#and i usually take half price but not this time because I'm stupid

[psychedelic-ink]

nothing ruins a day more than someone who commissioned me taking the writing and blocking me from everywhere so they don't have to pay.

[ickadori]

OMG I love you mean reader au, I have a question!!

¿Does the reader ever makes Yuuji jealous on purpose? Maybe with someone they don't see as often because everyone close knows Yuujis girl backs and also bites , so I can see her doing it with maybe someone from Kyoto.

I feel Yuuji is the kind to let it pass or act oblivious cuz he knows I would piss her off but when they are on private he let's her know that playing stupid games lead you to win stupid prices.

Anyways as you can see I'm super super invested in you au, you are an amazing writer❤️

[cws] fem reader. i named the kyoto student ryo. sukuna takes over at the end. anal at the end. overstimulation. half a sprinkle of impact play -> like 2 spanks.

You’re always so dismissive to everyone, especially to those who aren’t in your inner circle. If you don’t interact with them on a daily basis, you couldn’t care less to hear what they have to say, and it’s not an unusual sight to see you rudely walk away mid conversation.

The same could be said for the Kyoto students.

You weren’t friendly with any of them, and had even ended up on bad terms with a few due to your nature. Yuji had been sure he was going to have to intervene in at least five times with the same person in order to keep the peace during their impromptu visit, but to his surprise, to everyone’s surprise, you had been on your best behavior.

You had greeted everyone, albeit with an annoyed ‘hey’ followed by a roll of your eyes, but that was leagues better than what you had done last year! When Todo had intruded on you and Yuji’s conversation, you hadn’t tried to smash Maki’s cursed tool against his head like you usually do, but had rather pursed your lips and excused yourself from the conversation, leaving him to listen to tales about Takada and other nonsensical things.

All in all, the day was going alright. You hadn’t gotten into a heated argument with anyone, nor had he sensed any spikes in cursed energy for the last hour or so that you had been out of his sight. Deciding that he’d just about enough of Todo droning on and on about the feeling of Takada’s hand in his own, Yuji begins to plot his escape.”

“It was a riveting—”

“You heard that?” Yuji cuts Todo off, eyebrows furrowed as he cups his hand to his ear. “I think that’s my girlfriend screaming in agonizing pain—gotta go.” He jogs away, ignoring the call of his name, and snickers to himself as he rounds the corner, one hand slipping into his pocket to retrieve his phone.

Just where are you, he thinks to himself as he scrolls to your contact, a smile breaking out onto his face at the sight of your contact picture. It showcased you giving him an annoyed look, face scrunched up cutely as you had your hand raised, a failed attempt to block your face from the camera. He shoots you a quick text asking where you are, followed by a barrage of heart emojis and kiss emojis, and he stops in front of the vending machine as he waits for your reply, deciding to buy himself and you a drink.

He’s halfway through his soda when you suddenly come rounding the corner, and he smiles as he pockets his phone, only for his smile to falter a bit when he notices that you’re smiling too, at someone that isn’t him—which isn’t a problem in and of itself! Yuji isn’t some crazy jealous guy, but it’s weird to see you look so… jolly. Who are you talking to?

A second person comes around the corner, and his face sours as he recognizes it as Kyoto’s newest 3rd year, Ryo. Yuji tries to be friendly with everyone, but he written the man off from the moment he saw him, not liking the way his eyes had raked you up and down while you had standing right beside Yuji—what was he, blind? It had been so obvious the two of you were together, what with the way Yuji had been trying to fuse your mouths together.

“Yuji,” you call, eyes crinkling as you grab ahold of Ryo’s wrist and pulls him over. Yuji takes another sip of his soda, cursing to himself when he feels Sukuna start to stir inside him. “You remember Ryo, right?”

It’s a tease—he knows it is. He had spent the better half of an hour that day complaining to you about him, while Sukuna had laughed and suggested he ‘pluck his fucking eyes out next time, brat, problem solved’, which he would never do, obviously, but the idea was a bit enticing…especially now, as Yuji is forced to watch the way Ryo takes in your ass when you stretch up to place a kiss on his cheek while you take your drink from his hand.

“He says he’s been thinking about transferring here, right?” You direct your attention to Ryo as you spin around, his eyes darting up to your face, and Yuji can’t keep his clear annoyance off his face.

“Right. I’m really liking the vibe here for some reason.” He grins, and Yuji nearly drags you away in response.

“Hm. Wonder why that is?” You giggle, fucking giggle, and an anger that’s part his own and part his curse’s begins to fester in his gut. Yuji sees the two of you stiffen, no doubt due to Sukuna’s sudden spike in energy, and he gathers the back of your shirt in his hand, the veins along the back of his hand protruding as he tugs you back into him. “Y… Yuji?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” His chin hovers over your shoulder as he stares Ryo down, and something must show in his eyes then, because Ryo is flinching back and stuttering over his words as he takes slow steps back. “Did you want Sukuna?”

“No.” You hastily reply, and the bottle in your hand crinkles as your grip on it tightens.

“‘S that because you think I’m gonna go easy on you?”

“…”

“Because I’m not.”

~

The unmistakable ‘plap plap’ of Yuji’s hips snapping into your own is loud in the confined space, and you lift a shaky hand, intending on using it to push at his stomach. It’s snatched and pushed down against your chest before you can even fully raise it, and your mouth opens on a silent cry when he slams his cock into you.

“Yu—!”

He grunts, the hand that had been holding him above you moving to cover your mouth, leaving him no choice but to crush you with his weight. “Don’t -shit- call my name.” He rasps, beads of sweat rolling down the slope of his nose just as he rolls his hips into your, pelvis grinding down against your clit with every movement.

You’re sensitive, sore, and every touch, every stroke, sends a pleasurable pain zapping through your body. You don’t know how many times you’ve come, or how long it’s been since Yuji practically dragged you into a supply closet and got you down on your back, with Sukuna goading him on the entire time.

‘You gonna finally put her in her place, brat?’

‘Y’know she’s gonna do it again unless you punish her.’

‘Look how she was smiling. She did it on purpose. You’re too soft on her - let me deal with it.’

‘What’re you doing, idiot? Get your mouth off her cunt. Is this a fucking reward or a punishment?’

‘Slap her around—shut up, girl. Do it. She likes it, see? Look at the mess she’s making on our cock.’

A particularly hard thrust has your eyes rolling and your toes curling in your loafers, and your mouth falls open when he brushes against that spot, eyebrows pulling together as a fresh bout of tears spring to your eyes.

“You crying now?” Sukuna snarks, and Yuji falters, his eyes popping open from where they had been squeezed shut to look at your face. “Don’t fucking stop, she’s fine, she’s—”

“Yuji.”

“Sweet girl,” he answers, hands moving to cup the sides of your face. “Don’t cry - are you sensitive?” You weakly nod, cunt fluttering as he runs his nose along your cheek. “Do you want me to be softer? Just tell…” Yuji goes slack against you, and your eyes widen, hands moving to push at his shoulders, only for them to tense under your grip as a low laugh leaves him.

“Sukuna,” it comes out in a pitiful whine, and you wince at the slow drag of his cock along your walls as he pulls out, thick shaft sliding up between your folds as he bumps the head against your clit.

“It’s been a while,” his head pulls back, allowing you to see the grin stretched across his face, and you drop your gaze as you keep your mouth, earning another laugh. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared.” His touch is rough as he grips at your sides, nails biting into your skin, and you gasp when he’s suddenly flipping you over, one hand leaving your waist to smack at your ass. “Do it how I like it.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you shuffle so you’re up on your knees, butt lifted into the air while your chest is flush to the floor. Sukuna smacks you again, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, and you can’t help the moan that slips out when he spreads you open, his hips jutting forward so he can rut his cock against your cunt, a jolt racing up your spine when he goes over your clit.

“Ah, poor pussy is sensitive, yeah?” His tone is mocking, but you nod nonetheless. “Hm.” He pops the tip into your hole, fucking it in just a bit before pulling it back out to continue what he was doing. “Guess we’ve gotta pick another hole then, don’t we?”

“Suku—ah!” His hand reaches underneath you to deliver a swift slap to your cunt, fingers catching your clit, and you let out a pitiful little whimper.

“Quiet.” He spreads you open further, and a shaky breath leaves you when a glob of split lands on your puckered hole, his thumb spreading the wetness around before slowly pushing it in. “Only the good little girls get to speak.”

His cockhead replaces his thumb, and your breath comes out in pants as he eases himself in, stretching you impossibly wide as he forces himself to fit.

“I hope you’re watching, brat — no worries if you aren’t, I don’t mind repeating the lesson later.”

