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journey-to-the-attic · 7 months

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thot..... its unlikely ik gets out of seven sin things in a row totally fine right? hear me out. what if being in all their inner worlds like that 'stained' her with their sins somehow. so ik gets like an overload of the entire thing?

idk im just rlly over mc constantly and thanklessly doing the most for the brothers in nb so i want ik to get some of that good hurt/comfort too 😭

i really can't tell if you're calling me a thot or if that's your way of writing 'thought'... but, anyway-

yess [rubbing hands together evilly] this is good fodder for angst!! i think it could mix with the idea that being in the past is also taking a toll on her in a more direct and tangible way - like mc and solomon beginning to lose their magic (though... they seem to have forgotten about that in recent lessons??)

i feel like what happened with lucifer during his own Sin Thing probably was a triggering factor... i've said before that ik just kinda goes through nb with a very "fuck it we ball" attitude, because the only way she can cope with the stress of the whole situation is to be super happy-go-lucky about it - and it's been alright so far, because the brothers have taken well to her, but it's not like there aren't moments (especially early on) where she's treated kinda poorly

it'll be better by the time the sin stuff all happens, but all the same ik's kind of on her last nerve, so lucifer snapping on her is just the last straw. of course, at the time, she managed to pull herself together long enough to resolve the situation - and lucifer did immediately go "shit" and start trying to salvage things - but then things kinda got lost with lucifer being 'cured', so i don't think ik really recovered

the 'sin staining' thing is a super cool idea! it makes sense too, since i see the brothers 'inner worlds' as a sort of snapshot of their soul at that point - their deepest thoughts made physical - so it makes sense that ik would be affected by entering them during the Sin Stuff, since i figure there'd be high concentrations of that dark energy or something

i'm not yet completely sure on how her symptoms would manifest, though... i imagine all seven sins combining would make for an absolute mess of emotions, so when she crashes, she crashes hard. might be an opportunity for her to just go genuinely unhinged - constant swinging between moods, between painful clarity, where she's begging for help, and incoherent delirium, where she's so lost in her own head that she doesn't know the difference between hurting herself and taking care of herself

she gets a concentrated dose of each other the brothers' own emotions that led to their own Sin Thing (which i shall henceforth call their singularity, aren't i clever), which would mix with her own anguish about being trapped in the wrong time - plus she'd probably be beating herself up for being 'ungrateful, or else about the sort of things the seven deadly sins would make you think

solomon would probably have to just put her to sleep for her own safety.... i don't think the brothers could just pull the same inner world trick ik used to help them, either, because it's not just an ik thing, it's also all of THEIR things interfering and corrupting her mind. barbatos could do some weird time magic maybe????

#sorry this is all just hurt no comfort rn #answering asks #anon asks #ik gets nightbrought #solomon would be so furious about all of this btw. like tiger mother when her child is beaten up at school levels of fury #storms over to the hol like 'i trust you with ONE thing. i trust you to NOT fuck up my ward and YOU CAN'T EVEN MANAGE THAT.'

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crazyunsexycool · 9 months

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What would Ransom say if one day his mum was like "why are you so mean to everyone but y/n? I'm your mother you should treat me better and show me more respect than you do her"

Linda is a bitch and she really would say some shit like this! 🙄😡

So this became a drabble idk I’m really tired I shouldn’t be writing lol

I feel like Linda would do this when Ransom and reader are visiting Harlan. Ransom is more than a gentleman. He helps her take her coat off, pulls out her chair at the dinner table, makes sure she has whatever she needs to be comfortable during the visit. (He is so soft for her ugh!!!!)

It would be something like this:

Ransom is soft spoken with you, a lot of checking in, letting you know they can leave when you want. All that sort of stuff.

It makes Linda see red!!! She fucking hates it because she doesn’t get that from her husband or son. Why can’t she have a relationship like that?

Anyways…

I feel like they would be in the living room enjoying dessert and coffee. Ransom leans in and whispers something into your ear like “do you want more coffee thimble?”

You turn to look at him and smiles but shake your head and give him a small “thanks.”

“I don’t get this.” Linda motions to the two of you. “You’re such an ungrateful prick with your parents, we gave you everything, but you treat her better than you do any of us. Why? Why are you like this Ransom? We’re your family and I’m your mother you should show me some respect.”

Ransom throws his head back and laughs. He can feel your hand on his thigh and a small squeeze both as a comfort and request to not start a fight. But he doesn’t care, you’re more important to him than his mother.

“When you say you gave me everything are you referring to the verbal or physical abuse?”

“You son of a bitch.” She spits.

“You are right on that one.”

“Ran…” you say softly, trying to stop this from getting worse but the next words out of Linda’s mouth set him off.

“I don’t even know why you even talk to her. She’s the one that gave those kids up like the trash they are. She’s ruined this family by being a whore and trying to baby trap you. Can’t you see she only wants you for your money?”

“Eat shit Linda.”

That causes everyone to start going in on him but he doesn’t care. He stands, towering over everyone.

“You wanna know why I treat her with respect? It’s because she does the same for me. She cares about me and my well being. She loves me even when I’m an ungrateful prick. Y/N is a much better person than any of you will ever be. Her and our kids, that you forced us to give up are the best things in my life. So I will not tolerate any disrespect from anyone. You and Richard have been nothing but abusive pieces of shit and you’ll never get an ounce of respect from me.” By the time he’s done, Ransom is breathing heavy and his neck and face are red with rage.

No one in their right mind says anything. The tension is thick in the air and you move to stand at Ransom’s side. Your hand finds his and you tug him back until you’re both out of the room.

Upstairs in what used to be his old room, Ransom loses it. He grabs his old things and just throws them against the wall until they break. You stand outside and let him calm down for a moment. Once the breaking has subsided you open the door slowly and poke your head in. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, eyes cast down and hands balled into fists sit on his thighs. You walk in slowly and stand between his legs, playing with the few strands of hair that fell forward.

