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#but i cant give her all the love and affection she deserves for being my precious Motorboat

wasted-women · 4 months

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ROUND 1D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 8!

Causes of Death & Propaganda Under the Cut:

Gamora

Cause of Death: Thrown down a great height

Propaganda:

Ugh okay, I know the writers bring her character back, but that is a past Gamora who does not even remember her recent team mates, the Guardians of the Galaxy. And this new Gamora does not show up till 7~ movies later. I absolutely hated watching Gamora die and then the movie showing her abusive dad crying over her, after he physically and mentally abused her for years and literally murdered her "for the greater good". And then of course her boyfriend Peter hear the news and has a mental breakdown. His sadness is so great that the good guys are unable to stop Gamora's dad and thus Endgame happens. I completely understand if you don't want to add her, I just wanted to give her a shot. My anger really stems from Gamora being an abuse survivor, then has to meet up with her abuser who murderers her in cold blood. Especially since she was one of the main characters in Guardians of the Galaxy. And I get the feeling that the writers for Infinity War/Endgame were not in communication or agreement with the Guardians of the Galaxy writer since GotG's writer had to bring her back out of nowhere for his story to work.

Gamora was raised to be a living weapon and she escaped her abusive life and found a new family who loved her and was even repairing her relationship with her (also abused) sister. Her murder was ALL ABOUT her abuser and how he felt sort of conflicted about throwing her off a cliff - and then all about her boyfriend and how upset he was about her death. Like I even liked her and Peter's relationship, but she also had her sister and friends and we never get into how her death affected them. We never get into how horrific her death was or how tragic it is that her life was cut short and what a waste to the universe it was because she was such a hero. It's just about the men's feelings. Ugh. (also yes technically she was brought back from a different timeline, but it's also very clear that Gamora is a different person, with her own story, and that og Gamora is dead and never coming back).

Killed off for Thanos and Quills man pain and for no other reason.

Natalia Romanoff

Cause of Death: Self-sacrifice to get the Soul Stone

Propaganda:

[No Propaganda Submitted]

Jane Foster

Cause of Death: Cancer

Propaganda:

her getting fridged in love and thunder made me so mad because 1. The movie was about her! I know it's a Thor movie but they literally advertised her as a female Thor. And her conflict about her own mortality is at the core of the film. 2. She dies for not just one man, but two men's character arcs! When she dies, it serves as a redemption for the main villain, and it shows Thor a lesson about how being with her wouldnt make him happy. Because she literally died and now he cant be with her! And because of her death, the villain decides not to kill all the gods. So it could have been a self sacrifice except, oh no! She dies from cancer! A completely arbitrary death!

#wasted women poll #round 1 #round 1d #gamora #natalia romanoff #black widow #jane foster #thor #avengers #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame #thor love and thunder #mcu #poll bracket #poll tournament #character polls #polls

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aeonophagic · 8 months

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I hope you don't mind my input on otkln

I don't think Kallen being a lesbian is the only reason it doesn't work, I see the dynamic more as unrequited love born from ottos lack of understanding of love in general (otto wasn't really shown love by most of the people in his life and that can affect how he views things) and how in the end it feels more like otto just wanted her to live a proper life

Plus a major thing was that Kallen wouldn't agree with any of the things otto did to save her; and otto probably knows that

I think it being nonromantic brings so much more meaning to Ottos motivation, its not out of desire but a sense of responsibility, this desperation to save the first person to show otto untainted kindness that poeticness is kind of lost whens its just "I want to date this girl", I hope this makes sense sorry for my tangent

Ok so reading the first line I thought oh nooo bcs I rlly dont like talking about it, but this is actually really similar to what I think about it as well, so I’m glad you put it into words because I cant do it without it being emotionally charged. I agree with pretty much all of this so I’m not going to be repeating what you said. As a lesbian myself though her being a lesbian as well is very important to me. I think the purposeful lesbian erasure/denial of her relationship with Sakura of some shippers is heinous, but I don’t want to talk about it because it makes me sad, so let me add some of my own thoughts about why I think Otto is Like That

(though it’s pretty much just what you said except i speak from my experience)

Having only one person who validates you&gives you attention can lead to one-sided dependency (or even worse, in my personal case, codependency) or feelings (I have been through it, I am better now and have been for years, but I have been through it) that might not really be feelings. I especially think this made it difficult for him to distinguish platonic and romantic love in the same way it was for me

As you said, he didn’t want her, he just wanted to be able to give her the life she deserved, because what he did, what his family did, took that away from her

#rajatalk

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latetaektalk · 20 days

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Ok while all of our hearts are collectively breaking, I wanted to share a little irl story that I think about whenever I reread LTHY. When one of my best friends, who suffers from anxiety, started seeing her now husband, I asked her mom what she thought of him. And she told me she thought he was perfect for my bestie because "he's so patient with her." And that just really stuck with me because that's not a compliment you hear about people, especially men, often. You'd be more likely to hear something like, "he takes such good care of her" or something like that... but patient? What a beautiful thing to be for another person. To be someone who gives someone else the support, time, space, and compassion to work through things on their own. To show them love, respect, and acceptance of who they are.

Anyways, whenever I read LTHY I always think of this moment because Jungkook is just so patient with OC and it really is so beautiful. Despite the tough ending to this most recent chapter, he was so patient with her when he came to pick her up at the mall and as she tried on her outfits. Even as she was fighting with him outside of his parents house, he was so patient and understanding, knowing that it was probably her anxiety and trauma talking. And our poor OC can feel it, and is frustrated by it, hence her screaming "why are you like this?!". Because she doesn't feel like someone who is deserving of patience, so it doesn't make sense to her. But she does deserve it and I hope that eventually she can love herself enough to accept his patience.

Are there things that both OC and Jungkook need to personally work on for the sake of their well-being as well as their relationship? A thousand percent. But what I really want is for OC to stop shaming herself for the way she is. She already feels really badly about herself due to her experience with Jaehwa, but I think an important thing this chapter highlighted was that she's compounding that with feeling horrible about herself for how she's reacted to that trauma and how it affects the way she behaves in her current relationship. She can't erase that trauma from her past completely, so my wish for her is the self-acceptance that she may be just someone who needs a little more assurance and patience while she's working through that trauma.... and more importantly that she's deserving of someone who is willing to accept her with those scars and meet those needs. But until she's receptive to it and feels she's deserving of it, all of the patience in the world won't be enough unfortunately. Giving someone else patience is really extraordinary, but it's even more extraordinary to be accepting of deserving patience.

oh my god i think i reread this ask over and over again because i genuinely never thought that anyone would analyse my story so much in depth !! im so so so flattered and amazed oh wow 🥹🥹

i definitely agree with you anon!! youre really pointing out some of the few things i really tried to hint at in the chapter! oc says it herself too actually both in the chapter "How even if you tried, he remained patient with you." and here. jk's patience surprises her over and over again. in the end, i think just because of his seemingly unwavering patience jk is able to be so understanding and empathetic towards oc. and its exactly that patience that oc cant accept because of what happened with jaehwa and her. they broke up just like that. there was no time, no patience. she was dropped like a hot potato and told to move on just like that.

i think even more than that its glaringly obvious also that oc never really offers herself any kind of patience. she gets so in her head and critises herself so much, how could she possibly go ahead and accept jk's patience?

both of them have a lot to figure out and i genuinely feel for oc so much because god knows that shes been through enough.

thank you so much for sending this in 💓 reading your take was so interesting and warmed my heart in ways you cant understand because i really wanted to get these things across !! thanks so much 💕

#when i first read this ask i had to pause!!!#im so so so flattered omg #because youre!! so!! right!!#im glad that youre able to see what im trying to do with oc #show how difficult all of this is for her and why she just cant ignore it all and go ahead and meet jk's parents #even though the conversation we witnessed of jk's parents and him was so nice #why she cant even begin to accept jk's kindness and empathy !!#fic: love to hate you #linh.ask #linh.anon #for me

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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Congrats on the 500 followers I love your stuff so its well deserved!!! If I could please have a matchup id be over the moon! 🌺

My pronouns are She/Her. Im short, chubby, and adorable! I have fluffy curly hair, glasses, and I love wearing dresses and skirts or cozy sweaters. I usually wear bright colors or vibrant patterns a-la miss frizzle think pink skirt with grapefruit print or dress with cacti/dinosaurs but then I pair it with cute combat boots and a leather jacket.

My hobbies are baking and video games. But I also love taking walks, gardening (born and raised farm girl), going to museums, and learning new cool facts to add to my fact hoard. Basically I will watch documentaries for fun usually while also baking brownies.

Im an ambivert and flip flop from leave me alone in my bed nest to recharge to going up to strangers to tell them I love there makeup or hair. I try hard to be a kind genuine person who brings joy into the world but admittedly I have a petty ice queen side to me, like it takes a LOT to piss me off as im very patient and forgiving (messing with my loved ones is a fast track tho) but once I’m there I will take them down and they wont see it coming as I can be quite the sneaky ‘manipulative’ type. I do use my evil powers for good sometimes like helping 3 couples meet/confess.

I’m very loyal, but take a while to trust others and open up. Once someone has gained my trust and friendship I am very loving and affectionate this includes cuddles, massages if permitted and hugs. My love languages are Acts of Service and Words of Affirmation, so friends can expect random bombardments of genuine compliments or if they mentioned something they wanted / needed done consider it taken care of.

Despite all this and often being called the ‘mature one’ or ‘the dependable one’ by my friends I am actually very shy and easily flustered, I cant handle compliments of flirting without combusting. I will go from serious and put together handling things like a boss to squeaking and completely falling apart if someone says something really nice to me. I cant handle getting gifts either.

Uhh idk how to finish this so fun fact time I guess:

Did you know that certain chicken breeds can lay naturally occurring blue eggs? I raised several and those chickens are often very independent compared to other breeds. They still like getting hugs and pets tho! Also the eggs taste mostly the same but the yolk has more flavor.

i match you with trey clover!!

you two give me unintentional couple that are the parents in a friend group? whenever there's some trouble going on, especially within heartslabyul you two are someone like deuce usually comes to for advice. i'd imagine you two would always be baking with each other-- he'd be in love with someone who enjoys it as much as he does. only better for the dorm because that means twice the amounts of sweets obviously...

with what trey does in the science club, he does have a knack for growing plants in the school's botanical garden. as he also uses it to grow his own fruits and such for baking. he'd gladly show you what he's doing, he is particularly proud of his strawberries for tarts hehe.

it's funny because though trey thinks the world of you-- giving any kind of romantic compliments is so difficult for him. i mean, he's canonically bad at flirting. he can't help but feel bashful whenever you yourself seemingly shower him with praise. he tends to show his affection through acts of service like you, he wants to be someone that actively goes out their way and does something for you to brighten your day. trey wants to be reliable to you, because he's such a mess bringing it into words, he shows you all the time.

trey is affectionate but around others its very discreetly, hand on your back, playing with your hair, he likes holding your hand, he'd urb his thumb over the back of it too.

#i appreciate the fun fact hehehe #twst x reader #trey x reader #matchups

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curedeity · 10 months

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this is a stick up!! give me your top 5 beyblade platonic relationships!!!

IT IS TIME IT IS TIME

1. Madoka and Gingka

This has to be first like im sorry but have you seen their qpr energy? They are literally the modt solid and consistent dynamic of the show, and while underutilized, theyre just genuinely sweet. I love how their relationship continues with them frustrating or annoying each other sometimes, like how youd imagine from a roommate youre comfortable with, but having that same genuine trust and care. Theyre a powerful team that just gets each other normally, and helps each other do a bit more, a bit better.

I genuinely love that theyre just so comfortable around each other with no romantic teasing. Gingka just gets to casually sleep on her couch and stuff.

And from a fanon perspective it gives me a lot to do. Both these characters end up being flat at my points through the show, and digging into their dynamic is one of my easiest ways to add depth to them.

I love having Madoka and Gingka turn to each other to manage the whirlwind of their team in masters. Traveling this far is something new for Madoka, and she clashes with the team a fair bit. Gingka, on the other, struggles to actually work as a team and could use Madoka there to remind him.

I love fury aus of these two, or roleswap aus, i think their dynamic in general has a lot to play with when them working together is placed at the forefront

To mention i love writing my post fury interpretation of the characters where, after being together for so long, they now live separately and have to learn how to manage that.

Basically, i think there are a lot of stages of their dynamic to explore if i dig into it. And theyre just genuinely solid.

2. Gingka, Hikaru, and Ryo

This is the only dynamic that could challenge for top spot and absolutely none of you are surprised to see it. I love this dumbass family dynamic, and it is genuinely sweet to me how Hikaru, even in canon, just gets welcomed in so easily and naturally.

I also think theres a lot to explore from each perspective (if you cant tell from my fanfic archive). Hikarus emotions about her mom and getting a new family, both her reticience and eagerness. Her different interactions with both Ryo and Gingka, because at least canonically its clear to see shes closer to Ryo, so discussing how that affects her rivalry and friendship with gingka is interesting.

And Gingka, post fusion, just got his dad back in a tumulteous way, so exploring that dynamic is interesting. Along with how his perspective on Hikaru would change as Ryo basically adopts her while hes traveling.

And Ryos perspective on these two? Phenomenal. The guilt over not being there for Gingka, the way he helps Hikaru and tries to grow close to her?

All three parts of this dynamic are very strong and unique with interesting aspects to explore, and ultimately just a strong family dynamic where they all really care for each other.

