#I hate that I didn't get around to this in a quicker fashion

[thegoldenshi-shi]

So, I have been busy making poor monetary choices again, in which I now own two different types of tablets specifically for art (ONE WAS VERY MUCH ON SALE, THE OTHER HAD A 50 BUCK COUPON, BOTH GOOD REVIEWS), and the first tablet I bought, that's honestly just a way of adding a touchscreen to a computer to me, cause like. It's a sensor pad? Well, it's proving that I can't mentally make myself apply a lot of pressure to technology, which my younger self with a ruined dsi touch screen would gape at. I have also gotten all my shelving units up! Not sure if they're staying where they are, or if I'm gonna move them around again, but I do know two that are staying where they are, mainly cause I am /not/ lifting that shelf all the way back up to chest level to take it back down again. Nuh uh, no ma'am, it will not be done. It's also gotten all my collectibles on it already, which has proven that I need to devote more of my budget to the Twins than Screamer. My frenemesis would be delighted to see my failure to my simpees.

Work has been better! Still hot, but we've slowed /way/ down, which means my supervisor has been letting me goof off on my phone or writing, cause we physically can't work too hard in the heat, but we also have no orders anyway, so... And because we've been able to get paid Not Working, I have gotten back into a werewolf story I started writing months ago! I'm setting it up one shot style rn, and posting the chapters as my brain accepts my pleading for their creation, but I also intend to make it a full and proper story once I've worked all the one shots out. I will openly admit to it being complete self service, cause I want a best friend who's 8 feet tall, fluffy, and has a crappy sense of humor. And is a cuddle monster, though that one is mainly cause I love glomming full force onto my people and displaying my awkward affection. I'm like a peacock, but instead of flaring tail feathers, I hug people in front of other people, whilst not actually really knowing socially accepted norms for hugging friends, tbh.

I also went through and completely reorganized my phones gallery, and got a very stupid laugh outta it. I have 461 transformers related pictures, and almost 400 writing prompts. Just. Saved on my phone. If I ever lose this sim card my writing career that i don't actually have will be over. On another other note semi related, I have been asked to design a friends tattoo! I don't know if I mentioned that in my last ask. He asked me to draw him a dragon to get tattooed, which, to be fair, dragons are among one of the very scant things I can draw well reliably, but also, dragon proportions curled into a ball sleeping are kicking my ass, and I am debating getting out my giant sketchpad to be able to completely control every tiny eetsy beetsy detail, cause my close friend wants me to do this thing that will permanently be on his body, and I really desperately don't wanna mess it up... Cause like. No one has ever asked me to ///draw/// for them before. I've gotten asked to paint, or do some small stuff with watercolors, but never /drawing/. And he knows I love dragons, it's part of why he asked. I just. It's a thing that happened that made me really happy, like hide in my pillow crying happy tears happy.

And then, on the fifth, I found an exactly 8 year old video of my childhood dog that we had to put down... it was from the summer before he was put down, which happened during the school year. He had been all that I'd had growing up, so, it hit kinda hard seeing something of him that moved. Even after 8 years, I still cry every time I think about him. He was the best dog any little kid could've ever been raised with, and probably helped boost my immune system against my allergies to boot, hehe. I cried for like, two hours, cause it was a video taken 7/5/2015. And, I thought I had lost all my images of him. It was a happy thing, just. A very sad type of happy. I wish I could tell him that I did love him, even if I didn't wanna lay on the ground and cuddle like he preferred. He was a dog that was born old, haha, never wanted to play or bark, he just wanted to lay on you and be loved. I was always running around on imaginary adventures though, but I did love him. If I was upset, he was my safe place. I promise this is a happy thing, it's just that I'm gonna be legally allowed to drink soon, and sometimes I forget that it's been so long since I got to see him. Especially cause sometimes, I still have dreams about playing with him in our backyard, right next to a giant pine tree covered in cicada sheds, laughing as he dug a little groove to lay in under the old rusted out trampoline. He was the most patient, tolerant dog, and it's because of him and the cat he raised with me that I'm not afraid of so much anymore. Ma and dad weren't there when we had him, but... I'll admit to giving them up forever if it meant I got to have him back

~Smooch

Hello there Smooch~

Sleeping babee dragon sounds so cute! I've never designed a tattoo, so I can only imagine the pressure (and of course the touching part of him asking you to draw his tattoo design).

Interestingly enough I too spent a loooong period of time where drawing was a dragon-only zone. I think it was back in like middle school? If you're struggling with a traditional four-legged two winged dragon, have you considered another type? There's Asian Lung dragons, Wyverns, Wyrms, or even a Quetzalcoatl style dragon that can all be very cool and might be easier for you to draw as a sleepy loaf. If your friend doesn't have a strong preference of course.

How exciting, on sale art supplies. It's kinda hard to decide sometimes between art supplies and if you're new to it, it's not a BAD idea to try multiple different types and/or brand names until you find what you like. I own two different art devices, one Wacom Intuos bought in High School and a Huion art monitor bought like four years ago. I was a traditional artist at the time I bought the Intuos tablet, so I quickly found that I prefer drawing on an actual screen I can look at instead of drawing on a tablet, BUT I had to try the tablet first to know that. What that all amounts up to is I hope you like one if not both of them ^J^ It's good to hear that your job is calming down. I'm sure that you're enjoying having the down time to work on your creative pursuits. At the risk of sounding too much like a hippie art teacher, I say it's very important to have some sort of creative outlet in your life. So it's wonderful to hear that you're getting to write on your werewolf story. I send you my best wishes that your muse stays nice and cooperative for the whole process hehe.

And lastly: The bittersweet memory of a good pet that has passed is something that I feel blessed to have as well. I hope that you can continue to enjoy your memories of a good animal without being bogged down in the sadness of their passing.

It's good to hear from you again Smooch, glad to hear you are doing well~

#smooch anon #thank you for your ask though! #and good luck with your artistic endeavors #the sleepy baby in the middle is my design for Quetzalcoatl #other two are rando drago though #I just wanted to include some art for you #I replied a little out of order I know #the dragon art just had my antennae up #I hate that I didn't get around to this in a quicker fashion #lots going on at work

[erosuguru]

Bimbo doll

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI, Satoru gojo x reader, all characters are 18+, reader is heavily bimbo coded and loves pink, satoru's gross here, 1.3k words approx

CW: Masturbation, satoru gets horny over reader sending him pics of her dresses, satoru has fantasies of reader and she's unaware, again satoru is gross here you've been warned, some proof reading but very little

Notes: I'm so sleepy and I'm too lazy to fix any other mistakes so if you see mistake no you didnt. had to write sth for Satoru, as wit all of my creative works I hate this but I hope u like it though!!

Satoru thinks you're absolutely adorable. From the moment he was blinded by the absurd amount of pink you were wearing, he thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. The coordinated color palettes of your clothes that always had a splash of pink, that shiny layer of gloss on your lips that you regularly reapplied, he gets so happy when he hears the clack of keychains because that means you're near.

Of course he couldn't keep himself away and you both exchanged numbers at one point, you gladly gave it to him after he shot you a lame pick up line— to which you laughed and smiled, simply telling him "you're funny! Sure!"It was almost too good to be true.

You got along well with each other, you both liked sweets, complimented each other's fashion sense, shared a similar sense of humour— when satoru asked you to describe him, you told him that you love being around him because he's fun (you said something about how he 'gets it', a quote about girls.. getting it and others not getting it..? He didn't understand, but he deduced that you like him, and that's all that matters.)

Satoru notices you love sharing tidbits of your day, and most of the time, you usually share a photo related to it in some way along with multiple typos, abbreviations, and emoticons.

"(Name)💘: Toru omg look at these shoes! Super cute right :3" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I went 2 that cafe u told me, the strawberry shortcake is soooo good" Attached image sent.

"(Name)💘: I have 2 go 2 a party tonite, which dress should i choose!1!!??" 4 images sent.

Being friends with you had its benefits, you were comfortable with Satoru, so comfortable that he almost dropped his phone when he opened the images you sent; all of them were minidresses, all of them different shades of pink, all of them hugging your figure so tightly and snuggly he was tempted to stalk your social media to know where this party is.

He couldn't see the details that differentiated each dress, or at least he didn't focus on them as he felt his cock throb in his sweatpants.

"Ooooohhhhhfffuuck..." he mumbled longly to no one in particular, Satoru almost choked on his spit as he sat up from his position in his bed, all the heat rushing to his face as he examined your photos closely. Your poses so cute as you stared at your phone screen in the photos with a small pout, you had the pretty sparkly gloss on this time, that's his favorite..

(Name)💘: TORU OMFG PLZ ANSWEERRRR MY RIDES ALMOST HERE >:(

he almost forgot your little dilemma.

"Sorry lol I was eating, go with this one!!" he forwarded one of the four dresses with his response and sent his text, he felt guilty about lying but what was he supposed to say? 'My bad! You were so hot I got a little hard like some Virgin!' No way in hell.

You answered back quickly, how did you type quicker than he did with nails longer than his? He has a hunch it's because you don't care about typos but the dedication is admirable.

(Name)💘: TGANK UUUUU ill text u after the party!

(Name)💘: thank* lol

He let out a small laugh at your typo, scrolling back to the photos he zoomed in on one of the four he hadn't picked, and the reason why he didn't choose this dress is that he knows no sane rational person with a sexual libido would be able to resist you in this.

You looked so cute, so perfect, Satoru let out a small sigh as he pulled his dick out of his pants hissing at the cold air, his thumb smeared the precum over his tip. He should feel bad– terrible even, but how can he resist? There's no way you have no idea what you do to him, he tried justifying in his mind as his cock throbbed desperately in his hand.

Biting his bottom lip, the image of you in his phone fueled his imagination as he envisioned arriving with you at this party you mentioned, having such a pretty thing like you on his arm would be a major ego boost too. The length of your dress could easily allow him to pull down your panties (did you even have a pair on under that dress?), bend you over the host's bathroom sink and slam his cock balls deep inside you, relentlessly filling you then demanding you to pull your panties back up and come back to the party with him as his cum would be dripping between your thighs.

As Satoru bucked his hips up into his hand, he stopped briefly to spit into his hand, deciding there's no time to look for lube, he went back to fucking his hand to the thought of you. If only you knew your new friend got off to these innocent pictures you sent him, if only you knew what he wanted to do to you– he's confident you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore. Shaking his head he pushed aside those thoughts and focused on his current pleasure, his fantasy, his goal of cumming from the pictures of you in those dresses you handpicked to show him.

He mumbled words of encouragement as if you were there with him right now bouncing on his dick instead of the reality of his hand moving up and down, mutters of 'good girl's and praises like "so good, baby" and "yeah? You like that?", desperate to convince himself of his fantasy. Satoru tossed aside his phone long ago after making sure the photos were engraved in his mind, he wasn't expecting you to update him until sometime near midnight.

his eyes closed as his other hand slid up his stomach pushing up the material of his shirt until it reached his collarbone, his fingers trying to find any weak points on his body to rub, pinch or entice as his hand rubbed his dick to the pace of his imaginary storyline; where he dreamed of driving you back home and stuffing you full of his cock until the only word that was in your vocabulary was his name.

"Yesyesyes, (Name)..! Mmmmmhffuck..!" He groaned out as he felt his end near already, his face warming up to a soft reddish pink reminiscent of the tip of his dick as he fucked his hand, soft gasps and groans escaped him as he imagined all the filthy things he could do to you, all the filthy things he wanted to know about you.

What type of panties do you always wear? What type of men make you horny? Who have you been with? Would you let him fuck you? 'Please lemme fuck you, lemme fuck you..! Wanna fuck you..!'

The vulgarity of his desperation made him blush but brought him dangerously close to the edge, squeezing the base of his cock Satoru covered his mouth instinctively, he bucked up his hips as his cum coated his abdomen, stomach and some droplets even reached his chest. He moaned behind his hand as he felt the waves of pleasure shock through his body. He slowed his hips, mumbling for the imaginary you once more. "Take it, take it all, baby.."

He didn't want to move, he knew he had to but he wanted to relish in his fantasy a little longer, he wanted to pull you close and sloppily kiss your cute glossy lips and praise you for being a good girl, taking his load like that. He imagined his cum oozing from your slit but he wouldn't let it go to waste, he'd use his finger to slide it back in where he knows it belongs.

He remembered to save those photos for.. 'next time', reaching over to get his phone, he paused as he received a notification.

(Name)💘: party was lame, coming 2 ur place!! >:3c

Sitting up, the sweat that collected at his back from his 'session' cooled him off, he cleaned himself up and couldn't help but grin at your adorable message.

You don't need to worry, he'll entertain you more than any dumb party could.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x you #gojo x you #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #gojo smut

[vivwritesfics]

No Need To Ask

Chapter Twenty-Three - Without Him

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

2.1K words

Series Masterlist

Recap from a previous chapter:

Carlos's phone vibrated against his chest. He picked it up, reading the text. "What is it?" Y/N asked softly, gently. Carlos wasn't hiding the screen from her or anything, but the text was in Spanish and she couldn't yet read it.

"My mother," he answered as he replied to the message. She was okay, had been in contact with Carlos ever since she'd made it to Alonsos safehouse.

As much as the Sainz family and the Alonso family hated each other, they had an agreement in place. If anything happened to the Sainz, those who could get out were to get to Alonsos territory if they could. It worked both way, with the Sainz offering sanctuary for Alonso and his men if needs be.

Señora Sainz had made it to Alonsos territory. By the time she'd gotten there, the attackers had left Alonsos. It was in a state, everything broken, documents missing, just like Carlos's house.

Alonso hadn't escaped like the Sainz family had. He had a bookcase that he could hide behind. Once he was behind it, the bookcase looked bolted to the wall, unmovable. Nobody thought to look for Alonso in there.

When Señora Sainz arrived at the Alonso house, he took her and her daughters to his own safehouse.

While she was in the Verstappen Stronghold, Max was the only person Y/N spoke to. He was the only person who would speak back to her.

She'd heard the rumours growing up, that Max Verstappen was as ruthless and terrifying as his father. But she didn't see that. To her, Max was sweet and kind and definitely not terrifying.

He loved joking, loved making her laugh. Actually, he was the best company she could have asked for while she was waiting for her husband to return.

Max gave her the tour of the Verstappen stronghold. He showed her the library, the home cinema, Max's very own game room. That game room wasn't Y/N's sort of game room. There were screens and monitors on every wall, with every type of gaming console known to man. There was a cabinet full of board games, Monopoly, cluedo, battleships, and chess.

The two of them spent a lot of time in the games room, playing chess with him. Well, it was more like Y/N playing a game of chess alone while Max playing his racing games on his xbox and tried his best to talk to her at the same time.

It wasn't like last time, when Y/N was the newcomer in Carlos's house. She wasn't going to rot away in her room while she waited for her husband to return. Time would pass by quicker if she kept herself busy.

"So, you're pregnant?" Asked Max as he drove around the corner. His set up had a proper steering wheel with the foot pedals and everything.

Y/N looked up from her game of chess. "Did Carlos give it away?"

Nodding his head, Max concentrated on the game. But the bots he was playing against were all colliding into the back of him, causing him to retire from the race. "Actually, he said you guys are gonna name the baby after me."

She couldn't stop herself from laughing at him. "Somehow, I really doubt that, Max."

