#some hospitals wont even deal with you

[soaringthoughts]

:: A MISFORTUNE'S VESSEL. ( chapter 1 )

lowercase intended. CONTENT WARNING: depressing topics, implied deaths. PAIRINGS: aqua hoshino x reader A/N: MINOR changes on the plot in order to squeeze the reader in and make the plot make sense, such as: reader is the daughter of Miyako and Ichigo Saitou. this is the only change I made in the plot so it doesn’t affect the main stream of Oshi No Ko that much. POV is second person pov. reader is AFAB. english is not my first language so expect some grammar errors. usage of [name] instead of Y/N. reader is addressed by name instead of pronouns.

story starts with the reader already knowing Aqua from his past life (Goro Amamiya) and will only focus on that for the meanwhile, next chapter will be Aqua.

my first fanfic! open for criticisms. word count: 3,079 words

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a disappointment. that's what you're always labeled as. you've already reached the age range wherein you're finally capable of getting hired in a job, but of course, you can't get yourself one. didn't finish college either, makes you wonder how vast your parents' patience must be to let you keep living under their roof despite not returning the favor of their great care by accomplishing something. and just as if the world was opposing you, you got caught in a car crash on your way home from a job interview.

perhaps you are binded by fate to just stare at the solid concrete ceiling of your hospital room.

………….

“my [name]..” the guttural whines of worry from your mother will live rent-free on your head. it was the hint of concern and worry in your parents' words that's evident in their voice, but it was only the glint of dismay in their half-lidded eyes that you saw.

you absolutely see no point in living now. you've always been a disappointment for your family the whole time, and now, you even made things worse by practically forcing them to charge for your hospital fees.

dealing with both fatal, incapacitating injuries, and heart failure was a rough circumstance for you, and it only doubles the fees that your parents need to charge.

your mind was all stirred from all these heavy thoughts as the guilt continued to consume you, perhaps the world got stuck in an endless time loop to maintain your suffering on purpose.

“I won't be surprised if your body stays frozen like that for hours.” it's almost as if a shrieking noise snapped you out from your thoughts the moment you heard your doctor spoke. you remained silent however, not the slightest bit of word slipping out of your mouth. this doctor was getting on your nerves lately. you were never a fan of small talks nor a conversation itself. you always thought that drowning in your thoughts while getting lost in your own little world as your eyes are solely focused on the scenery across the window was better.

“Do I have something to say?” your remark was thrown off in a sarcastic manner as your gaze was still fixated on the window, which only raised a hint of concern on his face further. but his expression remained neutral.

“You've been staring at the window for an hour. It wont hurt to initiate a conversation from time to time.” he let out a ragged exhale. was he also getting tired of you? of course. he's been guarding you in your room for hours after all, you still don't know why but perhaps it's to keep you company and to have someone present in case there's something wrong with your injury.

“…” it was the pause of silence that's somehow clear and tranquil within the walls of the room. he was right. you are worn out by the boredom, too, so maybe, just maybe, you'll get some source of entertainment if you finally speak. “Doc, have you ever felt like the whole world is against you?” maybe his eyebrows raised in amusement. maybe it was because he found you weird. but it's either of the latter.

“..The world has to be unfair to everyone in some aspects. It's not just us who experience it.” you aren't sure whether it was the answer you were looking for, but his response intrigued you. he isn't so bad for an 'old' doctor after all, you thought. "And if you please, just call me Goro." he followed up after.

“Wouldn't that be unprofessional?” you immediately detached your eyes off of the window to dart it at his for a moment, and the first thing that you saw was the startled and surprised expression written all over his face. “Are you serious all the time?” he shot back in a questioning manner. although it might sound a little offending, to you at the least, you only let out a slight laugh at his remark. “I thought we're supposed to be professional with doctors. It would sound off to refer to you as a mere friend.” you asked back again with that slight smile now evident on your face.

“Well, that's for other doctors, I suppose.” Goro responded with a shrug. you hummed at the answer, maybe he prefers to be casual unlike the others. that would indeed open up a path for you two to get along. "I'm-" just as you were about to say your name in return, he interrupted you. “[Name]. I already know from your documents, so no bother.” I can't tell whether he is bragging about that or.. you thought to yourself as you felt your eye slightly twitch at his straightforwardness.

“So, [Name]. What do you think of the entertainment industry?”

“Why'd you ask?”

“Just a question, really. I have this patient of mine that's obsessed with a certain idol.”

“Ai Hoshino?” Goro's eyebrows raised at your sudden response. it's almost as if he wasn't expecting it, but deep down, he knows that Ai is way too popular to not be known by everyone.

“Don't tell me you're obsessed with her too?”

“Not obsessed. I just admire her.”

“As for the entertainment industry, I know for sure that the way they operate behind the scenes is a mess. I'm not even an idol nor an actor myself but I can tell that the impression they display in public is fake.” Goro seemed to be fascinated by your words, his face obviously plastered with a look of both amusement and interest as he stared at you in silence for a brief moment.

“How can you te-” you could've sworn that the time was ticking slow. but before you realized it, the sun was about to hide behind the arms of the horizon as the rays of the sunlight lit through the window. Goro was interrupted mid sentence as well when he noticed this. “Ah, too bad I have to go.” he simply said as he got up from his seat and dusted off his coat.

"Already?" you frowned a little at this, considering that you're finally intrigued to talk to someone after for what's been like years.

"It's just the end of my shift. I'll be present tomorrow." there was a slight smile curved up on his lips before leaving the room, and boy, you felt at ease hearing those words.

………………………………………………..

you didn't know whether to feel happy or upset now that you only have a day left before you'll get discharged from the hospital. you didn't want to burden your parents anymore longer, but why are you upset now that you're finally free once again? there's this something in you that makes you want to stay more. or maybe it's just your attachment to Goro? you don't know.

just as when you are once again drowning in your thoughts, you got snapped back to reality by someone's voice. it's him.

"What are you doing all the way up here at this hour?" you immediately recognized his voice. you wanted to hear it more often─ but too bad, you just can't stay here just because you want to.

the gentle breeze of the countryside air softly swayed your hair locks back and forth. the rooftop of the hospital was dim and was only illuminated by the ray of the moonlight, hovering over the figure of the both of you as Goro kept staring at you from a distance.

and of course, you just felt like being sarcastic for one more remark, "Is it so bad to chill on the hospital's rooftop before my discharge?" his chuckle was completely audible despite the soaring roars of the wind and the continuous noises of the vehicles over the roads.

sure, it's loud here on the rooftop caused by those sounds, but that doesn't matter since it's his voice that your ears can only hear well.

"I suppose it would carve a memorial to make this our usual spot before your discharge."

"I'm not yet dead, you know." you surely are going to miss his jokes once you get out.

"I know, I know." the rooftop was immediately radiating with a positive aura as you both laughed. "Well? What are you gonna do now that you're back to your usual life?" he closed the stairway door and made his way to you, leaning over the railings as he stared into nothingness.

"…" there was a brief silence once again as the wind continued to leap through the garments of your clothing and hair. your chest heaved as you exhaled, also walking over the railing as you leaned on it beside him. "I don't even know. Not like I had a plan anyway." just the thought of getting discharged and living back to your normal life irks you. the same old, repetitive, dull, and 'being' a disappointment days will return. It will return now that you're out of the hospital just right when you already found someone who understands you well. you expected this from the start. good experiences come and go, but you still can't gather the wits to accept it.

"You know, I can't seem to do anything right even if I try hard. I always surge into actions with preparation and always come back empty-handed. It must be nice to live a life wherein you are blessed with skills and luck."

Goro knew that you had some depth in your words. you've told him about your struggle in finding a job and the results of your entrance exams in college before, so he immediately knew how to respond to you.

"A caterpillar must undergo a dissatisfying process before eventually blooming into a beautiful butterfly." his eyes were glistening with sincerity as he muttered those words out. although he was still staring into nothingness and eventually into the starry night skies, you just fixated your gaze on him.

"You can't be saying that."

"I can be saying that."

"But the caterpillar's progress will go to waste when a human steps on it."

"That caterpillar will remain wounded but still manage to live."

"It can still die after being stepped on."

"And it can still live after being stepped on."

"Why are we talking about caterpillars?"

"Because you're the caterpillar we're pertaining to." you quickly lost it and let out a laugh at Goro's remark this time. you knew he was referring to you, but why were you two talking about caterpillars instead? "Seriously, the caterpillar will die."

"Then that caterpillar will get reincarnated." his response this time was tacky, you can't help but laugh at it. of course his words were obviously laced with sarcasm, but you couldn’t help but see a fragment of hope in his words.

and for the first time in your life, fate resided within you. because guess who got reincarnated as the child of the president of an entertainment production.

