#apparently stress can trigger a burst.

[rxsilabeth--er]

If your not accepting requests you can absolutely ignore this!!! I just found your content recently and got hooked

I absolutely adore trans!Reggie as a transman myself (literally starving for any content rn 😭) May I request trans!Reggie and Transman! Reader headcanons? Fluff and smut welcomed. Just imagine the bonding and inside jokes or comforting each other whenever they are dysphoric. T4T my beloved

:: Tit for Tat

Now calling....Author: "Hello?? Yes! Sorry, this took a bit long, I was working a lot due to school!! I hope this is okay, I'm a cis girl so no idea how I should go with this request, but I'll try!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "Regulus, a boy who was wrongly first put in a girl's body dates you. You both are transmen and are dating. HCs about Reggie dating a transman! Reader"

Now calling....Warnings: "Transman!Reader|| Established relationship|| NSFW headcanons|| underage sex: fingering, riding, kissing, face riding.|| Barty sleeping with elder girls for fun|| smoking|| drinking, usual shit in marauder's era|| homophobic allies|| mentions of suicide|| Triggering content to some trans people, putting this here incase it does..|| Tell me if I did anything wrong, but please be nice! Thank you all for reading, liking and reblogging is greatly appreciated|| Bye!!||

▩ Now I suppose you both actually met in the Hogwarts express in first year as girls, you sat beside a gorgeous girl with black hair, pale skin, gorgeous eyes as a boy who matched her looks burst in, hugging her, "There you are, little bugger!! I'll be with James, Peter and Remus, don't cause troubles." he said as she nodded, before he smiled at you and walked away as you smiled and complimented her as she blushed softly, "Thanks." absolutely gorgeous.

▩ You and her sat in silence. But after a half-Korean boy, a boy with albinism, his twin sister and a girl with gorgeous dark skin and prettiest braids you've ever seen, one thing led to another and you all sat on the same table at the Great Hall with green decorating your table.

▩ And in second year, you both began liking each other, but the gorgeous girl with black hair and pale skin from Black family was nervous what her family will think or feel about her being a girl while dating a girl, but you promised to keep it a secret along with Sirius and you both began dating or more like like being in a kiddie relationship until it became sirius serious in 4th year.

▩ You both weren't just innocent girls no, with Barty, Evan, the marauders and so many dirty minded kids your age, you both also weren't innocent, making out in Myrtle's bathroom in the bathrooms, softly learning how to finger each other by Barty's instruction who was given to him when he slept with some elder Hogwarts girl.

▩ You eventually learned how to lock your doors, perform silencing charms earlier than most and more because your girlfriend couldn't keep her hands off of you and you got wet too quickly hearing her whines and her pushing her fingers over your stockings where your cunt would be.

▩ softly as you both grew until it was fifth year and your girlfriend began distancing herself from you, and things weren't going good, stress was building up for exams and stuff and on top of that, you started getting gender dysphoria and began questioning your identity as a girl.

▩ Barty and Evan began giving you cigarettes and drinks in forth years, pretty young, you knew that and it did help sometimes take off the stress and you saw SO many kids your age do it, Slytherins did not allow third years and below to drink or smoke, only allowed for forth years and fifth years, apparently it was a rule.

▩ One thing and it turned into half a bottle and you drunkenly stumbling to your girlfriend to whom you confessed everything and woke up the next day laying in bed against her. You and her both confessed your problems and agreed to be together during this journey. One was going to Madame Pomfrey secretly and having her give you testosterone shots or getting magical binders which literally vanish your boobs for as long as you wear it and it's so comfortable. Who knew wizards were so accepting? You definitely didn't. Well everyone other than purebloods.

▩ And by the end of fifth year, you and him cut your hair, Bellatrix tried cursing Regulus until Andromeda said she was acting like how a muggle would and suddenly, she was a homophobic ally, does that exist? Well, who knows, his parents, and Bellatrix sure were, though she did try to hex him, since he looked so manly and so muc like a guy, she forgot he was a girl after one point.

▩ His parents were thinking of disowning him, but that meant that the family house and fortune would go to Alphard and Aurelia, and she would rather be cruico'd than let that happen, so she named him as the heir, saying to people that since he was such a sick child, they didn't mention him, but his "sister" (aka his dead self) was a blood traitor, and people didn't really give a fuck.

▩ The most accepting of you both were Alphard and Aurelia, Regulus's uncle and aunt and Walrbuga's younger brother and ex-best friend because Alphard had a trans friend himself and he and Aurelia were bi before it had a name. They sent him so many letters, trying to bond with him and Sirius and it did work for a long time.

▩ Now speaking of you both being trans. He will take SUCH good care of you during your period or if you're feeling dysphoric or something, softly riding you pussy with his own, rubbing your clits together with his cold, ringed fingers as he praised you, telling you how handsome you are, stuff like that.

▩ Force you to sit on his face like it's a chair and eat you out for hours on end, tweaking your nipples, if you haven't had surgery or if you have, does not matter. But will be more gentle and only lick your nipples if you have had top surgery or something.

▩ Please please please! Comfort him when he gets dysphoric, he gets suicidal thoughts and you love him so much and he's so cute, and he needs all the comfort in the world. Loves it if you fuck the good thoughts into him~

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[citruslullabies]

Might as well also be the first to request this one! But a Freddy Fazbear x Security guard!Reader? It's after hours and freddy noitces the reader is looking stress so they offer them some comfort :3

The way I had to fight with this

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic: I'm gonna assume platonic

Requested by: BEO (bestest ever ong)

Category: comfort fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): Freddy Fazbear x security guard!reader

Word count: 912

Bear Hugs… or pats?

You worked as a security guard for the overpriced pizza place called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, and to be quite honest it was really tiring.

Children always assumed you wanted to play while you'd stay on duty, patrolling the area - you worked in broad daylight so you didn't get the same luxury as a night guard to just sit down and watch cameras. Since apparently it was safer to walk around in daylight, despite the sun never stopping any crimes.

The place had always irked you. Something felt off about your boss, and your coworkers and the animatronics. The children in blissful unawareness and yet the parents always had a glint of suspicion in their eyes, but brushed it off as being too paranoid over their children. Maybe it was the old news and reporting of missing children, all with a little money from the big man to persuade the news articles to stop, the awareness suddenly vanished.

You always hated that. How your boss without a single worry, instead of finding out who did it, had brushed it under the rug. Business was business and money was money, you supposed. You eyed the clock longingly, excitement bubbling in your chest as the time for your day of work was at its end. You walked happily to the employee area, ready to get changed before your boss stopped you. William Afton. “(Your name), would you mind coming in later tonight? Scott called in sick.” he said, great. You wanted to say no since the overtime pay wasn't gonna be THAT great. But you groaned and reluctantly spit out the words he was wanting to hear.

“Of course, Mr. Afton.” You said with venom and hesitance in your voice but hey, what could ya do? Maybe with a little extra cash you can finally start saving up to get a new car if it wasn't all spent on other finances. Yours kept making odd ragged sounds of exhaustion. He gave you a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes and he walked off.

You went home before Scott's shift that you were taking over, getting something to eat before heading in. At least tomorrow was your day off so you could sleep all day. You walked inside the building and grimaced… it just seemed so much more horrifying when it was empty and dark. You shifted your bag up onto your shoulder, taking a deep breath in and a deep breath out. You had to find a new job, you were barely making ends meet with this one. With bills and groceries and repairs needed on your car that let's be honest, at this point was almost too far gone, you needed a new better paying job. You were walking to the back office, where the cameras were and a beaten down chair, before your gaze turned over to the animatronics… where was Freddy?

You stopped and stared before a few minutes, before hearing robotic footsteps behind you. You blinked and slowly turned around, eyes widening at the sight of the massive teddy bear holding a pizza box in one hand and his microphone in the other. You were frozen still before adrenaline kicked in, causing you to run for the office. There was a phone in there, right? You could call 911 and be saved. You nearly tripped but caught yourself and your breath, hearing the footsteps behind you get closer. “HOLY SHIT-!”

You yelped when all the sudden a large paw grabbed your wrist, not tightly but firmly. You tried to wriggle and get away from this thing, hyperventilating as you tried to kick and pry and cry. You sniffled and burst out into tears, shaking your head as you slowly fell to your knees In front of the unmoving beast.

“Please.. please I don't, I don't wanna die…” You mumbled weakly, shaking your head as you felt your right arm still being held up above your head. You were prepared for anything, shaking aggressively and feeling terrified of what was to come. Your heart thumping out of your chest when you heard a squeaky robotic arm coming down, before you flinched when feeling it awkwardly pat you on the head. You slowly looked up at the Freddy Fazbear animatronic, face ugly with tears and snot from feeling like you were about to die.

He just stood there, the hand that was holding his microphone now resting on your head and the other hand holding pizza. His ears twitched a bit and he stared down at you, before slowly and mechanically kneeling down and offering you the box with silence. You sniffled and seemed confused but horrified, slowly and hesitantly taking the box. You looked back up at him with horrified eyes and gulped, anxiety pulsing through your body. He just gave you a nod before slowly bringing his body back up, watching your every move intently.

You opened the box and inside was… a pizza. A cheese pizza, with pepperoni’s decorating it making out a small sentence, one that left you puzzled as your eyes moved around every detail from the crust to the words 'you're doing great’ that were thrown on, looking sloppy but obviously with an attempt at making it neat. You slowly looked back up at the bear, cocking your head to the side and feeling him give your head a pat again before heading back to the stage.

Well, that was one hell of a weird experience.

Thanks for requesting!

[hannahwatcheshorror]

THE SENTINEL (1977)

Want to see a priest look out a window? Want to see it again? Have I got the movie for you! This is a slow and funky little walk through a model's life in her Brooklyn brownstone that she happens to share with a creepy old priest. Will hijinks ensue? You bet your bottom dollar! But the most interesting thing that happens is a cat's birthday party. That and a young Christopher Walken but he barely talks.