3. Yuki and Madoka

I care about these two being a qpr wayyyyyy too much for canon but like. Im correct and i should say it.

While Madoka and Gingka are interesting for how their priorities wildly differ but how they form a team anyway, Yuki and Madoka have this instant understanding of each other and agreement of whats important.

Not to mention how isolated Yuki is, and how a lot of his arc (or the semblance of one they gave him) is about him opening up to others and becoming more confident, i think him forming a bond with Madoka really works with that. He really deserves someone who understands him, and Madoka deserves someone with common sense.

It also leads to interesting post fury interactions. Madoka and Yuki, as much as they would be friends from fury, probably werent super close, and madoka just opened her house up to yuki as she does to everyone. But then they really have to get to know each other, because no way is Yuki going back to that observatory. Madoka has to learn how to coexist like this with a person who isnt Gingka, like, just a reminder of how different people are. And Yuki has to really come to trust Madoka, to not just be getting along because the world is ending, but to truly accept his place there.

Theyre just lovely. I love them

4. Yu and Tsubasa

Im not gonna write much about them here. Theyre just good. Look at canon, theyre perfect. I didnt want to put them here cause their so obvious. But itd also be a lie to not put them here.

5. Hikaru, Tsubasa, Kyoya and Ryuga

Putting these all together even though i ship tsubasa and kyoya, but in this case i have a separate platonic dimension for these interactions that center around Hikaru. This sort of dynamic is really one that emphasizes how what happened at the end of fusion affected each one, and how they all have different reactions to it and how to deal with it.

Choosing this sort of dynamic lets me use them to foil each other as a group, and gives unique individual interactions. Idk if i wanna detail them all, bc i have fics doing so, but ill take a second to justify Ryuga and Hikaru.

I think Hikaru is the only person who could really challenge Ryuga in how he hurt her (and maybe hyoma). Her life really, really changed from what he did, in a way that sets her apart from the rest in a way that would take ryuga out of his comfort zone the most.

Hiakru, similarly, is the only one of the trio that cant really deal with ryuga, and i like hurting her. Having to interact with him would force her to confront things she might not want to confront.

Tsubasa and Kyoya with Ryuga is just them bitching off at one another.

Honorable mentions!

Gan Gan Galaxy: they didnt get on here bc i highlighted two individual dynamics from this team, but id like to point out as a whole unit their dynamic is very strong. They really carry masters, each having a unique feel in the group and causing so much chaos. They really managed to make a great group with these characters, and im still immensely attached to all of them

Team Wang Hu Zhong: Theyre just perfect. I love the way their all supportive of each other, even if they snipe at each other sometimes. Just strong, nice characters.

Lera and Nowaguma: I like these two cause they remind me of me and my brother. Not that my brother is shy like Nowaguma but he doesnt talk a lot. And i talk A Lot. And am Very Loud. Its a good dynamic, i love it.

Team Starbreaker: Oh these guys are so fucked up. Theyre so fucked up together. Most would kill each other for a cornchip. I love them. Its especially fun to write their team interactions as a focus and try to figure out the ways they foil each other, when they were normally used for foiling specific gan gan galaxy or other cast members.

Maru, Ren and Zyro: all headcanon baby! I genuinely like the sort of sibling relationship most of the cast forms with Maru. I think we see it with Zyro the most, but i also think Ren would quickly ingratiate herself in the dynamic to be one of Marus women role models. I think Zyro and Ren have a strained relationship from how Ren is treated, but the way she learns his moves and challenges him is interesting, and I really wanna see him respect her similarly. I think theyd get along well and have similar chaotic energies.

Hyoma and Ryo: fucked up disappointed mentorship. What can i say? Hyoma has Issues and Ryo is a dumbass.

Lastly, Hikaru and Teru. I think they should be besties

#i love exploring platonic dynamics soooo much and qprs are giving me life to write #these were so hard to choose and i probably have so many more i could detail #beyblade #beyblade metal fight

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heeseongism · 2 years

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Can you do a mutual appriciation post pls?

Love your works ! Slay bestie 💪🏻💜✨

Ooh okay !! Im rlly bad at writing sappy messages tho so bare with me 😭 also im going thru my following list as im writing so this isnt in any particular order <3 also ty @sluttyenha for re-sending this ily

@foxdaisy MY PRECIOUS DAISYYY 🥺 notice how i said my daisy? Thats bcs shes mine so all of u hoes better back off, daisy should srsly have the Guinness world record for most adorable person in the world bcs my god shes the cutest 🤧 always so so supportive of all her mutuals and never has anything bad to say abt anyone, shes rlly reminds me of this one mutual i used to have on my old acc and it just made me feel so at home on this new blog <33 daisy rlly just deserves the world, she's just that one friend that you can always count on to brighten up your day 💕 i always look forward to the asks that she sends me and ngl i feel my eyes watering sometimes by how adorable she is :( we’re always active at different time but whenever we do interact it makes me rlly appreciate and love her <3

@sunghoonalter raven, oh god where do i start. raven first and foremost is my bae so everyone back off bcs she is MINE MY PROPERTY 🔪 yes i have claimed both raven and daisy deal with it (i may claim some of my other mutuals so beware) shes also my no 1 angst writer even tho i hate reading it bcs it crushes my heart but I'll read it for her ✋😔 honestly raven deserves way more than shes getting on this hellsite BCS WHY TF ARE YALL SLEEPING ON HER DAMN GOD GIVEN WRITING SKILLS?!?!?!? WAKE UP AND APPRECIATE HER FFS shes the cutest girl in the world with her bambi eyes and might i say beautiful lips 😩 also her humor >>>>>>> it makes me love her even more than i alr do. We may disagree on some stuff (her being bambi and sunghoon having tiddies) but i still love her nonetheless ! I hope ive made her tumblr experience just a little bit better just like she did with mines ❤

@hee-pster - jan my fellow girl boss and lifeline is by far THE LOVELIEST person ive met on this site and im not even over exaggerating. She was the first person i properly interacted with and she immediately made me feel so comfortable on her and ilh for that 😭 she rlly deserves all the praise and love that she recieves bcs shes just such a kind, funny, and bubbly mutual who im proud to call my friend :( shes also hilarious and i love how we can both match each others energy, shes such a beautiful person and i just know shes beautiful on the outside too 😔 we wouldnt be able to handle a face reveal 💔 i rlly do love her, so much that words cant explain how much she means to me, I'll always try my best to be her supportive moot 💕 I hope she always remembers to take care of herself bcs life can be an ass sometimes <3

@jaylaxies aria aka the president of coochie clenching smuts AKA MY QUEEN 😩 WHY IS NOBODY ON THEIR KNEES BOWING TO HER FEET RN??? She is just so so hardworking and i rlly admire her for her perseverance despite all the obstacles she faces on her blog. Shes such a gorgeous person inside and out and shes still so humble even after gaining a massive follwoung which makes me love her sm more. Shes just one of the ppl who im extremely proud to call my friend bcs its not every day you meet someone as amazing aria, shes a rare gem fr 💕💕 I want to give her the world and to protect her from all the hate but sadly im merely a 19 yr old with multipe deficiencies and couldnt fight for my life without shattering my bones. However i hope that my love and affection can help her even if its in the tiniest way possible. Shes honestly one of the sweetest ppl ive met on here and i always look forward to her posts and when we interact :(

@end-hyphen MY LITTLE 5'2" GENIE IN THE BOTTLE 🧞‍♀️ ik alot of ppl say this but genie rlly is just like a big bundle of sunshine and she never fails to make my day whenever i see her in my notifications :( literally a free package of positivity like WHAT DID I DO IN MY PAST LIFE TO DESERVE BEING BLESSED BY SUCH A WHOLESOME HUMAN BEING ??? We haven't been mutuals for very long but i rlly hope our friendship can last for a very very long time bcs tumblr would be so lifeless without her, the happiness would literally be drained out of my tumblr experience ngl 😭 im always looking forward to when we interact and just seeing her interactions with other ppl on my dash makes me so happy that theres still sm positivity despite all the hate anons ew,, genies rlly is just a beautiful person both inside and out and i wish her all the happy things in life!

@jaysbiceps amy or should i say my angel in disguise and by disguise i mean KINKY LEATHER CORSET,, i legit never wouldve expected someone as sweet and GORGEOUS as her could be this sexy but im loving it. Amy is probably the person i dm the most on here, and shes just the cutest most adorable mutual i could ever wish for. Shes so supportive and is always checking up on me which i appreciate vv much, whenever i say i love her i rlly do mean it. I love our talks whether its abt being horny or screaming abt random drama she never fails to make me laugh even if im having a rough day :( She deserves all the love and happiness in the world and i hope she doesnt have to deal with nasty anons anymore bcs or else i will personally go to their house and drain the happiness in them and then gift it to amy.

@shu-ramyeonz shu is... chaotic to say the least... BUT SHES MY CHAOTIC BAE (another one added to the list hehe fight me if u object) I love how she always acts so friendly with ppl even if its the first time they've interacted she acts as if they've know eachother forever nd have gone thru 5 divorces together 😔 I admire her sm for her confidence and positivty despite all the haters in her inbox who hve nothing better to do. also she looks exactly like a pinterest girl THE ENVY UGH 🤧 anyways i love her sm she's always hyping me up and complimenting me for no reason whatsoever which never fails to cheer me up 💕

@hwxnghyynjin BILLIE MY HANDSOME BOY, firstly can we just appreciate how god damn sexy he is bcs the fact that there isnt a billie visuals appreciation day where we all cry over how hot he is doesnt sit right with me 🤨 billie is a mutual of mine from my old acc so we go WAYYY BACK and i can't think of any other mutual i would rather have find this acc (well technically i told him but who cares) he is the cutest bean ever and his smile is so so so so precious it just lights me up inside hes so cute sjakhska :(( someone stop me im fangirling anyways billie is just the light of my life rlly and we dont interact much nowadays but i still feel so comfortable with him which is a huge thing for me. I just love him 😭

@lunarxsun luna is the cutest most adorable most precious person to exist istg words cant explain how hard working she is, i rlly hope one day she gains the recognition she deserves bcs her ocs are SO GOOD 😩 shes always so positive no matter what the haters say and i love that abt her. She's always coming into my ask box to give a little hello and i rlly appreciate it so so much, she's always thinking abt those around her and u can tell she genuinely loves her mutuals, shes such a good person and im manifesting with her that she meets her future husband at the COOL club ;)

@clelevanters tala is an angel that was sent down by god for being too horny and i will stand by that statement 😤 she rlly was blessed by god with those stunning visuals and stunning voice too?? Apparently she sings and im crying bcs i haven't heard her heavenly voice yet 😭 shes such a positive bundle of energy and i love when she randomly pops into my ask box simping over enha or the dark moon characters sjsjsksj tala also shares my pegging kink ugh could she get any better. Shes yet another one of my mutuals who i just wanna protect with all my might and also the fact that shes younger than most of us makes her so babie :( enhablrs babygirl me thinks

@polalvsjy MAE IS THE HUMAN PERSONIFICATION OF COTTAGECORE ISTG SHES SO SOFT AND CUTE except she listens to chase atlantic- shes one of the most beautiful person ive seen im not even joking. She gives off HUGE golden retriever vibes and its so adorable 😭 literally jakes soulmate in my opinion. She's also extremely talented LIKE FIRST SHES AN AMAZING WRITER AND THEN I FIND OUT SHE CAN SING LIKE AN ANGEL, DRAW LIKE PICASSO AND DANCE?!?!? God truly does have favorites 🤧 i always look forward to seeing her on my dash and in my inbox <33 i feel like it’d be rlly nice to just have a picnic with her and talk abt anything bcs shes so easy to speak with <3

@forjongseong NANA IS LITERALLY MY SOULMATE ATP HER MUSIC TASTE IS CHEFS KISS SHE ALSO LISTENS TO MAYE TOO SO LIKE 😍 once again a very very very talented mutual of mines,, her carmesi series OH MY GOD SHE MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THE SECRETARY!JAY AGENDA. We actually dont interact as much as it feels like we do bcs i just feel so comfortable with her and i love that abt her, i love how shes such a kind inviting person and also extremely pretty too might i say 👀 shes adorable and her love for jay is even more adorable skjndk i always look forward to seeing nana on my dash and i hope we can become even closer!!

@drunkjaked SAX IS ALSO MY SOULMATE STFU she introduced me to kehlani and i’ll always love her for that 💕 we also havent interacted much but it feels like shes a lifelong friend whenever we talk with eachother! Shes such a talented writer and im proud to be mutuals with such a sweet and funny person such as her. I hope that in the future we can become closer friends and i hope she takes care of herself <33

@donghoonie-3 AVERY MY LOVE istg describing how precious they are is impossible, i always love seeing them interact with other ppl on my dash, and HE ALSO SHARES MY LOVE FOR SUBBY HOON 🥹 the best sub!hoon blog on here imo. I dont have much to write bcs we dont interact much but i truly do love and care for them <33

@hee-pot @vivvys @robyncore @4hsng @thots4hee @softforqiankun @amourhee @svnoohe4rts @muffinminnie @criceofpain @blond4enha @sluttyenha @taekookstiddiemilk @nyanggk @valley-of-lies @2minbin @heetro @pandorasblogbcuzican @tfwheeseung @yunskies @jinfie-lvr ILY GUYS I RLLY DO BUT WE HAVENT INTERACTED ENOUGH FOR ME TO WRITE ANYTHING 😭 but i srsly do love u all equally and i hope we can interact more in the future mwah <33 also if i missed out any moots the same goes for you guys

#anon :3 #ask box ! 🖂#only those who were active a few weeks ago know the hell i went thru when writing this up 😭

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la-duvalin · 2 years

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omg here it is my first ever request: edward nashton x reader where reader lives next door to ed with her mom and stepdad and he can hear them fighting all the time. at first, he tries to mind his business until he runs into her in the stairwell while her parents are fighting again. maybe she even has a bruise and that triggers something inside him… maybe they grow mutually infatuated with each other? maybe she helps him with his riddler schemes? idk feel free to change it up how you see fit, i cant wait to see where you go with this!

