#like shit I wish I could cook someone something and prove it

[seilon]

giving interviews and resumes for jobs like dishwashing is so fucking stupid man like. work experience??? who CARES. ive been washing dishes my whole life what do you want from me

[cofay]

★ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁.ᐟ➤ sleepy!!

Part2!!!!( Previously)

Itching to see Bakugou again wasn’t really how you were intending for your day to go. The classes you had together you snuck glances at him and could feel your face get hot like by just staring at the guy?! What’s going on? Do you like him? But it can’t be you guys basically just met and he doesn’t even spend enough time with you at school alone so how could you like him? There’s just no way.

As all these thoughts roamed your head you failed to notice the blond boy that was walking up to you as you were walking to the lunch line.

“Y/n.” He says grabbing your arm

“What- whoa what’s going on?”

“Come sit with me during lunch I have enough for the both of us.”

“Why?” At this point you would think that if someone likes you or wants to get to know you better they surely wouldn’t be dragging you to their lunch table by force and giving you no say!?

“Cuz’ I can tell nobody packs you your own lunch..always eating school food n shit’ “ the last part was said under his breath of course he wouldn’t want to offend you but damn he hated how nobody is treating you how he would nobody patches you up after you get hurt on the field, nobody packs you good fucking lunch as he puts it.

Nobody cares for you like he would, oh If he just had you already he would smother you, give you the whole world if you asked just to prove himself to you.If he had the guts to. So instead he just do the things he wishes others do for you like now. He wishes others cook for you or well he wishes he could cook for you.

Bakugou just wishes the thoughts in his mind would shut the fuck up he may seem like he doesn’t care on the outside but damnit he’s shaking like a fuckin’ new born cattle he was nervous!? this is fuckin new.he hopes he didn’t make you mad or better yet he just hopes he didn’t ruin his chances to be with you.

You sit down at the table awkwardly and then he pulls out two lunch boxes one for you and one for him. You take it slowly.

“What did you make?”

“Some sushi rolls and ramen”

“Sounds good, thanks…Bakugou”

“Katsuki.”

“What?”

“Call me Katsuki you don’t have to be formal” he grunts out before he starts OBLITERATING his food. You do not exactly the same first you taste the sushi rolls gosh this guy can cook…then you went to taste the ramen as the noodles hit your tongue you almost broke you neck leaning it back just because of the FUCKING TASTE god you loved this cooking.

It was wayy better than what you’ve been eating this whole year swallowing whatever you had in your mouth you quickly turned to face him.

“Katsuki.”

“What?” He turns to face you confused but not angry or annoyed

“Can I do something?”

“Um do what—“ without a words you raised your hands and cupped his face… “The hell are you doing?—“ he grunts.

“Showing my appreciation,your food was just soooooo goood!” You start to pinch his cheeks and squeezing them which of course makes him blush what the hell?! Is this what you do to all your friends?…not that he’ll complain your hands were soft and warm and then your pretty smile..it just made his heart beat so fucking fast.

“S-stop it-“

“But your cheeks are so soft aww look at you!”

This made his face even redder were you calling him cute?? You’re just smothering him with attention. He grabs your wrist not hard but mildly to get you to stop and you do. Well now isn’t this awkward you’re just staring at him with your pretty eyes…wait what?

“Hey guys” A pink haired girl walks up to the table and as her gaze looks around the table it drops on the blond and you. “What’s going on here? You guys dating?” She teases pointing her finger

“Nothing we’re not dating.” Bakugou moves himself to face his lunch again you do the same but since you want to be an asshole now you scoot closer to him.

“Who is she?” You ask looking at Bakugou

“Raccoon eyes introduce yourself.”

“Pft still rude as ever..anyways I’m Mina! Mina Ashido” she says with a bright smile it’s very contagious you start to smile too

“I’m Y/n, L/n Y/n”

“Nice to meet you anwaysss..are you Bakugou plus one for the karaoke Sunday??”

“Uh-“

“Yes she he” he interrupted

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As Sunday inches closer you scramble through your closet looking for the perfect outfit to save for Sunday as your elbow deep into your bin of clothes you hear a knock at your door you turn your music off.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me princess.”

“Come in the doors unlocked”

As Bakugou walks in he stares at you then he starts looking around your room and how it was decorated with pictures of you and your friends, family too some pets then posters of shows and musicians all dressed under fairy lights and his gaze lingers over to your desk organized and decorated also with small figures and one hello kitty mirror

“Don’t tell me you’re a neat freak?”

“M’ not.” You grumble

“What are you doing”

“Looking for an outfit for Sunday”

“What do you plan on wearing?”

“Why would I be elbow deep in my basket if I didn’t planned to wear something? Clearly I didn’t plan” you say a little bit aggressively

“Damn chill” he goes to sit on your bed.

“Do you need anything?”

“No”

“So why are you here”

“Just to see you”

“Forr?…” you drag your sentence on wanting to really know why he was here because it really can’t be one reason right?

“For nothing just to see you.” He grunts

You get up putting your basket back in your closet and you walk up to the bed.

“Do you like me?”

Hell no. Did you already know about his crush or something why are you asking this question now?

He snaps his gaze back to you a blush forming slowly on his cheeks

“What are you talking about dumbass?”

“I mean you said you were here to see me for no reason so you must like me” you say pointing towards yourself smirking

“I didn’t know you were so full of shit” he says his blush turning a deeper shade of red

“Relax I’m kidding…” you say sitting down next to him “unless…” you turn to face him slowly

“Shut it.” He shoves his hand in your face, you start to giggle and peel his hand away from your face.

“Look you mess up my hair!”

“Fine I’ll fix it”

He leans in fixing the front of you hair. You took this as a chance to actually examine his face you look from his furrowed eyebrows to his bright red irises then to his flushed cheeks and lastly to his plump soft…pinkish lips…you kinda wish you could kiss him

Wait what are you thinking you’re just friends with him..you pull his hands away from your hair saying it’s fine and getting up to fix it yourself. What you didn’t notice is how Bakugou saw the way you looked at his lips it opened up something inside of him..

“So do you want me to pick you up and drop you off for Sunday?” He says looking at you through the mirror

“Um..sure I wouldn’t mind”

“Okay. What’s your number so I can text you?”

“Here,” you hand him your phone exchanging numbers with him. “Wait can I take a picture to use for your contact?”

“What why-“

“Don’t answer that say cheese” you lift your phone up holding it to face him and snap a picture. Once you look at it you frown. “Why’d you flip me off Katsukii?” You whine

“Shut up.”

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 later that night you can’t deny it you were staring at his picture all night kinda hoping he would text you but it wouldn’t matter in the end because you’re finally going to get to spend even more time with him tomorrow at the Karaoke place, and maybe go to the park after take a stroll…maybe.

IM GONNA BE HONEST LINKS HATE ME PART4

@armeenix

[snowsinterlude]

sweet cis teen.

(jerk coriolanus x transmasc reader)

summary: based on this ask. coriolanus is your stupid jerk roommate who's always throwing the most hateful comments on you. thus being said, you didn't expect him to be so eager when sucking you off.

c.w: dumb jerk coriolanus x transmasc reader, stress fucking, submissive coryo, competition, coryo trying to be better than reader on anything, reader is implied to be on a nursery course at the college (y'all stay safe please don't inject nothing if you're not nurses), bottom growth (thus being clit growth due to testosterone), dacryphilia and dirty talk

at first sight, you thought to yourself about how pretty coriolanus was. soft blonde curls that were cut to give place to a buzzcut, that you still thought was pretty hot.

but, fuck, how can he be so idiot sometimes?

he was the roommate you got. it seemed like a joke, actually. a sick and horribly funny joke. with you being on testosterone, no one could actually tell you were trans except you decided to tell them.

binder caging your chest, big clothes covering your body and your voice being as deep as any boy your age.

however, the moment you took out the trans pride flag out of your suitcase and pinned it to the wall, he seemed to change, constantly trying to prove he was better than you.

"what's that?" he asked, his head indicating the flag on your wall.

"hm? ah. that's my pride flag." you said, smiling at him.

"pride flag?" he arched his brow, but you could feel a sense of... rudeness, on his voice.

"...yeah. my trans pride flag." you said, arching your brow to him.

"you're trans? he said, laughing. and then your world shaked a bit on your feet, your breath hitching as you listened to his laughs. "okay, then."

"okay...?" you arched your brow. he was kinda strange, looking at you as if trying to read through you.

then one morning he saw you with a syringe on your hand and he almost panicked, pointing at it desperately.

"what- what is that?? are you a drug addict or something?? man, do your shit on the other room! not on the kitchen!! definitely not on the kitchen!!" he said, voice clear with despair.

you arched your brow, looking at him.

"you're afraid of needles, snow?" you teased, smirking.

"what- no! of course not! that's not the subject- the thing is- this thing is not supposed to be on the kitchen! what if that needle falls on the ground and someone step on it?? it wouldn't be a pretty sight, i assure you."

you laughed loudly at his words. fuck, he seemed scared for his dear live.

"that's..." you panted between chuckles, shaking. "fuck, that's testosterone, man."

"yeah, call your drug whatever you want. but i'm not gonna take you to the hospital if you get an infection." he said, trembling as he looked at the needle on your hand.

"boy i'm a nurse." you said "i'm dr. ghaul's intern."

"and did i ask??? no. so please turn that needle away."

you shrugged, finishing what you had to do.

and god, you swear that was the first time he started to compete with you.

grades, gym classes, mathematics, better answers in class, everything turned into a competition. an unilateral one, at least.

every girl that approached you was immediatly swayed away by him and fuck you if you were in pain at some point, he was always excluding the fact you were trans, treating you as a cis man and god forbid you talked otherwise.

he always competed with you on everything, truly. drinking, cooking, flirting with girls or something like that, everything was a reason to compete.

"hey, dude." he called you, voice deeper than usual as he entered your room and closed the door behind you.

"hello, snow."

"coryo."

"what?"

"you can call me coryo, dude." he said, looking at you. he seemed strange.

"okay, coryo. what is it?" "wanna see who's dick is bigger?" "what- no, what the fuck, coryo??" "c'mon, why not? you're afraid of losing?"

you sighed, holding the wish to facepalm yourself once your bottom hurt, result of the testosterone you were taking.

"coryo you know i don't have a cock. stop fucking with me." you said, looking at him as he frowned "what do you mean? you're a man." he said.

you wanted to laugh at him. he was getting in your nerves already.

"coriolanus, you know i'm transgender." "yeah, i had a question about it too."

"shut up." you said, not giving him any chance to speak. you were tired of him, of his behaviour

you were the one frowning now. you felt like you'd regret it. specially since your clit was throbbing painfully from how excited you were, not from this situation though, but the testosterone seemed to make you really hypersexual and sensitive and this dumb blonde entered your room at the worst moment possible.