⭐⭐.5

Trigger Warning Self Harm, Suicide Attempt, Human Beings with Deformities (Used as Props) 

So Alison is dating Michael but she is an independent lady so she moves into a brownstone in Brooklyn that happens to house an enormously creepy Priest on the top floor who just stares out over everything even though he is apparently blind. The eclectic neighbors are bothering Alison as well as headaches and fainting. She has fainted at work twice now and is chalking it up to not getting enough sleep because she is visited by the eccentric old man who lives above her (he literally brings his cat and bird into her home) and has a less charming meeting with the highly sexual lesbians downstairs. This is all before there is a birthday party for Jezebel the cat! Hooray! But that night there is a lot of walking around in the apartment just above Allison's and she is stressed out about it so she complains to the realtor about the tenants and… Her and the priest are the only ones living there. Dun dun dun! 

They looked in the apartments that had previously been occupied and found nothing which was very shocking to poor Alison who very much remembered singing “Happy Birthday” to a cat. This is distressing to her as well as the fact that she reads a book and all the words are in Latin to her (but not to anyone else). Michael gets it translated and it is a prayer. Spooky! The scheme is that the church is somehow taking people suicidal and then forcing them to live out the rest of their lives as folks of the cloth? Basically the poor sap, I mean, Priest, that is upstairs always watching but not seeing (as Alison so kindly pointed out) used to be a man by a different name who apparently committed suicide BUT really he lived and they made him a priest! Wack! Simply wack! But even worse they find a file saying that the church is going to turn Alison next! They only have one day to save her from the transformation and they don’t even know how it happens exactly!

Okay so basically the people of the cloth are the good guys who stave off the ghosts of the murderers who live in the building and I guess they don’t help the next person who is going to be attached onto by the ghosts because they can only do that dramatically at the end. Seriously, they covered up over the sign that said “this is the entrance to hell” because they want the next nun or priest to waltz in and maybe kill themselves. WACK. They didn't help Alison 'til the end and she went to the door several times! Only at the very end when she is about to end it all do they appear and by then it is too late for any ending other than her becoming the next Sentinel but come ON. She ends up blind and alone, not that Murderer Michael was a keeper but come ON.

Oh yeah, when Michael is killed by the other priest for trying to kill the main creepy priest so he comes back as a spooky ghost and we find out that he got somebody to kill his previous lady! Wack! The most believable thing in this movie was Jeff Goldblum jumping up to help when Alison passed out at a work party. He shoves more food into his mouth and then bursts through the doors with her in his arms and I felt safer than when Tony Todd held Barbara in Night of the Living Dead 1990. 

This movie was slow and weird, it took forever to get to the climax which I thought was pretty convoluted. I don’t understand how the ghosts were giving her headaches, I don’t know why she couldn’t have just left, I don’t know why the priests never really helped her even though they are supposed to be the good guys. This was made in 1977 and it still plays on one of my least favorite tropes, that old = scary/bad by making you think the priest is the bad guy. I think it is a lazy misdirection and it is too obvious, the creepy old priest can’t be the bad guy but hey, all I do is watch horror movies so what would I know.

----------------------HANNAH WATCHES HORROR---------------------

[great-health-stuff]

🤔 Why Am I So Moody? Blame the Blood Sugar Rollercoaster! 🎢😠

Ever feel like your mood is swinging wildly for no apparent reason? 널 One minute you're fine, the next you're irritable, suddenly anxious, or crashing with fatigue? While many factors influence our emotions, one major sneaky culprit might be hiding in your last meal or snack... 🍪🍩🥤

It's the infamous Blood Sugar Rollercoaster. Here’s how it messes with your mood:

The SPIKE: When you eat foods high in processed sugar or refined carbohydrates (think candy, soda, white bread, sugary cereals) without much protein, fat, or fiber, your blood sugar shoots up rapidly. You might feel a temporary burst of energy or even euphoria.

The Insulin Rush: Your body releases insulin to quickly shuttle all that sugar out of your bloodstream and into your cells. Sometimes, especially with large sugar loads, it overreacts.

The CRASH: Insulin works too well, causing your blood sugar to plummet quickly and fall below optimal levels (hypoglycemia).

THIS is where the mood swings kick in. That crash isn't just about feeling physically tired. Your body perceives low blood sugar as an emergency and triggers the release of stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline.

This hormonal surge can manifest as:

Irritability & Snappiness: Hello, "hangry" monster! 😠

Increased Anxiety or Jitters: Feeling suddenly worried or on edge. 😟

Sudden, Overwhelming Fatigue:��Brain fog descends, energy vanishes. 😴🌫️

Difficulty Concentrating: Your brain needs stable fuel! 🤔

Intensified Cravings: Your body screams for another quick sugar fix to bring levels back up, perpetuating the cycle. 🍭

What Sends You on This Ride?

Sugary drinks (soda, sweetened coffees, energy drinks)

Candy, cookies, pastries, doughnuts

White bread, white pasta, white rice (especially eaten alone)

Many processed breakfast cereals

Large amounts of simple carbs without balancing nutrients

How to Get Off the Rollercoaster & Stabilize Your Mood:

It's all about keeping blood sugar levels steady:

⚖️ Balance Your Plate: Always aim to pair carbohydrates with protein, fiber, and healthy fats. These slow down sugar absorption. (Think apple + almond butter, not just apple juice; chicken + brown rice + veggies, not just pasta).

🌾 Choose Complex Carbs: Opt for whole grains (oats, quinoa, brown rice), legumes, fruits, and vegetables. Their fiber content helps stabilize blood sugar.

🍽️ Eat Regularly: Avoid skipping meals, which can lead to blood sugar dips and subsequent overeating/poor choices.

💧 Stay Hydrated: Dehydration can sometimes mimic hunger or fatigue.

🧐 Read Labels: Be mindful of added sugars hiding in processed foods (sauces, dressings, yogurts).

Your food choices directly influence your brain chemistry and emotional state. Fueling your body consistently with balanced, whole foods isn't just good for physical health – it's fundamental for mental well-being too! ✨

Do you notice a link between what you eat and how you feel emotionally? 👇 Got any go-to balanced snacks that keep you steady? Share below or reblog if this resonates!

[tgrailwar-zero]

Hey Lune, we understand if you can’t answer this, but uh, are there any other uses to trigger keys apart from the “gather enough and you can enter the core” one? Caster at least seemed to want one of them, but it didn’t seem like it was extremely high priority for her?

"Not really, the Trigger Key is basically a 'post-game' thing? Once a Servant wins the war, then they can either collect the Trigger Keys for a bigger reward, or just sit back and wait for the Admin to come, I think! So nobody is really stressing about them right now, since there's not much point if the war is still happening. As far as I know, at least. Maybe the Admin has more uses for them?"

LUNE explained, as you walked down the steps and out of the inn, seeing a number of people gathered outside.

It seemed like the level of 'awareness' that the NPCs had regarding the war varied from place to place- the people in the Nameless City seemed to have little to no awareness- or those two girls were just mean for no reason. The mind of a teenager, even a virtual one, was hard to parse.

However, in this town, you could see people watching from their homes or stepping outside to watch the duel. Apparently the news spread relatively quickly, as HISTORIA stood next to a figure in a white hood.

His face was familiar, yet still hazy. However, based on the sideways glare he was giving KUKULKAN, it seemed like his memory was a bit on the clearer side.

HISTORIA stepped between the two, prompting introductions.

"Ah, there you two are. K, this is the town doctor."

KUKULKAN held out a hand.

"Nice to meet you!"

He didn't return the handshake.

As much as you expected a confrontation, he merely looked at you and KUKULKAN, and said:

"Get this over with and leave."

Before he stepped off to the wayside, hands in his pockets. HISTORIA chuckled, shaking his head a bit.

"Don't mind him, he's not the most social. But now we can determine the terms of combat. Again, we're fighting until surrender. Special abilities are allowed, but True Name releases regarding Noble Phantasms are banned. We've been given permission to fight within town limits, but try to keep collateral damage to a minimum. The Doctor will stop the fight if things get too out of hand, and also proclaim a winner himself if the bout goes on for too long without a clear victor. I won't be fighting, Lune will. I'll just be 'damage control'."

LUNE and KUKULKAN both nodded their heads in understanding, as they both separated, each walking several paces away from each other.

As soon as LUNE was a fair distance away, they began to shimmer with a bright light, their outfit shifting. Ribbons and frills spilled out from around them, as a long, ornate blade appeared in their hands, shining with a holy light. It didn't seem entirely like battle attire, and yet it seemed fitting.

"…What's that look about? Don't think I can fight in these clothes?"

"That's not it at all. You just seem happy in that outfit. I trust that you'll give it 100%?"

"Of course! Watch me, Historia! I'm in 'Holy Knight' mode, after all!"

KUKULKAN shot you a look. She clearly wasn't happy with your lack of faith in her mana control, especially after specifically assuring you all it would be fine beforehand.

"Speaking of, be nice, Lune. I know His Majesty let you carry around more… 'tools' than usual upon summoning, but don't get carried away."

LUNE, who had finished doing a few skirt-twirls while the others were talking, finally settled a few paces away.

"C'mon, Historia. They're the ones bragging about how big and strong and powerful they are. As a paladin, I've gotta show them what's what! Besides, I can feel His Majesty's pressure on my Spirit Origin. I can't lose!"

"In fact, why don't I give K the first shot? Fire the biggest mana burst you can at me, if you think you're such hot-shots, huh? But if you don't take me out in one hit, then you're gonna super regret it!"