“She is beautiful.” those were the first words you heard the moment you regained your consciousness and maintained the track of the world. and a pair of rosewood eyes were the first thing you laid your eyes on.

your mother was welcoming. your father, on the other hand, “Let’s just hope this won’t hinder our work.” you didn’t really have anything to say to him. perhaps he was just worn out from his work. he is the president of his company after all.

“Sorry about that, [Name]. Your father’s just immersed in his work. I’ll be the one who will take care of you by then. Although I’ll have to take you with me to the home of our company’s prized star to also keep watch for two of her children.”

not only is your father drowning in a stack of work to do, your mother is also forced to be in charge of taking care of children. it seems like she doesn’t like the duty of being a babysitter, you can tell it by her face and the way her chest heaved when she sighed. so you swore to yourself that you will behave well and remind the 2 other kids to do so as well.

strangely, you still remember how you lived your past life. your family, your memories, the time of your death, the place of your death. all of it is still fresh on your mind.

the world really does hate you, from your beginning and even until your end. you can’t accept the fact that the last memorable thing you had before your death was that conversation you had with Goro on the hospital’s rooftop. he told you that he’s in charge of delivering the babies of Ai the day before that, and that he is also supposed to guard you afterwards. but you never saw him come.

it was as if fate was playing you in its hands that they decided to give you a heart attack at that exact time. there were no doctors present as the rest of them were dealing with the other patients, so you were only treated by the inexperienced nurses.

you expected Goro to come, but you remembered that he is dealing with the giving birth of Ai.

“Then that caterpillar will get reincarnated.” it’s silly how those were the last words that flashed on your mind before your heart gave up. perhaps that interaction you had with him on the rooftop really was something special after all.

“Are you ready to meet them, [Name]?” it hasn’t been long before Miyako arrived with you at the home of the prized star she referred to. you could’ve sworn you’ve been blessed by the deities when it was none other than Ai Hoshino. this new life you have is definitely better than the former one you had.

your eyes met with hers. and of course, you got lost in it. “Is that [Name]? She’s adorable!” well that was a side of her that you expected. she really is carefree even when behind the screen.

“This is my daughter Ruby, and my son over there on the couch is Aqua. You guys will frequently spend more time here while I’m away so I hope you three will be the bestest of friends!” you didn’t appreciate how Ai shoved Ruby in front of you for the introduction, but liked her welcoming energy either way.

this was really a new experience for you. you didn’t expect to be close with your idol in your new life at all. but you’re not complaining either. this is your new life now, you’ve decided to just enjoy your life as a baby once again despite the big contrast between your true mental age.

“Come on. It’s time for work.”

“I’m out~”

the room was immediately confined with tranquility the moment your father, Ichigo, and Ai, headed out for work. while your mother, Miyako, just laid face-down on the sofa and groaned in distress.

‘I probably shouldn’t bother her.’ you can tell how frustrating it could be to take care of three children, so you just let Miyako be and sat on the clean mattress on the floor just in front of the TV.

Ai’s son, named Aqua, was also sitting from a distance on the mattress with you. there was an awkward silence between the two of you as expected. you didn’t feel like you’ll get along with his sister either, since you’ve been told that she’s younger.

that silence remained for what felt like an eternity before broken by the sounds of the TV when Aqua turned it on without a word. and oh boy, your eyes lit up with particles of stars when you saw Ai on the screen. you both watched in silence, admiring the appeal Ai has when performing. eventually, you two were distracted with a familiar whine from the crib.

“N station has already started! Why didn’t you wake me up?!” you have to admit that you didn’t like Ruby at first, but the interests that you two share just now made you want to get to know her more.

she quickly hopped off the crib and sat next to you, all the while squealing and rambling about how remarkable her mom is.

unlike you, Aqua just gave her a look with that neutral expression of his. he seemed too composed for his age, you thought. but you shrugged that thought off.

“Well, I suppose the three of us would be acquaintances considering that we all look up to the same person.” you simply said before fixating your focus back on the TV.

“Do you normally talk like that?” Aqua’s question caught you off guard. ‘shoot. were my words formal? not like it will blow me away anyway, right?’ living on a child’s body completely slipped out of your mind. you just prayed to yourself internally that this boy wouldn’t think of something bizarre.

“Huh? Talk like what?” your attempt at trying to dodge the question was poor. especially the awkward clearing of your throat and the laugh you did that added up to it.

the confusion and skepticism was evident on Aqua’s face, you can’t tell whether he is judging you or just trying to process that hell of a formal usage of words you did. either way, he just stared at you in disbelief for a couple of moments before shrugging it off.

“Looking forward to getting along with you, then.” of course, you were also surprised by his response. but held your tongue back. there’s no way this boy is also a reincarnation of someone simply because of how he talks or acts.

maybe he just learnt how to speak properly at such a young age.

#aqua hoshino #aquamarine hoshino #aqua hoshino x reader #ruby hoshino #oshi no ko #oshi no ko anime #fanfiction #aquamarine hoshino x reader

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

Baby Fever - AIB Boys HCS

Summary: They want a baby with you!

Warnings: NSFW at some parts - MDI - +18 - Banda's part is dark - Dub/con - Mentions of abortion - Mentions of pregnancy - Pregnancy Kink

♡ Chishiya

Never consider himself to be able to be a father. His own was never at home so Chishiya grow mostly alone, his mother going to shopping trips and fancy dinners leaving him behind.

So no, the idea of having a kid with you never went into his mind till he saw you interact with a newborn in the hospital. He was not sure how you ended there, maybe having his last name was enought to have acces to all the hospital. However, his attention is on you, how you are taking the baby in your arms, looking at it like its your own world, if you are showing so much love to a random kid...how it would be with one of yours?

The idea stays in his mind, slowly it blows up into full desire. Desire to fill you up, seeing your tummy get round with his kid. He wants to have you at home waiting for him, wearing lose ropes so he can kiss you and then your belly. He just needs you to agree to it.

♡ Arisu

Arisu melts when he sees you interacting with his niece, you have a strange shine when doing it and you look happier than ever.

It does not take a lot of time for him to tell you his wish to get you pregnant, how he would be different from his father and would be there for your needs and the baby needs.

♡ Banda Sunato

He wants it so he can control you. So you wont ever leave him. You cant leave your child with a monster like him....right?

Banda would let you know how he is going to be cumming inside you till you get prenant and taunt you for it. If you ever think on ending the pregnancy then he would just do it again and again till you are too tired to stop him.

♡ Tatta

It all starts with his kink. He loves cumming inside and loves your tits, he knows how much they change during pregnancy and he would love to be feed from your own milk. But Tatta knows the line, this is a kink and a child is a real responsability. He would move aside his sexual desires and think about it then tell you. Asking you if you ever would want one with him.

♡ Karube

He does not see himself as a father at all. The one who would end getting the idea in his head is you. Karube likes kids that are not his, he finds them cute but also difficult to deal with. And does not trust in his own ability to take care of one.

♡ Aguni

Honestly? You ask him and he will say yes. Oh! He adores the idea, he wants a girl, he wants to dress her in flower dresses and be his protector. Of course he is going to be hella worried during pregnancy and after it. He knows its an important step to take but he wants to!

♡ Kuzuryu

He lives tired, the idea of raising a kid may not be very appealing to him at first. Then he gets you pregnant by accident (bravo). Its worried the first weeks and its still worried after the baby is born. Its only when he starts to adjust to the New life in the house that his mind changes. How when he enters home late he finds you in the baby's room sleeping on a chair and your kid just happens to open its eyes and look at him. He felt his breath stop when it moved its hands towards him. Its when your kid starts to walk and say some words that the fever will hit him hard. He loves his first kid, but knows he was not very present during the process and disliked the idea at first. Now, he is 100% into it. Will talk to you about it and tell you how different he is going to be this time.

♡ Niragi

Accident or no, Niragi gets you pregnant and he is both scared and happy. Scared because he does not want his kid to suffer at school like he did (even if for that time there are still lots of years to pass) and happy cause he wanted to form a family with you the moment you said "yes" in the altar.

#alice in borderland #aib imagine #aib imagines #alice in borderland x reader #arisu x reader #chishiya x reader #banda sunato x reader #tatta x reader #karube x reader #niragi x reader #kuzuryu x reader #aguni x reader

[eyeless-cunt]

(srry if i already asked this- i have shit memory 😀) what are your kidnapping headcannons for yandere ej ? like how would he kidnap the reader , what would the first few days/weeks together be like , and how would he treat the reader ? tysm <3

Interesting thing to think about. Ej is an entirely different monster than any other yandere I write for. If he knows he can't make you fall normally for him...

CW/TW: Yandere Themes, Kidnapping, Drugging, Severe Manipulation and Medical Abuse. Heavy Derealization.