"you can't keep one second of your life without pissing me off," you ranted, standing up from your bed as your finger hit his chest, pushing him away "ever since you've become my roommate my life has been rolling around entertaining you with those dumb fucking competitions. i am tired of you." you spat, pushing him more and more to any direction he was, till he sat on your bed.

"this being said, coriolanus, what's your fucking question?"

"how do you not have a dick if you take testosterone?" he asked, blushing hardly as he looked at you, his cheeks felt horribly hot as he looked at you, and you didn't notice how his pants were terribly tight when you exploded your anger on him.

"coryo, i-" you groaned in frustration.

"tell me, c'mon. i'll leave you alone. only thing i know 'bout that shit is that you feel.. uh... more excited? yeah, that was it."

"fuck coryo if you wanna suck my dick then say it!" you exploded, looking at him with anger. the entire room seemed to get silent after that, and you thought everything was done.

it wasn't.

"i.. i want to." he said, almost a whisper as he scratched his buzzcut.

"what?"

"i want to." he said, looking at your eyes. "i want to suck whatever it is that is between your legs."

you groaned huskily, almost crying from the pain present on your trousers.

give the people what they want.

you both would be winning, anyway.

"do you know... what bottom growth is?" you asked.

"...no." he said, breathing heavily.

"it is one of the side effects of taking testosterone. the clit starts getting bigger, in width and lenght." you said, and you could see him gulping down, eyes shining. what you didn't know was that his mouth felt insanely dry, like he needed to taste you to be hydratated again. "it gets super sensitive and as you said before, the testosterone makes most ftm more excited than usual."

"okay." he said, nodding while trying to keep his calm. "is that a yes?"

"yes." you answered.

and he pushed you to the bed, throwing you on the bed and taking your pants off your body. your leg was on his broad shoulders while his tongue licked you through your trousers, making your body jolt from the sensitivity. this only fueled his hunger more and more, his hand pushing your underwear aside.

he spent a whole minute looking at it, looking at you, eyes shining from fascination.

"stop staring and just suck it you fucking bitch" you growled, pulling his head into your pussy, and he did as you said, moaning a bit against it before his tongue started working on you, focusing on your bottom growth more than on anything else.

his hips thrusted into your matters, he freed his hand just a bit only to free his hard cock from his own pants, but never stopped sucking you.

"fuck! are you starved, dude?! you look as hungry as a bitch in heat!" you moaned out, grinding your hips on his eager tongue. he was making you so wet, and yet the one crying from pleasure was him, tears appearing up on his pretty cerulean eyes as he tasted you, and he swore he had never tasted anything better than you in his entire life. he needed your approval, and your degrading words only seemed to fuel his hunger for your pussy more and more.

he could spend an entire hour sucking you, it still wouldn't be enough. that's why he desperately tried to bury himself deep between your legs again, once you pushed him away.

"stop that," you said, slapping his face and earning a cry out of his pretty mouth, the sight making your cunt ache "listen to me, you have to be less eager unless you want me to be the first person on earth to die from overstimulation, okay?" he nodded. "good boy, keep going."

he groaned, feeling his balls tightening to the praise before he buried himself in between your legs again, ignoring the fact he just came silently on your mattress. he followed your instructions, eating you out eagerly, but not too much for you not to be too overstimulated.

didn't work anyway, you ended up squirting on his mouth and he didn’t even care, pushing your buttons and keeping his tongue inside you, thrusting inside you while his nose touched your clit.

you came more than three times and less than five, probably, that was your only certainty as you pushed him away from your pussy, he crawled up to be face to face with you, cleaning his mouth messily after you kissed his tears away.

"you should be like that more times, coryo." you said, breathing heavily.

"i'll try." he said, panting heavily. "i'll try."

and he did. every oportunity you gave for him to give you head was very well used and he'd only stop when you cussed him, after at least 3 times squirting. and he'd be so proud, even if you didn't praise him.

he turned out to be the sweetest cis boy you've ever met. and the hungriest, too.

[anjaelle]

My fave headcanon that I suddenly decided was probable is that Tangerine has a needy sub streak:

♡ Because of his job (and how much he needs to stay on top of shit) sometimes he likes handing the control over to someone else for once.

♡ He REALLY likes being taken care of and comforted. He likes when you comb his hair or when you help him shave or when you give him mini facials when he’s stressed out. He likes when you wrap your arms around him from behind when he’s cooking or on the phone.

♡ He whines a lot when he’s attention starved and likes curling up with you. He likes being the little spoon in these scenarios.

♡ He likes being called pretty, beautiful, cute, and sweet. Specifically if you say he has pretty hair or a pretty smile.

♡ He gets jealous when you give other people similar compliments. He gets handsy and a little possessive. On more than one occasion he’s caressed your thigh under the table when you talked about how sweet a guy at your job was to you, or rolled his eyes and pouted when you pushed his buttons about a cute waiter.

♡ If he even suspects that you might be upset about something, he might try and coax it out of you with humor, then subtle pleading if he thinks it’s about him. Because he absolutely cannot handle the thought of you being mad at him even though it’s a rarity.

♡ His love language is Acts of Service. So even though he knows he doesn’t HAVE to do these things (picking things up that you’ve forgotten on the way home, paying for your transportation when you go out without him, placing things around the house so you remember them when you go), he likes when you praise him for being helpful.

NSFW:

♡ He fucking loves when you use his work ties to tie his wrists together when you ride him. He likes the feeling of having his movements restricted, and proving to you that he can listen to your instructions exactly as you say them.

♡ The mask slips a bit the first few times he tries to pull his hands out of the knots while you ride him, and when you stop and climb off, he begs for you to come back.

♡ “Wait, wait, babe! Hold on…” While you tighten the knots even harder around his wrists. And when you cross the room—just out of reach—to get yourself off without his help, his pleas turn into a low growl.

♡ “You get the fuck back here.” And it makes you excited, but you keep your upper hand, maintaining eye contact while your fingers dip between your lips to taste yourself. And his gaze softens. And he groans in disappointment. “Baby please? Please!”

♡ The first time you wrap your hand around the base of his throat and squeeze, he practically breaks the headboard he’s tied to in half. As he presses on begging you to use him and take what you need from him, he feels his brain short circuit when you tell him he looks so beautiful.

♡ “Good boy, baby.” “You’re doing so well, honey.” “There’s my sweet boy.” “I love how good you make me feel.”

♡ “I wish you could see how beautiful you look with my hand wrapped around your throat, baby.”

♡ And he’s well aware he’s said that line to you at least once, but the way you purr it in his ear feels so much better.

♡ The first time he let out a high, sweet melodic whimper, he was a little embarrassed…even though it made you damn near feverish. You made it your mission to coax it out of him as often as possible, letting him know that you loved the way he sounded when he was close. And that he didn’t need to be embarrassed.

♡ Between the sweet way he whimpers your name and the way he begs to touch you, it’s so hard to maintain the upper hand. And he keeps urging you to take what you need from him, to use him to make yourself feel good.

[thehottiesknoweren]

Keep that toxic ass love

“If that’s the way you love then i don’t want any of that shit”

Choso x reader

Tw: toxic relationship, breaking in and entering, smut (poorly written sorry), choso breaking shit/destroying stuff and overall needing therapy, mentions of pregnancy ( barely even there dw)

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It was a regular Saturday for you.

Cleaning,

Cooking,

And fighting with choso.

You sighed as he kept blowing up your phone, he was cursing your out one minute and professing his love the next and honestly it was exhausting,

Last night you went to a party with your friend and posted you having fun on your story, drinking, smoking and just being a vibe.

You and Choso hadn’t been speaking to each other for at least a week, you guys were on a break, Or more like he was on a break and you were just done with his ass completely.

After viewing your story he spammed your phone with a bunch of nonsense which you didn’t reply to and simply just blocked him.

That was a mistake.

Ten minutes later he was at your house slashing your tires, and then he quickly drove away when he was done.

He then messaged you from a different number rambling again which you also blocked but that didn’t stop him.

No.

He just kept getting new numbers and you decided to feed into him a little because why wouldn’t you if he wasn’t going to leave you alone?

Choso: people who love each other don’t go out with other people while they’re just taking a break from the one they love.

Y/n: you used the wrong “they’re” it’s *their* 💀

Y/n: someone who loved you wouldn’t care about that yet I do doesn’t that tell you something goofy?

After sending that message you blocked his number again and put down your phone but who would’ve guessed this man got a new damn number.

“Text now need to take away his damn subscription or some shit damn” you yelled to yourself.

Choso: you don’t love me yet that’s all you could say when you were creaming on my dick huh? Lying ass bitch.

Y/n: never creamed on your dick. The orgasms you gave me were so weak they wouldn’t have been enough to cover the tip. All that dick yet you don’t know how to use that shit…. And how you love me but ima bitch? I see why your mother didn’t want your bipolar ass. Leave me alone don’t you got better things to do?

Y/n: And another thing, yes I don’t love you. That left last month when you thought it was okay to buss out my windows and made me cut up my thighs piece of shit. I wish you were swallowed.

Choso: I paid for the window and kissed every scar I left on your body. I didn’t mean for it to go that far, I just blacked out,

Choso: I know I’m acting crazy but I need you baby, I need my baby give me another chance I’ll get help I’ll make it right,

Y/n: Every time I do you hurt me. Do you know how much shit you’ve done to me? Choso I’ll probably never be with another man and I know that makes you happy but it shouldn’t, you’ve hurt me so bad, physically, emotionally and verbally I can’t even want a relationship. Just stop coming around I don’t need you.

He stopped texting you after this and you went to go lay down in your bedroom, sobbing in the process.

You knew deep down you loved him and wanted to be with him, he’s all you knew.

He’s the first person to explore your body and teach you what feeling good in bed meant, he was the first person to take you on dates, shopping sprees and wouldn’t let you lift a finger when you didn’t feel good, he always took care of you, did you lie earlier to hurt his ego? Yes but you had to.

Because he was also the person who slut shamed you, insulted you, broke into your house, broke everything you owned, just a few weeks ago he cut up most of your clothes that he didn’t like and burnt them, he also never knew when he was wrong and would blow the smallest thing out of proportion when you proved him wrong saying you were ungrateful.

And do you know how he solved all of this?

Sex and shopping spree’s

but to be honest you were pretty sure the sex was for him. He would destroy your health in every possible way and then he would only opt to take you shopping and then after that he would get you into the bedroom and fuck you until you were crying his name and spewing affirmations of love.

