#might do one of these for del too at some point but i took so long that im not sure...

[art--harridan]

[Image description: A traditional drawing of Wayne McCullough from the show Wayne. It's created with oil pastels and coloured pencils, and while the style is more realistic, the colours are more bold and unnatural. The piece depicts him glaring into the distance, head tilted slightly down, and expression blank. There's a slight redness to one of his undereyes and the bridge of his nose. He's holding his hammer up in his right hand, as if he's showing it to someone. In the bottom left corner, there's the name "Wayne" in gold, capitalised letters. The style of the piece is mostly smooth with some areas that seem scratchy, especially the light grey background. He's drawn in a colour palette of mostly blues and greens, with some warmer colours in his face and parts of his hand.]

[inkedells]

plushie au joel based off peppers by lana del rey? him braiding reader's hair while they fuck around... pls pls pls

oh jesus this is so hot i truly hope i did this scenario justice

A/N: part 4 of my plushie series!!!! this request happened to be a combination of two other requests i already had, so i figured i might as well do this one and kill two birds with one stone! enjoy loviessss (also i started a taglist! link is at the end)

words: ~800

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SMUT!! mdni! | requests open.

Straddling Joel’s lap with your back to him, clutching your favorite plushie as Joel sat settled between the rest.

“What’d you need, baby?” Joel muttered just above a breath as he set aside the book he was reading, “Sat here for a reason, didn’t you?”

You felt him play with the hem of your miniskirt, fingers inching the fabric higher up your ass. The action made your hips jerk forward in an effort to avoid his fleeting touch, and admittedly, to alleviate some of the pressure building deep within you.

“Joel…” You whispered, hands intensely gripping his knees, “I need help.”

“Oh, honey,” Joel continued, voice still as low as possible, “If you need me to play with your pussy just say so.”

“No—Well, yes, but no… I needed help braiding my hair.”

Joel hummed, then breathed a short laugh. “Well I hope you don’t mind messing around while I do it. Braiding my sweet girl’s hair while she rubs up on me, hm? How does that sound?”

“I like that,” You nodded eagerly, settling further back against him as you clutched your plushie harder, moaning when you felt his hardness press against you through the thin fabric of your panties.

Your back arched as a tremble overtook you at the intensity of it all—the sweetness of Joel’s fingers in your hair, each subtle pull on your scalp as he braided it, and the warning tugs he would give your hair when the roll of your hips slowed too much.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be shy.” Joel whispered, his left arm momentarily wrapping around your waist to pull you even further back against him, “Grind on it a little harder, sweetheart. It’s just me.”

You nodded in compliance, little whines combining with your labored breathing as you let Joel’s clothed cock repeatedly slide against you with great pressure.

“Mhm, just like that. Keep rubbin’ back and forth, that’s all. Then when I’m done with your little braid and you’re done making me feel good, we’ll go downstairs and make sure everyone sees how fuckin’ pretty you look.”

You sighed shakily, imagining what it would be like parading around wearing your braid, knowing that you and Joel were the only two people who knew its dirty origin.

“Please,” You whined, eyes squeezed shut as you rubbed against his crotch.

“You gonna cum?”

You mewled as you nodded. Joel took that as his cue to begin rambling the most depraved things he could think of. It was safe to say he knew exactly what effect his words had on you.

“Gonna get me all wet? Get my jeans all wet? See, when one of my friends asks me what that dark spot on my crotch is, y’know what I’ll tell him? I’ll say, my best friend’s little girl did that. Came all over these jeans while she held her stuffie, and yet she still thinks she has the right to act all shy around me.”

He breathed a humorless laugh then, before finally releasing your hair as he finished the braid. He then turned you around, smirking when your hooded eyes and slack jaw finally came into view. Taking advantage of your slow, malleable state, he moved one of his hands to grip your jaw and hold you still as he subtly rocked you up and down with each press of his hips against yours. You were fully aware that your panties were soaked, so you assumed Joel’s pants were, too. You liked it that way—You liked leaving your mark on him, however temporary it may have been.

You were close. Your pace had become animalistic at that point, your top hiked up above your breasts as you squeezed them together and played with your nipples. One thrust forward, then two, then three, and you were doubling over as your orgasm hit you in waves.

“Joel…” You begged, voice hoarse from arousal. “Want… Want your cum in me—Please. Please, please, plea—”

“Throat or pussy?” He asked, pride evident on his face from how badly you wanted him.

You had to think for a moment. “Throat, my throat, wanna taste it.”

He maneuvered you onto your back, then moved to straddle your chest with his weight hovering above you as he pulled his cock out of the tight confines of his jeans. He rapidly began jerking himself, torso convulsing as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Mouth open, baby girl,” He ordered quickly, a satisfied noise leaving him when you instinctively stuck your tongue out, too.

Hot white cum spurted onto your tongue and face in bursts, pulling the most unabashed whines out of you. When the ropes stopped coming, you closed your mouth and swished Joel’s cum around before opening your mouth again and showing him.

“Jesus… go ahead, honey, swallow.”

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[lunajay33]

The One🤎

Summary: You were in the line up and Negan took a liking towards you taking you back to the sanctuary, he wants you as another wife but you’re different (age gap)

Pairing: Negan Smith x f!reader

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You were sitting in the line up next to Carl, you were the second youngest of the group but for some reason you weren’t scared even though you were surrounded by men with guns and a man swinging around a bat

“Well now look at you, quite the beauty”

“Perv” the group looked at you like you were insane to talk to him like that after what he just did to Abraham

He kneeled in front of you smirking, it made your heart thump it was strange a feeling you’ve never really felt before

“Got a mouth on her too, I like it, how old?”

“22” you said with less sass this time

“Hmmmm I was thinking of killing another one of you but I think I’ll take you home instead” he laughed as he motioned to a man to move you to Negans truck

“You better not touch her” Michonne stated with no fear

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll take real good care of her………..let’s go boys!” Everyone got in there trucks, Negan hoping in the drivers seat just you and him, you looked out to window to those left in the line up watching you with fear, fear for you and what might happen

The truck rolled out of the dirt road until the group was was no longer in sight, leaving you to the silence of the truck, only the sound of Negan tapping on the steering wheel

“Do you have any music in this truck at least” you groaned hating the silence, never was one for it

He laughed pointing to the glove box

“Something should be in there darling”

Rummaging through the few cds that were in the glove box you found a Lana Del Rey CD making you laugh from shock

“Didn’t take you for a Lana man” you said as you slid the CD into the stereo skipping to White Mustang sitting back sighing in relief having missed this song

“What can I say, it’s enticing music, really gets the ladies in the mood”

“Oh really, and how many “ladies” do you get in the mood?” You asked in disbelief a little jealous as well even though you barely knew this man

“I have some wives, you might be the next”

“Well I don’t know what they’re like but if you want me as your wife it’s not going to be that easy and I won’t compete for a man” you didn’t know where this confidence came from but he made you feel a type of way

Negan showed you around the compound finally showing you where you’d be staying

“And this is your room, the other wives are all in the surrounding rooms, mines the one right at the end, if you ever need something”

“You live pretty lavishly up here, why do you need to steal from other communities” you groaned as you sat on the bed

“It’s the way I run things Angel get use to it, I’ll let you settle there will be a man on the outside of the door so you don’t try to escape” he said with that devilish smirk before he left closing the door behind him

You sighed laying back on the bed, in one day things changed so much, Maggie got sick something obviously wrong with the baby, caught by the saviours, Negan finishing off Abraham and now you were taken away from the people you loved, but maybe it was for the best maybe if he hadn’t taken you he might have killed more, if it meant they could live you could put up with whatever was going to happen here

The days went by, it had to have been a week and you haven’t left the room, the man at your door brought you food ever so often but you only ever had a little and picked at it, you felt like a prisoner, you thought since Negan took a liking to you that maybe he’d be around more

It was late in the middle of the night and the man at the door was long gone, you opened the door and the hall was silent, tiptoeing down the hall to the last room Negan said was his, you raised your hand to knock but decided to just go on in, turn the nob and opening slowly, peaking in to see him fast asleep on his huge bed the moon shining in through the windows

You walked to his side of the bed and poked his arm, no movement, you pushed him a bit harder but he only groaned

“Negan?” You whispered finally waking him up, he sat up in bed obviously still a bit out of it

“Angel what’re you doing here so late?” Suddenly this felt like an embarrassingly bad decision but it didn’t change how you were feeling

“I’m……I’m lonely”

You were ready for his quick wit or a horny remark but he just moved over and raised the blankets

“Well come on” you slide in next to him, the woodsy cherry cologne he wore surrounded you calming your nerves, you both laid down face to face

“None of the other wives have ever willingly come to my room” he said

“Why didn’t you come to mine? It’s been a week”

