#couldn't stop until it was finished ill be real

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you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

#writeblr #warm up #my dad was actively doing bad shit to us and we STILL were told we were lucky . and to a point i do think im lucky #i just think also there's somethin to be said about like. how about we stop using comparison to dismiss ppls individual struggles #yes there are people who have no perspective. for the reference tho having perspective actually made me really unwilling to get help #for what was a serious and debilitating mental health issue. bc i thought i didnt DESERVE IT #and i would rather have 600 ppl who aren't THAT bad get help and get heard and get seen #than make any 1 kid. do the math that i did: look at the world that is dying and the people who are hurting and say #''oh. okay. others have it worse. they are probably better people than i am. i am being unreasonable. i cannot ask for help #i am not good. i am taking too much space. i am not worth saving.'' #bc our WHOLE lives we are taught a scarcity mindset - that you can 'steal' from someone. so that instead of changing a system that doesn't #actually offer fair support to everyone #we put the impetus on the individual to just... demand less. #and here's something - there are probably ppl who think i DIDNT deserve to get help #bc i DID have it better than other people #and something about that is ... so sickening. bc i think all of us in some way at some point WILL need help. #we were supposed to make communities. we were supposed to offer our hands. we were supposed to raise the barn #instead we said: it could be worse. now handle it yourself

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Scarabia: When They're Sick

Ugh so this one was kind of low key fun to write. I normally have a harder time writing for Scarabia, but thanks to a friend who ships their OC with Kalim it's been a lot more fun writing for him. Honestly all I need are friends who ship their characters with others so I can imagine their OC with said character and we're good to go. Anyway, enough with the rambles, please enjoy!

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Scarabia: When They’re Sick

The Scalding Sands and Night Raven College couldn't be more different in terms of climate and plant life. While Scarabia’s dorm was a safe haven, the members still had to go to classes. Hayfever wasn’t an uncommon thing for the dorm members who came from the Scalding Sands to experience. The bad news about hayfever is that if you don’t properly take care of it, it isn’t uncommon for it to progressively get worse until you actually are sick. Sadly a few members had to learn this the hard way.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim is the last person to know that he’s sick, in all honesty. He can feel that he’s slowing down when he’s getting ill, but doesn’t think anything of it. He just assumes it’s nothing but allergies until he’s suddenly running a high fever and is put on bed rest by Jamil. Even while sick though, he’s still trying to get up and do things. He cannot sit still for long, so waiting in his room until he’s magically feeling better is a nightmare process for him.

The moment you offer to help him out, he’s thanking you and is over the top in gratuity. He might be five seconds from fainting due to the fever, but that won’t stop him from trying to hug you. Jamil is going to have to assist in carrying him back to his bed. The only reason you’re even allowed to help out is because Jamil knows that Kalim will listen to you if you tell him he needs to stay in bed. Kalim listens to Jamil sometimes, but when it comes to you, he becomes an obedient puppy who’s ready to please. You tell him to sit in his bed and rest and he will, as long as you promise not to leave.

Be prepared to have a very pouty boy on your hands the moment you tell him it’s time to take medicine. He doesn’t like the way it coats his mouth and leaves an aftertaste, so he’s not a fan. Of course he’ll take it if you ask him to, but he’s going to be staring at you with big eyes pleading for you to say “Never mind.” Don’t let him fool you, be stern and he’ll take it. He will be making grabby hands for some water after though, so make sure you have it on hand.

Let’s be real, Jamil is making all the meals no matter what. The boy could be on death’s door and he’d still make Kalim something to eat. So really meal times are just you sitting on the bed with Kalim with a large assortment of hand selected meals to help Kalim feel better, and Kalim telling you to open wide so he can feed you some. You’ll need to remind him that the food is for him and not you, but he swears up and down Jamil made so much that you guys can share. Just don’t use the same spoon as him if you don’t want to end up in his position.

Kalim recovers pretty fast from illnesses, so give him two days and he’s jumping off the walls again, ready to do anything. He’s going to be wanting to throw a party since he’s been so bored the past few days, and wants to dedicate it to you. Either turn him down nicely and insist perhaps after a while and he’s fully recovered you can, or just go with it. You might be needing to write an apology letter to Jamil for the party that will inevitably happen. Poor man just finished nursing Kalim to health alongside you, and is now being thrusted into making and hosting a party.

Jamil Viper

Jamil refuses to acknowledge that he’s sick and will try and pretend like he isn’t. He will have to be on the verge of collapsing in order for him to decide perhaps he does need to take a break. Even then, the stress of not being there for Kalim is going to make recovery a lot harder. He needs to relax, yet all he can do is stress himself out about Kalim possibly getting poisoned while he’s sick, and then news getting back to his family back home.

Jamil won’t be asking for help at all, so you’ll have to kind of force him to let you help out. He is grateful, of course, but he’s not used to being on the receiving end of this kind of transaction. He’ll still be trying to do everything himself and you’ll need to remind him several times that the only job he has right now is getting better. He trusts you though and will be able to rest easy after you assure him that you can help take care of Kalim and make sure the boy doesn’t somehow kill himself in the few days it takes for him to recover.

Jamil will take any medicine without complaint. He knows it’s needed to feel better, and anything that helps speed up the process is needed. The only thing is he’ll be a bit feverish and not remember what times he needs to take what, so that’s where you come in. You’ll basically be waking him up from his sleep with either pills and some water, or a small cup of liquid medication for him to take. This is all he really needs and he’s so thankful to have you keeping track for him.

He’s used to eating whatever he makes, so having someone cook for him is a pleasant change of pace. He honestly prefers simpler dishes when sick since he can’t taste all that well, so some chicken noodle soup is his favorite. Add a few spices if you want, but he probably won’t notice. He might ask you to make it again when he’s better so he can properly have something you make; take this as a huge compliment. He might even get a recipe from you if you make it differently than others in this world.

He’s getting right back to his routine the moment he’s better, but he will be sweeter to you. Giving you kinder smiles and a small thank you as well. He might even invite you over to have dinner with him sometime so he can take care of you for the evening as a thank you. He isn’t used to someone outside of his family really giving a damn when he’s sick. Sure Kalim tries, but there’s no way that Jamil could ask Kalim to take care of him, even if the boy really wants to.

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Family Vacation

dbf!Santiago "Pope" Garcia X f!Reader

Summary:

You end up on a family vacation and your dad's best friend tagged along. When he finally makes his move, you couldn't be more ready.

Tags/Warnings:

NSFW, reader is commando, age gap (both adults), reader is 20+, p in v creampie, dbf!Santi, forbidden relationship, risky sex, semi-public sex, public sex, sneaky sex.

Word Count: 1.5k

The story about how you started sleeping with your dad’s best friend is a simple one. Santiago Garcia was obsessed with you. He finally decided he’d had enough during your family vacation that he’d been invited to join you all at a beach house rental for the week. You’d made a habit of wearing nothing but a skirt and a tank top for most of the week; opting out of panties the majority of the time, and leaving your bra in your hamper in the early morning and late evenings.

Until that vacation, he’d managed to avoid making any real moves on you, despite the stolen glances and obvious tension that had been building between you both for months. When Santi would come over to your dad’s for dinner some nights, he would sometimes brush against you ‘accidentally’ in tight spaces, not making an effort to hide his erection. You weren’t innocent either. Oftentimes you would sit inappropriately close to him during football Sunday. It was too much for you both though, being in that beach house together for an entire week. The feelings you’d both been repressing were surfacing quickly, and neither of you were going to try and stop it.

The first time he had you was after breakfast on the second day of the vacation. Your family took off to go do various activities while you fell “inexplicably ill”. Was it the sushi from last night? Or was it a stomach bug? It didn’t matter, Santi had caught on to your little lie and made his own excuse to hang back.

“You know, you’re not very convincing.” Santi said, putting a hand on the other side of your head in the hallway right by your room.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you were being playful, giving him a coy smirk.

“Of course you don’t.” He leaned in and started kissing you roughly, pained guilt clear with every pass of his lips over yours.

No matter how guilty he felt, he couldn’t resist the teasing anymore. You were too deliciously tantalizing to him, a forbidden fruit, and he wanted you more than he could bear. One of his large hands cupped your cheek, pulling you in deeper. You grabbed the fabric of his shirt just before splaying your hands over his abdomen. He groaned into you, entangling his tongue with yours. You felt his erection prodding against your leg.

“No one has to know Santi. I’m ready for you, always.” You stared at his eyes longingly, “did you know I never wear panties?”

He gave you a smirk with his lips pressed together tightly. He always got a little grumpy when you teased him, despite it being one of his favorite things you did. You always had this cute look in your eye when you thought you were being sly.

“Oh I know. You know I know. I see the way you look at me hermosa, when you bend down and no one else is looking. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are.”

“Who said I’m trying to be sneaky?”

Oops, too sassy.

Santi had you face down in the bed, skirt bunched up around your waist within minutes while he filled you with his thick cock. He was leaning over you, large hand on the back of your head while he fucked into you relentlessly. You were crying and drooling, begging for him to go harder and fill you up.

“Your dad know what a little whore you are? Hm?” He said before leaving a harsh smack against your ass cheek.

Santi came inside of you, not even bothering to make sure you were on the pill, which, thankfully you were. That night at dinner, he was sitting next to you, and sticking his fingers between your legs at the dining table. No one else seemed to notice when he started teasing your clit, and you were forced to keep a straight face in front of everyone there.

He didn’t finish you off either…of course he didn’t. He wanted to make sure you were good and needy when you had to take care of yourself later that night. He could hear you from the other side of the wall where he was sleeping, making your small little whining whimpers until you were gasping and satisfied; as satisfied as you could be with your own hands versus his.

It went on like that for a good portion of the week. Santi would take you wherever and whenever he could. You left the panties off permanently now, just so he could have his way with you at any given moment. And oh he did.

By the fourth day of the trip, your poor cunt was sore and swollen, but it didn’t stop Santi from stealing a moment with you at the dryer. He’d just come back from golf with your father, who was heading for a shower, and Santi was coming in behind you while you were switching over the laundry. Half of your body was in the dryer when one of his hands trekked over your rear.

“Been thinking about you all day sweetheart.” He said, quickly pulling down his pants and sliding your skirt up. “What the hell are those?”

You’d worn panties, knowing your father would be coming back with Santi. You didn’t want to risk being bent over when your dad might see you without something to cover yourself. Santi grumbled and hooked a single finger in the band of your panties, right over your ass cheek.

“What the fuck are you wearing these for? You all done with me? Hm?”  He squeezed the meat of your thigh.

“N-no I just didn’t want my dad to notice by accident.” You tried to turn and face him, but you were stuck in the dryer still, and he wasn’t letting you move.

“So you’re wanting to act like a fuckin’ prude all of a sudden hermosa? Get these fucking…”

Santi used both hands to tug on the fabric. He grunted and you felt them tear, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool air. He didn’t wait any longer before dragging the tip of his cock between your pussy lips, soaking it in your juices and then thrusting into you full to the hilt. You dropped your hands onto the clean clothes in front of you for stability. Santi was merciless on your hole, pounding into you with vigor while your cries filled the barrel of the dryer.

“Can’t believe you wore panties, don’t wanna see you wearing those again.”

It wasn’t a request, and you weren’t going to argue with the man who made you gush over his fat cock within minutes of stuffing himself into you.

