#catcalling and whistling and stuff like that

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Here's my submission for Day 2 of Ronancetober. Warning, there is the mention of blood and drinking blood and slight mention of men being assholes. If that's triggering, then I suggest you don't read this one. If it's not, I hope you enjoy!

Day 2: Monstrous

Nancy looked around nervously, tightening her grip on her purse so much that her knuckles started turning white. She licked her suddenly dry lips, picking up her pace as she was unable to shake the feeling of unease. She ignored the wolf whistles and catcalls thrown her way, simply wanting this nightmare of a day to be over.

To start the day off, she had forgotten to reset her alarm the night before, meaning she was running thirty minutes behind schedule this morning. She then had the humiliating experience of entering the classroom after the lecture had already begun, earning the disgruntled stares, giggles, and whispers of her fellow peers. Her teacher then decided that she was to present her project first since she had thought she was better than everyone else in the class because she showed up late.

She reluctantly did so, ignoring the patronizing looks shot her way as her teacher observed with no visible signs as to whether or not he was impressed by her project or not. She then had a test in her next class that she had no time to study for. Nancy had tried, but Mike and his rowdy friends had made it nearly impossible to concentrate on her notecards. She complained to her mother and father, but nothing came of it.

Ted didn't do anything about it, simply grunting in agreement that the group in their basement was being loud. Karen had tried to tell them to keep it down, but all that earned her was a shouting match with Mike which ended with both parties mad at the other, causing Karen to give up on scolding her son and Mike to become even louder just to annoy them. And it worked, for Nancy simply scowled at her parents and stormed up the steps, slamming her bedroom door shut and locking it so she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone else.

When it came to lunch, Nancy made a face of disgust when she realized she had forgotten to grab her already packed lunch from the fridge, meaning she would have to eat the rather unpleasant food provided by the high school cafeteria. She normally wasn't all that picky when it came to eating food, but the cafeteria food was on a different level. It looked and smelled like something a prison would serve. She ended up eating a small portion of the salad before ultimately giving up, tossing the entire tray into the garbage and heading to her next class fifteen minutes early.

Her day had only gotten progressively worse. Someone had spilled their water bottle when they were walking past her desk, ruining all the notes she had taken for her History class in the past two days. She had been bumped into in the hallway when she was switching her stuff out in her locker, causing everything to scatter all over the hallway floor. And to top it all off, she had forgotten the homework for her English class on her nightstand in her room, earning her an F on the assignment and bringing her total grade down to a C.

So yeah, Nancy wasn't in the best mood. And she certainly didn't want to deal with all these pigs that called themselves men. All she wanted to do was climb into bed and forget the horrible day she had been having.

Unfortunately, she had promised Jonathan she would come out to this bar that didn't give a shit about the fact that underage teens had fake ID’s and were getting blackout drunk. He had wanted to go to see his boyfriend, Steve, who had picked up a part-time job there over the summer after his parents decided he needed some “working class experience” before they decided to pay for him to go to college.

After being hit on the entire night by drunk, sleazy men, she had told Jonathan she was going to call it a night. He had wanted to give her a ride home to make sure she got home safe, but she insisted she would be fine walking home on her own. She had wished him and Steve a good night and told them she'd see them in school tomorrow before exiting the bar.

Suddenly, she was wishing she had taken Jonathan up on her offer. Not only did she feel uneasy with all the men ogling her and shouting sexual innuendos at her, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being stalked. The thing was, she couldn't see anyone following her. She reached into her purse, clutching the pepper spray Steve had given her when she turned eighteen, stating he wanted her to have a way to protect herself, just in case.

She shivered as a breeze washed over her, clutching the pepper spray in her hand tightly as she traveled down a dim-lit alley. She had no other choice but to head this way because they had begun construction on the way she normally walked to get home, meaning the entire street was blocked off. Her eyes bounced back and forth, looking for any signs of anything unnatural.

She gasped when she was suddenly pressed against the brick wall, slender hands pinning her own against the wall, causing her to drop the spray.

“It'll be much less painful if you don't resist,” a husky voice rasped in her ear, causing goosebumps to appear along her entire body.

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Nancy demanded, stifling a groan when kisses were pressed along her jawline and down her throat, hot puffs of breath hitting her neck right at her pulse point.

“Oh Nancy,” the woman purred, nuzzling her face in the crook of Nancy's neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to memorize her scent. “I've been watching you for weeks. Waiting for you to be alone. Waiting so I could have you all to myself."

“What are you—”

Nancy was cut off abruptly as the woman bit down. She gasped at that, euphoria traveling throughout her entire body at the unusual sensation. She whimpered, tilting her head to the side, giving the vampire more room to work.

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered once she had pulled her mouth away, soothing Nancy by licking the open wound until there was nothing left but two little pinpricks.

“God Rob,” Nancy groaned, turning in the taller girl's arms and smashing their lips together.

Robin moaned in delight, eyes fluttering shut as her hands traveled down to Nancy’s waist, pulling the younger woman flush against herself. Tongue and teeth, in Robin's case fangs, crashing against one another in a rather heated exchange.

Nancy was the one to pull away, grinning up at her girlfriend as she reached up with her thumb to wipe away a smatter of blood at the corner of Robin's mouth. “That was quite the experience, love,” she said, tracing her now bloody thumb against Robin's lower lip.

Her eyes darkened in arousal as Robin took her thumb into her mouth, sucking it clean before lightly nipping at the finger in her mouth, showing off her gleaming white, razor sharp fangs.

“I was just doing what you wanted me to do,” Robin replied, grinning widely at Nancy's playful eye roll. She reached down to pick up the pepper spray Nancy had dropped in her surprise, tucking it back into her girlfriend's purse, zipping it shut afterwards.

“Whatever,” Nancy scoffed, squealing when Robin picked her up as if she was as light as a feather. Her legs automatically wound around the older woman’s waist, knowing that Robin would never drop her. As dangerous as the vampire was, she would never do anything to harm Nancy. Unless, of course, the blue-eyed woman asked for it, like she had tonight.

“Hey, I'm not the one who fantasized about being attacked by a monstrous being in the middle of the night in a darkened alley.”

“Maybe not, but you were certainly into it.”

“That's because I’m into you. I’d do anything for you. You’re my person, Nancy Wheeler.”

“I know,” Nancy whispered, playing with the baby hairs at the nape of Robin’s neck as she looked directly into her eyes. “You're my person too, Robin Buckley.”

Robin smiled at her, once again showing off her very pointy fangs. “Would you like me to take you home?”

Nancy smiled, leaning forward to press a long, loving kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. “I would love nothing more.”

“Hang on,” Robin instructed, shifting Nancy so the woman was clinging to her back rather than her front. “Ready?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

“Then let’s go home.”

With that, Robin took off, nothing but a blur passing through the dark, tree-laden woods. Nancy laughed, loving the feeling rushing through her. She would never tire of this. The wind rushing through her hair, the wooden scent the trees gave off, the electricity sparking through her entire body as she was flush against Robin’s back. Nothing could compare to the feeling of being with her girlfriend. As a matter of fact, she doubted that anything ever would.

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The reader gets rlly flustered easily and she's so shy, her boyfriend JJ thinks it's hilarious and is always teasing her especially in front of ppl. Most of the time she hits his arm and yells at him but he js never learns his lesson 😭 then like one day he stops doing it and the reader is all like '???' And he says he stopped bc she didn't like it but she secretly loves it so she's a little pouty until he starts it back up 😭

(IF THAT MAKES SENSE ‼️‼️)

this was honestly such a cutie ask and i hope i did it justice with this lil drabble!!! tease jj is my favorite. i've been in such a writing slump lately and this was a nice little prompt!!

one thing about jj maybank- he loves to embarrass his friends. it is quite literally his favorite pastime, and his favorite to annoy is you. when you first started dating, he reigned it in, but lately it’s an unstoppable force. his compliments are constant, his teasing persistent. jj is hooking his fingers in the waistband of your sweats, just a way to stay tethered you in all honesty, but he loves to feel your skin heat and the way you swat him away. 

when the boys and kie surf, you and sarah sunbathe. he is shouting from his board, essentially catcalling you with whoops and whistles. he can’t hear you, but he almost falls off his board watching you groan and cover your face. 

jj is also a downright devil when tipsy- which happens at each and every social event. He’s pulling you down on his lap, holding you still when you try to wriggle out of his arms. for someone who blushes when they get called pretty, you’re damn near having a heart attack when he whispers the lewdest things in your ear. His first response when you roll your eyes at him (desperately trying to maintain your cool) is to tell you how much he likes it when your eyes roll back when he’s fucking you.

“jj!!” you jump up, and scold him. the only thought in his head is that you are very pretty when you’re yelling at him.

he loves this little back and forth, and keeps at it, until a new year’s party where he introduces you to someone as his exquisite girlfriend- you’re trying to figure out when he has ever used that word when he plants a kiss on the corner of your mouth and you go chili-pepper hot. that’s innocent enough, so you just fiddle with your pendant necklace and laugh and let him hang onto you. later, kie is doing a diy photobooth where she has out a polaroid camera and groups of people are lining up for a photo op. jj immediately drags you over there, and you both are just giggling quietly as you watch friend groups be silly and couples kiss for the camera. 

when it’s finally your turn, jj immediately asks the important questions. “sweet or silly!”

