#'shut your mouth i hate women like you' DIE THEN????

[mydearestdaryl]

𓇢 𓆸 𝑚𝜎𝑛𝑠𝜏𝜀𝑟

summary: daryl blames your daughter for your death. warnings: birth complications, blood, gore, death, daryl hating your daughter, grief. pairing: daryl dixon x reader. setting: prison. a/n: i had been planning this fic for a while and since @louifaith asked for angst and she shall receive, i finally decided to finish it! broke my heart and in the kindest way possible i hope it breaks your too.

“i think i'm gonna die!” you cried, eyes shut as you pushed, encouraged by carol and maggie while daryl held you, your back against his chest. hershel hovered above the two women on his crutches, giving them instructions and supervising the birth.

daryl was breathing heavily, his entire body tense, eyes frozen open, and his mind raced for a solution to ease your pain but he couldn't find any. he wanted nothing more than to yell at the other three to stop and leave you alone, but he didn't want to scare you, and he knew it was a stupid idea.

“make it stop,” you weakly sobbed, interrupting yourself with a grunt to push once again.

it felt like you were being ripped in half. the pain was like nothing you had ever experienced, and you had been shot once before. no matter how much you screamed and pushed, it seemed pointless, and the happiness of finally meeting your baby was being supplanted by fear and discomfort.

“breathe, (y/n), please,” carol's soothing voice reached your ear, concerned but encouraging eyes finding yours.

“push, (y/n), i can see the head!” maggie motivated you.

still, daryl remained silent. too afraid. afraid that if he spoke, he might ruin the moment, that if he moved, he could hurt you. his heart was hammering in his chest, and he licked his lips over and over but they remained dry.

with newfound determination to meet your baby, and an agonizing cry that was probably heard by the entire prison cell, you gave a final push, hearing flesh rip in your womanhood as the baby's head came out, the rest of their body slipping out with ease.

“it's a girl!” daryl heard one of the two women exclaim, not caring who as he was only focused on you, who so weary and exhausted to your very core collapsed on his chest.

your eyes fluttered, trying their best to stay open as you watched maggie quickly but gently wrap your baby girl in a towel as carol carefully cleaned her face with a washcloth. “a girl,” you mumbled with a scratchy and strained voice, wincing as you tried to get comfortable in daryl's embrace.

as carol approached with the newborn to hand her to you, you reached your arms up, yet, they barely made it halfway as you slowly began to struggle to breathe.

“wha's wrong?” daryl begged, “hershel, wha'- wha's wrong?”

“there's to much blood... maggie!” and the vet's voice barking orders at his daughter turned into white noise in daryl's ears.

“stay with me, sunshine, stay, please,” he panicked, incoherently pleading as his red eyes pooled with unshed tears. “DO SOMETHING!” he crowed at the trio that was just as panicked as himself trying their best to save you somehow, but you were inevitably slipping away.

yet, even at that moment, when speaking and breathing were impossibly hard for you, you implored them to make sure the baby was okay. and without warning after one last adoring caress to daryl's cheek, the light in your eyes dimmed.

your body went limp in his hold, and your chest ceased its up-and-down motion that indicated you were breathing.

“(y/n),” he choked out as realization set in, cupping your face oh, so delicately as he always did, trying to cling onto the fading warmth his hands were always welcomed by.

he heard carol gasp, bringing her hands to her mouth as tears streamed down her face. maggie was a mirror, sobbing as her dad held her, and he too, let tears roll down his cheeks.

they all looked broken, but not as much as daryl.

the hunter wept, his body shaking uncontrollably as he squeezed you tightly but still careful not to hurt you, as if you could still feel it. the word no left his lips as the most heartbreaking mantra.

they had lost lori no more than 6 months ago and now you were gone too, ripped away from him the same way the latter had been from her family.

the wail from the newborn was suddenly louder than daryl's sobs, and he looked up to see carol bringing her to him. “you need to cut the cord,” she suggested softly between sniffles, but the way the hunter glared at the baby left no doubt that he wanted nothing to do with her.

his chest burned when he looked at her, but not in a good way; not in the way a father was supposed to feel when his kid was born.

without making eye contact with carol and his teeth grinding, daryl gently laid you back down onto the mattress, delicately brushing the hair out of your face and giving your cooling lips one last kiss.

he sniffled, drying his nose with the back of his hands as he got his red rag from his back pocket to dry off the beads of sweat off your forehead with utter affection, lips twitching as he held back tears from seeing your pale, unexpressive face.

carol bit her lip as more tears streamed down her cheeks, “dary-” she began, but the sudden, jerky way he turned around to face her made her stop.

face red and eyes narrowing, he snapped, “she killed 'er,” he pointed almost aggressively at the unaware baby in carol's arms. “ya cut it or whatever.”

“son...” hershel stepped closer to the archer, but he backed away, shaking his head frantically.

“ain't gonna repeat myself,” he warned, his fists balled before turning back around to sit at the edge of the bed, getting his hunting knife out, gulping as he prepared himself to stop you from turning, however, it only caused tears to make the way back into his eyes again.

he cursed, turning away from you, still sitting on the bed and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, slumped forward as he hyperventilate, his cries echoing on the walls and mixing with his daughter's.

“i don't want you to do it,” you said suddenly, voice hushed to not disturb your group.

it was the middle of the night the day lori had died and judith was born. you had found out about your pregnancy a few weeks ago, and it had made you fear you could end up like the late mother.

daryl, who was just falling asleep tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer. “whatchu talkin' 'bout?” he inquired in a whisper.

“if i die too, i don't want you to... put me down,” you answered, looking up to meet his sapphire eyes, being welcomed with a confused and almost offended frown on his face.

“stop, tha's not happenin'.”

“if it doe-”

“it won't,” he concluded, preventing further discussion with a sweet kiss to your lips, “sleep, peach.”

sparing your body one last lingering glance as he tried to dry his red, puffy eyes, he left the cell.

as if soothing himself, he rubbed the nape of his neck while walking to the kitchen, eyes searching for rick immediately when he got there, whose eyes, as everybody else's, looked at daryl with pity, though the fellow widower could actually relate.

with slow, careful steps, rick stepped closer to daryl, who shook his head, gulping down the lump in his throat before he spoke, “she- someone has to put 'er down. she didn't wan' it to be me,” he said with a tight and unsteady voice as he fought to control his emotions. “can't,” he added with a tearful rasp.

rick's head dropped momentarily, hiding his watery eyes before he took the knife daryl was offering him. after hugging the archer shortly but tightly, rick walked upstairs to finish the task.

you were so loved by everyone.

it showed in the way the entire prison seemed to be in a permanent state of grief. even the ex-woodburians seemed sorrowful, but it was no surprise, you were friendly to everyone. kind and cheerful.

daryl hadn't cried again since the day you died. but that day he couldn't stop.

in the privacy of his room, he cried all night and stayed there, isolated for almost a week. it was so unfair. he protected you and kept you safe from walkers and bad people, but the one thing that killed you was someone he created. someone you were so excited to meet and hold, but didn't even get the chance to.

he only left his room to stop listening to carol and rick beg him to, but instead, he isolated himself in the woods. he spent almost all day hunting in nature, keeping his mind off you, off the baby he had yet to look at, let alone hold.

he left the prison as the sun was rising and returned when it was setting. when he brought back game he skinned it, and if not he went to clean up and go to bed. he ate sometimes. again, just to get people off his back about it.

he couldn't sleep. not with the baby crying every two or so hours. he didn't mind when it was judith, and he learned how to tell the difference, but when it was the other baby, he hated it because it made him think of you.

sometimes he tried to sleep with the pillow on his head, some other times he walked outside to smoke a couple of cigarettes, hating himself by the end of the night, remembering you wanted him to quit it.

a month and something went by slowly this way until the governor attacked the prison again.

he fought with his you in mind, hoping to keep the prison safe since he knew you liked it there, and you would want the baby to grow up there, so when it was all gone and the baby was nowhere to be found the guilt that ate him from the inside was massive.

yet, there she was. the little monster wrapped in a cloth with flower print in the arms of the youngest greene.

“i went back for judith and (y/n) but i only found-” the blonde girl started, but the archer interrupted her.

“(y/n)?”

she stammered, eyes widening, “uhm, it's... that's what we call her, 'cause you never named her,” she explained. “you should see, she looks just like her.”

but he didn't. he couldn't. so he just turned around and walked away, expecting the teenager to follow, which she did, baby in arms.

daryl looked in disgust and discomfort as beth tended to the crying infant, feeding her some formula they were able to scavenge from the ruins of the prison.

they were now in a little cabin in the woods daryl had found with you months ago, one of those times when you asked him to take you for a walk in nature when it felt overwhelming to be within the thick and dark walls of the prison. he loved those moments when it was just you and him. the memories made his heart ache.

“she has (y/n)'s whole face with your eyes,” beth commented shyly, trying to spark some conversation since other than the newborn sounds and her crying every now and then, they had been in silence for two whole days.

“didn' ask,” he said dismissively, taking another sip from the moonshine in his cup.

still, the blonde girl didn't give up, firmly believing that if he could just look at his daughter, or get to know her, he would change his mind. she was so easy to love after all.

“well, they look lighter than yours, but carol says they might get darker when she gets older,” beth giggled, moving the baby to burp her when she was finished eating, missing the killing glare the hunter was shooting her way. “the rest is (y/n), one hundred percent. except the hair, it looks like yours, but maybe it's because she is still bald and-”

abruptly and aggressively, daryl threw the glass he was holding toward a wall. the bang interrupting the girl successfully and scaring her and the newborn in the process. beth sighed, disappointed and annoyed as she stood up to soothe her, “she had just calmed down,” she muttered.

“AND I JUST TOLD YA I DUN' GIVE A FUCK ABOUT 'ER,” he snapped, stabbing his finger in the air as he pointed at his daughter.

bouncing the baby gently in her arms whose cries were ceasing, beth's eyes watered, her browns knitted in an exasperated frown, her lips pursed as she looked like she considered if speaking her mind was a good idea.

“why are you like this?” the young greene snarled. “you're not the only one who lost someone!”

silently, he scowled, almost challenging her to keep going. beth accepted the challenge with a glare of her own, newborn settling on her chest.

“you lost (y/n), but at least she left you with half of her! not many of us can say that about the people we've lost,” she hissed, trying to keep her volume down to not disturb your baby further. “you know (y/n) wouldn't have w-”

“ya dun' know shit!”

“yes i do, and you know that too!”

he stilled.

she was right.

his eyes were filled with unwelcomed tears as he chewed on his bottom lip, “she killed 'er,” he choked out.

“no, she didn't,” beth whispered, taking a tentative step in his direction.

“she's a monster,” he fumed, anger masking where his composure truly laid.

“she's your daughter. (y/n)'s daughter.”

his daughter. his baby girl. the life he made with you.

that was like the arrow to his chest that made him break into tears. all this time he had been seeing her as the murderer of the love of his life, forgetting she was half of her. she was the life made out of the love he felt for you and you had once felt for him.

hesitantly, beth handed him the baby, carefully helping her settle her in his arms. he felt like his arms were made for this moment; to hold this little bundle of joy that did, in fact, look exactly like you.

had he had been acting like his own father? hating the little innocent life he brought to the world. the thought made his scars feel like they burned, yet they were soothed with the gentle touch of beth's hand on his shoulder.

“she hasn't left you, see?” she smiled at him, and he nodded, letting the tears stream down freely, one landing on the baby's cheek, making her smile. “look, she loves you already. she loves her daddy.”

he brought the baby closer carefully, pressing his lips ever so gently on her forehead, letting them linger as he took in the warmth of her skin and the sweet baby scent of her head.

“an' i love 'er.”

taglist. @ledgeria16 @poisonmedixon

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #dad!daryl

[ohallows]

if given the chance I would beat godot within an inch of his life i think

#aa godot not the dude people wait for #i simply just. dont understand the appeal #ik hes apparently significantly more misogynistic in the localization #but god i hate his ass #'shut your mouth i hate women like you' DIE THEN???? #sorry miego people ur insane #hes the kind of guy who would say shit like kitten daddy is talking with his friends

[snowsinterlude]

I really wanna Snow get humbled by reader. Like she goes off on him, calling out his incel energy. So while he's pissed but she notices a bulge growing in his pants

omg yes!!! he would look so pathetic while he's at it, too ashkmjmjk

sorry for taking so long to write it!!

you were used to coryo's daily rantings about how you always look so slutty, saying things like 'god will punish you' or going as far as saying you have an std and that you just passed the tests to your college because you gave head to some teacher or the headmaster.

it get you at first, seeing how angry he always looked when looking at you. frown on his brows, mouth spitting hateful words towards you.

however, the moment you snapped on him for it was at the library, when he said something like: "women like you should die. you go around looking like that just to get men to cheat on their wives and god i just know you have an std."

"snow." you advertised him with your tone, your voice sounded a bit angry but it didn't stopped him.

"what? i'm telling the truth. your pussy is probably all loosened up from all the guys who fucked you too."

then there was a loud bang at the table. you looked at him angrily, your finger pointing to his face as you stared right into his eyes, seeing his pathetic surprised face.

"you open your mouth to say one more thing about my clothes or any other girl's choice of clothing and i will shove your face on the wall." you said, in a tone good enough for him to hear and no one else and god knows he was scared and angry at the same time.

"you-"

"shut up. shut up and listen to me." he obeyed quietly. "i kept quiet to all the things you've been saying to me because i know you're just a virgin bitch boy who can't get anyone to suck your dick and i took pity on you for being so pathetic," you made a pause, your finger still pointed to his face. "but if you say anything else about me i will make you wear a pair of frilly pink panties and i will remember it to you for the rest of your fucking life so you better shut. the fuck. up."

his face was blushing harder by the second, looking at you with a stupid look on his face. the tightness on his pants caught your sight, the hardness was clear and you could notice he was big. however, the moment he opened his mouth to say something again, you shushed him again.

"shut up," you pointed to his dick now "and go take care of this. god, you're pathetic."

he hated you for it, but he obeyed you. and on the college bathroom, if anyone listened carefully, they would hear the sounds of his groans, his whiny pissy moans and your name being the thing he called the most while he beat his meat, pumping his cock harder and faster and angrily looking at the creamy mess on his hand, blaming you for how his thoughts kept going back to you.