[meowpupp]

This is probably a bit more self indulgent, but imagine if owner!Price decides if pup!Kyle is trained well enough to be a good boy, he trusts that he can leave him with puppy!reader

Kyle and her having the whole day to just themselves, imagine her just wandering around the couch to find the other hybrid laying on the bed just staring her like he wants to eat her <3

Being the ever so kinder one of the two, willingly spreads her legs for him, and he treats her nicely for once leaving her surprised 🥰

Other self indulgent ideas,, Hybrid pup!Kyle would probably scare off all the other hybrids from trying to sniff her sweet scent or even nip at her tail— Can’t have such a sweet thing ruined by some other mutts (Price probably trained him well for that too)

I LOVE this whole ask, but I want to focus on the second half because it's just so AHHHHGG

tw://hybrid smut, breif mention of noncon (1 sentence abt grinding), knotting, CHUBBY READER PER USUAL, unedited 😭😭

price who knows you're a pretty girl. he takes pride in it, making sure both you and gaz are well taken care of. you're precious, and he treats you as such.

but price isn't stupid either. he knows that when dumb street mutts pick up on your sweet scent, they cant help but drool and pull at their leashes. it's partly not their fault, a pretty young thing like you? prime age to carry a pup or two of your own? he has to keep you on a tight leash, or else you might just be bred by some big, mean mutt at the dog park.

everytime he takes you out, let's you off leash, you always end up being bullied. other dog hybrids twice you size nipping your tail, your ears. they push you to the ground, grinding their tents against you. they can't help it! your fat hips are perfect for breeding, and the short skirts price has you in are all too easy to push up.

half the time you come back from the park frazzled and overwhelmed. poor cunt all slick n wet as your body craves to be fucked. those are the times price lets you ride your toys. the fake knot is your only relief, even if the silicone isn't nearly as thick and long as price.

but then kyle comes along. a mean looking hybrid. he's tall, broad and lean. he was born to guard and protect, which was awfully convient for price.

the other pup is practically stuck to your side. like a bodyguard, he's never out of sight. once glance from him and most other hybrids scamper. he rarely has to get aggressive, but when he does, it's downright terrifying.

kyle flares up, shoulders taught, teeth grit. he can't help the deep growl that ripples from his chest. he pushes you behind him, and if Price wasn't there to call him off, he'd rip the other mutt apart.

but it doesn't stop there. the whole day he's on edge. he can't help it, his entire world is you. you're his mate, his pup, his girl. and the thought of someone else shoving their cocks into your tight cunt, fucking you full? it makes him feral.

price has found that there's only one way to help calm kyle down. letting him fuck his cum deep in your woumb. the pup practically snarling and growling into your neck, fingerprints leaving marks on your hips as he practically muals your neck. he can't help but knott you, pumping you full with so much cum is practically makes your tummy bloat.

marking you his. ensuring no other mutt even glances your way.

taglist! (I'm sorry I forget to do this all the time) @titaniasfairy @notalwaysa (?)

[lunarw0rks]

hi hiii, I hope ur having a good day<3 I'm rewatching 365 days rn and I was wondering if you could do 141 + graves and Alejandro watching it with us? nsfw would be amazing but it's completely up to you, this is really random im sorry 😭 i just thought of it out of nowhere, and no rush ofc<3

Have a nice day/night/afternoon<3

A/N: If you can't tell I hate this movie. I fell asleep not even halfway through when I watched it. BUT IT'S AN ENTERTAINING REQUEST, SO ENJOY<3

Summary: How they would react to watching 365 Days with you.

Warning(s): suggestive content/language (18+), established relationship, GN!Reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.5k

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ 141 MASTERLIST // have a request? ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

365 Days | 141 Headcanons (+ Ale/Graves)

Price

As much as he loved movie nights with you, sometimes he had to join late. Though you insisted that you would wait on him to start it, that you wanted to start from the beginning—he put his foot down. He can come back, halfway through the movie, guess what’s going on, and still enjoy it with you, right? At least, that was his logic.

Tonight was playing out like usual; dinner finished, and he had some paperwork that needed tending to first. So, you’re sat on the sofa, already several minutes through this… questionable movie. Why you had chosen it, you weren’t sure, but it was something to keep you entertained.

He strolled into the living room, a heavy groan when he was finally able to relax. ❝What are you watching, Sweetheart?❞ John’s arm found its way to the back of the couch, a not-so-subtle way to wrap his arm around you. ❝Oh, they’re on a boat. Is this some sort of adventure—❞

❝Oh.❞

As good as he was at keeping his composure, the sudden cut to the explicit boat scene, stunned him to near silence. It was quite humorous, the mortified look on his face as you sat there watching it nonchalantly. But the scene continued, cut-to-cut, at least two minutes of the smutty montage.

❝Are you trying to tell me something?❞ He asks with a stern look, dripping with playfulness, though he found the movie downright unrealistic and cringe-worthy; not at all how he views romance or sex. He’d kidnapped her, tried to make her infatuated, seduced her… he found it downright strange. It definitely didn’t get him in the mood, he spent most of it with a look of contempt on his face—unless he was staring at you.

Simon

He would always let you pick the movies, no matter what. There was no arguing, no bickering over action v. romance, he truly didn’t mind. Movie night often started with Simon silently handing you the remote, eyes glaring until you give up on being polite and just pick the damn film.

You clicked on the Netflix icon, scrolling through the array of films you two hadn’t watched yet. Finally, you hovered over an… interesting choice. One you had seen talked about across social media since its release. Surely, it’ll at least be amusing, right? Even if it's awful?

❝Looks stupid.❞ The intro to the film began to play, his broodiness ever-persistent. But you could take what he dished out because no matter how tough he acted, he cherished evenings like these—no matter what you picked to watch. Throughout the film, he maintained that same stillness he always did; legs spread with one hand in his lap, the other draped over the back of the couch, even during the most heated of scenes.

There were plenty of those, for sure. ❝Can’t believe I’m watchin’ this shit…❞ He grumbled, but was he going to shut it off? Nope. The longer it played, your flushed expression would amuse him—whether it was because you were embarrassed by all the explicit scenes, or because the movie was simply p^rn with little plot. Either way, he spent more time with his eyes on you than the screen. If he did feel himself start getting heated, he’s not going to outright ask, either. He’d rather suffer for an hour and a half, and tease you about the film choice, something might happen ;)

Soap

It wasn’t that you were hiding the fact that you picked this movie, but you didn’t exactly want it to be one you watched together. Your fingers were practically crossed under the blanket, hoping he would at least walk in during one of the semi-normal scenes.

His voice startled you because he had come in so suddenly, and of course during one of the many explicit scenes the movie was littered with. ❝Steamin’ Jesus, bonnie, if you wanted to watch p^rn I could’ve sent you some.❞ His arms crossed over his chest as he watched the screen, but his look was one of awe. Why the hell were you watching this? But most of all, why was he standing here doing the same? You had no doubts about what he said, either. He probably would if you were desperate enough, and it wasn’t exactly a secret how much of a dirty mind he had.

His weight settled on the couch next to you, in the typical cuddling position he put you in during movie night; forcing your head into his lap or against his heart. To this day you’re convinced he only does this so you’ll play with his hair if you were being honest. ❝Didn’t know you liked movies like this…❞ Soap was only trying to be casual, to act nonchalant about what was on screen. But, his mind did wander—doing what he always did when he watched things like that; imagining you in it.

(Let’s just say… he had to do that thing where guys readjust themselves, shifting their hips against the cushion…)

Gaz

Strangely enough, he probably saw the memes about it and decided to give it a try on movie night. So, he got all the favorite snacks, drinks, and most of all you—huddled next to him under layers of blankets. He was expecting something like Fifty Shades—how the both of you spent the entire time cracking jokes and giggling at the outlandish nature of it—or at least, he did. This movie made Fifty Shades look like nothing.

He flashed a side-eye, one to see your expression during such a movie. Explicit scenes; whatever. But this? It was… unsavory for him.

If you wanted to finish it, so be it, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be there. Gaz just found sex scenes like this (overly aggressive/no plot-driving ones) obnoxious. “You sure you want to finish this, babe? I’d rather watch Gray Shades, or whatever the hell it was called, again.” He sounded uncomfortable as if he was watching the scene with his parents looking over his shoulder.

But then again, some of the acting was like a car wreck—so horrific you couldn’t tear your eyes from it. ❝I could beat his ass.❞ Gaz eventually resorted to fierce disdain for the male protagonist about halfway through the film, sizing him up through the screen. Partially to make you laugh, partially because he disliked the character so much, and the film itself. It was humorous for you to watch, to say the least.

Alejandro

Alejandro wouldn’t have chosen the movie. He prefers older movies, nostalgic films, and classic romance movies with plots, not… that. But you wanted to watch it, so he gave it a shot. All else fails, he’ll fall asleep beside you until it’s over, and then get to pick something better once the credits roll. 

That’s exactly what happened; him snoring beside you from sheer boredom. Unbeknownst to him, he’d fallen asleep before any of the action happened, so he was in for a literally rude awakening. An awakening you were itching for, to say the least. His head perked up, eyes adjusting to the light from the screen. As usual, he had to wake up from his power nap at the absolute worst moment.

