#its basically safety tips n tricks

[spencersmagic]

a knife twists at the thought - SR

Prompt: a knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark - Arctic Monkeys

Summary: Spencer is new to this, and the poor boy is terrified

Couple: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid (i picture season 2/3 Spencer but y’all do you)

Category: angst

Word count: 3086 words

Warnings: general criminal minds stuff, mentions and descriptions of torture, descriptions of loss, HAPPY ENDING!!, my 3am writing, tooth rotting love, uhmm spoilers for Orwell’s 1984 (if anybody hasn’t read it), humiliation, Spencer crying and breaking my heart (lmk if you need anything warned or trigger tagged).

A/N This is very loosely based on 2x15 (VERY LOOSELY). I’m quite proud of this one :)

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They say you never see it coming.

When a tragedy occurs, and someone’s life is turned upside down forever, they never see it coming. It just... hits them. Like an oncoming car ramming into a bystander who was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

No one has time to prepare. In our time-starved lives, there is no place for such a warning.

One day, you just wake up. And they’re not next to you. They’ve disappeared, leaving the stickiest, most unforgettable parts of themselves behind for others to grieve to: the smell of their shampoo in the pillows they used to share, the seconds just as you wake when you still feel like you have them - only to gain full consciousness and realise they left you behind - even the fucking jars, which never seem to be open because he’s just not there to do it.

And you feel your heart breaking all over again as your soul sticks to the parts that couldn’t be erased with the rest of him as he left. Because you needed him, you had him, and now he’s gone. No warning, no letter, no signs which could’ve helped you foresee such a tragedy, because how could he? He didn’t disappear on purpose.

She doesn’t understand why he's so absent. So unequivocally missing. And the person she would turn to to ask these riddled questions isn’t there to answer. Because he’s gone.

But they’re not there yet.

And she feels so close to that feeling - the helplessness, the pain, the empty cups next to her bed because he always carried them to the sink when she was finished with her tea the mornings of those rare days they got to sleep in. Those days when they had time. She can practically touch, with the tip of her fingertips, the waves of pain that would surge over her if he was gone for one more fucking minute.

She has to remind herself, over and over again, like a mantra. He’s not gone yet.

The “yet” at the end of her mantra just breaks her all over again.

She was always the one to tell Spencer “if you worry before something happens, in case it goes wrong, and then it does, you’ve managed to suffer twice through something painful for absolutely no reason”. It usually worked. Needless to say, she felt like a hypocrite right about now.

Because Spencer is gone. And she doesn’t know how to bring him back.

She knows only to watch the monitor, never once blinking, taking in everything that happened in that damned livestream - every word, every sound, every reference. She can only try to hear anything over the whimpers and sobs her love was letting out as he’s tortured by that man. She can only hear the cracks of his knuckles against Spencers soft skin, the same soft skin she had kissed mere hours ago before telling him to “be careful”. Her own way of saying the three little words the couple was too young to hear. She can only see his lips parting, sobs rumbling out of his body as the unsub abuses his frame over and over again - same lips which had kissed her forehead before telling her “i always am”.

Then again, she isn’t sure if its his voice which is filling her head with painful sounds or if her mind is playing tricks on her, memorising the horrifying vibrations coming from his chest for her to ever consider anything else. She hasn’t stopped hearing him since she turned on that damned computer.

She isn’t sure she’ll ever stop hearing it.

**

As a man of great intellect, Spencer always recurred to knowledge to understand difficult occurrences in his life. Burying himself in textbooks, novels, poems, and even music to understand pain, and himself having a life filled with it, he was an incredibly knowledgeable man.

He knew much. But right now, he only knew one thing.

In Orwells’ 1984, as Winston was being tortured (much like Spencer is right now), Orwell described the following:

“Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could only wish one thing: that it should stop. Nothing in the world was so bad as physical pain. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes”.

And, as a man who had acquired most of his intellect by immersing himself in trivial content in the face of pain, he found himself doing the same thing as the unsub hurt him over and over again, each blow seemingly more painful than the last. As his skin bruised, a causality of his abusers torment, he analysed the seemingly logical quote.

It must depend on the person, he was sure. In fact, a number of factors must be taken into consideration at this statement. For starters, Winston lives in a society incapable of any human feelings. There is only dominance, and those who attempt, in vain, to challenge it. Surely, if he had felt happiness, like the one you feel when the first day of spring rolls around, or like the one that creeps up on you as you look into the eyes of your loved one, surely, he would understand that some things can outweigh pain.

Love.

If Spencer’s mind could make sense of what he was feeling right now, he would understand, something he would figure of were he to leave this damned place, that he was thankful to the Gods, were there any, for having the unsub kidnap him and not Y/N.

Winston hadn’t understood emotional pain because emotions weren’t dealt with regularly. They were discouraged. That’s why he believed that there are no heroes in the face of pain. Because he doesn’t understand emotional pain.

He knew he was suffering. He also knew that Y/N was at the other side of the blinking camera suffering more than he could ever imagine.

**

They say emotional pain lasts 12 minutes. Anything one feels after this would be the aftermath of the cause of the pain in question. Pure emotional pain, the one you practically feel in your chest, the one that says “i can’t think, feel or be. not until this feeling dissipates”.

She had learned this from Spencer.

And she wished it were true. As she watched that damned monitor, she wished that all the venom the unsub was spewing at Spencer, all the verbal abuse, was long forgotten. She wished he could only feel the physical pain. Because the mind is incredibly stronger than the body - it could keep him awake, alive, for just enough time for the team to rescue him.

The entire team had huddled around the monitor around her. She was painfully aware that other people were seeing this. Which meant it wasn’t her imagination. It wasn’t another one of those damned dreams she would have when she slept a little too far away from Spencer’s touch.

They had only been together for two months, but his touch was all that could get her to fall asleep.

She jolted as the unsub landed another slap on Spencer’s cheek, swiftly grabbing his hair for him to look into the camera. He had a cut above his right cheek, just where she would kiss him in the mornings, and bruises all over his neck, jaw and left eye.

“Say hi to your team!” he mocked Spencer, chuckling darkly as he moved his almost lifeless body around for the team to watch in horror. Spencer let out a heartbreaking sob, feeling so vulnerable.

“Why don’t we make this interesting?” he jumped, as if he had gotten an idea. The unsub reached behind himself to grab a pistol, clicking off the magazine safety to put one bullet in one of the eight slots, leaving the other seven free. He pointed it at Spencer’s temple.

Her entire body shook the thought of seeing Spencer’s lifeless body, held up only by the ropes and that sick man’s grip around his curls. The same curls she grabbed as she kissed his face when she wanted his attention.

“I’m going to ask you some questions...” he said, voice dripping with sickening sweetness as he turned the roulette, “and if i don’t like your answer i’ll pull the trigger! Let God decide what I do with you. Sounds good?”. He wanted to humiliate Spencer.

However, Spencer made the mistake of not answering him. He was quickly reminded as the barrel of the gun pointed right between his eyes, pulling the trigger, a loud bang! sound expanding through the barn.

“I asked you a question!” he suddenly yelled into Spencer’s face.

“Y-yes, Sir” he whimpered, shaking at the ease at which the man pulled the trigger.

“Good, you’re learning”.

**

She experienced it by bits. Hotch’s hoarse voice. “Talk to me Garcia”. “We’ve got coordinates”. Everybody rushing to the SUVs. Tripping over her own feet on the way to the car. Morgan’s voice. The iPad, which still carried Spencer’s whimpers and the man mocking tone.

“I’ve got your diary, Spence” his sing-song voice didn’t match the disgusting man she was looking at. Nothing made sense.

“And I wanna know why...” he drew out the ‘y’ as he looked for something between the worn pages between his hands.

Of course she knew Spencer owned a diary. But she was mature enough to keep her hands to herself and her eyes on her own pages as he wrote on his, eyebrows creasing as he recalled all which he had experienced during the day. His face would twitch slightly at the memories, both good and bad, as he basically described his day word by word.

“...why did you wait until you were 24 to lose your virginity?” he asked in a clear attempt to humiliate and ridicule Spencer in front of his team.

“I-I didn't-” he could barely finish a word before a sob wrecking through his body at the humiliation, chest rumbling and voice wavering. “I didn’t want to lose it before, i w-wasn’t in a hurry” he rushed out. The man brought the pistol to his own chin, tapping it as he thought. “Hmm... I’m satisfied with your answer. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?” he asked as he went back into the pages.

“ooh! This one is new” that sick bastard was having fun with this, completely unaware that the team was less than 5 minutes away from their location.

“Care to read what you wrote three days ago? Right here” he turned the pages so Spencer could read them, though he was painfully aware of that entry he was talking about. His body shook violently. “P-please. D-don’t ma-make me do t-this” he whimpered, body feeling defeated.

“Wrong answer” the unsub said before pointing a gun at him and pulling the trigger.

A shriek was heard from the iPad. The SUV went silent.

“He’s alive” she whispered, unable to speak up. “He-” she swallowed. “He’s alive. We’re not there, yet” her mantra became a reminder that she hadn’t been quick enough to help him. She had the tools to save him. Every second she had the knowledge to save him and didn’t was another second she remained impotent at the risk of losing the love of her life.

Spencer’s voice spoke from the iPad.

“C-can you at-at leas-st turn off t-the ca-amera?” he said between sobs.

And it hit her.

What hurt him the most wasn’t the memories he had to relieve, but the fact that the rest of the team would have to hear his most intimate thoughts. His deepest secrets.

He could bare the pain. The humiliation? That broke him.

“Aww” the unsub chuckled mockingly, “are you embarrassed?” he said, slouching down to look into his eyes. “Well too fucking bad!” he screamed into his face, spitting with every word he spewed at him. Spencer’s sobs got louder.

“O-okay okay!” Spencer caved, accepting the journal that got shoved into his face.

“Read, pretty boy” the unsub sang. That son of a bitch was having fun.

“We’re two minutes away, Y/N” Hotch said. Maybe it was he sobs, which were barely audible to herself, having accepted them as second nature after all the heartbreak she was experiencing, but Hotch needed her to be okay.

His own heart thumped into his chest, feeling as helpless as he’d ever felt. Seeing a member of his team - someone he was supposed to take care of, someone he was supposed to keep safe - was sobbing as he was physically and emotionally tortured. But he was painfully aware of the feelings Y/N was experiencing. The sheer fear that was running down her veins at the idea of them running out of time.

After a few sobs, Spencer started reading, interrupting himself occasionally with his whimpers:

“It’s been three months. Today, three months, seven hours and forty-six minutes ago, she did what I didn’t have the courage to do. She asked me out. “I’ve been wanting to ask you pretty much since the day i met you” she had said. Those words keep ringing in my head like a beautifully written symphony, intrinsically designed to make me face my deepest fears. Opening my scars one by one, dissecting them and reaching the simple conclusion that i was a coward.

She didn’t say it, but what she meant was “i’ve been waiting for you to do it, but you never did, so i had to”. We wasted time - a time so precious and sacred - because i was a coward.

I’ve never felt like this before. I never understood a love so deep as to move something so stubborn as the human spirit. I’ve read textbook after textbook, and novel after novel, and still I’ve never learned more than with her. But I was a coward. And i wasted her time. I fear that I still am.

A knife twists at the thought that i should fall short of the mark. It’s impossible for me to ever be enough for her”.

Her heart broke at this confession. Even worse at the thought that he wouldn’t’ve told her, instead inhaling fear and exhaling rejection at every breath he took next to her.

“We’re here” she heard Hotch, looking at her. She grabbed a bottle of water and dropped the iPad, not hearing the teams objections at the lack of vest and preparation and ran into the barn.

She isn’t sure if she’ll ever stop hearing his whimpers. As she runs closer, she hears them louder and louder, decorated with sobs and cries, and small, meaningless replies to his abusers’ mocking words.

She kicked the door down, the loud bang booming across the room, only helping in raising Spencer’s sobs as he feared the sound had been the result of a certain trigger being pulled. As she looks at him, she realises just how much pain he’s been put through.

She remembers Orwells words, much like how Spencer had remembered them mere hours ago. And disagrees, wishing over and over, praying to the Gods that she would be the victim of such atrocious abuse. She wished she could take his pain. Morgan joined her at her side mere seconds later, yelling. “FBI! Put the gun down!”.

Spencer used the last bit of energy to lunge forward, hitting the unsubs stomach with his head, successfully getting him on the floor for Morgan to apprehend. Y/N rushed to Spencer’s side, untying him, as his now nonexistent sobs grew louder and louder, not only at the prospect of getting out of that horrible place alive, but also at the knowledge that Y/N had heard what he had so dreadfully recited.

Spencer collapsed into her arms, crying into her in the same way she was crying into him, and she wondered just how to take away all his pain. So they cried into each other, desperately grasping each others hair, skin, clothes, anything that would make them feel like they wouldn’t have to spend another damned second without the company of each other.

Spencer was the first to break the silence.

“I need-” he stopped, coughing. She reached for the bottle of water she had brought with her because she knew he would need it. She always knew what he needed.

He chugged it desperately, stray drops falling down his chin at his eagerness. He took a deep breath trying to steady his lungs.

“I need to get out of here” he choked out.

She grabbed him under the shoulders, careful not to hurt him - not being successful, realising that there wasn’t much of him the man hadn’t hurt. Y/N pulled him out, sitting down on the grass with him. Their legs intertwined, pulling each other impossibly closer. They kissed, over and over again. Not as an act of any sexual relevance, but as a reminder that they had each other in any way, shape or form. That they weren’t out of time.

The team was certain they would stay there, never letting each other go for another minute.

After what felt like seconds in their time-starved little world, she broke the silence, which had only been filled with their own cries and occasional sobs.

“Spence” she grabbed his chin to look into his eyes. They were dull, red and hooded. He was exhausted. “Mhmm?” he let out, looking into hers. She was his solace.

“How could you ever think you were anything but completely and unequivocally enough?” she whispered the words he dreaded.

But as Spencer looked into her eyes he knew, better than he had ever known anything, that he was enough. And she was enough. He realised that which she had known for the past three months (possibly longer). They fit like two marvellous puzzle pieces.

Her hands grabbed his cheeks slowly, as to not hurt or startle him, pulling his forehead into hers. “Baby, I can’t imagine anybody else waking up to me every morning. You’re so much more than enough”, she planted a small kiss on his forehead before resuming her position. “I’ll remind you every day of the rest of my life if that’s what it takes for you to believe it”.

And with their eyes closed, foreheads and noses pressed together and legs tangled between each other, pulling each other close, closer - around grass and voices and his abuser pressed into the hood of a police car, they only felt each other. With their shaky breaths, even shakier voices, fearing any words that would leave them in case they triggered a cascade of tears down their oh so vulnerable cheeks, they were more than enough.

