#also stick you don't even understand how much I appreciate blue looking like blood thing it's a fire line!

[underthesocks]

Thx for the tag, dear <3

Not sure if we're putting only fanfics or our writing overall so allow me to do both:

AFTG F1 AU "This death will be art":

Kevin didn’t want to be angry at Jean, he could justify the mixed feelings he had towards Riko, but Jean didn’t do anything wrong, he deserved the seat, so why did Kevin still feel bitter about it?

And here comes my unnamed original work I came back to after literal years:

He smiles at me and waves, as if nothing ever happened. As if our last talk wasn’t this huge fight. As if it wasn’t the first time he saw me in half a year. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

Tagging: @c-c2224 @doodlingstuff @lautjess

last line tag !

Thanks again for tagging me @rekikiri im loving the attention lol ☺️

Last and funnily enough one of the first lines i wrote for my new fic concept.

From the AFTG illiad x odyssey AU "Neiter brave man, nor a coward" :

You already know how this story ends. You've seen the future in the eyes of every one of your soldiers, who finished their fight early. Never to set their sails home. And so you venture back, sea so blue it looks like blood, and you sing songs about them who bled while their mothers weep in your shadow.

Tagging:

@underthesocks @codename-adler @themundanemudperson @leedee013 @sassy-pen

[queenofgotham800]

Little-Big Fights (3-3)

(Roman Sionis x Reader)

Warnings:Gramatical Errors, Swearing, Blood, Hospital, Bit of OOC Roman, Angst

(A/n): I want to thank you all, for reading this story and voting, or rebloging the last chapter. It really means a lot to me. 💜

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

You took a deep breath and the finger on the trigger moved, you turned the gun at his leg and heared the shot. It didnt killed him, but he backed up, screaming and his weight started to pull him down from the pier...

In second, that Roman slowly started dissapearing behind the edge, you ran to him, laying on cold and ground. With one hand, you caught his arm and with second; the hurted one, you caught iron railing of the pier, hoping you won't fall down with him. Storm, strong wind and rain didn't made it easier for you. 

"Please don't let me fall," he was scared, looking in yours (y/c) eyes. 

"I won't." you shouted to Roman, trying to pull him up. The view was scary enough for you, so when Roman started to turn his head down you mumbled, "No, no, no, don't look down honey." He didn't listen and looked underneath, just to see sharp iron debris, sticking dangerously from pier. His eyes widen from increased fear. You didn't even realized you called him honey. Since it was raining and your arm was in pain, his hand started to slowly slip from yours. He was also too heavy for you, and you couldn't pull him up without help. Roman saw the fear in your eyes, frowned and looked down again. 

"(Y/n), you need to let me go!" he shouted through the wind. You didn't listen him, still trying to pull him up.

"Seriously, I don't want to pull you down with me." he said and you tightened the grip around his arm.

"No, I can't. I rather fall down with you," you felt how you slowly started to lose the strenght in arm. Roman smirked, "I always loved your stubbornness, but this is not the right time for it (y/n). Just close your eyes and let me go," Roman said while looking in your eyes fulled with tears. You were not ready for this. You were slowly letting him go, not becouse you wanted, but becouse you didn't had the strenght to hold him anymore. 

Then you felt somebody kneeling next to you.

"Uh, can I help or is it personal?" Harley asked. When you heared her voice you sighed in relief, "Help would be appreciated now..." 

"Romy I know, you just tried to kill my friend, but it seems that my other friend is in love with you," Harley started to speak to Roman and she gave him her hand. "I am not!" you said when you knew that Roman is safe as Harley started to pull him back on pier. "You are. Yeah, at first you shot him, which means that you wanted revenge, you got your revenge. And if you weren't in love with him, you would let him fall," Harley smiled and you frowned. Roman was already laying on pier and he screamed when you touched his leg. "And of course, Mister Queef Richards loves you too," Harley said and you lifted eyebrows as you heard the nickname. "Who?" you asked and watched Harley laugh, pointing at Roman. "Oh.." you mumbled, looking at his wounded leg. "I mean, he has your ring, he didn't wanted to pull you down with him. I would never ever thought that this man can love, but you," Harley made a dramatical pause, catching your shoulder, "you have such a nice personality, that you are changing him to better person," she smiled at you, pulling you to hug. "Thank you," you said, "Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I think you should check on him," Harley said and then you turned back to look at Roman who held his leg in panic. You walked to him, still keeping some distance. 

