#let

[k-eke]

LET ME PLAY!!!!

[filmgifs]

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009), dir. Karyn Kusama

[cinnamostar]

skz random texts !

cw : cursing, jokes abt mental illness/female anatomy/diseases, gender neutral except for first ss

these are based off ss ive seen online or my own conversations w friends ! lmk if you guys like these!

note: i currently am not taking requests :’) this was just for fun!!!

[ifyouknowmenahyoudontt]

i love when men have lucious long hair. like why are such a slut i love you kiss me

[newobsessionweekly]

Let me help you

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Eddie Diaz x Reader Fandom: 911

Summary: Eddie keeps secrets from you and he doesn’t let you help him.

Warnings: Mention of injury, angst ?

A/n: Good to be back in town, after a two years break I think. Don’t be so harsh on me rn, i’m a bit rusty.

Requested: No

Words: 1.4k Requests are open for Eddie / Buck! GIF not mine, credits to the owner.

The night life of the never settled Los Angeles just began when you carefully caressed Christopher’s hair.

“Mom, can you tell me a story, please ?” it was one of those nights when Eddie would come back late, take a shower and hit to bed, avoiding your eyes before he’d kiss you goodbye in the morning. It was one of those lonely nights again, when the light Christopher bought into your day would fade away with just a blink.

Calling you ‘mom’ wasn’t something new, but it made your smile grew bigger and bigger every damn time. Christopher is a very special kid despite his problems and has a very special place in your heart. You love him just as much as it was yours and mainly because you love Eddie so much, the good with the bad, together.

“Aren’t you a little bit old for bedtime stories ?” you raised your eyebrow and smiled when he started laughing mischievously. “Alright then, hm…” you paused trying to come up with a story for him despite the fact you suck at improvising. “Once upon a time, there was a little red truck parked in a drive-through along with his family. The daddy truck was so mad at the little one because he didn’t want to become a transport truck just live everyone in his family, he wanted to be a fire truck and help the firefighters save lives. But daddy truck didn’t understand him and grounded him for being a naughty truck, stopping him from going to the fire truck school-“

“There’s a school for fire trucks?” Christopher’s eyes lights up with joy and he chuckles excitedly for you to carry on with the story.

“Of course there’s a school for fire trucks. And the little truck really wanted to go to that school, but when his father came between him and his dream, he drove off to Los Angles first thing in the morning. And he became a fire truck helping the 118 station save people. His father was very proud of him after all. “

“Mom, is dad mad at me like the daddy truck was mad at little truck? Will dad ground me for being a bad kid?”

His question concerned you. “Of course not, kiddo!” you jumped, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “You’re the best kid in the world and your dad loves you so much. You didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t upset him at all!”

“Why he’s not playing with me anymore? I haven’t seen him since yesterday before he left for work.” his excitement fade away as his eyes filled with nothing but sadness.

“Your daddy is working hard lately, that’s all. Today he’s helping Buck move in a beautiful big house with a barbecue grill.” you tried to cheer him up with a little lie that won’t hurt anyone. You couldn’t just tell him you didn’t know where his father was spending his days.

“Will Buck invite us over for barbecue?” his million questions per day were driving you insane.

“I’mma kick his ass if he doesn’t!” Christopher laughed and you tucked his blanket under his chin. “Now you go to sleep and tomorrow we’ll gonna punish dad to make us pancakes for breakfast!”

“Yay!” Chris cheered. “Good night!”

“Nighty night, kiddo!” you were ready to close the door when his words took you by surprise.

“I love you, mom!”

“I love you too!”

It was half past midnight when the front door opened revealing Eddie dressed from head to toe in black clothes, a black hoodie darkening his features.

His eyes searched for you under the pale light coming from the hallway, slowly making his way to the bathroom. You stopped him halfway.

“Uh-huh. This time you’re not walking away from me like that.” you stood up this time after countless of nights where he either slept with his back facing you or on the couch.

“Y/n, please, I really need to take a shower.” he tried pushing you away, but you were faster uncovering his head. Red and purple marks were painted all over his face especially around his beautiful brown eyes.

Your eyes flooded with tears as your hands covered your mouth by instinct. Your body started shaking in fear of what might’ve happened to your boyfriend and the words couldn’t find their way up to your mouth. Not sure if your brain was arranging the words into a phrase.

“What the hell happened ?” you whispered though all you wanted was to yell and mark him with another purple spot.

“It’s nothing, I just got into a fight.” you took his face into your hand to inspect it and before you rush out searching for first aid kit, you took a second inspecting other vital parts of his that could’ve been injured.

A warm liquid covered your hand as you reached his lower left side of his abdomen. Your eyes went wider as you looked at him. He looked back at you trying to push away from you.

