.” You say softly, a small laugh escaping you. “If I wasn’t worried about accidentally bleeding you dry, I wouldn’t have avoided you.”

The sudden confession eases Hoseok’s nerves; but it creates new questions in his mind. Questions that you listen in on and you’re more than happy to answer.

A combination of thoughts with a few more spoken words sprinkled into the mix are exchanged between the two of you before both of you agree on returning to Hoseok’s apartment.

As soon as you make it through the door, you’re all over each other. You move so quickly, it makes Hoseok’s head spin. In just one blink, you had him pushed up against his front door as soon as it closed. While kissing his neck, eager fingers unbuttoning the dress shirt he was wearing. Your lips follow the trail of exposed skin, going lower and lower until you encounter a new obstruction.

His pants.

A soft hand reaches to grasp the semi-erect length hiding under the fabric. Giving it a firm squeeze, you feel it twitch under your touch and grow harder. The little movement amuses you more than you should as Hoseok lets out little whimpers so you repeat the motion until you’ve gotten him fully hard.

“Please,” He whines out. “Touch me more.”

The desperation in his voice is so endearing, it makes you almost want to give in to him. Your fingers slowly inch closer to his belt buckle and you take your time undoing it. Hoseok’s eyes watch every languid action, silently wishing you would pick up the pace. Even if he knows that you could read his thoughts, it doesn’t stop him from thinking about what he wants you to do for him and to him.

“Let me have just one thing. And I’ll do whatever you want.” You say, looking up at him as you yank his belt out of the loops of his pants. “Will you let me have it?’

Without even bothering to question your conditions, Hoseok nods eagerly. Too far gone with lust, he would let you have anything as long as it meant feeling more of your touch. But of course, this type of response is exactly what you expected from him and it pleases you.

Making quick work of the button and zipper on his pants, you hastily yank the fabric down his oh so muscular legs; watching him carelessly kick away the garment once it pools at his ankles. Your hands run up and down his thighs, enjoying the way the muscle feels under your palms before you move in closer; lips ghosting along his inner thigh. Hoseok tenses ever so slightly as you litter kisses so dangerously close to where he wants you but not quite making contact.

Hoseok maintains a close eye on all your actions, anticipating what’s next. But his eyes just can’t keep up with you. He doesn’t see your fangs drag against his skin; he can only feel it but he just assumes it’s your regular teeth. Until he feels a small prick into the meat of his thigh and the sensation of liquid running down his leg. He’s only able to get a glimpse of red dripping along his thigh before your tongue is chasing after it and licking it away. Your mouth covers the two miniscule holes on his thigh before you start suckling.

His head falls back in bliss at the suction on such a sensitive area but he starts to feel lightheaded due to the blood loss. Lapsing in and out of consciousness, he can’t focus on a single thing except for how hard it is to stay afloat.

“Don’t pass out on me now.” You coo gently, digging your nails into his thigh as means of keeping him awake.

Eyes fluttering open at the sound of your words, his gaze returns to you and it’s almost like pure energy was injected into his veins when he sees you pulling off his boxer briefs. He holds his breath as his length practically springs out of its confines. A pearly bead of precum decorates the tip of his cock, prompting you to lap it up. The warmth of your tongue surprises Hoseok and elicits a small gasp of pleasure from him; only for it to turn into a shaky moan as your hand moves to grasp the base of his cock. Placing a gentle kiss on the tip, you feel his cock pulse under your lips before finally taking it into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

“Oh fuck—” Hoseok whimpers, encouraging you to take more of him down your throat. With your hand carefully stroking whatever you couldn’t take, you hollow your cheeks and suck him off with a hunger that matches his neediness.

After all, you did tell him you would do whatever he wanted if he let you have what you wanted. And being able to get inside of his head took a lot of the guesswork out of it.

Your tongue is set flat against the underside of his cock, massaging the area with the utmost care as one of the veins throbs with every motion you make. The prettiest moans and whimpers keep falling from him, it’s impossible for you to ignore your desire to keep hearing more of them. So of course, your natural course of action is to not just keep going; but to up the intensity for him.

Just having your lips stretched around his thick length has drool pooling in your mouth and threatening to spill out. As you push yourself further along his cock, greedily cramming the entirety of it past your throat, so much saliva has gathered it doesn’t just help ease him deeper inside; it also starts running down your chin.

Hoseok can barely stand to look at you at this point; the visual is so stimulating it makes him want to cum just from the sight. All of his thoughts are scrambled and he can barely find the words to tell you how good it feels to have you deepthroating his cock with so much gusto. Only a series of gasps and whiny moans are able to come out of him as he feels himself melting under your touch, the door against his back being the only source of stability he has since his legs were starting to feel like jelly trying to keep himself up. The warm heaven your mouth and throat send him to is almost too much to take—especially when paired with the lewd sounds of you gagging on his cock and his thoughts of how good your pussy must feel—

“Please—” Hoseok rasps out, a shaky hand reaching for the back of your head.

“You want to stop already?” You ask mockingly as you pull your mouth off of him, opting to slowly jack him off; the slick sounds of your hand tugging on his length filling in the silence between you as he tries to find the words to convey his feelings. “We’re just getting started.” You pout, moving your hand slower as you enjoy the salacious noises created by his sopping wet cock being pumped by you.

“N-no! Don’t stop, it’s too good.” He cries out, feeling your grip tighten each time it passes over the sensitive tip of his cock. “It’s so fucking good.” He gasps, writhing under your touch as more pre cum leaks out of him adding to the wet mess of saliva you had created and contributing to the sloppy symphony as you pleasure him with your hand.

“Please what, then? What do you want?” You taunt, looking up at him as you feel his cock throbbing under your touch.

His face is flushed as he shyly meets your intense gaze, trying not to stumble on his words after trying so hard to string together a coherent sentence.

“Please…let me cum.” He barely gets out, another pathetic moan nearly cutting him off mid sentence.

Your hand picks up the pace; coaxing him to his finish but as he needily bucks into your fist, you decide to let Hoseok chase after his own climax just for your own amusement. Watching him closely, you observe how his chest rises and falls quicker with his moans coming more frequently. He was so beautiful like this, he could probably make the Greek gods green with envy. His body tenses as his orgasm rapidly builds. With one more tight tug of his cock, his seed spills all over your hand, some of it falling into your lap.

Your hand slows down, but you don’t stop your ministrations as you force Hoseok to ride out his climax no matter how much he whines.

“I’m so sensitive. It’s too much.” He pants out; yet his body says otherwise as he’s still bucking into your hand, the sticky mess of cum making him glide in and out of your fist easier.

“You like it though,” You laugh as you give his cock another squeeze, prompting more of the milky substance to seep out of the tip. “You really wanna end it here?”

Standing up from your kneeling position, you finally release his cock from your hold and lap up the secretion clinging to your skin while observing Hoseok’s current state. His eyes are glossed over, in a daze as he watches you hungrily lick his cum off of your fingers. It isn’t until you have swallowed the last drop, he recovers from his post orgasm haze and feels revitalized. You can practically see the life return in his eyes and the moment he regains his energy, his posture straightens before lunging forward to toss you over his shoulder then haul you to his bedroom.

For a human, he moves pretty swiftly and it impresses you. You’re further enamored by his strength; knowing that being able to lift you so easily was no feat to scoff at. When he tosses you onto the mattress, it causes the short cocktail dress you had been wearing to ride up and conveniently exposes your lace panties to him.

Hoseok is only able to admire you for a few seconds before the urge to touch you overwhelms him. Mentally, he wrestles with whether he should go straight for the treasure between your legs or if he should ease into it and take his time. But of course, you make the choice easy when you’re able to pick up on those thoughts. He looms over you, caging you in his arms, looking down at you with lust thinly veiled by that boyish charm you find yourself so enthralled by.