“I don’t know, guess you seem different than the others didn’t wanna blow my chances” this new side of him was a lot more comforting to be around

“Oh so you think you have a chance” you said letting out a sarcastic laugh

“You’re the one that came to my bed” he smirked

“I guess you could have a chance here but o don’t wanna be just another wife Negan” you said before sleep overcame you and you were out

You woke up the next morning to an empty bed except for a piece of paper where Negan was, you opened it a little nervous

“I’m out figuring some things out, I left you some new clothes on the edge of the bed, breakfast is on the desk, get your rest Angel”

Angel, that word sent a thrill through you, you looked to the end of the bed seeing a ivory lacy dress with a pair of worn cowgirl type boots and it fit perfectly, looking at the desk to see strawberries and pancakes, starving you ate the whole thing, tempted to lick the plate

The day went on and it was getting boring, you found a CD player and another Lana del Rey disc, playing Blue Jeans, you walked around the room checking out what he’s collected, a lot of CDs from nickelback to Lana to Alice in chains, a huge range of music, his closet was full of plaid and plain tshirts, you took a brown plaid and threw it on over your dress seeming to match perfectly and his cologne still lingered making your heart thump like the first time you talked

“Looking pretty gorgeous Angel, I see the clothes sit perfect” you heard from behind you making you jump and spin around seeing him leaning against the door frame

“Sorry I was a little cold and I just wanted to wear one” you said feeling embarrased

“Well I think you should wear my clothes more often” he smirked as he took your hand and led you to sit on the bed

“What did you do today? I thought you’d be here when I woke up”

“Your words got to me last night, I know we’ve barely known eachother but…..it’s been a long time since someone’s made me feel this way”

“How do I make you feel?” You asked sitting closer

“Oh I think you know Angel, cause I think you feel the same way, you get a thrill around me, your heart thumps when you’re close to me, I want that more than some meaningless hookups…….thats why let the other wives go, broke everything off, I wanna see where this can go just you and me” he said squeezing your hand

“Really you did that for me?”

“I want a chance Angel, if you’re up for it”

“I’m all yours Negan, but you have to leave Alexandria alone, they’re still my family……please”

“Whatever you want Angel, just want you happy”

He pushed your hair back behind your ear tracing his fingers down you checks to your jaw, butterflies going crazy in your stomach

“I might be a little inexperienced compared to you, I don’t wanna get your hopes up” he laughed before realizing you were serious

“Oh you’re serious, how have you never been with someone, you’re so sexy”

“Well you know the world ended and I never really found the person or the time to bang one out”

“Don’t worry baby, I got you, show you a real good time, when you’re ready”

[serejae]

margaret

myung jaehyun x doodler!reader

syno; a pencil lead you to him now

a/n ; uncapitalization is intended, some kissing, inspired on our beloved summer besides the exes factor lol :-), enjoy

it was a late night, jaehyun wasn’t home yet and you couldn’t quite fall asleep yet. so you decided to kill two birds with one stone. ever since you were young you had a hobby of drawing, it was normal for you to get asked from people to draw them. unfortunately for them your drawings don’t focus on people but rather sights. as you organized your old drawings you came across a dusty folder hidden all the way in the back of your shelf, curious to see what it is you grab it and clear the dust off. the cover of the folder doesn’t go unnoticed with masking tape messily on it with the words “DO NOT OPEN. YOURE CRAZY.” written on top. you laugh to yourself slighty and take the risk going against your past self. when opening the folder a tiny pencil falls out and all the memories suddenly flash back. picking up the pencil, you immediately sit down and go through the folder.

-

it was almost 2 years ago. you were sketching in a cafe when you got distracted by your phone that you didn’t notice one of your pencils falling out of your pencil case. someone suddenly diverts your attention away from your phone. looking up you see the most (not even exaggerated) mesmerizing man, his lips turn up slight and he clears his throat “sorry for bothering you, but your pencil fell” he said with a slight blush on his face and reddish ears. you laugh slightly and thank him expecting that to be the end of your conversation but to your suprise he paused for a second thinking about what to say

“are you here alone?”

the wise answer wouldve been no, i mean you dont even know the guy

“yeah”

“can i sit?”

-

while reminiscing the moment you played with the pencil, the pencil was special, not only because it lead you to jaehyun but the steps it took to realize you loved him.

there were 2 drawings of jaehyun. the only drawings you ever drew of a person

-

drawing 1 .

its been 2 weeks since you met jaehyun. you both had been talking regularly and you hated it: not because you disliked him or anything but rather the opposite. you found yourself developing a

crush. :-/

as you sat at your table shaking your good pencil between your fingers staring at the blank paper that seems to be staring at you back. thats when you started imagining eyes, nose, lips, a face on the paper but not just anyones face. it was myung jaehyun’s. you never had the urge or willingness to draw a person but something inside your soul was telling you to. trying to push the thoughts back you starting thinking to yourself

“i don’t even remember his face accurately”

“its been 2 weeks pfft”

*ding*

pausing at the notification you flip your phone over and the screen illuminates.

myung jae !

**ONE NOTIFICATION **

“if your not too busy do you wanna ft?:p”

fuck.

before replying back (a obvious yes) you scramble your desk for the pencil he had handed you that day. the pencil was tiny, you kept it because you kept forgetting to throw it away but once you find it you reply with a

“sure”

cant seem too desperate right?

and as he calls you and the screens connect, your met with a familiar face and start doodling. focusing on his voice and you drew, you looked up every so often studying his face.

after finishing you date the corner and shove it in the back of your drawer.

-

drawing 2 .

your crazy.

its been 9 months since you first met jaehyun and it takes every muscle in you to not draw him. you can’t feed into your delusional or into the thought that you might have a crush on him. at this point its more then a stupid crush. you would say you just really really really like jaehyun but you guys werent even dating yet and thats the problem.

everyday for these past 9 months the two of you have become incredibly close, might i add a little too close.

all you could think about was him and normally in situations like this you would draw things you like to get your mind off of whatever you were stressed about which sadly wouldn’t work in this situation

as he was what you like and all you could think about.

after a hour on debating (3 minutes) you sigh and open your camera roll, opening the album “mjae<{3” your favorite photo of him, one you didnt even know you took but there was something different about the photo

his eyes.

theres no way he couldnt feel the same about you, right?

shut up.

you stopped the thoughts and started doodling, sketching all the details on his face. youve memorized his face probably more then your own now that you think about it.

adding the finishing touches and dating it, you back away from the paper and stare at it

how does he have you wrapped around his finger so well?

grabbing your phones you search variations of questions into google

“why cant i stop thinking of a guy”

“how to know if you like a guy”

“does my crush like me????” you made sure to find one made bv a guy to insure accuracy.

unfortunately the answers didnt help you

they all lead back to love

and thats when you realized

you don’t really like myung jaehyun

your inloveeeeeeee with myung jaehyun.

jumping onto your bed you scream into your pillow and go into a rage. scrambling around your room you find a folder, empty everything inside, get tape from your desk and aggressively put the tape on there. taking your marker you write “DO NOT OPEN. YOUR CRAZY.” you stuffed the current drawing in there as well dug in your drawer for the previous one. once inside you grab the pencil that started it all and put it inside too. then shoving it to the back of your shelf.

-

a year after meeting jaehyun thats when he finally asked you to be his partner, he had asked to meet in the same cafe you 2 had met. you arrived on time while jaehyun was a bit late, you didnt mind too much though. while waiting you scrolled on your phone when you suddenly heard a voice

“excuse me?

i think you dropped this.”

you look up confused and see a bouquet of flowers with a sticky note attached to it

“be my partner? (plz)” as well a silly drawing of you and jaehyun as cat and dog. looking up you see his familiar face that has a reddish tint

“of course.”

-

you hear the door open snapping you out of your thoughts

“baby? im home!”

“at my desk jae”

you hear him shuffe his way to your desk and kisses you on the head before looking at your desk

“oh look! its the pencil i gave back to you when we first met, you still have it?” he laughed, his eyes shift over to the two drawings on the table of no other then, him.

“woah…”

he said as he picked up the drawings seeing the dated marks

“these are amazing babe, but i thought you didnt draw people?”

you look down at the pencil and smile

oh you couldn’t wait to tell him the storied behind the drawings

you looked up at the sticky note on your wall before opening your mouth

“funny story…”

[milfjuulpod]

Guidance, Ch II

lunch, coffee, perfume, emails

read chapter one here

A/N: heyyyy sorry for my absence my writers block is insane rn….anyways i hope y’all enjoy the second chapter, lmk how u feel abt it and what u wanna see! also- i have posted both of these chapters on my ao3, same username. ok here u go bye

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The office you resided in was dark, a soft light illuminating from the computer screen, gentle music playing from its speakers. The desk was littered with papers, folders, notes, pens—it was quite the mess. Ava had dropped off a stack of reports on students, those who were falling a bit behind and needed a bit of help. So naturally, you quickly got to work. You knew when you arrived at Abbott that you wanted to help as much as possible, and there was no point in waiting to get started. Sure, it was only the first couple of weeks, but you figured it was best to get a head start on things.