“Even after all this time they still get to me, I hate them.” He says completed deflated.

“I’m sorry baby. You deserve better than that.”

“No I don’t. I’m not a great person, I’m not even a nice person. You’re the one who deserves better.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Yeah,” Ransom finally looks up at you. His eyes are red and puffy, a clear sign that he had been crying. “I’m an asshole, you deserve someone that is better than me.”

“Than be better, because I only want you.”

“You’re not expecting me to go and apologize right?”

“Fuck no, you’re mom’s a cunt. Besides I like being the one with the privilege of being on your good side. It’s nice and spacious here.”

He chuckles at that before you lean down and give him a chaste kiss. Ransom leans his head against your chest and wraps his arms around your waist.

Truth be told it didn’t matter if he was an asshole to everyone else or came off as rude to people. You knew who Ransom was under that unfazed exterior and as long as he was the soft sweet Ransom you’ve always known and love you didn’t care. Because he was yours

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #the love we gave away drabble #ransom drysdale x female!reader

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thedemonicpup · 2 months

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Toxic Breathing

By Ripley Salem

Chapter 5: Saving Blade

Addie was sitting in the secluded corner completely numb, thinking her best friend had sacrificed herself for them. She didn’t know what to do or think now. She had silent tears running down her face as she thought about what Nova did for them. Royal glances over checking on Addie as he knows that this that had just transpired is going to hurt her, his heart hurts for her knowing what Nova meant to her. Milah and Aether nosey around the shelves and refrigerators, they gather up a selection of different foods and drinks that were sparsely remaining with their arms full they make their way back over to Royal “Here, we found these. Will this do?” Milah speaks almost very eagerly to Royal, she was trying to impress him. Addie hears Milah’s eagerness to impress Royal. She may be at a point where she is numb but hearing this made her blood boil. Addie stands up and snaps. “Milah, now is not the time for that! Do you think this is a fucking game? My best friend just sacrificed herself to save us and you are flirting with Royal. What the hell is wrong with you?” Milah snaps her head over to Addie with a scowl “Bitch, I don’t know that girl and frankly, I couldn’t care less if she was your best friend! As Royal said he is single and I want in!” Hearing Milah say this only pissed Addie off more. She storms over to Milah and slaps her across the face. “Listen here, you ungrateful bitch! Nova helped save your ass! So the least you could do is show some fucking respect!” Milah held her cheek that had a blistering pain soaring through it after Addie struck her, Royal decided to step in “Both of you knock it off! Milah I’m not interested in you so quit whilst you’re ahead, kissing my ass isn’t going to help your case. Addie, you need to gather your thoughts. I’m just as upset over Nova as you are but she did what she needed to and she died to save us. Think of it this way, what would Nova suggest in this situation?” Addie looks at Royal after losing her temper at Milah. She slowly starts to break down in tears. “She wouldn’t want us fighting each other. She would probably beat the shit out of me for what I just did.” Addie sadly laughs at the thought. She walks over to Royal and looks up at him. Addie wraps her arms around him seeking comfort from him after losing Nova. Royal is initially taken aback by this sudden affection from the distraught Addie but given he had an opportunity to be close to her he wraps his muscular arms around her giving her the comfort she requires. Royal chuckles softly “Yeah, she would. But that’s our Nova.” Aether places down the stuff he and his sibling had collected and smiles softly watching both Royal and Addie embracing, he looks over to his dumbfounded sister who is still holding her cheek “Sis, maybe you shouldn’t try and step on Addie’s toes.”

Addie stayed in Royal’s arms, feeling safe and at home. She still had tears rolling down her face. “I’m sorry I lost my temper. I just couldn’t take what Milah was doing and saying. I let my emotions take control of me and I lost it.” Royal holds Addie in his warm embrace and gives into his temptation. Softly pressing a comforting kiss to the top of Addie’s head “I know, I know. It isn’t me you have to apologise to Addie you know that.” Milah sits down on an overturned box rubbing her cheek as the stinging pain dulls, her brother sits down on the floor beside her. Addie couldn’t help the blush that crossed her face as she felt Royal kiss the top of her head. She laid her head on his chest and sighed. “I know, I need to apologise to Milah for slapping her.” Addie looks over at Milah, staying in Royal’s arms. “Milah, I’m sorry for slapping you and going off the way I did. I just couldn’t control myself after what happened to Nova.” Milah doesn’t respond to Addie just nods in acknowledgment, being struck like that, Milah had now formed a vendetta against Addie and she was going to sabotage her any way she could. Aether nudges his sister’s legs to prompt her, Milah side glances at Addie with a mean look in her eyes “Yeah. Whatever. I’m here with my brother to survive, not to make friends, and definitely not with you.” Aether interrupts his sister “I’m sorry, what my sister means is that she accepts your apology and we will work together without fighting right Milah?” Aether looks at his sister, and they both exchange conflicting looks to each other before Milah sighs “Yeah yeah, whatever he said” Royal shakes his head and keeps Addie firmly in his arms, in case this is going to blow up once more he knows what Addie was like. Addie sighs and closes her eyes. She tried to be the bigger person and apologise for her actions against Milah. But it was clear to her that Milah wasn’t going to accept it. “Look, Milah, I understand you don’t like me. I am trying to do right and apologise to you for what I did. I am not trying to make friends with you.” Milah narrows her eyes spitefully at Addie “I really couldn’t care what some rich kid says to me honestly, why don’t you go back home since you're clearly not from here?” Royal pipes up “Hey! Fuck that off right now, you don’t know Addie and she doesn’t know you. Just be civil with her and if you can’t then there’s the door.” Milah gets up and storms towards the door to her brother's disbelief before she could even grasp the door handle a loud knocking comes to the door startling Milah, and making her fall on her ass, Aether jumps and yelps to the noise and looks at Royal with widened eyes. Royal keeping hold of Addie looks to the door “Who is it?” he calls out.