"Yeah, but think about," he said, turning in his gaming chair. "You could name it Maximus Sainz, which is probably the most bad ass name for a head of family, ever."

Y/N rolled her eyes. She and Max continued chatting casually in this fashion as he played his racing simulator and she played her game of chess. Day after day went like this, but she didn't get bored. Not while she was waiting for Carlos to return.

Max was her solace in this time.

***

When Carlos returned to Spain, he was incredibly scared for his own life, although he'd never admit it. He had a wife who he loved, a wife who loved him, and a baby on the way. It wasn't like when he was a kid and he could throw himself into the line of fire without a second thought. There were people who counted on him. People he wanted to be there for.

When he landed back in Spain, from what was hopefully his last ever commercial flight, he rented a car. His car was too recognisable now.

His driving was still smooth as he headed back to his house. Their house. The house they were going to raise their baby in.

As he drove, his phone buzzed. Carlos easily answered it as he continued towards the house, holding the phone up to his ear as he steered. "Hamilton," he said into the phone.

"Sainz. I am sorry to hear about your father," said Lewis. "I've heard from almost everybody but you that they have managed to recover. How are you doing?"

Carlos sucked in a breath. "They found us in the safehouse," he said. "I've had to send my wife away but I won't be saying where, if it's okay with you," he said and Lewis agreed. So, Carlos continued. "I am heading back to my house to rebuild," he said.

"Keep us informed," said Lewis.

Carlos hesitated before hanging up. He had just one question left for the head of all of the families. "Norris, is he okay?" He asked him.

"Yes," Lewis answered quickly. "He's tightened his security, just as all of us have."

Carlos hung up the phone. There was no goodbyes in the mafia family, they just stopped the call. Carlos pulled over to dial one more number.

"Y/N?" Said the person on the other side as soon as they picked up.

Carlos pulled back onto the road, driving towards the house. "No, Lando. It's her husband," he said flatly.

The noise Lando made was unrecognisable. "Where is Y/N? Is she okay?" He asked quickly, urgency in his voice. Clearly, he was panicked.

"Yes, Lando, she's fine. I've gotten her somewhere safe," Carlos answered. "But I need you to do me a favour and call Max," he said.

"He's right next to me."

For a moment, Carlos frowned. He'd just left Max in the Netherlands. What on earth did Lando mean? But then it clicked. He always seemed to forget about Lando's best friend Max. "No, the other Max," he said. "Verstappen. Give Max Verstappen a call," He said and put down the phone.

Carlos drove the rest of his way to the house in silence, just praying that Lando did what he asked.

He pulled up to the house, the gates shutting behind him. They'd have to go, he thought as he imagined a few more rows of wall and gates. It would all have to be completely fortified.

He abandoned his car and walked into the house. The doors were already being replaced by metal ones, ones that bolted shut and required a retinal scan to get in.

Carlos made his way up to his office. That was where all the controls would be. It had been cleaned up by his men since the last time he'd been there, his papers put back into order. There was a stack of receipts, the costs of fortifying the house.

He wanted guard dogs, too. They weren't his usual sort of dog, with Carlos preferring something small. But he'd get the biggest dog around if it meant keeping his wife and unborn child safe.

He checked his weapons, all of them still where he had left them. Aside from the few papers, the thieves hadn't stolen anything. It was so confusing, what they actually wanted from him. They hadn't stolen anything of value, just paperwork.

The thieves had only seemed to attack every other family once. But Carlos had been targeted twice. Why? What did they want with him?

He signed some papers, allowing construction to start.

***

"You!" Shouted Señora Sainz as she stared at Oscar. She grabbed a hold of Alonso's gun and pointed it straight at Oscars chest. "What do you think you're doing here!?"

Suddenly, Alonso grabbed a hold of the gun, taking it away from Señora Sainz. "Now, now," he said, placing it in one of the many desk drawers. "There is no need to resort to violence."

Señora Sainz grumbled and crossed her hands over her chest, glaring daggers at Oscar. "I'm sorry to barge in like this," he said, although his tone suggested anything but apology. "But I've got nowhere else to go. Y/N and Carlos have gone and I can't get back to Australia," he said.

"As Webber's boy, you're allowed sanctuary here," said Alonso as he stood up to shake Oscar's hand.

Oscar visibly deflated, like he was a balloon that had lost all of it's air. He suddenly realised just how exhausted and hungry and thirsty he was.

But, before he could ask Alonso for some food, Señora Sainz cut in. "What of my son and his wife?" She asked suddenly.

Unable to hold himself up anymore, Oscar sank into the nearest seat. "They got away," he said. "While we were being ambushed, Carlos managed to get her out. I'm not sure where they are now."

"What ambush?" Asked Alonso.

"Those thieves, the ones that broke into every house. They came for us in the safehouse."

Alonso frowned. He shouted something in Spanish and two of his men strode forward. Oscar recognised one of them to be Lance, on loan from Stroll in Canada. Lando grabbed a hold of Oscar and walked him through the house, promising him food.

Oscar allowed himself to be dragged along. If he didn't get something to eat soon, there was no way he was making it through the night.

***

Max's phone rang. He looked at the caller I.D, a smile gracing his features. He held a finger up to Y/N and ducked out of the home theatre, walking out to the hall to answer the call. "Little Lando Norris," he said, wearing a smile.

"You can't call me that now, Maximillian," Lando responded with a slight grumble. "I'm a head of family now."

Max rolled his eyes. It really was easy to forget that Lando now had as much power as his father did. It wasn't fair, wasn't fair that someone younger than him had to deal with such a burden. "What do you wan?" He asked, his voice still chipper as he leaned against the wall.

"Carlos said I should call you," Lando said, jumping straight to the point.

Max shrugged his shoulders. "Probably because I've got your sister here," he said.

Lando made another one of those unintelligible noises. "What?!" He cried. "What do you mean? Is Y/N in the Netherlands? Are you in Spain? Can I speak to her?"

Unsure just quite how to answer that many questions at once, Max walked back into the theatre and passed the phone to his house guest. She looked at her host in confusion as she took the phone and lifted it to her ear. "Hello?" She called, her voice unsure.

"Y/N?" Came the startled voice of her brother. "Is that actually you?"

"Holy shit, Lando!" She stood, walking into the hall as Max went back to watching the movie. "You're safe," she said. "You're safe, you're safe, you're safe!"

"I've been so worried about you! Why're you with Max? Where is Carlos?"

Their conversation was a jumble of voices, the both of them trying to talk over the top of each other. Y/N needed Lando to shut up and listen and he was rambling, clearly stressed. Y/N could picture him now, his tie knotted too tight, his curls a mess, sticking up in every direction from where he had been pulling them.

"I'm pregnant!" She blurted out when he wouldn't shut up.

That did the trick. Lando fell silent. "Lan, you're going to be an uncle."

"Well, that's great and all, but you haven't actually answered any of my questions," Lando answered.

It wasn't the answer Y/N had been hoping for, but at least he wasn't stressing anymore. So, she calmly and collectedly took him through the events that had ended with her in the Netherlands and Carlos back in Spain.

Lando had only interrupted her once, with a little cry of 'they ambushed you twice?!' but he quickly let her get back to her story.

"That's it," he said as soon as she had finished speaking. "I'm bringing you home right now."

Taglist (CLOSED): @multi-universe21 @formulas-bitch @gills-lounge @weasleyswizarding-wheezes @carlossainzwho @f1lov3r @samaib11 @charli123456789 @queenofmanydreams @ironmaiden1313 @vellicora @glitterf1 @80sloverry @lightdragonrayne @moonayu @bellsalabanccini @topguncultleader @handsupforamiracle @cmleitora @jenniferrvsesi @barcelonaloverf1life @sbella13 @nicolettecallednikki @darleneslane @thehufflepuffavenger1 @champagneproblems17 @aespie @yukheizcigarettes @rewmuslupin @hollie911 @ashy-kit @ririgy @stqrgir1 @zaynzierulez @minkyungseokie @rafaaoli @carolinesainz @ashies-ln4op81aa22 @measimp @mizelophsun11 @eviethetheatrefreak @andydrysdalerogers @formulaal @graciewrote @biancathecool @evans-dejong @sparklyperfectionstranger @venusesworld @goldenharrysworld @cassie0sstuff @gracielukey @watermelonworries @celesteblack08 @shobaes @chonkybonky

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz x female reader #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader smut #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #cs55 #cs55 x reader #cs55 imagine #mafia!f1 #mafia!au

[spaceyflowerswriting]

pt 1/4: little changes (gun park x reader)

...except the main character is goo and reader only plays a role in little dialogue. hear me out.

details: fluffy oneshot, gender neutral reader written in 2nd pov, general canon au, you and gun have been dating for a while in secret

summary: goo starts to notice little changes in gun, influenced by you. the thing is, gun is keeping his relationship on the low, so here are goo's antics of being annoying and trying to find out who you are.

a/n: i wrote this quite a while back before i joined the fandom with this public account but still like it so i wanted to share it :]

×

"You don't usually wear colorful clothes, do you?"

"Not really. Why're you asking?"

"Oh. Well, I was thinking about how nice this shirt would look on you--"

"I'll get it."

"Wait, you don't have to--"

. . .

"Why do you have so many collared shirts?"

"They're the only shirts I wear," replied Gun, quickly adding, "And stop looking through my closet."

"No, I'm bored. And I won't stop until you hurry the hell up."

Gun sifted through the folders he had scattered about on the table he was standing by. "I can't afford to make a mistake so shut up and be patient."

Goo hummed over him, ignoring and not even hearing the last part of his sentence. "Ooh, more brightly colored clothes! I didn't know you had more. You always wear bland colors." A certain shirt caught Goo's eyes and he picked it out. "Whaaat? What is this? Did you really buy a tacky shirt like this?"

He held up the white shirt--light blue stripes and colorful flowers decorating it--just as Gun glanced over his shoulder to see. He turned away just as fast though, and Goo didn't get to see his expression.

All he got was Gun saying, "As if your clothes aren't tacky?" and then muttering, "Besides, it's a nice shirt."

"My fashion is better than yours." Goo rolled his eyes and went back to staring at the shirt in disbelief. "Also, this is kind of cute, but it's so gross to see in your closet. Why'd you buy a shirt like this? How expensive--" He gasped, seeing the tag on the back inside of the shirt's collar. "This isn't even from a rich brand! Did you buy this at... a normal mall or something?!"

"You sound utterly ridiculous right now. Stop spouting nonsense."

Goo hung the shirt back up, yelling back, "I'm serious! Do you secretly have a strange fashion taste or something?"

Gun sighed heavily. "Why does that even matter? Just go back to being quiet, I still need to focus."

"Alright, alright, just so we can get out of your boring ass house quicker." Goo continued to look through Gun's closet, being more shocked at other articles of clothing he found. Really, just anything that was brightly colored or had some kind of pattern on it.

"What a weirdo... what other secrets is this guy hiding from me aside from his weird fashion taste?"

~

"You look good like that."

"Hm?"

"Not beat up, I mean your hair. Whoever you got in a fight with that messed up your hair, they sure did it stylishly."

. . .

Goo raised a brow, watching Gun mess up his hair he always meticulously slicked back again. It was always by giving himself bangs over his right eye but leaving the rest of his hair mostly slicked back. Almost like he was purposefully styling it that way...? It must've been for someone else and not himself though, because he always complained about the inconvenience having bangs. When the hell did Gun ever do anything for someone else, though?

The blonde shrugged it off and turned back to look at himself in the bathroom mirror, fixing his own hair that got a little messy from a fight they both just finished. Once satisfied, he nodded to himself and smiled before looking over at Gun again.

He had just popped a piece of gum into his mouth and then looked up when he noticed Goo staring.

"What," he said dryly.

Well, since he was asking, Goo wasn't going to shrug it off this time. He was never the type to beat around the bush anyway. "What's up with you, lately? As far as I know, you hate having your hair in your face because it's annoying, especially in a fight, but lately after the end of the day, you always mess it up. Why?"

"Changed my mind," was the only short response he could get.

"Why?" Goo continued to press.

"I don't need to look professional or think about getting into fights when my job for the day is done, correct?"

"Hm." Suspicious, but Goo would take it as an answer for now. Plus, Gun most likely would be too stubborn to answer truthfully no matter how much Goo chose to be annoying.

Instead, he brought his attention to the gum pack Gun was holding in his hand. "How about the gum? What's up with that?"

Gun held it up, seemingly playing dumb like he was asking sarcastically, "Oh, this?" He tucked it into his pocket shortly after, questioning, "Is it illegal to chew gum in South Korea all of a sudden?"

Goo clicked his tongue. "You never chew gum. You hate sweets and chewy things."

At that, Gun went quiet and Goo immediately became even more suspicious about him. Still, he replied after a moment with, "Guess I changed my mind about that, too."

"Sure you did." Goo rolled his eyes and then held out a hand. "Give me a piece, by the way."

"Fuck off." Gun walked past him and Goo quickly slapped his back with the hand he had out. 

He followed after Gun as they exited the bathroom, exclaiming, "Hey! Be grateful I don't feel like pressuring you for answers to your weird habits lately. I at least deserve a piece of gum for that."

"I don't owe you anything."

Goo grabbed Gun's collar for that, threats about to spill out of his sharp tongue until he saw a fear-ridden employee in the distance, clutching on the mop in their hands for dear life.

"Oops, forgot we were in a McDonalds." Goo made a girlish giggle and then waved casually at the employee as Gun continued to deadpan, just chewing on his gum. "Hi! Don't mind us, we won't cause any trouble here." Goo started dragging Gun out by his collar. "Have a good day, random civilian!"

The employee just watched them leave with wide eyes.

~

"Wow, no cigarettes today?"

"You said the smoke bothered you."

"Ah, right. Thanks for being considerate!"

"Of course."

. . .

"Gum again?" asked Goo, returning from the convenience store.

Gun ignored him.

"Come on, let me have a piece this t--" Goo was answered with a small sting in the face, a piece of gum thrown at him with lightning speed. He frowned, hand swiping to catch the gum before it fell to the ground. "You piece of shit."

"You got what you wanted."

Goo shook his head, beginning to unwrap it. "What flavor is this?"

"Orange."

"Orange!" repeated Goo gleefully, happily placing the gum in his mouth as he balled up the wrapper. He walked closer to Gun and leaned back on the wall with him before lazily flicking the balled wrapper at his partner's head, who made zero reaction. "Didn't think you liked fruity flavors. I thought you would pick mint or something."

"Either flavor is fine."

"Hmph." Goo pouted. "Fruity flavors are too sweet and don't fit a guy like you at all." He paused for a moment. "But I guess it's fine since you're fruity!" Goo laughed at his own joke as Gun rolled his eyes, hands tucking into his pockets.

"Did you buy what you needed?"

"Yeah, we heading back already?"

"It's been a long day." Gun let out a deep sigh. "Let's go."

He was already walking off before Goo could reply. "Jeez, you've been so eager to return home these days." He pushed himself off the wall with a, "Hup!" and tailed Gun, peeking over his shoulder. "What, you got a sweetheart waiting for you at home or something?"

Gun ignored him. Again.

Goo decided to change the topic since what he suggested probably wasn't true anyway. Gun, falling in love? Someone else feeling mutual love for a pervert like him? What a joke!

"Hey, hey, I've noticed you stopped smoking, too."

