#someone help her - they're so damn confused all the time

[qdbs-writes]

How do you think the Cullens would act around a disinterested crush? Maybe they're fated but reader isn't having it lol

(I love your twilight writing btw thank God someone is still doing it 🤤🤤)

ah it has been many moons since I've gotten a twilight request yay!

Cullen Clan Reacting To Their Crush Being Disinterested In Them

Carlisle Cullen

Being alive for just over 400 years tends to give one a good perspective on life and the bigger picture, and Carlisle sure has a pretty good idea of how all things pan out. So you're not interested in him? That's fine, Carlisle can wait for as long as you need to change your mind.

In the meantime, Carlisle will continue to maintain your friendship and continue to show just how hard he's worked to become the kind caring father figure he is. He knows you'll fall for him, eventually.

Esme Cullen

Obviously, she's not going to stop caring about you just because you don't return her feelings. But she might switch up how she shows her affection.

Rather than flirty winks and suspiciously candle-lit wine tastings, she'll back up to more traditionally motherly affections. Making sure you're eating right, baking cookies, etc. And of course, giving you homemade soup when you're sick is still one of her favourite things to do, no need to stop now.

Edward Cullen

Of course, you're not interested, how could anyone love a monster like him? Who did he think he was, thinking he was worthy of your love? Or so his inner monologue goes.

But it's really not that dramatic, it almost never is, Edward just sprung his crush on you suddenly and it caught you off guard. It was largely the excessively long preamble about how he was an irredeemable murderer that put you off first, but of course, he won't realise that until considerably later.

Rosalie Hale

She's a little relieved actually. All her mortal and immortal life, Rosalie has been aggressively pursued by people she wasn't particularly interested in, so the fact that she can crush on someone who isn't really that interested is a wonderful change of pace.

For the first time ever, Rosalie has butterflies in her stomach, she fumbles with her words when she speaks to you, and she feels like a silly, mortal teenage girl again, begging her mother to let her go to the dance just so she can sneak away to catch a glimpse of someone just like you.

Emmett Cullen

You and Emmett had been good friends for a while so when he casually drops a blissful "We should get married" into the conversation, you initially choke on your drink in laughter.

Emmett's a little heartbroken that you'd laugh at something like that, considering that he was being 100% serious. But since you've known him, the both of you have been constantly cracking up jokes, trying to get on each other's nerves, so no wonder you thought this was another one of his pranks. He decides to take this reaction as a blessing, you have no idea he's actually into you, now he knows he has to work out a different way to confess his feelings for you.

Alice Cullen

She's a little confused obviously, having multiple visions of the two of you in a romantic relationship kind of gave her the impression that it might've been going to come true, but your disinterest says something else altogether.

But the worst part is that those damn visions of you and her together keep coming back, taunting her, luring her in deeper to despair with the thoughts of what might be. It's all getting so intense, so she decides to skip town for a bit, see if that changes anything, or at least helps her clear her head.

Jasper Hale

Oh well, so you're not interested in a romantic relationship, so what? Doesn't mean you can't still be friends. Doesn't mean he can't be the charming Southern gentleman he is. Doesn't mean he can't still pull out chairs or open doors for you. Or send anonymous bouquets to your house. Or leave your favourite snacks in your locker when you're having a rough day. Of course not.

It doesn't mean he can't worry about other people who might want to date you. Doesn't mean he can't scare off people who'd be bad for you. I mean, what else are friends for?

#twilight saga #twilight saga headcanons #twilight saga imagine #twilight saga x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x reader #esme cullen #esme cullen x reader #edward cullen #edward cullen x reader #rosalie hale #rosalie hale x reader #emmett cullen #emmett cullen x reader #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader #jasper hale #jasper hale x reader #qdbs writes #cullen clan #cullen clan x reader

[yandere-avatar]

I'm Not Jealous... Well, Maybe a Little

Summary: How do they act when jealous? [Damn, 3 posts in one day? Wow. Popped this out in like 20 mins.] Characters: Katara, Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Zuko

Katara

She doesn't take jealousy well

She'll pretend she's not jealous and bury these feelings

But they'll end up bubbling inside her and it'll come up in a fit of rage

When your back is turned, she'll attack the person that was flirting with you

You'll be none the wiser to what she did

She'll smile at you and you'll probably be confused

The person won't even see Katara coming or even know what she did

She watches in fury though, while the person hits on you

It definitely irritates her more that you don't realize they're flirting with you

Sokka

He's like his sister, by burying his feelings deep inside

He'll probably know his feelings are bad, but he loves you and it feels so right

He might challenge them to a fight, just out of nowhere

You'll be confused, but the person won't take Sokka seriously

Sokka would make an absolute fool of himself, as long as it meant he had your attention back

He needs your confirmation that you still love him

He'd take your pity over your distaste any day

Aang

He's the most passive about his jealousy

He's very extroverted and will join the conversation, turning the vibe off [at least hopefully]

If they don't, he will get a little angry

He'll control the conversation and the flirter can't do anything about it, because Aang is so likeable

He makes sure the hint is thrown out there, that they need to leave you alone

If they don't? Well, let's just say their house blew down, so now they don't have time to hit on you

You'll feel bad, but Aang will come up with an excuse on why you and the gang need to leave

Suki

Ugh, she gets so huffy

She is very forward though and will enter the conversation

If the person tries to push her out, she will get aggressive

She's very straightforward and will confront them, even if you're there

You think they're just being friendly and the flirter will use that to their advantage

"You're just being paranoid, I was just telling them about the town"

Suki will glare, knowing it's bull, but she quickly realized she was cornered

She awkwardly smiled and turn towards you, "The gang needs our help, we should go now"

You won't think about it much and wave goodbye to the flirter

As you both walk away, Suki will turn around, smirking while waving bye to the person

Azula

Oh, you screwed up bad

When she gets jealous, she gets violent [Though she gets violent a lot]

But, she doesn't know how to healthily express her emotions, or really just express them at all, so she acts out

She hates this feeling because she's used to be confident and adored

She hates when you even waste a second of your time on someone that isn't her

She deserves all your attention, why are you wasting a second on them?

She's mad at them for talking to you, but she's also mad at you for encouraging them

You'll have to calm her down, or she's killing everyone

Her fits of rage cause a lot of casualties

She then blames you for everyone that got hurt

"Well, if you hadn't been flirting with them, this never would of happened"

Zuko

Him and sister have anger in common

He wants to burn them into the ground

Make them suffer for making him watch

He's very annoyed, but doesn't know how to express his jealousy

He won't act out like a child, but he was glare and fire emits from his fist

Anyone can tell he's angry

He'll walk up to you both and glare at the person, before wrapping an arm around you and forcing a smile

"What are you guys talking about?"

You weren't really into the conversation, so you'll say nothing, but Zuko takes it as you not wanting him to know

Did you hate him? Wait, were you talking about him? Why won't you tell him?

God the anxiety eats him alive

He then begins regretting approaching you both. But you just grab him, before pretending to hear your name and pull Zuko along, saying something like "I think I heard Sokka call us. Let's go"

He'll apologize, but you'll laugh, and lightly punch his shoulder, "I didn't want to talk to them. They were so cocky. I'm so glad you saved me. My hero"

You kiss his cheek and he blushes a dark red and you'll continue to walk as he freezes

#yandere atla #yandere avatar x reader #avatar #avatar zuko x reader #zuko x reader #yandere azula x reader #azula x reader #yandere azula #yandere zuko x reader #yandere zuko #yandere katara #yandere sokka #yandere aang #yandere katara x reader #yandere suki #yandere aang x reader #yandere sokka x reader #yandere suki x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender

[middleclassvampire]

*NSFW* To Starboard (OPLA Shanks x reader)

AN: all i can say is GAW DAMN i am a depraved slut for this man. Where my depraved girlies at

Warning: just smut, piv, cussing, nothing violent (does an already missing arm count?)

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Your crew prepared to dock as the distance between the island and your ship shrank, windmills on the terrain growing larger and larger. You're standing on the main deck, hands on your hips as you inspect your crew bustling about. They're a loyal lot, you helped most of them from worse situations, therefore they feel indebted to you. Yes, you were a pirate with a sun bleached black ship and a hefty bounty on your head, but you led a life of ease. You weren't too worried about looking over your shoulder or becoming the biggest and baddest in the East Blue, as long as you could feel the wind brushing your shoulders and the sun kissing your skin you were happy. That didn't mean you never indulged in the pleasures of this world though. You had a little more than a collection of fancy shotguns in your cabin, one would even call it an armory for the Marines; and you had a notorious romantic streak across the sea. You didn't mean to break a few hearts here and there, but you just got bored after a while and needed to run off once again. Some flings came back though, begging for more.

"Raise ALL THE SAILS you fucking rat!" Your first mate yells at the new boy. You smile and begin to intervene, but come to an abrupt stop. A ship with red masts sails by to your right. You turn your body to face the passing ship, your hand finding the rigging to steady yourself as your eyes scan it's entire deck. Finally, you lock eyes with the captain who had already been looking at you. Red-Haired Shanks. He was elated to see you and you knew it, but you didn't betray any emotion on your own face. The two of you mirror each other, slowly pacing towards the back of the deck. Your ships were no longer facing side to side by the time you reached the quarter deck. Shanks' seemed anxious that this would be it, until you turned to make sure no one was watching you on board. You turn your back to your crew to look at him once again and prop your foot up on the cannon in front of you, hiking up your skirt to reveal a leg. Your hand holds your skirt up to your mid thigh, only enough to reveal a frilly garter. Your little show was heaven sent. Shanks' eyes widen and he fervently yells something unintelligible, his crew answering back. You drop your leg down and walk back to the main deck, a smile threatening to tear your face. Your ship had been docked and you waited for someone to drop a ladder for you to get on the harbor. You glance back at the Red Hair's ship, and sure enough it was reeling so hard to the right that it was threatening to tip over. Some people on the harbor watch in confusion as the ship's hull is almost fully exposed at the dramatic turn, then carry back on to their business once the ship was set straight back to the docks.