“silly, obviously!” his hand instinctively goes to the small of your back, and you lean into his hold so it looks like you’re about to fall. you make a scared face and wrap your fist in jj’s shirt because, truth be told, you’re a little afraid he will actually drop you. he doesn’t though, and when kie counts down and the flash goes off, jj tilts his head down and licks a stripe up your exposed neck. 

you hear a few lewd whistles and catcalls, and you jump straight up and hit him on the arm. “j! what the hell!”

he is grinning like a devil, cheeks a little pink but undeterred anyways. “yeah, baby?”

kie is laughing too as the camera whirs, and she shakes it under a light and lets out another giggle as it develops. jj snatches it out of her hands, and holds it just out of your reach as you swat at his arms, pinch his sides, anything to get that somewhat incriminating photo. in your opinion, it should sit in a drawer. instead, jj is showing everyone around him, saying stuff like “aren’t we so hot?” and, “look at her face!!”

you’re so embarrassed that you could just die, but you take the route of huffing and skulking into the bathroom. you would love to lie and say you didn’t hide there for about two hours, but you’re honest. you hid for two hours.

when you and jj catch a ride home with pope, he’s oddly quiet. his hand stays at your knee, and he’s not touching you anywhere else. not making jokes to pope, and not pressing his lips up against your neck as he loves to do anytime you’re both in the backseat. you don’t really think anything of it, and let your head drop against his shoulder. when you get home, jj shoves the polaroid into a drawer and it isn’t spoken of again.

a few days pass, and you’re convinced something is deeply wrong with your boyfriend. he’s normal enough at home- stage-5 clinger, loud, and horny at all times. but in public, it’s like someone has replaced him with a robot. the most contact you have is his hand on your waist or his arm around your shoulders. there’s no compliments in front of your friends, no butt pinches, no silly whistles. he doesn’t even plead you to shotgun with him when you’re all smoking! you never take him up on the offer, but it’s the thought that counts. the change affects you more than you like to admit, being a little grumpier than average. when you’re in the chateau living room with everyone and jj tries to kiss your cheek, you’re huffing and pushing him away. every comment he makes to you that isn’t the highest praise has you annoyed and ignoring him.

later, when you two are alone with his face pressed to your chest and your fingers lazily twirling through his hair, he makes a joke about being surprised you’re tolerating him.

“don’t be rude,” you snap back, “i’m not the one being super weird lately.” you ask him what’s been going on. he’s dismissive, as he usually is when little problems arise. 

“nothin’, honey.”

“don’t lie to me, maybank.” you tug his head up so he’s looking at you, and his lips pressed into an annoyed line, put off by the fact that his face is no longer up against your boobs.

“explain,” he says, not in a rude way, just genuine and questioning.

you shrug. “you’ve just been weird around our friends lately. not as… like touchy,” you gesture and pat his shoulder.

“ohhh, that!”

so he knows what you’re talking about?

“i just noticed you got kinda like, uncomfortable when i did that kind of stuff. like my jokes, or whatever. i guessed i needed to stop embarrassing you,” he grins sheepishly.

“i’m just shy!” you say defensively with a little whine. “i can’t help it.”

he nods, hand rubbing up your torso to console you. “ it’s okay to be shy, baby. it’s not okay for me to be mean.” jj mimics your pouty lip.

you sigh and smile, running your fingers down his neck. “i like it when you’re mean.”

he immediately pushes himself up so he’s over you, and grin. “really?”

“i’m serious!” you counter, but you don’t stop the way his knee starts to slide between your legs. “i like your jokes, and i like you making fun of me.”

jj pauses. “you’re serious?”

“yeah! i’m sorry, i thought i hated when you’d do that kind of stuff, but you’ve been so boring without it.”

“me, boring? i’m not boring.” to prove his point, you guess, he starts peppering kisses all over your neck. 

“you were boring!” you laugh. “Like, it wasn’t you. i like when you’re a tease.”

“i miss being a tease,” he groans. “i miss you getting all flustered and i really miss coming and finding you when you hide in bathrooms.”

that part does confuse you. “huh?”

“cause,” he kisses you in between the phrases, “you’d be so angry and pretty, and then we’d get to makeout in the bathroom. that’s my favorite part.”

“that’s my favorite part too,” you laugh.

later, when you’ve melted into each other and you’re sitting in the pretty quiet, you both come up with a new year’s resolution: always do the embarrassing things, and worry about the embarrassment later. 

your fun little polaroid no longer sits in a drawer alone, but in fact on your bulletin board, with a bunch of other pictures just as flirty, just as teasing, and just as sweet.

as always, likes, reblogs, and comments are greatly appreciated!!

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~If MC got catcalled~

(Catcalling, mentions of violence) (not proof read)

Scenario-

 You and your demon were taking a relaxing walk in one of the many large parks in the human realm. When it got closer to lunch your demon left your side to go get food from a vendor nearby. That's when a weird man decided he wanted to bother you, he whistled at you "Hey hot stuff, why don't you come back with me and I can show you a good time!"

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Lucifer-

No. Absolutely fucking not

As soon as he saw you were uncomfortable because of the man he was by your side in an instant.

"Just who do you think you are!?"

He has to restrain himself from harming the man

He'll get you out of there ASAP 

"I'll never leave your side again, I'm sorry you had to deal with that my love."

Mammon-

You have to stop him from fighting the man. "Mammon let's just go! It's not worth it" "I ain't letting him get away with talking to you like that, let go!"

After the man left Mammon would be all over you "Did he touch you? I'll kill that bastard!"

Expect to get spoiled the rest of the day

Leviathan-

He wordlessly walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Want me to summon Lotan?" He asked timidly.

This wouldn't be the first time this has happened and Levi gets really insecure when it happens.

If the man made you really uncomfortable or feel unsafe Levi would get violent but it's not his first instinct. 

"How dare you make my Henry uncomfortable!"

Satan-

Don't even try to stop him from beating that man's ass

He'd basically sprint over to you, forgetting about the food.

he'd hold you close to him gently, you'd be able to tell how angry he was by how tense he was and how rigid his breathing was.

Please run your fingers through his hair, he'd never admit it but it calms him down. 

Asmodeus-

He'd strut over to you, after setting your food down somewhere he'd pull you close, pulling you into a kiss. 

"MC is this guy bothering you?"

If the man wouldn't leave Asmo would simply charm him, "Should I command him to jump off a bridge darling?" He was only partly joking.

Beelzebub-

When he saw how uncomfortable you looked he immediately sped over to you.

"MC, are you ok?" 

If the guy isn't immediately scared off he'll be running for the hills when you tell Beel what he said.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone so long. Let's find somewhere else to eat ok?"

Belphegor-

You don't even notice him sneak up behind you.

He snakes his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to your neck before leading you away.

Let's just say that guy wont have a single good dream for the rest of his life.

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

ok we got more the gang dealing with their each f!greaser crush. Like they all like different girls- but how tf are they with them/about them

Pookie sorry for the wait I was at school!!!

❤️🖤❤️

Ponyboy Curtis

-ok so bro is sooo awkward, most out of the greasers

-he literally doesn’t know how to talk to you

-needs a pep talk and lesson from dally and johnny

-he would be down so bad tho

-struggling in classes? Free tutor!

-he would do little nice things for you though like always keeping a spare sharp pencil in hopes you’ll forget/lose yours to ask him

-memorized your schedule to “randomly” bump into you

-daydreams 24/7

-tells you all about his books and talks about characters that remind him of you

-I feel like when he finally confesses he’d just do it thoughtlessly

-“You know how much I like you?”

-literally out of the blue and then instantly regret it until you grin

-“Ponyboy, you’re so smart. Yet so stupid. I like you too.”

Johnny Cade

-soooocute

-he’s also a daydreamer

-well, more like night dreamer?

-before going to sleep in the lot he thinks about you holding him or just you in general

-so cute tbh

-absolutely a secret keeper no one knows but him

-he blushes whenever you talk to him

-he gets really flustered trying to talk to you

-I feel like he’s the type to do secret admirer

-when he finally gets the guts to ask you out he would 10/10 pass a note

-“I really, really like ya y/n. Do you like me? Y or N (circle one)”

-biggest grin on his face when you pass him back the note circled “Y” with a heart ❤️

Sodapop Curtis

-totally a flirt

-gives you discounts on gas station stuff

-whenever you come to the gas station charm goes up 10000%

-he’s the type to go home and at dinner be like

-“GUYS today she asked me for the TIME!”

-“no way”

-“WAY”

-he’s literally that one audio

-he asks you out straight up and gives you a sweet smile when you say yes

-passes you his number on your receipt/piece of paper to make plans

Darry Curtis

-wouldn’t want his brother around you until it was official

-finds them embarrassing in front of you 💀

-one time you complimented his cologne and he hasn’t stopped wearing it since

-he always tries to look nice for you, I feel like he takes extra care of his appearance

-I feel like he would try to come off cool

-I feel like it would fail so hard lmao

-I feel like after he failed you’d give him a little kiss on the cheek like Darry you big dork

-and he’d grab your hand and look you in the eyes

-“You know, I like you, Y/n. Really like you.”

Dallas Winston

-ok we’ve seen this shit

-cocky bastard 10/10

-he flirts upfront

-hits on you everytime

-also casually so fucking vulgar

“If you ever wanna sit that fine ass on my-“

“DALLY!”

-catcall vibes 💀💀😭

-literally the most obvious guy ever

-I feel like you’d play hard to get

-yk keep his ego checked

-but I feel like you’d need to make it clear you were looking for committed

-and at first, he wouldn’t be into it, but over time realize… he really doesn’t want to break your heart

-when you finally go on a date you end up making out first date 💀👍❤️

Two Bit Mathews

-he does stupid shit to impress you fr

-whatever he thinks you’ll like him to do hes alr on it

-shoplifts stuff for you that he thinks you’ll like

-cracks jokes fr

-he tries to woo you with humor so hard

-it does work

-I feel like he would actually try to tell you he likes you through a joke

-and actually get kinda flustered in anticipation

-“what has two thumbs and likes a cute girl named

y/n? *says quietly* This guy…”

-you giggle and kiss his cheek

-“Me too, dummy. I like you too, two.”