Thus, you launched yourself into work. Most of these students had struggled all last year, and you decided to take some preventative measures to help both the students and teachers. Organizing the files into different piles, you heard a knock at the door. You invited whoever it was inside, and were met with a delightful surprise. “Hi Melissa, how can I help you?” You asked, taking your eyes off of the mess sprawled in front of you. “I think you might be the one who needs help, kid, what's all of this?” She asked, almost laughing at how disheveled your workspace was.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, as Melissa took place in the seat across from you. “Ava dropped off some files on students, so I’m trying to make plans for them for this year.” She looked at you with such care at that moment, before returning to her usual demeanor. “Well don’t run yourself into the ground before we get halfway into the school year, I have a feeling your desk is gonna look like this a lot,” she teased. You replied with a quiet yes, and went to turn the music down before Melissa stopped you.

“Hold on, is that Italian?” She asked, trying to hide the smile on her face. Glancing at the screen, you realized what was playing. “Yeah, it's called Salvatore, by Lana Del Rey, I listen to this song a lot.” Her smile grew at your statement, and took mental note of it. At this point, you wondered why Melissa came in here, she still has yet to say. As if she read your mind, she spoke again. “I came to bring this to you, I had some extra and wasn’t sure if you’d eaten already, and I’m gonna guess you haven’t,” She gestured to the desk once again before setting down a tupperware in front of you. As she stood up to take her leave, she said, “I hope you like this Italian food as much as you like listening to the language,” and walked out of your office. You felt nearly as warm as the food sitting in front of you. 

       

When five p.m. rolled around, you figured it was about time to call it. Many plans were made for students, the rest would have to wait until tomorrow. You packed up your things to leave, when you remembered the tupperware sitting on the edge of your desk. Melissa’s tupperware. Hoping she didn’t leave, you grabbed it and rushed to her door. Unfortunately, her lights were off and the door was locked. Looks like that will have to wait until tomorrow too. 

      On the way out, you were stopped by Janine. “Hey! how’s the first week going?” She asked, excited as ever. You told her about the work you had done, and what was still left to do. “I just gotta take this home and wash it now, it’s Melissa’s.” Janine’s eyes widened at that statement, making you feel like maybe you said something you shouldn’t have. “Oh, Melissa gave you that? It took weeks before she even remembered my name, let alone give me something,” She shuffled on her feet nervously. “I hope she’s not trying to butter you up for anything,” Janine’s rambling was cut off by Gregory pulling up to the two of you. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” 

      Walking to your own car, you wondered what Janine could’ve meant by that. Melissa had been nothing but kind to you, what could possibly make her say that? Sure, the older teacher had a bit of a tough exterior, but she already took a liking to you. Janine’s words echoed in your head, and the anxiety grew as you thought about what Melissa really wanted from you. 

        

The following morning, you walked to Melissa’s classroom with her clean tupperware and coffees in hand. One for you, one for her. You were just going to return her dish, give her the coffee, and leave. Nothing more, nothing less. The crush on her was a bit ridiculous at this point, you barely knew the redhead, and yet you wanted nothing more but to learn everything. Knocking lightly on the door, you let yourself in. “Good morning, you left yesterday before I could give this back to you. Oh, and here’s a coffee as a thank you.” You greeted Melissa with excitement. Except she didn’t match the energy, at all. She didn’t even look up from her computer as she quietly said “thank you.” 

        Okay, maybe you were planning on staying a bit longer and chatting with her before getting to your own work, and you felt a bit defeated. Silently, you left the classroom and walked to your own office, wondering if Janine was right about Melissa. It was hard to focus on work feeling this way, and slowly, but surely, it was lunch time. Opting to work through it, you didn’t visit the break room with everyone else. You missed Melissa anxiously looking for you in the break room. But her best friend didn’t. 

        

“Why do you keep looking at the door? Are you waiting for someone?” Barbara asked the woman next to her. Melissa glanced at the cameras, before deciding to lie. “Uh, no. Just…paying attention. You can never be too careful.” Barbara knew what that tone meant, but decided to let it go. Playing the events from this morning back in her mind, Melissa felt a little bad for ignoring you, and this made her upset. Why did she care? 

      “You’re shaking the whole table bouncing your leg, Melissa. What’s going on?” Barbara questioned. Melissa just sighed in response and leaned back in her chair. With a stern look from her friend, she started talking. “I don’t know. That new guidance counselor came by this morning to return my tupperware and I was busy so I didn’t really say much. And then she just left, but what was I supposed to do? She got me coffee too, I didn’t even realize until she was gone. It was good though, I haven’t been to the place she got it from. Maybe I should ask her where it is? Or…I don’t know…” The redhead trailed off. Across from her, Barbara tried her best to hide the shock from hearing her friend’s words. 

       “Why are you overthinking this? I’m sure she’s fine and wouldn’t mind you inquiring about the coffee. Go, before the break is over and I have to hear about this all over again tomorrow morning.” Barbara laughed as Melissa rolled her eyes, but she stood up to go searching. 

     

  You, on the other hand, decided to pick up a sandwich from the corner store across the street for lunch. Upon returning, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you opened the office door. “Melissa! Oh good god you scared me, what are you doing in here?” You whisper-screamed, adrenaline still rushing for a moment. “I had a question for ya,” she replied, so casually. As if it was normal for her to sneak into your office while you were out. Come to think of it, you remember locking the door, how exactly did she get in?

       “A question that couldn’t wait for me to get back from the store? And that’s my chair, scooch it,” You set the sandwich on the desk and leaned against it as well waiting for Melissa to move out of your seat. She didn’t. “Sorry for being so short with you this morning, kid. I was a little overwhelmed with making plans for both of my classes, but thank you for the coffee, that was sweet.” She smiled at you sincerely, and if this is what you get for buying her a coffee, it might become a daily thing. “Where did you get it by the way?”

        “Oh! It’s this new place that just opened up by my apartment, Opus. I’ve been a few times already, might become a regular there,” you told her. “Yeah, that makes two of us.” Melissa stood up to leave, and without thinking, you grabbed her hand to stop her. “Wait! Did you say both of your classes? You have two?” 

        Melissa was visibly surprised at your physical touch, but she didn’t pull back either. “Yeah, a combined second and third grade class. Gonna be a great year,” She informed you, rolling her eyes in the process. You let go of her hand finally and took in what she said. “If you need any help, with lesson plans or grading, you know where to find me.” 

        The teacher took your hand again and gently squeezed it before letting go, “Thanks hon, I’ll keep that in mind. And next time you need lunch, you know where to find me,” She said with a smirk before walking out the door. Sitting down, you took in the smell of her perfume that coated the area for a few moments more. The sweet scent was quickly forgotten when you looked at your computer screen. Many emails, forgotten assignments, but what caught your eye immediately, was a new email, from Melissa of all people. 

       Forgot to ask while I was still with you, but would you want to meet this afternoon or later this week to help me with some planning? Maybe we can enjoy a coffee inside the shop this time. Let me know. 

-Melissa Schemmenti

[pumpkinbxtch]

Okay so I was thinking a Reyna x Daughter of Neptune reader. Said daughter of Neptune is an outcast due to her heritage and the only thing her powers are good for is destruction but she's ambitious. She believes she can be more and is aiming for the role of praetor. It leads to a rivalry between her and Reyna. However they are both secretly on the side of the Argo II crew during HoO when they're being hunted. And because of it at some point their rivalty turns to trust and they develop feelings for each other.

love in times of war 𓍼

— reyna ramírez-arellano x daughter of neptune!reader

☆ radiostar is playin': get free by lana del rey...!

summary: you and reyna didn't have a great relationship until a common goal brought you together. you have been plotting against octavian's ideals and that has made you closer but perhaps for you it has been a little more than just being closer or being friends... warnings: none a/n: I think it was interesting to do this, I really enjoyed it although I think I will only do Reyna upon requests or if I have a big inspiration.

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So, you snuck into Reyna's room again. Honestly, you found it hilarious that the guards didn't notice you were out of your cohort. You glanced around before knocking your knuckles against the door, following the pattern she knew all too well.

Even though you knew nobody was probably watching, adrenaline made you sweat, feeling time tick with each second she didn't open the door. When she did, you did your usual, pushing her and swiftly closing the door, lock included.

— Good evening to you too — you smirked, glancing her over your shoulder with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.

— Praetor Reyna — the humor in your voice made her smile, and you headed to her bed to sit down, noticing the other side was empty since there was no other Praetor, though Jason was still out there, with Percy, who had taken his place just a few weeks ago. But now it didn't matter; both had fled with those others you had no idea what the hell they were doing, but you knew you had to support them.

