#after I got the fucking paperwork in

[idsb]

Holy fuck I am so ANGRY and idk what to do

#basically like. okay I was hired for the job I have rn with the intent of being a ‘part time’ employee #I am currently a ‘casual’ employee which means no benefits and no promised hours #but I’ve been working 35 hours/week #to compensate for missing out on those things ‘casuals’ get $5/hour extra #I was TOLD that casuals also did not get overtime pay or holiday pay or anything #and then was told I had to get my paperwork to transition in to part time submitted RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY #or else it wouldn’t be in until the new year #right okay so I wanted the 250% salary increase for holiday pay on Christmas and NY’s so I got the paperwork in #only to discover #after I got the fucking paperwork in #that casuals ALSO GOT 250% PAY ON CHRISTMAS #and the same overtime pay rules as part time employees #the only difference is paid leave and I won’t work there long enough for paid leave to matter that much #SO I BASICALLY JUST THREW $5/HOUR INTO THE DUMPSTER #and now I have to work 4 days a week to make what I was making working 3 days a week????? #when I already fucking hate this job??? #and like idt it was intentional but I was mislead by my boss like she had the incorrect information #and it would’ve been one thing if I knew this in advance so I just ~*oopsies*~ didn’t get the paperwork in #but now that I DID get the paperwork in I can’t undo it without being like hey yeah I actually don’t want the entire reason why I was hired #I’m so fucking goddamn ANGRY #idk what the fuck to do #like that’s $200 entire dollars less per week #LIKE $1000/MONTH #ONE FUCKING PLANE RIDE HOME PER MONTH #I had started feeling like things were turning around as well and life just fucking DECKS me all over again #I don’t know what the fuck to do #I can’t fucking believe this

[shalegas34]

just got a prescription for drugs i had to sign for at the pharmacy. lets fucking go

#i had my specialist appointment today and i was DREADING it. everything was going wrong #the bus didn’t come. i didn’t have food. the doc was running an hour behind #by the time i got there i was half starved having a mild anxiety attack #but then she pulled out my ultrasound results and it showed fucking adenomyosis which means i likely have endometriosis too #let me tell you boys i almost started crying in there #after years of doctors telling me to suck it up & stop being a pussy i have actual proof that i’m not just being a pussy. CRYING #also the specialist told me my gp put me on estrogen for no reason (what i needed was progesterone) and i was so mad bc #that shit gave me feminising features i did not want and which are now irreversible #aside from not actually solving the problem… #anyway i’ve now got paperwork for surgery and different kind of progesterone pill plus the insane ass painkillers i had to sign for #i’m very happy with how that went. we are winning today boys #i feel bad for her bc i was so overwhelmed when she was flinging info at my starved brain at the speed of light #i kinda just shut down & was acting like a corpse in there. i must’ve looked really rude lol #it took me the hour’s walk back into town (was not taking the bus again 😂) to process everything #life

[lunar-fey]

actually fuck this job forever 👍

#i got so fucking stressed yesterday that i caused a fucking flare up and now i cant stop throwing up #i called off and . idk. i have to go in to the office today to get paperwork. #im gonna very firmly talk to them about changing my schedule #i hate to do that after literally only one day #but i have several excuses prepared #and hopefully i can just get my scedule changed. #i think . worst case. well worse case they just go damn you suck . leave. and then im just Fucked again for money #cause i never even got enough to pay my shit this monthso i had to borrow some money from my parents #but maybe i can just. drop my first shift. which will leave me with only 10 hours a week #but if they really only have morning shifts erm. this may not work out #i havent gotten morning sickness in a long time but its a known symptom of one of my chronic illnesses #plus the stress obviously bc my first client is very disabled and needs more accomodation than i can provide bc im also disabled #idk guys. its only been one day but this For Real isnt working out how it is rn. #i was reading back over my employee handbook tho and it says employees can quit any time #in the first 60 days wirhout penalty so im hoping that means i can also change shifts without penalty...