"Thank you.." Roman frowned and mumbled. 

"You don't have to thank me, I did it for my friend (y/n)," Harley said and dissapeared with Cassandra Cain-who watched all this from distance- in fog. 

After weird quiet of staring at eachother wounds you asked, "Did the bullet came through? Or is it still there?"

"It looks like it came through," Roman said and groaned in pain. 

You kneeled down to him, "Give me your shirt." 

"What?" he asked and put down his suit. "I need to stop the bleeding," you said with serious expresion and he nodded. You didn't saw his body whole month, but you could say he gained bit of weight. This month you just fighted eachother, had big arguments over little things or big things. This moment was a welcomed change for you both, even when Roman was bleeding. 

You took his shirt, pushing it to the wound, pulling out your old phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Roman, "I am calling ambulance," you said, refusing to look at his blue eyes. He tried to take your phone from your hand.

"And what are you doing?" you asked, pulling it away from his reach. 

"I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you," he said and you tilted your head in disbelief. "No, just stop. You can't be like this," you scolded him and then sighed, "I'm gonna call the ambulance, there is no way that i am letting you die, after saving your life."

"(Y/n), please," Roman cried and you didn't knew if its becouse of the wound in leg or in his heart. 

"No!" you shouted. After calling ambulance, you could not stand the fact, that he is crying and you hugged him. "Just stop crying, you know I hate to see you like that," you pulled him closer and he burried his face in your shoulder. "She was right," Roman mumbled and you pulled him away, "Who?" you asked. "Quinn. When she said I love you," Roman said, holding your cheek. 

"Why..Why are you doing this to me," you said through tears, "Just one day without you and you nearly killed yourself. I dont want to think about things that would happen if I weren't here." you caught his hand on your cheek. "You probably wouldn't get shot, I am sorry and I quite understand why you shot me," he looked on your arm, worried. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)."

You lifted his chin and looked at bruises on his face, some of them were still bleeding. 

"Please, I'll stop flirting with others, just please come back. I need you so much," Roman said and put down ring from the chain. "I..I..Roman, I mean, are you sure? This month we were just arguing. I love you so much, but I can't be with you, if you don't like my presence," you said, looking on the ring. 

"I am sorry for this month, (y/n), for everything. I didn't gave you my attention, i was mean to you... I fully deserve this," Roman pointed at his leg. You took a deep breath, you never saw him sad like this and it was breaking your already broken heart. "I.. forgive you then," you said, taking the ring slowly from his shaken hand. When you had it on finger, you smiled through the tears and Roman kissed you and hugged you again. 

Sun was rising, but rain was still falling down on Gotham. 

"I love you so much," Roman whispered in your ear, and you felt how his hands felt down and he felt down too, laying on the cold pier with closed eyes. 

Last thing he saw was the sunshine in your eyes. Your beautifull eyes fulled with tears. Your voice screaming his name. He didn't felt the pain going through his leg. Everything was calm and dark... "(Y/n)..." he whispered

Then, he saw light. Lights were flickering against his face. He was still alive, slowly breathing, but still alive. Then Roman closed his eyes again. 

He heared you, singing a familiar somg to him, felt your hand tangled in his hairs. 

"(Y/n)?" Roman said, and he was surprised how weirdly his voice sounded. You smiled at him, giving him cup with water. "Roman, honey," you caught his hand and sighed in relief, "How are you feeling?" After that, Roman remembered at his leg, looking down to it. 

"It hurts," he said touching the cast. "I am sorry, i didn't meant to shoot you that badly," you said.

"No, dont be sorry," Roman mumbled and sat on hospital bed.