❝They’ve been going this whole time, Mi Amor?❞ Alejandro groans, brows in their natural state—furrowed and focused.

Though it's unfortunate that he wasn’t wrong. The scenes were one after the other, and they barely held weight with the plot. You expected him to be more grumbly about it, hell, even judgmental towards the male character’s form or something. But he merely snickered, eyes turning to yours, ❝I’m nicer to you than that, que no?❞ He says while the female protagonist is being intimidated by her captor, unrealistically aroused while it’s happening. He was, managing to both satisfy you and keep you on your toes simultaneously.

Graves

Graves doesn’t watch movies with you often, both because of his workload, and because he doesn’t sit still long enough to do so. He spends most of his time standing behind the sofa, making snide comments towards something that’s inaccurate in the film, or what a character should’ve done. Tonight, he hadn’t been seen at all, despite knowing you were watching something.

You expected it when you read the description of the movie, it’s sexual nature. You knew he would stroll into the living room at the absolute worst moment. That’s exactly what happened, and it made your eyes roll the second you heard the small chuckle from behind your head. ❝Christ, Sweetheart, you could’ve just asked.❞ Indeed, he had his arms folded across his chest, lips formed into a slight smirk when you turned your head. His smugness was like a parasite—latched and hard to get rid of.

Graves was surprisingly quiet in the moments following, watching the movie in a nonchalant stance. By the shake of his head, you could tell he was going to begin his routine of constant commentary, constant knit-picking. ❝She supposed to be a captive, or somethin’? Should’ve gone that way instead. Now look at her.❞ A smug sneer returned when he sensed your embarrassment as he commented on the explicit scene playing out. It was entertaining for him, to say the least—and it wouldn't be the last you’d hear of it, surely.

[darksxder]

Oh darling, I'm super excited for your event! ❤ If I may go ahead and drop a headcanon request: What would it be like to go to the beach with Price (CoD)?

ILY! ‼️❤️thank you for being the first to send in a prompt!! and i love this big burly man so bad help <3

pre-beach

this man is someone who rarely gets leave, and someone who rarely ever takes it either when it’s offered (he is forced to take it lmao)

i think john is so ingrained in a system that strains his own morals so bad that he doesn’t like to be out of it much.

once you have such a taste for blood, the usual comfort of life have a certain tinge to it

i think you would have mentioned it mid mission. in a gasp, swiping dust from your eyes onto to squint at the sun. half delirious and dehydrated “ever been to the beach, captain?”

and he smiles softly. looking perfectly content in all black with the sun beating down on you all. “why?”

it’s said with a soft drawl that has your heart flipping and hands sweating.

“uhh i don’t know. just wondering. thought maybe a team date at the beach would help with bonding?” and you say it like a question, the confidence that you had to line up a shot or take a man down to the ground with a jump and the force of your legs, never quite correlated with talking to price (it never would)

and like you did in early training runs and drills, and under the scream and spittle of your many older male superiors, you dropped it. gave it up. “you know- forget it-“ you start but his deep british lilt had your words fracturing into silence.

“sounds like a good plan. you have quite the knack for team bonding.” he teased

your body flushed with heat, a thousand times the sun deep in the balm of the desert around you. it was a joke. you had never been subtle about the lack of connection you felt between your teammates and many games that usually started with ‘what’s your favourite colour’ were not uncommon to be lead by you

and you forgot about it. not really. but truly you had thought it a joke. him agreeing.

but when you were laying across your couch on leave, bored as all hell, mind buzzing, lower lip worrying between your teeth, he called you.

called you for the first time ever. his voice awash in your ears, a thousand times more pleasant than the ocean as he told you to “get your swim suit private and head down to the blum in’ beach.”

the beach trip

this man immediately complimenting you. even if you’re wearing a cover up. or your clothes are completely on over your bathing suit

with his uncannily good instincts he notices how you can’t even look at his eyes, even avoiding him entirely. facing the side of sand beside him as you spoke.

it was hard not to. he was in simple black swim trunks, all the broad shoulders, muscled and soft curves was ripe to your sight

and he was smirking at you. his stupid bucket hat still on, but now finally matching the setting around him

his hands on his hips instead of on the neck of his vest like you were used to when he was looking over you

you have to chase this man down to put sunscreen on him (we have seen the lovely amount of freckles ofc)

100% picks you up and puts you deeper in the water when you refuse to go past the water sloshing at your hip bones. no matter your sharp gasp and grip, he will dunk you at least once

absolutely is down for any sport on the beach okay- football, ultimate frisbee, a plain game of catch, everything. but especially beach volleyball

and because gaz is a snitch this man knows you played in high school, so he offers you first serve to “see your moves” and “how you set the pace, love”

it’s canon you absolutely obliterate him on every round. every. single. one. and you’re so humble about it

meanwhile soap is losing it, literally slapping at your shoulder and treating you like a god when you spike another hit directly on their space of sand. his scottish yells drowning your ears

and every new round, when you hand price ‘his ass to him ‘- he gets hotter. from exertion or something else, he will never tell

1000% is the person to tell you to ‘c’mere’ then quickly rub some sunscreen on the bridge of your nose and the soft highs of your cheekbones

he spends the entire time holding his breath instinctually. his lungs strained when he saw your features up so close. he counted every scar and mark, every dip in your smile and the butterflies that bloomed from your soft exhale of warm breath on the inside of his wrist, as the pads of his thumbs trace along the seam of your cheeks

you end up staying till sunset

he brings a cooler with his own ‘prissy beer’ as gaz says. but you make him drink many fun coloured sweet drinks that would be characterized as alcoholic popsicles. all of them in chimed glass bottles and unnaturally bright colours (he downs five)

price loves how your filter dissolved with the alcohol and that you apologized for everything, even if it was just walking alongside them

hours later he spends at home, wondering why he can’t stop thinking of you. the burning image of sand slipping past your fingers, the wind carrying tiny grains along your stretched leg, a soft and true smile carved on your face. every part i grace in his chest. it was a small smile. but private, almost secret, sincere. it made his heart flip and ache. both at once, always the case with you

places you in shade and makes you drink water and rest when you almost get heat exhaustion and get all cranky and weak :,)

brought a nice fluffy towel but shared your barbie one ‘for the principle’

saw you laying in the sun and thought you were tanning, but soap was kind enough to point out “nah she’s just not used to feeling the sun. you know, with her hermit habits..” that got him a kick to the shin and a rumbling chuckle from price that had your eyelashes fluttering along with your stomach

you guys building a sand castle because you strayed from the group and found him in his and i quote “old man time”. smoking a cigar perched on a beach chair, a ripe sunburn on his chest that had you sighing and wincing at once. hands itching to take out some aloe and help ease the burn, but he didn’t even flinch

he just sees you drop off your stuff and head to the shallows with a tiny orange bucket and he just kinda follows you. watches for a moment before he feels pulled to trudge through the warm sand towards you

at first only making short and direct comments on your sandcastle architecture whilst taking puffs of his cigar

loving the burn of sweetness in his chest it gave him. it was nearly the same feeling when you laughed mid recom mission in the Arctic. it had been the first time he ever heard you truly laugh. he never forgot it. the hue. the pitch. he remembered he stopped shaking, as if his brain was in too much shock at the beauty of the sound to realize he was freezing. as in that moment he had never felt so warm in his life.

but after you huff and tell him to ‘do it himself’ he folds and basically throws the stub out (you make him throw it out properly after istg) and this 37 year old, 6’2 unit, gets on his bad knees to help you form the damp sand monstrosity

and after a genuine hour of hushed focus and teamwork

“looks like an evil dwelling.” you say it seriously. your hand poised on your chin, eyes catching ever smoothed edge and exaggerated curve and dip on the soft structure

prices lips twitched. “that right?”

“mhm.”

and he took a minute. fingers drawing a moat along the side of the castle that had your teeth biting into your lower lip slightly. “why work so hard on something just for it to wash away?” he asked, eyes on the separating sand drawn from his touch

it’s not about the sand castle. you know that. but this was surely something you should be asking instead and having him reassure you about

“was the work purposeful?” your voice as strong as the setting sun behind you

he nodded. his eyes a bright blue in the bright peach rays of the setting sun. the light catching onto strands of his beard, and framing his mouth in gold

then maybe it washing away was apart of the job. the end of it. we just didn’t know it.”

and he holds your gaze, noting the glaze in your eyes. the sheen.

sometimes he forgot how young you were. but with your hands next to his and covered in sand, knees knocked and pricked with bruises, hair up and secured with a scarf, you looked painfully young.

too young to know the pain of all your hard work washing away. again and again.

and he’s speaking before he’s even thinking

“i’d build a thousand sand castles with you.” he rasped.

you smiled, bright and beautiful. unrestrained. “yeah?”