[sapphicautistic]

fml the paperwork I sent in WEEKS ago to renew my food stamps and medicaid apparently didn’t get there and I just got a letter saying they’re both going to end on the 28th and I lowkey wanna die i hate this fucking country

#sui tw #why do they even do reviews EVERY SIX MONTHS like what is wrong with this place #why can't i just LIVE jesus I don't need this nightmare right now #i literally sent that paperwork back THREE DAYS after I got it are you fucking kidding me #walking to the mailbox is an extreme suffering situation for me!!! this is gonna make it take at least another WEEK before i recover!! #and how do i know it won't just get fucking LOST like last time I NEED HEALTHCARE EVERY WEEK i can't have a gap this is a nightmare i'm so t #tired #negative cw #updates on my boring life

[theodore-lasso]

I have to do a six month review at work and it goes for AN HOUR. Girl in what world do you have an hour's worth of stuff to talk to me about.

#i have to do fucking paperwork #bro im ngl if they ask me a single question about my time im gonna go blank depression has wiped my memory CLEAN of the past 6 months #i got Nothing #my ability to think critically??? gone #also my boss straight up keeps being like. haha jamie is the me from 5pm to midnight. but don't tell anyone ive said that because then i #have to pay them more #and im like. youve just said it. in front of someone haha pay me more and hes like haha #and theyve never pulled me up on anything so im like. can i just continue doing what im doing #im scared theyre gonna ask me to do more than what im currently doing which. im not doing without a payrise #or will ask me whats my plan for the future which idk how to bullshit rn with how mentally ill i am #im like my plan for the future is not killing myself thank you v much for checking in #and they're like oh i meant career wise #and im like yeah okay then making enough money to keep myself from offing myself haha which is what im currently getting so we good #i just clean up other peoples messes that's my job. and we're gonna get more people and more fuck ups #that i will continue to look after

[cbk1000]

There’s a thread on Reddit with the title ‘What dark secret are you hiding from everyone?’, and there are quite a few stories of people finding out through DNA testing and genealogical research that their father or grandfather isn’t their biological grandfather/father, and I have to wonder how often this is cropping up now that DNA testing for ancestry is so accessible. 

My family actually found out that my grandfather was married before my grandmother and had a child with that wife because one of my aunts was doing research into our family history and found out they had a half-sister they’d never known about. For whatever reason, my grandma didn’t want my grandpa talking about his previous family, so after she passed, the kids asked my grandpa about it, and found out that when he was away fighting in WWII, his first wife left him and took their kid and he never saw his daughter again. My aunts and uncles were all in their 50s and 60s before they ever knew about this half-sister. One of my aunts actually did get in touch with her and they talked for a while, though I didn’t know if they’re still in contact.

#he was in a nursing home by this point but still lucid #i guess when they asked him about it he just sat there for a long time #and then started telling them everything #if i remember correctly after my grandma passed and the aunts and uncles were sorting through the belongings in the house #they found paperwork indicating he'd tried to get custody of his daughter from his first marriage #which obviously didn't happen #so that's sad #it sounds like he never got to see her again #his first wife wrote him a letter breaking up with him while he was deployed #and then fucked off and i think married some other guy and that was all she wrote #i don't know why my grandma wouldn't let him talk about this #i wouldn't be surprised if she was jealous he had a family before her #personal

[silasbug]

i really shouldn't check my emails before bed man.

i wanted to see if MAYBE i'd gotten some news regarding my applications to check on tomorrow and i saw a new e-mail from a school that didn't.. reject me? per se? but it was looking unlikely.

you only get new mails if something has changed & you've been accepted. and there it was. and then i checked my other mail and i also got accepted into the other program on the same day and i am so! excited!! i was so freaking scared of getting rejected from both programs because i'd been feeling really dejected lately but..

things are finally looking up!

#journal entry #YEAHHHHHH #WHOOOOOOO #screams into the tags excitedly #fuck after the rejection from the apprenticeship last year i got so down on myself & i wasnt sure what to expect but!! yes!! HHHH #sighs but now i have to decide and then i have to do all the paperwork and i'm anxious about starting again but this'll be good #i hope this'll be good #heckadoodle i'll MAKE this good c'mon

[steviescrystals]

the last post i reblogged just reignited my rage over something that happened my freshman year of college so mini rant in the notes lol