Steve Randle

-he’s definitely more flirty

-he flirts with you fsfs

-I feel like it’s not quite as charming as Soda, not quite as vulgar as Dally

-smack dab in the middle

-fixes your car for you and is always suggesting you come there for free repairs

-TOTALLY not so he can just talk to you and be around you in general

-he would whistle to you tho “lookin good there baby”

-when he finally confesses I feel like he would be a bit nervous and tries to hide it so much he tells you completely stone faced 💀

-“I-Uh… I like you.”

-such a serious voice 💀😭👍

-but he gives you a smile (rare for him) whenever you say that you like him back

-I can’t stress this enough… FREE HANDYMAN!

[lossie92]

The below snippet is from a little something I've been adding to in-between other projects. It's an a/b/o arranged marriage fic that focuses on mdtb trying to find the common ground and communicate with each other during their wedding night. Btw I'm working on stuff in the background (the next chapter of Cynosure should be coming your way sometime this week, yay!), but it's slow going, since I haven't been feeling well for a while now.

Either way, hope you enjoy!

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Tobirama's hand shook when he placed it in Madara's. He was sure the alpha could feel it, but it was difficult to say what he thought of it, his face unreadable as he helped Tobirama stand and then led him away from their wedding reception to the sound of whistles and catcalls.

Though Tobirama tried to pretend he wasn't bothered by the ruckus and the reason behind it, he would be lying if he said he wasn't apprehensive about what this night would bring.

Even if he had wondered what it would be like to be intimate with someone, he had never tried it before. In fact the moment Madara kissed him to seal their marriage was the first time he had ever kissed anyone and he was still reeling from the experience, his whole body tingling when he remembered how unexpectedly nice it had felt.

He could feel himself blush at that thought, the memories of the moment they shared that kiss fresh and vivid.

Madara had been gentle. He had pulled Tobirama close and cradled his cheek in one of his bare hands before pressing his lips against Tobirama's for a brief moment. He had pulled away almost immediately, but Tobirama chased after him, sealing their lips in another kiss that clearly took Madara by surprise. He still kissed back and although it was probably against tradition and decorum, they continued to exchange those soft, tender kisses until they were both breathless. 

Though maybe Tobirama was reading too much into it, he couldn't help but think this might bode well for their first night as husband and wife, if not their marriage overall.

Maybe it would be bearable.

Maybe he had nothing to fear.

They arrived at their chambers sooner than Tobirama expected. It pulled him back to the here and now suddenly, and he tensed up involuntarily when he realised this was it.

Thankfully, that particular wing of the daimyo's palace was more secluded, affording them the much-needed privacy. In comparison to the reception hall, which faced the main courtyard, it was quieter and darker, creating a more intimate atmosphere. 

They would be alone with no one to disturb them. On one hand it was a relief, considering the Elders almost succeeded in pushing for a viewing ceremony, but on the other…

Tobirama shivered as Madara led him inside before closing the door behind them.

The chambers consisted of four rooms in total.

The entrance area where they were now seemed to be set up like a day room with a low table surrounded by zabuton near the centre and a place to prepare tea tucked away in a corner and partially hidden by a screen. The shoji was left open, allowing the cool night air and the faint light of the moon to slip inside.

One of the other rooms looked to be an office with a writing desk in the middle. Tobirama didn't spare it much attention, but he could see that someone had placed a brush stand, an ink block, and fresh scrolls on top of the desk, presumably in case either Madara or himself needed to work in the morning.

The third room was a small bathing area equipped with a mirror, an empty basin, two jugs of water, a bar of soap, and some linens they could use to wash themselves.

Finally the fourth and last room was the bedroom – their den for the night. 

There were two wooden ikou in the opposite corners of the room, which was much appreciated as they were both dressed in expensive clothing and it would have been a shame if their kimono got ruined. Their belongings had been placed next to them, indicating which ikou was meant for whom. 

Tobirama's attention was focused more on the bedding in the middle. His eyes widened when he saw the amount of pillows, furs, and blankets piled on top of it.

"Do you like it?" He heard Madara ask. "I thought this would be a bit more… comfortable."

"It seems… nice. Very, um, nice, Madara-sama," Tobirama responded. When he turned his head to look at his husband, he found the alpha already looking at him, his expression neutral. "Did you… was it your idea?"

Madara nodded. "I asked Hashirama what you would find most comforting," he said. "It's not perfect, I know, but I hope it will do for now? You will, of course, be able to arrange the nest to your liking at our house. I bought some materials already and we can always get more, but the decision regarding how and where it should be placed will be yours."

"Oh," was all that Tobirama was able to say. He suddenly felt hot all over as if he was running a fever. "That's… I'm… th-thank you?"

"You're welcome, Tobirama-san," Madara said with a barely there smile. "It's the least I could do." He paused for a moment and seemed to consider something before he added, "Would you like to change anything?"

Tobirama blinked, confused. "What?"

"Would you like to change anything?" Madara repeated while gesturing to the den. "Like I said, I asked your brother and did what I could, but it's not the same. So if it would make you feel more, um, comfortable… I can call for more pillows and blankets?"

"I… that's not– I'm— you don't have to?" Tobirama could feel himself blush as he said that. His face probably looked all splotchy right now, the remnants of makeup likely making things even worse. "It's, er, really fine. I mean nice. It's nice. I like it."

Though the expression on Madara's face didn't change, Tobirama had a distinct feeling the alpha didn't believe him and he was proven correct a moment later.

"Are you certain?" Reaching over, Madara took hold of his hands and squeezed them gently. "I want you to enjoy yourself tonight, Tobirama-san."

"I don't think that's possible to achieve," Tobirama responded before he could think what he was saying. His face now burning with embarrassment, he quickly added, "I-I didn't mean that!"

He snatched his hands away from Madara's hold and took a step back, wondering if he had just ruined everything. What he had said was true – he honestly didn't think he could be comfortable or find much joy in the current situation – but saying such a thing out loud was beyond stupid. It was bound to make Madara angry or displease him, and then—

"Aa, I understand if that's how you feel." Madara's voice remained even and calm, no trace of temper to be found. "All the more reasons to try though, isn't it?"

[darbuckle21]

hello again! :)

My ghosty boys (and anyone else!) x reader who was wearing ripped fishnets, shorts, studded belt, eyeliner, baggy black shirt and they were walking with their boyfriend (or boyfriends ;) ) and they get CATCALLED (being whistled at) and the boys are very very jelly bc their partner is NOT to be sexualized by other stinky men <3

-Ziggy

Looking forward to more asks and ofc!:D

Slashers with a Alt S/O being catcalled 

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent loves your style, It’s what made you catch his eye. He’s never seen someone dress like you before, and he doesn’t care if Bo doesn’t like your style. At least that’s what Bo says but he secretly doesn’t mind. You walk into the basement and he notes your fishnets and shorts which I’m his opinion makes your butt look really good. He doesn’t think of it in a pervy way though, he thinks of it from a artistic perspective. You huff plopping down in a small chair next to him “ughhhh I hate men” you huff. He looks at yo has if to say me? “Oh no not you, just some guy Lester brought in wouldn’t stop staring and making comments about my butt in Bo’s garage” you explain. “What does he look like?” He scribbles down. You shrug “about your hight with short brown curly hair and greenish eyes why?” He shrugs before writing “just wondering”. You smile kissing his cheek “don’t worry he doesn’t even compare to you Vince” you smile wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He gladly reciprocates and makes a note in his head to make this man suffer.

Brahms

You are unpacking the groceries as Brahms watches from the walls. Malcom was helping you while blatantly looking at your butt. “I must say to you look lavishing in those fishnets” he smiles eyes never leaving you. You turn clearly uncomfortable “you can leave now, I got this handled” you don’t smile like usual clearly annoyed. Malcom notices and decides to listen. Brahms smiles from behind the mask knowing he’s not gonna return here after he’s done with him. No one stares at you like that, No one, but Brahms.

Poly! GhostFace

Your boyfriends smile as you make your way towards the group. “Hey hot stuff wanna do a spin for me” Stu smiles standing waving his arms around you while you give a slow spin to show off your outfit. You sit of Billy’s lap resting your head back against his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He asks kissing your shoulder while Stu nods in agreement puppy eyes on full display. “Just Steve Orth being a dick head again” Stu rests his head on your thighs “what’d he do this time?” He asks with furrowed brows mouth turning to a frown. “He whistled at me while openly making gestures towards me” Billy and Stu look at each other as if having a silent conversation in their heads. “Doesn’t he have a girlfriend?” Billy questions hand resting on your studded belt. “Yeah, Casey Becker” weeks later you forgot about it till you saw them on the news. “Shit!” Billy and Stu pop their heads out from the Kitchen. “You okay?” Billy asks. “Look, Steve and Casey where brutally murdered last night!” You point at the TV. “I feel bad for the families” Billy said but it didn’t sound like he meant it. “Asshole deserved it” Stu shrugs.

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 8: Goodbye (Riff x newcomer)

After Maria leaves I go to take a hot shower in an attempt to wash away the anxiety gushing through me. But it’s no use- all I can think about are the mere minutes ticking down to the rumble. Not only do I think about poor Maria and Tony’s hidden relationship, but also about the fact that the next time I see Riff might be in a morgue.

But why do you care? All he’s ever done for you is attract trouble.

Well… I can’t deny that he himself is attractive, but he did get me involved with the cops.

Exactly. All you wanted was to make a steady living in the city. Just forget about the Jets.

Yeah I probably should… But then I’d feel bad for abandoning those poor boys. Sure a few of them aren’t the nicest, but they’ve grown on me. Mouthpiece, Baby John… Not only that, but they’re Tony’s friends too.

When I’m done arguing with myself I finish cleaning up and sit down to look out the window. There’s a bright moon out, and I keep my ears alert for any police sirens.

“Oh,” I groan anxiously. I can’t just sit here while there’s a rumble! I gotta do something!

Quickly, I grab my jacket and hurry down the stairs. I notice Anita coming back with a bouquet of flowers.

“Buenas noches, Marilyn! I’m just about to get ready for my date with Bernardo!”