"And?"

"I thought you liked smoking."

"Not particularly."

"Huh? Why even smoke then?"

"It relieves stress."

"Okay, sooo..." Goo whistled. "You stopped smoking because now you don't feel stress anymore?"

"Stop asking questions."

Gun's harsher-than-usual tone (because he almost always sounded harsh) irritated Goo to no end, so he quipped, "Sounds like SOMEONE'S stressed."

"Really got the crowd laughing with that one."

"This fucking guy..."

Goo shoved his hands in his pockets before they could start swinging. "Are you replacing smoking with chewing gum or something as a stress reliever? Like a recovering smoke-a-holic or whatever?"

Ignored by Gun for the third time in under five minutes.

Goo decided to let it go. Just for tonight.

#lookism x reader #gun park x reader #goo's comment about gun's strange fashion taste is way funnier now ever since gun's worn that infamous leopard print shirt

[h4arts]

jesper x reader. Reader (gn/you) shows interest on a book, jesper has no money because he spent it all in gambling and fancy clothes, so he steals it to see his lover happy <3

luck, jesper fahey -synopsis: jesper considers you his luck, so when you're on a trip to see your family, he scrounges the last of it he has without you there to surprise you with the book you've been wanting. -warnings: theft, light injuries, i went a little overboard on the lead up (sorry), but i hope you like it anyways!

jesper knew the look in your eye the second the window of the bookshop came closer into view. tightening his grip on your hand, he watched as you eyed a particular book in the window display. he remembered the title vaguely, probably from when you mentioned wanting to read it a couple weeks ago. but, to his luck, you kept walking. he would've hated having to lead you away unwillingly since neither of you had the time or money to spare.

in typical jesper fashion, he had already made the two of you late to the slat, and jesper could practically feel kaz's words building in his throat down the road at this very moment. yet he only received a frightening glare before your hand left the warmth of his own to follow inej down the hall, leaving jesper to follow kaz upstairs. as soon as the door to the office had shut, jesper whirled around to face the other boy in the room, an unfamiliar question on the tip of his tongue.

"i need-"

"no." kaz had seen the question coming from a mile away, and he knew jesper knew what the answer would be. but jesper hardly asked, so it didn't stop the tall boy from trying anyways.

"but it's for-"

"i know."

"so can you-"

"jesper." kaz's eyes looked like they went right through jesper's soul in that moment, and the boy's lips snapped shut, a frown sealing them together. "you'd just gamble away any money i gave you, despite what you want to use it for right this second." jesper let out a deep sigh, sinking into the worn chair across from kaz's desk. numerous papers were scattered across the surface, numbers and illegible writing scrawled across the pages, save for a few stacked in the corner that jesper immediately knew kaz made you do, based on the writing being less cursive and larger in size than that of kaz's writing.

"so, what's the court order of the day?" jesper leans back, folding his arms behind his head, his left leg resting on the knee of his right. kaz didn't spare him a glance as he began digging through a drawer in his desk, his words going right over jesper's head as the sharpshooter's mind began wandering.

───☆───

the current job the crows were on had gone awry quickly, nina accidently giving the signal too early causing wylan's bomb to go off too early as well. it had become pure chaos in the flash of a lightning bolt. fortunately, inej fought quicky and you and matthias worked quicker. the three of you run for the designated meet up spot, but a glint of light made you falter. wylan was crouched behind a table in the room to your left, two guards on the opposite wall waiting to fire. matthias urged inej to go on and make sure the other's got out safely as well.

you look back at the fjerdan, receiving a nod as his hold tightened around the knob of the door, swinging it open as you moved into the room, firing shots at the guards to buy wylan enough time to get out unscathed. you, however, weren't so fortunate, a bullet grazing your arm in the fire. but both guards were on the ground now, leaving you, matthias, and wylan an opening to follow inej's path where, hopefully, the other crows were already waiting for you.

matthias had torn a piece of fabric from a curtain you passed, and you used it to wrap around the wound on your arm until you were back at the slat and could properly dress and disinfect it. wylan began making conversation with you once the building was out of sight, trying to distract you from the stinging pain that came with the pressure you were holding on your arm. you had been calm about the whole thing, something jesper was not when he saw your injury.

“what is that? what happened? are you okay? how bad does it hurt?” the words came spewing from his mouth as he ran forwards to meet you. his eyes quickly begin scanning you for any other visible injuries, letting out a relieved sigh when he saw none. 

“i’ll be fine, it’s just a graze. nothing serious.” jesper frowns at that, but chooses not to say anything as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, being careful to keep his hand away from the injury. 

once you were all back at the slat, kaz and inej parted from the rest of you gathered in nina’s room. she began healing your arm to the best of her abilities, which, luckily was a fairly quick fix for the heartrender. matthias busied himself with fetching whatever nina needed to help you while wylan sat beside you, apologizing softly. jesper couldn’t hear much of what he said, just saw you softly kissing the boy’s temple and telling him not to worry. it brought wylan’s smile back, but his eyes didn’t reflect it. not until you whispered something in his ear and he shot up from his spot, bolting out the door. matthias had to step to the side to avoid the smaller boy crashing into him and the basket of healing supplies in his arms.

“what was that about?” jesper questioned, sitting in the spot wylan had just vacated. 

“i sent him to ask kaz how much money we could get off the books i've already read.” you reply, letting out a small wince at the pressure of nina's hand on your wound.

"for what?"

"that new one i saw in the window the other day. i've been hearing about it around town but no one's read it all the way through to sell it again. not yet at least, and i don't have enough now to buy new."

nina stood once she was finished attending to your wound, wiping her hands on a towel matthias had brought her. “no more fighting until you’re completely healed. that includes your little wrestling matches you all think i don’t know about.” matthias looks at you, you at jesper, and jesper at nina with a slack jaw.

“none? not a single one?” nina rolls her eyes, suppressing the smile trying to fight its way to her face. 

“not one, unless you want that one’s arm completely ripped open.” she responds, a finger waving in your direction.

"well, certainly can't have that now, can we?" jesper jokes, giving you a quick wink over his shoulder.

"yeah, how could you style your hair on the go without me holding up your mirror?" matthias lets out a small laugh at your words while jesper fully turns to you offended. really offended this time.

"just because of one arm having a boo-boo?"

"yes, dummy." you scoff despite your amused smile. "you take too long and one arm gets tired after a while." this only fuels matthias' laughter and jesper's offence.

"okay, that's quite rude. i don't take that long-"

"you do." nina chimes in, nodding her head in agreeance with you. "i'm surprised her arms haven't fallen off yet under the weight of that mirror. it's excessive."

"that's it. after all i've done for you, and this is how you repay me?" jesper clutches a hand to his heart, eyes darting between you, nina, and a red-faced matthias.

"i was only gone for three minutes, what have you all done?" the four of you turn to the door where wylan stood, a confused pout on his face as he searched each of your faces for anything that could tell him what he had just walked into.

"ah, wylan van sunshine, welcome back!"

───☆───

jesper relied a lot on luck. on jobs, in gambling dens, even when meeting with kaz on particular days. he had always run out at the end of the day, but coming home to you was what he believed recharged his luck for the next day.

today, however, seemed to be the day jesper fahey's luck ran out. he lost a horrible bout at the tables earlier in the day, dropped his hat in the dirt twice because of the wind, and now, a simple job had turned disastrous. to make it even worse, you weren't at the slat, you weren't there for jesper to come back to.

he knew he shouldn't have been so bitter about your lack of presence, you were just visiting your family after all. but that didn't stop the frown that etched itself onto jesper's face as he re-entered the slat and was met with only matthias, nina, and kaz's shut office.

on any usual day, nina would have poked fun at jesper's worn out look after a rough day, but the lack of good luck had hit her as well, and matthias didn't look any better to do the teasing for her. jesper gave them a small nod of acknowledgement and climbed the stairs to your room, falling face first into your pillow. jesper missed you badly, he didn't remember the last time the two of you had been apart for so long, and the lack of you was getting to him, making him wish he had held you just a little tighter the night before you left.

reaching a hand out to toss his hat onto the small table beside your bed, a tiny ripped paper fell to the floor from the wind of his hat falling to the surface. with a small huff of annoyance, he rolled to the end of your bed, blindly reaching for the paper on the floor. once the crinkled item touched his fingertips, he picked it up, ready to set it back in it's place, but curiosity got the better of him.

rubbing a hand over his tired eyes, he could make out the words of your handwriting scrawled unevenly in a line across the paper. a couple practical items you needed, including a new roll of thread you planned to fix a hole in one of your jackets with. you had used the last of your old one teaching jesper how to stitch holes in his own clothes by himself. that lesson had only ended in you having to bandage his fingers, as he kept poking the needle through the fabric too harshly, which resulted in him pricking himself in the finger. but beneath that was a familiar name, next to a familiar book title. the one you had seen in the bookshop and the one he kept overhearing you talk to inej and wylan about.

feeling a new sense of energy, jesper stood from your bed and pocketed the list, just in case. he went back to his own room down the hall and searched for any spare money that might have fallen out of his coat or been hidden by himself so he didn't spend it. unfortunately, he came up empty handed and with a deep frown. he really wanted to surprise you with that book when you returned, and he could already imagine the look of pure happiness on your face when he would hand it to you, but he couldn't do that without any money to get it for you in the first place.

"oh, who am i kidding, i'm a crow." jesper mutters to himself, flipping his hat back onto his head. making his way back towards the bookshop, jesper didn't even have an inkling of a plan on how to steal the book. he didn't have any proper distractions and it was getting late so there wouldn't be many people to cover him from view of the worker. that didn't stop him from pushing the shop door open and making a beeline for the table that held the book though.

it didn't take long to find, it wasn't a small book, but it wasn't as long as some of the others jesper had seen you read. you'd have it done in a day if he didn't let anyone interrupt you. for as little as jesper read, he had to admit it looked nicer than the ones you already owned. granted you got your second hand and for less than half of the original price. this one was brand new, it's spotless navy blue cover with embroidered gold wording would starkly contrast the others on your shelf, but the price didn't deter jesper one bit. even though it wouldn't have mattered anyways.

looking around, it seemed jesper's luck had returned, because when he turned to see who might catch him stuffing the book into his jacket, no one was there. so with the added weight to the inside pocket of jesper's coat, he left the store and wandered the streets back home, stopping to look at a rack of clothing on the way.

───☆───

it had taken you two more days to arrive home, and jesper had never been more thrilled to step foot on the docks of 5th harbor. wrapping you tightly in his arms, he began telling you how much he missed you and that he never wanted you to leave him again, or to at least bring him with you next time. you had laughed at that, but agreed anyways which lit jesper's face up in a bright smile.

"good, now come on. i have something for you." jesper could barely contain his excitement as he dragged you to his room by your hand, which he dropped only for a minute to dig through a drawer in the corner. "here, close your eyes."

"jesper, i think i might fall asleep if i close my eyes, i'm exhausted."

"fine." jesper sighs, holding out the book to you. gently taking it from his grasp, you couldn't stop the excitement shown on your face as you read the cover.

"saints, jesper, this is new!" you look up at him from the book, eyes widened in surprise. "how?"

"maybe it's best you don't know." jesper grins, and you respond with a roll of your eyes, though he doesn't care because the smile gracing your face was the best thing he had ever seen. i've never had more luck in my life, he thinks to himself, falling onto his bed beside you as you open the book and begin to read the pages to him until your exhaustion from the trip really does set in. jesper takes the book from your hands and sets it down before wrapping his arms around you. "you had fun with your family, right?"

"mhm, you'd have loved it."

"well, i love you more than whatever you did that whole week without me." jesper smiles at the sleepy laugh you give him before he feels a kiss pressed to his cheek.

"i love you too, jes. way more than what i did on that trip."

#jesper fahey x reader #six of crows x reader #shadow and bone x reader #jesper fahey x you

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Watching Con O'Neill Content Day 8- 3 Steps to Heaven

Warnings for: Full Body Nudity, drug use, murder, torture, BDSM Imagery, forced kiss

Online this is classified as a Comedy by Rotten Tomatoes, which feels fair. When you google it says Suspense/Dark Comedy.

Initially, based on the premise, I thought this movie was just Vengeance Is Mine but Con plays one of the fuckers semi-responsible. I was not entirely wrong.

Full Spoilers Below! If you don't want my reactions, skip to the dotted separations at the end for the rating!

I've separated out parts where Con is on screen, and identified if a part of the movie takes place in a flash back.

--------------------------------------------------------------

PRESNET

Why did she pull the gun out in elevator the first place. Like. Idk man, seems like you could have waited.

Love the step-by-step instructions for gun assembly

Why is she just spinning in circles with a gun in her hand? How does that help train for anything?

PRESENT- CON'S SECTION

CON! I hate the facial hair, oh how I hate it. Just in combination with the short hair. Makes him look way older. Like, it probably fits the character- But like, if he fluffed it, or did anything besides letting it stay so flat-

Is he on something? The character Angel, not con. Clearly, he's going for paranoid criminal, and I love it.

You know what, I can enjoy this. 'Worried?' "Now that you mention it, yeah!' Sweet. That was a nice car they took.

If Con's look is interesting the man with a knife and a beaver on his head is something extra.

Con in a wife beater getting pinned and interrogated is surely something.

Hey look, he's allowed to laugh! Crazy how that works.

Angel just letting himself get driven around by her is very funny

She makes him close his eyes, and gives him a bullet. Babe. What the fuck does that even mean. You can't use a gun properly.

"I've met someone" Babe, you don't know her name. This is just Con in most of his roles, but Jesus. Never really noticed it was a trope of his until now.

Wife Beater+ Tighty Whitie's+ Cig is also surely a thing

Cocaine + waving a gun around. A winning combo

Angel- this makes 3 Con characters doing stupid shit with guns...Please lower the accidental kill count

"Oh," Carefully raises one finger, schusses the air "Gotta be quicker" Why am I loving this so much? This man has clearly never killed another person.

WHY THE MOUTH AND FINGER SUCKING CLOSE UP. He's licking up the trace of drugs on the table, but why was this the choice.

Wife beater+ Tighty Whittie's+ Cig+ white ROBE is amazing

Don't get too close to the balcony now babe, I know you're excited, you'll be thrown if in no time.

Did he give her his address? Why is she here? He's trying to lay low? Does he just think he needs to get laid and surely this woman won't murder his ass?

Angel stealing my actual fit. Jean button-up + blue Jeans in 90s fashion. Bastard.

Angel, sadly you aren't one of the Con characters our lead will run away with.

AHHHHHH hahahhaha that pistol whip. His dramatic fall. This fall vs ep9 OFMD is honestly a tie. Dramatic and extra as fuck.

They're both just anxious little purse dogs shaking so hard. Why? Calm down babe, you are literally holding a gun, and he's tied down in a chair.

Babe, it's been two weeks since your guy died and he's being hunted down for money. He probably doesn't remember what he had for breakfast the previous day, let alone your man.

(In the flashback for this one point)THOSE EARRINGS ARE OBNOXIOUS

Oh, good. The Beaver hair guy is back.

This is where our guy dies!

To be fair if I walked in and my target was already tied up, I'd also be very happy.

I didn't think there would be this much panting and grunting, especially from Angel.