#so on tuesdays i had a a rhetoric class at 9:30 and then a chem lab at 2:50 or something weird like that #and sometimes i would just linger around campus during the gap but one day i started feeling super sick out of nowhere right after rhetoric #so i went back to my apartment to rest for a bit and found out my roommate was also sick #and i just kept feeling worse plus the fact that she was sick too told me it was an actual sickness not the random stuff i feel a lot #like nausea and headaches from being anemic for example #so i sent an email to the TA for my chem lab letting her know i was sick and i wouldn’t be there that day #and she said i needed a doctors note but i didn’t have a pcp or anything in my college town and there was a waitlist at the campus clinic #so i went home the next day and ended up going to a minute clinic so they could test for strep and bronchitis and stuff #(everything they tested for came back negative so i still don’t know what i had but i felt like absolute shit) #so i sent the paperwork from the clinic to my TA before our next lab on thursday and i was back in class by the tuesday after that #but even though i told her i was sick that first tuesday she said the doctors note only excused me from the thursday lab #so i went to office hours to make up the experiment from thursday but she wouldn’t let me do the tuesday one #each lab was worth 100 points and the only other grades we got were for these little 10 point quizzes that barely counted #so even though i had like a 99 in the class all semester up to that point i ended up with a B bc i got a zero for that one lab #and i’m still so mad about it like i did everything almost perfectly all semester and i couldn’t get an A #bc she wouldn’t let me make up a lab i missed while sick even though i got a doctors note a day later #keep in mind this was in 2021 right when the delta variant of covid was spreading like crazy #so the university made a huge point of encouraging everyone not to go to class if they felt sick in any way #like i was just trying not to infect all my classmates but bc i couldn’t immediately get a doctors note i lost a whole letter grade #and it was a fucking CHEM LAB like that shit was hard and i was doing so well!!! priscilla if you’re out there i still hold this against you #lj.txt

[i-am-the-rat-king]

Just a couple weeks out from my internship and the terror I feel is immense!

#work #its... daunting #ive never done something like this before and im terrified #it can go wrong in so many ways #also theyre been giving me paperwork and stuff to turn in #without letting me know #so i had a pic for my ID due on the first but they never told me #literally never! #it was at the very bottom on their online page thing #and if i havent been told i have something to turn in #why would i be there? #i did all my other paperwork on time. i got my email set up. etc #but nooooo #they only tell me a full fucking week after the picture is due that i had to turn it in in the first place #as though photos arent the entire fucking reason theres a badge appointment in the first place? #i dont know #with everything else out of the way this is starting to loom more and more #and its terrifying

[beeleoblue]

Fellas I'm so scared rn

#RAAAAAAAGHHH what do you mean i have to get one of my therapists (of which i have 3) to fill out paperwork so i dont die from university #cruel and evil. i already have reports but noooooo 'has to be from a current treating professional' get fucking tnt minecarted #I'm gonna have to email my psychologist or someone idk fuck this fuck this all #who up failing university after dropping out of highschool and college and tafe because their stupid brain doesnt work #sorry for vent posting on main ive got no friends here and I'm cracking under the sense of doom and despair and soul crushing dread #if i wasnt so nervous around people and careful with my money id be doing hard drugs about it but instead i just [redacted] and [redacted]

[maraschinotopped]

oooooohhh crumpled up on the floor (<- realizing how very very mentally exhausting all of that was. and still has work to do!!!!!!!!!)

#hiiii im finally done with all the air stuff. im at the House in America (my grandmas house) #and im in The Room (which is surprisingly nice actually. its also in the attic lol) #im like half done unpacking because i took out all the smaller stuff #and got way too exhausted to attempt to get all my clothes sorted #(also some of the drawers have dust and random bits in them and i gotta clean those out #b4 i put any clothes in them...) #auuugh. i ended up staying in the airport for an unnecessary hour because apparently the person picking me up #was at a completely different terminal #and they Didnt Know! #(also it was actually 3 people picking me up.. a friend of my moms + her friend and her friends son) #(who was younger than me but still wayyyy fucking taller than me. ouch my ego..............) #they first drove me out to a diner to get breakfast (bc it was like. what. 6 am?) #i got some pancakes (very delicious) #then after that they took me shopping because i needed to buy some other stuff #(like shampoo + toothpaste) #and also a bunch of snacks... #then we went to The house <3 #i need to fucking. recharge. and i STILL have to do school paperwork because they need my end of year school grades... #which i do have the paperwork for . but i need to recharge and Do Nothing for like at least an hour #so that will be done. later :)

[lazi4ss]

That's Not My Milkman

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Warning: slight gore but not that detailed, doppleganger Francis

Gender neutral reader

(NOT MY ART, I FORGOT WHOS TIKTOK THIS IS FROM BUT CREDITS TO YOU!)

