#which does leave me $220 for anything else. but idk

[piplupod]

i know the answer is greed and potentially also rising costs but why does anyone need to pay anything over $300 for a place to live. especially when its a studio apartment like... it doesn't make sense idk

[mcrjacketslut]

Times Change Jason Todd x Reader

Request by Anon: Can I get an angst, since u said in ur bio that ur the angst king, of Dick or Jason's s/o in a coma n when the s/o wakes up, years already passed and Dick or Jason is with someone else? U can make the s/o evil or something idk I just want angst please I was sent here by Artza btw nice to meet u.

A/N: It is nice to meet you, Anon! Name's Gerard, but you can call me G. Ask for the Angst, and you shall receive the Angst, my new friend. Also, I am in a very depressing mood as I write this at 3 in the morning, so you'll get so much angst.

Warning: Angst. (If you didn't really know my name is Angst King.)

Two years. It's been two years since your accident to get into a coma. The doctors thought you weren't going to make it off the operation table. After all, you weren't even supposed to follow your boyfriend at the time, Jason Todd, on one of his missions. But it is what it is for you to get caught up in a huge fight with guns, and other deadly weapons in the mix.

When you finally woke up, you weren't surprised when the doctor's told you that it was a miracle for someone your age to even survive that long from the injuries you got. All of this is good and all, but that's not what you cared about. All you really cared about was your boyfriend. How was he? Did he even visit? Did he move on with his life? Is he better off knowing that you weren't there to get hurt anymore? The questions surface in your mind and continue to grow with the fact that Jason just up and left you without any explanation into why he left.

But you didn't know the answers. That was the scary fact of your brain making up scenarios to rile you up. And that's not how you want to catch up with him after two years. After the intense physical therapy, and a clean bill of health from the doc himself. Which wasn't so pleasant when he kept on persisting that you stay here for your physical therapy, and not to leave till you can walk, eat, and lift up things by yourself. And all that wasn't fun. At all. All you wanted to do is find Jason. To be in his arms again.

It took a long 7 months to finally get the strength to function properly without any assistance from anybody in the hospital. But you were ready to finally get out, and look for him. It's funny how no one STILL went out to visit you. Did the doctor even call your emergency contact to tell the others that you were out of your coma? Or did you even have an emergency contact in the first place?

"Umm. Excuse me, Doctor Strauss? But how did I get here in the first place? Cause I didn't have any visitors or have anybody show up durin' my physical therapy..."

The doctor looked at you with a concerned look and sighed deeply, not wanting to be the one to actually answer the question. "You were just brought here as a Jane/John Doe on a gurney, rushed to the ER from your head trauma... That's all we knew... We didn't even know your name till you woke up and told us... I am so sorry, (Y/N)..."

Those words hit you like an oncoming train. Jason Todd. The love of your life. Your Soul Mate. Your other half. Just dump you there, and left you alone. For almost THREE YEARS. What was he thinking? Did he really give you up that easily after the incident? Why would he do that? Anger bubbled up inside of you, your knuckles turning white from your fists being balled up so tightly in anger.

"I can't believe he forgot 'bout me... He... Forgot 'bout me... After he even told me that HE didn't want to be forgotten... I fuckin' can't believe it!" In anger, you threw your fist, hitting the first thing that came into contact with your fist, and that being the white wall of the hospital. Doctor Strauss grabs your wrist to prevent you from hurting yourself again.

"(Y/N)! Stop! You'll break your bones!"

"I don't care! He left me! He left me for almost THREE FUCKIN' YEARS!" You yank your arm out of his grasp, growling in anger.

"Look, hurtin' yourself won't do anything to help you in this situation. You're better off goin' to the source, and tellin' him how you feel. He's got to have an explanation of why he did what he did. Ok? There's no need for you to hurt yourself over this, (Y/N)..."

You calm down a little bit to take in what the doctor is telling you. After all, he IS a doctor, and he knows what's good for you. Right? Right. You nod at his words and went back to your room to gather your things, heading out to get your life back together. But first, you need a place to stay at, and a shower. A warm shower sounds like Heaven to you right now.

Ironically your old place was still livable, and not taken by anybody else. So, that's a plus side for you. You immediately go to the bathroom, strip your clothes off, and hopped into the shower to get cleaned off.  You deserved this warm shower and a hot meal after the bullshit you've been through. To think things through; how you're going to confront Jason with all this information. Thinking carefully about what you'll say, and how to say it all; after all, you really don't want to start yelling at him yet until you get his undivided attention. That's when you came up with the perfect plan to do it all. It'll take patience and willpower to not strangle him with your bare hands, but it'll be worth it all when the moment finally comes.

