#i'm an asshole but i can control myself sometimes

[your-thighness]

i made my bro in law cry on his birthday

[strniohoeee]

Please? For me

REQUEST: chris and nick catching matt and reader doing it and confronting them. they used to hate eachother but one night they finally figure out that they like eachother but they get caught

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Why was y/n in Matt’s room entertaining him if she hated him so much? The world may never know…

Warning⚠️: SMUTTT, toxic ish?? Idek tbh. I hate this so proceed with caution 😔

Song for imagine: You Know I’m No Good- Any Winehouse

I cheated myself

Like I knew I would

I told you I was trouble

You know that I’m no good

If there’s a God out there please turn a blind eye to this. This seems like a poor judgment of character, but I have my reasons. We all fall to sin sometimes….don't we??

“Hellooooo bitchessss” I yell as I close the front door and walk up the stairs

“Why are you screaming?” Matt asks me coming out of his room with his headphones slung around his neck and his controller in his hand

“I wasn’t screaming just making my presence known” I said trotting into the kitchen area

“Trust me we know when you’re here” he said offering me a sarcastic smile

“Jerk…anyways I’m not here for you I’m here for your brothers” I said rolling my eyes at him

“They’re not home” he said in a duh tone

“Not home? They told me to come over” I said looking down at my phone and seeing no messages from Nick or Chris

“Well they decided to step out for a moment don’t know what to tell you” he said turning on his heels

“Thanks crabby pants” I said huffing at him

“Anytime connect 4” he said with malice on his tongue as he shut his door behind him

Flashback

Looking in the mirror as I pressed more powder onto my face.

“God damnit!” I shout throwing the powder and brush down

Rushing over to my bathroom and turning the light on, stomping over to the mirror and looking in the mirror. My face dropped in horror at the sight.

Four huge pimples on either side of my face just days before my 17th birthday. I was throwing a party and I invited pretty much the whole school and this one guy I had a crush on.

I could not make a move on him with these mountains on my face. I vigorously scrubbed the makeup off my face and went to school….red, in pain and embarrassed

Flashback Over

“What the fuck did you just call me?” I say walking to his door and barging in

“Woah! Knock” he says ripping the headset off

“What the hell did you just call me asshole” I said louder as I shoved his shoulder

“Relax it wasn’t that serious” he said shoving my hand away

Flashback

I stared in my bathroom mirror as my party went on. The huge pimples so painful and red I couldn’t even touch it, so even attempting to cover them was out of the question

Already getting weird looks and my crush sitting in my room made me a bit more nauseous. I tried my best to put on a strong suit and walk out. Smoothing out my pants as I inhaled and walked to my bedroom.

“Hey Stevie” I said strolling into my room

“Y/N! Hey! Oh and happy birthday” he said looking at me

“Thank you” I said smiling at him at him before sitting down next to him

“Awesome party by the way” he said awkwardly laughing

“Uhh thanks” I said too getting awkward

He went to open his mouth but my door busted open, to a very giggly Matt walking in.

“WOAHH my bad” he said before realizing it was me

“Matt get out” I said glaring him down

“Did I interrupt something?” He asked growing a smirk

“Get the fuck out” I said rolling my eyes

“Stevie? You and Y/N?” He said furrowing his brows and pointing between the both of us

“Oh nah man” he said laughing a bit

To enraged and embarrassed to even realize what Stevie had just said.

“Matt I said GET OUT” I blared out

“Not a problem and don’t think Stevie’s going to actually like you back I mean not when he can play connect 4 on your face” Matt said bluntly

My face dropped and my heart fell to my stomach. Anger and pain lurking inside me.

Stevie laughed before getting up, looking over his shoulder at me and giving a quick nod of his head and then walking out as he patted Matt on the shoulder.

“You’re such a dick” I said with a lump in my throat

“You’re not so innocent yourself sweetheart” he replied

“Is that all you do? Huh? Walk around ruining everything around you?” I said as tears ran down my face

“Get a grip would you…the world doesn’t revolve around Y/N” he said before slamming my door shut.

That was the last time I ever talked to Matt. My hatred grew for him as each day passed. Connect 4 became my new nickname for the last two years of high school.

Flashback Over

“Relax? Matt you ruined my life by calling me that” I said blinking at him

“Ruined your life? Please give me a break the world doesn’t stop just because you got your feelings hurt 4 years ago” he said throwing his controller down on his desk

“It may not seem like it to you, but you ruined my only chance with that one guy I liked a lot. That is why I hate you” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“You know why I hate you? Because you acted so untouchable throughout middle school and high school. Sweating you were all that and someone had to humble you and unfortunately for you that someone was me” he said shrugging his shoulders

“You taint everything around you, do you know that? You act all high and mighty like you’re untouchable now and guess it’s time for someone to humble you, and that someone will be me” I said with a straight face

“Is that so?” He said standing up and mocking my stance

“Yes it is” I said staring into his eyes

“I hate you” he said spitting his words like venom

“The feelings mutual pal” I said rolling my eyes

“God you’re such a bitch” he replied back

“Is that all you have? I’m a bitch, I’m stuck up, you hate me blah blah blah it’s always the same shit with you” I said motioning with my hands

“Shut up” he said shoving me back

“Don’t put your hands on” I said pushing him back

“Or what? Gonna cry and hate me some more?” He said taunting as he poked me

“I could punch you in the face right now” I said as my nostrils flared

“So then do it. One shot” he said tapping the side of his face

“What a fucking idiot” I said staring at him

“Come on hit me” he said pushing me

“Stop it” I said brushing his hands off

“No no you hate me so much then hit me” he replied pushing me some more

“I fucking said stop” I replied pushing him

I turned around to walk out when Matt grabbed my arm. Without thinking I turned and smacked him. Immediately regretting my choices

His eyes widened and he pushed me up against the wall

“God if I didn’t hate you so much I’d actually really think you’re pretty” he said breathing heavily

“Yeah and if you weren’t such a dick I’d actually think you’re hot” I said rolling my eyes at him

“Fuck I hate you” he said gritting his teeth together

“Do you hate me or do you hate the fact that I never picked you….did you hate that I always found someone better? Hmm?” I replied taunting him

“You wish” he spat back

“I know how you really feel that hatred is called jealousy” I said laughing at him

Matt’s eye twitched a bit as his breathing became heavy. His eyes darted from my lips back to my eyes when suddenly his lips crashed to mine.

Immediately the kiss became hungry….so sloppy and hot nothing but teeth and tongue. Fuck he was such a good kisser I hated this

Finally I shoved him off of me, breathing heavy as I stared him down

“What the fuck” I said wiping my mouth like I didn’t just enjoy what went on

“Does that answer your question?” He said his eyes dark and half lidded

“Fuck you” I spat at him

“I’m planning on it” he said with an evil smirk

Immediately I rushed over to him crashing our lips together again causing him to fall into his chair and I leaned down with him. Keeping our lips connected as his hands came up to caress my face.

Pulling away I looked down at Matt as I removed my sweater leaning back down to pepper kisses from his jawline down to his neck.

“Gonna suck my cock? Use that big mouth of yours for something good?” He asked as he looked down at me

“Why should I?” I said sinking down to my knees

“Please? For me” he said biting his lip as his breathing began to quicken

No matter how much I hated him or thought I hated him I could not deny the burning desire I currently had for this man. My body ached for him…it craved him and I needed to satisfy that hunger.

Removing my shirt as Matt did the same, our eyes locking the whole time.

I stuck my hands in the waistband of his pants sliding them down as he lifted his hips to help me out. His erection slapping his lower stomach as my thighs clenched.

“I guess you act the way you do since your dick is huge” I said looking up at him

“Shut up” he said offering a breathless laugh

I rolled my eyes at him before grabbing his dick. Swirling my tongue around the tip before sinking my head down.