It was impossible to comply when you were swimming in the pool at midnight though. Your family had gone to bed and Santi was in the hot tub. You had to wear bikini bottoms, despite his orders to not wear panties. You couldn’t very well swim naked around your family. You made your way to join him once you were sure everyone was fast asleep. You straddled yourself on either side of his thighs.

He hummed, looking you up and down, “so needy aren’t you? Didn’t you get enough earlier?” He teased while squeezing your hips.

You leaned into him. He reached both hands up to your back, pulling your chest into his face and placing a kiss on your sternum. He moaned into you before turning his eyes up to meet with yours. You felt him pull his swim trunks down his thighs before undoing the string on your bottoms.

“What are you going to say if your dad comes down here, hm?” Santi’s hands returned to your hips to guide you over his cock.

You lowered yourself on him, immediately feeling your cunt clench over his girth.

“Gonna tell him whatever you want, Santi.”

A rumble rolled through his chest while you started riding him. Something about the water made it feel even better. He was hitting you so deep you started to feel weak almost immediately. You rocked into him, again, to which he pulled the fabric of your bikini top aside to suck on your nipple.

“You’re so tight baby, fuck,” he said between his teeth while he clenched them over your peaked breast. “So goddamn wet too.”

“Been thinking about you since earlier Santi…wanted you so bad.”

Santi didn’t last long and neither did you. He was filling you once again with hot cum while you became a trembling mess in your own orgasm. That night Santi kissed you and asked you to sit with him in the tub for a little while longer. You both had agreed that you wouldn’t catch feelings, but it would seem that was becoming more and more difficult as the week went on. When the vacation was over, and it was time for Santi to go back to his own house, you were feeling a small pang in your chest whenever he crossed your mind. You damned yourself for it. You actually missed him.

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Why Ophelia Couldn't Leave - By Samoh (9.5/10)

A woman worthy of obsession. Lots of stories about obsession are missing this key element. Our heroine is damaged by unforgivable crimes and an unbearable codependent relationship, but she remains a sympathetic character. The romance itself is morally grey from start to finish, but it is well deserved. Ophelia does deserve to be happy. The man she loves believes that too.

Isolde.

The social butterfly. A beauty that loses interest easily. She vanishes with the wind. Somehow, she keeps marrying upward. Her husbands keep dying, but men keep flocking to her.

Isolde has one child. Ophelia, who was borne with her first dead husband. Isolde is a greedy woman who cares nothing for love. She just wants more. Isolde was born the daughter of a farmer. Her father tried to sell her to an old landlord for cash. Isolde learned how to process plants into poison, and her story began. When her first husband died she got sympathy. Some invitations. Then another, richer husband. That wasn't enough. Isolde is all desire and no emotion. Ophelia is terrified of her, but she loves her mother because she has no one else. Her mother isolated her and used her as a tool to assist in the poison murders. Ophelia is excellent at burning evidence, because she is a mage. She's untrained, but she has a massive amount of magic. When she uses it it's dangerous, and it can injure her. Isolde obviously never cared. Having a convenient daughter helped her get more money. That was all that ever mattered to her.

Ophelia can't accept that.

Then, she meets Baroness Blanche. Blanche is a lovely woman. The only real and normal mother Ophelia ever had. Isolde wanted to marry her husband. Her husband did not love her. It was a political marriage. So when Blanche fell ill he didn't care. Blanche and Isolde were "best friends". Blanche trusted them and smiled for her until the end, where she died of sepsis.

Then, Ophelia tries to turn against her mother. Blanche was not a horny idiot undeserving of pity. She was a good person who did nothing wrong. Ophelia confronts her murderous mother, and tells her the next marriage has to be her last.

Isolde meets a Duke. Their controversial marriage is fiery, but it takes a very short amount of time for Isolde to grow bored of the Duke. Isolde is getting sloppy. Cruel. She's starting to enjoy the murder too much. Isolde even tries to kill the Dukes son, Alexander, with poisoned medicine when he gets the flu.

It's the final straw.

Ophelia has a crush on Alexander. Her brother through her fourth stepfather. She has had enough. She loves her mother so much, but she also knows Isolde is a monster. A monster who only keeps her alive because of her useful magic.

Ophelia uses her magic to plant an invisible bomb in Isolde's honeymoon carriage, and it's over. She intends to leave the mansion and repent in the holy land forever. The Duke's family slaps her around because they want power, and Ophelia is just an adopted daughter...but Alexander protects her.

He stops her and says he needs her. She is an adult. He needs three years of her time. After he is of age his family will have no claim over his wealth. It's a reasonable request, and Ophelia has nowhere to go. She stays.

A maid named Henrietta is madly in love with Alexander. She is from a fallen noble family and she has magic. She is so obsessed that she messed with the wheels on the honeymoon carriage, to kill Isolde. In order to get rid of Ophelia. Everyone with eyes knows that Alexander is in love with Ophelia. He instinctively follows her around the mansion. Henrietta gave up her chance to go to private magic school because she wanted to stay close to Alexander. She has even tried to seduce him in a nightgown multiple times. She can't take a hint.

Ophelia says Henrietta can have him after the three years are up. Henrietta is too jealous though. She can't bear to watch Alexander fawn over Ophelia, so the drama gets crazy.

Years pass. Ophelia is an insane beauty. She has completely dominated Henrietta. Alexander is still trying to seduce her, but her heart is closed. She is only helping him because she feels terrible about killing his father. It was the only way to get rid of her mother for sure, and she was also blinded by rage. She knows she owes Alexander, so she remains the adult guardian of the household.

Alexander is 19, and very close to being a real force in the political world.

He always reads books about children killing their parents. He knows Ophelia killed his dad. He doesn't know why, but he's too crazy to care. He doesn't care about anything but Ophelia. He uses Henrietta like a rag, even though he knows she loves him and gave up her future for him. When Henrietta dies he straight up doesn't give a shit. Henrietta tells him she messed with the carriage to get his attention, but he knows she's not the culprit.

He ignores her until the bitter end.

Who killed Henrietta?

This guy. He's in investigator from the Imperial Family, who has proof that the deadly crash was no accident. Wait! No he isn't. He's a fraud. Cain is the son of Isolde's second husband. He was abandoned by his mother, but his father Cameron came for him. His father gave him love and money. Cameron was saved from orphanage life. Then, Cameron married a beauty. This is where we learn the truth. Isolde was a great actress, but she deserves no pity. Cameron loved his illegitimate son. He searched for the boy even after the woman he slept with abandoned him. Isolde poisoned Cameron, and she banished Cain from his own home. Cain had to play hide and seek in his own home after Isolde got it in the will. Cameron cursed Isolde as he died, because his beloved had...for some awful reason...chosen to cast out his very young son. Cain grew up on the streets. He played with Ophelia in secret for a while, before Isolde chased him away for good. Cain wants Ophelia to suffer, because she's rich and happy with a Duke. He had to live on the streets after he watched his father die. That is pretty unfair. When he strangles Ophelia in her bed she burns half of his face off, and they fight.

Ophelia wants closure. She's sorry for what she did for her mother. None of it was worth it. She wants to kill Cain with her own hands. He's a pretty scummy criminal with a sad past, who was definitely going to torture her. The boy she met is gone. When he's on the ground Alexander stops her....so he can do the deed. He noticed that Cain seemed attached to Ophelia. He's been waiting for a chance to kill the annoying pest.

Also. He doesn't want Ophelia to use magic. He wants to blame all of the crimes on Henrietta. For that to happen Ophelia has to continue pretending that she isn't a mage. Ophelia sort of wants that too. She has raw power, but she's not super skilled with it and it's connected with all of her trauma.

She confesses that she fell for her mother's angelic lie. She doesn't know if she'll ever accept the fact that her mother definitely saw her as a tool. Killing her was the right choice, but the Duke dying by her side was tragic.

Alexander admits he will not change. He didn’t know that his love was love at first, because it was so abnormal. Ophelia has the ability to charm, like her mother. Alexander is extra jealous because he knows other mad men will lust over Ophelia in the future. He thanks her for saving his life (remember, Isolde was going to poison him.) He even tries to empathize. He recognizes that Blanche was her real mother, and the reason why she became a better person. He respects her and loves her.

They live happily ever after and Alexander probably kills a bunch of her admirers in the future.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Why Ophelia Couldn't Leave

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-> 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘, 𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

vance hopper x reader

-> you and vance finally hang out and your relationship starts to blossom!!

-> thanks for sm appreciation on the first part!! it was my first fanfic and everyone was super nice ab it tysm 😞🙏 ALSO, i don't know where vance lives so bare with me and pretend he lives in a cul-de-sac (idk directions that well either IM SO SORRY ILL DO BETTER NEXT FIC I PROMISE) 😞🤘

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vance liked you, a lot more than he's willing to admit to anyone, even himself. he occasionally glanced at you while playing the pinball machine he loved so much. sometimes you'd make eye contact and he'd look back at the game instantly. not even watching the ball inside of the game but away, elsewhere so he couldn't look back at you. god emotions were horrible; he thought. he repeatedly pressed the buttons on the side of the machine until you spoke.

"want to go get shakes later?" you asked, fiddling with the bracelets on your arm a little.

"i guess, i'm not doing anything else." he responded, although his tone was mellow and annoyed, he really did want to hang out with you. he just didn't want to show it, his vulnerability that is.

"alright then, i'll meet you here again at like 4:30, my mom needs me to help with dinner."

he nodded his head and you left the building, leaving only the memory of you standing next to him. he rolled his eyes, making a weak attempt and pretending to not care. he hated that every time you left he felt so happy and grossly obsessed with every interaction you've had with each other, whether it be something simple or complex conversations about whatever. he cared so much it was so annoying to him.

while overthinking he missed the button and the shiny grey ball placed in the machine fell back into the hole. he punched the side of the machine, causing the few people in the store to jump at the sudden noise. with no money left he had no choice but to leave. he walked home all pissed until he saw the front of your home, where you were doing yard work (thanks to your mom).

he's been to your house a few times, although most of the time you two just lounged in your living room watching shitty movies he'd complain about later. however, despite this he still came over every saturday when your parents weren't home to watch them with you.

"vance!! hello—!?" you waved, snapping him out of his daydreams.

he scoffed as he walked across the street towards the gray fence that separated your home and the empty sidewalk. he leaned up against the rusty metal and watched as you finished raking the leaves out front. you both talked again, vance seemed more relaxed however. he didn’t really have a reason to be mad out here, well not anymore at least.

“mm’ anyway it’s almost 4:30, let’s go.” he started walking away despite you yelling at him to wait. he stopped near a corner and waited for you to catch up. you stood by his side as you both were on the way to the local diner. the diner wasn't perfect, but at least they had good shakes.

you got a booth and you both sat and talked while waiting for the server. discussing topics like school, homework, weather, and anything and everything that came to mind. you smiled and vance almost reciprocated it, almost. the waiter came over and handed you both what you ordered, a strawberry milkshake for you, and a vanilla one for vance, because he's basic like that. well, that's what you called him, he could careless.

"but how are your grades doing? i think you ditched the last two days right?"

"i was sick."

"oh, like, for real?"

"yes." he blankly stared at you, his eyebrow raised slightly. based on his expression alone you can tell he thought you were an idiot. you laughed, hard, harder than you probably should've. his expression itself was hilarious but the fact that vance actually gets sick sent you over the edge.

"what are you laughing at?? what's so funny??" he asked, demanding an answer from you. his face blushed red as he looked away from you, but his angered expression slowly diminished as he watched you slowly calm down from your laughing/coughing fit. he glanced at you as your arm held your stomach, still coughing a bit in your hand.