“Open the fucking door! Don’t make me kick it down!” comes an all too familiar fiery voice.

( Special Thanks to @hellfirekitten86 for the grammatical stuff and help with addie's parts!)

#fanfic #angst #ocs #toxic breathing #zombie apocalypse #general fiction

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Harley Quinn's reaction to p/o who's been in the same situation as her as I'm talking about domestic violence. P/o stands for platonic other.

Two versions : One where you didn’t leave your abusive partner and the other when you did.

"HEYA THERE GIRL/BOY FRIEND !"

Harley would firstly act as her usual cheerful self, until she would see the bruises and would immediately stop.

She would lose her cheerfulness and genuine worry would replace it.

"W..What happened ?"

She would sit next to you and take a closer look at the bruises, making sure you're alright and wait for you to tell her what happened.

First version :

You slowly turned towards her and hugged her tightly, breaking into sobs.

"It's too hard..It's just too much, Harley. I can't handle this anymore ! He/She's gotten worse ! His/Her temper is out of control ! I don't know what to do.."

"Dump his/her ass."

The answer came so naturally to Harley, it surprised the both of you.

"Believe me, honey. That guy/girl doesn't deserve you."

She didn't want to interfere before, because she thought she had no right giving you advice when her own love life had been nothing but disastrous.

So, she listened to you and waited for you to realize you didn't have to put up with their bullshit.

But, enough was enough.

You were hurt and she was tired of picking up the broken pieces and watching you go back to him/her everytime.

It was time for change.

"How ? He/She’ll just hit me again.."

You asked fearfully, and Harley decided that if you weren't gonna help yourself, then she would.

You were too tired to even pretend being happy with the person who made your life hell anymore and your eyes were begging for help.

Harley's breath hitched, as for a quick second, she could see herself in you, her reflection..You were trapped.

And, truth be told ? She was tired of standing aside and letting you go back to the same shit over and over again.

She understood too well what that felt like.

You didn't deserve it.

Memories of Joker coming back to her and years of putting up with his ungrateful ass. Never again.

Harley smiled reassuringly at you before winking at you.

"Leave that to me."

You smiled and wiped your tears before thanking her.

"No problem, toots. What friends are for, heh ?"

She squeezed your shoulders and hopped off her stool, grabbing her hammer and shotgun before turning towards you one last time.

"Wait for me here, dearie. I’ll make it official."

And official, it was.

Your abusive ex was found with his knees busted and didn’t call you or searched for you ever again.

Harley took you in and you earned yourself a chaotic and awesome roommate !

Not such a bad deal.

Second version :

"I left the a**hole ! I finally did it, Harley."

You smiled through your tears and Harley smiled widely at the news before hugging you tightly.

She was genuinely happy for you.

"YES ! YOU DID IT ! I KNEW YOU COULD !"

She covered your hand with hers and smiled gently at you, as gently as she knew how that is..

"Good for you, sweetie..I'm proud of ya."

You smiled back at her, but it still hurt and she knew it.

She understood how difficult and hard it must have been for you.

It was difficult when she had left Joker. No matter how many times she had let him drag her in the dirt.

She still loved him, and it hurt.

She also understood the smile of relief now lighting up your face, the same she had when she had made it official that her and the Joker were over and she saw the chemicals factory blow up to pieces.

It was over.

She then sighed before taking her bat and swinging it back on her shoulder with a huge smile.

"Now..How about we wreck his house ? Or, at least, his car ?"

You wiped your tears and after a few seconds, nodded.

"Yeah..That sounds great."

She extended her hand towards you and yanked you out of your seat before running outside and shouted excitedly.

"LET'S DO THIS !"

You then found your ex’ car and Harley smiled widely before handing you her huge hammer.

"Wanna do the honours, toots’ ?"

You didn’t even hesitate before smiling back and grabbing the huge hammer and bringing it down as hard as you could on the front glass that shattered into pieces.

It felt good to finally have your revenge and you continued bringing it down mercilessly until you were too tired to continue and Harley took over.

You looked like two wild banshees, causing destruction and chaos while laughing and howling loudly for everyone to hear.

You then noticed your ex cowardly watching you from the window and Harley raised her head to see them too and smiled before flipping them off.

Your ex glared at her and you couldn't bring yourself to care, raising your middle finger as well.

They couldn't hurt you anymore. You were free.

You continued turning his precious into worthless junk, until you heard the cops and decided it was time to go.

Harley took your hand and you ran away from the scene.

You then entered the first bar with an open sign to continue celebrating your new-found freedom.

It was your first night as a free woman/man and Harley would make sure you enjoy it as much as possible.

You still felt bad afterwards, but Harley reassured you.

Harley : "Don't worry, toots. We all make mistakes. Love makes you crazy. If it doesn't ? You ain't doing it right.."

#harley quinn #harley quinn x reader #fanfic #imagine #fandoms

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theharlotofferelden · 8 months

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Have period. Need to get car inspected today. Ask MIL earlier if she could help me with that and go there after lunch. I’m paying attention to the clock like a hawk. I see her after lunch and she asks if I can call the auto place before. I’m okay with that. But she then wants to be the one on the phone which like. Okay. I can do it but whatever. Big mistake. She agrees to bring the car between 3 and 4 instead of asking if we can just come in rn. I end up losing track of time waiting in between and she texts me (we are literally in the same house idfk why she just doesn’t knock on my fucking door) and I don’t notice. I then notice her second, passive aggressive text where she’s asking me if I’m ready. I quickly get myself together and she tells me she needs to wait 15 minutes for her bread to bake.

Thing is, she’s been doing shit like this with me CONSTANTLY to where I’m at the point of wanting to just ask for an Uber or something. But P insists we can’t spend the money and when I tell him all of this he gives me a weak “I’m sorry you’re upset” AFTER “She’s doing us a favor the least we can do is put up with her being passive aggressive”.

