#basically if I want to take it I can’t live there 🙃

[postvampirism]

So fucking frustrating that rehabs and sober livings are so anal about letting you have adderall bc they’re afraid of you abusing it like dude I just want to be able to function

[astr0exe]

CAS👏PI👏AN

r u butter cuz yknow...YOUR WRITING IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS?? I CANT BELIEVE HOW GOOD THIS IS AND THAT YOU HAVE WRITERS BLOCK BECAUSE DAMN.

imagine reserved older!Simon, practically drooling and foaming at the mouth for a chance with tm reader...

Like so similar to könig just the thought lf getting tm reader pregnant just stirs something in this huge man

ugh yk i love you 🫶🏻💐 !! i took this in a different direction than the König story ! lil bit of story in this 🙃

// CW : tm!reader, age difference, slight rough housing (only like one spank and some hair grabbing), very little dialogue, slightly creepy Simon, breeding, no aftercare, creampie

shy!simon whos 45 and frequently visits a cute almost hole in the wall coffee shop and meets you.. a little thing.. a handsome little thing who looks slightly frazzled but still so pretty, you look younger than him by at least 20 years and fuck its bad how he has to force himself to stay soft.

older!simon who offers you a ride back to your place after you lock up the cafe for the night, his hands trembling as he gazes at you smiling slightly, his scars framing his sharp face perfectly as he drives you home, your blush worsening with every passing moment as you invite him in… holy fuck you just invited him in.

younger!reader who is extremely interested in the older man, giving him a bourbon as you drink a vodka lemonade, laughing with the quieter man a smile forming on your face as you admire Simon. Your faces inch closer together, your confidence growing due to the alcohol in your system.

younger!reader who cant help but let your lips touch his softly, his lips basically only ghosting yours before you cant take it, pushing your lips against his, the need being obvious as you move into his lap, huffing as he holds your waist tightly.

older!simon who despite being more experienced, is in shock when you take your pants off and you have a sopping wet hole, his surprise is visible, making you tense up slightly in worry he won’t accept you. But, he just smirks, groaning at the sight of your sticky thighs and hard dick. His fingers slowly tracing down your sides all the way to your drenched cunt, which is clenching already even at such little contact.

younger!reader who tries to take the lead, grinding down and smirking thinking you have Simon in the palm of your hand, only for him to toss you on the couch and stradle your hips, his hard cock between your thighs, rubbing against your own thick cock making you moan quietly at the contact, huffing out hot breath on Ghost’s neck as you clutch his shirt.

Older!Simon who grins at your neediness, grins at your whining and squirming, holding your hips down as he ruts his covered dick against your soaked hole, which is basically dripping through your underwear, “fuck lovie.. you’re drenched for me eh?” he smirks, he feels so confident knowing he makes you like this.

Younger!reader who grinds down against Simon’s cock to try and get the pleasure you need, but Ghost won’t let you, he keeps your hips in place as he lowers his pants and boxers, his dick hitting his pelvis, its red tip dripping precum.. You may as well have ripped off your underwear and pants as you move, manoeuvring yourself until your back is arched, head against the couch with your knees up, your cunt being shown off, glistening in the lights of your living room.

Older!Simon who almost goes feral at the sight of your arse up, inviting him to feel your hole. “Want me to be rough with you huh sweetheart..” he murmurs, groaning as he strokes himself slowly, his veins of his hand and cock protruding proudly. He moves to be kneeling behind you on the couch, one hand crushing your back to keep you arched, the other guiding his pulsing dick into your warm hole.

You both moan at the feeling of his dick grazing along your walls, Older!Simon who can’t help but start thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his cock battering into you as he pulls your hair to make your head pull back, your eyes are hazy as they stare at the wall, your whole body and couch moving with the strength of Simon’s thrusts, your moans mixing with his huffs and groans like a symphony.

His groans are loud and deep in your ear, your whines are filling the room. A shout leaves your mouth as his calloused hand spanks your arse aggressively, clenching around him from the pain. You feel almost suffocated with his large body on top of yours, his large cock hammering into your small hole, his hand in your sweaty hair. This man who could probably be your dad is fucking into you so harshly your eyes are rolling back and you are moaning and whining like a bitch in heat, no words are in your brain other than Simon’s name, and thats all you are able to moan. Hoarse “Simon!”’s leaving your mouth nearly every time he thrusts in.

Older!Simon who is growling in your ear about filling you up, and all you are able to do is nod your empty head, agreeing with his depraved fantasy of breeding someone whos only 22 years old. His fantasy of being a dad, of fucking some pretty man so full of his cum his stomach bulges.

And thats what he does, as you scream in ecstasy due to your orgasm, your cunt clenching around him so tight that it triggers his own orgasm. His hot thick cum filling you up, your stomach stretching slightly due to the amount of his cum, your eyes roll back of the feeling of his cum entering you, making you clench your now sensitive pussy around his slowly softening cock.

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

“people only say i’m low support needs / high functioning autistic because i can speak 🙃” often followed by this is why functioning labels are BS or support needs labels are bad or why they are actually high support needs they just internalize it (while being able to perform bADLs and some iADLs independently on typical day, able to keep own safety, etc).

while able to verbally speak is not the only way to have significant support needs or be low functioning, being nonverbal not required to be high support needs (and also some nonverbal ppl aren’t high support needs),

being nonverbal or nonspeaking or minimally verbal is a significant thing that requires a lot of help, and it often doesn’t exist alone. as in, the people who say the quote above don’t realize nonverbal people are not “just like them but just can’t speak.”

being nonverbal/nonspeaking/minimally speaking/unreliably speaking (unreliable as in apraxia not as in lose speech) by itself is a thing that need significant attention to because need give extra! additional! support to gain functional communication. for most (if not all!) nonverbal nonspeaking people, functional communication is not guaranteed, it doesn’t develop naturally like most speaking people, either because of skills barrier, or external barrier like lack of resources, or both.

so, being nonverbal alone needs often intensive and long term intervention like speech therapy and AAC. even if you do everything right, give the most up to date affirming therapy, learning any AAC takes time, whether high tech or low tech. and they almost always require external help to reach their full communicative potential.

being able to functionally communicate (speech/sign/AAC, etc, but society put most emphasis on speech so you will have easier time if can speak) is such a fundamental part of our lives, it is severely limiting when you don’t have access to it. it inherently puts you at a disadvantage.

but being nonverbal often don’t exist alone.

being nonverbal means you have trouble with expressive language. sometimes that expressive language trouble is just you can’t speak.

but more often, there is more. like trouble communicating with more than one word at a time / multi word phrases / short broken sentences. or have small or basic vocabulary. difficulty remembering words. cannot grasp basic or complex grammar. have trouble find words. etc.

others may have extremely limited expressive language in all areas, even if you give them the best AAC and instructions, give them picture cards and photos, give them pen and paper, etc. yes, there are nonverbal people who may not be able to ever learn most or any form of AAC for it to be functional or reliable.

many nonverbal people may also have receptive language issues and have trouble understanding language. they may not understand the question being asked or the instructions given to them. they may only learn to read picture books with simple sentences, or not learn to read at all.

or, they also have intellectual disability, which affect everything not just language. they may be nonverbal because of their ID. they may struggle with everything above, and have trouble with problem solving, have trouble understand cause and consequence (not just rewards/punishment), difficulty remembering things, developmental delay, etc.

or, they have global apraxia (full body apraxia), or severe dyspraxia, which means they have trouble coordinate movements. they may have trouble dressing themselves, feeding themselves, physically follow directions, fine motor, gross motor, drooling, etc.

i have heard nonverbal people w severe full body apraxia describe it as a brain-body disconnect, their body have mind of its own. their mouth make noises they don’t want to make and cannot control, their body point to “yes” for a question when they mean “no” (so you can see how this impacts AAC use, yes?), their body running around when they just want to be still, etc.

it gets even tricky because! many of our understanding of intelligence and IQ tests require good enough motor skill. they assume that the way you act is the way you are internally. they assume you pointing to “no” when being asked “is the sky blue” if you genuinely not understand color, the sky, or language, not that your body pointed to the wrong thing.

many people w ID have poor motor skills. but many people w severe apraxia don’t have ID.

and this is just things i’ve seen in nonverbal autistic people. there are so many nonverbal people who are nonverbal because of brain damage, genetic disorders, and so on.

not to mention that being nonverbal and not having access to functional communication—not able to communicate what you want, don’t want, boundaries, socialize, etc. is a frustrating experience to say the least. having someone speak over you, make every decision for you, assume you can’t understand (whether you can or not), not even bother speaking to you, talking about you in front of you, etc. and when nothing else works, and you are frustrated and in overload, you meltdown, you “act out” to try to regain control or get others to listen to you, or you act out bc “other people say these things about me that’s not true so i might as well make it true.” then you get labeled with having behavior issues!

so yes, while it’s ignorant for people to dismiss speaking autistics just because they can speak, which is an issue that needs to be addressed, the way many low support needs speaking autistic talk about it is also ignorant.