#tbosas smut #young president snow #young coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #x reader #x you #coriolanus smut #incel coriolanus #incel corio

[realisticfanfictions]

Being Sanji's Girlfriend & Baratie's Head Waitress - Part 4.

Sanji x Waitress!Reader: Part One, Part Two, Part Three.

Working at Baratie wasn't without its challenges, and the fights that sprung up because of them weren't rare either. You and your boyfriend never sweated the small stuff, after all working in a high stress environment made you, well, stressed. But maybe some things can't be resolved that easily.

Tags: Sanji x Reader, Waitress!Reader, constant bickering, mostly fluff with some angst, (heavy) swearing.

A/N: Initially going into this, I was planning to have the fishmen come in and have the Mihawk fight, but it was a bit more important to set up some more character dynamics before I moved onto 5k words of action scenes. So here's a nice bit of LORE(tm) and a bit more about how Y/N thinks. Next part I promise is 100% action, and I can't wait to show ya'll what I've come up with for Y/N's weapon! It's so cool.

Word Count is 3,421. Hope you enjoy!

Tag list (comment to join!): @siriuslyblackonback @jvhoons

"So, you're really going to fight him?"

Zoro, not looking up from cleaning his swords, nodded. "It's my dream." He explained, observing the blades for any damage. After he challenged the swordsman, the next few things happened rather quickly. The scramble to get Luffy as if that'll somehow convince him to stand down, the captain instead supporting his first mate's goal, and Nami storming off upset. It all passed by in a blur, and now you were alone with Zoro in their ship.

You nodded and turned to look out of the porthole, observing the calm seas that rocked the boat. "I guess dreams are worth dying for." You sighed and leaned back in your chair. "Sucks you met Mihawk too early."

His jaw tightened, and set down his sword. "If I run now, I'll never become the world's greatest swordsman."

You hummed and watched him through the reflection on the glass. "Honour, huh?" You mused and nibbled on the tip of your thumb. "How ridiculous. You're just like Sanji, uncompromising."

"Don't compare me to that shitbag." He snapped and sheathed his sword, clicking it shut in its scabbard. "Speaking of, why are you with him?"

Confused by his words, you looked over at him. "What do you mean?"

"He cheats on you, doesn't he?" He questioned and turned to face you, leaning against the cabinet. "He seemed pretty friendly with Nami a couple hours ago."

You chuckled. "That's just Sanji. He's obsessed with women. It's more," You thought of the words. "It's like having a dog that you love and care for, and though you go up and pet other dogs, you don't abandon your own dog for some random one on the street."

Zoro's eyebrows raised. "You do realise you just called yourself a bitch, right?"

You rolled your eyes and flipped him off. "Shut up. He's just chivalrous, that's all."

"Well, I'd be watching him if I were you." He walked over, his long strides making it seem effortless to reach you. "Guys like that don't tend to keep only one dog."

You opened your mouth to retort, but shut it and stood chest to chest with him. "Just focus on not dying, alright?" His eyes squinted ever so slightly, and he leaned down close to you, gazing directly into your eyes. "What are you doing?"

He stares for a moment, and then straightens himself back up. "Nothing."

You quirked an eyebrow. "Alright, I'm going home to my boyfriend."

"Wasn't trying to make a move." He retorted and stepped aside, letting you walk past him. "(Y/N)?" You placed a hand on the door frame and turned. "Be careful."

You looked him up and down. "Try not to die."

Mihawk's eyes haunted you like a ghostly presence that you couldn't shake off. It was like you could feel those piercing eyes all over your body, every inch of skin was tainted and you hated it. You always have.

The door to you and Sanji's shared room creaked open, and you popped your head inside. You didn't know what to expect, but Sanji jolting himself upright on the chair that sat in the corner of your room wasn't exactly one of them. The door softly clicked closed behind you, and you slowly walked up to him, his eyes on you the entire time as you sat on his lap. You positioned yourself sideways and leaned your head against his chest, reveling in his warmth when he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss against your scalp. Sanji's thumb rubbed circles in your thigh, more of an anxious gesture than anything, as he pressed many more kisses against your skin. You sighed and relaxed into him. "I may have overreacted." You started, ripping the band-aid off. "And I apologise."

He nodded. "Thank you for that. Sorry for not finding you sooner."

You shook your head against his chest. "I was drinking, you would've killed my buzz." You paused. "But I guess it was ruined anyway."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

He stopped when you held up a hand. "I didn't mean you, Sanji." You opened your mouth, but couldn't find the words. Or rather, you found them, you just didn't want to share them. "A man came asking after our new chore boy."

You felt Sanji tense under you. "Are you okay?"

Mihawk's eyes restraining came to mind. "I'll be fine," You picked at a loose thread. "But Zoro won't."

Your boyfriend's hand stopped and pulled back to look you in the eye. "Zoro?"

"Luffy's friend, the guy with the swords. The idiot challenged him to a duel."

Sanji's head tilted. "Why?"

You let out a small sigh and untangled yourself from him, walking a couple feet to your dresser and pulling out a change of clothes. "Because they're idiots with a death wish." You said as you peeled off your top with a groan. "Fuck. Thank God I don't have work tomorrow."

He watched you for a moment as you shimmied out of your clothes and slipped into some pajamas. "Sweetheart, I'm not really comfortable with you drinking with pirates. I mean, it's a bit dangerous-"

You scoffed, pulling an oversized shirt over your head. "They're not pirates," You said as you tugged the shirt down, barely bothering to notice it was a gag shirt with an octopus on a bowl of rice. "Hell, they barely qualify as sailors." But when Sanji didn't respond, you paused. "Oh, you mean was I drinking with Zoro." You turned around to face him. He was leaning forwards in his chair, leg bouncing. You sighed and walked over to him. "He was just my drinking partner, and he's most likely going to die tomorrow." You run your hand through his blond locks. "It'll be fine. You don't have to worry."

"I'll have to trust you then." He said with a smile, then laughed when your gentle pat turned into a frantic scratch. "Hey! Not the hair!"

A smirk split across your face. "I don't know, Sanji. You might just have to trust me!"

He chuckled and grabbed your hands, pulling you forward onto him and wrapping you in his arms. "You know what I mean."

"I guess I'll just trust you-"

"Yep!"

"And trust that you're doing a good job! And- Sanji!" You squeaked when your boyfriend ambushed you with a barrage of soft kisses pressed across any bit of skin he could reach. "You tasteless toad! You're two tablespoons of terrible!"

"Two tablespoons of terrible." He repeated in a strange voice and you giggled when he tried to tickle you. "Oh no! The tickling toad has come to torment you!"

You push his hands away and trap his face in your hands. "You twat." You smiled and gave him a lingering kiss.

When you parted, he gave a soft smile. "And you even ended it with a 't', brilliant."

You quirked an eyebrow. "You weirdo."

He mirrored you. "And I somehow love you."

"But weirdly, you love me very weirdly."

He nodded. "Birds of a feather."

"If we're birds, you're a flamingo."

"Why?"

"Because if I wasn't dating you, I'd think you were a bit of a flamingo."

He gasped. "Then you'd be a penguin, because you bring me rocks."

You leaned back and gave him a look. "Because I bring you rocks?"

He nodded. "Yeah, you even put them on me. And you help me get my rocks off."

He laughed as you hit him. "Sanji! That's so bad!"

Your hands were caught and you were pulled into his chest, both of you giggling and stealing kisses from each other while occasionally snuggling impossibly closer. Sure, you might be a bad person - but you liked who you were with Sanji. And that's all you really cared about.

You lied. That night you couldn't sleep with hundreds of thousands of millions of thoughts racing through your mind. You felt like you were a greyhound chasing down a slightly too-fast rabbit, every time you got close, sleep just slipped through your fingers. Your gaze drifted from the ceiling where you were counting the nails in the boards, and over to your boyfriend. His sleeping face made a million butterflies emerge from their cocoons in your stomach, your heart beating against your rib cage like an angry gorilla. But something about this wasn't right, and you couldn't go to sleep without doing something about it.

Careful to not wake your peaceful boyfriend, you slowly lifted his arm from around your waist and placed it on his pillow, heart aching at the sight of him trying to seek your warmth. Even in sleep he wanted to be close to you. Grabbing your pillow, you gently tucked it under his searching hand and he brought it to his chest with a soft groan, the smell of you satiating him.

You rolled out of bed and tip-toed over the squeaky floorboards, wincing every time the floor made a sound. After looking back each time and taking moments between each footstep, you made it through the door and quickly shut it behind you. The early morning's chilly air struck you, but you ignored the goosebumps rising under your skin and continued on. It felt strange walking without your heels clicking against the floorboards, but you weren't looking to make noise, or look fashionable in this instance.

The Overnights were rooms for guests who've either had too much to drink, or who pay extra to stay overnight to hookup, or just to stay, again, overnight. You passed by the many in-use rooms filled with snoring and other unseemly sounds, rolling your eyes at the disgusting slobs behind the doors. A room stood out amongst the others, however, and you knew it held what you were seeking. The aura that emanated from it was unmistakable.

You reached into your hair and pulled out a bobby pin, sticking it in between your teeth to open it and then jammed it into the lock. All the locks were the same on the Baratie, and you only had to jimmy the locks, moving the pins frantically within, to open it without much effort. The door clicked open and you gently pushed it open.

When you stepped inside, you felt it. The blade at your neck. Without a second thought, you pushed it from your jugular and grabbed the silver candlestick on the hallway table, holding it firmly as the blade was struck against it. It sliced through with ease and a sharp burning went through your cheek, knowing that if you hadn't moved your head, it would've went through your eye. "You're slow." Came the hauntingly beautiful, yet unsettling voice from your nightmares.

You hissed and shoved his sword away from your face. "You haven't seen me in seven years, and the first thing that comes from your mouth is criticism? How shocking."

"Six." He corrected, and the room was suddenly bathed in a low yellow hue. Dracule Mihawk was a terrifying man. His golden, ringed eyes glowed in the dim light and when they looked you over, it felt like he was observing your soul and picking it apart with the grace one would picking the petals off of a flower. Those eyes locked onto yours. "It's been six years."

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him. The room was a similar layout to your own, with the only difference being the minimalist design and abhorrent amount of red wine. You knew the latter didn't come from the room. Rather, they came from his personal stash that would deem any other man an alcoholic. But Mihawk was simply old-fashioned, born in the wrong non-vampiric century if you will.

He sheathed his famed black blade Yoru in one smooth motion and danced past you, sitting gracefully in his armchair and crossing one leg over the other. Your eyes drifted over to his hat hung on a hook and reached out to run your fingers against the silky feather. "Don't touch it." The old swordsman warned behind you, picking up his book and flipping over the next page. "I despise disorganisation. It needs to be acceptable for my duel tomorrow. Or rather, in the upcoming moments since you have woken me up at such an ungodly hour."

Despite your reluctance, your arm retracted almost on its own. "You were already awake, asshat." You turned around and crossed your arms. "And it'll be creased anyway, so it doesn't matter if-"

"Not necessarily." His words were as sharp as his gaze. "If we go by that barbaric logic, it doesn't matter if a man is murdered since we all die in one way or another."

You scoffed and returned his look with your own glare. "I'm not too sure, you're more experienced when it comes to murdering men."

Mihawk picked up his expensive crystal wine glass, and took a long, silent sip of his Tarapaca. It was placed back down onto the table with a clink. He leaned back in his chair which squeaked as he did so, and interlocked his fingers. "Why are you here, (Y/N)?"

"I was going to ask you the same question."

His head tilted for a moment, before righting itself. "I'm here for Monkey D. Luffy."

You hadn't realised your shoulders were tensed until they drooped down. "That's it?"

He nodded. "I am only here as an obligation to Garp to collect his grandson."

To your annoyance, your throat tightened. "I thought that was an excuse."

"It wasn't." The man you hated sat in his chair completely unbothered. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, before drifting back to his book. He flipped the page. "'But tell me, at the time of those sweet sighs, by what and in what manner Love conceded that you should know your dubious desires?'"

Pathetically, you felt stinging at the corners of your eyes. "'And she said to me: “There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.”'" You breathed in through your nose. "Inferno, by Dante Alighieri."

"From?"

You cleared your throat. "Divine Comedy."

"What year?"

You took in a breath and shook your head. "1321?"

He said nothing and turned the page. You stood silently, wanting to run but having no strength to do so. His gaze finally lifted to meet yours. "Is that all?"

A chill ran over your skin, and you were once again reminded of the kind of man he was. There was a lot you wanted to say to Dracule Mihawk. So much hatred and anguish that you had to endure, all the suffering handed to you by the well-manicured hands of the greatest swordsman in the world. You hated him. "Unless you want to say anything?"

His eyes held yours for a moment. "Goodnight."

"Go fuck yourself." You practically grew fangs and spat venom at him. Spinning on your heel, you kicked the wall where his hat hung and stormed out of the room.

A scream bubbled in your throat. Your nails dug into your palms, and your lips were bloodied from ripping them open. He had no- you couldn't- he was such a-

As you turned a corner, you felt something pinch the base of your skull and you whipped around. Pulling your gun and aiming it, you locked eyes with the other swordsman in your life. Zoro, bathed in moonlight, turned his attention from his swords to you. The rag he was cleaning his blade with stopped and he was focused solely on you. "I think I know who you are."

You scoffed and shoved your gun back in its holster. "Well, apparently most people don't, so I'll take anything at this point." He was quiet, and your lips tightened into a smile. "Want a drink?"

The door opened with a click and Zoro whistled. "Nice trick."

You put the bobby pin back in your hair with a smile. "Thanks." The Baratie after-hours was a sight to behold, but the bar was even better. You smiled at Zoro and guided him around the front of the bar where the shutters were closed.

"Thought you said it's open all night."

You looked behind you as you bent down to the latch holding the fish's mouth closed. "I said you couldn't get anything on tap around three in the morning," You unhooked the chain and pulled it free from the floor. "Didn't say that the bar was open. Come help me." You shuffled to the side to make room for him, and grabbed onto the shudders. He appeared by your side and hooked his fingers under the shudders next to yours, you both nodded to each other and grunted as you lifted the shudders. You expected it to be heavier, but with Zoro it lifted with surprising ease. The moonlight poured in and illuminated the bar, shining through the empty bottles of booze and creating a kaleidoscope of colours.