Except I fucking can’t because every time this happens it makes me feel worse about myself and I’m getting to the point where I’m going to just fucking snap and tell everyone to fuck off and leave me alone.

Except I can’t complain because beside being a total fuckup who can’t keep track of time or set an alarm properly, I’m also being ungrateful for not wanting to put up with this kind of petty ass shit.

#personal: vent #losing my mind in the worst way possible rn

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comatosebunny09 · 1 year

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So...this is me coming to your inbox with info about a fic. I've been working on this Kyojuro x oc fic called The Sacrifice. It's based off of a) my unwillingness to accept Kyo's canon fate, b) the idea of a higher power(s) deciding to intervene...(The prequel is called The Offering.) and c) my love of throwing ocs into terrible situations and new universes lol. Ultimately, it's a story about choices and the repercussions of them, about sacrifice and what we give for those we love, as well as one of dealing with guilt, longing and coming to terms with loss.

This is one of my fave scenes so far:

“Why did you engage with it? Taunt it?” Kit moves forward, already tired of this conversation. She drops down in the chair that she’s sat in for weeks. “My mouth cashed a cheque I had to deliver on.” That’s not the right phrase, but she ignores it. The confusion on his face makes it worth it. “I spoke without thinking. All I wanted was to keep the attention off of Cora.” “You were nearly killed!” “In case you didn’t notice, I’m fine. You’re the one who was beaten down hard enough to knock you into a coma.” “You were not meant to be there!” Kit inhales sharply at the accusation. She knows that. She knows that so fucking well that it eats at her every day, every moment that she’s here. The frustration of losing function in her hand, at being forced to face the knowledge that this is wrong, burns through her. She stands up, shoving the chair back. “You sound pretty ungrateful considering I saved your ass!” He frowns at her. “Your efforts were unneeded. You put yourself and others in danger with your actions.” “Are you kidding? Look at yourself. You’ve been asleep for weeks! You lost an eye! You got lucky that I showed up and got involved! If I hadn’t caused enough of a distraction, you would have died!” "Then I should have died! As I was meant to!" The sound she lets out is somewhere between a scoff and a huff of laughter. "Wow. You have no idea, do you? Do you know how many people have thanked me for being there, for helping, all because it ensured that you lived? People I've never met before have thanked me. Your brother begged me to watch over you as you recover and you think you should have died? Out of everything I've heard about you, Rengoku-san, no one has said that you're selfish. I guess they are wrong.”

Hope you don't mind me sharing! I just love them and how they're both so stubborn and determined to protect the ones they care about (and getting annoyed that the other keeps throwing themselves into danger lol).

I swear I replied to this earlier this morning. I’m so mad. Anyways, like I was spazzing about before…

I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!! I love when two idiots in love are hard headed and willing to risk it all to save each other. 😩😩😩🤌🏾🤌🏾🤌🏾✨✨✨ I eat that shit for breakfast!!!

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siren-of-redriver96 · 2 years

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Villian Heights (part 10)

Last part heyo!

(reading Wuthering Heights for the first time and trying to figure out the deal with this book with some assumptions from previous summaries of the story)

Today: (from Zillah’s recount to the end of the book)

it was nice to get to know Zillah - we haven’t heard much about her until now

wow - it’s sad how little they care about Linton dying except for Catherine - but then it was Heathcliff’s plan all along

poor Cathylin ... but she powers through it, that’s something

interesting to hear what happened to the church after it didn’t have a preacher any more (it was now governed by baptists or methodists and renamed the chapel)

I didn’t know Hareton liked hunting - maybe I missed that

it’s cute how he wants to hear what she reads - still he shouldn’t have touched her hair out of nowhere

and he tried to be her friend, that’s true

I like how she’s firece and not scared of Heathcliff

yeah Lockwood, leave that place

it’s sad to hear how Cathylin is faltering

I like how she makes little figurines out of vegetables - that’s actually a really cute idea for a photo series

and Hareton is pretty solidly under Heathcliff’s boot

she keeps books in her heart and head - I relate to that

she’s mean, but he shouldn’t have hit her

sad to think that he tried so hard to get some of the education Heathcliff denied him

Hareton looking like Cathy is interesting - kids often look like their parent’s siblings

cute to imagine that the girl Lockwood sees is probably the elder servants granddaughter she babysits when he isn’t home

nice of him to just ask for a few things while he’s there

and to not disturb her while carrying the coals - thoughtful

the landscape description of the sunset and rising moon is nice

Cathylin teaching Hareton how to read and them being happy is so precious I can’t

given the number of pages left I was surprised Heathcliff had died already

the way Cathylin behaves when trying to mend things with Hareton reminds me of her mother - like how when she made others cry or did them wrong, she was sorry and made up for it

and it’s nice how there were some honest misunderstandings between them

and that Hareton did plea for her, which she didn’t know

how they make up is heartwarming. He didn’t not want to give her a chance, and she made a genuine effort

poor Joseph - well Hareton is trying to make it right to him, that’s nice. It’s not true that he is ungrateful to him

Cathylin - some primrose is poisonous when taken orally (I had a similar complaint about her dad didn’t I)

and oh boy does Cathy not take shit from Heathcliff, even making demands for her and Haretons inheritance

but poor Hareton is still under his boot - at least he makes an effort to help Cathylin

interesting to know they had a discussion, but she understood - he’s too attached to Heathcliff. It’s that kind of relationship, he’s dependend on him

it’s nice to hear how much Hareton blooms while learning to read and spending time with Cathylin

I’m still laughing when reading Penistone. Leave me my fun

how creepy must it be for Heathcliff to look into the faces of two people who both look like Cathy?

and he’s residing from his evil plans. He’s grown tired of them - that’s an interesting development

I like that they moved the flower bead to another spot for Joseph

Heathcliff is not okay but at least happy

he’s wasting away surprisingly quickly

and Earnshaw was no nice person Nelly. He just wasn’t in too many ways

shivers - how Nelly finds Heathcliff is creepy

Heathcliff and Cathy haunting the area - I like that. Especially since they’ve scared the Linton’s like that once too. Poltergeists

but Hareton and Cathylin aren’t scared of anything (love that rhyme)