And you couldn’t take that anymore. Everyone told you that you deserved more than a man who only offered you sex and money, and although you didn’t really believe them and wanted to be with Choso you noticed that being around him only hurt you

As you were deep in thought you weren’t aware that your breathing was heavy and you were sobbing, you were having a panic attack.

The bed sunk down and a pair of hands wrapped around your stomach, you knew exactly who it was

“it’s okay” he whispered in your ear trying to calm you down.

“Choso I can’t do this with you anymore” you said. Your breathing got a little calmer, “I-I’ve been going to therapy and-“

He cut you off, “you know how I feel about that shit, why would you go?” he was getting mad so you got up out of the bed,

“That’s why. Look at the way you act” you said, also getting a bit mad and confused because he just said he would go to be with you but at last it was probably another meaningless lie spewing from his lips.

“I’m sorry that I act that way but it’s because I love you, I get mad because I love you and don’t want to lose you, it’s like when I see you doing things I don’t like I get angry and black out because I’m scared of losing you but I’m not realizing the things I do are causing me to lose you” he got up and tried to hold your waist but you pulled away.

“If that’s the way you love then i don’t want any of that shit” you looked him dead in the face letting him know you meant what you said, “if your love is you hurting me any time we argue then keep it choso” you broke eye contact because you could feel yourself starting to cry.

You felt him wrap his arms around you but you didn’t stop him, he begin to place kisses on your forehead while holding you in his arms, “I’m sorry baby, please don’t cry my love” you could hear him sniffing and looked into his eyes to see tears there too,

Suddenly he picked you up and laid you on the bed quickly getting on top of you and laying down. He kissed your chin and kept saying how sorry he was while keeping his arms wrapped around your body.

You didn’t respond but you didn’t stop him and after a while you two just laid there in silence, not a word from either of you until he decided to speak again, “I’d do anything for moments like this, moments I get to hold you” he started kissing your neck,

“Choso we can’t keep doing this, if you say you’re gonna change than do it. I can’t wait for you much longer”

He stopped kissing your neck and looked at you with a smile, he knew you were giving him a second chance, “I will baby I promise.” He kissed you passionately amd you couldn’t help but be happy,

His kiss begin to go lower and he slowly made his way back to your neck, he took his time sucking on every area his lips touched,

And his lips kept getting lower and lower until he made it to the end of the bed, he was quick to take off the skimpy satin nightgown you had on, underneath it was just you in panties no bra,

He quickly stood up and started to take off his belt and as soon as he was done he wasted no time taking off your panties and spreading your pretty legs,

He dragged one of his fingers through your folds picking up some of your juices and making you moan and arch your back in the process he put his finger in his mouth. “Just how I like it. Good girl” he said positioning his head in between your legs.

He quickly put his tongue to work and showed your touch deprived pussy just what it missed.

You never touched yourself when you and Choso were arguing, because you knew he would be right back. You felt as though only letting him touch you made you crave him more and although you would never admit it to him you never saw yourself giving up on him and not touching yourself was basically a guarantee that you wouldn’t lose fillings.

Choso on the other hand would touch himself to the thought of you everyday or sometimes just the control he had on you, he would think about how he was the only person to ever have you and only person you ever allowed to touch you. Shit like that turned him on.

Your legs started to shake intensely as he ate you out and just as you were about to cum he stopped,

He got off his knees and stood right in front of you, he put his body in between your legs and aligned his cock with your entrance, “you ready?” He looked at you but you only gave him a moan in response.

As he entered you, he could here the wet sound pussy made and that was music to his ears only making him speed up his pace to hear it more

“Fuck” he said under his breath,

You were a moaning mess for this man

He felt himself get closer to his orgasm so he came closer to your face and placed kisses all over it, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he continued to thrust inside you,

Soon you could feel him leaking inside you making you arch your back, you knew he was trying to hold his orgasm so that you could cum with him because his thrust were sloppy but firm enough so that you could feel good.

As soon as he felt your nails dig into his back he knew you were cumming.

As you painted his cock he painted your insides, “I love you” he kisses you one more time before exiting your pussy,

You could feel him getting off the bed and then you saw him entering the bathroom, you heard running water and was about to doze off but Choso came and picked you up bridal style.

He made sure you peed and cleaned you both up, “you made a mess in the bed now I have to change the sheets” he chuckled while you sat in your vanity chair wrapped in a towel, you watched him change the sheets and take the other ones to the washing machine. You couldn’t help but smile at him, he was so cute.

He came back into the room this time he didn’t have that same cute look though, he seemed mad and as he looked directly at me I couldn’t help but wonder why,

“What the fuck is this?” He held up something pink and white and as I looked closely I saw it was a test.

The test.

[mara-xx217]

A Match Made in Hell- (A DBD Commission) Jed Olsen (Ghostface)/Reader

This was a paid commission! I hope you enjoy~

How could he think that you wouldn't learn this fact? How could you not think that he would learn the same about you? Really, you are a match made in hell...

Warnings: Serial Killings, Murder, Stalking, Arson, Murder, Super Toxic Relationship, Choking, Implied NSFW

You came across the find of the century. There was another on the turf of your home city serial killer. No matter what the police say and your newspaper prints, you know that it was someone else. A new face but someone that wasn’t new to the game. You had gotten a peek of a crime scene that the police had only just arrived at. Blood was everywhere but it wasn’t haphazard or sloppy, almost as if the killer had tried to make art out of their kill. You managed to snag a handful of photos before the police shoved you out of the way, calling you a ‘vulture’ as they threatened to arrest you should you obstruct them further. As much as you wished that you had gotten some better pictures, this was more than enough to prove without a shadow of a doubt that there was another murderer in Roseville. 

“You… do realize that we can’t publish any of this, right?” The chief editor of the Roseville Gazette had a sickly pale green hue to his face as stared at the photographs you presented to him. Several of the other editors had to turn away, some shaking their heads and others leaving the room entirely as they claimed they had ‘other things’ to do. The giddy rush of your find was quickly soured as the chief editor flipped the photographs around, so that they faced the desk underneath them. 

“W-Wha-? Are you being serious?! Do you have any idea of what this means? Doesn’t the public deserve to know just how dangerous the streets are-?!” The sudden wave of a hand has you silenced. Of everyone in the room nearly everyone seemed almost scared that you had brought such information inside of their building. What are they? Cowards or something?! There was only one person that didn’t seem perturbed by what you had shown them. Only one, and unsurprising to you, they were the one person that has irked you from the moment they set foot into your place of work.

“Just-! Get this shit off my desk and burn them for God’s sake! Jesus Christ-!” The chief editor sat back in his chair, looking exhausted. 

“And get out of my office while you’re at it!”

You snorted as you picked up the photographs. You didn’t spare a moment before you stomped out, yanking the door open with enough force that it bounced off the wall behind it. As you took a step out of the chief editor’s office, your eyes locked onto the new guy’s, the one that you didn’t like for… whatever reason. For a fraction of a second, you saw… something. Whatever it was, it was over before you even had the chance to internalize it but in your core, you knew exactly what you saw. 

A challenge… 

What kind of challenge was it…? One between reporters? Or was it-? 

It kept you up all night. There was a gnawing in the back of your head like a nagging question. It made the hairs on your body stand on end but it also made excitement pool in your gut. Could it be…? What would be the odds of such a thing? Low, almost improbable… But likely not impossible, right? You remember the interviews that the new guy had with two people that were killed by the new serial murderer- what was his name? Jed?- and remembered that they both were stalked and received phone calls and photographs of themselves from within their homes days before they were found killed in their homes. One was stabbed to death in the shower, ‘Psycho’ style and the other looked like they were surprised as they were cooking breakfast, their house nearly catching on fire from the unmonitored stovetop that was still on.

 You got up after the clock struck two a.m. and glossed back over all the articles that the Roseville Gazette had published over the past few months. Indeed, all of them were written as though the same killer had perpetuated all the recent hot topic murders in the city. You frowned at the fact that all the articles that you had written were nowhere to be found. Actually… the more that you read, the more that you realized that all the articles on the new murders were written by the same reporter. You quirked a brow. Oh? 

Now this is interesting… 

As you looked over more and more articles, the hairs on the back of your neck began to rise. A thrill ran down your spine and pooled in your gut. You just knew that something was going to happen. What, you didn’t know, but whatever it would be, it would be exciting. You sat back in your chair and waited, exhaling sharply through your nose as you stared at your cell phone that was resting on the table in front of you. You knew this guy’s type very well.

He’ll call you, without a doubt. 

Unsurprisingly, your phone began to ring. This asshole is probably watching you as you sit at your kitchen table… If he wasn’t watching you through a crack in your blinds, then he was likely inside of your house. As excited as you were, you couldn’t help but to feel a wave of apprehension washing over you at the thought of this creep being in your house. What was he? A dirty pervert? You scoffed to yourself and picked up your phone, answering it with your name. 

“....” There was soft breathing on the other end of the phone. You felt your eyes nearly roll out of your skull as you listened, leaning back further and propping your feet up on your table. 

“Sweetie, if this call isn’t going to contain some ‘Black Christmas’ level of obscene caller shenanigans then I’m not interested.” You quirked a brow as you heard a snort then a short bark of laughter. 

“Well, well! I’ve never had that kind of reaction before!” The man on the other side sounded totally unfamiliar to you. His voice was deep and smooth, almost a purr as he was no doubt staring at you lounging in your dining room.

“Hmph, perhpas… I think that you’re just the rest.” You could hear the squeak of leather on the other side of the line. 

“Oh? Like what?” You sighed heavily as you inspected your fingernails.

“Disappointing.” There was a pause on the other end of the line, as though the new Ripper of Roseville was genuinely surprised. Everything about you screamed that you were bored: your posture, your voice, your sheer nonchalance in the face of someone that you knew was stalking you and who was incredibly dangerous and no doubt homicidal. It was…

“Hmm…~ I want to play a game.” The man’s voice was as smooth as it was at the beginning of the call. He was judging your reaction, wondering if what he was seeing was real or if you were going to be another disappointment for him. 

“A game? No, I don’t think so-”

“C’mon… What’s the harm in a little game?”

“If it’s not ‘what are you wearing’ then I’m not interested.” Again, the squeak of leather hit your ears. To say that your own pulse wasn’t quickening and that heat wasn’t pooling in between your thighs would be an outright lie. Many men have tried to play a dangerous game but they always pussied out just as it was getting good.

You just knew that this one would be different. 

“I like how you think.” The man’s breathing was slightly laboured, as though he was out of breath. 

“Are you already jerking off, you little pervert?” You let one of your legs slip off your dining room table, revealing the nice lace panties that you had worn to bed. It wasn’t like you were expecting such a thing to happen. No! Not at all… Not at all… 

“Aw, you aren’t wearing the red ones? What a shame…” Your heart skipped a beat. An electric pulse shoots through your body as you hold your breath. 