One hand slips into the fabric of your panties, making your lips part in a silent gasp. Hoseok’s touch is rough against your skin and he moves with an eagerness that excites your senses. His fingers gently gather the arousal that was leaking out of you before going to circle your swollen clit, causing a small moan to escape you. He’s fascinated by your mere existence; he didn’t think that the flesh of a vampire could be so warm. He wants to feel more of you.

Rather than rely on you telling him how to do things, Hoseok is eager to learn how to please you; letting your noises and body’s reactions guide him. Massaging your clit at varying speeds and pressures; bringing you so close to climaxing just from stimulating the small bundle of nerves then stopping when you were about to cum. He was a more attentive lover than you could have imagined and it doesn’t take long until you’re practically dripping all over his fingers and pleading for him to put them inside you. Not one to disappoint, he tears your skimpy underwear off your body; tossing the tattered fabric off to the side carelessly.

His digits were completely covered in your arousal after the lewd petting so when he goes to slip his middle finger into your weeping hole, it slides in easily and is immediately followed by a second. You moan out loud at the intrusion and instinctively pull Hoseok in for a kiss to quiet yourself. His kisses are slow and tender, a stark contrast to the way his thick fingers fuck your sopping cunt. The heat of his lips against yours is an addictive sensation, but you end up breaking the kiss when his fingers roughly thrust into the sensitive, spongy spot within your walls.

“Feel good?” He gently asks as his fingers slow down, deliberately rubbing up against that spot with more vigor. You think you let out some sort of positive affirmation to him—you’re not sure because your mind can only focus on how good you’re feeling—but his fingers pick up the pace once more, his palm slapping against your clit every time he thrusts deep inside.

“F-fuck, just like that.” You slur, bucking your hips against his fingers, desperate to reach your climax and regain at least some of your mental clarity.

It’s impossible to ignore the slick noises your cunt makes as Hoseok’s fingers work to coax your climax out of you. You’re writhing against the sheets as the two digits inside you pound into you at an ungodly pace; and just when you thought it couldn’t get better, you feel his thumb rubbing at your clit to give you consistent stimulation there. The white hot heat that pools in the pit of your stomach burns brighter and hotter with every action Hoseok makes; your legs shaking and moans constantly pouring from your lips. With a shrill exclamation of his name, your back arches off of the mattress, vision going blurry. You can barely process what’s happening as before you’re squirting all over his fingers and soiling the sheets beneath you.

Eyes fluttering closed, you take a moment to yourself to even out your breathing and gather your thoughts. The bunched up fabric around your midsection suddenly feels constricting despite you having it on for a good portion of the evening so you take it upon yourself to yank it off your body as Hoseok’s fingers help you ride out the remains of your climax.

He had been eyeing your juicy pussy the whole time. Watching you squirt was one of the most erotic things he’s seen and he desperately wants a taste of you. The only thing stopping him is his uncertainty about whether you would like it if he dove back in so soon after your orgasm. His thoughts are so loud now that you’re not so consumed with lust.

Unfortunately for him, eating you out is a privilege he has not earned yet. He would have to wait for another time. You can see his expression briefly become sullen once you relay the thought to him, but you put an emphasis on the fact that there will be a next time which makes him perk right up.

So, for now he would be satisfied with licking your remains off of his fingers after he pulls them out of you.

“Oh, wow.” You muse as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at him. “Your little friend is up after I fed on you and milked you dry? Aren’t you something special?”

Your gaze fixes itself between Hoseok’s legs and you wonder how long he had been sporting that hard on; and also, why on Earth did it look bigger than before? In all your time of being alive and playing with your food, never had you seen a man so lively after being drained of two bodily fluids.

Sitting back on his knees and no longer looking down at you, he blesses you with some more eye candy; letting you ogle at him for a bit and really take in just how well built he was. Your eyes trail up the expanse of his body before you meet his and realize the needy expression he now wears.

“Can I please fuck you now?” He asks the dirty question so sweetly, how could you possibly say no? The mere sound of his words make you wanna jump on him. The only thing that stops you from doing so is the fact that you wanna know what exactly he’s capable of.

Beckoning him closer to you, you invite Hoseok to fill the space between your parted legs, silently relinquishing all control to him.

With one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you watch as he taps the swollen head against your overly sensitive clit; a shiver running down your spine at the sensation. You’re only able to watch in a lust filled haze as Hoseok drags his cock against your pussy, happily coating it in your arousal. Once his thick length is nice and wet, he eases the tip into you slowly. Just as the first inch slides in, you feel your toes go numb as he stretches you out. As Hoseok sinks deeper into you, your eyes roll back at the pain laced with pleasure. He may have done an amazing job at making you cum with his fingers, but now your walls were so tight and sensitive; trying to take in the girth of his cock isn’t easy. It hurts but you’re begging him for more; and Hoseok eagerly obliges, filling you up to the hilt and just admiring the way your cunt molds to fit him.

Taking a hold of your thighs in each hand, he pushes them against your chest, leaving your ankles to dangle over his shoulders. Leaning into you, the weight of his body presses you into this excruciating folded position but the mild discomfort is easily overshadowed by just how deep you feel his cock. His balls press against your ass, catching the arousal that leaks from your center before his hips draw back just to deliver you a hard thrust that sets the tone for the rest that follow, a choked out gasp slips out of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as Hoseok fucks you into the sheets, your mind becoming scrambled and only able to focus on how good he makes you feel. Good was a gross understatement for the pleasure he gives you but it would have to suffice with how hazy your mind was.

It doesn’t take long until he’s desperately rutting into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in with your moans and Hoseok’s heavy panting filling his otherwise silent bedroom.

“Oh my god,” He rasps out. “How are you so wet?” His question comes out as a breathless whisper. Both of you are able to feel the gush of arousal that seeps out of your pussy at the sound of his voice but rather than make another comment on it, he thrusts into you faster. You snap out of your daze just to watch Hoseok’s head fall back as he loses himself in the feeling of how wet and warm your walls around his cock.

“There, fuck, right there!” You barely get out between moans as the angle of his thrusts shift ever so slightly and hits that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Half lidded eyes focus on how much more attractive he appears as he’s pounding away at your g-spot, eager to make you cum again.

Your legs shake and your moans get breathier and whinier. All the tell tale signs of you being extremely close to cumming were there, but it still took you by surprise when your walls squeezed down impossibly tight on his dick. You shiver as your climax hits you, your juices trickling down on to his length that’s still moving in and out of you as he’s now able to selfishly chase after his own orgasm. Breathy whimpers fall from you as he continues to stimulate your walls, fucking you through your climax and prolonging the sensation of euphoria overtaking your body.

“W-where should I cum?” Hoseok asks, looking down at you with pupils blown out with lust and the neediest expression on his face.

“Wherever you want.” You tell him as a tired smile graces your features, your hand reaching to stroke his cheek fondly. You see it in his eyes, the notion of being allowed to cum where he wanted excites him even more. He pummels into your pussy at his fastest speed yet, searching for his own little slice of heaven within your walls. With the most beautiful sound you’ve heard, he finally unleashes his load inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You sigh happily as you let him take a few more moments to ride out his climax before slipping your legs off of his shoulders and carefully pulling yourself off of his cock.

Hoseok’s orgasm had sapped the last bit of energy he had out of him as he slumped onto the bed, lying opposite of you. Satisfied with your encounter with him, you kiss his forehead and wish him sweet dreams before you bid him goodbye.

You would disappear before the sun started to rise, but once it was nightfall, you would happily return to him.