He would kidnap them while they were sleeping, of course. Ej's a cautious and calculated man, and he knows that no matter the method, the fear you experience will be the same. So he finds it kindest to do while you're unable to panic and sadly attempt to fight back. It's a quick but methodical process that he uses to get you home and situated. He'll think about bringing you some harmless objects from your previous home–things he thinks will get you more comfortable here faster. Your blankets, pillows, the clothes he watched you wear more often. The stuffed animal your grandma got you for your graduation years ago and your favorite red pen maybe. But unfortunately they all must be left behind along with any other objects you held close. The reasoning behind this is simple–he wants you to eventually forget about your past life entirely. If even the shirt on your back will help you remember then it has to be burned.

Jack wants to make you forget in the nicest and softest way possible, but memory in a healthy person isn't easily lost, especially if they're unwilling and missing what they had before. He mulls over the idea that he can make you willingly leave it all behind for him. The idea that he'll be so good to you that you never yearn to go back. But he's not stupid. He knows a strange eyeless creature wont win your love. Not after being kidnapped and locked up. Maybe if he didn't have grey skin he would have approached you in public first, trying to win your friendship and affections. But there's no guarantee in forever in that situation, and even if there was it simply wasn't possible. You can't hide sockets like these without a mask. Even with normal unmarked skin.

There are no doubts in his mind that you'll be terrified and confused when you wake up to find yourself in a small room with no windows or visible exits. So Jack does what he knows he's good at. Putting people to sleep. He continually uses a low dosage of the substance he concocted himself to keep you sleeping and unaware. As it works it's way through your body safely he thanks his millennia of bored research and testing. He had been planning to take you for a few years now, and so by the time he was ready to finally retrieve you he already had everything he needed for your stay. Of course by the end of his meddling in your head you may not remember the use of half the items he collected for you, but relearning wasn't going to be hard.

Your first few weeks will be spent drifting in and out of consciousness. He wants to make this process as quick and easy as possible. Jack spends this time mulling over all the small details in his carefully crafted plan. It may be a bit late now, but it's better than forgetting to iron out the smallest detail and having to deal with the repercussions when it's already far too late.

When he's finally ready for your eyes to open you'll be in a room that he's laid out to look like the average human hospital. The more believable his original lie is the easier time he'll have molding you into what he needs. Of course he understands how cruel he is. How devastating this loss will be for everyone who knew you and how you'll mourn their loss for years if he messes this up. But he won't mess up. He won't drop the ball on something this important. And when you awake to a tall man covered head to toe in white you'll be confused yes, but he can pretend to be a doctor well enough to ease the panic in your eyes.

He can tell you that you were in an accident. That you lost your memories and made up new ones to deal with the trauma. He can make up useless and random medical jargon for long enough that you just zone out as you cope with the loss of what you now can't tell are your real memories or not. Jack will tell you he knows they seem so real, he understands what you're going through, he has patients like you all the time. And he'll "prove" to you that these people in your memories don't exist. He'll even help you try to regain your 'real ones'. Enrolling you in 'therapy' and avoiding the question of, "Why does everyone I meet wear a mask," with, "Pardon? That's a question I'm unsure of how to answer. Perhaps speak with your therapist about the topic."

So you agree to speak with a therapist. You agree to weekly sessions and you agree to everything that your strange doctor suggests to you. If you can't agree you'll simply scream. You have no idea what's going on but at the very least you understand that you're insane. What person just makes up a whole other world in their head? When the reality is you belong to a different one. One that seems to have a much...smaller population. A world where everyone wears masks. You don't understand how you could have conjured up a world that's so completely different. There are so little similarities between the two. You couldn't believe it, even when everything he said made some sort of sense. Even when he showed you proof. It was unbelievable and unbearable.

Where are the fast food places, the internet, the cars and tvs? At most you've seen three people outside this room at any given time and you only leave this room a few times a day to go to the bathroom. The people in the halls don't move much or talk to you at all. You're afraid that if you tried to speak to them they'd... well you're not sure what they'd do. You don't know anything anymore. You don't understand how you made so many things that don't exist up in your head. Any hard questions you ask the doctor get unanswered with a simple, "Pardon?" And a few more words that all typically involve the idea of a therapist.

A therapist. So you didn't make those up. You didn't make up doctors. The trip to the office isn't far at all. In fact it seems to be in the same building. Your strange doctor and two very odd looking people in white coats with plain white masks led you there in a wheelchair. You're perfectly capable of walking but he insisted. Did you make up windows? There are none here. No sunlight. It's cold. "Do you know what the sun is?" You don't know who you're asking but the doctor responds anyways.

"Yes." That was a first. "It exists?" That question hangs in the air as he opens a wooden door, pushing you into a warmly lit room. Is this your life now? Weekly visits to a therapist because you're crazy? You didn't have any family or friends? Not even people you knew? Why hasn't anyone visited you?

"Just take a seat. He'll be out shortly." You can only stare, your body seemingly moving at a different time than everyone else here. You looked different–no mask. The only similarity was your clothes. What was really going on? Were you really just crazy? Was it that simple?

The door you entered from opened again, a man dressed similarly to the door but in brown tones walking in. His mask was plain. Simple. Just a flat black. Why couldn't you seem to ever find eyes behind these masks? Even the doctor's white mask should yeild some space, enough to see what lays behind, right?

"May I sit?" You nod, swallowing as he takes a seat on the other side of the table across from you. He asks you simple starter guestions, like how you're doing and settling in here since you've woken up

"I don't know if I'm fine. Or settling in here. I don't know what here is. I'm sorry, I can't answer any of these questions." Saying it out loud brings tears to your eyes, the emotions you're feeling bubbling to the surface too quickly to process.

"I understand. This must be very hard. I hope you don't mind, but your doctor gave me some notes on your condition. Is it still true that you don't remember your life here?" You nod. "I understand. And...is it true that you have memories of a different life? One that didn't actually happen?" Shaky now, you nod again. Cotton in your mouth prevents you from speaking.

"Okay. What's your name? Is it the same in both "worlds"?" I shake my head. "No. My name here was my middle name there." He nods, humming as he scribbles down something you can't make out.

"Do you think maybe that was the 'you' in that world trying to remember the real you? The you that is here now? Maybe you were giving yourself reminders. Or it was perhaps just your subconscious remembering. The same way someone you know will show up in your dreams?"

"Maybe. I don't know."

"Okay. Tell me more about this world you dreamt of. How similar or different was it from this one?" You didn't even know where to start. You told him about things you liked to do for fun, your family and friends, the music you listened to and how it was nothing like the world you lived in now. How this one was... depressing. Bleak.

"That does sound incredibly different. I think what happened was also a stress response. What I'm reading from your files is that you have no family here. I'm not sure about friends but I'm sure when you get home you'll find some mail from any friends or partners that might be worrrying about you. Maybe you felt depressed having no family to speak of, and so your body took the coma as a chance to make one. It's a strong possiblity."

"Home? Where do I live?" You didn't even think of that yet. What was outside this hospital? What friends would be sending mail to me? Partner?

"The address is listed here in your file, although you won't know where this is. Would you like to look? Might jog some memories." You looked. Nothing came up. It was just...numbers. They made no sense to you.

"It was worth a try. This session is over in five minutes. I have something for you before you go though." This grabs your attention.

A box. "Here you are. Go on and open it. They retrieved this from your house." You opened it, excited to finally see something that belonged to you in this strange world. Ah. A mask. A simple...black mask.

"It's quite strange to see someone without one here. I was quite taken aback upon meeting you, but I understand you've relearned cultures from a different sort of 'world'. Here, in this place it's extremely uncommon to see a person without one in public. Typically the only people who see your face are your immediate family and your life partner. You've shown many people your face since being here, so your potential partner at home may be a bit upset if you come home without one." That last part was said as a joke, but you found more questions in it. Did you have a 'life partner'? Was that marriage?

"Go on, see if it feels familiar. It wouldn't be a good idea to travel now without it on."

The inside of the mask is cold. It feels lifeless. Was this how your life was? Is that why you had to create a happier one? Now as you sat with it's loss, you wished you had never dreamt it up in the first place.

#creepypasta #ask #nn #anon ask #eyeless jack #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcannons #eyeless jack x reader #yandere #yandere eyeless jack #yandere eyeless jack x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader #yandere headcanons #yancore #lovecore

[cupoftaae]

9 with Yoongi please😍😍😍

"and why are you so jealous" x YOONGI

warnings- angst, swearing, drinking, references to hookups, yoongi is a fuck boyyyy

A/N- sorry for the late posting, I hope you enjoy sweetheart! <3

You sat outside the bar in the front seat of your car, eyeing the drunk people leaving as the clock read nearly 3am.