“mhm.” he mocked.

and you shuffled closer, just a little scoot of your knees in but it has his breath catching hard

“and i’d wait for them to wash away. and truly only be excited, because we could start anew.”

[mrs-santoss]

As Long As You're Okay - Neymar Imagine

Summary: Hiii :) Love ur blog. Can u do a imagine where u wreck Neymars new car and ure scared to tell him. Can u make it where Ney is very sweet and understandable and it ends in fluff. It literally happened to me today lol. Kissess xoxo Author's Note: Hi, love. I hope your accident wasn't anything too serious. Thank you for the kind words, lots of love from me. :)

Neymar bought a new car a week ago. He was thinking of purchasing it for so long now. He got a Lamborghini Urus S in his favorite color and he's very excited to drive it. I, myself, drive a Range Rover mini Evoque. It's not as big as Ney's new car, but it's still a SUV. I had to run some errands today while Neymar was still asleep. It's Saturday, so usually Neymar sleeps in late since he doesn't have training. I got out of the shower and did my hair and makeup in the bathroom. After I did so, I went to my closet in the bedroom where Ney was sleeping to get something to wear. I had my back turned to Neymar and I go through my clothes. I'm only in my underwear. "Hey there, sexy ass" he says in a sleepy voice catching me by surprise. "Hey there, amor. I'm sorry, did I wake you up?" I turn to face him and jump on the bed to kiss him. "Kind of, but It's okay, I love the view." he says back to me. "I have to run some errands today, I will be back in 2 hours or less. Can you hang out by yourself until then, amor?" I ask him while laying my head on his chest. "Sure, I'll probably fall back asleep after you leave. Hey, why don't you take the new car?" he asks me with excitement. "Uhh, I don't know, bebê. It's a brand new car, I'm scared of ruining it. I'll just take my car." I ask back to him and return to the closet pulling out a sports wear set and a sweatshirt to throw over the shirt, just in case. "No, bebê. You're a great driver, you can take it, it's okay." he asks back to me, finally convincing me. "Okay, then. Thank you, amor! Love you, go back to sleep!" I give him a kiss on the lips, grab my purse and the car keys and leave. "I love you too, amor" _________________________________________________ I had to stop by the pharmacy to pick up some things and go shopping for some bed sheets. After I was done with the pharmacy, I made my way to Anthropologie for the bed sheets. The car is amazing. The interior is very chic and modern. I drove Neymar's cars before, but usually, he's the one who drives when we're together. I park the car and head out to the store. I spend half an hour there before I make my way back to the car. I put everything in the trunk and get ready to leave. As soon as I make my way out of the parking lot, I meet a small intersection. All of a sudden, a car comes from the other way at full speed making a turn at the same time a do. I try my best to swerve the car on the other direction to avoid a fatal hit. I turn my steering wheel towards a pole and I crash into it with my side of the car. The other car just honks and leaves. This is not a very busy road, so he must've thought the same because he was going at full speed in such a dangerous road. He was stupid. What the fuck. I start to panic. I was okay physically, but the only thing in my mind was Neymar. Shit. Fuck. I should've taken my fucking car. How do I let him know about this? I can't call him. But, I have too. Maybe, I can fix it and not let him know. I can't do that. FUCK. I began to cry out of frustration and anxiety. The thing that was bothering me the most was the fact that Ney trusted me with this car, I should've been more cautious. I should've been more careful, maybe paid more attention. I move the car to a more safe place and grab my phone to call my boyfriend. It was time. I hate it when I have to disappoint him. I didn't even care about the price of fixing it, I would work double shifts and pay it, It was all about Neymar. I dial his number and he picks up after a few rings. "Hey, bebê. Where are you? Are you done already?" he asks immediately. I don't know why I began to cry hard and a sob came out. "Ney..." I can't talk, I don't wanna sound weak, but I can't talk without crying. "Y/N? Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks me, now in a worried tone. "Ney, I'm sorry, bebê. But..." I speak to him in a barely understandable voice.

"Y/N, why are you crying? Please, talk to me, meu amor. You're driving me crazy" he asks slightly raising his voice at me. Probably, because of his panic mode not because he wants to yell at me. At least for now. "I was on my way home and.... I didn't see him... or he didn't see me I don't know... And I tried to avoid crashing into him.... and I...." I couldn't even finish before Neymar spoke up. "WHAT?! Y/N are you okay? Where are you?!" he's practically screaming at me now. "I swerved the car and crashed into a pole. I'm okay, but the car is wrecked on my side. I'm so sorry, Ney. I tried my best to be careful, I'm so sorry." I finally confess to him, still crying. "Bebê? Y/N? Amor, it's okay, fuck the car. I'm not mad AT ALL. Do you hear me? Amor, can you tell me your location please?" he asks, now in a calm tone, he can tell that I'm scared of what his reaction will be. "I will fix it, I promise. I will send it in today and make it look as new. I promise, Ney. I know, I should've been more careful." I say back to him, I want to let him know I'm extremely sorry. He works hard for his money, he deserves everything he has and here's me, ruining his possessions. "Y/N, calm down, meu amor. Can you PLEASEEE let me know your location? I want to be there, bebê." he asks, I can hear shuffling in the background, I think he's getting in the car to come to me. I give him my location and hang up waiting for him to come. I want to get out of the car and see the mess I've done. The more I look at it the more sad I get. I know Neymar is able to afford this car, but that doesn't mean I should take advantage of that. That's what I'm scared he will think because of this. Neymar arrives with my car and parks it in front of me. As soon as he parks he immediately gets out of the car and runs to my door. He opens the door and takes a look at me examining me. He didn't even glance at the damaged spot. He looked very worried. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asks while still looking at me, pulling my hair behind my ear looking at my face. All of a sudden his eyes widen." Oh, my god, you're hurt, Y/N. Did you not notice this? I was confused. I wasn't in any pain. Maybe I still have a rush of adrenaline going through me, that's why I didn't notice it. But, I felt okay. I had a scratch on my temple, it was bleeding. "No, Ney. I'm okay, It's just a scratch, bebê. It must of happened when I hit the brake. I promise, I'm okay." I say to him, he's not convinced by my words at all. He grabs my hands and helps me step outside of the car. He presses me against the car and takes a longer look at it. He still hasn't looked at the mess. I decided to speak up. "Ney, did you see the mess?" I ask in a low tone. "I think we should go to the hospital. This could be serious. Do you feel dizzy or anything?" he asks, completely ignoring my question. "Ney? I'm sorry, I will fix it, I promise." I say to him, bringing back the question. "Meu amor, fuck the car. Do you hear me? You could've been seriously hurt. This could've been fatal if you didn't react this way. I know what you're thinking, but trust me, I don't have the tiniest thought of blaming you. I know you don't want to cause me any damage, but I truly believe I was blessed today. You're here next to me." he says all this quickly with his hands on my cheeks, kissing my forehead repeatedly.

We press our foreheads against each other. "Are you sure you're okay, Y/N? Please don't lie to me." "I'm okay, Ney. I promise." "I love you so fucking much. I've never been more scared in my life than the moment you called me crying about the crash." "I'm sorry. I love you too, amor. I fucking love you too."

[konigsblog]

I really love reading your character analysis posts and wondered if you would write one for Gaz? He is my ultimate favorite boy and I want to get your perspective on his personality so maybe I can get a good idea when creating content. He is SO unappreciated in the fandom! Half of the time when people write for 141 they exclude him and replace with Konig or Alejandro!

my personal gaz analysis. - kind of struggled with how i analyse his character, but i feel this is something like it :) hopefully it makes sense, not too sure whether im 100% on this though.

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i view gaz to be someone who takes his job somewhat seriously... he's a very talented and skillful man, a hardened soldier that doesn't like too much criticism. i feel like his ego is boosted due to being a very skilled soldier; perhaps he'll get offended or annoyed at anyone who brings up flaws, which he believe he has very little of them. like könig, he doesn't enjoy criticism. being told that he's too lean and should try get more muscle like johnny gets on his nerves, he doesn't like being told what to do and usually wouldn't ask for help unless it's a life or death situation, because he overworks himself and believes he should know and understand whatever it is he's struggling with.

due to this, he's a genius. of course he doesn't know everything, but he spends time educating himself so he can either teach someone or do something independently. he likes being the one to teach, as it makes him feel like he's helping someone. gaz enjoys helping people, like i said before, it boosts his ego; able to support his teammates in every situation. sometimes he overexercises himself, distracted with the music blarring in his ears as he continues to exercise.

gaz is a very chatty person, maybe not as much as john, but he always knows how to lift someone's mood, always. he can make someone laugh or smile with just a few words, seeing someone smile makes him laugh 'til you're both in giggling fits. definitely enjoys inside jokes as it's a personal thing that people can joke about without explaining. loves, LOVES cracking jokes at stupid times, not depressing or terrifying moments, or maybe he will just to lift the energy and see people chuckle quietly. you can see this when price and gaz are on a mission and he cracks some jokes every now and then.

i don't really have a lot to say about gaz, but another thing i feel i should mention as that he wasn't originally going to be apart of the military. i don't know why, but i can see him being intrested in being a doctor, wanted to go to medical school before falling for the propaganda and joining the military. met some very cool people there, his friends, and has no regrets. although at first, he hated it. his superiors pushed him because they knew he'd do well, and he didn't believe this was made for him, 'til he realised how talented he was that he passed selection with full marks, which made him slighty cocky about how good he was.

also, im not saying gaz is too lean. but he's the smallest out of the 141, so i'm assuming that some soldiers would compare him to others.