His lower abdomen was tightening as his lower lip went in between his teeth. His right hand came to my scalp and grabbed at the roots.

“Fuck” he mummbled out, hissing as I came back up to the tip sucking on it gently

“Holy fucking baby” he moaned out throwing his head back

Bobbing my head up and down while my hand worked on what couldn’t fit into my mouth. Slurping and hollowing out my cheeks like there was no tomorrow

“Please please get up” he said moaning loudly

“I have to fuck you” he said before pulling me off of him

I stood before him, a man whom I hated yet I was undressing for him??

I slid my pants off before straddling his lap, the creak of his gaming chair scaring me a bit, but nonetheless continuing.

Matt removed my bra for me before attaching his lips to my left breast. Looking up at me through his lashes as I looked down. My lower lip in between my teeth and my hips mindlessly rocked against him

“Fuck Matt” I moaned out running my hands through his hair as he moved to my other breast

Kissing from my collar bones, to my breast and to the valley of my breast.

“When’s you get this tattoo” he asked me referring to the dagger in between my breasts

“About a year ago” I said as his hands massaged my breasts

“I like it wish you showed me when you got it” he said winking at me

“You pervert” I replied laughing

He smiled at me before connecting our lips together. Moving his hands to my ass massaging the skin before helping me grind down against him.

“Matt I need you now” I replied moaning at the feeling

Matt helped me up a bit by pushing my underwear to the side and lining himself up. Slowly helping me sink down on him.

Our mouths dropped at the feeling as I began to grind against him.

“I know this may seem like the wrong time to say this, but I never hated you. I hated that you never liked me” he said hissing as I began to slowly bounce on him

“You never gave me a chance to like you” I replied in a half moan

“I knew you’d never go for a guy like me that why I sabotaged you and Stevie” he replied kissing my shoulder

“I never went for you after that because I thought you were a douche, and you were” I said back

“I’m sorry about it” he said looking up at me

“It’s okay what’s done is done and look if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t be riding your dick right now, now would I?” I said biting my bottom lip and I began to grind down on him

“Fuck” he replied shutting his eyes before nodding his head

Matt helped me bounce up and down on his dick, breathy moans escaping our lips as the chair below us creaked.

Nicks POV

“Chris would you shut the door like you’re not even helping with bags” I say getting frustrated with my brother

“SORRY” he said laughing as he shut the door

We walked up the stairs and placed the bags on the living room floor.

“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked

“Uhhh is she here?” I asked looking up from digging through one of my bags

“Yeah her purse is on the table” Chris said nodding at me

“Oh my god do you think she and Matt are actually getting along?” I asked Chris

“LETS GO SEE” he said getting excited

“Let me grab her gift I got her” I replied as I dug through the target back and pulled out the pillow I got her

We walked over to Matt’s room

I was bouncing on Matt’s dick as we held eye contact and our jaws slack as we began to get close to our orgasm.

“Fuck baby” I moaned out my hands grabbed at the back of his head

“I’m so cl-

Suddenly the door busted open

“OH MY GOD” Chris yelled

Matt and I stopped looking over at the bedroom door in utter shock

“Holy fuck there’s no way” Chris said frozen in shock

“SORRY” Nick yelled before slamming the door shut

Matt and I looked at each other in shock and embarrassment. The moment was totally ruined. We groaned and got up redressing ourselves before having to do the walk of shame.

We stepped out of Matt’s room and into the living room.

“I’m sorry guys” I said looking at Nick and Chris

“I’m actually scarred for life….my brother fucking my best friend and sworn nemesis” Nick said covering his eyes

“It’s not like that” Matt and I both said

“What’s it like then” Chris said laughing

“Well umm you see we talked it out and then one thing led to the next and then you guys showed up” Matt replied

“I mean I’m so happy you guys don’t hate each other, but I don’t know maybe next time lock the door, or don’t do that?” Nick said

“We’re sorry” I replied to Nick

“No it’s okay I’m just I’m just scarred is all…. I’m going to uhhh go sit in my room and attempt to burn this moment out of my brain” Nick said shuffling up the stairs

“I mean hey good for yall, so uhh I’ll leave you guys alone now and uhh I’ll call if I need you” Chris said awkwardly nodding at us before going down to his room

Matt and I turned to each other laughing about what just took place before heading back to his room. Where things eventually took place….

The End

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zeykoyu

zeykoyu [zɛj.ˈko.ju] n. healer

Anonymous Request: I would like to request a Neteyam x Na'vi reader with the "you'll never be her trope", where reader is promised to Neteyam, but he loves another. He is sort of a shitty asshole to her, a girl who is a quiet not very well known member of the clan; he treats reader with the coldest shoulder. However, he overhears the girl talking to her friends about how she just using Neteyam to gain status in the clan. He then sees reader for the caring person she is, and grovels for forgiveness.

I have resigned myself to my fate.

In what feels like a very short amount of time, I will be mated for life before Eywa, to a man who does not love me. In fact, he barely seems to tolerate me.

He looks at me with disappointment, and sometimes, it even looks like he feels disgusted by me.

It wasn't always this way. Neteyam used to be a friend, and someone I trusted. He was so kind and good-hearted when we were younger, but he has turned his back on me and come to resent our pairing.

As if it is my choice! I am the next Tsahik of our people, and he the next Olo'eyktan. We are promised to each other from youth, and there's nothing either of us can do that would not cause much upset in the clan, and with our families.

Though Neteyam clearly does not want to be mated to me, even more than that, he does not want to upset his family.

The change in his heart happened just a year ago, and it was slow at first. We went from friends to acquaintances to strangers, and now to near enemies, because of her.

I don't really blame her, though. He fell in love with her, and she can't control that. I felt jealous at first, but over time, as Neteyam has treated me more and more coldly, I have started to hate both of them.

If I'm being honest, I understand why he loves her; she is beautiful, and funny, and many men have had their eyes on her. I am plain, and small, and not many people speak to me. She does seem a better match for someone like Neteyam, and I almost wish we could be free of this pairing.

As much as Neteyam does not want to disappoint his family, I don't want to disappoint our people; I am a talented healer and I will serve our people well as Tsahik.

So I have resigned myself to my fate.

Our fate.

--

Neteyam watches Sa'me from a distance, as she approaches the center of home tree with her friends, dropping off a full fishing net from a day's work.

His heart swells with pride at the woman he loves, and then, he gets angry. These two feelings always accompany each other.

Love and adoration for Sa'me, and disappointment towards his fate. It doesn't matter who he loves; he's promised to Y/N, and he can't get out of it. That's just not how it works.

She is the next Tsahik and he knows, despite how he wants things to be, that she will be an excellent Tsahik for their people. He has to put the people before himself.

But he does not have to be happy about it.

He approches Sa'me and her friends, but their backs are to him as they empty their nets, and as he gets closer, he hears their conversation.

"Aren't you worried, about his upcoming mating ceremony?" one friend asks.

To his surprise, Sa'me laughs. "No! I have gotten what I wanted, and I am relieved it will end soon."

He stops in his tracks, listening closely.

"Sa'me!" a friend chastises.

"Well, I have three offers for my hand, from fine men. I owe that to Neteyam. When they knew he wanted me, that made them want me. I think I'll pick Marek - he's handsome and strong. Neteyam is nice, but too boring for me. Plus, the way he's treated Y/N since we started spending time together... I almost feel bad for her. She will have a miserable life."

The girls laugh, and Neteyam spins on his heel, charging away.

--

He expects sympathy from his sister, but earns only an eye-roll when he tells Kiri what he overheard.

"Well, she's right. You knew you were promised and pursued Sa'me anyway, even though it was kind of obvious what she was doing. And you have been an asshole to Y/N. She's really nice to still put up with you - to even speak with you. You've treated her like dirt the last year, and she's never said a mean thing about you. Even though, she would be right to do it."

