#I’ve had these written for MONTHS but like

[marvelousels]

oh fuck you!

authors note — my bad i just felt like writing this 😞plus this is absolute shit I haven’t written in months, manifesting my skills will come back I hope 🙏

pairings — caitlyn x fem!reader 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

mistakes like this — prelow playing!

CAITLYN could tell you were mad—anyone could for this absolute reason. It was in the way your shoulders tensed tightly, the way you wouldn’t even meet her eyes. And honestly? You had every right to be. Caitlyn didn’t blame you for it, she rather despised herself for this too.

She was quite conflicted at who she wanted. You or Vi? The thought spun in her head like a broken compass, never pointing in one clear direction and it was driving her mad.

And tonight, with you standing there looking the way you did—like you were carved out of starlight— it only made things worse. How was she supposed to think straight when you made it so hard to breathe?

She wanted to say something, to beg you to let her explain, but what was there to say? Words wouldn’t fix this, and she didn’t even have the right ones to try. Anything she said would sound hollow, an excuse rather than an answer. And wasn’t that worse? To throw more empty words at the mess she’d made?

Still, her hand didn’t let go of yours. It clung there, desperate and unyielding, even as her mind screamed at her to let you walk away, cause she’s fucking everything up. But she couldn’t—not yet.

“Can’t you just give me more time?” she asked finally, her voice quiet but steady. Her eyes found yours. “Once this task with her is over, I’ll figure it out. I’ll have everything sorted, I promise.” Her eyes glistening with plead.

She paused, her grip tightening just slightly, as if afraid you’d slip through her fingers before she could say more. “I know it’s unfair to ask you to wait, but I… I just need you to trust me. Just a little longer.”

“for me to just get hurt?” you say still not meeting cait’s eyes, she sighed as she looked away and back at you, you really had a perfect point and caitlyn couldn’t argue back. She knew there’d be a possibility where you’d get hurt if she chose Vi.

“please understand where im coming from, please.”

caitlyn pleaded her grip on your wrist still quite tight and you just abruptly pulled your wrist off her grip and turned around now your back against her.

“caitlyn, I’ve been here for you your entire life and this is how I get treated in return? seriously?” you scoffed in disbelief.

She frowned and rolled her eyes in response “yeah but that doesn’t make me really obligated to just choose you does it?” she said quite bitterly.

You chuckle and face her “oh you’re so right! don’t choose me. don’t choose me who was always there for you.” you kept ranting about all the things you’ve done for her and abruptly stopped and just gazed at caitlyn, some slight hint of sadness in your eyes.

“why—not me? cait, why not me?”

she wanted the earth to just suck her up and make her disappear cause her heart now felt like it had shattered, oh this moment was the end, genuinely.

“y/n— I-“ she couldn’t even speak, you just wanted to kill yourself at that exact moment.

“oh fuck you, caitlyn.” your voice breaking while you said that and tears filling your eyes, your throat hurting. Oh and how clichè, it was raining. Perfect.

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Chess Not Checkers

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Reader

Summary: You and Yunho have been sleeping together in secret for months. Both of you want more, who’s going to make the first move?

Warnings: 18+, Mature Content, Oral Sex (F receiving),

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Hi hoes and hoochies (affectionately.) I once stole a yunho photocard right from under my best friend’s nose at an ateez concert. This is one of my favorite things I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!

XOXO, Bibi 🩷

P.S.

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Thanks For Reading ❤️

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You walked into the KQ Entertainment building, heels clicking down the halls as you made your way to your brother’s studio. Hongjoong was sitting at his computer when you arrived.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” he swiveled is his chair to look at his as you plopped down on the couch.

“I have about an hour before my lunch date, I came to kill time.” Which is true. You did have some spare time before meeting your best friend for lunch down the street, but the main reason for your visit had just walked into the room.

“Hi. Hi.” Yunho greets as he walks into the room. His gaze lingers on you for a second longer than it should before he turns to Hongjoong asking what the plan for the day was.