#monsta x imagines #monsta x fanfiction #monsta x scenarios #monsta x smut #wonho scenarios #wonho smut #wonho imagines #wonho x reader #lee hoseok smut #kpop smut #sttks writing

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sayuricorner · 10 months ago

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Are you still on the TWST x Ever after high thingy? Bc I got ✨ideas✨

More in depth about the TWST casts and their new dragon companions! I feel like some of them in the care of their new master would adapt some traits of said master and that would be so funny-

Riddle’s dragon would be as strict as he is! If the ppl aren’t afraid of Riddle enough? Bring out the dragon that is glaring daggers at them because breaking the rule is a no no. That will teach them. Takes care of his dragon very seriously, continue to seek out the girls (especially Raven) to get more information and soon enough, he became an expert (even more than some of the EAH girls).

Leona’s probably doesn’t like the fact that his dragon imprinted on him lol, more responsibility. But if the dragon takes on his laziness then he wouldn’t mind. Spoils the little thing like crazy, like literally has a dedicated spot to it, he wouldn’t admit to that thought- Reggie now has more chores to do (poor him).

Azul well…he would definitely try to profit from it first lol, then he would panic bc he didn’t know anything about dragons (except for Malleus-), actually tries his best in taking care of the thing and when he realize he struggles with riding it, he practices on his free time and even skip work. Out of all of the TWST cast, he probably has the deepest bond with his dragon.

Kalim is ecstatic to get a dragon as a pet! When the dragons first hatched, my boy immediately skipped class (much to Jamil’s dismay) and went to see the hatchlings! Does the whole pspspspsps thing to lure them to him AND IT WORKS 💀💀💀. Kalim would be excited to take care of it and insist he takes care of it himself bc he wanted to be independent for once. Kalim’s dragon would be protective of him, side eyeing everyone foreign and snarling at anyone with bad intentions, Kalim doesn’t notices it though lol-

Jamil first met his dragon when he was chasing Kalim to get him back in class, the dragons notices him and said “I want that one-“ and imprinted on him. Like Leona, isn’t too thrill about having a dragon pet bc he’s already so busy but bond with it over time. The dragon is the one thing he can have for himself so he is very protective of it. Jamil’s dragon is as cunning as he is, sometimes doing the more…mischievous things for him and everyone will chalked it up to it being a pet (Jamil abuses this part a lot-). Even though their dragon’s personality clash, him and Kalim’s dragons are besties.

Vil’s dragon is the most sassiest creature ever, Vilm swore up and down he will turn it into the most beautiful dragon out of the bunch and spoils it endlessly and the dragon eats it up. It has the most etiquette out of all of the dragons, from the way it walks to the way it flies, everyone knew it was Vil’s dragon from a mile away. It is also the most famous dragon because of course Vil will creates photoshoots for it (did I mention it’s photogenic as well? Are you surprise?)

Idia fucking panics when the dragon imprinted on him, he just muster the energy to went and see if the dragons are accurate to the games he plays or not and now he has one as a pet?! No! Ortho encourages him to take care of it to create a healthy routine besides gaming and it actually works. Idia’s dragon is like a cat- that’s it, cat dragon, the thing does pull him away if his sleep schedule is too messed up though-

Malleus is excited to have a dragon pet because :O, another thing that is not afraid of him! Asked Lilia alot about how to care for it and when he realizes that this dragon is different, immediately went to the EAH girls for help. Another one that took care of his dragon seriously, sometimes too seriously. Probably the one to fly the dragon the fastest out of all of them. Malleus likes to take his dragon out on walks to where he carries it in his arm and just talks to it about the things he like (gargoyles).

I know Yuu/Mc doesn’t have one but still I can’t help it-

Yuu is there when the dragon hatches so is it a surprise when one immediately imprinted on him/her/them? Grim at first doesn’t like the new companion but one threat from Yuu about revoking his tuna privileges and he shuts up immediately. Yuu tries to take cares of his/her/their dragon the best of his/her/their abilities and the dragon notices it, sometimes licking his/her/their faces as a thank you. Likes to hang out with Malleus and his dragon on their nightly walk, so the two dragons are besties.

Oooooh I love those ideas!

And the interraction with the twst characters and their dragons are just adorable! ^^

And yeah I'm still working on the AU! I'm really sorry it's take so long, I'm trying my best to finish the Way too Wonderland part and I promised I'll post it as soon it's finished! ^^

#ever after high #twisted wonderland #eah #twst #crossover #ever after high au #dragon games #ask #au idea

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serafiel-jacobs · 1 year ago

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Co-Dependency (FANFIC)

New Chapter of my Angst series 💜

Geppetto was helping Carlo eat, it was one of those days where he couldn’t, Carlo was shaking and silently crying, but his father kept reassuring him that everything would be fine, it never got easier for Carlo when this had to happen, but the care his father gave him made it at the very least comforting, Carlo was feeling very small, it felt good to have his father take care of him.

Romeo was sitting with them trying to eat his breakfast, but he couldn’t, he was worried about Carlo and it was making him lose his appetite.

Once he was done, he sent Carlo to get some rest as he was clearly still in distress. A few minutes passed and Romeo still hadn’t touched his food, obviously, his father noticed it.

“Are you feeling alright?”

��Yes. I just, I just” Romeo was stuttering his words, “I’m just worried about Carlo, I don’t feel like eating”

His father looked at him with a smile and sat im the chair next to him, “Would you like me to help you eat”

No, no, no, I am an adult, I can do this by myself, I can-

“Yes please” Romeo whispers, he is starting to feel small as well.

Geppetto spoon-feeds his son, and when he is done Romeo starts to cry, he doesn’t know why he is crying but it doesn’t matter his two sons cry over everything, he just has to be there to comfort them.

“You are a good boy Romeo go get some rest with your brother will you?”

Romeo nods and does what he is told, for a second Geppetto thinks he is alone until he hears chirping from the table, he had forgotten that Gemini was there, and the chirping got louder.

“What?” Geppetto took a deep breath, “What did I do now?” He doesn’t know what Gemini talks about but he can tell by his tone and expressions that he constantly gets mad at him.

He can see Gemini roll his eyes and cross his arms, his antennas also moving down to show his disappointment.

“Ugh, you don’t know anything about being a parent Gemini, just be a good friend to my sons, that’s all you need to do” Geppetto gets frustrated with him sometimes but his boys loves to play with Gemini, and besides it’s always just petty arguments, no need to take action about his behavior.

Geppetto finishes some chores, he starts to think a little bit, he can tell when they start to act younger, honestly, he likes seeing them that way, they always behave well when they are like that, no insults against him or trying to kill him, obviously, he doesn’t get angry with them about that but it’s not fun to be at the receiving end of those sorts of things; and they are so adorable when they act that way, he showers them with love and he can tell how happy it makes them, how they need him for comfort, it makes them be less stressed.

Not to mention when they call him daddy instead of father, it’s cute how his two little boys love him so much.

Geppetto wants to enjoy this while it lasts, it’s usually either Carlo or Romeo feeling small, this is the first time both of them feel that way at the same time.

He goes to their room to check on them, their hair looks a bit messy, Geppetto has to help them with very basic tasks when they get like this; then he gets an idea, he knows something that can help them feel better.

“I’m going to prepare a bath for the two of you”

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They have a bathtub in the house, although it just sits there barely used, it had a good amount of space, enough for Carlo and Romeo to fit in together with no problems. Soaking in warm water would be good for the two of them, his sons were quiet but he could tell that they felt less tense. Geppetto was bathing them, and he took good care of their hair, both of his sons had long hair so they needed extra care to keep it healthy.

Geppetto prides himself in taking good care of his boys, they need him, and he also needs them.

When Carlo died, he lost everything, he had nothing and nobody, and he had lost his will to live, he even tried to take his life, but he failed; Geppetto is glad that he failed, he preserved and managed to bring Carlo back, it took a lot of work but he did it, and Romeo had become a part of his family, he couldn’t have expected a better outcome.

His sons are everything to him, they are his world and they need him, they need his care and love.

They are my reason for living.