I try to give a convincing smile. “That sounds lovely, Anita! Please give him my regards.”

I turn to leave and hear Anita call from behind: “Be careful, mi querida! There’s trouble lurking everywhere in this city!”

“More than you know,” I mudda under my breath. I walk a short way to the edge of the Puerto Rican neighborhood, and it’s at that point I realize that I’ve got no clue where to look for the Jets.

“Marilyn? Is that you?” A voice asks from an alley.

Turning around I see Tony step into the light. “Tony, thank God! Where are the Jets? Where’s Riff? I gotta talk to them-!”

“Hey, hey,” Tony holds up his hands. “Don’t worry, I’m going to the rumble to try and talk it down. You don’t need to get involved with any more gang stuff.”

“But Tony-!”

“No,” Tony says firmly. “I ain’t lead’n a goil to a rumble. That’d be just plain terrible of a fella to do. So just go back to your apartment ad wait with Maria when she gets done with work, ok?”

Before I can argue anymore, Tony struts off down the street. I grunt and put my hands on my hips. Well this is one goil who’s gonna get involved no madda how indecent it is! And with that I stealthily follow Tony into the inky night of the West Side.

After about ten minutes-a following him, Tony leads me to a back alley hidden next to Doc’s. Any passerby wouldn’t see it ‘cause-a the boxes blocking it, but after Tony slips through I enter to find Riff and the odda Jets sit’n on some wire table and chairs and chat’n about the rumble. When Baby John notices me his eyes go wide, and he tugs on Mouthpiece’s sleeve to get him to see me.

Now Riff’s seen me too, and he gives me a crooked grin. “Lynnie? Whaddya do’n here? I appreciate the thought but it’s dangerous for a doll like yourself to be out this late.”

I briskly walk past the odda Jets, some of whom give me a few catcalls and whistles despite Riff’s warning glare.

“I need to talk to you Riff. Please.” I look noivously at the awaiting audience. “Alone.”

The odda Jets all laugh and joke around at my pathetic suggestion until Riff holds up a hand to silence them. He steps down, takes my hand, and leads me back into the street. When we’s alone Riff gently grips my shoulders and looks straight at me, all joking gone from his eyes.

“What is it, Lynnie?”

“Riff, please I am begging you- call off the rumble!” I plead as I shake my head. “To you it’s important territory, but believe me noth’n good can come outta this fight!”

Riff just gives me a questioning look. “You’ll never get it, Marilyn. All of us guys here only gots each odda, so we gotta stand up for what we got before we’re left with noth’n but the clothes on our backs. And you’s never been a Jet before, so don’t go tell’n us what to do if you ain’t involved.”

My jaw drops and I glare at his arrogant face. “Don’t you tell me I ain’t been involved with your little gang, Lorton!”

Riff scoffs. “Oh please, you’s such a good-two-shoes! What have you possibly done-?”

“I got arrested ‘cause-a you! Don’t you tell me that I ain’t involved, Lorton!”

Riff seems taken aback, but regains his posture. “Arrested, huh? Good ol’ Krupke had ya down at the station?”

“Yes,” I seethe. “And it was all because they wanted to ask if I knew anyth’n about the rumble. However, some-a your pals busted me out before they could ask anyth’n.”

Riff’s eyes flash. “Would you have said anyth’n?”

I frown and shake my head helplessly. “No. No I wouldn't've Riff. Because- because I just can’t stand to think-a you and all them young Jets locked up in a cage! And you know what… it’s that kind of thinking that has me torn between do’n what’s right, and do’n what’s wrong.” I push away from him and walk back towards my apartment. “I can’t change your mind, Riff. I know that. But I can’t watch you kill each odda and tear people who care ‘bout you from your life. I- I’m leave’n.”

Riff’s entire face changes to an expression of fear and bewilderment, then he tries to mask it again. “W- What? You’re leave’n?”

I nod. “I have enough saved to buy a train ticket to Chicago, and I’ll just work my way west from there. If this is what city life’s all about, then I don’t want any part of it!”

Riff’s jaw drops. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna leave the Jets?”

“The Jets got along just fine without me yesterday, they can carry on without me! Jesus, you’ve only known me for one day!” I yell as tears start to cloud my vision.

His face hardens. “Well- fine, then! Just when the Jets need ya the most- when I need you the most, you just walk out! Typical dame-”

“Excuse me?!” I put my hands on my hips. “This dame is try’n to keep the Jets ‘nd Sharks from kill’n themselves! But I guess I ain’t wanted here either!” I stomp my foot and march away, determined not to look back and let my feel’ns tear me apart.

It’s your fault, Riff. Not mine.

(Will You Remember Me from Nice Work If You Can Get It)

“When I go my way,

Along some highway,

Will you remember me?

When you are lonesome,

I'd like to own some

Place in your memory.

I know that you'll play a part

In my heart when I start;

That's something I can guarantee.

But when I stray off,

Somewhere away off --

Will you remember me?”

I hear Riff following me, but I ignore him, even when he sings back.

“Now that I am starting,

I cannot deny,

I'd prefer a 'see you later'

To a mere goodbye.

But before departing

Do I hope in vain?

Something makes me wonder whether

You'll forget me altogether

If we never meet again.

When you go your way

Out through my doorway

Will you remember me?”

I turn my head away as teas start to fall.

“When you're alone,

I'd like to own some

Place in your memory.”

By now we’ve reached my apartment, and I don’t even turn around to give Riff a proper goodbye as I go up the stairs.

“I know that you'll play a part

In my heart when I start;

That's something I can guarantee.

But when I stray off,

Somewhere away off --

Will you remember me?”

My heart gets the best of me and I turn back against my better judgment to see Riff stand’n at the bottom of the stairs. He blows me an air kiss, and I can’t quite tell but I can almost see unfallen tears in Riff’s eyes too.

“Will you remember me?” We both sing as he mournfully walks down the street, potentially towards his impending death.

I march straight to my apartment and slam the door shut, all but collapsing onto my bed and shrieking into the tattered blanket. Why? Why did I have to fall for the one person who’s too proud and stubborn to admit when he’s wrong?! A week ago I’dve barely batted an eyelash at any smug gang member. Jesus Riff, what have you done to me?

I hear a knock at the door.

Fuming, I stomp over and bark: “Riff, unless you’re here to tell me that you’re gonna call off the rumble then stay out!” I pound against the door.

Behind it I hear a faint noise. “Uh, it’s me. Mouthpiece.”

I give an annoyed groan and stiffly open the door to find the blonde Jet bouncing on his heels.

“May I come in?”

My eyes narrow. “For a brief visit. Then I’m outta here.”

Mouthpiece strolls in, hands behind his back. He notices my suitcase and nods. “So, you’s really leaving? After one day?”

I snort. “Why do you care?”

Mouthpiece shrugs. “‘S just… seems like you’s just run’n away from your problems.”

I give a dark chuckle and shake my head. “Mouth, my friend, if there’s one thing I’ve taken outta life is that I couldn’t care less what people think-a me. There ain’t one person who would notice if I died in the dirt tomorrow, so I just live everyday how I wanna.”

Mouthpiece just stares with his jaw down. “Marilyn, how could ya think that? Shouldn’t you care-?”

“Why? Why should I care?! Everyone that’s ever actually wanted me around because they liked me is dead! I can take a beating, but don’t waste my time! Don’t lie straight at my face and expect me to act like I don’t care! The only time somebody ever wants me around is ‘cause I’m smart and reliable! You’ve got the Jets, Mouthpiece. If you were 10 minutes late they'd be search’n for ya, but if I go miss’n people just shrug and walk away! You’ve got a family, a home! All I’ve got is a will to live, which can falter from time to time.”

“Marilyn, don’t say that! There’s so many people who care ‘bout you-!”

“No, no!” I hold up a hand. “Just shut up, Mouthpiece! Don’t you talk to me about luv! My parents are dead, and they’s the only people to ever luv me!” I start to tear up. “I- I know I shouldn’t be jealous, but when I see happy couples like Anita and Bernardo I just get so… sad! I don’t ask for much in life, but is it too much to ask for one friend who will listen? One person who will wanna see me ‘cause they like me, not ‘cause they expect me to show up?”

Mouthpiece goes to speak, but I cut him off again.

“Don’t. Don’t do it, Mouthpiece! Don’t lie to me and give me hope and tell me ‘it’ll get bedda!’ ‘Cause it never does! You’d think I’dve learned by now, but I still dare to hope! Well, hope is dead for me now! Every time my life starts to look up again, it gets fucked up! Every time someone seems like they care they just leave for no reason! They don’t say why, they just leave! They couldn’t even have the decency to give context as to why I wasn’t worth their time!” I wipe my eyes and then laugh. “And- and then I’ll hear ‘bout people complain’n that nobody ever talks to them, that people only stick around just to say they’re your friend. Well, guess what? That’s me! The very people who complain ‘bout that are the very same people who just walk away! They’re their own enemies, and they just leave people like me to die alone, who’re too nice to shout in their face! I know you Jets are just gonna give me a smile, say ‘hi,’ and then walk away just like everyone else.” I seethe as tears stain my face.

Mouthpiece seems to consider arguing, but gives a heavy sigh in defeat. “Ok, Marilyn. I’ll help ya pack your bags.” He rubs his neck nervously. “But I gotta say… I’m gonna miss ya.”

“Aw!” I grin and wrap Mouthpiece up in a tight hug. “I’ll miss all you guys! Just promise you’ll try to stay outta trouble?”

“No promises, sweetheart!” Mouth chuckles. “But seriously- I don’t say this much, but you’s really made a different ‘round here. Ever since you’s been here Riff’s been act’n all decent-like, want’n us to be gentlemen ‘nd all that.”

I give the gushing Jet a warm smile. “That’s real sweet, Mouthpiece. I just wish everyone else felt the same way. Just help me pack and get to the train station without me get’n into a sobbing meltdown and I’ll buy you a soda before I leave.”