I know they’re cousins, but the way they’re in love now, their strength and this being the end of the misery for both families is just awesome

and hey, it all works out now - not even Joseph loses anything, he even gets the house and a farmhand

and yes, thank you for the story Nelly Dean :)

even a coin for Joseph, that’s nice

and I like the ending. The wind is soft in the grass - the wuthering across the moors is over

Big thanks for reading :)

#wuthering heights #villian heights

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b1nibaddie · 2 years

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lost (+also, august dump.)

i wrote a long ass rant dump with some inspirational shit a few days ago, but i lost it completely when i checked the tabs again. fuck, i hope i don’t lose this one.

august is self-care month. all the tiredness i experienced in the previous months, i totally made up for this month because i haven’t felt (physically) tired the whole month. work was lax, and i actually have a lot of free time to rest after work since brad is also busy doing his things.

because i have so much time to rest and reflect tho, mentally, this month has become a shitshow for me. i tried living healthy at the start of the month, but i got sick after that (viral infection, but that was the worst cough + sore throat combo i’ve ever experienced). so the dieting + living healthy thing is wearing off even though i really want to maintain it. also, i spent most of the month worrying about the SDS application. when i finally confirmed that i got the job, the counteroffer comes in. my appointment will only be signed provided that i work for U/RGE the rest of the year.

of course, i wasn’t happy. it’s like booking a flight somewhere, finally getting the ticket you paid for, and ending up to a completely different place than the one you booked. i was agitated. i didn’t understand why she wanted me, of all people, to work for her. of course it was still a bit flattering, but i wanted a normal office life in SDS. i wanted to learn and soak up as much as i can. i wanted to work with new people, just to get over the fact that i lost the best team i have ever worked with (so far). i wanted to be good with my job, and i wanted to prove myself so i could start climbing up the ranks and land a scholarship, hopefully, under that division.

but ig life has different plans.

took me a few days to process that news, and also to come to terms with it. for a few days i was extremely lost-- i was grasping on straws thinking of counteroffers so that i can be reintegrated to SDS. i desperately soaked up as much self-help books, inspirational quotes, bible verses, and other motivating content i could find just so i could accept that i’ll be working on a post i didn’t originally wanted. i also felt guilty, that i’m being ungrateful of the opportunity, so i tried to accept it internally as quickly as i could.

once i’ve dealt with that, news just kept pouring.

josh got accepted for a scholarship that he applied for. it was in another country. while i was really happy for him, i couldn’t help but feel jealous. i knew i was capable as well. i wished it was me. i was proud of him, but i felt extremely bad for myself.. just because i want the same thing. then again, i scrambled to find as much “we go at our own pace” quotes to console myself from this. i felt like, i was being left out. people around me were getting really good, life-changing opportunities, and i was being stuck in a position i didn’t want, albeit it was an opportunity.

also,

rene, a college classmate, recently passed away.

i deactivated my facebook account and my twitter because i couldn’t bear to see the posts mourning his death. he was a very close friend of mine during college. the last time i saw him was during the wake of dada, and i never expected that the next wake i’ll be attending is his.

life is fucked up. and damn is it short. i couldn’t bear the fact that a very close, personal, friend of mine left this world too early. i know he wanted to be a doctor so bad, and he was on the way. he was class president. it really broke my heart hearing the news, scrolling through all the pictures he had on facebook.

i love you rene. may you rest in peace.

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dreams-of-cerulean · 2 years

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Send 🧿 for all of my muses bad thoughts they have had about yours to just come pouring out!

OOC Response :: Levant

When could I be like that? Strong. Powerful.

Even when I'm strong, will I still be subject to another person's will?

Does it ever end?

Admiration and envy, the proportion dependent on how she's feeling that day, color her thoughts of Crowley. She admires Crowley’s strength, her intelligence, and her determination. She can also respect her patience with Anima: even though Anima made a mistake that nearly killed the woman, she didn't lose her temper with the girl, only reassuring her that everything was alright.

Oh, how long will it take for her to reach those heights?

Probably a long time, given she’s nearly lost everything after the Dream took its gifts back.

...Aaand that’s where the jealousy kicks in.

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But even worse, despite having such power, Crowley is still subject to the whims of others; power still doesn’t mean she’s free. The so-called Buzzing seems to be the most benign of the lot, and they seem to be more assistive than anything else. On the other end, the Orochi Group clearly is hostile to Crowley and even put a bounty on her head.

Those asshats didn’t even remove it when she did them a huge favor by dealing with the Filth in their city. All they did was make the bounty less, which probably helps with the visibility but it doesn’t stop an opportunistic person looking for easy money.

The fact that Crowley just bowed her head and accepted that...

...She can’t help but lose a little bit of respect for her because of it.

Hell, if she had that sort of power, she’d give Orochi Group a damn good reason to put that bounty on her. She’s do everything she can to hurt them because how dare you provoke me, you ungrateful little shit.

She can also coolly acknowledge that she'd likely die doing so because if such a group can put a bounty on someone as powerful as Crowley, there's probably even more powerful folk backing them up.

The issues of having an innate nature that’s in direct opposition to her intelligence, she supposed. Her own personal issues with anger only add to that mix of admiration and envy for Crowley - because Crowley always seems like she’s in control of herself.

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On a secondary note, after the Anima thing, she can’t help but hate Crowley a little for treating her a child who watched something she shouldn’t have watched - even if those accidentally-posted security videos were gorier than most movie fare.

Yes, she understands that she physically is a child, and her hotheadedness probably doesn't help people’s perception of her. But she stopped being a child when the Dream descended for her - when she gained almost three extra years of mental age cause she no longer slept and when she got stuck into the intrigue between city factions and the occasion incident that threatened her life.