[uchihaharlot]

I'm here, to pervert this humble profile hahaha 🤣 How would Obito and Shisui react if after a hard day they came home and found that their beloved had prepared a stage in the room to give him an erotic dance (she is in lingerie or maybe a costume sexy) I love these men, excellent day for you 🙃

LOL. 😂 ‘Humble profile.’ Sorry this took a few days. I’m thinking I’ll let the asks pile up during the week a little. It’s much easier to sit down and be horny all at once than it is to be touch and go during the week. 😂 I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely in the mood for these two all the time, but a 15 minute work break is not nearly enough to continue the groove.

This is a heathens den. 🤭🥹 I can’t imagine anything more humble than drippy cocks and the men who wield them so perfectly.

NSFW; below the cut for some steamy Uchiha receiving a lap dance…and then some. Sorry, I (for obvious reasons) went a bit more on the Shisui side.

Obito:

A little bit concerned if I’m being honest, only at first. The only ‘poles’ he’s familiar with are chakra spears lol sure he’s heard of a stripper pole before, but never actually seen one.

Boy is sweating. Frothing at the mouth! Even more so when she swats his hands away! ‘Can I…can I touch you? Once?’ That damned laced piece she wears entices his hands and body to act of its own accord.

‘Touch me with your eyes.’ 😏 Well, ok then ma’am.

Obito will shamelessly use the sharingan to watch her every move. Ass, breasts and stomach are key points his sights devour. How easily he could rip that skimpy piece of lingerie off.

But… Tobi is a good boy, you see, he is patient. Waits his turn and when she grinds her ass into his lap then he will take what’s rightfully his. There is not much in the way of stopping this man, truthfully he’s still hopped up on the juice from the Ten Tails.

Extrudes his intentions through bliss glazed eyes before shoving her face down into the arm chair. Usually it’s Obito that is the one immobilized, but he’s far from it. Cramping his beautifully hard cock into her soft moist center the second he’s removed that dainty article of clothing. Sufficiently fucking her and himself stupid.

Shisui:

Heh. Surprised, but not unwelcomed. She is definitely a bit nervous now, Shisui is just so damn hot in his captains livery — fresh home from a mission... Sitting on the couch manspread and arms draped over the top. He certainly wasn’t expecting this sort of thing when they started living together…won’t complain either!

Hands. Wants to have his hands all over her from the start. Twirls her around and kisses her lower back. Who is seducing who here?? This was supposed to be a show for him! While she will do that cute little routine she worked on the last few days, the sound of arm bracers and basically the rest of his gear clatters. One by one to the floor. Even more nervous now, but why????

‘Keep going…’ he breathes out. This is exactly what he needs right now.

Oof, she falters a little bit, thankfully Shisui has basically stripped down to his boxer briefs. The swell of his semi presses against her ass so lovingly. Kindly making its presence known.

Shisui is not a dancer 😂 I mean, not like this. Seeing his s/o put her heart on her sleeve for him this way just makes his insides melt and his dick hard as fuck. It was a really sweet gesture and he apologizes profusely with each gentle thrust for interrupting her show since now she’s ended up inoperable. Beneath him on the couch, folded up delicately like some damn origami piece. Shisui has no chill, if his s/o is putting on a show for him; he’s going to give her one right back.

He’s going to express his gratitude in the most sincere way possible. Which is physically making her a whimpering mess as she comes right before he paints her stomach with that Uchiha glaze.

[butt0nzz66]

Part 2 theories

So like everyone I have been brain rotting over part one and the trailer for part 2! I am firmly in the living for the season camp, although would never so no to more Polin lol.

As an anxious girlie (who is equal parts dreading and excited for the LW fallout) that preview gave me heart palpitation's 🫡. So I have been scouring all four corners of the web for spoilers and I have a theory for part 2, leave now to not be spoiled!

I don’t think this clip from the promo is the mirror scene and they are faking us out…. Shocking I know.

So we also see this dress here:

Which some internet sources report is from episode 5 when Colin has a major bust up with Portia and then he takes Pen to see their new house. At which Pen is very emotional because nobody has ever stood up for her before and they ahem… finish what they started in the carriage. 😱😱

Also before anyone says I know the hair is different, however you show me anyone who’s hair stays perfectly in place after having their shit rocked by their sexy pirate fiancé who just ripped ya mum a new one.

This is all supposedly before their wedding and before Colin discovers LW and I don’t think the mirror scene will happen before this point. Which would also make sense as the most anticipated scene I don’t think Netflix would want to spoil it in the trailers, baring maybe the carriage scene which was also noticeably absent from all P1 promo (maybe even more anticipated seeing as it doesn’t happen in the book and is only referenced as boob man Colin’s fantasy (can you blame him)). As well as the connotations of what the mirror scene represents, it doesn’t make narrative sense to put it before she reveals every part of herself to him and he reaffirms that he adores every part of her. At the very least I am manifesting this because I’ll cry if it is before 🙃.

So that being said I think this is a fake out showing their first time in their new home in ep 5 that ISNT the mirror scene which would come in maybe ep 7 or 8 following LW Fallout.

So thanks for coming to my ted talk or better described as a theorising ramble so I don’t loose my actual marbles over the next 4 weeks (I’m at a big old age of 8 and twenty and I can’t be doing with this stress hun okay I have a full time job and responsibilities, I can’t be obsessing like I’m 16 again).

Basically I see you Netflix and if I’m right you are honour bound to let meeeee seeeeee now or pistols at dawn! Or if someone has seen it just dm me a thumbs up so I can at least be smug for the next 25 days.

Thoughts, comments, concerns come freak out with me .

[juniper2896]

I’m inconsiderate?? For deep cleaning the entire kitchen and organizing cabinets and declutterring to make the kitchen more open and happy…?? Because I moved a FEW items. Not to a completely different place either, just behind something in the same area… I made sure that the things we don’t use were towards the back and the things we use more are in the front. NOT to mention I put my things in the back or higher up and HER things closer and lower because she is short. I am so inconsiderate right??

I’m going to give you a list of inconsiderate things her and her husband have done…:

To start I took her in because she was getting a divorce and needed a place to live (I said she could live with me for 6 months rent free since she didn’t have a job)

Very first night, cant remember if he showed up or if she asked first but her new love interest had to sleep the night because she was scared alone and she felt safer with this guy she had known for 3 years but not in depth and had only been idk dating like a week?? So I said yeah sureee I want you to feel safe and comfortable here…

Sooooooo this new guy at that point had told her he would take care of her financially and she wouldn’t have to get a job, she could go to her exes house and play stay at home mom…So this guy has a job and is basically living with us right? So I should start making them pay rent right?? No I told her 6 months rent free…🥲🙃

So over those first months they slowly bring his things and buy new things and just start putting them anywhere… without asking me….