Yoongi, your roommate, had called you a bit prior, asking if you could so graciously drive his drunk ass back home. You agreed, well, because you are desperately in love with the fucker, even if he pissed you off.

the thing is, you didnt mind doing shit for him, but he was just an asshole most times. Yoongi wasnt the kind of guy who would date someone like you, he was out every weekend with his friends at some bar and probably hooking up with any girl within a 5 mile radius who'd let him.

You would let your hopes rise again anytime he did something for you, the expectations were on the floor, considering the action of him helping you clean the apartment would fluster you.

"okay, I gotta go baby"

you looked out the window, seeing yoongi walking towards your car with some drunk chick hanging off of him

"you'll call me right?" she whined, hands holding his shirt

"of course I will, first thing tomorrow" he grinned, helping her off to one of her friends.

You smirked because you knew his ass was not calling her back.

thats how yoongi was, thats the kind of person you fell for, and it wasnt this behavior that made you fall- it was all the way back to 8 months ago, when you and yoongi visited his mother in the hospital, youve never seen him so vulnerable, you held him in your arms as he cried about all of his fears.

It was tragic yet beautiful to see someone who puts on a front all the time, finally break.

You stayed against him like glue during that time, which ultimately resulted in an emotionally constipated hook up between you both.

Neither of you mentioned it ever again, especially when not too long after that he started going out on weekends again- forgetting you.

"sorry for making you pick me up...." he mumbled, crawling into the passenger seat.

"'s okay...I dont mind" you shrug, starting the car again

you felt his eyes on you, a small shiver going down your spine as you forced yourself to pay attention to the road.

"you have fun tonight?" you tried to speak, avoiding his glances.

"you look really pretty, why are you so dolled up?" he asked, voice soft

You were a bit taken back, yoongi never spoke about you like this, even in his drunk state.

"thank you..?...im not dolled up...im just wearing a shirt and jeans, I fell asleep in my work outfit."

he smiled, "oh...well its cute" his hand reached over to play with your hair a little, making you jump

"yoongi-"

"what?"

You took a breath and tried to just stay quiet until you pulled against the curb outside of the apartment, parking the car.

neither of you got out yet

"why are you still staring at me?" you mumbled, turning on the car light to grab your phone that had fallen beneath your seat.

He shrugged, "because I wanna kiss you" his voice slurred

You sat up quickly, head banging against the steering wheel "wh- fuck!"

His eyes widened "shit, you okay?" he reached a hand out

"im fine! dont...touch me" you managed to speak, turning the light off. "what makes you suddenly want to kiss me, yoongi?"

"i dont know you look cute, its not a big fucking deal" he chuckled, eyes still trailing your body

You waited a moment to gather your thoughts, "actually it is, because you say that to every girl you meet, you told that girl you'd call her and I know you wont. You cant keep treating young girls like this, yoongi. Its wrong, we get attached easily and we dont appreciate being led on."

He smirked, "okay...and why are you so jealous?"

You choked "jealous??"

"yeah, jealous"

"im not fucking jealous, yoongi, im mad that you think this is okay behavior."

"and if there were no other girls you wouldnt have reacted the way you just did- in face, I bet you would kiss me in a heartbeat." he spoke

"youre a dick, you know that?"

he nods, smirking

"proud of that?"

"meh" he shrugged

You bit the inside of your cheek and felt a wave of emotion come over you. You realized that he will never change, hes not yours and probably never will be, and you are wasting your time waiting for the yoongi from 8 months ago to come back.

"go fuck yourself" you got out and slammed the car door, leaving him behind.

His eyes sadly watched you walk away, he mentally cursed himself for fucking up again.

He knew he would never have you, and he was to blame.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts fluff #bts smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi #min yoongi #min yoongi x y/n #open requests #bts requests

[fragmentating]

Honestly not much radicalized me in regards to bodily autonomy the way being a chronic selfharmer for 10+ years has. And one of those things that really are so awful to deal with is a lack of privacy.

When I go inpatient and they ask me if I have wounds, and I answer honestly, they dont just write that down. They make me undress and show each single one, otherwise I wont be "processed" and let into my room.

In the underage psych ward I was in they would sometimes search the rooms of known selfharmers while we were away at a therapy appointment, or seeing family in the visitation room, etc. They wouldn't tell you. They would lie about it if you asked about it. But all your shit had been moved around slightly, enough for observant people to notice. If they found blades, or any other sharp object regardless of it you had used it to selfharm though, you would obviously be punished.

One time I cut and went to the nurses for help, I was scared because it had never been that deep before and their response was tossing my room after I had voluntarily given them the two blades i had, while a male nurse kept saying how uncomfortable he was that he "had to" inspect my pads, saying "why would you need that many", ... they had metal detectors. They could've just swiped it across everything. But that wouldn't have been humiliating enough like seeing a nurse dig through my underwear and pads and diary.

Outside of the psych ward, my family kept up a similar approach. They did not search my room at least, knowing it was futile because there were always knifes in the house if I was desperate anyways, and a store down the street that sold razors. But locked doors were my mothers enemy. If I locked my door to masturbate, and she noticed it was locked? She would knock and yell until I opened it. If I simply wanted to relax in a bath but she decided it was suspiciously long ? The same.

When they couldn't catch me in the act but my scars kept getting more and more theyd threaten me with being hospitalized again.

When the hospital ER would send me to the closed ward for cuts that had nothing to do with suicidal ideation, but they decided I must be lying because it was deep enough, no matter how often I said I simply "messed up" because of adrenaline and blades that were sharper than expected. They had no legal ground to lock me up again but who cares, right. Its just one of those freaks who cuts themselves anyways.

And none of this kept me safe. None of this prevented me from cutting majority of the time. It made me distrust the ER. It made me distrust nurses. It made me hide my body even around my family. And when it did momentarily work I simply started harming myself in other ways. I ended up covered in bruises, with minor concussions, increasingly starving myself, depriving myself of sleep, ...

No one ever went "let's really try to figure out why you do this." Instead they went "why the fuck wont you just chew some bubble gum and roll a spikey ball on the soles of your feet you depressed fuck" or some shit like bro I am being severely traumatized by the world and this is my reaction. It's all "you are the problem".

And as an adult whos decided that I'm not interested in quitting, who "only" practices harm reduction I know that absolutely no one wants to accept that as a choice I should be allowed to make. Doesnt matter that I'm an expert at taking care of wounds and I have not had a single infection in 10+ years aside from once on wounds that got fucking stitched at the hospital. that I actively do my best to avoid lasting damage. That I try to keep the frequency low. They put me through years of surveillance and shame and threats without ever trying to see the root cause, only ever treat me as a bratty problem child who's being difficult just to fuck with them, and can not understand why that wouldn't make me want to stick to the goals they have set for me.

Therapists genuinely lose their mind when I tell them I don't want ~sobriety~ I just want to reduce harm and get on with my life. Their teachings do not allow for this to be but a short term compromise. I do not care.

#harm reduction #i guess sort of #selfharm cw #selfharm #anti psych #psych critical #bodily autonomy #(respect my choice or die by my sword)

[sadboytournament]

ROUND ONE

Propaganda

Adriane Tepes/Alucard: Bro's mom got murdered and his dad went insane and tried to wipe out humanity, and Adrian had to kill him to save everyone. AND THEN he had to deal with people trying to revive his dad to cause even more deaths! Also he's immortal so he's outlived everyone he's ever cared about 😭