Neteyam stares at his sister, slack jawed, unsure whether to feel angry or guilty. A fine mixture of both rises in his chest, and he sighs.

"You used to be friends with her, you know. She's so sweet, and so kind. She's only putting up with your behavior so she can be Tsahik, and not because she cares about the title. She wants to help the People, and knows she'll be able to if she's Tsahik. She just has to marry an asshole to do it."

"Okay, okay," Neteyam says, waving his hand in the air, begging his sister to stop.

"Well, I just don't feel bad for you, Teyam. You need to grow up and deal with what you did."

He rolls his eyes, but he can't deny it: Kiri is right.

--

Without her noticing, Neteyam starts to watch Y/N as much as he can from that day in. Her daily routine is simple. She rises early, and heads into the forest to gather supplies she can use in her healing practice. Once she's done, she begins going around to people who she knows need her help, in and out of their homes all day, gaining hugs and smiles and thanks wherever she goes.

She is soft-spoken, and kind hearted, and her small stature only serves to make her seem more gentle, more dispositioned for healing.

He sees the way people look at her as she approaches - they look at her with relief, and hope, and when she leaves, she leaves people better than she found them.

Neteyam feels sick to his stomach.

He tries to remember what it is about Sa'me that drew him in. He sees her beauty, he can't deny it still, but it's clear now that her beauty is only on the surface.

Did she ever compliment him? Support him? Offer him a kind word?

He can't even remember what they talked about... for a year.

"Neteyam?"

He turns from the tree he's leaning against and sees Y/N approaching, a large basket in her arms.

"You look ill. Are you okay?"

Neteyam wants to tell her he's fine, that she should leave, but he feels light-headed and instead, he sinks to the ground, a sweat breaking out on his brow.

"I'm... okay. My head feels light."

She kneels in front of him, rummaging through her basket. She pours a few things in a cup, and mixes them together with a powder.

"Here," she says, handing it to him. He takes it, his hands touching hers for a second, and he's struck by how small her hands are.

She's so delicate, like a flower, and he has certainly done his best to trample all over her.

The shame he feels is unlike anything he's ever felt before.

The drink is bitter, but it starts working almost immediately, and the faint feeling begins to fade.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says, handing the cup back to her. She takes it with a small smile and a nod, and rises to leave. Neteyam reaches out, grabbing her arm. "Wait."

She turns, frowning down at him. He stands up.

"I want to apologize to you, Y/N. I have been... terrible. I have neglected you, and I have been an asshole. I'm sorry. I would like to start again."

She tilts her head to the side and narrows her eyes, staring deep into him. He wonders if she can see his soul.

--

Of all of the things I thought Neteyam wanted to say to me, 'I'm sorry' was not even on the list.

My instinct is to tell him to go to tell, but there is such a strange look on his face... he still looks sick, and sad, and a little bit ashamed.

Well, he should be. But also - what choice do I have? If Neteyam is offering me a chance to make the best of this situation, shouldn't I take it?

I remember how I felt about him once. Hopeful, excited, nearly in love... but that feeling is so far away now. I'm not sure if there's even a possibility of re-gaining it.

But, it seems smart to try, if we are to have any chance at a happy life.

"Okay," I reply finally. "But I don't think Sa'me will appreciate it."

Neteyam hangs his head for a moment, and then meets my eyes again. "What she appreciates does not matter. You are to be my mate. You are all that matters."

He places a hand over his heart.

I would like to trust him, but it's going to take more than one conversation where he says the right things.

--

It seems I cannot get rid of Neteyam now. When I gather supplies in the morning, he is there. When I make my rounds in the village, he is there. He is always... there.

Not silently, either. He is full of questions. Everything I do and say, he has a question about. If it wasn't endearing, it would be exhausting.

After a week of this, he asks me to take a ride on our ikrans with him - and I can't say no. I have been so busy working lately, that it sounds like a wonderful and welcome break.

Early in the morning, we head out together, and take one of the longest rides I've ever been on. In the air, we twist and turn and glide together, and all the while, Neteyam is whooping and throwing me ear-to-ear smiles.

He gestures to a nearby cave in the floating rocks, and we land together, dismounting. We are both wind-burnt, but smiling.

"I must ask you something," I say.

"Anything," Neteyam replies, chest heaving from the effort of riding.

"Why did you change your mind? About Sa'me?"

His face darkens, and he sighs. "I overheard her talking about how being seen with me has gotten her offers from many fine potential mates, and she doesn't care that I'm promised to someone else."

I wince. Even if Neteyam is a jerk, I don't think anyone deserves to be used like that.

"I'm sorry, Neteyam. Though, that does explain your sudden... interest."

He shakes his head. "No. After I heard what Sa'me said, I went to Kiri and she, uh, pointed out what an asshole I've been. She also pointed out how kind and smart and talented you are, probably to let me know, uh, what an asshole I've been. So I started kind of, uh, watching you. And I realized she was right."

"About what?"

"Well, I am an asshole but... you are the most kind-hearted woman in this clan. And you did not try to withdraw from our match because you deserve to be Tsahik. Not for the title, but because you are best suited to serve our people. You care about them more than yourself. You're selfless. And beautiful. And I was blind to think anyone could be better suited for me."

I bite my lip, and take a step back. "Neteyam, that all sounds very nice, but I..."

He steps forward, reaching out and taking both of my hands in his. "It isn't enough. I know that, Y/N. I don't expect our problems to be solved now. I just want a chance to prove to you, who I really am. What a good mate I can be for you. I can make you happy. I want to. It's all I want."

I can feel the tears gathering in my eyes, and I blink hard to keep them at bay. "I always thought so highly of you, Neteyam. I want us to be happy. I want to try."

He squeezes my hand tightly, pulling me to him.

"I will make you happy. I promise you, Y/N. Please, let me kiss you."

I hesitate for only a moment. The look in his eyes is so sincere, and his eyes fall down to my lips for just a moment, then back up to my eyes, and I can't resist. Everything I want seems to be within my grasp.

He places his hands around my waist, and pulls me in.

"Say yes," he whispers. I can't find my voice, but I nod.

The kiss is explosive. A year of anger, frustration and want packed into one kiss. My body is flush to his, and I feel the tears spilling over, but I can't stop them, and I don't want to pull away.

It feels too good.

I put my hands in his hair, gripping tightly, sighing against his lips, and he groans.

Finally, we pull away, and stare at each other, both breathless.

"I will make you happy, healer," he whispers.

I might believe him now.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting upset about my mom's food waste?

so food waste is an ongoing problem we've been having for probably our whole lives. recently, i've started to realize the extent to it (i wouldn't say it's absolutely horrendous, it just feel guilty about how much we trash) and try to minimize how much we throw out.

for context, i (16m) have my chores constrained to the kitchen. i am fine with this and have volunteered for it since i have a love for cooking and own it as my responsibility. i meal plan, cook dinner, breakfast, desserts, etc., keep the fridge clean, do the dishes, and clean the counters. again, this is all to my own volition.

i have set up a system that i've discussed with my whole family (mom and two sisters) that every week my mom and i will do a shopping trip to get ingredients for the meals for that week and only that. they have all agreed and the plan works pretty well from there.

this is where i'm wondering if i'm the asshole.

my mom has this weird habit of not being able to say no to herself. i've repeatedly told her she's not allowed to buy things not on my list since it usually doesn't get used. every time i've brought it up, she agrees. and the she'll do it again.

i've gotten really frustrated with her behavior and have started to get snappy about it. the sister i am very close to has said she understands my frustrations but ultimately i cannot control my mom and she can get things she wants.

the other night my mom and i had an argument over this. i had gone through the freezer and pulled out a few things that had their expiration date either 1 or 2 years back, so i threw them out. i think it's gross to eat them since they've most likely been in there for 4-5 years (freezer items usually last 2-3 years right at purchase). my mom saw them in the trash and asked why i threw them out. i told her they were expired and she got annoyed, saying that even if they were a bit past the expiration date, they were still good. i do understand that that's sometimes the case, but this was mostly meat. i have a weird relationship with meat where if it is even slightly off (being in the freezer too long, looking weird even if it's good, having any cartilage, etc), i won't it eat because it makes me want to throw up.

i took it to my own judgement to throw it out since it hadn't been touched since we bought it anyway. she got mad and said it cost her money so we should use it anyway. i retorted that if it was so expensive, why had she forgotten about it for so long? i also thought about bringing up all the stuff she buys and throws out later, but decided to keep it to myself.

the argument ended with her washing the items off and putting them back in the freezer. i'm still mad about all the food she buys that hasn't been asked for. i do feel weird about it since she can eat whatever she wants, i'm not controlling her on that, i'm just trying to reduce food waste. so, aita?