You can feel Yunho’s eyes on you the entire time he is recording. His eyes are burning a hole straight through you. You know he wants to ask why you’re dressed up and waiting in the studio. He is just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. After about 45 minutes of recording, Hongjoong gets a call and excuses himself to take it outside. Leaving you alone in the room with Yunho.

“So…what are you all dressed up for? We don’t have plans do we? I wouldn’t have forgotten that.” Yunho’s voice floods from the booth, pulling your attention from our phone. You look at him, a flicker of mischief in your eyes.

You walk over and press the talkback button.

“No we don’t. I have a lunch date in a few minutes.” It’s like you watched a switch flip in Yunho. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he stared at you.

“I’m sorry. What?” Before you get a chance to respond your brother comes back in the room.

“Hey, that was my manager. There was an error in my schedule. I’m actually supposed to be filming a radio show in an hour. I have to go.” He rushes around the room gathering his things before he stops.

“Shit. Yunho, you need to finish today.”

You can see the vein start to pop in his forehead, which only happens when he’s overly stressed. Being the good sister you are you jump in.

“I can finish helping him record. I remember everything.” You’ve been Hongjoong’s shadow since he was still putting together songs in his childhood bedroom. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “Thanks Sis! I owe you one.” Then he’s out the door, once again leaving you with Yunho.

You shift your gaze from the door to Yunho, who’s looking at you expectantly.

“What?” You say as you move to sit in your brother’s seat.

“You were explaining to me, how you think you’re going on a date.” Yunho moves to lean against the wall, never taking his eyes off of you.

“No..I know i’m going on a date. In about 15 minutes actually. We need to move this along.” You meet Yunho’s gaze and the jealousy on his face surprises you.

Yunho rests his head against the wall behind him, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he laughs. (author’s note: *insert gif*)

“If you think that I’m gonna let you walk out of this room to go entertain another man with a meal, you’ve lost your mind.”

Yunho pushes himself off the wall and takes off his headphones, before making his way out of the booth. He makes his way over to your chair before trapping you in the chair with his arms.

You look up at him and voice your confusion. “What are you talking about?”.

Yunho leans closer to your ear before he begins speaking again. “You’ve been mine since the moment I met you and you know it. I don’t just fuck anyone into the mattress like I do you.” Shocked by his brazenness you reach out and shove at his chest with flushed cheeks. It doesn’t sway him, but it did make you feel better.

“Yunho.” You lean back in the chair, trying to create space between the two of you.

“Are you being serious right now? You want to be together? Seriously?”

Yunho signs before moving to kneel in front of you. “Princess. I never say anything I don’t mean. But you seem to be a hands on learner. Let me try and change your mind about that date.”

Yunho places his hands on your knees and spreads your legs. He slides his hands up your skirt, long fingers brushing tenderly against your thighs as he reaches to pull down your underwear. Once he has them off, he brings them to his nose and inhales your scent deeply. He proceeds to tuck your favorite lace thong is his pocket. Winking at you when he catches you staring at him hungrily. Yunho spreads your legs further and takes a moment to admire the glistening mound between your legs. He leans in, pressing soft kisses along your thighs. He must’ve neglected to shave this morning because the slight stubble on his face is causing a delicious friction against your inner thighs. Yunho’s large hand reaches out and he hooks his index finger to swipe through your folds. He exposes your clit before diving in. He laps at your pussy like a man starved. Loud slurping noises bouncing off the room of your older brother’s studio. Yunho suckles your clit as he inserts two fingers into your eager hole. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you and he continues his assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Above him you have your hands woven into his dark hair. Your hips are slowly grinding into his face, head tilted back in pure bliss. You’re trying to be quiet but the man at your feet is trying twice as hard to make sure you aren’t.

“Come on Baby, let me hear you.” His ego had taken a blow. Yunho needed to hear you cry out for him. His girl? On a date with someone else? Over his dead body.