The green-haired swordsman chuckled and looked around. "I've never been in a bar after hours." He sat down on a nearby couch normally reserved for V.I.Ps. "It feels naughty."

You shrugged, walking over to the bar and reaching over. "Yeah well, if we're caught I'll probably get fired, so don't fuck around." Your fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle and you hoisted it to eye-level. "You a rum guy?"

He smiled and gave a half-shrug. "I'm a booze guy."

"Good answer." You said and carried over two shot glasses for the both of you. Sitting down, you tugged off the cork with your teeth and poured yourselves shots. You raised your glasses. "To you dying tomorrow."

His eyebrows raised. "To me surviving tomorrow." He corrected and clinked his glass against yours, keeping his eyes on you as you took a shot together. He sighed, flicking his head and nodding. "That's good."

You nodded and sniffed. "It's very good." You filled your glasses again. "Only the best shit for the only guy that knows me." You gulped it down, and didn't wait for him to finish before filling yours back up.

He chuckled. "I'm the one dying tomorrow, and here you are drinking like it's the end of the world."

"Yeah, well," You sniffed and swirled around the liquid in your glass. "My life kind of fucking sucks at the moment. So, I think I deserve to get shit-faced."

Zoro tilted his head and licked his teeth. "I bet you had a miserable childhood."

You laughed and leaned back, tears pricking at yours eyes as you nodded. "Understatement of the century." You said under your breath and looked up at him, forcing a smile. "I grew up on some private land owned by nobles."

He nodded. "You said that."

"Yeah, but what I didn't tell you was I wasn't born there. My Dad, being father of the fucking year, didn't want to care for a baby so he dumped me with some workers. Then, when I truly got attached to my family and finally was accepted as a member of the community, he just came back and picked me up. Like I was some type of broken watch he left to be repaired." You shook your head and reveled in the burn of the rum as it slid down your throat and warmed your stomach. "And ever since then, he's just tormented me. Even when I got away from him, it's like he's always there just watching me - waiting for me to mess up. And you know, all the shit that I did to make him proud of me? Every late night reading libraries' worth of books just in case he quizzed me on it in the morning. Every lesson in combat styles, or how to sense others, whatever the hell that means. Most of the scars I have are from trying myself to him. But never once was I told 'Good job (Y/N)', or that he was proud of me. He never even smiled at me." You finished the shot and placed it down onto the table. "And you know what fucking sucks? After all this time, all the anguish he's put me through? All I want him to look at me and tell me that he loves me."

Zoro looked at his glass and his mouth tightened into a fine line. "I know the feeling." His eyes drifted back to yours. "To shitty parents?" He offered, raising his glass.

You chuckled and shook your head, but poured yourself a glass and raised it. "The shittiest."

A/N: Um, okay this was pretty heavy and it took me a while to write because I wanted to make it actually matter. I think there'll be a few more parts and then we'll be finished with the Baratie saga! Then, I might take a break and do maybe another series/one-shot while I properly plan the next part. We'll also be naming this series! The poll has concluded and within the next couple of days, we'll be figuring out the name! Comment down if you have any suggestions, or want to join the tag list! <3

P.S: When the Baratie saga is done, I'll release it all as one part so that it'll be easier to re-read. It'll be a bit of its own thing, so stay tuned haha.

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[a-fandom-reimagined]

< PREVIOUS PART

"Diana, you have exhausted valuable resources and the skills of our healers for one woman. To what end? She will die anyway. Maybe not today or tomorrow. Maybe not a year from now or ten but she will die. You're just delaying the inevitable."

Diana had few moments in her life where she could truthfully say she was angry with her mother. But in that moment she almost hated her. The Amazons were supposed to be messengers of peace and truth and justice. What happened to her mother while she was away? What happened to the fearsome woman who raised and taught her to stand for what was right? This wasn't the first time they'd had this argument and as your life hung in the balance, Diana doubted it would be the last.

You hadn't uttered more than a few sentences since arriving on the sandy shores of Themyscira and that was two weeks ago. You'd been in and out of consciousness every since. Never awake longer than a second or two and no one could tell Diana why. The healers had done all they could. The rest was up to you.

Diana gritted her teeth and rose from your bedside. "You and I are not having this conversation again, mama. Y/N is staying here until she wakes up. The healers will attend her for as long as she requires their attention and that is final. You gave me your word and you will stand by it."

"Perhaps I gave it too hastily."

Fire and hatred burned in Diana's eyes but the Queen of the Amazons did not--would not--falter. "I know you've formed something of an…attachment…to this girl--"

Diana laughed, tearfully. Attachment. What a paltry word to describe what she felt for you. This all-consuming yearning and devotion that kept her up nights and drove her to kneel at your bedside for hours with no regard to her own hunger and comfort. "Attachment," Diana repeated, laughing again.

"She is not like us, my daughter" the queen continued. "She is not like you--"

"She doesn't have to be! I don't need her to be like me. I don't need her to do anything but live, mama!"

"I do not mean to be cruel but if this is what her ailing has done to you…I don't want to know what would become of you if she perished."

Diana for the first time since coming home was inclined to agree with her mother. She opened her mouth to speak, some of her earlier anger dissipating, when a sharp breath stole away her words.

Diana whirled.

You rubbed sleep from your eyes, wincing as you struggled to get comfortable in the narrow cot on which you lay.

Diana stumbled to your bedside and fell to her knees.

You gave her a weak smile, bleary-eyed smile. Your hair was a bird's nest atop your head and yet to Diana, you'd never looked more beautiful.

You hit the ground hard not for the first time today.

"Dammit," you hissed.

Diana leaned into your line of sight with an apologetic smile. "Are you alright?"

"No I'm not alright!" you snapped. "A toddler could have blocked that kick and I just…I just," you screwed your eyes shut and breathed through the pain, the embarrassment, and frustration. "I'm not the same, D. My body…it's not the same."

She dropped to her knees and gently straddled your waist. Taking your face in her hands, she kissed your lids again and again until you opened them. "It's only been a week, my love. It could take months even years to remind your body of what your mind never forgot. Give it time."

It had been four months since you woke up in Themyscira's infirmary. Four long grueling months spent trying to remember how to walk and care for yourself. Fighting off pain and infection with strange herbs and medicinal techniques you'd never heard of and you were tired. So, so tired of being weak and fragile on an island surrounded by women who were the very definition of everything you used to be.

"But I don't want it to take months or years!" tears of frustration filled your eyes.

"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." Diana carefully rolled off of you and into the grass.

"Someone did this to me, Diana. I could have died."

"I know… And when you are well my love, we will find them and you will have your justice. But whether you like it or not it will take time. And if you will have me, I will be here with you. For every step of the way. And every step after that."

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[munsonsprincess11111]

But he's my goof

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: Eddie has beeb dating you for 5 months.in his friend's eyes Eddie has no game.so one day Eddie walks over to the hellfire table and Gareth is sat batching about not having a girlfriend so he askes Eddie how he pulled u. Honestly Eddie doesn't know so he asks u.

You and Eddie have been dating happily for 5 months. He loves you. You love him. You go in dates. You go to his gigs at the hideout even stay after closing and help him out. You go to hellfire. But there's one thing the club can't get there head around. How Eddie actually managed to pull you.

Your grungy. Your pretty. Your smart. You like metal music. How did Eddie pull someone so perfect. The man walked into a mirror in drama class once. So how.

"I'm gonna die alone. Women hate me." Gareth complains for the sixth time this week about not having a girlfriend. It's only Wednesday. Eddie walks over placing his lunch box on the table. "What's he bitching about now?" HE askes.

"He's saying he's gonna die alone cause no girls wanna date him." Jeff answers. Eddie nods and looks at Gareth. "What about tilly she would date you." Eddie askes throwing a pretzel in the air trying to catch it in his mouth but missing.

"How did you pull y/n?" Gareth says not even noticing he'd said his thought. Eddie shoots Gareth a glare and the rest of hellfire look at Gareth. Everyone can see Gareth realise what he said. The instant regret in his face.

"NO fucking clue." Eddie says going back to throwing pretzels tryna catch them in his mouth. Failing again. Everyone at the table look at Eddie as he replied calmly. He looked up at there shocked faces.

"What I don't. I'm a complete dope. I'm known as the town freak. I'm als kid. No one in school likes me. I dress like I'm homeless. I smoke. I occasionally drink. I'm failing. N I'm really fucking stupid." Eddie says getting cut off.

"Who's really fucking stupid?" You ask walking up behind Eddie as he throws a pretzel not noticing you. You grab it in your hand and eat it yourself smirking at your boyfriend who has furrowed brows.

"First. I'm really fucking stupid. Second. MY PRETZEL!" Eddie says looking up at you. You kiss his quickly and then sit next to him.

"And why are we talking about Eddie stupidity?" You ask taking another one of Eddie's pretzels.

"Well she's y/n she can answer. Y/n? How the fuck did I pull you?" Eddie askes looking her seriously in the eyes.

Everyone's eyes are on you. "Expand..." You say looking at Eddie and only Eddie.

"Like Gareth can't get a girlfriend. However. The town freak who's failing school who everyone hates and is failing school manages to get the most perfect girlfriend in the world." Eddie says handing u a mini pretzel.

"Yeah what the fuck you see in munson?" Gareth askes. Everyone's eyes back on Gareth. Eddie throws a pretzel and it hits him in the head. You giggle at Eddie.

"First. Your the most perfect boyfriend eds. Second. I dunno he's hot. Funny. N is nice to me." You say looking at Eddie. Eddie smiles at your response. Then Gareth speaks again.

"But he's a complete dopey goof." Everyone looking at him again as he can not shut up. Your still looking at Eddie who's death glaring Gareth.

"But he's my goof." You say quietly Eddie then looking back at you his face immediately changing to smiling. He takes your hand in his leans over and places a sloppy kiss on your lips making his friend's make gagging noises. "I love you" he whispers kissing your neck. "I love you too" you whisper back.

Eddie then sits back in his seat pulling your chair closer to him so he can put his arm around your shoulders. 10 minutes later a girl approaches the hellfire table. "HEY your Gareth right?" She askes Gareth. He nods looking at the table with a look of panic on his face.

"Umm I'm in your science class. Names Emily." She says smiling. "Yeah I know hi Emily." HE answers looking flustered.

"I was wondering if you'd wanna maybe go on a date this Saturday?" She askes smiling at Gareth. Gareth looks to his friends everyone eyes on him. Him still looking flustered. "Well answer the lovely lady Gareth. So sorry. He's a pussy when it comes to girls." Eddie says teasing the boy.

You lift your head from his shoulder and hit his chest. He puts his hands up in defeat before putting his arm back around your shoulder pulling you back into his side.

"Umm yeah sure. I can pick you up around 6 we could go get food?" Gareth askes playing eith his fingers.

"Sounds great I'll give u my address tomorrow. See you then." Emily says waving smiling and walking off. The table goes silent as everyone stares at Gareth. "Eddie?" Gareth askes. "Mm?" Eddie answers looking confused.

"Who asked who out with you and y/n." HE askes Eddie.

"We hung out a lot and one day she was talking snd I just kissed her. And KABOOM. Relationship ship." Eddie says smirking his arm still around you.

"Your absolutely unbelievable." You say with your head on his shoulder.

"Funny you told me that last night when I made you-" Eddie speaks tryna be smug but you slap your hand over his mouth.

"I'm leaving. See you all tomorrow." You say getting up taking your hand of Eddie's mouth. "Wait wait wait." Eddie says getting up to running off. Then running back to get his stuff.

The tables watching you walk off as Eddie grabbed his stuff. "Whyd she wipe her hands on her jeans?" Dustin and Gareth ask in sync. Eddie looks up going to run. "Cause I licked her hand." HE says before running after you. Earning grunts and groans of disgust from the table. "Y/n baby! It was a joke common trouble.!" HE shouts after you.

"I STILL DONT SEE HOW THAT PULLED HER." Gareth half yells painting at Eddie. Eddie heard and gave him the middle finger as he ran out the door. The doors were glass and you were stood outside of them. They could see you both.

Eddie dropped his stuff bringing his hands to your waist kissing you. Pushing you against the wall. Your hands went around his neck keeping him close and then in his hair.

Nancy being stood next to Mike hearing what Gareth had to say was able to answer for you. "Because he loves her and is not afraid to show it. And she loves him and all his weird tweeks."

They all look back at you to see Eddie picking his lunch box up and handing it to you. You look at him confused. Then he throws you Iver his shoulder. Your laughing. And attempting to keep some hold on him as Eddie walks off with you over his shoulder.

"He's her goof. And they love eachother. A hole fucking lot."