— I know what you're thinking — her voice startled you, feeling a knot in your stomach you were dying to untie but didn't know how.

— About how I'll steal your praetorship? — You joked with a small smile, and she huffed playfully, tossing her braid over her shoulder.

— You wish — you turned your head and noticed her chocolate eyes seemed to turn black when only the torches illuminated them. Reyna walked toward you with those regal steps that caught your attention, almost stealing it entirely, and that wasn't good since you already dealt with attention deficit, if she did it while you were trying to defuse a bomb, you'd fail miserably. You knew it.

— There's no news — she said softly once she sat next to you, so close you could smell her violet fragrance, the same one she had on her bedside wooden table. You nodded calmly and sat in a way you could face her. You furrowed your brow as you stumbled over the first words, making her lean a little closer to you, which of course didn't help.

— In fact, I don't think I came entirely for that — when your response finally came out of your mouth, it took her by surprise a bit. She narrowed her eyes, and you smiled widely, struggling to bury your embarrassment.

— No?

You shook your head, looking past her. She leaned in a bit more, and you felt your mouth go dry; if it weren't for the dim light, it would be evident that you were blushing from ear to ear.

— So?

—I...— you struggled again trying to formulate a coherent sentence and stopped for a few seconds, thinking about what you could ruin with it. Was it worth it? Or would she think you were a freak? Oh, by Neptune, if you already had enough with your divine lineage, that thought made you take a thousand steps back. Your smile flickered, but in the end, you held it —I think I might just want to see you. We don't need everything to revolve around those seven and Octavian's crappy plans.

Reyna tilted her head with a confused expression, probably because she didn't understand your motive since hers had only been for the good of the camp. She surely didn't understand how you could come up with that after just wanting to steal her position, then being good comrades fighting from within against Octavian's brainwashing, much less in times like these, but you really couldn't stand the idea of hiding it anymore.

— Are you saying you come here out of friendship? — That word pierced your chest, and you struggled with the annoyance it provoked, avoiding it being evident on your face. Reyna was one of the smartest people you had ever met in your life, but you couldn't believe how oblivious she could be about certain things. Then that thought ran down your spine, chilling your blood, what if you had misinterpreted those small acts? You cursed, and your mind raced.

Was it normal for her to seek your hands some nights to hold them? As far as you remembered, you didn't need physical contact with your battle partner to strategize. Or the way she teased you? Sometimes, she would get so close that her minty breath fanned your cheek, making it impossible for you not to face her in the same way, and when you did, the way she smiled at you when her eyes met yours wasn't normal or friendly.

You cleared your throat.

— I don't think friendship is exactly what I mean — your knee sank deeper into the mattress as you leaned a little closer to her, as if you were about to tell her a secret. Reyna's hands sweated as she smelled your Coco scent, but she remained firm because in that game, she was too good. —Do you understand?

The brunette never wished so much to have control over her vocal cords to prevent her words from trembling; she thought she was stepping on a certain floor that could collapse if she said the wrong things.

— I don't understand half-baked explanations — she said reluctantly, and unlike what she would have expected, you let out a huge groan.

— Reyna, something's going on between us. Right? — You took her shoulders, and she couldn't help but lean back. You had never imagined with just that, you could see more fear in her eyes than when she fought beasts triple your size. — If I'm crazy, throw me out of here. I'll live as the rejected I am by my father, I'll never aspire to the Praetorship, but tell me I'm wrong.

— Will you also stop supporting those seven just for that?— You clenched your lips; you could see she was playing with you, but Reyna was on the verge of running out of her own bedroom regardless of the damn rules and punishments they would impose on her.

—That's non-negotiable — you clarified as if it were obvious, silly even to consider letting Octavian win. Reyna hummed, looking over your shoulder, and you clenched yours; she was playing dumb. —You're changing the subject!

— Oh, am I?— You raised your hands, annoyed, and shook your head with irritation. You knew it wasn't a good idea; now you had just thrown everything away. That's what you thought until her lips kissed your cheek. You looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

— Of course, there's something — her voice softened a bit, her gaze fixed on the empty bed in front of you, as if she wasn't dropping a bomb that could make you sink thousands of ships.— But I didn't think it was a good time to say it out loud or I just thought I was being carried away by the strong emotions surrounding us lately.

You understood. You were at war, and everything felt like the last breath, so people tend to cling tightly to what's closest to them, what makes them feel better, just as a way to feel the need to resist, to survive. In the end, it was momentary, but you looked at Reyna, and it didn't feel the same way, you didn't want her just because she made you feel safe in a moment of such uncertainty. It was something more.

You searched for her hand, the one with that ring, and intertwined it with yours, a silent act but with too much emotional weight for both of you.

— I know what it's letting myself be carried away by emotions, I'm a daughter of Neptune — you joked and stroked the back of her hand with your thumb,— but this isn't like that, I wouldn't leave you at the first chance I had. Hell, leave a woman like you? — You scoffed, and she shook her head with closed eyes, releasing a laugh that helped her release the stress of that situation — Grace should have thought twice and Jackson four times, I'm surprised we're even remotely related.

Reyna stifled her laughter, but your goofy smile only encouraged her more to imitate you. Reyna never imagined telling you what you made her feel, never actually, but from that moment on, she was excited about all the things you could do, she was a romantic at heart. Then, like in any romance book she could have read, she took you by the wrist and pulled you towards her to kiss you. One of her hands rested on the back of your head while the other pulled you towards her from the neck of your camp shirt. Her lips were soft, and you couldn't help but kiss her slowly to enjoy that new sensation, she seemed to feel the same by the way she crumpled your shirt.

She pulled away from you with sparkling eyes, and you huffed, making some of your hair fly from your forehead. You felt overwhelmed and too heated, surely at that distance, your blush was noticeable as well as hers that stood out on her brown skin. Reyna smiled eagerly and sat up again, linking her fingers with yours.

—Let's get rid of that grumpy little gnome from power, together.

Your eyes widened with excitement, and you nodded firmly, bumping your forehead with hers and giving her a peck.

— Together.

[rpmemes-galore]

Lana Del Rey : Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd album ... sentence starters

"Don't forget me."

"God, I love you, baby."

"You wanted me sadder."

"It's a shame that we die."

"But without them, I'd die."

"Does that sound like love?"

"Love me until I love myself."

"I threw caution to the wind."

"When's it gonna be my turn?"

"Come on, baby, you can thrive."

"Open me up, tell me you like me."

"Do you really think I give a damn."

"I can never stop, wanna have fun."

"Run away like your head is on fire."

"You've been acting pretty restless."

"So you say there's a chance for us."

"It's a shame and I'm crying right now."

"I wrote you a note, but I didn't send it."

"You give me this and I got you, honey."

"So many mountains too high to climb."

"I've got things to do, like nothing at all."

"But, sometimes, it's just not your time."

"I know, I know, I know that you hate me."

"Not that smart, but I've got things to say."

"If you want someone, then just call me up."

"Do you contemplate where we came from?"

"I haven't done a cartwheel since I was nine."

"I won't testify, I already fucked up my story."

"I've got magic in my hand, stars in my eyes."

"I don't know if it was God, but it felt like God."

"I haven't seen my mother in a long, long time."

"It's just that I don't trust myself with my heart."

"Baby, I'll bring the coffee if you bring the wine."

"I had to leave. Knew they wouldn't understand."

"Wouldn't that be somethin' to talk about for us?"

"I've discovered my preaching is mostly about me."

"I'm probably running away from the feelings I get."

"What I do after years of just hearing them talking?"

"It's not about having someone to love me anymorе."

"I couldn't be there for the one who was closest to me."

"Lately, I've been thinking about how things used to be."

"There's a certain point the body can't come back from."

"I like how you talk, how you speak, how you look at me."

"Although it seems I've gotten better, I can be violent, too."

"I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul."

"What kind of mother was she to say I'd end up in institutions?"

"My pastor told me when you leave, all you take is your memory."

"If you wanna go where nobody goes, that's where you'll find me."

"When everyone's star is bright, brighter than you are, it's time to go."

"I know that we've got problems. I plan to address them another day."

"If you want some basic bitch, go to the Beverly Center and find her."

"For me, you are the one… and if I'm not the one for you, don't just say it."

"What the fuck's wrong in your head to send me away, never to come back?"

"This is gonna sound crazy to you, but I'm gonna tell you the absolute truth."

"So if you don't know, don't give up, 'cause you never know what the new day might bring."

"I know they think that it took thousands of people to put me together again like an experiment."

