(is slowly ruining my life)

madd things that arent always mentioned:

- always sleeps so late, around 12 am or more, because you can’t stop daydreaming.
- being late in every occasion because you need at least half an hour to daydream
- daydreaming in shower, making you spend a lot of time and water wasted.
- having bad grades because you tend to daydream more than studying
- not being able to study or even focus in class because of the urge of daydreaming
- cancelling plans because you want to daydream more
- having too high standards for the real world, assuming that reality is so much worse than daydreaming
- cutting off relationships with friends, significant other, family
- sore legs for pacing around
- tears apart internally because on one hand, you love your daydreams and you never want to let it go, but on the other hand, it’s starting to ruin your life slowly significantly.

Dear Damian part 6 (Older! Damian Wayne x Reader)

Schninner: Oh yes my Squirtle squad, here comes another part of Pain and Feels, so grab your tissues and find yourself a secluded room where nobody can hear you cry, because this one is a doosy. Love ya guys!

Tagging: @isabellegunawan @gothxmsirxns @loverbug1123 @maruthor @the-singing-canary

(Female Reader)

Word Count:1226

Warnings: the angst, blood, swearing

Part 1 * Part 2 * Part 3 * Part 4 * Part 5 * Part 7

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Light stung his eyes as the executioner’s hood was flung from his face. Damian squinted while his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight, he frantically looked around for you. When he couldn’t find you, he panicked, his heart sped up as he thrashed around.

“Where is she!” He shouted at the guards that were holding him. “I swear, if you hurt her- “

“Relax young Wayne!” Damian’s head snapped in the direction of your father’s voice, “she’s right here!”

He gestured to one of the arched doorways surrounding them, Damian’s heart nearly stopped as saw the guards hauling your writhing body towards him. They forced you into a kneel and tore the hood off your head. You made eye contact, he could see the pain and fear in your eyes.

Your father clapped his hands together excitedly, “Well, let’s get this started now, shall we?”

He motioned for his servants, who brought him a katana. He swiftly unsheathed his sword, and slowly walked toward Damian, inspecting the blade.

“You, my friend, have ruined my life.” He said, slowly walking closer and closer.

“You ruined my relationship with the league of Assassins, you made me look like a fool, and you stole my daughter away from me…” His eyes narrowed and his mouth formed into a scowl, “and for that, I will make you suffer.”

He pulled back his arm, with hatred in his eyes, and swung down.

You spat blood out on the floor, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Killer Croc howled and came charging towards you. You rolled out of the way, throwing several knives at the beast. He snarled at you, tearing the projectile weapons out of his scaly flesh. He slashed at you, sending you flying through the air and crashing into the opposite wall.

You winced at your newly broken ribs, and struggled to get up, but your limbs didn’t seem to obey what your brain was telling them to do. Killer Croc stalked toward you, and grabbed you by your hair, slowly lifting you up. You screamed in anguish as you rose in the air.

Just then, a pair of birdarangs flew through the air and sinking into his flesh, right before letting off a small flash bomb. The monster let out a scream, and dropped you to the floor. You let out a grunt on impact, looking up to see Damian rush over to you.

Damian didn’t look at your father, all he could look at was you, your [H/C] hair, your [S/T] skin, and those beautiful [E/C] eyes of yours. He wanted you to be the last thing he saw. He watched as you screamed and struggled against the guards, pleading with your father to spare him.

Then he swung down, but Damian never felt the blade pierce his skin, in fact, he felt nothing at all, he was numb. He watched your face turn from rage to shock, as blood fell from the corner of your mouth. His eyes widened as he lowered his gaze to your abdomen, where your father had driven the blade right through you.

Damian kneeled down next to you, concern showing in his eyes. “Beloved, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dami.” You struggled to say as you sat up, wincing from the pain. “Better now that you’re here to help me kick this reptile’s ass.”

Damian smiled, but a roar from your opponent caused him to change his focus.

“Give me a moment beloved.” He said with a scowl, as he charged at the beast.

All he could do was watch, in complete shock and horror as your father removed the blade from your torso. You crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around your body all too quickly. Your father casually wiped the blood, your blood, form the katana.

NO!” Damian Screamed in outrage, straining against the guards, trying to get closer. “You should have killed me!” He screamed,” Why didn’t you kill me?”

“Why, my dear boy. Merely killing you would’ve just been to quick, to painless, this on the other hand,” He said with a cruel smile, “Is much more entertaining.”

You struggled to get to your feet, pulling your staff out, and running into the fray.

“Dammit [S/H/N]!” Damian shouted, as you pounced on the Killer Croc, striking him with your staff. “Stay out of this!”

“Fat chance Robin.” You said turning to him for a brief second.

This was a mistake on your part.