Oh my! Hell yes dear bestie, and thanks for such an interesting, juicy ask!!♡ I'll do my best for your 1st request! This one is also a couple of firsts for me!I hope you enjoy this as much as I loved making it <3 Also thank you for your patience!!

Happy birthday my dearest friend ♡♡

Summary: Your life is living hell from time to time, until you start getting to know your peculiar neighbour who looks like a cute floruga, who kinda happens to not be one completely, but it seems like he makes your life heaven, or...doesn't he?

Warnings: Eddie with a god complex, descriptions of violence, angst, mature language, descriptions of murder, domestic violence, smut,dub con, masturbation, humilliation in sex, forced masturbation, non con fingering, manipulation, reader forced into submission and obedience, gaslighting, incel thinking and behaviour, misoginy.

Little FYI, in the parts were I narrate things from our dear Eddie's point of view, is how I think he would express and think things, not mine!! It counts for the reader as well.

AFAB reader with she/her pronouns!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is a dark fic, please be wise and prudent.

Word count: 13k

Hell Also Has a Spectrum

You noticed how the sound of his footsteps stopped suddenly, your curiosity got the best of you, so you stared at him only to notice how he was already staring at you. This of course confused you, why would your neighbor just stand only to look at you? Until you remembered, the new bruise on your cheekbone was probably more evident than before. Then the memory of how it got there attacked your mind, how your parents were fighting, as usual, and how even though you were minding your own business they still managed to drag you into their fight again. Just that this time you decided not to stay quiet, not to let them drag you even more into their misery, toxicity and drama. You tried almost everything, from asking them calmly to let you out of all that, to begging them, to stupidly trying to make them calm themselves and reason, nothing worked and it only made things worse, so in your desperation you just screamed at both of them to stop all their crap and to get a fucking divorce instead of being assholes and making their lives and your own a living hell, that's more or less how it came out of your mouth. So of course your stepdad punched you on the face so hard that it threw you to the floor, dazed and pained crawling trying to make sense of what just happened, to later on literally kick you out of the house and yell you to come back only if you beg for their forgiveness as he calls you an insufrible miserable little brat while your mother allowed it and said that you deserved it, her words coming out like the poison they are and hurting you like so. The mere fast flashback almost made you throw up from the anxiety and anguish it brought. He had never done anything like this, he had threatened before, but never laid a finger on you.

You didn't give them the joy of knowing how bad this affected you, making you cry in silence, sitting on the edge of the stairwell that led to other floors, your calves and feet hanging, comforting yourself while doing your best to bring yourself to a calm state, something you've been good at for many years, and it took you some minutes, but unknown to how many there were. Then one of your coping mechanisims started acting, disassociating, daydreaming. But these happy dreams were interrupted not long after by the moment that brought you back to reality, your neighbour staring at you almost in well hidden shock.

He was planning on just walking off to his apartment, and to never think of your lovely face with such a horrible bruise marking it, but something in him just couldn't allow him to do that. He barely knew you, the only interactions you both had were kind and polite greetings whenever you bumped into each other, something you started, just being nice, but it was also something almost no one did ever.

—May I help you, sir?— you decide to ask, a bit weirded out by his intense stare, but curious at the same time

He got embarrassed once he realized of this little accident, then he looked at the door of your "home", the screams of your parents still so loud as usual, and then stared back at you again, he seemed nervous.

—Would you like some pumpkin pie?— he says softly with a shy smile

—Huh?—

—I just got some yesterday and it's really good...I'd like to share a slice or two with you— he explained, in a more normal volume for your to hear him.

—Sure...I'd like that too— you answered, a huge smile on your face now. He really is as nice and kind as he seems, you thought.

As you stood up, he was already on his door and looking for his keys in his pocket, oh he definitely was nervous and wasn't that good at hiding it.

His apartment was a bit of a mess but also a bit empty, like if he barely lived there.

He pulled you a chair and dragged it to the little table near his kitchen and offered you to sit to then later get into his kitchen so fast you couldn't even thank him properly for the seat, he already had disappeared from your view, so you just decided not to care much, and just sat, looking around his flat discretely while you waited. You did notice how even in the mess things were in "order" even though it all looked weird, probably it was ordered in his mind in a certain way «An organized mess, huh...» you thought to yourself, knowing you tend to to that from time to time as well.

Meanwhile your kind neighbour, was hiding and stalling in his kitchen, he just couldn't believe he had actually invited you over into his trashy apartment, and now it was expected that he'd talk to you, at least it's what he thought you expected, he doesn't have anything prepared in regards of what to say in these situations, specially in such a complicated and specific as this one. As he got the already cut in half pie he bought the day before, and prepared a plate, he was overthinking in what to say, how to start a casual conversation, he really sucked at this.

He finally came out after a while, with a plate with a slice of pie on it on one hand, and a cloth with ice inside it in his other hand, and left them both on the table

—Thanks— you say softly with a little smile on your face while looking at him as he sat on the other end of the table

—What's your name?— he asked a bit dryly due to his nervousnes.

He already knew it, it had been screamed numerous times by your infuriated mother and your crazy stepfather, but he wanted to pretend things weren't like that, to make you feel a bit normal and safe. So he smiled once you pronounced it, specially since he always thought it was a beautiful name.

—Well I hope you like it...the pie— stumbling a bit on his words while speaking, he started fidgeting with his fingers, a habit he's had since he was a child.

You cut a piece with the fork as you put the improvised ice pack against your cheekbone, and proceded to ear the desert. —It's delicious...thank you— you replied, a tear threatening to leave your eye, you needed this company and kindness more than you thought, realizing it almost tore you apart, it was nice for someone to finally take care of you somehow.

—What is your name?— you finally ask after a couple of minutes of pure silence.

—Edward...Edward Nashton—

—Edward...that's a cute name— your words coming out as whispered, almost as if talking to yourself, but there was the intention of him hearing you say the honest compliment.

The moment those words left your lips, dear Eddie almost choked on his own saliba, though he had the funniest and cutest expression of embarrassment on his now bright pink, almost fully red face. Against your want, you decided it was best not to tease the poor flustered man who looks like he's going to explode from the surprise your compliment gave him, so instead you just kept eating the delicious pumpkin pie, with a cheeky but really shy smile.

Edward's POV

What was that? Did you just make fun of him? Did you just give him a fake compliment?

«But why?! How could she make fun of my name?! I have been nothing but kind towards her!»

—Cute?— the bitterness he felt was expressed perfectly by his voice and tone.

His head turned and it made obvious that his stare we completely on you, and the more he looked at that beautiful face of yours, the more he convinced himself that that little "compliment" was a joke and a mock. You flattering him? HA! Yeah right, he wasn't falling for it.

—Well yeah...—you begin, your tone was relaxed and as if you were saying something obvious, but your eyes showed that hint of panic and nervousness. —I personally like your name, how it's pronounced, I like the sound of it— you finish explaining with a confused brow.

—It's just a name, and a common one— he replied, almost attacking you.

—Yeah, so? Gee man, whoever hurt you must be the scum of the Earth no doubt of that, but come on, take my honest compliment, you deserve it—

Now that is weird, he's in shock. What did you just say? He didn't know if he should be enraged or just stay confused, what could he even say to respond to such words?

What a strange and peculiar female you are. Almost like if you were a riddle yourself, now, that seems more interesting for him.

•••

He really is as weird as you thought, but you also understand life might not have been kind to him, judging by the reaction to your flattery.

—Dam, this pie really is good!— you say, knowing it would make it uncomfortable not to say anything after the state he now is in. —Where did you get it?—

—Huh?...Oh! From the store across the street— he sounded like if he was forced to come back to reality.

From there the conversation went smoothly and nicely, even though both of you weren't that good at socializing, there was something about him that made you do your very best to try. You figured how small talk didn't work on him, which was more than perfect for you as well.

Your mom and stepdad are long forgotten to you now, even with their still constant screaming with a couple of breaks. When Mr.Nashton accidentally started to rant why puzzles are good for the brain and what types of thinking they help to develop, you couldn't help but feel truly fascinated for the passion with which he spoke, how much he knows about the topic, and just how happy he looked, until he stopped to apologized for talking much, and even though you tried your best to reassure him that it was okay, he just kept quiet, but you decided to still ask him about one specific conondrum that you didn't quite understand. Your neighbour knew what you were doing, but no one had asked him to continue talking about his fixations or interests, and he couldn't say no to the cute face you put up for him.

A couple of months passed and he had adopted you somehow, since your mom and stepdad fought almost every single day, you ended at Edward's door every time, to the point that his apartment became more of a home for you than where you live at, your neighbour himself felt like a home to you. Yes he was a weirdo, filled with red flags and rare habits, and there was just something about him that didn't feel right, and as much as you tried to figure it out, you just couldn't, there were a lot of pieces missing, but you decided not to really care. It was nice to be with someone who listens to you and somehow and in his way cares. Also, it didn't take you long to aknowledge and admit to yourself that there was something strangely attractive in him and not only phisically speaking, at some point you found yourself wanting to make him laugh just so you could listen to his funny sweet giggles and see that cute smile. To add that after constantly talking to him and spending time together, even if he was doing things for his work or just couldn't pay much attention to you, he was opening more, bit by bit, taking his time and being extra careful with what he shares and says, that is obvious, but you don't mind it. Another thing you've noticed is how lately in the past two weeks you've seen him less and less, him giving you the excuse he's been working overtime, but honestly you just can't believe it, because he's also changed, like if he was slightly more confident of himself and more detached to reality than usual, dwelling too much on his thoughts to the point his body is almost the only thing left of him.

—Riddle me this...!— he started enthusiastically.

—No, Eddie! You always come up with the weirdest and most difficult riddles ever, don't torture me!— you "begged" playfully, but he did actually give you some pretty challenging riddles from time to time.

—Riddle me this...— he repeated —What does a liar do when he' dead?— he finally asked, though there was something in his voice that gave away that he really wanted you to answer this one, like if it was important somehow.

—Okay, first of all, that's a bit creepy...— you replied, and then hummed a bit as you think your answer, looking at the floor of his living room like if it had the answer. —Dam I don't know...—

—Come on, at least think—

—Hey, I am! Don't be mean!— you scolded with a cute pout. —He...lies still?— you answered with doubt after really thinking it through and remembering more or less how your friend's riddles were. You admit you ain't the best at these games, but therw is just something enjoyable about Eddie's puzzles and conondrums.

—Good...here's your reward— he praised, a bit proud of your answer. He hands you half a paper sheet as he stared at your face, as if studying and analyzing each and everyone of your expressions and facial movements.

—What's this?— Investigating and reading your reward you see how it has the same question but it had a couple of strange symbols bellow the question, and in the bottom of the page those symbols were there again, only in diffetent positions and there were more, different from the others. —What kind of reward is this, Eddie?—

Sweet and playful giggles come out of him —You tell me—

You are now truly and obviously confused.

—Just observe well, dear — he explains like if it was weird that you didn't get it, and then he just sat in front of his computer and started working on it, leaving you on purpose to solve yet another puzzle of his.

The symbols were cutious yet interesting to look at «Did he create these by himself? If he did...then he really might be a true genius...» you said to yourself, and then it suddenly came, the way some symbols were repeated on the bottom of the riddle, you connected them to your answer «So...it's his own alphabet?! Gee this guy really is something huh»

Grabbing the notebook Edward gave you for his games and challenges, you copied the symbols, all of them, and separated the letters you already had, immediately relating this to the hangman game, having only a few letters and guessing the rest until it gave you the answer, or at least an answer as closest as possible to the true message, though there were ten letters out of the twenty three «Well I guess it's enough...I mean I think it should be, if it weren't then Eddie would've put more, right? There is almost nothing he does withoutbreally thinking it through until it's perfect in his point of view».

At first you took a picture of the strange letters only, and searched them up in google images to see if you could be in luck and find something alike it, or even better, the strange alphabet itself, but unfortunately no matter how well taken the picture was, no resuslts were found, he really had created this. «Apparently there's no cheating in this one...again...a-fucking-gain!».

Since there was no other choice and you really wanted to solve this, you started by decoding the most common letters in the phrase, and you did quite a few variations until it all made sense, and from there, there was only the last step, completing it and writing it down on your friend's paper sheet.

"You are as smart as I thought"

Those words sounded in your head with his voice, making you blush. He thought of you that way before you solved this little puzzle, and he had enough faith in you to know you would solve it perfectly, he includes you into his little games and you beat him. This last fact made you feel chills running though your body, the sense of accomplishment it gave you had this effect.

Sooner than later you already found yourself standing up and going to Eddie's desk to show him your achievement. Bending over to hug him from behind while he was still sitting, working on his computer, slightly hiding the paper from him, you felt him tense a little under your touch. You raised your hand from his shoulder and showed him the paper, immediately taking it from your grasp, "accidentally" caressing your hand on the process.