...Yet at the same time, she can’t help but appreciate the care shown because she’s never had such concern directed to her in the real world. Even her Mom / big sister is more of the tough love type. Lils meanwhile was more the “sit and listen to your problems” kind of girl.

In the end, her feelings about Crowley - mostly positive but ultimately complicated.

#creepy-crowleys #the precipice || OOC #// lev fails to realize that having 3 extra years of mental age still puts her mental age as a child

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fallinginthe-void · 3 months

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Underneath the read more tab is a rant and vent. Just a warning in case your curiosity gets the better of yall

I got talked to at work yesterday because I've been having issues. A coworker snitched and said that I "yelled at him" for coming to the back of the store (the cashier can't leave the front unattended as it's a loss prevention issue). Note, I didn't yell at all. Yes, I was being a little bossy but he's been here for over a year, he knows he can't leave the front alone! It doesn't help that when I told him, he tried to joke around and say no. That led to more issues.

According to my manager, my tone with how I handle customers and my coworkers have been more on the negative side and if it continues, it can lead to being written up for harassment. She said she understands that with being a keyholder, we have more responsibilities but I'm not the one who can tell others what to do. Fair, but what tf else am I supposed to do when I'm the one in charge of the store at that moment and things need to get done? If I tell someone to bring up the trash to the front, are they gonna snitch on me too?? Like, fuck! Now I'm getting my keyholder shifts suspended in an attempt to "lessen my stress". I was lucky to be getting 1 keyholder shift every 2 weeks (there's 2 keyholders total. Other keyholder gets most of those shifts because I'm trained in one more section of the store than he is so im utilized there more) but now I'm getting nothing?! What the fuck? I hold nothing against that keyholder, he's actually my best friend at work.

Unfortunately, I'm also in trouble for socializing too much with him at work because it leads to work not being done. If it keeps happening, we won't be scheduled together. That's fair, and I will do better on that. The part that bugs me, is when I told him about it, he said that he was never talked to about it and said he should also be held accountable for stuff like that. I'm pissed at the double standard on that

Part of the reason why my tone goes more to the negative side is because I have to deal with stupid people everyday! I wish that was an exaggeration! I once had 3 people get pissed off at me for asking them not to consume their snack/drinking before paying for it and that happened in a 24 hour period! Recently, I had a woman lose it at me because I told her she needed to pay for the card before writing in it! And that's the second time that's ever happened! Also, I don't care about the small pleasantries. You're a stranger, I don't care how you're doing. Do what you need to and leave. Stop talking and grab your shit faster, you're holding up the line and I'm the only cashier avaliable right now

My manager and assistant manager both said they've noticed my stress and asked if everything's okay in my life. I had to lie and say yes. They said I could talk to them both about anything. They are genuinely good people and I know they're doing their jobs too but I can't talk to them. I still have to respect the manager-staff relationship. Plus, how can I say that "no I'm not fine. My depression and anxiety are riding me into the ground, I'm terrified that I'm going to get kicked out of my apartment again (another story) even if I do nothing wrong, and with that terror, I've hardly unpacked anything because I want to be prepared if I do get evicted. My 6 year relationship with my long distance boyfriend is causing me extreme self doubt again because he has a hard time expressing affection and I need the affection, so the fact that it was getting really close to Valentines Day knowing that he only likes that day because it's when his pet bird hatched, I've been having multiple bouts of silent break downs where I can only stare at the ceiling and silently mourn the fact that I'll never be loved in the way I want to. I can't even tell him because we've had multiple conversations about it but very little has changed, plus I fear I'm going to sound ungrateful. So to fill that void, I've been reading character x reader fanfics to feel something, even if it's a synthetic sort of love. I'm sure as hell not getting it here in the real world!". I'm sure nothing will go wrong with telling my managers all that

I'm just so tired and there's nothing I can do. Therapy is too expensive and with how I've been feeling, if I even utter a single thought about ending myself (the feeling has been there for years but I've never acted on it), I'm sure to be sent to a psych ward. I can't afford to miss work either, I have bills to pay. Hell, I can barely cry about it properly because I've repressed that instinct for years and I hate the stuffed up nose I get with it

Just...I don't know anymore...I'm so tired

#rant #venting #don't reblog #you can scroll past or read #i honestly don't care #I just need to scream into the void that is the internet for a hot minute

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devourblood · 4 months

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i'm really not sure how to talk about all of this. i really hope this blog doesn't end up showing up on one of my follower's pages on main lol. if it does just pretend like you don't see this, okay?

i've just been slowly losing my mind like it always feels like nobody cares about me no matter how much they tell me that they do, and it makes me feel so fucking ungrateful. and then i feel bad for even complaining about this feeling instead of just rotting in it (which i am also doing, so ???)

like i'm just so angry all the time, at myself and at everyone who knows me because i keep victimising myself even though i KNOW that it's all my own fault. i'm self aware enough to recognise that im being stupid and accusing people of shit they haven't even done (in my head at least) but i'm not self aware enough to stop these thoughts or just generally fucking get better.

i constantly feel like everyone is better off without me but at the same time if someone doesn't care about me soon i will blame them personally for ruining my life even though i've never once actively asked for help.

i don't know what's wrong with me i can't talk to other people without assuming the absolute worst like i'm going insane here i keep wanting to beat myself to a pulp i can't deal with any of this i really can't

i've been actively hurting myself for so long and some of it is definitely for attention because i want SOMEONE just ANYONE to be like "oh. you're not just exaggerating. things really Are that bad for you." because it constantly feels like everyone thinks i'm making everything up. even if they aren't saying it.