[ineedtopost]

Paolo stories and rumors and their sources

Ok, so in the last 23 days i've been talking to @nate-acmilan a lot and he really likes having sources for everything I tell him about Maldini. This has led me to two things, one, that others most likely want the sources to these stories, and two, I have found many sources for these things because of it. Also i've found a lot of random things too:

Rumors (Fully sourced)

So the first story I have a source for is Maradona saying that Paolo is too pretty to play football, which i'm pretty sure everyone has heard at some point. So basically I had another source for this, which is this one: https://arcobaleno2006.wordpress.com/2005/02/23/made-in-milan/

But then just before I posted this Nate sent a better one which is funnier and from a few years before: http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/988261.stm

2. Ok so this one isn't really a rumor or story but basically I am just going to assume everybody is curious about a source for Paolo liking coca-cola, so besides the pictures with him always having it I also have a source, which is just the magazine I got, because the others are taking super long to get here:

Though, there was another source for this but I don't remember, but it was among the ones for this list anyway. But his liking of cola is mentioned sometimes at random when people talk about him.

3. I think that everybody has different interpretations of what happened at his first training session, but what I originally heard was that Cesare just left him there and came back later, which is true. Also, he wasn't there for Paolo's debut match either, though to be fair it wasn't known it was going to be his debut. This source has both of those:

4. I don't know if this is known a lot or not but Paolo didn't graduate high school, he only got up to a middle school diploma. But I knew this, and of course was asked for a source, so here it is:

5. Also, I don't know if everyone has heard of this but I'm assuming some of you have, and it's Paolo liking Silence of the Lambs. Some sources say it's his favorite, some not, but I think this is where that idea originally comes from:

Semi-Sourced

For this section I have one thing so I won't be numbering it, but basically I have heard that Armani wanted Paolo to Model for him, at some point in the 90's. And I always thought that this took place in the late 90's, but actually it was apparently in 1994 when he said this, according to this:

However I have nothing else to go off of for this, so it's still semi-true because I haven't seen a direct quote from Armani.

Tid-Bits

Ok, so this section is just random things I found in my research and one of them is that, at least back in the day, Paolo walked on his tippytoes when he wasn't wearing shoes. It comes from a book where the author interviewed Paolo himself, and Adriana and Billy and Cesare and Ambrosini and Ancelotti etc., so I believe it to be true:

You can just download it from there for free. That in particular is on page 177-178.

2. This is something else that comes from that book, which is that as a kid his mom made him do gymnastics and guitar. This is from page 25.

3. Last, I know that Paolo used to have a website but I don't think any of us have actually seen it. But I found an archived version of it recently:

Ok so that's it. I don't know if there is anything else I forgot, but obviously if you want to ask about any stories or rumors do it because I might have sources for that as well. And no, @kvaradonaa, I still have not found the source for Paolo and Sheva sleeping in the same bed, which I know is devastating but I haven't seen anything about it since that one time. So yeah, but I also did this because no gatekeeping and also because those new magazines are taking forever to get here and I am bored.

[time-to-write-and-suffer]

Seven snippets, seven people

Was tagged by @lonsdalewrite forty bazillion years ago, finally have enough material and spoons to actually share stuff. Thank you for the tag!!

Gonna do the elf marriage wip (Nettle and Song if you're pretentious (and I am)) cuz it's the freshest one

Tagging (lmk if you want off this ride or onto it)

@hanna-writes, @nabanna, @croaceian, @angelofthemornings, @descent-of-stars

@rrrawrf-rewrites, @scribble-dee-vee, @forthesanityofsome @meanceclosetohell and YOUUUUUUU!

Putting the snippets under a cut cuz I can't be bothered to edit them rn but I might feel up for it later also it got kinda long oops

1

“Relax. As long as you don’t murder anyone, these talks will be the most peaceful interaction we’ve had with humans since the war ended,” Del mumbled while they waited. “It’ll be fine even if you don’t speak. Or smile. Or make any sort of positive impression.”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure they’ll love giving their princess away to the meanest-looking asshole in the Given Earth.”

“Meanest-looking? No-no, dear prince, you’re a pretty elf boy. Humans find elves irresistible, you know. Just pout and bat your little eyelashes, and they’ll let you get away with just about anything.

Roel grimaced, hand tightening around the hilt of his sword.

“Wonderful.”

2

Mother sat down next to Teddy, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Nobody can force you to marry against your will, Theodosia. No matter who says what, no matter the so-called political benefits or diplomacy. You are not cattle to be traded.”

Mother glared at Elias, who winced, “Stop. I didn’t bring Teddy up to trade her.”

“Then why did you?”

“And why not? Is this better? What’s left for her here, where she’s not allowed into the royal palace without an invitation? Where her own mother and siblings can’t see her without sneaking behind the king’s back like criminals? She didn’t do anything wrong!”

3

“Ted? Is everything alright?”

He put rubbed her back gently. It made the tears sting harder, and she blinked them away stubbornly. If people noticed Efra, they’d notice her and her expression, and that would lead to gossip. Better to have the elves be the main talking point rather than the queen’s rejected child having a crisis.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she sighed deeply.

“Are you sure? I could tell them to wait.”

“No, it’s fine. I was just remembering some things. Nothing to worry about.”

She forced a smile. Efra didn’t seem convinced, but this wasn’t the time to figure out Teddy’s emotional traumas. He had to drop it almost as much as she.

“The elves are ready to meet me, I assume?” she said when he kept staring at her with that worried expression.

“Yes. But I’d rather come up with an excuse than have you break down in front of them.”

“’Break down’?” Teddy scoffed. “Please. If I were breaking down, there would be casualties.”

4

“I forgot that humans welcome women in combat,” Del said thoughtfully. “Androel, would you consider this a virtue or a flaw in a woman?”

Roel hated his brother in that moment, when Del forced all eyes to land on him.

He grunted vaguely, “Depends on who she’s fighting.”

5

“Do you have magic too, Lady Frye? Were you blessed by your goddess?” Roel wondered, genuine curiosity softening his tone.

Lady Frye smiled demurely. “I have been blessed by Etheme as well as any other member of my family, Your Highness. Even if it was never quite so obvious as those of my siblings, I am still grateful for it.”

“For what?” Roel pressed.

Her smile took on a strained edge. “One must be grateful for everything Etheme deems fit to give. My only gifts were a full belly and a loving family.”

So she hadn’t received a blessing, then. She had no magic. Wasn’t that so much easier to say than whatever other nonsense she’d been going on about?

The song was coming to an end. Soon, they parted, and Roel bowed along with the other men. She curtsied deeply.

“Thank you, Prince Androel,” she said. “I hope we can dance again sometime.”

He didn’t.

6

“But don’t you want to choose who you marry?” Mother asked. “What if they demand heirs? What then?”

Teddy hadn’t thought that far. Or rather, she hadn’t wanted to think that far. The idea of simply sharing a bed with Prince Androel made her queasy enough, but imagining touching him? Or him touching her? It made her want to peel her skin off.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. If we get there. Aren’t you worried a little too prematurely? What if Prince Androel says no?”

She half hoped he would.

Mother shook her head, “I spoke with King Roendel. The prince is willing.”

Oh. So it was really happening.

After that awful first meeting, too! It seemed the prince must’ve had his own reasons for accepting, since he was openly disgusted with her.

And every other human.

And everything in general.

7

“How long do I have to stay?”

“There is no time requirement, Your Highness, and you may leave whenever you please. Though I would recommend staying for the better part of an hour at the very least, if you cannot tolerate a whole night.”

“Can you?” he challenged.

“I don’t see why not. I’ve a good book, some hot tea and biscuits, and it’s a warm summer night. There are worse ways to spend an evening.”

“Where will you sleep?”

“In the bed.”

“And where will I sleep?”

Theodosia pursed her lips, her cheeks bursting with sudden color. “I’m sure the bed can accommodate two people.”

“Which part of ‘I am not touching you’ escapes your understanding?” Roel sneered.

“If at least one of us is awake when physical contact accidentally happens, we each would be able to stop it. And if it happens while we’re both asleep, what difference does it make?”

[heartfullofleeches]

Oc-tober Day Ten – Movie Night

Yandere Slasher Director – Elliot Wiltshire 

Word count: 800

The brunette male checks the time on his watch, clicking his tongue as the seconds go by. “6:48…” 

He bounces his foot against the concrete floor as he does the math in his head. “Doesn’t give me a lot of time. Better get things started now.”

Elliot swings the bucket cradled in his opposite arm backwards, dumping its contents over a man tied to one of the room's support beams as he hurls it forward. The man is slow to rise despite the coldness of the water – till the bucket comes crashing down on his skull. He jolts to full attention, scanning his surroundings with frantic eyes. Though the only light in the room comes from a computer monitor, he can tell he’s in a basement. The walls and floor are covered in a black tarp and there’s a horrible stench in the air. He realizes the source of it is himself as he looks down at the dark stains crawling down the length of his shirt. He retches.