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[elftwink]

i might move to vancouver for grad school, any advice/tips/general vibes i shld be aware of?

oh cool!! good luck with grad school!! here are my personal tips n tricks

sometimes you will look outside and you'll go "oh that's just light rain so all i need is a light jacket, i can tough that out" that is the devil talking. buy an umbrella and put it in a bag you take everywhere. even when you don't strictly "need" it, it'll be nice to have

thin waterproof windbreaker type jacket is going to be nicer in the spring/fall than a heavy winter coat. you will always see people wearing heavy jackets until like may, i have to assume to prove we're still canadian even though the weather is very mild compared to other parts of canada

once you get into downtown, it is almost always better to take transit or walk than it is to drive. parking sucks and traffic sucks and downtown is relatively walkable

this is a personal pet peeve but if you are on transit, one side of the escalator is for standing, and if you stand on the walking side, i am trying to kill you with my eyes. also if you walk up 90% of the way and inexplicably stop at the last few steps causing a traffic jam behind you then i hate you

if someone invites you on a "short hike" GOOGLE THE TRAIL. some people's idea of a short hike is 5 hours and they will tell you it's easy because the incline is mild. everyone here will tell you they "love hiking" and some of us mean "i like going on nature walks for an hour every once in awhile" and some mean "i do the grouse grind weekly"

speaking of, the grouse grind is not a chill afternoon activity unless you are already very fit. it is 2830 steps up a mountain. you are gaining almost a foot of elevation for every step. and you cannot bail because you're not allowed to hike down; once you start, you gotta head to the top

learn some basic bear safety if you don't already know some, even if you don't plan on hiking or camping. i'm serious if you ignore the rest of this advice its all cool but PLEASE learn how to deal with bears. better safe than sorry

may not be your thing but in case it is fyi: you can order weed online. you can also go into a store to get it but i like to tell people that you can order it online because i think it's fun. we live in the future. if you order from sites that are not the official BC province run ones it's cheaper and there's more variety

#admittedly im not sure how much of this advice is vancouver exclusive #and i don't actually live in the city but pretty much everyone in the lower mainland #will say they're 'from vancouver' unless talking to other ppl from the lower mainland #and afaik actual vancouverites have 0 issue w/this unless theyre annoying #some big cities have kind of a complex about being From That City but ive never felt that from vancouver #but anyway it does mean i dont have much insight about the day to day life IN vancouver. ig #also idk where you're moving from but if it's just somewhere else in canada i wouldnt worry too much #elsewhere there might be minor culture shock? i cant think of anything that is like #Very Different in vancouver than elsewhere though. generic city #anonymous #answered

[nanasparadise]

“Paradise lost” Yan!Bruno x female reader

Hiya everyone! This is my first fanfiction, I hope you enjoy it 🥺

Summary: You live a pleasant and regular life as a curator in Naples, until a certain over-protective Capo turns it upside down...

TW: alcohol, drugs, stalking, cursing, noncon touching, mentions of violence and death, toxic relationship, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any type of yandere behaviour in real life.

You were living in a paradise. Your paradise. After having moved to Italy, you were finally able to lead the life of your dreams. The city of Naples with its gentle sea breeze, the vivid streets and the ancient architecture just felt right to you. Not to mention the people; you've met some of the most supporting individuals. Your friends helped you integrate in Italy and gave you some Italian classes in order to improve your, admittedly, quite basic Italian skills. Your job as a curator in an art museum fulfilled your passion. Your small, but very cozy flat felt as if it was sculpted for you. Even after having spent nearly a year in the city, you never regretted your decision to move there. That was until you met a certain peculiar man, who would change your whole life forever.

You spent the night at the bar with Analisa and Federico, your two closest friends. The trio consisting of you were a bit tipsy, because of one too many drinks. The intoxication offered you lots of fun though, as you were constantly laughing at the slightest things. At 4 a.m., you were finally shooed out of the pub by the annoyed owner. The three of you went outside of the bar. You inhaled gladly the cool night air, which put you a bit back to your senses. Your friends, on the other hand, remained tipsy while constantly gigglying and grinning. Analisa and Federico suggested to go back to their place, where they might continue enjoying the night with some pills. You smiled at them, but declined. Drugs weren't really up your alley. 

"Aww, come on Y/N!", Analisa pouted, "it will be fun!"

"No thanks, you guys. You know how I feel about drugs", you replied patiently. 

"Should we take you home, then?", Federico asked, forehead frowned in worries, "You know it can be dangerous out here all alone with the whole mafia." 

"I'll be fine, thank you. You should be more worried for the guys with my Krav Maga skills!", you joked, trying to ease your friend's concerns, “and by the way, you two better be careful with your pills!"

After having hugged them goodbye, you parted ways with your friends. The streets of Naples were mostly quiet. In the distance, you heard fainlty some music from a club. A few stray cats roamed in the shadows, watching you with their predatory eyes. Admitteldy, it made you feel a tad uncomfortable. "Stop it", you muttered to yourself, "Don't let a few cats play tricks on you." Still captured by the felines' gaze, you accidentally stumbled over the pavement. Before you could actually hit the floor, as you anticipated, a strong hand caught your upper arm and hindered the fall. You looked up to your saviour to thank them. It was a rather unusual man. He wore a unique white suit with black spoon-like dots on it and zippers and his black hair was cut in a bob. But what you noticed the most were his deep, ocean blue eyes, which stared back at you with concern. Even though he seemed rather strange, the man's whole atmosphere drew you in. As you kept contemplating him, a sudden thought crossed your mind. "Where did he come from so quickly? I didn't see anyone in the street", you pondered. The thought made you shiver slightly. Realising that you still shamelessly stared at the man, you decided to finally speak up. 

"Thank you for catching me, I guess I had one too many", you said humoursly to him, trying to relax the tense ambience. The handsome guy offered you a smile to your relief. 

"No need to thank me, signorina", he answered cheekily. Something about him calling you "Miss" didn't feel right to you. After all, you were a grown adult and not some teenage girl. 

"No really, thank you, I could have hurt me", you insisted politely. The man still held your arm. You were eyeing uncomfortably to it, hoping he would catch the hint. Luckily, he did so and retrieved his warm hand from your body. The man cleared awkwardly his throat and continued speaking.

"Are you alright though? It is dangerous to walk at night the streets in Naples, especially for a young lady." His worry for you was quite flattering, you admitted to yourself. 

"I am fine, thanks to you", you winked at him. You could swear his cheeks turned slightly pink, but because of the darkness, you couldn't be entirely sure. 

"May I accompany you home?", the man asked, "It would ease my mind if I knew you arrived home safely." You weren't sure how to react. Sure, he was beautiful, but did you really want a stranger to know where you lived? 

"Thank you for your kind offer, but my flat isn't far away, I will be there in a minute", you replied carefully. After all, Federico was right: there were many mafiosi in Naples, maybe he was one of them? Your suspicions towards him increased. The man seemed to feel your paranoia. He flashed you a reassuring smile that would have made every woman swoon over him. 

"I understand your suspiciousness fully,” he said smoothly, "but I do think it is not necessary in this case. If I wanted to cause you any harm, I'd have it done by now. After all, this is a quiet and dark street and no one would have witnessed anything." "Fair enough", you thought. He was right. He could have easily murdered you by now if he wanted to. And there was nothing harmful about letting him follow you, right? 

"Well, if you put it that way, then sure, I'd like that", you answered with a soft smile. You shouldn't have agreed. Oh Y/N, if only you knew, you would have went with your friends. Instead, you went home, the stranger remaining by your side. "By the way, I don't think I introduced myself. My name is Y/N." 

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N, I am Bruno."

Slowly, the two of you became friends. Bruno turned out to be a loyal and charming man. Being the ever so polite gentleman, you didn’t have a clue about the raven-haired man’s true intentions. Oh no, you were blissfully ignorant to his advances. In fact, he knew you before that fateful night. The capo - you didn’t actually know his real job as he kept smoothly tip-toeing around it - had been chasing an enemy Stand user in the art museum where you worked when his attentive gaze had fallen on your form. You had explained patiently to an elderly couple every little detail of the Veiled Christ statue. In that moment, Bruno hadn’t known why he had stopped just to stare at you. Maybe it was the way you had treated the couple with kindness, maybe the way your eyes had lit up with passion as you had talked about the subject that fascinated you. Bruno still wasn’t sure what exactly enchanted him when it came to you. All he was aware of was the fuzzy warmth in his stomach and his racing heartbeat whenever he glanced at you. And that he would never let go of that feeling. So, the young mafioso started following you from that day on. He wouldn’t necessarily call it stalking, he just wanted to make sure that you were alright. And look where it had led him to - if he hadn’t been there to watch over you, you would have hurt yourself, which Bruno couldn’t let happen, of course. He was convinced that you needed him in your life. The following months since the Italian man had been by your side, you were in total safety. 

But you also felt ultimately caged in. You were grateful for Bruno’s friendship, but it also smothered you. Every time you were trying to go out with your friends, he would ask about every tiny detail: where were you going, who did come with you, what were you doing and so on. Eventually, he’d always join you. 

“Cara,” he would say with pleading eyes, “I only want to protect you. The world is a dark place and Naples is its hell. I don’t want to witness how anyone takes advantage of your sweet innocence.”

“Somehow he always knows when I go out with them, too”, you wondered. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that the two of you were dating. Bruno did behave like an overly jealous and possessive boyfriend. Plus, he always acted super touchy and affectionate around you: a pet name here, an arm around your shoulders there. Every time you confronted him, he would laugh it off. “I guess I am bewitched by you, tesoro.” All of this made you feel uncomfortable. Still, you didn’t want to lose your friendship. So you kept quiet most of the time. 

Until one day, you talked to Analisa and told her about it. For once, you needed some other friend than Bruno to listen to you, someone who wouldn’t act like a partner around you. Luckily, you knew for a fact that he would be gone this evening due to his mysterious profession he never mentioned to you. So, you invited Analisa over to your flat to vent. The blue-haired woman listened attentively to your lamentations. The words just spilt out of your mouth until you realised you actually started crying. Analisa held you in her arms and tried to calm you down. “Hey, Y/N, it’s fine. he’s not around”, she kept repeating. Eventually, your sobs died slowly until you were left staring at Analisa puffy-eyed. “If I allow myself to share my piece of mind,” Analisa said angrily, “he is a pezzo di merda. Who does he think he is to behave like that? You’re not his girlfriend, and even if you were, he doesn’t have the right to treat you like you are his possession. You can do whatever the fuck you want.” Her furious words filtered through your brain. “She’s right”, you agreed silently. “And you know what else? I hate to see you down because of that asshole,”  Analisa continued, “But I’ve just got the perfect solution for that.” The blue-haired woman grinned as she took some small pills out of the pocket of her leather jacket. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

At first you weren’t sure about taking the hallucinogens, since you never took drugs before. But for once, just for once, you wanted to escape reality. When did your little paradise turn into hell? You thought, you valued your friendship with Bruno, but now, all you wanted to do was to run away from him. The drug slowly started to kick in as you felt your head spinning. The dizziness made you feel light, as if you were about to fly away any moment. Analisa started to giggle next to you, already high. Suddenly, you began seeing black dots around you, coming closer and closer. “Weren’t these the dots on Bruno’s suit?”, you thought anxiously. They were talking to you, calling you principessa, amore mio, stella mia and many more terms of endearment. The dots turned into hands, touching you everywhere. But you decided to not give in. Not this time. Instead, you transformed your fear into anger. You energetically pushed away all the hands until they scurried away. Your rage wasn’t quenched yet, though.Under the effect of the drug, your fury was amplified significally. You took your phone and called Bruno. You wanted to let your frustration out on him, not only on the creations of your mind of him. He picked up immediately after the first ringing. “Y/N?”, he asked, worry dripping from his voice, “Are you alright? You don’t call normally. Should I come to you? I can drop my work just-”

“Bruno,” you interrupted him abruptly, “stop it. STOP IT. I can’t take this shit anymore. You cling onto me like some lovesick puppy and I’m done. Who the fuck are you even? I hardly know your name and you behave as if we were married. Guess what, you’re not even my boyfriend.” It was quiet for an instant. At first, you thought he hung up, but then you heard a slight chuckle from the other end of the phone. “The fuck?”, you thought, “Did he now completely have lost his mind?” 

“Y/N, is that what it takes to call me? Being high?”, the Italian man replied. Another bitter laugh espaced his mouth. You weren’t sure if he knew about your current state, because of your atypical rage or simply because he seemed to know everything about you without you telling anything. “Another reason for him to leave me alone.” 

“I bet one of your lovely friends gave you a pill, didn’t they?”, Bruno continued, seemingly angry now, too, “You know how I feel about drugs, right?”

You didn’t answer, your fear suddenly coming back. The room around you started to spin more and more. 

“Right?”, Bruno growled again. 

“Y-yes”, you stuttered eventually. 

“Good. I assume you’re in your apartment. Stay there and don’t make anything stupid anymore. I’ll be there soon. Clearly, you need me even more than I thought you would.” With these words, Bruno hung up, leaving you even more confused and frightened. Your body started trembling terribly. You didn’ t know if it was because of the drug or your pitless fear. Analisa, coming back to senses again, realised your bad state and immediately rushed over to you. 

“Shit Y/N, what happened?”, she inquired, worry written in her eyes. You explained to her the situation as best as you could in your foggy condition. “Fuck, I should have never given you the drug,” Analisa replied remorsefully, “I take full responsibility. I’ll call the cops before that bastard arrives here, I don’t care if they find my drugs, we’ve gotta do-”. The woman was interrupted by a loud knock on your door. 

“Y/N?”, Bruno shouted, “I know you’re in there. Open the door please.” 

“What are we doing now?”, you cried desperately. You didn’t even know why you reacted that way. Bruno never gave you a serious reason to be scared of him, but now, after the phone call, your gut feeling told you to run away as fast as you could. 

“I’ll call them now”, Analisa replied hastily, looking for her phone. But it was too late. Bruno broke the door in, his stern gaze resting on you. “Since when was he so strong?” 

“Analisa,” the man said, not breaking eye contact with you for a single moment, “give me your phone and walk away.” 

“Are you mad?”, the blue-haired woman shouted furiously, “I’m not gonna leave Y/N alone with you after that.” 

“Give me your phone and walk away, now”, the man repeated gloomly. His eyes, normally a serene blue ocean, turned into a destructive storm. Bruno smashed his fist into the wall, leaving it with a gaping hole. “If you don’t leave immediately,” he growled, “your family will suffer great consequences. Your little sister Teresa? She will die in a tragic car accident. Your father Marco? He will die of liver failure for drinking too much. Or so will be the official reports.” You stared big-eyed at Bruno, your fear only increasing. There was no doubt now that he worked with the mafia. Analisa slowly walked past you, tears falling down her cheeks, as she softly said sorry to you. Her phone was resting on your couch. Once she was gone, you broke down completely. What was he going to do? Bruno stood now in front of you, dragging you ungently by your arm and monitoring you to your bedroom. Was he really going to…? 

“No, no, no, NO!” What first started with a whisper ended in a bloodcurdling scream. The Italian didn’t stop though, pushing you instead on your bed. He seemed to be tired of your behaviour. Bruno sighed deeply, finally speaking to you now. 

“Y/N, I’m not going to do such thing. I just want you to realise, that you behave recklessly and I can’t let you continue like this. I just want to protect you. Look at you, being high now.” He gestured elegantly at you with his slim hand. What was he talking about? Your hallucinations had stopped the minute Bruno knocked on your door. 

“I am not high anymore”, you simply replied. 

“Are you sure about that?”, the raven-haired man replied. His eyes began to glimmer darkly. Suddenly, you witnessed how your legs were zipped away. 

“What the fuck?”, you screamed desperately. What was happening? You were sure, that this wasn’t the effect of the drug, that Bruno somehow did this to your body. “What are you doing to my legs? I-I kn-o-ow that you a-are z-z-ziping them off of m-me”, you stuttered anxiously. 

“What do you mean? I can’t see such thing”, Bruno replied coolly. “As I said, you are hallucinating.” 