KUKULKAN furrowed her brow, before you felt her mana start to rise, concentrated in her fists.

(Stats will update on the pinned post after each Main Post!)

Servant: Kukulkan

Statistics:

Strength: C

Endurance: C

Agility: B

Mana: EX

Luck: A

NP: B++

Starting Health: 7/7

Starting Mana: 13/13

[belit0]

I feel like a brat aga- part 2

Don't underestimate my Otouto you piece of shit - Madara, probably.

Characters: Uchiha Izuna - Uchiha Madara - Senju Tobirama

Days have passed since the... little... incident with Izuna took place in Tobi's lab. Anija checks were wrong, as the albino refused to leave until finding at least one viable path to a solution.

As amusing as it was, he couldn't leave his friend in an eight-year-old body. Since the Uchiha was unconscious when the transformation took place, Tobirama can't even know for sure if the seal didn't also affect his memories, his soul.

What if he is literally the child he was when the two met, became friends?

What if Izuna remembers absolutely nothing of his adult life?

That triggers a sense of urgency in him, prompting an impulse towards finding the flaw and solution before it's too late. He doesn't know exactly what he's up against, as Izuna must be sheltered under the protective wings of his older brother, but what if Madara ties up the loose ends? What if he somehow discovers the truth?

All is stress and uncertainty until Hashirama sends one of his summonses and calls him back to the village in an emergency, communicating that an imminent battle with the Uchiha is about to break out.

Oh, hell.

Senju's heart is caught in his throat as he heads towards the meeting point with his brother and his clan, his face shows no emotion but inside he can feel the anxiety growing.

There's no way Madara would be so reckless as to allow the shrinking Izuna to show up, is there?

Yeah, Madara is an idiot.

When the two clans face each other with a few meters of distance in between, the picture Tobirama finds is... is...

Usually, his friend would stand next to his older brother, the same position he takes with Hashirama as second in command. Today, however, eight-year-old Izuna is in Madara's embrace, propped up on the Uchiha leader's waist while hiding his face in his big brother's neck.

Madara looks like a father, is all anyone can think of as he sees Hashirama's lower lip tremble dangerously. Before Anija's crocodile tears burst in front of the two groups and Senjus lose all the respect they carry, Tobirama takes the initiative.

"What happened to your brother, Uchiha?"

The best option is to pretend.

Izuna's small body shudders at the sound of the Senju's voice, and his face hides even more in his older brother's skin. Madara runs a large reassuring hand across his small back and whispers something in his ear that makes him... smile?

"There's no way we're fighting a child, that's something our fathers would have done, Uchiha!"

Tobirama tries again, being completely ignored by the secret interaction of both Uchihas. But his last statement causes some reaction in the leader, as he concentrates all his attention on him.

"Don't underestimate my Otouto, Senju."

With those words, Izuna lets go of his larger brother's arms and lands on the ground. Dressed in the same clothes he wore as a child, this apparently fills Tobi with nostalgia, and he doesn't notice when the boy disappears with lightning speed.

War cries erupt around him as little Izuna almost thrusts a Katana into his chest. Had Hashirama not stopped him with his vines. Madara bursts at the situation, seeing that the Senju leader sets his grip.

This is bad, terrible.

But Madara must have full confidence in Izuna's abilities as he disappears into a mess of smoke and wood, fighting tirelessly with Hashirama and leaving Tobirama to deal with the little nuisance.

Izuna does not hesitate and lunges at him again and again with a killer instinct. The Senju simply defends himself, blocking and dodging. He has to admit missing fighting the Uchiha in his adult size, as this brat slips between his legs and hits points he had never reached before.

What a hassle.

So the albino leads the fight to the most recondite point of the battlefield, considering the little rat follows him like a good boy trying to make his Aniki happy. Jumping through the trees and using the advantage of his speed, it is easy to ambush the child.

Now what?

[bisexualcarriefisher]

I feel so sad and depressed and apathetic and low energy and anxious and overwhelmed and scared lately, I'm just not doing okay at all. I didn't feel good yesterday following a panic attack the night before. gut was still upset so eating was weird, then on the way to a friend's house for a christmas get together, my contact lens dislodged from the center of my eye and, with the help of a friend, I managed to pull half of it out... but couldn't find the other half. luckily I had brought my glasses with me, like this literally happened on the way there lol. then on the way home my bf took me to subway for some food but when we got home I got a fucking migraine and burst into tears. took my migraine meds which helped it not worsen thank fucking god, but it meant I couldn't really eat still. (think migraine was triggered by either stress or lights being shone in my eye to find lens, probably latter. or both.) bf tried to help looking for rest of lens still but couldn't see it. so today I decided to call the opticians so they could get it out. I went through on the bus and was there super early. they managed to find it and get it out thankfully!!!!!

bf is at work today until 5pm. and then tomorrow he's at work until 4. sunday until 8pm. monday until 4pm. christmas eve he took an overtime shift for some bastard reasons so not back until 8pm. and then because i have to walk to my doctor's appointment on xmas eve I was considering going to my mum's after so I don't have to be alone and I could mario kart with my sister and stuff. but last night my mum said she has sickness and diarrhoea, so there's a chance I won't even be able to go round for christmas... everything is just fucking ruined and i hate it so much. and i'm sooo scared of getting ill. I was with my mum when she first started having diarrhoea but I guess I would've caught it by now. it's just such a contagious illness and GI symptoms and being unwell trigger panic attacks for me... which is hell on earth. and then, just being alone a lot lately is fucking awful and making me feel worse mentally and emotionally. i'm just not coping and need some stability and for my bf to be around. I really hope my mum will feel better soon otherwise everything is going to be way worse than expected, but apparently you can still be really contagious 2 days after you feel better. but then still contagious for up to 2 weeks. I really wanted christmas to be good this year but it's like worse than I ever thought possible.

and, as i've mentioned recently, still struggling with being able to do anything to distract myself because of my low energy and lack of interest in things. so the isolation is brutal.

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

Oh, I know this one

So, the stabbing happened after he had died on the cross

Usually dying on teh cross took a long long time

-> super miserable death

But Jesus (according to the bible) died very quickly

SO, one of the romans, stabbed him to see if he had just fainted or if he was like dead dead (because I guess taking him of the cross was to much work or something ... )

-> The falling of darkness and all that supernatural shit was clearly not good enough a sign ...

And since blood AND water (seperated) came out that proofed beyond a doupt that he was like dead dead ...

-> Not sue why, since that happening has nothing to do with the dying per se and more with the way he died ...

Normally, to breathe in, the diaphragm (the large muscle that separates the chest cavity from the abdominal cavity) must move down. This enlarges the chest cavity and air automatically moves into the lungs (inhalation). To exhale, the diaphragm rises up, which compresses the air in the lungs and forces the air out (exhalation). As Jesus hangs on the cross, the weight of His body pulls down on the diaphragm and the air moves into His lungs and remains there. Jesus must push up on His nailed feet (causing more pain) to exhale.

The difficulty surrounding exhalation leads to a slow form of suffocation. Carbon dioxide builds up in the blood, resulting in a high level of carbonic acid in the blood. The body responds instinctively, triggering the desire to breathe. At the same time, the heart beats faster to circulate available oxygen. The decreased oxygen (due to the difficulty in exhaling) causes damage to the tissues and the capillaries begin leaking watery fluid from the blood into the tissues. This results in a build-up of fluid around the heart (pericardial effusion) and lungs (pleural effusion). The collapsing lungs, failing heart, dehydration, and the inability to get sufficient oxygen to the tissues essentially suffocate the victim. The decreased oxygen also damages the heart itself (myocardial infarction) which leads to cardiac arrest. In severe cases of cardiac stress, the heart can even burst, a process known as cardiac rupture.

SOURCE

rapid heartbeat caused by hypovolemic shock also causes fluid to gather in the sack around the heart and around the lungs. This gathering of fluid in the membrane around the heart is called pericardial effusion, and the fluid gathering around the lungs is called pleural effusion.

SOURCE

Although ... shouldn't the blood have like congealed if he was dead????

Like ... I feel like the scoence of stabbing someone to figure out if he is dead is very wonky at best ...

But like it's a whole ass thing and it is depicted in christian art ...

-> Like you can see above in the picture that there is red and white coming out of the jesus keg -> blood AND water

Said blood and water (according to ... the bible? and christian lore) was then caught in a chalice aka THE hold grail ... like the blood made it holy, ... before it was just liek a normal chalice ...

-> the angel keging him is holding THE HOLY GRAIL to cathc the water and blood

And now that grail is imbued with like super hyper magical mystical godly power via touching jesus blood ...

-> That's why that scene is so important and therefor frequentyl depicted ... the middle ages where opsessed with the holy grail ... and so was the 19th century ...

And apparently so where the nazis ...

Beginning in 1933, German writer Otto Rahn published a series of books tying the Grail, Templars, and Cathars to modern German nationalist mythology. According to Rahn, the Grail was a symbol of a pure Germanic religion repressed by Christianity. Rahn's books inspired interest in the Grail within the Nazi occultist circles and led to the SS chief Heinrich Himmler's abortive sponsorship of Rahn's search for the Grail, as well as many subsequent conspiracy theories and fictional works about the Nazis searching for the Grail.[53]

SOURCE

Although ... I have to say that water is not the most intersting thing that ever came out of a jesus ... XD

Being raised by areligious jews with 0 exposure to christianity outside pop culture is so fun. One time I asked my ex-catholic friend why a picture of jesus had a bristle crown and she looked at me like I was insane. One time I heard someone mention the "lance of longinus" and responded, word for word, "Like from Evangelion?" One time during a history lesson my professor described an important monk and scholar as "Dominican" and I spent the rest of class super confused and hung up on it because I was very sure that the Dominican Republic didn't meaningfully exist as an entity back then, maybe she meant he was a native Taino or something but that's a weird way to say that and I'm pretty sure this was pre- European contact? Really fucks people up when they realize I genuinely have no idea.