They start paying rent but can’t afford exactly half so I say I could pay 100 dollars more than them, oh and they can’t afford ANY bills (Electricity or wifi)… I am like okay cool its fine I make significantly more than him and can afford living here alone anyway so its totally fine🙃. But really it is because I am just like that, a good friend 😇.

Soooooo then they start moving the thermostat wherever the fuck they want it and turning on fans in rooms they aren’t in and plugging in something in every fucking outlet. OH!!! They closed vents in the living room and kitchen And went into my room to close my vent in my bathroom area so that they could get more air (Their room really is hotter than the rest of the apartment) Oh and their room didn’t have a ceiling fan but no worries, he is a handy man and installed one 👍🏻

They leave trash bags out on the porch 🤷🏼‍♀️

One morning I was on my lunch break at work and she called me saying soooooo last night me and P (Her lover/other roomie) rescued a kitten, It’s with me now (at her exes house while she watched her kids… a stray un vaccinated cat🙃) I am pretty sure she didn’t ask if it was okay if they could keep it, they just did. I had a pet cat btw that I adopted who was vaxed and fixed and payed for the pet deposit… but, I was like awh cuteeee😅

A month later I found a kitten in my parking spot and called Her down and she picked it up (I was having a hard time) and claimed it for herself💁🏼‍♀️ Cuz that makes sense. I wanted to take it to a shelter and she said welllll I picked it up so its mine anndddd then we had a second cat…

That first cat was a male (We thought it was a girl) and this new cat was definitely a girl… sooooooooo yup, they couldn’t afford to fixed them sooooo yeah they fucked all the time. I should have said lets rehome them but I honestly didn’t think I had a say… so now she is pregnant and they can’t afford anything to make sure she has a healthy pregnancy…Side note they won’t be able to afford the pet deposit when we all move in two months and she had the audacity to ask if I could foster them until they can afford them… wtf? I obviously said NO….

Lol is anyone actually reading all of these😅😅😅💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️💁🏼‍♀️

Sooooooo I have a house ready for me (My dear mother bought a house in the town I work in and I am going to rent it from her). I could totally break the lease and leave, I could have done that back in February… but they don’t have a place to go so I am waiting till our lease is up (They knew I was leaving and not renewing since September 2023) I am so inconsiderate right?

Back in February I was able to go stay at that new house for a month to make sure everything was working before we had renters move in… when I came back they had moved my apple TV plug into their room and told me right when I got home… she said “I hope that’s okay” not “Is that okay?”…. I had it in the living room and never went out there to watch tv and don’t really watch tv at all so I said it was okay…. It still is, but the point is they didn’t ask!

Also they had closed all my vents to my room so they could get more and never told me till I complained a week later about how hot my room was…

I’m sure there is more but my hand is cramping from all this I texted😅😅😅

So am I inconsiderate for moving a few items?? OH ALSO MOST THOSE ITEMS WERE ACTUALLY MINE🙃🙄

I know, if it bothered me I should have said something sooner right?? Well it didn’t really because I am very tolerant and just used to being pushed around without even realizing it. What bothered me was her saying I am “inconsiderate”…. When all I do is fucking people please to the point of overlooking all of my own wants and needs….

Okay I am done

[mintytealfox]

I was in a writing mood today so I started this mess lol the opening from the 'da capo zentradi au' that needs a new name 😂 I didn't edit much so good luck LOL

Some background:

Two species of humanoid now inhabit the same planet. One from another dead planet and seeking refuge and a new place to live (the humans). This was met with hostility from the original habitants (the larger one). A war broke out for 10 years, for the humans to come on top in the end. The larger species are now used as a sort of work horse in most cases. Some manual labor, others protecting the area and hunting, etc. there are still Nobels and high ups in politics but the less well-off tend to be put to difficult work and conditions. Even though the humans have the tech to make it easier, just don’t want to waste resources.  It’s a political way to keep them down, busy and obedient basically. 🙃

Norton, of course, works in the mines.

——

He awoke in a jolt as lights flashed on with what seemed like the blinding power of the sun. In an attempt to shield his eyes, he found that his wrists are bound behind him in the chair he is…tied to? Norton’s senses aren’t returning fast enough to get a decent grasp on what is happening here. Then a muffled sound hits his ears and his left one flicks in intrigue, trying to make out what it is…a voice? Maybe this voice has answers…

“…what’s going on? Where am I?”

A muffled response, he assumes that is what it is. The timing checked out for it to have been someone responding to him. He groans, irritated that his ears can’t make out what’s being said. Bobbing his head down and lightly shaking it, maybe this useless motion will bring back his senses.

The sound of fingers snapping brings him to attention, this being the first thing of clarity. Blinking his eyes, he is finally able to see a blurred individual come into clear view. Norton squints, “who are you…where am I? Why am I bound?”

“It’s me who should be asking questions Mr. Campbell…”

Norton arches a brow; he is only ever referred to this way when he’s in trouble. He looks around the clearing room, finding it blindingly white, every corner of it, with blaring lights above. There’s a window where he can only see himself but feels peering eyes watching him from the other side, then the sound waves from the wretched machine that dampens his enhanced hearing. Norton grits his teeth, the situation becoming more unideal the clearer the picture gets.

The only other individual in the room is seated across the table, studying Norton, patiently waiting for his ‘guest’ to get his bearings. “Judging by your jaw clenching, you’ve realized where you are…”

“Your kind had no right to do this. Take me….forcing me here…”

The individual shakes his head, “don’t be angry with me, I am the one trying to help you.”

Norton scoffs, “help me? Why would a human possibly help me?”

The man in white smiles, “well, I’m not fully human you see.” -he points at the slight point his ears come to-

“Is that supposed to comfort me? Finding out you’re half of two worlds? You’re associated with the people who took me, forced my body into this weak size, and hold me captive!” Norton yanks at his bindings in frustration. In this situation he should be doing all he can to keep his emotions in check, but the constant bombardment of: blinding light, deafening sound waves, and tight painful bindings on his body that was forced to biologically mutate in those stupid machines created to help his kind integrate with humans (make them human sized, the same process can return them to normal), if wished….All of this clashing together to make self-control difficult…purposely so….

The man in white remains silent as he carefully unfolds a loaf of freshly made bread and uncapping a jar of milk. This action alone bringing silence and potential obedience back into the room.

“Mr, Campbell…you can have this and your freedom if you answer some questions for me.”

Norton’s ears flick in curiosity, the scent of the fresh bread calming him, “about what?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten? Maybe you hit your head harder than originally thought…” the words trail off as he adjusts his monocle.

Norton tilts his head, then looks down at the human clothes he is wearing, he grimaces, well now he can’t check to see the state his work clothes were in, could have been a clue, and tries to wrack his brain for any memory of what happened before this. He catches a glimpse of the man across from him and is confused by the expression. This expression of joy?

“This memory loss can work in our favor.”

“Our—?”

“Yes~ Here” he scoots the bread and milk over to Norton’s side and snaps his fingers. Two guards enter and undo the bindings and take their new posts on either side of the suspect.

Norton watches this situation play out with palpable confusion, then lightly flinches as a hand is suddenly extended towards him for a shake.

“Call me, Orpheus. Shake my hand if you agree with this simple term, ‘I help you, you help me’ how does that sound?”

“What would you helping me entail?”

“? That memory loss is doing a number on you~” Orpheus smiles, “I’m getting you out of here and back home”

“Wh—“

“Just shake my hand so we can get on with it”

This has something suspicious written all over it, but honestly, he would do anything to never be in this situation again and this guy seems like someone who could ensure that. “Fine.” and takes his hand in a firm shake.

———

5 years later

Norton is in his small living quarters. Exhaustion dripping from him as he sits in silence after a long day. It’s frustrating how the humans call him and his colleagues in for every little thing. You’d think the species would be more capable since they are the ones who won the war all those years back. He takes a towel and wipes the coal from his face as best he can without water, not having much energy to care about fully cleaning up at the moment.