"Whaddya think that's all about cap'n?" Your navigator asks you, her eyebrow cocked as she looks back and forth between you and Shanks' ship.

"I wouldn't know," you coyly reply, and begin your climb down to the port. You jump off the ladder and smooth down your skirt. Suddenly you became captious about your appearance: was your skin as smooth as it used to be, did you smell like a sea dog, was your corset tight enough, was your hair in place? What were you doing? You weren't the eager one in these moments, but seeing Shanks excited you. Some of your crew work to tie down the ship, others walk to the nearest pub. You stand a moment longer by your ship, droplets of sweat beginning to form at your bandana. Then, his ship is anchored down once again a couple docks away from you, and you begin your slow walk down the port. As you make it down the boardwalk, you catch a glint of red in your peripherals. Butterflies swarm within your lower belly. Shanks is half running to meet you in the middle, slowing down once he's mere feet behind you. The town is bustling with people, yet they remain unaware of the electricity sparking between the two of you. You only give Shanks a small turn of your head and smile, and continue walking a little slower, not looking back at him. He follows behind you, his hand reaches for yours. Your fingers grazing against each other in a dance of their own. You're unaware of the compass of your own body (pussy) as you guide Shanks to a small inn. You continue in a dream like state as you enter the parlor, get a room key, and lead him upstairs. As the two of you stand in the poorly lit narrow hall, Shanks pulls you back down to earth the moment he pushes his hips into your ass. You turn the key quicker at the feel of his hardening cock.

"It's been too long darling," He whispers onto the skin of your neck, "I've missed you so much." He keeps whispering sweet nothings until the door clicks opens and you're both inside. Shanks shoves you back into the door, not giving you a moment to react after closing it. Your back is pressed onto the wood but you don't care. Shanks' lips find yours and you're both kissing in an urgency you didn't realize you were holding back. He nips your lower lip softly, asking your permission, and you let him slip his tongue in to meet yours. You moan into the kiss, causing Shanks' to buck his hips into yours. His hand rakes down from your clavicle to your breast and further to your waist. Hand? You break away from the kiss with a small push to his chest and yelp at his missing arm, hitting your head on the door behind you.

"Fucking hell Shanks, how'd this happen??" You push his cape off fully to reveal the empty sleeve and look up at him, gaping. Shanks only sighs, whispering something under his breath and uses his only hand to reach for yours. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, you look down at it and back up, giving him a quizzical look. He leads you to the small bed and sits you down. He tells you what had happened only days ago on this same island. You find yourself snapping your hands up to wipe the unwanted tears pricking through your lashes. Shanks clicks his tongue.

"It's just an arm love, don't sully your pretty face over it," Shanks gently pries a hand from your face and kisses your tears away, whispering a "please" between the kisses. His mouth finds yours once again and you relax into him. Heat rises between your bodies and you're pulling his face into yours. He quickly releases you to remove his straw hat, tossing it to a side table before he returns to your lips. Things grow sloppier, Shanks let's go of your lips to latch onto your neck, leaving blooms where his teeth sinks into and pulling out a faint cry from you as he sucks on your most sensitive spot. In your daze you hear Shanks unbuckling his belt and tossing it across the room. His hand becomes frantic as they begin to tug at your corset or his own shirt, so you stop him. Shanks eyes glint with confusion, but you only smile at him as you reach for him. You gently pull his shirt out of his waistband and over his body, he complies and crooks his neck forward to let you pull his shirt off over his head. You then get up from the bed and kneel in front of him. His eyes say something different now, you cannot quite tell what though. Something had possessed you in that moment. Here you were gently prying Shanks' shoes off, pulling his trousers down and over his ankles. Once you finish undressing him he reaches for you again, but you push his hand away and stand before him. Slowly yet not so much, you unlace your corset and drop it to the floor. You unclasp your leather belt with its pistols hanging on the sides, and push your skirt down as well. Shanks' already hardened cock twitches at every article of cloth being removed. You finally remove the flimsy chemise and bloomers, a pirate didn't need ten other extra undergarments. You reach for the garter on your thigh but Shanks raises his hand.

"Keep that on" he says, his voice now gruff with pent up desire. He reaches for it and pulls you in between his legs, your hands find their place on his shoulders. His hot breath hits your stomach, causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He looks up at you with blown out pupils, you both remain still for a moment. The spell breaks and he pulls you down into his lap in the middle of the bed. You whimper at the sudden sensation of his cock against your clit, and you grind down onto him to feel it again. His eyes threaten to roll back and he grabs your face down to kiss him once more, his hand then traveling down to your breast where he pinches and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Fuck Shanks-" you begin but get cut off by his mouth latching onto your other nipple. His tongue swirls and sucks onto you and you let out a small cry. Your hips push down towards his cock again, but he doesn't let you sink down on him so this time you use a hand to play with his tip. He becomes merciless with his mouth as you tease him, and finally releases both of your breasts to stop your hand and hold your hips still.

"Shanks please- fuck- please I want you so bad- I need you.." you spill out as you fail to make contact with his skin again. He only smiles and softens his grip.

"So have me" he says. You blank for a moment, then use one hand to line his dick with your entrance and slowly go down on him. He's too big. You let out something between a moan and gasp as you slowly push him back out and in again. Shanks is struggling to hold himself together too, letting out shaky moans of your name. After a few slow attempts, you seat yourself fully onto his cock. The stretch makes your head buzz and you rock back and forth, stirring obscenities out of the both of you.

"Fuck-ck you're so tight...hhh you're so..fuck..wet- listen to how fucking wet you are for me" Shanks half mutters half groans as you ride him with a quicker pace. You have one hand on his shoulder and another on his thigh to stop yourself from toppling over. His own hand is holding you by the hip, attempting to guide you to bounce harder onto him. He grows impatient and suddenly between strokes, Shanks fucks up into you and causes you to wail. His eyes turn into obsidian and he grabs your waist, pulling you into his body as he lies down with his cock still inside you. Your cheek is pressed into his chest and before you protest, Shanks snaps his hips upwards into you causing you to muffle a scream with your fist. He continues to fuck you for what felt like eternity. Driving his cock so far into you at this angle you begin to see stars. His one arm keeps you mercilessly pinned to his body.

"Shanks I'm gon- I'm gonna cum- FUCK" you hardly finish talking before that familiar feeling shoots up through your nerves and into your brain. Your thighs quiver aggressively around him and Shanks let's out a hoarse groan as his own orgasm erupts out of him. You feel your cunt heating up, filling with his cum as his strokes slow down. His arm loosens around you, finding your hair and brushing it as he cooes you through your orgasm. You try to slide off of him, but he keeps you there.

"I'm not letting you get away from me this time," Shanks murmurs into your hair, pressing kisses where he spoke. He knew you didn't like sticking around. He knew you were afraid of getting attached only to possibly get hurt, he knew the last time you had seen him you were dangerously close to leaving everything for him, causing you to live a flighty life. You roll off of him and sit up, failing to give him your strict glare once you look back at him. His eyes are begging for you to stay, pleading with love he'd been desperate to show you. His hand reaches for yours once more, grasping it with a firmness that feared you'd fly away again.

"I know you feel the same, i know you use others to forget about me-"

"Shanks you lost your fucking arm in a blink of an eye what if it's your lift next-"

"So why won't you take that risk?" He asks, he's sitting up now too, desperation filling his voice, "because I sure as bloody hell would do it for you. I love you!" You stare at him in awe, your eyebrows overwork themselves as your mind tosses around in its anxieties.

"I love you too..." you answer mindlessly. You betrayed your own code. Fuck it if it meant not hurting Shanks anymore. The two of you sit there, eyes boring their deepest desires into each other as the setting sun greets you through the stained window.

#one piece #shanks smut #shanks x reader #opla x reader #opla shanks #opla smut #red haired shanks #one piece live action

[llamagoddessofficial]

Oh my stars, Im biting the moth boys

How would they react to an Mc that messes with their fluff as a stim?

Sans: He's good at playing it cool. He acts like there's nothing unusual about what she's doing. He's fully aware that she doesn't know the moth significance of mutual grooming, but hey... he's not going to tell her, especially not when she's in the habit of coming right up to him and brushing his fur whenever she feels like it. She clearly enjoys it, petting or combing him, scrunching up the fur, sometimes nuzzling into it... and he loves it too. He very quietly purrs whenever she does it, the only time he eases up enough to make that sound.

Why would he tell her that it's highly intimate? Why tell her its exclusively for family and mates? Why make it awkward, why spoil the fun? The human he adores is being very cosy with him. He's happy.

... Besides. She'll be his, eventually, if all his plans work out. Might as well get accustomed to grooming each other.

Red: He would be very embarrassed, because damn, that's pretty forward of her. The moth equivalent of just coming up to someone you're flirting with and gently caressing their hair. He's already got feelings so the forwardness massively flusters him... depending on how close he is to her, he might even pull away, purely because he's embarrassed at how intense his feelings are and he knows that she doesn't understand the gravity of grooming to a moth.

... If it's a repeated stim, though, sometimes he just might not be able to help himself but but lean into it. If he's tired, or they're alone together, or he's just feeling particularly lovestruck that day... he can't help but let her run her fingers through his fluff. He might sleepily reciprocate, playing carefully with her hair.

Sometimes you just gotta take advantage of the moment. Sometimes, when the cute human you have a crush on puts her soft hands in your fluff, you just gotta let her.

Skull: It's almost as if his fluff is his 'deactivate' button. Like when you scratch a dog in just the right place, and it can't help but fall over. She touches his fur and he immediately drops.

Sometimes, it's good, because it's a guaranteed way to make him totally relax. He'll be cuddled up to her and when she starts playing with his fur he just lets out a big happy mix between a purr and a sigh, and completely eases. But sometimes it's bad, because when a massive clingy moth beast with four arms decides he's enjoying the attention and you're not going anywhere... well, you're really not going anywhere.

Skull's isolation from other moths means he doesn't really understand the importance of grooming each other. All he knows is that he really wants to touch her hair, and he really likes how it feels when she plays with his fur. Sometimes the feelings confuse him a little- if anyone else touched him, they'd lose the arm.