So he can see you… 

“Those are my favourites… Red really suits you-” From your cracked bedroom door, something was thrown out of the darkness. You yelped and jumped, nearly falling backwards in your chair from surprise. A pile of what sounded like paper was thrown, whipping all over the floor of your living room. No, wait- Not paper.

Photographs. 

“-just like blood.” His laughter made your heart pound in your ears. You shot up from your chair and snatched a kitchen knife from the knife block in your kitchen. As you stormed towards your bedroom, the photographs caught your eye. T-That’s-!!! 

Unsurprisingly, there was no one in your bedroom when you kicked your door open. No one was in the bathroom, in your closet or underneath your bed… Son of a bitch-! Your breaths come out in short bursts as you throw your bedroom door back open, it bouncing off the wall behind it and likely creating a dent. Your eyes were trained on the pictures strewn across the floor. You already knew what was on them but you were still hoping that you weren’t that sloppy-

“GODDAMN IT-!!!” 

The knife flew out of your hand and clattered to the floor across your home. How could you be so fucking careless?! That- That fucking asshole-! He-! H-He had fucking-! Your fingers trembled in rage as you quickly collected all the photographs. None of the photos had your face in them but they were damning. If this asshole is using them as blackmail, then he knows- One of the pictures especially caught your eye, one that did show your face. Your breathing hitched and caught in the back of your throat as you looked at yourself, masturbating beside- b-beside- a-and covered in- i-in-

These weren’t the only photos of you, you were certain of that. You were about to burn them but… Shit, you’ve got a serious problem. As damning of evidence this was, you just… couldn’t destroy them. You felt a sick, twisted sense of pride as you looked over them more and more. Wow, he had actually captured you wonderfully… You aren’t sure what you were feeling at the moment. Anger? Definitely. Rage? Absolutely. Flattered? Y-Yeah… Turned on? W-Well…

You dragged your feet on deciding whether or not you wanted to go back to work or if you were going straight over to that asshole’s house and killing him for getting involved in your business. Actually, there are many different reasons why you wanted to kill Jed Olsen: for stealing your promotion at the Roseville Gazette, for being a creep, for being an all around piece of shit, for trespassing on your turf-

“Hey-” You didn’t immediately look up from your work to answer him. You continued typing for some time, slowly tearing your eyes away from your work as you looked up at him with a scowl. 

“What?” God, you hated how much more attractive you’ve found Jed after learning the truth about him. His face was smug and confident, punchable and kissable-

“Now, is that any way to talk to a partner?” You felt your ears heat up as he leaned against your desk. He licked his lips as he looked you over. 

“You’re going to get some coffee with me.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“What’s the magic word, jerkwa-” The words were choked in your throat as Jed grabbed you by the throat. Your eyes went wide, not wide like his other victims, but still showing your surprise plainly. He felt your pulse throb beneath his fingers and he pressed into it with enough force to make your face turn red. 

“Coffee. You. Me. Got it?” Jed’s thumb pressed against your lower lip, calloused from working with his hands for the majority of his life. Your tongue reflexively flicked out, gently trailing against his thumb. You don’t think he was expecting this, as his grip relaxed for a fraction of a second before it became so tight that you felt something pop in your throat. 

“You fucking slut-” The look on his face was dark and there was no warmth in his smile. He forced you to lean up as he leaned down, meeting you halfway. 

“What do you say we burn this shithole to the ground and get the fuck out of this town, hmm?” There was a dark violence in his eyes that you were intimately familiar with. You had often seen them staring back at you in the mirror whenever you were washing the blood off your body after a successful hunt-

“G-Go w-where?~ H-Huuuh-?~” You were getting light headed from lack of oxygen but you were still acutely aware of what was happening around you. Your coworkers were going about their daily routines, totally unaware that you were talking to another coworker that was actively strangling you as the two of you talked about killing them all. They were so stupid it pissed you off. 

It’s just natural selection at this point if they are killed- 

“Anywhere… Just me and you…” A soft wheeze escaped from between your lips as your airway was crushed in Jed’s palm. There was a crossroads that was forming before you: say ‘yes’ and your life is over as you know it or say ‘no’ and your life is over as you know it. 

Fuck, how can you pass up the opportunity to go out with a ‘bang’? 

Your body was still sore from when Jed had dragged you to the supply closet at work. Fuck, how did no one hear the two of you?! He was not gentle with you and even though you were able to hold your screams of pain and pleasure at bay, the sound of your body being repeatedly banged against the closet wall as Jed fucked your brains out. Ah- You keep calling him ‘Jed’, even though you’ve known for a while that it was merely an alias for him. Danny… It’s something that you could get used to saying. Or maybe you should say screaming his name… 

It was so spur of the moment for you… for you both. Spontaneity was something you and Danny both were known for but pure impulsiveness? Well, maybe you both had been lying to yourselves. It’s much easier to do stupid, dangerous things when you have an equally dangerous and stupid person encouraging you to go further and further, until you both had two canisters filled with gasoline each and you both had broken into the Roseville Gazette and doused the whole place. One small spark would be enough to engulf the entire building…

What a shame your ex-chief editor was locked in the supply closet… 

The Roseville Gazette went up in flames within seconds. The heat of the flames exploded outwards, engulfing both you and Danny within its harsh light. The two of you were dressed in your murderous best: black and masked as you both heard your ex-chief editor screaming from within the hot inferno. Your entire body was trembling with excitement as the fire continued to rage hotter and hotter. It could spread to other buildings if things keep up… God, you fucking hoped that it did. You fucking hate this place and you guess that Danny did too, because he was just as turned on as you were as the screams of agony died down from within the destroyed Roseville Gazette. 

“Ha… Ha… F-Fuck-” You pulled off your mask and your face was flushed. You’ve never committed arson before… It felt pretty damn good, even if the smell of gasoline stuck to your clothing and skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Danny pull his own mask off, your eyes going wide as you felt him grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head backwards. As he pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

It was all tongue and teeth… You moaned as you felt your teeth bounce off of his, nipping at his lower lip and at the tongue that forced its way into your open mouth. Danny’s kiss was wet and overpowering but you wouldn’t let him win easily. You bit him hard enough to draw blood but instead of instantly pulling away, he moaned and kissed you even deeper. 

It left you breathless, even after he began to pull away. Even though you knew that the two of you shouldn’t be sticking around for much longer, you wanted to watch the Gazette continue to burn. This had to be the stupidest thing that you have ever done in your entire life, and you are including going to work for a newspaper that was in your active killing grounds. You always got hot and bothered when you reported on your own murders and you guessed that Danny was the same way with his own. He had grabbed you by the neck and was dragging you back towards the car that he had used to drive you both around for the night. You knew exactly what he had in mind, which was the only reason why you weren’t fighting him every step of the way. He’s the only man that’s ever made you sore after doing the deed…

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Y’all I totally forgot it was Wednesday, but I didn’t come empty handed! No answers, of course, just a peek back into dinner while Danny’s off committing Crimes 😏

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Jason really wished he could just focus on having a good time with his family. The food was, as always, exquisite, and Sam and Tucker were moaning happily along with the others.

It smelled great. It looked great. It tasted great, but something in the back of Jason’s head just wouldn’t switch off.

Not until Danny came back.

Even the thought that Danny might be in danger while he just ate dinner sat like a lead weight in his stomach.

The expanded aura… well. It kind of helped? Being practically choked by Danny’s presence, aware in every pore of his skin that Danny was there, was fine, wasn’t hurting, did help.

It just. Made it impossible to really think about anything else.

He was barely following the conversation, just reading the intricacies of Danny’s mood changes and losing track of sentences as people said them.

Finally, finally, Danny’s aura shifted again.

<<Done-got him-no big deal-coming back>>.

Jason almost sagged in his seat, shoulders unknotting marginally (they probably wouldn’t finish until he could see Danny and prove he was fine).

Sent <<impatient-relieved-happy-hurry back>> as well as he could, and nearly dropped his fork at the warm swell of <<affection> he received in return.

Well.

<<Affection-amused-teasing>>.

Clearing his throat, Jason did his best to will away the heat along the back of his neck. Nope, he wasn’t gonna blush when Danny wasn’t even here to look at him while smothering him in those feelings.

And it was definitely just the pit curling up into a little buzzing ball of happiness in his chest. Definitely not actually Jason melting like snow under a blow torch.

Whatever.

Danny was fine, he’d be back soon and Alfred had saved them both plates. And sure, maybe something in Jason wouldn’t unclench until he could see Danny in person, but letting Alfred’s cooking go cold was a sin.

He dug into his still steaming plate, forcing his shoulders to relax a little. Tucker and Tim were still talking about tech, currently disparaging what GIW thought were elite security measures.

Harley had lured Sam, Duke, and Cass into a discussion of her new place in Coney Island at the other end of the table, and yeah, Jason could get interested in that.

Someone might have already asked, but hey. He waited for a convenient pause and leaned in.

“Didn’t Croc move down there with you? He and Riddler attacked the gala last night,” he explained when Harley made a curious noise, head cocking to one side.

Her brow furrowed, so apparently the others hadn’t gotten this far yet. Not sure if he was glad or gonna tease them mercilessly later.

“He what? Yeah, he moved in, but he came back this way ta keep me company as I came up here. Someone’s tryin’ ta give me a hard time cuzza my criminal record, an’ they’re gettin’ intel from one of your local problems,” she added with a shrug, waving her hand.

Cuz yeah, that was also on the list; she’d been up with Ivy, neither of them noticeably causing trouble before apparently Ida Manson got them out of town.

Cass made a small noise of concern and Harley patted her hand, grinning.

“Oh, don’t you worry about me doll, it’s all under control. Thought it might be Pengy havin’ another go at my spot but he burst into tears when I walked in so it’s prob’ly not him,” she said with a very self satisfied smile.

Jason chuckled softly because… yeah, he could picture that. It tracked.

“Smart man,” Duke agreed with a snicker and Harley gave him a fist bump.

“Yeah, I’ll run ‘em down. But why was Waylon at the gala? He jus’ said he was gonna look inta some shit while I was gone,” Harley asked, looking around the table for an answer.

Jason shrugged.

“All their demands were for Harvey Dent. Apparently he was planning to make a run and they beat him to the punch,” he explained, in as much as he understood.

If no one else had a hand on Dent by tonight, he miiiight stretch one of his Red Hood patrols out of Crime Alley to go for a look see.

The man missed his party. The least Jason could do was pay a personal visit.

“Croc mentioned Jason,” Cass noted with a small frown, looking up at him with concern.