Mouth sniffles and smiles back. “Don’t go talk’n all like that ‘cause I’ll break down too! Jesus, how Riff can stand to let a caring, pretty thing like you leave is beyond me. Now let’s get you packed.”

[mrsmoonlightsblog]

Absolute rage consumes me as I write this piece

This essay will contain many topics: mentions of struggling mental health; first hand experience of sexual harassment; thoughts of murder and suicidal thoughts.

Absolute rage consumes me as I write this piece. I am utterly mortified at the realisation that has hit me of what it truly is to be a woman in today’s society. Yes, I have written essays about how disadvantaged women are in society and how badly they are treated. I have had a couple experiences of scary men but nothing that would amount to what I have experienced today.

I have to admit I don’t currently live for myself. For example, what I wear is dictated by the idea that I don’t want to be approached in a way where I’m belittled to just my body parts. Yet, I have just registered in my mind that no matter what you wear you will still be approached in ways you don’t like. Majority of the time, I wear clothes that are a bit bigger on me so my figure doesn’t show and at first I thought it was just my fashion choice but really it was just fear holding onto me from past experiences of being catcalled in leggings and dresses while being in just year 7.

Today, my parents sent me on a mission to find some ice - cream since shops close early on a sunday and we had just cooked horrible waffles, which could not be wasted. Originally, my sister was supposed to go but she didn’t want to because it was raining. So I went and she followed me. I’m walking through the street and someone ran past me. A black man -probably in his 20s. He wore dirty white joggers, a zipped hoodie and shoes. He turned around and started making hand gestures that I’m guessing was supposed to be a warning signal and was saying stuff that would most likely be curse words. I thought nothing of it because it’s just another day strolling through peckham. My little sister was still trudging behind while I walked into the first corner shop.There was no ice- cream so I walked back out to the street and waited for my sister at the crossing.

We crossed the road together and restarted our mission to the next corner shop. I saw the same man again; he stood near a bus stop signal. He walked right past me again and being honest I knew he was saying something to me but all I heard was gibberish. This time I started to pick up my pace cause I was getting anxious. He crossed the street but I still kept an eye on him. He looked at me as if I offended him terribly but I do not know who this man was. He walked off into another street or so I thought. I started picking my pace a bit faster and I looked back to see that he was once again on my tail. I started shaking and called my mother. I told her the situation I was in, she suggested I get into a bus and go to another corner shop a bit further.

The call was cut; I decided to call one of my friends to feel safer and then I walked into the last corner shop on the street. There was no ice- cream so I walked back out. As I walked out the shop, the man following me was clearly looking for me and I didnt realise that till too late. I bumped into him and walked away quickly. If I'm being honest, although I held my sister’s hand, I did not cross the road safely at all. At this point, I was shaking and crying out of fear, so I didn’t care. Fortunately, the bus came at that minute so I hopped on and went to the other corner shops.

The specific ice - cream I was looking for was not in any shops so I went back home. I got sent back out again by myself to just get any ice - cream. At this point, I just felt confused as to what I had just experienced. My phone died. I was walking back home with some random ice-cream in hand. The tears were finally starting to dry. Then all of a sudden, a black car slowed down. I looked over to see another black man, sucking in his teeth and whistling at me telling me to get into his car. Absolute rage consumed me and I was barking profanities at this guy. He finally drove off but he was laughing at me and flipping me off just like I flipped him off. Once again, water works left the windows of my soul but this time I wasn’t just upset. I was furious but I couldn't express it as having a tantrum by hitting the wall and stomping my feet. Instead, I was laughing. If anyone saw me at that moment you would’ve thought I was crazy and delusional. However I just couldn't help myself. 

I guess I’ve finally realised the meaning of being mature,living in this broken society. I can’t report what happened. Even my own parents can't do anything but tell me to get used to it and learn how to defend myself. It’s wicked how this uk government is by caring more about the physical injuries my attackers face through me defending myself, then me being the victim facing this traumatic situation. I googled what the only legal ‘weapon’ I could carry around with me was. I found the results shocking - a rape alarm. The law - makers of this country must be having a laugh. They must be finding some kind of sadistic joy in seeing women suffer. What would an alarm do, especially in a society today that likes to ignore people’s cry for help? I should wait for a strong man to come and help me while another strong man is abusing me - the irony.

 I can really see why they ban weapons though at the same time. If I had a knife in that moment of abosulte rage, I would’ve carved into the face of that stupid,smirking man. I would’ve stabbed him multiple times out of pure anger just to remove that laughing smile off his face. He would’ve looked prettier coated in his own blood, laying back in his car with the life drained out of his eyes. You may think what I’m thinking is absurd or an exaggeration to what happened. But to be honest, this interaction was more than just another catcall. It was the power imbalance expressed during those moments. In these moments, I felt weak and ashamed. I even took seconds to look at what I was wearing to see whether any curves were showing and nothing was. If this experience happened while I was in my suicidal ‘phase’, I would’ve certainly just unalive myself after that experience. I would've finally stabbed myself with a knife, jumped off the edge or walked into a busy road. It was more than just a few gestures expressed, it was just the fact I was a defenceless young woman who had nothing to give but fear. The smirk on both of their ugly faces said that they enjoyed the look of tears running down my face.

It’s easy for me to demand change in the legal aspects. There are already a few laws put in place to ‘protect’ victims but that's clearly not enough because society plays a huge role. For my parents to dismiss my experience as nothing but something I should just get used to is very heart - breaking but I can’t blame them because that’s how society is. Society normalises a lot of detrimental things to the point that people don’t even realise they are victims or abusers to one another. We are taught so many questionable things, that if we even try to question it we are ridiculed, hence the hate for feminism.  Sexual /street harrasment has become so normalised it’s part of society and its a thing every woman should expect happen to them. However, this should not be the case. I should not have to suffer because I am a woman. I should not have to feel that I need to dress a certain way so I wouldn't get the ‘wrong attention’. Even when I proceed to do that, I still get harassed because I’m a woman. A young black woman in a white man’s world. Its certainly revolting realising that i have to go through these experiences over and over again because I’m a woman and if im being very honest, I may go demented if I continue to be on the recieving end on this animalistic behaviour. 

I refuse to be on the receiving end. I refuse to carry on this heinous trend of teaching future generations to just deal with the misplaced anger they feel from these incidents. My anger is completely valid and I'm telling myself right now it was not my fault, it was the fault of the evil society I was born into. I refuse to continue to blame myself for things I did not do. I refuse to be a victim of my own excruciating thoughts letting my panic/anxiety attacks get in the way of living the best I could. I refuse to suffocate because that's what my body tells me to do in these traumatic situations. I want to be happy, what’s so wrong about that. Why has this world forced me into this deep end, just because I am a young, black Nigerian woman who looks and acts mature for my age. Don’t they realise children are growing up too fast because of how twisted society is. It’s not my fault at all and I will keep telling myself this. 

Yet, even at this moment, my thoughts are juxtaposing themselves. I want to tell myself it's not my fault but part of me is reducing myself to rubbish saying I'm the one who caused this to happen. It's not my fault they all say but whose fault is it. I say it's society but saying that seems so ridiculous and unacceptable. I'm second-guessing myself, but confusion litters my mind. However, who am I supposed to blame for these thoughts that dwell in my mind? The fact that the first thing that comes to my mind after experiencing this is murder is very concerning. I could be the next serial killer on an evil vendetta in the future for all I know. However, I pray society does not let us fall down that wicked path. I pray society does not let me carry on suffering from these insane thoughts. 

[strawberryaziraphale]

:: blackbonnet + stede makes an announcement

“Okay, everyone, gather round. I have an announcement to make.” 

The crew of the Revenge quickly began to accumulate on deck, murmuring amongst themselves about what could have prompted such a meeting in the middle of the afternoon.

“Have we spotted a ship?” Pete questioned, somewhat excitedly. They hadn’t seen any action in days and he was beginning to feel restless. Lucius, however, grimaced at the thought.

“No, no, nothing like that,” Stede chuckled, nervously tugging his jacket down. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ed fidgeting behind him. He cleared his throat, “ok, well, there’s been a recent development in my life and I can’t hide it anymore,” he reached behind him, seeking Ed’s hand. Ed took his hand supportively, standing beside him, “I think you should all know, I’m...in love. With Ed.”

Ed brought their entwined hands up into view as if to prove it. The crew fell silent, each of them looking at each other as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Off to the side, Izzy rolled his eyes, muttering what sounded like ‘oh for fuck’s sake’ under his breath. After several minutes, Lucius broke the eerie silence.

“Um, sorry, that was a secret?”

Stede and Ed exchanged a glance, suddenly confused, “what?”

“Well, it’s just that,” Oluwande looked around at his fellow crewman, shrugging, “we all knew, captain.”

“What? How? It’s only just happened!”

“Yeah, but...we all saw it coming,” Frenchie said with many crew members nodding their agreement, “I mean, you’re always together for one thing.”

“We’re co-captains,” Stede and Ed said in unison.

“You hold hands around the ship,” Wee John pointed out rather smugly. Stede and Ed immediately let go of each other’s hands.

“So do Oluwande and Jim!”

“Yeah, and Pete and Lucius,” Ed pointed at the lovers accusingly, trying in vain to prove whatever point he was trying to make. Honestly, he’d forgotten, “anyway, what does that have to do with anything?”

“So the bed sharing, making out and flirting is just usual captain stuff, is it?”

“Haven’t you got meals to prepare?” Stede replied quickly, dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand. Once everyone had disappeared he turned to Ed, smiling softly, “I’m sorry, Ed. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I thought they had no idea.”

“Ah, it’s okay. I’m glad they know. Means I can do this...” he swept Stede up in his arms, kissing him briefly but passionately, “whenever I want.”