[purplesurveys]

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1. If you had to choose, whiskey or tequila? Why?:  I can think of very few things worse than the taste of whiskey, so I'll have to go with tequila even though I hardly take shots of those anymore.

2. While doing school work, do you take your time or do you try to get it done as quickly as possible?: I'm not in school anymore, but for work it depends on how much bandwidth I've got left. Sometimes I'll really strong bursts of energy while also being able to accomplish stuff quickly; but there are also days where I can't bring myself to give a fuck and I'm a little kinder.

3. When did you last wear a scrunchie?: It may have been last year. I got a scrunchie from my salon during one of the times I had my hair dyed – I was able to use it a few times but I lost it after like a couple of months.

4. If you were a writer, what would you write about most?: Essays and articles about stuff I'm into.

5. Do you sometimes yell to get your point across?:  Not really. I just try to rephrase what I say or explain the most detailed way I can in hopes that my point will be understood the second time around.

6. If you’re a girl, what symptoms do you get when you PMS?:  My emotional stability dipping is the biggest symptom, like I immediately know my period is coming when I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders for no reason. My stomach and upper legs freeze up and hurt too but that's for when the actual period starts.

7. Is there anyone at your school with a cool accent? What kind of accent is it?: I wouldn't use the word 'cool' for it tbh but my ex's accent actually particularly stood out – not just for me, but I'm guessing around the school as a whole because she had been raised to have an extremely strong American accent. I actually credit our friendship for how I talk today because before meeting her I only ever talked in Filipino.

8. What is stressing you out most right now?: Don't count on the answer changing, because it's still work. My life is perfect otherwise.

9. Are you more smart and thoughtful or understanding and kind?:  I want to say smart and thoughtful as I can be stubborn and am sometimes not able to be good at being understanding.

10. Who last asked you for a favor? What was it?:  ContinuEd from yesterday afternoon. My Grab driver last night asked if I could pay the toll fees in cash, which fortunately I had some left.

11. If you had to decide, what do you think people envy about you?:  The fact that my money goes to savings and luxuries, and that I'm not required to pay bills (but despite that fact, I still do).

12. If you want to get your crush’s attention, what do you do?: I don't have a crush but I imagine I'd try to learn more about their interests so that we'd have something to talk about. Like if they're into cars, I'd look up future expos and invite them to go with me.

13. How long have you been single or in a relationship for?:  I have been single for a little over three years.

14. Are you closer to your friends or family?:  Friends.

15. Do you know what you’re going to wear tomorrow?:  Not yet, actually. I'll think about it tomorrow.

16. Do you use white strips or anything else to whiten your teeth? No. I just brush my teeth twice a day and get my them professionally cleaned once a month and pray that they help, hahaha.

17. Are there any special events coming up? What are they?:  My friends and I might finally meet up again on Monday for our usual every-few-months Bangtan shenanigans. Next week it'll be watching the YTC concert on Prime and I hope we're also mutually set on dropping by BTS x James Jean hahaha.

18. When it comes to strangers, how trusting are you?: [TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, death] Well 3 days ago I made the wrong decision of watching dashcam footage of two people getting shot point black in the head, multiple times because apparently one shot isn't enough JESUS CHRIST; and yesterday I got catcalled by a man so I'm not gonna lie to you I'm finding people kind of shitty these days!

19. If someone insults/makes fun of you, what do you do?:  I would retaliate, but it can also always be different every time. When I got catcalled yesterday I thought I would have the inner strength to spit back, but I just reverted to my old self and felt small and froze up. And kept walking until it sank that I just got objectified.

20. What color do you think represents your personality?:  Maybe pastel purple or pink.

21. Would you rather drive on a long straight highway or windy backroads?:  A long straight highway because we have none of those here unless you're on an expressway.

23. What is the fastest you’ve ever gone in a car?: Just a little over 100 kph. I never go past 110...I feel like that is just asking for death...

24. Have you ever seen someone break their bone in real life?:  Only through video footage and very fortunately it's never been something I've had to watch through in real life.

25. If you got to choose an animal to disappear forever, what would it be? Why?:  Ants or cockroaches.

26. What are the keys of your heart?: A new job offer :3 LOL

27. Are you sometimes a control freak?: Yes I am a big one. I try to relinquish control whenever I can because I'm very self-aware of my need to calm the fuck down and because there are bigger problems in the world.

28. If you’re online right now, do you have an away message up? What does it say?: We don't do that anymore lol.

29. Do you know what your GPA is?: We don't have that.

30. If you got to pick any winter sport to excel at, what would it be?:  I'm not familiar with winter sports.

[noctimusprime]

Vent post bc I don't have anywhere else to post it.

Warning for medical gaslighting, mention of pregnancy

I've been dealing with chronic pain since I was 15 largely caused by an accident and not receiving proper medical care (or really any medical care close to the time of the accident) bc my family didn't have insurance since my mom's husband at the time refused to ask for government assistance even tho I've been dealing with a blood flow restricting birthmark in my face that requires medical intervention from time to time.

I stopped receiving the medical intervention when I was 16 bc we moved states and no one in my current state knows what it is or how to go about it medically.

Most recently, I've been medically gaslit about my face, my severe chronic pain, and my hormone issues bc of my weight and my diagnosis of anxiety on my record.

In the months before I found out that I'm pregnant (before March of this year), I'd been dealing with severe pain that limits my mobility, my ability to work, and episodes where my heart rate reaches 200 bpm according to a fitness watch which I know isn't always accurate. I bought my own mobility aids without the assistance of my medicaid and when I showed up to my next doctor's appointment with concerns about my pain getting worse, her only concern was getting me to lose the mobility aids. She prescribed physical therapy that I had already been attending for 3 years, tpi's in my back, and told me to come back when the physical therapy worked. It doesn't. It hasn't and being pregnant has only increased my pain tenfold. The government food assistance I was getting was taken away because my partner apparently makes too much. We've been paying $1100 a month for a STUDIO apartment and we're literally starving despite my partner working 50+ hours a week.

We don't qualify for housing assistance, we can't get help from local churches because we don't technically have a lease since the apartment is an extended stay.

I feel so fucking helpless. My grandmother was supposed to help us with food today but ended up bailing bc there's food boxes in the area. I've already explained that the food boxes that run only run on days and times that my partner is working and I can't lift anything up 2 flights of stairs to our room. I don't have friends that can help me bc my chronic pain and quite honestly my isolating behavior when I'm stressed has either pushed them away or prevented me from making friends bc I rarely leave the house.

I don't blame these people, I really don't. I get that I'm not the best friend and I'm flaky and I'm not always in the best mood so it can be a pain to hang out with me. The friends that I do have live hundreds of miles away and are in the same boat as I am financially.

I'm just tired yall. I'm tired of not being taken seriously by doctors bc of my weight. I'm tired of being made to feel like my limitations are a burden on others when they're a burden on me too.

I'm tired of being nearly bedbound because it hurts too much to even get up and walk the 3 feet to the bathroom. I'm tired of not being able to eat half the shit we can afford bc it triggers my trauma or there's a consistency or taste problem. I'm tired of puking so hard I burst blood vessels in my eyes and no one can figure out why bc my labs are all "normal". I'm tired of every doctor blaming my pain on my weight bc there's nothing wrong with the bones in my spine according to the shitty ER doctors in my area. I'm especially tired that doctors didn't give a shit about me or my health problems until I got pregnant

[jhavelikes]

glucocorticoids act instead on neurons in the gut and on cells called glia that connect gut neurons to one another. Co-opted immune cells After being switched on by glucocorticoids, some glial cells release molecules that trigger immune cells. In turn, those immune cells release molecules that would normally be used to fight off pathogens, but in this case end up causing painful bowel inflammation. At the same time, glucocorticoids block immature gut neurons from developing fully, the researchers found. As a consequence, these neurons produce only low levels of signalling molecules that cause gut muscles to contract. This means food moves slowly through the digestive system, which adds to the discomfort of IBD. The researchers were surprised to learn that glucocorticoids cause gut inflammation, because these compounds are sometimes used to treat IBD. This apparent paradox might be explained by the short time frame on which such treatments are used. Although quick bursts of glucocorticoids seem to be anti-inflammatory, when stress becomes chronic, “the system completely shifts” and glucocorticoids take on a pro-inflammatory role

Chronic stress can inflame the gut — now scientists know why

[prettytragcdies]

bryan has died. (for scarlett)