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[goodnightmemes]

THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ I'm sorry for your loss, your...your losses, rather. ❜

❛ Nobody gets away with anything. Not really. ❜

❛ Don't lecture me about family values. You're just as shit in that department as I am. ❜

❛ That day was the last day we were all in the same place. Alive. ❜

❛ They will love you because I love you, and the only thing stronger than love is how scared they are of getting cut out of the will. ❜

❛ And most people go their whole, wasted, stupid lives without one minute of true resolution. Not me though. ❜

❛ You know what a resolution is? It's a deal you make with the future. ❜

❛ The people in charge of making us healthy make us sick. We cheat the dying. We fleece the poor. Promote the racist. Let the demons run amok. This world needs changing. ❜

❛ You're supposed to be shadowing me. Shadows don't fucking talk. ❜

❛ This is beneath you. And you're going to kill it. But you're better than all of this. And the minute you figure that out, you're going to be unstoppable. ❜

❛ There's no such thing as a step back. You go forward. If you hit a brick wall, you don't go back, you go through. ❜

❛ Nearly realized is the sweetest. It's better, I promise, in the moment just before than in the moment after. ❜

❛ You are consequence. And tonight, you are consequential. ❜

❛ You are a pretty, pretty little thing. ❜

❛ You wonder why people hate us. This is why. ❜

❛ Everybody knows that edible arrangements are what you send to people you hate. ❜

❛ If you start thinking this is reality, you'll just slip into the abyss. ❜

❛ We can talk about it after because I've had a shit day and I really just wanna starfish and forget the world. ❜

❛ Don't talk to me until I've come at least twice. ❜

❛ I love how deliciously, pointlessly mean you lot can be. ❜

❛ You still didn't need to come here though. It could have happened quiet. Peaceful. In bed. But I guess it's got to happen like this. ❜

❛ It's amazing how far you can get on denial. You know why so many people use denial to get by? Because it really fucking works. ❜

❛ You can't enhance this image? You see it all the time on TV. They hit a button, it enhances it. ❜

❛ I don't even own anything funeral black. ❜

❛ Satin is silk for poor people, no one should wear it to a funeral, unless they died in it. ❜

❛ Nobody knows they're the fall guy until they're falling.❜

❛ Women are the natural leaders of the species. Ancient Egypt had it right. ❜

❛ Okay, just because the door's open doesn't necessarily guarantee you a seat at the table. ❜

❛ You're not who I thought you were. ❜

❛ I really didn't want to think it, but...you're all fucking monsters. ❜

❛ Watching you shit on your principles would have been worth every fucking penny. ❜

❛ The mind of guilt is full of scorpions. And I wouldn't wish their sting on anyone. ❜

❛ Don't have to be smart to be dangerous. I'm not scared of rattlesnakes 'cause they're so smart. ❜

❛ You're so out of touch with your human side...you can't even listen to anything outside your own head. ❜

❛ I haven't seen you sleep in like...I mean, it's been a fucking long time. Like, horror movie long. ❜

❛ Life is insane. It is madness. The sooner you understand that, the better off you'll be. ❜

❛ The world might not be safe but listen to me, and listen carefully. I won't let anything happen to you. ❜

❛ All these terrible things and I thought, that's when people come together. But we've never been further apart. ❜

❛ Tell me it's worth it. Tell me you know the risk and I'll be there with you. I'll back you up. Just tell me. ❜

❛ Shut your mouth, get your shit together. The fuck is wrong with you? ❜

❛ Men, when they think they're immortal, all they want to do is fuck. When they figure out they're going to die, all they want to do is fuck. ❜

❛ It just makes you think, you know, life is so fucking short. ❜

❛ You don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❜

❛ I thought it was an act. I figured you just played the housewife so you could keep a roof over your head. Spread your legs or suck his dick twice a week and you're set. You never have to work a day in your life. And I thought, "Good for her, she found her angle," but...this is really you. Isn't it? ❜

❛ Words got us into this, words can get us out. ❜

❛ You're a collection of impeccable, elaborate masks in orbit of a stunted heart. ❜

❛ There are certain things one shouldn't have to face in life. Time enough for self-reflection after. ❜

❛ I don't normally like to get my hands this dirty, but honey, you earned it. ❜

❛ I see you now. I look at you and I see... You. The poverty of you. ❜

❛ The real world is Darwinian. Survival, chaos, power. Leverage. ❜

❛ You feel it. In the air. We're sitting outside of time and space. ❜

❛ This is the moment luck meets opportunity. ❜

❛ In the ancient world, we'd seal this with blood, or spit. And then later, papyrus. But, a deal's a deal all over the world. ❜

❛ We're a... virus, I think. People, I mean. ❜

❛ But everyone loves something. And in that love there's collateral. ❜

❛ I say this with love. Let it go. Let it all go. ❜

❛ So I say, we stand tall and proud. Bill's come due. Let's not hide here in the basement like we've got something to be ashamed of. No. Not us. You and me against the world. ❜

❛ It may not have been perfect, but you can't say we didn't change the world. How many people can say that at the end? ❜

❛ I knew I would climb to the top of the tower on a pile of corpses. ❜

❛ It don't matter in the end why you did any of it. I don't fucking care why you did it. We don't want your confession, or your rationale, or your explanation. ❜

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[aajjks]

heyy I lovee your yandre noona x jk fics like LOVE LOVE LOVE AND LITERALLY LIVE FOR IT. I was wondering if you could do a request on jk being “you’re the most jealous woman i know” and she is like “you know other women?” pretty please?🫶

warnings. JÊÂLÖÜSY, YÄNDÊRÊ NÖÖNÄ, dèspèrätè kôô, crÿïng

note. This is your guys’ cue to send in Yandere noona asks. ;)

As much as he loves you

This is getting ridiculous.

You have stopped talking to him you don’t even look at him you are starting to avoid him, and that is fucking with his mind.

It wasn’t even his fault he didn’t deserve his punishment, he is a good boy. He’s always your good boy, and he always wants to keep you happy.

He was just doing what any good human would do, and that was being polite to his neighbors. But that backfired on him.

He has pissed you off.

“Noona please talk to me. I think I will go and see if you don’t even look at me anymore for even a second.” he’s on his knees looking at you desperately his eyes are filled with glossy tears, but he’s holding them back

He just wants you to look at him and talk to him that’s all he wants.

And he’s willing to do anything, but you are so hard to read. Your face is empty without any emotion. Your eyes are empty, everything about you is so hard to read. You have your hands crossed across your chest and your lips are shut tightly in a straight line.

“Just talk to me once! yell at me! do anything, but just look at me!” Jungkooks voice shakes, his nails, dig into your skin, but you don’t budge.

“Look I am sorry OK I shouldn’t have let her in.. fuck I hate her so much she always wanted to ruin everything between us… noona!!!!!”

His voice is getting louder and louder with each word that comes out of his mouth, but your silence is the loudest sound in the room.

“I will never ever let her in I swear I WILL LITERALLY AVOID HER LIKE SHE DOESN’T EXIST. I HAVE LEARNED MY LESSON. NOONA… I cannot see you ignoring me… talk to me. I miss you so much it’s been a week it’s been so many days…”

Jungkooks knees are starting to hurt, but he cannot get up right now not until you forgive him, it has been like three hours, he has really upset you hasn’t he?

“Noona I love you so much I can never even dream about another woman that’s not you, but you have to understand that I was just being nice I just was talking to her. I didn’t know her intentions…. I didn’t know that she was trying to do something if I had known I would’ve put her in her place immediately…” he lets out every word from his mouth with sincerity with regret.

He hates that blonde girl so much.

He doesn’t even remember her name.

Can’t you Even look at me?” he cries, and lets his tears fall.

He feels so suffocated right now, it’s like his whole world is silence, because you are his whole world.

“Noona I am so sorry I am so sorry I am so sorry. I am so sorry. FUCK I AM SORRY..”

He doesn’t know what to do anymore. He’s tried screaming, crying and begging, but nothing is working.

“Noona… you are seriously the most jealous woman I know.”

He doesn’t think before he speaks, and let’s it out, his tongue speaks out before he can even register his words, but they take your attention, and you tilt your head and look at him.

Jungkook cries out of relief.

But that relief dies down soon when he sees you at him like he’s the most disgusting creature in the world.

What did you say? Huh?”

Your voice is like an eargasm for his ears. But Panic sets in his chest bubbling up.

you look like you want to kill him.

Well, as long as you’ll touch him, he would die from your hands.

“I-I said that I love you and I am sorry, noona- shhh.” You put a finger up on his mouth. He has no choice, but to shut up.

“you know other women?”

Jungkook lets out a scream of frustration and starts to cry, banging his head on your lap.

“OH MY GOD NO I DON’T. I ONLY KNOW YOU AND I AM SORRY.. your jealousy is so hot but insane at the same time..”

“please believe me, you’re the only woman for me.. only woman in my heart, and in my brain, and in my soul.”

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[nomazee]

The thing about Dazai is that he's cruel when he wants to be.

You know this—you've known this even before he admitted in his long-winded way that he's an ex-mafia member. He has a clever tongue, knows how to use it to his advantage when it comes to swooning women or interrogating suspects. He's multifaceted in that regard.

You've only really seen a glimpse or two of his mean streak, a vague memory of when you were ushered out of the Agency infirmary while Dazai was left alone with Kouyou Ozaki that one time. It's best not to think about it, you tell yourself, but all you can think about right now is that you really, really wish he could be that mean right now.

It slipped out somehow—in your rambling, you didn't even notice when you'd stupidly admitting your more-than-cordial-platonic-coworker feelings for him. But you did, and these are the consequences, just not the ones you were expecting.

Fingers twitching, joints tight and stiff in the cold, you look up at Dazai's blank eyes and the flat line of his lips. Stupid. You feel so utterly stupid, and you're waiting here for his response and yet there's none to be given.

What makes it worse is that his eyes are soft. He's not poking fun at you or rolling his eyes or brushing this off. You really, really wish he would, you wish he'd make a joke out of this and humiliate you, you wish he'd run to Kunikida and laugh about it with him and group you in with all the other people he's swooned before, but he just stands there. There's pity in his eyes, or maybe something like careful consideration as he chooses his next words.

"You..." and a thoughtful hum escapes him before he goes quiet again. You hate this. You hate every second of it and you just want him to laugh at your stupid feelings and leave you in the dust so you could cry alone and not in front of him. A burning feeling pricks the backs of your eyes and you're going to die right in front of him, because that'd be much better than dealing with this awful, awful silence.

"I don't think you really mean that."

And you hate him. You hate Dazai, because of course he'd say something like that. In all his self-loathing, he wouldn't think for a minute that you know what you're talking about—that you mean it. You hate him. This is crueler than anything else he could've done.

"I do, Dazai," and your voice is strained, and choked, and your face is hot with embarrassment because this is stupid and ridiculous and just supposed to be a workplace crush gone out of hand. "Just shut up. I do." And when he opens his mouth again to protest, you shake your head and roll your eyes and try not to make this whole thing more dramatic than it's already gotten.

"Whatever. I mean— whatever. I didn't say any of that. I didn't mean it like that. Can you forget it, please, and don't tell anyone, this is awful, Dazai, you're awful, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry."

In your years of working here, you've never heard Dazai Osamu say sorry, not like this. Not with gentle eyes and a hesitant breath. This is ridiculous. You're going to kill him.

"I wouldn't tell anyone," he keeps talking, he keeps talking and you're going to kill him, "That's cruel. I'm sorry."

Cruel. You want to laugh. He would know a lot about that.

#dazai x reader #bsd x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bungo stray dogs x you #dazai osamu x you #osamu dazai x you #oh hey guys #yes i know the requests have piled up and i literally only did one and then disappeared #can you tell im on a bsd kick #hey guys... request me bsd... HEY. #im so sorry everyone my days of haikyuu are over #and ive fallen so far behind on the honkai lore #havent opened that game in months i fear #well... erm.. anyways.... request........ bsd......... ghuhg......

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Jjk headcanons/fan theories/ random thoughts/random facts

I made this in a few months time so its prob repetitive

Tsumiki went into her year and 7 month long coma when megumi was 13-14 years old meaning tsumiki missed her sweet 16 :( (she’s a year older than him)

Toji was a good dad in the end (both times) bc he was already dead and told Gojo to take Megumi as a F u/later fix the alliance’s of the clans and to make sure that Megumi would be protected, fed, housed, and taught sorcery bc toji damn well couldn’t much less protect his kids from curses anyhow.

Noaya (and the men of the Zenin clan) abused Mai and maki bc they’re women (implied SA) noaya hinted at asking to beats em up like he used to (could be implied bc he called them hot & Mai has the same face) but he was also possibly teasing since Mai just 💀 but there’s no way he could have known that

It’s worse to be a male Zenin with no cursed energy bc then you’d be absolutely powerless, useless, worthless, etc. no other clan woman would want you and your fam would never coughed for you much less protect you bc why do they have to you were born a Zenin and yet…

So we know Kokichi Toji Mai n maki all were hit with HR but it was just a double whammy to also be twins? Yes. HR hit Toji so hard bc he was the first to be without cursed energy but then Nanako and Mimiko, bc they’re fraternal twins that that’s possible they’re able to both have CE?

Kenjaku stayed in Iori for so long that his stitches healed I’m guessing he planned it all (or saw hat happened which is why he chose Jin (bc there’s no way that’s random) and killed Jin and went to Geto when it was time (did Ken know about the KFC break up too??)

maki had no CE but still couldn’t get in tune with her full potential is bc Mai was there this the twin HR is f’d but there’s probably more chance one could 💀 the other to become powerful but in this instance it was about sacrifice and distance love. Different paths yet they were “the same person” so that’s only with identical twins?

sukuna loves to eat and is a cannibal and lactates and has 4 arms, 6 mouths or more, 20 fingers, many eyes, 4 legs, 10 toes, 3 heads, hopefully 9ft tall in his monster form…. 

stg toji had his divorced dad rock on religiously (nickel back fan don’t even start w me, weezer son nickleback dad)

nobara gonna be used in some way theres no reason to have her status as unknown of not to edge us istg I’ll even take a cursed spirit piloting her to mess with Yuuji more and she’s part of sukuna or some even worse group they gotta fight after the culling game arc

after chapter 253 are maki and yuta dead?? Hopefully Yuta was eaten but on Yutas birthday gege thats foul (I love it) 🫣🤩

It’s past ch253 and we’re waiting for 3/24 for the next chapter but I heard yuta yelled at Hakari to shut up with cursed speech? Or was that earlier 

Maki Mai and Megumi and Tsumiki met probably around the time tsumiki went into that coma/megs entered jjk no wonder hes so formal//doesn’t know them well he was under gojos protection for so long

some jsckass said mais first love is unknown or megumi are you dumb shes in love with her sister no sister kissed the other to give them a sword cooly and die she literally just wanted to be with her no matter what to go to the ends of the earth it didn’t matter as long n as maki was with her but maki knew Mai’s potential to be better than her so she tried to make herself better, leaving Mai behind in the process and they still never hated each other even after all the time away.

mai likes to take care of cacti/the clan favored her over maki bc she has at least some CE//weve only seen maki being affected by her family's rejection (jjk0 makis mom said shed wished shed never have given birth to her as she was a failure and same girlie but my mom chose any and everyone to compare me to) but Mai either didn’t see herself special in that way and put the blame on maki or dealt with it in her own way (maki vs the fam excluding Mai and Megumi // whereas Mai’s version US against the world)

if choso is yuujis brother and kamo is one of chosos distant family, that would mean Yuuji, Choso, Yuki, Todo, and Kamo are all "Brothers" I love the thought of them being super cool and scary together with their cute yuki & Yuuji golden retrievers in a Doberman family

the same people who ship yuki and choso also ship utahime and gojo or shoko and gojo yall have NO comprehension skills at ALL or cant believe men n women b close like Yuuji & Nobara/Power & Denji/ Sasha & Connie/ Nami & Usopp, Franky, or Luffy) 