"He's very gentle" Carefully pinches and lifts his chin. Oh, my stars. I'm clutching at my pearls. *pulls out notepad for my WIP*

I think we all deserve to be hoisted up into a bridal carry, and lovingly twirled around.

"Yeah he's lovely-" Exactly, Angel. Stop ruining the mood and get with the groove!

This is too good. Just throwing him around like a ragdoll! The dancing is a bit much, but they're having fun with it.

The two evil guys definitely explored each other's bodies. That's a proud boyfriend look if I've ever seen one.

She could be a real bud and just shoot one of them. They don't know where she is, and then Angel has an opening to attack...or not.

"you-puff" Shame on you Con, those aren't usually your lines in these kinds of movies.

And HE FLIES OVER THE RAILING-

Did they not want to kill him? Why do they look so shocked he went over the edge?

Whelp, RIP Angel, I genuinely enjoyed that. don't be surprised if this next section is shorter. (Editor Me here, oh I thought the rest of this movie would be boring...how I was wrong)

Vaguely depressed and murderous is also how I look in semi-cheap wigs.

They really did cast a good guy for a politician/'sex pest'. Looks like a few of my state's representatives.

Remember, every character in a British piece of media needs to have a name in the form of Eddie, John, Sam, or Harry.

"Well respected in 'women's' things" Why does Angel get to die and these fuckers roam rampantly.

(Helps adjust his tie) "You've hurt me Harry" Is every villain in this having a thing with their side character besides Con? Or am I just watching too many Queer movies?

OHH IT IS A GAY THING!

YEY!

I don't think slapping the head like it's a basketball is the done thing with blow jobs, but I don't have a penis. So who knows?

'Angel Farnam.' Wow. That is a name choice.

Love that he has a beard. Like, an actual beard to hide a queer relationship from the public.

TOES. EWWWWWW.

OH MY GOD. BELLY BUTTON? WHY? Fucking why? I'm more surprised seeing him finger his belly button than seeing his entire dick, which, is almost impressive for a movie to do!

How funny would it be if he died by falling down the stairs. '2/3 down, 1 to go!'

If he's not dead just fucking shoot him. I know you want info...but

ACTUALLY IF SHE JUST SHOWS UP TO PLACES AND EVERYONE DIES THAT WOULD BE AMAZING

If you look at this like you would a comedy, this movie becomes much better and more entertaining.

That isn't how putting peroxide on a wound should feel, why the fuck is he flinching over every tap?

Cold compress? It's a scrape! I'd be worried more about a concussion with a fall.

THE FUCKING TALKING WHILE THEY SET THE BED AND CLEAN IS SO FUNNY. That's the only editing in this movie that felt like it actually added something.

Why did she join in to the cleaning.

Love that he just wants to eat food when she clearly thinks they're going to fuck.

That was a gentle remote throw, don't know how it broke, 3/10.

You could have shot him almost at any time, now that a ton of people are waiting outside, you decide to care.

"Whore" "-Lying little whore" Hahahahaha. Its lame, but I love when movies do that.

(Seeing him fully bound in BDSM restraints) Look, Like What You Like, but this isn't safe with a stranger? Also, this room looks hard as shit to clean if fluids get anywhere.

If speech is a 'No No' in the dungeon there are toys for that.

"-I never panic". Angel would disagree, you panic all the fucking time. Speaking of Angel-

THE PAST

Izzy the spewer transfers across universes.

THAT ISN'T SAFE, don't reach around and try to swap drivers while driving.

Yes! Take all the drugs before you get pulled over, smart.

Their arguing is very just fucking funny. A lived weird friendship where things just keep going wrong. They're all tied into so many different criminal rings, but they found each other. This could be a prompt for a found family story.

(She took a ton of drugs because the cops are on their asses tryign to pull them over) "Do I look like I'm off my face!" "You're always off your face."

Everyone being high as shit panicking is so good. I've believed their weird friendship here more than anything else in this movie.

Love that they just kind of kidnapped this guy and now they need to deal with his corpse.

PRESENT

"Something I've always been bound up in!" Raises his hands, bound. That got a laugh out of me.

There are gags/toys for that babe, zipping up the mouth hole won't do shit.

Now that she knows all this stuff why doesn't she just shoot him

"Good Luck! God Bless!" He's fun.

At least she kept the key ring in eye sight for him.

This does play on the 'politicians are into kinky shit' thing, but eh.

She keeps on accidentally killing people. Fun.

(Weird shower scene) What the fuck? Who touches their body like that, is she getting off on this? It looks forceful and rough? What man directed this?

"I think he liked me." Sure? He liked you? Why does it matter that these people whose death you witness like you? It's not middle school, they're fucking dead.

"It was me, I was killing them. Sort of." Yes! I don't know why she only cares about them after they die.

What man directed this porn? I respect them not covering anything up I guess? I hope there's no creepy shit online where in interviews she felt like she was forced into these scenes.

The whole 'Multiple photos, that get snuffed out as they die' thing has grown on me, not going to lie.

Her removing her hat and seeing her hair fall down then lighting up a cig, to me, was more erotic than seeing her naked.

Are the 'criminal crew' all Queers? I know Angel was kind of homophobic and jerked off to lesbian porn but-

THERE'S QUEER WOMEN IN THIS? YESSSS!!!

"Lust came to the rescue?" What does that even mean? Are you planning on fucking her?

She's 40 which is still young, she's entering/in middle age. Just own any wrinkles you have, it's hot! So fucking weird that for feminine presenting people aging is seen as something awful, it shows experience! And you own a cat, and clearly have money! Live your life babe!

Her earrings are all choices in this. Those things could knock me out.

They don't film this shit for live TV, I don't know why they're so stressed about her being a few minutes late.

(Pulls bra on backward, snapping the clasp, twisting it right way round, pulling up straps and adjusting over chest) Most realistic scene of a woman putting on a bra in a movie.

Oh, to fondly be called Sweetie.

I want to be her: both of them.

Cocaine + Cigarettes + Alcohol. Uppers and Downers aren't great ideas. But she's having them.

They replaced her cause she's too old I'm guessing? Shitty.

"It wouldn't take much(to kill her)" So go do that! Why do you need a stroll to do the thing you were planning to do.

Strangulation feels like a choice you made when you have a gun.

(protagonist gets knocked out by a bottle when a criminal sees her gun) NICEE! She's been so dumb about pulling out the gun

Why is this such a Tom and Jerry routine

"Fuck you!" "All in good time" AHHHHHH. I've read this story before. We'll see how this one ends.

The PAST

Oh, my favorite crew of idiots. How did they evade the cops? They were just on their asses now they have time to pull over?

Con/Angel fireman carried that guy? Good for him!

"That's not very dignified!" "Well what do you suggest?!!""Stand him up!" They slum him over the railing. Idiots. I admire this crew of fuck ups.

Did they not check for a pulse? Like, even high most people could figure that out. If you can still drive, you can hold your finger up to someone's throat.

(Sees him slowly tip over the railing into the water) Okay, so it's kinda on them, yeah.

The PRESENT

Okay, so gun safety is to always assume a gun is loaded and safety is off. STOP WAVING IT UNDER YOUR NOSE

20? He looked mid 20s at least.

THE PAST (One of the earliest scene we see of them)

Doing drugs in a random Men's room is a choice.

Also, don't lick a public bathroom stall's TP Holder Angel, you fucking maniac.

I'm saying she wasn't invited cause they were planning to all fuck in the bathroom/do as many drugs as possible without her nose taking it all. Any other guesses?

I love Con in this so much. He's so unlike all his other characters it's just fun. Like a pissed-off high toddler that can only put a few thoughts together that arnt him being mad or horny.

"You're hair, it's so black!" "It's natural!" "Oh, Pa-lease" Angel said that last line, oh my sweet summer child, you confuse me so.

(the dead boyfriend and politician start getting handsy) No shit they had a thing going on there. They've been eye fucking every scene he's not passed out sick.

(She angles a mirror to see under a stall to watch a blowjob?) Mam, I wouldn't want to watch my friends fuck. Why are you so weird.

ANGEL 'COCK BLOCK' TO THE RESCUE. Look at that grin, he knew.

"I need some more(cocaine)." "Love? Affection? Punishment?" Sir, I have a whole discord full of Izzy Hands fans you can suggest ideas to. "I'll take the whole fucking lot." SIR!

Ohhh her boyfriend would entrap 'famous' queer people, take photos, and then blackmail/extort them. He deserved to die then, no sweat off their backs. (Also, how does evil lady know all this to tell our protagonist? Is she extorting Patrick now?)

Present

Okay, this is my 4th time seeing this woman naked. Why?

(Protag is tied down and evil lady whispered in her ear)This is...a scene.

Gross forced kiss. I had more fun when this was semi-playful banter but now its just sexual assault. Gross, director.

Mam, you didn't bring that many bullets. Why are you just shooting random shit.

She just leaves her alive?

Aww, I wanted her to kill him(the other extorting friend). If anything he also kind of deserves some of the blame.

Well, this whole plot was kind of for nothing. She got closer to the real plot and was able to realize how shitty her boyfriend was. If he was 20 then she's got to be close to that age. She has plenty of life to move on from this.

----------------------------------------------------------------------

Story: 5/10 Shit. No character in this movie had agency/impacted the plot. Everything was accidental. All the ways they were doomed weren't purposefully set up by the main protagonists.

She didn't actively plan for these deaths so they feel hollow. Angel sure, he was tied down by her, but he lives on the nth story, so in the 30-ish minutes he could have left he likely wouldn't have. He assumed it was safe. The politician was an accident, and the media lady still would have gotten replaced.

In OFMD it's fun when Stede Bonnet accidentally kills because we care about him. We know he doesn't mean to do this and it plays on the murderous pirate trope. In this movie, we only know she's hunting down her boyfriend's murders. That's all we know about her! One hour, and thirty minutes, she had no development.

This would be such a fun premise. A woman accidentally interrupts a crime 'friend' group and watches them fall apart. Yet they make it gross and weirdly give no one agency in this whole story.

I want to write this movie better. This premise could be rewritten for a fanfic...hmm....

Editing/Cinematography: 5/10 Keeping it out of chronological order ruined the movie. Some shit really bothered me. A director is a man who has only done other projects to this level. He also wrote this shit, so every gratuitously extra scene of our main actress naked was all on him. He wanted to see her fondle herself and oh boy did he get it.

Every scene of this nature just felt uncomfortable, and putting that forced kiss in at the end just adds to that. He's a perv who thought it was hot. The main actress's dead fish eyes during just added to the awful feeling I got. Sure, we got a 'blowjob' scene, but nothing was super explicit other than it happening. Sexual 'deviancy' felt like something to be ogled at in this movie. The straight/pure 'good' main character had to do away with these sinful yatta yatta, you've heard it all before. I can make this 1:30 minute movie into an hour movie if I cut it.

I wish we cared more about Angel getting caught by the men he owed money too. About Harry getting publicly outed and dumped. About Andrea getting replaced in her tv show. But we just don't. It just kind of happens.

Imagine if we told the backstory of her boyfriend's murder first. Then our main character shows up 20 minutes in, without knowing what the audience knew, to hunt them down! That would be so much more fun! And gives us a reason to care! I enjoyed the flashbacks in this movie and not much else.

There's a good movie in here, it just needs to be re-edited.

Every character besides Con: 6-7/10 I liked how fucked up everyone was, and most of my issues are with the writing. They acted with what they had, and they had shit. Somehow our 3 criminals come off as a weird trio accidentally, just through chemistry. I wanted a movie about them. The spare characters just seemed to try to have fun beside our protagonist. She did the whole dead eyes, getting justice thing. In the end, it didn't even fulfill her. Finding the truth did, not assisting in their downfalls.

Con! 6-7/10 Loved it: Once I accepted he was playing a goofy junkie, I was having a good time. The scene where she saves him after the interrogation was weird. It put me off his character for a few scenes. He was into her and tried to make a move, she told him he needed protection, and that whole story line was just dropped. WHY!

FLASHBACK ANGEL WAS FUN. I don't know the order they shot this, but currently, Angel felt like an always high junkie. Flashback Angel felt like the shitty friend who bullies the friend group and doesn't contribute to anything. When they fall apart he's panicking and loses all bravado. He's fun. I don't think I've seen a bad performance from him. The plot and writing just dragged it all down.

OVERALL: 5-6/10 Writing can kill a movie, and it murdered this one. Definitely the worst of the bunch so far. I enjoyed it, but in a 'cant look away sort of way', it was very fun to watch and just see the action unfold. So do with that what you will.

I'd recommend this movie if you're here for Con. If I wanted to watch this plot again, I'd just watch Vengeance Is Mine. Low B tier overall for movie+Con. Just above the projects where he has almost no time.

Looking at IMDB he did this after Dancing Thru the Dark and the same year as Scarborough Ahoy. How the ever loving fuck?

I would love to hear everyone's thoughts down below, including the usual suspects!

@mossiestpiglet @ivegotnonameidea @treesofgreen

Have an amazing day y'all!

#con o'neill #con oniell #3 Step to Heaven #3 steps to heaven #3 steps to Heaven 1995 #Con's Conography #Angel Farnham

[lonelyasawhisper]

Records

Creem, 1st March 1977

Queen - A Day At The Races by Billy Altman

(Elektra)

When Queen was first kicking around the airwaves, one was tempted to giggle at, and possibly even enjoy, their heavy metal meets the National Barbershop Quartet Society sound. "Liar" was lots of fun, especially if you were a devout Catholic and it generally appeared that Queen was well on its way to grabbing Jethro Tull's guilt ridden crown of thorns which lan Anderson had blown by showing his true colors once too often via Passion Play and Queen didn't appear to be too serious about all this stuff either. Of course, A Night At The Opera screwed up that notion completely. A good friend of mine who sees AM radio's biggest value as motivator through pain—not so much that you want to drive with the radio on as wanting to get where you're going quicker so that you no longer have to have it on—just loves to throw "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the jukebox at bars because it used to help us all drink quicker so that we wouldn't care if it was on or not. With that album though Queen ceased to be a joke, trading reservations in the pew for a box at the Met. Uh, uh—that's where I get off fella—the Mothers of Invention's "Brown Shoes Don't Make It" was more than enough for me.

So here's A Day At The Races (what's next? Monkey Business, Room Service or Love Happy?) and there's a terminal cuteness about this album that is, to be brutally frank, as sickening as Chastity Bono. La-dee-dah, "I'm A Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy," "You Take My Breath Away," (hubba-hubba) and, oh yes, "The Millionaire Waltz" (did you know that Freddie Mercury buys rare paintings in his spare time?). It does go on. Plenty of music hall bravura—Freddie Mercury as the King Sisters, except that Brian May is not Alvino Rey. Actually, Brian May hardly does much of anything on this album which means that unless you're a rock 'n' roll pansy you're not going to like this record very much (obviously these guys never got their tickets to Suffragette City).

Now that they're such good buddies with us Yanks they think they can throw in a tune like "White Man" (two words; these clown have obviously never read R. Crumb), about the plight of the Indians. Personally, I'd rather have Mark Lindsay's remake of "Indian Reservation" or "Please Mr. Custer" than this piece of "we're holier than you and besides it's not even our problem." But that's not the topper —the last track is "Teo Terriatte (Let Us Cling Together)" (cling, cling, as in static; somebody should have thrown a sheet of Bounce into the final mix), with chorus in a foreign language, Japanese I think. Now on the cover of this mag it says "America's Only Rock 'n' Roll Magazine" so if you want to do something for your country, cut out the last track and mail it to your Tokyo pen pal from high school who you never wrote back to, namely because you couldn't understand their English. Maybe he or she will appreciate it. In fact, why don't you mail them the whole album? And thank you for being an American.