"Doctor said you have to have it like two months maybe..." you sat next to your husband. 

"Two months? Wait what does it mean?" Roman looked on you, concerned.

"Well, it means you have to rest. I will take care of you," you said giving him kiss on cheek. 

"Oh, i would like that," Roman smiled. 

You missed this version of him. Of course, he could be brutal and cruel, but he could be also soft, but only for you. You cupped his face, which was still bruised and covered in blood, since doctors refused to clean him. Either they were afraid of him or they hated him. 

"Doctor also said you can go, when you wake up. Honestly, I just want to go, hospital is bringing me some old memories which I would like to forget," you said and Roman wanted to get down from bed, but you stopped him. "No, no, no, wait here, don't move," you said and ran outside his room for something. "Where do you think i would go?" he smirked. Alone, in that room he was afraid too, but then you came back with wheelchair. 

"Looks like I've got new driver after all," Roman smiled and you helped him to sit there. 

1 month later, Black Mask Club

You were standing in middle of the club, dressed in fancy dress looking on guests dancing under stage, having fun. At first if was hard to take care of the club, but you somehow managed it. After that, you came upstairs to Roman. His leg was slowly healing, but he was still in wheelchair. 

"Hey babe," you came into dining room, where he sat, reading newspapers. 

"Hello, how are you cutie," asked Roman, while giving you soft kiss. 

"Good and so is the club," you said pulling the wheelchair to bedroom. 

"I have some news," Roman said while you helped him to dress up to his pajamas. "Tell me then," you smiled and opened wardrobe to find yours too. "I sold the warehouse, there was just lots of ugly memories and..." he didnt finished the sentence becouse you kissed him.

"I have some news too," you smiled and caught his hand, slowly placing it onto your belly.

"Wait.. I.. I am.. I am going to be a father?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "I am going to be father," Roman laughed and kissed you. That night, you were both cuddling thinking about the name for baby.

[lemon-drizzzle]

The List

This is part 1

A/N This is my first time doing one of these, so feedback is appreciated. I’m also a young writer who is still in school so part 2 might take some time to get posted. I’ll post it as soon as it’s done. You can also get this on Wattpad (I’m planning on releasing a new story soon on there) I always post first on Wattpad.

SUMMARY: Jeremey moves to a new town for his junior year of high school. He thinks he is moving because of his moms hub, but that is far from the truth. On his first day he meets a girl, Smithy, who everybody is scared of. Walking home with her he finds out a huge secret. Will he side with the town, or Smithy?

Junior year was just supposed to be normal. This was my third time moving to a new school because of mom's job, so I had gotten used to it. The looks you got when first walking in, identifying the social hierarchy, how to blend into the crowd. Each group is easy to identify, the popular boys and girls are the easiest, the girls are in their skin-tight cropped clothing and many in letterman jackets belong to their boyfriends, the boys in their sports jerseys. The nerds in nicer clothing, or shirts with messages and jokes on them, goths in eye makeup and band t-shirts. Then there was one girl who didn't seem to fit into any group, at first I thought she was the laughing stock of the school, the sad one who gets bullied, but she seemed happy and people stayed away from her. The bell rang and I went to my first class, calculus, I sat down next to a dark-skinned boy with short hair. "Hey, I'm Winston" he introduced himself leaning over to me.

    "Hi, I'm Jeremy," I replied hesitating a bit before continuing "whos that girl over there"? I gestured towards the girl that I saw in the hallway before, she was wearing black ankle boots, high waisted dark jeans with a gray shirt tucked in and over the top of it all a gray cardigan with the tip a slight red color with black wavy hair a few inches past her shoulders. She was pushing a sharp pencil into the pad of her thumb.

    "That's Smithy, she scares everyone, she's not quite right up here". Winston said tapping his temple. "I recommend you stay away from her. I heard she killed a guy. I mean after her parents died her cousin came to take care of her, and he kind of forced her to do you know what with him, she changed after that".

    "Oh..."