“I am not hallucinating, you are doing this to me! I know you do! Please, stop it. Stop it...”. Your pleads turned into ear-piercing sobs. Tears clouded your vision as you desperately tried to grasp for air. 

“Hush, cara.” Bruno was suddenly next to you on your bed, draping his arm over your shoulders and whispering in your ear. “This is all in your mind. You need to sleep now. Tomorrow, everything will be fine again. I will stay by your side and protect you.” His warm breath grazed your earshell. The man nuzzled your hair, admiring its smooth texture and lovely scent. “I will always be with you.”

Eventually, after all your crying, you did fall asleep in Bruno’s arms. The latter kept stroking your cheek, marveling your soft breathing and beautiful face. Of course he felt a tinge of guilt for having used Sticky Fingers on you. Your desperate cries as you called him for help still pained him. But you needed to learn your lesson. Bruno could tolerate a lot, but drugs weren’t on that list. He would give Analisa a quick visit to make sure she’ll never talk to you again. Or to anyone, for a matter of fact. You didn’t need such a bad influence. “Not my sweet Y/N”, he whispered in your locks. “From tomorrow on, you will live with me, where I can always protect you. Now, doesn’t that sound like paradise?”

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo vento aureo #jojo part 5 #bruno buccellati #bruno bucciarati #bruno x reader #yandere #yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere bruno x reader #minors dni #tw: yandere #tw: implied kidnapping #tw: threats #tw: drugs #tw: noncon touching #tw: stalking

[mtsodie]

Blink blink. Please tell me yoir monster high ideas!! I know the basics of monster high bc i was a fan as a kid but i would love to hear what you have!!!

OK SO im thinkin of frankie specifically.

she starts out wearing her mums (bride of frankenstein) old school uniform which is what i drew

then she meets her friends etc they get along and they encourage her to personalize her outfit !! she finds a studded belt and a chain and her friends all put a charm on it (pair of lips with fangs for clawdeen, safety pin for draculaura etc) and she starts wearing that. then she finds a neat fabric for the sleeves etc and she puts patches onto the dress

i think its just a neat concept and connects the fashion to its roots !!!!

cleo clawdeen and draculaura also teach her some makeup tips n tricks. cleos not allowed to use her eyeliner on anyone else tho and i think draculaura is the most skilled makeup artist out of all of them. shes gotta do it without seein herself goddamn

#good grief

[langdvn]

Blood Bond

summary: xavier, your boyfriend, doesn’t show up at your cabin after camp curfew, something he always does, and you, against better judgement, venture out to find out why, only to come face to face with the camp redwood killer himself.

warnings: murder/killing, mentions of sex, slight knife play, blood, fem!reader.

word count: 7k+

a/n: two lovely people requested that i write a (basically au since we don’t know anything about the season yet) verse where xavier is the killer and not mr.jingles. i planned on not writing for xavier until the new season but i’m a thirst clown who couldn’t wait lmao. so this is highly au and may change in the future once we actually know more about the show and xavier. but until then enjoy!! (i made the gif below so if you use it pls give credit)

She was freezing. The cool wind whipped against her bare legs, goosebumps spreading across her skin. She wrapped her arms around her chest, her hands rubbing the side’s of her sweatshirt in hopes to warm at least half of her freezing body as she made her way back to her cabin.

It seemed as though summer was coming to a close, so were the hot nights. No longer did she have to worry about sweating during the night or tossing her blankets to the ground, all windows within her cabin were open to hopefully let some type of breeze come in and cool her sweat slicked skin.

Now she could sleep better. No heat strokes. No sweating. Just the warmth of her blankets, and sometimes the warmth from the chest pressed against her back. That is only when Xavier, her boyfriend, decided to sneak into her cabin in the middle of the night. She never really knew if or when he was going to. Not until she felt the small mattress sink from behind her, and a pair of warm arms wrap around her, pulling her body close to his chest. A kiss pressed to the back of her neck before she drifted back off to sleep.

Tonight had not been one of those nights though. She woke in the middle of the night to not find Xavier there, or any sign of him that he'd been there. And, she was sure if this had been any other night, any other time, or place, she would not have cared or worried about it. But with the disappearances of a few campers and counselors, rumors of a crazed killer on the loose, and all the fatal accidents that have happened around them, each accident, rumor, disappearance, seemed to get closer and closer to her. The looming feeling of another person she knew who could be in trouble, danger, hurt next, or worse, herself, hung over her head. It made any noise she heard, whether it be day or night outside, within her cabin, by the water, or in the woods, jump and clench her fists into balls until the moon shaped crescents her nails left in her palm scabbed over.

If she was honest she couldn’t wait to go home. Couldn’t wait for summer to be over, so her and Xavier could be get away from whatever hell-summer this was. She wanted to leave before. She had packed all of her stuff after the second fatal incident happened. She was ready to run out of cabin and never look back. But Xavier talked her out of it. Reassured everything would be fine. They were just accidents, coincidences. Nothing to worry her pretty little face about.

And no matter how much she believed in him, how his smile reassured her, in the back of her mind her fear of what might happen next outweighed it in a painstaking way.

So Xavier not showing up at her cabin tonight was worrisome.

Which is why a flashlight was currently in her hand, pointed to the mossy ground as she walked in the dark of the night, the fog from the lake making her flashlight almost all but useless with the way the white smog clashed with the yellow light. Her shivers were not only due to the cold. Fear set deep within her stomach. Deep enough to make her teeth clatter and hands shake as she made her way towards Xavier’s cabin.

The boys’ cabin’s placed on the other side of the campsite. Something she never found more of an issue until right now. Until there was a killer somewhere out there.

She knew it was stupid. To go out this late at night in these conditions any other time, but especially now. But the fear of something happening to Xavier, especially after he had spoke to her before curfew telling her he would sneak in after everyone fell asleep like usual. He wouldn’t tell her that and just not show up. Sure, he had a habit of being fashionably late sometimes. From standing in front of the mirror for too long, his hair having to be the perfect height, spike, puff. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be late for things or to get too caught up in himself.

But this was different. It felt different. She had an eerie feeling ever since the disappearance of her bunk mate. She had walked into the woods and never came back out. Some campers say they heard screams, saw blood splattered against the oak trees. The deep crimson color soaking into the life of the tree, making it look almost sickly. Infected.

There was no sign of her from there on. The campers were reassured that the blood had to be from some wild animal. Maybe people were hunting, for animals. Not people. They were safe. She probably got lost or ditched and went home. There was a reasonable explanation for all of this.

And as much as she wanted to hold on to those words, to cling to them like they were a life raft, the pit in her stomach that never ceased to ache nowadays, it seemed, would not let her.

She tried not to let that same feeling, those thoughts, the logical part of her brain, to consume her into turning back. To running back to her cabin and pulling the blankets over her head and waiting until the morning to hear whatever excuse Xavier had for not showing up. She’s sure it would be some excuse, something that would make her roll her eyes and slap his chest for scaring her like that, for worrying her, for doing whatever he was doing that was way more important.

But she needed to find out now. Needed to see, to know, that he was okay. That it was just some silly excuse, that he forgot or got caught up in looking in the mirror. Something dumb. Something silly. Not that he was in trouble. That he had disappeared or fallen victim like so many others.

So her legs moved faster. The crunch of leaves and sticks under her sneakers seeming to grow louder than anything else around her. The crack and break pounded in her ear drums, as if every other worldly noise had been shut off. The wind was silent but still whipping against her legs. The fog rolled against the ground in silence. Animals and insects alike were silent, except for her shuffled movements.

Until she hears it. It making her stop in her tracks. Her flashlight flashing in all directions as her hands shake even more, her eyes wide, her body hyper aware. Trying to find the direction, the source, the culprit of whatever made the noise. The noise of something hard falling to the ground. A thud. The thud of something making contact with the moss. Leaves crunching against its weight.

There is no sign of what it could be. Where it could of came from. There’s nothing. Nothing but the sound of her breath heavy and her heart pounding in her chest. Maybe she imagined it. Maybe one of the campers dropped something in their cabin. Maybe they are playing a trick on her. Wildlife could also be the culprit. There were many viable options, answers, reasonings. But all her mind could think was to run. Run as fast as she could, away from whatever it could be.

Her legs do not move, though. As if glued to the ground. As if they are afraid to make any noise, to let the outside world, to let whatever know she is there. Out in the open ready to be plucked up and taken.

And when the sound of shuffling comes from her left, her entire body refused to move, her head and eyes seeming to be the only parts of her willing to work out of fear. She knows, the sound is coming from behind one of the large oak trees lined along the camps borders. A separation before the forest. A tree most of the young campers loved to climb. To swing from.

That’s probably all it was. Some kids out past curfew. Playing tricks and messing around. And maybe it was that thought alone that gave her the bravery to walk towards the noise. That reasonable voice in the back of her head telling her to just ignore it, even if it was some kids messing around. It wasn’t her business. This is not what she came out here for. To be a narc, or possibly be the next disappeared victim they plastered all over town on the whitest sheets of paper with a hotline number printed in bold letters across the bottom.

But her itch to know what was going on got the better of her. Or was it the worse? She prayed for the latter. That whatever was behind the aged old bark of the tree was not going to cause her any harm. That her curious mind would simply laugh at her instead of scream for potentially getting herself hurt, or worse.

Walking on the tips of her toes, she tried her best to avoid any and all sources of noise that could scare away whatever was seeking cover behind the tree. The flashlight guided her way through the fog, her knees shaking, her palms clammy from the sweat that gathered the closer she got to the tree.

Stopping only inches away from it, just one more step and she would be behind the tree, she would come face to face with god knows what. Another camper? An animal? Mr. Jingles? She didn’t know. Did she really even want to know, she thought as she looked around her, back at the cabins, over to where Xavier’s cabin seemed to be shining in the moonlight as if a sign flashed over it indicating her personal safety.

But she was here. She had walked all this way with a pep in her step and her breath held for far too long that it make her woozy. If she turned back now she may never know it was only nothing and her mind would wonder even after she left this hell camp.

So she takes in a big breath, clenches her eyes, lets out the breath slowly, and whispers to herself, "It’s probably nothing, just make sure," before opening her eyes, and taking a step, and then another. One more and she will be behind the tree; she will finally be able to put her mind at ease. But then something catches on her foot and she loses her balance and falls knees and palms first to the ground.

“Ahh,” she groans as she feels several rocks scrape against her knee, her palms colliding with already broken sticks that poke and break her skin. The sudden warmth in her palm an indication that she’s bleeding without even having to look.

She turns over with a slight whimper, now seated on her bottom, pulling her hands from the ground to pick out the small clumps of dirt and dried leaves that stick to the bleeding cuts on her palms. She can’t see, it’s too dark, but she knows when she runs her finger tips over her knees, trying to remove the dirt and grime, that they are scraped to hell, much as she expected them to be. The sting from brushing over the small marks makes her hiss in pain.

“Shit,” she groans as she reaches out into the darkness, feeling around the cold wet ground. Extremely wet. She doesn’t remember it raining. It hadn’t rained in weeks since they had been at camp. It was too warm to be dew from the grass, too sticky, too thick. She needed to find her flashlight.

Twisting her body around she tries to seek out its light, but all she see’s is darkness. The few lights that are spread around the camp are dull and useless, not reaching her or her surroundings.

She was in complete darkness, cut up, and in pain. If this was not karma’s way of telling her that she should have minded her own business, she doesn’t know what is.

Sighing, bracing herself, she balls her hands up into fists, pressing them into the ground as she tries to stand. Her legs wobbly and the sting from her wounds making her whine as she comes to her feet. She walks towards the tree, her hand reaching out to touch the rough bark of its trunk to help her collect her bearings as leans on it.

But her foot hits something, again. She assumes it was what made her trip. She tries to kick at it, tries to move it so she can get closer to the tree, so she can lean her back against it, catch her breath before she hobbles over to her Xavier’s cabin to most likely be scolded for being so ignorant as to leave her cabin at all, instead of just waiting for him.

She tries to kick at the unknown object again. It moves this time but rolls right back to its place. It didn’t have the rough exterior of a rock. It definitely was not a part of the tree; she wasn’t strong enough to move a root. She looks down, her eyes straining and squinting in hopes to see what is in her way, what made her fall. But all she see’s is black. So she bends down, finding her sneaker before she moves over to the unknown thing at the tip of her Nike’s. Her fingers gripping onto it, trying to push it away, only for her to jump up from realizing what is was.

A shoe.

Not just a lonesome, lost shoe. But one that was attached to something. Someone.

She backs away from the tree slightly. Her breath now coming out in heavy puffs, her heart beating fast once again.

“Hello?” She whispers, stutters out. “Are,” she breathes, swallows, “Are you okay?” She asks. Hopes. Prays. Maybe one of the campers fell out of the tree while messing around. Maybe one of them got drunk and this is where they passed out.

Maybe they needed her help? Maybe she shouldn’t be just standing there scared out of her mind, debating on running to the nearest cabin and getting help. She needed to help them now. That’s what good counselors did, right? Helped their campers, even if they were all scraped up and scared shitless.

So she takes slow steps back over to where she just was, her muscle memory being correct once her foot comes into contact with the shoe again. She leans down, her fingers touching the shoe and slowly moving up the persons body, the rest of her own body following with it, until she reaches bare flesh, what she assumes is their chest or neck.

“Hey? Are you alright?” She speaks again, this time a little louder, this time letting her finger tips push into their skin to shake them a little, maybe make them come to. But nothing. She curses under her breath. She can’t make out who it is just from touching them. She does assume it’s a woman, her fingers having ran across their chest area. But that would only narrow the list down to a couple suspects. She couldn’t see them, couldn’t help them without light. She needed the light.

She knows she has to go get somebody. She realizes her efforts are failing, almost non-existent.

But just as she begins to stand, the wind seems to take pity on her, whipping hard enough that the tree above her sways, its branches spreading, its leaves moving out of the way, for moonlight to shine through, casting a white light down upon her, and upon the lifeless body. A deep gash now shown cut along their throat, their eyes glazed over and staring up at her, completely inert.

She wanted to scream. The burn of it trying to violently spew itself out of her larynx. A scream at the top of her lungs to dignify what she’s just seen. The dead body of one of her fellow counselors lay there, right in front of her, but no sound comes out, aside tears and vomit. Her dinner came up, mixing in with the blood and leaves on the ground.

She cries, and sobs, instantly covering her mouth. She stands, backs away, and looks to the closest cabin before beginning to run to it. Her eyes shut, tears streaming down her face, sobs now booming out. She trips repeatedly over rocks and grass and whatever her feet catch, her nails digging into the ground as she pulls herself up each time. Her knees aching, her palms stinging from her hands being balled into tight fists.

She has to get help. She has to get out of here. She needs to keep running and running and until she reaches the cabin.

“Help!” She sobs, her throat burning. Her voice straining. “Please!”

She opens her eyes to see if she’s any closer to the cabin, to see if anyone has heard her cries for help. Her vision blurry from tears, she doesn’t see anything, anyone, until she’s running into something, rather somebody.

“No!” She cries out. “Let me go! Help!” This is it. She knows she’s going to die. Mr. Jingles had taken another victim and she was going to be his next. She tries to push and slap out of their grip, his grip, but to no avail. But that doesn’t stop her from trying. She wasn’t going to die like this. Like that. Left behind a tree in the middle of the night for the animals or campers to find her in the morning. No.

She doesn’t give up until she hears, “Hey, y/n! Hey, it’s okay, babe, it’s me!”