Stede exhaled deeply, smiling, “I could get used to that.”

They embraced again, ignoring the cacophony of catcalls and wolf-whistles from the crew. They were just happy Ed and Stede were finally together even if they were annoying about it. The two of them deserved it, as far as they were concerned.

[lapismoontide]

Catcalling

I get catcalled basically everywhere I go.

I am a woman, I live in a remote area, and men catcall all of the time. I'm so used to it, that I don't pay any attention to it anymore. At all. I don't even notice it if it's happening.

I went to Walmart with my boyfriend yesterday, and I walked past this younger man. He was probably about 20. I'm 32, so that's young to me. He was visibly young, lol. I didn't pay no mind to him, and when I walked past him I heard a whistle. It wasn't a "you're sexy whistle", it was just a whistle.

So I go inside of the store, and my boyfriend sent me a text. He said he got that guys license plate. I said, "what?" I said, "what guy?" He said the guy that had whistled at me, and I said I didn't even realize someone had whistled at me. He said that the guy couldn't keep his eyes off of me.

My boyfriend should take that as a compliment really, that he has something that other men stare at. Ya know? I didn't pay any mind to any man that I passed.

Anyway, we got to talking about it when I got in the car, and I told him what I just told you. That I was used to things like that. I said I could look like a piece of trash that day, and I'd still get catcalled b/c men don't care really what you look like.

So today, we go to the store. I'm in a t-shirt, and some cloth shorts. We were going to the dollar store below our house, and he asked me if I wanted him to go inside for me. I said no, that's okay (b/c I wanted to look at stuff). He said, "is it b/c you want men to look at you?"

What kind of statement is that? Literally blaming me, b/c I got catcalled. Are you insane?

So we go to the gas station later, and there's a girl with a really big butt in the parking lot. He saw it when we pulled in, and I even mentioned it saying, "danggg that girl has a big butt". He of course goes inside for me again (b/c there were men in the parking lot and he didn't want them looking at me, and he said that he doesn't stare at women like that). Tell me why when he's walking inside, he makes it almost to the door, and he turns around to stare at the girls ass. Hahahaha!! So fucking hypocritical. Idk, I'm just sick of shit.

[honeymoonfadingwithyou]

i don��t think i’ll ever be enough. those people in their phone are prettier than i’ll ever be. i can’t compete. my face doesn’t hold a single place in the memory of their device. not a photo or video downloaded in sight - not even my body. not even giving myself sexually is enough to earn a spot saved. i can photograph my body in every position and it will never deserve that much. i am just not beautiful enough.

i understand. i know this. but even so, it is sad that even love cannot lighten the burden of my appearance.

their eyes are glued to a screen, really. i don’t know if i blame them. they’re gorgeous. they could have anyone and i understand the lack of lust on my behalf.

i was not born pretty. a plastic surgeon would have an incredible time with me. i’m certain i’d thrill them. not a single piece of me would be left untouched. they could plot and plan and twist and slice.

nothing is redeemable, unfortunately. not my chin, jaw, lips, nose, face, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, undereyes, eyelids, eyelashes…

oh, if i were rich, my face would be remade. my body, too.

i am not enough visually. in fact, i am quite… negative, in that scale of numbers. my body does not help. even my sexual areas are not pleasing to the eye or mouth. my breasts are too small, my vulva is too out. my clit is too big and stretching open my labia to reveal inside my vagina is hideous.

my rib flares jut farther than my tits. my waist is not thin enough, my lovehandles are too fat. my hip dips accentuate my too-large thighs. my ass is big, in a sense, because of my weight, but not in the gorgeous way. it droops with the fat, does not look round like is desired.

my arms are too big, my hands are too chubby and small. my stomach is far too large. my calves, as well.

i am most ashamed of my face. i am not something to be proud of. i am the person you desperately hope to keep inside, to keep secret. to not let in sight of your friends for fear they will make fun of you, have you embarrassed over the monstrosity of a partner you have to parade around.

“as long as you’re happy” is the only response i would elicit.

and worst of all, i’m confusing. i look feminine, sort of. not feminine in the divine and beautiful sense, but feminine in the way i have long hair and wear dresses and makeup. but i call myself a boy. wish others to also address me as so.

what a wreck i am. what a terrible, horrible mess. what an utter disaster. waste. failure.

i am not even something to be jacked off to. i can’t even dignify a catcall, a whistle, or sexually crude leer. not even an older man looking to get a young fleshlight would consider me, glance my way.

i understand why my partner does not mention my appearance. i understand why they do not save photos, take photos - whether of face or sexual organs.

but oh… how it does hurt. to know they’re able to get off to onlyfans of women they saw on tiktok, of people they scroll and find on twitter. i will never be them. i will never be enough, not even to cum to.

isn’t it sad? to be so horribly… ugly.

when i stop and think about it, even without porn… even without nsfw content… even without regular, sfw photos of these gorgeous people on a device… i still doubt i would be in my partner’s mind. maybe an alternate version of me. one where i am very easy to look at - but that would still be a fantasy.

in all likelihood, they’d imagine other people. try to distance their mind while fucking between my legs. imagine a sweet and pretty girl instead of… well, whatever it is i am.

what a waste. i can not eat or drink all day, wear a full face of makeup, wash every crevice of my body and exfoliate, smear every square inch with lotion and perfume, run oils through my freshly washed hair so that it smells nice, stuff socks under my boobs in a push-up bra, cinch my abdomen in with a waist trainer and my tightest belt over my high-waisted jeans… and even then, i could not compare to others walking the street. i won’t ever look nearly as pretty as they do just existing in their natural state. oh, i shudder to wonder how i would look beside them if they also did the things i do to improve my appearance.

they’d look heavenly. i would look…

i don’t even want to know.

they can’t even lie to me. they called me pretty when they first met me. but when they got me, it instantly stopped. the chase to get me was over, so the flattery (lies) were no longer necessary. the painful act to pretend i am desirable beyond being a toy and therapist is finally completed.

here i am, pouring my love and giving my sex.

i look so fuckinf ugly man. i cant stand it. i’m so tired of being this… disgusting. im revolting and i don’t get how someone can look this awful.

again, i should say i DONT blame them. it makes me sad, but i’m very used to it. i UNDERSTAND why they do. god, i’d need a break if i had to live with me, look at me, deal with my existence. but it just sucks to not be enough naturally like anyone else could. i really really wish i could be that attractive, beautiful, pretty, hot, lovely, gorgeous, cute, sexy, handsome, anything anything at all… i’d give so much to look even halfway decent. it would be such an improvement and oh, how i crave it.

it’s not their fault at all. i’d scroll twitter and pornhub and tiktok and onlyfans and whatever else needed to scrub my image from the brain.

my own mother tried her best to hide my body all throughout school. it started in 6th grade. i was lectured about the importance of wearing dark colors to appear smaller, thinner, lighter. baggier clothes to hide that unflattering shape of mine. no shorts, no tank tops, not even in summer. hoodies and jeans. yes, even during recess. black oversized hoodie, dark and baggy jeans. long hair to hide the sides of your face as you walk so that you might not flash a poor soul with the sight of even a sliver of your profile.

wretched. what a wretched mass of flesh i am.

[two-faced-clown]

got (heckled? harassed?) hate crimed while trying to go out to dinner w nic in hyannis

had a group of people whistling and hollering, implying w their words that they found me attractive but could also clearly tell that i was an Other Gender, yelling stuff like what are you, i’m confused, etc

nic basically shut down, i “”laughed”” it off

when i asked him about it the next day, wondering if he’d ever been catcalled or called a slur

he kinda just brushed it off and was basically like yeah yknow everybody be havin their opinions… like trying to imply “yes” but clearly was a no

[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Geto, Toji and Sukuna Ryomen in When You get Disrespected ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul Language, Violence and Suggestive themes

Trigger Warning ⚠️Catcalling and street harassment under the cut

Dictionary❤️‍🔥S/C is for Skin colour

No pronouns in this bih

Masterlist

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Gojo Satoru

✰ It’s not unusual for Your man and you to walk to the cafe near y’all place for sweets or a small meal

✰ Gojo likes to spend as much time he can with you when he’s has time off

✰ So practically he’s glued to your hip when’s not in charge of his students or helping his dear boy Megumi

✰ The Day was quite pleasant and windy

✰ Gojo had his hand gingerly holding yours and his soul was pleased

✰ Y’all was nearing the cafe when You heard the obnoxious noise of a poor attempt of wolf whistling From Drunken Bastard

✰ Drunken Bastard: Damn Baby! How you fit all that in them jeans!

✰ He act like Gojo wasn’t even there and Gojo was ready to make himself KNOWN

✰ Gojo: Sit your bitch ass down and stop talking like that to my baby.

✰ Drunken Bastard was appalled, Who the fuck do this white haired Boy think he is ruining his game?

✰ Gojo had you safely behind him in case this Drunk fucker wanted to be a bigger issue

✰ for some reason Drunken Bastard took offence to that and decided bitch slapping Gojo would be the cure to all his problems

✰ As soon as his hand pushed against the air, forming into a slap it was caught by Gojo who Then proceeded to beat the brakes and Drunkeness off The bastard

✰ Gojo composed himself, grabbed your hand and when y’all was away from the Bastard he checked in on you

✰ Gojo will be very attentive to you even more than usual if that’s possible

Nanami Kento

✰ Nanami finally got a day off after working overtime for two works

✰ Only perk of Overtime? That check gonna be fat (They Tax overtime harder than they do your regular hours so beware babes)

✰ He wants to treat you to a day of shopping because you deserve it

✰ Gucci, Coach and Vuitton about to be your new fashion

✰ Nanami also brought you rolled ice cream too

✰ Your day was amazing up until Disrespectful Scum walked past you in the parking lot and spanked your ass hard as he could

✰ Nanami heard the smack and saw your reaction

✰ He quickly turned around and approached Disrespectful Scum who was smirking hard

✰ Nanami: Oh so you think it’s funny to put your filthy hands on someone without their permission??