And, yeah, that was the other reason he was thinking of getting involved. He couldn’t imagine what the fuck he’d done as a civvie to annoy Dent.

Harley huffed, blowing blonde bangs off her face and lacing her fingers, pointing at Jason.

“Okay, so we gotta go talk to Waylon tomorrow and find out what’s goin’ on. He’s comin’ with me back to Coney when the time comes so he ain’t got time for Arkham,” she said firmly, and something settled in Jason’s gut.

Waylon had so badly wanted the Red Hood not to turn out like he had; another criminal permanently trapped in the system. Yeah, he’d like to return the favour.

Of course, not everyone in the room was up on all the secrets. Sam leaned forward, breaking her quiet streak that as far as Jason knew was her longest ever.

“Wait, you’re going to break that guy out of jail? He wanted to strap a bomb vest to Jason,” she said harshly, finally snapping Tim and Tucker out of their little happy world.

Jason raised both hands.

“He didn’t succeed.” Much as Danny had freaked out about it, Jason wasn’t gonna complain about things that hadn’t happened.

Too much like it actually happened every day, he’d never be done.

Oh. Maybe that was kinda why Danny had freaked out. That probably wasn’t good.

His personal revelation was dampened by Harley waving a hand easily.

“Nah nah nah, we’re not gonna break ‘im out tomorra. He’s gonna tell us what the fuck he was thinkin’, I’m gonna break Dent’s kneecaps, and Batsy’s gonna give a character statement an’ get ‘im released to me for community service.”

And if any of that didn’t work, they could still just break Croc out the next day. Jason knew the unspoken corollary.

Tucker’s eyebrows raised and he said the very stupidest thing that Jason had ever heard from a genius, and he’d seen Tim on 72 hours of no sleep.

“You know Batman?” He asked incredulously.

Harley stared at him for a long moment. Then snickered.

“Yeah, we know each other from work,” she said dryly, waving her fork, “we go way back.”

The assorted bats snickered to themselves and Tucker sunk back in his chair a little, grinning sheepishly around the table.

“Yeah… sorry.”

Sam rolled her eyes, arms folded as she frowned down the table. She clearly had a bigger question, which was probably fair for anyone who didn’t know the combined Harley-and-bats history.

“And you think Batman will do you a favour? He’s not exactly known to listen to reason,” she pointed out half sarcastically. Not that anyone in the room would argue.

There was a reason Jason loved her.

Harley weighed her up for a moment, then grinned, leaning forward.

“Y’know, kid, I don’t think we were introduced. There’s somethin’ real familiar about you,” she mused, folding her arms on the table and leaning over them, plate slowly nudged aside.

Sam smirked and shrugged. They were meeting a lot of new people these past couple days, but if she’d been doing the gala circuit her whole life?

Yeah, this probably wasn’t the worst. Harley was better than Jason had ever met at a party.

“Sam Manson. Friend of Jason’s through Danny,” she added with a nod to the empty seat still between her and Jason.

Harley beamed, hiking forward onto the table a little more.

“Oh, you’d be Ida’s granddaughter then?” She asked brightly, clearly pleased to have been right. “Your granny’s a real doll, sent me and Ivy on a real sweet vacation this week.”

Sam chuckled softly and nodded, giving Harley a half apologetic half cocky smile.

“Yeah, that’d be my fault. I’m not allowed to come to Gotham if there’s a chance Poison Ivy is in town,” she explained, fingers on her left hand tapping against her right arm.

Both of Harley’s brows went up.

“Oh? Are they scared somethin’ might happen to ya?” She asked, tone already very firmly suggesting she knew the answer.

So did most of the rest of the table, though Duke hadn’t actually heard the explanation last night. Not like he needed to, having met Sam for more than five minutes.

Sam didn’t disappoint. She gave another elegant half shrug, her smile turning fully dark.

“Oh, more the opposite. They think I’ll run off and join her if I see her,” she said innocently. Across the table, Tucker snorted most of a laugh.

A moment later Harley joined him, tossing her head back and laughing.

“Yeah, that sounds like Ida’s girl,” she agreed, wiping a dainty tear from her eye, “she was a real spitfire in her younger days, the stories she told Ivy when they were protestin’ together were wild.”

Sam was practically glowing with pride, and Jason had to admit that he would kinda like to meet her grandmother. He’d met her parents, and… well, maybe awesome skipped a generation.

Harley suddenly stopped, head cocking as she noticed something, a sly smile creeping across her face.

“So if they think you’ll run away with Ivy… whadda they think’ll happen if ya run into me?” She asked with a delicately studied innocence, examining her nails.

“Only good things,” Cass offered, grinning past Jason at Sam. Sam grinned back, giving Harley a shrug and a similarly innocent smile.

“Y’know, they’ve just never mentioned it. Clearly there’s no concerns there,” she agreed, and Jason snickered, raising his glass in a toast.

“None here,” he noted and Sam laughed, clinking her glass against his. Dick raised a hand, fighting a laugh.

“One concern for the integrity of Bruce’s skull?” He offered innocently, and laughed when Jason threw a napkin at him.

“If Bruce’s skull was gonna break it’d have done it years ago,” Steph opined as the voice of experience. Jason raised his glass to her too, but she was a little far to clink.

She grabbed hers up and raised it back anyway, and Sam filled the gap, clinking hers to Jason’s and then to Steph’s to pass it on.

“It’s good for him ta get his eggs scrambled,” Harley agreed from the other end of the table, raising her glass too, “and I’m gonna guess you did some percussive maintenance too that I’ll ask about later.”

“Bruce might still have a concussion,” Duke offered, not completely certain where he sat with this kind of joking, but the kid was new.

You had to watch Bruce try and kill himself going out on patrol with more bones broken than whole a couple times before you gave into his indestructibility.

Shit, maybe he should ask Danny if Bruce was liminal. For all the guy was technically a default human, Jason knew literal aliens with a better grasp on humanity.

And ghosts, now.

Harley gave him a nod anyway and patted his hand.

“I’ll aim low then sugar, don’t you fret. But to answer yer other question, Sam, Batman’s gonna get Waylon out for me cuz he doesn’t want ‘im in Arkham any more ‘n we do. Bats wants us all ta get better, and Waylon does best left alone,” she explained with a shrug.

“Until you leave him unsupervised and he teams up with Riddler?” Tim asked with a slight smile.

Jason shook his head, leaning forward on his arms too.

“He wouldn’t do it for no reason. He asked what I’d done to upset Two Face, but I can’t think of anything.” They didn’t even cross paths often.

Dent had taken Red Hood’s claim on Crime Alley as a given, learned quickly that Jason didn’t give a shit about playing nice, and minded his business.

“You sound like you know him pretty well,” Tucker said with a slight frown, and Jason shrugged.

Yeah, Tucker wasn’t in on the Robin thing yet. Luckily there was an easy answer.

“I grew up in Gotham. You guys keep coming back and you’ll get a feel for most of ‘em too.”

Tucker hesitated for a moment, probably thinking back to Amity and their own ghostly rogues. Then he nodded, settling back to poke at his mostly finished plate.

Tim still didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t know Waylon the way Jason did. They’d never had the chance to talk beyond the usual Robin-and-Rogue.

Jason could prove his point tomorrow. Maybe bring Danny along.

And like the thought summoned him, Jason’s phone buzzed to a text from Danny.

‘DannyP: who tf is Constantine??👀👀🤣’

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[shakertwelve]

Hey hii hello hiiii what do u think was Marquis trigger backstory? Since ur the professional on him and we don’t know shit about him(besides his apparent vampirism lmfao)

Interested in your marquis backstory thoughts because his power implies a lot but I can’t quite put it together - there’s SOMETHING that he feels the bones breaking each time and doesn’t show it but idk what. Forced to play into a role even as it causes agony? Macabre leaning? What’s goin on there

SO the first big thing about marquis's background is that i really don't think he grew up with any wealth or comfort at all—his cape persona is a performance that he's putting on to get as far as possible from his much more humble origins, imo. heathcliff stuff. obvious tension of identity there that fits with a changer power and also makes sense with his pain tolerance, which suggests he's had a lot of experience bearing through pain without any help, and the way he talks; he often sounds like he's picking his words deliberately and even trying to give off an air of sophistication, but he never actually uses any words that are especially fancy or obscure. ward messes with this a bit by making him act like an actual cartoon vampire sometimes, but i think i'm still pretty close to the mark.

at one point he mentions that his father was a doctor, but i don't think the man he's referring to there is his biological father—his wish for the brigade not to put amelia into the foster system makes me think he himself spent some time in the system and didn't enjoy it (pretty plausible, especially considering this would've been in the 70s and 80s) before he eventually ended up with the man he thinks of as his father, which is why he's hopeful that amelia will be alright if she's with a good family from the start.

if anything i think he probably grew up more like rachel than anyone else in the cast, but while rachel dealt with being treated badly by human society by forming connections with her dogs instead, marquis never totally gave up on the idea that he could prove himself to be worthy. his dedication to being a "noble" villain, to me, seems like it comes from an almost childish sense of fairness; he has to believe that if he makes himself respectable, people will recognize it and respect him, if he holds himself to a higher standard he won't just be treated as another criminal, if he chooses his words carefully enough he won't be misinterpreted, and if he trusts his daughter to the dallons they'll rise to the occasion and take care of her. it's something he notes makes it difficult for him to understand amy once they're reunited, because she lacks that same internal drive; she's already seen that no matter what she did, she was never really treated like she belonged in the dallon family, so she can't make herself care enough to try anymore. my guess is that it's different for marquis because he had a father figure he actually looked up to, who (in marquis's memories) was a self-made man who was respected on his own terms, and if his father did it right, he can, too.

in a literal sense, his power is the ability to contort himself into any shape that could possibly be wanted from him, but he has to keep breaking himself over and over again to do it—and he does! his shard doesn't even need to throw in anything to protect him from the pain, because he's already willing to do anything just to become someone who can be accepted like he wants. trying to describe the exact moment of his trigger would take more speculation (i could sketch out a timeline but i'd really just be making up the details), but i think those are the underlying issues that are already cooking in his head when it happens.

[analogwriting]

Childhood Crush

Chapter 7: Wrought Iron

Killer x gn!reader

word count: 2k

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Life at sea wasn’t so bad. It didn’t take your brother very long to obtain a fairly decent sized crew. He had a way with people - in his own brash way that seemed to charm a lot of folks. Everyone that seemed to join was easy enough to get along with - at least to you. It wasn’t long before the ship was as rowdy as your brother. 

You loved it.