"uhm— ahem, okay. uh, how's your shake?"

"is that all you have to ask after almost dying? i was about to bury your ass in the back of the restaurant."

"if i did die would you come to my funeral?"

"no." he threw a five dollar bill on the table. "let's go, m' tired of this place."

"already? we were there for like ten minutes." you joked, walking with him out of the door, the bells atop the door ringing as you both walked out.

"ten minutes too long." he groaned, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face. "i can't fucking stand being in one place too long."

"you don't seem to mind standing in front a machine for over three hours."

"it's different, idiot."

"sure." you said, as you guys went towards, presumably, vance's home, it went quiet. not the awkward kind of quiet like the first time you met but the content kind of quiet, the enjoying each other's presence kind of quiet. vance noticed you eyeing his hand every three seconds, he would've scoffed if he wasn't endlessly in love with you.

besides, there wasn't anyone around so. . . before you rounded another block towards the cul-de-sac, he grabbed your hand and enveloped your fingers together. five minutes passed and you followed him into his house. this is probably the second time you've been here, might as well be the first because the first time you came you waited outside.

"well, i'm gonna get going now. um, i'll see you tomorrow." you waved, finally letting go as his hand as you walked out the front door.

"oh, yeah, okay, bye. cya' tomorrow i guess." he responded, watching you close the front door. his heart was pounding in his chest, vance almost panicked because he thought he was having a heart attack, but it was just stupid emotions. maybe it wasn't so bad, he didn't mind having emotions at that moment, especially if they were for you.

"so, you gonna tell me who that is?"

"MA'—?"

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CHAPTER 2

PAIRING: Yunjin x gn reader, Hyunjin x gn reader

GENRE: supernatural au, fluff, angst, creepy themes, romance

SUMMARY: You've been having dreams of two human-like people calling out to you behind a golden door. When you meet them in real life they are different but also extremely different to what you imagined. Now you are faced with a choice that could determine the trajectory of something huge, but are you able to. The choice, of what happens behind that door rests in your hands.

AN: i am so so so sorry for the more than a month delay. i was busy with exams and lost my motivation to write. but I'm back with this chapter and promise to update more often. also feel free to send me requests for other fics you would like.

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“Run” a small voice in the back of your head whispered. You want to run. But something was stopping you. You tried to convince yourself that it was because you were dedicated to your job, but how true was that? Was it, not the fact that the beautiful faces in front of you were calling you in a way you couldn't explain, or the fact that the golden door flashed on your mind when they looked at you?

“Hello, to the both of you. I’m the photographer and person in charge of the shoot” you told them before guiding them to the stylist where they would finish getting ready for the shoot. They changed into the outfits you selected for today's shoot and moved them over to the set to start the shoot. 

It was truly the most amazing photoshoot you had ever done. Yunjin and Hyunjin were the nicest most beautiful people you had ever worked with and you almost forgot that they were in your dreams. They captured the essence of the shoot in a so beautiful way you shed a tear. In the final few poses, the way that they looked at you was so intense that you felt as if you were like prey to them.

After you finished the shoot, they went back to change into their regular clothes. Once they left your sight, you sank to the ground hand over your suddenly palpitating heart. Your amazement and shock rapidly changed to fear. What if they were the people in your dreams? They had never done anything wrong in your dreams but you knew that there was something evil stirring behind those eyes. You had to leave before they came back, not just to hide away from them for a while but also to calm yourself down before your co-workers saw you. You got up, brushed off the dust on your clothes and walked towards the door, by which your bag was hanging.

Right as you picked up your bag, you felt a hand on your shoulder and a soft voice whispered into your ear. “That was an amazing shoot yn, one of the best I've ever had. I would love to thank you personally if you don't mind before the shoot tomorrow,” Yunjin said as you turned to face her. Before the rational part of your brain could even comprehend the situation, you blurted out a yes. “Wonderful. I have your number from the mail i was sent before the shoot. Ill send you the details when I get home beautiful,” she said before winking at you and walking towards Hyunjin.

You had to use all your willpower to not slap yourself. What had happened to the part of your brain that was telling you to stay away from them? You were supposed to avoid them until you were sure who they were. But unfortunately, the rational and logical side of your brain seemed to disappear when a pretty woman spoke to you. Guess there was no way out of this.

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[light-lanterne]

been thinking about an odd game, so naturally an au idea has emerged ~

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au where mike died shortly after birth. a terrible mistake; a tragedy, one that was never meant to occur.

but it did and, when mike first opened his eyes after his demise, he found himself in a forest of sorts. unnatural. strange. it wasn't a real forest from our world, but instead part of a limbo where souls end up before moving on to "the other side".

and that's where he met him. another child, two,,, maybe three years old, at most. he'd been sitting in a badly-built pillow fort, crayons in hand as if he'd been colouring something, eyes wide as he scanned the crying form that was mike because he had not expected anyone to find him there. the forest was always empty, after all; souls came and went without really stopping for any amount of time.

but mike had, somehow, and will had no idea what to do. he was only a child, after all. a kid who'd been born like all others except, upon birth, the universe had bestowed him with a terrible curse: somehow, sometime, without his permission or his desire, will would bring upon the apocalypse to our whole world.

and he knew it would happen. will had already accepted his monstrous purpose; had accepted the inevitability of it all. but just like he knew this, will knew that day was far away.

for now, he was only a kid and for some reason, he was now stuck with a crying baby who'd gotten lost on his way to the other side. and will knew he should send mike off on his way. correct his course, make sure he reached the land of the dead without any further diversions.

but he couldn't. how could he let such a cute baby die ? what the universe had done to him was cruel, vexing him like that, and so was letting this little kid just,,, go.

,,,so will sent him back to the land of the living. gave him another chance and, in the process, set two important processes in motion:

first, he connected his own fate to mike's. like tree branches that had grown too close to each other, like entangled cables that were impossible to separate. they grew up together despite the physical distance between them, they met in their forest within dreams and spoke for hours on end. from little kids who'd embrace each other after their horrible nightmares and premonitions, to young adults desperately trying to find a way to free will of his curse. they became soulmates, together forever or until the bitter end.

,,,which was going to happen soon, because by bringing mike to life, by breaking the biggest law of life, will connected the world of the living with that of the dead. thousands died in an instant, millions followed when war, hunger and illness broke loose. lost souls became unable to find rest and sought to drag the living with them, governments decided to limit their "food supply" by exterminating nearly all life by themselves.

will had, effectively, started the apocalypse without meaning to, and the worst had yet to come.

so he and mike made a promise: they'd try to limit the damage as best as they could, save as many good people as they were able to and, if they failed, they'd at least stay together until the universe had enough and finished what will had started.

and truth be told, as perverse and horrible as it was, will almost hoped the end came soon. he didn't care about saving the humans who'd brought forth most of their misery upon themselves; didn't care about saving the people who'd caused mike's initial demise, and were still so cruel to them both. all he cared about was staying with his best friend and enjoying as much time as they could together. move on with their life and embrace each other on a daily basis until the heat was too much and they couldn't look away from the meteors that'd bring them certain death.

all he cared about was being with mike.

forever, or until the bitter end.

- the end -

(inspired by that weird little game, death stranding. i'm still not sure i understand it all but i quite enjoyed it when i watched the playthrough and i thought it'd be fun to make will into the "extinction event" ~ for those who know the game, please imagine henry as higgs :O )

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[dailydose-ofme]

JUST ONE GAME

Heartstopper sister series. Part 3

Again a special thanks to @people594 your amazing and I really appreciate all your comment. For some reason I can't reply to them só ill do them on here instead. Love you x

"Nick!" The older boy looked up from his phone and sat up more in his bed. "Nick!" Eloise replied again. Panic stired inside of him until that abrubtly stopped when the younger girl burst in his room with a huge smile on her face. Nick relaxed. "What is it?" Eloise let out a chorus of exited giggles. Nick couldn't help but join it. "Ella, just tell me what's gotten you so giggly" Eloise straightened up and cleared her throat. "Nick.." He raised his eyebrows as to say to go on. "Can you teach me how to play rugby" She said really quickly.

Nick had never been so happy to be asked something before. He just leaped of his bed and wrapped his arms around her. "Nick" eloise groaned. "I thought you'd never ask" He spun her around.

"First rule of playing rugby..." Nick started as the two siblings walked across the park. "Is that you are always fully aware of your surroundings" Eloise nodded eagerly, ready to learn. Nick smiled at her in return. He couldn't have been more happier that his super wanted to play, taking after his footsteps. But one thing did keep clawing at him. Why all of a sudden does she want to play rugby?

"Right, let's start with-" but before nick finished, hewas cut off by eloise being tackled to the ground. "Charlie!" Eloise Shouted after grabbing nicks offering hand infront of her and pulled her up. "What are you doing here?" "Well nick and I thought that i could come and help. He texted me." Nick smiled at charlie and charlie mirrord. "okay love birds, lets go"

They played for hours, tossing the ball, tackling, running.

"Tackle him Ella! Tackle! Tackle! Ha! Charlie your out!!!" Nick cheered. "She cheated!" The curly haired boy protested. "I did not!" The girls mouth shot open in disagreement. Without thinking she charged at him and they both fell to the ground. Nick jogged over to them and cheered. "Good job Lou! Your a pro."

The three sat down on the grass together. Lou occasionally picking up daises and making a daisy chain. Nick watched her and how she was so gentle so she wouldn't break the grass in the process. How could such a gentle girl want to play a rough sport. He almost regretted his decision about letting her play incase she got hurt. Eloise was somewhat fragile anyway. Fragile physiche and mind.

The question that was previously on his mind popped up again. He decided he should put his mind at bay.

"Lou?" She turned to look at him. "Why do you want to play rugby all of a sudden?" She looked at him blankly. "I-I mean it doesn't really look like your kind of thing. Well it isn't your kind of thing. I mean it's great you want to and your good at it. But you've never been interested in it before?" Charlie also turned to look at her. "I think it looks fun, I wanted a change" she replied. Nick took a deep breathe. "But that's not it though, is it?" He said rather sternly, but not to harsh. The small brunette girl and the taller curly haired boy looked at Nick in a stunned way. "I know you ella, more than you think I do. And I know that "because its fun" isn't the real reason. Talk to me. I'm here so talk to me"

Eloise took a shaky breathe. "I'm scared nick. I-Ive heard stories-" Nick cut her off. "What kind of stories lou?" Nick was worried, very worried and he was going to get to the bottom of it. "About boys- saying- doing things they shouldn't" Nick and Charlie listened to every word. "You know none of that will never ever happen to you. I won't let it" Nick moved closer towards her. "You don't know that" Nick was in shock. Almost in pain that his sister has to live in endless fear of that something might happen and he can't change that. And that made him feel useless and he wasn't doing enough has a big brother. "You don't know that. Anything could happen. It may not have happend yet, I m just scared. I-I don't know, I guess I just wanted to be prepared, it's stupid and I'm sorry." Eloise looked down, blinking away a few tears. A chorus on "no no no's" filled her ears. "It's not stupid, don't say that. None of us will let anything happen you, we swear on our lives." Eloise felt someone hold her hand. Charlie. He smiled at her and smiled gratefully in return. "Thankyou guys" The two older boys wrapped her in a hug and sat in silence for a while until it was time to go home.

That night before nick went to bed, he peeked through his sisters bedroom door to see her fast asleep in her purple coded themed room. He crept in and fixed the covers a bit more so she wouldn't get cold. She looked peacefully and fear-free. And he swore an oath that night to keep her that way.