✰ Disrespectful Scum: Hell yeah I do, especially when they got a ass that begging to be slapped! Ya got a problem four eyes?? You need take it up with your Babe.

✰ Alright Nanami just had the permission to beat Disrespectful Scum ass if he was that kind of man

✰ See Nanami already knows it’s a very unfair fight, He could spin this dumb fool jaw before he knows it

✰ So Nanami let the environment Beat Disrespectful Scum ass for him

✰ You watch as Nanami step towards Disrespectful Scum who’s now backing up in fear not noticing his own skateboard behind his feet, He slips on the skateboard mid step and falls to the ground with a sickening thud

✰ Nanami then proceeded to call the ambulance for Disrespectful Scum because he’s still a merciful man even to those who don’t deserve it

✰ Nanami will 100% Spoil you more and shower you with love & affection

Geto Suguru

✰ It’s Friday and that means pay day for your mans

✰ Like Every Pay day he’s taking you out on the town

✰ Texts you to wear that little black ensemble he likes so much and be ready by 6:30 PM

✰ Geto pulls up at 6:25 PM In his Black mustang GT with the purple stripe just waiting for you to get in

✰ Once you’re in his car, he’s going to get y’all snacks and drinks for y’all late night Drive at the Gas station

✰ Geto always go in and it get the stuff you want

✰ So while he’s in the store you’re in his car just messing with his stereo

✰ making sure your phone connected and Getting the playlist you made for y’all time together

✰ When you was startled by someone knocking on the passenger window

✰ You saw a group of Gas station Dwelling Bums looking at you through the glass

✰ The Leader of the Bums: Gah damn baby you in this nice car all alone?? Come on and let daddy take it for a spin, I swear I won’t hurt ya

✰ But when the group saw you wasn’t going to let the window down and respond, They got rowdy

✰ Words like bitch and ugly was being Thown around repeatedly and they was scaring the hell outta of you

✰ But it all suddenly stop when the ringleader was tossed across the pavement by your man

✰ Geto was paying for y’all items when he heard the commotion and the rage he felt when he saw the scene was uncontrollable

✰ These fucking stench ridden Losers have the nerve to harass you??? Oh it’s on

✰ After Seeing their leader effortlessly tossed Harder than Mankind off the top of Hell in the cell, The Gas station dwellers was Skeptical to even try to beat Geto ass

✰ Geto could easily paint the parking lot red with their blood and you knew this

✰ Sorry’s soon fell outta of the same mouths that just called you a bitch mere seconds ago

✰ Geto still wasn’t satisfied with their apology but they scattered off before he could beat them senseless

✰ Another time and place he would’ve chased them down but he’s not going to leave you alone after what you just been through

✰ After disinfectanting himself, he gets in the car and make sure you’re okay

✰ He’s understands if you want to pick some food up and go home

✰ It’s all up to you and how you’re feeling Babe

Fushiguro Toji

✰ The Sun was Shining and The weather was quite warm

✰ Toji was pleased and in a great mood

✰ See He won a *Big* sum of money gambling

✰ So your man decided to take you out on the town to enjoy the weather and the day

✰ The way the sun danced on your S/C skin made Toji hungry for what the night might hold too

✰ Toji had a small smile on his face and had deemed this one of the greatest days to exist

✰ But shit always has to go sideways

✰ The moment occurred when Y’all was walking in the park

✰ You wanted some bubble tea and Toji was more than happy to get it for you

✰ Toji wasn’t that far from you and could still make sure you was safe

✰ You was looking at the scenery when your day was disturbed by Stank Breath McGee.

✰ Stank Breath McGee: Ayo Baby won’t you bounce that ass over here!

✰ As he reached out to smack your ass and his lips forming his next dumbass line, he was suddenly stopped

✰ Toji was holding Stank Breath by the fucking Neck

✰ Toji: Alright bitch. I think you made your move too soon.

✰ Stank Breath was begging for his life while you watch the spectacle

✰ Toji usually would end a fool’s existence for just having the fucking Audacity

✰ But He was feeling Generous Today!

✰ Before you knew it Toji had crushed Stank Breath Voice box and hand

✰ Toji: Now try to do that shit Again.

✰ Your man just crushed a man voice box with the same hands he choke you in bed with……. Put shit into perspective huh?????

Ryomen Sukuna

✰ Yuuji and Sukuna had came to a agreement that if Sukuna watched his mouth and attitude around people He can have full control of the “vessel” (as Sukuna calls it) to take you out on a date

✰ You had Sukuna uncut and untamed all to yourself because he behaved Well

✰ Dinner was great and the movie was WACK but hell you got your king beside you the whole damn time

✰ Shit was going good until Yuuji car decided to put y’all asses down in the middle of the road

✰ Sukuna was able to push the car EASILY to a empty shopping center parking lot but man was he Bitchin

✰ Sukuna: Lousy brat and his fucking unreliable rust eaten Hooptie

✰ He was pissed but didn’t want to ruin your night so rein in his anger

✰ Sukuna: Fuck it. We’ll just go to brat’s place since it’s closer.

✰ Y’all had to take the metro and imma be honest if you didn’t have Sukuna with you would be Scared baby Scared

✰ The Subway weirdos at 12:30 am?? They act like Freddy Kruger on speed

✰ Sukuna is holding you tight while you wait for the train to take it sweet time

✰ His guard is UP and the only moment he let you go is when y’all are entering the train

✰ Little did he know Nefarious Jackass was leaving the train as y’all was boarding in

✰ Now Nefarious Jackass was about to make a fatal mistake one which he will NEVER get the chance to live down

✰ Nefarious Jackass decided that Spanking your ass while commenting on the softness was a great idea, Boy did he fuck up

✰ Before Nefarious Jackass knew it Sukuna was Waving at him with his Own fucking Arm as the train door closed and sped away

✰ Nefarious Jackass: Man that was a soft ass…..wait that man waving have three ar- THATS MY FUCKING ARM

✰ As Nefarious Jackass passed out, you where surprised to notice that nobody was freaking out over what Sukuna did they was in a trance like state

✰ No cops where called, All the cameras in the area stopped working and No witnesses…. Is this a new ability of Sukuna ??? Who knows

✰ Also it’s a mystery of what Sukuna did with the arm of Nefarious Jackass

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Please Don’t Steal My Shit

[soupbabe]

your lost boys/fat reader posts mean so much to me!! it is So hard to find fat reader-specific imagines or fics in any fandom but especially in this one Dx so tbh this is just a general request for more tlb-specific fat reader content (and if i rly want to specify i'd love to see marko-specific content bc he's my favorite :']) anyway thank u and have a good one <3

His Clothes (Marko x Fat! Reader)

Reader wants to wear Marko's clothes

Shsjshksns I'm so glad you like my stuff that much, I love making plus size reader content <3 and I'm so happy they mean a lot to you <33

Also?? Is the ending of these cheesy? Yeah kinda </3

You and Marko's size difference was apparent, you both knew that. It wasn't anything you ever worried about or second-guessed; Marko adored it as much as you. He would constantly remind you about it through his playful catcalls and lingering touches. It devolved into a minor aspect of your life and the relationship, until you saw Michael give Star his jacket.

It was a scene that became ingrained into your mind and sparked something you wanted to do with Marko: wear his clothes.

Every couple does it, one of the most prolific passive displays of affection. To have a piece of him to keep during the daytime, to show your friends and family the art of your lover was something you enjoyed daydreaming about in your free time.

Marko heard about your idea before and he was adamant about it, finding the thought of you in his clothes exciting. From the possessiveness of the gesture to how his jacket would shine brightly along with you. He knows he's smaller and it would never be a perfect fit, but even the thought of a crop top fitting snugly on you, bringing out your curves, made him feel giddy. He's gotten you to try his clothes on before and while he enjoyed it, proved by the wolf-whistle he let out when his eyes met the white crop top adorning your body, he also saw how uncomfortable with the shirt hugging your body

And so he rummaged through the rooms of the cave and piles of scrap fabric, an idea in hand.

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The loud rumbling of a motorcycle engine could be heard outside your window. Along with it came a lone holler of your boyfriend. It didn't take long for you to rush down to meet him and you were greeted with Marko giving a teasing smirk paired with a wave. He got off of his bike, hiding a brown paper bag behind him. "C'mon, you're not going to give me a proper hello?" You gave a light-hearted huff as you wrapped your arms around the vampire and he did the same, only sealing the interaction off with a kiss.

Marko lifted up and swung the bag side to side, the crinkling noise catching your attention. You smiled at him, "D'ya get me something?" His smirk never left his face, "No, just close your eyes, stuck your hands out, and let me do my magic. I'm keeping it a surprise." You did as he said and for a moment all you heard was the crinkling of the bag before a weight was placed in your hands. There was a variety of textiles; all from standard cotton, to leather, and even sequence could be felt.

"You can open your eyes now." Marko's voice could now be heard behind you. Your eyes glanced from him to the present in your hands. The brightly colored patches made you gasp:

It was Marko's jacket.

You didn't even notice he didn't have it on. "I didn't come all this way to see you just hold it, y'know. Try it on for me." His eyes lit up in amusement as your mouth hung open. It took a while for you to regain your composure and unfolded the jacket. The piece of clothing noticably became bigger, a new panel added with a multitude of patches decorated onto it. As you put on the jacket, a couple of laughs slipped out of you. It fits.

It fits and it fits comfortably.

Your voice came in a barely audible whisper, "Oh my god.." Arms wrapped around your soft waist, Marko's breath was felt behind the neck. "Thanks for giving me the idea of letting you steal my clothes." An arm trailed from your sides to the cuff of a sleeve. "Can't say I regret a thing, you look hot in my clothes." His sentiment made you laugh and turn around to give him the full view of his jacket.