“Try not to throw up. I only have about twenty-six hours to edit, and I don’t want the smell of vomit in my workspace.”

His head spins, neck unable to carry the weight of his swollen skull as it rolls to the side.. “What… what the fuck is going on?” 

Elliot snaps his fingers. “Hey, hey, Michael? Can you hear me?” He adds support to the base of his neck. “You got hit pretty hard earlier. What can you remember, Michael?” 

Michael tries to point his attention to the man. The apron over his green turtleneck is covered in spots similar to the ones on his first. “huh?”

Elliot cuts into his windpipe with his fingers.. “What do you remember.” 

That seems to jog his memory. Michael rambles. “I-I was just delivering some pizzas and the last order was to this creepy place in the middle of nowhere. I got dragged inside and then- I can’t remember much after that..”

Elliot sigh, standing up. “That’s good enough. You put up a pretty good fight and got away. I would’ve finished you off then, but that couple down the road took you in. Really sucks. Seems like they were just a nice old couple.. i hope we’ll be like that someday. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. They’ll be good props for the second filming…” His eyes narrow as he mutters to himself. “Fuck, that’s probably a spoiler… Eh, your reaction should still be good enough when you see them.” 

With his lucidity returning, Michael lashes out; bruising his crushed ribs against the chains wrapped around them. “Who the fuck do you think you are, man?! Why are you doing this!?” 

Elliot's neutral expression becomes a half smile; emotion flashing in his eyes. “Me? Just a guy looking to impress the person he likes. I’ve been trying to get away from this life. Gone back to school and all that. It’s where I met them actually. We have a few things in common. For one, they love a good horror movie. Just like me.”

He kneels again, tapping Michael’s shoulder with a rusty cleaver. “You’ve met them too, you know? Did some.. searching around and found out their address. All I wanted was to treat my partner to something nice, and then you had to go and start flirting with them.”

Michael trembles as Elliot drags the teeth of the blade along his neck, stopping at the jugular. “Please… Just let me go.”

Elliot chuckles, tossing the knife across the floor and making Michael jump by reflex. He drinks in the man’s sobs as he leans in.

“I will – eventually. I only woke you up to give you some tips on your performance. I really like this person and it seems like they might feel the same in some way. They've asked to come over a couple times, and I want to make the best impression I can so do me a favor and scream nice and loud, alright?” 

Michael screams.

-

Elliot steps over the coffee table as a frightened face pops up on the television screen. He holds out the bowl of popcorn in his hand as he sits down beside you.

“Want some more?”

You reach around in the air for the bowl until he places it within grabbing range, eyes glued to the tv. You wince as a hacksaw cuts through the delivery man’s torso before breaking out into a smile. 

“Oof, that one looked like it really hurt. I didn’t know what to expect when you said you made horror films, but this is good, Elli.”

Elliot takes in your praise as he sneaks an arm around you. He leans in and kisses your hair as he then whispers. “The only thing better than a good horror movie scream is you, Y/n.” 

[eddysocs]

Soup-er Apology — Tony DiNozzo x OC

Summary: Tony bothers Delia on her day off, only to find out she’s sick, so he takes it upon himself to try and make her feel better.

Word Count: 690

Warnings: None

Tony DiNozzo stretched out on his couch, relishing his day off. He’d planned a day of relaxation, maybe a trip to the movie theater to stuff himself with popcorn and take in the latest action flick, but a nagging thought kept distracting him. It was Delia’s day off too, and he couldn’t stop wondering what she was up to. Maybe she wasn’t doing any thing either and would want to go to the movies with him. Without thinking, he grabbed his phone and dialed her number.

“Hello,” Delia answered. She sounded sleepy, her voice coming out a little raspy and strained. It was just after noon, wasn’t she up yet?

Tony couldn’t help but quip, “Well, have a little too much fun last night did we?”

A pause, then a sigh. “I’m not hungover, DiNozzo. I’m sick. What do you want?”

Tony winced, realizing his mistake. “Sorry, Dels. I didn’t know. You sound awful.”

“Gee, thanks,” she replied dryly. “Was there something you needed?”

“No, I just wanted to check in, see if you wanted to catch a movie, but I, uh, hope you feel better,” he stammered, feeling a pang of guilt. He ended the call, but he couldn’t shake the image of Delia, sick and alone. It wasn’t long before he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

About an hour later, after a trip to his favorite local deli, Tony stood outside Delia’s apartment, juggling a bag of soup containers and a bouquet of daisies he’d picked up on a whim. Tucking the flowers under his arm, he knocked gently, hoping she wouldn’t be too annoyed at his intrusion.

Delia opened the door, wrapped in a blanket, looking even worse than she had sounded. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Tony? What are you doing here?”

“I brought you some soup,” he said, holding up the bag. “And flowers.”

Her expression softened into a smile, one that didn’t quite fully reach her tired eyes, and she stepped aside to let him in. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I felt bad about earlier. Thought I’d try to make it up to you.”

“Come in, then. Make yourself at home.”

Tony set the soup on the counter and handed her the flowers. “You got a vase for these?”

Delia nodded and pointed to a cupboard. While she filled the vase with water, Tony ladled out some soup and brought it over to her.

“Here, sit down. You need to eat.”

Delia accepted the bowl gratefully and sank into her couch. Tony sat beside her, watching as she took a few sips. “How are you feeling?”

“Like death warmed over,” she replied with a half hearted chuckle. “But the soup helps. Thanks, Tony.”

He grinned. “Anything for you, Delia.”

As they sat in comfortable silence, Tony’s eyes wandered to the stack of DVDs on her coffee table. “Hey, what’s this?”

Delia glanced over. “Oh, just some of my favorite movies. I like to watch them when I’m sick. Helps take my mind off things.”

Tony picked up a DVD and examined it. “You mind if we watch one?”

“Sure,” she said, smiling. “Pick one you haven’t seen. If that’s possible.”

He selected one called Medicine Man and popped it into the DVD player. As the movie started, Tony glanced over at Delia, who was already looking more relaxed. He felt a warmth spread through him, not just from doing something kind, but from being close to her.

Halfway through the movie, Delia leaned her head on Tony’s shoulder. He froze for a moment, then relaxed, enjoying the closeness. He knew they weren’t officially together, but this felt like a step in the right direction.

When the movie ended, Delia looked up at him with a sleepy smile. “Thanks for coming over, Tony. You made me feel a lot better.”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Anytime, Delia. Anytime.”

As he left her apartment, Tony couldn’t help but feel hopeful about what the future might hold. Today had been a small step, but it was a step he was more than willing to take.

For @sicktember

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @kmc1989, @curious-kittens-ocs, @fanficanatic-tw, @gcthvile

Delia Hastings: @nathan-ocs

[mylittlediarys-stuff]

Bite Back Part 8

Part 9- https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlediarys-stuff/754787032385159168/bite-back-part-9?source=share

Well, the girl did hate dinner, but there was one thing she loved doing afterward. Ever since she got her power, she started playing around with it every day after dinner. Currently, she was jumping off walls and shooting webs. She was trying to perfect the act of shooting webs while swinging with them, which was pretty hard to do in her room.

Then a thought formed in her head.

What if I practice in the city?

More room, more space, more freedom to do whatever she wants. She went to her closet to look for clothes to wear during her adventure. As she looked, she thought,

There is always the chance that Bruce will catch me. If he does, I’m in deep shit.

She threw on a black jacket.

Matter of fact, if anyone catches me, I’m done for. They could sell me to some lab or something.

She found some black cargo jeans she hadn’t worn in years.

But this is the best chance to practice. It would be good for me to be good at the spider stuff before I tell Bruce.

Maybe he will be a bit proud of me then. I could join the family business.

She found some old red Converse she used to love to wear, but the material of the shoes might be too thick for her to use her powers.

She switched the Converse for ballerina slippers. The flats were thin enough for her feet to still stick to walls. She somehow found a face mask to cover her face with. She left her phone just in case someone decided to check her location but she doubted anyone would.

Instead of a phone, she brought her old watch that was barely working so she could read the time. She locked the door and put a chair right in front of it, just in case Alfred felt the need to come and check-in.

She opened the window in her room and looked back.

Is this the wrong thing to do? … Nah, I'm just gonna do my own thing.

She jumped from her window, hoping to land on her feet.

-

Amaka had been wandering the city for 30 minutes, trying to find a building she could climb. She had forgotten how scary Gotham could be at night.

That one looks good!

It was a medium-height building, not too tall, not too small. She easily started to walk on the walls, it was like walking on air. When she reached the top, she saw a somewhat beautiful view for Gotham.

Even an ugly city like this could look beautiful.

She sat down on the edge of the building, just taking everything in. If she had her phone, she would start playing some Lana Del Rey songs or something like that.

She had sat there for about 10 minutes when she got this feeling. The same feeling she got before the car crash and before Damian threw that knife. Like something bad was about to happen.