Jason Todd: (tw: sexual assault mention) the second robin, gets taken in by bruce after his abusive dad walks out and his mum dies of an overdose (and he also steals the wheels of the batmobile, king). bruce trains him to be robin and for his original run he was a pretty cute kid (with the occasional Angst Arcs that are pretty common w robin - special shoutout to jason finding out his dad was actually killed by two face and he just didnt know, and an arc where a woman that reminds him of his mum gets raped by a guy that iirc has diplomatic immunity i think?? or enough power to get away with it? anyway jason fucking kills him so not that immune ig) then death in the family happened and jason found out his mum isnt his biological mum so he sets off trying to find his bio mum, and eventually he meets her, but shes working for the joker and sells jason out to him. the joker then proceeds to beat jason with a crowbar and blows the building hes in up with his mum also inside it, killing them both. dc then does a fun thing for the next 20 years where they start treating jason like the '"""troubled""" """angry""" robin who was too reckless and was always going to end up dead. eventually dc brings jason back (as dc is wont to do), by having him wake up inside his coffin years after dying, dig his way out with his bare hands, and walk half-dead in the general direction of wayne manor until he's hit by a car and taken to the hospital (where all his says is 'bruce' over and over, and when asked who bruce is he responds 'my dad' and passes out) eventually he ends up in talia al ghul's care and is dunked in a lazarus pit to revive him completely, and he finds out not only is the joker still alive, but batmans also replaced him as robin. jason returns to gotham as red hood and has an honestly pretty slay arc where he taunts bruce by doing a better job of cleaning up gotham than him ngl. eventually it all culminates with him luring batman to a building where hes keeping the joker and telling b that his no kill rule is bullshit, and he shouldve killed the joker for taking jason away from him. he gives bruce an ultimatum thats basically if you dont kill me ill kill the joker, you gotta pick' and bruce chooses to instead disarm jason and save them both, and jason escapes. what follows is a lot of ups and downs for red hood comics (mostly due to the "angry robin" narrative dc writers have spun, making a lot of jasons appearances wildly ooc fights, lots of weird (tragically in character) cringefail behaviour, and this odd period where hes a natural redhead and his helmet is this ugly dome). itd be too long to list every jason todd sadboy moment from the last 20 years here but i do want to give a special shoutout to a currect story arc where bruce (who thinks hes being controlled by a 'perfect batman' hes got in his head) gets sick of jason's """reckless behaviour""" and fucking alters jasons brain chemistry so that whenever his adrenaline rises, he'll have a panic attack so severe hes basically incapacitated and can barely speak through his fear (the instant he escapes bruce's captivity he jumps into a burning building to save a little girl im SOFT for him!!). also second special shoutout to the jason todd in the arkham games who didnt even have the luxury of dying at the jokers hand, and was instead tortured for like 3 years, branded, beaten by p much everyone in batmans rogues gallery (and some of jokers goons dressed as batman), eventually jason breaks himself out only to find out that NOT ONLY has bruce replaced him, but it took the man like. a month. like jason wouldnt be thought dead for a long time, he was missing and bruce just went 'ill let this new kid adopt himself' ig? also theres a vr game in the arkham series where you can go into arkham asylum and hear jason screaming 🙃

#tumble tournaments #the sadboy tourney #alucard #castlevania #jason todd #dc comics

[domoz]

An attempt at a Hikaku/Itama thing that I just can't seem to get past a block on. so i'm turning it over to you.

The Uchiha clan has every right not to trust outsiders with their health. Unfortunately, the Senju have healing techniques worth risking it for. Even more unfortunately, the injury Hikaku had taken to his left arm had been noticed, and even worse than that, the Hokage had suggested it would be a show of good faith for him to go to the hospital that his clan has taken charge of running. And Madara had agreed.

So now here he is, tense and nervous in a waiting room chair because just the act of being here is a signal of weakness that no shinobi should ever willingly send. The long stares and flustered glances of the people manning the intake desk haven't helped improve his mood

"Ah, Uchiha-san?" A vaguely familiar voice calls.

Hikaku looks up and locks eyes with one Senju Itama, who is one of the most immediately recognizable people in the entire village despite the fact that his reputation is entirely shadowed by his brothers'. Dual colored hair is swept up in a high bun, though some fly-aways have started to pull loose, and a few larger strands dangle loose around his ears. He's in a doctor's coat, but there's nothing on him to indicate that he pretty much runs the building.

The head of the hospital probably doesn't need to see him for a broken arm and dislocated shoulder, but perhaps this is just the good faith he's supposed to be offering being returned.

The Senju gives him a small smile, "If you're ready, I can see you now."

Hikaku nods, hiding a grimace of pain in the collar of his battle coat as he pushes himself to his feet and follows. Instinct has him examining the back so easily offered to him. There are no obvious weapons, but there's no way Itama doesn't have something on him. Medic types tend to go for senbon, which are easy to hide -- besides that, the Senju may be the shortest in his family, but he still has a good few centimeters on Hikaku and a not insignificant amount of muscle. With his broken arm, Hikaku would be at a significant disadvantage if they got into a brawl.

…Which is not going to happen, Hikaku tiredly reminds himself. Because it would cause a political incident, which would negate the whole point of him coming here. And because Senju Itama, from everything he has seen and heard, is as mild mannered as they come, and is also holding the door to an exam open for him. The look on his face is somewhere between the compassion Hashirama might wear and Tobirama's analytical gaze. Hikaku ignores it and walks into the room, arm twinging in pain as his muscles reflexively tighten as he hears the door close behind him.

"You can sit on the table there, Uchiha-san." Itama says softly. He's gotten a clipboard from somewhere and is already marking down notes on it. "Is there anything else besides the break and dislocation?"

Hikaku seriously considers lying for a moment, because he wants to be out of here as soon as possible, but good medics always seem to be able to tell that sort of thing and make your life hell for trying.

"Just some minor bruises and scrapes." Hikaku grits out, hoping that wont extend the time he's kept here even longer.

Itama hums and makes another note before looking up to make eye contact again -- which Hikaku only now registers as unusual. Most Senju still don't.

"Well, we'll deal with the worst first. Are you alright with me using a medical technique to examine your arm?"

Hikaku blinks, and Itama waits expectantly. He had been assuming thats was where this was going -- after all, what was the point of coming here if not to experience those techniques. He's not sure if he's actually being given a choice, but the illusion of one still feels kind enough to unwind some of the tension that had been building and making his shoulder ache even worse. He exhales.

"What exactly would that entail?"

The corner of Itama's eyes crinkle. Rather than upset at being questioned, he looks pleased.

"I would use my chakra in a series of specific highly compact sensory bursts to determine the severity and nature of the damage, which is painless and non-invasive. After that, if you're willing, I would use another technique to directly stimulate the regrowth and repair of injured cells. I can also temporarily reduce the pain your nerves are transmitting as well."

Hikaku mostly knows the words he's just heard, but that all seems very…

Well it seems like it's something that no one should casually admit to being able to do, which is to say that it seems very Senju.

"…How does the recovery time compare to letting it heal the natural way?"

Itama smiles at him, one cheek dimpling.

"I'd have to see the damage more specifically, but for bone breaks full recovery tends to take about half the time, and for minor fractures most people leave clear to go back to light duty."

Which means that it's way too useful to pass up on, no matter how dubious Hikaku feels about the matter.

"Alright." Hikaku agrees, "That sounds… Good."

Itama only nods. "I have to touch you for this as well. Are you alright with that?"

Hikaku can't decide if he's thankful or annoyed that he keeps asking. He thins his lips and nods.

"You can tell me to stop at any time." Itama says. He steps closer, telegraphing his movements like he knows the proximity has set Hikaku's heart thundering. If he'd had time to rest before coming here, perhaps he wouldn't be so paranoid, but he hadn't, so Hikaku watches warily and braces as Itama's hands light up a soft mind green and reach towards him.

…It doesn't hurt.

Izuna has been through this before, and he had described the feeling as being overwhelming. Like drowning in someone else's chakra, and hideously painful and uncomfortable. Granted, his wound had been far more severe, but it had set Hikaku up with a certain expectation that's not being met.

The foreign chakra brushes across his senses feather-light and almost cooling. The pain of the break fades to a dull ache, and then, slowly, to nothing at all.

"This may be a bit unpleasant." Itama warns him, and Hikaku braces for what is mostly nothing. The cool sensation grows until it's mildly uncomfortable, but not more than that. It's like a chilly winter wind that saps away all the warmth, but it never starts hurting, not even when Itama slowly lifts his arm to pop the joint back into place. The longer it goes on the more Hikaku feels the tension leech out of his shoulders. Pain relief so instant and without any apparent side effects is… Nice.

Itama steps back, looking Hikaku over with a critical eye.

"Take care to watch for inflammation and take it easy for the next few days, but you should be fine. The break was clean. Do you want me to heal the smaller things as well? Or I can bandage them up to heal the slow way."

"I…" Hikaku almost rejects the offer on reflex, but now that what is presumably the worst is over he feels a little silly over how worried he was. If he's already taking the easy way, why should he stop now? "Yes, if you don't mind."

Itama nods and reaches out again, seemingly already aware of where the worst of the cuts and bruises are.

"Thank you." Hikaku finds himself blurting, "For -- this. I've been impolite, but you've been very accommodating."

Itama smiles again, but he doesn't look up from where he's focused on Hikaku's other hand -- numbing the sting of a scrape so minor Hikaku hadn't even realized it was there until the pain was gone.

"You're welcome, Uchiha-san. And don't worry, you've been a model patient. You wouldn't believe how hard it can be to get people to just sit still sometimes."

Maybe that's not surprising; shinobi are a jumpy bunch at the best of times and being injured only makes it worse. He can use himself, today, as the perfect example of that. He resists the urge to duck his head.

"Well… I'm sure that once people know how useful this is it'll get easier." Hikaku honestly means it, too. Because he's fine -- coming off one of the worse missions he's ever had --certainly the worst in recent memory-- and he's going to go home tired and fine.

"…You'd think that, but sometimes I have trouble convincing people who have grown up with the option to use it." Itama sighs, resigned or amused, Hikaku doesn't know him well enough to tell, and continues his work, chakra easing the strain in his muscles and fading bruises to pale yellow.