Even so, you did spend a lot of time in your lab, wanting to make use of this amazing space your brother had made for you as well as feel like you were of some use. You couldn’t fight, so this was the next best thing. You tried to enhance and make everyday life easier. Sometimes, you’d come up with some kind of contraption to make for the crew, but your arm proved difficult when it came to smaller, more precise movements. That’s where your brother stepped in.

One night, you were struggling with a contraption of yours, getting upset and frustrated. You felt like crying. Whenever you were unable to do something, you were painfully reminded of what happened. It was just a lot sometimes. You were typically good at keeping this from everyone, but your brother had caught you mid crises. 

You had taken a small piece and chucked it across the room. It slammed into the wall next to the door and shattered. Eustass also happened to be standing in the doorway when it happened. He looked shocked to see you like this. You were always cool, calm, collected. Aside from when you bickered, but that was a given considering you were siblings. 

“What do you want?” You turned away from him, sniffling and wiping away what tears had started forming in your eyes. 

“What’s going on, Bigs?” His voice was softer than usual, clearly concerned for you. You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s nothing.”

“I think whatever you just shattered in a million pieces says otherwise.”

“Fuck off.”

“No can do.” With his ability, he gathered up the pieces off the ground with ease, holding them in his hand and out to you. “What are you working on?”

“It’s supposed to be a contraption that helps us dry out meat in a more efficient manner. But I…” You stopped, knowing you were gonna start crying out of frustration again. You took a deep breath. “Sorry, it’s just been a long day.” A lie.

As usual, your brother saw right through it, shaking his head. “I wish you wouldn’t lie to me,” he mumbled, taking a look at the schematic you had. “This actually doesn’t seem too hard. Why don’t I help you?”

“You are already busy and doing other things. I don’t want to bother you with this.”

“Bigs, literally what am I doing right now?” You just looked at him. “Exactly. Not shit. Now shut up and walk me through it.” 

And that’s how your brother started helping you on your little projects. Whenever he had free time, he’d come by and help you out on whatever project you had that you couldn’t finish. Sometimes, you’d build to a certain point then leave it for Eustass to finish once you couldn’t work on it anymore.

It was something you found yourself loving. You loved your brother and spending this time with him was always nice. You both would be so in the zone doing what you love that no arguing happened and sometimes the rest of the crew would watch in awe because of how well you worked together.

Hell, Eustass even gave you some good ideas. You could be in the middle of a project and he had an idea of how to make it even better or he even came up with things on his own. He’d come up with the idea, you drew up the schematic, and you’d work on it together. You worked like a well oiled machine. Quality time with your brother was something you never passed up. 

--

Along with working in the lab and patching everyone up after fights, you also helped Killer cook often. You had made a list of everyone’s likes, dislikes, and allergies. Whenever someone joined, it was the first thing you asked them - along with medical questions that you needed to know as the ship’s doctor. 

You had created your own recipe book containing recipes that everyone would like. They were all labeled who’s favorite was what, who didn’t like what. It was like a cookbook with lots of notes written inside. In the beginning, you wrote in your own shorthand, but with all of Killer’s questions on what meant what, you realized that probably wasn’t the best idea.

Especially because you couldn’t always help out with cooking. Sometimes you would get caught up working on something in the lab or you were just patching people up. Though, sometimes your arm gave you such a hard time, you weren’t exactly much help. Again, you would feel awful when you felt useless.

“I’m sorry, Killi,” you mumbled, standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

“For what?” He turned to look at you, tilting his head to the side. He used more body language now that he wore his helmet just about all the time. 

“Not being able to help.” You frowned and you heard him chuckle. “You can still help. Come here.” You blinked, walking over to him.

“How about you read to me what’s in the cookbook - the steps. You can also measure some things out, no?” You stared at him for a moment before nodding. You supposed he was right. There were still things you could do. You just hated asking for help. After helping everyone else all your life, having it be the other way around was just…weird. 

With Killer’s help, you realized there was plenty you could do in the kitchen on the days where your arm was of no use. Just like when you worked with your brother, you worked with him well. It was another part of your ship life that you thoroughly enjoyed. 

The eye candy was also a plus in everything.

--

Along with cooking and building, you were teaching Heat and Wire how to make weapons. You had somewhat shown them back on your home island. They had always had an interest in it, but you never got around to teaching them. Now was as good of a time as any. 

“You know what would make this even easier?” Heat said, pulling metal out of the furnace. You blinked, looking at him. “Hm?”

“If I could breathe fire.” He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the word.

You snorted. “Breathe fire? I’m pretty sure the only way to do that is with a devil fruit. I’m afraid that Fire Fist kid has you beat.” Heat shrugged, seemingly unbothered.

“Or have someone who is good at science and inventing things.” 

You stopped, narrowing your eyes as you immediately caught on to what he was going on about.

“You want me to help you breathe fire?” 

Again, he nodded as if it was obvious. 

“That’s literally impossible.”

“Is it though?”

You just stared at him. You had no idea how you would even start to develop something that could help him breathe fire. Fire weapon? Yeah. No issue. But breathing it? Without the aid of a devil fruit? Imp-

“Too hard of a task? It’s okay to admit you can’t do it.”

Your eyes snapped in his direction. “Excuse me?”

“I said if it’s too hard, that’s okay.”

Heat smirked at you and you clicked your tongue. Dammit. He knew you too well. He knew you had a competitive side - just like your brother. “Fucking….” You let out a long sigh, running your fingers through your hair.

“You know what? Fucking okay. I’ll get you to breathe fire. Just you fucking watch me.”

Then you stormed out of the room and down to your lab.

--

You worked tirelessly day and night for a couple of weeks after that. You were determined to figure out how to make him breathe fire. There had to be a way, right? 

Eventually, you think you figured it out. You were running through the ship, bursting into the kitchen where Heat and Killer were. You had ran around trying to find him until Dive finally told you where he was located. 

The two boys looked up at you, surprised to see you. “You’re out.”

“I think I figured it out.” There was an unhinged look in your eye. You held out your hand, revealing what looked like a candy. 

“No shot,” Heat said, standing up and looking in your hand. “It’s not a permanent solution,” you said, dropping it into his hand.

“But it should give you temporary ability. It’s something I’ll have to work on to give you a long lasting effect.” 

He stared at you, clearly in disbelief.

“How long does it last?” Killer asked. You looked over to him. “About…six hours?”

You looked back to Heat, launching into how to use it. It was as easy as eating a candy, but you had to position your mouth just right to make it work so that he wasn’t just breathing fire whenever. 

Heat looked at the small thing in his hand. “It won’t explode will it?”

“I swear to fuck if you guys bring that up one more time-”

Your threats fell on deaf ears as everyone started laughing. 

A few hours later, you were back in your lab, working on something when your brother barrelled through the door. “Bigs, what the fuck!” You looked up, eyes wide.

“What I’d do?”

“How the hell did you give Heat the ability to fucking breathe fire?” Though, what he was asking and the facial expression he was having weren’t matching up to how you thought he’d react to such a thing. 

“He asked and I just did my job.” You shrugged.

“He set the deck on fire!” 

“That’s not my fault!”

“You gave him the ability to!”

“But I didn’t tell him to do that!” 

“Not to mention, that new toothpaste you gave Dive? The one to help her strengthen her teeth since she uses them to fight? Now she’s biting everything on the ship! There’s teeth marks everywhere!”

“That’s also not my fault!”

“It’s your invention!”

“Sounds like you need to control your crew better,” you said, folding your arms and glaring at him. Why the hell was he blaming you for mishaps? You were just trying to help. It wasn’t your fault people acted crazy with what you provided. 

He returned your glare. “Oh, you saying I’m a bad captain?” 

“If the shoe fits, asshole.”

However, you quickly ate your words as you saw the look on Eustass’ face. You immediately softened, unfolding your arms. It seemed like this was a soft subject that you had no idea about. “Tungsten…”

“No, no. You’re right.” He let out a harsh sigh, pinching the bridge of hsi nose. “If I can’t control my crew, I don’t deserve to be a captain.” He groaned. “I just fucking hate it when you’re right.”

You chuckled, patting his shoulder. “It ain’t easy bein’ captain. Which is why you love it. You’d be bored if it was an easy job. Besides, you picked spunky crewmates for this exact reason. Again, you’d be bored otherwise.”

Eustass laughed. “You’re not wrong. I would be so fucking bored if I had a crew that did everything I asked.” You laughed along with him.

“Now, get outta here and be a captain. Don’t be afraid to make them afraid, you know?” A smirk spread across your face and he responded with his own shiteating grin. “You’re right.” You knew he wouldn’t hurt them to make them afraid. He would never hurt his own, but he knew how to make people listen. It seemed like he just needed a little push. He had a natural talent for leading and you weren’t going to let him get discouraged.

Or maybe it was just because he was an ass. Living up to his name, honestly.

“Thanks, Bigs.”

“Anytime, tungsten.”

[khaleesiofalicante]

Writing Prompts

I met this person in Paris. Cliche, I know.

But our interaction was poetry. It was something else. Every word uttered between us felt like things two people say to each other in a movie.

I wanted to turn the interaction into a fanfic. But it felt wrong to do so.

I asked him if I could share snippets from our conversation and turn them into prompts for writers. He said responded with - "Go on, my love, let them write us a story."

So, here it is.

Are we talking about grapes or are we talking about grapes?

I don't know how to prove to you that I'm real.

People are assholes, but that's beside the point.

You say things that make me think you were made for me.

If you make a confession, does that mean I have to make one too?

God, I hate emotions. Who invented those things?

You make me laugh. I wish you knew how rare that is.

I usually don't believe in luck. But tonight, I just might.

Your use of commas is turning me the fuck on.

You are cute. I will kill you. Oof, you just got cuter.

Stop saying shit like 'I can cook well'. Have some decency for fuck's sake.

Maybe I'll go to the vineyard with someone else then.

You want to hold my hand! I never said that! You were thinking it! You have no proof!

Stop looking at my eyes when I'm talking to you.

You have beautiful fingers. No one has ever told me that. Fuck these people!

I tried to kiss my best friend. That bitch.

I feel like you are still distracted by my eyes.

I don't speak French. Oh, thank fuck, me neither.

[stxrmylxve]

Ran (p2 of 2)

If you don’t remember… :

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

So basically I saw an alphabet thing where people did every letter for something regarding a character? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where I got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Aftercare This poor man. He switches from ruthless to being the most worrisome man in the world. You might doze off, but you will wake up to food and water and be wrapped up in a blanket while he lies cold behind you.

B - Bff Similar to how he is as a bf, I think he would worry 24/7. He knew you were a little oblivious at times and couldn't help but hope no one bothered you while he was away from you.