It took seven months to carefully plan out what you're going to do to confront him; and out of those seven months of collecting yourself mentally, you found out the worst thing he's ever done to you other than leaving you at a hospital: he got himself a girlfriend. She's a beautiful catch; brunette hair, bubblegum smile, warm brown eyes, petite, and a sweet personality. Her name's Patricia from Gotham, and she works at the supermarket in the day, and a stripper/pole dancer at night. Funny how things go with him... And it'll all come back to bite him in the ass. How karma works is amazing, when you take it into your own hands.

You know that he'll be on a mission tonight without her, so it's a perfect time to talk to him. You grabbed your mask, and put on your customized uniform, looking at the mirror to see your work, and smiled in approval, leaving the apartment out into the darkness of the city. The wait for Red Hood will be so worth it when you run into him, but as a different person instead of the lover he left at the hospital.

It didn't take long for you to find the Red Hood on the rooftops by his favourite gargoyle. You remembered the talk you had with him when he told you that it was his only best friend before he met you. Such a sweet memory to have. But that's in the past, and the past is seeking revenge for his pain. Carefully, you quickly ran to the rooftop, making sure to not make a sound with your footsteps as you got closer to him. He looked so calm, looking out at the city lights, not having a care in the world. You got closer to him, hearing his calm breathing, not even being in the sense of the outside world; caught up in his own little world and thoughts of the mind of Jason Peter Todd.

Needle ready, you ghosted your way closer to Jason, and quickly jammed the needle into his exposed neck as you covered his mouth to muffle his screams, pushing the plunger down on the needle, felling his body wriggle to get free then stops, telling you he's out cold.

"Goodnight, Jason Todd..."

Then his world went black, as his body limps in your arms. Now to move his heavy ass to a secluded place. Should've thought about that before you knocked him out. Forgot that he's a deadweight of 220 pounds of pure muscle. Even Dick Grayson had a hard time picking up his body at one point in the past. But it's gotta be done before he wakes up, which won't be long. Gathering your strength, you grabbed Jason's underarms and steadily picked him up, being careful to not break your back with his heavyweight.

He starts to wake up when you finally found an empty warehouse in the cliche part of town. You really didn't want to be in here, but you didn't have enough time to actually find anything better than this. The drugs start to wear off, and you can hear him groan as he tries to wake up. Thank god you know how to tie a tight knot, you are the Knot Master after all, as Jason `has always told you when you'd tie up on of his villains for him to interrogate.

You had taken off his helmet to slap on a heavy strip of duct tape on his mouth and around his neck so he wouldn't yell out. Seeing him now fully awake, thrashing around on the ground against the pole he's tied up to. This asshole did not deserve a chair to sit in in the first place. He finally calms down looking around the dark area he found himself in. Yelling through the tape, only to get muffled yells.

"Finally you're awake... How does it feel to be alone and isolated after wakin' up from a long slumber?" Your voice echoed throughout the empty warehouse, making Jason look everywhere for the source of the voice. Watching him looking around for a way out and a plan to not get killed is one of the things out of this whole ordeal you want to see him do. For him to feel like he couldn't do anything about it to make it better. Welp, you better get this show on the road. You walked to him, your mask still on your face to conceal your identity.

"Doesn't ring a bell, Jason Todd? After all, we were together till the accident... Then you left me..." Your voice laced with anger as you walked towards him, stopping right in front of him. It was the moment to finally hurt him, to make him pay for what he did to you three years ago. He wasn't going to get away with it any longer. You grabbed a bat from the far wall beside him, running it over his body, making him stay still, and ripped off the tape from his face, earning a yell from him as the essence of the tape leaves his face redden from the harsh pull.

"Son of a bitch! What do you want?! Who the Hell are you??"

His questions meant nothing to you, as you swung the bat, hitting his face with a hard "THWAK!", causing him to yell out in pain, but put the point across to not speak if he doesn't want to get a concussion soon. You looked at him with a deadpan expression, watching the blood roll down his face from where you hit him.

"Do you 'member (Y/N)? (Y/F/N)? They sure 'member you..."