“Yunho” You moan as he replaces his long slender fingers, with his tongue. The tip of his tongue brushes the soft spongy spot inside of you. He feels your body stiffen above him, and he knows he has you. An orgasm crashes over your body, and Yunho keeps his pace. Slurping at your juices until he’s satisfied. Yunho picks his heads up, eyes twinkling and your juices dripping from his chin. Once you catch your breath, he moves to stand up.

“So Princess..What do you say? Still wanna go on your little date” He stands back and watches as you adjust your clothes.

You chuckle as you shimmy your skirt back into place. “Yes, I will still be meeting Y/f/n for lunch. Even though you’ve put

me behind schedule.” Yunho looks at you puzzled.

“As in your best friend? Your female, best friend…” You can see the wheels in his head turning. Slowly you grab your purse and start making your way to the door. “Did you trick me into thinking you were going on a date to make me jealous?” Yunho laughs, he should’ve known. When you wanted something. You got it.

“You little minx” Yunho chuckles as he reaches to grab you. You quickly turn the door handle and run out of the room. As you get further down the hall you turn to see Yunho standing outside your brother’s studio smiling at you. “I’ll see you tonight.” You call as you continue to make you way down the hall. Yunho shakes his head as he makes his way back into Hongjoong’s studio. You sure will see him tonight, and maybe a glimpse of his wooden spoon for your sneaky scheming. He begins packing his things thinking he is done for the day since both you and your brother have now left, when he gets a text:

From: Shorty in Blue 💙

My studio better not smell like sex. I’ll kill you if you fucked my sister on my couch. I’ll be back up in 10 minutes so we can finish recording.

Of course Hongjoong knew. He should’ve known. His sneaky girl. You were definitely getting the spoon tonight.

THE END.

[growthhyp]

The Transforming Cum V

Vincent’s eyes lit up as he measured Jonathan’s massive frame, his hands trembling with excitement. The tailor had always dreamed of working on a canvas like this—muscles so defined they seemed sculpted out of marble. “You’re going to need custom everything,” Vincent said, running a tape measure across Jonathan’s chest. The fabric I have here won’t even begin to contain you.

Jonathan chuckled, flexing his biceps unconsciously. “That’s why I came to you. Zayne and Chris will be next. They’ll need your expertise too.”

Vincent nodded, already sketching designs in his mind. “Consider it done. But first—” He paused, glancing at Jonathan with a sly smile. “Let’s make sure you’re comfortable. I might need you to try on a few prototypes before we settle on the final design.”

By the time Jonathan left Vincent’s shop, he felt like a new man. Not just physically, but mentally too. His confidence was soaring, and he couldn’t wait to tell Zayne about their new personal tailor.

Later that evening, Jonathan sat down with Zayne over coffee. “Vincent’s incredible,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “He’s even willing to work on clothes for you and Chris. We’ve got style covered now.”

Zayne grinned, clearly impressed. “Good thinking. Now, what about maintaining all that muscle? You can’t slack off, you know.”

Jonathan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. The school gym isn’t cutting it anymore. I need something bigger, better. But…” He hesitated, drumming his fingers on the table. “I’m broke. College student problems.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. “There’s gotta be something nearby. What about that place 15 minutes from your apartment?”

Jonathan shrugged. “The reviews are terrible. People say the trainer doesn’t set a good example. Apparently, he’s the opposite of what you’d expect in a fitness coach.”

Curiosity piqued, Jonathan decided to check it out for himself. The gym wasn’t far, and with a month’s worth of savings tucked away, he figured he could at least give it a shot.

When Jonathan walked into the dimly lit gym, he was struck by how empty it felt. A few scattered patrons lifted weights in silence, and behind the counter stood a man who looked anything but a trainer. Jim was tall but painfully thin, his wiry frame swallowed by an oversized hoodie. His face was gaunt, his eyes tired, but there was a spark of determination in them that intrigued Jonathan.

“Hey,” Jonathan greeted, stepping up to the counter. “I’m interested in signing up.”

Jim’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? You… want to join my gym?”