I went through my next few classes thinking about Smithy. I mean who could even do that to someone. I thought I had a troubled past, you know, losing my dad at seven, but this was a whole new level of intense.

At lunch, I was looking for a seat. I spotted Winson but all seats at his table were taken, so my only two options were one alone at an empty table or one across from Smithy. I walked over to Smithy, and I'm not going to lie, I was a bit scared after what Winston told me. When I put my tray down across from her she looked up at from moving her food around hers. At first, she looked confused then gave me an unsettling grin "You're not scared of me, I assume someone would have told you about me by now".

"I mean I am a little bit scared," I confessed, rubbing the back of my neck "what's that on your cardigan, is it, blood"?

"No"? She responded

"That isn't the sort of question you should be answering with another question".

"I don't have the time to keep track of the types of bodily fluids that are released onto my clothing, it just happens naturally."

" What sort of activities cause strange bodily fluids to be released unknowingly onto your clothing"?

"I can't tell you that". This was the first time that I actually got a good look at her face, she was paler than most and had a few freckles scattered across her cheekbones. Her voice had a very slight English accent, the type that most wouldn't notice if they weren't paying attention, and spoke in an eerily soothing, smooth, and slowed down tone. "Any way you probably already know this, but I'm Smithy."

"Jeremy Artison" I reached my hand out to shake hers. Her interest peaked when I said my last name. When she reached her hand out for mine I noticed the pads off all her fingers and gauze was wrapped around her palm. "I don't understand why people are so scared of you, you seem nice"?

She laughed and simply said, "Give it a few days and you'll be just like the rest of them, hiding and running for your life."

My next few classes were simple. In English a woman came into the classroom and left with Smithy, she didn't come back for the rest of the class.

The day was over and I needed to walk home. I heard my phone buzz and I went into my backpack to get it out. A text from Mom. 'I will be working late tonight, get yourself some food and to bed, love you'. It seemed funny that they were keeping her late during her first few weeks on the job, the hospital must be busy.

I looked around at the other kids leaving the school for a few seconds before heading the direction my new home was. I saw a familiar girl walking in the same direction, Smithy. I ran ahead to meet up with her, "You heading home"?

"In a way," she replied looking up from the ground "I don't really like going home, so I kind of," she paused and stopped for a moment "Do my own thing, then sneak through the window into my room later".

I nodded before an idea sprung into my head, "Hey, my Mom won't be home until later, the hospital's busy, maybe we could do something together"?

"I would like to change, and shower". She said shyly.

"Hm"?

"I don't feel safe changing and all that with my cousin around, I usually only get to do that once a week or so when he goes out". She looked back at the ground.

"Oh, you can shower and change at my house, as much as you need my mom won't mind". She nodded. We walked the rest of the way only saying a few words here and there.

When we walked into our neighborhood, she pointed at a blue house a few down from mine, "That's mine there, take this I'll be right back". She tossed me her backpack and walked towards her house. She started scaling the side of her house. She pushed open one of the windows on the deck floor.

While she was in the house I couldn't help but notice a peice of paper sticking out of her backpack. I picked up the piece of paper, unfolded it, and read it. It was a list of names, about 20. The first 9 were crossed off, I didn't recognize them. As the list went on I vaguely recognized many of them, but the last name was very familiar to me. Meagan Artison, my mom. A panic flooded over me as I realized what it was. A hit list.

[queenofgotham800]

Little-Big Fights (3/3)

(Roman sionis x Reader)

Warnings:Gramatical errors, Swearing, Hospital, Wounds, Angst and then ton of fluff :)

(A/n): Posting again cuz tumblr won't let me tag it... 😓

I want to thank you all, for reading this story and voting in last chapter. It really means a lot to me. 💜

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

You took a deep breath and the finger on the trigger moved, you turned the gun at his leg and heared the shot. It didnt killed him, but he backed up, screaming and his weight started to pull him down from the pier...

In second, that Roman slowly started dissapearing behind the edge, you ran to him, laying on cold and ground. With one hand, you caught his arm and with second; the hurted one, you caught iron railing of the pier, hoping you won't fall down with him. Storm, strong wind and rain didn't made it easier for you. 