Kenny planted the first finger by Geto’s twins to Yuuji’s school. they just had to get the finger to the occult club 

Does Kenny have a witch or oracle or even premeditative powers to know the future or did he just plan this out to a T and what is his damn goal 

Yuuji and Yuta are from the same home town bc gege said it’d be easier for the story but then todo also went to Yuuji’s middle school

Nobara dyes her hair lighter and I wonder how often she talks to Fumi back at home. And her grandmother if she’s like me w low contact

Megumi was alone with gojo for almost 2 years (no tsumiki) no wonder he’s so to himself he was probably always with tsumiki before, who decided everything for them (in a big sis way) and he respected it 

Yutas a pos for forgetting how Rika 💀 then trapping her w him bc of how traumatized he was like bruh you also yelled at her the first time u ever yelled at Rika was over another girl and he doesn’t do much else but manipulate like the Pisces man he is (I kin him/made an oc before I found out about his BITCH ass and he got everything word for word but is a dude I’m losing it) 

As an astrologer, I must say Gege’s planning with the character birthdays and everything else I can read from that is incredibly accurate I’ll give examples in the next points

geto’s mission was to go to remote village, he finds curse and exorcizes it, finds the twins the next dy, he kills everyone, he goes back to his pants to get supplies and kills them (prob no his first choice but once again was probably proven right) and runs has been gone for way too long and gojo doesn’t know what th ehhell happened. which is why he was so mad at kfc and geto just had to accept his new role while gojo was still in the past

Toji and Megumi (Kamo, Nobara, Todo) being cancer moons meaning they care about the heart, (todo has other placements making it seem a lil more “shallow” when he just wants a “straight” answer (lmao Megumi)

Yuta being a Leo moon and (outwardly asked) liking the chest

Yuuji being a libra moon liking butts all this makes sense (libra moons are indecisive, will weight out all the possibilities and still want the peaceful side unless there’s such chaos there’s no way for that to happen… then we snap)

Yuuji and Junpei would’ve been perfect friends we already saw but they both just didn’t ask for any of this and chose their own paths, they’re almost parallels of each other 

Geto’s birthchart shows a lot more of wanting to get humanity to evolve where gojos looks more like a POWERFUL cog in the machine 

Yap: Gege basically made this for women I’m sorry boys but why all the beautiful men & perfectly written women & relationships maybe it’s just a rare case where the mangaka actually knows women (or gege is a woman 🤗) & how all the dudes fit a Yaoi archetype & the women,,, they’re perfect & cute & not sexualized (other than maki in jjk0 & the glasses girl in ep 1 getting groped) but everything else is just hot w/o taking ur clothes off kinda energy & thats INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT w everything else going on 

You think something broke in Meimei when she said she wanted to be comforted and Gojo was like bruh I was joking 🙃 

Kirara and Uranme’s gender is yes 👍🏼 

Geto raising the girls as a 17-18yr old is insane same age as Megumi and gojo so for how long was Geto their dad? Inbetween 10 years but when did the girls realize that that wasn’t their dad anymore? I’m guessing Kenny can remember the vessel he takes overs memory or does something to their brain to replace it w him

I doubt a male mangaka can write good women (mostly bc of the stereotype that they’re shut ins but also from just reading/watching with my own eyes and being a woman myself) and add them in correctly, though the thing is in jjk they’re all just in a world but in Naruto and berserk and stuff she’s the add in into /their/ world where they keep fighting bc they miss each other and she gotta be used and a pillar for them or an excuse like Nobara and shoko weren’t used like that by satsug and itafushi they were their own ppl w their own sh like don’t get me wrong vasca and Sakura also were their own people but they really were given the bottom of the barrel sh bc of the dudes decisions. Shoko and Nobara strictly did what they wanted instead of falter to men

They’re literally all kids it doesn’t matter if some are weaker or useless, imagine a god/demon came here rn like the strongest will survive/fight you have to also apply the “weak characters” to irl bc I bet you they’re still stronger than most of us (miwa, Kamo, idk about momo still but she been w them I can’t doubt her skill just cause they had POWERFUL enemies

Gojo not being able to drink makes sense no drugs to impair his power and eyes (maybe lightweight maybe uncontrollable drunk and no one’s really ready or able to control that) 

Gojo isn’t coming back and he wouldn’t bc he half assed the fight and now he’s with his love and everyone has to fend for themselves now 

I like to think Gojo had Megumi and tsumiki, Geto had Nanako and Mimiko and nanami had Nobara and Yuuji in this preschool/parent AU (tojis gojos ex baby daddy) 

All of them are taller than me other than momo and Nobara. (Im 5’4” so gojos 10 years older and a foot taller 🫣) 

In one of Geges book covers it has Gojo in the winter w pink camellias and those flowers mean ily even after death and that flower is also specifically for the birthday feb3 (Geto’s) AGAIN WHY I THINK GEGES A WOMAN RAHHHHH

Maki, Mai, Toji, Kamo, Kokichi were all raised w no love like at all. Yuta had it good til 11, Miwa, yuuji and megumi never fully had it good, todo, Toge (?), Panda, momo, and nobara were just chillin.

HOW DID NOBARA COME UP WITH HER TECHNIQUE THEYRE ALL EMO BITCHES SHE WAS LITERALLY 16 FOR 2 MONTHS BEFORE HER FACE BLAST

SHE WAS SO YOUNG HOW DID SHE COME UP WITH HAMMERING NAILS INTO HERSELF WHAT

Uranme and Kirara go by (they/them)

Gojo and Geto were soulmates no matter the relationship

Utahime, Shoko, Momo, Mai and Nobara all like girls 

Gojo knew Geto for the short amount of time but thought of him for 5x longer.

Megumi’s been without his sister for 1.5 years so she went into a coma when he was 13, his 2nd-3rd year of junior high)

  Mai and maki didn’t know about Toji and Megumi until that year (2018)

Kenjaku planted the first finger at Yuuji’s school by Nanako and Mimiko (they’re the same age) hence why thanking Satsuki for taking care of his son

The person Rika is gone, her cursed spirit is what remains (an embodiment of her love/the curse yuta placed on her)

Yuta is wrong for using Rika and forgetting about his promise and why she’s even there for 6 YEARS then yelling at her about Maki 

Shoko started smoking in high school and stopped about 5 years ago, but started again when she heard Geto was alive again. 

Sukuna has 6 mouths, 4 arms, 4 legs, many eyes, and lactates. 

Choso, Yuuji, Kamo, Todo, and Yuki are all “brothers” by blood or not idc i love their lil weirdo family.

Toji was a good dad, dealt the worst hand, everything going down so the best way to protect his kids is to give them to people who can kill curses and teach them about sorcery. 

Nobara and Yuuji have the same friendship as Power and Denji, Nami and Franky/Luffy/Usopp

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #maki zenin #mai zenin #toji fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #itadori yuuji #nobara kugisaki #inumaki toge #stsg #satosugu #shoko ieiri #choso kamo #nanami kento #nanamin #yuta okkotsu #higuruma hiromi #todo aoi #kamo noritoshi #utahime iori #headcanon #jjk angst #jjk fluff #tw #satoru gojo

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It Would've Been Fun, If You Would've Been The One.

requested off this prompt list, i changed it up some to flow better with the story, but same idea. (i am on my period and off an edible but i fucking cried writing this. sometimes we have to leave things behind and it's hard and fucking sucks.)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst/SAD

Summary: you love peter, he doesn't love you, he loves his girlfriend.

Word Count: 3k

Women support women. 

Unless that woman is Katie Klournox, then women do not support all women. 

Her head is thrown back while she laughs, it’s a delicate laugh. It’s a laugh you could overhear at the booth next to you in the restaurant and smile at. There was something so innocent in the sound, a twinkle of real joy, it was utterly contagious. 

At least it has to be, because Peter seems like he’s thinking the exact same thing while he looks over her. Proud of how he’s made her laugh, her hand grips at his bicep, painted, ringed hands clutched his jacket. She leans into him, her joy takes over the space. 

You nearly choke on it. 

Peter can’t contain it, cuteness overload, how did he get so lucky? He pressed a kiss to her temple, “Wasn’t that funny, was it?” You followed her hand with your eyes as they rested on his chest, she leaned up, his lips followed, he placed another on her cheek. 

Katie’s flush matched Peter’s lip color. 

“I have never laughed so much in my life, I swear.” 

Peter wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her in, he rolls his eyes at her remark. “One of these days I’m gonna get a massive ego and you’re going to wonder where it came from.” Katie poked his side, he giggled. “Never, if you get a massive ego on me I’m gonna be the proudest girlfriend ever.” 

The title stung every time you heard it. 

Peter moves to pull at her waist, you can’t help but watch and dare to imagine if it was you. He pulls her in slowly, you watch each second scared to blink, you didn’t dare miss it. His lips rested on hers, she fluttered her eyes shut, you watched as they both smiled for a moment before pulling away. 

It’s been ten minutes and they haven’t acknowledged your existence, you can’t remember why you opted out of Flash’s offer for lunch. 

You assume you’re a masochist, nothing like self torture. 

Peter whispers something and she slaps his chest, you watch her carefully. She’s happy, and so is Peter. 

You can’t decide if you hate her because you want to be her, or because she was braver than you were. 

Peter could’ve been yours, he was yours. You had him and lost him, best friends from the start, and instead of coming clean you watched as another girl scooped him up and you couldn’t even hate her for it. 

You hated how good she was for Peter. 

It made you sick how good Peter was for her. 

It’s been fifteen minutes, they’re lost in their own language and smiles. You’re not even hungry, you stand and no one says a word. 

As you calmly walk away a part of you wonders that if even for a second, did either of them notice you sitting there? Either answer is just as unsettling. 

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Saturdays are for the boys. 

That was the joke, anyway. It was actually you and Peter hanging out but it’s been a while, at first you were able to ignore the fact he was dating Katie, you could just pretend that wasn’t real and dream about mutual pining like it was before he met Katie. But then Katie started coming too, an invite from Peter each week started to leave a sour taste in your mouth. 

It was your day. 

You had Saturdays, she had the rest. 

It was the one day you could pretend that this was an alternate universe where she never existed, but now she had to watch someone kiss Peter in the kitchen, and on the couch, and that one fucking time you caught them in his room, the time where his shirt was off and hands on her bra, the first time you ever felt a piece of your heart die. 

You tested the waters a few weeks ago, a simple text. 

‘Can’t make it tonight.’

He read it, he just never replied. You assume he meant to but got interrupted by his girlfriend calling, or texting, or sitting on his lap. 

Peter never asked about it either, you stopped going after that. 

He hasn’t mentioned it. 

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You were a woman of routine. 

Peter always stopped by your locker in the morning, until he didn’t show up one day. He didn’t say anything about it either, like the thought never crossed his mind, you weren’t the priority, Katie was. 

Sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t encouraged him what could’ve happened. You just remembered how excited he was, the pure joy burned into his face when he was hit on, when he was asked on a date. 

They shared a computer science class, she was two people down on his right, one day she stopped him after class and asked if he wanted to go out with her. He was so ecstatic, the hot girl in his class asked him out. 

You couldn’t help yourself, he was too happy. He wanted this and you told him to go for it, she was able to get there first. It was a race you didn’t know you were competing in, and you couldn’t match the energy. There was no point in discouraging him because you couldn’t build any yourself. 

But you told him to do it, and now he has a girlfriend and his girlfriend actually genuinely loves him. You bring yourself back and can’t help but wonder if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? 

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It’s been a month of no contact with Peter. 

Was a part of it you not wanting to see them be miserably happy? Yes. 

Was it also part of Peter not trying to keep you in his life either? Yes. 

You thought it would be harder, and it was at first. But then the realization came. 

You had no one to blame but yourself, you couldn’t be mad at Katie for doing what you couldn’t and you couldn’t blame Peter for going after it, and you sure couldn’t blame either of them for being a happy couple. 

You could blame yourself for being scared, you could blame yourself for being bitter, you could blame yourself for hoping it crashes and burns so Peter has no other option but to come crawling back. 

Alone in your room you realized all of the blame fell entirely on you, and you had no one to share it with. 

If it weren’t for class you would forget the way his voice sounded, sometimes you wish it could forget the way he says Katie’s name, like it’s his favorite word. You nod and hum while pretending to listen, you don’t care to learn more about her than you have too, you’re scared you’ll like her too much. You count back in your head when the last time either of you have had a real conversation, you feel sick when you can’t remember. You shake your head and blink when Peter snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. 

He laughs, “Are you even listening?” 

You blink blankly, “Honestly? No.” 

Peter’s shoulders slump, “Oh.” 

You feel bad. You’re sick with self pity but still want him to feel better. 

Love is a sick monster. 

“I’m sorry, Pete. I’m just out of it today, say it again?” 

You smile at how his eyes light up, it dies when he begins to speak. 

“Ok! So Katie was telling me-” 

You look at him and nod, instead you’re thinking about wanting to lie and bed and never get out of it again. 

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You should miss Peter more but you don’t. 

You miss how it used to be with Peter, how Peter used to be with you but how it is now there was no point to miss him. 

If you were to hangout with him the conversation or attention always falls back on Katie, and the part that sucks the most is you can’t blame him at all. Because if he was yours you would only wish he’d act the same. 

Is it wrong of you to dodge Peter? Maybe, but you also didn’t have the mental capacity to deal with him much anymore. 

That’s why you’ve been ignoring his calls. 

You watch his contact photo appear, you count the vibrations and watch as the screen falls black. It’s lit with his face again, after the third round you finally pick up. 

“Hello?” 

“You’re hard to get a hold of, you know that?” 

Funny he says that, he hasn’t called or texted first in over a month. 

“I’ve been busy, what do you need?” 

Straight to the point, on Peter’s end he furrows his brows. You know he’s not calling to chat. 

“Can you come over? I need you for something.” 

It shouldn’t make your heart race but it does, he’s choosing you over her for once. Unless she’s busy, but you refuse to think about that, he’s choosing you, you’re sure of it. 

“Now?” 

“Yeah. Please.” 

He did choose you over her. 

But only because it involved something she didn’t know about. 