—It did take you some time— he says sarcastically while looking at the paper sheet, just teasing you , but kind of not so much.—Well done! You really are as smart as I thought, dear— he finally said in a genuinely proud tone.

That little pet name he gave you, didn't come out as much, but whenever it did you knew it was special, making your heart skip a beat every time it came out of him.

—And you are a lot more creative than I thought, Eddie! This is truly amazing!— you replied honestly, hugging him a little tighter, squeezing your cheek against his. —Creating your own alphabet! It's amazing!—

—Wait, how do you know I made it?— he asked, suspecting that you tried cheating.

—Well...I guess, it's you we're talking about! Of course you had to have your own alphabet! You're all about being original and doing things your own way, and all of those things of the sort, you even create your own riddles! Plus, I do think you're smart enough to create your own alphabet, darling!— it was true, but still of course you weren't going to guve yourself away and admiting to your little and poor attempt at cheating.

Once you finished he turned his head to look at you, with his eyes almost completely closed, making very obvious he was suspicious of you. Though he was also doing his very best for his face not to end like a tomato in color, both your visages were so so close, the temptation and consuming desire of his to just get even closer to kiss your precious lips, the only ones he desires.

—What? Don't you believe me, Eddie darling?— you faked a sad tone and made a little pout, exactly what you knew could make oh dear Eddie melt and fold.

—Fine...you didn't cheat, how could you?— he said again sarcastically, and ended with a deep sigh.

Suddently and interrupting the moment, your phone's alarm went off, you grabbed it from your pocket, but still holding Edward with one of your arms, and deactivated the alarm. —Shit...It's already late. I'm sorry Eddie, but I have to go, I don't wanna beg to get into my own home yet again, to that asshole, so I'll just get going— you told him, just as you do every time when it's the hour to go. —Thanks for having me today and for letting me play another one of your games!— that honest acknowledgment ended with a deep kiss on his cheek, but was crudely cut by you releasing him from your hug and finally leaving with a —See you tomorrow!—.

Once you left completely and shut the door right behind you, Edward was still in his seat, staring blankly at his computer but without paying attention to whatever there was on it, in shock by what you just did, you've never kissed him before, there were barely hugs and that only because he wasn't that used to physical touch and it was just so rare and strange for him, it took time for him to really allow you to do so every once in a while. But this kiss, quick but sweet, it felt like heaven to him, the moment just replayed in his head, almost like if he wss figuring out if it had really happened or if it was just another one of his vivid daydreams, another one of his fantasies, but his logical mind kept telling him that it wasn't, this was real, just as real as the pain he's felt through all his life, and the struggles that have always had accompanied him.

His stare went to the little game on paper he had given you, he took it and admired it with a little smirk on his face, now his mind was somewhere else.

—Yes...she could be...— he agreed with himself outloud, his thoughts were making dangerous connections and plans, but he, in his mind, contemplated they were good and could be taken into action.

You were sitting on your couch, in your home, looking desperately for something. Your parents left to go on a date with each other to make up for whatever fight they had about last night. So after finally being able to clean your house peaceably you invited your dear friend over, and he accepted, which was a miracle since he's been so busy and absent lately you don't see him as much anymore.

—Where the fuck is that thing?— you couldn't help thinking outloud due to your frustation.

—What are you looking for?— Eddie sounds almost amused by your present state.

—The dam remote! I seriously don't understand how my sorry excuse of a stepdad leaves the tv on and with that crap channel all the dam time!—

Edward found the control remote before you and turned the tv off

—Thank you!— you exclaim relieved and end with a deep sigh.

—Why do you hate it so much, darling?—

He was getting more and more confident with the pet names, and of course you're not complaining .

—Are you kidding? The oh so goodie goodie Gotham mayor and politicians talking crap and lies all the dam time and selling them like truths, and the worst part is that people actually believe their bs, like for example my pathetic and sorry excuse of a living being that is my stepdad!—

—How...how do you know all they talk are lies? Do you know the truths behind those?— he asks, his tonw suddenly serious and difficukt to decipher the emotions and hints of thought behind them.

—Well...It's obvious, how many journalists have been disappeared or threatened with their and their families life and safety? How many tv shows and channels and entire newspapers, and comedians have been suddenly canceled and just gone for telling the truth? Why do so many news channels present scandals and "news" of the entertainment world are shown instead of the real crisis and the truly worrying things happening around the globe and even our own cities? Just to cover up that they're criminals themselves and that they protect and are of service to other criminals! Jesus! They're the guys that Batman should be taking care off the most!— there was obvious anger in your voice, not being able to hold these strong opinions any longer just made you explode, you were always forced to keep your mouth shut toward this topic since you knew it's problematic to not do so, specially surrounded by people who believed the lies media gave.

He stood next to you and looked down, staring at your face as if analyizing it, something you've become used to by now.

—Do you sometimes feel like if there was something you could do about it?— he was serious, but also maskong whatever other feelings or hints of thought there were behind his question.

—Well yeah...I mean I wish I could do something, but I have family and people I care about, and, surprisingly, I do wanna keep living and with no problems—

His hand went towards your face to stoke your cheek softly while studying your eyes, like if searching the most minimal lie in these, but he didn't find any. Your heart beat rising and your face blushing as concequence of his most recent actions.

—There is always a way to get things done, dear—

—What do you mean?—

—Exactly what I just said...—

His hand left your face and then he proceded to stare at the window, like if nothing had happened

«WHAT THE HELL DUDE?! First he does that little stunt on me and he says that weird shit and then he acts this way! And he didn't even kiss me nor did he at least explain what he really meant?! The fuck!» you thought again frustrated, it's impossible to express how much you've longed for his sweet lips for various things.

—Hey your mom needs you to go to the store— he said simply as he passed you your phone after it recieving a note.

—Huh? What?— you say as if coming back to Earth from your thoughts. —Oh...okay, I'll go now, it'll be quick, if you want you can stay here, I won't be long!— you say checking your phone and standing up.

—Sure, I'll stay—

You give him a quick kiss on his cheek for the first time after the other one you gave him in his flat, and left.

Edward's POV

As soon as your frame walked past the door, he started to roam around your place, even after all these months of knowing you, it's his first time here. He always imagined this place as an absolute mess, even worse than his in the flat next to yours, but just because of your parents, and it kinda was, but you did a very good job cleaning it. As you should like a good girl.

Once he located your room, which wasn't that difficult, he let himself in without thinking twice. It was a bit messy not even your bed was made, but it wasn't that bad, he touched some of the things while looking, and leaving then in the exact position as they were before. He finally layed on your bed, stomach down, as he smelled your pillows and moaning at your scent, no fragances nor perfumes, just your smell and your shampoo's. He inhaled as much as he could of it, like a drug, and it was for him. He sighed while calling out your name in a whisper, feeling a slight uncomfort within his pants, like if they were tighter, his breathing became uneasy and his mind was suddenly being attacked by those fantasies he had every night after a long day. He couldn't think straight anymore, he just acted, quickly going through your dirty clothes and finding a pair of your panties, and bringing it to his face, inhaling deeply again, as he stroked his clothed hard on, gaining another moan from him, laying now on his back but his head turned so he could never stop inhaling your scent from your pillows. He regreted not breaking into your room before wishing he hadn't been so busy with his life and the secret one.

The recent memory of you sitting on your couch while he stroke your cheek as you looked up to him, opening your eyes wide in surprise, and your slightly parted lips, judging by the natural movements of your chest your breathing was uneasy, it all repeated in his mind like if it was happening now. He unbuckels his belt and pants, freeing his deviously strained cock, spitting on his hand and putting the wet spot on the tip of his dick, letting his saliba slide slowly through his length. Fantasizing about how instead of turning around and looking through the window, he'd forced you to make him hard through his clothes with your hands, or by rubbing your cheeks and lips against him, to later then make you choke on his length, with tears running through your cheeks unitl they met your chin.

He really wanted to enjoy this time he had in your room with your things with your smell and escence, so he started teasing himself, slowly to the point it was painful and made him desperate, whimpering and panting pathetically, grunting once he allowed himself to fuck his fist properly.

So close to his high, with drops of precum mixed with his spit, moving his hips slowly, he heard steps coming from were the main door area and the sound of keys. Adrenaline and panic filled his veins making him stand up faster than he's ever done, hiding his hard on in his clothes and buckling his belt, accomodating your sheets and pillows as best as possible as how he more or less remembered they were before he did anything, then he ran quietly to the living room where you left him, putting your dirty panties on his jacket's pocket and pulled out his phone to pretend he was doing something normal.

You opened the door with a bit of the struggle, with all the things on your arms and battling with your keys —Hey man, I'm back!— you announced as if it wasn't obvious.

He went immediately to help you with the grocieries. —Wow...that really was fast!— he said trying to hide his persistent panic.

—Yup, I told you!— you say while closing and locking your door. —Hey, Ed, you okay?—

—Uh...sure, why do you ask?— he answers nervously, afraid that he was being more obvious than he thought.

—Well...you just look a bit spoked or something, you sure you're fine?— the concern in your voice was genuine.

—Yeah, it's just that I got a message from work that my most recent paperwork had an error, and I'll have to go in later to check it— he has always been good at giving believable excuses and lies, so this time wasn't an exception.

—Oh I see...so, do you have to go now or will I have you for a little more time?—

—It's better I go now, or else I'll come back home a lot later— he said with regret, as much as he would like to spend more time with you, he does have a lot to work on and hiding his little "accident" is becoming more difficult.

—Aw that's not fair! You barely got here!— you complain but not in a completely serious manner. You proceded to wrap your arms around his nape and gave him another kiss on his cheek. —You have a good day and I hope things turn out well for you, Eddie dear!—

—Yeah...thank you— he says with a small voice, struggling to look at your eyes, but slowly hugging you back and stopping once he realized this would be a horrible mistake, so his hands just held your waist. —I really have to go— his voice sounded like if he was choking, like if air was barely going through his lungs. Finally he just released you from his grasp, as you had to do the same since he was already moving towards the door to leave.

•••

«I really messed up this time right?...Did I go to far? No! How can that be, it's not the first time I've kissed or hugged him like this. But then, what was it? Maybe he just didn't like the combination...gosh I was so stupid! How could I ever even dare to something like that!! How could I be so impulsive? No, no, NO!! I cannot lose him! But how am I gonna fix this shitty mess I just created?!» you scold yourself, in regret. You feel a void in your chest, the worry the thought of you making him feel weird or uncomfortable is a weight you never thought you'd have. He was the only person that really cared for you, the only one that listened to you, you couldn't just allow yourself to just let him go for anything.

Later that day, after your mother arrived with her dearest, both of them finally happy for a change, you decided to wait outside, sitting on the edge of the stairwell, with your calves and feet hanging, making you remember this is how you first truly met Edward, this is how everything started, the day he saved you, redeemed you from your reality of pure misery, from the pits of hell you were stuck in like the angel he is.

You can't tell with certainty how long you waited, specially since you didn't dare to look at least once at your phone's clock in order to not help your anxiety increase even more. There aren't any windows on any of the hallways of the floors in your building, except for the first one, you could watch as the reddish orange light of the setting sun disappear slowly on the bottom of the staircase for then to be replaced by the artificial and depressing white light that did it's best to accomplish the purpose of the sun. Your surroundings were peaceful enough that you could've fallen asleep if it weren't for your persisting fear and anticipation.

A shadow darkens as much as it can the floor, the 1st floor, it moves towards the stairs until the figure that creates it is visible, tall, brown hair, blue jacket, with just these characteristics you are able to recognize who it is. Your heart skips a beat at the realization and acceptance that indeed, he really is here and you just stand up, your body just reacting at the adrenaline your emotional state is helping to produce. «What the hell am I supposed to do know?!» this is the only thought going throug your mind, and it repeats itself in panic over and over as you pace without direction like a headless chicken, not deciding if to stay, sit again, get inside your flat or wait at his door. His footsteps sound closer than they really are, so they force you to make a decision and you end up locking yourself in your apartment as silent and stealthy as you possibly can, allowing yourself to breathe only until you heard him get inside his home, which made you feel impressed about how long you were able to hold your breath, specially since time felt like if it went ten times slower. «Oh great! What now?! What's the next plan of your wonderful and brilliant plan, huh genius?!» oh yeah, your old friend Anxiety was screaming at you again using the voice of your conscience.

Exactly thirty minutes later you gained a fifth part of the courage you needed for what is necessary to do. «Come on girl, what else do you got to lose, huh? Just go on and knock it ain't gonna kill you, it might as well even help and make things better with Eddie! You know the guy can be patient and understanding, if you explain he might actually forgive your stupidity!» those are the most positive words you've told yourself all day, and it kind of helped you give those three quick consecutive knocks at his door. Not even a minute passed when that same door was opened, being greeted by Edward's face, with a happy smile and even happier eyes, you couldn't help but think to yourself how cute and adorable he looked like that.

—Hi Eddie, can I come in? There's something I wanna talk about with you— you ask almost in a whisper.

—Sure! I also want to talk with you— he answers with a hint of excitment in his voice, moving over and behind his door as he opens it more letting you inside his apartment, and closing the door behind you.

—Oh...what do you want to talk about?—

—I'll tell you after you tell me what you want to discuss first!—

—Oh no, please you go first—

—You know I'm never going to say a thing unless you go first— he was more than serious, not to mention he has proven his words before.