"Please don't let me fall," he was scared, looking in yours (y/c) eyes. 

"I won't." you shouted to Roman, trying to pull him up. The view was scary enough for you, so when Roman started to turn his head down you mumbled, "No, no, no, don't look down honey." He didn't listen and looked underneath, just to see sharp iron debris, sticking dangerously from pier. His eyes widen from increased fear. You didn't even realized you called him honey. Since it was raining and your arm was in pain, his hand started to slowly slip from yours. He was also too heavy for you, and you couldn't pull him up without help. Roman saw the fear in your eyes, frowned and looked down again. 

"(Y/n), you need to let me go!" he shouted through the wind. You didn't listen him, still trying to pull him up.

"Seriously, I don't want to pull you down with me." he said and you tightened the grip around his arm.

"No, I can't. I rather fall down with you," you felt how you slowly started to lose the strenght in arm. Roman smirked, "I always loved your stubbornness, but this is not the right time for it (y/n). Just close your eyes and let me go," Roman said while looking in your eyes fulled with tears. You were not ready for this. You were slowly letting him go, not becouse you wanted, but becouse you didn't had the strenght to hold him anymore. 

Then you felt somebody kneeling next to you.

"Uh, can I help or is it personal?" Harley asked. When you heared her voice you sighed in relief, "Help would be appreciated now..." 

"Romy I know, you just tried to kill my friend, but it seems that my other friend is in love with you," Harley started to speak to Roman and she gave him her hand. "I am not!" you said when you knew that Roman is safe as Harley started to pull him back on pier. "You are. Yeah, at first you shot him, which means that you wanted revenge, you got your revenge. And if you weren't in love with him, you would let him fall," Harley smiled and you frowned. Roman was already laying on pier and he screamed when you touched his leg. "And of course, Mister Queef Richards loves you too," Harley said and you lifted eyebrows as you heard the nickname. "Who?" you asked and watched Harley laugh, pointing at Roman. "Oh.." you mumbled, looking at his wounded leg. "I mean, he has your ring, he didn't wanted to pull you down with him. I would never ever thought that this man can love, but you," Harley made a dramatical pause, catching your shoulder, "you have such a nice personality, that you are changing him to better person," she smiled at you, pulling you to hug. "Thank you," you said, "Thank you so much," you smiled.

"I think you should check on him," Harley said and then you turned back to look at Roman who held his leg in panic. You walked to him, still keeping some distance. 

"Thank you.." Roman frowned and mumbled. 

"You don't have to thank me, I did it for my friend (y/n)," Harley said and dissapeared with Cassandra Cain-who watched all this from distance- in fog. 

After weird quiet of staring at eachother wounds you asked, "Did the bullet came through? Or is it still there?"

"It looks like it came through," Roman said and groaned in pain. 

You kneeled down to him, "Give me your shirt." 

"What?" he asked and put down his suit. "I need to stop the bleeding," you said with serious expresion and he nodded. You didn't saw his body whole month, but you could say he gained bit of weight. This month you just fighted eachother, had big arguments over little things or big things. This moment was a welcomed change for you both, even when Roman was bleeding. 

You took his shirt, pushing it to the wound, pulling out your old phone.

"What are you doing?" asked Roman, "I am calling ambulance," you said, refusing to look at his blue eyes. He tried to take your phone from your hand.

"And what are you doing?" you asked, pulling it away from his reach. 

"I don't want to live without you. I can't live without you," he said and you tilted your head in disbelief. "No, just stop. You can't be like this," you scolded him and then sighed, "I'm gonna call the ambulance, there is no way that i am letting you die, after saving your life."

"(Y/n), please," Roman cried and you didn't knew if its becouse of the wound in leg or in his heart. 

"No!" you shouted. After calling ambulance, you could not stand the fact, that he is crying and you hugged him. "Just stop crying, you know I hate to see you like that," you pulled him closer and he burried his face in your shoulder. "She was right," Roman mumbled and you pulled him away, "Who?" you asked. "Quinn. When she said I love you," Roman said, holding your cheek. 