"…Actually." Itama says after a moment, pulling his hands away, "Do you think if we taught more people how these techniques work, it would make them more willing to use them? I don't really know how else to encourage it short of forcing it."

…Like Hikaku basically had been, though he's not certain if Itama knows that or not. That aside --

"Oh, I...I think so, yes. I men, it's a trust thing right now, isn't it? And the more people who know how to heal like that, the more likely it is that someone who needs help will know someone who can do it."

More practically, Hikaku is pretty sure that the number of Uchiha who have managed to get that technique to work for them in all of the history he knows is in the single digits. There's clearly some secret to it that the sharingan can't copy. If Itama is willing to share even a fraction of it, the clan needs to know. Or-- the village does. Both, since that's the same thing, now.

"That is…" Itama steps back, "A good point. And I think I'm all done here, so you're free to go, Uchiha-san."

"Oh. Thank you." Hikaku slides off the table, rolls his shoulders and test his muscles. There's the burn of exhaustion, but compared to how he'd come in, it's like a miracle.

"Of course." Itama smiles at him again, "Come back any time."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #itama is not mild mannered btw #if this was a full fic hikaku would learn that itama can manipulate his brothers into doing anything he wants #anyways this brought to you by me learning that itama/hikaku only has a singular fic on ao3 #sorry i lost track of my brain and forgor how to write immediately after

[magnoliamyrrh]

i know ive said this before but i keep seeing it so i keep thinking about it. i just dont get what people who are calling for everyone to wear masks still like,, outside even, or especially ppl who are calling for ppl to still socially distance and not visit each other and not go anywhere...... want?

i aint saying covid doesn't matter i aint saying its not still around and its not an issue (infact in places like romania where so much of the population didnt wanna vaccinate themselves the hospitals are a fucking mess Again). it is clearly an issue and a rough disease and an insane amount of people died and are still dying while others are living w long term consequences...... but. man im sorry. covid is not going Anywhere by this point. we will not eradicate it, we just wont, it spreads too easily, theres too many variations. vaccines dont fully stop its spread and transmission, they help tone it down some for sure but its not enough alone, and by this point most people have had it at least once. we did not manage to contain its spread radically enough in the beggining and now weve got to deal with it being widespread and forever. this disease is gonna be around every year going forward with our lives everywhere like others are. there wont be a "stop" to it. and i actually dont think its reasonable to expect everyone bc of covid for literally the rest of our lives to wear masks outside always and to always keep a distance from people and to not go to several things anymore and to not see friends and family and to not have gatherings. as if the modern world isnt horribly isolated and lonely in the first place anyway. if you think ppl now shouldn't be meeting up with people bc of covid and should feel guilty and horrible, than youre going to have to stand by than till the end of time

#like idk even i was talking to this dude abt community meetings and asking him how that goes and when they are #and he went. well covid is still around and its coming back so we havent had any of those and we arent doing that #..... and its like. ok on one hand i understand on the other..... do u understand this will never stop #there will never be a 'no covid.' #and thus there will never be a time by this logic when things like community gatherings Outside even are going to be acceptable again

[butchwink]

hey whats up turns out i have debts and bills to pay like everyone else and could still use financial support from you guys. im audrey, an autistic trans woman from ottawa, occupied ontario. im 29 and need help with my rogers bill and personal debts. i owe about $150 to two loan sharks and can only pay one off this week and told them both id have the money by the end of the week. im not worried about my friend who bought me a hockey jersey i can pay him back its the bastards at cashmoney that i owe $142.37 or some shit because my payment bounced for absolutely no reason (not enough money haha i thought i was fine but nintendo and tsn showed up to collect for absolutely no reason). i dont care how much i owe rogers ill pay them eventually but i wish i could get sportsnet so i can watch the womens world cup. idc who has it i just wanna watch the hockey again god dammit!!

sorry for being like this. my paypal address is [email protected]. i lost my wallet with my debit and ids so i wont have access to this money until i get my shit back or replaced later this week.

im back at the psych ward the third time this crazy ramadan fuck my life man. they want you eating when the suns up and fasting when the suns down and breaking your fast at 8 in the morning once the sun is bright. fuck the christian white supremacist nightmare that is laicité already. i could use help.

navigating transmisogyny and ableism is already hard enough for me. im a culturally christian white girl raised by french catholics with guilt complexes like no tomorrow and celebrating ramadan even just in solidarity and friendship as a white christian is structurally impossible in this racist islamophobic society. cant imagine what its like for actual muslims here in canada or at this hospital dealing with that shit personally. they wont let me integrate and consider or familiarize myself with any alternate perspective these white supremacists.

[athymelyreply]

I'm sorry you're not feeling well!! Bringing you some soup and tea and a hug 🫂

Tell me about the Gawain and the Green Knight AU, I'm dying to know 👀

OMG OMG SO

There’s sooo many ways a green knight au could go. Obviously Hob is Gawain in this au and it could go one of a few ways

I’ll finish one version here and reblog this post with the others

also thank you so much you really are the best and the soup, tea,and opportunity to be insane about this au means the world to me. <3

fist: hobletheros+dreamling

hob is at the knightly Christmas party or whatever, destruction comes in and hobs knees go weak because “oh my god I want him to rail me” when the game is proposed Hob does the whole thing with destruction’s decapitation and is conflicted about it but then, as with the og story destruction picks up his head and tells him that he’ll see Hob next year. He leaves with a wink and Hob covered in destructions blood and thinks he might be a little in love (the boy falls fast).

a year goes by and he sets out on his pilgrimage to the green knights home. Our dear Hob is exhilarated and terrified and all around conflicted. He’ll get to see destruction again but in the same breath it’s his death sentence. Hob loves life, but if he must perish, he thinks maybe death at the hand of the green knight isn’t the worst way to go, maybe he’ll even get a kiss before he’s dead. his journey takes him to the castle of a man named Oletheros and his wife. The man is oddly reminiscent of the knight from the party, however Hob writes it off as him just feeling something for both the knight and this man. the lord of the castle makes the same deal as the original story: Hob may have whatever lord oletheros catches while hunting, on the condition that Hob give him anything he receives during the day. hob accepts. The wife tries to seduce Hob, telling him she wants him desperately. For extra fun the wife is fem! Dream. She’s dark and alluring and Hob can’t help but be drawn to her, but he knows it would be wrong to disrespect his host in that way, restraining his desire and instead accepting only one single kiss from dream (and oh her lips are so sweet, tasting of white wine and stars and the feeling of flying)

when lord oletheros returns with a deer, Hob gives him a kiss in return, finding himself falling into the lord’s mouth, a kiss with the feel of oak and passion and campfire. The lord welcomes his lips, pulls him into the kiss. Hob pulls himself away with a gasp and tries to continue on, doing his best not to look shaken.

the next day Hob allows himself 2 kisses from dream, both to taste the lord’s mouth and hers but one more time. Selfish he knows, but he is a hedonistic creature, and if these are to be his last few days alive, let them be good ones. Lord oletheros returns with a boar this time. Kisses are traded and Hob feels as if he’s drowning with nowhere to turn. He cannot break hospitality but gods with dream staring like that from under her eyelashes, and oletheros’s rough hands on him he feels as if he might go insane. the last day dream approaches him with a look that has Hob burning for her. Three kisses. It’s so good he could cry. And he does, telling her that he goes to his death on the morrow, and he has no choice but to leave. Dream brings a green sash, saying it will keep him from harm, and not to tell her husband about it, so he wont need to give it to him. the lord returns yet again bearing a fox this time. Kisses exchanged and Hob feels all tied up in knots, awaiting his death at the hands of that strange and handsome knight, and readying himself to leave behind the lord and his wife, both of which he feels he could love, maybe already does, but he cannot admit that just to leave them the next day. he bids them goodbye the next morning, taking the sash and hoping against hope that it will protect him and he can return to them. In the clearing with the green knight he kneels and presents his neck, but when the knight raises his axe Hob flinches. He still wishes to live. The knight scolds Hob for his cowardice in that incredible voice of his and so Hob steels himself, picturing the the faces of the lord, the knight, and the lady. If he should die it will be with love. He prepares for the blade to fall and

A gentle tap at the back of his neck. Only a small trickle of blood. then he feels a hand reach to help him stand. Destruction helps him to his feet and caresses hob’s cheek, lifting the little knights eyes to meet his. He speaks gently, saying that “that’s it, darling, that’s all there is. Come now, we really must fix that cut of yours.” He bandages the nick on Hob’s neck, explaining that his name is destruction, and he was lord oletheros. He tells Hob what a darling boy he is, what a good little knight, he soothes him. And Dream emerges from the trees, takes Hob’s teary face in his hands and kisses him. then they both get to soft dom the shit out of him and Hob gets to cry with relief and joy.