A chime plays, signifying someone is outside. Dumbfounded, Norton gets up and walks over to press the button to open the sliding metal door, but…no one is there. Looking from side to side he suddenly hears a voice clearing itself from below. His eyes shoot downward and spot the man from 5 years ago.

“You..?”

“My, my, forgotten my name have we. We really should have gotten that head of yours checked more thoroughly.” Orpheus just walks under Norton’s legs and enters the living quarters.

“Sure…just come in then…” slightly annoyed, Norton closes the door and turns to face him.

“Do you at least remember the deal we made?” His voice nonchalant as he cleans his monocle.

“Yes, I recall, Orpheus…”

He smiles, pleased and looks all the way up at his friend returned to his proper height. “Fantastic, how do you feel about getting rid of someone for me?”

Norton’s brows furrow, “‘get rid of’?”

“Yes, I need you to kill someone.”

[libra-stellium]

Tw: narc mom

There’s been a sense of freedom in finding out that my mother is a narcissist. I’ve noticed all the signs my whole life but it was under the idea that oh it’s just MY mother that’s like this. It’s just HER personality.

This put so much pressure on me bc it made it MY situation and that it was up to me and my mother to find a solution. I truly believed that if I’m able to learn new information and change my behavior accordingly so could she! And it always felt like I was so close to a breakthrough with her like if I just found the right words she would understand the pain she’s causing me and she would change her behavior. If I just compromised on these boundaries she would respect me and respect other boundaries. And this just kept happening for years. I was being baited 🤷🏾‍♀️

Hearing stories of other people with narcissistic parents, especially a narcissistic mother, I realized oh my god I have not been living a unique experience!!!! All those things I thought were just my mother were some very basic narcissistic tactics! I did not feel dumb or ashamed for falling for it but instead I felt validated! Like WOW I was feeling the exact way I was supposed to feel under the circumstances! A product of narcissistic abuse is not trusting your feelings and getting outside confirmation that other people react the same way was amazing.

I felt silly last year when I stopped eating my favorite cereal. In May 2022 my mother was staying with me and she asked me for a bowl of cereal. Nothing unpleasant had happened yet during her stay bc I was playing “the good daughter” knowing that she would only be there for a week and I did not feel like recovering and picking up the pieces of myself after making her angry. I had two cereal options and she asked me which one I would choose and I said “this one is my favorite!” And she said okay she would go with that one. She made herself a big bowl of it and acted like she was excited to eat it. She took a regular spoonful of it and GAGGED!! I was shocked and looking at her so confused and I’m sitting there thinking she’s choking and she goes “this is disgusting I don’t like it at all how can you eat that???” I just shrugged and she walked to the kitchen and emptied the bowl.

Immediately I was having so many thoughts in my head like “omg you’re so naive!! Why would you tell her it was your favorite?? Don’t you know by now you shouldn’t share what you like with her??? Everything was going so well!!” I don’t remember anything after that! It’s now almost September 2023 and I still haven’t had a bowl of that cereal. To add context it’s Honey Bunches of Oats lol the regular one in the orange box 🙃 not some random flavor of cereal that has many flavors or a strong flavor or anything like that lol she 1000% did it purposefully to be hurtful!

Me from last year was trying to figure out what to do bc I had been keeping my bigger likes to myself bc I noticed the pattern and i didn’t want them ruined for me! But how can you have a relationship with someone where you can’t even tell them your favorite cereal????

Fast forward to this year I’m learning that a narcissistic person will literally tell you that your likes are horrible as a way to bring you down bc you’re feeling joy from that thing and the goal is to reinforce this idea that you don’t deserve to feel joy unless they tell you you can!

I saw this play out on an episode of Say Yes to the Dress where the daughter was so excited about the dress and the mother completely shut her down by saying she didn’t like the dress at all she didn’t think it looked good and that if the daughter wanted it she would pay for it but she wasn’t going to pretend to like it. The daughter looked exactly how I did in that moment with the cereal just very defeated and even though she loved the dress she said she didn’t like it and wanted to take it off. I felt so bad for her and I wanted her to wear the dress anyway but I also understood that she couldn’t bc now the dress is tainted with her mother’s comments! The same way I can’t think of cereal without being reminded of that interaction is the same way she would be reminded of her mother’s comment on her wedding day while she’s getting ready! And you can tell it was intentional in the episode bc there’s a clip of the mother pointing out the dress on the mannequin before saying how beautiful the dress is and then there’s another clip where as her daughter is trying on wedding dresses she’s complimenting the dress of the seamstress. It’s all just to reinforce the programming for the daughter that she is not important even when she’s a bride picking out her wedding dress and that she can’t trust herself bc she loved a dress that her mother completely disliked.

This episode was eye opening for me bc ever since I started day dreaming about getting married (Libra things lol) I always knew that I would either go find my dress by myself or I would take a couple of my closest friends with me! At the time I told myself it’s bc the women in my immediate family don’t get along and I don’t want to risk an argument during my fitting bc that would bring down the mood and that is not true at all! I just couldn’t admit to myself at the time that my mother would intentionally ruin the moment for me in some way! I couldn’t admit to myself that my mother would intentionally make me feel bad knowing how important that day would be for me.

I’m now 4 weeks no contact with her! She still sends the occasional text message telling me she misses me and loves me and I feel nothing most times but she sent me another message last night as I was watching a show and I broke down. As I watched the parent child relationship in front of me it was so heartbreaking to know that I’ve never had that and that I never will. Which is incredibly unfair!

[winchesterszvonecek]

•so... that's new.

"CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED?" PROMPTS

Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek x fem

I think the reason you’re getting more Otis requests than anyone else on your list is obviously because you’re basically the only one left who writes for him, Last year there was a blogger who started writing for Otis due to the sad complaint that nobody writes for him but it was clear the blogger wasn’t all that interested in Otis to start with so eventually the problem or excuse was that she couldn’t get over his death and that there were too many Otis requests so she felt overwhelmed or whatever and decided no more Otis anything…So basically when a new blogger/writer comes on the scene and they write for Otis I guess people jump on the opportunity cause they never know whether it’ll come to an abrupt end all of a sudden 🤷🏻‍♀️, That and Otis content is a rare commodity in general but there are TONS of people who write for the popular characters who everybody seems to love like Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes, Kelly Severide, Jay Halstead etc.

P.s I’m by no means being salty or anything by referencing Will & Connor as I’ve noticed you’re accepting requests for them I was just trying to shed a little light on the influx of Otis requests you’ve probably received and continue to receive😊🩷💛 I love your work you’re extremely talented!

i’m going to post your request on a separate post as this ask takes up a bit of room, but… i guess that explains it!

i had someone mention something similar to this a few weeks ago but i had no idea what they were talking about as i’m new to the Chicago Fire side of tumblr so I guess it was probably relating to what you’ve told me…

but you won’t need to worry about that with me, I am very, very interested in Otis, if you can’t tell lol, he’s been my favourite from the start and will continue to be even long after his death, which I also can’t get over but that’s why I like to write for him so I can live in denial for a little longer and pretend he’s simply off on vacation anytime I watch the later seasons 🙃

as long as there’s an audience for Otis/people willing to support my work and send me requests (but not now! they’re closed atm) then I will continue to do what I can to make up for the severe lack of Otis content out there!

and don’t worry, I didn’t think you were being salty at all as I agree with you, people do tend to write for the same characters because they’re known as the “hot” ones, even though Otis is too and if you can’t see that then I’m sorry, but I just wanted to offer a little more variety for those who maybe aren’t that into Otis, which is fine!! I know he’s not for everyone but yeah, I just wanted to branch out a little and since I never really felt attracted to Severide or Casey, i opted for Will and Connor instead 😀

[grippingbeskar]

Hey lovely 😊 how's life? How are you REALLY doing?