"So... Is everything in check?"

A tired voice mumbled out as your eyes trailed up from the ID and entry request in your hands to the source of the sound. Tired hazel eyes stared back at you as Francis rubbed the back of his neck.

You felt bad, here you were double and triple-checking everything while the exhausted and probably underpaid milkman was there standing and waiting to be let in. But it's for everyone's safety so don't feel too bad. You gave a small smile as you handed back his paperworks. Everything seems to check out and you were going to let him in but... what's that on his uniform sleeve?

You squinted your eyes as you scanned the cuff of his right sleeve. His gaze travelled to where you were looking and with a shrug of his shoulders he lifted his hand to give you a clear view. And it is in fact blood, and by the looks of it, quite fresh too. How come you didn't notice it before?

You raised an eyebrow, one hand slowly inching closer to the danger button as you tried to be subtle and casual about it. Because what the heck? He was confident enough to show you something so suspicious without batting an eye.

"Sooo... Uhm. Anything you want to share?"

You casually asked, yet nervousness was laced in your tone. He sighed, keeping his composed and nonchalant act as put his hand down, burying it in his pocket as he dragged his free hand on his face. If he's a doppelganger then he's really going the extra mile to act or seem believable.

"Mmm. I know you're on edge."

He mumbled, gaze traveling from your hand that was ready to press the danger button to your face. Staring a little too long as he examined your features. You got a very pretty face yet it was filled with mistrust. Shame. Catching himself, he quietly scoffed under his breath. Good job Francis, already had the doorperson suspicious of you.

"But this is not what it looks like. I injured my hand earlier with a broken glass, blood must've gotten on my uniform accidentally."

He finished, not breaking the staring contest you two have started. You don't quite seem to believe that story, but it was plausible. There was a tense silence for a while before you broke it.

"Show me your wound."

You requested and again, another tense silence. He didn't look like he was going to comply. Just you and him staring down at each other. No one backing down and tearing their eyes away.

"... Fuck."

He quietly hissed and that was enough confirmation for you. You pressed the button immediately, grabbing the phone as you dialed the D.D.D. A familiar voice on the other end confirms and tells you that agents are on their way.

You sighed in relief, although that didn't last long as you heard banging on the glass pane separating you and the doppelganger. Thank God those were strong enough to withhold the assaults. You should've been shaking in your seat right now, and you were albeit not so intense, but it was the first time you came across the quiet and aloof milkman's doppel.

Hell, it was the first time you even saw Francis up front, not just out of the picture in the folder provided for your job. Out of curiosity, you raised the metal shutters to take a peek at it. And what greeted you was a snarling, red-eyed Francis. His features twisted in rage as he banged on the glass repeatedly.

"Let me in, Y/n!"

He growled, to which you shut the metal blinds again on his face in response as you heard the agents barge in. You thought it would be like last time, after a while they would let you know that the cleanup was successful and that they would be on their way back. Easy peasy, right? Oh how wrong you were. Turns out, this one was putting up quite a fight.

You could hear shouting, a lot of screaming, and the sound of something sharp slashing at flesh. Wet sounds of people gurgling in what you presumed to be their own blood... That was disturbing. You were almost too scared to pull up the shutters to see what was going on. But suddenly the noises stopped. Did they catch him? Was it finally over?

With shaking hands, you pressed the danger button off. The blinds slowly ascended and holy shit, the sight was like something out of a nightmare. It was straight up a blood bath. The agents' bodies were piled on the right side. Some missing their heads, missing their upper or lower half, and others' stomachs were ripped out and just generally shredded and torn. But that wasn't what you saw first.

It was Francis, or well, his doppelganger, with blood splattered on his clothes and a little getting on his cheek. His forearm was resting on the glass as he leaned. His mouth opened and formed a smirk as he panted, breathing heavily while glaring at you. His left hand fiddled with the blood-drenched tie on his neck.

If he wasn't a murderous doppelganger, you would've swooned. But alas, you can't have nice things in life. You blinked at him before pressing the button again,

"Wait- damn it!"