What are these acronyms?

[zxoaii]

Between Us

fem! reader x (aged up) Yuji Itadori / Sukuna

Summary: When Sukuna makes a move for Yuji, they both find themselves fighting for control of the situation.

WC: 1.1k

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[ Y/n ]

"Do you know what I had to do to drag this brat up here?"I couldn't looked more shocked. Sukuna. The four eye, the markings, the assurance.

He leans against my doorframe and takes me in. "You really are beautiful." I could look more shocked. "I'm sorry?" Sukuna takes two steps forward into my apartment.

"This is ok, right?" His rhetorical tone is permanent when asking for anything. Because who would be stupid enough to say no to him?

"Did you know he's been keeping me away from you?" Is he talking about Yuji? "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you." Right.

"I do know how to be a gentleman."

"Is that so?"

We both stare at each other for a moment. I'm sure this is when he'll kill me. "It is." Sukuna takes a seat on my couch.

He gives an annoyed sigh, shaking his head. "I'm sorry." Yuji was keeping Sukuna away from me specifically? He can't possibly mean he has... Romantic feelings for me.

Is he even capable of loving?

"Y/n, I am so sorry. I would never just let myself in like this." Yuji stands up from the couch. Did they just switch? In that moment?

"Stop being a pussy." He slaps his hand over his cheek. It's so much to take in I almost feel frozen. "You are a very beautiful woman and I'd love to take you out for dinner sometime, just maybe not tonight. I need to work some things out."

I shouldn't feel so flattered. They share a body and a mind. It's probably only natural if Yuji fell for me... Sukuna would too.

Right?

I follow Yuji to the door as he lets himself out. "I'm so sorry. Goodnight." He takes not one step out the door before locking up for a moment.

"See? He just can't do it." Sukuna lets himself back into my apartment. "I can." He shuts the door, leaving his hand next to my head. My back presses up against the door.

"Are you scared?"

There's no point in lying, the only real feeling I can distinguish right now is fear. I nod my head slightly. "That's fine." He pulls away to give me space.

My heart races in my chest. Why does this feel so exhilarating?

"What are you doing here?" My voice doesn't tremble like it did the last time I spoke. "That's a little delayed." Despite his space I haven't moved off the door.

"You can't actually be saying to me that you have... What, a crush?" I laugh at saying it aloud. "That's not possible."

"You're right. This is a need."

Oh god, my hand grips the door handle to support myself. "Are you going to run?" Sukuna leans against my counter. "No." Anyone with half a mind and a will to live would run.

"That damn brat..." I watch as the markings fade before me. Yuji has a softness in his gaze Sukuna could never fake.

"Are you ok?" He rushes to my side, grabbing my waist to help me stand. "I can stand I was just feeling a little..." What? Turned on?

"I wanted to make it romantic when I told you. I didn't want this asshole cornering you because it turns him on." I place my hand on his chest. Between the two of them I might need Sukuna to come back.

Is that cruel?

"Are you ok?" Yuji asks again. "I like you too Yuji-" "Really?" He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence. "Really? Would you want to go on a date?" Is he serious?

"Yes, but-"

Yuji cups my face and presses a kiss onto my lips. Finally. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him closer. If anyone else suddenly started burning up while we were making out I'd be worried.

The kiss gets rougher. I don't need to open my eyes to know Sukuna is kissing me. And I like it. I must have a death wish.

I have to pull away for a moment to catch my breath. Sukuna takes the opportunity to move down to other places. My head falls away from his, giving him better access to my neck.

His hands slide down to my hips. I really need these two to figure something out. Yuji pulls away from me, brushing his hair out of his face breathlessly.

"What do you want?"

An impossible question. I like Yuji. He's the person I fell for. I shouldn't want anything to do with Sukuna but that moment... I've never been kissed like that.

"I just need a minute to catch my breath." I say as I walk into the kitchen to give myself something to do. Yuji trails behind me slowly.

"I don't want him to mess this up."

"I don't think he wants to either."

The room is silent as I fill a glass with water. I turn the faucet off and immediately start gulping everything inside down.

Yuji grabs the glass from my hand when I finish and leaves it on the counter.

He's less assertive and bold with his movements but when his hand grabs my waist it kills me to not have my body against his.

When our lips finally meet again I notice the hunger behind each movement. He's letting himself have it. Each touch is lingering. His lips are more demanding.

I make my way blindly to the couch, holding him against me the entire way there. I pull away for only a second as my heel hits fabric to lay down.

The glazed look in his eyes remains for a moment before he's switched back to Sukuna. I expect him to say something but it never comes. Instead he leans over me and picks up where we left off.

His hands are more curious. They follow the curves of my body, exploring areas Yuji wouldn't go near. Sukuna kisses me with so much power and lust. I can feel my lips are swollen already.

"Are we going to make out all night?" I whisper against his lips. "No. Just for a few more minutes." He trails some kisses down my neck then attends to my lips again.

It seems like as soon as we start he's pulling away. Instead of going any further, Sukuna fixes his hair and makes his way towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

The grin on his face is all too telling that I gave him exactly what he wanted. A confession that I want him too.

"I find it's so much better when you play the long game with these things."

I watch from the couch as he leaves my apartment. A tease? Did I just get teased by a special grade? Was I really stupid enough to give in? Am I stupid enough to desperately wait for the next time?

Maybe I am.

[bi-bard]

Misdiagnosis - James Wilson Imagine (House M.D)

Title: Misdiagnosis

Pairing: James Wilson X Reader

Word Count: 1,108 words

Warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Summary: [Season 4, Episode 9] After discovering he had misdiagnosed a patient, Wilson is left in a spiral of thoughts. (Y/n) tries to pull him out of it.

Author's Note: A while ago, I had a House MD OC. I deleted it because I wasn't happy with it. The planning was shaky, and I didn't really like the OC's storyline. So, I went back, I replanned it, and now we have a better House MD OC that I am much happier with. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

FIND MORE OF THIS OC BY CLICKING HERE

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It wasn't common that Greg voiced his concerns to me.

Even when he did, he was never clear about them. He acted like he didn't care and was just making jokes about other people's misery. I could usually see through it.

So, when he came in joking about how James was going to be sued by a patient because the patient was going to live, I understood what he was saying.

"And why did you tell that patient that they had a solid case," I asked, folding my hands together and resting my chin on them.

He dramatically scoffed. "You think it's me?"

"You have very weird ways of intervening when you think someone is being stupid," I shrugged. "Plus, no lawyer would actually tell him that he had an actual case because he was going to live."

House sighed and plopped onto the chair on the other side of my desk.

"Now, why did you do that?"

"Because Wilson was being an idiot," he explained.

"More detail, please."

"He was going to pay that man because he gave that man good news."

"And now, you're here because you want me to go get him to agree with you?"

"Use your psychologist babble."

"You can't only acknowledge my job when you need me to do something."

"I can if I'm asking you to help our friend avoid becoming self-destructive."