Sorry its short! Thankyou for reading and thanks for the support! If anyone has any requests then please comment. If you are unable too heres me insta @ incase that's the only way to contact me (Alliebowerman). Just drop me a message!

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[sunset-peril]

Guilty as Ganon

She couldn't figure it out fast enough to save her own face, or Link's for that matter.

Rhoam wanted her to confess, in front of all these people, what she had done. He wanted her to submit herself for a public condemnation provided by her own father.

And what a father he had been to her. 

Had Rhoam actually been what he needed to be, Zelda determined after her witch trial was all over, none of this wouldn't have happened. 

She was upset. Okay, upset was an understatement. 

She was downright, undeniably, worthy of all the Gerudo profanity she knew, furious. And in her mind, she had every right to be. She knew what she had done, and the Goddess whom she had gotten ill for time and time again (yet still had somehow ignored her dedication) egged her on to do such a thing as if it was the last piece to finally unlocking the power that she'd lost everything for. And if it were that last step, then condemn the Golden Goddesses above she was going to do it! 

Did Father seek to gain anything by making me look more unworthy for the throne that no one else is able to inherit? By Naryu's name, what could it ever be? By defacing her, a descendant of Hylia and Link, Hylia's hero chosen over and over again, Rhoam was only asking for his kingdom to burn. 

The armor grabbed tight at her waist, worse than that cursed formal dress, but she feared about as much as she fumed.

"And why is that?" Zelda's fists grew tense as the sound of his voice in her mind. "What is more important than training to awaken the power to save all of Hyrule? Do you, Zelda, want Hyrule to burn to ashes along with all its people?"

She wanted to bash that head in over and over again, screaming profanities that matched or exceeded the ones he and the court used to describe her. 

These feelings weren't hers, she tried to convince herself at the beginning. But they were, oh so real, as real as the persistent enduring ache deep in her stomach, belonging solely to her scarred and tattered soul.

It had been so long, if ever, since she had smoldered with such fury. She wanted to let it all out on the person who had deserved it most over these past ten years.

Urbosa had taught her ways to cope with such turbulent emotions, but the one that worked the best was unusable. Whenever she got debilitated by the feelings harbored in her soul, she would always head down to the Noble Canteen for a drink known as a Valiant Cause, which was the exact same thing as the famous Noble Pursuit but minus the alcohol. It didn't exist on the menu, but the bartender began to serve it when Urbosa took Zelda in following her mother's untimely death. Now, with the small but undeniable round in her stomach, she was instantly denied access from the bar without a second glance or eloquent argument. 

"Gerudo law prohibits pregnant vai from any form of access to adult beverages or establishments." That same bartender nearly snapped at her, not even rising from the main desk. "I think of all vai, you should know that, hmm? Come back after you've finished nursing."

The words didn't frustrate her as much as the fact that Zelda's coping mechanisms were vanishing into thin air. She needed something material to work through, whether that was an ancient robot or a nearly frozen fruit punch. She used these material things because she felt like it was unfair that Link was always having to fix her problems, and without them it seemed like he was having to stop more meltdowns than ever before. Most were from her raging hormones, which caused mood swings so bizarre that the emotions came and went before she could even realize their presence. 

She missed Link… 

The poor boy was in the Lockup until Hylia-knows-when. 

Rhoam had sentenced him there until proof of his legal marriage to Zelda was provided. If it became clear that Zelda was pregnant outside of a marriage bond, he'd be sent to the Castle Town Prison for the rest of his days. If the records showed that he was married to her, then no punishment could be done. A member of the Royal Family is above the law after all. 

Sweet Hylia, Zelda wanted a hug. She was balancing on a fence of unbridled violence, but she wanted a hug so badly. 

She couldn't take it any longer. She nearly flew into a standing position, checking to make sure the armor still adequately protected her growing baby from any conflict she might encounter, and headed towards the Lockup.

"Link!" She softly called into the cell, three heads turned. 

"Zelda?!" Link cried, stumbling to his knees. "You're not supposed to be here!"

"Hey, it's the Princess!" Another voice called. 

"How are you?"

Link reached through the bars to stroke her face. "I'm fine. You've gotta get out of here. You're not supposed to be down here."

"I'm not leaving. Not yet. I miss you." 

"I miss you too. But it will be okay, Urbosa will provide everything His Majesty wants." 

Zelda aggressively kissed his lips, the others in the cell jumped back in surprise. 

They had known Link was in the Lockup for an improper relationship with the Princess, but seeing her return such ways sent them reeling. Did she initiate the relationship? Was it all her idea? Why was she so upset that he was down there? 

Link tore back for air, Zelda's face seemed like her heart was about to break. "Zelda… please, it's alright. I'll be out soon… But this, this isn't healthy for you."

"Neither of us are alright! We need you!" 

"I can't stop anyone if they react to you being down here. Please… go back to where you're supposed to be… it's safer that way… just for a little while…" He held onto her hand, brushing over her knuckles. 

"I-I can't…" Zelda's voice swung in and out of her controllable range. Her body flopped down onto its side. 

Link's breath caught in his throat as his eyes failed to find the bulge in her stomach. Where was his child? 

She wasn't breathing deep, all her breaths were quick and shallow. He snuck a hand down onto the metal covering her stomach, only then did he find her trapped bump. 

"It hurts… but it's the only thing that feels safe… with this… they can't hurt me as much."

This was enough to put him over. He wanted to rip the bars of the Lockup open and pull her close. He wanted to rip that tight armor off her and replace it with a loose, comforting dress. "Urbosa said she'd be back within forty-eight hours." His voice had become stale. "This will all be over soon…" 

“But…”

“Go. Now.” He rubbed her stomach for a few seconds before pulling away. “Stay with Impa, or Urbosa once she gets back. You don’t have to be alone, you just can't be here.” 

She nearly threw herself against the bars. "Link!" Tears began to pour down her face. "Don't leave me alone… please." 

Link ripped off his white undershirt, lovingly crafted by his late mother, and slipped it to Zelda. "Here… Tide yourself over with this…"

She brought it up to her nose and verified that it smelled like him. "But, Link…"

"You're my wife… what's mine is yours. And besides, you need it more than I do right now. You can give it back when this is all over. Now please go. I trust Impa to take care of you."

"Okay… just promise me you'll come back."

"I have, several times… but I promise again. I'm coming back." 

Zelda clutched his shirt to her chest and jogged back out of the Lockup. 

His cellmates crept up to where he was. "What was all that about?" 

Link slipped the Champion's Tunic back on. "Just doing what I need to do."

"Why would you promise her that you're getting out of here? How could you?" 

"Because we're married." He waited for the gasps to die down. "Once Gerudo Chief Urbosa brings all the proof of our legal marriage before the King, he'll have no choice but to set me free." He looked down at his anklet. 

"So… we're locked up in here with… our prince?"

"Pretty much."

"B-But how did you legally marry Princess Zelda? If King Rhoam had already banned such a relationship, how could you be so confident that it will stand binding in front of him?"

Link chuckled. "Oh, that's a long, convoluted story. But we have time, so let me tell you."

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"Princess! There you are!" Impa ran up to Zelda in the hallways of the castle. Where on Hylia's blessed land have you been?" 

Zelda began to cry again, snuggling her face into Link's shirt. 

"Princess, it's okay… it's okay…" She smelled Link on the fabric. "Wait. Where did you get this?" She tried to touch it, but Zelda stubbornly protected it. Impa's voice firmed accusingly. "You went and saw him!"

Her sobs became louder, she held one hand on her stomach and the other held the fabric to her chest. "I had to! I need him!"

Impa's anger dropped away. "Princess Zelda…" She stroked her shoulder gently. "It will be okay… Here, let's get you to your room; it's nice and quiet there, and I'll stay with you until Urbosa returns." She led her back to the room, then convinced her to change out of the armor into a loose silk dress. "If anyone tries to hurt you or the little descendant of Hylia, I will defend you. Please make yourself comfortable, you probably haven't been since the last time you trained at the Spring of Courage." 

"Okay… thank you, Impa."

"Of course, Your Highness. I'm always here for you." 

Zelda chose a long blue nightgown, completely lacking of a corset or any tight shapers, and slipped in. As she did so, her hands brushed the new curves of her stomach. The feeling made her weak in the knees, she grabbed onto the nearby dresser. "Impa! My knees have given out." 

"Oh!" She rushed over, helping Zelda over to her bed and laying her down. "Rest, Princess. You've had a stressful few days." 

"...Impa? Would you… mind?" She rolled over towards Impa and carefully showed off her tender bump. 

"You want a massage?"

"Yes… please."

Impa stepped closer to the bed and put her hands on Zelda's stomach, massaging carefully. "Oh… I can definitely feel the baby… They're a lot bigger than when we first scanned you…" She felt Zelda stiffen up. "Hey, Princess Zelda, relax."

"Father won't overturn Mother's pact to keep Link and I apart, will he?"

Massages changed to long strokes down Zelda's stomach. "In all honesty, I cannot see how he could. Your mother was a descendant of Hylia, a mere Hylian like your father cannot overturn her words. Besides, even if he could, we could definitely prove that his actions are intentionally causing harm to you, the last descendant. But I believe he will accept all of this after Urbosa returns. He does not need three more wars to fight.

"Will my baby get to meet their father?" 

"I believe he will be with you for the rest of this journey."

Zelda nuzzled into the mattress next to her head, ready for her husband to be with her again. "I long for him."

"Already? You couldn't have been apart for more than ten minutes."

"I need him to be here, Impa. You don't understand…" 

She felt something twist in Zelda's stomach. "I think I do. I'm going to call a doctor, just to make sure you're doing alright. Please try and sleep." Impa stepped outside, closing the door to keep threats out, spoke quickly with a nearby guard to request medical attention for the pregnant princess, and then returned.

Zelda was blinking slowly, beginning to drift to sleep. Impa repositioned Link's shirt in front of her nose; she snuggled up, sighed, and closed her eyes almost instantly. 

"Sleep well, Princess." Impa wished softly, laying a blanket over her. She sat down on the stool near Zelda's bed until the doctor arrived. 

She was an older, sweet-looking Sheikah woman, a healer badge on her arm and a few instruments in her possession. "Lady Impa, I'm here."

"Wonderful. Would you please check the princess over? She's not looking entirely well." 

"Of course." She walked over to the bed, looking at Zelda with her nose snuggled in Link's shirt. "I must have you know, I am not allowed to refer to Champion Link as her husband until the King has been given satisfactory evidence." 

"Of course. She was asking me earlier, and I would like another perspective, do you think His Majesty will find the evidence satisfactory? I attended their wedding, so I fear a little bias on my part."

"I believe that His Majesty will have no choice but to accept it if even a simple marriage license shows up. The pact between the queens was quite clear that Her Highness could receive any Gerudo ceremony Urbosa or her wished. Although a bit of a loophole, the Gerudo marriage ceremony is permitted under that pact. Because the ceremony was part of Gerudo law and not Hyrulean law, Urbosa had the authority to marry Zelda to whatever man she wished, no matter the tribe or occupation. If a Gerudo marriage document appears before him, that is proof enough." 

"I am glad to hear that. She will be too." 

"I must move his shirt to examine her. Do you think she'll react badly?" 

"Yes. She's incredibly stressed. Her Highness wouldn't settle until she had the Champion's undershirt. I fear removing it will cause her to lash out."

"I'm going to wake her then, so she won't panic as much." She shook Zelda softly, a pair of emerald eyes fluttered open. 