Tell my muse that someone has died for their reaction. // mischiefxmanagcd

"Bryan has died." Those might not have been Sue Ellen's exact words, but any further information about how he'd died suddenly in his sleep from an apparent aortic aneurysm and been found by his landlord the next morning after failing to turn in his keys before he was scheduled to leave town had fallen on deaf ears. Bryan was gone. He was gone, and he wasn't ever coming back. Other than completely stunned, Scarlett had no idea how she was supposed to feel when she could barely even process those three simple, little words. "No." The single syllable protest slipped off her tongue before she even realized she'd spoken it. None of this made any sense. It had to be some sort of a mistake, but out of everyone in her life, she knew deep down that her mother was the least likely to tell her something that wasn't actually true. Unfortunately, that didn't make attempting to wrap her head around the whole thing any easier. "I just saw him the other day. We said everything we needed to say -- or at least I thought we had anyway -- and he was perfectly fine when I left." Well, as fine as a man could be when the woman he loved had just broken up with him and was only at his place to say her final goodbye and get the proper closure they both needed anyway. Little did either one of them know at the time, but that short and sweet visit would ultimately turn out to be the last conversation they'd ever have and the most permanent of goodbyes. "It's possible he didn't even know there was anything wrong. I know it's not much comfort, but from what I understand, it was quick, and he didn't feel any pain." Sue Ellen wasn't family or Bryan's next of kin, so the only reason she'd manage to get as much information as she had from the person on the other end of the line was because of the Ewing name. Of course he hadn't felt any pain, because Scarlett was feeling more than enough for the both of them and then some right now. It'd all been thrown onto her, and the weight was so heavy that she felt like she might suffocate from the whole thing at any minute. "He thought I hated him. He died thinkin' I couldn't stand him, all because of some stupid business deal. This is all my fault." Tears were finally beginning to flow freely down cheeks that now wore the color of her name. Memories of the past couple of months had come flooding back, as if they wanted to take this opportunity to laugh in her face for all the unncessary heartache she'd caused him. Without another word, Sue Ellen pulled her daughter into her arms, holding her close as guilt ridden and heart wrenching sobs wracked the younger woman's body. Tucking a stray lock of hair behind Scarlett's ear, she quietly reminded her that none of what had happened was her fault and everything was going to be okay. How exactly, she had no idea, but no matter what, they'd get through this tragedy together as a family, just like the Ewings always did. After what felt like an eternity and with no more tears left to cry, Scarlett eventually pulled back and composed herself, returning to her perfect ladylike mode with almost the simple flick of a switch. Sue Ellen mentioned something about getting some rest, and she was too exhausted and numb to do anything but agree. Stretching out on the living room sofa, she curled up underneath the blanket that had just been draped over her, closing her eyes, despite the fact that all she saw each time was everything that could have been, had their life together not become such a twisted, fucked up mess. The worst part of it all, though? After the positive test she'd received earlier that morning, there'd been a real possibility that they'd just bonded themselves together for the rest of forever. Unfortunately, whether or not the discovery would've or even could've honestly saved what was left of their relationship no longer mattered and would never be known. What was it they said about how once one life ended, a new life was born?

[tired-teacher-blog]

⚠️ // mentions of self-harm, suicide etc

I know this is a little weird maybe but it’s been an awful week, can you do a bnha boys + reacting and consoling their girlfriend who just relapse into self-harm (it can be in any form you feel most comfortable to) some of them could already know about her tendencies but others just found out idk, you can also do it only for one of them that’s fine for me. If you don’t feel like it please ignore this I know it’s a sensitive topic and I don’t wanna upset you never!! I love you my baby - 🏹

My sweet Bow Anon, I hope you're feeling better honey. Please come and talk to me whenever you feel the need to. I'm always here for you. In the meantime have this small gift. I love you so much.

This is a sensitive topic but I had fun working on it, it was strangely soothing so thank you for requesting it.

Title : The abyss

Characters : Shouto/ Shinsou/ Bakugo/ Taishiro/ fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort

Trigger warning : Self harm!!!!

Please do not read if you're a minor

I cannot stress this enough but this is not for the faint of heart!! Please consider this before reading

Masterlist

Shouto :

It hurt, of course it did it always had, but that was the point right? Why else would you heat up the knife and press it to that annoying little unmarked spot in your inner thigh?

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat down on the kitchen floor, but you were still not done yet. You didn't want it to fade quickly this time, you didn't deserve that luxury.

You looked up to the ceiling, biting the inside of your cheek so you wouldn't scream, when suddenly the burning stopped and an annoyingly soothing coolness replaced it.

You looked down to find your boyfriend kneeling in front of you, knife in one hand while gently placing the other over your burnt skin and carefully activating his quirk.

The look on his face said it all. His usual calm and relaxed expressions were taken over by a pained one.

You've been doing good for a while, that's what he thought, but in reality you had been stifling your pain and urges deep within yourself until you finally burst that evening.

When did he get home anyway? Apparently you had been absorbed into your "task" that you hadn't noticed anything else around you.

He threw the knife away and cupped your cheek, eyes searching yours for an answer.

But what answer was he expecting? What were you supposed to say?

You felt horrible, and that's the only thing you were certain of.

The look he had on his face tortured you. He was hurt, worried, scared even, and it's all because of you..

The look he had on his face reminded you of the first time he saw your self inflicted burn marks.

The look he had on his face brought back the memory of the promise you once made, the promise to never hurt yourself again, but at the time, you only gave him your word because you hated the look he had on his face. It's a full circle, and now you're back exactly where you didn't want to be.

_ "Shouto.."

_ "Are you okay? Let's take you to the hospital first, we'll talk later." He could finally find his words.

_ "No need, I'm fine." You didn't even deserve to be treated, that's what you kept thinking.

_ "Don't argue with me, we're going." It might've sounded like he was mad at you but truth be told, he was just worried. "Sweetheart, it'll be fine trust me." He knew he had to reassure you and pull you back to him because at that point you were lost..

Your tears suddenly stopped, and a gleam of hope appeared in your eyes instead.

You hugged him tightly and allowed him to carry you outside. This time you will take his hand and never let go again.

_ "I love you y/n, and we'll get through this together."

Shinsou :

You were doing it again. You knew it was bad, and you knew you could die but at that moment none of it mattered, not even him.

All you wanted was a minute of peace, a good night sleep, accomplishing a task without spiraling out of control.

You winced as the needle finally pricked your skin for the first time in months, and you regretted it as soon as it did.

_ "What am I doing?" Your trembling voice spoke to no one in particular before your tears followed suit.

Fortunately, not a drop of that intoxicating liquid left the syringe as you immediately pulled it out of you and threw it away.

You dropped to your knees sobbing and whimpering and calling his name, but he wasn't home yet, he didn't know what was happening.

You reached out a shaky hand and grabbed your phone dialing your boyfriend's number.

_ "Hi babe, I'm on my way home I'll be there in a couple of minutes." But you didn't answer, and all he could hear was sniffling and more whimpering.

_ "Stay with me y/n don't hang up the phone, I'm almost there." His tone changed as he knew instantly what was happening, he feared the worst since you almost lost your life last time.

You did as asked and held the phone to your ear, but still said nothing. Your tears kept flowing and you could tell he was rushing to get to you by the heavy breathing from his side.

It couldn't have taken him more than a few minutes before he burst through the door and straight to your side.

_ "Babe look at me! Do you recognize me? Show me your arm! Fuck I need to call an ambulance first!" He was panicking and the idea of possibly losing you fogged up his brain.

_ "No, I didn't do it.. I almost did.. but I stopped last second.. I'm sorry, I'm always causing trouble." You struggled to speak between your sobs but you're grateful you did, as your words cooled him down a little.

He turned around to where you had tossed the syringe earlier and sure enough, it was unused.

_ "Hey look at me love." He gently lifted your head up and kissed your cheek, "You're strong, you're amazing I mean look at you! You could've easily done it but you didn't, I'm proud of you so thank you for stopping."

You couldn't believe your ears, he wasn't mad or disappointed, he was actually pleased with you.

_ "But Hitoshi how can you say that? Look what I've almost done!"

_ "Almost, but you didn't and you want to know why? It's because deep down you don't want to go back to that road. That's why I'm proud of you, and that's why I'll walk hand in hand with you until you're completely over it."

You couldn't stop your tears after that, but it was fine, you were finally happy to know that you're on the right way.. and with the right person.

Bakugo :

_ "What's that?" He asked as he noticed the new bandaid on your wrist.

_ "Oh nothing! I just broke a glass yesterday and injured myself while cleaning the mess." You nervously responded and instinctively hid your hand behind your back.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew what it was, he'd seen it before.

Only.. he thought it was over already, he thought you were finally doing better.

He gently took your hand in his and traced the covered area before speaking:

_ "Tell me the truth, you promised you'd always tell me the truth."

You flinched realizing that lying would get you nowhere. He didn't deserve that from you, he was the one who pulled you out of the abyss the first time and you promised you'd always go back to him.

But there you were, relapsing and lying about it.

_ "It's useless.. I really tried but I'm too weak." Shame and regret washed over you and again, you felt worthless.

You braced yourself expecting him to get up and leave, or even get mad and start yelling at you. But what he did next left you wide eyed and speechless.

He lifted your wrist and gently kissed your covered wound, his lips lingered there for a minute and it looked like he was struggling to find the right words.

Tears started forming in your eyes and you blinked them away.

_ "Katsuki.." That was all you could utter without sobbing, and it was as if hearing his own name snapped him back to reality and he could finally speak again.

_ "Y/n, it's alright I'm not mad." He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Listen to me, you're stronger than you believe, it's fine to lose track sometimes, it happens to the best of us, but don't keep it in." His fingers caressed your cheeks as he gently wiped your tears away. "Trust me, talk to me I'll always listen. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear but you're not just hurting yourself, you're hurting me too, you're killing me." His words came out strangled as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay. And he was right, those were the last words you wanted to hear but he had to say them and you needed to know what your actions were causing you both. You clung to him desperately and apologized repeatedly.

_ "Forgive me Katsuki I'm begging you, I'll do better and I'll never keep anything from you anymore.. please believe me." His words were a wake up call, and you wanted him to realize that you will never give up easily, that you'll try your best.

_ "I believe you honey, and I'll be right by your side the whole way." He pulled you impossibly close to himself and you were grateful to finally hear him sigh in relief.

It will be hard, that much is true, but you're not alone anymore.

Fatgum :

It's itchy, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the itchiness never goes away.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror watching your scarred arms and tracing them with your fingertips.

You tried to stop, truly, and for a little while you managed to control yourself, but it was hard to carry on. The itchiness is the worst, and all you wanted to do was make it go away.

You picked up the knife again and ran the cold metal along your arms, it felt good -horrible as that might sound- the anticipation of what was coming sent shivers down your spine. For a moment, just a single moment you get to feel better, to breathe freely before going back to hating yourself and regretting the whole thing. But you needed that moment, you craved it.