He called out but the windows were closed off again as you dialed the number quickly. Yet again, the same old thing was said, another batch of agents were dispatched. You waited, fidgeting in your seat as you heard him call out to you.

"Come on... I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't mean to frighten you. Can you open the door?"

He tried to coax you with that voice... That smooth and deep voice that sounded so tired, on the verge of begging you... Wait what-

You shook your head, patting your cheeks lightly because what the hell was that? Such intrusive thoughts are not welcome while your life's in danger!

More screaming and shouting was heard as the agents arrived and you could tell they were much more prepared than the last batch. Gunshots can be heard but another animalistic growl pulled you out of your thoughts. Everything went silent again. You stay rooted on your spot as the only thing that can be heard in the air is your quivering gasps and heavy breathing on the other side of the glass panel.

Is he still there? You thought as you turned off the danger button again. More bodies were piled up on the left corner and surprise surprise, he was still alive, albeit in a rougher shape than previously. He wasn't wearing his milkman hat anymore, letting his brown messy hair show. His uniform was missing three buttons at the top, slightly showing his chest, bowtie was nowhere to be found.

He was still drenched in blood but what stunned you was what he was doing. His form raised and dropped as he inhaled and exhaled heavily, tired hazel eyes staring back at you as his eyebrows scrunched up. His hands pressed together in a pleading manner. Is he actually begging?

"Y/n, let me in... Please?"

#thats not my neighbor #tnmn #francis mosses #milkman #francis mosses x reader #milkman x reader #x reader

[garoujo]

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — sometimes your boyfriend’s want for you just seems to be insatiable.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, mating press, breeding, biting, he loses control of his technique a teeny tiny bit at the end, im going absolutely insane. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiii this is a lil mix of my gojo thoughts over the past few months, my sanity is slipping as u can tell <3

the way gojo satoru was in bed was exactly how he was in real life, absolutely merciless when he wanted to be, you realise with the dizzy haze in your mind and the pillow he’s shoved under your hips. there’s a pleasurable burn in your thighs where he’s got them folded into you, your ankles dangling by his ears as his hips press into your ass and the way he looks over you is needy, and a little wild.

but he only really got like this on on a few occasions, like after a gruelling mission, a boring mountain of paperwork or maybe you’d been teasing him. sometimes he’s just consumed by the idea of you carrying his kids— he’s so incredibly insatiable.

“you feel me right here, sweet thing, hm?” the snowy haired man above you hisses with a languid roll of his hips, deliberately pressing into the sweet spots inside of you that he always seems to be able to find so easily. but you can barely breathe, nevermind answer with how full you feel — your warm walls twitching around his heavy shaft before he’s giving you a few more thrusts.

“don’t hold out on me, it feels good, right?” gojo goads, chuckles when the next particularly deep kiss of his cock along your insides has your lips parting to moan, eyes squeezing shut as you wriggle underneath him.

“‘ts too deep, satoru! fuck—“ you manage, voice breaking under the weight of your own arousal but shit— he loves you like this. pliant and pretty and all his. you’re basically begging for him to give you his soul, to pour it into your body and your bones until you’re twitching— his stamina was limitless after all, an endless pool of energy.

“oh? but i’m sure you can take more..” gojo’s words are a low drawl as he curls over your folded figure, making your muscles scream for some sort of relief but he still manages to give you more. he begins a pace that’s so deep, so animalistic that you feel like you could black out with the way the pleasure rips through you, making your body clap against his as his balls smack loudly against your ass and suddenly he’s even deeper.

“see, i knew it.” it’s smug despite the the trembling undercurrent to his tone, breaking under the weight of his own arousal as his voice takes an octave higher. but you’re doing so well for him, your eyes are rolled back— lips parted and you’re basically begging for him to go harder when he leans into press his lips against yours, pushing his name between your lips as your hands grab at him for any sort of relief.

“almost there, right?” gojo groans against you with the next quiver of your walls; the next particularly heavy thrust makes your thighs tremble and he’s so deep it almost hurts, making something spark and burn along your inside as he fucks you into the mattress like a wild animal.

you whimper, barely— it’s a desperately pathetic little sound, wound up tight and it makes him pull away to look at you, crystalline eyes cloudy with lust before his lips are stretching into a smirk.