"Self-destructive?"

"You won't know for sure unless you talk to him."

Greg pushed himself out of the chair and walked out of my office. I let out a huff and shook my head. He knew exactly how to get under my skin. Asshole.

I found myself outside James's office a little while later. I sighed before knocking on the door. He pulled the door open.

"How did one of you learn to knock and the other one sometimes climbs across to my balcony," James asked.

I just shrugged. He motioned for me to walk in. I took a moment to look out at the balcony once I had.

"You could put tinfoil along the top," I said. James had his eyebrows furrowed when I looked at him. "Like when you have a cat that keeps jumping onto your counter. You put tinfoil along the top and something about the noise spooks them."

"Are you comparing your brother to a cat?"

"It's probably the nicest thing I've compared him to."

James laughed and shook his head, going to walk back to his desk.

"Were you really going to pay a patient for giving him good news," I asked.

He paused, looking at me for a moment before speaking, "House sent you here?"

"He said you were becoming self-destructive," I replied. "Not that I really believe him, but I was very curious-"

"It was 6,000 dollars-"

"Why?" my eyes went wide.

"I... I gave him six months to live," he explained. "He needed the money after he sold his house. He had a trip to Venice planned! I... I wanted to help him."

"This is about the false positive patient?"

"Yes!"

I sighed. "Okay..."

"Don't psychoanalyze me."

"Your guilt surrounding your patients is unhealthy-"

"(Y/n)!"

"Listen to me," I stepped forward and leaned on the desk. "I can't say why, but I think you're feeling unnecessary guilt around events that aren't your fault."

"I gave that man the wrong diagnosis-"

"Because of a false positive," I replied. "At the end of the day, medicine is a field with very little control. I think your guilt is an attempt to control what you can't."

He didn't respond to that.

"I should know... I deal with the human psyche," I shrugged. "Even more variables than the physical body."

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Wrong diagnoses happen," I continued. "Sometimes they're completely out of our control. And sometimes they work out for the better, sometimes they don't. This last patient was one of the good outcomes, no matter how that man sees it. You cannot control the actions of another person when they believe that they are facing the end of their life or how they choose to handle learning that they aren't. You are not responsible for that. You are responsible for giving that man the correct diagnosis. That's it."

James continued looking at me for a moment before sighing and responding, "I see why Cuddy hired you."

"She does better with two voices of reason than one."

He grinned at me. I pushed myself back, so I was standing up straight again.

"So, do I still have to worry about you becoming self-destructive," I asked.

He scoffed. "I'm not the self-destructive one in your life."

"Yeah, but you're more willing to let people help you," I replied.

I opened my arms and waved him over. He raised an eyebrow at me. I just waved him over again.

He walked over and let me pull him into a hug.

"You're doing a good job, James," I muttered. "I promise."

"Thanks," he mumbled before stepping back and grinning at me. "You have no idea how much hearing that means to me."

I don't think I could've formed a good response to that statement. I don't know if there was one. Saying something like "you're welcome" risked the chance of looking egotistical. Trying to shrug it off could've looked ungrateful. No response felt like it was good enough.

I didn't have to worry about that for long.

I barely had a moment to overthink my response before James leaned over and pressed his lips to mine.

I leaned back a few seconds later out of complete shock.

"I... I'm sorry," he said immediately. "I... I don't know why I did that-"

"It's okay," I stopped him. I started walking toward the door. "Really, it's fine. Just fine. I just... I have a lot of work to do. This was meant to be a quick visit. I'll... I'll see you later."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll see you later," I repeated before leaving and closing the door behind me.

I looked around, feeling like everyone knew what happened or could easily figure it out by looking at me. I shook my head. Spotlight effect. I knew that.

"Shit," I muttered to myself before running my hands over my face and starting to walk back to my office.

It wasn't that the kiss was bad. It was the exact opposite. It was perfect. That was the problem.

It felt like years of friendship were teetering very delicately on a rope and whatever happened in James's office tried to push it off. And I couldn't tell if I would've been upset but that idea or not.

And that terrified me.

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[egg-emperor]

Whenever you play Sonic Forces and you're the avatar, do you ever think "screw you Sonic, I need to be with my beloved, Eggman!"? Haha.

Wanted to send positive vibes after hearing your hardships 💙

ALL THE TIME from the moment the Eggman Empire VS The Resistance was revealed to be a thing I was like aww man why can't I join the Empire instead? I don't wanna fight him, everyone knows I'm the very last person who could ever "resist" Eggman in any sense of the word lol he's absolutely irresistible

The avatar isn't accurate to me at all for that so when I play with one based on myself, it feels so wrong. If I was dragged into the Resistance, I'd encounter Eggman and immediately want to jump in the Egg Mobile into his arms and say take me with yooou you deserve the world because you're so handsome and sexy fjsbgksbgksgks

I mean god LOOK at him

I know he's a terrible evil terrorizing tyrannical asshole doing all the wrong things and getting thousands of people killed and the world would be awful under his control but he's so GORGEOUS Idc. I'd immediately fold in this situation all morals would go out the window and I'd want him to get everything he wants lol 😍

It would've been fun if Eggman visibly directly interacted with the avatar on screen in the cutscenes so I could get good moments and screenshots of us together but instead he hardly acknowledges or even looks at the avatar most of the time, all his focus is on Sonic and co in scenes where they show up with him XD

But I can imagine if he had a direct one on one interaction in a scene, it would've been along the lines of the ones he has with you as the player in other games. So I mean it is very fitting that he barely acknowledged them in Forces, with his "umm who're you? :\ if you want my autograph wait until I epically win this tournament, now shoo"

and "who the heck are you don't talk to me" attitude

^ I WOULD NOT FUCKING THINK THAT!!!

Edit for accuracy:

That's more like it

I'm just an insignificant civilian 🤩 I'd go weak in the knees as he degrades and belittles me like this, so casually too because he's just that confident and firm in his superiority over me and that's so sexy. But I'll happily become a member of the Eggman Empire and actually become something more useful in serving him if he'll have me hehe

He's so rude and condescending, looking down on and degrading strangers because they're nothing compared to his greatness and unworthy of his superior presence! It perfectly captures his egotism, rudeness, arrogance, and feelings of superiority. He'd be a rude asshole to me like this and I'd be like ohhh he's so dreamy and swoon 🥰💘

And to remedy the scenes where the avatar in Forces is OOC for me when it's the one that I made to be myself, I sometimes imagine him as an uncover spy serving the Empire and reporting back secretly, then betraying The Resistance when the work is done heh Though the Eggman bodysuit and shoes I give to my avatar would already make that pretty obvious XD

(Thank you I appreciate it 💜)

[ryuichirou]

i saw a twst piss shade thread on twitter and was sharing to acquaintances how Idia is so often hc to piss in a bottle, energy too strong, and so! i wanna ask who do you think would piss in their bottom's mouth or ass :D your ask box has been quietly uncursed those days by what's answered and i thought of that so i'm not sorry uwu

Anon, this is such a long overdue reply, but I never forgot about your ask. In fact, I was saving it for a rainy day (golden rainy god I hate myself), because the mere fact of having such an ask in our ask box was making me happy. I really appreciate the cursedness of it, and I especially appreciate you considering us an authority on such an important, topical and very complicated question.

(by the way, of course Idia would pee in a bottle – the guy is all about convenience!)

Let’s get into it lol

Ace – would. This absolutely isn’t his go-to, but I can picture him both having an accident and doing it on purpose just because of how much of an asshole he is sometimes. He probably wouldn’t expect it to be this hot, he was just being a dick, but…

Trey – wouldn’t, but he would think about it… but this is just one of a million cursed kinky things that Trey thinks about hypothetically. He is also the type to apologise a lot afterwards and clean his bottom’s mouth thoroughly lol

Cater – would also think about it, but probably wouldn’t dare to do it. He also might do a fake “oops, sorry” afterwards.