"I am truly sorry to wake you, Princess. I've been summoned to examine you, and I must move this shirt to do so." 

A heartbreaking whimper sounded before Zelda picked up the fabric, smelled it once more and slipped it under her pillow for later retrieval.

"Thank you… You can have it back in a little." She pulled out a stethoscope and slipped it under Zelda's dress. "Little heartbeat…" She stopped to feel Zelda's stomach. "Oh, I feel the womb. You are one hundred percent, without a doubt, pregnant, Your Highness. Do you have any idea how far along you are?" 

Zelda took a few gasping breaths. "Three months… I am three months."

"Well then, you feel normal; carrying pretty large though." 

"In your professional opinion, how big does she look?"

"About two months ahead. She really looks about five right now." She took the stethoscope off her stomach and moved to her back. "Your heart sounds good, is that baby putting pressure on your chest? Your breathing sounds a little strained." 

"It does?" Zelda took a few more deep breaths. "I would guess so then. I noticed I was always feeling out of breath, but I thought it was just because of the baby."

"It is, your body's so tiny, your growing baby's body is pressing against the rest of your organs. If you rest on your side, you'll be able to breathe easier." 

Zelda rolled over carefully. "Oh! Yes, this is much better!" She stretched herself out. 

"You already sound better." She turned to Impa. "Make sure she's eating well, and she doesn't need to be up and working unless she has to. I will tell His Majesty what we've found here. Congratulations, Princess Zelda. I would suggest meeting with a midwife now to discuss a special care plan." 

"Thank you so much." 

The doctor waved goodbye. 

"Well, now the little one is official." Impa looked at Zelda's bump. "I'm quite impressed with your ability to hide this. For you to look five months… and just now getting discovered, that's quite a feat."

"It was tiring…" Zelda pulled Link's shirt out from under the pillow and went back to sleep. 

~~~~

"Champion Link?" The doctor walked into the Lockup.

He had pressed himself up against the door of the cell, laying down but wide awake. "Yes? Who are you?"

"I'm a healer. I just came from examining Princess Zelda."

Link perked up, so did the other prisoners. "You did? How is she? Is she alright?" He grabbed her sleeve and yanked her towards him, concern and fear sparkling in his eyes. "How's our baby? Are they okay?"

She blinked in confusion. "You already know she's pregnant?"

"Yes! I've known for about two months now. Are they both okay?"

"I've asked Her Highness to meet with a midwife for a more reliable evaluation of her pregnancy, but she is doing alright. She's very stressed, however, and her body is already feeling pressure from the child. Her womb seems to be pushing up against her lungs."

His tears started falling down. "Will she be alright?" 

"All of Hyrule knows how much we need this child. We will take care of the Princess and ensure she delivers a healthy infant safely." She dried his tears. "You're sweet and tender-hearted… I can see why she fell in love with you." She unlatched the lock. "Now will you come here? His Majesty has demanded a health check on you." 

He approached slowly, looking around for anyone who would attack him. 

"You're both nervous wrecks aren't you?" She slid the door closed behind him before any of the other prisoners could get out. "Come up here, I won't bite." She chuckled a little at his uncharacteristic nervousness. 

They arrived at a private room where she examined him, finding him to be in perfect health aside from his nervousness and his few scratches. She took him back, then returned to King Rhoam. 

"You say both of them are in perfect health?"

"Perfect physical health, yes, Your Majesty. Her Highness needs a midwife to examine her overall health, as her pregnancy is confirmed. Champion Link is still shaken from his imprisonment." 

Rhoam sighed in displeasure. "This is a mess… and why is he so shaken? He knew of the consequences for pursuing an inappropriate relationship with my daughter!"

"He truly believed himself married to her, and he might be able to sense her unease." 

"But in even pursuing that marriage, he violated the highest laws of Hyrule!" 

"If Her Highness spoke the truth, then she believed she legally could marry any man she desired. By association, she believed she could pursue any of the steps needed to make that decision. Regardless of reason, all we can do is wait for Chief Urbosa's return." 

~~~~

Upon Urbosa’s return, she delivered all records to His Majesty, then made a beeline to the Lockup and Zelda’s bedroom. 

“I’m here, little bird…” She ran her hand up and down Zelda’s side, feeling her bump. “I’m here… It will be okay…” 

She cooed sleepily, responding more as Urbosa leaned towards her ear. 

“He wants you to know how much he loves you.” 

"Tell him I love him too… so much… and that I miss him…" 

"Of course, vehvi." She played with Zelda's long hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Stressed… kind of sick."

She pulled another blanket over. "Rest."

A maid knocked.  

"Enter!" Zelda called out, she stepped in. 

"Your Highness, His Majesty has announced that yours and Champion Link's trial will occur in two days. You have been asked to complete an evaluation with a midwife prior to then." 

Her voice shook under her breath. "Without him?" She glanced towards Urbosa.

"Thank you." Urbosa replied, watching the maid walk out. 

"I have to do that… without him?"

"Little bird… We'll do what we must in order to make your father happy… he is the one on the throne." 

She sighed, rubbing her stomach. "Okay…"