Marko's eyes shamelessly scanned your body and he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "No words can describe how much this means to me, Marko. I love you so much." He soon pulled you into a passionate kiss, only pulling away when you had to tap out for breath. "I love you too, Y/n."

Soon enough he got back on his bike and pat the space behind him. "Now c'mon, I want the boardwalk to see you tonight."

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

hiii i love ur stuff, i was wondering if you could do a peter parker x reader where the reader found out peter has abs and obsesses abt them just to make peter flustered and just says rlly inappropriate stuff and hes like bright red?

Blush

Peter Parker x Reader

AN: I hope this is what you were looking for!

Warnings: (one) swear, flustered Peter.

The first time you saw Peter’s abs, you thought you were hallucinating. He pulled off his shirt, after you had accidentally spilled a soda on him. Your laughter died as your eyes caught sight of his toned abdomen. You blinked a couple times and rubbed your eyes with your fingers before looking back to make sure that what you were seeing was real.

No matter how many times you blinked, the image of his muscular torso remained. There was no denying it. Peter was ripped. He had a full blown six-pack hidden under his baggy t-shirts. It completely distorted the image of Peter you had in your mind. He wasn’t ripped, he was your dorky best friend! He was into star wars and retro tech, not some hunk with rippling muscles.

Not really knowing how to react, you found yourself unconsciously reaching out and pressing your hand flat to his stomach. You could feel the muscles tense under your touch.

Peter froze. He held his soda soaked shirt in one hand and the other was held up in surprise. He didn’t know why, but a heat spread from where your hand was touching him up his neck and over his face. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, trying to figure out what to say, but nothing came to mind.

“What the fuck is this?!” You ask, astounded. Finally tearing your eyes away from his physique, you looked up at him.

“Uh… W-What?” he stammered, not able to concentrate with your hand still pressed firmly to his bare skin.

“I said, what are these?” you asked again, pressing your hand even harder to his stomach for emphasis. Peter looked down to where you hand touched him. The heat in his face only grew, turning the tips of his ears red. “Peter! When did you get abs?! Are you taking steroids?” you question him, poking a finger at each of his abs. Peter recoiled from the jabs of your fingers.

“Hey! Hey! Cut it out! That tickles!” he cried, pushing your fingers away laughing. “I don't know, I’ve had them for a while I guess. '' he answered vaguely, taking a step back to try and relieve the heat that completely consumed his face. Tossing his wet shirt into the laundry, he grabbed a new one and quickly threw it on.

“Okay, okay..” you say, raising your hands in surrender. “It’s just going to take some adjusting,” you say, running a hand through your hair. “I’m not used to my best friend looking like such a HUNK!” you moved quickly, poking a finger into his side. He jumped, the blush in his cheeks returning tenfold. You smiled at his reaction. You thought it was funny how red his face got when he received so much attention. You guessed it was because he wasn't used to it.

From that moment on it became your mission to make Peter blush like that every day. It wasn’t that hard. It also helped that you couldn't get the thought of his abs out of your head. Every time Peter would take off his shirt, or it would ride up, you would whistle or catcall him. His face would turn beet red and he would get all flustered. It quickly became your favorite thing to do when you were alone with him.

Finally things came to a head. You found Peter sitting in a classroom alone after the final bell had rung. It looked like he was working on some homework.

“Hey hot stuff! How’s my favorite pair of abs doing?” you joke, enjoying the way his blush crept into his cheeks. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly

“(Y/N), I-I have a question.” He sputtered, avoiding your eyes. You took a seat next to him smiling as you pulled it closer to his side.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?” you ask. Peter seemed to grow even more red at how close you sat next to him.

“Why do you always make fun of me like that?” he asked, picking at the sleeve of his sweatshirt. His question shocked you.

“What do you mean?” you questioned in return, your eyes wide as you watched him hesitate and look down.

“Like how you call me ‘hot’ and ‘good looking’ and stuff…” he trailed off. Your heart broke a little seeing the crestfallen look on his face. You hadn’t realized that all this time he thought you were only teasing him. Your own blushed prickled up the back of your neck as your pulse quickened. Your throat felt dry all of a sudden, you swallowed thickly before speaking.

“I-uh-I mean it…” you admit, trying to calm your racing heart. Peter looked over to you, his eyes wide.

“What?” he asked. You paused a moment, taking a deep breath before reaching out and gently taking his hand.

“I… I meant all of those things I said.” You explain, trying to keep your hands from shaking. You could only imagine how red your face was, if the heat in your cheeks was anything to go by. “I think that you are really handsome and you are so nice and I just thought that you knew I meant everything and I-” Peter cut off your rambling by cupping your face in his hands and placing a firm kiss on your lips.

After a moment, you pulled away slightly, looking into his warm brown eyes. His face was still red but a wide smile spread across it now.

“So, you really think I’m hot?” he teased, lifting an eyebrow and smirking at you. You choked back a laugh, shoving his face away so you could hide yours in your hands. Peter only laughed, wrapping both of his arms around you and pulling you close.

Now that he knew the truth, it was his turn to make you blush.

[therealbattleangel]

Last Night Waitress: Chapter Two (Dano!Riddler x F!Reader)

TW: Mentions of torture, catcalling, stalking, kidnapping, y’know, the usual Riddler stuff.

(Requests Open !)

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Edward had continued to visit the diner that Y/N worked at as often as he possibly could but suddenly, about three months after their first meeting, Edward began to notice Y/N was acting… Different. She didn’t smile as brightly as she normally did and she was very jumpy. She also seemed to be a bit zoney, looking out the windows constantly. Eventually, Edward asked Y/N “you seem a bit… Off today. Is everything alright?” If something was wrong with Y/N, he wanted to know so that he could protect her and take care of her. Maybe she was sick or something like that. Y/N simply shook her head “oh, Eddie, don’t worry about it. It is just um… Well, the other day, I was walking back to my apartment from here and all the sudden I heard a whistle. I ignored it but then the guy that whistled at me started following me and… Now I’m scared he will try it again. Or maybe he’ll find out I work here and try to follow me then, I-” Y/N’s slowly began to shake, the notebook she used to write down orders almost falling out of her hands. Edward took the notebook out of her hands before grabbing them gently “Y/N, don’t worry yourself, really. If it will make you feel better, why don’t I walk you back home tonight? If he tries to do anything to you, I will be there to protect you. I would never let anything happen to you” he said with a gentle smile. Y/N then slowly nodded “yes, that would be wonderful. But are you sure you are okay with that? You don’t have to” Edward shook his head “nonsense. I would love to walk you home. It would make me feel better as well” he said before smiling.

Edward waited at the diner for Y/N’s shift to be over so he could walk her home. Once she finished, she walked over to him and smiled “alright, all done” she said as Edward stood up “alright. Lead the way to your place.” She nodded before walking out of the diner, locking the doors behind her before beginning to walk to her place. While Y/N spoke about this and that, Edward was scanning like a hawk for anyone who was looking at Y/N for too long or someone who might have started to follow them. Eventually, the guy showed up. Edward heard a whistle from behind him. He grabbed Y/N’s arm gently and said “just ignore him and walk faster. It’s better to not give him the attention he is craving.” Him and Y/N then sped up a bit, eventually arriving at Y/N’s apartment safely. She sighed in relief before hugging Edward, causing him to gasp softly “thank you” she whispered softly into the hug. Edward then slowly nodded “ah, no problem. I am sorry I couldn’t do more. I am not very strong and I am awful with confrontations.” Y/N shook her head “no, no. What you did… It was enough. Thank you and goodnight, Eddie. Be safe” she said as she gently kissed him on his cheek. She then went up to her apartment and sighed in relief, going and sitting on her couch, slowly taking off her shoes and her apron before laying down on the couch, slowly falling asleep.

After making sure Y/N got into her building and her apartment safely, he turned full Riddler. He was going to get that man that scared her and tried to hurt her and teach him a lesson. Teach him a lesson for ever trying to destroy the last bit of purity in Edward’s life. He walked back to his place and got into his garb, grabbing a towel and pouring chloroform onto it. He then grabbed his laptop and walked back to where they first saw the man. Once he found him again, he used the towel on the man before dragging him into a nearby abandoned building. There, he tied the man up to a pillar in the building before setting up his laptop to stream him torturing the man. He started up the livestream before walking into the camera’s view. “Hello, everybody. Today, I will not be torturing any politicians or currupt leaders. As I have said before in a previous stream, I have finally found purity in this dark city. And yet today, this man has tried to ruin that purity. Ruin that innocence. He will be punished as he rightfully deserves.” As he spoke, comments came streaming in. “He deserves it, teach him a lesson, Riddler”, “torture him!”, “You are so lucky, Riddler.” Edward smiled under the mask before turning to look at the man on the chair, noticing that he was beginning to wake up.

The next morning, Y/N woke up, realizing that she had fallen asleep with the TV on. She went to turn it off before she noticed they were once more talking about The Riddler. “Last night, The Riddler streamed once again. He tortured a man that he said was trying to ruin the only purity left in Gotham but he kept a bag over the man’s face the entire time. The identity and state of the man he tortured is still unknown. Right before he ended the stream, however, he left his audience with one last riddle that people are still struggling to solve. The riddle is; I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but the easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I? Now, to the weather” Y/N turned the TV off before she bit her lip in thought, the riddle playing over and over in her head before she realized what the answer was. Love. The answer was love. Was The Riddler really in love with someone? Was that what he meant by purity? As Y/N thought, she found herself with a sudden new emotion; jealousy. This man had brutally murdered so many and yet she felt herself becoming jealous at the idea that he was in love with someone. No, that can’t be right. How could Y/N have feelings for… The Riddler?

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for all of the support on chapter one of the story. I noticed out of all of my posts, the Riddler was the most popular character to write about so why not write more? Also I don’t really watch the news or really know a lot of riddles so they both might be a bit dumb. Sorry about that