“To the bathroom, now.” you demanded.

You let the water wash out the blood that strained his body before inspecting him little by little. A bandage now covered his fists as you prepared to stitch the cut on his stomach.

“I can take care of myself, you know?” he finally broke the deafening silence that had come upon you. Eddie knows you’re pissed off, he could hear your thoughts and all of them are either calling him names or yell at him.

“Would you shut up and let me help you?” you ducked at him.

“I don’t want you to clean up my mess!” Eddie argued.

“Shut up and let me take care of you, not asking this time.” you cleaned up the wound as you were instructed by Eddie a couple of months ago. “Or if you’re so eager to speak, please do tell me what in the world happened to you. I stopped waiting for you a couple of nights ago, but Chris didn’t.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Eddie’s voice cracked as his eyes filled with tears, an image that broke you once more, you now ready to forgive and forget. “ It’s been really hard for me. Paying for Christopher’s medication and then for school and after that for someone to look after him when i’m doing shifts. I can’t handle it financially or psychically.”

“Babe, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” you caressed his head, placing a kiss on his forehead. “I’ve got you. I’m helping you with Chris, don’t worry about it.” you wiped away the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

It broke you seeing him losing hope and refusing every help he’s receiving. It pains you even more seeing him break down in your arms, unable to take away all of the suffering that’s been darkening his mind.

“I don’t want you to help me with Christopher. I don’t want you to have to pay for anything. I don’t want you to lose another night taking care of him instead of having fun-“ you cut him off.

“I would do anything for you and Chris especially to help you quit those illegal fights. What would you do if you’d lose your job because of them ? How you helping Chris if you don’t have a job?” Eddie eyes went bigger as he lifted his head to look at you. He felt ashamed, weak, powerless.

“Know about that ?” he asked.

“Of course I know about that. Buck was concerned about your bruises, called in to make sure I’m not abusing ya.” Eddie’s shoulders dropped a little bit of the weight they’ve been carrying and he allowed himself to giggle. “It’s a stupid thing that’s not only hurting you, but Chris, me, everyone around you. If you don’t wanna quit for yourself, at least do it for Christopher.” you looked once more at his wound and the beautifully arranged stitches.

“I’m doing that only if it’s for Christopher and you.” you rolled your eyes at his mischievous smirk.

“Fine.” you mouthed. “But you’re grounded for at least a week to make us pancakes every morning.”

“That’s not punishment, that’s torture!”

[castielsprostate]

werewolves and vampires have been pit against each other for too long!!!!!! let them have the nastiest gay t4t faggot dyke yuri yaoi freaky sex already!!!!!!

[brahmenbones]

I’m normal I’m normal I’m normal I’m normal I’m normal

[konigsblog]

bunny hybrid!reader riding a carrot because könig won't fuck her :( sobbing and bouncing down onto it on wobbly legs, babbling till you're cockdrunk and whining, completely humilated as he takes photos of you :(

[libby-59]

Another day, another dress

[wiirocku]

Philippians 4:5 (CSB) - Let your graciousness be known to everyone. The Lord is near.

[filmgifs]

"You ever put your arms out and spin really, really fast?" PRACTICAL MAGIC (1998), dir. Griffin Dunne.

[dobodleaday]

02.10.24 My Dear Cupid Blossom 🌷

Millie from Coral Island

I am in LOVE. What a babe!!

[mynameis-a]

when neuvillettes story quest comes around i want it to be less like ayatos and more like jeans

and by that i mean i want him to have a day off. no running around solving other peoples problems, no entire mystery cases with a court trial to boot (that can be for furinas quest), no nothing. just hydro dragons day off.

we go to his office to say hi to him, its raining, he feels overwhelmned but wont admit it, we take him away from his work, we (along with some melusines probably) take him to some pretty places to relax, it stops raining. if thats not the plot of his story quest im going to be disappointed.

[whiterexpper]

See..

You’d think lenore is the one who’s up at midnight making green beans on the stove at 3 am bc she was hungry

No

It’s Annabel

Annabel is up at 3 am

Not making green beans

But something like

Full blown cake

Or brownies

Or muffins

And she’s making it for Lenore

Not just herself

Bc she had a dream where her and Lenore got in a fight and Lenore didn’t wanna see her so now she has to spoil Lenore in case something happens (it won’t happen)

And lenore is like “what the fuck- I love you this is adorable” and annabel is like softly celebrating by drinking out of the wine bottle out of happiness and lenore is freaking out bc their wines gone and annabel is drunk making some sweets at 3 am

[dk-thrive]

Well, I don't want to accept the things I cannot change; I don't want to be happy with a fucking half glass of anything.

— Tennessee Williams, Interview with James Grissom, New Orleans, 1982 in Follies of God (via Alive on All Channels)