I'm patiently waiting for 25th chapter of salt, ice and fire. 😇 It's totally fine if you want to concentrate on something else for a while, just wanted to know if you're okay 🥹

It is a coincidence, but everytime I had a shitty day, suddenly a new chapter came out and it always made me feel so much better. I'm having extremely hard time at work lately and everyday I'm hoping for the next chapter. At the same time I don't want it to end yet and the realization breaks my heart, so actually I'm glad you haven't posted it 🫠

I'm such a tragic piece of shit 😆

Anyway, can I have a tiny tiny request? I'd love a one shot with Frank with a lot of fluff and "sweeheart"(s) and love and just Frank being supportive and protective, basically anything that would take my mind off work. I've been getting up way too early, coming home late, the job itself is not so bad, but the people are awful. To be honest, everyday I come home shut the front door and just break down in tears.

Whoa, can't believe I made this about myself, when I was asking how are YOU doing. I still wanna know! 🙃

I hope I'm not asking too much, if you don't feel like writing it, I'll understand.

Take care 🖤

D

sweet loving— a SIAF drabble

— @lemon-world1 read the end of this fic for my long ass reply to this sweet message, i ranted a bit too long lmao 💞

— also, this can be read as a lil one shot, but it’s set in my series universe, salt, ice and fire, between chapter 24 and 25. but it’s just sweet and fluffy. this isn’t proof read i wrote it as soon as i got this ask so pls excuse any errors <3

— warnings: none. just happy thoughts :)

Your shoulders ache, feet past the point of pain as you trudge through the door and slam it behind you. It wasn’t anything in particular— more everything all at once that was weighing on you. Even your hands shook as they through the keys on the table, the loud clatter like a final straw, making your eyes squeeze shut at the noisy intrusion.

You only make it about three steps forward before you hear him moving. It’s late— windows permanently drawn shut, but usually the light can trickle in when the sun hits, dancing along the old wood floors like shimmering diamonds. Not now though. Apart from the hue of the moon, the apartment is pitch black, so even if your eyes were open you wouldn’t see him coming. He clears the length of the living room in only a few long strides, your eyes not even having time to open before you feel him.

He doesn’t say anything, either because it’s so late and he doesn’t want to crack the silence or because he could tell it had been a long day. He always could just tell— it would of been unnerving, how easily he could read you, if you didn’t love it so much. His arms wrap tightly around your lower back, the other snaking under your ass so he can lift you up off the floor. Your legs relax around him, a years worth of tension floating down and away from you just in the way he holds you close.

Your head falls into the crook of his neck, back almost arching into the heat of his body. He had been asleep, you could tell because of how warm his skin was, and how he groaned lazily as he turned to walk you into your bedroom.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He murmurs, head dipping to kiss under your jaw. You can’t find words just yet, just humming in response as his lips continue their path down your neck. It’s all softness and sweetness, and it’s another way Frank manages to read you. He knows what you want before you ever have to ask for it.

You expect to be taken to bed, content to fall asleep in the clothes you were in all day if it meant staying attached to Frank’s body, but instead you feel the cold porcelain of the sink under your thighs. Your eyes flutter open, seeing the cool tones of your bathroom shadowed behind Franks body, his hands holding your head up.

“Hey.” You smile lazily, and he returns it, light sparkling in his eye when you nuzzle your face into his palm. “What’re we doing in here?”

“Getting changed.” He says simply, his hands travelling down to hook underneath your shirt and swiftly pull it over your head. You let him move you around, a sleepy smile on your face, content to do whatever it is he wants you to do. “Can’t sleep in jeans.”

“I can just sleep naked.” He leans into your open legs, chest pressing to yours as he laughs, the sound muffled in your hair. You feel his hands again, calloused and searching for the clip of your bra, undoing it like he has a thousand times before. It still sends a shiver up your spine.

“Heads always in the gutter, ain’t it sweetheart?” He pulls a shirt— his shirt, you can tell— over your head, before his hands come back to your cheeks to encourage you closer. He finally kissed you, and you sigh appreciatively, like he’s serving you something you’ve craved for months, though it had really just been mere hours.

The kiss is slow. His lips melt into your own, your body slumping forward to taste more of him. Your hands wander through his hair, down his neck to his shoulders, his skin still impossibly warm despite the chill air of the bathroom. You moan as his hands dip again, slowly working the button on your jeans. When they give, he slides you off the counter, and you whine when his lips leave yours.

“Frank.” You pout, and he shakes his head. You can see the smug smirk of his face from this angle as he sinks down in front of you, taking your jeans off and freeing your legs so you stood before him in just his shirt and your underwear.

He takes his time coming back up, hands sliding up the skin of your calves, slowly up behind your thighs, stopping on your ass. He can’t help himself even in the middle of the night, giving the flesh a light squeeze that he knows always makes you laugh before stilling on your hips.

“Didn’t realise you’d be so late, baby.” He flicks the lights off, sinking you both into darkness as he guides you back to your bedroom.

“Neither. Took too long.” You can’t think about the events of the day, not when he’s kissing you all over, worshipping every bit of you he can reach before he tugs you down on the bed.

“What happened?” He wraps his arms around you, trailing his fingers up and down your leg as he pulls you flush against his body.

“Someone was just… they said some shit when I walked past. Nothing crazy, I just— “ You whisper all of it in confession. “People are just the fucking worst sometimes.”

“Who?” Franks voice drops lower, a tone you only recognise when he’s holding a gun.

“I don’t know them. It’s fine, I just don’t want to think about it anymore.” Frank grumbles something aggressive under his breath, and you have no doubt he’ll push you on it tomorrow, but for now his hands are too distracting, and the wet heat of his mouth under your jaw has you sighing his name. “Fuck, Frank.”

“It’s late, baby. Get some sleep— I’ll take care of you in the morning.” His words drip like honey down your spine, full of care and affection you wouldn’t think was possible from someone who used to be so hard and cold to you. Now, it was impossible to place him acting with anything but utter adoration with you.

You hum again, and as much as you want to roll over and show him how much you appreciate him, the simple touches and gestures of this moment are sending you drifting off to a place of complete relaxation. So much so that you can feel sleep creeping up behind your closed eyes, Frank still kissing you softly on the top of your head before tucking himself behind you on the pillows.

“Love you, Frankie.” You feel him puff out a breath at the nickname, his smile evident on your skin.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He replies back, and you drift to sleep, knowing Frank will always give you exactly what you need, even if it’s as simple as a good nights sleep.

—first hello. i want you to know this literally made me CRY. like tears were shed. you are the sweetest person ever i am actually a mess. i love hearing that the story has the ability to make you happy in any way, it’s all i ever wanted to do and i appreciate you so much! i am working on the next chapter, ngl i have been distracted watching the last of us and falling into a joel miller hole (he is just so fine i whfjeigkfj) BUT it’s coming!!!

—and i am in the same boat. i don’t want the story to end at all, and i think that’s why i’m putting off writing this next chapter. i know there’s one more after this, but i think i’ll have written everything i wanted to write for this series after the next two. so i think that will actually be it and i am EMOTIONAL! i think i’ll take a little break from series, because i miss writing one shots for frank BUT there is more series in the future, and i will definitely not stop writing for frank ever. he’s my number one forever and always.

—i’m so so sorry you’re having a hard time at the moment, but i hope this tiny lil moment right here helps a little!!! i’ve placed it in the SIAF world, and it’s literally the timeline right in between the last chapter and the next chapter, so i’m basically bribing you with this in hopes it’ll help until i finish the next chapter 😭

—okay i’ll stop ranting now, but as soon as i saw this ask i was like i need to write this right now because you deserve it. lots of love, and i hope things start to look up for you. xx

[donttakeitsopersonal]

Seeing internet drama like… match up or I suppose mirror the subplot of a webcomic I’m reading is so so fascinating. I mean it’s like drama that we’ve seen a bazillion times if you’ve spent enough time in the right circles but idk seeing it playing out too with real people got me thinking again.