—Okay okay fine! It's just that...look, I just wanted to apologize— you words came out shaking, almost whispered. Feeling your heart in your throat, you look like a scared dog avoiding it's owners stare after they messed up the living room and destroyed the sofa.

—What for, darling?—

—For earlier, I made you uncomfortable by just, y'know, touching and hugging you like I did earlier before you left...I'm sorry, I really am—

—What? Why would you think that?— you could say he even sounded offended by that

—Well...you seemed so nervous and acted so weird I thought you were mad at me— tears threatening to escape your eyes.

—Oh that...well then I'm sorry for leaving you with those ideas, I was just in a hurry, but I wasn't mad at you— he says with a little smile, his stare made you think he was remembering or imagining something. He got closer to you and lifted your chin softly with his thumb and index. —Now come with me, I got something to show you.— he continues with a little smile, that smirk that even though he had a hard time admiting it, he knows you like so much.

Without even waiting for your answer he took your wrist with his hand and almost dragged you outside, you asked where were you going but he just gave you a confident wink, something he did for the first time. Now that you recall, he's never been this "cocky" before, at least not with you, it feels as if he was showing another part of him, something unkown he locks within just for himself. As you walked beside him he had his head up and his back straightened up, another first. These constant surprises, adding with the anticipation and growimg curiosity of where he was taking you just removed the inmense sadness and anguish you provoked yourself all day long, making yoy realize just how important and special he really is, how the moment he started talking to you, everything just went better, he really was a home to you, your heaven.

During the walk, your wrist was never released from his gentle but firm wrip.

«The fuck are we doing around the Iceberg Lounge? He a party boy or something? Nah I mean look at the guy!! Well...to be fair he's been full of surprises lately» you monologued in your head, confused as you recognized the area and it's little fame. But instead you went into this not so known building, unknown enough that you didn't ever bothered to know it's name nor what it's purpose was. It was a rather tacky place, yet better than going into the Iceberg Lounge.

After going up the million stairs since the elevator seemed and sounded too crappy to be considered safe to be in, you found yourselves walking down an aisle, but your mind started to wonder, since this seemed like it was an aparment building or at least a very shitty hotel, which were common in certain areas, but the one idea that came into your mind and started to worry you was that maybe he was going to introduce you to someone, what else could it be?

—We're here— he said in a very difficult to decipher tone, he seemed nervous, even slightly regretful, but at the same happy and anxious in a good way. He called your name in a sweet and soft voice, he wanted to say so many things, but none managed to come out of his lips, not even as whispers. Embarrassed by this he just scoffed a little —Nevermind— and proceded to open the door, the last one in the corridor, letting you go inside first. There were just dim lights in the room, like lamps, but they were bright enough to allow you to see the whole room, to that the city lights that came from the street illuminating the room as well through the windows.

The more you walk inside the more worried and distressed you get, it looked similar to John Doe's room in that movie Se7en, just smaller and with the lack of religious figures, and that was basically about it. In all the madness this place was something in particular caught your attention, a wall with a desk against it, the wall filled with pictures and newspaper clips and titles from front pages, a lot of famous faces but with a title writen by hand stood out "THE TRUTH ABOUT GOTHAM". You felt your heart in your throat, a pit in your stomach with worry and your instinct telling you to get out of there as you looked closely how the peoples eyes were crossed from every picture, and how the smell and disaster of the room was just repulsive but bereable. The hints of dirt and bleach in the air made you feel sick. You felt so scared that you just turned around and aimed to the door expecting to get out, run out of there but instead Edward caught you the moment your whole body made that 180° turn, hugging you from your waist with your arms trapped as well.

—Where do you think you're going little dove?— it was that same sweet voice and tone he used to call your name a minute ago, but this time it didn't make you blush nor feel buterflies in your stomach, no, this time it made you panic, the fear making every limb in your body tingle with the adrenaline it needed to run as fast as humanly possible for kilometers and not get tired no matter in what physical condition, unfortunately you entered in a state of tonic immobilty, you could barely find yourself talking

—What's all this?— your voice barely coming out

—I cracked the code darling, I did find a way of giving all of those people what they deserve without anything bad happening to the one love— he replies finishing with a little giggle, that sound he made that you would've loved and provoked in other circumstances.

—What have you done?—

—Oh nothing yet, but we are going to do huge things that will change many important things in Gotham—

—What things?— you whispered, a tear running down your cheek

—Oh don't be scared my dear, we will only be unmasking the truth and let the people of Gotham see it all, make them see what really happens here— he answers in the most calming tone, licking thentear that had already found it's way on your chin, about to fall. —You did say you would do something as long as it didn't get yourself nor your family or loved ones hurt, right?—

—I did—

—Then there you go! You can do something, be the very change the city needs. Imagine it! The two of us working my plan out, the only and necessary plan to make things better, to really make a change— the passion and enthusiasm flooding his senses so much that his voice was the worst in hiding it, not that he had intended to do so anyways. —My sweetest, my love, please, I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't love you the way I do, please join me, be part of this with me— his hold only becomes tighter. His eyes express it all, his madness, his sickness, his delusion as well as his obsession, admiration and his twisted form of love towards you.

—Oh Eddie I-...I would love to, but I don't think I could be capable of doing things as well as you do, and...and— you trip over your own words, finding it difficult to even chose which ones to use, you love him so much, but this seems very dangerous, and his obsession terrifies you so.

—No, no my darling, you are exactly who I need, you are smart and intelligent, creative, ingenious, and you have so much potential waiting to be set free, to have a mission. Please, do this with me, I wouldn't ask you if I didn't deemed you capable—

You really don't want you, but you are in the position were you don't see that denying him is a good possibility, or one at all, you love him and are scared to be left behind by someone as important as him, he crawled into your heart and earned your appreciation, respect and love like no one else has, he showed you that you are worthy of affection and attention, that you deserve honesty and so many marvelous things from people. And right now he's proving you exactly the contrary from what your insecurities made you belive, he does love you, and so much that he's even showing you this side of him, what he managed to hide from everyone.

—Fine...I will, I'll do it, just for you Eddie— you say giving in and against your gut and logical thinking, you felt as if you just betrayed yourself.

He couldn't help himself and just kissed you without any warning that he'd do so, taking you by surprise, it was sloppy and you could feel his nervousness by the way he kissed, no matter your fear you still managed to reciprocrate it, after all is what you have wanted for a while, and still desire, right?

As the time passed everything seemed normal, even in the abnormal situation you are stuck in, you did fairly easy things, you sometimes had to check out the window and look for certain people and write down the patterns you found in what they usually did, if they stayed for long and how much time they spent, if they were stoned or drunk or both, if they called a cab or drove, who they were accompanied by, eventually after Edward figuerd where they lived it was up to you to search for the building plans of their houses, which by the way, were almost impossible to find to the point you both had to search for them. You also passed his code/alphabet to a digital format so they could be printed. But something just felt wrong when he started buying rats and cages, and he started crafting weird boxes conected by plastic tubes, making them so they could fit into a manikin of his, but specially when you helped him make this sort of weird metal collar that seemed more like a cage to hold something within. It gave you chills from just imagining what they were most likely for. Whenever you asked what their purpose was, he just gave a quick giggle followed by a —You'll see my little dove, just wait and you'll see—, this of course only scared you more.

You cannot deny yourself that even though it still terrifies you the fact that you don't know much about the whole plan he has nor what he's capable of doing, you have been happy enough, specially when you are together in his other place, crafting whatever he wants to make, since it also makes him so happy and loves watching you work.

Yes it was all nice and loving usually, but things started to be more and more obvious of what he was truly planning and it was a constant fight between what your brain was telling you was going on and your heart crying out that he just couldn't be that type of person, your theory was just too much to bear, but you had enough with the uncertanties, you needed real proof instead of just hypothesis, so one night, as you were leaving, closing the windows you decided to leave the one next to the fire escape unlocked and lied to Edward's face that you did close everything right. And went back to your respective flats, after all Eddie did have work later. Meanwhile you had to do some chores but much later, after all you mother believes that you go out so night to work at a convenience store far from home, so you don't really have to go to work at least yet.

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Later that day, late in the afternoon, once you finished everything in your task list you went back to your "HQ", going up through the fire escape staircase and entering through the window you left unlocked earlier, he has the only set of keys so this was necessary.

You go towards his desk and open one of his diaries the one he was using currently, something you had strictly forbidden, he never even let you touch them, and since you know how he would notice if you touched anything, you made sure that the little notebook didn't move a single millimeter in any direction, and you didn't touch it directly with yiur hands you used the tweezers you work with when you help him and you cover your other hand with the hem of your shirt so you can make presure and it doesn't move while opening it. Looking through it without really reading it, until you found a particular page with drawings of a face with a box on it, or faces with tubes all around it, some "intructions" written over and over again to the point some words piled up against others, but you did read them, it explained how the rats are supposed to be inside the tubes while the person is wearing that thing. And as you advanced in his little diary you only confirmed the theories you had, but not only that, you saw that his plan was far beyond more horrible what you could imagine a human being capable of doing to someone else, this is the masterpiece of a monster, a real and extremely dangerous threat to everyone.

—How could I be so stupid?— you say in a soft sob. You were destroyed, you've been helping someone become one of the biggest murderers ever, you were helping him plan and commit terrorism in the future. You really should have listened to your gut for the first time and let the obvious clues he left give you the answer before really getting into trouble.

—Indeed my darling, how could you be so stupid? Doing exactly the one thing you are not allowed to do— a deep voice came from behind you, a muffeled but close voice.

You scream once the voice's owner is in your sight when you turn around, your legs become weak and can barely keep you standing. It was a man multiple green jackets on, black pants and boots, but what made him scarier was that green military mask against extrene cold but those familiar glasses on top of it, and white question mark painted on the jacket.

—Eddie?—

—Oh little dove, please do explain what were you doing— his voice only gets more intimidating by how he modifies it naturally.

—N-no! You explain!— you were already keen to play tough in situations were you are scared the most as you have proven yourself previously with your steo fathee, so this isn't an exception and it might save you from him if you keep him taking about something else.

He only tilts his head slightly as if wondering what you're talking about.

—Yes you explain why you have been using me so you can play terrorist, huh! Why you lied about spreading justice to Gotham and showing it's true colors to the people and expose the rich fuckers! When this is clearly more than all of that! You could've just told me you wanted revenge for whatever reason you might have with them, because this ain't justice from knowhere! Don't you bullshit me!— your voice breaking, trying your best not to scream at him, though your tone was challenging and firm enough.

—What are you talking about?— anger rises in him, and the breathing through his mask becomes more agitated and heavy.

—Oh what am I talking about? Oh let me catch you up in your own crap! You wanting to flood Gotham by bombing it, blowing the head off of the DA if he doesn't answer your riddles on time while live streaming, letting the comisioner get his face eaten by your fucking rats, killing the mayor with the final piece for you adored Batman to use it to discover what we carved on the floor beneath the carpet! Killing Bruce Wayne for something his father did, not him, his father! Are you joking?! Where the hell is justice in there, yeah maybe killing Falcone might be it, and a big maybe, but the rest is terrorism that's just plain obvious!— panic was making your mouth move faster than your brain, something that never ended well, but you couldn't help it, right now you're doing everything to avoid the fact that you were lurking into his diaries without his consent, but also, you need to confront him about this, what he did and is planning to do is much worse than what you did.

—What is wrong with you? How is it that you became so blind?— he sounds almost heart broken

—I don't think I'm the blind here! You wanna play terrorist and be the big man when we both know that deep inside you are just a scared little child in the body of a man pretending to be a hero instead of putting his shit together, go to therapy and make himself a nice and happy normal life or something!— you are screaming now but lauging at the same time as you speak, laughing to avoud crying, but he doesn't percive it as such.

Not a second passes after you finish pronouncing that last word when he slaps you across the face so hard that you even lost your balance, taking advantage of this he pushes you with such force that your body lies flat on the floor, back against it. It all happened so quickly that you weren't able to process it, it felt like even though it was all very obvious you didn't have a clue of what was happening. Before you know it he's straddling you, sitting on your hips, his hands surrounding your throat and squeezing it tight, choking you, you fight and kick and try to scratch him or at least hurt him but it was all useless.

—I saved you, I gave you a better life, I gave you everything, and this is what I get from you? Ungrateful little slut, you owe me your life and your devotion!—

Eventually you stop fighting, you pass out due to the lack of oxygen but it doesn't kill you.

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Something wakes you up, a cold and chilling breeze against your skin and a white light pointing directly at your face, you moan weakly for the light is too bright and it hurts your eyes.

—Wake up darling, it's very late already sleepyhead!— a soft voice speaks with a loving tone.

—What?— you mumble in response, a pain in your neck and face make presence, reminding you of what happened before you blacked out. But it makes no sense, that pain, but that sweet voice you recognize so well, was it all just a bad dream?.

You try to move your arms but you can't much, as if something was holding your wrists together, something that was also pulling the little hairs of your skin. This made you open your eyes finally, only to look at yourself lying on the cold floor, your wrists tied together with gray duct tape in front of your half naked body, resting on your bare abdomen. When you lift your face to look at him, he's still dressed like before when he caught you, the fear his little outfit provoked in you woke you up fully.

You tried getting away from him, but you found out how your ankles were also tied up but not together, in fact they were separated from each other and attatched to the floor but by the angle you're in you can't really know with what.

—Now where do you think you're going? Well...nowhere really— he says mockingly between giggles as he caresses your head softly with his gloved hand.