"Why..Why are you doing this to me," you said through tears, "Just one day without you and you nearly killed yourself. I dont want to think about things that would happen if I weren't here." you caught his hand on your cheek. "You probably wouldn't get shot, I am sorry and I quite understand why you shot me," he looked on your arm, worried. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)."

You lifted his chin and looked at bruises on his face, some of them were still bleeding. 

"Please, I'll stop flirting with others, just please come back. I need you so much," Roman said and put down ring from the chain. "I..I..Roman, I mean, are you sure? This month we were just arguing. I love you so much, but I can't be with you, if you don't like my presence," you said, looking on the ring. 

"I am sorry for this month, (y/n), for everything. I didn't gave you my attention, i was mean to you... I fully deserve this," Roman pointed at his leg. You took a deep breath, you never saw him sad like this and it was breaking your already broken heart. "I.. forgive you then," you said, taking the ring slowly from his shaken hand. When you had it on finger, you smiled through the tears and Roman kissed you and hugged you again. 

Sun was rising, but rain was still falling down on Gotham. 

"I love you so much," Roman whispered in your ear, and you felt how his hands felt down and he felt down too, laying on the cold pier with closed eyes. 

Last thing he saw was the sunshine in your eyes. Your beautifull eyes fulled with tears. Your voice screaming his name. He didn't felt the pain going through his leg. Everything was calm and dark... "(Y/n)..." he whispered

Then, he saw light. Lights were flickering against his face. He was still alive, slowly breathing, but still alive. Then Roman closed his eyes again. 

He heared you, singing a familiar somg to him, felt your hand tangled in his hairs. 

"(Y/n)?" Roman said, and he was surprised how weirdly his voice sounded. You smiled at him, giving him cup with water. "Roman, honey," you caught his hand and sighed in relief, "How are you feeling?" After that, Roman remembered at his leg, looking down to it. 

"It hurts," he said touching the cast. "I am sorry, i didn't meant to shoot you that badly," you said.

"No, dont be sorry," Roman mumbled and sat on hospital bed.

"Doctor said you have to have it like two months maybe..." you sat next to your husband. 

"Two months? Wait what does it mean?" Roman looked on you, concerned.

"Well, it means you have to rest. I will take care of you," you said giving him kiss on cheek. 

"Oh, i would like that," Roman smiled. 

You missed this version of him. Of course, he could be brutal and cruel, but he could be also soft, but only for you. You cupped his face, which was still bruised and covered in blood, since doctors refused to clean him. Either they were afraid of him or they hated him. 

"Doctor also said you can go, when you wake up. Honestly, I just want to go, hospital is bringing me some old memories which I would like to forget," you said and Roman wanted to get down from bed, but you stopped him. "No, no, no, wait here, don't move," you said and ran outside his room for something. "Where do you think i would go?" he smirked. Alone, in that room he was afraid too, but then you came back with wheelchair. 

"Looks like I've got new driver after all," Roman smiled and you helped him to sit there. 

1 month later, Black Mask Club

You were standing in middle of the club, dressed in fancy dress looking on guests dancing under stage, having fun. At first if was hard to take care of the club, but you somehow managed it. After that, you came upstairs to Roman. His leg was slowly healing, but he was still in wheelchair. 

"Hey babe," you came into dining room, where he sat, reading newspapers. 

"Hello, how are you cutie," asked Roman, while giving you soft kiss. 

"Good and so is the club," you said pulling the wheelchair to bedroom. 

"I have some news," Roman said while you helped him to dress up to his pajamas. "Tell me then," you smiled and opened wardrobe to find yours too. "I sold the warehouse, there was just lots of ugly memories and..." he didnt finished the sentence becouse you kissed him.

"I have some news too," you smiled and caught his hand, slowly placing it onto your belly.

"Wait.. I.. I am.. I am going to be a father?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. "I am going to be father," Roman laughed and kissed you. That night, you were both cuddling thinking about the name for baby.