You’ve never heard silence quite this loud before, his bathroom is so empty of sound the reminisce drops of his earlier shower echo on the tile of his shower. You hold his skin taught as you pull the needle and thread through, you hear him hiss and can’t help the sadist in you as you tug tighter. 

He’s called you over to help patch him up. Not because he chose you but because you were his closest means of service, you had a tugging suspicion he knows you’ll do anything for him and he’s using that to his advantage right now. 

Normally you’d ask him what happened and tell him he needs to be more careful, this time you didn’t even say hello. You saw what he wanted immediately, what was understood didn’t need to be explained. 

Peter can’t stand the silence, he breaks it. 

“I know it’s late, were you doing anything?” 

The question makes something ache in you. It’s Saturday, it was your day once upon a time, doesn’t he remember? You never replaced the day, instead you sat at home and did something for yourself, a new hobby or even setting the day away to hang out on social media, projecting yourself into other people’s life. 

“No.” You counted four more stitches, then you could leave. 

“I would’ve called Kate, It’s just, you know.” He lets out a dry laugh. 

You settle your movements for a moment, he admitted what you knew but didn’t want to entirely admit. He asked you not because he wanted you, not because you’ve done this a million times before, not because you’re his best friend, not because he missed you. 

But because you weren’t her. 

You stay silent until you’re done. You’re calculated in your movements, you pull your gloves off, wrap the needle in them and toss them. Normally you’d wipe it off and patch it, he can do it himself. You stand calmly and walk around him. 

He waits until you’re in his room, he notices you gathering your things to leave, he stops you confusingly. 

“Thanks, by the way.” 

You nod. 

“Wanna stay? We can hang out if you want, Kates coming over at nine but-” 

There’s no need to let him finish what he considers an offer. 

“No, I’m just gonna head home.” 

He pauses, he can’t recall when there’s been this much tension before. He thinks before trying again. 

“You can get some pizza if you want, I haven’t ate yet today and Kate-” 

You squeeze your eyes and breathe deeply through your nose. You shoot the words out, venomously and quickly, almost amazed you have to spell them out for him. 

“I don’t think we should be friends anymore, Peter.” 

He looks down. 

He plays with his fingers. 

He breathes slowly. 

He blinks with tears in his eyes. 

He whimpers the words quietly, you have to search to hear them. 

“I know.” 

You bite at your cheek and nod. 

You know he knows now, he’s let you slip away and you know it. It was a mutual break up, you just didn’t know until now. 

“You know?” 

He knows what you’re referring to, he sighs and sits on the side of his bed. They say break ups are bad, imagine losing your best friend because you don’t love her how she wants. 

“Yeah.” 

You cross your arms, you look towards the door and imagine bolting. You can’t afford to lose the closure. 

“How long?” 

Peter sniffles and runs a hand through his hair, “I think after that saturday you canceled, I just had this feeling and the more I talked about Kate the more it sunk in.”

“It was hard, Peter. It was really hard. I couldn’t bear being around you, but I couldn’t bear being without you. I was watching myself lose you in real time, I just couldn’t handle it anymore.” 

The conformation hit Peter, he was right. The one time he didn’t want to be right and he was, he was holding out on one last line of hope that he had it all wrong, that this wouldn’t have to end with losing you. 

“I don’t want to be right this time, Y/N. Tell me it’s not true.” He doesn’t know how to be a friend without you. 

You smile sadly, you both have tears in your eyes. 

“I’m in love with you, Peter Parker. And you don’t love me back, there’s no other way this works.” You blink a tear down your face. 

Peter blinks out his own, his voice cracks. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

This isn’t how it should be, it should be different. But neither of you are sure who should change their mind. 

You shake your head, you give a teary smile and blink more tears away. 

“Don’t be. You loved me the best way you could and I can never forget that.” 

Peter cracks. He sobs, his chest carries broken cries. “I don’t know how to be without you.” 

You cry just as hard, “I don’t know either.” 

He wipes tears and breaths shakily. You follow suit. 

“But we’ll figure it out.” 

He nods, he has no words. He can’t offer you anything and knows it. 

“I don’t want you to think I’m ending this with resentment. I really like her, Peter, and I really wished I didn’t. It would make hating her a lot easier, and you’re good for her and she’s good for you and I get why you love her and I understand why she loves you. I just can’t watch you love someone the way I love you and know it will never be me.” 

He wants to apologize for not loving you how you want. 

“Can I have a hug before you go?” It’s all he wants, he just needs to feel safe for one last second. 

You oblique, you lean into him one last time. His skin is warm and flush, you forgot how sturdy he felt. His hands spread across your back, you close your eyes and melt into his touch. You can feel him one last time, it feels better savoring the moment. You miss every time you’ve taken his presence for granted. You wish you could replay a movie night one more time, or a bunk bed sleepover one more time. A grilled cheese and scrabble night, a night before May’s birthday, cake making night, just one more night where you were able to both forget how things are now. 

You pull away and smile at him, it’s going to get harder the longer you wait. 

Peter misses the days you both lived in delusion, always praying on hidden hope. He misses that secretive privacy with you, he wants one more with you. 

A lie you’ll both share. 

He catches you at the door, “Hey, you think maybe after some time we can get over this and go back to normal?” 

You turn and give a small smile. 

One last secret. 

“Maybe.” 

#peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker blurb #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter angst #peter parker

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There Is Always A Reason

Lindir of Rivendell x Reader

Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Nothing, except sappiness maybe

Author's Note: Oh hey, I made a gay elf :) -Thorne

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Relationships of the same sex amongst elves wasn’t uncommon, but it also wasn’t as occurring as the opposite sex ones. The elves had noticed with more or less speculation that it was the humans who had a lack of more understanding when it came to relationships, but then again, if humans didn’t marry and produce heirs, their race would die out—for elves, copulation wasn’t necessarily a major issue as most only ever had two or three heirs. That being said, the elves welcomed love amongst their race, never shied away from the men and women amongst themselves having relationships or attraction to the same sex.

It was, exactly that that brought him to Rivendell from Lórien. A chance at seeing the attendant of Lord Elrond while he was on guard duty for Lady Galadriel, had set his soul aflame with desire. Of course, he had to get leave from the Lady of Light herself, who saw right through his excuses with a hidden, amused smile, knowing he was a youngling, trying to impress a new love.

I just think, perhaps having a messenger between Mirkwood to Rivendell to Lórien is a thoughtful idea, My Lady.

Yes, like the messenger we already have…doing the exact description you have described.

Oh…right…yes, that messenger. I had forgotten that we already had a messenger. You know, Lady Galadriel, perhaps it would be—oh who am I trying to fib? My Lady, I want to see Lindir. That’s why I want to go. I just…want to see him again.

I know.

You know?

I know.

Right…I often forget you can see far beyond our eyes.

I do need a message taken to Rivendell. This, to my dearest Arwen, a letter for only her eyes. And this one for Elrond. Make sure they get them.

I—yes, My Lady! Thank you, My Lady!

And that was how he’d managed to get back to Rivendell, somehow ending up training some of Elrond’s soldiers as well—he hadn’t become part of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn’s personal guard without skill. It was thorough and hard work, the elves of Rivendell hadn’t seen training like this for decades, perhaps centuries at least. With the threat of Sauron gone (mostly), what battle was there to fight except for the rare orc skirmish? He knew that Lord Elrond’s men enjoyed the challenge, he also knew they absolutely hated how ragged he ran them, pushing them to even the most extremes that their race could handle. It was only three days before half the group was begging for a day of relief, and he, seeing a chance at even speaking to Lindir, agreed.

He found Lindir underneath a plum tree, singing quietly to himself as he scribbled in his notebook. It was…a breathtaking sight, to see the beams of the evening sun haloing around Lindir’s crown, the soft look on his face half shadowed, brown eyes a stunning copper, gold flecks reflecting orange in the rays. He looked beautiful. And it was the weight of his stare that caught Lindir’s attention, hair standing on the back of his neck as startled and embarrassed eyes meet lovesick ones; Lindir, in a rush, snapped the notebook shut, snapping his mouth closed and stared at him while his cheeks turned crimson.

He fumbled with the words to come out of his mouth before he settled on, “I sincerely apologize, Lindir. I meant not to disturb you.”

Lindir swallowed thickly and shook his head. “No, I was not aware that someone was here. Forgive me for not noticing your presence before, my Lord.”

“Don’t call me ‘Lord’.” He laughed, walking over to take a seat on the bench a few feet from him. “I’m simply a soldier.”

“Of high regard,” Lindir retorted. “Your father was Lord Celeborn’s right hand. You were raised in fashion similar to them.”

“Perhaps,” he said, shrugging his soldiers. “But I am no one’s lord. I am simply a soldier, as I said.”

“A good one.”

“Oh? You think so?”

Lindir cleared his throat, face hot. “I mean that I have simply seen your training as of late.”

“So, you’ve been watching?”

“Observing.”

“You could do more than observe, Lindir.”

At that, Lindir laughed in a rather surprised fashion. “I am not a fighter.”

“Oh, everyone is a fighter for something,” he replied, taking the chance to get closer to him by shifting from the bench to sit next to Lindir under the tree. “There is always something that will drive a person to pick up a weapon. Love, greed, pride, rage, grief. There is always a reason.”

“What of you?” he asked, tipping his head to the side. “What do you fight for?”

He paused, thinking deeply about Lindir’s question before he murmured, “Being a soldier is all I have ever known. It is what my father did, and it is what I was raised to do.”

“Haven’t you ever wished to do something else?”

His gaze met Lindir’s, and he said softly, “I have always wished to be someone’s one and only.”

Lindir’s cheeks tinged red again, but a rather enchanted look came over his face. “Is that so?”

“Mhm. I sometimes think about laying down my duty and going with my lover across the land. Just the two of us. Traveling, experiencing things we have never seen or done before.” He smiled. “I eventually want to settle down by the water. A small cabin. Just big enough for us. With everything we need.”

“And your one and only…” Lindir started. “Has she decided to go with you?”

He blinked, looked over at Lindir, saw the hesitation in the elf’s gaze before he chuckled under his breath and replied, “Actually, he has yet to decide anything.” Lindir’s eyebrows rose, but he said nothing. “Most likely because I have yet to court him,” he added, scratching his jaw.

“This elf…at least an elf, I assume? Where is he?”

“Oh, he is in Rivendell. I managed to get leave from Lórien to come here just to see him.”

“Truly?”

“Well, Lady Galadriel sent me with messages for her family, but in all, I am here to court him.”

“Who is it?” Lindir asked. “Is it one of the soldiers you are training?” he seemed to think to himself. “That would make much sense if it were.”

He sighed fondly at the melodist before he rose and plucked a soft, pink, plum blossom from the branch of the tree, bent down and gently placed it behind Lindir’s ear, unable to help but trace the elf’s soft cheek as he pulled back.

“It is, in fact, not one of the soldiers I am training, but someone of much more esteemed company.” He smiled warmly at the look of pure shock on Lindir’s face that quickly changed into a giddy, almost flustered look. “I should retire for the evening though. I know training tomorrow will be much more difficult.” As he walked off, he paused, turned, and asked, “Lindir, would you like to accompany me on a ride tomorrow evening? Just the two of us?”

Lindir’s heart pounded in his chest, and he nodded his head, the corners of his lips rising into a smile. “Yes, I—I would love to.”

He smiled, nodded once, and replied, “Then I shall find you tomorrow evening. Until then, Lindir.”

#lindir x reader #lindir x reader imagine #lindir x reader imagines #lindir imagines #lindir imagine #lindir #lindir of rivendell x reader #lindir of rivendell x reader imagines #lindir of rivendell x reader imagine #lindir of rivendell imagines #lindir of rivendell imagine #lindir of rivendell #lord elrond #elrond peredhel #elrond #lady galadriel #galadriel #lord celeborn #celeborn #lotr #lord of the rings

[000life-is-meaningless000]

Law's are Useless, we don't need Law and Order, We Need Dominance and Supremacy.

The world needs to know that morals are a mental illness, and Extremely Schizophrenic.

We also need to do is to unite, the world also needs a much less amount of people as well too many assholes too many sinners too many fucking heretics the abrahamic faith needs to be completely fucking destroyed and erased and a lot of pagans are assholes.

Satanism needs to fucking die out, the world needs a lot of good things but it can't have any of them because the weak and inferior rule this world they massively overpopulated, even if you had a massive mouse population eventually they would kill all the humans, and then they would die a starvation.

I care not if it's immoral, the world Need's to become a superior place to conquer other worlds and not give a fuck about what anybody thinks, the Creatur's of 🌎 should be superior and women should Devour the life of other worlds and care not for an army should come out of her womb.

Baby after baby as the women's stand 9 ft tall and Men stand six if not five.

We need a world of worth you know world of value but every time I come with good idea how to make things better or anybody else we are screamed down for being immoral and mentally ill by a society that is insane and weak.

Stupid people hate smart people, weak people hate strong people and crazy people hate Sane people.

your immoral and psychotic for wanting absolute power on supremacy of the universe, even though we make up less than an atomic fraction of the whole fucking Multiverse, you are an absolute monster for trying to conquer other worlds wipe out other race alien race in the universe and show off your Divinity is Greater than theirs.

🤨 - Oh ?! Ok, Buddy Retard !

Doesn't matter no one's ever going to listen to me no one ever does, if one is Reading this and wanted to know what supremacy who supremacy I vote for Female supremacy to be honest cuz women are much better than men.

But, Then again that's from the planet I came from Before I was Forced here ( 👽👽👽 ) even though the world was a matriarch and women would slaughter one another for men, and they Were extremely cannibalistic and dominant as fuck it was men that ruled the bedroom even though women would eat the men dominate The Man kill men for fun it did not matter there was so many people on the goddamn world so many insectoids it's only life forms everywhere that the women could slaughter all day everyday and commit Mass genocide and they wouldn't do a fraction of damage in the numbers of the world.

But, that is not here and now.

. . . . . . .

I'm very aware of where I am, I'm so trying to give the truth of the keys of success even though everyone's calling me every goddamn name of the damn book people can't shut the fuck up and people turn their fucking mouth to a minigun and let it rip right at me and fucking hate this world you can when I ever when I get my goddamn way the world actually comes a wonderful fucking place.