#llamagines #moth sanses au #sans lets her do it #red might not let her do it #and skull wont let her leave unless she keeps doing it

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

im so tired of sterek fics where derek is like really mean or just aloof to stiles until they get together. do you have an recs where derek is just a sweetheart who's always soft on stiles even before they get together?

Here's softboi!derek.

let me take care of you by honestlydarkprincess

(1/1 I 1,1311 I Teen)

Stiles couldn’t do anything but stare at the alpha werewolf as he rambled while unloading the aforementioned supplies from the grocery bag to Stiles’ counter.

Nothing Stiles was seeing made sense.

Why was Derek here, in his apartment, with cold medicine and fucking soup?

Or, the one where Derek comes over to take care of a sick Stiles. They talk about their moms and confess some feelings. It's all very soft.

An Anchor for the Storm by andthwip

(1/1 I 3,246 I Mature)

Derek's the only person Stiles can turn to.

Give Me Shelter by WonderWolf

(1/1 I 8,295 I Teen)

I don’t make a good impression, I know,” Derek grumbles. “It’s fine. I get it.”

“Noooo,” Stiles groans in frustration, “but it isn’t fair because you’re not that guy, you’re not an asshole and you give cats punny names so they have a better chance at being adopted.”

“Who told you I named the cats?” Derek asks, his brows scrunching together in confusion.

“Scott,” Stiles smirks. “My favorite so far was Purrsephone.”

(Or the one in which Derek and Stiles both volunteer at an animal shelter, Derek works with cats and gives them punny names, Stiles works with the dogs, and misunderstandings ensue).

If It Means a Lot to You by Nier

(1/1 I 9,356 I Teen)

His mom had told him about mates in the past. Derek would often come home and just hear stories about how his parents had met and fallen for each other, how they had gotten together after learning about what they truly meant to one another.

He was a kid when she told him all this, so it didn't really make much sense to him at the time. All he could do was sit there on the edge of her bed, listening as his mother talked about how love is an act of courage. If you don't take that first step, then everything else is impossible too.

Set a Song for Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) 

(1/1 I 11,573 i Teen)

“You did a favour for a stranger?” the sheriff asked, surprised. “You won’t even do a favour for me.”

“Your favours involve chocolate and salty snacks, damn straight I won’t do you any favours,” Stiles insisted, pointing an accusatory finger at his dad while leaning back against the counter, taking another large sip of coffee. “Some guy lost his phone and was calling it hoping someone would answer. That someone was me. He said he’d had some drinks and couldn’t come grab it right then, so we agreed to meet at the station this morning. I didn’t realize ‘this morning’ meant the ass crack of dawn.”

“It’s not the ass crack of dawn, that was at five thirty-seven, according to the weather app on my phone.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh and flipped his dad off. The sheriff gave him a look, but he didn’t reprimand him, clearly able to tell Stiles was miserable.

Love At It's Purest by AbsolutelyNot2801

(12/? I 24,218 I Mature)

Sometimes Derek does things that makes Stiles think his crush is not completely one-sided, like gentle touches, soothing words and embraces like the one they were in that morning. And then he goes and does something stupid like getting a stupid girlfriend like Jennifer. It’s not because of Jennifer at all really. She’s lovely. But Stiles can’t help the hint of jealousy when he sees the loving gazes and soft, shy smiles.

And this is his step-brother he’s talking about. His step-brother! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Or a fic in which Stiles and Derek can’t help falling in love with each other. But there's a problem, they're step brothers. A fic with angst, feels and a happy ending.

The Spaz and the Sourwolf by TheRealDanniX

(9/9 I 24,674 I Teen)

When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

This Is Not Who I'm Supposed to Be by Anonymous

(11/11 I 24,932 I Teen)

After Stiles' friends get shot, the fox runs away from his home. He runs far enough that the white snow changes into green gras, and his white fur feels heavier than ever underneath the shining sun. Talia Hale and her family find him and she helps him turn back into human, something he hasn't been in years, and he has to learn how to be human again with the help from Derek. He realizes that life isn't easy. Not as human and not as a supernatural creature. Especially not when hunters are back in town.

shatter like glass, come apart in my hands by cosmicayan

(15/? I 47,107 I Mature)

The one in which Stiles goes missing for three months and then suddenly, out of nowhere, he turns up at the door of the Hale House, confusing himself, Derek, and literally everyone else.

Oh, yeah, and he has no memory of what happened to him (or, at least, no conscious memory).

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #fluff #getting together #anon

[the-kr8tor]

Seafoam on the shore

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Tags: Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (except for her clothing), CW drinking, CW food mentions, TW injury.

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You run as fast as you can, your feet flying off the muddy uneven streets. Huffing while a local copper yells at you to stop, his yells get more exhausted every second he chases after you. So far he isn't even near you, one of the few benefits of staying at a provincial fishing town is that the police are either too out of shape to catch you, their bellies round, definitely full of ale. Or they simply don't give a damn about a pickpocket, muttering to themselves how they're not paid enough to do a city cop's job.

Losing your balance, you silently curse at your worn down work boots. Sliding off the ground, skidding off down the streets, disturbing the hustle and bustle of the market. You hit a vegetable cart along the way, wood splintering, scratching your arms. Cabbages and carrots fly off, there's yelling and screaming around you and your legs are aching from the impact.

“Sorry!” You yell back to a disgruntled vendor.

He curses at you and your entire family for ruining his sale. You take a mental note to pay him back somehow when you're not currently occupied.

Digging your heels in, you come to a halt, you're lucky enough to get a hold on a lamp post. Glancing behind, you don't see the cop running after you but you're not taking any chances so you enter a tight alleyway. You know this village like the back of your hand, you have to or else seeing the inside of the jail would be waiting for you in the future.

Knowing there’s a pipe somewhere along the walls, you run your muddy hands along the bricks, the cramp walls touching your back and chest, you stop when your nail hits something metallic.

Your ears perk up at someone snitching, “fuck” without hesitation, you climb up the rusty pipe.

Hands digging into the metal. It creaks and groans, but it seems like lady luck is on your side when you reach the top with no problems.

Hearing hurried footsteps down below, you immediately lie low on the roof. Hiding yourself from his gaze. The cop glances around the alley, scratching his head, confused as to how you escaped without a trace.

“Damn” he mutters, completely winded.

You smile to yourself as he leaves. The sun bares at your back, cotton blouse sticking to your skin. Needing a bath is an understatement.

Standing up, you carefully tread the roof, avoiding floors that look damaged. You definitely don't want a repeat incident of what happened six villages ago. You can never get used to the view from up high, the sea blends in with the orange sky, melting together, blues, greens and reds mingle in harmony. The setting sun paints a picturesque scenery, draping everything it touches in its heavenly light.

Ships and fishing boats float above the waves as if they're dancing to the sound of the water splashing on its wooden sides.

Your hands instinctively reach for the necklace hidden under your blouse. Fingers tracing the etching of a flying bird that you know like the back of your hand.

Despite the open sea, you can't help but feel trapped. The docks beckon you over to somewhere you can't remember, somewhere where you can rest in peace, somewhere across the deep dark treacherous sea are people you can call your home. People who may have been looking for you all this time. Their faces are but a blur in your mind, voices a mere echo lingering in your heart. The pendant leaves a circular indent on your palms as you grip it tight.

Is it possible to miss someone you don't even remember?

Your train of thought gets interrupted by movement from a ship floating along the dock, a large sailboat whose wood differs from each one of its structures. You can tell from how some of it is painted gold and silver like the ones on royal ships, it looks like it was hastily hammered into regular oak with intricate carvings. Some wood blends better together, dark timber melding with ashen wood. Three cannons are lined on the sides, its metal having seen better days, no longer glimmering in the sunlight.

From where you're standing, the figurehead on the bow looks peculiar, like nothing you've ever seen traveling along coastal towns. A fierce creature with sharp teeth opening its jaws, eyes wide and alert. Its red scaly skin adds to its terrifying image. What's more peculiar is the lack of flag flying on its mast. An unknown ship from an unknown place tickles your curiosity.

You slink back down on the roof when a woman emerges from below deck, her blond hair shining under the sun. Another much taller one follows behind her. Raven colored hair flowing in the soft wind. They seem to be arguing, but you're completely bewildered as to how they're allowed to sail. All this time, you can't believe that you can actually step foot inside a boat, moreso sail on it.

This changes everything, you suppose.

You leave the roof, letting the women argue amongst themselves. Expertly hopping from awning to canopy, you land at your final destination, the White Salmon pub.

Jumping down, you land on a cart full of broken fishing nets, it's a miracle that you weren't tangled under all the mess.

Entering the rowdy pub, the smell of ale and pickled fish enters your nostrils. A bunch of sailors sing off key in the middle, too drunk to care about the ruckus they're making. You try to blend in with the drunk crowd, hiding behind people, weaving around them to sneak past the bar and upto the stairs leading up to your room.

“Oi! did ya think I wouldn't notice ya?”

You stop just about the foot of the stairs. Groaning in exasperation, quickly taking off the bandana tied around your face to conceal half of your face. You try your best to put your best smile, turning your charm up to a hundred.

“Hi, aunty Janet” you walk towards her like a child caught with their hands inside the cookie jar. “I got the butter you asked”

Janet huffs, eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed. You place the stick of butter in front of her like an offering to appease an angry God.

“Please don't tell me the coppers will be knocking on my doors again”

“That was one time! Besides I actually paid for this one” you push the butter towards her with your finger. She stares at it like you're giving her contraband.

You give her one charming smile, she sighs, taking the butter from the counter. “You're on thin ice, Y/N. Don't make me regret taking you in.”

“That was a year ago and look, I'm still here!”

“A year and a half, I counted because with every shit ya manage to pull, a strand of my hair turns white.” she points at her hair that's almost completely white. “This used to be black”

“I know, I'm sorry. I just need to–”

“To what? It always seems like you're hiding shit from me and Thena” She tries to hold your hand on the counter but you flinch away.

“Won't happen again, I promise.” A clear lie on your part, you'll just have to be better at sneaking. You vault over the counter to roll up your sleeves, clean yourself up and put on your apron.