C - Cum (legit so awkward to write this cause its interesting to describe lol) He has a bit of a shitty diet so this reflects that lol. It's more clear than anything else and sticks to legit everything. Still enjoyable to take in LOL

D - Domestic (settling down) If you were ready, he would be too. He likes to cook, especially with you, and wouldn't mind taking on the house-husband role outside of work.

E - Experience Might seem like big shit but is probably truly learning with you, prove me wrong. He might have a club, see ladies, and get bitches all the time, but sex? No clue.

F - Favorite Position Cowgirl's helper is a yes along with leapfrog. I think just anything to where he could see your body react to him would be fine. These are only 2 out of many though.

G - Gentleness SO GENTLE. GENTLEMAN. If you have a headache and you're into brushing your hair to relieve stress, you bet he is going to do it for you. Have stuff in your hands? He's taking them and walking in the door, he doesn't care if it's heavy, he's taking them.

H - Hugs? It might weird him out at first, but if you do it enough, he will ask for them every day almost.

I - Intimacy Not romantic enough to have music playing or anything, but he might light your favorite candle and take a bath with you...

J - Jealousy If it's in one of his places, and he owns a lot, he will get mad and fire any employee that looks you up and down.

K - Kiss No brainer, sucker for kisses. And if you pull his hair slightly? He's gone, buckling, like legit crumbles.

L - Location (to do it) Private places like the bedroom, not into others watching in public if he doesn't know them. Ultimately your choice tbh.

M - Mornings (with them) You can't tell me he isn't the one man we wish to wake up to. Messy bedhead hair, raspy voice, does the stomach scratch thing that reveals the slightest below the belt... AH

N - No’s (turnoffs) When a person doesn't care for themselves and/or their s/o bugs Ran sm. Also just not being a good person. Like sure, he smokes some, yeah, but he's not rude to people or bothered if someone tries to make small talk if they haven't done anything?

O - Oral (giving, receive) Opposite of Hanma, better with the mouth than with the fingers. Legit almost chokes on air if you give it to him.

P - Patience Surprisingly patient. Wants shit done but can wait if it's necessary.

Q - Quickies Perfectly fine with them. Although it's normally just a name since he likes to take his time and it turns into an hour in the bathroom instead of a few minutes.

R - Risks He's risky all the time. Like mentioned above, a little clueless when it comes to the deed so you might need to explain the quote 'risk' before he goes at it.

S - Security Cares about you SO MUCH. Ran >>>> bodyguard

T - Toys? He has them. They're still in the packaging.

U - Ugly Habits He has a bad habit of forgetting things. Important things. It could be a simple meeting, or it could be a bigger thing like forgetting to eat.

V - Volume Loud af. Doesn't really care if someone hears, but you're equally as vocal so... guttural moans every time with praises.

W - Would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He would beat himself up, even if it wasn't his fault you left him. If he left you, it would only ever be because it was for your safety.

X - X-ray Girthy and 5-6 inches. Cute little mushroom top :)

Y - Yearning Depends. If he has been tired for the past week due to work, begs you for a taste. Ordinarily, honestly could care less if it's not important to you either. If you ask, ofc he will. But won't outright be desperate like when he is tired.

Z - Zzz Sleep for so long. IDK WHY HE IS SO TIRED??? Maybe it's just a bad sleeping habit that became a habit, he will sleep in most days and be late to work.

[fraener]

9/19/24

i feel heavy in bed this morning. i can hear the varied thrushes and their magic music somewhere in the abandoned lot eating berries. i spent the day in tears yesterday. h came over the night before and cried because it was the first time he decided to listen to me when i said i wasnt primarily interested in bottoming(and he felt entitled to topping me). i held myself together during the conversation but it all came crashing down the next day, of course, when i actually let myself close to what he had been saying. i made the mistake of letting him know i was feeling really sad about the whole thing and told him i didnt want to see him and he called me minutes before i had to go to work to yell at me for being upset because i was "using what he had said in his vulnerable moment against him" and how manipulative it was for me to be upset after the fact rather than telling him how i felt in the moment because it meant i was punishing him. i shouldnt have picked up the phone, i guess i thought there was a chance he wouldnt yell at me for whatever reason. s called me on his lunch break and told me the whole thing wasnt about any of that stuff, not really, it was about the fact that h fundamentally cannot see me or accept me for who i am and that was the real discrepancy in the relationship. i dont know why i keep trying h in the kitchen, he doesnt belong there. someone who i have to hold carefully during an emotional display who cant handle any emotional display im having without getting extremely reactive doesnt belong close to me. im so tired. i am tired on a level beyond what ive felt for a long time. i am tired of finding these people and falling in love and having them treat me like shit and not even be able to recognize that what theyre doing is fucked up and wrong. the most disappointing thing is that i feel like i keep giving them the road map to stop being assholes and then they only follow it with the next person they love (which is, always will inevitably be, a woman). talked to si too yesterday, he is ofc patient and loving and steady with his gf of the last two or so years. hes afraid of introducing us. i wish it was all easier. i wish people werent ashamed of me as parts of their pasts. what do you do with the frustration that happens when the people you love let others control their lives and relationships? how is anyone ok with their partners telling them they arent allowed to be friends with their exes? and what the hell has dating come to, where now its a race to make sure you can pretend someone goes in the kitchen years before they would ever be able to prove that they could or were worthy of doing so? if it doesnt go that way people say "this isnt progressing fast enough clearly we arent going anywhere" and give up. really pondering the nature of immediacy, impatience and scarcity. what if i want to slow down?

im going to try and do some nice things for myself today. i think im going to take a bath, try and cook something good for my meals, maybe go and pick quince if theyre ready, maybe put some things up in the loft. ofc the late submission of my acd is screwing my transcript(of no fault of my own) but hopefully the registrar will see how none of that is my fault and take pity on me. a terrible end to a terrible wonderful chapter. i miss feeling excited about something.

[luesmainblog]

1000x i wish THIS experience on newly discovered systems rather than the one that I had. while i'd had two headmates since a very young age, i'd been keeping myself comfortable by just saying they were imaginary friends or ocs. so when i started to realize what was actually happening, the dam broke so to speak, and i was suddenly flooded with a mountain of evidence that i was "insane". and THAT framing of it - the idea that there is something WRONG with being plural, that it is shameful and awful and nothing to celebrate - put me in a mental position where my new headmates, some of whom were still getting used to existing, had to try and keep me calm and tow the line between proving they're real to me but trying to reassure me that i wasn't crazy. this all happened DESPITE having grown up with decently positive system rep. DESPITE having such a close relationship with my existing two before. i actively relied on my childhood headmate to reassure me that the others were actually there, because i couldn't for the life of me tell if i was making it up.

and for YEARS after this, whenever a new one would show up - whether they were freshly formed or had been here for ages and just didn't say anything - i had full-blown panic attacks. i was AFRAID of being the Fake Huge System With Too Many Popular Characters, given how many of them are introjects.

and yknow what?? it sucked!!!! it sucked for ME, it sucked for THEM, it sucked for my partners, it was not a healthy response to how my brain functions and keeps itself ALIVE.

and MAYBE if i hadn't had SO MANY PEOPLE gatekeeping systemhood, we could have skipped some of that. maybe if i didn't have to worry about both what singlet society would think of me AND what fellow systems would have to say, i would have accepted my family a lot sooner.

romanticize the fuck out of it. i'm tired of all our rep being upsetti spaghetti horror shit or "fixing" us at the end and i'm heartbroken for my past self and everyone else who's had a late bloom period define by anxiety and feeling like your grasp on reality is falling apart.

and you know what??? it IS fun!! it IS cool!! it's GREAT that i am never alone! that no matter what happens in my life, i have people who CAN'T abandon me! that if i'm too tired, i have a herd of people who can step in and do it FOR me! that i've had so many new reasons to learn about the world, for my headmates' sake! that if i'm feeling completely unintelligible, i have someone in my brain who gets it because We're In The Same Hardware! that i can be all by myself and still cook with someone, still watch movies with someone, still have dumb idle conversations to fill the time!

it doesn't matter what kind of struggles we come across along the way because we live like this. it's good that we are the way we are. it's good that i'm not alone anymore.

"Stop romanticizing DID/OSDD and treating it like it's cool or fun!"

Actually how about no.

So something we've been thinking about lately was our syscovery. We speedran communication and acceptance. The first two headmates we knew about went from "What if we're a system?" to making out on the headspace couch in like, 2 days. Doubt died in like, 2 weeks to a month later. We discovered everyone already in the system after maybe 6 months? Maybe less, maybe more (hehe memory issues). Every therapist we've talked to about our system (okay so 3) has commented positively on our communication and system goals.

This isn't a brag (although we are pretty proud of this). No it's something we've on and off been examining to figure out why. Were we lucky? Are our barriers weaker? Did we make it all up and give ourselves DID?

What we keep coming back to is that opening line. We did romanticize it. We did treat it like it was fun and cool. We came at it with excitement and enthusiasm and curiosity. Faye abandoned all claim that the body and life were hers alone, embracing the weirdness and opportunity of being plural. She welcomed the idea of sharing it and having headmate friends. All of those things that "diminish, belittle, and trivialize" people who "really" have a disorder.

And the funny thing is, we don't deny this disorder at all. It's not all sunshine and rainbows. It never was. There's internal abuse. There's memory issues. There's trauma. There's fucked up shit.

But we think we got a head start on all of this work by thinking it's cool! We eagerly listened for our headmates' voices. We reveled in switching. We built headspace for fun and only found "real" uses for it months or more later.

So idk, maybe no, treating it as cool and fun isn't harmful. Maybe it's something that can help. Maybe some system out there can build some trust and safety internally with this approach.

[the-mothmaam]

The line between interdependence and codependency begins and ends

So I realized this morning that the common thing connecting all these abandonment situations is that I've relied on all these people in my life to help support me when I'm not at 100%. It's not their fault that I'm feeling like crap, and I think I might take it out on them. I wouldn't want to be around for that either. But what doesn't make sense is that all these people were supposedly my friends. Glynn, Cody, Eto, Dennis, Jessica. If they were really my friends why wouldn't they try to hold a mirror up to my actions if I was being so codependent? I mean, I guess in a way Jessica did on her way out, but the word "codependent never got brought up until it was too late. I didn't even know what codependency was before that. Ignorance ain't an excuse, I know. What you don't know can still kill you. So I guess it's good I'm putting the psych work in to identify where I still have room to grow.

But Jessica just floated through our life together, using me to finance and soothe her problems. How is that ANY different? Maybe that's art of why she left, so that she could prove to herself that she didn't need me for those things.