"We'll get it done tomorrow. For the rest of today, Impa and I will make sure you are not bothered. Please rest, and we are here to talk if you need us." Urbosa put a few pillows underneath Zelda to prop her up comfortably.

~~~~

Hyrule's Final Stand

#fanfiction #legend of zelda #breath of the wild #zelink #hyrule's final stand #this fic is technically unfinished #however it's been untouched since mid-2022 so we'll call it finished #link botw #zelda x link #pregnancy #pregnant zelink #oneshot #but also tied into a series #royal wolfbred family of hyrule

[lokisprettygirl]

The Night Screams at The Slumber Island (Loki x Female Reader) (Horror Romance) (Dark) (Au) (18+)

Read Chapter 8 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 9

Summary : Loki tells you why you can see him and others can't.

Warning: discussion of rape, sexual abuse, gaslighting, cheating, mention of Suicide, discussion of mental illness, therapy please read carefully. If something triggers you please don't read it.

Note : This god Loki is mine and I wrote him the way I wanted. He's not the Norse god Loki and I don't mean to disrespect anyone who worships the original god, it's just a fictional story so read it as one. If you still choose to get offended make sure you keep your thoughts to yourself because idgaf 🥱

You didn't even remember the last moment you had actually laughed like this but you'd remember this one forever, as soon as he said that he was a god you started to laugh and couldn't stop, you had to move towards the couch and sit down, the laughter slowly transformed into a cry so he walked over and sat next to you. He was still thinking about the moment you had pulled him inside and kissed him passionately. It's been a long time since he had taken a lover, and he never had a human one before. 

"I know it sounds unreal" he mumbled so you looked at him, your cheeks were soaked with a fresh set of tears, you had no idea what was happening to you, if you were losing your mind then this definitely was the weirdest scenario you could have created in your head. 

"I'm going mental aren't I? They were right about me..I do make shit up..you're not real are you? It's probably the callback for all the times I have made fun of my mom's beliefs huh. That's it right? I'm cracking here and how" you mumbled and laughed again, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. The situation wasn't funny but he was amused, this is the most animated he has seen you until now, were you like this before the world ruined you with its cruelty? 

"So you think I am not real darling?" His voice got deeper and he turned his body towards you, keeping his right leg on the couch as he scooted closer to you. You took a deep breath as the scent of his cologne hit you, you tried to remember the smell because Stephen said that the mind tends to associate the delusion with memories from the past. Unfortunately you came up with nothing. 

"You can't be real.. it's just not possible" you said to him as your eyes teared up, you had tried to move on from the past and live your life but maybe it wasn't in the cards anymore.

"So if I do this–" he cupped your cheeks and you shivered, then he planted a soft peck on your right cheek "Is it not happening hmm?" He tilted his head and kissed the left cheek, making every cell in your body tingle with anticipation. His touch felt good and safe but maybe it felt that way because he didn't really exist, it felt good because you had made him up in your head and he wasn't a real man.

"It's not, I'm just hallucina–" before you could finish your words he had his lips on yours, the kiss was tender and slow, more romantic- less sexual and you knew deep down that you wanted him to keep going, take this further and wherever he wished to. 

"Look at me darling and stop thinking for a moment okay? ..You're not making this up" he whispered between the soft kisses and your eyes teared up, what if he wasn't just your imagination? What if actually was the god? What would that even mean? 

You suddenly pulled away from him and stood a few steps away from the couch, you noticed the bulge forming in his tight pants. Did Gods get erections? 

"Tell me the truth, who are you?" 

"I am telling you the truth since the beginning darling" Except once. He has only lied to you once.

"Nooo you're not.. when I met you and asked you if you were on the committee you said yes" 

"I didn't say yes, I said something like that. Those were my exact words"

"Whyy?"

"Because I was there when they chose you to be here, they just couldn't see me" you ran your fingers through your hair as his answers only confused you.

"You said you were a musician" 

"I am..it wasn't a lie, I love music, one of the greatest inventions of the mankind" 

"You said you were here to explore" 

"Isn't that what I am doing?" 

You huffed as he said that. He had answers for everything.

"The sandalwood fragrance and the cigarette..you knew...you knew about my mom" 

"Yess I did, because of your mother, I was trying to make you feel comfortable around me.. that's what I have been trying to tell you" 

"Well why would you need to do that if you're such a god..can't you just enchant me or something? " you air quoted the term god and he chuckled.

"I absolutely can but that won't make you trust me, I wanted to earn it" 

"Whyyyyy?" Your voice quivered as you spoke and he sighed.

"Because she prayed to me" you snickered as he said that.

"Prayed? Where were you when she killed herself" his eyes teared up as he grasped the hurt in your voice. He couldn't have helped her. 

"I couldn't have saved her, the goddess of death takes what's hers. It's not my place" 

"Are you being serious right now?" 

"If you'd sit down and ask questions, I'll answer each and everyone of them" 

You sighed and walked over to him, then you sat down on the couch again. If he was an actual god then why didn't he save her from dying?

"She worshiped you all her life" 

"Does this mean you are accepting that you believe in my existence as a god?"  

"I'm still on the fence" he smiled and shook his head..

"What connects you to me?" You asked him as you still didn't understand why he was there.

"Your mother" 

"Because she worshiped you? Don't you have millions of them?" 

"I do but I can't hear all of them" 

"What do you mean?"

"I never asked to be worshiped, mortals do that on their own, they ask for money and prosperity, good health, a long life, it's hardly ever genuine" you hummed as you thought about it.

"So why did you answer her prayers?" 

"Because for once in her life her prayer wasn't born out of selfishness. In her dying moments she called out to me and I could hear her. It has happened before, I have answered mortals before but it's rare, they don't actually know or understand me as much as they think they do"

You had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren't in a fever dream.

"What did she say to you?" 

"She told me that her daughter has been through hell on earth and she deserves a peaceful life, she asked me to keep you in my protection forever so nothing would harm you ever again" your eyes teared up as he said that. She loved you, you never had to question that.

"She has prayed for me all her life, why was this any different from before?" He sighed as you asked him that. He knew it was coming.

"When mortals pray for their loved ones, they ask for their long healthy lives and want them safe, but it's not entirely selfless is it? Humans get emotionally and mentally hurt when their loved ones are in pain so they pray for them to never die because they know the grief would be unbearable for them to cope with, they know they'd be tormented by their memories so they pray for their closed ones to live forever, it's not unselfish entirely. Your mother was on her deathbed, she knew she won't be here to suffer anymore and it wouldn't affect her if you live or die after she's gone but she still wanted you safe. That's why I heard her, her prayers were pure in nature" 

You didn't know what to say to him, a part of you believed in him but another part made you feel like a lunatic. Was it just your mind telling you what you wanted to hear? 

"So you're an actual god? Where do you live?" 

"Asgard, one of the realms" 

"Soo all the gods are real?" 

"Not all of them.. some were fabricated entirely by the mortals themselves" he chuckled and you looked at him surprised. Were you actually having a conversation with a god? 

"You said something about your mother before, gods have mothers?" 

"How do you think I came into existence? We  are born and we die at some point, immortality isn't real, there's only one immortal goddess, the goddess of death" 

"She sounds scary" 

"Definitely is" 

"I need someone to smack me so id know I'm not in a coma still" 

"I can not do that, but there are several other things I can do to make you believe that what you're seeing and feeling at the moment is true" your face flushed at the remark. Did a god just flirt with you? Did he like you? 

"Sooo have you been around me since she died?" She died a few months ago and you were still grieving, her death was what pushed you to leave everything behind and come here to live an isolated life. 

"Yesss, but do not worry, I'm only around when you truly need me"

"Why did I start seeing you here? Why not before this?" 

"Because you were safe out there and didn't need me before" 

"So I need you now because I am alone here?" You asked him and he sighed. Maybe this was enough information for today, if he'd have told you why he was there he knew you'd want to run away and that would only make them hurt you.

"Something like that" 

Your head had started pounding so you didn't ask any more questions, he told you that he was a magical being, he could disappear and reappear as he wished, he could create things and he could teleport. Of Course you didn't believe him so he showed you and that's when you passed out again. 

When you woke up you thought you had imagined the whole conversation or maybe it was a vivid dream but as you stepped out you saw him in your kitchen making tea like a normal human being.

"Still here" he chuckled and you sighed. How could he be real? How come nobody knew about his actual existence?

"You look like a human" you mumbled as you stepped inside and jumped up to sit on the counter.

"Well I do apologize for that darling" he smiled and it made you smile too. 

"Should I start worshiping you now?" You asked him so he walked towards you and placed his arms on either side of your thighs, the closeness made you nervous but at the same time you didn't want to push him away.

"Depends on how you want to do that love" 

"Ummmm I ..I can light a candle and pray" 

"That's dull..give me something original " you smiled as he said that, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ears and kissed your forehead, you never understood before why he felt so warm and safe, he was just another man, but now you could see why.

"I adore you and if you ever want to explore me further..I'd love to worship you instead" 

"Shutupp" you pressed your hand on his lips, his words made the butterflies go bananas inside you. The old you would probably flirt back but the new you couldn't even think about sex anymore without feeling the extreme hatred for all the men. Besides you were still getting used to him being an actual god. A part of you feared you'd wake up in a mental asylum someday.

"Sure miss" he stepped away and it left you feeling disappointed, you couldn't deny the fact that you were attracted to him and the feeling of the heated kiss you two shared still lingered on your lips. You wanted to get close to him but at the same time you felt repulsed by the act of sex itself.

He passed you the cup of tea and after a chit chat he left, you saw him stepping inside the house, he had told you that the house was real but it wasn't visible to anyone else but you. It was like an illusion.

"I think she believes me Minola but I can't expose the truth about you just yet, she's extremely fragile, it's too much for my little one" he mumbled as he sat down on the rocking chair and glared at the portrait, her gaze was angry and then she growled at him, her spirit jumped out to attack him but she couldn't. She wanted to get what she has always wanted but her ways never really worked, she never thought of the consequence. 

"Nobody wants a bloody portrait to scream at them, why is it so hard for you to understand that you're not helping her?"

He had to put a stop on the brutality, sure he was your guardian now and could just get you out of here if he wished to do so, but he couldn't allow the people of the Island to take more innocent victims like you. Maybe for once he could act selfless as well.

As the night arrived he heard the screams and his eyes teared up. It pierced his heart every night because they weren't the howls of the mountain like he had made you believe. They belonged to you.

The screams you heard every night at the Slumber Island belonged to you only.

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[hanayanaa]

Holiday family dinners were always difficult for Rosie. They felt judged and nervous all the time, they just wanted to go hide and cry. They don't fit in with their family, they never did. No one would understand them.

At the table, they're forced to eat. They know it's a good thing, to eat, but it just keeps coming. They feel ill, they want to throw up and they don't know why. Well, that was untrue, they knew why. They did this to themselves, after all. They were the cause of all of this.

They felt stupid and foolish for wanting to cry over a meal. It's too much. If they touch it then it'll be all over for them, but there's no choice. These people don't want them to get better, they want them to fit in a mould they don't belong in. It’s just too much.

They don't understand their own illness, why food makes them feel so guilty. It's not like it's bad for them or anything — it's food after all! Why are they so stupid that they’d reject this? Why are they so afraid? What were they even afraid of...?

They feel the eyes of everyone staring deep into their soul, daring them to take a bite so they can point and laugh at how awful their body looks once again. Not that they've ever once stopped. They’ll never stop.

Rosabel will never be enough. Even if they eat until they pop, even if they starve until they're gone, it'll never be enough for their family. It broke their heart in ways that couldn't be repaired, to know that they'll never have a place here.

However, at least their friends were kind. They're hesitant to call them their "real family" just yet, for it felt like betrayal to their blood kin, but these people were still family. Their beloved family, perhaps, this wasn't a lie. They did love them more than their blood family, which made them feel guilty…

The agents and idols of their beloved family agreed to host the Christmas dinner a few days late, in order to allow them to come as well.

There, they'd be treated lovingly, gently, with a place at the table, but no pressure to gorge and stuff their face. Rather, just a kind hand on their shoulder, asking them to just eat enough to not starve.

They didn't even have to eat at the table if they felt scared. They felt foolish for this, because it was true, but appreciated the offer... they were more scared of feeling left out though. Even if it was terrifying.

They wanted to cry, their portion was much smaller than everyone else's, but everyone tried their best to make them feel like they belonged nonetheless. No one commented on their food or how little or much they ate, or made unwarranted comments about them or their body. It was freeing.

The banquet was held at Pearl's mansion, and it was wonderful and grand. Their partners were there to hold their hand under the table, and be a shoulder for them to lean and rest on, a cheek for them to kiss, and lips to kiss them back.

They wanted to cry, not out of fear, but out of relief, and gratefulness for everyone's gentle kindness. They'd never felt this before at a family gathering.

Al stroking their hair and telling them it's okay if they don't clear their plate, he'd finish it for them. Ame holding their left hand with her right — how convenient is it to have a partner with the opposite dominant hand? She'd ask them if it's okay if she fed them some sushi, and they nodded yes. They were blushing so much they thought their head would explode, but it made them so happy to be treated like this.

She’d clumsily stab the roll with her chopsticks, and they'd giggle, and fall into her shoulder as they chewed. It was weird, to finally have a good experience with food after all these years, but hopefully, they could get used to it, they thought.

There was singing and music, and joy and comfort, this was really what family was all about, right? That's what they read in all those corny books from their childhood. They wished this was what they had growing up. Perhaps, their life would've been happier. Perhaps, they'd be okay.