“When will you learn, girl?”

“When the king sentences me to death himself!” grabbing an empty tray, you start clearing a nearby table. Janet pinches the bridge of her nose.

After dodging rowdy customers and a flying pint, Thena takes a break with you in the tiny corner of the tavern. She unabashedly sighs loudly, smelling of ale and lavender she hastily rubbed on to mask the scent of alcohol.

You side eye her with a tired smile, Thena sighs again, louder this time, a few patrons gaze your way.

“Alright, what's wrong?”

“Oh nothin' it's just Arthur's back again and he hasn't even glanced my way”

You flick your eyes towards the blonde patron nursing a pint, his green eyes meet yours, he smiles with his yellow teeth and you look away immediately, not from embarrassment, no, but from how you don't want his eyes on you.

Why in the world is Thena so smitten by someone like Arthur who comes and goes into the pub more than he goes inside a bathroom?

“You could do better, Thena. One that actually brings in coins instead of using them all in the pub or a brothel.”

“I know,” she sighs once again. Leaning closer to your side so you slide further away. “But he's the fittest bloke here though” whining, she puffs out her cheeks.

As if some divine comedy, Arthur beckons you over with a twist of his hand. You internally cringe.

Thena gasps, “I think he's finally taking notice of me!” She stands up, sauntering over to his table with the confidence of a newborn deer.

Before you could rescue her though, Janet yells at you from the other side of the room. “Get back to work, Y/N!” She signals with head, pointing towards a table by the corner.

You groan, lumbering your way towards the customers. His large back is turned away from you, brown hair neatly slicked back, clothes looking too neat and expensive for a dingy pub like the white salmon. His companion thumps her head on the wall lightly like she's trying to get water out of her ears. Her hair is cut short, glasses over her almond shaped eyes, clothes equally looking expensive but less neat than her large companion.

Her lips turn upwards once she sees you. “Finally some service” she stretches her legs out, noting how she's wearing trousers instead of the usual frilly skirts rich women wear.

“Sorry, what can I do for you?” You put on your customer service voice that's laced with mild annoyance. The man sits still like a rock, his back still turned away from you.

“Fish and chips, some pickled eggs and a pint.” She glances at her friend before groaning with a sly smirk. “And he'll have plain porridge, no seasoning, just porridge. It's better if it's days old. Right, Miguel?”

The man huffs, craning his neck to look over his shoulder. The single candle light on the table illuminates his chiseled face, turning his eyes crimson.

“A pint will do” his voice is gruff yet calm.

There's alarm bells ringing in your head, the tray falls from your shaking hands. Your heart thumps louder than the clanking metal.

“Careful there, it's bad to drink on the job” His friend’s comment falls on deaf ears as you stare at the man before you. His expression doesn't change except for how his eyebrows lift slightly.

It's been years, surely he doesn't recognize me as an adult, right?

You clear your throat, mustering the best smile you can do. “Sorry about that, I'll get your orders right away” leaning down to take the tray from the sticky floors, your necklace slips out of your blouse, the gold shimmering in the candle light.

He could burn you with just his stare.

Walking briskly, clutching the tray, its metal is uncomfortably cold on your skin. The pub seems to get louder and louder with every footstep, the laughter and rowdy singing makes you dizzy. Janet calls after you as you run up the stairs to your room.

Thinking fast, you lock the door, pushing your dresser to further lock it. Your mind races to the floorboards beneath your threadbare bed. With your bare hands you hastily take the wood out revealing a hollow hole containing your possessions.

There's loud booming footsteps climbing up the stairs. Followed by his voice calling your name.

“Fuck” without thinking, you take the bag from its hiding place, slinging it over your shoulder before you cross the small space to the window.

“Y/N, Please!” He keeps calling after you. “Let me just,” thump, “fuck!”

That's your signal to jump down.

Landing on your heels, you feel your knees aching from the fall. You hear your bedroom door slam open with a force that surely broke its hinges.

You run like you've ran from him like last time.

Suddenly, you're thirteen years old, weaving through the forest, vines prickling your legs as you wade through the thicket. White lilies are but a blur as tears flow freely from your eyes as you keep running without a destination.

Why? Aren't you enough? Did she not love you like you thought she did? What did you do to deserve being abandoned twice?

You're back to the present when he yells your name again. Your heart pounds loudly on your ribcage, lungs burning, you feel like you're about to collapse.

His companion also runs after you, screaming your name desperately.

But you have the upperhand. Using the moon as your guide, you climb up a house, its bricks protruding out of the walls, the place you used to climb to practice, but now you climb it to save your own skin.

Running from roof to roof, you feel a presence behind you. His thunderous footsteps echo into the cold night. You don't dare look behind.

The woman follows you from the ground, her heels clicking on the uneven sidewalk. “Y/N! Wait up–shit!” Without looking down, you hear her fall.

He screams your name again, the same one she called you back then.

You run furiously, jumping off the side only to keep running towards the docks. Panicking, you see a ship leaving the docks, its fishing net left hanging on the side. Without thinking, you make a break for it.

Sprinting on the old docks, you leap the huge gap. Miraculously, you take hold of the net, clinging to it with all your might. Entering the net, you ignore the smell of fish, watching as the place you once called home gets smaller and smaller.

You say goodbye to Janet, who kindly took you in without asking for anything in return. Who gave you a job and a room so you don't freeze and starve outside. Who took care of you when you fell ill to the cold.

You say goodbye to Thena, the only friend you've ever had, the longest friend you've ever had. The same Thena who taught you how to sew and mend your own clothes. Thena who taught you how to throw a punch when a handsy sailor tries to touch you.

Thena whom you've grown accustomed to calling you her sister.

You say goodbye to the fishing town you've only recently called your home.

You say goodbye to the man at the docks who's staring at your fleeing form, whose eyes are narrowed, almost pleading for you to come back.

A/N: There's no Hobie appearance in this chapter yet :( (next chapter though 👀)

Hope you like it, thank you for reading!

#between the devil and the sea #between the devil and the sea chap 1 #BDAS #Between the devil and the sea series #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #the kr8tor's creations #hobie brown #spider punk #x reader #atsv fanfiction #atsv fanfic #atsv x reader #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x you #pirate! hobie brown #spider punk x fem!reader #cw food mention #cw drinking #tw injury #fanfic

[angelltheninth]

How the Arcana love interests would react to seeing someone flirting with their s/o?

Oooh! I do love me some protective badasses, or cinammon rolls, those are also great.

Pairing: Asra, Nadia, Lucio, Muriel, Julian, Portia x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, marking, sharing clothes, bar fight, blood and injury, threats, protectiveness

A/N: Just thinking about this has me positively swooning.

ASRA

He's away a lot so when you're together he's a little clingy and smothers you with affection, even around others

Always has his familiars around just in case something happens but he's pretty good at keeping shady people away just because they think he himself is a little weird

On the occasion that someone does approach he likes to mess with them a little by making them see things

He'll never be violent, he doesn't need to be, all he needs is a little distraction and he's taking you by the hand and out of that situation

It's a little funny to see the person flirting with you be so suave and sure of themselves one moment and the be a fumbling, confused mess the next

NADIA

Only someone with a death wish would dare to flirt with you in Nadia's presence

It does happen but you're quick to show them the ring you're wearing, you're taken and you want nothing to do with them

If that doesn't work then Nadia is right by your side in a flash, wrapping and arm around your waist and kissing your forehead

She's keeping eye contact with the person who flirted with you all the while, asking if there's something they need help with

Her tone might be as sweet as honey but her eyes are as sharp as knives and just as cold as their blade, not to mention the small smile dancing in her lips as the person quickly scurries away into the crowd

LUCIO

Just like with Nadia, only an idiot would make a move on you in Lucio's presence, only the abundance of idiots seems to be far greater

Well Lucio does take you to taverns a lot so it's no wonder a little alcohol gives someone the courage to flirt

Like a shadow he appears behind them, one hand firm on their shoulder as he pushes them back and passed them by to give one well placed kiss mark on your neck

He turns to the people in the tavern with the smuggest smile possible and points at his hand holding yours

You swear you see his eyes flash as he asks if there's anyone else who would like to try and take his beloved away from him

MURIEL

Being the big, hulking mountain of a man that he is his presence alone is enough to ward off any trouble makers

Still people seem to think that he's not treating you right, that you could do better, that they can be better then Muriel to you

While he's not fond of staring fights he can certainly finish them if he notices that someone is making unwanted advances toward his lover

He could definitely break a few noses and bones if he's not careful but he just wants to give them a warning, a bloody face will do for now

He hates showing you this side of him but at the same time he wants to do everything he can to keep you safe, even tapping into parts of his darker, past self

JULIAN

Being the smug man that he is he shows you off and talks about how great you are to all of the people in the tavern

Naturally because of this other want to try out their luck with you, see why Julian is so smitten

They won't get far however, not with Julian taking your hand and kissing it right as they start flirting

He encourages you to sit in his lap so he can kiss you on the lips, show everyone that you're a couple that loves each other very, very much

If anyone needs any more demonstration after that they're either a pervert or want to get punched in the face

PORTIA

She is a cinnamon roll, but damn can she throw hands and words at people who make you uncomfortable

You wouldn't think it but she curses like a sailor when she's angry and she will put whoever thought could flirt with you into the ground with her words

You already said no, they should have respected that, now it's her turn to be a protective girlfriend

She's not above petty revenge either, what's a little something in their drink to make them feel like they have a splitting headache

You bet that she showers you with lots of kisses when you get home to make you forget all about the person who flirted with you

#the arcana #the arcana x reader #the arcana fluff #asra x reader #nadia x reader #lucio x reader #muriel x reader #julian x reader #portia x reader #the arcana headcanons #the arcana imagine #asra alnazar #nadia satrinava #count lucio #muriel #julian devorak #portia devorak

[some-thirst-here]

Pretty shy

Leo x Reader

There was always something good about the acoustics in the gym. Which is why you like sneaking away to sing after school, when there isn't any sporting practice of any kind. You waste no time in slinging your backpack down on the bleachers. You start pulling homework out and singing along to the song coming through your headphones.