The more time has passed, the easier things get, it’s nice, Geppetto can tell that every day they depend more on him, they don’t need to worry about anything, he will always be there for them, he can do everything they need for them.

After he is done, he takes a towel and drys off both of them, usually he would lets them go to their room so that they can change themselves, but this time, Geppetto is the one changing them, at first they protest, yet in the end, they both easily give in.

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about, I’m your father”

He can see their expressions change, that his sons feel safe around him, and it makes Geppetto smile. He really needs to change them himself more often, they tend to stay in their pajamas for most of the day, and they need to learn that even if they aren’t allowed outside by themselves they still need to wear proper clothing inside the house.

He takes them to the living room to spend time as a family.

Time that is mostly spent cuddling with them, Carlo got closer and he gave him a big hug, Geppetto could tell by Romeo’s expression that he got jealous; Romeo gave him a big hug as well.

How adorable, they are fighting over him.

Geppetto smiled, “You two are my good little boys”

The hours passed, and Geppetto made them dinner, he also fed them himself even if they were feeling better, he also might have taken his sweet time doing it, being extra gentle, his memory takes him back to when Carlo was younger, his wife had recently passed away, and he was the one to take of him, it was always a struggle to make Carlo eat, and it looks like things haven’t changed since then, so Geppetto feels happy that Carlo isn’t fighting back this time, that his son isn’t closing his eyes trying not to think about it.

Geppetto is feeding Carlo more food than usual, he wants his son to gain the weight he has lost, at first, Carlo tries to say that he is full but Geppetto isn’t done with him. “Carlo please just a little more” his son knows that he won’t take no for an answer, so Carlo lets him feed him more even if he doesn’t want to. Geppetto just encourages him, giving him reassuring words.

It was a bit messier with Romeo, sure he wasn’t protesting but Geppetto could tell that he wanted to do so, Romeo tends to get feisty, and although he has been slowly giving in, Geppetto knows that he has to put more effort into making him compliant. So when Romeo accidentally stains himself, Geppetto takes the opportunity.

“Romeo, sweetie try not to move as much so that daddy can feed you properly,” Geppetto says as he cleans him up.

After that, Romeo stays completely still, and Geppetto praises him for being a good boy.

Carlo and Romeo feel very small, they feel helpless, they can't do anything by themselves, not properly anyway, and their daddy has to be there to help them.

You have to snap out of it, this isn't normal, this isn't normal, please, snap out of it.

Romeo looks at Carlo, and he is thinking the same thing as him, and for a second they feel lucid, the illusion is broken, they hate this, they hate being treated this way, they don't want this, this isn't fair, they can let themselves be treated this way, they aren´t children, they have to do something, they have to-

“I'm letting the two of you outside tomorrow, as a reward for being very obedient boys today”

They feel frozen in place, the fog in their minds consuming them again. Yes, Daddy is right, they have been very obedient today, he knows best, Daddy takes good care of them, and they need him. Who else will take care of them? Who else will love them?

Gemini could sense that they were starting to feel overwhelmed, and he started to chirp again, Geppetto grabbed the cricket and handed him down to his sons so that they could play with him, Gemini's plan worked and soon Geppetto left them alone so that they can play in peace, Gemini sang to them, it always makes them calmer, he makes a motion for them to see him up close, each lifts a finger to the cage, and Gemini with his small arms barely manages to touch each, it's simple but the message gets across, that the two of them can count on him.

Once it was finally nighttime, Geppetto made them sleep in his bed with him, cradling them until rest finally took them.

And for the first time, since he had shut himself and his sons in this house, Geppetto wept, because he finally had them, he finally had the family he wanted, that loved he loved unconditionally and vice versa. They don't need anything else, he can give them everything they need here, they don't anyone else, as his father is all they could ever need. His sons are everything he has, he has nothing without them, and he is nothing without them.

He can’t let them get away, he can’t make them leave their side, they will stay with him here, Geppetto will never let them go.

Because he needs them, he needs them even more than what they need him.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p geppetto #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #lies of p carlo #lies of p romeo #lies of p gemini #this is in ao3 too #i think im going to hell for writing this

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caffeinatedkylie · 8 months ago

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Routine Reset: Day 1/60

14th March 2024

Here it is: the current productivity tag! On a two-month break from school and buckling down on my wellness and routines. I’m focusing on a handful of priorities:

physical wellness— locking down my sleep schedule, consistent hydration, exercising regularly, eating healthy

mental wellness— med consistency, journaling, meditation, reducing screen time (particularly with recreational reading!)

routines— morning and evening routines, study routines (trying to Pavlov myself into a scholarly headspace)

productivity— simplifying/solidifying my planning and task management practices, researching study tools/resources, instituting time tracking

life management— tightening up my finances just a little (moving right after Christmas/boyfriend’s birthday/anniversary season really left a girl strapped), firming up an errand/chore schedule, closet clean out/declutter

Basically just like. Getting my life all the way together, so that by the time school starts I am absolutely maximizing my available energy. I’m genuinely excited to be a student again, but I also started college almost 17 years ago and I just. Want to be done lol. So I’m clearing the path as much as possible before I embark.

So all of that said, here’s what I did today!

did a load of laundry

watched my Tar Heels knock Florida State out of the ACC Tournament (have I mentioned that March basketball is my favorite part of the entire year?) and ran out for coffee at halftime

trimmed my cat’s nails

emailed my admissions coach confirming next steps for summer enrollment

talked to a very nice lady at public works about my garbage can disappearing with the bags today, got that sorted out, and set up recycling in the process!

journaled

finally picked a book from a to-read pile that has only grown for the last 3+ years (starting with Another Day’s Begun, a book that profiles a number of productions of my favorite play of all time, Thornton Wilder’s Our Town)

And with that, I’m off to shower and bed!

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freewayinsurance · 1 year ago

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Keeping Your Car Interior Clean with Messy Kids

You probably want the relationship between messy kids and your clean car to be better… luckily it can be! We know how it starts though: after that first half-eaten raisin bounces from their mouths to the cup holders to the dirt on your floor mats, things start to get unclean pretty fast. Before you know it, there’s water sloshing around the center console and sticky-fingered children spinning around in their seats to make handprints no DIY or professional wash can resolve.

We’re here to tell you that there are ways to keep the interior fresh, safe (even safer when you have car insurance) and clutter-free. The trick is this: you have to be prepared by organizing, stocking cleaning resources, and even to go so far as creating a “clean culture” (more on this later!) to give your vehicle the best chance of surviving the trail young people can leave behind.

You and your fellow auto owners can be ready to change the clean-car-meets-messy-kids dynamic. The following tips range from spills to empathy as you preserve the interior of your car.

Have a Place for Everything

As a parent, you likely spend a lot of time trying to get your kids to not do something poorly… did you know you can re-route that behavior by empowering them to do something else well?

Giving items you are packing – such as travel games, wet wipes, tools, and snacks – a place or box to live in can encourage children to put them back where they belong. For instance, according to The American Academy of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry, research suggests including chores in a child’s routine as early as age three can be beneficial.

Now, let’s explore exactly what goes where!

1. Car Organizers

Organizers are containers, compartments, or dividers that separate the inside of your automobile into more manageable sections. For example, use storage bags to hang behind your seats. You can organize items such as snacks, books, and toys (plus, they are easy to reach when kids are buckled up in the back). Keeping your kids entertained by having their favorite items accessible.

You can keep the vehicle’s interior clean simply by having a plastic bag for trash and a cloth bag for dirty shoes. By having organizers on hand, you’ll have more control over keeping your car – and kids! – tidy.

2. Keep Loose Change Organized

Loose change is just one of many things that can create a chaotic look in your automobile. Depending on your child’s age, it can also be a choking hazard. Keep coins in a central location such as a little purse or a box with a latch inside your glove compartment. That way, all your money can stay in one spot and is reachable when you pass through tolls or a drive-thru (no more searching around the door panels and in the front seats for that extra 25 cents).