—What do you want from me you monster?— you scream sobbing, tears running down your cheeks.

—Nothing, however I do want to give you something. An opportunity—

—For what?—

—For you to repent for your actions and mindless words from earlier today—

—No! You betrayed, manipulated and lied to me!—

—I'm giving you a chance, no one ever gave me a chance, it would be such a shame if you had to learn your lesson the hard way— he says almost amused. His hand now makes way through your shoulders and your chest, groping your breasts and squeezing them without being too rough.

—Get your filthy hands off of me!—

—No! You don't give orders here! You have to be corrected after what you did! I will make you regret talikg to me like that, you are only receiving what you deserve— he screams at you while his fingers manage to pinch one of your nipples through your bra.

You try to shove his hands off with your forearm but the only thing you win from your struggle is another slap from him. He's quick and puts your tied wrists right on top of your head and against the floor, dragging the stool where he usually sits when he's working on his desk and positions one of it's legs in the space inside your arms, finally he puts one of the boxes filled with heavy material on the stool making it impossible to escape.

—Everything was going perfectly, exactly how it was supposed to, why did you have to ruin things?— he sounds heartbroken again, betrayed even. —You are making me do all this, just look at you, all I needed so you could stay put, putting up a fight like if you were strong and tough, and for a moment I almost believed it, but I know you women are all the same, when in reality you will just let your slutty self be, won't you?—

—No! Just let me go! You don't know what you're doing and there's no reason at all for you to do this so stop it!— you say almost begging.

—Oh but I do! And yes, there is a reason for all this, you see...apparently you don't know your place and you don't know how to follow simple rules, so I am going to correct it, make you learn these things so well that you will never want to commit those mistakes again, it's all for your good, darling— he explains simply, and though it's not visible, his smile can be heard forming within his mask. Both of his hands run through your torso, caressing and enjoying everything he can touch. —Stop squirming, you're only making things harder for yourself— he scolds though he can't deny that the sight of you still trying to fight, squirming, is enjoyable, it makes him want to force you so succumb to him, to have complete power over you once again, but this time he won't lose it. The more you beg him to stop and how you try to negociate with him and give false promises is so pathetic that it only arouses him, specially since he has fantasized about this type of scenario with you multiple times and every single time he has fucked his fist to the thought while smelling the underwear he stole from your bedroom.

Two of his fingers rub against your clothed cunt making slightly more pressure in the area where your clit is and the whimper it provokes from you is better than anything he had ever imagined.

—No please stop it! I'm so sorry for all the trouble I did and all the things I said, I really am so sorry, please forgive me!— you beg in a soft sob, trying to put aside the sensations your body is feeling.

—Oh you are sorry? After all of that fight now you say sorry? I don't think you mean it darling, you are too late— he makes aside the part of your panties covering your slit and slides a finger along your pussy, you are just wet enough to make it easy for him. His stare is centered just in your privates, paying close attention to what he sees and what he does and how he does it.

He knows where to touch, but he is sloppy with his movements, making circles around your clit and touching it a few times on accident, unfortunately for you, those little accidents made you wail with pleasure, feeling guitly on how your body betrayed you.

He likes it when you mewl due to the pelasure he gives you, he loves even more how you try so hard to not make them, maybe for his own pleasure he could force more of those beautiful sounds out of you, so he ends up giving your body what it feels it needs, he moves his gloved finger up and down through your cunt rubbing your clit directly, variating on the speed every now and then, and just when he notives how your thighs tense and your toes curl he stops. The moan of disappointment you try to contain is bloss to his ears.

—Look at you, you really are such a pathetic little slut! But here the best part is...that you're mine, my own slut.— his laughs only embarrass you more, your humilliation increasing to the sincere disappointment you felt when he stopped.

—Now say it...say what you are—

—No...— you reply weakly

—No?— there is anger in his voice, he thought you were finally getting somewhere. He slaps your clit with three of his fingers, it wasn't a hard slap since he didn't want to really hurt you but it certaintly sounded like it. —Are you sure?— he says a bit satisfied by the groan you let out.

—I said no!—

He slaps your clit enough times until you stop trying to contain your moans, until you can't control them anymore. He stops only to slide two of his fingers inside you, hurting you in the process and if it weren't because of how wet you are, it would've been even more painful. His fingertips touching and pushing your cervix lightly once his fingers were completely inside you. He doesn't want to hurt you really, on the contrary, he wants you to feel good against your will, so instead of pulling them out, he curls them inside you until he finds that sweet spot of yours. He's still sloppy but he's also a fast learner, making him miss a couple of times, but making your body feel incredible, and making you, your conscious self feel worse but more willing to do and say anything for him to stop this torture.

—Please! I'm sorry I really am, please forgive me, please stop! I am your pathetic little slut! There I said it now please leave me alone!—

—Hmmm I'm not so convinced...— he says in a little giggle.

—I am a pathetic little slut just for you because I'm yours and...and I'm so sorry I said all those horrible things and spied on you! I am very sorry and I regret it! Please! I promise to be good! Please Eddie! Please!— you beg almost screaming yet finding it hard to form the words in your mouth and pronounce them correctly. But instead of stopping he only increased the speed at which his fingers moved, hitting your sweet spot, forcing you to repeat your "speach" but a bit different or with other words each time, but he continued until you came undone, arching your back and your thighs almost cramping for how intense the orgasm is, groaning a little —Please— as you squirted accidentally his hand. You were so lost in your sadness and emotional pain, and the pleasure that you couldn't control it nor did you know it would happen.

You try to catch your breath as your body relaxes, his fingers finally pulling away, your eyes shut tight like if it would make the world disappear. He looks at his glove fascinated and surprised, he didn't expect you to squirt, but he couldn't be happier about it. His hard on is hurting him now, he desperately needs to relieve himself, but not now, not when he's not done with you yet.

After really figuring it out, he gave you one orgasm after another in multiple ways, just fascinated by the way your body reacted to different stimulus, it was almost like if he was experimenting with you, until you really couldn't anymore, until your body was shivering, until you softly whispered asking him to stop and your eyes closed, passing out. He panicked for a moment until he confirmed you were still alive, he just didn't know that could happen.

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You are waken up by a light again, but this time it's the soft light of dawn shining through all the room yet not hitting you directly. It's not your room nor Edward's "HQ", it's his appartment, his room. The memories of everything that happened to you attack your mind and wake you up completely, feeling the adrenaline run through your veins, sitting up in the bed in alert and your breathing shaky and irregular but heavy.

—Woah! What's wrong?— he asks amused

You immediately turn your head to search where he's at and you find him standing near the corner of the bed. The memories of yesterday advice you to stay still and not say a word, your eyes start crying but your face stays expressionless, and your heart racing faster when he walks around the bed until he's on your side right next to you and his index and thumb caress your chin and lift your face softly.

—What's wrong? Why do you cry darling?— he continues with a little grin on his face. —Please tell me—

—I...I remember what you did to me...I remember it all— your voice is raspy from all the screaming you did yesterday, making it hurtful to speak.

—Good! You'll need to remember it in case you plan on commiting certain mistakes again, but...it seems like you did learn your lesson, didn't you, darling?— he hisses the pet name menacingly.

—I did...— you whisper in order to keeo your voice from more damage. —I accepted your punishment...but you still need to explain why you're going to murder those people— the moment you say it you regret it but you don't back down.

He sighs and seats in front of you, taking your hands and resting them on his palms.

He spent a really long while explaining things to you, repeating himself over and over again but telling things in such way that they made sense after repeating them long enough, he also explained how much they all damaged him and how, everything they've done and how much they poison Gotham with their mere existance, that there is no other way for these people to learn and act otherwise, the only way to take their power away is by killing them and getting rid of everything from the roots, like a poisonous plant that becomes a plague and invasive species that kills other plants, trees, and animals. Work by word, and every point he proved, the more he managed to convince you until you were sure that his way was THE way to get things done. He was willing to truly change the city, to do what Batman doesn't dare to do, the reason why he's failed so far in making a difference.

He did it, he changed your point of view on things, your morals, he changed you.

It was mid october, soon the plan you've been working on will be taken into action, everything was already prepared and finished, four hands work faster than just two. But your part in this is over, he made it clear he didn't want you to get involved in the crime scenes nor anything thst gets public, and he wants nothing to link you to him nor his Riddler persona. It wasn't safe and it would take so many things from you, you still have a whole future ahead of you, an opportunity, a chance in life, something that was ripped away from him, something that he will not take from you. All the times the topic came up you ended up saddened by the thought of him locked up in Blackgate, or well...most likely in Arkham Asylum, scared by what might happen to him or what inmates or patients could do to him, but he always asured you he'd be fine, and joked how you could at least give him a visit once a week, to which you agreed seriously every time.

As the days pass, the more time you spend with him to the point you even wait for him near where he works once he's done, and the more and more excuses you tell your mother so she believes you're doing something productive and allows you to go out without curfews nor problems.

In these weeks you finally have normal dates with him, it was almost like if you were a normal couple instead of lovers partners in crime. Such sweet moments you shared that they almost made you forget how what he did to you months ago made you feel.

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It's October 30th, the last day he'd allow for you to see eachother, he didn't want to risk anything and all the evidence that you were ever in his Riddler HQ was finally erased completely.

It was already pretty late at night and you were about to go to sleep, he did want to rest earlier to make sure he'd be at his best for tomorrow. You were looking for a jacket of your you'd forgot days ago and finally remembered it even existed when you came across a coat of his, it had a black question mark painted on the same side as his Riddler jacket and almost as big.

—Hey Eddie what's this?— you ask as you get it out with it's hook still holding it.

—What? Oh...that!— he looked a bit scared and sounded nervous. —It's the first piece of clothing I personalized for my outfit. I completely forgot it was there, how could I?!— he answes panicked. —I should get rid of it—

—Or...I could wear it and be with you and help you! Except for when it's time for the give-yourself-in part of the plan!— you add expectant, hugging the coat tightly.

—Ha ha very funny— he replies sarcastically.

—I mean it could work. I'll use the same safety measures you'll use to avoid leaving evidence behind at the scene of the crime! Just think about it, please?—

He walks toward you until there's almost no space between your bodies, grabbing both sides of ypur face with his hands, lifting it slightly and staring into your eyes. —No...you already helped enough, you did everything I asked of you perfectly. This is the one thing I will do on my own, it's me the one who's really willing to take a life in cold blood, it's what they owe me, not you, remember that.—

—Alright I get it, you're right— you sigh in defeat. —But can I at least keep it? The police won't have a reason to even steo foot inside my apartment!—

—Sure, but of they do you throw it right away, understood?—

—Yes sir!— you say jokingly but you reach to give him a short kiss to reasure him that you would.

However you did have it all planned out, if the police ever found out about your relationship with him you both already predicted what you'd say and what to answer to all the possible questions they'd ask, Eddie even taught you how to cheat the polygraph test just in case, so yeah you were all good.

—Well can I see it on you?—

He scofs in response but does take his blue jacket to put the coat on anyways. It looked really good on him yet you could understand why he chose the second one, it wasn't scary enough nor that practical. He looks checks himself out without using a mirror and then looks at you waiting for an answer.

—Well it looks really good on you but y'know, it's not "Riddler" enough and it surely you don't look as comfortable as you do in your other outfit.—

He smiled at your comment and proceded to sit on the edge of the bed.

—However you still look very handsome in it—

He blushes and looks away, trying to hide the huge smile that forms in his face. «Is this the man that's going to commit such crimes? Is this who did that to me?» it's what you asked yourself, failing to give yourself an accurate answer.

You sit next to him and lie on your side, resting your head on his lap, sad that this isnmost likely to be the last time you can be like this with him, in a safe space and him having you all to himself.

He separates his legs to slide an arm under you and pick you up to carry your torso, his other arm surrounding your waist and supporting you as well.

—I will miss this...— he says sincerely.

—I will too...maybe so much it'll drive me crazy— you admit.

—I don't think so, you'll be alright darling—

—You don't know that, I was so alone without you and I've become used to you, you are part of me Eddie! Don't you see how much you mean to me?—

He's astonished by your words and doesn't find himself word for you.

—Just remember how imprtant you are to me...okay?—

He nods silently, hugs you tighter as of you were to disappear if he didn't, and kisses you like it was the last time he'd ever see you. You caress the back of his head, pulling him closee to you, tears forming in your eyes. He stops for a second and his mouth find your neck and start kissing there instead, tickling you.

—Hey! What are you doing?— you ask between giggles.

He remains silent, you feel how he starts sucking the skin of your neck, the slight pain makes you nervous and he can notice your uneseaness but it doesn't stop him, he keeps going and makes little stops only to go to another piece of your skin around the same area, he's definitely marking you.

As you started to feel aroused by this you also start to feel more nervous and even scared, the last time you felt like this around him was when he "corrected you", since then he didn't even try a thing. He knew how you'd feel if he did, but since today's your last day together he hopes you let him do it.

When he's "done" he stares at your face, your expression says it all. After this your mind shuts down somehow, you perceive everything that happens but you can't really move, it's like when he let you into his other place for the first time, how you wanted to run and escape him but you just couldn't no matter how hard you tried and barely being able to talk.

He smiles, pleased. He knows you're completely his and that there's nothing to stop him from what he'll do.

—Don't be scared my darling, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to have a good last moment with you, will you let me?— he asks while stroking your cheek.