"My names Noel. In gym class I mostly duck, and I kinda smell. Puberty really sucks. I like this one guy but he's pretty shy."

You belt out the song while moving around gently to the beat. The next part of the song is louder and you raise your voice to match it.

"He doesn't know who I am, and he doesn't give a damn about me. Because I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby."

Bumping into someone behind you knocks you out of the cosy little world you were just in. Heat crawls up your neck as you turn to see who. It's not one, but four guys you have never talked to. The heroes from the news. Your heart drops into your stomach.

The one in blue reaches a hand out to you, while opening his mouth to speak. Without thinking you flinch back and immediately start cramming the homework right back into the backpack. Throwing your backpack over your shoulder, you bolt. Tripping over your own feet as you run out the doors. You don't see the dejected look on the turtles face.

A moment after April walks up to the guys. "What was even that?" She can't help but ask.

Raph snorts. "They took one look at nardo here and ran." Raph pats Leo's shoulder. "It must be hard being that ugly bro." Leo promptly smacks his hand away.

April frowns, not liking that answer.

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For the next few weeks you make yourself scarce. The only glimpse anyone can get of you is the back of your head. You're determined to stay far away from the turtles. It was working pretty well. Unfortunately for you today is a pep rally in the gym.

The whole school is packed in the gym. So many people everywhere. Luckily your headphones do block some of the noise. You decide to sneak up to the top of the bleachers. While squeezing your way up someone knocks into you. The momentum makes you lose your balance. Your backpack is not helping as the weight helps pull you over the guard rail.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you tumble over. Your headphones hit the ground first. Squeezing your eyes closed you try to brace for impact. The sound of sneakers scuffing the floor is all you hear before you land.

"Hey, I've got you. Are you ok?" A voice very close to you asks. It takes a moment for you to open your eyes. You realize the turtle in blue has caught you bride style. He gives you a nervous smile waiting for you to speak.

"Your eyes are brown." You say without thinking. He blinks in confusion. Your heart thunders in your chest. Why did you say that?

You are once again scrambling up and out of the gym. The first thing you do is run and hide in the bathroom. After closing the door, it swings right back open and smacks against the wall. You nearly jump out of your skin. April O'Neil herself is marching up to you. You very visibly gulp. She backs you up to the wall.

"What was that? Do you have some problem with mutants or something?" April asks, clearly annoyed.

"Wh-what? That's not-." Your eyes widen as you try to reply. April raises an eyebrow.

"Well, what is your problem then?" She asks curious. You sigh, your shoulders sagging.

"I just... They saved a whole city. But every time they see me, I look like an idiot." You finally admit. You run a hand down your face. April's eyes widen. Her annoyance dissolving.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. You should try actually talking to them. They're all kind of huge dorks." April gives you a small smile. Thoughts of bacon, egg, and cheese fill April's head. You rub the back of your neck.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." You mutter. April ignores your protest and grabs your hand to pull you along.

"Well, I mean Leo did just save you from a potentially broken neck, so I think the least you can do is say thank you."

"Oh ,um, right." Heat creeps back up your neck. You don't have to go far as Leo is waiting outside the bathroom. April officially introduces the two of you.

"You dropped these." Leo says holding up your missing headphones. A bright smile spreads across your face.

"Thank you." You say. Leo gently places them into your hands. You pull the headphones around your neck.

"Thanks for catching me too." You say softly looking away from Leo's face.

"Yeah, no problem. It was nothing. Not that you're nothing, you're totally something. It was just easy..to do." Leo rubs the back of his neck. Why did he say it like that?

You can't help, but smile at his rambling. Maybe it wasn't going to be so hard to get along with them.

#tmnt x Reader #tmnt mm x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #x reader

[makoodles]

Ok I can’t help but wonder what would happen if Ronal and Tonowari actually took it slow with the reader?? 🧐

I feel like Na'vi courting and mating rituals are actually quite intricate, and often follow a lot of unspoken rules. They're so damn expressive -- their features lend themselves to non-verbal communication with their big eyes, felin ears, and long tails. So much of their body language would go clean over your head - not because you're stupid, but because humans just don't talk like that. Our micro-expressions are usually expressed through our eyes, mouth, and eyebrows, but the Na'vi don't have eyebrows. Just because of the simple, basic differences, you would miss a lot of the cues that they would be putting down.

If we're going by the events in pxelo, the first thing you notice is the staring. But naturally, that's all you notice - you don't see how their wariness wanes over time and begins to change into pupils dilated in interest, or how their tails are lifted and coiling with interest.

When Tonowari walks by the marui every goddamn day, you just assume he's coming to talk to Jake about whatever warrior business they usually discuss. It would take you a pretty long time to notice that Jake is usually gone when he wanders past, and that whenever he starts to hover it's around you alone. It's only natural that you interpret that as him mistrusting you around the children and the village in general, isn't it?

When Ronal brings you fruit to make sure that you're eating properly, it's perfectly understandable that you assume the gift is actually for Neytiri, like a sort of peace offering. It doesn't occur to you that she's trying to display her skills as a provider, because why would it?

If they were to take it slow, their next step would be increased touches. Any self-respecting Na'vi would recognise these touches for what they are instantly. They might lay a hand on your head as they pass by, lingering around your hair. Perhaps they lay a lingering touch on your waist or shoulder as they're walking around you. You just assume they're trying to move you out of the way.

Eventually, they'll be forced to step up their game. Tonowari is loving the challenge - it's new and exciting, and he spends a significant portion of his days speculating about the best way to catch your attention. Ronal is loving it less - she's beginning to grow frustrated. She hates not knowing where she stands with someone; she knows that you have some sort of interest in them (you're staring back at them, after all! you care for their children and watch over them when they are not around!), but she just can't figure out why you're so reluctant to accept their advances.

When they finally progress into proper courtship gifts, something is going to twig with you. After all, why would this big alien married couple be gifting such pretty shells and jewellery and hair ornaments to a creature they call a demon? Don't they hate you? Don't you disgust them?

maybe you'll go to jake and neytiri for advice, or maybe you'll ask ronal and tonowari straight out. either way, you're certainly in for a very confusing day

#pxelo #tonowari x reader x ronal #asks #avatar headcanons

[zeezelweazel]

imagine lottie being mean towards everyone but has a big sweet spot just for you :( <333 even before you’re dating, and everyone notices it but reader is so damn oblivious <3333

Lottie Matthews| Not them, just you|

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I just watched status update, yes just for courtney, and omg

You can't tell me Charlotte isn't just pre crash Lottie

"I will eat your children" ok ma'am 😋

I need more mean Lottie in my life.

Anyway enjoy this fluff amongst all the filth I've been writing for the past few days.

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Lottie Matthews, rich and popular, everyone knows her name. When she walks down the halls of the school people either shrink away from her or look at her with jealousy and envy.

"Ugh, I don't get why everyone is so obsessed with her, she's just a bitch."

Shauna shrugged at Jackie's complaint. They're on the team with Lottie and have both experienced how mean the girl can get, sometimes for no reason at all.

"She's not that bad Jackie."

Both of them turn to look at you. Then they look at eachother. Shauna sighs when Jackie scoffs.

"Oh please, you only say that because you're the only one she's never been mean to."

You tilt your head confusion written across your face. I mean, she hasn't been mean to you but surely there are other people in the school she treats with kindness. Oh right, what about...

"Natalie! She's her best friend, right? There's no way she's mean to her best friend."

It's Shauna that speaks up this time, a deadpan look in her face.

"Have you seen them interact? Like, at all?"

You frowned in though and opened your mouth to respond when the bell rung.

You arrived in class just a bit early, no one else was here yet. You picked your usual seat and started laying out your books for literature class when someone else walked in. You looked up to see no other than Lottie Matthews herself. She sits a few rows behind you but this time she doesn't go to her usual seat. She seems almost nervous when she approaches you.

"Hey, uh, can I sit next to you?"

You look around the empty class room and wonder why she wants to sit next to you when her usual seat is available. It's probably because these seats are closer to the board or something.

"Oh yeah, sure."

A few minutes passed and you noticed Lottie was acting different. She seemed to be pondering something. You were about to ask her if something's wrong when Jeff and Randy ran into the classroom, hitting eachother and laughing. They didn't seem to notice that Lottie was sitting next to you because they ran straight into her bag knocking some of her things on the floor.

"What the fuck, are you two idiots brain dead?! Can't you fucking see?!"

Jeff and Randy stood there frozen. You sighed and got up to help Lottie gather her things. Lottie was still yelling at the two boys but when she noticed you were about to get up she put her hand in yours.

"It's okay Y/N I'll get them. You don't need to get up." She smiled sweetly at you. Jeff and Randy looked between eachother, just like Shauna and Jackie did a few minutes ago, but you were only looking at Lottie. She's so pretty.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear a laugh from the door. You and Lottie look up to see Van, who's still giggling, and Tai whose eyes have rolled back all the way back to her brain. Lottie seemed to be signalling something to Van with her eyes. The ginger raised her hands in defense and walked towards her seat.

You giggled alongside the rest of your group who was laughing at Lottie's flushed and embarrassed face.

"She was so damn obvious, like I can't believe you didn't get it earlier."

You rolled your eyes half heartedly at Nat.

"It wasn't that bad. She was just a bit romantic with me."

Tai looked at you with her ' seriously? You're playing dumb? ' face.

"She was cussing at everyone like a sailor just for existing but when it came to you she was all like ' oh Y/N you don't have to ' ' hey Y/N, how's your day been? '." Taissa said in a mocking, high pitched tone.

The group went back to laughing hysterically while Lottie tried to defend herself.

"Hey I never said that plus I sound nothing like that Tai!"

Lottie crossed her arms over her chest when your friends seemed to be laughing harder at Lottie's attempt to defend herself. Her frown was replaced by a soft smile when you placed your head on her shoulder.