There's a Reason why Fairyland is Fairyland because insectoids only bred with the absolute strongest and best of their kind and they eliminated the weak if not just cannibalistically devour them that was the women not the men because the women were sacred and the women will worship the men but they still knew that was more sacred, sacred-er !

but the women will still deeply love the man and worship them to in a way.

we also would worship each other's, Ego.

. . .

we would empower one another but the women will all about domination and destruction and devouring all life if not just slaughtering everything in their path but they're Almighty feminate Wrath.

they truly were more violent than Mortal Kombat and I played a lot of Mortal Kombat my fucking life and other fighting games and they were ( the fairy women aka Insectoid ) So God damn violent they made Mortal Kombat look like it was fucking family friendly, and for kids.

🙁

I hate this world that I'm in and I'm on and I don't know if they ever get any better I'm sick and tired of the humans and they're in completely shit for brains, I'm tired of being shun and calling more on evil I'm tired of being called a psychopath and mentally ill I'm tired of all our intelligence Supremes Superior ways that got nothing but good things happen I'm tired of them all being hated by an inferior retarded dumbass race a species that's doomed to go extinct.

A species that's obsessed with their goddamn Light Side it won't even acknowledge their dark side so yet they're doomed to go extinct they will not love themselves entirely only part of themselves when you must love your dark side as much as you love your light side.

😡 - IDIOT'S ! ! ! ! !

But, oh no I'm a piece of shit ?

I'm a bad man !

I'm a real bad man ! ! !

oh God forgive me !

as aliens do the very goddamn thing throughout the universe that I suggested for a fucking supremacy for this world I'm not saying any race I'm not saying really any gender besides female because they need to be fucking Superior they are lacking in so many God damn fucking ways I think all the power and all the strength and all the money and all the resources is just go to the fucking women.

Boost them up and make them God damn Ultra Almighty.

😡 - I hate my fucking life, I just want to go home with things were right and intelligence with bread widely.

wear them with a heart or the morals didn't get in the way of the progress and the success or supremacy and domination weren't dirty words.

for being Almighty and dominant in the universe would understand to be a holy thing for a world that understood that they were a team against the universe and that there is no such thing as a friend out there 🌌

but sadly I live in a world where I can't find the other hybrids of my people 🧚🏻‍♀️/👽/🧚🏻‍♂️

and every time I bring it up people just thinks Schizo.

🙁/😠

i Don't Belong, Here -> 🌎 <- This is Not My Home !

#Black Pill #Fae #Insectoid #Alien #Red Pill #human extinction #EndTimes #LastDays #Chaos #Idiot's

[dishoneykisses]

My list so far! And most of these fics are under 15K

Thirty Days by Adure (E, Complete, 11,570K)

Tags:

Orgas Delay/Denial, Friends to Lovers, Sexua Tension, Hair-pulling, Questioning Steve Harrington, Hint of a foot ftish, Mastbation, Exhibitionm, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Multiple Orgas, Edging

Summary:

“Okay, you should probably leave,” Eddie says quietly, hand slipping underneath the blanket. His other hand reaches for the remote and he pauses the movie.

“Why?” 

“‘Cause I’m going to jerk off.”

Steve's mouth is dry. His body is heavy. “I don’t want to go.”

“Fine." Eddie leans his head back against the wall, reveals the column of his throat. "Stay.”

(Robin and Steve make a bet. Eddie is… unhelpful.)

A/B/O Thread By SkitchSkatch (Short Thread, E)

Tags: No concerning tags.

Summary:

Steve is in the hallway when he catches the scent. He's only been a fully-fledged alpha for a week and adjusting to his heightened senses.

Putting away his books his nose twinges as the scent of smoked oak wafts into his face. Fresh morning grass and mint.

Relax (lay it back) by Gorgeousgreymatter, wynnyfryd (E, Complete, 1,327K)

Tags:

Light Dom/sub, Soft Dom, Ana Fingering, Oral Se, Aftercare, So Much Aftercare, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol

Summary:

“May I?” Steve asks, and it’s all the warning Eddie gets before a broad palm splays flat across his lower back, pushing his ass toward the mat while the other hand snakes around his front and gently curls over his hip bone. “How’s that?”

“Nngh,” is all Eddie manages to say, strangled by exertion and arousal and pure fucking— he doesn’t even know what. It sounds like a garbage disposal grinding a fork inside his head.

Steve just laughs, amused but not unkind, and he pushes a little harder and says, “Here, try dropping to your knees,” keeping Eddie in alignment as he guides his lower body to the floor. “Don’t want you to hurt your back.”

The hand at the base of Eddie’s spine slides up, claps him on the shoulder, and then Steve’s upside down smile is swinging into view, his hair flopping over his handsome face. “Better?” he winks, and no, that’s so much worse.

Five times yoga instructor Steve teaches Eddie how to chill the fuck out, and the one time he learns his lesson.

Shot Right Through by entanglednow (E, Complete, 1,979K)

Tags:

Piercings, Genit Piercing

Summary:

Steve overhears a conversation between Eddie and Robin, and then spends a few weeks trying to think of anything else.

Help You Out by oakenorcrist (E, Complete, 6,327K)

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Die, Porn Watching, Han Jobs, Blo Jobs.

Summary:

“Yep, and we’ve arrived at why I’m so out of it today,” Steve admits. Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up in amusement and he gestures for Steve to continue. “I came into work today with a plan, right? I was gonna march into the Adult section and get a tape and finally know, right? But when I checked, it turns out we don’t carry any gay pornos! Shocker, I know.”

“Really?” Eddie asks. “Not one?”

“Nope. Family Video, you know, we only carry good Christian pornos of men brutalizing women in here.”

or,

Steve is in the middle of a sexuality crisis when Eddie walks into Family Video with an offer he can't refuse.

Steddie + Hide and Seek Thread By beetlescanwrite (E)

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

steve’s trying to stifle his laughter as he stumbles down the hallway, when he’s suddenly being tugged into a closet.

“shh, c’mon, c’mon—“ eddie shuts the door behind them before turning back around.

The Bartender Was A Trap By MixAddams (E, Complete, 1,878K)

Tags:

Dom/sub Undertones, subspace if you squint,

Summary:

Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Steve was just naturally amazing at DND?

Like he can see the strategy clear as day and can’t understand why the other players are taking so long to decide on their next move. He’s never caught by surprise by the story. He built his nearly flawless absolute weapon of a character in less than twenty minutes.

Eddie fucking hates it but oh boy does it turn him on

Or

Steve rails Eddie while talking about D&D

Do Me, Baby by beetlesandstars (E, complete, 4,704K)

Tags:

harrington has body dysmorphia

Summary:

Steve takes a breath, fiddling with the phone cord. "Look, tell me to shut up, but, um. I could, like… help you?”

A pause. Then, voice disbelieving, Eddie says, "Help me?"

“Yeah, like, talk you through it.” Steve cringes. He sounds so stupid. Hi, Eddie! Want me to teach you how to jerk off again?

(Eddie confides in Steve, and Steve takes it upon himself to help him.)

Boys will be boys Thread by Kaz (E, Short Thread)

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

Steve and Eddie getting off together as friends in bed together because that’s what friends do, right? It doesn’t mean anything.

Boys will be boys.

Steddie A/O/B Thread by Knoxious (Fluff, Short Thread)

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

Steve accidentally making a nest while staying over at Eddie's house for the first time. He'd never been allowed a proper nest at home, his father (an omega) held the strong opinion that omegas should only nest once theyre mated.

praise kink by Knoxious (E, Short Thread)

Tags:

Dom/Sub

Summary:

Eddie was a dom, a very loving, selfless, and caring dom. He slowly introduced Steve to the lifestyle, slowly tested each bit and piece of bdsm that he was into.

make some room by Adure (E, Fluff, Complete, 15,164K)

Relationships:

Chrissy Cunningham/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Threesome - F/M/M

Tags:

Under-negotiated Kink, Chrissy Cunningham has two boyfriends, Voyeurism, not a cheating fic

Summary:

Eddie, down on his luck and back in Hawkins, crashes on his friends' couch while he licks his wounds. Steve and Chrissy, the perfect couple for as long as Eddie's known them, seem to be happy to have him there.

So why the hell does Chrissy keep hitting on him?

a/b/o + soulmates AU Thread By Maya | blue on blue era (E, Short thread)

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

soulmates AU where your presentation isn’t based on anatomy. Steve and Eddie are both enby omegas who grow up really differently. Steve thinks he’ll be an Alpha, Eddie is unsure of himself. They’re strangers.

Critical Hit by AidaRonan (E, Complete, 7,102K)

Tags:

Dom/sub, hints of hurt/comfort, Subspace

Summary:

Steve shows up to play DnD.

Eddie decides Steve can stay. IF 'King Steve' recognizes the real lord and master of Hellfire.

Melding Together by MistyMurks (E, Fluff, Complete, 1,578K)

Tags:

Consensual Somnophilia, soft dynamics

Summary:

Wind billowed above him as he lay in a wide open space. Soft tall grass surrounded him, swaying gently as the sun filtered through onto his face. He felt light, weightless like a cloud on a bright spring day.

So lulled into calm by the serene dream, Steve didn’t even flinch when he felt hands ghost over his skin.

Or Steve has the best dream ever. Only it's not just a dream.

(Don't judge me) Daddy!Steve Thread By SkitchSkatch (E, Theres a part 2)

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

Eddie was the one who kissed first. They'd been dancing around each other, heated looks across rooms, little inside jokes that tipped into flirting, and sharing the bed when the nightmares get too much.

Dom Steve Thread By SkitchSkatch (E, Short Thread)

Tags:

Dom/Sub

Summary:

Eddie doesn't notice till he's already put his briefs on, wobbled out into the kitchen, and made his coffee.

A slight breeze is what gives it away.

NSFW Steddithan By SkitchSkatch (E, Short Thread)

Relationships: Jonathan/Eddie/Steve, Threesome

Tags:

No concerning tags

Summary:

Jonathan liked being friends with Eddie, great weed even thought was Hawkins, good conversation even though their music was different.

But he especially loved the cock service when ever he came over.

Warmth by starfishsquish (E, Complete, 2,312K)

Relationships: Jonathan/Eddie/Steve, Threesome

Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Spitroasting, Autistic Jonathan Byers, Overstimulation, Polyamory, Creep Jonathan Byersbut in a good way

Summary:

Jonathan is very familiar with the feeling of "too much." It had got him branded as a "sensitive kid", the way he'd have to clamp his hands over his ears and cry when the classroom got too loud, or if the tag of his shirt was pricking his neck. As he got older, he found other ways to live with it. Loud music to dull his senses, earmuffs to block out the buzzing noises of the house while he slept, t-shirts soaked overnight in fabric softener with the tags picked out with nail scissors. He's learnt to live with overstimulation, yes— but it's never been his friend.

one hand gripping the wheel by starryeyedjanai (E, Complete, 2,138K)

Tags:

Semi-Public

Summary:

Eddie's driving, and he's got one hand on Steve's thigh. It's right after his concert just ended, so Eddie's still pretty hyped up and keeps running his hand up and down Steve's thigh.

Steve has already said something along the lines of, "if you keep that up…" to which Eddie stilled his hand, but kept his fingertips tucked into the warmth of the space between Steve's thighs.

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #fic rec #strangerthings #stranger things #stranger things fic #Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates #eddie x chrissy #steve x chrissy

[alexjcrowley]

Miss Kringle's fate: A Useless Essay on the Masks of Abuse and Respecting Equilibriums

(Spoiler for Gotham s2)

I am watching season 2 of Gotham and I finally came to the death of Miss Kringle. I'll have to make a premise: I knew she was going to die already (I spoiled myself quite a lot of the show) and Edward was going to kill her. I had thought, knowing nothing more than these two pieces of information, I would hated Edward for this death. I thought he was going to make a 180 degrees turn, become all of a sudden a horrible man who kills the woman who maybe wanted to break up with him, the epitomy of the violent misogynist. I was wrong, and I am pleased about it. I still think Edward is misogynist, just not in the way I think he would have been, in a way I find more sophisticated.

First of all, to analyse Miss Kringle's death, we have to understand why she was killed. I am usually hesitant to automatically define the killing of every woman as a feminicide, I prefer to use that term only when the motive behind the killing of a woman is directly connected to her gender. What I mean is, if there's a bank robbery and they kill a woman because she was the banker and the thugs needed her dead to steal the money, I personally prefer to simply use the word homicide. If a woman is killed by her partner because she wanted to leave them, especially if that partner is a man, I call that feminicide. That's probably just me, but I say that because I thought, before watching the scene, Edward was going to kill Miss Kringle just because she wanted to leave him. It has to be acknowledged he had another reason for his actions, maybe even more important than the fail of their relationship, which is that she was threatening to tell the police he had killed Tom Dougherty. Ed's reaction does not only depend on his broken heart, but on a very practical reason: he doesn't want to go to jail. As much as he seems to only ask for Kristen not to insult him, there are other reasonings in action behind he keeping her mouth shut and stopping her from leaving the apartment. He doesn't just kill her because "woman weak, man strong, man needs to teach woman lesson". He isn't showing he is the strongest in the relationship, he is trying to protect himself. Does that mean he is not guilt of misogyny? Hell no. But I love how the show treats that.

You see, I was worried Edward was going to turn into Dougherty n. 2, especially with the Riddler saying things like Miss Kringle owed them her love and that women likes their guys a little violent. You have become the very thing you swore to destroy, blah blah blah. But that's not wbat the show does, it's not the Riddler to kill Miss Kringle, it's Edward, and he does it staying true to himself.

Let's get a clear vision of the situation: Edward fucked up by telling Miss Kringle he killed Officer Dougherty. It may surprise you what I am going tp tell you, but I understand Edward. First of all, he was genuinely trying to reassure Miss Kringle. The poor girl was worried she was going to get killed for having another boyfriend, Edward was trying to bring her out of her paranoia. Second: there are moments you feel so connected and so in love with someone, you think you could tell them anything. Spoiler: you can't. Most of the time, you fuck up by being too blunt or revealing them something bad about you, this very romantic idea that your person will love forever and ever the entirety of you is not very realistic. I blame lots of romance books, movies and shows for planting this idea into our head, and especially movies for making us believe that real life is just like a film, that there are scenes too romantic and perfect to be spoiled by a single wrong comment. Usually, when you fuck up a moment like that in real life, you are not confessing a murder to your loved one. Edward was, bad luck. I mentioned romance books and movies and tv shows because I genuinely believe Edward mainly relies, on the subject of romance, on those rather than real life experience. I think Edward thought for a moment he was in a movie and he was the hero, now that he got the girl the story simply ended with a "and they lived happily ever after", nothing could ever change that.