i just can't deal with with the world either like i'm sorry this is such a stupid thing to say given the way the world currently is but i can't work i'm sorry you can chalk it up to laziness i don't care but i can't do it i'm not interested in it i don't have the energy for it i can't do it. i'm sorry but i'm too fucking busy trying not to kill myself or other people if you want to put me to work on top of that then nobody's coming out of it happy let me fucking tell you

i'm in college even though i've dropped out previously and i fucking hate it nothing makes me happy nothing brings me joy i want to die so bad i hate it i feel so guilty because i know that as much as i hate my mother she cares about me and has no one else left on this planet who she can rely on (not that she can rely on me, but at least superficially she thinks she can) and i just can't. this entire month i've been in so much pain wanting to die but i keep thinking that my moms going to find me dead and probably go insane because i've seen her when my grandma was dying i've seen the desperation on her face i've never seen anything like that before and as much as i fucking despise her i cannot bring myself to do that to her. and that makes everything so much worse because i do not fucking want to be here i don't want to be here i don't want to live i don't like any of this why can't something just run me over i wish someone would come to my house and kill me or something i don't know

i've been drinking a lot whenever i drink (not that i generally drink often, just whenever i Do drink yk) and i keep taking random pills with it because i've been avoiding taking my medicines because it doesn't do SHIT and makes everything worse and it's been making me go insane i wish someone cared enough to either fix my life for me or just let me die i don't fucking know

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mxxnkirby · 1 year

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I'm mad, I'm so mad at her

My crush friend and this girl we hang out with are the only people I talk to about my eating issues. It's always in a joking manner because well that's my coping mechanism and they've never minded before; we've always been comfortable talking to each other about anything. Keep in mind, we've always affectionately called her "the baby" or "our little girl" because she's usually the one we have to comfort or take care of. And we cannot say anything even remotely mean because it'll offend her.

During our lunch at the band contest, she didn't have to say anything. I was already starting to regret that stupid ice cream so when she sees me with it and says "ew that's so much ice cream, that's a lot of sugar", I lose it. I cry on the bus ride home and throw it away without eating it.

When we get back to school, she tells me something, I don't remember what it was, but hearing her voice made me cry again so there I am bawling my eyes out in the bathrooms skipping my 10th period. Our teacher was gone and my home ec teacher was telling them the classwork but she didn't want to do it :) She was tired from the competions, she said! So what does she do? She tells the teacher I was crying in the bathrooms to get her to leave. She gets pissed at my friend when he tries to stop her. Then at me for asking her why she did that when I'm forced back to class after a long lecture about how "everybody is beautiful". I knew at this point she didn't give a shit about ratting me out so I tried to be as nice to her as possible but that didn't work.

She's so mad at me that she reports me to the guidance counselor anonymously. Then yells about how ungrateful and irresponsible I am when (in front of her) I start joking about how scary guidance counselors are with our church friends; just to make sure it was her, and I guess I was right.

After church, we get ice cream (I suggested it, just out of spite) and when I jokingly say "don't make me cry this time" she gets mad and says what else was she supposed to do while I "was dogging on her".... What? When?

Next day, she tells my physics teacher.

She's at a theatre competition today, and her director is my English teacher. I'm scared right now of how far she'll go and it's stressful being offered food in front of her because I can't refuse it. Every day, I have to walk by the home ec room to get to lunch and my teacher gifts me a bite of this or a spoonful of that to try.

I trusted her, and now she's in complete control of this situation. She's mad at me for... Some reason? Because I'm not grateful for her "help"? Over a crybaby session she caused?

Genuinely think I'm in the right in this situation. Even if telling a responsible adult about these things is the "correct thing to do"... She could have done it months ago. She chose to do it specifically after being upset with me. This isn't about trying to help me, it's about being mad at me and that's what is upsetting me. That's unethical on so many levels.

#anyways don't trust people I guess💀#I talked about it to my friend and he agrees with me trying to avoid her for a while #especially since we're trying to prevent me from making purging a habit #and being forced to eat around her is not helping...#that ice cream on wednesday is the reason I'm doing the indefinitely long 'soft" fast #i love her but i hate her so much rn #ed but not sheeran #tw ed vent

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paintedtragedy59 · 1 year

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Vent Post bc I feel like I am losing it rn

I haven't been able to get any of my meds for months bc I don't have a working car and I missed an appointment and have been too anxious to call and reschedule bc my doctor was so angry with me last time i left in tears

now my landlord from hell is trying to raise rent again (among other things she has done for such stupid reasons) My gf and I share a car (That gets her to and from her job about ten minuets away and that's it) without a car a job is almost impossible around here.

plus I've had a hard time doing anything and as much as my gf says she doesn't mind covering both of our rent, ect i already feel awful I can't contribute as much. I've been trying so hard to do stuff around the house since I haven't been able to work but i've barely been showering, i've forced myself to do laundry when she needs a uniform washed, and do just enough dishes to keep the sink from overflowing before I just stop.

I feel like my ears are constantly ringing, I lay in bed for hours and everything is just so exhausting. Not to mention how often I've caught myself getting so angry at shit that doesn't matter lately and I know it doesn't matter but I still get bitchy or shut down completely and i can't stop myself and just feel worse about it later.

Last night I tore the living room apart bc I thought I saw bugs on the coffee table and when I couldn't find them I was convinced they hid but there was nothing there. Then I had to spend the time to put everything back right before anyone got up. I keep thinking someone is here when I'm home alone. I keep having to double check rooms before i do anything at all bc i'm convinced someone is here.

on top of that we haven't had a scale in the house so I can't even keep track of my weight and im convinced that i've only been gaining.

Nothing feels enjoyable anymore. When I go out with my friends on the rare occasion I feel like I'm just counting down time until I'm home. When I'm home I'm just..existing. I've lost all hobbies. I haven't touched my paints. I haven't picked up a book in months. Nothing feels worth it.

I relapsed into sh a while ago and it's getting harder to keep it hidden and I hate myself for relapsing back. I hate that I'm so tired despite doing almost nothing. I hate it. I am so tired of living like this and it just keeps getting worse. I hate waking up. I hate feeling like there's nothing at all, or like everything is wrong. I don't want to live like this

I've been debating on if I need to go to a hospital but I have such an intense fear of them, when I was younger I'd be threatened with being put in a mental hospital and left there since I was so depressed and 'ungrateful' and was told horror stories about how awful they were. and I've seen so many people talking about how awful it was that I feel like I'd rather die. Not to mention what would it even help? A pat on the back and a note to go to a doctor I already can't go to? Discharge me with no help figuring anything out? why fucking bother going through more trauma?