Bonus:

Mail

Creem, 1st May 1977

Incest Is A Family Affair

I just read your article on Queen by Billy Altman and I hated it, in fact, I think it sucked out loud! I have most of the magazines on Queen and I never read a most rotten [Definitely, sic!—Ed.] article. If you write about a group you should build them up, not put them down. I'm not the only one to feel this way so Billy Altman..."Bite My Ass" 'cause Queen is Num. 1!

Mary Beth Barber

Charlotte, N.C.

(You've got a point...they're "num", all right. — Ed.)

Retrieved from The Creem Archive

#article #review #a day at the races #adatr #queen band #creem #1976 #1977

[quicksilversleatherjacket]

Twenty-One

Warnings: Language, Mentions of sick but nothing too bad, Alcohol and being drunk. This is mainly fluff, Starring wholesome Peter. I am an absolute SIMP for wholesome Peter, I will deny it no further.

Peter Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Context: You're a bit drunk after your 21st birthday party, and Peter is looking after you <3

Peter said nothing as he stared at you worriedly, you were spinning around on the table, drunk. "Peter I love youuuuu!"

Peter put his palm to his face in slight embarrassment, as Scott walked over. "I think you need to take her back to her room now, she'll be ill tomorrow and Charles will probably be a bit pissed off." Peter sighed, "You're right, Imagine we have to go off on a mission tomorrow, She'll be screwed."

He put on his jacket and walked towards Jean who you were attempting to give a lap dance to. "Come on y/n, you need to come get some rest." He put his arm around you and helped you up to your room. "Nooooo, party!" You said to him trying to turn around and run the other way. "Y/n please, your drunk." He whispered.

You shrugged and continued to fight until Peter asked you to give him the keys to your dorm. You stopped, a smirk plastered on your face. "If you want them, come get them." You pulled the front of your dress and dropped the keys down into your bra. "Oh my god y/n, I actually hate you sometimes." Peter chuckled before taking you to his dorm, he would have used his super speed to get you there quicker, the sooner you get rest the less likely you'll be ill tomorrow, but he wasn't sure if you'd be able to stomach it, so he did it the old fashioned way.

You were slowly starting to come to your senses by the time you got to his room, He opened the door and you ran straight to his bathroom. He knocked on the door "Y/n, are you alright? Do you need me?" You didn't reply with words, just a groan and what sounded like a yes. He walked in and knelt behind you, he picked up your hair into a makeshift ponytail and held it back for you, he placed a kiss on your shoulder and you immediately became less tense. In the end you didnt throw up, but you did get a headache. Peter helped wash your face, wiping off your smudged makeup and then took you out to lay on his bed. He couldn't get into your room, so he went and got you one of his shirts to wear. He had considered getting Kitty to walk through your door and get your stuff, but decided you'd prefer his shirt instead.

Just like he thought, your eyes lit up at the sight of his signature 'Rush' shirt as you scrambled towards the edge of his bed. You started to try and get changed but you were fumbling with the zipper on the back, "Help?" You looked at him, giving your best puppy eyes. Peter became slightly awkward, he didn't want you to think he was taking advantage of you if he helped you undress (consent king) He thought for a moment before using his speed to undress you and put his shirt on you. He stopped for a second to look at you stood there in his shirt and your underwear, butterflies swarmed into his stomach, God did this boy love you more than anything.

You sat down on his bed and stretched your arms out to him, and he came and sat next to you. Just as he was getting comfy, "Wait." You said as you got up and picked up your keys and wandered off. He chuckled to himself as he saw you walk back in to his room dragging a blanket behind you and holding a stuffed bear with a red ribbon around it's neck. You crawled up the bed and sat back next to him "This is Ned, I've had him since I was 2. " Peter couldn't help but laugh. "WHAT?!" You looked up at him slightly angry. "Oh it's nothing, apart from the fact the 'most badass xmen' still has her childhood teddy bear."

You punched his shoulder playfully. "Remind me who lived in his mom's basement until 2 months ago?" Peter gasped, but started laughing nontheless, before pulling you into his lap and giving you a kiss. "I think you need to get some sleep miss." He leaned back against his headboard and smiled to himself as you wrapped yourself in the blanket and leaning down onto his chest.

"I love you Peter."

He smiled softly as he wrapped his arms around you, "I love you too, Happy birthday."

#peter maximoff #peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff fanfiction #evan peters #evan peters x reader #marvel #xmen #quicksilver x reader

[rabidredsalsa]

Sekai (particularly, akito,toya,tsukasa,rui) boys meeting there s/o and thinking she's a he because she likes wearing male clothes and is a gentleman and girls have a crush on her ( you know like a "trap" was it called that in anime😅😅) like there reaction when finding out she's a girl and there heart goes doki doki ♥️♥️

okay help this made me think of aoi miyake/juri saijo and gave me even more motivation to write for it

SHINONOME AKITO ; AOYAGI TOYA x TRAP!READER

part two (rui and tsukasa) coming soon!

okay, before he actually got to know you, he probably hated your guts

he didn't want attention at ALL, regardless if it's from the girls or guys from kamiyama, but he just found it so annoying how you managed to get so popular so quickly

and how whenever you entered the classroom, a swarm of people would suddenly materialize around you, and how you acted so sweet towards everyone

how you managed to find time for every one of your admirers without getting too personal with them

how you gave him that signature heartfelt 'good morning' smile you gave each one of your classmates, despite the death stares you occasionally got from him

at least he thought he hated you, though he was more likely jealous than annoyed with you

how come you were always so up-close with other people but never seemed to approach him?

although, he was aware these type of feelings were really meaningless and petty, so those thoughts sizzled out at some point

he came to terms with the fact that you were a genuinely sweet person and wasn't trying to rub your charisma in his face on purpose

if you're more social with people who don't throw themselves out there much, he'd probably be pretty good friends with you by now

he was pretty surprised when you started showing up at weekend garage to watch him and his group practice more and more often, but he didn't mind the opportunity to talk to you more

plus the rest of vbs seemed to enjoy your company as well, since an always would be the first one to greet you when you showed up, and kohane and toya seemed to find you easier to open up to, so he didn't really have anything to complain about

except for the fact that the other three looked at him with an overly puzzled expression whenever he talked about you (since they caught onto the fact that you're a girl way quicker LMAO)

it only really hit him after he noticed you were never on the boys' team in pe class, and he's never seen you in their bathroom/dressing room before

he was hesitant about asking you at first, but eventually he brought it up suddenly in one of your usual conversations - and to his surprise, you weren't mad or shocked at all, you just burst out into laughter to the point you had to place a hand on his shoulder for support

you blurted out the answer while still giggling uncontrollably and letting him know that this definitely isn't the first time you've been asked this specific question

he mentally facepalmed himself so hard

"hah.. well, uh, you definitely took that a lot lighter than i expected you to... sorry 'bout that.."

at least he could finally explain to himself why he got so internally upset every time you got a bit too close with the girls or boys in the class, or why his heart seemed to skip a beat whenever he heard your laugh or saw your smile

in his eyes, you were the definition of a 'perfect' person

amazing fashion sense, natural charisma and an attractive princely personality, ability to emphasize with others no matter what, above average grades and polite yet casual way of speaking

he really looked up to you, and he'd probably been one of your admirers before the 'grand reveal', although he didn't really know it was actually attraction, since it was mostly unconscious

you could tell by the way he stuck around you at school, offered to help you whenever he could, and successfully engaging in conversation with you despite not being very social

literally everyone knows about his puppy crush on you at this point

the funniest thing is he never gave your gender a single thought!! like ever LMAO

like he could be completely aware that nearly everyone assumes you're a guy, since your voice is deeper than most people's, because of the way you dress and act and who you regularly hang out with, yet not doubt anything after seeing you only ever go to the girls' bathroom and wear girls' sports uniform

a lot of his classmates have been starting to spread rumors after he suddenly unglued himself from akito and started following you around instead

you never really had a problem with it - quite the opposite actually! his company was never overwhelming but at the same time he wasn't dry or boring to be around either

he just has this soothing vibe to him and you couldn't possibly ever complain about that

he finds your patient and 'gentlemanly' behavior really comforting to be around and he genuinely feels like he can fully be himself around you, and he even surprised himself at how fast he managed to open up towards you

an (and mizuki after the kamiyama event) have to be his personal messenger sometimes when he's too shy to tell you something

like he could be sheepishly talking to akito in the other side of the room and suddenly an's next to you saying "toya thinks you look really nice today!" while chuckling slightly

if it's mizuki then they'd definitely be way more smug about it but we won't be getting into that right now🧚‍♂️👽😍😱🥵🥰

his heart literally does cartwheels whenever you show up to his rehearsals and he's actually so ridiculously obvious that it's torture for an and akito how you two aren't an item yet

the only instance when he'd actually question your gender is when akito gets fed up one day and tells him "so, are ya gonna ask that girl out or not? she isn't gonna be on the market forever, i think that's obvious to you too."

that's when he started constantly trying to come up with ways to ask you about your gender identity without seeming weird or offensive

luckily that wasn't really necessary, since you casually brought it up yourself while the two of you were discussing a school project, saying "you know, it was pretty interesting how everyone got paired with classmates of the same gender but you and i haven't. our teacher must've gotten confused, eh? heh heh."

"ah, i see. that changes things, doesn't it?"

#project sekai #proseka #vivid bad squad #akito shinonome x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai x reader

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by @ice-icebaby: Hi harlie, I just got a fine idea... Congratulation on your event✨💓 Could I request a sasuke x reader with this song. The lyrics suit him so well 😭😭😭

I absolutely LOVE this song and I agree that it's got Sasuke vibes for sure. 🥺 I hope you like it bby. ❤ It got a little longer than I intended it too. 😂

Apocalypse || Sasuke x fem!Reader

Birthday Event Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word Count: 1.8k

Song Choice: Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

"You leapt from crumbling bridges Watching cityscapes turn to dust Filming helicopters crashing in the ocean From way above"

If there was one thing that Sasuke Uchiha had never been good at, it was letting go of the past. Letting go of all the things that had once hurt him. This included all of the past relationships that he had been in, all the heartbreak that he had endured. It ruled his relationship now, and it was slowly leading to his feeling of hopelessness in another relationship.

Sasuke had gone from one person to another, telling himself that things would be different. Despite you telling him over and over that things would be different with you, those voices in his head were always there.

There had been nothing but lies, cheating, and what felt like the world hating him in the past and he couldn't see the world any other way. As much as it hurt you to see him that way, you didn't plan on leaving this man to fend for himself when it came to this. You were going to change his outlook, no matter what it took to do so.

The scars that it had left on his heart and on his life made you want to find every last girl before you and tell them how they had really missed out. Sasuke may be a little rough around the edges, but underneath all of that there was an amazing heart that was just looking for the right person to bring it out of him.

"Got the music in you baby, tell me why Got the music in you baby, tell me why You've been locked in there forever And they just can't say goodbye"

You had sat him down so many times before and asked him what was going on. You wanted to know everything, despite his reluctance to tell you everything. It had caused many arguments between the two of you, but you wouldn't let it get between you. You never let him give up like he wanted to many times before.

You had told him over and over again that the best way to get over his past was to talk about it. It was a way to get it off of his chest, but in the normal Uchiha fashion, he was stubborn.

But slowly you could tell that you were starting to get through to him. You were slowly starting to break down those walls. Every argument on the subject lately had been ending just a little bit quicker, ending with just a little bit more coming out of him.

It was a matter of time until he would finally let you in and you couldn't wait for the day. The day that you could finally help him repair the broken heart that he had been walking around with for far too long. The savior of the youngest Uchiha.

"Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers Wrapped in your arms You've been hiding them in Hollowed out pianos left in the dark"

The constant reminders that you gave him made him begin to realize that he was letting these things rule his life when he should be doing the opposite of it. Your reminders floated around his head even when he wasn't thinking about the situation. You told him over and over that the things that were in his past were now just that... in the past. Those memories shouldn't be ruling his life now, they were something that shouldn't affect his current memories.

Emotional distance was something that Sasuke had always had, since the day that the two of you had met. You had been determined to break down those walls. Working every day, tirelessly, to get through to him.

Sasuke was afraid to get attached. Every woman that he had been attached to in the past had just shown him that he should never have been in the first place. They all just hurt him in the long run. Why should this be any different?

"Got the music in you baby, tell me why Got the music in you baby, tell me why You've been locked in there forever And they just can't say goodbye"

Your voices would bellow through the house as you fought about the same thing over and over, but you didn't care. Fighting about this was nothing that you couldn't handle, and you knew that no matter how bad the argument was, Sasuke wasn't going anywhere.

"Sasuke, please. I know I sound like a broken record, but you need to open up to me. I can't help you until you do." You would plead with him, knowing that you'd probably get the same answer that you got any other time.

"It's not that simple, Y/n." He would slam his hand into the wall and watch as you jump, upset with himself for scaring you like he had. "I can't go through this again. I just can't."

Your anger would sometimes get the best of you, but he never blamed you. Sasuke knew just how hard he could be to be with. "You can't do what, Sasuke? You can't be in a relationship? You can't let people in?" You knew that your words were cutting into him, but it was what he needed to finally let those worries fade away. He needed to face the truth. "You're scared of getting your heart broken again... and I'm telling you that I won't do that. I'm not those other girls."

Those words would always make his eyes widen, realizing that you were right. You weren't the others, they were just bad memories that he was letting control him. "I-I'm sorry." His eyes would well up, but only after you had had this same argument many times. "I know you're not them. I'm just damaged. I'm damaged goods and you deserve so much more."

"Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers Flood is rising up on your knees, oh please Come out and haunt me, I know you want me Come out and haunt me"

The more he opened his eyes the more that he realized that you were a blessing for him. The more he finally let those walls down. The more he let those memories finally drift away from him, finally stopped them from ruining everything.

He began to realize that you were so much different than all the others that were in his life before. You weren't as secretive. You didn't leave for days on end without telling him where you were going. You didn't openly flirt with every man that came your way. You were a real woman who knew how to be in an adult relationship.

And he began to realize that even if your relationship did come to and end, it wouldn't be like the last. There would be heartbreak, but there wouldn't be the horrible memories to hold onto. He wanted nothing more than to make this work. He wanted to risk it, he wanted to feel alive. A healthy relationship for once in his life with a woman that he truly felt he could love.

The emotional distance that he always had slowly began to lower. He was actually able to tell you that he loved you back. He was even one to say it first.

"Sharing all your secrets with each other Since you were kids Sleeping soundly with the locket That she gave you clutched in your fist"

He would tell you about his life, he would tell you even the things that he had never told anyone before. His feelings for his brother would be brought out. His feelings about his family would come forth. And he wasn't afraid to tell you anything anymore. Sasuke knew that he wouldn't get burned like he did every time before.

You had known him since you had both been in the academy. You had helped him when it came to his Clan's massacre. You had been there this whole time, but he had blocked out all those memories when he had let his rage and anger take over.