[yeyinde]

Hi!! I was wondering if you would give us a sneak peek into your WIPs? Like, what's next? What can we be excited about? :)

Hiya!!

Um! I'm currently working on a few fics for Jacob and John Seed (far cry 5), the Penguin, John Wick, Price, and the final chapter of Fever!

I'm mostly working on the Jacob (and John—man is down so bad canonically, it makes him look stupid. And sadistically unhinged) fics atm.

But I'll have a Price + Jealousy fic (I'd say drabble but it's, like, 4,9k) posted when I finish editing it. Maybe today? Or as soon as my cup of Lapsang Souchong is finished brewing.

(some Ozzie, and Jacob and John under the cut.)

Jacob Seed x Dep

It starts with Eli. With the distrust that festers between them, and you, like a disease that reeks of putrefaction, and cuts like the jagged edges of broken hope scattered across the blood-drenched pavement.  They don't trust you anymore.  You are not a hero— Not since three lines from a song turns you into the incarnation of wrath—the same harsh lines carved into your apoplectic flesh. Into a mindless machine corrupted to kill, to maim. To vivisect without prejudice as to who you're ripping apart, tearing to pieces.  (The blood that soaks your hands is all the same, anyway.) —you are a tool. And maybe it's time to become one, a martyr, before the broken fibres of your murky soul become too entrenched in calamity that you find kinship in the arms of Abaddon before you ever do in the Redeemer.

John Seed x Dep

The seed (pause for laughs), Sharky says, has been planted the moment John set eyes on you.

"He's got it bad," he continues, despite the ferocious glares of disgust being flashed his way. (Or, maybe, in spite of them because if there's anything Sharky likes more than his aunt, it's attention.)

"And you should use that," he adds with decisive nod. "Take one for the team. Then maybe Joseph will stop all this madness, and we can all live in a tense, unease co-existence until the apocalypse doesn't come, and his believers leave him. Then he can kick his sorry ass, pull a coup, and bada-bing, bada-bang: Hope County goes back to normal."

Take one for the team, he says. You've taken a lot for the team. Bullets, knives, bombs, brainwashing, sporadic drugging, and a tattoo carved into your chest by said sadistic sociopath, and now they want you to give yourself to him, too.

You make a gesture—a small jerk of you chin—but then you wonder if there's some truth to that statement, some sort of compromise that will stop the fighting—if only long enough for everyone to regroup, to prepare.

John Seed, huh? The jagged lines etched into your chest burn fury red. You somehow doubt he'll make it that easy. Or painless.

Penguin x Reader

Your eyes skirt to their table once more, pulled in by some macabre sense of curiosity, like looking at a lion in an open safari, and immediately seek him out. 

You don't know why he's the one piques your interest so much. He is far from your usual type—decades older, greying at his temples, scarred up, and grizzled—but there's something about him that pulls you in. 

It rears. That hunger in your guts, the one that says I want, I want, I want, and refuses to yield until it's fed. Until it's satiated. 

But there's a massive difference between stealing expensive perfume at Macy's, shoving luxury Gucci lipstick into your lifted Valentino white bag, and this. A gangster. And the bloody Penguin of all people, too. 

There's stupid, and then there's this—

"Thanks, sweetheart," he rasps when you sidle up, refilling his half-empty glass of water. 

His words are dripping the same grease found in the smarmy grin of snake oil salesmen, and pulsing with his heavy accent. He flashes a grin—all rectangular teeth, some coloured in gold—and it is oiled in that same sycophantic smear as his tone. 

He isn't a handsome man, and from the way he compensates by throwing his power and wealth around, he knows this. There's a vulnerability in him—a sadness that feels out of place in such a grizzled, sleazy gangster—and something inside of you itches to peel back the veneer, the grit and the grime, and find the man hidden behind those walls. 

[ageless-aislynn]

I got this comment on "The Price" (Killer Frost!Caitlin Snow x Hunter Zolomon, The Flash) (suuuuuuuper NSFW) and it just made me all

(In case it's hard to read, it says: "I have no idea who these characters are, but it doesn't matter. This was delightful and I definitely get the gist of the story ;)")

I'm not entirely sure that, in my entire time or writing fic, that I've had anybody who didn't already know the fandom read something of mine.

And I realized this had hit near to something that has made me really insecure about my writing for, oh, 30 years or so. *shrugs in old* Way back when, I sold a handful of stories to a couple of actual print anthologies and magazines. I was over the moon when the first book came out. I could go in a bookstore and pick up a book on the shelf and my (writer's) name was in it!

I was so excited, I bought half a dozen copies, signed them like a fool, and gave them to various friends and family. I knew none of them read what I wrote back then (action fantasy) but I'd read for years about writers who had people tell them, "Oh, I don't read this type of story but I LOVED yours!" At the very least, I thought people would want to check it out (for free) since it was mine. And I signed it! Like a fool!

Most of them gave me their books back. The ONE single comment I got about the story itself has lived in my head ever since: "So when are you going to write something that's good?"

They thought I was essentially writing trash on purpose because it apparently sold for some reason.

My poor little fragile story, written earnestly with love, my very first published piece, was just trash. If that had been true, it would've hurt a lot less. That actually hurt more than the time I was up for an award and had somebody tell me they felt like they had lost IQ points reading my story because that first one came from somebody who actually knew and loved me. But my writing was garbage to them. Something I was (hopefully, in their opinion) just churning out to get a little bit of money.

You know, I don't blame them for that, reading something in a genre you don't like or aren't familiar with often doesn't read like "good" writing. You don't know the lingo or the beats or can see what was well or cleverly done within the usual structure of that genre. Just like a lot of people won't watch vids for fandoms they don't know but if they do, they won't get the references because they don't know the characters, plots and show itself. It's okay. Nothing wrong with that. Also nothing wrong with reading something and legit thinking it sucks, not because you don't know the genre but because you just don't like it.

I just wish that hadn't gotten in my head so young. I eventually stopped trying to sell my fiction, stopped writing completely for 6 years. That fool who thought somebody would want a signed copy of the book she had a story in... She had joy in her writing, even if it wasn't good.

I've struggled to find that joy again and I hate that I can love something I wrote, then a lack of comments or kudos or hits can take me back to that feeling, as the joy drains to embarrassment. "When are you going to write something that's good?" Well, apparently not today.

I always wanted to write, always thought I'd keep trying until I one day would publish a novel, then a second, then onward. I gave up on that idea. Why would anybody pay for a book that nobody even wanted for free, right?

Writing fanfic was my way of still getting to write but lack of engagement makes it hard for me to keep motivated. It's nobody's fault but my own. These stupid insecurities I've carried for so long, that lingering feeling of embarrassment (nothing like signing your bag of garbage and handing it to someone as if they've even want it!)... I don't know how to get rid of them. Or at least to get them out of the way so that I can just enjoy writing again, with no expectations. Just write it and if I like it, then it doesn't matter if it gets no response.

I don't know. If you're still reading this, I wish I had some inspiring ending to put here, so if you struggle with something like this, it would leave you feeling uplifted and inspired.

This whole introspective thing kicked off with that anon comment, so I guess I'll end with this: if you ever wonder if your comment would matter, yes, it does. I don't know if that anon would ever read this post, but I wish they would know that, with that comment, it was like they'd reached back in time to younger!me, standing their holding their stupid book that had been handed back to me for the nth time. It was like somebody said the one thing I was hoping that somebody would:

I don't usually read this but I enjoyed it. It made me feel something. Thanks for sharing it.

Younger!me would've been really happy to hear that. 💖

[wikiangela-fanfics]

The one with groceries and bad coffee

Fandom: 911 Ship: Buddie Words: 1361 Note: So, this is just a silly little ficlet, while I'm kinda having a writing crisis and beginnings of a writer's block rn, and I really don't feel all that creative, so as always, I'm trying to write through it haha Enjoy this fluff before all the delicious angst in tomorrow's episode destroys us all haha 😅❤️

Ao3

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It’s fucking coffee, of all things, that finally does it.