That night, for the first time they could remember, they went to sleep in their partners' arms, feeling full. Full of love, full of happiness, full of food.

#this takes place when rosie is about 17-18. they havent moved out of their familys house yet but they just started dating al and ame #they dont really attend family dinners once they've moved out its too stressful for them :( #rosie (4) #agent 4 #splatoon agents #splatoon oc #agent oc #splatoon fanfiction #splatoon fanart #splatoon #fanfic #my writing #ed tw #tw ed #ed recovery #tw ana #ermm idk what else sorry ask to tag i suppose #tw anorexia #tw eating issues #intelligent words

[theresawritesstuff]

Prompt: Instinctively pressing your hands against your lover's cheek as they passionately rave, only for them to stop talking and gape, completely distracted by the lack of distance.

Noah x Astrid Edition!!!

Noah has never been known for his upper body strength. He'd accepted that his lot in life was in academics, not athletics long ago.

Still, he can't help but wish, at least a little, that he had made a few visits to the campus weight room this semester as he grappled inelegantly with removing an enraged Astrid from the quad along with their combined textbooks.

He might not be all that strong, but Astrid is.

Strong enough, it turns out, to knock a fellow co-ed flat with a solid left hook.

Still, he manages, all but carrying her kicking and screaming with a pent up righteous fury the likes of which he's never seen outside of an ill advised end of season sales outing with his mother and sister four years prior.

He shuddered at the memory.

Astrid didn't stop lecturing the jerk's cronies until Noah had practically dragged her inside the chemistry building.

And still even when it was just the two of them and he felt relatively safe putting her down, she fumed.

"--the absolute gall! I can't believe someone supposedly smart enough to make it into this school could possibly be capable of such vile, ignorant, pigheaded–"

"Astrid. Astrid, breathe!" Noah begged, placing a hand to her cheek, directing her eyes up towards his own in a desperate attempt to calm her. 

She grew still at his touch, looking up at him with those wide blue eyes of hers.

He wonders if he'll ever get over just how beautiful she is. And smart. And kind. And endearingly passionate…

God, why did this woman even give him the time of day, let alone volunteer to be his friend?

"It's not exactly the first antisemitic comment I've heard," he assured her lightly, remembering friends is all he ever really could hope for. "While I appreciate the enthusiasm for defending my honor, that guy wasn't exactly a shrimp. You could have gotten hurt."

"I…" Astrid blinked up at him breathlessly. "I couldn't just stand by and let him get away with saying something like that. Especially not to you."

"People say stupid stuff like that all the time."

Astrid looked down. "Well, I still say we should report him to his track coach or the Dean or…I don't know. Someone!"

Noah chuckled. "I think that left hook of yours is probably a worse punishment than he'd get from anyone else."

She winced as he reached to inspect her hand, but didn't pull away.

"We should probably get you some ice," Noah murmured thoughtfully.

"I'll be okay."

He cocked a brow at her, shaking his head  "Astrid. If you're going to punch jerks on my behalf, at least let me patch you up after."

She smiled softly, looking down at her fingers resting in his hand.

"That fountain usually runs cold," she conceded, nodding to one down the hall.

He escorted her the few places there, holding down the button for her with one hand, helping her ease her hand under the flow of cool water with the other.

Her knuckles are already bruising. She probably doesn't need his help but…

"Where'd you learn to throw a punch like that anyway?" he wondered instead of finishing the thought.

"Church camp."

He looks up at her, waiting for the real answer.

"The pastor's daughter played center field with the Fort Wayne Daisies for a little while. She held a sort of unofficial self defense class for the young ladies of the parish one time," Astrid explained. "Neat gal. Great story teller."

Noah nodded, laughing a little to himself.

He was still used to his sister's retorts. Astrid, on the other hand, was all earnesty.

"Oh, sure. Naturally."

"It's true!" she insisted, a little affronted by his laugh.

"I don't doubt it for a second," Noah assured her. "I'm just marveling at how full of surprises you are. You're an amazing woman, Astrid."

Astrid scoffed, rolling her eyes modestly. "Sure. I'm amazing."

"You are. You absolutely are."

She looked up at him then, searching his face for any falsehood, any teasing at her expense.

And when none was to be found, she leaned up and kissed him.

Like it had been something she'd dreamed of doing, possibly for just as long as he had.

When she parted, she licked her lips slightly, looking up at him through her lashes.

"You know… I heard ice cream is really good for bruised knuckles."

Noah nodded dumbly as her uninjured hand wove into his, leading him towards the dining hall. "Okay."

#tmmm fanfic #Noah x Astrid #Calming tender cheek touches are a family trait now

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hi, I don't expect anything from you, I needed to tell someone who's into the matter.

I have, for some while, suspected I have a dissociative disorder. But I had no bulletproof evidence. It was rather "feeling right" the more I learned about it. Sometimes I was 100% certain and sometimes I was 100% certain I am just making it up. I accepted that, and since I anyways need a therapist, delayed the question till then.

I started writing diary (not in a classic way, just all my thoughts) when I was 14 and since I'll finish another book today, I thought about starting the next one with reviewing my old diaries and maybe I'll find some interesting thought I can copy and comment with my new knowledge (I am 23 now).

I wanted to be in the perfect headspace for it, so it won't trigger me as much (I was in psychiatry when I started it) and yesterday evening I was just looking for the dates, so I can put the books in the right order. I still needed to scroll through them, because back then I didn't care about writing down the dates carefully, and I saw something:

A list of names of "alter egos" with their personality traits, their looks, their attitude etc.

I did remember some names, but some are absolutely foreign to me.

Idk, it wasn't triggering, I just thought "I was pretty broken back then already", but it is another evidence that strengthens my belief in a dissociative disorder, and, compared to my other ones, which could also just be symptoms of other mental illnesses, a valid one.

And another old thought came back into my mind, when I read that:

I am following a Youtuber with a DID, who didn't know until she was in her 30s and in hindsight found out, that her former ANP, who managed her life until her 20s, couldn't do it anymore and was replaced.

When I heard that, it reminded me of something: After I was released from psychiatry, I completely collapsed. I had expected and wished to be taken from my family, or at least, that my family would now be more careful with me. But it just started where it all ended, so, when my doctor called me a week later to check in, I absolutely collapsed, like I have never before or after. I was admitted for another weekend, and after that, it worked. The way I managed to live with the abuse changed (and with that, it didn't affect me as much emotionally), I kinda gave up and just accepted my life, I stopped self harming one day to another. I became dissociated from my feelings and I took on a new name, a (in my country) male one. Not on purpose, it just happened. I happened to not feel connected to my birth name anymore and for some reasons chose that one. I am afab but gender was and is a very complicated topic, but back then I started to view and present myself as male.

And when I heard the story from that system, all the last paragraph, all these information came into my mind and I thought, if that might've happened to me too.

And yesterday, on that list, there wasn't the name I am using still now (though my inspiration for it was way older than the book). There were only female ones and I just thought "Why did no one of them replace [birth name]?" If it was only for a new self-expression

All the people in my real life aren't very familiar with mental health, trauma etc. so, I can't just tell them the new information and hope they'll understand the context. Which is why I needed to annoy you with it, sorry.

It feels like a puzzle, completing itself with every new information. From a mere feeling to maybe something more?

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through, and please know that you're not annoying us by sending this ask. It can be important to talk out these thoughts and experiences, and bounce them off another person.

It's normal to fluctuate between believing you're a system and feeling like you're making it up. Understanding the self can be a confusing, complex, and endless process. Please know that self-discovery and understanding can be a gradual process and it's okay to have moments of uncertainty and doubt. Keeping a journal can definitely help not only in discovering who you are but whether or not there are other parts of you as well.

It sounds like you have a few experiences that could be explained by a dissociative disorder, but it's also important to remember we're of course incapable of diagnosis. The insight of a professional might be more accurate and useful to you.

Ultimately, if you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist, ideally one who is knowledgeable about dissociative disorders, can help you navigate these complexities. A therapist can guide you through the process of understanding your symptoms, exploring potential diagnoses, and providing the necessary support along the way.

If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

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[mysticalibra1994]

TBHK Headcanon #1 "Death Day"(?)

Yes, you've read that right; "Death Day", as in "Birth Day" but on the day you died.

So, I haven't read the manga in so long (I only made it to Hanako-kun being reunited in a "drawn world"), but I don't really mind spoilers. Anyways, all I know so far is that Hanako-kun killed his brother even though his brother (in a child form) has been gone by making a wish for him to get better. Since their world is different from the "surface" or living world, I wondered if any of the supernatural (the ones that used to be human (the "currently living ones" don't count... I think)) spirits ever had a "Death Day"?

Like, on a certain day (aka the day they died) they would reenact or relive (pun intended) how they died.

Example #1: Mitsuba Sousuke. According to his mother, he died from an accident on the way to the store for some potatoes for the curry (or stew). I know that the spirit of the real Mitsuba is gone, but I'm guessing that the clone of Mitsuba's spirit would have a small sliver of deja-vu (or dead-ja-vu) that even Tsukasa doesn't even understand (it would even baffle and/or traumatize Kou; having to see the clone of a spirit of your dead friend being hit head-on...

Exmple #2: Yugi Amane (aka Hanako-kun). Ever since I heard about a wish that Tsukasa made for his brother's illness, I couldn't help but wonder if Amane knew that his days were numbered after killing his brother? That could explain why he gave up his moon rock to his teacher. Here's how I believe it went down...

Amane was constantly getting injuries, but not from getting bullied, it was from the inside... He could feel his body weakening but feared dying (who wouldn't, right?). That is until he met Yashiro Nene (via The Tea Party arc). Thanks to that one moment, he's no longer afraid anymore... After getting patched up by his teacher, he gave up his moon rock ("I made a decision that I'm not going anywhere..."). The next day was his last day of school (literally), so he wrote his teacher a letter that simply stated...

"To whom it may concern, There is a reason behind my injuries. When I was a little kid, I had a respiratory illness with little cure. My twin brother made a wish for me to get better, only to trade for his soul. All that was left of him was nothing but a husk. As much as I love my brother, the guilt was eating me alive, so I did the unthinkable... Ever since my body has been getting weaker and weaker, and I've been getting these injuries. Tsuchigomori-sensei, I hope you got a display case for that moon rock. Thank you for everything. If my parents wonder about my whereabouts, tell them my brother's no longer alone..."

By the time Tsuchigomori-sensei read the letter, it was too late. Amane is no longer alive anymore... However, this never stopped his teacher from trying desperately to revive the poor kid. He continued, despite how sore his arms were and what the paramedics sadly told him otherwise.

Suddenly, Tsuchigomori's eyes were getting blurrier and blurrier with tears. By the time he felt a cold tiny hand on his left shoulder, he slowly stops the chest compressions. Then, as they wheeled him off, he just stood there, dumbstruck. Wait, he pondered, why was I crying? As a teacher, he shouldn't show/have any favorites when it comes to students, but he does did.

Example #3: Tsuchigomori-sensei. About several months after Amane's death, Tsuchigomori's curiosity about Amane's future increased to the point where he checked out Amane's book from the 4 PM Library. He wanted to know why Amane had an interest in going to the moon. I mean, sure it was an impossible dream. But, that was before men landed on the moon. As he got to the part where it stated that Amane was going to be a Science teacher and was going to be his kouhai, his smile went from a smirk to a frown to a tearful grimace. "That brat... He was too young to..." He was so distraught to even finish that sentence.

After going outside from school for some fresh air (and a pack of cigarettes), he accidentally (and unfortunately) came across a redback spider. Granted, the fatality of its venom is rare, but in Tsuchigomori's case, it was fatal; to the point where not even the world's most excellent doctors (at the time) couldn't even save him...

About several more months go by, Tsuchigomori's eyes open up after hearing a familiar voice...

"Hey there, stranger! What's up? I mean, besides us."

Example #4: My OC (Fujimura Saki).

TW: mentions "unaliving one's self".

This one is not just heavy to read, but is also personal to some (if not, most).

Despite having only one friendly teacher and one good friend/crush, Saki has felt as if she's been cursed to be targeted for bullying, to the point where she couldn't handle it anymore!

Yes, she did go up to the roof. But, she "made a wish" from a mysterious black flower...

Before she, you know... She was given 24 hours to say her final goodbyes to those who deserve it; just those two nice people in her life.

At first, they were confused. But, by the time they knew what she meant, it continued where they were left off; witnessing a horrible sight from the classroom window. The paramedics did everything they could but to no avail.

She was gone, but not forgotten; thanks to the altar table that her nice teacher made for her honor. Her best friend/crush decorates it with her portrait, white lilies in a vase, a sketchbook and pencils, and her favorite food and/or beverage.

I wish I could say more for the 4th example, but it would be a spoiler for the Gacha Club comic. But, just like the original story, it's a comedy, drama, and tragedy.

Well, I hope everyone enjoys reading this headcanon. I'm sorry for how depressing it sounds, but then again... The plot does contain parts about the supernatural and the concept of life and death, so...

#tbhk #oc #headcanon #TBHK headcanons

[wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i]

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Currently listening to: 100 years by Five For Fighting

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Thinking about this poem I wrote in 2016. It's very timely. I really always had the answers, didn't I? I like the line where I say, "Come back to the world, stop loving her and love yourself."

And the line where I say, "When you see her fire burning your heart away, shoo it. Pour water on it and tell it to go." The hurricane references a girl I really loved when I was younger. We used to quote John Green to each other, "If people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane." I was always the drizzle.

I wish I could say I wish I'd have listened to my own advice sooner, but I think that's a naive thing to say.

I think knowing is different from accepting.