_ "Y/n baby is everything okay? You've been there for long." The all too familiar voice of your worried boyfriend came from the other side of the door.

He knows you, knows your struggles, your pain, and everything you do to chase them away. And that's why he keeps an eye on you at all times.

_ "I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed the blade within your skin.

_ "Please open the door for me, I'm begging you." His voice was calm, but he was desperate.

You never responded after that, you smiled watching the red liquid running down your arm and into the sink.

All of a sudden, the door flew open as your boyfriend easily broke in, snatching the knife from your trembling hand and throwing it away.

And before you could turn around to face him, he picked you up in his arms and ran out straight to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed and proceeded to treat your injury while murmuring reassuring words. Thankfully he got to you in time as it was just a shallow cut.

_ "It's gonna be okay, I got you." He was frightened, you could tell, and as much as he tried to hide it, he simply couldn't.

He never blamed you for any of it, never left your side or even thought to do it.

_ "I'm sorry Taishiro.. I tried to stop but.." you were cut off by your own strangled sobs.

_ "It's okay, you'll be okay I promise."

He finished treating you quickly and pulled you on his lap, allowing you to cry to your heart's content. He traced your back and kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he hoped you would feel safer.

_ "I love you, and I will never leave your side so please let me in, talk to me whenever you feel the urge to cut yourself. Don't be afraid, there is nothing we can't overcome together." He whispered against your temple and you nodded.

You will try your hardest, if not for yourself than at least for him. He deserves that much.

_ "I promise I will."

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Baby steps

CW - angst, abuse, drunk abusive household, guns, death, character death, swearing, yandere-type behavior, toxic relationships, higher deities, devil, suicide, blood, mentions of physical and verbal abuse, blood, character death, pain.

A/N - I apologize for the delay, work was a little hectic this week. As compensation, I plan to post this chapter followed by another 2-3 over the weekend.

MINORS DNI.

PLEASE STAY AWAY FROM THIS SERIES IF THE ABOVE WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU.

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES. LIKES COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Mikey x OC

Baby steps

You reach home to the sounds of angry yelling. You sigh at the door, before turning the knob. It’s always like this. Either the house is dead silent or there are sounds of yelling or pots and pans being thrown around. Today’s item on the menu was yelling, apparently. You can hear your father threaten your mother that he’s going to light the house on fire and burn her with it. You know this stage. It’s the one where he drunkenly attempts whatever bald faced lie he is spewing. You rush into the house, dropping your shoes carelessly at the entrance, just to find your mother cowering in the kitchen while the mad dog is waving around lighter in the air. They’re both standing too close to the gas line cooktop. Not liking this one bit, you rush into the kitchen, and crash into the bastard. He topples over and waves the lighter at you, while a fresh string of curses fall from his mouth which are not directed at you. You snatch the lighter forcefully from his hands, while ignoring the curses. You help your mother up and take her to your room where you make her sit on the bed. He tries to follow the both of you, but being drunk off his ass, he cannot seem to get his bearings straight and falls down. Cursing and muttering that this is his fate, he lies unconscious on the floor of the hall. Your mother rushes to try and make him go into the bedroom in his drunken state. You are irritated because you just don’t understand how this woman can have so much empathy for a man who does nothing but make her life miserable. You scold her to let him be and ask her to rest. She is too tired to argue and goes to bed. Without eating, you observe.

“There is rice, miso soup and a fried egg kept for you, y/n. Eat it. I don’t feel like eating. I am going to bed.” She says before retiring to her room.

You sigh... you’re not hungry either after seeing the drama unfold, and also partially because you’d shared ice-cream with that Sano boy. You start to feel guilty. Here you were, enjoying life, while your mother labored away in the kitchen and under the insults and threats of the bastard you had to call father. She was growing thinner by the day, you observe. The bags under her eyes are getting more and more pronounced. You don’t know what to do. This stress seems to be catching up to you, seeing as you had fainted in school earlier.

‘Oh crap! The note from the nurse! It shouldn’t come home no matter what!’ you vow to visit the nurse and get it from her before it is posted to your house. You don’t have the heart to trouble your mother with any more problems than what she is already going through.

Taking two servings of the food, you go to her room and see her lying on the bed, with an arm covering her eyes. The lights are still on. You sit beside her with the tray and say, “Eat with me. Else I won’t eat as well.”

She doesn’t make any moves to get up. You wait patiently for her to get up. She always listens to you.

You see tears slowly run down the sides. You start to worry, if this was the very last straw for her.

“Mom?”

Your voice cracks when you call out. She senses it, and quickly wipes her eyes. Getting up, she tries to put on a brave face, saying, “Come on, let’s eat. Cannot have my baby going hungry, now can I?”

You know it’s an act, but you play along, because you know how fragile the façade is. If you poke at it, she’ll burst into tears.

“Yes, let’s eat!” you say while giving her the bigger portions of the food. She giggles a bit, seeing the way you’re giving her the bigger portions. It’s a real giggle. She then exchanges the bowls and takes the lesser one. You whine saying it’s not fair, but she shushes you and just asks you to start eating.

You’re both eating, while you talk about your day with her. She’s surprised, since you never talk about school. You usually would eat in silence, when you’d have such moments, because you had nothing to talk about, but somehow, today, you have a story to tell her.

You of course omit the part about you fainting, and go about telling her, how you had this one person in class who would always keep pestering you. You tell her about how you crashed into him, and then bumped into his face. Your mother seems to genuinely laugh at your clumsiness. You’ve never seen her laugh like this and it’s refreshing to see her happy for a moment. You swear to yourself in that moment, that you will try and let Sano-san into your life, seeing as every moment with him has been exciting. For you, and now, it seems, even for your mother, seeing how she is enjoying the way you are talking about your life.

You tell her about how he asked you for a treat since you bumped into his face and the way you made him a mint choco sundae fan. Your mother seems to have genuinely enjoyed the way you spoke about today’s day. What you don’t know is that, she knows how you’ve closed yourself to others because of the way things went down with your old friends. She knows it’s not healthy, but she didn’t know how to help you fix it. So she was genuinely happy when you spoke about this Sano boy who kept pestering you. It looked like he liked you and maybe, just maybe that would be the push you needed to trust other people again.

So she says, “Looks like this Sano boy is a handful huh!? Although he seems to sound like a nice boy. I’d love to hear more stories about your day like this again.”

She doesn’t push you directly to be friends with him, but the message could not be further away for you. You read the room as your mom being happy because you talked about Sano, and that, maybe having an eventful day and coming back home to tell your mom these stories was taking her pain away.

So much for being the class topper. Sigh...

At the moment, it doesn’t matter since you did reach the same conclusion that your mother had. Try and be friends with Sano.

You both finish your meal and and then you ask her to rest, while you take the dishes into the kitchen sink. She asks you to just soak them and keep, as she plans to wash them in the morning. You go the extra mile and wash them quietly, since you know how tired your mother is. After doing the dishes, you go to her room one last time, to wish her good night. You see that the light is switched off and your mother snoring lightly. She must have been tired the entire day, if she’s conked out so early.

Softly closing the door behind you, you move towards the hall. You see the drunk bastard lying on the floor and you get the urge to kick him in his ribs. However, you know that this will only wake the devil and you want your mother to at least sleep peacefully for a few hours. So, you just walk towards your room quietly.

You change out of your uniform and go to wash your face. As you are tying up your hair, you see something on your neck from the corner of your eye. It seems to be some sort of a tattoo. It looks like a star in a circle, a sort of a symbol. You don’t remember getting one. However sweet your mother was, she was strict in these matters. You’d get scolded, if she saw it. Panicking for a minute, you try to rub it off with soap water, but it does not seem to go away. You start pacing the room thinking about the events of the day.

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You had reached school as usual today. It seemed like it would be a sunny day. The first period went on without a hitch. It was math and you loved math. However, the blonde beside you sighed and sighed with every passing second, irritating you. You hiss at him. When her turns, you shoot him a menacing glare, while moving your thumb across your neck in a slicing motion, followed by your index finger in front of your mouth. You’d tried to sign it to him that he’d be dead if he didn’t shut up.

He just grins lazily and tears a small piece of paper from his book. Scribbling something on it, he passes you the note.

“Do you really like math so much that you want to kill me for sighing?”

You scribble back furiously and throw it in his direction without even glancing at him. He opens it to read, “YES, NOW SHUT UP! LET ME FOCUS!”

From the corner of your eye, you can see him shaking his head in amusement while storing the note in his book and keeping quiet. You are glad that your tactics worked.

A few moments later, you start to feel eyes on you. Turning, you see that he’s put his head on his books, his arms supporting him and he’s intensely staring at you. The lazy smile still on his face.

‘Ugh so much for a peaceful math class.’ You think.

You tear a piece of paper from your book this time and scribble again before throwing it in his face. He is surprised for a moment before he opens the chit.

“Stop staring at me, it’s weird. Let me focus on the class please.”

His grin widens when he reads this. Scribbling back, he gently places the chit on your desk. Tanaka sensei has finished explaining the theorem and has now turned to face the students while reading out problems based on the said theorem.

You are busy furiously jotting down the question statement, when you see the note. You ignore it for a moment, since you are so lost in taking notes. Once Tanaka sensei has finished reading out the question, he turns to the board to write down the solution. Now that you have a minute to yourself, you pick up the chit, and open it.

“Who said I was staring at you? you’ve got the window seat, I’m bored out of my mind and already failing math. I was looking out of the window. You were just in the way, l/n-san :P” it reads.

You are now embarrassed beyond words. ‘So much for thinking that he was looking at you. stupid, he was looking out the window.’