It’s a regular Tuesday morning, they have a day off, Christopher is at school, and Eddie’s on his way to Buck’s place – lately they’ve been spending all their time together, and Eddie’s not complaining. When he gets there, Buck’s not home, which is not a surprise, since he texted Eddie that he’s going grocery shopping, and Eddie should just let himself in. 

He’s there for maybe five minutes, when Buck walks through the door with multiple bags of groceries

“Hey.” a smile automatically pulls at Eddie’s lips at the sight of his best friend, as he walks up to him to take some bags from him. “How much stuff did you buy?”

“Had to stock up, I was out of basically everything.” Buck chuckles, putting the bags on the kitchen island. “Last few times I did groceries, it was with you for your house, so.” he shrugs. It’s true, they usually hang out at Eddie’s place, Buck cooks there, and sleeps there more often than not, and it’s almost perfect – would be, if he was there permanently, preferably in Eddie’s bed and not on the couch. It’s basically Buck’s home, too, at this point – and even though it’s unreasonable, it does sting a little, hearing it referred to as Eddie’s house, because for a long time now, in his head, Eddie’s been thinking of it as their home. Which is just silly, but he can’t help it. 

“Right. This still feels like a lot.” Eddie eyes the bags, as Buck starts to unpack one of them. Without saying anything, Eddie grabs the things, and puts them into the right places, because of course he knows where everything in Buck’s loft goes, which is a perfectly normal thing to know about your best friend’s house.

So that’s what they do for the next few minutes, Buck unpacks things onto the counter, and Eddie finds their right place, while they talk easily about everything and nothing – well, it’s mostly Buck who talks, currently going on an annoyed rant about prices, and Eddie just listens and responds where appropriate – he loves listening to Buck, whatever he talks about, and it’s difficult not to get distracted and just stand there and look at him, instead of putting things away.

Then, Buck gets to the second to last bag, and when Eddie goes to grab the few things he already put on the counter, he stops in his tracks. 

“What- uh, you don’t drink this brand.” he says, looking dumbly at the package of his favorite coffee, which Buck claims tastes disgusting, and always says that it’s an atrocity and an insult to coffee.

“Yeah, it’s fucking awful. I’m pretty sure your taste buds are broken.” Buck laughs. “But you like it, so.” he shrugs, and out of the corner of Eddie’s eye, he can see a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Why did you buy it?” It's a stupid question. But, to be fair, Eddie never complains about the stupidly overpriced coffee Buck always makes at his place, he doesn’t need to drink only one brand.

“So that you can drink your coffee here, obviously.” Buck sounds confused. “I have my coffee at your place, too, it’s no big deal.” he continues to unpack the bag, and Eddie notices a couple more of his and Chris’ favorite snacks, and cereal, some of which Buck likes as well, but wouldn’t normally buy for his apartment, not that much of it, anyway. “You guys are here pretty often, I figured I might as well have some of your favorites.” Buck adds, seeing Eddie stare at all this stuff. 

He’s mostly stuck at the coffee, though. Because Buck bought it specifically for him. As if he wanted Eddie to spend more time here, to feel as at home here as Buck feels at Eddie’s, with half of the pantry stocked up by Buck anyway. He’s never going to drink it, it’s only there for whenever Eddie is over, and he never said he didn’t like Buck’s coffee. 

Eddie’s not sure why he’s making such a big deal out of this, but there’s just something there that he can’t quite put his finger on.

“So, you bought my favorite coffee. And generally my and my son’s favorite things. Just so it’s here.”

“Yeah. It’s no big deal.” Buck chuckles, and Eddie feels his gaze on him. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” Eddie murmurs, still staring at the coffee, his thoughts going a mile a minute. This, buying things he won’t even use most of the time. Going grocery shopping with Eddie all the time. Cooking for Eddie and Chris multiple times a week. Having half of his clothes at Eddie’s place. Co-parenting with Eddie. And, now that Eddie thinks about it, also all the weird, indiscernible looks, touches, and smiles, that Eddie’s been convincing himself he was just imagining. But what if… what if it’s all there? What if it all means something? Something Eddie wants it to mean. 

Something in him snaps. Suddenly, he turns towards Buck and looks him in the eyes. Buck looks confused, and a little nervous, and he’s blushing and looks adorable, and Eddie can’t form words. Instead, his legs take him across the space between him and Buck, as if on auto-pilot.

“What are you-” Buck starts, but then cuts off, and takes a shaky breath, when Eddie invades his personal space, and, still looking Buck in the eyes, slowly leans in, giving Buck all the time to move away. 

He knows he should probably just say something first, they should talk, he should make sure he’s right about this. He can’t find any words, though, all he can think to do is to just kiss Buck breathless. He’s nervous, he feels like he’s looking at this whole scene from outside his body, and wonders what the fuck he’s even thinking. Then, something like understanding flashes across Buck’s face, and he closes the gap between them, joining their lips. It’s delicate, tentative, and unhurried. Eddie wraps his arms around Buck’s neck, and feels Buck’s hands on his hips. It might last seconds, or minutes, or hours, Eddie can’t tell, because time stops, and it’s just him and Buck. It’s a damn perfect first kiss. When he imagined and fantasized about what it would be like, he always assumed he’d freak out over how their relationship would change. But, strangely, he’s overcome with a strange calmness and completeness, as if everything just slotted into place, and it’s as it should have always been.

Eddie can feel when Buck just can’t contain a smile anymore, and starts grinning into the kiss, inevitably breaking it. He leans his forehead against Eddie’s, who also feels a goofy smile on his own face.

“Hi.” Buck whispers. “Gotta say, I did not expect today to go like this.”

“Me neither.” Eddie chuckles, pulling away just enough to look into Buck’s beautiful eyes. “I didn’t plan this, it’s just…” he sighs, feeling his cheeks get hot. The coffee is such a silly trigger for the realization that Buck might love him back.

“How about we finish unpacking all this, because there’s still some stuff that needs to go in the fridge, and then I’ll make coffee, and we can talk about it?” Buck suggests with the happiest smile Eddie’s ever seen on him, and he can’t resist, he leans in for another short kiss.

“Yeah, okay.” he responds into Buck’s lips. Now that he got a taste, he knows he won’t resist kissing him every chance he gets. And it’s a thing he can do now, because it seems like Buck feels the same way, and Eddie thinks that he hasn’t been this happy in a very long time. 

And it all happened thanks to the shitty coffee he likes. It’s so ridiculous, he almost feels like he’s dreaming, and has to pinch himself to make sure it’s real. And it is, and he already knows that he’ll spend the rest of his life bickering with Buck over that stupid brand of coffee, and he can’t imagine anything better.

[gothicvalentine]

I'm so livid right now! I don't normally get this angry but ffs. I'm almost shaking I'm so pissed off.

This is really, really long because I don't do brevity and because background is needed to understand the situation so this is continued under the cut. I'm on mobile though so I really hope it adds a cut. If not, I'll edit my post later when I get on my laptop.

Warning: in addition to being an extremely long post, I mention feeling suicidal so if that might be triggering to anyone, please skip reading this. Thanks!

:read more:

So I don't have water. Haven't for about a year and a half. Because my depression is so bad I'm I haven't been doing self care or housework for years (at least).

Things got so bad I finally decided to file for social security disability in mid March 2021.

We have a local agency here which is a Christian place that ostensibly helps people with things they need. They have a shower for use that I was allowed to use a few times (knowing it's there is great but I still have zero motivation to use it).

With no water, I've been buying gallon jugs of water when I still had some money or with my food stamps. With the price of everything skyrocketing, I've decided spending at least $5 a week on water could be cut to zero or a bit more if they didn't mind if I filled up 2 gallon jugs of water a couple of times a week.

After all, I wasn't using their water to bathe and they'd said another client came in to fill up water jugs so they said I could as well. They were the ones who actually suggested it when they interviewed me last year!

I stopped in last week and they're was only an intern there and she didn't know what to do so she asked someone on the retail side (or whatever--they have an attached thrift shop) since everyone else was in meetings.

I was given the ok and I filled up 2 jugs. I wanted to check this time before I just stopped in, especially since they were so weird about it last time, so I called and they picked up the phone today.

I don't know if this lady was an intern or not but she wanted me to come in for an interview again. I asked if that was an annual thing (because nothing has changed since last year) and she said she didn't think it normally would be, but they're had a lot of staff changes. They'd also like to talk and get to know me "to see if there's anything else they'd be able to help with." Uh huh, sure. You mean you want to try to convert me. 🙄

I was not happy about it and I think this lady could tell but I agreed and I guess their first available is not until next Monday afternoon. Since that's an entire week, I asked if I could at least fill up my water before then and she hemmed and hawed (fuck, I'm really dating myself aren't I?) and essentially said that no, I couldn't.

Her excuse was they they are closed Thursday and Friday and will be very busy the rest of the time and might be in and out of the office. Yeah because filling up a jug of water is going to take 30 minutes. And I'll need to be heavily supervised so I don't rob them blind while I'm filling up the water or something.