You're fighting against yourself but those words put you in the position where you feel the need to push the memories he made in you and what it made you feel and the defense mechanisms he created thanks to what he did away and do everything to make you spill out the one word he wants to hear —Yes—.

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It all happened so slowly, the whole moment was like if you were never going to get out of it, all the sensations he provoked and the reactions your body had felt pleasurable, but scary at the same time, guilt taking away the emotional and mental pleasure from the act, even though now he was treating you with true and "romantic" passion and, we could even say, with love and affection, he was considerate and cared about your pleasure yet you just can't enjoy it completely.

It was early in the morning and the sun is comign up, you couldn't sleep all night and watched the sun come up, your mind blank but repeating one of your favourite songs over and over again until you heard him wake up. You look at him and still don't believe what happened last night, you feel it's all on you after all he was so nice and caring with you. You turn to hug him from behind and kiss the back of his neck, asking for his forgiveness in your head.

After he woke up completely which didn't takenlong, you had a little breakfast and pretended to be happier than ever, and as if you didn't feel uncomfortable on your own skin. You did enjoy these very last moments with him but contrary to last night it all passed so quickly and before you knew it you were both in the hall, near the stairwell were you first met, giving each other one last and truly beautiful kiss

—You say hi to Batman for me, okay?— you say with a little smile.

—Sure thing!— he smiles back, it was that smile that made you fall in love with him time ago, genuine and almost like a little kids.

—Good luck and you give them what they deserve, okay?—

—Of course...but you do come and visit me!—

—You know I will...you know I will always go back to you—

#edward nygma #the riddler #paul dano riddler #riddler fanfic #riddler x reader #riddler x you #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton x you #dark fic #edward nashton

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 6 months

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hihihi could i get a demon slayer matchupppppo, i go by she/her btw:))))))))

I have reddish brown wavy thick hair and brown eyes i usually leave my hair down but i sometimes put it in braids or pigtails , im 5'1, and have a pear body type im a female and bisexual (male preference)

My hobbies are likeee, working out, playing electric guitar, kickboxing, buying dumb shit that i dont need, baking(especially for loved ones)and i have a few other hobbies

For my personality im an istp and an aquarius if those count for anything, its hard for me to describe my own personality but some people dont get my sense of humor often and i come off as mean. Another thing that makes me come off as rude or mean is my social anxiety in public so i dont say much and i have a resting bitch face not even on purpose. I dont consider myself mean, like i genuinely love making people happy and helping them with things but my social anxiety holds me back on trying to help people and complimenting them .I only have a small group of friends that i talk to but i love them so much. I can be antisocial sometimes because being social all the time drains me, . Though when im with my friends and im really energetic, impulsive, dramatic, opinionated, sarcastic and a little annoying and talk a lot n i always wanna do things+a risk taker i get myself in trouble a lot. I hate it when i go over to peoples houses and they js sit on their phone like wtf did i even come here for ??

Some things i love are animals,doing new things, flowers, nature, horror, the color pink, anything pretty really, motorcycles, pinterest, music(especially metal or rock), incense, smoothie bowls, my friends, plushies, dressing up, halloween,long walks and a lot of other thingsssssss

Some stuff i hate are cheaters, home wreckers, talking to new people, feeling nauseous from panic attacks, fatigue, and wasps.

People tend to see me as less emotional which is true sometimes but when i love i really love hard and i dont get with just anyone and it takes me a while to fall for someone and people don't expect it from me, im so different and emotional when i love somebody and i usually just end up being manipulated, and i dont give up on people easily i try my hardest to empathize with them and work it out.

Another toxic thing is i can be overprotective and possessive in relationships a bit😭

i love love gift giving and physical touch both giving and receiving and i like making my partner handmade gifts that take a lot of effort to show i care though i also like spending money on them

I find it cute when the person im with gets overly jealous but i would never purposely wanna make them feel that way, i know how it feels and they don't deserve that. I hate it when people make me jealous on purpose because they "like it". i love being pampered but ill never ask for it

the littlest thing a person i love would do for me makes me so happyyyyyyyy

(im sorry how fucking long this is whenever i start typing things i cant stop)

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchup!

In Demon Slayer, I match you with...

Tanjiro is the best person for you to be around with your social anxiety. He’s a nice calm person and knows how to make people feel at ease.

Very good with physical touch as well. He’ll happily give you as many hugs as you want. I see Tanjiro as someone who likes physical affection as well so it’s a win-win for him.

Will get rid of wasps for you. He travels in nature a lot so he’s used to getting rid of bugs and assorted insects and feels that it’s the least he can do for you.

Please work out with him. Tanjiro’s shockingly strong and will always encourage you to do your best so you’ll get a good workout.

No need to worry about Tanjiro betraying your trust by doing anything like cheating. The thought has never even crossed his mind. He loves with his whole heart and would rather fight every demon at once than purposefully hurt those he cares about.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro kamado

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decompose1 · 1 year

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Hi there petra! Im sorry if im sounding weird rn or smth i know we haven't interacted that much at all aside from that object show analysis server and ig i can say i had been admiring you from afar but i cant stop but being amazed with the work you have done specially when it comes to analyzing taco and microphone

Im somebody who is heavily invested into taco's character and her relationship with mic and your analysis and points of view gives me a better description of them and their relationship and it helped me a lot to understand it better

Which is also why i want to share you my thoughts abt her since i think you are one of the people who would hear me out

And is that,,,i just love this british woman alright? And i love telling people how SCREWED her mental health is because of the game, she is literally alone atm she has anybody she cant rely on, th3 only thing she can rely on right now is inanimate insanity because at the end of the day that show is the only thing she feels she has left on her miserable life which worsens her mental stability, she needs somebody to help her, somebody she can rely on, somebody who lends her a hand, somebody who loved and cared for her like mic did, somebody who can direct her to the right track

Because she is lost and disoriented in this world, and the only thing she can do is stick to her plan, because after all what else can she do? What else can she do after she lost the only person who took the time to actually understand her and didn't got inmediatly pushed away for her real self? And the only thing she feels she can do? Continue, continue with her plan,she cant do nothing more, because she already lost it all

Mic leaving her HURTED her and im 100% more than pickle, because mic understood her, mic cared for her, mic didn't inmediatly got pushed away by her true self, mic trusted her and had faith for her

And that's what hurts her the most, that the only one you could possibly rely on its now gone just like the rest of people around you

She is hurt and miserable again, but i feel the fact that mic leave was needed for her character to start growing, like you say millions of times she'll probably so one final mistake before breaking down but i feel mic leaving her was the first step for her to atleast for a second realizing how much she screwed things up

Taco is not only hurting the ones she cares for she is hurting herself as well in the process

And i think that's one of the most tragic things of her character, the isolation, the despair, the guilt, the regret

This girl desperatly NEEDS help,she NEEDS somebody to put her on her place, she NEEDS somebody who she can rely on and that puts her on an actual good track

She needs somebody to call her out and show her how much she is not only hurting the ones she loves but also how MUCH she is hurting herself

Taco is badly damaging herself and badly and she needs somebody to make her see that, she is blind, she is lonely, she just needs somebody to lend her a hand

And make her see

All the crap that she had done

And how much the entire show is affecting her

And depsite all of the things i say i just CANT hate her, this girl is going through already many guilt for me to put more weights on her shoulders and despite all what she did i really want her to get the happy endibg she secretly awaits for.

[Side note:its so funny to me how microphone is like my highest ii kin and how much im invested into taco's character and how i cant hate her and i actually took my time to understand her just like mic did, this woman deserves a break and many hugs and im willing to give her that sbebeeh i just hope mic and taco can make the amends maybe taco getting her redemption arc apologizing to mic AND pickle, spending some time at the hotel, mic and her becoming friends again, and after that catching feelings for eachpther and everyone happy DJDHDH but srs tysm for making me understand even more taco and mic relationship i hope both sides of your pillow are cold tonight :] bye bye for now! Hope we can talk more abt mic and taco and their relstionship sometime soon and i hope you have a great day/afternoon/night goodbye again and see you later!]

oh i'm so sorry it took me a moment to get to this! what a delightful ask to get as i was coming back from the con!!

I think this is a really apt read of her, for sure! I absolutely agree she needs that sort of influence/reinforcement in her life right now. I think she's burning a lot of bridges in a sort of wild, desperate attempt to make it so this wasn't for nothing- she wants the prize, because i think, at this point, she worries that if she doesn't get it, she will have hurt all these people for no reason. She lost Pickle and Mic for no reason. And i think that's something really scary for her, this loss of control and the idea that she really DOESN'T know what she's doing and it WASN'T worth it.

Taco is a very complex character, and i adore her dearly. She's definitely one of my all-time favorite characters, so i'm super glad to hear you like my read of her!!!! :']

sidenote: you never have to apologize for sending me character analysis rambles! i always enjoy it :D

#character analysis #long post #inanimate insanity #ii taco

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thebroccolination · 1 year

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Keyyyyyyyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭 my entire personality consists of 2 things and one of them is Between Us, my heart has such a huge hole with it ended. Im gonna have to write so much fic. Im so glad this show delivered as good as it did. Very few shows that i have watch recently have been so consistently 'just as good or better than i was expecting'

It just did such a good job giving us drama and angst throughout without making it overwhelming or unrealistic. Plus having all those big feels made the happy ending feel like a relief and gratefulness that they deserved that, instead of feeling cheesy and cliche.

This episode had everything:

The start of the healing process

A marriage proposal

Win once again seizing the earliest possible opportunity to remind Team that "ur boyfriend is rich rich"

View being adorable

Waan: "Tul thats too much kissing"

Also Waan, less than a second later: "too much clothes actually is what i meant"

Win.exe has crashed, please reboot

Dean.exe has crashed, please reboot

Win is just so in love that he cant not bring up that Team is his boyfriend to save his life

Team is so in love that he tolerates it

Manaow finally gets what she so rightly deserves. I fall more in love with Sammy

Pruek is already creating fangroups for her on socials. He wants to make sure hes in charge of all of them. His bios on socials all include "Manaow's #1 fan"

Foreheads together 😍😍 sniff kisses 😍😍 cheek kisses 😍😍 im so thirsty for cute kisses and affection and this show just pours me several glasses every episode

So yeah anyways. Itll take me 3 days to recover.

AAAAHHHH ANON YOU'RE STRONGER THAN I AM.

LOOK AT ALL THESE THINGS THAT WE GOT.

I'M STILL NOT RECOVERED HOW ARE YOU DOING?

I'm with you on the "as good or better" sentiment! Between Us was always going to be my favorite no matter what, but like, every WinTeam scene gave me such a feeling of peace and affection, it really is my favorite for good reason. There was so much fondness in Between Us. It's going to be my top comfort series forever. :'(

#kiranokira answers #between us the series

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wildernessuntothemselves · 9 months

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omg where do i even begin w love you x 3... honestly one of the best fics i've ever read ever and i went in thinking "oh haha a misandrist oc she just like me" and got served, spoon fed, auto refilled my drink, cleaned my mouth w a napkin, and tucked me into bed like I LOVE IT SM!!!!!

i love how u don't sway her one bit from her views and instead made her learn to trust and open up, i love how she's dripping in pure female rage and yet still keeps a stable head like she knows she went too far when she made beomgyu cry, i love how snarky and egotistical and prideful she is like she is everything i am but lowkey lmao

AND OMG I CANT EVER ENCAPSULATE HOW MUCH I WANT A MAN LIKE BEOMGYU!!!!

he is everything i long for in a man, i can't count on my fingers how many men, romantically or not, have lost patience in me and gave up when all i did was test them, and i cried a lil like beomgyu just exceeds all of my expectations for a man and he set a new bar for me now lmao.

seriously head over heels, from the first night they married, and him learning not to hurt her pride and ego lmao, him giving her space and letting her go back to him once she wants him, him taking her fear seriously once he realized how much it's affecting her, him very bluntly rejecting that girl, him being so nonchalant abt what everyone thinks of his masculinity even when he's challenged on it and losing he's not the slightest bit concerned abt his image, all he thought abt was how she probably wants a guy like yeonjun (which false lol)

he is so secure in his masculinity that all he thinks abt is how to please his wife... like please please omg send him my way i beg

oh also i love when she met her parents again and her father asks how are u doing my flower and she just replied deflowered IM FLOORED BEST LINE I'VE EVER READ

i usually don't write this long of a feedback but ur fic just tapped into my soul and now i get why ppl are hopeless romantics 🚶‍♀️

while i adore the fact that you loved the story so much i have to address a part of your message

"can't count on my fingers how many men, romantically or not, have lost patience in me and gave up when all i did was test them"

i don't think "testing" people is good or healthy from either men or women. playing with people to see if they will stay or not just creates heartbreak just like you've experienced. i think you've misunderstood the point i was making with the oc. it's not to say she is right about her misanderist views and that the worthy man will jump through hoops to prove himself to her. it's that oc, while valid in her distrust of men especially during that time period, is wrong to just write off every man as misogynistic and an asshole even when they've done nothing to deserve that judgement. i even hinted at it with how oc said her own father sold her off when in fact he didn't. he wanted to protect her because he knew when he dies other men will attempt to take her money.

but yes beomgyu in that fic was just so wonderful and lovely and sadly probably doesn't exist but we can dream 😪

#mort talks #love you love you love you

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multyfandoms-imagines · 2 years

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Headcanons for how Sephirah would react to hugs from their favorite employee? (Romantic relationship for most but a Platonic one for the Tiphereths)

Sure

Hugs back because they love hugs: Malkuth, Hod, Tiphereth B, Chesed

•Malkuth is literally too excited to even have her favourite employee around, but also likes to have them hug. Have a fair warning that she may bonk you with her notebook on accident from excitement

•Hod is kind of shy, but wants to make her favourite employee feel good and not regret showing her this random kind gesture. After all Hod probably did something good to deserve it!