#dreamling #hobletheros #my writing #but not really writing #green knight au #You’re the best Aquila #You’ve got mail!

[narumika]

can i ask for rei and ritsu with younger sibling reader i just love them 😭 anyways can i have sibling reader just being extremely drained after a long day and then coming home to rei and ritsu fighting and snapping at them and breaking down because they were stressed ? thanks !

rei and ritsu when their younger sibling snaps at them.

gn!reader. honestly no clue. mini fic.

summary. rei and ritsus younger sibling had come home from a long day just to listen to them bicker over something stupid, and they only notice their distress when they finally snap.

authors note. i’m so sorry this took forever i just suck at not procrastinating . ignore that reader basically fainted instead of breaking down i couldn’t think of anything without sounding like that one “im fine” meme

you had a long day, to put it simply. you had been working long hours, dealing with unruly people, and feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. you love your older siblings, but when you can hear them from your room bickering it really pushes you over the limit.

“you should’ve thought about that before you had decided to travel the world and leave me behind.” ritsu had obviously been tired of the constant arguing, he could’ve been napping if rei didn’t feel the need to confront him on why he didn’t get the same affection you did.

“you know why i was gone for so long! so don’t even-“ rei had been interrupted by a set of loud stomps down the stairs, a fuming and exhausted you stopping at the last step. “can you both please just drop it?! it’s been a long enough day for me, and the last thing i want is to hear my brothers arguing!” you felt the yelling get to you, feeling lightheaded before fainting.

after a few hours, you had woken up in a hospital room. your brother both at your side, ritsu biting his nails and rei bouncing his knee while staring at the ground. ritsu was the first to notice your gain of consciousness, and immediately went to hold your hand before apologies started slipping from his lips. rei soon did the same.

although you fainting wasn’t serious, and you just needed some rest after being constantly overworked, your older brother felt horrible. rei, someone who was known for helping others and knowing the signs, didn’t even pick up on it. he cried the most that day in the hospital, afraid every possible bad outcome could happen.

“[NAME], i’m so sorry, i wont fight with anija ever again. please just don’t let this happen again.” ritsu was extremely emotional as he pleaded for forgiveness, his eyes were red and puffy, similar to reis. you sat up and brushed his bangs out of his face and wiped his tears, before squeezing his hand in reassurance as you promised to take better care of yourself. “[NAME], i’m truly sorry i let this slip past me. please if you ever feel overworked, seek me or ritsu out. we’ll help you.”

that day, you and your brothers had formed a special bond, one that needed extreme care and reanimating before it could be whole again. but you knew you and your brothers could make it work, you all had always found a way.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #rei sakuma #ritsu sakuma #ritsu sakuma x reader #rei sakuma x reader #UGH I LVOE THIS ASK

[comfycozycrossfox]

anyway im a psych major but ill make one thing SO clear about that: i think that the way that therapists and psychologists react to concerning information is completely bullshit and completely counterintuitive to their jobs

if patients dont feel comfortable telling you the full scope of their mental illness for fear of you throwing them in a facility against their will, you're failing. you've failed.

theres times when that is necessary! But i've heard of therapists calling a 5150 for self harm. slight suicidal intent. some wont see you if you have or have had an eating disorder at all-they'll call you a danger to yourself and call a wellness check, or won't even take you. and i dont think any old therapist should be treating for that-but if i say "i have eating disordered habits" and your response is anything other than "I can refer you to a specialist," go fuck yourself. dont know of any? thats just another sign that youre shite at your job.

therapy is for mental health help, and if i cant tell you about the full scope of my mental health problems, then what, pray tell, is the fucking point. I don't need to be hospitalized for self harm. I also probably shouldn't be on my own in dealing with that. Its almost as if we invented a middleground. Or we should have. Being thrown into a facility against my will would make me actively more suicidal-in fact, thats what a lot of studies suggest usually happens! so if i tell you that im actively suicidal, and THATS the response? how exactly is that going to help me in the long run? do you think that this therapeutic relationship will be the same after that? do you think itll be conducive to growth at all? because I don't.

#rant #sorry #im trying to get a trauma therapist #and its just very frustrating that i know i have to lie about shit #because the chance that shes gonna overreact to me talking about behaviors is higher than i want #and ideally id like a therapist that would be normal about it #but my chances of finding one is slim

[radradmarivy]

I hate marriage, i believe its an archaic institution made for men by men. Thats why im not getting married. With that said... I am not getting married because I am not in a relationship and I dont plan to be.

But if you are, sadly, in a relationship with anyone and specially if they are of the opposite sex, please get married. Dont fall for "its Just a paper bullshit", get fucking married. Because if you dont, even if you have 10 Kids with the bastard, even if you bought and built shit together, even if you spent almost 50 years together, when push comes to shove, you mean nothing without that paper.

Im not going to sit here and say that "its Just a paper" bullshit and watch as women end up in shitty situations when they lose everything. Not getting married to a man you built a family with can limit you socially and economically. What will you do if he dies or ends up in a coma and he has no will or didnt made you a beneficiary of anything he owns? You are fucked. You cant even be there for the asshole to take medical decisions, because you are nothing to society without the papers.

You know Who will decide if the fatjer of your Kids that refused to marry you but didnt thougth that a baby or two were such a big deal? His blood family or the ex wife he didnt legally divorce. Thats who! Why? Cuzco you got no papers so you are nobody! He dies. All the shit you had?? Can get taken by his Bloom family or any wife he didnt divorce. And you will have to figth nail and teeth to be able to keep anything for your Kids.

Not only that, take into a account how society makes it hard for single mothers to thrive. Think about the economical implications of this whole ordeal. Is it fucking worth it??

Ladies, stop giving family benefits to a man that doesnt see you as family. A dude says that marriage is too much of a compromise but is happy to have 3 Kids with you and play family, when he is not even protecting you all in case something bad happens? That dude doesnt love you, he doesnt love his Kids. He is just using you, making it easier for him to leave qhen the next young piece of ass come.

A baby links you two forever and ever, and he wants that before marriage? You cant divorce from a baby! What is even more final than a baby? 2, 3, 4, 5 babies are fine but marriage its Just a paper??? You all know that the moment the asshole leaves, you are all fucked?

No Matter how much i dislike marriage, its a binding contract and its made to protect you. Yes, justice is slow, men have ways and loopholes around it, we all know that. But if you really want to have Kids with some sleamy ass man whore, at least ask for a ring before popping out the little monsters.

That way you will be more protected. Your Kids will be more protected. Worst case escenario, the law is on your side. He ends up in the hospital and for some reason you want him to live? You can tell the doctors that and make decisions. You dont want to share shit with an ex wive? Make sure he is divorced already, marries you, and you wont have to share with nobody but him.

Dont get played by this douchebags, ladies. Remember that we are always the ones that have more to lose if shit goes south. Marriage binding contract and prenup, trust no man no máster how much you love him.

And never become economically dependant on them either. You will thank me later.

[nhaamazu]

FFXIV Writes 2022 - Day 4 - (Free/Open Prompt) Mother

Elodie had made many bad decisions in her time. Yet only one left her with regret that would cling to her like a stain on her aether, haunting her no matter how the decades passed.

You see, she was young and pretty once. And as young, pretty things are wont to do, she fell for a man of status, one many years older than herself, with hair the colour of earth-aspected crystal and eyes as blue as the summer sky. Oh, how her friends had seethed when she had spoke of their dalliances. She had known that it would not be forever, that he had designs on no less than the Archbishop’s seat, but she had cherished their days together all the same. Perhaps too much, for soon her dresses grew tight about the waist and her dashing man grew distant.

Her parents had been furious. Their name was barely worth a gil as it was - for their only daughter to have a child out of wedlock was a scandal they could not afford. It mattered not that she carried their grandchild, nor that she had nowhere to go. Suddenly, she was alone and hungry, and the young and the beautiful seemed not to matter any more.

There were kindly folk in the Brume, but their gil and their hospitality only stretched too far. Soon, she found herself considering the unthinkable. Anything to stay warm at night. The father did not answer her, not through letters or visitations, and in her desperation she grew vindictive. For her family were not the only ones to fear scandal, nor to have something so fragile to lose. The letter she penned was unkind to the last word, threatening to reveal the truth of her child’s parentage to the deacons and the bishops of the church, to lay ruin to the future he had so carefully planned.

‘And think not about silencing me, Haumoix - should aught happen to me or our child, I have seen to it that the whole of Ishgard shall know your part in it.’

She did not sleep that night, so ashamed was she of her ungentle words. But as she cradled her ever-swelling belly, she knew that it mattered not how she tarnished her own soul, so long as her child survived.

Some days later, he came to her, with fury in his eyes, but she saw beyond that, to the cold chill of fear.