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #lottie x reader #lottie matthews x reader #lottie matthews

[radiant-reid]

Oh! Okay good so I was thinking about an enemies to lovers blurb where Spencer despises reader and she despises him but they have been hooking up and she’s been avoiding him because she ended up getting 🤰 pregnant

He eventually finds out and then they like talk it out and all that mushy stuff? 💘

this could be a whole series or full length fic

"What's wrong with her?" Spencer finally breaks and asks JJ, looking across the jet at you. You hadn't even glared at him for a few days and he's... well, he'd be worried if he cared about you, but that's something he doesn't feel.

Anyway, it's strange for you to just be sitting there. You're being strange and it's making him feel strange.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe someone she has to spend a lot of time with hates her for no reason," JJ replies sarcastically, rolling her eyes at him.

He scoffs. "It's not like she doesn't feel the same."

"Well, someone felt it first." She says, and Spencer can't tell if he's being scolded.

"And someone initiated the hate sex." Emily jumps into the conversation, taking the seat next to JJ.

His eyes widen at that in shock. "Who told you?"

It's a dumb question, and Emily makes that known. "The only other person in the room when it happened, or so I'm guessing."

He doesn't say anything about how you were begging for it that night, and every night after because he's not a total dick, especially if it's not directly to you.

"She's still being weird." He repeats. "Not that I care. It's offputting weird, not quirky weird." He quickly clarifies.

JJ and Emily share a look, making sure he catches it so he knows how absurd his lie sounds.

"Talk to her then," JJ suggests.

Her words replay in his head the whole way back to Quantico, as he tries to profile you while pretending to be reading.

He can't help but corner you back at the BAU floor, dragging you to the supply closet you've fucked in numerous times.

You don't want to be there, so close to him. "We're not doing this now." You tell him. "I don't want to do this ever again actually."

"That's why you're being weird?" He asks, frowning as he, again, tries to profile you. He has no luck. Damn you for hiding your emotions so well.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "Yes, Spencer. Sleeping with you has been so amazing that I'm acting weird because I can't do it again." You answer sarcastically.

It presses his buttons. "Tell me." He demands.

You shake your head, tilting your chin up to try and stop the tears spilling out of your eyes. "No." With that, you push past him, walking out of the closet and leaving him to his confusion and spiraling thoughts.

What he doesn't expect is Penelope pulling him into her Batcave on his walk back to the bullpen. "What's wrong?" He asks, even more alarmed, and hoping she doesn't know as well.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" She asks. It's a tone that wouldn't sound mad to most people, but it's the most frantic Spencer has heard her voice, aside from on the phone during takedowns. "What Y/n just told you is big news. You don't leave someone alone after they tell you they're pregnant unless you're a terrible person. And I don't want to believe that about you."

"She's what?" The sentence is so lightly spoken Penelope wouldn't have caught it has she not needed to stop to take a breath during her ramble.

His whole world stops, and hers does when she realizes the look painted on Spencer's face is pure shock. He doesn't know. And she told him. And he can't keep a single thought in his head for long enough to develop it into words.

"I'll go get her." Penelope decides, feeling awkward and terrible all at once. "Sit down, you look like you're going to faint."

He does what she wants, sitting there in silence until you walk in, cheeks redder than before with clear signs you've been crying.

"Hey." You say, sitting down on the other chair in Penelope's office.

"Is it true?" He asks, needing confirmation, even though he's already convinced.

You sigh. "I mean, you said I was being weird."

He doesn't know what to say, but all he can think about is you. "I didn't-"

"It's fine." You assure him. "I don't expect you to be nice to me."

"I should be." He confesses before he can stop it. "I should have been because you're...great." Just a tiny half-compliment knocks you off guard. "And I wish you didn't look so shocked when I say something nice."

"Sorry." You apologize, biting your bottom lip.

He shakes his head. "I don't want that."

"What do you want?" You ask, seriously confused about what he's wanting. It feels like a mind game, but you're too emotional to be competing with him.

"You." He blurts out. "Not sexually. I- I think you're wonderful, and I've been the absolute worst person so I understand if you don't want anything to do with me."

Despite your state of shock, which might now be permanent, you shake your head. "I do. That wasn't who I was, you have to know that." He nods in assurance. "And this is so unconventional, but there's something between us, right?"

"Absolutely." He agrees, reaching out to touch your hand. "And I think maybe this could work."

You smile for the first time in a week. "Me too."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid fandom #criminal minds

[mylesimeblr]

Spider x Na'vi boys HC (SFW + NSFW)

Lo'ak - The passionate lover

Lo'ak tries to fight his attraction for Spider with Tsireya but fails spectacularly

He doesn't court him

Their relationship goes physical really, really fast - Lo'ak is not a romantic

He treats love like war - aggressive, impulsive and dedicated

He's obsessed with Spider's human body and Spider in general

He's dominant and extreme with a bit of a blood kink but he LOVES Spider so MUCH

He can't keep his hands off Spider - if he could, he'd spend his entire days fucking him

He only controls himself because Jake made it VERY clear that if he pushed Spider too much the consequences would be disastrous

His passion does have consequences on Spider's body but Spider barely ever says anything - even if he's hurt because he doesn't want to be a nuisance with his stupid human limits - until one day when he's reached all his limits and has to tell Norm that he needs help and Jake is FURIOUS at Lo'ak

They're together but they're not boyfriend material

Lo'ak calls him bro even during sex and it makes the whole thing kind of funny ("damn, bro, you feel so good, bro")

Their public display is extremely weird and confuses everyone

On one hand, Lo'ak's hands and lips are glued to the human - it's like he wants to mate with him on the sand (no, honestly, he can NEVER have enough of Spider's body, it's like a drug at that point) - and on the other hand, they have no romantic gestures or words for one another and treat each other like platonic besties, it's like "Bro" this and "Cuz" that - it makes Kiri roll her eyes at them all the time

But one day when someone asks Lo'ak when he's gonna start looking for a mate, Lo'ak is super confused and tells them he already has a mate and he looks at Spider who looks back at him like "Oh? So I do count?!" And Lo'ak realizes he never wants to be with anyone else than Spider

They mate in front of Eywa in the Forest to make it official

There, Lo'ak realizes that even though he can't make Tsaheylu with Spider, he can still connect his kuru to Spider's skin and feel him much more intimately

And he becomes obsessed with putting his kuru everywhere on (and inside ahem) Spider who isn't sure how he feels about his mate's new obsession

The night they mate in front of Eywa is the first time Lo'ak calls Spider with lover's names and is exceptionally slow and gentle, it's like he's discovering Spider's body for the first time ever and he worships him with everything he has

Spider is overwhelmed

Eywa blesses them that night

The next day, Spider can breathe the air without a mask

Lo'ak makes a stupid joke that it's thanks to the power of his dick

Spider rolls his eyes and laughs

Aonung - The persistent traditionalist

Aonung has no idea how he fell for that tawtute

But oh boy does he fall

It's probably the fierceness with which he defends his family

He's small and fragile looking but he has the spirit of a warrior and in spite of his appearance, he's very Na'vi

He bullies Kiri once and Spider puts him back in his place and Aonung is instantly smitten by his fire

He courts him in the very traditional sense of the Na'vi and Metkayina way

Spider is completely clueless at first and just thinks that Aonung is trying to bribe him or mock him or be weirdly nice

Lo'ak is the first to realize that Aonung is courting Spider and he's NOT happy about it (he's scared for his bro because Aonung is gigantic and Lo'ak knows how fragile human bodies are)

When Spider understands that Aonung is courting him, he's both completely shocked and freaked out, like he doesn't understand why AOUNUNG is courting him? A stupid human? And also... Aonung is male right? And male Na'vi... well... He's freaked out.

Jake is double freaked out (he's a former human and a marine and he knows that sex between males is... a struggle... so with a male Na'vi who is three times the size of his adopted son? Absolutely never!)

The adults try to end the courting and talk Aonung out of it

Aonung is completely clueless and doesn't understand the problem of him courting a tawtute, that's his choice so why is it so bad?

Completely out of nowhere, Neytiri yells that it's because Aonung is too big between his legs and the BIGGEST, most AWKWARD silence ensues

Aonung is determined to prove them wrong

He sets up a cute date with Spider at his shack

They have sex for the first time there and it's very, very sweet and gentle

Spider is ashamed of his body and tries to hide

But Aonung finds him magnificent and worships his body with his mouth for hours

They do have a talk about their future and what Spider can and cannot do as a human

Aonung is a passionate and selfless lover, he only wants to please Spider and make him feel good, he doesn't really care about his own body and needs

The first time they mate for real with Spider on the receiving end (because Spider is too small to top, Aonung's muscles are too powerful for him), it's a huge struggle for Spider and Aonung is completely freaked out, understanding that this kind of thing can only happen in extremely rare and very well prepared occasions

They both know their differences will bring difficulties and frustrations but they are determined to make it work and Aonung will back off at nothing - Spider is his mate

Rotxo- The gentle idealist

Of all the Na'vi boys, Rotxo is the most gentle and most tender

He falls in love with Spider naturally

Their relationship is the easiest one and the least physical one

They are intimate but it's not the core of their relationship

Rotxo is very mindful of his size difference and how dangerous he can be for Spider if he's not careful

He never wants to hurt him

They are domestic at heart

They complete and bring peace to one another

Neteyam (if he lived) - The broken repressed lover (thanks Neytiri) - DARK HC

Spider is the first person he fell in love with as a kid

Their relationship was very cute at first and they were very close

Until Neytiri started to push Neteyam away from Spider

She put anti human thoughts in his head and he began to see Spider as a demon and keep away from him

But his feelings for him never went away

His love grew but got poisoned with racial views and slowly mingled with hatred and self-disgust up to the point of no return

He wants Spider more than anything but he hates himself for wanting him so much

He's the perfect son, the perfect warrior, the perfect Na'vi

He's Neytiri's Golden Boy

But there's something dark inside him that festers with the years and Jake is the only one to see that something's wrong with his son - the perfect boy

Neteyam starts courting a Metkaynia but Jake sees that it's only for show and asks himself questions because there's something in his son's eyes he doesn't like - a strange glimmer - something fake

Neteyam only wants Spider and Spider, well, he loved Neteyam back as a child and was very hurt when his friend pushed away from him