I just don't know what to do anymore

#tw vent

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wildcatofgreen · 1 year

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She looked up at the sky.

Moonlight.

It was Stones day already, wasn't it? Or, probably close to it.

Shit she'd been out here for hours, just meditating, focusing on that stupid gemerald of her's.

And the worst part is... she felt like it barely helped anything. Eugh. It felt more... agonizing, than anything. She could barely actually focus on the gem, barely actually focus on anything except on how fucking cold it was. Her hoodie was just not enough for this kind of weather.

But she's supposed to overcome these kinds of setbacks, right? No matter how agonizing this shit was. Because she had to win against Spade. Had to get that second gemerald. Had to keep her security.

And, well, it's not like she didn't stand a chance against him now. She had those soul gems from Bakunawa. She had these weird special goggles from Evie. He wouldn't know what the hell hit him when he tried his stupid bullshit on her. A face full of dragon boost would be enough to shut him up.

Actually wait how the hell would Lyli react to her just using her thing like that.

...Eh, lets uh. Lets not think about that.

In fact not thinking about her was part of the reason she came up here, wasn't it?

She stood and pat the bits of snow off of her, taking out her jump disc and throwing it against the snow. And out appeared her bike, engine already running.

She crouched down and picked up her stupid gemerald, then looked out across all of the snowy plains.

...hell.

She. Probably should have left earlier than this.

Fucking hell she wishes she was at Dail's stupid palace right now. It was too cold for any of this right now. Why couldn't she just blip there? Like she's blipped to other places before--sure, she's needed their charms or whatever, but like. She can do it!!!

Spade can do it!!! He can do it super easily!!! That stupid fucking fuck!!!!!!

Why could he do it easily, but she couldn't??? Why'd he have such an easy time with it??? Why'd those stupid teleporting target things still trip her up??? Why can't she just skip to the end already??? Be done with all of this stupid bullshit and spend time with her stupid friends and do stupid things????? She's

sick of fucking everything.

Why can't things slow down? Why can't she catch a break? Why can't she just go back? Stones damn it WHY!!!

She collapses in front of her bike, her gem starting to glow bright. The only light besides the moon tonight.

So many fucking things. Not enough answers. Not enough answers. Never enough answers, never enough anything. Except for cash, apparently. She's loaded with that. Enough cash to lose a whole chest of it and still be fine. Enough connections that she can do stupid stunts like this in the first place. Hell, she can do things she never ever imagined she'd ever be able to do.

And she hated it?!?!

Spirits, people must think she's so fucking ungrateful for having so much and not liking any of it. That other people would kill to be in her position right now. Nice husband, nice bike, nice friends, nice job, nice everything. She had it SO GOOD.

So fucking good.

So how come it didn't feel like it?

. . .

"I'm so sick of this, man.

"What the hell am I doing right now. Training? For what? Just to lose again? Fighting for everything to crumble down on top of me again?

"Damn it.

"Damn it!"

Her gem's light almost entirely engulfed her as she punched it into the snow floor before her.

"Iun't even wanna think about this hotel sierra right now, dude.

"Just..."

She leans on her bike, eyes shut tight.

"Lemme sleep in a nice warm bed. Lemme have that? Before I gotta face all this shit again in the mornin'."

Blip.

She was gone.

As if she was never there to begin with.

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Face down in the ground, her bike on top of her, the first thing she really noticed was the overwhelming feeling of heat.

She called her bike back to her jump disc--sure, she could lift the thing, but being under a ton of metal still wasn't pleasant--and stood... slowly. Her body was still pretty rigid from being in the cold all day. But she felt warmth all around her.

Blinked, once, twice.

A bed next to her, a simple dresser next to the bed, a window just above the dresser--

SLAM!!!

The door opened, and in it's frame was a dog guard from Shuigang, seemingly panicked, but with her staff at the ready.

"SHUIGANGESE GUARD, RAISE YOUR HANDS AND oh it's just you, Carol."

What was this girl's name again? Julie? Joline? No, no, those were different people.

She squinted at the guard, head tilted to a side.

The guard, now relaxed, put a hand at her hip with a brow raised.

"Hey, how'd you get in here, anyway? What, you climbed through the window?

"...And uh. This isn't your room." She scratched the back of her ear, "I mean you can stay in here if you want but we were supposed to give you a room closer to the exit. Easier to get to the mountains that way."

Carol... didn't have words for her right now, not really. She just sort of blinked and rubbed her arm.

The guard shrugged.

"Eh. You're the hero, not me. I guess you can do whatever you want as long as it's not breaking any laws. Just... try to make your entrance a little less bumpy next time, alright? You're lucky it was me and not Han! That boy would of arrested you on the spot!" She snickered, "Talk about a Neera Junior, am I right?" And shot finger guns at the wildcat.

She just blinked again.

"Haha," awkward laughter, followed by clearing of her throat, "Well! If you need anything, just fetch one of us, or knock really, really hard. We'll be around.

"Oh, and someone left you a present near the King's throne? Looked like a bike of some kind. It was weird--none of us wanted to touch it in case it was a bomb.

"Can you like... go and get that before King Dail wakes up? You know, just in case it is a bomb." She turned to leave, before stopping herself and shooting another finger gun or two at the cat, "Oh yeah! Happy Stones day!"

And with that, she shut the door and left the wildcat to her own devices.

. . .

What the fuck, man.

#carol's cruisings #carol's adventures #ic update #npc speaks #npc speaks | judy #i forgot i had an npc tag OOPS MY BAD

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner. Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing.

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you.

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!”

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.”

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

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