“Give up the child,” he demanded. “Never speak of them or of me again, and I shall see to it that they are placed with a wealthy, loving family. I will even spare enough coin for you to start a life elsewhere. Those are my terms.”

Anything. She would do anything for the life growing inside of her. So, she agreed, though it killed her in that moment to do so.

And so the weeks passed, and she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. By the grace of the Fury, it was love at first sight. How could she part with him? He had his father’s eyes, but he also possessed a head of the thickest black hair - just like her. The moment she pressed him to her bosom, she knew that he would take a piece of her with him if he left. But she remembered the deal she had made, and the future that lay ahead of him. Were she selfish, he would grow up yet another forgotten child of the Brume. This way was better. It had to be. Even if he never knew how much she loved him, or how she died a sure, swift death that day, when she allowed the nursemaid to take him. Yet she would not allow him to depart without a name. No doubt his new parents would furnish him with a new one, but she had to have this much, that maybe the Fury would recognise this final gift and see fit to reunite them in her halls.

A name for a new life.

Aymeric.

“May it carry you to greatness, little one. And may you know, whatever happens, that you are loved.”

#ffxivwrite2022 #aymeric de borel #FFXIV #Heavensward #fanfic #cw: pregnancy

[raphael-angele]

I feel angsty again

Damian being $u!©ida| Headcanons

Damian gets kidnapped while in civ mode but he's in that state of mind. Kidnapper's about to call in a ransom and Damian (in a drugged state) starts to rant but doesn't realize his comms are on.

Damian: It's not gonna work.

Kidnapper: Shut up. *About to call*

Damian: Who are you gonna call? GCPD? Sure, maybe they'll care...maybe...

Kidnapper: I said shut up.

Damian: Who are you gonna tell them to give it to? My father? He's too busy. He might look like someone who'll prioritize this but I know he'll deal with everything else before he deals with getting me back. My brothers don't care about me. They've got their own thing going. They don't enough about me to try and get me back. Don't even get me started on Drake. If anything, he'll be happy with me gone. So if you think you can get money out of taking me, you're wrong. You'll only be doing them a favor if you kill me. It's not exactly a win-win. You get your money, I'm back with them, still unwanted. Or you don't get your money, I die. It'll be finished if you just kill me now. Or you wait for your money, if they ever do give it, and then kill me.

Damian sometimes finding himself on high buildings or on bridges during patrol and just looking down, like he wants to jump.

He would dissociate and when he comes to, he finds himself bleeding or injured and he'd just sleep it off.

No one notices or, they do snd just do nothing about it. Like, they'd ask each other, "Have you noticed Damian-" and they'd just shrug it off cuz, "It's Damian".

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you."

This went on for weeks to the point where he stopped patrolling and when asked something, he'd ignore it and leave. They don't do anything about it.

After the attempt that was almost successful, they yelled at him. He said nothing and just ignored them, as if he hears nothing. He asked one of the nurses treating him that he didn't want any visitors, family or otherwise.

When he was discharged from the psych ward, Bruce tried to pick him up but he didn't even acknowledge his presence. Bruce tried to escort him to the car but Damian just walked off and acted as if no one was there. He walked home by himself with Bruce tailing him from behind.

When they got home, Damian just went straight to his room, ignoring the people who greeted him and tried to talk to him. In his room, he was curled up in bed with Titus and Alfred the Cat.

He didn't eat for a long time. He didn't talk for a long time. He only drank water and ate biscuits. And only communicated with glances and looks.

When they finally confront him, and basically yelling and begging him to tell them why he's so distant, he breaks and starts talking back.

"Don't be hypocritical. You're just begging for answers so you'll try and get me to like you again. But what's the point of earning my trust again if I know that it'll fade away again eventually. So spare the hospital fees of getting me treated. If you don't, this will happen over and over and over till you've had enough. You'll get tired and it wont be a big deal anymore. If you had just been a little bit more patient, you would've gotten used to my silence and you wouldn't even notice if I was there...which means you wouldn't even notice if I wasn't. So just stop"

They don't stop and keep on trying to apologize and earn his forgiveness for neglecting him. One day, they all get together to try and give him something special. Damian catches them in the act.

Damian: You want to make it all better?

Dick: Absolutely.

Damian: Fine. Only father can make the request come true. And all the rest of you can do is to let me.

Bruce: What is it, Damian? Anything.

Damian: I wanna go back to Mother.

Everyone falls silent and tries to interject, trying to get Bruce to not do it. But Bruce just asks him when he wants to go. Everyone is speechless. Damian says as soon as possible. Bruce tells him he'll get in touch with her as soon as he can. Damian thanks him and leaves. Everyone starts yelling at Bruce but he does nothing.

Bruce does call Talia. When he ends the call, he cries, knowing how much he fucked up. Everyone realizes too.

When Talia picks him up, his final words are, "Forget about me. Forget about the last 5 years. They never happened. You never knew I existed. You're smart, so you should know that that's the best course of action. You'll forget what happened all these years, but I never will."

Sorry, guys. I'm in a really bad place with my mental health right now. This happens every now and then. We can't control these kinds of thoughts. We can't always have good times.

Please take care of yourselves, please don't be afraid to talk to those who you can. It's fine to show weakness.

I'm not fine. Just a moment of weakness.

#dc #dc comics #damian wayne #robin #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #jason todd #bruce wayne #batman #tim drake #red robin #sad #angst #mentalheathawareness #mental heath support #suicudal

[independentzaun]

💍 Arranged Marriage AU or 🔪 Serial Killer AU for Renata and Elise?

Send one of the following emojis, and I will give you one idea (or more) for our muses to interact in this setting: Still accepting

Interesting choices!

Arranged marriage AU

So with how Elise is set up (traveling, immortal, etc) I had to think for a moment but... COMPLETE AU set somewhere other than Zaun. I'm thinking a fantasy verse, but could be a cyberpunk corporation thing or something else. The core of it is that when Elise ends up in this particular universe something goes wrong for her on arrival, and she gets hurt so badly she actually gets amnesia for a while. However she keeps her magical abilities, and between those and her willingness to help people she gets adopted into a powerful family more because "we can't let someone else have access to her and it'd be a waste to kill her" than anything else. Renata could either be part of another family, or she could be the second in command for Silco (once again) whose been working at getting access to the family Elise gets adopted into and the family believing Silco wont stop makes a deal. His trusted second in command gets married to their adopted mage. If it's Renata being part of another family honestly I think she was raised to be some kind of Warlord basically, or a security specialist who takes a very aggressive route to ensuring her charges stay safe. Maybe her family has recently received a title or some kind of promotion or whatever so they need to ensure their power base whereas the family Elise is with needs money but has land or some other resource so joining the two families together makes sense. Renata probably wouldn't be the heir to the family, but something like the "most trusted cousin or third daughter" or something like that. Known, trusted, powerful, but not going to be the top person unless something strange happens.

Serial Killer AU

Okay so there's two ideas that came to mind. One of them pretty dark with an optional real dark path. Both of them set in a modern style world.

Idea one: Elise gets hired on as a doctor somewhere, but has been loosing her compassion and seeing a repeat of a specific kind of disease or something else decides it's worth it to just start hastening people's deaths so she can examine the bodies and get a better idea of what's going on. Renata is the security person at the hospital, and ends up finding Elise at the wrong time. Elise uses her blood magic to make Renata helpless, and it basically comes down to "you can help me, ignore me, or disappear" for all intents and purposes. Obviously Renata can't just disappear so she ends up lowkey helping. Maybe reluctantly and more due to showing up at the wrong time more than once at first but she ends up helping all the same.

Idea two: Under a cut cause length and cause dark stuff.

Renata as the serial killer and she abducts Elise. Absolutely believes she kills Elise, absolutely enjoys it, absolutely is shocked when Elise the next day is just "So can I leave now?" and is alive. After that Renata starts just... experimenting on Elise. Trying to figure out what will hurt the most, but heal faster or slower. If one thing seems to make Elise more afraid than other things. How far she can push the edge to actually killing Elise without just doing something like dissolving Elise in acid or tossing her through a wood chipper cause "that'd be boring and too easy". At the same time there's also days, or even weeks of just... Renata being friendly, giving Elise food, helping her with her wounds, and the like because she does want Elise to heal fully between "sessions" and she also starts making comments that if it wasn't for Elise she'd have killed at least six other people by now so isn't it lucky Elise is there to suffer in their place?

Optional dark path: Elise gets tired of the pain and suffering and maybe gets something close to stockholm syndrome and just... offers to help Renata. Starts talking about how Renata must be lonely with no one else understanding, or helping, or accepting but Elise can help. So Renata curious to see what happens starts bringing victims down, and getting Elise to help.

#munanswers #elisethetraveller #torture cw