3. Keep Food Sealed

First, it is important to mention that food can easily go bad when exposed to hot temperatures. That said, with kids you may opt for more enduring snack options, such as crackers, which need to be sealed. You can seal food with Tupperware, beeswax food wraps, or even in their original packaging with little clasps to close it.

Sealing food keeps treats fresh and it also sends the message to your children that there is a time and place to eat. If food is left out in the open, kids are more likely to just keep eating it as well as not notice if a particular food has gone stale. Don’t let old food become part of the clutter but do make room for healthy, properly sealed snacks.

If you decide to keep food in your ride, we also recommend having water bottles to stay hydrated, too. And, to avoid the losing battle of snack crumbs gone wrong, go ahead and keep paper towels and a mini vacuum cleaner nearby as well.

Things You Must Have in Your Car

At this point, we’ve walked you through things you could have, but now we’re getting to the really good part of things you must have. These must-haves are for any parent of messy kids who are ready to end their dirty streak once and for all.

· Trash Can

When you don’t have a designated trash can, your entire vehicle becomes one big receptacle. It may start out as dust, but your misplaced trash collection will soon include an old toothbrush, old sock, and used baby wipes without a trash can in sight. That said, our favorite vehicle-friendly trash cans have lids. Another way to really boost the success of trash cans is to empty them after each ride… yes, we do mean every single time. Trash has no place in your beautiful, clean car and by maintaining a trash can you also let your children know that this is a trash-free zone.

· Silicone Cupcake Liners

Silicone cupcake liners work best when you use them to line your cup holders. Instead of allowing liquid and small things you drop to be forever lost in the area your cup should be, place the silicone cupcake liners there as both a protective barrier and a glove mitt. Silicone cupcake liners also come in wonderful colors that you can match to other major colors in your automobile.

· Handheld Vacuum

Nowadays they make small-but-mighty handheld vacuums specifically designed for your car! Not only do they have various attachments to reach tough areas, they also have their own little USB charging cords that fit right into the charging ports of your vehicle. The only thing handheld vacuums can’t really solve are stains, pet hair, and mold, but we have ideas for those too, such as cleaning supplies and a lint roller.

· Glove Compartment Essentials

Speaking of getting things cleaner and cleaner while teaching your children to stay organized at the same time, dedicating the glove compartment to special cleaning items is a win-win for both parties. Here are the essentials we know you’ll be thankful to have year-round:

Stash of napkins or rags

Antibacterial wipes or other cleaning products

Hand sanitizer

Swiffer duster

A mini expanding file to sort papers

Create a Routine

Now that you have all you and your children need to keep the interior clean and organized, incorporating positive routines is the best way to reinforce the idea that your automobile isn’t a place for big messes. While you may not become detailers in one day, these new habits will keep your vehicle in good condition.

· Clean Messes up Right Away

As soon as a mess of any kind happens – if you can find a safe place to pull over – you can use clean water, a foam brush or sponge, and a microfiber towel to help clean up. Making a habit of cleaning messes immediately can also help to discourage behavior that leads to making messes because your kids will see how much time and effort then goes into the removing of debris and grime.

· Whatever You Bring In, You Must Also Bring Out

You may have heard the phrase “leave no trace” and it applies here as well: either take out the same items you bring into the vehicle and/or take out as many items as you bring in. Either way – create an even exchange of objects so that your auto doesn’t carry too many. The best part about bringing out whatever you bring in is that you can continue to empower your kids by kindly asking them to help you. Before long, don’t be surprised if you hear one of them say, “Is there anything I can bring home from the car today?”

· Clean Your Shoes Before Stepping in the Car

Nothing can undo an expensive interior cleaning job like dirty shoes. With children especially, you may find shoe prints anywhere from formerly clean seats to hard surfaces! Take a few moments before entering the automobile to wipe down shoes (or remove child shoes entirely and place them into a simple plastic bag during the drive).

· Shake Out Floor Mats Often

As an extra special tip, try shaking out your floor mats every time you exit your ride. With kids, it may be a bit difficult to do this in the back of the car or back seat each time, but at the very least, the front is possible.

· Set Reminders to Maintain Your System

We know that being a busy parent can turn a well-intentioned cleaning routine into more stress, and that is why you should set reminders to maintain your system so that – over time – the new system becomes as natural as breathing. As your kids continue to witness your attempts at cleanliness, they will inherit those habits as well. In no time at all, you will be an entire family devoted to less messes and more fun drives.

Model It

There are many ways to show others – especially children – how to keep things neat in the car, but nothing compares to actually showing them!

Stop Using Your Car as Storage

We’ve helped bring to light a lot about tough stains, trash, organizing, and so on, but what we really want to add is this: stop storing bigger items in your ride! Bigger items can add weight, which will translate into using more gas. Beyond that, bigger items can get in the way of the space necessary to keep your kids safe inside. The easiest way to stop using your ride as storage is to create a separate storage space where anything you need to store can reside.

Encourage Positive Communication

At the end of the day, your car will be at its cleanest – yes, even with kids! – when you encourage positive communication about what it means to be clean, how to do it, and why it matters. For instance, educate your children on the concept that cleanliness means no food or trash thrown about, achieving that by using the trash bin and storing their snacks the right way, and that it matters because less time cleaning means more time having fun. You can even offer examples of having more fun in the automobile, such as listening to their favorite songs!

Offer choices

If you’re still having trouble keeping your automobile clean with messy kids, remember that empowerment will always prevail over punishment. Giving your child the choice to lint roll the seats or wipe the dashboard once per week is an easier way to get them to do at least one of those tasks willingly. If there is a certain messy behavior you wish to curb, take a moment to think about how you can frame it as a choice for your child.

Empathize

Finally, always keep in mind it can be really hard – even for adults – to keep things clean. There is always a chance that dirt and other things will be left behind after a drive, especially if you use it a lot and traverse different terrains. Practicing empathy and a level of grace when it comes to keeping your vehicle neat and tidy with messy kids will keep a positive energy around the act of cleaning, encouraging more and more of it over time.

Get Affordable Insurance Online for Your Clean Car and Less Messy Kids

Now that you’re feeling inspired to keep it clean with kids, be sure to secure affordable insurance from Freeway Insurance today. Get a fast and free quote online, give us a call at (800) 777-5620 or stop by one of our convenient locations.

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motorclit · 3 months ago

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I've mentioned several times as posts that I make (like this one) as well as sharing my story via reblogs about how I went to counseling to try and get therapy for my body image issue (relating to my face and the fact that my body didn't look "womanly" enough to me because I was so skinny) and abandonment issues, only to have an eating disorder specialist tell me, without asking about my history with food or how often I use a weight scale (see: almost never), tell me I was anorexic because she wanted to make money off me by trying to get me to consent to put me into in-patient care. She spent the whole fucking time telling me the only reason why she diagnosed me was because of my BMI and spent her efforts trying to convince me to go into in-patient care. She ignored everything else I've said and even ignored my muž when he was brought in and took *my* side instead of hers. (Context, I have a fast metabolism and didn't know how to eat properly for my metabolism to gain weight.)

While I'm at a healthy weight now (no thanks to her), her ass and my years of trauma still have me feeling like shit when I look into a mirror. When I got a second tattoo (my first one was about a decade ago), I felt improvement in how I felt looking in the mirror.

But before the second tattoo, I tried very hard to find a therapist that met my needs, and all of who I found not only live across the state, but cost way too much money and don't take my insurance.

Tattoos and tarot cards are far more affordable and accessible to me and don't care that I'm Autistic.