The familiar voice stops her attempts at escape. Freezing her. Making her sink into their chest. Xavier. He was out here. He must of heard her cries. Must of been heading over to her cabin when he heard her.

“They're,” she sobs, trying to desperately catch her breath, “they're dead!”

“It’s alright. Shhh, calm down.” Xavier soothes, his hand rubbing along her back, his arms pulling her in more so her cheek is pressed to the fabric of his shirt. The material is wet. Soaked with what she assumes is sweat, maybe even water from just having showered. She doesn’t care enough to look until her breathing calms down and she’s not sobbing uncontrollably into his chest.

She doesn’t pull her head from him until then and when her eyes gaze meets his, he’s smiling down at her. His hair is perfect as ever, he’s wearing black, something that is more than surprising to her. She didn’t think he owned any black clothes. Vibrant, out there, clothing was Xavier’s thing. He considered himself a fashion expert. Something that was only slightly hard for her to get used to when they first started seeing each other.

So to see him now clothed head to toe in black made her step back from his arms to get a good look at him.

“What are you wearing?” She asks, her eyes trailing over the black material. Some parts of it appearing darker than others as if it had gotten stained or wet.

“Oh,” he laughs softly, taking a look down at his appearance as well. Shrugging, “Thought I’d add a new shade to my wardrobe.” He smiled. “Does it not suit me?”

She doesn’t respond, just continues to take in his appearance. Why would he dress like this to come to her cabin? He was never one to not dress up no matter what time of day or where he was going. And each time he had come to her room before, he was dressed in what she likes to call his ‘intimate clothes’, and these were far from that.

“Were you coming to my cabin?” She asks. He nods.

“Of course.” He smiles and reaches for her arm to pull her back to him. Her now noticing he was wearing gloves, leather and black. “I always do, don’t I?” She nods and he presses a kiss to her forehead. “I expected you to be sleeping by the time I got there. Didn’t expect to see you out here.” He laughs as if she missed some untold inside joke.

Her chest aches, pulls, as she remembers just why she was out here. Why she was running. Why her knees and palms ached. Her eyes filled with tears again. “We have to get help, Xavier. Someone.. H-He killed,-" she stutters, gulps, and shakes.

“Hey, hey,” his hand comes up and cups her cheek. The leather cold against the burning of her skin. “Just breathe okay? It’s alright.”

“No,” she cries. “It’s not okay; someone’s dead!” She seems to say louder than Xavier expects, then she herself expects, and he’s grabbing onto the back of her elbow and pulling her towards his cabin.

She can’t see his expression, can hardly stand on her own as she cries, her vision taken from her once again. She doesn’t realize they are at his cabin until she hears him telling her to step, feeling him pull her close to his side as he helps her and ushers her into his quarters. Letting go of her arm to flick on the dim yellow light that illuminates the small space that houses a bed, a dresser, Xavier’s many bags, and a door that connects to a half bath.

She wipes her eyes. Finds her way to his bed and sits down, the springs creaking under her weight. Her eyes sting and burn and she doesn’t know if it’s because of how much she’s been crying or if the dirt that she was sure was still on her hands had gotten into them. But when she pulls them back and her vision finally clears of tears, she lets out a scream, jumping from the bed, her hands held out in front of her, covered in blood. Blood mixed with dirt caked on her hand, her nail beds as crimson as the blood that leaked from the lifeless body she had stumbled over.

“I—It’s all over me!” She cries as she looks down to her sweatshirt, her shorts, her knees, her shoes. Her fellow counselors blood was all over her. Marking her body as if she was the one had fallen victim, or caused the other to fall. She quickly peels her sweatshirt off of her, her hands shaking, her body moving faster than her brain as she strips it off of her chest, leaving her only clothed in her bra. Using the shedded fabric to try and wipe away the foreign blood from her hands.

Her actions were abruptly stopped by Xavier who’s hand came and gripped her wrist in a tight hold, making her wince. “Did you touch her?” His tone is harsh. Low. Dark. Angry. It makes her shiver. Blood run cold. She had seen him upset. Angry, usually at something more dramatic, more childish. That she had seen. This she had not. She had never heard his tone go that bleak. And when she looked up at him she never saw him look almost so frightening. His pupils dull and dilated. His brows knitted, narrow, looking down at her hands in anger, with a hint of disgust it seemed.

She goes to open her mouth, say something, ask him what’s wrong, ask him why he’s so angry with her, tell him the whole story. But then something connects. Something that makes her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. Something that makes her pull her hands back from his grip, the skin stinging in his wake.

How did he know it was a her?

She never told him anything other than someone was dead. Someone. Not her. Not him. Just someone. He could of assumed it. But why would he? It could of been a coincidence. She could of heard him wrong.

No. She didn’t. She heard him. She see’s him. His still very angry. A look she has never once seen come across his features before. Xavier was an asshole to most. He was privileged and some would label him as a flirt, someone who always had a smirk across his face and a quirk of an eyebrow when he was feeling extra assholey. And even when he was being serious, his face was neutral, and that underlining smirk was always there. But now it wasn’t. This wasn’t Xavier. Not the one she knew. This was someone else. Someone she didn’t know.

He wasn’t dressed like himself. He wasn’t acting like himself. She stared down at his clothes again. Stared at the dark patches on his black shirt. She had felt wetness there. It had pressed against her cheek. It wasn’t cold like it should of been if he had just showered. His hair wasn’t even wet. It had been warm. Just like the warmth she felt when she tripped and fell and her hands got coated in.....

Blood.

She quickly pushes past him, moves across the room and over to the body mirror that Xavier himself brought from home. It sat leaned against an old metal chair. She leaned down to get a better look of herself, of her face. The dark red smeared across her cheek, staring back at her like death. A literal symbol of death. That she had touched it. Let it wrap it’s arms around her.

She closed her eyes. Thinking. Had she touched her cheek with her hands after falling? Maybe her face had hit the ground as well? Think. Think. Think! This could not be it. This could not be the truth. Her mind was just trying to connect dots that weren’t there. That made no sense.

But when she opened her eyes. Xavier’s back was to her. The wooden handle of something poking out of the top of his pants. No mistaking that it was a weapon of sorts. She slowly stood from her leaning position. Her eyes never leaving his back side. Something he soon noticed when he turned to look at her. A smile coming across his face that frightened her more than when grabbed the handle of the mystery weapon, pulling it from the back of his pants to reveal a knife covered in blood. Blood that was no mistaking where it came from. Blood from one of their fellow counselors, someone they were supposed to consider a friend. Someone who shouldn’t be dead right now behind some tree.

Someone who Xavier had killed.

She couldn’t speak. Her words, her throat, once again betraying her. Her mind aching. Her heart swollen from hurt and pain. Her tear filled eyes shifting between Xavier and the door. She didn’t know if he would hurt her too. He wouldn’t, would he? No. He loved her. He had told her ten times over. For as long as they had been together she couldn’t imagine he would cause her harm.

But she also never imagined him being a killer. She had been with a stranger this whole time. Sleeping beside one. Letting one climb into her bed and inside of her. She didn’t know the man that stood in front of her right now. The sick smile he had on his face. Even as he slipped one of the gloves off, then the other, putting his hands up in front of him, the knife still in his right, both of his hands caked in blood. The same blood that was layers deep on hers.

He had done it. He had done them all for all she knew. All the murders. All the accidents. All the disappearances were because of him. Xavier. The person she loved.

“I’m not going to hurt you, y/n.” He smiled as he began to walk towards her. One step. Two step. Third step.

She needed to run. Get out of here. Actually get help this time. Or run through the camp entrance, not stopping until her throat was raw from screaming and legs ached from how far she had gone.

But the only move she made was to move closer to the wall. Her back pressed hard against it. Her palms splayed out against the cool wood as she watched her lover make his way towards her. A devilish smile on his face. Reassurance in his eyes.

Maybe that’s why she couldn’t move. The trust she held for him still pinning through. Making her heart ache, her feet stay planted, and her stomach hollow. Even as he reached her, his hands coming to either side of her face, his thumbs wiping the tears that fell from her eyes, smearing more blood on her face. The gleam of the knife in her peripheral vision.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay.” He soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not. Y/n, baby.” He presses a chaste kiss to her lips. Frowning at the lack of her returning it. The two just staring at one another for a few minutes. His eyes searching hers for something other than hurt and fear.

He never meant for her to find out like this. He never meant for her to find out at all. No one was supposed to find out. They were all supposed to believe that it was that crazed psychopath that escaped from the looney bin. No one was ever going to find out that he was behind it all. That he slashed the throats of half the staff, scattering their bodies throughout the woods. Everyone had been too dumb enough to even look in his direction, to even look in the direction of finding the victims. They were all ignorant. Blinded behind the fact that Mr. Jingles was the culprit.

But not her. Of course, not her.

His girl. So smart. He should of known better than to put her in the category of the others. She had a mind like his. Smart. Problem solving. Always seeing more than others did. It was one of the reasons why he was so drawn to her. Well, that and the fact that her ass looked so good in her tights. Always catching himself staring at her while he taught class.

He knew the moment, like most times Xavier seeked out women, if they didn’t come begging to him first, that she was something special. Something like him. Now he just had to show her that. Convince her of it. Because the way she was looking at him right now, fear and tears glossing over her eyes, she didn’t see it.

“Why?” She cries softly. “Why, would you hurt them? All of them? I—I thought it-"

“That it was Mr. Jingles?” He laughs softly. “They all did. Everyone. Even you.” He smiles. “That’s why I knew I would be able to get away with it. With some crazy man running loose they wouldn’t suspect me, or anyone on this fucking camp for that matter. But especially not me.”

“Because,” she swallows. “Who would suspect you?” He smiles when he can see everything connecting in her head. The reasoning for him even coming to the camp. The way he interacted with all of the campers. The rest of the staff. His money. His presence. His attitude. Just him. No one would suspect him in a million years.

They would probably suspect her before they did him. Maybe even Brooke.

Brooke.

He had gotten closer to the girl since the summer had started. Acting as if, he almost, liked her. Being his less asshole self to her rather than anyone else. Something she noticed right away. Something that she had brought up to Xavier, in a playful, 'I’m-not-jealous' manner. She would of never admitted that she was worried he might like her, or try to fuck her. But he had laughed it off and told her she was being ridiculous and that he felt bad for her. For what happened to her. He had slipped his hand between her legs and promised her no other girl could catch his eyes like she could. And with his fingers being too much of a distraction between her legs, she let it go and believed him.

But now she knows why.

“Brooke.” She mumbles softly. “You’re going to blame it on her?”

He laughs, presses another kiss to her closed lips. “Yes. I knew,” he continues to laugh. “I knew you would get it. My smart girl.” He smiles, running his fingers down her cheek, to her jawline, to her lips.

“But, why?” She breathes. Her body reacting more to his fingers than the knife that’s dangerously close to her face now.

“Because, she’s the perfect victim. The perfect suspect. Well, besides Mr. Jingles.” He smirks. “I should really thank him, he made this a lot easier than I thought it would be. You would think killing someone, anyone, but especially people you almost considered friends, to be hard to kill.” He shakes his head, leans in closer to her, she almost expects him to press another kiss to her lips. But he doesn’t, his voice is lower now, his mouth inches from hers, his eyes flashing between her lips to her eyes. “But it’s not. It’s almost like the best release you’ll ever feel in your life. Besides other very, satisfying things.” He smirks and she squirms. “You put the blade to their throat,” he moves the knife dangerously close to her cheek, then to her throat, the cool metal pressed against her jugular. Her breath hitching, stopping, her body stiffer than before. “And you can always see the fear in their eyes, the look of ‘please don’t do this’, the look of their life flashing before their eyes. It’s almost poetic. Breathtaking to watch the realization, the acceptance that they are going to die at the hands of me. That there’s no fighting it, that I will be the last thing they see.” He laughs softly. “It’s beautiful.” His eyes stare up into hers. “It’s not the same look you have on your face right now.”

The look she had right now was far from the look someone who was about to die had. Someone who was filled with fear for their life. Afraid of him. No. She was scared. He could see it in her eyes. But it wasn’t fear. Fear made people do crazy things. Made people react differently. He was sure that with the fear that all of them had when they stared at him that he could make them do whatever he wanted. He could of asked them to drop to their knees and suck him off and they would out of fear. He never knew how much he would love fear. The idea of it. The concept. Seeing it.

He pressed the blade of the knife closer to her skin. The cool of the blade burning into her skin that felt as if it were on fire. With what she wasn’t sure. It was freezing in this room. Her cuts and scrapes ached. Her inside churned and pained. She felt like she'd almost be sick again. But she also felt realization of everything that happened. As if she uncovered some big mystery and now that gnawing and fear that prickled the back of her neck each time she went outside, or heard a noise, or another person went missing. She felt an almost calming wash over her. She knew now. All of it. Xavier had done it all. The feeling of relief that she wouldn’t fall victim at the hands of the killer made her feel almost sick. She shouldn’t feel like this. She should go running out screaming and turning him in. He killed people she knew. Liked. Cared for.

But he didn’t kill her. He wouldn’t. He would of done it by now. She knows. And as he she looks up into his eyes, the smile that pulls into a smirk on his face. She knows he knows that they both know the other isn’t going to do anything. And she can’t help the tears that continue to spill because what is wrong with her? Was it truly possible to love someone so much that you don’t turn them in for killing? For doing an ungodly act? Could you love someone so much that you’re not scared even as they press a blade to your throat, hands coated in someone else’s blood, a crazed look in their eyes.

It had to be possible. Because it’s the only thing she felt as she stared up at him. Love.

“Are you scared?” He asks.

She hesitates to, but she does, shake her head. “No.”

He smiles. Kisses her and this time she kisses back. It’s long, passionate, a hint of potentially leading to something else. But, they don’t have time for that right now. No. He has to take care of a few things.

He pulls away, moves the knife from her neck, holds either side of her head in his palms, “Now, tell me, what were you doing out tonight?” He needs to know. He didn’t plan for this. He was never someone to not have a plan or back up plan. Especially with this. And now he needed to include her in it. Something that brought a slight tinge or joy to him, that settled at the base of his cock.

“I was looking for you.” He smiles as she explains, finding the sentiment sweet. “You didn’t show up to my cabin and I feared that something had happened to you. You always show up. So I knew something had to be up. So..,” she swallows. “I went looking for you and then I heard something.”

He nods. “I heard someone. Something. I don’t usually leave such a mess, but you took me by surprise.” He grins.

She continues, “I went to see what the noise was, tripped over her shoes and fell to the ground, into her,” she raises her hands indicating the blood on them. “Then I figured I should help whoever it was, thought maybe they had fallen or something and that’s when I saw they were dead and then ran-”

“Into my arms.” He kisses her lips. “Right where you belong.” He rubs the pad of his thumb against her temple, “Tell me, love, did you leave anything behind? Any sign that you were there?”

She thinks. Hard. The thought that she could have fingers pointing at her if something of hers was to be found beside a dead body makes her stomach churn. She shakes her head quickly but then remembers the sting from her palms and knees, she was sure her blood had probably gotten on something. And, then, she remembered her initial reaction to seeing the lifeless body before her, she had gotten sick.

“Oh my god,” she cries out.

“What? Baby.” Xavier wipes her fallen tears and tries to coo her back to a calming manner so she can actually answer him.

“I—I fell, cut myself, my blood has to be all over!”

Xavier doesn’t seem to be as worried about it as she does. He just takes her hands in his, runs his finger over the small cuts on her palms and presses a kiss to them. “It’s alright.”