But little did he know, one of the items that he carried around with him, one of the things that he could never quite place where he had gotten but always kept at his side, was from you. A necklace that had a single leaf as the charm. You had given it to him as kids to remind him that the Leaf was always going to be his home and he had kept it with him since.

It made its home on the end of his katana, dangling off of it just enough to remind him that it was there. When he had been in the toughest of battles when he left the village it was always in his view to remind him to keep going. Even when he wanted to destroy Konoha and all it stood for, he kept that necklace.

"Oh, oh When you're all alone I will reach for you When you're feeling low I will be there too"

And when those walls were finally broken down you made sure to remind him that you were always going to be there. You would never leave his side, even when it seemed like things were never going to get any better for him. He replayed your words in his head over and over when he was away from you. Memories of the night that you said are always playing on loop in his mind.

He laid his head in your lap, your hand running through his hair over and over. Just the feeling of another person's tender touch enough to have him melting where he was. "Sasuke," He would open his eyes and stare at you, nodding slightly to tell you that he was listening. "You know that I'll always be here for you, right?" His eyes would narrow some, confusion taking over his features.

As he opened his mouth to speak you placed a finger over his lips. "Even when you feel like you're all alone just remember that you're not, that I'll always be right here waiting for you." You looked toward the front door and smiled. "I'll be right here waiting to welcome you home." His eyes softened as he listened, not wanting to interrupt you. "And when you're feeling like nothing is going right, when you're feeling like nothing will ever change. I'll always be right here to listen to you." You smiled wide enough that your eyes closed tightly. "Don't ever forget that, alright?"

His hands would raise to you, cupping your face in them as he pulled you down toward him. His lips would caress yours, nothing but love and passion behind them as he felt warmth flooding his chest. He now truly knew what it was like to be happy, to have found that special someone.

Taglist: @monic00l @strangeinternetwasteland @rowley-with-ackerman @kyu-pine @ellechanwrites @barrysimpparker @impinthecloset @nikiniki743 @gmoonlight01 @mykuronekome @screechingtacobananaperson @dark-pinku @altogetherweathered @sparkleswritings @tiny93soo @korianrdr @undead-nyx @ari-hatake15 @taliyahvermillion @kakashiswilloffire @animepickle7 @rokudaddie @ani-girl-me @albino-otaku

©2021 bakubabes-hatake, please do not repost/modify without my permission, please do not use my work as ASMR without my permission

#sasuke x reader #sasuke uchiha x reader #naruto x reader #sasuke uchiha x y/n #naruto x y/n #sasuke x y/n #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke x you #naruto x you #sasuke uchiha imagines #sasuke imagines #sasuke birthday celebration #sasuke fanfiction #naruto imagines #sasuke uchiha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction #sasuke fanfic #sasuke uchiha fanfic #naruto fanfic #sasuke uchiha request #sasuke request #naruto request

[apollos-son]

✎ ❝You And I, It'll Always Be Us,❞

Rating ; 15+

Pairing ; Poly Ateez

Genre ; fantasy, adventure, fluff

Tags ; fluffy, lots of adventure, magic, illusions, some mysterious men in black fedoras gee I wonder who they could be...

Trigger Warnings ; blood, violence, lots of swearing, name calling

Summery ; In the heart of Seoul, eight supernatural men live semi-peacefully as they run through their day-to-day lives. They aren't fond of one another really, but that all changes as their red strings of fate are tied together by a mysterious force lurking in the shadows. This new connection sends them on a rollercoaster ride where they learn to love one another and fight for what's right.

I know this is unlikely but I do ask that you do not copy my work under any circumstances. Do not repost, translate or use my work without permission. Thanks :)

Smol tag list: @atiny-piratequeen , @leelovesatz , @catboy-dia , @btsheadquarters7

<- last intro • next intro ->

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

Sector One

"I Feel Familiarity When Our Hands Touch."

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

p.sh . . .

The streets of Seoul are usually packed during the evening though on that particular night it was eerily quiet. Seonghwa liked it this quiet, though. It didn't bother him at all really. After all, he was used to the dark. His mind was on Hongjoong, and how aggressive the littler male was. He had been in another protest today, dripping blood all over the apartment floor. It really made Seonghwa mad when there was a mess.

When Hongjoong first moved into his apartment they were on okay terms, despite Seonghwa outing immediately and rather bluntly that he didn't like the way Hongjoong dressed. He was like an emo wannabe he'd seen from the early 2000s. He called it being an "e-boy" and Seonghwa didn't know if that was better or worse. After that though, Hongjoong started to be rather venomous towards him. At first, he thought it was a game so he did the same thing right back.

That was, until Hongjoong said he hated him.

He didn't know why, but something deep within him was hurt by those words. They effected him in a way that he didn't really understand. Like something from the past was being hurt. He decided to ignore that pain, and he went to "hating" Hongjoong as much as he could with all of his being. But he even failed at that.

He didn't know why his 430 years of experience with other beings didn't help him at all. He'd had experiences with dragons, wolves and even humans! And yet none of it seemed to help him get on Hongjoong's good side. Despite the difficulty they had, he couldn't bring her himself to hate Hongjoong. He pretended to, but he couldn't actually. Seonghwa had realised about 254 years ago that he wasn't made to hate those around him. But Hongjoong's hate for him was so strong, so passionate and so... spiteful. He had no idea what he even did wrong in the first place because he had offered Hongjoong a home. Maybe it was because he commented on the youngie's fashion choices... was that a nerve he hit by accident?

Now he was contemplating, surely Hongjoong didn't hate him just because he said his fashion choices were.... odd to say the least. If that was the case then he had to make it up to him somehow! Maybe Hongjoong liked cooked meals?

"I know what I'll do..." he mumbles to himself carefully and he claps his hands together with a small nod. He walks ahead a bit quicker to return to the apartment before Hongjoong goes to sleep. He'll be listening to that loud pop music again, for sure. He just had to cook a nice meal and apologize.. that wouldn't be so bad, would it? He's apologized plenty of times in his longish lifespan, he thinks he can pull a simple one like this off.

His mind fell back to Hongjoong and his bleeding wounds and, with a small frown, he tries to make a promise to himself that he'll care about Hongjoong's wellbeing as much as possible. He knows the younger really enjoys going to those protests and fighting for rights but he can't keep letting Hongjoong do that. He might get himself killed..

Behind him, a taller man in black with red glowing eyes watched him. He looks downward at the tethered red string that the other was dragging behind him. Nobody else could see the red strings of fate. Only certain people could. The man in black reaches down to hold the frayed piece of string and sighed, looking over to his lookalike who was staring up at the sky as the rain began to fall. Solumnly, the man in black pulled a jewel of some kind from his pocket and spoke quietly into it.

"Hong.... I have the frayed string... one down, seven to go," he said ominously and quickly turned on his heel before his lookalike could spot him at all.

#ateez #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kang yeosang #choi san #song mingi #jung wooyoung #choi jongho #pirate au #ot8

[lovelywingsart]

Loss

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

This is... possibly my favorite story I've written for them, I can't even lie. :'D I don't get to write this kind of stuff often!

Ever wonder why she's missing an eye? (And why she hates the creatures in the factory so much?) Well, now you know.

**Hey! Small reminder that I have a 'Masterlist' for this now! I'll get updated and organized with every story uploaded <3 Please enjoy!**

---------------

*Warning?: Lots of blood, injury/loss of organ, death of multiple Haulers, general shock/panic from pain, medical help

Summary: While down in the tunnels, an unfortunate welding incident leads to a serious injury, dead zombies, and... a surprisingly caring Lord.

The sound of metal striking stone echoed through the tunnels. Grunts and groans of the mutant creatures who worked were common, though one was silent. Emelia kept her eyes on her own work, focusing enough to tune out the other noises except for that of the small welder she held up to a rather large pipe that was fixed to the stone wall. She kept her face covered with a mask, her eyes concentrated on the small area she needed to fix. It was an important pipe, one that would be used for fluid movement once fully integrated into the system of other pipes and machinery. It was a common job for her now, and she enjoyed it. She was relatively left alone due to the proximity of the sparks, and she had come to find that the creatures around her were technically under Lord Heisenbergs command. The man had mostly guaranteed they wouldn't touch her, and he had been mostly right. They didn't touch her physically, but sometimes they got a bit too close for comfort, both physically and while swinging their weapons. And so she preferred to stay off to the side most days, but this time she was forced to be close due to the area in dire need of repairing.

She was careful with the welding, mostly for her own well-being; One wrong move and she was potentially getting hurt. While the sparks from the welding hitting didn't bother her now as much they used to when she was fully human, the feeling of a mis-directed full blast from the welder onto her covered fingers was still a painful possibility, even with the thick gloves she was given. She had to admit, the close proximity of the mutant creatures made her... nervous. She forced herself not to jump with every strike their weapons made against the stone, though she stopped as there was a hit VERY close to her side.

The welder was turned off and she roughly lifted the helmet, glaring at the groaning creature that had stumbled close.

"Back off!!" She snarled, making the creature take a step back and give a screech in response.

She refrained from lunging at it, hearing Heisenbergs words in the back of her mind. 'They're brainless idiots, but they won't attack you as long as they have those pieces on their heads. Leave them alone and you'll be fine.' He had said, and she gave a huff. Sure, they wouldn't attack, but they would come damn close to simply hitting her as they swung their axes to chip away at stone.

She narrowed her eyes at the one who had wandered close as it simply resumed it's own work, failing to notice the ever growing crack it had been causing in a smaller pipe next to the one she was working on. She simply returned the helmet to its position over her face with a huff before turning back to the pipe, bringing the welder up to finish the section she had been working on. It was a decently sized spot, and it was almost done... The angle was tricky to work with, but not the worst. But she kept glancing over at the mutant next to her with every swing, the sound and vibration of the axe hitting the wall causing more of a ringing in her ears than the welder did.

The crack in the smaller pipe got larger and larger, resulting in a small hiss of air that she caught on to almost immediately. She paused, lowering the welder to listen. What the hell...

It wasn't until the hissing grew much louder that she realized where it was coming from, and she tore off the helmet as the mutant raised its axe once more.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU-" she started, taking a step closer to the creature.

She was halted as it swung hard, hitting the wall with enough force to make her teeth rattle. There was a split second of silence before the cracked pipe nearly exploded, sending pieces of shrapnel flying with a concentrated blast of scorching hot steam- directly into her face. She had unintentionally moved in front of it, not noticing until an excruciatingly searing pain shot through her system and she lost vision.

An ear piercing screech left her throat as she stumbled back, her hands clasping and tearing at her face in a desperate attempt to make the pain stop. Blood flowed down her face from a gash across her nose and left temple, and the flesh around her right eye bubbled and bled. Her eye... Through her grasping, her now blood-covered hands found their way to her eye, and the decently sized piece of curved shrapnel that had embedded itself into the organ. She couldn't stop the gasps and yells of pain, her own ears deaf to her noises as tears of pain and shock streamed down her cheeks. Oh god it hurt... It hurt so much... She couldn't see... She couldn't BREATHE...

The creature had backed away in a startled fashion at her yelling, and the others had stopped their with with their heads turned towards her as she began to hyperventilate. The metal... The metal was... She grabbed at the piece of piping that now protruded from her face, taking a near wheezing gasp before instinctively yanking it away to remove it- along with the eye itself.

Another shrill scream of pain echoed through the tunnels, followed closely by the sound of heavy, running footsteps as she dropped the item in another wave of shock. Her back hit the wall as she thrashed from the pain, blood splattering and dripping all over her front and the ground. The vision in her left eye was clouded from the pain, and so she didn't see Heisenberg nearly skid around the corner- but she heard him through her cries.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" His voice boomed through the cavern, very obviously and incredibly pissed that his own work had been disturbed by the commotion. It wasn't until he realized the sight before him that he froze- the mutants had stopped working entirely, one even nearing something in the ground. That 'something', Heisenberg saw, was the piece of metal that had come from the broken pipe that was now filling the area with hot steam, embedded in a golden-irised eye. Blood covered the ground, a large trail of it leading to the source of the noise. His blood nearly ran cold as the sight of Emelia against the wall finally registered, her pained cries still echoing.

"What the hell-" he started, briskly making his way over to her as she doubled over and collapsed to her knees, blood now streaming down her arms and pooling on the ground as she kept her hands clasped over the right side of her face.

He managed to have her look up at him, his breath halting as she stared up at him with a wide eye and a horrified look on her blood soaked face. One more look around them helped fit the pieces together, and he lifted his arm. Smaller pieces of metal suddenly flew to the pipe, covering the hole and halting the steam. He instantly brought Emelia to his chest, feeling her shaking and sobbing as he bared his teeth. His attention was then directed at the mutant creatures, a spark of pure fury in his eyes as he shifted his hand. The metal devices over their heads suddenly constricted to extreme degrees, resulting in their skulls cracking and popping simultaneously with small explosions and fountains of blood. Each one fell to the ground as he made sure they were dead with the ever tightening devices, only stopping once their heads were nothing but piles of mush against the ground. His attention was turned once more to the crying woman against his chest, using his own hand to cover her face as he quickly picked her up. Her loud cries had resolved to panicked and pained sobs, her gasping breaths still irregular as he quickly made his way out.

"BREATHE, Emelia-" he said sternly, making a furious pace back towards the upper levels of the factory. He could feel her blood soaking through the shirt he wore, though he didn't exactly care at the current moment.

"Breathe." He repeated.

He utilized metal scraps to move quicker, and before he knew it, they were in his personal workshop. Emelias sobs had then lessened to wet gasps, though she still gripped her face under his hand while also gripping his jacket. It wasn't until he carefully set her down on a cushioned chair next to his table that she made an attempt to look at him, her mouth open as she took gasps and gulps of air. Heisenberg paused for a single moment, meeting her remaining eye. Her body shook as he finally pushed away, moving to rummage through a crate off to the side.

"You're in shock Emelia, you NEED to breathe." He said, finally returning with an impressive amount of medical supplies, namely gauze and a green liquid substance, as well as a simple clean rag. He knelt in front of her, managing to pry one of her hands away. The gashes along her nose and temple had healed about half way, though the one over her nose still bled a good amount. He ran the rag underneath the gash, clearing the blood away from her mouth and nose.

"Breathe. Can you hear me?" He asked, his voice now taking on a surprisingly concerned tone. He frowned as she didn't respond, simply staring at him as the stream of tears refused to slow. He grabbed her hand with his.

"Fine then, squeeze once for yes. Can. You. Hear. Me." He kept the rag pressed to her face, but gave a huff as he received a small squeeze around his fingers. "Good. I need you to BREATHE Emelia, you're not healing fast enough."

Emelia stared at him. Pain still surged through her system as she held onto his free hand, though she did attempt to control what breathing she could. Heisenberg seemed pleased as he listened, wiping away the remainder of the blood from the bottom half of her face.

"Good... Good." He spoke calmly, taking his hand away and nearly covering half of the rag with the green substance. She gave a pained whine as he pressed it to the gash, her breath catching in her throat and her body going rigid with sparks of pain as he dragged it along the wound. His eyes followed the rag, watching as the gash healed quicker with the liquid. He managed to clear her face of most of the blood before finally focusing on the area her other hand covered.