Now Miss Kringle's reaction is completely understandable, she gets scared and she starts insulting Edward. Was that the best strategy to go out of that situation? No, of course not, but can you blame her? She just found out her boyfriend is murderer, and quite proud of it.

Anyway, that's when the fun starts. As I said before, Edward DOES NOT switch to the Riddler, he stays himself the entire time. We have to analyse his words and his actions separately.

Let's start with his words. He is pleading. He is embarrassed, he is ashamed, he is clearly losing the verbal debate. Miss Kringle is the aggressive one, Edward is helpless, almost at loss for words, he just prays not to be insulted. He tries to keep repeating his reasons behind his action, but that just makes things worse (Kristen calls him a stalker). This guy is fragile. His ego was already shattered and Kristen is basically beating a dead horse. Miss Kringle is winning, Edward is losing, badly. He is the scared, he is making up excuses, she is insulting him and threatening him. He keeps showing devotion and love to her hoping this will calme her down. He doesn't suddenly turn Tom Dougherty, he doesn't go "You stupid bitch, I saved you, you owe me!", consciously he is aware he is wrong. His words are the part of himself he can control, and with that part he begs for forgiveness and pity. If we were to only hear their dialogue, I'd imagine she is throwing stuff at him while he is curled in fetal position on the floor. Even her more cutting insults don't make him consciously retaliate against her, threating her to kill her like he did with her ex boyfriend, Edward is acting like the weak one.

Now switch it up, and let's analyse their actions: Miss Kringle is running away, logically, Edward is chasing her. I think their movements represent what they're truly feeling in the moment. They have control over their words but their movements reveal their intentions: Miss Kringle may appear aggressive with the insults, but she is scared and she knows she is the one in danger, she wants to get out of the apartment. Obviously Edward is chasing her to regain, at least physically, some closeness, but then, when she tries to run away completely from the apartment he doesn't simply follow her in the stairs or even the streets, he keeps her in the apartment with physical strength. He is asking for forgiveness on the outside, on the inside he knows he also needs to worry about not ending up in prison, and that's what will happen if he let Kristen go. She hits him multiple times, he is hurt, physically and emotionally, but he has a frenzy in his movements, he doesn't take the time to check his wounds, bring a hand to his face, he is immediately on her. Because he knows he is in danger. Because he knows that Kristen's forgiveness is very important, but that he does not end up in jail is even more important, it doesn't matter if he deserves it or not. He doesn't threaten her with words, he is not ready to acknowledge that, but his actions speak clear.

The scene when Edward holds Miss Kringle tp the door saying he would never hurt her, that he is a good man, while he is choking her and putting a hand on her mouth shows greatly this dissonance between words and actions, in his conscious side and unconscious side. Even then, he is not threatening her consciously. He truly believes himself a hero, he is not lying when he says he doesn't want to hurt her.

And that is the reason I like so much how Gotham treats abuse in relationships.

Edward doesn't need to become Dougherty in order to become an abuser. There's a not a magical revelation in which oh, look at that, Edward is actually exactly like Tom, and he starts acting like him and that's who he truly was all along. Edward and Tom are different people, not all abuse look the same and not all abusers act the same, because abuse has different faces, both Tom's and Edward's.

And it's especially great that we see Edward's abuse because it goes to show that just because someone doesn't believe himself an abuser it doesn't mean he is not one. Edward stood up against Tom's abuse but he couldn't see his own. Edward genuinely thought he was acting good in Miss Kringle's regards and him holding her down towards the door, well, it was just a minor thing to keep himself out of jail, it's not like he wanted to hurt her.

Abusers aren't always villains with an evil plan to lure you in a relationship just to hurt you, they may not even realise they're doing wrong (which certainly does NOT excuse them) and I love Gotham for showing this. In the same way Edward did not realise hebwas hurting, to the point of killing, Miss Kringle, even Tom Dougherty didn't think he was abusing her, he just thought "that's how you treat women". Edward may become a supervillain later on the show, but at this point he is just man convinced he is doing no harm to this woman. Because he doesn't want to harm her he is convinced he is not harming her. Because the reason he is choking her and shutting her up is simply because he doesn't want to go to jail and not purposefully hurting her he is convinced he is not harming her. By my definition of a feminicide I gave before, Edward would say it's not what happened, he didn't want to kill her, he didn't want to hurt, he loved her so he can't be guilty of feminicide, but he is. He just doesn't realise it.

Edward is not Tom, he doesn't think he is the strong man who can take down a fragile woman, his ego doesn't get a boost how that he's proved himself to be stronger than a fragile girl, he knows murder is wrong. He never shows to think less of a woman because she is a woman, he is the first to notice and denounce an abuse, he is lean and lanky, he doesn't look like a gorilla who would attack you, more like a shaking leaf you could easily push around. Still, monsters come in more shapes than one.

I want to be extra fair in this analysis so I'll add even something more about Edward's actions. I have seen a few video essays on Gotham and what they all say is that the city is the true main character, the city shapes his characters and leads them into impossible situations that force them to change and act in ways they would have never dreamed of. I think this becomes incredibly evident in Edward's actions towards Tom Dougherty and Miss Kringle.

I'll start by saying this: I justify Edward's murder of Tom Dougherty. And not because Tom is an abuser (although this obviously makes me sympathise with Edward more than with Tom), but because it was the only way out. Listen to me.

Gotham (the show) spends so much time telling us police is corrupted to the bone and cops often cover eachothers' backs, even when the backs they're covering are guilty of serious crimes. This means that denouncing the abuse Miss Kringle was receiving from Dougherty was not only probably useless, but even dangerous. At best, it would have brought to nothing, Dougherty's colleagues would have said Miss Kringle or Edward were lying (and, especially with Edward, they would have tried to say that he was the creep that was making shit up because of his jealousy); at worst, not only that, but Edward would have got retaliation (probably physical, they would have seriously beaten him up) and the abuse on Miss Kringle would have worsened, as a way to intimidate her from ever trying to come forward again.

If you're thinking of some plot of "making Officer Dougherty leave Miss Kringle/falling for someone else", this does NOT solve the situation, it just means a different woman from Miss Kringle would have ended up abused.

The only solution is, sadly, to do justice by oneself, and that involves violence. Now, Edward use the most extreme option, murder, but let's be honest: it's not like he could ever beat Tom up. And even if he could, Tom would have beaten the shit out of him 10 times worse with the help of his friends. It solves nothing. As sad as it is, unless Edward decided to go to Jim Gordon, The Most Honest Man In Gotham, hoping he could something and quickly, murder is the most obvious solution. Edward could not risk Gordon's involvement to make things worse (and also there's this thing that maybe you don't want to advertise that someone is being abused, the abused person has the right not to want the word to spread and Jim isn't exactly subtle). Anyway, Jim Gordon's involvement was not a guarantee of solving the situation, and again, you fail the first time, Dougherty and his pals become more aggressive and dangerous.

Murder is, technically, always a solution for things, I have to add. You don't want to take a test in school because you know you'll fail? You could technically kill your teacher. Emphasis of technically. That would make you not do the test. Of course you don't murder your teacher for a test, it's an absurd and far fetched solution, a test isn't worth a human life and there hundreds of solutions in between murder and accepting to fail the test (copying the test, not showing up, etc.).

The thing with Gotham (the city) is that it's so filthy and corrupted that even something like murder, which is the last solution you should ever turn to, suddenly becomes a very valid option to consider, especially with a situation as serious as abuse. I don't think Edward was crazy to kill Dougherty, I think he was logical. I think he understood way better than Miss Kringle how things work in Gotham.

Again, Edward is a very logical person. He kills Dougherty because it's the only way to get efficiently rid of the problem, he holds Kristen down and doesn't let her leave the apartment because otherwise she would have got him in jail, he holds his hand over her mouth because her screams would have alarmed the other residents of his building. I am sure part of him also subconsciously knew that choking her and simultaneously blocking her respiratory tracts was going to kill her, but it was the same subconscious part that decided Edward being free was more important than Kristen being alive.

Truly, if we take into consideration how Gotham (the city) works, how it's based on an equilibrium of giving and taking, we may as well put the blame of Kristen's death on Kristen herself. When Edward confesses what he had to do to free her for her abuser and he explains his reasons, he has more of a point than he himself realises. He made a sacrifice to the city of Gotham, he took a life, Tom's, to save another one, Kristen's. Kristen is horrified by Edward's actions, which translates directly in being horrified by Gotham's logic.

She tries to do the right thing. The right thing is not compromising, is telling Edward he is a monster and she'll send him to jail. But she dies, because Gotham doesn't work like that, you don't win doing the right thing. She would have got more chances to win if she pretended to think Edward her hero, to think his actions brave, for the moment, and the day after, at work, she would have confessed everything to the police (people hate Edward Nygma, they would have believed her). She could have asked Edward to give her Dougherty's badge as a proof of his love and later present it to the police as proof of the murder. But that, you see, would have involved foul play, that is the way of Gotham Kristen simply abhors. So she uncover all of her cards and she starts screaming insults and she dies for that, because she refused to bend to the rules of the city.

Edward, instead, understands them very well. When he had to choose between Miss Kringle and his moral principles, he chose Miss Kringle. When he had to choose between Miss Kringle and himself, he understood he couldn't have both, and ultimately, even subconsciously, he killed Miss Kringle. He chose himself.

It's not an easy choice, those are true tears he cries over her dead body, but nonetheless he understood he had to choose. And he did, and that's why Gotham granted him to survive another day. The city is alive and controls all of his inhbitants, the ones who thrive are the ones who understands this do ut des, this constant give and take not even Jim Gordon, the epitome of the honest man, can escape, and that's why he bends to asking and doing favours for the Penguin.

Miss Kringle was asked to choose, live a life happily ever after with Edward and a dark secret or denounce Edward when she could, the only two rational options. She chose the third, to get out of the game, to scream and throw the chess board in the air. Refusing to play the game simply means to die in Gotham, and that was the fate she sealed for herself.

The only one who truly always wins is Gotham itself.

I know this is like a lot for somebody who has just started season 2 and it's definitely overthinking and if you're read until this point wow I'm impressed but Gotham burdens me with thoughts

#gotham #gotham fox #long post #essay #kristen kringle #miss kringle #edward nygma #the riddler #character analysis #tom dougherty

[lowlyroach]

1092) another cigarette, please

hang out with the rest of our friends

yeah,

the ferris wheel is still there.

we find ways to spend our time

eating too much

my stomach is wrathfully full

i tell Grant im tired of eating

we go to the Garden of the Gods

but You're not here.

You're not here.

we go to an artsy place

walk around for a few hours

we didn't finish the mystery game

everyone was hungry

except me

but why is that stranger wearing Your face?

neck starts its tics

brain itches

Grant is feeling similarly

ive got bad brain. he says

me too.

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

when we get back to the hotel

he wants to go outside

i know why.

can i join you?

sure.

so we

smoke cigarettes

that's what You told me to do, right?

that one time?

would You hate me for thinking of that?

i forgot your wording, but i remembered just now while typing

i told Grant about it

let's die a little faster.

we talk about You

and You

and You

and the ferris wheel

and how i was

sexually abused by my brother

ive never said that out loud before

its mostly glossed over

not for lack of caring

i havent posted that poem yet

and he talks about

his ex (pseudo ex?)

his You, in a way.

that lives up here

do you think it ever stops?

no. he replies

the look in his eyes

he knows.

yeah, i know.

-

cigarettes, a pause

more cigarettes

i suck them down like candy

throat burns

lungs burn

more cigarettes, please

will i finally get cancer

like i wished for at 18?

i flatten the earth as i smoke

is it to distract myself from You,

as we talk about You?

we're both shivering but we

keep standing in the snow

until it hurts

feet are numb

more cigarettes, please

im shivering madly

another cigarette, please

i still haven't seen Her face

i guess i could show you

(how do you forget that)

only if it won't make it hurt.

nah, i check everyday, just to see if it says 'Married'

yeah, She's pretty.

look at Her! She's everything. i'd kill for Her, i'd do anything

look at Her! look at Her! wow.

-

something about freezing makes you think less

your mind can't focus on anything else

his new boyfriend is a serious downgrade

he's got a new boyfriend? that's good, i hope he's happy

he's so fucked up for what he did to you.

i just hope he's happy.

(never find peace. never? why did you say that to me?)

we went on a double date, at the fair

ah, the F word

cmon man...

now we're here and there's the wheel right there, staring at me.

i can't get away from it.

-

you gonna bang Kat?

no. im not interested in women anymore.

i thought you werent interested in men, anymore?

i dont think im interested in anybody

you're both gonna be super drunk, did you take that into account?

yeah. i dont think itll change much.

-

it feels good to freeze and the only thing

you can warm your hands with, is a cigarette

it feels like being homeless, that feels right

i give it a try and yeah,

he's right.

i leave half of the conversation in my head

ive never been one for speaking my mind

half of the meanings, the clarifications, the answers, the questions

left behind

i tell him. (You'd hate me for it)

things ive never mentioned to anyone

he tells me

things he's never mentioned to anyone

that damn wheel is still there

i want to get a ferris wheel tattoo

you-. Yeah, i don't blame you.

and why were You on that strangers face?

why was that stranger wearing Your face?

why did i keep seeing Her around this place?

we go inside and i watched

Princess Mononoke

with Grant

originally i canceled my plans with him

to watch it with You.

but where were You?

where were You?

where were

You?

where were

You?

SHE'S NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE'S STILL NOT GOING TO CALL

SHE WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ROACH

KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT AND

STAY. OUT. OF. THE. WAY.

i want to bury my hands in the snow till they cant move

what does that feel like?

is that a sensation worth experiencing?

can i put cigarettes out on my own skin?

another cigarette, please

ash it down till it burns my mouth

i'm getting ready to scream.

i smell like ten cigarettes.

#1227 #poem #poetry #twcpoetry #poeticstories