She shakes her head. “No, it’s not!” She feels fear now. “I also got sick. I—threw up.”

He frowns and takes a moment. Closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in, let’s it out, opens his eyes and smiles at her. “We can work around that.”

“How?” She wipes the sleeve of her shirt across her eyes, getting rid of any stray tears as she tries to calm herself back down. Her brows knitted in confusion. He was so calm. More calm than he was minutes ago when he found out she had touched the dead body he had just slaughtered.

“I figured you’d touched her, the thought alone pissed me off. Not at you. But at myself for leaving the bitch there.” He moves a stray hair from her face, smiles. “I planned for only me getting involved in this, not you. You were just going to be along my side when the police came and arrested Brooke. Took her away from the murders and me and you being the lone survivors, the final two. Getting all of the limelight.”

And now she knew why he was doing this. Why he did this. Xavier loved attention. Loved being worshiped in other ways she couldn’t always provide for. So him being a survivor of something so tragic and gruesome would be just the type of attention and light he would love to have shine on him. He probably figured it would bring in more money for his classes. For his love for the higher end things.

Now, she was also a part of the plan and would have the same attention pointed at her. Though, it seemed he always planned for her to be in the light beside him. A thought that almost makes her smile. As sick and wrong as it was.

“You are going to go back out there. You’re going to scream, I know how loud you can get,” he smirks leans his forehead against hers. “Scream loud enough to wake someone up, everyone up, and when they come and find you they are going to see you’ve tripped, fallen, hurt yourself, gotten sick, discovered the body. When, or if, they ask you why you are there you simply tell them you were walking to the bathrooms and heard a noise.” His gaze never leaves hers as he speaks. Their fingers laced, “Do you understand?”

She nods. Taking in every word. Holding onto it. Clinging to it. She could do this. She could do this for not only herself but for him. For Xavier. He needed her. Needed her to not blow this. To do this for him. In a fucked up way as to protect him and it made her heart swell. He depended on her and she him. It was sickly sweet.

He smiles and presses a kiss to her lips. “Everything is going to be fine.”

“I..I know.” She reassures him. Smiles. The shaking, the aches, the fear suddenly something she doesn’t recall having her body feel. A fleeting pass of emotions that didn’t matter anymore. What mattered now was this. Xavier mattered.

“Good girl.” He smirks. Kissing her again, more passionately. “You’re such a good girl, y/n.”

—

And so she follows his instructions. Does exactly as she’s told, falls to the ground, screams until her lungs ache and nothing comes out, waking everyone in the camp, a group of counselors and campers running in her direction, stopping in their tracks, screaming horrifically, getting sick, and crying as their eyes spot the lifeless body.

Brooke, as Xavier said she would stood in the back, eyes wide, tear filled but away from any eyes to see her. See her enough to say she was there and that she couldn’t be the killer.

She almost finds herself smiling at how much thought he had put into this. He was more than just what he showed people, a breathtaking boy with beautiful eyes and amazing hair and slight asshole tendencies. He was so much more than that. And she was the only one who would know it. Get to see it.

But she could smile later. Enjoy the sick feeling of the love her and Xavier shared between the two. Right now she had a role to play. And play it she did. Sobbing uncontrollably as two counselors helped her to her feet, helped carry her to the infirmary. Xavier coming running from his cabin, pushing past people as he runs to her side, his dark clothes a thing of the past, the brighter shades of purple and white glaring from the moonlight, making a show to look fearful, to look her over to ask what happened, what’s going on and to fake fear and distress when he’s told.

Later the two would smile and laugh at the perfect show they put on. Xavier would tell her how good she was. How proud he was as he kissed down her chest, her abdomen, to the top of her shorts. Pulling them down and positioning himself between her legs to show her just how proud of her he was, how good she was.

The two sealing their blood bond with a passionate night of rough kisses and praising touches.

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[marvelmymarvel]

Hi just submitted a request and also I was just wondering if you have any tips for new writers on starting a blog and such?

Hello!! I got your request and I am excited to write it! It's very specific and if that means your 20th birthday is coming up then HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! Now for the tips... (Aka things I wish I knew before starting this blog!)

Long post ahead so read if you want to know how I set up my stuff and some advice for beginning a writing blog <3

Story Setup and Ideas:

When starting a writing blog, begin writing for one fandom that you are truly passionate about. For me, it was Band of Brothers at the time which is why my blog is heavy with it. Now, I am a multi-fandom blog and knew I would be when I began and if you would like to be multi one day as well don't be afraid of starting small. It's best to start small and with one fandom so you don't feel overwhelmed.

Now that you have your one fandom, find your favorite character or characters and write!! Heres how I write a story:

Figure out the idea, this can come from a moment with a friend, something I saw, or a song I heard. Once this idea is in your head write it down!! I have papers full of ideas and when I get in the mood I will refer back to them.

Figure out the pairing. This should come with the first part but sometimes I don't know exactly WHO I want it to about so play around with the scenes in your head. Who is the reader kissing? Who fits with this song??  Who would fit the feel of this scene? Those are some of the questions I ask myself if I don't know a pairing.

Set up the post. This is something I wish I did in the first part of my blog as it took a long time to fix every post so they look the same. Heres how I have them set up and feel free to use or take from this setup for yourself <3. With the Text Post option:

Title

Pairing (Bolded and with the header size)

Synopsis: It was a rainy day in the park but he kept her warm inside.

Trigger Warnings: Blood (This isn’t needed if you have no warnings but you can have it anyway and just put none)

Song: Song Title - Artist (Link: ---------) (Again, not needed unless you have a song that you wish for people to listen to)

A/n: (Finally the authors note, again, it's not needed but I like to talk a lot lol)

Gif/Banner/Etc (Heres where I add a gif of the character I’m writing for or something else that kicks off the story and drags people in. If it's not your gif, either credit the owner if you can find them or simply say its not your gif. I just now began doing this as I have a lot of gifs that I obviously didn’t create and I want to credit them)

Story (Here I like to put a keep reading after a paragraph that is sure to bring a reader in. Your goal is to make them click that ‘keep reading’ option)

Tags: (If you have people that want to be tagged, add them here) 

Hashtags: #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky Barnes imagine #bucky Barnes imagines (Basically for your hashtags at the end, make as many as you can but do not, I repeat DO NOT tag a character that is not important. For instance, if you are writing a story for bucky x reader and the reader has no important ties to steve do not include him. If there was a love triangle in which a reader will read both, then it is alright. Don't clickbait, that's all we ask ;) Adding to that, go ahead and just tag the character itself as well as the fandom!!)

That's how I set up my stories but I would like to let all the baby blogs know that Tumblr has this weird thing called an algorithm, and it sucks. You will not see your post show up on any of those tags for at least 48 hours. Once you post multiple things to that tag or they have ruled that you are not a bot then your stuff will show up. This was a stressor so I hope this knowledge calms you down :)

If you have a hard time with scenarios, ask for ideas!!!

Make rules if you are accepting ideas and don’t be afraid to turn down requests you don’t like/feel comfortable with. It will not alert the user that you deleted their ask so do not feel bad!

Stick to your rules and make sure your blog is a healthy and safe environment.

Once you are ready to move on to more fandoms, go ahead and try it out. If it becomes too much cut it back down. Also, don't be afraid to move away from the fandom you started in. Sadly, I am not as ‘intrigued’ with BOB like I once was. That doesn't mean you won't occasionally write for your beginning fandom but tastes change. 

Do what makes YOU happy.

MENTAL HEALTH SECTION:

Because mental health is real and I want all of my baby blogs to be happy, I’m going to let you know some tips and tricks to stay calm.

Remember, this is a blog and you are able to step away for as long as you need if things get stressful.

Remember that the faithful and caring followers will stick around and support you no matter what. You aren’t alone and you don’t owe anyone anything.

I have like 5 requests in my inbox and I know that those who requested know I will get to it but if I don't, I don't. They will not attack me. 

Any follower who attacks you should be reported and blocked immediately. Never let someone make you feel trapped.

When you feel burned out (we have all been there and I still am) do not push yourself. If you are only able to do one story a month then that's okay. Even one story a year is alright, just don't feel like you have to deliver. Your personal life and wellbeing come first. 

If you feel like one of your stories is shit, know that you are putting yourself down and do not delete it. I have one story that has 0 likes and never has that ever happened to me, but I refuse to take it down because I like it. 

Writing should be your escape, not your jail cell. (Something I had to tell myself a lot last year and I wish someone told me)

If you feel stressed and want your followers to know that you’re doing alright just need some time then post a lovely message to your Tumblr and call it good. Most likely, you’ll get messages and comments hoping that you feel better, those are the best followers.

Personal Safety Section:

So my moms a correctional nurse (Aka a nurse at a jail) and she is very protective of me being on the internet. That being said here are some tips I have for you to be safe (Again feel free to ignore some or agree to all, these are just my beliefs and I do not shame anyone who doesn't follow them!):

DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR REAL NAME UNLESS YOU KNOW YOU CAN TRUST SOMEONE. The name I have on my blog is VERY similar to my real name but for safety reasons, I don't go by my real name. Only like 2 followers know my real name and even then it took a while before I said it. 

DO NOT POST A PICTURE OF YOURSELF: God I sound like a boomer, but really you shouldn’t just up and post a picture of yourself unless you really want to. I have thought about posting a pic but thought “Yeah no...”

DO NOT GIVE OUT YOUR ADDRESS/CITY/STATE: I have only ever said on my blog that I am in the midwest of the US, but that's it. Never ever give anyone your address/city or your state. 

DO NOT GIVE OUT OTHER INFORMATION ABOUT YOURSELF: This can include your school, age (if below 18 because of predators), phone number (unless a friend that you trust), etc. 

BE CAREFUL. When someone messages you, don't be afraid to chat but if things feel fishy stop responding and block the person. 

Okay, my mother side is done ranting... Just be careful kiddos. As a certified adult, I can say that the internet is scary and that as a teenager (a whole year ago) I did stupid shit... So if you are a teen (Especially below 18) just be careful and think before posting anything personal. If you have any other questions or comments, go ahead and let me know. I am open ears. Also dear anon, please tell me this blog when you get started, I’d like to follow you :)

[stephenettz894-blog]

The Beginners Guide to Do Smoking Like A Pro

The Low ‘N’ Slow barbeque movement is all about enthusiasts experiencing the delicious flavours of perfectly smoked meat. We know a thing or two about a good barbeque. And we know that a little extra time spent giving your meat the smoky treatment goes a long way. There’s a reason why Low ‘N’ Slow barbeque has enjoyed such a surge in popularity, and we want to help you become an expert. There is nothing better than sweet tender meat falling off the bone and melting in your mouth. But smoking is a hassle right? Wrong! Here is our guide to get you started.

To get cracking on becoming an expert smoker, read our frequently asked questions below or watch our introduction to our smokers hosted by Australasian Barbecue Alliance founder Adam Roberts. Adam’s neverfail recipe for perfectly smoked Pulled Lamb will knock the socks off your family and friends at your next low ‘N’ slow session.

FAQ: What’s the difference between a smoker and a BBQ? Smokers aren’t like the traditional BBQs you’re used to. Instead of putting your food directly onto the grill over direct heat to cook for a short amount of time, smokers use low and slow heat combined with smoke and moisture to infuse food with a smoky flavour when cooking.

The trick is to smoke at a low temp for a long time. The minimum should be 2 hours of smoking at 100-120 degrees to infuse that smoky flavour into your meats. Of course, cooking times will vary depending on the cut and size of meat so our tip is to use a meat thermometer to make sure it’s cooked through.

FAQ: What’s the difference between hot smoking and cold smoking? It’s important to note that our products are designed to be used for hot smoking only.

Hot smoking refers to a cooking technique that uses both heat and smoke to cook your food. Most popular items to smoke are ribs, brisket, lamb and chicken. Since the meat is served immediately, proteins being hot smoked don’t require curing.

Cold smoking refers to a method of preserving meat to extend its shelf-life without exposing it to heat, usually at temperatures below 30 degrees Celsius. We recommend cold smoking be performed by trained professionals in accordance with food safety standards

FAQ: What is the difference between each type of smoker? There are basically 3 types of smoker: Charcoal, Gas and Electric.

Charcoal smokers: Unbeatable for smoky flavour but harder to master for first time smokers as the temp is a lot harder to regulate than gas or electric. Electric smokers: Simple and easy to use. Plug in, set the temp and walk away. The smoky flavour may not be as authentic as a wood smoker. Gas smokers: Like an electric smoker, the temperature is easy to regulate. Powered by LP Gas, you’ll have to check your tank to make sure you don’t run out of gas half way through a long smoking session.

OR – Simply buy a smoker box and wood chips and convert your existing BBQ into a smoker! To do this, fill the smoker box with wood chips and place directly onto the grill with the burner turned on low. Food is placed on the opposite end of the BBQ with the burner directly under the dish turned off.

FAQ: What smoker styles are available?

There are several versions of BBQ smokers. Vertical (cabinet and bullet), Offset, Kamado Joe and kettle.

Vertical (Bullet; Charcoal): Low cost and easy to use, vertical smokers are great for first timers (Pro Q Frontier/Gasmate).

Vertical (Cabinet): Usually gas or electric. Square cabinet-like design with drawers for easy access to the water tray and wood chip box (Bradley/Arrosto).

Offset: This charcoal smoker has a dedicated firebox offset to the side of the main cooking grill. Heat and smoke are generated in the firebox and pass through the main chamber and out through a ‘chimney’. This style has much more cooking space than box or vertical models. We stock the Texas Smoker (pictured below).

Kamado Joe: Ceramic smokers are the true “jack of all trades” BBQ. These smokers can be used as grills, hi-temperature ovens, or low and slow smokers. Their thick ceramic walls retain heat better than any other type of smoker while using very little charcoal. Ceramic smokers are easy to use, have better insulation and use less fuel.  We stock the Kamado Joe Classic/Dragon range.

Kettle: Weber kettle Pellet: Trager wood pellet grills

FAQ: Which wood/chips should I use in my smoker? So you’ve got your smoker and you’re ready to smoke delicious meats at your next barbeque. Next, you’ll need wood. Here’s a handy cheat sheet to make sure you pick the right wood chips, chunks or pellets for the perfect flavour every time!