"I'm gonna need you to move your hand." He said simply, frowning as she let out a sudden scared whimper and backed away into the chair. He rolled his eyes and reached for her face, giving a slightly irritated grunt as she held up her free hand in near defense. "Emelia, if you don't move your hand, I'm going to pry it from your face and use every bit of scrap metal in this room to hold you down." He threatened, watching as she stiffened. "This will go much easier for you if you do what I say. Now move. Your. Hand."

He held up the rag in a threatening manor, moving two or three pieces of metal beside him to prove a point. Emelia was silent save for a few whines and whimpers, but her hand eventually twitched. She jumped as he lightly tugged her forward with her free hand, more panic returning to her remaining eye as her other hand was moved- and she realized she couldn't see. She couldn't see, and there was piercing, uncomfortable air where her right eye should have been. Another stream of tears started as her shoulders shook. When she pulled the metal, did she...- She didn't even realize...- She didn't think...-

Heisenbergs frown deepened as he saw the full extent of the damage, followed by her new, terrified sobs. The skin around the now empty socket had all but melted away, having bypassed the blistering point to be nothing but a bloody, shriveled mess. Her eyelids and eyebrow were now nonexistent, caught in the range of both the steam and the shrapnel that had hit her. The gash had actually traveled below her cheek and over her jaw, he noticed, and he pressed the rag against it to assist the healing process. But the eye... Or, the area where the eye used to be... That would take much longer due to the damage despite the bleeding having slowed considerably.

"Hold this." He said, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand to hold the rag against the bottom of the gash. Her lip trembled with silent sobs as he retrieved the gauze, nearly soaking it with the liquid as well. "This'll hurt like hell, but I need you to stay still." He said, leaning up to her height and holding onto her shoulder with a tight grip. Another scared whimper escaped her lips a she held up the gauze, though didn't move as he shot her a look.

She attempted to close her remaining eye and focus on the pressure of his hand on her shoulder, but was unable to stop the heavy cringe and cry of pain as the soaked gauze was pressed over the burns. Her hand flew up to hold Heisenbergs arm as if to push it away on instinct, but he forced her back against the chair to keep her still while she squirmed. He used his other hand to grab the other side of her face, managing to keep her head still with a grunt.

"Stay STILL." He growled, though he calmed somewhat as she gave him an odd look of fear. He sighed. "Easy..." he mumbled, keeping the soaked gauze pressed to her face while reaching for a new piece. He grabbed a larger, thicker piece, carefully maneuvering it over the one already against her skin. "Hold it."

He waited until her hand gingerly felt its way under his to hold the gauze, looking down in order to locate the small roll of medical tape he had grabbed. He pulled at it, nodding to her.

"Come here." He said simply, holding up a piece he had ripped off.

Emelia hesitantly moved forward, flinching as he applied pieces of the tape to the gauze and her skin, locking the substance in place while being careful to avoid the gash that intercepted the burns at points. She jumped as he suddenly grabbed her face to look straight forward at him, though was surprised to find his grip... gentle.

"You're still in shock." He said quietly, his voice having an entirely different tone than before. "You're staying up here for now. You don't get a choice."

She stared at him for a moment before giving a stiff nod. He returned the nod, standing in front of her, though unsurprised as she didn't move save for her shaking. There was a moment of silence as he moved the supplies to the table before giving a huff. Well, she couldn't just sit in the chair the whole time... She'd be in the way of his own work. But more importantly, she wouldn't have room to relax, nor would he have room to screw around with metal pieces as he usually did, and something told him she didn't want to see flying metal anytime soon. An idea suddenly clicked in his mind, and he shrugged.

"Alright. Hold on, Emmy." Hs said casually.

Emelia looked up at him for a moment before letting out a surprised yelp as he suddenly scooped her up into his arms. She held her palm over the gauze with one hand still, but held onto his shoulder for dear life with the other as he walked to the door hidden around the corner. She flinched and closed her eye as he nearly kicked it open, curling to his shoulder in a nervous huddle. He couldn't help but sigh as he felt her move, only stopping once he reached a small room at the top of another set of stairs. More tables lined the walls, as well as a small couch-like object in the corner. He took her to the couch, setting her down carefully and watching as she cuddled to the cushions with a shudder and a sniffle.

"Stay here for... however long." He said, looking down at his blood stained clothing with a frown. "I need to change my shirt."

He nearly chuckled as she let out a whimper.

"Eh, I'm not worried. Wish I would've been a bit more prepared for blood is all." He replied simply, shrugging off his jacket. She flinched as he draped it over her shoulders, though she almost instantly cuddles into it with a shaky breath. An amused smile crossed his features before he stood straight, turning to head towards the door. "I'll come back with more gauze... Next time, don't move. The shock should wear off in a bit, but the pain will last longer. Trust me, I know."

He received no response save for another whimper before he finally left the room. This would be one hell of a few hours, he thought... Maybe days, depending. He knew she'd be fine... She always was. Wait, why was he even worried? WAS he worried??

Oh, hell... This would be interesting.

#oc #resident evil #resident evil village #resident evil oc #resident evil village fanfiction #resident evil village oc #karl heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #re8oc #re8 heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #heisenberg fanfiction #lovelywingsocs #LovelyWings Writes #Metalworks Fanfiction

[lovecanbesostrange]

Let me type some things up quickly on my phone about Netflix' Cowboy Bebop (lots of typos and half-thoughts incoming)

Overall I enjoyed it. It's a different version of things that never lets you forget its roots. Which is good and bad. They kept a sense of anime, a cartoonish feel, opting for style and looks (and dutch camera angles) over realism. So it never feels like a standard tv show. There is something artificial about it and if you've seen the anime you recognize so many shots (and sometimes you wonder why they didn't go for a 1:1). It's a choice and after a while that sucked me in - nice. It will turn lots of people away for sure.

Now I honestly never cared too much about Vicious and the Syndicate. It's important to understand Spike, good tragic backstory and all. I get why it's use as the red thread in the background, the overarcing plot, but personally I don't give a shit. I'd rather spent more time with Jet, Spike and Faye bowling or arguing about dinner. That's what I'm here for.

But I get it, my desire for x-of-the-week plots and the least amount of a continous narrative is not comparible with today's tv. *sigh* Well, at least it's different. Even though Vicious is now weirdly the most cartoony character, sticking out (well, s2 will change that with Ed... ... ... you know what, gonna ignore the last minute for now, as much as I laugh anime Ed I felt that hyperactive energy could easily break a live action adaption and... ... ... huh... let me skip that hornet's nest now...)

I don't know how to feel about Vicious not being the hyped pretty villain who shits ice cubes. He's like a parody Bond villain now?? It's kinda funny. But also Julia... holy fuck, she has agency. So much. And I hate to admit that it makes sense here. Her resentment towards Spike? Years with Vicious as a trophy wife, denied any freedom, wanting out, but plotting so hard she takes over? Wow.

I'm sorry for everybody who loved her character, because they will feel betrayed. She was so important as the unobtainable tragic romance for maximum angst. Now she is a pissed off... guess crime boss now. Her grab for power and control.

Funny enough I never liked the Spike/Faye pairing as a ship. In the anime it felt like if Spike ever fell for somebody else it would diminish Julia's existence (and with little to no agency there wasn't much else to her). But if Julia now divorces Vicious for being a coward and her captor, while also saying no to Spike since he never tried to rescue/free her... it's funny I just saw someone complaining that Spike/Faye is dead in the live action, because of their sibling vibes, but to me I can see this Spike move past Julia for the first time at all.

Faye. My beloved. I was sad we didn't get to see her leveling something with aachine gun as an intro. But hey, she showed up at the church in spectacular fashion. I would've given some more screentime to her trust issues and feeling insecure, ro dive into what it means not having a past. I also think the femme fatale trope she embodies should be used in the future. But having her as a competent bounty hunter (who did use her feminity like with the tango) is up my alley. Even though you have to wonder how she got those skills in the two years since waking up. The natural con artist moments with now "Mom" Whitney were great.

I do like that it didn't take long to get on Jet's and Spike's good side. If she had been in eps2+3 in at least one scene as a little annoyance, they could have captured a slower progress. This way, how she turns around to save them and gets a cabin and also a bonding moment with Spike... I enjoyed that. Spike, Jet and Faye genuinely like each other quicker and see above, them bowling was one of my fav moments. That and the lufa on a stick. XD

Out of the three Faye is the most different. And not just because of the random hook-up with the mechanic. I wonder how it feels like to first time viewers with no anime knowledge. In the simulation we got a good shot of a memorial for the gate explosion and we did see the destroyed moon. But the characters know and son't comment on it. There is a reference to the evacuation and rich people taking dogs over humans. The worldbuilding left a big gap. And I wonder how Faye's backstory will play out from here.

I like Jet, keeper of the braincell nobody listens to. His fatherly ambitions shine through and I was really glad he made it to the recital (in hilarious fashion with Spike fighting in the background, thanks for making me laugh).

Ein is a good dog. :3

Oh, right, Ana. A+

I felt like John Cho had the time of his life with this and well, good for him. A lot with the acting falls into this style of creating memorable, heightened shots over natural conversations. So... *shrug emoji*

Friday evening I wasn't that in the mood, watched the first two eps. Saturday I wanted to do something else, but started ep3 and then didn't go back to the plan and rather watched. It was entertaining! Not my ideal live action version, but I also don't hate it. There are pros and cons and I take the sibling relationship anyday. But I have learned long ago to not hype my own expectations with adaptations, I'm super mellow in that regard and accept alternative takes.

#Cowboy Bebop 2021

[lennydaisy]

EPIPHANY // OUTER BANKS

The Outer Banks. Paradise on earth. Well, it is if you can afford it.

Figure 8, home of the portentous and intitled. So detached from reality that you'd have to use their private jets to bring them back down to the ground. If they're not lounging around on their secluded beaches in front of their White House sized mansions, then they're at the country club complaining that their ice-cold lemonade isn't ice-cold enough. We call them Kooks. Guess where I don't live?

Next up, The Cut, neutral habitat of, drum roll please ladies and gentleman... The Pogues. Lowest members of the food chain. You see, it's one island divided in two. You either have two houses or two jobs. I have two jobs and will still never be able to afford one house, let alone two, but that's life I guess. The Pogues are like those kids your parents tell you to stay away from when you visit the park. Well, now the park has stretched to all aspects of life warranting us to be unwanted and neglected which isn't such a bad thing, that just means we get to do whatever we want, whenever we want.

Right now, however, this is the last place I want to be. Save-A-Lot. One of my two jobs. See how this all ties in?

The continuous, subtly, beeping of the scanner, the bright overhead lights that the same moth has been flying into for a week now, that one cart that you can hear before you see, and this frustratingly itchy, red polo shirt that I'm wearing because it's 'oh-so mandatory'.

It's been reported that a storm is going to hit us in a couple of days, so naturally, the stores been busier than usual, with both Kooks and Pogues. It's like sacred land, all differences get put aside in this very store unless there's a two for one deal at the seafood counter. In that case, no one's safe, not even me, the poor, little employee. I've been slapped with a Tuna Fish before. I don't want to talk about it.

"Can I interest you in some... What are they again? Sea salted chocolate with a crushed Macadamia nut shell and a rich creamy filling, homemade by Mrs Adams?" I squint at the packaging before smiling at the man before me who peered at me, head tilted slightly. Nodding instantly, already knowing the answer, "I don't blame you, I wouldn't trust anything made by that lady."

Smashing my fingers on the scratch invested, touch screen register, slapping the side of the machine until it eventually rings up the total, "That'll be $148.98 however, you get the extended family discount, so that makes it..." twirling my finger around the air, attempting the mental math, "10% off $148," I utter, closing my eyes as if that's going to help me find the answer quicker. 'I knew I should have joined the math team with Pope.'

"$134," the man affirms looking at me sympathetically, halting my search for my calculator that is normally taped to the till. I take the mans money, squinting at him, "Okay, I'll take your word for it man but if I get fired, I want a job at The Wreck," handing him his receipt.

"We'll see," he said putting his packed bags back into his cart, "I'll get through to you one day. You can't deny I'm your favourite" I state in a matter of fact, waving him off as he pushes his cart away from the checkout, "Bye Mason."

"I don't hear you denying it," I shout, watching him hurridly pushing his cart towards the door, "Okay bye Mr Carrera, tell Kie I said hi!"

Twirling around in my chair a couple of times, I came to a stop at the sight of a pink calculator, my pink calculator, taped to Mrs Adams till. That Bitch. I sit patiently for her to be done with her customers, waving at the elderly couple as they pass, "See you later Mr and Mrs Graham, have a nice day," I smile.

"Oh you too Mason, you should stop by again, you and your friends were such a delight the last time," Mrs Graham praises tapping her ringed fingers on my counter. Nodding at her request as her husband began to drag her away from me, claiming he 'Wants to be home today not tomorrow,' knowing his wife to be quite the blether.

"What a pleasant young lady. Wouldn't you agree, Marty?"

"Oh yes, very well mannered."

"Listen here, sticky fingers, I know you stole my calculator" My smile instantly dropping as I look upon the thief that I have the pleasure of calling my co-worker.

Mrs Adams is your typical grandma. Tonged hair, thick-rimmed glasses and filled with opinions that are always unwarranted. She has had it out for as long as I can remember, once locking me in the walk-in freezer claiming to not know I was in there despite being in there with me moments before. At least I only have to deal with her a few days a week, I couldn't handle any more than that.

"What calculator?" she questions innocently. Pointing my finger accusingly at her till where low and behold, sits my calculator, "Oh really, what's that then?"

Sparing a glance at my calculator, she shakes her head, nose pointed up, "That's an anniversary gift from my husband. I, by no means, stole your calculator."

I can't believe I'm having this conversation.

Laughing at her alibi, "Are you aware of how much bullsh-", the clearing of a throat interrupts my tangent and I suddenly became aware of where I am again. Mrs Adams raises her eyebrows at me, is she mocking me? Glaring at her one last time as to say 'this conversation isn't over', I timidly spun my chair back around, plastering a smile on my face, getting ready to greet my next customer.

Oh no.

"Hi, Mr Cameron," I greet the man, scratching behind my ear hoping he didn't overhear me. Beginning to scan his items, another figure catches my eye.

Rafe.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, I present the biggest dickhead on the entire island. He thinks everybody owes him something just because his daddy is well known throughout the OBX and has no problem expressing his distaste for anyone who doesn't fit his agenda. He's a cocky, arrogant snob who needs to be knocked off his podium a few inches, or feet.

"Hello, Mason, and how many times have I told you to call me Ward?"

"Clearly not enough for me to listen," I mutter under my breath, passing the already packed bags towards a very accepting Rafe, who snatched them with a scrawl printed on his face, "Your face will stay like that if the winds change" I advise innocently, waving my fingers around my forehead area, "Don't want to get any wrinkles, but if you need some anti-ageing cream, I'm sure Mrs Adams can recommend a few of her favourites,"

"Maybe even get you a coupon," I suggest finishing to scan the last of their items, "Isn't that right, Mrs Adams," I called to the lady over my shoulder how instantly peeped up at the chance to chat with the boy.

"Oh, yes. Come here deary, I'll show you my collection,"

It's no secret throughout the OBX that Mrs Adams is a bit of a renowned cougar, having no problem expressing herself towards any sort of male attention. Mrs Adam doesn't discriminate, so even assholes like Rafe can't escape the clutches of her fondness, but she's harmless... most of the time.