No sooner had you turned around, had the Crocodile raised his talons, intending to tear you to shreds.

“[S/H/N]! Watch out!” He screamed, you turned around to see the monster’s claws coming straight for you, but they never hit you.

Before they could tear you into ribbons, Damian had knocked you out of the way, receiving the blow himself.

Rage boiled inside of him, causing his adrenaline to spike up. He tore the guards grip from him, knocking the man to the ground unconscious with one swing from his bound hands. He then tore the bonds form his hands, giving him the opportunity to smash the head of the other guard against the hard ground.

He took them down one by one, knocking some unconscious, but killing most. They would pay.

He then finally reached your father. He enjoyed latching his bloodied hand onto his throat, and watching him struggle for oxygen, before the life left from his face completely. He dropped the lifeless body to the ground. Breathing heavily, he looked around him, observing the mass of dead and unconscious bodies that littered the grounds.

His rage and blood lust subsided only when he heard a faint, weak, and familiar voice.


After Croc had knocked Damian to the side like a rag doll, you had managed to knock the beast unconscious by giving him the shock of a lifetime, tazing him with enough electricity to knock out an African Elephant. You had rushed to his side, gasping and wincing along the way. You knelt down next to him, and observed the large bloody scratch marks across his broad chest.

“You idiot,” You lovingly muttered to him, helping him to his feet. “Why did you do that?”

Damian scrambled to your limp body, almost slipping in the blood as he scooped you up. Your skin was so pale and cold, he almost sobbed when he saw how dull your eyes had already become.

“[F/n], I’m so sorry,” He said, tears rolling down his cheeks, mingling with the blood running down your mouth, “If I had just gotten out quicker, if I had only- “

“Dami…” You whispered, raising your bloodied hand to his face. He leaned into your touch, feeling the blood from your hand rub off on his face.

“Why? Because I love you.”

“I love you.” You whispered, lightly kissing him on his lips. Then leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

And I will always protect you,”

“[F/N]? [F/N]! Please stay with me! I’ll get help! I can get you all fixed up!” He pleaded, but he didn’t move. It was too late.

Sobs racked through his body, as he clutched your small lifeless one close to him. He breathed in your sent, and buried his nose into your [H/C] hair.

“Please don’t leave me [F/N], I need you!”

”… I will always protect you.”

a couple weeks later

eleanor: it’s funny, fifteen years later and you’re still somehow ruining my life slowly. how about this: you tell me why you left, and then i’ll let you meet roy. under my supervision.

roman: c’mon, el–

eleanor: no. i deserve to know, and i want roy to understand why i don’t want you meeting him. so go on

roman: i’m still a detective. i’ve seen so much stuff through it: people dying, kids dying in my arms, accident after accident… it was getting to be too much to handle. i never told you, but i started seeing a therapist to try and work everything out. it just kept getting worse. i have no excuse, eleanor. i left my family when i should have left the job, but i felt like i had a greater duty to serve. i didn’t want roy to grow up with a crazy dad and you to have all that baggage added to you as well. so, i just left. i got better help and awhile later i tried to find you, but when i realized you moved, i thought it would be better for everyone is i just stayed gone. i’m so sorry

eleanor: … i’m doing this for roy, not you. we’ll be here tomorrow, don’t disappoint him again

special shoutout to my girl @peachysimsie for makin this problematic man <3

anonymous asked:

(Suicidal Anon here) I'll try to go on, but everything just seems to try to ruin my life, how I feel, technically it slowly pushes me to edges of everything, and I feel like I can do nothing...

Extra hugs from Flug and Whitehat!

( I understand. I used to be sort of suicidal and I still get random moments of depression that can last between an hour and days. It’s horrible to go through but talking about it to others is the best way to go. Please don’t shut people out who are trying to help. If you need to, talk to a hotline from your area or website that help with suicide, or with a trusted friend/relative. Just please know you can do anything, and the fact that you’re still here is proof of that. People love you and would miss you, and I know life is horrible most times but that’s what these loved ones are for. Don’t give up, I believe in you. <3 )


“So, the reason for today’s visit is that Jenn Damiano was nominated for a Tony Award when she was 17 years old, and so she never went through the summer stock rigamarole, which means she doesn’t know how to do her own pin curls.”

rubysommer  asked:

I just got a notification that your requests are open but don't have a request. I'm just here to show love 💗 I've only recently got into kpop/khiphop and it's ruining my life slowly lmao. So of course that means I've just got into reading fan fictions/scenarios. You're so talented I love reading your work. I think the first story I read was the one with Loco & Christian Yu. I was shook to say the least lmao.

Awwwwwww! You’re so fucking sweet dude :’)) thank you so much! I just adore you dammit. But please if you ever wanna request I’ll take it. Thank you for the love ma I really appreciate it. 💖😁💖

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