Where does the line between interdependence and codependency begin and end? Having humility and asking for help is supposed to be a virtue. But making my problems someone else's is obviously not a responsible thing to do, nor is it healthy. I just wish Jessica had sat me down and said, "You've got some shit you need to process, because you're taking it out on me and I'm not going to tolerate it any more. Go do what you need to process it, then come back."

She took sabbaticals, for work, for family, for herself. But any time I mentioned wanting to do something for myself she locked me down, told me I was being needy and why se couldn't facilitate helping me in those situations. And the reasons were selfish, she had FOMO of some of the things that I wanted to get out and do. This was all well before polyamory entered the picture. I had a regimented schedule I had to perform and if I didn't she got frustrated and angry at me for doing things wrong. "Dinner's not cooked right or on time," or "I want to watch that show or movie with you," or "Why are the dogs in their kennel?" Because I'm overwhelmed Jessica. Because I told you I had limited bandwidth before we got more pets and now that you aren't home to help take care of them I am over my emotional limit in dealing with them.

The least she could have done in the divorce was agree for shared custody. The pets were never a high priority for her. At best they were a cute after thought. All these anchors to responsibility prevented me from ever having time for myself to do the things I wanted. I was allowed to search for self growth.

Why couldn't she give me that? Was it really too much to ask?

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🦥 - September 2023 - Scorpio

Singles:

Overall energy: The Chariot

How you will meet: Queen of Swords rev

How they will treat you: Justice

Long-term Potential: 5 Wands

Oracle:

Hammer 🔨

- Sabotage & rebuild

- Persistent

- Working on it

- Repairing

The Butterfly 🦋

- Evolving & growth

- Next phase

- Healing inner child

- Releasing the past

Whew Scorpio, this is scathing. It’s like the cards hiss at me when I touch them, you are simply out to prove “fk YOU” to your ex person, period. I get some sort of travel, movement, goal, vacation perhaps, something where you’re spending money, and I get there being a lover around you too. Maybe they’re the whole reason you’re going, or you’re only with this person to piss your ex off, that is the motivation here - 10 Swords. You want to hurt them. Queen of Swords rev is definitely the ex, not the lover, which shows they’re the ones deeply in your energy and affecting you, not this third person. Petty petty.

They are fifty shades of pissed OFF at this “sudden” Emperor status you’re flexing, taking control of your situation and making decisions without them. Money is a big thing here too, because they see you as greedy, stingy, withholding and now you’re rushing into some adventure of passion, fun, maybe traveling somewhere amazing, with a whole attitude of “it’s over and fk you”. Well…you’ll win for a minute. How they then treat you is Justice, regarding the family, the home, anything you’ve built together is done with. This can be filing divorce papers, or throwing your shit on the street. Changing the locks. I don’t get them being super dramatic or crazy tbh, but they will act very quickly and get rid of you and everything of yours. Overnight, you don’t exist. Maybe even move someone else into their home? Long term, if you speak at all, you will always argue over “the lover” and the sneakiness, lying, cheating, or strategic thinking, planning, and actions that nailed the coffin shut. Curious about the Lover…do they even matter or…😂 Messages indicate no. I think you may have dug a hole too deep with this one. Nailed the coffin shut is all I get from them.

Messages -

Their side:

- Excellent cook 🍲

- I won’t go backwards, only forwards.

Your side:

- I’m SORRY

- You are the YIN to my YANG ☯️

Signs you may be dealing with:

Libra, Aries, Aquarius & Capricorn

Couples:

Overall energy: 4 Wands

Current: 8 Cups

Challenge: The Devil rev & The World

How they feel about you: 6 Cups & The Hierophant

How you feel about them: Page of Swords & 10 Wands

Outcome: Page of Pentacles

Wow. For the oracles, this is definitely your person, and it’s looking like you messed up and want to fix it, because you know they’re your person. Some could be already married or living together. The whole month seems to revolve around a break-up, separation, or some kind of chaos within the relationship. The Tower clarifies 4 Wands, so this can be a jolting and shocking experience. It doesn’t have to necessarily be your* fault, for many it is, in some cases there is a shocking event within the home (maybe literally), that’s no one’s fault, and you’re the one trying to fix it, because your partner is upset.

There are messages or actions of leaving this behind, for many it’s a break-up or separation, for others it can be issues with THE actual home. Hopefully not a fire but I’m seeing fire and hearing fire and wish that on absolutely no one 💯 This can represent natural disasters, sudden events, or things out of your control. An eviction due to issues with the building itself. I hope not, I’m sending you lots of love & positive energy surrounding the home when I’m done with this reading. Does that work IDK but I try, same as prayer. For others though, there may be some shady messages/actions being discovered, passion is an issue with your person, some kind of flirty connection has caused an ending here, there is heavy upset, worry, and stress about this, and that is The Tower.

How they feel is very nostalgic about the commitment between you, if you’re married then they’re reminiscing over the actual wedding, the life you’ve had, who they thought you were…this person is very old fashioned, and they saw you as IT, the one. Oracles shows you are, they’re not wrong, you just fkd up. For most, not all. I’m not sure how badly though, they feel absolutely betrayed, 10 Swords, and this Ace of Wands connected is either a passionate exchange, anger issues on your end, they’re just really pissed at you, or the situation in the case of some disaster. It fills them with nostalgia, so having to leave a home is quite possible here, you, them, or both of you, and 10 Swords shows they feel this isn’t their choice, they feel betrayed.

The challenge is overcoming toxicity, letting it go for good, and rising above these challenges before you to have a successful outcome. Could be cheating, flirting, toxic something or other, the situation itself. You want to move on WITH this person, and are keeping quiet much of the time because you’re/they’re either needing to heal, or they just won’t talk to you. That’s a heavy burden on your shoulders, you could still be watching them and keeping tabs, possibly learning all you can on the internet on “how to fix this disaster”, with Page of Swords. They’re in remembering, you’re in fixing mode, and you’re holding back and giving them space until you have the answers (or they let you back in, answer the phone, etc.)

The outcome is an apology, a gift of some kind, and a new start for your 10 Cups, could be a whole family here. You could propose? Not sure if that’s the best move after a disaster. But that depends on your person. If this is a marriage already, offering to renew your vows could be something you’re considering. You’re feeling left out in the cold and abandoned, and you don’t want to lose this person, it’s like you’re offering to do anything. For those with a house in trouble, you’re signing documents to do with maybe a new house, apartment, a temporary set up to avoid poverty and being kicked out. Money and contracts are involved in some way, as well as an apology if you messed up, you really want to fix this relationship, it means a lot to you. Oracles confirm it for you both, wishing you the best of luck 💚

Now off to send lots of love, healing and protection for your home. When I see disaster it freaks me out, like I’m NOT manifesting that shit for anyone 😳 Maybe that’s me, but us believers can be pretty superstitious and weird with these things, so I’m saying nooo, no. I want you all with positive intentions & love, to always win. And be happy.

Messages -

Their side:

- Old Time Romance 🌹

- Not Ready …yet

Your side:

- Physically fit

- I am ENTRANCED by you 😵‍💫

Oracles -

Soul Mates 🫂

- Soul connection

- Partnership

- Soul contract

- Life partner

Engagement Ring 💍

- Higher commitment

- Eternity

- Partnership & union

- Completion

Signs you may be dealing with:

Aries, Capricorn, Scorpio, Gemini, Taurus, Sagittarius, Leo & Pisces

[chibitantei]

jesterofinaba​:

Tohru stands on his tiptoes when Naoto-senpai picks up one of the framed photographs he was looking at, trying to figure out what was significant about it. Her dad did seem nice, all things considered. There’s a small tug at his brain when he looks at the pictures of him, like he should know him from somewhere, but Tohru can’t imagine where. Maybe he saw him before he fell asleep on the train?

He does follow behind the teenager like a duckling follows its mother, and when she asks him to gather ingredients, he nods and gets them, content with feeling helpful. He grabs the three packages and clumsily sets them on the counter. After a second of contemplation, he pushes them so they’re closer to the salmon and rice, like she asked.

“Your dad adopted you?” It’s a little late to be asking this question, but it’s still fresh on Tohru’s mind. “I’ve never met someone adopted before.”

He wondered if it was any different, besides having to get used to an entire new parent. At least Naoto-senpai only had to get used to just one. Tohru had to admit that there were quite a few times where he wished he had a different set of parents, but he feels like it’d be rude to say so.

And as much as Naoto-senpai teased him, he didn’t want to be too disrespectful. After all, she was the one babysitting him, and he wouldn’t admit it, but she was the closest thing he’d had to a friend.

Away from the stove and ingredients, Tohru hops several times, balancing on the counter on his hands, to give himself something to do and to have a higher vantage point to watch Naoto-senpai cook.

“You’re in high school, right? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna go to Todai like your dad if you pass all the tests?”

Naoto takes the tin of genmaicha from the top cabinet and leaves it with the rest of the ingredients. All of them are gathered, so it’s time to actually start the preparation. The first thing she does is set the oven to warm up the leftover salmon. It already being cooked means the temperature can’t be too high unless they want something burnt. She covers a tray with foil and places the leftovers on top.

While waiting for the oven to reach the designated temperature, Naoto takes the bubu arare and pours it into a small bowl. Under normal circumstances, she could answer Dachi’s question without trepidation—she’s not thirteen and insecure anymore—but this is with, well, Dachi. Still, he did ask and she’s got enough of a brain to refrain from blabbing about stupid ass shit that would cause a wormhole to open in the kitchen.

“After my parents died, I was left at an orphanage because nobody could or wanted to take care of me. I thought I’d spend the rest of my adolescence in there, but Dad basically rescued me from a fate worse than death. If he hadn’t come, I know I wouldn’t be here talking to you, Dachi.”

The oven beeps, signaling that it’s ready, and Naoto springs into action, placing the tray into the oven. Now to let it sit while she prepares the tea and answers more questions. “I am, and as you expect, they’re really pushing everyone to figure out what they want to do once high school’s over. As for me, I want to be a detective.” Police or private is still up in the air. “And to do that, getting into Todai is a must.”

Ever since she was a kid, that had been a goal. The thought that even a poor, abandoned kid like her could attend such a prestigious university and prove she wasn’t worthless kept her up with excitement. For a few months before she accepted her reality then wouldn’t allow such a thing.

“I always wanted to go, but learning that Dad attended motivated me even more. Not to mention, he’s probably going to be excited to tell me his secret spots or give me advice on how to ace some rickety professor’s exams. And the best part if I get in? He’ll cry a waterfall and I’ll have another opportunity to embarrass him.”

The water comes to a boil and Naoto pours it into the teapot. More waiting.

“I’ll need to chop the scallions next, so could you watch the oven for me? Just turn the little light switch on to check inside and let me know if it looks ready. It’s the most important ingredient, after all.”​