“oh, more?” gojo’s head cocks to the side and you know you’re done for when his pace picks up, every heavy thrust is driven by the muscles in his body and your pussy squelches loudly with every wet connection of his hips.

“oh, i’ll give you more, baby. so greedy f’ me, hm?” despite his teasing, he’s babbling— sweat beading along his skin as the snowy peaks of his hair frame his flushed features and fuck, the pretty sight above you only makes you feel even better. you’re so high off his desperation, every muscle in your body screams under his but the nerves in your body cry even louder with how good you feel— with how much your body craves him.

“‘ts so tight, you milkin’ me, sweet girl? how many you want, huh? give you as many as you need. wanna see you swollen f’ me, you want that, mhm?” gojo’s barely coherent but his words only make you squeeze around him tighter— a silent little invitation as every thrust has you crying more, more, more! satoru, want your cum—please! punched out little gasps and cries as he digs the orgasm out of you.

“oh, you’ll look so pretty f’ me—f-fuck!” his huge body is looming over yours, pressing you into the mattress and the pillows beneath you. your thighs are flush against his abdomen and chest, and your lungs feel like they quake on every exhale as your lips part to moan. he presses himself into you— face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he grazes his teeth along the skin there, headboard screeching loudly in time with every smack of his hips.

“‘toru, please please please—‘m g’nna,” you tremble as you shake beneath gojo, thighs tensing tight against his body and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you as he smirks against your skin. your orgasm hits you so suddenly, so hard and good that your toes curl where they hang over his shoulders, your body stiffening beneath him and the first milking compression of your pussy makes his pace stutter, hugs him so tight he can’t help but bite so hard into the sensitive skin of your neck he draws blood.

“should see h-how pretty you look like this. tell me ‘ts all mine, y’ gonna make me a daddy, yeah? g’nna fill you up so good. oh, this pussy’s made f’ me, ain’t it?”

his body trembles as he pulls back slightly to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your slick smeared along his skin and your walls still throb with every unforgiving push of his hips. your orgasm feels like it stretches on forever as you gasp out broken yeah, yours, love you so much ‘toru, waves rolling through your body with the heat you feel pour and sting along your nerves. it only takes a few more clapping thrusts and your choked confessions before hes kissing you, just as he likes as his lips curl into you.

gojo cums hard, thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. you’re both so lost in bliss, so unaware of the electricity across your boyfriends skin and the uncomfortable pressure that seems to suddenly weigh down on your intertwined bodies.

the bedroom light flickers but you don’t notice, he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins your thighs to your chest completely, the air between you seems tighter— atoms trembling in the finate space. but he’s continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy with tiny little thrusts you don’t notice the creek of your furniture as it twitches out of place— like it’s being pulled towards you both. the small flickers of purple fizzle out when you’re both spent and he’s collapsing on top of you with a low, breathy chuckle, making you whine with the cramp you feel in your body.

“‘toru! you’re heavy.” you grumble, voice worn and scratchy but it doesn’t move gojo as he cuddles deeper into you, leaving sweet little kisses along your skin with obnoxious kissy noises— a stark contrast to how filthy he was being a second ago.

you’re both breathing deep as you give up trying to escape from underneath him, opting to press your fingers through his damp hair instead before he finally moves. he pulls back, enough for his cock to push his cum out of your pussy as he does, squelching and dripping into the mattress beneath you both as you jolt slightly. “careful, ‘ts messy, ‘toru.”

gojo whistles lowly before he looks at you again, one of your legs still haphazardly thrown over his shoulder before he’s placing a sweet kiss to your ankle, then following it up with a painfully languid, experimental thrust as his crystalline eyes focus on the mess he’s made of you.

“come on, sweet girl. you’re not nearly full enough f’ me yet.”