Ruggie – he absolutely would for money, but no one is really offering ;( “Weird stuff you’re into, but sure” type of thing.

Jack – he wouldn’t… intentionally. He is super against it, the idea would sound revolting to him. But he is also a young pup and can’t always control himself, so he might have a little “marking territory” moment.

Azul – wouldn’t, he probably would think it’s gross. If something like this happened accidentally, he would be more embarrassed than smug about it…

Floyd – would. Sometimes because he just wants to piss inside his lover’s mouth (especially if Riddle (or Idia…)’s been annoying him), sometimes he just feels so aroused that he can’t help himself, and sometimes he just feels like peeing but doesn’t feel like moving. He likes doing it a lot.

Jade – absolutely would. But only if the situation is perfect for it because this isn’t something that he can overuse, so to speak. He knows that his potential partners wouldn’t expect him to do something like this, so he has to catch the most perfect moment of bliss and pleasure to shock his bottom with his special hot liquid lol

Kalim – he would, I’m sorry Jamil. He would do it on accident the first time, and it would be in the butt, but after that he would kind of get into it… he doesn’t do it all the time of course, and he is a little embarrassed to bring it up, but all this shyness goes away whenever he’s having sex.

Rook – would, but isn’t allowed :( Doesn’t mean that he absolutely never does it, mind you. But there is a very strict policy in Vil’s bedroom that he does break from time to time, to be completely fair. And with the other boys too, but not always – he is weirdly strategic about how he uses his urine. 🤔

Ortho – he would adjust his special gear just to try it out, and if he gets a fun reaction out of it, he’ll do it again! But he also was partially interested if niisan would be able to tell that the liquid he squirted inside of his butt is different by consistency and temperature… it’s not real pee, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Lilia – would, he did it with a lot of boys back in the day, and he still does it now; he also kind of taught Silver that this is something that could happen in case of an emergency if you can’t leave your pee smell in the woods for some reason.

Sebek – would, and this is 90% because of what Lilia has taught Silver. Sebek knows that this is complete bs, but he got so flustered and shocked when Silver got down and opened his mouth, that he couldn’t process it or say anything in protest. 

[notmorbid]

sea storm.

dialogue prompts from sea storm by andrew mayne.

this was one call i never expected to get.

disasters have a way of testing theories.

i will not leave without you. understand?

things are probably going to get more complicated.

sometimes you can feel things you can't see.

don't be weird. you're already weird enough.

there's kind of an elephant in the room.

when did you get so bitter?

something's been off about you lately.

i know what it looks like, but i don't know what it is.

sometimes the details you can't see are the important ones.

are you hurt?

how long have you been waiting to do that?

what are you suggesting, exactly?

i have a very poor sense of what 'crazy' looks like until after i've done it.

there are no shortcuts.

do you think i could ask you about ____?

i asked what you would do, not what you would say.

not having a record isn't the same as being clean.

if you're smart, you'll assume you're always being watched.

where is the asshole who did this?

how long was i out?

you have a colorful way of expressing yourself.

they're trying to divide us.

you can yell at me later.

i'm capable of things you wouldn't even think of.

i don't want you to lie for me.

i don't need your permission to feel good about myself.

why does everyone in your generation think they're a comedian?

i'd hate to see the other guy.

think what you want, but you don't know me.

it's all technically legal.

the key is knowing who controls what, and what they want.

i'm more worried about what happens next.

you're young. you'll learn.

what's with the long face?

i never waste a chance to complain about something.

i can tell when you're holding something back.

tell me. don't make me get the stun gun.

i don't understand your game.

if we can see them, they can see us.

i'm relaxed. it should frighten you how relaxed i am.

i've dealt with people like you.

this is rather unorthodox, you know.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for killing my brother while trying to kill my father, and being somewhat controlling in the hivemind I was in?

🤡🍦 (so I can find this again)

PLEASE let me explain. I am sorta beating myself up about it in retrospect, but we had a good reason at the time.

I(???F)'ve been in an underground bunker with my fellow animatronics for an indeterminate amount of time, ever since my restaurant opened, a little girl came up to me, and something happened that I didn't know for a while. (I'll get to it.) Since then we've been in this bunker, and this guy who's in charge of the building and us, I'll call him V for now, has been doing experiments on us, and if we step out of line, we get controlled shocks. Recently we've been fighting back more, against both him and the technicians that show up sometimes, and he vanished for a month, before who we thought was him came back (I'll call him M).

We decided we needed to leave- we've gotten out before, but he and the people helping him always capture us again. Animatronics roaming around draws attention, after all. But we realized we could leave if we looked like a human. So- and I must give a content warning for gore here- we fused ourselves together, scooped out M's insides, and we effectively used him as a skinsuit. (End content warning.) This lasted about a week, before he ejected us out of his body. I don't know if he's alive, probably not.

That part I believed (and still sorta do believe) was a little justified. We believed he was V, who kept hurting us. We felt like we were his guinea pigs for his experiments. I don't fully think it was justified anymore, due to information I'll get to, but the point is we didn't want to be hurt anymore. We just wanted to be free. And now we were! We'd gotten out of the building, we were together, and we had killed the person we felt was hurting us.

But that didn't last forever, and here's what I may be the asshole. When we were fused together, I felt... reckless. I felt like I should've been the one in charge- after all, I led M to his death in the first place. I was in most charge of that whole operation. This led to me being really controlling to the others. They didn't like this, and eventually kicked me out of the hivemind. I don't know where they are now. I'm honestly still mad at them for that- I know why they did it, and I know I was being a little bit shitty there, but I'm still mad.

In the time between getting ejected and now, I went to repair myself, and I've come to remember a lot of stuff, and realize three things.

That little girl I mentioned earlier? That's me. She became me. I'm a ghost, possessing this animatronic.

V is my father.

M is my big brother.

This was kinda a horrible thing for me to have to face. Not just the fact that I'm dead, it's mainly the guilt of trying to kill my dad and ending up killing my brother. Wherever my father is right now, there's no way he's not disappointed, or angry.

Not to mention I had a good relationship with my brother! He became a sort of safe spot for me after... let's just call them "extremely traumatic events." He loved me, he probably went down there to find me. And I just... killed him.

So TLDR: We tried to kill someone who we thought was someone hurting us, turns out the guy we killed was my brother and the guy we WANTED to kill was my dad. I do still feel the murders were at least a little justified, honestly? We were trapped, and wanted to be free. But we did still do murder. AITA?

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for breaking up with gf and not telling her the full reasoning?

(Cw for self harm mention)

So, I have been with my gf since I was 14 and she was 15, we were classmates and pretty much did everything together,we have a good relationship! And we are friends and partners in life above all

But I have a very shitty tendencies of jumping to extremes and overthinking,which sometimes can make even the slightest thing a way bigger deal than it actually is, I'm working on it but it still makes being in relationships and friendships a living hell since I have those thoughts of blocking people and cutting them out on my life however, I try to handle those thoughts by myself and communicate with people healthily.

This year after we finished school things changed, we stopped talking as much, we still have a good time when we see each other but it's obvious to me that things aren't the same, and that we are more friends than in a actual relationship

Plus; she's been talking to a mutual friend of mine (who kinda stopped talking to me as much since they started talking to her) and they have been getting closer

I don't have issues with that of course!I'm haply for her

But I can't stop the thoughts that I'm being replaced,I have issues with this generally,very bad abandonment issues

And they are especially bad with her, to the point in which; when a year ago another mutual friend of ours started jokingly flirt with her I even hurt myself over it (obviously I never told my gf this,and I wanna make clear that at some point I actually communicated to her about how much this was bothering me and to not do it when I was around)

Now, it's getting bad again, so for my sake,since I realize that being relationship right now it's not good and that I'm genuinely not in the mental place to be in one,I'm thinking of actually breaking up with her this Monday and ask her if we can just be friends

The part where I might be the asshole is that I don't want to say that the reason I'm doing it it's (partly) because of our mutual friend

I don't want to make her feel like she's at fault for having a friend because that it is mostly MY problem here,I don't want to control her, or even accidentally hurting her!