Ward nudges his son in the direction of the lady, who is eagerly waiting for the boy with her creams placed in an orderly fashion before her. Rafe's eyes practically begging for his dad to have some mercy on him only to earn a point in her direction.

"I hate you," he huffs at me, feet dragging towards the ladies till.

Fluttering my eyes with a cheesy smile, "I know," I say before turning to finish Mr Cameron's groceries.

"That's $236 please," I state ringing up his total as he slides his card into the swipe machine, "It'll take a minute, a caveman has better technology than this place." He shakes his head at me, waving his hand slightly, understanding.

"Sea salted chocolate, uh?" he wonders picking up the bar, as I mentally slap myself for forgetting to ask if he was interested, "Would you like to buy one?" I questioned despite already knowing his answer. It's the same one that I've heard all day.

Placing the packet back in its place he shakes his head, "No thank you, I wouldn't trust anything made by that lady."

"That's what I'm saying," ripping off his receipt before handing it to him, "Thank you, Mason," he laughs before turning towards his son, who is still listening to Mrs Adams ramble on about why she prefers Olay over Caudlíne.

About to bid farewell to the man, he turns and asks, "I hate to be a bother and I know it's short notice, but would you mind babysitting Wheezie for me on Saturday morning, I know you don't normally work weekends, it's just this storm's going to cause a run-in with my properties and-"

"Of course I will, Mr Cameron," I interrupted his ramble. He looks at me relieved, nodding his head, "See you later, Mason."

"Bye Ward," gross, I'm sticking with Mr Cameron.

Watching as the pair walk past my till I can't help but laugh as I see Rafe slouching away with a tub of Olay Anti-ageing cream. Turning around at the sound, he flips me off, "I'll get you back for this," earning a shoving on the shoulder from his dad, but I can't help but wave cheerily, "Oh, I'm sure you will."

Mr Ward Cameron, my other boss. A few years ago I put up flyers with a tear-off of my phone number offering a babysitting service. Safe to say, I got my fair share of prank calls and when I got a call from someone claiming to be Mr Cameron I assumed it was someone messing with me again, but it turns out it wasn't. He genuinely needed someone to watch his youngest daughter Wheezie and I needed cash, and he does pay generously, especially now considering recent circumstances.

Glancing at the clock that is nailed above the exit I see that it's 2:00 P.M, the best time of my day, getting out of here. Grabbing the key from my pocket, I lock up the till before heading toward the poor excuse of a staff room.

Glancing around the room blue painted room, making sure no one is still on their lunch, I quickly grab my bag and dash over to the fridge. I never, and mean never, condone stealing, that's why I don't call it that. I prefer 'borrowing and then 'forgetting' to give it back'. Sure, I never asked if I could 'borrow' the alcohol that I am currently stuffing in my bag but, that's neither here nor there.

I throw my bag, which I can already tell is going to cause my back hell, over my shoulder. I grab Kie longboard, which I did ask for permission to use, and begin to make my way past the checkouts.

Before leaving, I pivot around, "Hey, Mrs Adams," I called out just to see that she was already glaring in my direction, a bit creepy if you ask me, "Don't worry, you've only got like what, another 6 hours?" acting like I didn't know as I pointed at the clock.

"Oh, and before I forget," I rush over to her counter and rip my calculator off her till. Smiling sweetly at the older lady, saluting her as I leave, "See you next week, Mrs Adams," I laugh, running out the door, jumping onto the longboard.

Let the fun begin.

Now there is something about my friends that you should know. As cheesy as its sounds, we're a group of misfits who happen to fit perfectly together, well almost perfectly, but no matter what we've got each other backs.

Now, where do we start?

JJ Maybank. We've been best friends since the third grade after he got into a fight with some kids who were making fun of me for having a 'boys name', and I haven't been able to get rid of him since. He's the guy who jokingly pushed me off the HMS Pogue only to quickly find out that I couldn't swim. I insisted that it was fine but JJ doesn't take no for an answer and took it upon himself to personally teach me.

He's the most loyal guy I know, willing to drop anything to help his friends. I most definitely developed my kleptomaniac tendencies from him and despite how much I deny it, I have a soft spot for him.

Next, Kiara Carrera or Kie, my best and only girl friend. I met Kie during her first year at the Kook Academy, I had seen her around before, passing out leaflets about how 'we're killing our planet' and that 'the turtles deserve better'.

I was about to go fishing with my dad when I saw someone sitting at the dock, feet dangling in the water. Long story short: she was supposed to meet up with some of her 'friends' but they had sailed away leaving her behind. So, I asked if she would like to come fishing with us, half expecting her to say no, being partly a Kook and all, but she said yes. And now she's one of us, the Pogues. Not sure how her parents feel about that, but there is no denying I'm their favourite. Right?

There's Pope Heyward. I met Pope in the first grade. We were sitting beside each other at assembly and he dared to tell me that my singing voice sounded like cats dying, not that he was any better mind you. I had seen him around the cut a few times, helping his dad with deliveries and after seeing him struggle to carry four bags of groceries, I offered him some help. Of course, being a stubborn 6-year old boy, he delined saying 'I don't need your help, I'm super strong'. Safe to say, two seconds later I was carrying two bags and helped Pope and Mr Heyward with the rest of the deliveries that day.

I got an earful from my dad when I got home, but I didn't care, I'd made a friend that wasn't my brother. They didn't believe me when I said I had a friend called Pope, just brushing it off as one of my imaginary friends. Let's just say they got a fright when my 'imaginary friend, Pope' showed up at the Château.

Speaking of, up next, John Booker Routledge, John B. My twin, fraternal twin. Is 12 minutes older than me and will never let me forget it. My favourite memory with John B was when he fought to the death with our triplet in the womb. Okay, maybe that didn't happen, but you weren't there so, where's your evidence that it didn't?

He's my other half, not my better half because we all know I'm the better twin, and I couldn't live with him and his optimism. He can be irrational at times, but he always has plan A-Z mapped out in his head. I'm currently trying to convince him that we psychic powers, and by currently I'm mean from the day we were born. It's a weird sensation like there's a pit in the bottom of my stomach, and once I get that feeling I know that something's not right. And with a brother like John B, I get that feeling at least 3 times a day.

Might as well introduce myself whilst I'm at it. I'm Mason, Mason Routledge. The better twin. Yes, I too, have a middle name but I will never tell it to anyone because of how utterly embarrassing it is. I have managed to swear John B to secrecy, but I know it's just a matter of time before he blurts it out.

Now I know what you're probably thinking, 'Mason? That's a boys name.' Well yes, you'd be right but really what is a boys or girls name? The reason why I'm called Mason is simple, mom and dad were expecting twins. Twin boys. They had the names planned out as soon as they heard the news. One would be named John B after our dad, Big John, and the other would be named Mason, after our mom's dad. Makes sense, right?. Well, it was until I popped out, y' know not being a boy. But I love my name and I wouldn't change it for the world. My unspoken middle name, however, yes, I would rather that just not be associated with me.

I like to believe that I can hold my own, maybe it's because I grow up in a predominantly male household or the fact that I'm a Pogue, but I don't take peoples shit. My friends and I seem to always have the world against us, but without a doubt, I'd ride or die for them. They're my family.

Seeing the all too familiar hippie van parked at the side off the road brings me out of my autopilot state. Jumping off the longboard, I hurriedly shoved it into the back of the van. Fun fact about John B's van, he never locks it. There would be the fear about someone stealing it, but honestly, it's trashed and smells like weed, no thanks to JJ.

Quickly scaling the fence and as quietly as possible I tip-toed into the under-construction house and up the cement stairs, dodging the dangling wires and leftover pots of plaster.

'I can't believe they got rid of the turtles for this'

I'd know that voice anywhere. Peering around the corner, I spot Kie, hunched over a table reading what I'm assuming is maps for the house. Coming up with an idea, I slowly start to creep towards her, raising my hands just to clasp them down on her shoulders, "And what do you think you're doing?" I say in the deepest voice I can muster.

Jumping out her skin with a squeal, she spins around, hand over her heart, breathing heavily, "Macy, what the fuck? Don't do that," she exclaims, slapping my arm after she realises it was only me.

Unable to stop myself from laughing at her shock, "God, Kie, didn't know you had such a girly scream," I wheeze, arms wrapped around my stomach in an attempt to stop the ache.

Nodding her head pettily, "Yeah okay, you got me," clicking her tongue, but against her best efforts, a small smile dances across her face.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm my giggles, "Once you're done with sad girl hours, come out back, I've got beer," making my way towards the open glass doors.

"Caring about the turtles doesn't make me a sad girl," she exclaims as I nod my head understandingly, "You keep telling yourself that," I wave stepping outside, breathing in the fresh ocean breeze.

From under the scaffolding, I see a pair of dangling legs, "Afternoon, boys," I announce, jumping up in an attempt to smack the dangling feet that I now know belong to JJ

"Did you get the goods?" asks John B causing me to hold my hand on my heart, mocking insult, "Do you have no faith in me Johnny boy," tosing him a beer, "Of course, I got the goods."

Holding one out for Pope, even though I knew he would decline, proving my point as he shook his head, "And where did you get said goods?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

Grabbing two beers, I begin to climb up the scaffolding, plopping down next to JJ, handing him a beer which he greatly excepts, "Are you question my morals?" I ask, taking a big gulp of my beer instantly wincing at the lukewarm taste.

"No, no," I hear him say, turning around, occupying himself with the builder's tools.

It a pretty view from up here. The calm crashing of the waves. The way the cold ocean and the warm sky meet for a perfect kiss on the horizon. Imagine living here. Having no worries. Being full Kook.

Glancing at the boy beside me, I see that he was already looking at me. Lifting my eyebrows in question, "You look cute," he cheekily says, picking at the loose thread on my sleeve.

"Very funny JJ," I saying, looking back out at the water, "No, I'm serious. I love a woman in uniform," nudging his shoulder into mine and I nudge him right back, "Hey," he laughs, dramatically falling to his side, "Watch the sweet nectar," holding his can of beer dearly to his chest.

Shaking my head, I turn to see John B scaling the house, jumping up to the peak of the roof, "Hey, please be careful, Johnny B, we don't earn enough to cover a medical bill," I warn sitting my beer beside me, using my hands to block the blinding sun, staring questionably at the boy.

"Oh, but you'd catch me though, right?" he says, now taunting the idea of falling, balancing on one foot with outstretched arms, "And break your fall? Nope," I popped, reach over to grab my can only to grasp the air. Looking at where I know I placed it, my confusion vanishes when I hear the sounds of slurping beside me.

Blinking at the boy, who just peers back at me after tanning my can, crushing it, and letting out a pleasant burp which he so graciously blows in my direction, "Gross, JJ," attempting to swat away the smell. The boy just shrugs, "What were you not done with that?" faux concern covering his face but his eyes glistening with knowing mischief.

"Should I do it?"

"Yeah, jump. I'll shoot you on the way down," says Pope, aim a drill in my brother's direction, "You'll shoot me?" John B taunts, holding up a finger gun, "Pow," he laughs as Pope fall back onto the table pretending to be shot.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," complains Kie, slugging her way onto the balcony, voicing her distaste for the future Kook's beach house.

"Didn't I tell you to come out when you were done being sad?", I direct, leaning my chin against the cold pole, feeling on top of the world as the fresh breeze blows through my hair.

That swiftly changes when Kie dashes towards my feet, tugging the laces on my converses loose as I hastily attempt to lift my feet away from her snapping fingers, "Go away!" I exclaim hugging my legs to my chest, tusking at her antics "God, you're annoying."

My comment doesn't affect her as she blows me a kiss which I can't help but catch, holding it to my heart sending a wink in her direction, "This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtle I guess?"

"Well, I did, but since you've-" I start, but the feeling of my shoe gets tighter distracts me, "...What are you doing?" I question as JJ finishes up my shoes, "You should double knot your laces," he comments, tapping his fingers in a random beat on the toe of my shoes.

Lightly, I begin to flick his hand away only for him to grab my wrist, fiddling with the silver ladybug charm on my bracelet, "Can I have this?" He has asked me this multiple times in the past and the answer has always been the same, "No."

"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie squints up at my brother, "And don't spill that beer, you're not getting another one," JJ adds just as a sudden gust of wind brushed past causing John B to lose his balance and drop his beer.

Jinx.

"Oh, shit. No!" cries John B, making grabby hands at his fallen beer.

"Of course you did, like right when I told you."

"Smooth."

"Well done, dumbass!"

"Hey!"

The sound of a car pull up to the driveway halts our attack on John B, yelling being heard, "Hey, uh, securities here. Let's wrap it up," confirms Pope, making JJ and I raise to our feet as John B slides off the roof, "Boys are here early today."

Rushing over to grab my bag once my feet are back on the balcony, I lean over the railing squinting, "Gary? Is that you?" I asked, "You know it's me, Mason."

Turning around to look at friends, "It's Gary guys," I smile, "Gary, good to see you, man!" JJ adds and quickly pulls the back of my bag when he sees Gary climb up the stairs, "JJ!"

"You two, are asking for it," Kie laughs as we all rush back through the house, all of us laughing and cheering, running down the stairs, "Go, go!" I giggled as I Gary's attempts to grab me but I duck under his swinging arms, running out to the garden.

"Not much of a hugger man," JJs joke echoing off the empty wall of the house.

Running up beside Pope, I urge him up over the fence, "Come on, Pope, go, go, go," landing on the other side, watching as he lands flat on his face, "Graceful as always Pope," I giggle pulling him back on his feet.

"Come on Pope, Fatso's coming" JJ encourages, suddenly landing beside us just barely missing the hot-headed security who is dangling over the fence, "Come here, you little pricks!"

"Bus is leaving," John B pulls up the van honking the horn, Kie opening the door for us, laughing as we shove each other in. John B wastes no time hitting the gas, driving away from the angry security.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise," Pope laughs as we watch a hopeless Gary chase after the van.

Having an idea, JJ unzips my bag and leans out of the open door, "Come on Gary," he taunts, waving the beer can in front of the man like you would a dog with a treat.

"You're going to give him a heart attack," Kie sympathises but still finds his actions amusing, "You're so close! You can do it. There you go," he tosses the can at the poor man who attempts to dodge it.

"God, they don't pay you enough, man" I laugh peering out the door, taking in the sight of Gray who is wheezing with his hands planted on his knees.

Seeing enough torture for one day, Kie tugs us back in, "That's enough," she says finally feeling sorry for the poor man, sliding the door close.

"Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished," reasons JJ, plopping down in the back of the van, now finding interest fiddling with the blunt he pulled from his back pocket.

I lean my head on Kie's shoulder and sigh, "I love Gary," I confess, earning a flick on the head from Pope and a nudge on the leg from JJ

We're the Pogues, and our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.

Prologue: FIN!

What did you think?

I’m really excited to explore Mason’s character and her adventures with the Pogues. I have so much planned for her.

I hope you enjoyed this introduction <3

#outer banks #outer banks imagines #outer banks series #outer banks au #obx #john b routledge #John B imagines #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #kiara carrera #Kiara Carrera imagines #pope Heyward #pope heyward imagines #Sarah cameron #Sarah Cameron imagines #rafe cameron #Rafe Cameron imagines #topper #topper imagines #fluff #angst #fanfic #adventure #epiphany series #prologue #outer banks oc