Neteyam doesn't court Spider, he won't lower himself to court a tawtute

He just takes him and Spider lets himself be taken - it's kind of dubcon really and not a very pleasant moment for Spider (Neteyam makes 0 effort to be gentle for poor Spider's body)

He's a dark, dominant, abusive and sadistic lover - bordering on cruel, the perfect contrast to his public persona

Their relationship is toxic and horribly unhealthy

Neteyam thrives on hurting and humiliating Spider - he has a blood kink and enjoys telling Spider how pathetic he looks (even though he finds him so very beautiful - but he will never tell him that)

Their mating is violent and very dangerous for Spider

And since Spider hates himself for being human and for being unworthy of Neteyam, he takes all the pain and the humiliation Neteyam throws his way because he's convinced that's all he deserves - plus, Neteyam is paying attention to him so he'll take everything even if he ends up with his body destroyed for weeks

He has moments where he's sweet and gentle and it's very confusing for Spider

In those rare moments he's the Neteyam he would have been if Neytiri hadn't destroyed his mind with her anti human views - it's actually kind of sad

Spider cherishes those rare kisses and gentles touches

When Neteyam offers him a smile or a word of love, it makes him cry because he knows the moment will pass as soon as it came and he will be alone with the monster again

Ironically enough, the first person to see the bruises and the red spot on Spider's loincloth is Neytiri but she never really has the courage to investigate

The relationship ends badly - either Spider is stuck in a toxic relationship where he's basically a toy without any life of free will or Neteyam's sadistic folly takes over him and he kills this unwanted lover (honestly it can go really, really dark)

It's very possible he also ends his life with Spider (like an insane lover's suicide where he kills them both in a creepy romantic fashion) or right after killing him

When Jake and Neytiri finally realize how crazy Neteyam truly was and how horribly he treated Spider, let's just say that it's a shock...

Lo'ak and Kiri never forgive him

Neytiri questions herself and her education

So does Jake

Bonus: the only one who "knew" is Aonung (they had a quick fling before Aonung understands how insane the Sully's eldest son is and flees for his life) and when Aonung sees the cruelty with which he treats the human, he's appalled and instantly turned off - and he develops a sort of a sad crush for the poor human (honestly, that's a very awkward threesome)

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #aonung #locorro #nocorro #aocorro #avatar rotxo #avatar the way of water

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Draken would 100% at least once a week, have a separate meeting with all the members about “safe sex” and the women anatomy. And answer any questions the other members may have, and I know for a damn fact he would try his best not to judge but the second someone says “Well, women pee out of their vaginas”. He would have a dumbfounded look on his face, and probably just walk out. Mumbling to himself about how boys and men are dumb, an he can’t be the same sex as them. While everyone just stand a there offended but also so confused because … draken. What you MEAN, you can still get someone pregnant standing up. And swallowing doesn’t make their teeth whiter?! Probably goes back home, an just starts apologizing to all the girls there, “I’m sorry men are trash” “You all go through so much”

But, I bet, mitsuya is his little side kick/assistant at these weekly sex education meetings. He even passes out slides that he printed and put together with information on STDS, resources locally for testing/finding condoms at local banks (like plan parenthood), etc. and at the end he passes out little pieces of papers with some sayings on it “Her body her choice” “If they or you say no, it means NO” “Reapect the body as much as your own” and gives out condoms and even tampons/pads for even girls that show up.

But on some serious notes, since he did grow up in a brothrel I bet, the gals there would educate him so hard on anatomy, manners, safe sex, and how to treat others. And it already shows he does and has helped others with the thought process of being in someone else shoes or even seeing it from their perspective.

I wish someone would make a little series about this cuz it would be so fun to read.

Draken doing sudden quizzes too, pointing at a random toman member and yelling "YOU! CAN A WOMEN GET PREGNANT STANDING UP!?" If they answer correctly they can go but if they're wrong then they're getting a lecture. Mikey gets them wrong every time cause he's never paying attention, well not until Draken starts promising taiyaki's if he gets them right.

#draken definitely gets raised right because of the girls he's raised by #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #ken ryuguji #tokyo revengers spoilers

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight - part 4

Word count: 1.3k (almost 1.4)

Part 3, part 2, part 1

"What's wrong with Steve?" Eddie can't help but ask, the question coming out a little quicker than he'd like to admit as worry etches itself across his brow, betraying him completely.

"I don't know, I just.. he's not answering the phone, his car is in the driveway but he's not home, and nobody knows where he is." Nancy tells him, her arms still crossed in front of her chest as she bites the inside of her cheek. Eddie looks outside, it's not a full moon, so where would he be? If he went to the woods, wouldn't he call Eddie for help for their weird agreement? Wouldn't he have told someone?

"Who else did you go to?" Eddie asks. Nancy stops biting the inside of her cheek with a small pop of her lips, shaking her head quickly like a dog. "Just- it doesn't matter. I'm just worried about him." Nancy says, stepping into the trailer and looking around, wrinkling her nose at the smell of cigarettes and Eddie's weed.

"It kinda does matter though, if you wanna know where he is. What if he's just hanging out with a friend or something?" Eddie says, going to his laundry basket to grab an old shirt that hasn't been washed in... he doesn't actually know, it's not a shirt he wears often. He gives it the quick sniff test to make sure it doesn't at least stink before tugging it on over his mass of wild curls that he's pretty sure has crumbs in it from laying on the couch he also eats Chips Ahoy cookies on.

"He's not, he basically only has Tommy and Carol and they're out on a date." Nancy replies, following him down the hall. Eddie refrains from asking if Steve is also on that date, even if it's a real question he has. Sure, he's worried, but it's Steve. And he says that.

"Look, Steve isn't some damsel in distress, he'll be fine wherever he is. I know you're worried, but he's Steve." He tells Nancy, and she lets a breath out from her nose, looking off to the side. He's never been great at reading expressions, but it's clear she's pretty damn annoyed.

"I'm not cheating on him." She says, clenching her jaw. She huffs when Eddie doesn't bother to hide his confusion, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. "It's stupid, but he saw me with Jonathan and now he's basically throwing a fit over nothing." He's heard that word to describe Steve a lot. But this time it's his actions, and not his brains. Sure, compared to himself, Eddie doesn't think Steve is stupid, but that's his own self deprecating brain speaking. In his eyes, Steve is perfect. Too perfect. Rich, popular, a jock, attractive. And Eddie is what? A freak. A stupid, unwashed, freak.

Eddie just walks over to the small cramped kitchen to stir the pot of Spaghetti-O's, not wanting to bother with this anymore. "Steve is gonna be fine." Is all he says, and not even he knows why he's saying it.

After a few more moments of silence, where Eddie is hoping Nancy will just leave him the hell alone so he can eat his Spaghetti-O's in peace without talk of Steve, because lately everything has revolved around that idiot. That stupidly perfect, rich, popular, idiot. But then she speaks again.

"I know you've been talking to him." Nancy says, taking a step forward. "Has he said anything weird?" She asks. Anything other than the fact that he's a werewolf? Anything other than the fact that his parents are horrible? No, not really. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, a habit he picked up early from his uncle, and a clear sign he wants Nancy to leave him be so he can be alone. When he doesn't answer, she nods, looking around once more before she finally leaves.

And yet Eddie can't stop thinking about Steve. Is something wrong? Should he call? Should he check? No, he shouldn't.

But he realizes he's already out the door, shoes on his feet and keys in hand. He finds Steve with Tommy and Carol at the movies– despite what Nancy said about the two being on a date. Tommy is holding onto the bottom of a ladder as Steve climbs, Carol having spray paint at the ready.

"Steve? The hell are you doing?" Eddie calls out, the sound of his own voice echoing against the brick, making Steve look over his shoulder.

"Nothing." Steve says firmly, shaking the can of spray paint. Jesus, if Eddie was caught doing something like this he'd be in the back of Hopper's car, and Steve? He'd probably get a slap on the wrist. "Looks like something you'll regret."

"Go home, freak, nobody wants you here." Tommy says without a glance towards Eddie, eyes still on Steve as if he worships the dude. Eddie steps closer anyways, not caring if he'll get beaten or not, he's gotta stop Steve from doing whatever the hell he's about to do, whether he goes home with another vague thanks or a black eye. He doesn't know why he cares– he doesn't want to care, doesn't need to care. But there's a nagging feeling in his chest, right in that spot between his ribs that feels like there's a hook there, pulling him towards the situation. He should go. Nobody does want him here, he should go.

He should go.

But he doesn't, stepping forward only still, crunching the leaves that scatter the sidewalk as he approaches Steve and his two Igors, who finally turn to look at him, about to speak and spew their filth. He feels the need to step back, as if their words really will stain his already dirty white reeboks with green and brown sludge.

"Get down from there, whatever you wanna share with the town probably isn't worth it." Eddie tells Steve, looking up now, pushing past Tommy and Carol who he can feel glaring at his back, their eyes practically burning holes through his pajama shirt and skin. Steve just.. looks at him. Up and down. Then he tosses the spray paint can down, a loud sigh escaping his lips.

"Nancy–" He starts, going down a step, but Eddie raises his eyebrows.

"I talked to her. Nothing happened, and you just disappearing like that had her worried enough to show up to the trailer park." Eddie says, not looking fondly on the memory from 10 minutes before because if she hadn't come over then he'd be lounging on the couch in his Garfield pants with his beloved pot of Spaghetti-O's... he's still wearing his Garfield pants. Dang it.

"She showed up to your place?" Steve asks finally stepping down and turning to face Eddie, running a hand over his face and pinching his nose, his eyes having a sheen over them Eddie has never seen before.

"Yeah. She was worried– looked annoyed though. You might wanna go apologize, you two are good together." Eddie says before even taking another breath, needing Steve to be distracted and be around him less and less until he can be gone from his life for good. He tries to think of something else, anything else. The fact he left the stove on, the fact he's wearing Garfield pants, the fact he probably left the door wide open. Why was he in such a hurry to find Steve? Steve, of all people on this earth, had Eddie leaving the stove on and the door open. And Eddie doesn't even know why.