She got up and hurried to find someplace to hide. She found some boxes that looked like enough protection for her. She saw some kind of door open, and three men walked out, two of them pulling a lady by her hair and one with a gun. The men holding the lady kick her knees in, forcing the lady to kneel.

“Listen here, bitch, if you don’t tell me where that money is,” the man with the gun pointed his gun towards her head, “well, all I can say is I love the smell of gunpowder.”

Are they going to kill her? No shit, Sherlock, of course they are.

She reached into her pocket to pull her phone. This was the one time being Bruce’s kid was a good thing.

Shit. I didn’t bring it.

“Look, you know I can’t tell you anything,” the lady said.

Girl, you better say something, or you’re gonna die.

“Then I got no choice.” He is going to kill her. Amaka slowly got up from her spot.

I have these powers, I show put them to good use. I shouldn't sit around and be a coward.

Amaka slowly got up from her spot.

“First of all, put the gun down, and second, I call bullshit. Gunpowder doesn’t have a smell,” Amaka said, lowkey regretting the joke. Her stomach sank when the man pointed the gun toward her.

“And who are you?”

She took a deep breath in, she decided to be a funny hero person so she might as well stick with the act.

“Just a peaceful person who doesn’t go pointing guns at people,” she started pointing her hand at the gun. “I mean you should put that down. That could hurt someone.”

“Usually, when people see a gun, they put their hands up,” the man said.

Oh, I’m definitely going to regret this.

“I have the perfect names for you three: Stupid 1, 2, and 3.”

“Stupid?” The man holding the gun said, visibly angry now.

“At least you’re Stupid 1, not 2 or 3.” At that, she released a web towards the gun and got it. “Stupid for letting me get your gun.”

She took the bullets out and was able to bend the gun into a u shape.

“What the f—”

“Hey, Stupid 1, don’t curse. This needs to stay kid-friendly,” Amaka said. She was having a little too much fun with this.

The other two men let go of the lady and started to run towards Amaka. The man who was holding the gun joined the others. She was thankful to her past self for watching her family practice fighting for hours. She didn't realize she learned so much by just watching.

She mostly dodged most of their hits and gave a few back, (she realized how much she needed to hold back if you wanted to kill the men) and it helped that they were slow and she was just… Superhuman?

“You fellas need to fight over me, it’s enough to go around.” The more she talked, the more she felt like a different person. Sure, she threw jokes around once in a while, but not like this.

In the end, she was able to get them all to the ground and web them up. She grabbed the phone in Stupid 1’s pocket and called the police. She turned to the lady, who looked stunned.

“The police will be here soon, so stay here or leave, I guess.”

“Who are you?”

“Who am I?” She had to think about that. “I don’t really know. I’ll get back to you in two business weeks.”

And with that, she took a risk and jumped off the building. When the lady saw that, she rushed to the edge, thinking her hero just committed suicide. But no, Amaka used her webs to swing to a building.

I bet I look so cool right now.

Extra-

Lady’s POV

The minute the hero left, the lady who looked helpless turned into a different person. She pulled out her phone and called one of her friends.

“Nat, done with the mission that fast.”

“Nope, I got interrupted I’m gonna need to stay for a few more days.”

Nat started to look at the three men who were tied up by these white things. To the women, it looked like thick spider webs.

“Tony, we got a new player in Gotham,” and turned her head away the stupid men.

“What do you mean player? You mean some kind of hero.” Tony replied.

“Yeah, what do you think I mean? And I’m pretty sure they’re not working for the Bat… at least not yet,” she said.

“Really, a hero that isn’t with Bruce?” Tony said. “Nat I’m gonna need you to work your magic and track that hero down. I want them on our side before Bruce gets to them. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs a hero in Gotham that we can trust.”

[amethystina]

hiii! just curious of you've watched beyond evil? 🤔 (ps: i loveeee ur fics <3)

I have not, no, but it's been on my list of things to watch since I saw The Devil Judge. Though mainly because I had seen (and liked) Yeo Jin Goo in Hotel del Luna and was curious to see him in a drama with a different tone and story (i.e. I had no idea about the comparisons between The Devil Judge and Beyond Evil at the time). It was actually one of the dramas I had planned to watch right after The Devil Judge, but then got too distracted writing fanfics x'D

And, by now, I'm mostly postponing it because I don't want to collect another drama I possibly want to write for, which is the same reason why I haven't watched Word of Honor or Evilive, for example.

(For real: I took one look at Kim Young Kwang in Evilive before noping the fuck out because I have a type — a specific brand of kryptonite, if you will — and that man, in that specific drama, so perfectly encapsulates it that my flight-or-fight response kicked in. I feel like I dodged a bullet on that one)

(But I will eventually watch it — just give me some time)

Anyway! Also, from what I've gathered, the Beyond Evil peeps are doing fine without me? Like, they seem to be having a great time! No need for me to show up like the aggressive, invasive species that I am and ruin it x'D

I do want to watch it some day, though, but I admit a part of me is also kind of... hesitant? Because people have hyped it up so much? And what happens if I watch it and don't like it? Or don't find it as fascinating as everyone else seems to? x'D

(I'm pretty sure I will, but the worry is there nonetheless)

I'm one of those people who prefer to go into things blind. If I hear too much, I will build expectations (or start figuring out spoilers) without meaning to and it usually influences my experience in ways that are detrimental to the drama/show/movie in question. The less I know, the better (aside from triggers and warnings, of course).

And while I know next to nothing about Beyond Evil's plot (and would like to keep it that way so please don't spoil me!) some of the posts I've seen here on Tumblr have already influenced me negatively towards it. Which I absolutely HATE. And I'm referring to the ones that basically say that everyone should watch Beyond Evil instead of The Devil Judge because it's so much better. And while that might very well be true (especially since a lot of that is subjective), I'm still going to end up unintentionally siding with the only one of those that I actually know in more detail (i.e. The Devil Judge).

"You can't tell me what to like or not like" and all that.

Which I know is a ridiculous response and I'm trying to combat it, but I can't deny that it still affects me. To the point where I honestly wished I had watched Beyond Evil sooner since now I worry I'm going to be biased in a negative way, simply because of the discourse I've happened to glimpse online. I don't want to compare the two, but I feel defensive enough that I still might, despite my best intentions. I want to be able to judge things based on their own merit.

So can we please just stop pitting things against each other? It's tiring and ruins the experience for me.

I just want to be able to watch and enjoy cool things :C

TLDR: I haven't watched it yet but hope to at some point since it sounds like it will be good. But I'm hesitant because I already have too many projects and don't want to stumble into another fandom I want to write for right now x'D

And thank you so much! I'm glad you like my fics 💜

[atonalginger]

5.) first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP 18.) if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic 19.) the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

24.) how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

30.) share a fic you’re especially proud of

*cracks knuckles* alright let me get to digging for these *opens several docs*

5. 1st sentence of the 5th paragraph of an unfinished wip. hmmmm (*hides face* omg the 5th paragraph in just about every chapter of both active wips is short dialogue. ....I don't know what this says about me)

Have no fear, I found something that isn't a random dialogue that would make zero sense without context:

The worst part of it all, Del had pointed out once his tears had run dry and his intensity had been drained to a place of eerie zen, was that they couldn’t do much of anything.

18. This one required some digging because when I discard things from a wip it gets messy on where the words land. But I do have a few fragments that got tossed in the scrivener 'trash bin' instead of straight deleted. This was the beginning of a chapter in Starborn Saga that never ended up making the cut. At the beginning of the third act when Starborn! Sam is in a certain facility I originally planned on having a break between Lila and Goose's conversation and his exit where this (and more that was never written) would be.

Where the fuck are you, Raphael? Sam waded through the muck and debris of the ruined facility. He had the frequency meter hooked to his belt, his tombstone at the ready for anymore locals that might pop around the corner. He wanted to do the right thing here. For all the times he just shot his way through a locale, he felt it wrong to leave Raphael behind. Though with how this universe was, it might be a kindness to let him cease to exist. But what would they think? He could just see Ethan and Lila’s faces if they learned he didn’t even try. So he made another pass through the ruined facility looking for the doomed scientist. One more pass before he gave up and took the elevator down to end the lockdown.

I just couldn't get the scene to flow in a way that held attention. It felt like too much. so it went into the bin.