Your cheeks start to heat up at being so self-absorbed. This does not go unnoticed by the said blonde monkey beside you. He’s smug about the way your cheeks are dusted with pink while you try to focus on math. So, he calmly continues to focus on you.

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You do not seem to remember anything after that class until the time you woke up in the infirmary. Something must have happened then. You are sure of it, but try as much as you can, you keep drawing a blank. Your head starts to hurt as you try to recall. So you stop thinking about it and wash your face. After you’ve brushed your teeth and done your nightly skincare routine, you switch off the light and lie on your bed. Your brain wanders automatically to the blonde boy who you’d shared an ice-cream with today. The way he smiled made you feel weird. You think back to the moments when you were conversing with him, and he mentioned Toman. Something ticked him off and he seemed to look dejected till you ordered the ice-creams. Was it something you said?

‘Wait, why am I bothered with what he thinks.’ You groan when you remember why. One, he was the key to the note not coming home, (you needed to know how and get it over with). Two, your mother seemed to enjoy the stories you told her of him, so you had to befriend him no matter what. For the sake of seeing that smile on her face. Groaning out loud this time, you bury your face in your pillow as you think about the next day and how you would have to start being nice to him.

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He had secretly followed you till your house. He’d turned away to walk back home, but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind made him follow you even after you ran away. He hid in a nearby bush when he saw you stand in front of the door with sagging shoulders. He could hear yelling coming from the house. Was this how you lived? He wondered. It was hurting him, to hear the violence that was taking place. He wanted to rush through the door and beat the crap out of the person who was yelling. Suddenly, the yelling stopped followed by a dull thud sound. There’s now a string of curses which are being yelled. He listens intently, and hears your name being mentioned. He sees red when he realizes that you’re being yelled at. But he cannot do anything at the moment. After a while, the yelling stops. Maybe things have calmed down is what he thinks, and starts walking back towards his own house. He’s in deep thought. He had a bad feeling that, the things that he’d heard today and your explanation of why you didn’t have friends seemed to be linked to each other. Kicking a rock dejectedly, he kept walking home, when Draken whizzes by on his bike. Stopping beside Mikey, he grins while teasing again, “Sooo... where are you coming back from, lover boy? Need a ride? Perhaps to l/n-san’s place?”

Seeing that Mikey is still not responding, he looks closely to see Mikey’s face scrunched up in thought. Concerned about what might have brought this on, he waves a hand in front of Mikey’s face saying, “Earth to Mikey. Are you there?”

Mikey finally looks up at Draken, his eyes seem to be empty.

“I had an ice-cream sundae with l/n-san and walked her home. Ken-chin, she does not have a good personal life. I heard someone causing a ruckus in her house. Maybe her father? Or uncle, I am not sure. But it sounded very bad. I want to help her, but I don’t know how. I just know to use my fists and my legs, but I can’t use it in this situation.”

Draken is shocked to say the least. He was sure that you were just a snobby brat, but it just seems that you may be broken, just like Kazutora and this was your way of coping.

“Why don’t you start small and try to get her to be your friend, maybe then, you can get her to open up to you and you can help her. Heck, let me also get in on the action. No selfish bastard should trouble his family like that.” Draken growls. He’s seen Kazutora get stressed and lose his shit whenever it became too much. Keisuke was the one keeping him in check by letting Kazutora crash at his place. Even though he himself had no parents, he was not envious of the way yours and Kazutora’s parents had turned out. The prostitutes who had raised him were better, he thought.

“that’s the thing, Ken-chin. She’s lost so many friends that she’s given up on being friends with anyone. I asked her a while ago, before we reached her place, if I could be her friend, she said she didn’t want it and ran away. I think it might be because I told her that I’m in Toman and that I’m the leader. She seemed to despise delinquents. What should I do, Ken-chin!?” Mikey whined to Draken.

“Maybe, you can keep pestering her, till she becomes your friend, and then get her to meet the guys in Toman. Show her what it’s like, maybe then she might change her mind?” Draken reasons with him.

“Hmm... Well then, let the games begin! I’ll show her that I can be the constant in her life that she deserves.” Mikey says, while hitting his palm with his fisted hand, as if he’s just got the best idea in the world.

“Don’t you dare open your mouth on the fact that you know what’s going on in her personal life. She’s not told you, and you eavesdropped near her house in a bush, she’ll think you’re a creep (she’s not wrong though) and stop talking altogether to you.” Draken warns Mikey while chuckling.

“You really need a beating from me, come here, let me teach you who’s the boss!” Mikey runs behind Draken, as Draken roars his bike’s engine, revving out of sight.

Sighing, Mikey reaches home, determined to make you his friend. ‘Slow baby steps are better than no steps at all’ he thinks.

What neither of you know, is that Tanaka sensei also has his own plans. And things are just about to get a little more complicated but fun.

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Shikamaru Relationship Headcanons

Back with another relationship headcanons of Shikamaru, this time! I had fun writing these, so, please enjoy! X. 

He’s the type of person that would think every kind of activities that require efforts are a drag. The concept of ‘dating’, obviously, falls in the “what a drag” category— but dating you, however, is something he’d gladly do.

Hear me out, despite being very chill on the outside, Shikamaru is pretty much an overthinker. For example, he’d try to look uninterested on your first date. Would totally throw any outfit that he found comfortable. But in his mind, he’s DESPERATELY trying to figure you out, like

“DOES Y/N HATE MY OUTFIT” , “Why is she frowning— DOES SHE HATE EATING HERE” , “Man, wouldn’t it be a drag if she actually hated me”

A lot of “Hey, can you come over?” dates.

For relationship advices, he listens more to Choji’s than Ino’s.

“Listen, Shikamaru. The most important thing is your gestures. You have to show Y/N that you’re actually a fine gentleman—“ , “Just give her your last piece of meat then I bet she’d love you forever.” you can already guess which one is Ino and which one is Choji, right?

SHOGI DATES

So, the first time he had shogi date in his mind, he was REALLY overthinking it. He thought, you’d hate playing shogi together since it’s boring and it’s considered an old person game. But to his surprise, you LIKE it.

At first, of course, you were very bad it. Shikamaru beat you mercilessly— and would laugh hysterically about you losing.

But you started to understand how the game works and you’d eventually came up with a lot of strategies in your mind. So, one day, during your “can you come over” dates— you suggested, “Hey, why don’t we play Shogi?”

Shikamaru really didn’t see what’s coming

It was a tight match

Shikaku was watching

YOU WON

You left the Naras SPEECHLESS for MINUTES

Shikaku’s eyes were widened— he spent his years losing to Shikamaru. But today, as you grinned widely, Shikamaru sat in defeat. The younger Nara stayed calm, examining his pawns. On the contrary, the older Nara bursted into laughter, hitting his son’s shoulder repeatedly. “Y/N! You actually beat Shikamaru!”

Shikamaru’s mad on the outside but internally he’s like, “WIFEY.”

Seriously, don’t feel bad. For him, you’re a God-sent now that you beat him in Shogi. He’s planning a wedding in his mind.

Now let’s talk about touches. He’s not a big fan of PDA, because for him, it makes people uncomfortable. But he’s SO amazing with words— he’s a big flirt and there are so many aggressive sexual tensions between the two of you and THAT’S WHAT MAKES PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE ACTUALLY

“Do you think you can paralyze him with your shadow jutsu, Shikamaru?” , “Seriously, Y/N? If I could strangle you last night then I’m pretty sure I can now—“ , “(Ino, stressed out in a battlefield) GUYS COME ON NOT NOW HE HAS A BLADE.”

His favorite way to spend some time with you is obviously by taking a nap together, especially after a tiring missions. He’d take off his vest and throw himself on the bed. You’d stand near his bed and he’d go, “Come.” inviting you to sleep next to him.

He loves it when you’re curled up next to him inside a blanket— skins touching. He’d bury his head in your hair and play with your hair lazily until he’s asleep.

NEVER WAKES HIM UP because he has the prettiest face when he’s asleep like he looks so peaceful

Please, kiss him right after he wakes up. He just gained a lot of energy and it’s the best time to earn what you deserve!

“Y/N, how long have you been awake?” he whispered while rubbing his eye when he saw your back— sitting on the edge of the bed. Without saying anything, you crawled to him, leaning in for a kiss. Just when your lips touched, his hands began to travel down to your waist, pulling your weight closer to him. His fingers traced your skin as he deepened your kiss. “Excited much?” you broke the silence, “I thought you’re the one who’s excited.” he smirked.

Besides taking a nap together, he really likes having an interesting discussions with you. Please ask him about his opinions, theories, or basically anything! He’d spend hours explaining things and end up lost in his own thoughts but I swear it’s worth it because he’s so passionate talking about the things he’s interested in!

Would be very flustered at the end (but would try to hide it) because he’d think you’re bored

“Ah, sorry, Y/N.—“ , “*heart eyes* NO, PLEASE, CONTINUE.”

As much as he loves having discussions with you, he hates having to argue with you, though.

Arguing, especially with you, definitely falls in the “what a drag” category, too. He’s a determined guy— and so with his principles. So, when the both of you are being stubborn, he’d definitely leave you mid-argument, bidding his farewell.

Something like, “You know what, Y/N? This has been quite a drag. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

But boy will be in a full emo mode later at night

Would stare at the ceiling for hours. Pretending to play Shogi with someone. All these to distract himself as he’s trying to cool himself down.

You wouldn’t believe it, but he’d totally walk to your place at night and wait outside your window for some time but then decided to come back home. He knows that he was being a little like a jerk by leaving you in a middle of the conversation.

He’d come first thing in the morning to make up with you.

“Shikamaru, what are you doing?” , “I brought breakfast.”

It would be a little awkward at first, eating breakfast together after a heated argument with no settlement. But he’d be the one to apologize, and he’d be the type to apologize with no “but”s. He’s very nice like that.