I wrote them off last year because I asked for help with some really tall weeds and brush, trees, etc. I don't have the lawn gadgets to take care of this on my own even if I wasn't too depressed to get out of bed to do anything. In addition I have a number of physical issues that make it really hard, if not impossible to do many things. (I think it's probably severe anxiety plus my gastroparesis, but I'm nauseous most days and vomiting some)

The place knew I had no income last year so they didn't ask me to pay them (they said they usually for a contribution) but they asked if I could help them remove the trees and weeds. I told them I would be willing to help if I was able to and felt ok that day. They said they'd need to meet with their volunteers and would get back to me.

Stupid me. I had thought nothing of telling them that I would be losing my home, probably before 2022 since I had no way to continue to pay my mortgage and even if I did, my home requires extensive repairs. Even the city sent a notice saying my roof needed to be repaired. 😳 (they never did that when I lived in Des Moines!)

When they finally called me back, they said they'd talked to their volunteers but the volunteers weren't willing to help me if I wasn't going to be staying in my home. Wtf?!?!

I had told the Christian place that the city had given me a notice that it needed to be done or they'd do it (and it would probably be several hundred minimum for the city to do it, plus you can't just not pay a government agency back--they will legit take your license until it's paid--I checked)

I was so stressed out but luckily I called the city and explained the situation and they haven't taken action against me yet.

I'm still in my home because the mortgage company gave me a forbearance then wrote off the late charges and everything. I was able to make 1 payment (barely) with a little leftover money I had from my LTD policy benefits that ran out in February, but it's ready to go back into foreclosure again next month.

I'm just so, so upset that I have to jump through all these hoops to fill up on a few gallons of water for the week--and because apparently Christians don't care if other people go without water or something. (and before someone @s me: #notallchristians)

Fuck my life.

To make things infinitely worse, I'm a hoarder. With no one to help me. So I don't have motivation to get out of bed or anything, let alone clean and pack . . . a normal house.

My home isn't normal and hasn't been for decades. And my therapist told me I'm stressing her out because I'm having so much trouble doing anything and have no motivation despite knowing if I don't act I'll lose even the stuff I value most.

I had a peer support person who was really nice and said she'd be willing to help, but she quit last week. 😭

I have family who know at least part of my situation but none of them have contacted me in months (and I'm always the one who has to reach out to them).

I stopped reaching out because I know being super depressed and negative is a downer for most (all?) people. Plus, since I'm struggling I don't want people to think that's why I'm reaching out to them.

Of course, I do really need help and it would be great if at least one person in my family was willing to be there for me at this time. (my daughter is helping out some financially where she can, but she's the only one) *fyi I can repay my daughter easily if I get approved for SSDI but if I don't (which I'm terrified will happen--how bad do things have to be? Are my providers even understanding how bad things are? Are they documenting this well?) and I end myself instead, she's the beneficiary of my 75k or so IPERS account.

I'm afraid that my home will foreclose and I won't get my stuff and instead of just giving up on my stuff, that I'll decide I can't go on without my things and try to kill myself again. I don't even think that would be a bad thing.

I'm so tired of constantly suffering. Why do people think it's ok for people to commit suicide if someone is terminally ill, but not for long term severe mental illness? I know mental pain is supposed to be fleeting, that suicidal ideation is supposed to be fleeting. But what if it isn't?

And what if you have a lot of physical pain and mental pain and it's just so unbearable when you feel like no one even cares? If your own family apparently gives zero fucks about you, how in the everloving hell is anyone else supposed to care?!?!?

Sorry for burdening anyone who reads this. I just don't feel like my family cares and my mental health providers are paid to pretend to care and I don't think they really listen or at least understand what I'm trying to tell them. What I keep telling them over and over. I just needed to finally put this out there somewhere.

I was going to post something similar a few months ago, but decided not to because 1) I didn't want to bring anyone down or stress them out and 2) I didn't want to risk a welfare check by the police or something.

I'm not actively suicidal atm (like with a plan and the intent) plus, cops are really bad at de-escalating situations. So bad that suicide by cop has crossed my mind. But I'm white and female so I'm not sure I'd be a sufficient enough threat for that to be a valid option anyway.

[yuuana]

Music Monday #249: ATEEZ - WORK release: May 2024 genre: Kpop cw: surrealism

You may have noticed some Mondays missing. That is because May was a raging shitshow and honestly I'm still trying to recover from last week, but I also fully intend to go back and fill in all the missing Music May posts over the course of however long that takes.

The thing with ATEEZ is, even with this being their tenth EP, they are still able to constantly surprise me with new sounds and styles. WORK is both something new and something that feels like a completely normal evolution of their sound. The solid thump of the drum and bass that makes you want to bounce along, the Latin flavor in the instrumentals, especially the pre-chorus with it's tempo shift, and then that almost Gershwin-y, jazzy clarinet track. Making a focus playlist around WORK made it more obvious both how well it fits in with a lot of their existing discography (Crazy Form, Arriba, and Cyberpunk all came to mind quickly, but in the end the bigger problem was trying to keep the playlist in the sweet spot on length) and how unlike the current BG trends the whole EP is. Which didn't stop me from building a playlist of 85 entries, but it did take awhile and I'll probably keep fiddling with it.

As for the video ... well that's a wild ride all right. I've filed this as a lore MV for now, but it might be stretching things a bit. It wouldn't be the first time we've had an MV in a dreamscape (Illusion anyone?), and between Seonghwa riding an ostrich and Yeosang cuddling a chicken, to say nothing of the money burgers or Money Man, this is a fairly solidly unreal/surreal setting. Meaning if this is lore, it's going to take further releases/stages to contextualize it and fit it into the story. If this is A 'verse dreaming again, well, it's a colorful dream world all right.

That said, between the lyrics themselves and comments from Hongjoong and Mingi, it's hard not to see the whole of Golden Hour Part 1 as being a bit meta - ATEEZ have been working more or less constantly from pre-debut and their usual response to being snubbed or other fandoms' attempts to drag them into stupid controversy has been to double down and work even harder. It's to the point now where every time the guys vow to "work harder to become the ATEEZ that is worthy of ATINY," I half want to reach through the internet, shake San's shoulders, and insist that no, they already are. Add on that Mingi called Siren a diss track (which, I either need a better translation or we need to talk about what he means by "diss track" XD) and an argument could definitely be made that this EP is comment on ATEEZ-the-boyband rather than ATEEZ-our-pirate-heroes.

GOLDEN HOUR Part 1 just released last Friday, positioning it poorly for its first charting week, but it is what it is. It's available now wherever you do your Kpop streaming as well as for physical sale online and in select stores. And by "select" I mean both box stores like Walmart and, if you're lucky enough to have such, local pop ups and Kpop shops.

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[the-firebird69]

A lot of people by buying my bike all over the world and it's because you can't get a spare battery easily and having the option makes it easy and they were doing it before and with my special offer I'm so in tons of bikes. Foldings needed in the sale. They really need the spare battery and they want it bad and they are trying to get these things and having a part of the package is nice and I offered that way now think there's a thing to do is you offer it as an option but less money if you're buying a new bike later on and I agree so the long range battery as a second battery would be an add of $300 instead but $500 spot if you buy it without the bike and you buy it separate. So it's really going to make sales go it's a long range battery and usually about that price and that's why the bites are more expensive. The tire purity and yeah I tried bigger batteries and is the d size or something and it works. Mermaid put that on my long-range bike soon and as something you can buy and bought separately it's called something separately. What a nice idea both of them is giving me this sale is putting me over the top and people will buy the bike and this particular bike only weighs about 65 lb and our friends bike weighs 85 because it's got two batteries and it's built pretty bulky and he's a big boy already and it's time to grow and it started. His arms look bigger but not just in one place it's across the whole upper bicep balance forms a little ball and his and the hulk make an enormous ball that's really weird and he says if he was cut it would look a little different but there's no little teeny ball and we saw it with Dave and immense strength in the same with Will and Bill. He didn't measures left arm which looks even bigger. Who says he is growing cuz I'm just to be bigger and it's right they were 16 and a half but he's losing weight and gaining muscle. Just got a real strange body. We're going to have to help him so he doesn't starve

Bg

That'll be good and then we'll get in shape

Biden

Outstanding finally in that skar will go away pretty quick too I get scars to go in a couple days or 3 days and you're mutant level is about the same and it's in slightly different areas mostly being big. Incredible size and a strength and diameter it is going to be a different time. He's going to be a very big boy. He says I need some money cuz I'm going to actually grow up now and I get that that's my job well didn't do this on purpose I have a job so I'm going to start telling what they should do

