The endless loop of the landlord
Us (meaning me and my two flatmates): Hey so, the conditions in the flat are horrible, the walls have bugs and rats crawling around at night, there's persistent mould no matter how much we air out the place or run the dehumidifier, the carpet is constantly damp in the morning, it's freezing during winter time because the layout of the place makes it impossible for the fixed to the wall heater/dehumidifier to heat up anything outside of the room it's in, there's dry rot in the floor boards and walls, we can't open the windows any more than a crack when we're not here during the day cause the safety latch only allows a tiny little crack to be opened that's not nearly wide enough to allow for proper airflow, this place seriously needs renovation and fixing so we are breaking lease early and moving out.
Landlord: Okay but you signed a clause in your lease that you would provide a new tenant(s) as replacements to move in if you broke lease early, otherwise you'll still have to pay rent here.
Us: .....bruh, no one WANTS to take this place, it's literally rotting, it's not a safe place to live! We can't find a replacement because it's not something that can even house a replacement!
Landlord: well then you just have to stay until your lease is up.
Us: we literally cannot, our health has rapidly deteriorated, if you want us to stay until the lease is up you need to address the mould issue.
Landlord: you should be leaving the windows open the run the dehumidifier.
Us: NO, that's what we've been doing, it's not a solution! The problem is the building is literally falling apart from lack of moisture barriers under the floors, you have insect and mice infestations, there's hardly any windows and the windows that exist can't be safely left open all the way during the day when none of us are here cause of work and school because of the high burglary rate. You need to replace the windows so they lock open more than two centimeters, you need to install moisture barriers under the floor boards, you need to replace the dry rot affected areas, you need to put a dehumidfier on opposite ends of the flat so they actually get airflow and dry out that area, you need to replace the mouldy carpet and rotting curtains instead of just telling us to spray it down with bleach and call it a day! Otherwise we are leaving!
Landlord: I can't do that with people living in the flat, we would have to work around your schedules.
Us: Then let us leave!
Landlord: No, you need to find a replacement tenant.
Us: That is literally impossible and we are not going to lie and con someone into taking this piece of shit from us! Fix the damn flat or we're leaving!
Landlord: (comes to visit) I fail to see where any of the issues are. (completely ignores the literal damages everywhere)
Yeah, so, that's what's happening right now. Fuck landlords.
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Like I know we all love making ADHD seem cool but like, don't forget it's actually a disability? My ADHD is bad enough I've nearly been evicted for forgetting to mail the rent check to the property manager, I've forgotten to pay the utility bills and had my water or power get turned off or had to pay fines bcs I missed a credit card payment. Once I was supposed to cat sit for a friend and I lost the house key she gave me but didn't realize until she was already out of town, and she had to call the apartment office to get someone to give me the spare so her cats would have food for the week. When I'm unmedicated I can't even get myself to shower half the time, forget eating or cleaning. Before I started living with my fiance I'd just like, not eat for days because I didn't have anyone to remind me to eat or go buy me food. I've forgotten to turn the stove off so many times and ruined kettles and tbh been DAMN fucking lucky the house didn't burn down. I've done stupid, impulsive shit that's nearly gotten me KILLED. I can't remember to close the shower curtain reliably even through my fiance points out every single time I forget, and he's almost out of soap rn bcs for the last MONTH neither of us have been able to remember to order more once we get out of the shower.
I've had such bad memory my entire life that to this day someone suggesting I forgot something because I simply didn't care enough is a legitimate trigger that, in the worst cases, makes me have a breakdown.
I get that for some of you this is just something that makes studying hard or you forget to take a pee break when you're playing Minecraft or whatever, that's still a valid struggle and you do deserve help and understanding, but like, ADHD is a disability. It's disabling. It's not impossible to improve and learn coping skills, meds help a lot, there are great accommodations out there(LIKE CLEANING SERVICES), but not every case of ADHD is the same, and a lot of them are pretty ugly ngl, and just because you managed to do something doesn't mean someone else is gonna be able to manage it too, or that they're being lazy for struggling. And that obviously doesn't mean ADHD people have a free pass to never work on themselves and make everyone cater to their every need or whatever, but we do deserve some understanding when we explain that our disability is actually disabling in ways that aren't palatable to you. So like, idk, maybe don't immediately recoil in horror when you find out that someone with ADHD can't keep their house clean. And for fucks sake don't ridicule them for it.
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Pucker Up, Buttercup
"Ugh, this is so humiliating," Sukuna remarked, as you continued to do various stupid and silly poses for the camera.
Click!
You nudged him with your elbow, "C'mon, old man. Lighten up! It's a photo booth, now smile for the camera!" You used both of your index fingers to force Sukuna's lips into a smile — it ended up just making him look more menacing, as his canines stuck out.
Click!
For this next one, you moved impossibly closer to Sukuna. You gripped his jaw in your palm and pressed your lips on his cheek. Sukuna immediately flushed, and fortunately for you, the camera caught that.
Click!
Swiftly, you pulled away. "Last one, 'Kuna. Make this worthwhile and actually pose," you couldn't deny the fact you were annoyed by Sukuna's behavior right now. This photo booth did not charge nicely and Sukuna wasn't even bothering to pose or even smile.
You prepared to just flash a simple smile at the camera, but Sukuna had other plans in mind. He grabbed your face — a little roughly, but it's Sukuna, so what do you expect — and captured your lips in his, taking your breath away. For a moment, you remained stunned, before melting into the kiss. Your lashes fluttered just as the camera shuttered once more.
Click!
Sukuna tasted of the cherry flavored snow-cone he had had before entering the photo booth with you. His hand met the back of your neck and tangled itself in your hair.