I bring up being Autistic because the help a neurotypical or an allistic person would get will not be helpful to me. My brain is not wired for that kind of help. But the moment I mentioned to that counselor that I wanted to be assessed for Autism, her professionalism devolved into her seeing me as easy cash if she got me into patient care because she wanted to milk my insurance. (She had a smirk when I inquired about the assessment and she said, "Oh don't worry. We'll get to that." Like it was a funny joke or something.) If I was formally diagnosed, I probably would have been submitted to in-patient care for a disorder I didn't have against my will and who knows what else, but because I wasn't, she had to try and convince me to consent to it.

Tattoos and tarot cards are safer for me than seeing a therapist. That is why I still have a good chunk of my stimmy money in a box as well as money I make from my dad paying me to do certain chores he can't do around the house squirreled away into another box. (Luckily I have just three decks of tarot that I got over time. I dont like collecting decks, just needed to find what deck worked for me.)

As far as my face is concerned, I want ear piercings and a septum piercing, but I'm beyond terrified of any piercing getting caught on something. Otherwise, I'd jump at that opportunity, too. Don't know if clip-ons exist or not for septums.

I have a loving muž who says there's nothing wrong with my face or body. The problem is that despite being together for almost 20 years, the trauma from all the bullying I've had to endure growing up has done some serious damage to me. It's to the point where I can't wear shorts without tights. I still don't feel fully comfortable being around the man that I married despite how enthusiastic he is when talking about how much he loves the way that I look. That's how bad it has affected me.

Tarot has helped me with abandonment issues, including giving me the courage to talk to my muž about it. Tattoos are gonna help me feel comfortable in my own skin. This second one has made a noticeable impact on how I feel when I look in the mirror. And I hope to get more once I get concept sketches of my third one doodled up for the artist to give an idea what I'm going for. I hope to get 2 or 3 more before winter months (to avoid covid). Then I'll start getting more during the spring (avoiding the spring peak of the avoidable but inevitable covid wave). If things go according to plan, I'll be covered enough by the end of next year to start wearing shorts with no tights in public, as well as more tanktops more often.

It's ridiculous how tattoos and tarot cards are more accessible to me than quality therapy...

#cw mentioning of eating disorder #my next tattoo is X-Men TAS Beast on my thigh

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mudassir160 · 3 months ago

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Freedom from Food: How a Weight-Loss Drug Helped One Mom Reclaim Her Life and Shed 65 Pounds

For years, Emily Carter felt trapped in a relentless cycle of emotional eating and weight gain. As a busy mother of two, her days were filled with the demands of parenting, work, and managing a household. Food had become her comfort, her escape from the stress and exhaustion that seemed to never end. But as her weight crept up to over 220 pounds, Emily knew something had to change. She felt like a prisoner in her own body, struggling with self-esteem, health issues, and a constant sense of guilt for not being the active, energetic mom she wanted to be.

Emily had tried countless diets, exercise plans, and wellness programs over the years, but nothing seemed to work long-term. The cravings, the emotional eating, and the overwhelming urge to snack late at night always won out. She felt defeated, wondering if she would ever be able to break free from the grip that food had on her life.

Then, one day, a friend mentioned something that caught Emily’s attention—a new weight-loss drug that had been gaining popularity for its effectiveness. Initially, Emily was skeptical. She had always been wary of quick fixes and magic pills, but after doing some research and consulting with her doctor, she decided to give it a try. She knew she needed more than just willpower to overcome her struggles; she needed a tool that could help her regain control.

The first few weeks on the medication were a revelation. Almost immediately, Emily noticed a significant change in her relationship with food. The cravings that had once ruled her life began to fade. For the first time in years, she felt in control of her appetite. Meals became a time for nourishment, not an emotional crutch. Emily described the experience as gaining “freedom from food”—a sense of liberation she hadn’t felt in years.

As the weeks turned into months, Emily’s weight started to drop steadily. She lost 10 pounds, then 20, then 40. The transformation was not just physical but emotional as well. With each pound lost, Emily gained a renewed sense of self-confidence and energy. She started exercising regularly, not because she felt she had to, but because she wanted to. She was finally able to keep up with her kids, enjoying activities with them that she had once been too tired or self-conscious to participate in.

By the time Emily had lost 65 pounds, she barely recognized the person staring back at her in the mirror. But the most significant change wasn’t just in her appearance; it was in her mindset. The weight-loss drug had done more than just help her shed pounds—it had given her the mental clarity and strength to change her life for the better.

Emily is quick to point out that the drug wasn’t a magic cure. It was a tool that helped her take back control of her life, but it was her commitment to a healthier lifestyle that made the real difference. She adopted better eating habits, focusing on whole, nutritious foods and mindful eating practices. She also made exercise a regular part of her routine, finding joy in movement rather than seeing it as a chore.

Today, Emily is living a life she once only dreamed of. She’s active, healthy, and most importantly, free from the constant battle with food that had once consumed her. She’s become an advocate for others who struggle with similar issues, encouraging them to explore all the tools available to them—whether it’s medication, therapy, or support groups—to find what works best for them.

Emily’s journey is a testament to the power of taking control of your health, both physically and mentally. Her story reminds us that sometimes, the help we need comes in unexpected forms, and that there’s no shame in seeking the tools that can help us live our best lives.

As Emily often says, “It wasn’t just about losing the weight; it was about gaining a life where food no longer controlled me. That’s the real freedom, and it’s worth every step of the journey.”

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marthfador · 6 months ago

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Reminder that if you can't get the energy or mindset together to do literally anything but one single thing during the day, make that thing cleaning your teeth. One way or another. Even if it's just a swish with mouthwash or a quick dry brush. Take care of your dang teeth.

Broke? Imagine how much more broke you'll be when one of your teeth snaps in half and you have to have some emergency dental work! Imagine living with teeth rotting so badly that it hurts to eat anything- do you think you can get the nutrition you need plus being able to afford being picky about what you eat? If you're too tired to brush your teeth, do you think you'll suddenly develop the energy to cook everything you ever eat down into mush you'll be able to gum down to avoid dental pain?

Not to even mention the emotional toll of just having bad teeth. If you've ever looked in a mirror and thought "um my teeth look a little yellow :/" or w/e, now imagine them rotting out of your head and looking in the mirror. Then just the emotional toll of being in constant pain, being unable to eat things and fully enjoy them, etc etc. Then of course let's not forget the perception of others. We don't want to think about how people judge on appearance, but they do! If you're applying for a job you really need, will you feel confident with rotten teeth? Do you think that will have an effect on how the hiring manager may see you? Something else to consider!

I know that upkeep of anything at all can be taxing. If you're already struggling to keep alive, it feels like such a chore to do anything else at all, but believe me that it's something that'll be better for you in the long run! Dental issues are perhaps one of the most expensive issues to have! A lot of work places offer some sort of health insurance these days, but not all include dental! Just the fact dental insurance is separate on its own should be a clue!!

Again- do what you can. Ideally? Brushing, flossing, mouthwash. Don't feel like you can manage the effort? Try at least swishing a couple times with mouthwash. Hate brushing in general for texture? I've heard others recommend a washcloth! I used to have 'travel toothbrushes' that were basically toothpasted-up sponges on a stick that were actually pretty pleasant to chew on lol. Hate the taste of toothpaste? There's plenty of other flavors out there, plus even tooth powder for those that hate the texture! (There's actually kids toothpastes with just as much fluoride and whatnot as adult toothpastes and taste much nicer! I use Mio and so far have tried their orange mint and sakura flower flavors and they help my tooth sensitivity!!) While I haven't had as much luck with adult mouthwashes that don't taste gnarly, the kids mouthwashes are just as well! Remember going for alcohol-free to reduce burn! Hate flossing? Try another way! I personally find the picks easier to use, but even then I'm not fond of flossing so I got myself a water pik. It gets gunk out from between my teeth plus massages my gums! (Actually what made me think of this post- my gums are sensitive since I've not pik'd in a while and bled some when I tried again tonight! Oop! It really is SO EASY to fall behind!)