[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Kun

*tw: there is a lot of mention of alcohol in this one   find college!nct (here) + hs!au dream (here)

major: aviation engineering 

minor: n/a

sports: almost took a yoga class once, does that count? 

clubs: was part of cooking club which shocked just about everyone - especially the culinary majors because why was an engineering major cooking better than them - people who actually wanted to be chefs so unfortunately he got banned,,,,,,,joined photography club instead 

on the outside, kun is probably the most unremarkable college student on campus

he attends his classes, does his work, hangs out with his friends, and never really causes any kind of drama or ruckus 

in a lot of ways he just ,,,,,,, sort of exists

and people only take notice when he’s in the background of things - like that time his roommate lucas broke the shared showers

and lucas, sopping wet in just his towel, was explaining to campus police that he “didnt break anything” the water just magically started overflowing

and kun had to step in, handing lucas a much needed pair of pants and tell the officer that the drains had been busted for weeks. it was only a matter of time till this happened 

or when mark confessed he really had no idea how to write a resume and kun was like

“here, take my word document template including a bunch of fake things i embellished about you, but not really because you are a great person!”

mark with tears in his eyes: th-thanks bro

basically, kun is the unsung hero of his friends

he’s always got their back - and he’s always there to support him

but he’s never like in the limelight 

on the outside only of course

the reality is, kun works outside of taking classes. 

to everyone on campus it’s a night shift stocking a local store in the college town downtown

but in reality, kun works as a bartender 

when he was a freshmen, he had found a online video of a bartender mixing drinks - but adding a magical flare to it

whether it was setting the drinks on fire

building pyramids out of glasses

or pouring drinks that swirled around and changed color

the video had fascinated kun, and he decided to see if he’d be any good at the job

turns out - he was

he had always liked being in the kitchen, working with food - working with drinks was pretty similar

each had its home ingredients, and each took its time to prepare

and with his job at the bar - he could be somebody else

he wasn’t just the college kid in the background

he could entertain, he could laugh, he could have fun and stop cleaning up his friends problems 

instead he could make other young strangers happy with his drinks and his magic

the only problem was this kun,,,,,,,,,,was far removed from regular kun

and keeping the secret did make kun feel bad

from his friends to his fellow engineering peers

everyone just thought “oh he’s going to his job at the store! he’ll probably study there and get into no trouble - it’ll be bland!”

when in reality he was doing just the opposite 

but at the same time,,,,kun felt like there was no way to connect the two. no one would believe he had this other,,,,,vibrant side

plus - he was juggling school and this job pretty well

his dream had always been to fly and fix planes when he was older 

so he took up engineering 

it came naturally and unlike a lot of people he did enjoy studying 

but there was time for geeking out about plane parts in his classes

but also still putting on his bartenders vest and striking smile for his nightime shifts

to everyone around him, kun was always there to be that encouraging buddy

that person who had the answers when you needed them 

because he himself never got into trouble 

ten would always clap kun on the back and go, “you need to party more! let loose! but not too loose - remember what happened to johnny last saturday?”

and kun would just laugh and agree

all the while thinking that his friends just didn’t know 

the closest anyone ever came to suspecting was when kun had a menu pulled up on his laptop of new drinks from the bar

and taeyong had went “what’s that?”

kun had broken into a cold sweat, trying to think up an excuse 

only to sigh of relief when taeyong switched the tab aimlessly to a youtube video kun had been watching about pilot safety tips

you ,,,,,, only knew kun as the bartender from your favorite place to drink after a tough test or a shitty day on campus

that’s because you went to college in the part of the city that kun worked in

so to you - kun was an enigma 

he was the striking smile and the crazy magic tricks 

and the smooth talking, sociable bartender who every person literally fell in love with for their first hour at the bar

you didn’t know about the kun who was quiet and plain

and to be honest, if someone told you kun was the last person to be noticed at his campus

you’d think they were lying - or being plain rude

because no matter how many times you’d been to the bar, no matter how many other boys have been around you

have talked to you

tried to wind you out from your bad mood

the only person who ever made you feel better, aside from the drink in your hand was kun

and to be honest you didn’t even go there to drink anymore 

you went there for the small talk with kun

even five minutes of just college kid banter with him was enough to make you forget your shitty professors and your three essays all due in the same week

but,,,,,,,,you’re pretty sure it’s the same for everyone else

kun’s job means he has to be nice to you

he has to be charming, inviting, and ever so handsome 

that warm feeling you get in the pit of your stomach whenever he smiles or his hand brushes against yours

you’re sure he’s got that spell cast over everybody

afterall - how could anyone ignore someone like kun?

and what makes it all worse is the fact that your little fascination with him absolutely grows into a crush

when you’re seated at the bar, looking at the beer you ordered - thinking about how intro to nuclear biology turned out to be the WORSE choice for an elective

when someone slides in to the seat beside you

smug look on their face and all

“how are you doing tonight? you’re far too gorgeous to be looking so gloomy.”

the pick up line makes you almost roll your eyes

but you look up at the person and shake your head instead

“i like being gloomy, college was made for that.”

instead of warning them off - the person seems to think your sarcasm is an invite to stay and chat

then they think its an invite to order you a drink

even when you tell them your bottle is half full

kun comes over when the stranger waves their hand

he looks picturesque in his little satin vest, the bow-tie and big glimmering eyes

“a drink for this beautiful angel to my left~”

the say and you reach out before kun can turn around

“i,,,,,dont want it. thank you.”

kun’s expression doesn’t falter, he just nods and glides his way over to another customer 

for a second,,,,you feel a little bit hurt

when you’d stopped him - you were hoping kun would read the pleading look in your eye

begging to somehow be saved from the awkward advances of a total random straner

but kun had a job to do, it’s not like he was going to be the knight in shining armor you wished he would be

“why’d you say no to a free drink?”

you look up at the stranger

“i know why you’re buying it for me, and im flattered - but im not interested.”

the once cheap kindness on their face twists into hurt pride

suddenly you’re not just annoyed,,,you’re a little worried as they lean in closer 

but before they can whisper whatever it is that they’re thinking they pull back 

yelping in pain, they look over to where a smiling kun on the otherside of the bar

has slammed a glass hard onto their hand

“ow! why they fuck did you put that shit on my hand!” 

the stranger winces, pulling his red hand up to his chest protectively as kun lifts up the glass

kun’s smile never even changes

but his eyes are darker than usual, sparking with some kind of emotion you’ve never seen from him

“oh, oops. i must have not seen your hand. you should go to the bathroom and ice that.”

the stranger grumbles, throws some more curses you and kun’s way and then disappears into the crowd

you turn and kun tilts his head as you stare at him in shock

“you - you didn’t have to do th-”

kun shrugs

“what? it was a genuine mistake.”

but he winks an then goes back to taking orders

and you sit there, feeling the warmth in your stomach that you usually get around kun turn into a blossoming blush on the insides of your heart

it’s that incident that makes you fall head over heels

you think it’s a little juvenile, in love with the handsome bartender

but you’re in college you’re allowed to be a little juvenile - after all these are the last four years till you’re living in the adult world 

but even still - you know kun just sees you as another regular 

another college student with your woes, and you’re sure he has some of his own

you daydream that he must be some kind of cool major like music or philosophy 

or something prestigious like pre-law or pre-med

how he must walk around on campus with an entire entourage of smitten students wanting him to notice them

how he probably dresses super stylish 

how everyone only looks at him and is super duper jealous or in love - 

that must be how kun is like at school

because that’s what he’s like here 

can you imagine the shock when you end up on kun’s college campus - visiting with your club to give a presentation in the science dept

only to see kun

wearing plain black pants,,,,a button up flannel,,,,,a messenger bag you’re sure he’s had since middle school

and glasses

sitting in the corner of the quad - quietly 

reading an,,,,,,,engineering textbook

surrounded by absolutely no one

passed by like he,,,,like he isn’t even there

you nearly triple take just to make sure it’s really really him

and one of your club members jokingly tells you to stop or you’ll swivel your head right off 

i mean there’s no way right,,,there’s no way the bartender i know,,,,,is that boy sitting over there? so,,,,so unnoticeable,,,

after you leave - the only thing in your head is the image of kun hunched over his book like that 

you keep trying to figure out an explanation 

and as you’re sitting in your room you just think - why am i broading about it? i should just ask him.

the thought makes your heart stop,,,,but you decide that if anything ,,,, this all makes kun more approachable 

more attainable 

but you shake that thought off and when you find yourself on a friday evening at the bar again

watching kun pour shots that turn from a clear white into a misty, fragrant pink 

you wonder how someone can just do a 180 and become someone completely new

you’re jealous - it must be a talent

kun’s shift comes to an end at three

and even though you think it’s a little corny that you waited - even a little creepy actually

you just can’t help but want to know 

and when kun sees you, he doesn’t seem at all concerned or annoyed

instead he smiles and waves

“it’s so late, it’s dangerous going home now.”

he warns and you feel your stomach do a flip

his first sentence out of his mouth isn’t why are you here? what do you want? it’s the need to show worry and empathy,,,,like is he seriously just the best person on earth?

you smile weakly, “kun - can i ask you something?”

he nods slowly, looking at you with what seems the most pure gaze in the world

“i,,i saw you - a couple of days ago. you were reading a engineering  textbook. is that your major?”

everything seems to drain right out of kun’s face

his smile vanishes like melting wax off a candle

and you instantly feel like this is it - that you could die of embarrassment and shame in this moment

when in a quiet voice he goes , “yes”

you don’t know what else to say - so you blurt out what you’re thinking

“do you not like it? you sound so sad,,,,,”

kun pulls suddenly at the bow-tie around his neck 

“i like it alot. it’s just,,,,” 

he stares dejectedly at the ground in the darkness of the night

“it’s just it doesn’t fit who i am here - right? it’s boring.”

you gape, unsure of what he really means

“you know me as the bartender here, as the happy and outgoing magician of drinks or whatever but in reality,,,that’s an illusion”

he shrugs

“im very plain. i like engineering. i like planes. and i dont really like to stand out. isn’t that funny?”

before your mind can tell you to pause, you reach out and grab kun’s cold hand

his wide eyes meet yours as you shake your head

“it’s not funny, and it’s not an illusion. this job is one part of you - but the other part of you is too. engineering is so interesting, it’s unexpected - but it’s cool and one day i would really like if you -”

your voice trembles - you’ve never really confessed to anyone before this

“i would really like if you told me more about it!”

kun doesn’t say anything for a bit 

so much so that you panic, letting go of his hand and whispering a feeble apology

but then he steps closer to you 

and you don’t know what he’s going to do next until he puts his hand slightly over your head

confused, you look up - noticing finally that it has started to rain

and kun is shielding you from it 

“im fine you don’t ha-”

“it’s late, it’s raining, the right thing is to make sure you stay dry and take you home.”

you feel your entire body burn up in a blaze when kun says that 

and you feel even more hot when he pulls you gently into his side as you walk down the street, you nervously giving him directions to your dorm

and when you finaly get there 

the RA simply looks up from her phone with a shrug

and you turn to thank kun again

“i dont work wednesdays. would that be an ok day for you?”

he says and you blink

“wh-what do you mean?”

he grins, “you said you wanted me to tell you more, could i take you out on wednesday?”

you do meet kun that following wednesday 

you sit in an obscure little cafe for lunch as kun pulls his textbook out of that beat up old messenger back 

and opens it up to a page of a diagram and tells you

“it may bore you, but this is my favorite model for planes. there’s a lot of technical stuff, but it’s my fathers favorite too.”

you know kun is keeping everything short - always limiting himself from saying to much

in some weird way you can feel that he thinks he’ll only annoy you with it

but you lean in, holding your cup of tea excitedly with both hands and urge him with a smile to never skip over the technical stuff - you want to know everything

and kun isn’t used to all this attention on him

the suave and experienced bartender playboy you thought he was is nothing close to the reality

he still plays little magic tricks

pulling coins from behind your ear and making a napkin on the table float

but they’re nothing flashy, they’re nothing crazy

they’re,,,,,,,more natural - just like kun

and it’s the little things that you learn about him that make you realize that you might have had a crush on bartender kun

but you could really fall in love with the real kun

the way he moves so he walks closest to the road when he’s with you

how he puts your hand in his pocket as you’re on the way back and the ac in the bus is a little too high

how he swiftly catches the side of your hip when you almost trip on the stairs 

and how he does it all without even thinking about it

helping and taking care of others is so,,,,,,,,in kun’s nature 

and he does it without any expectation of recognition or praise 

he’s the real definition of humbleness

so much so that 

when you stare at him, eyes flicking between his lips - up and down for nearly a minute straight on your third little date

he has to ask, literal permission

“is it ok if i kiss you?”

“i thought the staring at your lips would give away the answer to that one.”

for a while you still cant believe you’re actually dating kun 

but you start to put together that you’re not dating the kun you daydreamed about 

although you still think he’s literally irresistible in his bartender uniform

and he looks more than charming at his night time job still

you’re dating the slightly wallflower-ish kun who much more than ever makes your heart dance and not just your stomach feel warm

but every last part of your being 

you’ll still drop by, watch him do his job perfectly, watch everyone in the room fall in love just like you did

but kun never takes it beyond the bar

the only person whose hand he holds, the only person who he calls his wonder in his native min, the only person who gets to see him shed off all this dazzle and become comfortable 

is you

and kun tells you that he remembers watching you get hit on by that stranger whose hand he almost nailed to the bar top 

and how he’d sensed from the beginning that something was off and if he’d been more daring he would have dragged the dude out the door himself

which surprises you because,,,,,you thought that that moment was just kun being kun

that he’d done it for millions of other people in unwarranted situations and although kun admits that he’s casually saved a couple of people from awkward converstion

you had been the first person he,,,,,,had slammed a glass down on someones hand for 

“no one else has ever really evoked that out of me,,” he says one afternoon as you’re sitting between him and a pile of books he’s dragged out of the library

you giggle and kun looks at you all cute and confused

while you tell him that it’s nothing, he’s just - full of surprises

kun and you dating does surprise the rest of nct

notably lucas whose like “bro you are my roommate,,,,how did i not know you were getting spicy with someone”

you: “did he just say spicy?”

kun, deadpan: “that’s just lucas.”

doyoung grabbing lucas by the year: “apologize to them for calling their young beautiful love spicy right now.”

sicheng in mandarin to kun: “but ,,,,, are you two spicy,,,,you know-”

jkjkjkjk

but after the initial shock wears off,,,,you become a natural part of the group

you sort of stay in the sidelines watching nct get up to no good

with kun at your side, shrugging it off and telling you that when you’re both needed to save someone - you’ll be there

but secretly, for kun, it’s finally such a relief to have someone there with him

even if he’d always been content with being the quiet, always comes to the rescue at the last minute kind of friend

there had still been times when he hadn’t even been able to bring his own problems to the table 

but now, with you, he can do that

and you’re probably the only one in the world to ever see kun get stressed

so much so that when you tell taeyong you’re thinking of maybe getting kun something to distract him from all his worries

taeyong chokes on his rice and goes, “he-he’s worried about something?!!?”

(moral of the story is you teaching nct to pay attention to kun’s pains sometimes - mark apologizes profusely for almost an hour about not doing so)

but no really, finally for kun there’s someone who not to be a total cornball

but someone who puts him first - just like he puts everyone else

and to be honest it’s nice to be taken care of 

also you’re cute. you’re cute when you’re taking care of him. or when you’re not taking care of him. or when you’re right in front of him. or when he’s getting distracted looking at your photo which he made his phone background in class. basically you’re very cute

kun tells everyone you’re very cute

there are many ways to say cute in different languages and kun might just learn all of them just so he can call you cute

also, aside from telling his friends about your relationship - you also end up taking them to the bar

to see kun in action

and although it kind of makes kun a little shy, all of nct nearly fall off their chairs when they see him get into the groove

johnny even claims, in a bit of a tipsy manner, that kun really is the coolest of all of them huh - taeyong you may have your perfect face but kun is really winning oh shit im going to fall dow-

ten, the designated driver thanking you and kun when you have to drag taeil down from atop the bar stage after the tenth time of singing “what is love?”

but anyway back to your relationship with kun

he really is such an attentive person, it’s just part of him to pick up on the little things

he knows your habits, he knows your likes and dislikes 

you dont even have to tell him where to put his hand around you - he knows that you prefer your waist over your shoulders

he knows that you hate milk in your coffee

he knows that you’d much rather wear his green hoodie than the red button down jungwoo got him for christmas 

he knows when you’re mad before you can even say anything, he knows you’re about to cry before the tears even fall

and you’re so amazed he soaks up all this information and remembers it about you

because it makes you feel completely and utterly loved

people who otherwise don’t know much about kun like to assume he’s kind of closed up

that he doesnt pay attention, that he’s off in his own world

but that’s not true - not at all

and even though kun always pulls you into his arms, nose settled in the crook of your neck

murmuring that there’s nothing in the world he wants then to be here alone with you 

you sometimes want to pull him up and have the world realize who he is 

how great he is 

and how much you love him

also can i just say that he’s so sweet that when you first end up staying the night kun’s hand trembling on the buttons of your jeans

he looks up, eyes blown out and his hair a mess from making out just to go

“stop me now, i dont want to keep going because if i do i think i might really become addicted to you.”