The both of you remained like that, even after the last picture was taken. Neither of you moved away, until a worker had to stick their head in the booth and kick you guys out. You blushed sheepishly; but Sukuna just shrugged, pushing aside the curtain and heading out. You followed suit.
Sukuna collected the photos from the worker before you exited after him, and stuffed them in his hoodie pocket. The wind was strong outside. Consequently, you brushed a strand of hair away from your face.
Sukuna stood with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, mindlessly kicking rocks and pebbles, before he looked up and met your gaze.
"The fair's closing in a few minutes. We should get going."
"Right," you agreed. So was he just going to act like nothing ever happened in that booth?
As you two walked on the cement, the silence grew loud. So loud. . . Until Sukuna couldn't take it any longer, "I told you wearing that outfit wouldn't do you any good. Look at you, your whole body's shaking."
"Hmph, well — at least I look fabulous. A jacket would just ruin the look, y'know?"
"No, I don't know, actually." Sukuna pulled his sweater over his head and helped you put it on.
When you finally stopped shivering, you attached yourself to Sukuna's arm. What the hell? How was he still warm after he gave you his jacket?
"What's wrong with your body?" You laughed.
Sukuna rolled his eyes.
"Anyways," he started, out of the blue, "someone needs to teach you how to kiss, you're terrible. But — don't worry, I'll help you learn. Every single day."
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"Oh my God!" You swatted at his chest, "You're actually insufferable." Sukuna's booming laughter reverberated.
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morning sex w satoru + sugu (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) cw boys kissing
light peeks through the cracks of the curtains, painting both your skins with gentle streaks of golden yellow.
your boyfriend’s head hovers in the crook of your shoulder, short soft strands of his hair tickling your face and neck;
his thrusts are sloppy, yet deep, brushing over every little crevice of your sweet cunt. a thin layer of slick covers you and himself, low noises of ‘pap pap pap’ that can be heard every time you feel him slide in and out of you.
“satoru.. feels s’good..” you whimper out with a wanton moan, eyes fluttering shut with a weak grasp on his bicep.
he hovers over you, not allowing you to see over his huge body.
“know it does, baby. sweet cunt was made to take me, hm?” his voice rasps next to the shell of your ear; it tickles.
lost in your pleasure, you seem to miss the small noise; a ‘click!’ that comes from opening the front door to your shared home. but even with the sweet moans that spill from your mouth, and the soft creaks of your moving mattress, he seems to hear..
he slows his pace, causing you to elicit a whine with a small scowl,
“huh? wh-what did i do..? why’d you st-stop..?”
“no princess,” he chuckles, “it isn’t you. suguru’s here.”
“w-what? i didn’t hear anything.. s’okay ‘toru.. jus’ keep going.. please.?”
before he can argue back, a creak comes from your doorknob, evident enough to have you both turning your heads to the door,
“mornin’,”
your boyfriend’s best friend stands leniently against the doorframe, left hand holding 2 small bags of a type of pastry. you lay back down below your boyfriend, tugging the thick blanket over your body and over your head in a panic,
“suguru.. what are you doin’ here?” satoru asks, a question with almost no intent of asking him to leave. “brought you two lovebirds some sweets and coffee, but looks like you guys had other plans..”
the room silences, and you pull down the sheets in hopes that suguru has left, fully expecting to re face your boyfriend;
“hey darlin’,” suguru greets above you.
your face has never reddened faster, hands desperately searching for a grip on the blanket before pulling it over your face again; but this time it’s stopped by a big, warm hand.
“don’t be shy.. your boyfriend’s right here, what’s there to be so scared of, hm?” he taunts, a small smile at the way your face flushes in embarrassment, turning your head to shoot another mean scowl at your teasing boyfriend.
“i-i.. s-sorry suguru.. t-this is probably w-weird.. m-m sorry..”
you can’t look him in the eyes, but you feel your body getting warmer whilst being the main attraction of the 2 men above you.
“nothing’s weird, don’t you think?” he teases again, a small pout at your boyfriend’s giggle.
“anyways, i gotta be on my way. let me give you a kiss goodbye, yeah?”
you look at your boyfriend in a panic, eyes pacing back and forth, looking for anything on his face that hints for what you should say.
gojo can’t help but smile at your fawn-like innocence and worried eyes much like a deer in headlights , waiting for you to take initiative.
“n-no.. do-don’t wanna. satoru would never want me to do that.. ‘nd i don’t wanna.” you whimper, hiding in the chest of your boyfriend.
now suguru pouts, an almost comical sight to satoru. he lets out a small chuckle,
“it’s okay princess. give suguru a kiss.”
you look at your boyfriend with a questionable stare, silently questioning the strange approval. his eyes sparkle of nothing but love for you, not a single bit of faux intention, nor jealously.
his best friend wastes no time pressing his soft lips onto yours, eyes agape before slowly melting into the palm of his hand. your boyfriend brings a hand to stroke the soft of your cheek, whispers of ‘good girl,’ as you lose yourself in his best friends mouth.
suguru pulls away with a ‘pop!’ wiping his spit covered mouth with the back of his hand with a laugh,
“desperate little girl.”
satoru only laughs at the comment, turning his head to meet suguru’s, in which they press their lips against each other as well; swapping spit between all three of you guys.
“h-hey.. th-that’s my boyfriend..” you whimper, attempting to claim your boyfriend back. suguru only chuckles before pulling away,
“sorryyy princess, you can have him back.” he says, having you pull him back quickly with a huff, hiding your body against his as you shoot geto a mean glare.
“hey.. ‘s okay if you do it, but not me?” gojo teases, a light flush coming across your face.
geto laughs again, turning himself toward the door, “alright, i’m really off now.” he raises a hand, signaling a goodbye before pulling the door closed with a slight crack,
“and hey, you two need to shut up.. neighbors are complaining to me again.”
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