All in all- don't skimp out on taking care of your teeth! They don't come back!! If you can, talk to your dentist about any and all reservations you may have and they'll help you try to find ways to keep your teeth healthy. If you can't, talk to friends and find forums online to see if anyone else has found solutions to similar issues! Literally, if you do only one single thing in a day, make it taking care of your teeth!!!

#okay this is a long post but it's necessary ok

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timeless-beauty-essentials · 7 months ago

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heralthcaremarketingblogs · 1 year ago

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10 Advice For Husband After Hysterectomy - (Husband’s Role)

Going through a hysterectomy procedure can be daunting for your spouse, so as a husband, there are things you can do to help them go through the procedure. It is important to understand hysterectomy surgery is generally not an optional procedure. Even if there are alternate treatment options available, getting a recommendation to get a hysterectomy means there are considerably serious menstrual health issues that your wife is facing.

So, a husband’s role after hysterectomy would be to first learn about the procedure and be aware of its recovery process. This is crucial to ensure you are able to support your partner through a tough period. And to help you navigate hysterectomy surgery recovery support, here is a look at 10 post-hysterectomy care tips that you can perform while caring for spouse post-surgery.

10 Post Hysterectomy Care Tips for Supporting Wife After Surgery

1. Be There With Her Physically

After your wife is out of the surgery, Gynaecologists may recommend that she can go home. Be there for her. Bring her home safely and don’t let her drive or have her come home alone. These moments are emotionally jarring for any person to has gone through a major procedure like a hysterectomy. Being there by her side is one of the best ways for you to support your wife after surgery.

2. Share Her Responsibilities

Once she is back home from the hospital, make sure you share the household responsibilities with her. Getting adequate rest after the procedure will help her recover faster and be able to get back to her life again. However, having to perform all types of household chores may delay recovery and increase the chances for complications. So, be it cooking, cleaning, or other household chores, try to help her as much as you can.

3. Help Her Manage Her Medications

Post-surgery, there are a lot of medications that patients may need to have. Having medicines on time is crucial to ensure quick and proper recovery. You can also help her get all the medicines she needs on time. To help her stay on her recovery schedule, you can talk to her Gynaecologists and understand her medicine schedules yourself to help her recover smoothly.

4. Encourage Her To Get The Necessary Rest

When you are back from the hospital, one of the first things anybody would want is to feel normal again. And feeling normal involves doing all the things you used to do before. However, after a surgery, rest is required to ensure you are not putting yourself in danger. So, make sure you encourage your partner to get the rest they need. And the best way to ensure this is to be with them and not leave them alone during the recovery process.

5. Be There For Her Emotionally

Emotional support is just as important as physical support in helping patients recover. Being there for your wife emotionally means you should be receptive to her needs. All the points mentioned above are parts of supporting your partner physically and emotionally. Additionally, you can also try to help her feel normal about herself and help her with any insecurities that she might be developing. Small actions go a long way in helping your wife recover well.

6. Try Making Nutritious Meals For Her

Recovery is a lot about eating healthy and if your wife is the person that always makes delicious meals for you, this is your chance to return the favour. Do note that the food you prepare for her, should also be healthy and not just tasty. Having a balanced meal every day can help her regain her strength and recover quicker. You can also talk to her Gynaecologists to understand her dietary needs post-surgery better.

7. Accompany Her on Doctor Visits

This is a great opportunity for you to understand the recovery process in detail and note down any details that she may miss during the visits. It is also a great way to show your support for her recovery and ensure that she is safe while travelling.

8. Help Her Recover At Her Own Pace

Recovery depends on the patient and it doesn’t always work like clockwork. It is key that you remain patient and supportive of your wife throughout the process. This will help her feel more comfortable and not feel rushed to recover. Allowing your wife to take the time will help her immensely as the female body can go through difficult hormonal changes after an aggressive procedure like a hysterectomy. So, always remember patience is the key.

9. Take Attention of Your Sex Life

This is a very important yet tricky subject. If you don’t bring up sex, your wife may feel that you don’t desire her any more or are freaked out by her after the procedure. On the contrary, if you constantly bring it up, it would be an unnecessary pressure on her. The key is to talk openly about the subject with your wife and offer positive reinforcement to her about her femininity and desirability.

10. Communicate With Her

Ask her about her feelings. Ask her how she is recovering. What is she scared of? Talk to her doctor and understand the changes (if any) she might be going through post surgery and talk to her about them. A lot of the times, after hysterectomy surgery, women may have bouts of depression due to the loss of fertility. Talk to your wife and let her know of your presence and support throughout the process. It will help you maintain a solid relationship while being the best friend and partner your wife needs as she is going through something.

Conclusion

If you follow these tips as a husband, your wife will love you more and recover in an optimal timeline. Just remember that communicating with her and being there by her side are the two most important things you can do during this period. You can also talk to her doctor to learn more about ways you can help her recover. To learn more about hysterectomy surgery and get the best minimally invasive hysterectomy procedure with a quick recovery, visit MASSH.

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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12/8/22

Today was tricky. I don't have good words for it honestly.

I woke up late, meaning I slept in and caught up on sleep. Not gonna beat myself up over that, not healthy. I called the vet, they wouldn't prescribe the sedative for my cat until after my first visit... and my first visit was supposed to be a blood draw... but they were actually super nice about it and worked with me. I should get a call from my old vet tomorrow about this, hopefully they can call in a prescription, otherwise I'll have to bring her in for a routine visit and then do the blood draw at a different date. Either way, I'll get it worked out.

It was just a bit emotionally difficult because Max actually puked this morning. Not sure why, I'm afraid it's because she was really hungry because I was late feeding her, because I slept in. But I'm not a doctor. I just told myself that reasoning to protect myself from thinking about her potentially being sick. She looks fine and healthy, just... cats don't normally vomit, not like dogs. So yeah. That was a difficult start to the day. I'll mention it on my appointment.

I got one of my dumb chores out of the way - putting a label in my mailbox so that they know who lives here now. It was really easy and I got it done quick, while strolling through the hallways in a wife-beater, barefoot, smelling like exotic essential oils, eating an apple, in fucking mid-December. Because I'm totally a normal human being like all of you, I promise.

After that, I learned how to tune my djembe. I have never taken the time to do that, and that poor thing is ancient and has like... been out in the rain and left in cars and shit, I'm shocked it's in as good condition as it is. I tightened the skin a bit and I think it sounds better, I just don't really feel comfortable playing it to test it, I'm still nervous about upsetting neighbors.

This was my lead-in to working on a musical arrangement. I was really inspired to do an acoustic cover of an After the Burial song. I love their rhythmic grooves and I think they'd translate over to acoustic hand-drums pretty well. At least I hope, only way to tell is to try. I put a few hours into arrangement, splitting the drums into djembe, taiko and etc cymbals (still haven't gotten that figured out fully). Then arranged it for 2 acoustic guitars in Open C# and a bass. So... if all goes according to plan... I should be able to cover this myself, even if I have to do electric drums.

I got a decent chunk done, then I had to do my therapy appointment. And it was regrettably the first bad therapy appointment I've had with this guy. Not to his fault, he's great and he meant well the entire time. He was overwhelmed, and was very upfront about it. We got onto a topic that was difficult for me (but that I had brought up several days ago after the giant fight with my parents): work and money. It triggered me. And I didn't express it out loud. I just rode the wave, I guess. Tried to navigate the emotional rapids. I started tearing up like halfway through, which is like... really embarrassing to be a grown man who starts crying because he's afraid he's just not competent or well-equipped enough for another form of work other than what he currently does. Like... I'm sorry, I have years of experience here. I have been rejected for every single application I've put in, and most of them because I'm too creative, too emotionally in-touch or too overqualified. Ambition Snowskates (a dream job), a writing job for a company where they review places that you can bring your pets, an animal shelter, the list goes on and on.