19. most interesting thing I've researched for a fic...I got two. One is actual research and the other was just a really interesting thing I discovered.

a. the most interesting thing I've researched for a fic is dancing for Ranger and the Deputy. both salsa and tango. I watched instruction videos, read about the moves, and watched a lot of dance videos from competitions and what not. This doesn't mean I know how to do either dance but I can now better understand the movements and patterns when watching a video. At least enough to write it. I think...I also ended up finding a deep love and appreciation for salsa and tango music. I'd always enjoyed it but like passively...I have playlists saved now levels of enjoyment from the research.

b. my interesting find is that in Fallout 4, where the map is shrunk down from the IRL Boston region of MA, it took around 6-7 hours to walk from the Dugout Inn in Diamond City to whereabout Greentop nursery sits up near Sargus Ironworks. This includes engaging enemies that attack and not sprinting. I then went to google maps, found Fenway Park (Diamond City) and plotted a course to where I think Greentop Nursery is supposed to be (approximatively) thinking I'd get a far bigger number....NOPE! Google says it would take around 6 hours in perfect lab conditions to get from Diamond City to Greentop. Fun little tidbit.

24. I don't have a good way to do that, actually. I try to play video games or find a different outlet to try to stimulate the creativity but a lot of times when I feel in a creative funk I just end up 'pacing the cage' bouncing from site to site moping at my desk. I should get better at not doing that...

30. A fic I'm especially proud of...*stares in panic* you want me to showcase one of my works heehe haha yeah! *clears throat*

this is hard because I'm very scared to toot my own horn but I am pretty darn proud of Ranger and the Deputy. Brainstorming started in November, first upload hit ao3 at the end of December and I uploaded the last chapter in the middle of March. The whole thing came together quickly and I'm pretty darn proud of the story arcs. Especially the third. I'm letting those two rest now...I'd like to work with Kitty and Ranger!Del again but I have other ideas to get out first...

[princess-hope-selfships]

Word Find Tag Game!!! 🔍👀

Got tagged by my beloved @goldenworldsabound to do a little word find game!! It says to do it with WIPs but I am only writing one fic-

but most of those chapters aren't posted/I might edit before posting so I guess technically to all of you they're WIPs 😏 Consider this a big ol sneak peek at future chapters of my Alastor and Dazzler fic if you're interested~

(this commentary is after finding all my words) -> UHHH was not expecting to find them in one chapter after another lmao

the words they gave me are dance, growl, forever, glow and hand

OH and I tag... YOU if you have writing WIPs!!! I don't know anyone else who does writing KDJFDKSJFH

RadioGlitter Chapter 5

Dazzler pressed a palm to her eye, wiping harshly at the tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. She had finished up crying, but it always took forever for the tears to get the memo and stop coming out. With a sniffle she lowered her hand, clenching it shut. With the other hand she lifted her cigarette to her mouth. Her eyes fell shut as she inhaled deep, and exhaled long.

Fucking Vox, she whined inwardly. …No, stop thinking about it. You’re just gonna cry again.

An hour earlier she’d received a call from him that left her in this state. He was just complaining about how little she was coming to the VoxTech building to do her job on site, and layering on some thick disappointment about missing her and wanting to see her. 

“I just wanna see you again, babygirl,” Vox’s voice echoed in her memory. “And I want you to cut the bullshit and quit that goddamn hotel job, you’re embarrassing both yourself and me.”

RadioGlitter Chapter 6

With a wide, sharp-toothed grin he turned his head to look down at her, opening his mouth to speak again, but he was interrupted quickly when he felt her body resting limply against his. His entire body jolted, tensing in shock as he took in the sight of her leaning up against him. 

His red eyes went wide, starting to glow as his ears stiffened upright and alert. A loud static filtered out of his parted lips, which he lifted a hand to cover, his brow furrowing hard in astonishment and embarrassment at himself. 

She… what was she..?! 

“Snnk…” 

Oh… a snore. Oh, she had fallen asleep.

RadioGlitter Chapter 7

“Fuck’s sake,” Dazzler growled to herself, looking back up at the coffee tin. She let out a pathetic whine as she reached up, on her tiptoes again. “Pleeeeeeeeease, I just want some fuckin’ coffeeeeeeeeeeeeee…” 

Making a few futile hops, she tried to swipe at it, too tired to realize she could have grabbed a spatula or something to coax it off the shelf, and preferring to look like a dork by herself in the kitchen.

She didn’t even notice that Alastor was standing in the doorway with his empty mug in hand, staring in at her with widened eyes. 

Dazzler was just beginning to crawl up onto the counter, fed up with the impossible task, when Alastor finally spoke up.

“Er- hold on, hold on,” he interjected quickly, hustling in and reaching out with his free hand. Dazzler’s ears pricked up and she glanced over her shoulder as she plopped back onto her feet on the floor.

RadioGlitter Chapter 8

“Ah, apologies dear,” he quickly replied, twisting to look back at her as his pace dropped completely to a stop. His eyes widened at the sight of her hand reaching out to him.

“Can I, um,” she repeated, slowing down as she came up to his side. She tilted up her head, an awkward smile on her face, along with those pretty doe eyes of hers. “Can I hold onto your arm?” 

Oh… oh that was so unfair… 

How could Alastor resist that look? Had she asked him without that face, he might have been unsure, but… god, he wanted her to hold his arm.

“Of course,” Alastor said quietly after a brief silence. He gently moved his arm out for her, and when she took it in her hands, he could feel electricity course through his whole body, pulsing from the point of contact. Why did she have such an effect on him?

RadioGlitter Chapter 9

“Ah, finally!” Alastor cried in delight, and he moved to exit the table. Dazzler watched him, her ears falling back as she watched him shrug out of his jacket and toss it onto the back of his seat. Then, he reached out towards Dazzler with his hand. “Alright! Come on now.” 

Dazzler blinked, frantically looking between his hand and his face. “Huh??” 

“I want to dance with you, Dazzler,” Alastor chuckled, “have you not heard of dancing before? Oh, you’re learning so much about the world today, my dear!”

“Oh my g- shut the fuck up,” Dazzler growled, pouting up at him. She coiled back, shrinking away from his hand. “No, I… I don’t know how to do your dancing.” 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Alastor shook his finger at her, before reaching out to grab both her hands and tug her off her seat. “No time like the present to learn!” 

“Wait-” 

“Oh, come now, you followed my lead perfectly with that little twirl I did earlier.”

[rosethreeart]

Hidden Del and Abby Lore beneath 👀

TW for “implied” SA and abuse

I’m copying and pasting from a DM which is why it’s sorta formatted a little weird but it’s been rotating in my brain and I need to SHARE!!!

Okay I've sorta alluded to it in the past with Delaware not really "having a father" and being really close with Prussia. But during the year(s) leading up to the revolutionary war it was legal for redcoats to take house in any colonialist's home. Abby would have been a bit of a young teen (~16?) during this time I think. She would be stuck in her home unaware of whats really occurring in the world-- she's autistic(a fae child if you will) and takes things very literally so when Arthur told her "not to stray from home" she literally took it as "don't leave the property" but I digress. So she's stuck in her home and the revolution is already kinda started at this point? Anyways like a few redcoats take over her home despite her protests and warnings of who her father is. They stay there for a while and eventually take advantage of her cause they're drunk young man with a thirst for power left alone with a pretty young thing and they're assholes </3. She snaps and kills them eventually tho :). They're bodies were thrown into the woods left for the wolves and other creaters that lurk there (sometimes she'll just stare off in that general direction and nobody knows why...) and thats when Prussia find her. A lot of germans were mercenaries during the revolutionary war (for both sides I believe) if memory serves me. So to me it would make sense if England secretly hired Prussia to take care of Abby during the war. So she actually ends up having Del /during/ the war an she and prussia just sorta agree to lie about it cause Abby can't even /speak/ about it. So thats really how Del is born/conceived. I think that nations especially in the past were very much treated like property, and her being a woc didn't really help with that. A few of her bosses would have also very much taken advantage of her over the years. SO she's got some trauma from that type of shit. Anyways that paired with the constant stream of "you're my nation you have to do as your told" and abandonment issues she develops a very unhealthy understanding of what sex is and how it should be used. She might not necessarily /want/ to have sex or even be repulsed by the idea of it in the moment, but she's too afraid of her partner (usually another nation) walking away and leaving her because she wouldn't be a good little girl and do as she's told, so she becomes almost overly sexual. She gets told sex is a casual thing amongst nations and that it can be used to her advantage with actual people so despite the severe disservice shes doing to herself she thinks what she's doing is normal. She also loves her children very much and finds an extreme source of comfort and knowledge that they wont abandon her which kinda selfishly leads her into having/wanting more states which kinda rinses and repeats the cycle of SA she keeps putting herself through. It takes a LONG ass time for her to come to the realization as to what she's been putting herself (and her partner(s)) through over the years and almost completely goes celibate from it. It takes even longer for her to get comfortable with the idea of having sex let alone even having it even if she's with someone she trusts (like Ned). But every once in a while she sorta relapses into it because she /needs/ to know that she's desired by at least one person, that she can be loved, that she's not all the horrid things that the other nations tend to make fun of her for; they wouldn't fuck her if they actually thought of her that way, right? She's got issues </3.