Camilla

It says you need milk and stuff but the Prilosec is tough he was doing what he can I am and it becomes free if he does the milk and she hears it that will change hopefully and mine did a big save and got in trouble and we do understand that they had to do it to blame her and we know who it's very hard so yeah you're getting bigger but before it's like a ball now it's like the hulk and he says pretty sure it's normal I'm an older baby and it's probably a year over what you were and you were probably really young

My grandson is great that money making ideas I can't seem to get any to him and he can't get any but my idea is going to work if Garth can do it I can do it. It says he started growing a little and people would probably want to have baby giant over before he grew and they want to test the blood and test the urine get the pictures having to take pictures with Matterhorn and other things before his giant and then when he is and boy is kind of an effect some places he went already and I've seen markers and it's kind of your name in Greece they have the symbol for Zeus where you were. So you want some to reserve a seat and it'll be meant for the highest level dignitary was going to be there that day and night all one day and night of course so obviously that's kind of stupid no that's pretty smart. So Trump tried to go there and this is him and his guys of almost George Clooney and we heard that they had a higher level guy there no so he felt honored and stuff and he ran around saying Zeus it's afterwards and it's crazy so he says yeah one more stop for the busybody is Norway and you have to find out where the legend of Odin began in the same thing where you go eat and he said what the hell is this so he went up there I hear I heard about it and he said this I've never heard anybody to say this crazy stuff but he reserved a seat for you and he heard him saying don't touch the seat but this is how it goes he's sitting in it and then he's saying he's Odin and he's going to have to return and there's a city in Russia... And he's a famous character in Russia and it's not the name Apollo that's his father and so he can is it kratos it says yes and my wife had me make fun of myself thank you very much that's my size lunch box right now and it's huge it's like 14 in by 10 in by 6 in and yeah that's the size so here we go and he's going to go around and save a chair for you and we're going to help him out and help him get there and people will mark it and this is going to be remarkable this is great and she's constantly saying the name now the wrong one it's not crappos it's kratos come on lady he says what team with the only team it's you and I against the world would help our people and us and she says Europe your fake kid no but this is fun not have to put a chair there for me too yeah she's requesting a chair and so they're making one and she's coming behind him and this is going to be awesome she says and it's perfect and it was Hera and the last few sentences and we're getting going right now

Thor Freya

Olympus

[lestappenforever]

How much snow in Oslo are we talking, and how long does it take for them to clear everything? Because I'm in one of the 'warmer' parts of Canada and when we have 'heavy' snowfall (like 1 metre+ or 3+ feet), or if there's like a foot of snow PLUS freezing rain it usually takes a full day or more to clear the roads (if it is snowing continuously)so in those cases unfortunately there's no public transportation and no one is surprised, the buses physically can't get on the roads. But in the past few years I don't remember ever having everything shut down for more than like 2 days (usually 1). Most people on the roads have winter tires, and those who don't are considered risky and low-key stupid.

Basically my point is I feel like some things being interrupted are inevitable with heavy snowfall, but if it is interrupted for too long then I think the city should be better prepared.

See, that’s the thing, anon, it’s not even a metre of snow - hell, it’s not even half a metre, hence why the entire city practically shutting down is absolutely ridiculous. Had it been that much, I wouldn’t have minded public transport shutting down for a few hours, but it’s been chaos all day, and it’s still chaos. And it will continue to be chaos for the rest of the week, most likely.

But the biggest issue is that, time and time again when this happens — which is every year, more than once a year — is that the city admits to not having been well enough prepared, despite having known the snow would come days in advance. And then next time it happens, they will be equally badly prepared.

We've had snow here for a good month already, so it’s not like this development is coming out of nowhere, but the city has made conscious decisions to delay removing the many, many heaps of snow all around the city to better equip the city for more heavy snowfall, and now we're all paying the price for it. Not to mention that the local public transport company here exchanged all their diesel buses for electric ones last year, only to discover the electric ones don’t work in the cold temperature and snowy weather, also doesn’t exactly help. (Honestly, I am all for going more environmentally friendly — but things have to work if you’re going to do it.)

Personally I'm not affected by public transport being absolutely useless as I walk to and from work, and practically everywhere else. But there are so many people here that depend on public transport because they can’t walk everywhere, and the fact that this could have all been avoided had the city just learned something from the countless times we've been in this exact position just makes it all the worse.

[glitchtricks94]

Rambles.txt

I hope everyone realizes that I physically struggle to take a compliment unless I'm in a weird smug mood where I just act stupid to make people laugh. The rest of the time I can't hear nice things about myself without looking like a surprised cat or confused dog. And it kinda makes me sad that I get praise for doing what I thought was the bare minimum of being a half decent friend, which is usually just offering a listening ear, asking questions, and offering affection and care to people that need it. I don't find it fair that me just being myself barebones is worth praise because I don't consider it to be much regarding my actions because to me what I'm doing is so small and literally the only reason why I do it is because I thought that's what everyone should do; just he patient and kind to others. I'm genuinely surprised and even sad that this just isn't a common thig? Or is it common and I'm just stupid? I dunno. I've been told how much it means to people and I'm both flattered and sad, bec8the bare minimum shouldn't be treated so highly, it should literally just be the bare minimum. Empathy and kindness shouldn't have a price or be treated as a godsend. A little bit of kindness and understanding can go miles and that mindset should be the norm. Being kind just for the sake of being kind should be the norm. Patience with others should be the norm. Understanding others should be the norm. Being open minded and willing to listen should be the norm. All of these should be the norm in the world, but blowing everything out and seeing the bigger picture, seeing the lack of empathy and care in the world? It burns. It hurts. I'm just trying to share and do what I think is right, as arrogant as it sounds. I don't know how I got here from this point other than just the feeling of "I'm not doing much, I'm just being nice and being myself." It feels weird just to be told how happy others are around me when I'm literally just happy myself to welcome them into my circle and help them grow and make them smile. It never feels like I'm doing much.

[moisummertime]

This week I've been reflecting a lot, trying to figure out things that I should have been done in the past few weeks. I mean, I appreciate, I feel grateful, and content for whatever things that have happened but there are few things that I def would like to make sure that I learn from what I did. I don't want to feel like Im victim in this situation, it takes two to tango so whatever I do take parts in how things went. 1. Pace. Although it's expected that men take the responsibility of setting the pace, I think it's definitely important that I also take time. There were times where I kinda feel lost in the fast pace and just feeling like I neglect my job, my passions, and everything I do is just super invested in the relation that was built overnight. This is why I need to take time to meditate and take some space from what I feel and how it made me feel. I need to contribute to setting the pace. 2. Distance. One point I kinda feel like it was suffocating but at the same time addicting. Which both also alarming reactions to such situation. Space, so many space def needed. And I think I need to communicate it extra as well. I mean saying no to some offer is good. My people pleasing ass should be more aware of my own need. 3. Clarity. Clarity can be very helpful in defining boundaries. How far I can go, how jealous I can be, I think it's should be done in beginning. Jealousy is very cultural, and as an Indonesian, growing up in a monogamous society. I don't take it very well lol And that much intensity that was built made me forgot that I was not in relationship with anyone. Im a complete single woman and the other party is pretty much a public property as he wanted it to be. It was finally clear and I finally sober. I might exclusively seeing one person but it's not always same case for another person before you make it clear ;) 4. Community. One thing that Im very much lacking of here is community. Most of friends I got usually just traveler so barely can do anything about it. I def need to see how they are in my circle and how my circle react to it. Although I know how my circle would react so I kinda feel like I should keep him away from them lol. I can't handle criticism. But the polish girls gave me a very good judgement for the man. So yep I know, they'd never approve. I kinda feel like this is something that is grow in sisterhood bond. No man will be good enough for your female friends even though they like them very much. 5. Crisis of Desire. This one linked to distance. While intimacy and closeness build love, it also create a boredom. Distance create desire. It made you anticipate the meetings while you are in distance. The longing for that person and it builds desire. 6. Emotional Unavailability. I feel like Im ready, like you know all those things they said "You hate stuff about that person and yet you choose to stay." Like in someways I can do that but I have to admit that Im so scared of commitment. Like I was running around, knowing that it wasn't gonna last, and still happy about it and committed to that thing even though at one point it was turning me off like crazy. Maybe my stupid ass still not ready for commitment... I know it's not gonna last and it's not gonna hurt me that much... Although I did hope that it turned out differently and end up hurting me even more because whatever. Im all in. Or maybe I'm half ready so I think it's best for me to go home, and learn to settle down maybe in Jakarta. I need to stay in one place.

It's mad to realize that Relationship is hard, complex, and so confusing that bitch! I can't even grasp all the informations from podcasts, books, social media that I got this week. Am I scared of getting hurt? I don't think so. I mean I loved him, what he did hurt me like crazy, but that's the price Im willing to pay. So anyway, love isn't enough. Relationship is a whole different spectrum. I fucking need to learn more. I don't care even if I get hurt in the process, Im moving forward and Im ready! SpongeBob level of "I'm ready!"