Really what gets me is like... I go to people in social services, right? The sector of social work that focuses on helping people get the resources they need to make their life functional. At least, that's my understanding. I've gone to therapists, I've gone to life coaches, I've gone to vocational rehabilitation. All with a very clear vision of what I want to do. It's a very broad range of things I want to do - music, art, poetry, video, animation, podcasts, crafts, whatever creatively inspires me - but it's very clear that I want to have an environment where I am free to strike when the inspiration iron is hot. All I need help with is figuring out how to translate this into money. Because I do not care. Money fucking bores me, it stresses me out, it gets in the way, it's a barrier, not a goal for me. Not only does money not motivate me, it actually immobilizes me. It makes me freak out, it emotionally overwhelms me, which obfuscates my creative focus and puts me in a state where I actually have to take time away from work to recover. It's really detrimental. And my life has really been fucked because of this cycle. I think about money, and I freak out and get emotionally overwhelmed, then I get in a stupid fight about how I'm not making enough money, then I have to take time to emotionally recover, then I open my eyes and a week and a half have gone by and I've done no work, I'm not streaming anymore, the dishes are stacked up chest-high in the kitchen and my beard is 2 feet long. That last part is an exaggeration but you get my point.

No one has been able to help with this. And it's so goddamn hard for me to articulate why this is even a problem, or how it is, or like... how profoundly crippling it's been. But like... the worst part... I feel like I'm just whining. And they wouldn't say it to my face, but I guarantee a lot of people I've talked to about this want to say "wow, don't be so dramatic, just go get a fucking job." Like I'm making excuses to get out of my civic duty of being a laborer for someone else's company. Well, here's my chance to vent, so buckle up. Why the fuck do I want to be a laborer for someone else's company if that same person would not, under any circumstances, support my business even as a customer? Why do I owe it to someone else who decided to open a restaurant or something, who happened to have a social support system that actually believed in them... just because I was not so lucky. Because I have been surrounded by self-absorbed narcissists who don't give half a shit about my health or success, only what they can get out of me. Who just want free shit, or to show off, or to share their music that they like, or to get affirmations or compliments or reassurance, or to just have someone actually listen to them.

See, once I start pulling this money/work thread, I just start unravelling, it's just stitched into every fucking problem in my life. So I started emotionally breaking down during the session. He tried to help, he really did. He referred me to local art resources, pulled up the website and everything and I thanked him like he was on the fucking RMS Carpathia. I like... I know it's not in his job description. So... I just encouraged him to like... help me develop strategies to combat social anxiety so I'd be a little more confident and okay meeting people in my field.

I feel like I have the portfolio of someone fresh out of college or something. I'm 36. I've been working in multimedia art for over 15 years. I feel myself rabbit-holing, I don't need to do this. This, right here, this thought chain... this is impostor syndrome. So, this is me course correcting. I have a lot of diverse artistic talents, and a lot of knowledge from many, many diverse disciplines. Geology, mythology, ancient history, spirituality, music theory, illustration, painting, sculpture, animation, the list goes on and on. Because I have so many diverse influences and such a broad net of creative knowledge, it can make each specific part look... underdeveloped. Like... if I spent the past 15 years just playing guitar. 4 hours a day, every day, for 15 years. I'd be a phenomenal guitarist. But I spread that time out into different things. So that's why I feel like I don't have as much to show for it as others. But I need to remind myself that my diversity and perspective is my strength. It's what makes me unique, as a multimedia artist. But all of this can be hard to like... let someone know within the first 5 minutes of meeting them, and a lot of people want the TL;DR - and there really isn't one.

I've talked about this before and I honestly don't want to relive it right now. The big take-away here is that... I was so caught up in the emotional fog of this... that I didn't let him know that I had uncovered this ghost from my past. That I had unearthed my long-buried diagnosis with ADHD. Which I'm sure anyone who even glances at my MASSIVE several page journal entries would probably go "yeah dude, no shit you have ADHD", but in my eyes, it's still hard to fully process. And again, I still feel like an impostor. I still feel like I'm "tricking myself" into thinking I have ADHD, and I'm sorta like... method acting it. So frustrating.

So... I'm going to send him a message after this to clarify and pass that insight along, which may help him come up with some tools catered to helping someone with unmanaged ADHD regulate. It's a lot of the same tools as anxiety, from my understanding. Meditation, grounding, emotional regulation, but maybe brainstorming more executive functioning stuff. I've been coming up with some crafty life hacks that have been working pretty well, but I'd love to hear a professional's take on it, assuming he's well versed at all. Oh, also, probably a good tell that I have ADHD is that we go overtime like every fucking session because I'm talking the entire goddamn time and feeding him with that energy, and I have like zero perception of time, and he lets me lead. Might have something to do with it! XD

So yeah, after the meeting... I was super upset. Like... really emotional. And I called my mom, and warned her upfront that I was very emotional and it would be helpful if she could help process. She was very kind and did, and we talked about work stuff and she was very encouraging. She was very excited to see the piece I made for my sister-in-law, and to see the write-up I did with it too, telling that individual piece's story, and the science behind how smoky quartz gets smoky colored. I brainstormed doing videos documenting the process of my pieces - in short and long form, short for YouTube, long for Patreon - from finding sticks and stones in the woods to the final product, with me narrating the process and talking about all of the historic, geological, whatever context that goes behind it. To really show how fucking important these pieces are to me, how special they are. And to show my fascination, my obsession, my passion about all of the amazing things behind this.

The story that resonated with my mom was one I told her about a TEDx talk I watched the other day about one of the oldest ceremonial gravesites found in the world, it was like 35,000 years old. And they found like 4,000 carved mammoth tusk beads in there with the dude. And someone actually went through the process of recreating these beads from authentic mammoth ivory just to see how long it would take a skilled individual to make them, and it took him an hour each using primitive tools. Think about that. These were people who like... we don't even know if they had spoken language yet. And they sunk at least 4,000 hours into carving beads that were going to be buried in the ground. Like... That's absolutely fascinating to me. And it speaks to me about the power of making something for the sake of it being... precious. Valued. Sacred. None of these words seem right, and Holy seems really pompous... Special? I don't know, I can't find the right word. There is something so viscerally powerful to me about picking up a stick, carving it with unique designs (even if they aren't referentially meaningful, that's a bonus, honestly), and then... it's no longer "stick". It's "your stick". It's something engrained into our DNA at a primal level. It's something we have been doing for millennia before we were even painting on the walls of caves! And I am blessed to have the freedom to explore this.

Now, take someone who has the passion you just heard, the commitment to learn thousands of different techniques, the resiliency to fuck up a piece that I've sunk hundreds of hours into and to get back up and try again... and put that guy in a car delivering DoorDash for half the day instead of working on this stuff. Tell me that makes sense. Give me a reason that justifies that. Like... I should be teaching college-level classes. And the reason I need to put my time into "a job" to "make money"? So that I can pay my bills. So that I don't die. Not to better my future. Not to utilize my trained skills. So that I don't get evicted, and so that I have food in my cupboard. Call me melodramatic, but this seems like an egregious failing of social structure.

So... I'm gonna keep working on my art. I'm gonna try to get over my shit and post pictures on Instagram. And, most importantly (I think), I'm going to shop around for a mentor. I need to find an artist like me, a multimedia artist. I'm cool being an assistant or whatever. I just need someone connected to show me the ropes and help me find my place. That's really it, I think. I'm nervous, but I think it's excited nerves. Who cares if I fuck up somehow and embarrass myself, at least I tried, and I can try again.

I need to give Max her meds and my hand is actually sore from furiously typing this with no breaks. I need to go.

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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