I always knew I needed to love myself more. But I couldn't accept it because I had never learned how. I wasn't in an environment fit for growth and self love.

Now, I think I'm getting closer to an era of self love. I saw a TikTok earlier that was talking about how healing and growth aren't about becoming the perfect versions of ourselves. It's about loving every version of ourselves, even the ones that we think are hard to handle or love.

It made me think about my best friend. We both refer to me as a swamp monster because I live in absolute filth either when I'm in a very creative season or a several weeks long depressive episode. Some of my other friends call me a goblin.

I try really hard to appear as if I know what is going on, but I'm generally confused as hell and distracted halfway through any given moment. I am never as put together as I appear. I'll say I'm the happiest I've ever been and just straight up forget about the massive crying panic attack I had like two hours before that over a hypothetical problem I created in my head. I forget that I am simultaneously unmedicated and mentally ill and doing better often.

My room is never, and I do mean never, in a state of organization unless I am trying very hard to Be Normal About Things or I'm Turning Over A New Leaf (that will last about a week at best). I'm actually really gross, and I'm very insecure about it. I'll never be one of those girls who has a skincare regimen that they stick to every night or who wake up, smell like magic and pixie dust and then get everything done before 9 am.

But even more than that, I'm generally just really freaking anxious and depressed. Most people who meet me are surprised to learn this. They see me as sunny and put together and sure of what I plan to do next.

And I'm never any of those things without all of the fear and doubt and tears behind it. I am constantly dealing with crippling self doubt and hatred. Knowing all of this about myself, I genuinely never thought anyone could possibly love me if they knew the real me. My parents always told me so: For example, "You'd have such pretty lips if you didn't pick them. Nobody will ever want to kiss you with those crackhead lips." (That's an OCD trait, and it goes hand in hand with my trichotillomania. I pull my hair out often, and it's another thing I'm insecure about.)

I tend to lie about who I really am. I don't tell people that I peel the skin off of my lips until they bleed all over my fingers until they see it. I don't tell people that the reason I don't wear makeup is not just because I'm allergic to most of it, but because I don't want people to be disappointed when they see how I really look. I don't tell people that sometimes I sleep with dozens of half finished bottles of sprite and candy wrappers in my bed because I'll go weeks forgetting that I'm living in a space and that mess does accumulate into a mountain if you don't take care of it. Hello, ADHD.

I'll always tell people about all the things I can do and carefully arrange myself to seem a lot less confused than I am. Sometimes, rather than admit that I fucked up, I'll lie and blame things that did not happen because I'm terrified of getting into trouble with others for disappointing them. I hate lying. But damn, I do it a lot when it comes to making sure no one ever knows these things about me.

I never thought anyone could possibly love me if they knew the real me. And then I met my best friend and she taught me otherwise. She's seen every side of me, and has never once made me feel bad about it. She's heard my scariest, most traumatic intrusive thoughts and loved me regardless. She's seen my room at my worst (poor girl has been a bit shaken, but she's good now I promise 😂) and me in the depths of some of the worst depressive episodes of my life and she's held me through them.

And I knew she meant that she loved me no matter what when after I started taking antidepressants, my family didn't care at all that I was happier. But she hugged me and cried a little because she had not seen me smile in months.

She told me that she missed me while I was gone. She knew I was still there behind those depressive episodes, but she missed the me that belts out songs off key and serenades her with old Justin Bieber songs. And that was when I realized that through all my depressive episodes, she had been there. To comfort me. To love me. To make art with me. To pull me back from letting it consume me entirely.

She literally taught me what it means to be unconditionally loved outside of familial obligation. And she's part of the bigger reasons why I believe that I am capable of not only healing, but learning to love myself unconditionally.

I think meeting her was a step toward teaching my higher self. I really think almost everyone since her has been.

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[veggiefritters]

i have words to say. if you know me irl either dont read this or just dont mention it to me. everyone else go ham but dont say i didnt warn you

i just cant. its both that simple and far more complicated. i dont know what or how to feel. i dont know why i feel anything.

i cant just stop talking to people because i always have something i want to say, so just know if i vanish one day odds are im full on dead/in a hospital somewhere.

i dont want to think about the future, its unlikely and uncertain. do i have a future? not at this rate. its too hard to fucking think for me to learn anything.

i do not think i will finish highschool at this rate. if i do it will be with low low marks. and i will be a faliure. so i have less than two years to prepare for that.

i was smart in prep, why couldn't that continue past year 6?

i know why, actually. theres probably a few reasons. one of thems the (until recently, undiagnosed) autism.

the other reason is her.

i fucking hate her. i genuinely hope she dies. i tried to strangle her once. it was both fun and not at the same time, if that makes sense.

before you judge me for attemped murder that i have not been charged with please know that it was rather called for.

because she fucking. i dont know. ill use my big boy words. it'll be hard for me to do but honestly what does it matter, im already fucking upset.

this is your big old warning for s/a. will mark off section end with more red text.

fucking hell i feel sick. seriously sick. but uts like this every time i remember. like my stomachs burning. and i can tell im on the verge of tears, too. or maybe im just really fucking tired.

she essentially sexually abused me for about a year. give or take a month or two, i cant fucking remember. theres things i havent told anyone about, and never will.

i think i want to try and describe it. youre not obligated to read it, so. dont do that if its going to upset you.

october 31st, 2020 hardly counts as anything in my opinion. but it still feels gross. she decided that an appropriate game for her to play was "truth or dare but if you dont wanna do it you strip". these are twelve year olds at the time, mind you. so she had her boyfriend on the phone, on a video call, and did that. i, naturally, was obligated to engage. i did not enjoy it. i said plenty that i dont wanna but you know, i was fucking stupid. i let her convince me. I couldve walked home.

the second time i dont havs a date for, but it was mid november 2020. we were on a school camp. the entire thing sucked, i had terrible hayfever one day and was declined medicine for several hours. they also tried to feed us meat wrapped in bread that was then deep fried. thats not really relevent. moving on from shit camp food. while i was trying to go to bed (note. my bunk ladder was in the back corner of the room) she managed to (mostly undressed for her, as in just her undies. not to be graphic but thats how it is) she managed to pin me in the corner. she was a few inches taller than me, so i could hardly just move. i can only vaguely remember beyond that. it wasnt bad bad that time.

there were other people in the room for part of it. they dont remember. i havent said anything because i dont want them to feel to blame. but holy shit. why didnt they do anything.

then theres very early december 2020. this one was just. yeah. the one, i guess. the big bad or something.

(side note if my phrasing disintegrates its because yours truly is having some kind of intense anxiety attack. i think. either way i would love to kill myself right about now. whatever. but its really vivid in my mind right now so i might as well put it down.)

i just dunno. how do i even put this, really. she uh. okay. if someones wearing lovely thin cotton pyjamas lets not ruin the fabric for them, for starters. i liked those pyjamas. its a real shame. i just fucking cant.

she just. yeah. i dont think i even have to say. she did stuff, she made me do stuff, all while i made it perfectly obvious how unhappy i was. i couldnt do anything about it, much as i wish i couldve. because im too pathetic to fight. i basically froze up. she held my head down. so that i had to do it. i didnt say that was okay. i didnt say any of it was omay.

and to the other person who was there, i dont blame you. you were thirteen. you couldn't have done anything. besides, i think you were playing BATIM so like. beat those ink demons (i havent played bendy).

i didnt sleep that night. until about 3 in the morning. i dont know man.

she "tried" to kill herself the next night. i use quotations because im fully convinced she was manipulating me. she said she felt bad and couldnt live with herself. so why do it again, huh? she fucking lied to me, didnt she. im gonna be honest im just realising this and im so fucking mad. i contacted her mother to make sure she was okay.

theres more examples. just smaller things like publicly grabbing my tits in front of a group of people encouraging her to do so but theyre just numbers now. numbers and occasionally vivid memories. including shit like trying to fuck me in a school bathroom. more than once mind you.

i also fucking hate the girl who decided to be all touchy in the middle of class and i couldn't move where i was sat because it was a partners activity and we were paired up. but eh, she just generally sucks. its whatever.

end section you are safe (?) from here or something

even if you didnt read that section. its just long okay. so damned long. im so done.

look at me. or dont. i actually look like shit. if i had facial hair id be classed as a Wet Cat™. i kinda wish i was tbh... wild. i havent washed my hair in a couple weeks, havent brushed it is i think three days. i have not showered properly because i dont have the fucking energy. its one of those bath-shower hybrids and i turn the water up high and lie down in it because i cant even find the energy to fucking sit up. i havent brushed my teeth in days, maybe weeks, i cant remember. it doesnt matter if i take my meds or not. yet i still apparently "look nice" or something but people lie all the time.

the main reason i cut my hair so short is because i cant fucking maintain it. believe me, i wanted it long. i wanted to plait it and feel pretty. but i just couldn't. i didnt brush it or wash it, i pulled it out, like always. so now i have a mullet and theyre notoriously shit in my town dare i say whole country so noone seems to care.

i think the only times ive slept well recently are after being incredibly drunk. which is concerning. i mean. im sixteen, i know i shouldnt be drunk ever, but if it works, it works. i think i sleep on average about 6 or 7 hours a night, which is not necessarily bad, but its all just fucking abstract nightmares.

at least i dont vape though. thats a win. i have before, do not recommend, very yuk burnt my lungs i think. real talk though if you do i feel ya man everyone does something they shouldn't.

lore drop or something, tumblr user veggiefritters got soft-expelled once! i was suspended forever! all i did was physically fight a few teachers and another student. but she deserved it. and so did they, i daresay.

what did i do after that day? i rode home like usual. i went to my sisters room (she doesnt live here so i slept in there while my old room was being renovated to a lounge room) and i watched youtube until my dad got called by school. then i talked to him. it sucked. then i ate a few nuggets for dinner and tried to kill myself. then, upon that failing, i went to sleep.

i didnt go to school for two months. like. i wasnt enrolled anywhere. family law or some shit, my parents need to hurry up and divorce.

i went to a new school, it was fine, fine, fine, then it wasn't, so i left. i went to a new school, its still fine, thats irrelevant. besides, i have to go there. only public 11/12 school in the town.

but you know what? nothings fine. nothings okay. i just want to be okay, you know? i just want to be innocent. i don't want the past to be the way it is. i with i remembered it all, because while some might say its good that i dont? its terrifying to not know for sure whats happened to you.

i dont like smelling something specific and remembering shit like the eevee themed lunch we made, or the pancakes we made in a saucepan, or the time we tried to solve cicada 3301 for the hell of it. i dont want to sound bittersweet, i dont want to sound like i miss it, but i do, in some weird way.

even though it was clearly manipulation i miss the way she trusted me.

its probably my fault, too, i shouldnt be such an easy target.

if like to tell all of this to my cousin, because i know he'd listen. i know he wouldnt laugh at me. but how does one go about that? i guess i cant. whatever.

shit, man. i dont even know. i went i think a year s/h free? and i was so damn proud of myself. then i dont know what happened. i just broke. and im still not better.

i just think to myself maybe this will be the one that kills me. maybe this one will hit an artery and i can just fucking die.

in my mind, dying feels okay if its on accident. but im seriously considering it at this point because what the fuck else am i meant to do man. im wandering around aimlessly in my own head most of the time. hardly even thinking, just trying to will myself out of existence.

im nothing more than a fucking marionette and whoevers pulling the strings is a sadist.

theres your obligatory shit poetry. i should get that printed on a cap.

ive just moved slightly wrong and its like im tearing my own skin apart. yeow.

ive been writing this at least an hour, i think ive used up 20% of my phones charge! but thats irrelevant. i dont use my pjone much, contrary to peoples belief. i rot my mind with The Computer instead. sometimes the little screen hurts and i need the big screen.

im sorry this is so long. i have a lot of thoughts going on tonight. have a break with a photo of my cat before i keep sobbing. or 4 i guess lucky you. this is shego shes one and shes a little shit. the ants got to her food so she ate them. she refuses to let me take a nice picture of her.

cats, man.

back to me literally crying now.

im scared. im scared of the future but thats common so it doesn't matter. im scared of the past but thats irrelevant. im scared right now because im in bed and its dark so there might be someone there that i cant see.

im scared people will socially exile me again for the things i like, im scared i dont really know any of my friends, im scared ill make a mistake big enough to get me in prison even though technically i already have a few times and nothing happened, im scared people hate me as much as i hate myself.

and fuck, do i hate myself.

what am i good for? i guess people like my writing but what if theyre making that up. sometimes i like my writing too and i go batshit insane over my own characters. but it feels so selfish, i guess.

(i intrude upon myself. i would like a scone right about now)

anyway. what else do i do that people like. im in charge of kids clothing visual merchandising at work. i work in a second hand store, the options for outfits are many. but i dont know. im the youngest person who works there, so what if theyre lying to me?

im creative, apparently. hey, sure, id like to tell myself that but i dunno if i can. i really think i peaked in year two with that.

what have i got about me that people like so much they want to talk to me, because i know damn well its not my appearance. i am fucking ugly. in a weird way. not that my eyes are too far apart or anything i just look dead.

i dont know. i need to let myself live life to the fullest or something but i cant.

i cant just live. its weird.i want to be alive but at the same time its tiring, too tiring, and i dont know what to do about it other that just give in.

you know. give up, and die. how is irrelevant. im so fucking tired, okay.

i dunno. i guess i wonder if anyone would really miss me if i died. but it feels like a selfish thing to wonder. im not sure.

if you want me at my weakest and you want to make me suffer, its your time to shine because right now i am at the lowest ive been in a while.

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