She's a great partner and one of the most understanding person I have ever met,this my issue because I'm the one who's not capable of keeping a stable relationship without this stupid feeling of competition and jealousy, I want to make clear to her that she's not at fault and that I'm the one who should be working on myself so I rather just say to her that I'm doing for my mental health sake (which is true! The main reason is because the relationship is not good for my mental health because i have previously mentioned issues that make being in one really hard and mentally draining)

So will I be an asshole for this? (🐋 so I can find this later

What are these acronyms?

[angelofverdum]

Station 19 6x18

Can Theo go? How more toxic can he be? Writers really said, "Oh you hate Sullivan? Let me show you someone worse". What an asshole. Making out with Kate just because Vic was proud of Andy. Who, mind you, is one of her closest friends and has been fighting for that position for a long time.

Captain Herrera, fucking finally. I hope that storyline ends there. We don't care about that anymore. She is going to be a great captain. Let her be captain until season 11, at least.

I wish we had seen a conversation between Maya and Andy about the captaincy.

Jack lost consciousness, so he couldn't tell Vic what he saw. If they kill Jack, I'm suing. He is just a dumb guy, and he doesn't deserve that. I hated him when he was part of Maya and Carina, but he is getting his life together.

Travis has been a shitty friend to Vic, btw. Vic told him what happened with Theo and Travis just saying "Sometimes that happens".

I love we got to see more of Vic and Andy together.

As much as I loved those scenes with Maya and Carina in their apartment. I wished they were on the opening scene. That looked like fun. Maya and Carina are always out of the group.

Are Maya and Carina going to adopt that baby? I know Carina wants to give birth, but they just brought that pregnant lady for Carina to do something? Or is Jack adopting the baby?

What the hell is this? I want a written essay about why Carina flinches like that. Couldn't this scene be like 5 seconds longer?

I'm so annoyed that Carina had to wear her wedding outfit to the ball. You are telling me she didn't have any other dress??? ANY OTHER DRESS??? Why? What was the point? Why do the writers hate Carina so much? She could have gone and bought anything. I'm sure she has gone to some events that required formal dress.

I can't even enjoy her scenes at the ball because of that damn outfit.

I'd never forget Danielle for giving Maya bangs. I know it's just hair, but Maya is not a bangs woman. She wears her hair slicked in a tall ponytail, controlled and put together. Bangs are carefree.

Danielle looks beautiful, but that's not Maya. She could have waited a week to get bangs. I'm in mourning.

It wasn't even mentioned. When she cut her hair short, it made sense. It was a beautiful moment, and she looked very hot. But those bangs just, I don't know. I'd never question Danielle's acting choice, but I feel that this episode was more Danielle than Maya.

This was a good episode. I hope they keep this energy for future epsidoes

I'd love to see them getting ready for the ball. Maya and Carina with the group. They teasing Maya and Carina for being late. CARINA WITH A NEW DRESS (This bothers me so fucking much)

This was my favorite kiss, btw. I guess I'm a sucker for fluff. I loved this scene so much. Even tho We should have seen Maya topping Carina.

Anyways we survived Krista, and I hope next season is better. Zoanne Clack and Peter Paige, here are my recommendations:

Someone tell Danielle to put this pic on Maya's locker.

Bisexual Vic

Theo gone. Bring another female firefighter. (Latina, please?)

Redemption for Sullivan (I like Boris; I don't want him gone, ok?) Can they do something to make him likable? Please. He can be funny. We can save him.

Baby Deluca-Bishop (Bishop-Deluca still sounds better. If Maya weren't so whipped by her wife), It's time. I didn't want a baby, but I'm tired of this storyline. Just give them a baby, please.

More Carina Deluca in action

More Vic, Maya, and Andy together

More fires

More silly episodes

Whoever is reading fanfics realizes that Marina's baby should be named Andrea.

Maya and Carina change the sheets. Please, I'm begging. I'll change them myself if I have to.

P.S: Whoever edited this deserves an award. So unserious.

[veespee]

Can I please have some basic partner headcanons with Michael Andersen? It could be the slightest amount of romance I just wanna hug him bro I love your writing sm

thank youuuu, i can sure try!!:) sorry for the delay I'm so bad at answering asks now idk what happened 😭

Michael Andersen w/ a partner

-I don't think he'd be really touchy. The most he would really do is hold hands or a hug. I think he'd be okay with receiving stuff (kisses, hugs) but not really giving it? Idk if that makes sense. One of the reasons could be just the guilt he feels, and the fact that his partner is most likely going to become another victim. (ik kinda sad but i'm being realistic!!)

-Sometimes rambles about his favourite music or movies. He will just go on and on and forget that someone is listening, then get embarrassed.

-If Patrick takes control, he will probably start monologuing to Michael's partner about how much better he is than Michael. The whole 'i see myself as more of a leader' speech thingy he did to Shaun. Also i think Patrick would in general just be a little asshole for the hell of it. He would definitely pretend to be Michael then laugh in the person's face when they fall for it.

-Very gentle whenever touching his partner. Maybe it's from paranoia from the clock, but he won't ever pull/hit/make any quick and rough movements. So yeah, if he wants his partner's attention, it's going to either be a small nudge or a very faint touch on the arm.

-Sometimes plays the guitar for his partner. He's not good with playing in front of people, so he usually only looks at the guitar so he doesn't lock eyes with the person watching him. He also had little quirks he doesn't notice while focused, like biting his tongue, his knee bouncing slightly, and his eyebrows furrowing.

-Pretty big overthinker. Most of the times he keeps his thought in his head and doesn't express them, but if he's going through an episode, he would probably send a bunch of messages to his partner with a bunch of questions to confirm his overthinking.

-I honestly don't know if he can even be in a relationship (since he is technically a proxy and just a tool for Slenderman) but i think he deserves all the hugs and comfort in the world.

[your-queer-dad]

Hey dad. So. I hevn't felt the need to come here to vent for a while lol. But here we are

So. I dom't like the way my irl dad is raising us (me and my bros). I understand that I'm lucky and all, but I just feel really bothered by his behavior lately. For first he's an ableist, which really bothers me cause at this point I'd be surprised if I WASN'T neurodivergent, my lil bro probably is too and my lilest bro might too, and he (my irl dad) is neurodivergent himself (it always baffles me to see him talk badly of people with different disorders than him, mostly developmental disorders). Second, he's that "I don't care as long as I don't have to see it" type of queerphobe. He literally looked me in the eyes and said he thinks me being trans is just a phase and internet influence, and he (and my mom too, but she tends to just agree with him, and I tend to take time to get mad if the offense isn't direct) compared it to playing guitar and not liking it (spoiler alert: I did like it. The youtube classes just suck and I'd rather learn by myself. So even there he didn't get it right.). Third, he just can be an asshole sometimes. My lil bro cries often for lil things that run out of his control and decision making, and what does my dad do? Try to actually talk to him and find out what's wrong instead of repeatdly asking "what's fthe problem [lil bro's name]?"? No. He tells him "to man up, cause [he's] a man and will have to provide someday for his wife" amd shit like that. He also days thing I can't remember to my lilest bro that I know, although I don't remember, he told me too ("swallow the tears" is om example) and made me how I am (bad thing. I'm emotionally constipated, phisically unable of crying, feeling emotions significantly less intese than I used to, distrustful of literally everyone in my life except lil bro (kinda. There's some bagage there involving my mom amd him trying to come as queer and my mom accusing me of influencing him although I literally just told him about a lot of identities cause I was excited and reducing queerness to sex and more shit that I won't talk about right now), unable to tell people how I'm feeling and mostly emotionally unavaible for others and myself.) and I dom't want that. He deserves to be able to talk about his feelings. The worst part? He's dragging my bros down the ableist path (I'd talk to my lil bro but I'm afraid now cause of the aforementioned events with my mom, and my lilest bro is on the age where he asks everything to parents (another emotional bagage over my mom being explicitly intersexist after I mentioned it to him) so I dom't for my own sake) and my lilest bro down the transphobe path (he (bro) literally came up to be twice to say I'm "a girl who wants to be treated like a boy" (though that's how my mom told him (she's also an asshole)) and I promised to myself that I won't stay if it makes me feel bad, but it's hard. I'm really attached to my bros, specially to my lil bro (we really vibe to the point where I can imagine a future with only my besties (alterous) and him, having cutted out my whole family, but it's hard if he isn't there.), more than I am to my parents and I really don't wanna lose them, but I also don't wanna talk to them cause it makes me anxious of my parents making the same thing again, talk to me like their age means they inheritly know more about everything in the world than me, including my own sense of self and struggles (ex: I often have a hard keeping up with goals I set up cause I get "stuck" doing other things I was already doing, even tho I wanna do that. I wanna go learn a new chord on my guitar right now, but I couldn't make my body move, but my dad attributes it to lack of willpower.). I have more to say but weirdly I can't pinpoint it. I know there's something wrong, but don't really know what.