Waffles under cut

Ima keep it vague even tho im an absolute nobody, knowing my luck, this will breach containment and then my unorthodox new ways of thinking will ruffle feathers haha but yeah.

Essentially the comic is about the aftermath of a murder and how people are living their lives after that. One of the accomplices is free and living their life and they’re also online. People find out and bully them, someone even suggested deleting their accounts and going offline for a while, but they don’t want to. One thing that is brought up with it is everyone keeps telling them they got to take accountability, which is true. But that’s got me asking well what does that look like? Like it can really look a lot of different ways but watching irl drama play out it makes me wonder if anything will ever be good enough for people. Like I’ve even seen this same scenario play out many times and there’s usually always a vocal group who just want the guilty party to be forever guilty. Is it good enough for them to take accountability, apologize, and rectify their behavior? (I’m talking low stakes drama here not like heinous abuse lol) it just really feels like if you ever make a tiny misstep online that’s your cross to bear forever. I feel like it’s very reductive and doesn’t allow the person to grow and change, which, isn’t that what we want? For people to grow and change and better themselves? Like idk man at this point in time if you can’t show me examples of someone doing XYZ shitty thing within the last year, like yknow something recent, I really couldn’t give a flying sideways fuck. If someone said “hey I did XYZ at this time and that was fucked and shitty and I’ve worked to change myself” and they haven’t done XYZ and did work to change themself, then idk man you sound incredibly immature and like you gotta mind your own business. Like it’s perfectly fine to be like “I don’t like this person they’re icky to me” that’s fucking fine you don’t need a good reason to not like people they can just give you general ick, water and oil don’t mix and you won’t like everyone you meet. You don’t have to be a bully tho 🙄🙄

OMG lemme waffle about other silly drama I saw that’s just like oh myfuckingod you do not need to and also hey wait a minute. So this one car influencer who is a very mean girl that’s also mean to other women while trying to present as a ✨Girl’s Girl✨™️ has had this, I shit yall not, YEARS beef with this other gal. So two face (that’s what ima call her lol) years ago, like BC(before covid) times TF was doing modeling and mechanic work, wow femme model on car soooo original /s 🙃so at this point in time she was actually a ✨Girl’s Girl✨™️, or at least pretended like it well enough lol, and was friends with some other blue collar girlies. She said she’d help them start their own OFs if they wanted and one took her up on that offer. Idk what happened exactly but TF started accusing said girl that she was copying her and taking her business. And like this was all so funny to me because like this just gave me DeviantArt sparkledog furry drama circa. 2007, like legit “yOu CaNt PaInT yOuR cAr PuRpLe!!11 YoU cOpIeD!!!!2!11!” Like bro this is straight up “you copied my design because you also have stripes on your tail” like day one internet shit, get with it girl. But also this is funny too because I seen her at that time basically copy someone else’s video like cmon. So anyways that basically made their friendship implode on itself and she has since then had a vengeance on this poor girl lol so here’s the nutty part, TF will constantly say “this girl is always copying everything I do, I saw her doing XYZ” which like is kinda inconspicuous when you hear it but then it’s like wait, you say you do not like this person, you try and avoid them, so on and w/e so it’s like wait,,, HOW do you know that??🤨unless you’re checking out her page and following what she does 👀 sussy. And like the other gal she’s cool and nice, we’ll call her GG, but I NEVER see her saying SHIT about TF unless TF did something like get her page flagged or something, which I feel is normal. And like mind yall this has been going on for over the span of years. So being an outside spectator to this all I seriously think TF is projecting onto GG, at least with the “oooh you stalking my page waaah” like girl idk you the only one posting videos about someone else 👀and also I feel like TF feels like I wanna say attacked but not really, maybe more like GG makes TF feel inadequate? But like I feel like seeing GG’s journey it’s what TF have strived for, like GG was a dealer mechanic, and now has her own shop with her mans and their friend. Like TF has only ever worked at like quick lube places and I think very very briefly at a custom shop or something. Like a month or less. And while I can say TF can perform the work, she is not what I would consider a high level mechanic. Like you just realistically have not seen that many cars, you’re not going to see the normal stuff that comes into places you’re not going to have that experience. Yeah working on your own stuff gives you skills a dealer or shop won’t but there’s far more you’ll learn in a shop, and I feel like deep down she knows that and feels threatened by it. Cause like girl why the hell else would you be paying so close attention to this game that you’d clown on her miscarrying like brruuuuuhhhhh you did not have tooooooooo 🥴🥴🥴that VIDEO could’ve stayed in the drafts😶 the fact she made a video too is big YIKES. But wow yeah it’s nutty asf, reality is stranger than fiction

[remarkable-ghost]

[cowboysandpilots]

Curiosity Confuses The Cat (Part 2)

PSA: This is a PART 2. You can read PART 1 HERE

(Hi :) Before you start reading I just want to say I'm sorry if Robin is a little ooc, I feel like I haven’t cracked how to write her perfectly yet, but I needed her to be there as Steve’s bestie. 🤪 ANYWAY While you’re here I would graciously ask you to please consider BUYING ME A COFFEE ☕️ if you can as my hours have been cut at work 🙃 Likes and Reblogs are always ALWAYS appreciated as well of course. ❤️ AND NOW… back to our regularly scheduled programming.)

It basically takes Steve less than an hour to track down Robin and tell her what happened. It would've taken him less but he couldn't just leave the store while it was open. He speeds down the road until his brakes squeal to a stop outside her house. He doesn't even get out, just rolls down his window and shouts her name toward the house. 

He shouts again, over and over until she comes out the door, yelling something about “hold your horses” before she slams the door behind her and jogging up to the car. She leans down, arm against the window sill to talk into the open window. “What’s got your panties in a bunch?”

“Just get in,” is all Steve says and she does. She’s just pulling the door closed as he’s speeding off again. 

“Jesus, Harrington. What’s going on?” 

“Okay.” He starts off. “You and Eddie have that whole… ‘gay thing’ right? The one where you're cool with each other because you're both gay right? You have this… code or whatever?” He’s talking about as fast as he’s driving and Robin can’t get the terrified look off her face.

“Yeah I mean, I guess… I guess you could call it a code.” Her voice shakes even over the roar of the engine. “Can you please slow down?”

“Sure, and how exactly would someone get in on this code?”

“Steve!” Robin answers, even more urgent now. That seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in and he steps on the brakes to slow down which they both seem to breathe a sigh of relief too. “Now, what's going on?”

“How did you know you liked girls?” Steve asks, hands tight on the steering wheel. 

“You’ve asked me that already. Ages ago, actually.”

“Okay yes, but I don't think you're understanding me. How did you… know you liked boobies instead of dick?” He puts it the only way he knows how and he’s serious even though it makes Robin snort. 

“Real classy Harrington.”

“I’m being serious here Rob!” Steve yells and Robin pales. 

“Just tell me what happened.”

Steve sighs and pulls into an abandoned parking lot, putting the car in park. “Eddie was talking to me and I got… butterflies.” He cringes. 

Robin gasps loudly, hitting Steve in his arm repeatedly. “You like a GUY?” She yells. “No, No. You like Eddie?”

Steve is immediately defensive. “No! I mean, I don’t know! Is that what butterflies mean? Am I a queer now?” He waited for Robin to answer without looking at her and when an answer didn't come as quick as he thought it should, he looked over to find her just smirking at him. "What? Is that bad?" He asks, and god, he's really freaking about this. 

“Do you think it’s bad?” Robin counters and why can’t she ever just answer one of his questions? He just wants things to be easy for once. He knows that she just wants him to come to his own conclusions and grow as a person but damn, it's so hard.

Steve rolls his eyes. “You know I don't give a shit about what people do with their lives, you and Eddie are gay and i’m totally cool with that.”

“But you’re not cool with it for yourself.” Robin points out bluntly and… shit. Steve thinks she’s right.