© 2023 GAROUJO. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

#݁ . ࿓ : sealed #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x you

[candypop-snowdrop]

Oh boy, paralyzed with fear rn bc job stuff

#candy talks #so here’s the dealio: I’ve got Job 1 and Job 2 that I’m trying to get #both are in the private sector and require security clearances to truly do a lot of work with them #job 1 hired me back in March and hasn’t contacted me since #job 2 is my first choice anyway but they closed all hiring for my experience level when I was looking for a position #I graduate with my masters a week from tomorrow so after that I’ll be able to begin working #so I reached out to job 2 bc I haven’t heard anything from job 1 and job 2 pays better and does more 3D printing stuff which is my jam #job 2 is now looking into opening a position jsut for me but there’s understandably a ton of paperwork involved with that #AND JOB 1 JUST REACHED OUT TODAY TO START THE PROCESS FOR DOING MY CLEARANCE #I’m so shaky rn and I don’t know what I don’t know abt this industry and I’m so nervous I’m gonna royally fuck this up #auuuuuggggghhh

[verystressedcollegestudent]

god ive just completely wasted the last two months of my life haven't i 🙃

#so originally my plan was to take about a month off then get a job #at the local theater #but then my mom decided we had to immediately fly out to florida bc of a family emergency #so i thought 'well we got that family vacation in june so ill wait till that's out of the way then get a job #but NO #immediately after THAT trip we had to go out of town for a funeral #and THEN we had to drive to pittsburgh bc my aunt hAsnT sEeN uS iN fOreVeR #and all of a sudden it's the fourth of july #im JUST NOW getting hired AND had to postpone a paperwork session bc the stupid system didn't send me the stupid link #so i have to start like a WEEK late #AND my parents decided we're doing a week long family road trip to florida to visit family #and all in all im just tired of all this like i just want to spend the last month and a half at home working a part time job #maybe get ahead on school #there's this random ass family car trip at the end of the month then i have like TWO AND A HALF FUCKING WEEKS before i have to move in #i probably could have started work two weeks ago if it weren't for these random family trips my parents decided we're going on #and both of them were like drive six hours stay one day drive six hours #SO WHAT WAS EVEN THE POINT #just two full days of driving and one day there every time #like ik my family loves road trips bc flights for 8 people are super expensive #but this is ridiculous i am SICK of road trips and we got two 14 hour trips this summer fml #anyone who sees this ik ik first world problems #but im tired #im just so tired disappointed in myself and so so goddamn STUPID

[ceilidho]

prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader)

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Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately.

Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourless—he fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him along—and it’s better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnny’s voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.

“Tinnitus,” a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?

“Best we can do is get you hearing aids.” Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves. 

Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. That’s all part of it though. He doesn’t cultivate comfort, doesn’t attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knife’s edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur. 

Ghost’s first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches. 

And now, Johnny’s talking about a bird.

A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnny’s lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. It’s not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, or—if precious enough—buried so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.

“Pretty, eh?” Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. He’s all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen. 

She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if there’s any edge to her at all, it’s tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnny’s phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure it’d taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnny’s lips and wonders how many times he’s eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boy’s the loyal kind, hard to shake off once he’s got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesn’t leave once he’s got a taste. 

“Where’d you find her?” he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The bar’s hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghost’s an old man—that’s what Johnny would say—and doesn’t like to be around people once the sun’s set. It’s a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it. 

“Florist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mam’s birthday.”

Nearly a month then. “And I’m just hearin’ about this now?”

Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghost’s, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny can’t be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break. 

It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his hands—the one he’d plucked from Johnny’s fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shit—and feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him. 

Johnny purses his lips. “…Wasn’t sure then. Am now.”

“Cunt’s a cunt. What’s there to be sure about?”

“No.” Johnny shakes his head vehemently. “She’s no’ like that. She’s special—I’m telling ye, Lt—” he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, “—she’s a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.”

Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids. 

Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghost’s hand to no avail. He’s easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard. 

He snorts again. Even from Johnny, he’s heard worse. 

There isn’t much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, can’t bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as he’s concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. He’d dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed. 

Instead he’s saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold. 

In the months he’s known Johnny, he’s never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesn’t schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand. 

Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnny’s fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh. 

There’s a switch that’s been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe it’s better to take than just covet. 

There are other photos of the girl in Johnny’s phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnny’s bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; he’s maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnny’s no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way he’s built and his pretty boy face. He’s well acquainted with Johnny’s dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; it’s a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghost’s legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off. 

Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock. 

Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires. 

“Bring ‘er around then. I’ll see for myself how sweet she is.”

Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. “No’ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.”

Ghost hums. He’s not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too. 

He’s been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnny’s hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnny’s phone make it seem easy though. 

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesn’t know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost’s brain to file the girl in Johnny’s phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn’t that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny. 

He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. “You get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.”

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