This was very long. Feel free to delete this if you'd rather.

-Cain

Hey kiddo! I'm so sorry your parents are like that and you're having to deal with all of that, that's awful. If you ever need support or someone to talk to, I'm here 🫂🫂

- dad x

[radioactivewisdom]

I'm sorry if this kind of message is upsetting or annoying, feel free to ignore it if it is, but I'm just so frustrated and tired of trying to go on and pretending it will be okay. Everyday I feel so exhausted and sick of having to put on a mask to get through the day, being at work and interacting with people even minimally drains every single ounce of energy from me and it doesn't even pay enough for me to move out of my mother's house. I'm already starting to deal with health problems from not taking care of my body, and I feel like nothing I do amounts to any change in my life. I hate excuses so I'm not trying to make excuses, I know I'm only reaping what I've sown for myself. But I don't know if I can actually change it at this point or be able to have the kind of life I want to have. Maybe if I had gotten myself together earlier, but I already threw away so much time and didn't take advantage of the privileges I was given. I find some comfort in the things I read in this circle about being happy alone, purity, etc. but I struggle to fully throw myself into it because most of it involves spirituality and I just don't believe in some of the core concepts. A lot of it makes sense to me if I think of it as a metaphor for what goes on in the world and not in a literal sense. Like karma, because for the most part I do believe people get what they deserve, but I also think random people do suffer from the mass depravity of others for no reason. It's true the world is exactly the way people want it to be and there's no other way it could have been unless people had wanted something different. Things like murder, rape, pedophilia etc exist because people think there being a next generation is worth these things existing, which is the karma itself if makes sense. I don't believe in some things, like reincarnation for example, in a literal sense. I struggle to believe that children are born into abuse bc of something they did in a past life. I can understand karma for adults because how we choose to react to the environment we were born into is within our control and we will keep suffering until we decide to face reality and choose peace. But children don't have control over their lives and I think children only suffer for their parents' karma. I don't know if it makes me a bad person but I really only feel bad for the things that happened to people as children because that's the one time they didn't choose to suffer. I think most children will grow up to be evil but I don't think it's the fault of their parents or the trauma. I think most humans are just inherently predators and were always going to be the way they are, and of course in a world full of predators plenty of them are going to be victims of each other. The logic most people have is that being a victim makes you less of a predator so they cling to the ways they have been victimized as a shield. It sounds bleak but if there's a point to life I think it's to realize that life is hell and to not create a new being to experience it. It frustrates me that you can't be honest about it and can't say anything about the world being hell and nature being hell and PEOPLE being hell without people getting defensive and acting like you're the crazy one. They expect you to look at all of the selfish, manipulative assholes of the world and to "love everyone," see the good in them and forgive them even though they don't deserve it, to look at all their filth and call it love. I feel like such a negative and hateful person sometimes but almost everything in the world is negative and worthy of hate. You have to look at it all and be willing to pretend it's good or you're the hateful one.

Not annoying or upsetting at all. I think expressing emotions, even anger and frustration is important. You should never try to force yourself to feel a certain way if it’s not genuine. I was actually angry for some time, and festered in it. It was really important on my journey of self improvement. Life can be disappointing, and initially recognizing the filth presented to us, can be demoralizing.

Starting small could potentially help you. I dove in and wanted to completely change my life overnight. This obviously didn’t happen, and made it seem like an impossible task. You have to give yourself grace and practice patience. You’ve built up a lifetime of thoughts and experiences, that is going to take time to change. I started by doing one positive thing for myself each day. It sounds cliche and obvious, but if you look around, even little things slip past us. I also encourage you to get to the bottom of your emotions, especially frustration.

You shouldn’t have to pretend. Although I’m able to think positively about my own life, I know that this world is a terrible place. I agree that not bringing another person here is the “purpose” for those of us with this mindset. I find great joy in that, knowing that I’m smart enough to see through the illusion and make a meaningful choice not to contribute because of it. Don’t let the mass delusion of faux positivity get to you, those people know what they’re saying is bullshit deep down. The ability to be honest with yourself and acknowledge reality is a gift, and at the very least will help keep yourself safe.

I encourage you to take your time. Which you have plenty of. Don’t let the idea that you’ve wasted too much of it stop you. I sat with my negative feelings for awhile before coming out on the other side. I was able to comfort myself with the fact that I was smart enough to wake up eventually. Some people never do, and that’s what motivated me the most. I see others everyday who are almost at the end of their lives, and still soaking up filth.

You’re already extremely self aware and shouldn’t waste that. You need to spend more time with yourself, and find ways to grow self esteem. The relationship you have with yourself will influence how you move through the world. I sincerely mean it when I say that your words resonated with me, and I can tell how intelligent you are. You have a perceptive mind, many don’t get that, you shouldn’t let it go to waste. Maybe even finding a medium in which you can express yourself, even the less positive aspects, can help you. Writing has been therapeutic for me for that reason. Journaling as well, sharing your insights, even if just for yourself :)

[cruelestpoetryever]

"Well then he could just say whatever he wants and i would never know"

people do that allllll the time. people irl will talk about people they don't like to close friends; it's a normal thing! if thats something u cant handle, idk what to tell u.

i can have an argument with a family member of mine or stories that from my pov painting them in a more negative light, u think i keep it to myself? no! i tell other people, like my friends or other family members. it may not be the right thing to do but that's what i do, and people on social media are like that too. my friends will tell me about some stupid person on social media who they have arguments with sometimes, it's a normal thing!!

people are bound to express their opinions about someone/something and sometimes its a negative one. its not great but its a fact of life, u cant control what other people do in this sense, ESPECIALLY on social media.

i think that if u want to know what he says, u care about his opinion. YOU SHOULDNT. he's a random social media user, who you don't know personally. HE'S A STRANGER. why do u care about a stranger's opinion so much?

i wanna be on ur side bc this guy honestly seems like an asshole but soo many people are telling u to block, report, and move on including myself. they're saying that for a reason!! ur responses give him more ammunition; he's trying to get a reaction out of u and its working. just let it be and go about ur business. uve already reported him, there's not much u can do beyond that other than block and ignore.

and before u jump to argue that im on his side: im not. i dont agree with anything hes saying or doing, but sometimes u just have to be the bigger person and set boundaries for ur own sake.

-🍯

Well I'm just ignoring him unless he talks about me