Is supposed to just keep this newfound discovery to himself? That he’s so ashamed of himself for something that he doesn't even know is true yet. “The butterflies could be nothing right? I mean, maybe I was just nervous because he’s such a weirdo.”

Robin smirks at that. “Steve. You love weirdos.”

He sighed. There’s absolutely no way that he was getting out of this conversation. Everything he could think up as an excuse, he knew Robin would have a counter. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll put it this way, have you ever had a crush on a boy before?” She asks gently, to which Steve just shakes his head. “When you're talking to Eddie, do you feel the same as when you're talking to girls?” Then she quickly adds, “No, Scratch that because we both know you don't have real feelings for every girl you’ve been with. Do you feel the same with Eddie as you did with Nancy?”

Steve doesn't say anything for a really long time, just stares out the front windshield, eyes wide and unblinking before he finally gets out a quiet, shaky, “Yeah, I do.”

[bby-bo]

“Joint Simping Session”

i am the hugest Sukuna whore💕, and by transitive property I also love Itadori.  I love reading fics with both Sukuna and Itadori they provide me with intense amounts of serotonin so you already know I had to contribute 🙃😙

- bo

Pairing: Itadori x Reader, Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: In which Sukuna finds himself annoyed with Itadori’s relationship with you, but can’t seem to find it in himself to complain whenever the brat spends time staring at photos of you.

Being stuck in Itadori’s head was absolute fucking hell for Sukuna.  He was bored with the mundane human life, and he didn’t understand it.  Why was this brat wasting so many hours sleeping in or scrolling through his phone when he was clearly lacking some of the most basic skills of being a sorcerer?  But what bothered Sukuna above all else was Itadori’s relationship with you.

You had been officially dating Yuji for only a handful of months before his grandfather died, but that didn’t mean the familiarity from years of friendship was lost.  The two of you had always been close and most of your other high school friends weren’t shocked when it blossomed into a relationship.  So when Yuji didn’t call to say goodnight you immediately knew something was off.  You texted him asking if everything was alright, and 40 minutes later you saw he had read the message.  But no reply.  You figured he must be having a bad day, and obviously wanted to take some space to recharge.  With this in mind you sent him one more quick text, letting him know that he could always talk to you if he felt like he wanted to vent, and that you would always be on his side no matter what came to pass.

How the hell were you supposed to know that would come to include a thousand year old curse manifesting itself in Yuji’s body as a result of him eating some nasty old severed finger?

Yuji texted you back incredibly late into the night, saying he wanted to meet you at your high school immediately.  He wanted to make sure you knew what was going on especially if he was going to be transferring to Jujutsu Tech as a consequence of his slightly more than reckless actions.  Itadori had ensured that he had the ability to suppress Sukuna’s soul, Gojo having already greeted the curse in person, so he asked Gojo and Fushiguro to be patient for “just a few more minutes”  as he waited for you to show up at the school gates.

Your figure came running up the hill 15 minutes later, phone in hand, eyes blown wide in the dark and scanning the grounds for Yuji.  Your cheeks were flushed and tears threatened to spill over your lashes as the sight of your roughed up boyfriend came into view.

“Yuji! What in God’s name happened to you? Why are you walking around shirtless at night, you’ll get a cold!” You fired off questions, deep worry clear in your tone and Yuji immediately felt guilty as a single tear quickly streaked down your cheek.

“Yuji what the hell are we doing at-” He cut you off with a tight hug, burying his face into your neck and suppressing the rising thoughts of his grandfather and all the events that had followed.  It was a lot to digest, and yet he felt the physical tension leave his muscles as his body practically melted into yours.  He craved the softness of your touch after such a ridiculously wild night.

“Don’t put on such a disgusting display with an audience you brat”

“...” You quickly pulled back and stared your boyfriend directly in the face.

“...” He couldn’t meet your gaze, eyes sheepishly looking off to the side as he hoped you would shrug it off as a figment of your imagination.

“Yuji.  Is there something you would like to tell me.”  It was clear from the flatness of your unamused tone that you weren’t really asking, not even a hint of your previous emotions showing on your face.

“I ate something that belonged to someone else, someone really old-”

“Watch your fucking mouth before I make you regret your words, human”

“-and now that someone lives in my head and shares my body.”  Yuji carried on simply as if a mouth hadn’t just formed on his cheek, interrupting his explanation of what you perceived to be an incredibly vivid dream.  Taking a step out of his arms, you took a minute to really look your boyfriend over again.  There were tiny slits just beneath either one of his eyes that certainly hadn’t been there before, and if you had to be honest with yourself it seemed like his body had also spontaneously taken on a bit more muscle too.  And there was no way you dreamt up that mouth that opened up on the side of his face.  No way you dreamt up the way it spat that word; “human”.

“...okay...Yuji what exactly did you eat..?” You asked as if you didn’t really want to know the answer, words dancing in the air as you attempted to pull all logic from the situation and just accept it at face value for the time being.

“I feel like you’re gonna yell at me…” Yuji brought a hand up to rub the back of his head, a nervous smile making its way onto his lips as he tried to laugh off what he had done.

“I swallowed a finger that was cut from a 1,000 year old curse” Finally bringing his gaze back to you, Yuji actually had the audacity to smile as if everything was fine, as if he hadn’t possibly ingested an extremely toxic substance- a body part for that matter as well.

-

That was the first time you had been introduced to Sukuna.  From that moment onward it had been a battle for the King of Curses to remain patient, having finally been granted a vessel that could withstand his soul but having no control over the body itself.  Not to mention Itadori clearly had no training in Jujutsu or even in generally controlling himself.  Sukuna wondered if that useless boy even realized how often he translated his thoughts directly to Sukuna’s ear- not every thought, but ones that had strong emotions behind them.  Naturally, albeit to Sukuna’s extreme frustration and annoyance, that often meant he had to hear a lot of what Itadori thought about you.  

“You fucking brat, are you just going to constantly tell me your horny fantasies or are you going to finally get this under control already? I'm sick of hearing about that goddamn woman; put your time to better use and rid yourself of such a useless distraction already”  Sukuna was ruthless when it came to you at first.  The curse always had something snarky and incredibly offensive to say, and Itadori noticed the way Sukuna put just a little more effort into his complaints about you.  

“Relax, Y/N is a great support system for me and she didn’t even think about breaking up with me; even after you came into the picture”

“Watch your tone when you address me brat.  That woman would have no reason to ever leave because of me of all things.” Sukuna practically snarled, his pride the tiniest bit bruised over Itadori implying that Sukuna was the undesirable one between the two of them.  He was the fucking King of Curses, at his prime he had human women and female curses alike falling at his feet, begging him for his time and attention.  Not that he ever indulged any of them past his own physical necessities. 

The conversation was interrupted as Itadori’s phone pinged, an Instagram notification coming through.  “Y/N L/N posted a new photo” God this brat was so fucking obsessed with such a plain and regular woman. Sukuna rolled his eyes as he read what Itadori’s eyes saw, ready to fire off another complaint.  However Itadori didn’t hesitate, pressing his thumb on the banner, Instagram opening automatically and bringing up your post.  The insult on the tip of Sukuna’s tongue died, his mind blanking for only but a second.

The caption was short and sweet, but the message was lost on Itadori’s mind, as loud thoughts about your skin, hair, eyes, mouth and nose flooded Sukuna’s headspace.  There came no snide remarks this time around from the curse though; not that Itadori noticed, too preoccupied with typing out some sickly sweet comment beneath the post before bringing the phone screen closer to his face to zoom in over every inch of you.

It was a selfie, only your body from the mid chest area upwards was visible.  You had a loose, cable knit sweater on, as your face rested in one of your hands.  The sleeve of the sweater covered nearly your entire palm, one side of the neckline slipping perfectly, just so that a little more of your collar bone was showing.  Your hair was down in it’s beautifully natural state, and light makeup played up some of your best features.  Sukuna watched as Itadori zoomed in on your face, taking notice of every little detail.  The blush across your nose and cheeks, the darkness of your coated lashes, and the slight glitter of highlighter that could be seen on the tip of your nose and on the inner corners of your eyes.  Sukuna’s eyes glanced down to where that slight glitter could be seen across the cupid's bow of your lips as well, and he couldn’t help but be just the tiniest bit grateful that his useless vessel had somehow won the affections of a woman with your face and features.  Not that he would ever admit that to himself, never mind you or the brat.