All he ever wants to do is cloud-gazing with you, tbh. 

Even though he appears to be a cool person, he’s quite sensitive especially when he’s frustrated. When he’s unable to solve things, when there’s no way out.

It’s very heart-breaking to see him cry, actually. His body would shake, heavy sobs, gritted teeth. It’s painful. 

It happened one time when he found out you had been seriously injured after a mission.

You were together assigned for a mission with the other crews, and he was the one who came up with the battle plan. He trusted you with your power, so he put you with the strongest opponent as well. Unfortunately, he miscalculated your opponent who, apparently, got so much surprise attacks under his sleeve— leaving you defeated.

He blamed it on himself.

He stayed with you every day when you’re hospitalized. Looking at your bruises face triggered every fibers in his body. His head hurt— and tears started to heavily poured from his eyes.

You wake up to the sound of Shikamaru crying, his head was buried on the bedsheet. You could actually tell how he was in agony by the way his body trembled. “Shikamaru.” you called weakly— but it surprised him. His eyes were swollen red, runny nose, and his cheeks wet from his tears. “I’m okay—“ , “It’s my fault, Y/N. I didn’t—“ , “I’m okay.” you repeated yourself.

And from that moment onwards, he swears to try his best to protect you from any sort of harm. He also promised himself to come back home, he doesn’t want to keep you alone for a long time— because deep down you both know that home is to be by each other’s side.

[capricorn-stark]

Protégé

pairing: red hood!jason todd x robin!reader, slow burn 

warning: swearing

a/n: for context, this is somewhat loosely based off of Battle for the Cowl (2009) which I definitely recommend as a read! 

There was something about falling that you would never, ever get tired of. 

Ever. 

Probably.

With the wind whistling in your ears, your hair floating up in a million directions, and your limbs seemingly weightless as the buildings and lights blurred into one endless streak of color, the rush of adrenaline that ran through your body right before your grappling hook shot out and you landed quietly on the concrete was about a million times better than any sparring session back at the cave. 

You grinned as you straightened, rather proud of the fact that you had actually managed to land so smoothly without nearly paralyzing yourself. Again.The landing was something you had been working on for a while now.

You could practically hear Bruce’s voice ringing through your head after your little stunt, lamenting on and on about how you had more important things to focus on during patrols, and you let out a sigh as you ran down the backway of the nearly empty streets. 

The heavy man who had been bound up with a decently made gag and one of Bruce’s fancy tech pieces (Batcuffs, maybe? Something else with Bat smacked in front of it?) grunted beside you. 

“What? Not like you had someplace to be.” You grabbed the back of his rather tacky-looking spandex suit to drag him along back to where your mentor was supposed to be.

Despite your (many) disagreements and his (many) criticisms of your hand-to-hand combat skills, attitude issues, and pretty much everything else relating to you, Bruce had actually still allowed you to go off on your own tonight. It might’ve been because he wanted a few hours of nothing but beating up petty criminals by himself for stress-relief, it might’ve been because he had started trying out that whole independence thing with you a little more (even though you were still only permitted to be about five blocks or so away), it might’ve been plot-convenience - but either way, you appreciated the gesture.

It didn’t take long for you to pull your new friend over to what should’ve been your rendezvous point with Batman, letting the man drop with a dull thud and a grunt of protest against the concrete as you glanced around for the other man. You weren’t particularly concerned by the fact that the Bat himself wasn’t there yet - after all, he was the goddamn Batman. He’d show up eventually. In the meanwhile, you decided to go over the information you had gotten on the criminal with you. 

Just for the sake of it. Bruce would make you go over it anyways.

“Drury Walker, thirty-two years old, found him trying to mug someone in a back alley and make an escape. Called himself…” you paused, looking down at his sorry-looking outfit for a few moments while he looked up at you with murder and vengence in his eyes. “...Killer Moth.”  

“Killer Moth?” A completely new voice repeated in disbelief, causing you to immediately whirl around to face them in a fight stance, heart racing at a million miles per hour. The guy in front of you had his hands up in the air, his face concealed with some sort of red knock-off Iron Man helmet. He was gonna get copyrighted by Marvel Studios. “Shit, sorry,” he started at the sight of you, still leaning up against one of the walls. “I was supposed to make a wholeass dramatic entrance, but you said his name was Killer Moth and that-” The man made a noise that was either a sharp cough or a laugh of some kind. “-sounded so fucking lame I couldn’t help myself.” 

Despite the fact that you were definitely in some sort of major trouble with this new guy, he really did have a point. Even Killer Moth himself would’ve been embarrassed by how trash his name was, if not for the fact that he looked like he was on the verge of an aneurysm - understandably so, since the new guy had produced not one, but two guns out of apparently nowhere. 

“And let me guess,” he continued, pointing one of them at your head, his tone still all-too light and easy. “You must be the Bat’s brand-new Robin.” 

Now this is where most people would've shut up and proceeded to be complicit with the dude holding two guns. But Batman hadn’t seen reason and made you his (sort of) partner because you were like other people. Hell no.

“Do I look like a traffic signal to you?” It had been the very first of your amendments with Bruce. You would not be fighting crime looking like a literal traffic signal or, at best, a clown from Haly’s Circus. And the tiny green shorts had to go. “Or Robin Hood?” The guy had a rather awkward pause where his gun sort of dipped. Killer Moth was looking between you with wide eyes. “Do I?” 

“I guess you kinda got a point.” You huffed and he raised his gun again, getting more in-your-face as his already angry-looking helmet somehow managed to look angrier. You weren’t exactly sure how a helmet could convey so much emotion. “But you work with Batman. And I heard you went by Robin.” 

Okay, so you couldn’t make him change the name, but you had agreed it would be more of an honorary thing.

“It’s complicated.” 

Using such a phrase as an excuse to escape from situations you didn’t want to go into was one of the many things you had learned from Bruce in your five months of training. Somehow, that seemed to trigger the guy further.

“So you do work with Batman.” 

Before he could do something actually insane, you had managed to push the gun pointed at your head away from you, using his brief second of surprise to take it out of his hands, kick him in the chest, and round back on him with it in hand. 

“And what about it?” 

As cool as you thought you might’ve sounded didn’t cover for the fact that you were still nerve-wracked about what was happening right then. Especially after the guy started to dramatically slow-clap like some sort of evil thespian in a high school drama. 

“Not bad, Robin. Not bad.” He looked at the gun in your hands and grinned. “If you weren’t Batman’s new replacement sidekick, I might’ve believed you had the balls to use that thing.” 

Now, you were an excellent fighter. You had to be, after your excessive training with the guy who had literally mastered about every martial art in existence during his (give or take) five year-long mission to find himself. Plus, some personal experience. But fighting someone like this guy? Built like a tank and padded up in a whole lot of armor and packing an assortment of knives, guns, and even a damn taser you got a first-hand taste of?

You fought hard, but about five minutes and another round of the taser later, you saw the knock-off Iron Man helmet staring down at you before the world went black.

~*~

You woke up in what you assumed was the self-dubbed Red Hood’s safehouse of sorts. 

“How the hell did he rope you into this shit?” he demanded with what you could only assume was him glaring at you through the helmet. Probably some expression that made someone look all angsty and annoyed - which was fair, since he had been trying to drill you for information you straight up refused to give while bound (way too tightly) to a chair for quite some time now. Rather rude. “Let me guess. You watched your parents die.” You stared at him before shrugging.

“Nope.”

“Oh, so they just went ahead and died somehow. Untimely accident caused by some psycho bitch in a Spirit Halloween costume.”

“…nope.” 

“They abandoned you as a child.”

“No, they didn’t - does divorce count?” 

Red Hoodlum’s hands kept clenching and unclenching while he stood there, staring at the wall behind you in silence. From the way his chest kept rising and falling, you were tempted to believe he was practicing breathing exercises amidst his rather violent twitching. 

“Divorce - what the hell is your trauma supposed to be? Why did he pick you?!”

“Hey, just because my trauma doesn’t include people dying doesn’t make it any less traumatic,” you scoffed in response, knowing you were absolutely right about that. Your middle school guidance counselor had said so (and it’s true, ladies and gentlemen, trauma comes in many forms!). “Kinda rude to assume it didn’t affect me somehow.”

He seemed rather abashed at that and you heard him clear his throat a little. 

“...right, yeah. Sorry.”

“Apology accepted - can you loosen these ropes a little? It’s starting to kinda hurt.” 

“Do I look ten? That’s the oldest trick in the book, I’m not gonna-”

“I’m not going to run, just loosen the ropes a little.” He still looked like he didn’t believe you. “Come on, I don’t think I can outrun your guns.” As in his literal array of guns tacked up to the wall behind him, not his gigantic biceps. 

And you weren’t too worried about being held hostage by him, either. You figured you had ten minutes tops before Batman burst in through the doorway, ready to give you a lecture on why straying from the specifically designated parts of Gotham he had let you traipse around was a terribly stupid idea. 

“No.” He was already walking towards the door, because apparently, he had enough of trying to interrogate you. 

“Hold on, I feel like my wrists are actually about to start bleeding or something - where are you going?”

“Keep talking and I’m gonna get the duct tape.” 

“Is that a threat?” Sounding more confident than you actually felt should eventually make you more confident. Eventually. 

The Red Hood sucked in a breath, stopping by the doorway and turning to face you, reaching into his pockets to get what you assumed was either a gun or duct tape when you both startled from a sudden crash. The man in front of you was already whirling around with two guns positioned to shoot when you heard the familiar voice of someone else.

“Hold your fire, soldier. I’m not here for you.” A pause. “Or I wasn’t, but now I kind of am.”

Apparently, Batman was too busy to save you. Now, you got Nightwing. 

And as much as you liked Nightwing, that still kinda stung.