Because he refuses to like Steve. Refuses to feel anything but hate for the boy with honey eyes and golden skin.

"I shouldn't be here." Steve says, looking back to Tommy and Carol as if just now realizing the fact. "Ya think?" Eddie can't help but say.

"C'mon, Tweedledee and Tweedledum can do this on their own." He adds, nodding over his shoulder. He shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be still talking to Steve or motioning for him to follow. Shouldn't be letting him follow. Shouldn't be doing any of this.

But he also feels he shouldn't be a lot of things, and he is anyway. He is with pride, without disgust or guilt. So why can't he just love this boy for a day?

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#stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington #joseph quinn #eddie munson #joe quinn #steddie #Moonlight steddie fic #I like this chapter :) #I'm getting better at making my fics longer #I wanted to make this one longer but I'm sick n I need sleep

[zombiewhor3]

HER BOOK

fem reader x negan smith

WARNINGS: implications of character death, marriage, the whispers, flash backs to the saviours.

she walked down the concrete stairs and into the cell where he was sitting, he was reading a book.

his fingers flipping to the next page when he was done with his current, but the sound of shuffling was what caught his attention.

To which he folded the page he rested at and closed the book, gently placing it in his lap he looked up to see her pulling a chair to his bars.

the chair was just a foot away from where he was left locked up, she stood in front of the bars slipping a bottle of water and some food to him.

she sat down and watched as he started to eat some of the food that was on his tray,

he took a bite of the apple first before starting his main course of steamed vegetables.

She sat back in the chair and said nothing, instead she watched him eat, she watched as he opened the bottle and began to drink.

most people would find this a boring task, having to watch a prisoner eat while taking his ever so sweet time, but she didn't mind.

down here it was silent, she couldn't hear the growling of zombies or the sound of people explaining fighting tactics against the walkers that had started to whisper in the woods

but yet again down here was like a pit, a pit with nothing but her and a criminal, a criminal that still remained her husband.

"you enjoying yourself?" He asked as he wiped his hands clean with a rag, with her disassociation she must've missed the fact he finished his meal and slid out the tray to her.

She picked up the tray and set it by the side of her chair, she hadn't said anything but remained quiet, which was somewhat unusual.

"talk" he spoke and could see as she flicked her eyes up to look at him, he was laying on his bed.

His feet crossed over one another while his head was propped up from his hands underneath it.

"we have a new issue, a new threat to handle"

she replied and could see him raise his brows a little, curious as to what or who it could be they were fighting with now.

"the walkers, they started talking, whispering"

even when she said it aloud it sounded so surreal, walkers couldn't talk, let alone they couldn't kill people apart of their group.

"I'm sorry you want me to believe those bags of flesh and shit are talking?" He chuckled at her words almost like it was to hard to believe.

and in all honesty it was, even when she heard the whispers coming from the woods herself she then had to actually believe it.

"they killed one of Hilltop's leaders, we all saw it with our own eyes" her knee started to bounce, and she tried not to replay his death in her head.

"walkers don't kill, they're fucking made of dead flesh and soupy god damn brains" Negan sat upright on the bed as he snapped back at her.

"they're wearing masks of the dead, it's another group that we're facing" she admitted and could see as the confusion faded away from his face.

He wiped over the lower half of his face, the palm of his hand running over his beard.

"Winter is gaining on us, we barely have supplies for us neither to start a war" she had flipped open her journal with every new threat or important incident she wrote in it.

she had detailed pictures with diagrams and labels, she had writings of text giving the best information that she could.

she had flipped to the page of Alpha, the drawing of a woman and the army of skins that had stood behind her.

She held her book open to show him the page, after seeing the picture she had drawn out he let out a soft sigh and looked towards his window.

"What else you keep in that book?" He asked and could see the furrow of her eyebrows as she had quickly shut the book and tucked it away.

"nothing that concerns you"

she muttered back defensively and could see his eyes widen a little, like they always did when he could tell someone was lying to him.

"tell me what's in the book and maybe I can help you with the talking dead" his deal was shitty, how was he going to help while being stuck in a jail cell in some apocalyptic basement.

But she had slid the book to him, after all he had been out more in this world than her, he had more experience with these types of threats.

so maybe some of his charming Negan wisdom could help her come up with something.

he started at the beginning, where she had been describing the dead when the first apocalypse started, but after a few pages he got bored.

He faked a yawn and skipped about to the middle of the book, his face sunk a little when he saw the descriptions of his army.

The picture of Dwight's face and the iron that was used to burn it, his baseball bat that he used to kill Glenn, and the Gutting of Spencer.

Of course there was more that he did, more that he skimmed over because he didn't want to read all the cruel things he had done in the past.

but the drawing he stopped at was the one of him lying in a hospital bed, his throat had been slashed and yet Rick decided to save him.

he was silent as he read, he must've read that page over and over because he had been stuck on it for a good 20 minutes.

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Eventually y/n had just fallen asleep, she had fallen asleep in the wooden chair she had sat in front of his cell bars.

now he wasn't reading, the book was sitting on his bed next to him, his knee tapped up and down a little while his foot padded on the floor.

making small enough noises that she couldn't hear, just so he didn't wake her up,

but the sound of the journal sliding across the floor now had waken her, she looked down at her feet and back up to him.

"I'm sorry" he admitted as he watched her slip the book back away into her bag, "about what?"

"that book, the pictures of me" she could see that there was still more to his apology like he was trying to piece together the right words for her.

"you know after we got married I never thought this would happen" she chuckled softly and could see his eyes look into hers.

"I never expected to be in an apocalyptic war, and I never thought you'd be locked up here"

she spoke with a soft smile on her face.

He fiddled with the ring that he still had on, hers rested on a dog chain that she kept on her night stand right by her bed side.

She rarely wore it, but the day he had almost been killed she couldn't let it go, she had it around her neck and at her clasp.

Just until he had woken up and been placed in this hell hold of a cell, after that she placed it back away waiting for the right time.

Maybe his funeral? Or maybe whenever she had forgiven him for what he had done, but she figured his death was much closer than him being forgiven for his crimes.

"I've had time to sit with it all" he remarked and folded his arms as he sat back on the bed, his back leaning against the concrete wall.

"if you want to stop these people you need to be smart, if they don't want a deal then talk about gathering resources for a war"

his advice seemed to strike her a little, her heart seemed to want to skip a beat at the kindness he was giving but she knew she couldn't.

She couldn't let herself be so naive, so eager just to have her feelings shut down and used against her like the war had.

"I'll be back at sunrise with a new book"

He hadn't said anything else to her but instead he watched her place the chair back into the corner and make her way out of his cell.

#the walking dead #the walking dead fic #twd #daryl dixon #twd daryl #twd spoilers #daryl x reader #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd smut #the walking dead fanfiction #negansmith #negan fanfiction #negan smith #twd negan #rick grimes #carl grimes #glenn rhee #maggie rhee #hershel rhee #twd maggie #twd glenn #angst #twd angst #twd glenn angst #twd fluff #negansmith angst #negan #lucille #negan fluff

[shadale-s-safe-space]

I don't know much about you as a person, but from what I can gather you've had a long journey with art, but still have the motivation to continue even when its rough. I'm sure you didn't start out making masterpieces, so if its not too much trouble, do you have any advice for a 16 year old artist losing motivation? i feel like im stagnating right now and its awful

Idk man, all I can say is, draw watchu want without the care who's gonna see it or what they gonna say , commit to new ideas and care less about pleasing everyone, because I know that way too well, I started learning by drawing animals, flowers and nature, "you should draw something else", switches to furries " No you must do human portraits", draws humans *no one fuckin cares*, and I felt miserable drawing what I didn't want all the damn time just trying to please everyone and be liked, hell, I still do that sometimes cuz I'm a dumbass. When in reality, when you do your own thing is when you're the happiest, this internet bullshit? Yeah don't trust the likes and favs, people like what they find relatable, no one really knows how much time you've spent on your drawing or how much you love it, when a 5 min doodle you did could do more than a painting that took 2 whole days to complete just to be scrapped in a new speedy record, paint what you love for yourself and you only.

Don't be shy to learn new things, I have tons of stuff I don't post here cuz I know people wouldn't care about it, but here for this post, have this that I practiced when I felt too depressed to think of anything good and wanted to step back from the MD artstyle

You'll see, you'll thrive when you draw what you want, and get yourself a drawing buddy! That way you'll stop focusing on the internet and more on each other, and each other's improvement. Tbh I struggled with that one. Since everyone I had were not into art irl, I somehow managed to find someone after 10 years of drawing alone. I honestly wanted more people to join in and make an improvement circle, but unfortunately that never happened.

I found myself twice as productive now than ever, even though I'm not active here as much I am still drawing and making things, ofc giving you more comics! And other fun things in the future I hope.

If you're struggling to draw something just do it, man commit, i was uncomfortable drawing men and male characters for years, I've wasted so many years being "too uncomfortable" and draw a naked person like yeesh who fucking cares, it's for studying.

And ofc if you feel like you're not improving at all please, please experiment with your artstyle and try something new, please refresh your mind, I was stuck for years doing the same thing over and over, same colors, same 2px brush, drawing like a machine same shit over and over, I felt so stuck and lost, but also afraid to do something new, idk why, I guess I never felt good enough or deserving of it. I also didn't go to art school, I am NOT a professional, nor will i ever be in my opinion. Hell, me feeling like I'll never be good enough left me afraid to try and apply for art school, they were asking for sculptures, different mediums all that scary stuff and I was like, I don't.. know.. how to do those things... I can't build a portfolio in less than 3 months?!?! I don't even know how to use half of what they're asking for!!

In reality at the end of the day, art is what you make of it and no one can stop you, search for inspirations and don't be afraid to try, yes you'll fail fist 2 or 10 or hell even 100 times, but you'll come back with more knowledge than ever.

For ending I give you the most confusing drawing to ever exist [dw he's just sleeping on top of her and she's just ghasping for air but awe romance or sum lol] is it weird? Yeah but I had a fun time making it hahaha

Idk I'm bad at putting my thoughts together, but hopefully some of this helps.

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