He paused for a moment, giving you a look of regret and heavy guilt. "(Y/N).... I... I am so s-"

You hit him again with the bat, making sure to knock out a few molars from his mouth of lies. "Don't you fuckin' lie to me! You just left me! You forgot 'bout me! You just left me to die! I trust you!" You rip off your mask, tears running down your face in anger. "I can't even stand to look at you! No visits! No calls! Nothin'! For three fuckin' years, Jason!"

"I am sorry that I left you, (Y/N)! But I couldn't take the guilt of you dying from that attack! After that damn goon hit you with that pipe over and over again, I thought you weren't goin' to make it! You were black and blue like Nightwing's suit, COVERED in bruises from that damn pipe! What were you even thinkin'? You KNOW not to follow me on missions! I TOLD you to stay inside, and not to follow me! But your dumbass had to follow me, and almost get killed! I don't care how much training you got at the gym or from Bruce himself! You weren't ready!"

Anger bubbled up inside of you again. That's the best he's got in an explanation? "You LEFT me on a damn gurney in the hospital! With no other contact to tell others where I was! Did anybody even ASK where I was? Did you even tell 'em what happened to me?" Tears stream down your face from the realization, "You... Did you tell the others that you broke up with me?... I..." You couldn't take it anymore, and you continued to hit him with the bat until his face was unrecognizable.

You dropped the bat, hearing a hollow thud on the concrete floor, and dropped to the ground on your knees. Emotionally tired, and not wanting to deal with it all anymore. Breathing hard as you look at a battered up Jason Todd. This was it. This was your moment to feel better for your revenge of him from three years ago. Why are you just full of guilt? Why? He deserved this, after all. Your suffering, your abandonment, your heartache.

Hours go by of just looking at the beaten up man who broke your heart. No talking. Just silence. He was afraid that you'll grab the bat again if he starts to talk again. The stubborn man you grew to love three years ago, is tied to a pole and beaten to a bloody pulp. And this wasn't you to even hurt him like this. Anger took over you to hurt him. This wasn't you. Not at all.

"Oh, my god. What am I doin'? This isn't me... Jay... I..." You looked at him with tears in your eyes. Not believing what you did to the love of your life. You start to reach out for him, till the anger came back to you. He left you, don't you remember? He left you to die on a gurney. No call. No visit. Nothing. And you're going to forgive for that? He deserved this. You've been alone and in pain with no love or support for three long years. How are you going to let that slip? No, you're not. Not at all. This won't be forgotten. You won't forget this. Your revenge hasn't been fulfilled yet.

You grabbed your mask from the ground, picked up the bat, and headed out of the warehouse, leaving Jason by himself. Alone like he left you. Hearing his screams for you to come back, and not to leave him as the heavy door creaks loudly from being shut. Leaving him alone in total darkness.

My first Angst story! I hope you guys enjoy! 

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[nyalisa-landale]

ok so I WAS going to talk about how I finally got through to the psych's office and the receptionist STILL tried to give me the run-around, but then more interesting things happened.

and by interesting I mean stressful as fuck, but hey, whatever.

so my aunt is being discharged today, which means that the musical beds we've all been playing has to stop. my bed is... whatever; my room is full of shit and it's encroaching on my bed because I quite literally do not have anywhere else to put it, but whatever, I just kind of... sleep around and on top of it. with earplugs and headphones so that I can't hear the mice. (the mice are ever-present. I don't think there's a single room in the house they aren't in, and if there is then they're in the walls of that room, because fuck you.)

anyway, so my bed is... whatever; I move some shit around and put my pillows back and call it good. aunt's bed is super easy to remake; all I really had to do was shove the comforter over a bit and chuck her pillows back at the top and job done. (I was more concerned about vacuuming up all the hamster bedding that was painfully obvious since we moved the hamster out of the room. and also cleaning the hamster cage again.)

but mom's room. hoo boy.

mom has a waterbed. mom has had a waterbed my entire life, I guess because my dad preferred it. (mom also has his shitty bedframe that he bought with his first wife and kept in the divorce. it's an okay bedframe, with a really spaceous headboard, but it's like three fucking feet high.) the thing about waterbeds? well, actually there's two things about them: the first is that they have to be heated, because who the fuck wants to sleep on top of 220 gallons of cold water? fucking nobody, that's who. (that's right, 220 gallons. it's a fucking california king. because my dad does nothing by halves.) and of course our cats loved hiding behind that thing, and so of course they unplugged the fucking heater at some point. (we haven't had cats in that house since 2014 so uh. that should tell you how long ago that was.)