•(platonic) Tiphereth B stands for bean. He just wants for employees to feel slightly better in this place. A hug from employee Tiph B pretty much considers another sibling (like Tiph A. If you know the story, you know) is a welcome gesture and will surely hug back without a question

•Chesed is absolutely into the whole idea of giving affection. Bet my coffee cup it was him who did something first, even if it just hand holding. Getting a hug from his favourite employee makes Chesed chuckle and hug them back, asking if they got themselves into problem as a joke. Dont mind it tho

Appreciates hug, but may be too busy to hug back: Netzach, Hokma, Binah

•Netzach probably too tired to care about it, lets be real. He appreciates the gesture, from his favourite employee who may or may not die today. Probably gives them a pat on the back. Chances of Netzach hugging back are the highest when he is drunk anyway

•Hokma is a busy man and i could probably end it right there. I mean, there is nothing to add lol. He feels honoured to receive a seemingly random act of kindness out of nowhere, even if he cant repay right away as Hokma has no time for it

•Binah while has a creepy personality, can make anyone fear her, still has to put up with her Extraction's team bs. And it is a very careful process she cant mess up to not break ego/make it too dangerous for employees. Having a favourite employee hug her does make her look at them and flash her (surprisingly not creepy) grin. Binah makes a note to herself to return the favour once she can

Flustered: Yesod, Tiphereth A, Gebura

•Yesod never did well with any touch to his body. So having hugs from favourite employee would mess him up sooo bad. He just got hugged by favourite employee, viper needs a reboot, help

•(platonic. Obv) Tiphereth A is like a chihuahua, she smol, she look cute, but she also angy. Or rather, has quite the short temper. As well as being flustered just abit as this employee is almost a big sibling to both Tiphs

•Gebura just doesnt expect much kindness in the facility. So having a hug, from her favourite employee would for sure blue screen Gebura for a moment. And, uh, well o look, an abnormality breached, guess she goes off to fight it now-

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years

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One of two matchups I wanted to ask about

Fandom: Demon Slayer

Preference: SFW AND NSFW

Zodiac: Pisces

Pronouns: She/Her and They/Them

Sexuality: Bisexual

Hobbies: Singing, Reading, Playing video games, making Loom band chains, and most recently, baking cookies, bread, and cakes.

Appearance: I’m a bit more on the chubbier side, 5’4 and have very short curly black hair. I usually wear glasses for being near sighted but forget to wear them all the time. I have dark brown eyes and I’m curvy. Have scars around my chest from two reduction surgeries

Personality Traits: Extremely Empathetic, Loyal, Hard headed, Sensitive

Facts about myself: I tend to put others way before myself, to the point I don’t care for myself as much. I have ADHD and Social Anxiety Disorder, and I come from a family of Brazilians and Porto Rican’s. I tend to have a soft spot for children and end up being an unintentional babysitter/older sister type. Rhythm games are a big part of my life and Greek mythology is a big thing for me. Turned stress eating to stress baking to try and help with weight loss.

ofc! sorry these took such a long time, im actively working on the other one set you sent!!

𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑… 𝙶𝚒𝚢𝚞 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚔𝚊!

𝚃𝚆: explicit sexual content in the 'NSFW' area [minors do not interact]

𝙲𝚆: explicit sexual content; cockwarming, head-giving

𝚂𝙵𝚆:

it took me a minute but it think giyuu would match best with you!!

he's on the quieter side and so he has a really calming effect on people, and i think he'd be really nice to be around considering he does a good job at quieting the noise in your head that can get overwhelming from time to time

he isn't very vocal about it, but when he loves he loves hard. he'd give up the whole world for you if you asked it of him

he texts you a lot throughout the day to get him through it, mostly about things that remind him of you (like if he sees a shirt or a pin that he thinks you'll like he'll send a picture and ask if you want it)

makes a genuine effort to make sure you're okay even though he kind of already has a sixth sense for it?? you cant get anything past this dude srsly 💀💀💀

no but seriously if you're having a rough day and you tell him you're "fine" even though you know damn well you're not, he'll go along with it but make a conscious effort to take care of you

he'll make dinner for the night, draw a bath for you, put on some of your favorite shows for you to watch in bed together, and even offer to wash your hair and body for you to help you decompress

like i said he's a pretty quiet lover, so he doesn't voice how much he cares for you and that could pose to be a point of confusion if you rely a lot on verbal affirmation

of course he tells you he loves you, but he relies more on acts of service to show his affection for you rather than words of affirmation

in fact, he'll only really be able to tell you after being in the relationship for 5 months, and even then he seems almost scared to say it

the fact of the matter is that giyuu's had to deal with loosing people close to him his entire life, and so admitting that he cares for you so deeply is difficult for him to admit both to himself and to you

he's scared of loosing you, and so he tries his best to make sure he shows that he loves you even if he has a hard time saying it

but he gets better at it with time since he becomes more comfortable with it the more he speaks about it. plus that and you naturally make him feel safe considering how accepting you are of him

he genuinely thinks you're something special, and very rarely feels like he deserves you

god forbid anyone be rude to you because he does not tolerate people being rude to the people he cares about

he isn't violent or anything even if he considers it for a brief moment, but he will stare them down and be uh... less than polite

OH and also. he likes that you're shorter than him. he thinks it's cute :]

doesn't take pictures often but when he does he always likes to make sure that he's as close to you as possible?? its weird cause he's not very physically affectionate but when you're taking pictures he has to physically be on top of you since he "doesn't want anyone on instagram thinking you're not taken"

what?? he knows you're attractive and he doesn't want any idiot thinking they can take you. its partially cause he's scared that you'll find out you can do way better one day and leave him but also because he's weirdly protective over you

i kinda think that he wouldn't want kids but after seeing you interact with them he'd change his mind LMAO

also don't worry about the social anxiety, he fucking hates crowds too and usually picks out dates that avoid high-traffic scenarios anyway. usually if ya'll are caught in a packed area he'll squeeze your hand to confirm if you're alright though, and if you answer negatively he gets both of ya'll out of there as soon as possible since he knows how crushing it can be

isn't good at interacting with people that much though RIP

will share a lot of your interests with you!! he personally likes to cook even though he's not good at it, so ya'll probably spend a lot of time baking together since he wants to learn and uses it as an excuse to hang out with you (even though he doesn't rlly need one 💀)

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆:

GOES FERAL FOR THE CHUB

NO SHUT UP I KNOW IT FOR A FACT you cant tell me im wrong i know im not

its not a fetish thing he just likes having something to grab

knows you're kinda insecure too so he makes it a point to absolutely worship you

in fact, when you're having sex it's usually very heartfelt and passionate, and if you're not half-delirious from him eating you out prior then you'll be bale to notice him peppering kisses over your face, your scars, your folds, everything

oh yeah he loves to eat you out btw

giyuu is VERY aware that he's a lot more physically strong than you, and while he's not forceful he does use it to his advantage by pushing you down when you move too much

he's very soft, but he's firm about his demands of you and makes sure to punish you accordingly. you jut your hips up while he's going down on you? then he'll stop for a while and watch you beg for him to continue, barely touching your aching sex until you apologize and promise to not do it again

REALLY likes cockwarming. for some reason he has this weird fascination with watching you struggle to keep your composure, and having your tight heat around him while he goes about his business while you struggle not to move almost tempts him to give in to what you so desperately want out of him

usually takes things very slow since he likes to savor every moment with you, but if one of you is having a particularly hard day he's more than happy to "relieve some stress" by fucking the bad day out of you

tends to put your pleasure before his own since he likes to service you and make sure you're well taken care of, but its mainly because he gets really flustered when you take control??

its hard to explain but he gets really turned on seeing you take control from him, calling the shots and making him a stuttery mess

in fact, he probably makes the most noise when he's on bottom, but he usually covers it up with his hands or a pillow or something so he doesn't give away how worked up he is since it makes him feel weak

he cherishes that he can feel weak with you though, and sex with him is usually very passionate and love-filled considering he's putting his soul into this special event with you

aftercare is usually very sensual too, with him either wiping you down completely with a washcloth and giving you some water or offering to take a bath/shower together and offering you water (cause hydration is important)

[ 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 :) ]

#matchups #giyuu tomioka #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer imagines #giyuu tomioka headcanons #giyuu tomioka imagine #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka x y/n #giyu tomioka #giyu tomioka x reader #giyu tomioka x y/n

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narabea06 · 2 years

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TW: Implied abuse, depression, and murder

Okay, but like i finally read into Emra and Zachary, and I now really want to write Puppeteer getting a redemption arc, but pls hear me out-

So Puppeteer needs negative energy in order to work properly

And the reason he kills is bc he needs that negative energy

But also, in the process of doing this and collecting proxies hes become hateful, abusive, and egotistical

So basically the catalyst for him wanting to change is that he meets Ann

Since Ann was a retired Zalgo proxy in my AU, if he tried to kill her, Zalgo would probably come and erase him from existence, so instead Puppeteer resorts to taunting her and messing with her

The thing with Ann tho is that she does not take anybody's sh*t, plus she doesn't ever hold back on telling somebody how she feels head-on

She calls Puppeteer an a**, tells her to stop harassing her and that he probably is a terrible human being

Along with other things that she picks up from his behavior

Puppeteer is a little taken aback but just rubs it off as she is just being a b*tch

As days go by, Puppeteer keeps going to go mess with Ann again and again

Each time, Ann gets more and more frustrated with him until she decides to do some research on him

She finds out Puppeteer is Jonathan Black, finds out his old life and stuff

Next time she confronts him, calling him Jonathan

He starts freaking tf out (canon fact: Puppeteer despises being called Jonathan and ends up straight disassociating himself from that name when he dies)

She then starts saying some stuff regarding his old life, specifically how he died, pointing out that other people don't deserve what he went through

Jonathan ends up leaving and is very startled from that for a few days

He finds it extremely difficult to kill but does it anyway for his strength but finds himself being slightly more gentle than usual

Emra and Zachary both notice but dont say a word

Finally, he goes back to Ann, saying something along the lines of "if you know me so much, then help me stop"

Ann went "bet b*tch, I can actually do that"

Puppeteer begins to go to therapy

It starts off very rocky and Puppeteer doesn't make progress for awhile and basically tells Ann that that was her fault, which she replies with that she cant help if he doesn't want help

That shuts him up

They start working through a number of things. At first, it starts with focusing on Puppeteer's depression as well as his ego

Puppeteer starts to slowly get more of an understanding of himself.

Ann also consistently calls him Jonathan, telling him to stop pretending that part of himself didnt exist

Things are going well, until Ann finds out he has proxies

Ann realizes how Puppeteer treats them and tells Puppeteer how much his actions affect them

Puppeteer just shrugs it off as "Im there boss, they're supposed to be scared", but Ann tells him to try something: Just stand in the same room as one of them and watch how they react to everything he does.

He does this with Emra, and realizes literally how terrified she is of him and how much he has hurt her. Then he asks her just how she truly feels about him

She finally lets it all out, since she's always had to keep up a mask to pretend that she was still in love with him and that she was completely loyal to him, bc she was scared he would hurt her if she over put down the mask before.

Afterwards, she ends up apologizing, bc its clear Puppeteer is upset, but he just says that he wasn't upset at her specifically and left

He tells Ann, and slowly she helps him start to act more and more kinder to them

The proxies honestly are just confused tho

Ann then tells Puppeteer to just let them go and apologize

Puppeteer objects saying that if he let them go, getting energy was going to be harder, and Ann nodded saying " It will but that's not important rn, whats important is what you've put them through and how much they deserve to be free.

So Puppeteer finally apologizes to Zachary and Emra before letting them go free. He gives Zachary a few materials he might need to fix Emra manually and uses little bits of his power to help Emra be able to move without his strings amd constant puppeting

Emra and Zachary dont forgive him but still leave, finally free

Puppeteer ends up abandoning the theater then and decides he wasn't going to kill more people for his own gain anymore

He meets back with Ann, pretty upset and tells her what he did and asks if she's happy. Ann pauses before nodding

Puppeteer explains that without negative energy, he wasn't going be alive for much longer, and he be alive for one more day. Thats when Ann says that he wouldn't have to worry about that anymore

Pup is confused but Ann tells him to stay at her place and to trust her. He does

Next day, Zalgo shows up unannounced and Puppeteer freaks out, especially Zalgo does some sort of magic/ability thing on him

Basically he made it where Puppeteer no longer needed to leech off energy. He no longer NEEDED to kill.

All his other weaknesses were still there, but now he no longer needed to worry about death

Apparently, Ann had a favor due with Zalgo and decided to use it to get Puppeteer help

Zalgo leaves

Puppeteer slowly starts trying to figure things out again, to figure out his new life

Ann tried to help him how he could, and through due time, they slowly became best friends

It took Puppeteer a year, but he finally got better

His personality changed more to mischievous dumba**, and while he still used his abilities for self defense, he stopped killing altogether

....AND THATS HOW TO WRITE A REDEMPTION ARC, WOOO-

#creepypasta #puppeteer #emra creepypasta #zachary the proxy #nurse ann creepypasta

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