LIKE HE LITERALLY SAYS THAT 

and had it not been for you just really wanting him - you might have burst out into tears and hugged him close because he’s so cute

(you know after he was all shy like,,,was it ok,,,i haven’t done this much,,,,,if i can i will impro- *you shut him up with a lot of kisses*)

sometimes you’ll still swing by the bar for a drink on a bad day, but instead of it you swing by

and kun signals to the manager for his break

only to meet up with you out back

and ask you whats wrong, even though he knows what you actually want

which is to kiss his face

and he lets you

(has had to fix his bowtie a LOT more since he started dating you) 

(also had to start carrying a comb with him because gosh darn it you keep messing up his hair)

you know that kun is good at making drinks, but when he cooks some of his home favorite meals

you take one bite

get up

and go over to smother him in more kisses

“you are husband material, you know this right?”

kun tilting his head with his chopsticks in his mouth: “i dont think i am.”

you getting up again to give him even more kisses: “god i love you”

kun doesn’t talk much when you guys hang out with his friends which is like totally normal 

and you’re ok just cuddling into his side, watching the rest of nct make a fool of themselves

at the movies or at the park or wherever

but one day kun is like “guys wanna see my new magic trick?”

and everyone is like hell yeah

and youre like ? wonder what it is, he didn’t show me this one yet either

and then kun just goes 

“right now ill show you guys my ENTIRE universe. wanna see it?”

and all of nct is like huh

and doyoung is like snorting like there’s no way to shrink the universe down or something like what are you going to pull out a tiny globe keychain out of your pocket-

kun pointing directly to you

“there it is. my entire universe.”

nct: dead:

you: literally going to faint

kun: thank you. no need for a standing ovation. 

#i listened to what is love the whole time i was writing this and i dont know why? like it has nothing to do with the plot? #take on me by aha came on and i was like crying in the pitch blackness of my room going I DONT KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO SAY KUN ILL SAY IT ANYWAY #nct scenarios #nct u scenarios #kun scenarios #nct imagine #nct u imagine #kun imagines #kun #nct #kun au #nct au #nct u au #qian kun

[miss-wanderlustwriter]

All Looks Good.

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Hey! I have a little request. So here it goes: The reader is Billy’s girlfriend but she doesn’t have big breasts like some girls of her school. She feels very uncomfortable and is a little bit ashamed about it. And Billy makes her feel better and stuffs.. I hope this makes any sense! Thank you! Ps. I love you stories!! ❤️💗 @make-upgeek

Warnings: Body insecurities. Fluff, fluff, fluff.

A/N: This is my first ever request so thank you very much! This subject is actually pretty close to me as I've majorly struggled with my body and self confidence since I was a teenager (although my issues are the opposite if you catch my drift). So I've done my best and I really hope you all like it. Ahhhh 💕

The early morning sunlight was streaming in through your open window, highlighting all the specs of dust floating up, then down, then up again. A bit like how your mind was running on a constant loop.

Being a teenager is hard and being a girl is hard. But being a teenage girl and not feeling feminine is even worse. But that was you, and you were in a daily battle with yourself for your own acceptance.

Head resting on your boyfriend's chest you took comfort in his gentle breaths and the beating of his heart, as he unknowingly grounded you from from becoming lost in your insecurities.

However, from across the room your full length mirror goaded you so you untangled yourself from from the heavy limbs of your boyfriend Billy and, feeling particularly strong today, faced your reflection.

What you saw was a petite girl, your long hair fell around your small frame. Sure you were slim, had a flat stomach, everything was in proportion but one aspect of your body caused you stress you didn't think was possible. You had been holding out since you were 13 for your boobs to come in, like they had with all the other girls in school, but you were nearly 18 now and delayed puberty was no longer an excuse. You pulled your t-shirt tight around your figure, there was something there, you could wear a bra but most of the time you just didn't bother.

You let out at sigh as the t-shirt engulfed your body again and heard Billy's sleep driven voice behind you, "Baby what're you doin'?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"Can you think back in bed please I miss you."

You swivelled around to find him on his stomach laying diagonally across your side of the bed, eyes still closed, "I've been stood here all of 5 minutes, and you look like you're just fine on your own."

He heard the edge to your voice, he had come to recognise when something was wrong. His eyes opened to find you staring back into the mirror and he was confused. He clumsily rolled out of bed wearing just his boxers and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, understanding you needed him right now. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and rested his head on your shoulder meeting your reflection's gaze.

"Talk to me." He whispered.

Your hands rested on his arms as you were immersed in him, his warmth radiating into your skin creating the safety you were so accustomed to. But the sigh slipped through your lips before you could stop it as you realised you were going to have to tell him what had plagued you for your teenage years.

"Just... What," You paused, eyes shifting from Billy to the floor, "What do you think of my body?"

"Is that a trick question?" He raised his eyebrows knowing how girls could be about this kind of thing and not wanting to say anything wrong.

"No Billy it's not a trick." Your eyes ran over the image of you both before you continued. "You like it though? You're not, looking at other girls, hoping I was more like them?" You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, embarrassed and terrified he would confirm your fears.

Billy knew this was dangerous territory. He moved to between you and the mirror, blocking your view and lifting your chin to make sure all you could see was his ocean blue eyes.

"No baby." He was adamant. "But what is this about you're starting to worry me."

"My boobs Billy!" You pulled away from him slightly finally cracking, "Or rather lack of them. It seriously doesn't bother you than I basically have none?"

Billy tried so hard not let the threatening smirk appear on his lips, he could tell this was serious to you but after all he was a boy, and pretty much all boobs were good to him; especially yours.

He came towards you and without warning pulled at the neckline of your top shoving his bed head curls in your face to take a good look at your naked chest.

"Billy!" You jumped backwards hitting the bed and grabbing at your top yet smiling in spite of yourself.

"What?! I was just double checking nothing had happened to them! All looks good to me babe." He replied with a deep chuckle and a wink.

"I'm serious Billy, I don't need to wear a bra half the time and those girls at school-"

"Those girls at school are shallow and fake, and I love your boobs," He may have purposely said too loud, "And I especially love them because they’re yours."

One hand curled its way around your waist again as the other came up to your cheek to hold your gaze. You leaned into his touch and could easily see how he had changed so much from the angry, violent boy you first met, to the one you now loved.

Billy kissed the tip of your nose making you smile and then dropped his voice to the tone which he knew drove you crazy, "And you know I like it best when you don't wear a bra."

You let out a breathy laugh before pressing a slow kiss to his smug mouth. He kissed back before proceeding to put his lips on every part of your face. You broke out in laughter and went to pull away squeezing your eyes shut and scrunching your nose, but he held you against him and finally returned his mouth to yours.

He carefully pushed you down onto the messy bed as his tongue brushed past your lips and he held his weight above you. You broke the kiss to trace your hands up his ribcage and onto his chest, following them with your eyes before locking onto his, "I love you Billy Hargrove."

"I love you too Y/N Y/L/N." His grin grew wider as he dipped his head kissing both sides of your chest through your t-shirt, causing a giggle to catch in your throat, before he collapsed on the bed and pulled you into his side.

Your head was resting on his chest like before and he made sure your bodies were intertwined while you kissed and talked and fell back asleep; taking advantage of the lazy Saturday morning.

Let me know what you think guys! All feedback is greatly appreciated. Requests and prompts are open! 💕💕

#billly hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billy hargrove request #stranger things imagine #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove imagine #first request #all the fluff #enjoy #all the love #body image #self love #we got this #💖

[universalautogarage]

Car Maintenance Checklist: 9 Essential Steps That Anyone Can Do

No one loves reaching into their pocket to pay the mechanic. That's the reason it's important to take preventative measures with regular DIY maintenance, especially on the off chance that you drive a vehicle that is considered "old" by today's standards. In the event that you want to save cash while taking extra-special care of your daily driver, our car maintenance checklist will help guarantee all your bases are covered when it's an ideal opportunity to pop the hood and kick the tires. 

Past life span, keeping any vehicle fit as a fiddle with standard maintenance procedures also increases safety. At the point when a car is running easily and performing optimally, not exclusively is there less strain on your car motor and different components, your driving ability will not be blocked by a compromised vehicle. 

Staying on top of a car maintenance checklist will not singularly avoid potential collisions or accidents, yet a profoundly functional vehicle can help save you on the road and in the pocketbook. In light of that, here are some DIY vehicle maintenance tasks that you can do easily without anyone else. 

Get comfortable with your proprietor's manual 

Many drivers will in general overlook their proprietor's manual, however consider it along these lines: If you purchased another tech gadget, would you simply start utilizing it without reading any of the instructions? That mentality also applies to a car. 

Each car comes with a proprietor's manual. This manual covers all the car's features and components in the engine and inside the cabin. You can make a note of the areas and details you want to learn about as you go through this rundown. 

The manual holds important information that includes a recommended maintenance schedule covering all the parts and liquids the car needs regularly replaced. It can range from how regularly to change your oil, and when is the best an ideal opportunity to swap out channels or belts. On account of engine oil, it will note which type it runs on, so you realize what to search for when it's the ideal opportunity for a change. 

Your proprietor's manual will also lay out all safety measures to take as you go through your car's adjust checklist, so make sure you study it closely for your own safety. 

A quick 60-second inspection can reveal a ton 

A few parts of a car are profoundly noticeable so you know when something's happening. For example, make sure to check that all lights work from time to time. Headlights, taillights, and blinker lights are important to driver safety and are needed to be ready to rock 'n roll by law. You ought to also check for rust on the body, undercarriage, and in the engine. Rust can spread and do genuine damage whenever left untreated. 

In the engine, you can also do a quick car battery check. 

With the car battery, you're searching for any frayed cables, cracks in the casing, corrosion, earth, and different indications of damage. 

You can also do a quick check of various liquids as well, especially oil and washer liquid, which are entirely accessible and easy to inspect. Anytime you see a leak, it's important to move it checked out immediately to mitigate any further damage and costly repairs. 

Yet, as important as standard 1-minute inspections are, you'll need to plunge somewhat more profound every now and then to guarantee your car stays in perfect running request. This checklist covers: 

Motor oil 

Coolant, antifreeze, guiding, and transmission liquids 

Battery 

Tires 

Air and cabin channels 

Spark plugs 

Belts 

Windshield wipers 

Check Engine light 

1. Check the motor oil in your car 

Oil change organizations will place stickers on the windshield with a future odometer reading as the recommended point for when you should get back to change it again. Only one out of every odd vehicle is the same—nor is each motor—so the number furnished may not necessarily jive with the automaker's recommended edge. 

In spite of the fact that man-made, synthetic oil lasts longer and is considered cleaner and more efficient than regular oil or synthetic mixes. That usually means you can accumulate more kilometers before you need to change it. Your proprietor's manual should offer some guidance on the motor's viscosity and the average mileage per oil change. Compare that figure to an oil changer's estimate, and you will have a general idea on when to return. 

You can always check oil levels by utilizing the dipstick, or in some more up to date vehicles, an electronic gauge. In the event that the oil is really dark or looks sloppy on the surface, it's the ideal opportunity for a change. Great motor oil is somewhat translucent with a smoother surface to it.  Looking For a BMW Service Center Abu Dhabi Visit Universal Auto Garage

2. Check different liquids in your car 

Cars run on different liquids as well, and you can manually check them yourself. The easiest is washer liquid, which can quickly run out in the colder time of year, and is also exceptionally easy to top off when you're coming up short. 

Motor coolant, antifreeze, and guiding liquid all come with dipsticks or gauges, making it easy to check liquid levels at a glance. Your proprietor's manual may not specify how to check or top off them, however you can familiarize yourself with where they are and have a look. 

Manuals regularly will not make reference to transmission liquid, as there is no universal mileage figure on when to change it, so it's ideal to check with the manufacturer to get a recommendation. 

Coolant and antifreeze have distinct drains, however beating up and replacing/topping off it are two distinctly various tasks. On the off chance that you are coming up short, be it a leak or something different, beating up is easy. On the off chance that it's an ideal opportunity to flush or drain the liquids, there is more work needed to arrive. 

3. Checking the battery 

Car batteries are integral to running a healthy vehicle, and when following the correct advances, are relatively straightforward to test or replace. You can get more detailed information on the most proficient method to manage your car battery with our comprehensive guide. 

4. Check, rotate, and change your tires 

Tire pressure always requires some inspection, so a basic walkaround can give clues on whether any of the four tires are lower than they ought to be. Check the treads and make sure they aren't excessively worn. The "Tonie Test" is a great trick to help you know whether new tires are required: 

It's always a smart thought to have a tire pressure gauge in the car because it's a low-tech way to realize how much air is actually inside each one. There's a lot to learn about tire maintenance to maximize mileage and guarantee safety on Canada's intense road conditions. 

5. Air and cabin channels 

There are two key channels that you shouldn't overlook because they protect the motor and affect the air quality in the cabin. The motor air channel keeps earth, garbage, and different contaminants from getting in. That also includes dust or different particles going from the cabin into the motor as well. 

The cabin channel blocks pollutants that could potentially course through the car's HVAC framework. Residue, exhaust cloud, dust, and form spores, among others, are kept from contaminating the air inside. To keep that up, you should replace the cabin channel as well. 

While the cabin channel is usually easy to access, the air channel can vary, contingent upon the make and model you're driving. Clogged channels make the motor work harder to push air through, in this manner affecting performance and eco-friendliness. Automakers may have recommended maintenance timeframes based on mileage in the manual, or may not make reference to it at all. In any case, they all offer some guidance on when is the correct time. 

You can also utilize your own eyes and nose to decipher how clogged or messy the channels are. An odd or smelly scent in the cabin, especially when heat or AC is on, could indicate the channel is in a bad way. While inspecting a motor air channel, have a go at raising it toward a source of light. The dependable guideline is on the off chance that you can't perceive any light pass through, it's an ideal opportunity to replace it. 

6. Spark plugs 

Spark plugs play an important part in motor efficiency, and they can be susceptible to development that ultimately affects overall performance. Your proprietor's manual usually reveals to you how regularly spark fittings should be replaced, yet your spark attachment may should be replaced sooner if: 

Your car battles to accelerate. 

You have inconvenience starting the motor or hear peculiar "popping" fizzle sounds. 

You notice a demolishing efficiency. 

Copper spark plugs have a more extended center electrode than iridium ones do. Iridium plugs are more costly yet last more and offer a superior spark. At the point when you check your spark plugs (your proprietor's manual will disclose to you where they're located in the engine) the electrode and tip shouldn't be black from the motor crud. In the event that it is, you need to either clean it or replace it. Visit Universal Auto Garage for Car AC Repair in Mussafah 

7. Taking a gander at the belts 

Timing and serpentine belts are the most common, and at some point or another, you should replace them. Manufacturers have various recommendations on when you ought to do that, so there is definitely not a universal number to stick to for each vehicle. These aren't easy to replace outside of a garage, so is better left to a mechanic to handle. 