the second thing about waterbeds is that they are, by nature, filled with water. and like anything filled with water, they can spring a leak. now, we knew my mom's mattress had developed a leak, but we weren't quite sure where, and at any rate there was way too much shit on her bed for us to be able to strip it and drain it. (her room is like mine, re: full of shit which is encroaching on the bed; in her case this happened to be a large majority of our wardrobes, mostly hers but also some of mine, and some books. including, as I tragically learned, one of my mixx comics sailor moon volumes. T^T)

anyway she was all super insistent that we had to remake her bed so that she could actually sleep on it, because apparently I had messed it up or... something? idk. anyway, so we had it more or less done, when she discovered... that the bottom layers on her side? were soaked through where they used absolutely no business being. so she asks me for some scissors and she starts cutting, and then she has me clamber over to the other side to finish, and long story short we, uh, found a way to get everything off the bed and then strip it, because the water damage went further than she realised and the whole thing just needs to be drained and to go in the fucking trash. (that was when I discovered my sailor moon mixx comics volume 3 crammed in somewhere nice and wet, though to be fair it didn't get as bad as some of the other books, so I have a small amount of hope for it.)

(I actually screamed when I found it, like, lilterally fucking wailed in despair, and my mom was all like "it's just a book, it can be replaced" and was... very surprised when I informed her that no, actually, it probably can't be, or at least not without spending a lot of money. it's way the hell out of print and there's new translations. and there's probably no interest now in the mixx comics translations anyway, because tbh they weren't that great, but that was the translation I grew up with, bunny, v-babe, and all. I even have the first... I want to say 28, but it might be 35, chapters in single issue American-style comic form, still from mixx comics; I just don't know where they are and, tbh, I'm kind of afraid of what state they'll be in when I do find them.

anyway, there's a lot of nostalgia tied up in those late-90s/early-00s sailor moon comics for me, is the point.)

anyway, all asides aside, our entire plan for the day was entirely detailed because we still have to pick my aunt up. and we could in theory take her right home, but mom doesn't have anywhere to sleep at home, on account of the waterbed thing coming to a head. I told her she could leave me at dad's house and sleep in my room, but no, she refused. and we can't really just drop my aunt off at home and leave her there; if nothing else my brother openly hates her and she's... probably not all the way recovered. his gf is home and she's at least friendly and helpful, but they're also gonna have their hands full with the waterbed (he almost outright refused to do it, but then he was all "I'll ask gf" and then mom handed over her card in case he needed to buy anything and so suddenly now it's all getting taken care of. although I think gf would have made him do it anyway, because she's friendly and helpful and also if they don't do it then mom, as established, literally has nowhere to sleep, except maybe the fucking floor which, I keep reminding her, is not an option.)

so we're picking up aunt and then heading for dad's house. he's conveniently in the hospital so he isn't exactly using it right now (and ain't that just a story in and of itself). at first mom was all "oh my sister can sleep in your dad's bed and you and I can sleep in grandma's room" and then she was like "wait no what if she falls off your dad's bed" so now aunt is going to take grandma's room and mom is going to take dad's room and I am going to either sleep in there with her (it's a full; we should fit) or on the couch or something.

cause mom has to go to work tomorrow, and the commute from my dad's house is garbage, but she kind of doesn't have a choice. and then either she's going to drag me and my aunt awake at like 5am (unlikely) or she's going to come back for us after work and after her dr's appointment (which, oh, by the way, she has one of those tomorrow, too).

I don't really want to be alone with my aunt, but she'll... probably mostly keep to herself, I think. and I've got plenty of shit to keep myself occupied (especially if I can charge my goddamn ds again) plus, you know, THE OLYMPICS, so I should be good. (aaaaaa I can watch figure skating in hd on a nice tv if I'm at dad's, yay) mostly I just don't want to be stuck having to play caretaker? because I can't even take care of my own goddamn self; I definitely need to not be responsible for someone else's health and well-being. but then, according to the doctors, she's sufficiently recovered as to be able to take care of her own damn self, hence her being discharged. I... am less certain of that, having been witness to the clusterfuck that is the medical industry and my dad on multiple occasions, but then my aunt has better insurance and got to convalesce in a way nicer place than anywhere my dad has ever been in, so. I guess we'll see.