The capabilities of modern technology were not lost on Sukuna, as he also subconsciously marveled over how he was seeing your face without you actually being present.  And he couldn’t ignore Itadori’s thoughts, steadily streaming into his mind, clouding his rational thought; at least that’s how Sukuna explained this brief moment of weakness.  Sukuna was no weak minded fool though, he could easily discern between Itadori’s thoughts and his own.  But he would never in another thousand years admit that he found himself invested in the photo as well, his eyes never tearing from your features on Itadori’s phone screen.  

Minutes passed and Itadori was still staring, making no moves to contact you. And Sukuna was quickly getting fed up.  This idiot had absolutely zero fucking guts and Sukuna did not like to be kept waiting.  It wasn’t that he wanted to see you, he just refused to allow himself to be attached to someone with no balls.  Speaking up for the first time since Itadori opened Instagram, Sukuna’s patience ran out and he broke the concentrated silence.

“Are you going to call her and tell her to come over or what you spineless brat”

[kimberly-spirits13]

Reader Getting Stuck in Raven’s Fairytale Book and Robin Saving Them HC (Request)

You weren’t going through Raven’s room

Nope you were just minding your own business in the kitchen and BOOM

You’re sucked into a story book

More specifically you’re sucked into Sleeping Beauty

We’re gonna do the Disney version instead of the OG cause yea

So you get in and take the roll of Aurora which means that you get to go into a 100 year sleep

Back in the tower, everyone is looking for you and suddenly they hear Raven start yelling for everyone

That’s when they realize what’s happening and Raven is just confused as to why she’s having books suck people into them since this isn’t the one that does that

Except that it is

She realizes that someone has to go in but she can’t since she has to monitor the book from the outside in case something goes wrong

Robin volunteers totally not thinking about the kissing part

The rest of the team just doesn’t say anything hoping that finalllyyyy you two would get together if you don’t die in the process

Raven keeps a link with Robin in the story book

She makes sure to lead the pages along and guide him through what he has to do to reach you

It’s all going fine until Maleficent

This bitch does the most cause she’s petty and we love her but for this cause like time crunch girly

Once this starts happening, Raven suddenly can’t communicate with Robin through the thorns

Cause there’s always a part where the side characters just don’t anymore

And that would be now children

So he takes up the sword that was magically bestowed onto him and something that resembles a wing ding and basically just KO’s Maleficent into the pits of hell

Cause we all know that if you call upon the power of hell and then die with those powers you’re in some deep shit right there

Some might say you’re on the highways hell 🙃

So when he finally defeats Maleficent he runs up to the tower

This idiot tries to wake you up by shouting at you and then gives you CPR cause he just assumes that you’re dead

And then he realizes

👁👄👁

Uh duhhhhhhhh

FAIRY TALE AWKARD KISS ENSUES

I have to say that it was awkward for him since he’s a respectful king and really just didn’t want you to have to kiss him without consent but like you couldn’t and he didn’t want the two of you to die

You wake up but you’re still stuck in the book

He explains everything that happened and why you’re all dressed up fancy and why he looks the way he does and then you are just like

Well what do we do now

He tries to dodge the topic of the kiss but you won’t let him

Soooooo you kissed me

Yeaaa cause otherwise we’d be stuck here and die

Well we’re still stuck so you’re sure that there wasn’t another reason

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hehe

And that’s when he spills the entire pot of beans

Like yes he’s had a massive crush on you and he didn’t say anything since he didn’t want you to feel weird and he didn’t want anything to come between your friendship and then BOOM

You kiss him this time and say that you like him too

Bada bing bada boom the story starts to disintegrate and you think you’re gonna die

And then Raven comes through and tells you two to hold on cause it’s gonna be a bumpy ride

You’re essentially holding onto each other for dear life while falling through a ton of stories as you can hear the sounds of pages rapidly flipping and then the sounds of the tower start to get louder and louder

And that’s when you fall from the ceiling of the kitchen on top of each other and are back

Raven just has the smug look the entire tome since she knows exactly what was happening

Like girlllllllllll

But she doesn’t say anything since she’s a respectful queen and doesn’t snitch

But the others do figure it out eventually after putting two and two together and then you get teased relentlessly about it for the rest of your happy lives

I just want to add that during this i just imagine Robin and reader dancing along to Once Upon a Dream in the empty ballroom while music plays from the instruments but since the story is technically complete there’s no one else in the room and just them and it’s so lovely and serene and like young love guys omg

I might have to do a bit on that

Like a series of fairy tales where reader gets stuck or smt with another character like omg

And have polls of like which character for who

Yea i might do that when i get all of these requests done

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

sorry I’m having a clown story complaint about my parent again and just need to rant 🙃

so they come into my room with our cat and tell me it was funny to hear me giggle tonight (/gen, not actually sarcasm), saying “I heard you and wondered what’s that?“ to which I reply “and then probably: Are you still here?” which refers to an argument we had a few days ago where I got up early, think 3am, to stream the DLC for friends in a different time zone. My playstation from which I stream is in our shared living room and I had informed them about my plans the night before so they wouldn’t get worried should they hear sounds from downstairs in the middle of the night but I generally kept very quiet and used a headset.

When they came down around 6am bc they had to go to work I was still playing but not streaming anymore and greated them with a friendly “Good morning”. All I got as a reply was a growled “Are you still here?”. 🙃 I get that it’s the early morning and I had been awake for a while but I still find that rude asf even or especially if you’re talking to your adult child. I would have been fine with no answer or a groan or just any sign they were not up to talk, all I got was a passive aggressive rude as shit remark and I let them know how I felt about it. At first we laughed about it bc they recognised it was out of place.

I have brought this up multiple times because I am still upset about it. If this was a singular occurrence I probably would have let it go but things like this keep happening since I’ve been a child and they refuse to apologise for it or even acknowledge that their behaviour was totally rude and that it is another instance of them not taking me seriously when I am upset. Call me weird but I think that being family or friends does not give anyone permission to be rude. It also was not a playful or sarcastic comment. It was 100% meant like that and said like my existance is a waste of space. It doesn’t matter if that was the actual intention behind it (I don’t even think so) and they’re an adult who should know.

So I comment this and they immediately know, turn to our cat and say how good it is that she, the cat, doesn’t hold grudges unlike me. I am not saying this lightly but… my parent actually respects the cat‘s autonomy and boundaries and if they didn’t maybe she would react more like me because that’s not the same way I have been treated. I hate this. I hate that I am not joking.

Now this is snippy but I ask if maybe it had occurred to them that I hold grudges that much because my parent has almost never actually done things to protect me or be on my side, neither in my childhood nor in my grown-up life. By that I don’t mean give me everything I want but rather basic things like respecting my boundaries and actually helping me enforce them when others like strangers or family members etc are crossing them. (I have my entire life been unnecessarily criticised by my parent and always been asked to compromise my own set of boundaries/well-being/need for protection in favour of others.) Then they come with the whole dramatic spiel again of how many things they have done and do for me which I never acknowledge and am never thankful for, that I‘m always just complaining and they have already apologised for they things they have done wrong. Also all not true. I am very thankful for the support I actually have received, make a point to express that as much as possible and literally tell them every time this is brought up that this is not mutually exclusive and you can still do good in many aspects and do harm in others. Additionally I have rarely received apologies for anything but even when I did their behaviour would not reflect that.

I am so done with this. I hate it so much. I can’t even have a proper conversation with them about these things without having them escalate it to yet another conflict and it constantly feels like I‘m fighting a teenager.