Nonetheless, you can check them for some basic telltale signs. Cracking, fraying, and releasing pressure are warning indications of a belt on its way out. Realize what to search for and you can get a smart thought when it's an ideal opportunity to swap it for another one. 

8. Replacing windshield wipers blades 

Windshield wipers can take a real beating, especially in Canadian weather, so it's important to stay on top of their performance. Once you notice extra water streaking to the windshield after each swipe, it could be an ideal opportunity to swap them out for new ones. You can always have a go at cleaning down the elastic with a washcloth to check whether that improves performance. 

Wipers have standardized lengths and sizes, so it relies upon what your car upholds. Once in a while, the left and right ones will be various lengths. They are also made up of two parts—the metal arm and the blade with the elastic attached—so you may just have to replace the elastic and not the arm. 

9. What to do when the check motor light comes on 

The check motor light is always a little jarring when you see it spring up because it doesn't give you any context past that. What does that little light mean? It could mean anything! Now and again it's not much. At times it is. Thankfully, there are ways to investigate and sort it out. Check out Universal Auto Garage for Car Service Abu Dhabi in Mussafah

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Examples of Pet Business Ideas

Do you love animals? Do you want to start a business that either supports pets or deals directly with them? A pet business idea might be the opportunity for you.

July 24, 2019 9 min read

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Pet owners are happy to spend money on their pets, whether it’s training, boarding or day-care, there are a lot of opportunities in the pet space.

If you’re an animal lover and want to work with them all day, here are 10 successful examples you can use to ensure your business remains competitive:

1. Pet sitter

Do you love looking after animals? You can make this passion into a full-time pet business. When owners travel, they want their animals to be looked after in the comfort of familiar surroundings.

Before you launch your pet sitting business, here is an example pet business to help you ensure your business remains profitable:

Business Name: Paws n Claws Services

Website: https://pawsnclaws.co.za/

Established Date: 2013

About the business:

The founder of Paws n Claws Services has experience in basic dog training and dog grooming. She owned horses, dogs and cats throughout the past 20 years. They offer love and care for their client’s pets in the comfort and safety of their home.

Innovative business offering

Paws n Claws Services has an innovative management system that enables their clients to keep in constant communication with both the office and the sitter to ensure their animal is comfortable at all times.

2. Dog Training

Owners like to get their dogs trained to obey certain commands or eradicate bad behaviour. If you love dogs and have a commanding presence with them, you can offer dog training classes to those in your area.

Related: A Free Business Plan Example to Launch Your South African Business

Here is an example of a pet business you can learn some tips and tricks from before launching your own business:

Business Name: The Woof Academy

Website: https://www.thewoofacademy.co.za/

Established Date: 2008

About the business:

The Woof Academy offer dog training for dogs of all ages and sizes. They teach their clients’ dogs the basics and then teach you how to correctly train your dog. They offer hands-on dog training experience in the comfort of their client’s home. 

Innovative business offering

Besides numerous types of dog training, The Woof Academy also offers pet sitting, behavioural solutions, pet walking, workshops, consultations and contract work. They can also assist their clients in selecting the right pet for their environment.

3. Dog Walker

Not every dog owner is able to live on a large property or walk their dogs sufficiently every day. If you’re an animal person and you like walking dogs, why not make a business out of it?

Before you launch your business learn a few tips and tricks from this example of a pet business:

Business Name: Your Hound Pet Services

Website: https://yourhound.co.za/

Established Date: 2011

About the business:

Dogs deserve love, attention, exercise and socialising, which Your Hound Pet Service provides with their dog walking service. They also offer general lessons for walking on a lead and obedience, during the walks.

Innovative business offering

Aside from dog walking, Your Hound Pet Service offer pet sitting and a pet taxi.  The pet taxi assists with the transportation of pets, reducing the hassle for owners and the pet hair from their cars. 

4. Pet Boarding

When owners travel, sometimes they prefer to leave their pets in a boarding facility. If you’re an animal person and you’re good with various types of animals this could be the pet business opportunity for you.

Related: 25 Of The Most Successful Business Ideas In South Africa

Before you get started, learn from this example of a pet boarding business and ensure your company remains sustainable:

Business Name: Badham’s Fourways Kennels and Cattery

Website: https://www.4wayskennels.co.za/

Established Date: 1982

About the business:

Badham’s Fourways Kennels and Cattery offer a safe place for their clients to leave their pets while they’re travelling. The kennels are heated to keep pets warm and comfortable particularly in the colder months. They even offer drivers to come and collect pets for boarding to reduce the strain on their clients.

Innovative business offering

In addition to all the innovative boarding services, Badham’s Fourways Kennels and Cattery also offer a doggy day care, a pet salon and a pet gym for a comprehensive all-inclusive pet service.

5. Doggie Day-care

Dog day-care services have grown in popularity over the past few years as owners want their animals taken care of during the day and have the opportunity to socialise with other animals. If you have experience introducing animals to each other and caring for animals, this could be the pet business idea for you.

Before you launch your business, you should first learn about your competition and what they are doing in the market, here is an example of a pet business you can learn from:

Business Name: Precious Paws and Claws

Website: https://www.preciouspawsandclaws.co.za/

Established Date: 2018

About the business:

Precious Paws and Claws offers a doggy day-care centre for dogs to socialise with other dogs, have stimulated activity and be active during the day. Doggy day-care includes full-time quality supervision, daily massage, play time and socialising.

Innovative business offering

Precious Paws and Claws also has an online shop, where their clients and other pet lovers can buy everything from hypoallergenic pet treats to birthday pup cakes and puppy starter kits. A portion of the proceeds from items sold from their store goes in support of their local SPCA.

6. Pet Grooming

Numerous pet owners want their furry family members to be professionally groomed and treated. If you’re good with pets and have experience with grooming animals this could be the pet business idea for you. 

Related: If You Choose To Start A Business, Make Sure It’s Right For You

Here is an example you can learn from before you start up your own pet grooming business:

Business Name: Twisted Whiskers

Website: http://www.twistedwhiskers.co.za/

About the business:

Twisted Whiskers is a pet spa that offers professional, personalised and dedicated services to their clients and their pets. They offer dedicated Kitty Spa Mornings reserved for cats only. They also have 5 different massage therapists to choose from as well as a dedicated relaxation Jacuzzi experience for your dogs.

Innovative business offering

Besides styling, pampering and making pets feel adored, Twisted Whiskers also offer a pet deli, which offers a variety of quality toys, cuddly beds, beautiful clothing, funky accessories and premium pet food.

7. Pet Bakery

If you’re good at baking but are looking to try something unique or more animal focused you could create pet food and treats. But, before you start baking, research what your competition are doing to ensure your business will become profitable. Here is an example of a pet business you can learn from:

Business Name: The Littlest Pet Bakery

Website: https://littlestpetbakery.com/

About the business:

The Littlest Pet Bakery focuses on creating unique desserts that are guilt-free and organic. They also aim to ensure no pet is left out, by choosing ingredients that are inclusive of all sensitivities. Their desserts are always grain, corn, soy, poultry, pork, beef, egg, dairy and additive free.

Innovative business offering

Besides have an extensive range of pet treats, they also cater for doggy birthdays with a cake designed for dogs and unique speciality treats.

8. Pet Toy Maker

Pet owners are constantly buying toys for their furry friends to play with. You can turn this into a business opportunity by making and selling pet toys. Before you start investing in equipment, fabric and doing more research, you’ll need to see what others toy makers are doing.

Here is an example of a pet toy maker that you can learn from:

Business Name: Eleanor and Milo

Website: https://www.etsy.com/people/eleanorandmilo

About the business:

Eleanor and Milo is an Etsy shop that sells beautiful hand-made stuffed toys made with reclaimed materials. Each toy uses leftover or deadstock fabrics from furniture manufacturing for both outside designs and inside stuffing.

Related: How To Keep Big Ideas From Being Big Failures

Innovative business offering

Each toy is completely unique in its design and clients can also custom order toys for their furry family members. 5% of all the proceeds are donated to animal rescue and rehabilitation organisations.

9. Pet Travel Service Provider

When pet owners travel or move, transporting the pets themselves can be a stressful experience. You can start a pet travel service provider for owners who want to travel with their pets or who are moving to a new house.

Before you launch your new pet business idea, here is a successful pet transport service you can learn a few tricks from:

Business Name: PETport

Website: https://www.petport.co.za/

About the business:

PETport relocation specialists offer pet travel around South Africa, comfy animal travel crates, pet boarding facilities of all kinds and experienced animal handlers.

Innovative business offering

Besides local travel and logistics PETport also offers international animal travel services as well as pet emigration and passports for those leaving the country with their furry family members.

10. Cat Café Operator

Cat Cafés are growing in popularity across the world. These let customers hang out with cats while enjoying a beverage or a meal. If this sounds like your dream job, then this could be the pet business idea for you. Here is an example of a successful cate café that you can learn from:

Business Name: Mew Haven Cat Cafe

Website: https://mewhavencatcafe.com/index.html

About the business:

Mew Haven Cat Café have partnered with a shelter called The Animal Haven to find cats that would enjoy living in a cat café. While surrounded by happy and friendly cats their customers can come and grab their favourite café drink and make some new furry friends.

Innovative business offering

Mew Haven Cat Café’s aim is to help cats to connect with loving families and find permanent homes. All of the café cats are still looking for their forever home and can be adopted through The Animal Haven.

Related: Your Free Business Idea Evaluation SWOT Analysis Template

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  If you love buckets and survival, you’ve landed in the right place, as today’s article is about 5-gallon buckets and survival, or how to use an already-legendary item in the prepper community for building a survival kit.

And yes, I am talking about the famous 5-gallon bucket, which seems to be at the top of the list when it comes to survival and sustainable development.

Besides gardening, building pyramids, and putting a man on the moon, this inconspicuous item can be used for improvising an emergency/survival kit as it’s large enough to hold quite a few items of survival gear, it’s tough and water resistant, and it’s pretty easy to carry around depending on what’s in it.

These DIY emergency kits are easy and cheap to made, and in a crisis situation they’ll prove to be highly valuable.

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The idea is to have as many as possible placed in strategic places, i.e. one in your car, one in your basement, one in your vacation home, one in your office – you know what I’m talking about.

To begin with, let’s concentrate a bit on the bucket itself. Not all buckets are created equal; you need to get a good one that hasn’t been used to store toxic chemicals.

How to Choose a High-quality Bucket

Here are a few places where you can get a high-quality (as in solid) 5-gallon bucket for free:

Wendy’s

Tim Hortons

Dunkin Donuts

Sam’s Club

Chick Fill A.

You can also try Mc Donald’s, Walmart and Subway but these guys are so environmentally conscious that they usually recycle their plastic buckets. It’s worth a try anyway.

Also, you should go for food grade buckets at all times, because you never know what you’ll be storing inside after all, besides your emergency survival kit, alright?

Another important factor to consider is that your bucket is strong enough to withstand pressure and comes with a plastic lid – that’s quite important.

If cruising the multinational corporations proves to be unsuccessful in terms of acquiring free 5-gallon buckets, you can always go for the unthinkable option and buy some from Home Depot, Foodland, McHappy’s, Lowes or FireHouse Subs. A brand new bucket from these guys will cost you anywhere from 2 to 5 bucks, lid included (the lid may cost extra).

These are just a few ideas, so don’t start throwing rocks; I’m only a messenger. If you’re not happy with my tips and tricks, just use your imagination.

If you end up with free but stinky plastic buckets (the ones which were used for storing pickles are the smelliest) don’t worry, they can be cleansed in a jiffy with a solution made of 1 gallon of hot water and 1/3 cup of bleach. The same stuff can be used for cleaning your bathroom by the way, but don’t tell anybody.

Another interesting factoid to consider: the best food-grade buckets are marked with a 2 on the bottom. The number represents the type of plastic used in its construction and 2 is the least toxic variety. However, if you put Mylar bags inside, you can forget about the food grade status of your bucket.

If you’re definitely never going to store food inside the bucket, it doesn’t really matter what you use.

With the “how to choose the ideal-5 gallon bucket for my prepping endeavor”  science taken care of, let’s move on to the most important part of the story.

What to Put in Your 5 Gallon Bucket Survival Kit?

Well, there are various schools of taught about the actual content of a proper emergency kit, but let’s play it safe and follow the golden rule of survival, or the holy trinity.

The trinity of survival goes something like this: regardless of what you’re thinking about, whether it’s an alien invasion or a natural disaster, you’ll have to take care of 3 main things if you want to stay alive and tell the story to your kids, friends, or favorite pets: food, water and shelter, that about sums it up.

With all these simple things considered, your survival emergency kit must be able to provide you with the necessary items/gear/stuff or whatchamacallits for allowing you to eat, drink and stay safe for at least 3 days (the more the better).

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With water being a crucial survival item, you should pack 3-4 water bottles in your survival bucket, along with a quality water filter. The problem with water is that it’s voluminous and heavy to carry around, so you’ll have to figure that out for yourself (I am talking about how many bottles of water to store in your emergency kit depending on your geo-location).

Freeze dried meals are also must-have items in a survival emergency kit, together with a few protein bars, chocolate, and other long shelve life, easy to carry, light, compact, and high-calories foods. A rip stop tarp is essential, as it can be used for a number of purposes, including as a makeshift shelter (a 6×8 would be enough, and grommet holes are a must).

Tip: disguise your 5-gallon bucket survival kit into an Ottoman and hide it in plain view (think along the lines of easy to grab if SHTF).

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These are the most basic items to store inside your 5 gallon bucket survival kit, i.e. food, water and shelter. But there’s plenty of room left, so let’s go a little bit more high tech: a gun would be nice, also a quality survival knife, which is essentially a multi-tool. Being able to protect yourself and your family, especially in a crisis, is crucial. A few extra rounds of ammo wouldn’t hurt either. 

A fire starter kit/BIC lighters, some weatherproof matches, duct tape, a mini multi tool (I’d go for a Leatherman), a whistle, and some wet wipes would be nice to have in any emergency situation I can think of, so keep those in mind too. A compass, an LED lighter with some spare batteries, a couple of N 95 dust masks and a small sliding saw would be also advisable to add to your survival stash.

A shortwave radio is essential in a catastrophe as it gives you the possibility to gather essential intel from local authorities, so throw one in just in case – the smaller the better.

Paracord! Need I say more? Check out my articles about paracord if you have any doubts. 25’x2 would do.

A cool addition for your survival kit would be several 30-gallon trash bags, as they can be used for various purposes, including as a makeshift rain poncho.

A first aid kit is a must, together with some over the counter/prescribed medicine, depending on one’s health condition.

A couple of Mylar thermal blankets would be nice as they’ re awesome if you have to camp outdoors and they take up so little room it really doesn’t matter.

If you still have room left, you can consider split leather gloves, extra batteries (for your radio/flashlight, remember?), glow sticks, safety goggles, a can opener, a sewing kit, a bar of soap and even some toothpaste/toothbrushes.

Another handy item to have in your emergency survival kit provided you have enough room for it would be a solar charger for your cellphone (I’d go for an old-school feature phone with long-lasting battery and all that). You can find those on the Internet (Amazon etc).

A 5 gallon bucket survival kit is a life saving equipment to grab in a crisis situation when panic is the greatest killer.

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