Jonathan nodded, offering a friendly smile. “Yeah. I’ve been looking for a place to train. What’s the deal here?”

Jim sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. “Honestly? It’s not great. I inherited this place from my dad. It was his passion, but after he passed, I’ve struggled to keep it going. And—” He hesitated, lowering his voice. “I have a rare muscle atrophy disorder. No matter how much I train, I can’t build muscle. People see me and think, ‘Why would I take advice from him?’”

Jonathan’s heart went out to the guy. There was something heartbreakingly earnest about Jim, and suddenly, Jonathan had an idea.

“What if I could help you?” Jonathan said, leaning in closer. “What if I told you I have a way to transform your body—permanently?”

Jim blinked, confusion written all over his face. “What do you mean? How?”

Jonathan smirked, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s a special gift I have. All you have to do is trust me.”

Jim’s cheeks flushed, and he glanced around nervously. “I don’t know… What exactly are you proposing?”

Jonathan leaned back, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Here’s the deal. In exchange for a lifetime membership, I’ll give you the body of your dreams. Think about it. You’ll be the perfect advertisement for this gym. People will flock to you.”

Jim bit his lip, considering. “And this… gift. What does it involve?”

Jonathan’s smile turned mischievous. “It involves me. Trust me, you’ll enjoy it.”

Jim’s breath hitched, and he nodded slowly. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Jonathan led Jim to a private corner of the gym, away from prying eyes. As they stood close, Jonathan’s hands found Jim’s waist, pulling him in. Jim trembled under his touch, his body tense with anticipation.

“Relax,” Jonathan murmured, his lips brushing against Jim’s ear. “Just let me take care of you.”

Jim shivered, his hands gripping Jonathan’s arms for support. “I’ve never… I mean, I’m… a virgin,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathan’s eyes softened. “Then I’ll make this special for you.”

Slowly, Jonathan guided Jim to the floor, laying him down gently. He peeled off his own shirt, revealing his chiseled torso, and watched as Jim’s eyes widened in awe.

“You’re beautiful,” Jim breathed, reaching up to touch Jonathan’s abs.

Jonathan chuckled, lowering himself until their bodies were pressed together. “You’re about to feel even better.”

As Jonathan prepared Jim, he noticed how tight the man was, untouched and virginal. It only made him more determined to make this unforgettable.

“Ready?” Jonathan asked, his voice husky with desire.

Jim nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. “Yes. Please.”

The moment Jonathan entered him, Jim gasped, his body arching off the ground. It was overwhelming, the sensation both foreign and exhilarating. Jonathan moved slowly at first, giving Jim time to adjust, but soon the rhythm picked up, their bodies moving in sync.

Jonathan could feel the heat building inside him, and when he finally came, it was with a force that left them both breathless.

But something unexpected happened. As Jonathan pulled out, Jim’s body began to change. Muscles swelled beneath his skin, his frame growing larger and more defined with every passing second.

“Oh God,” Jim moaned, clutching at his chest as the transformation took hold. “What’s happening to me?”

Jonathan watched in awe as Jim’s once frail body morphed into that of a cocky bodybuilder. Every inch of him radiated power and confidence, and the look on Jim’s face was pure ecstasy.

“You’re beautiful,” Jonathan whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Jim lay there, panting, his new muscles glistening with sweat. “I feel… amazing,” he said, his voice deeper, richer.

And then, as if the pleasure was too much to bear, Jim came, his own transformation complete. The two men collapsed side by side, their bodies still humming with raw energy.

Jim turned to Jonathan, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “So, about that lifetime membership…”

[mythmerth]

hello and welcome to the

mythmerth 2024 merthur fic reading wrapped 💫

I am your host mythmerth, and these are my merthur ao3 fic reading stats. when I say stats, I mean lists of numbers and histograms and pie charts and all that. like im so serious its a bunch of oddly color coded numbers that also happen to mean I read a shit ton of gay fan fiction. if that’s fun for you you’re in the right place!

Before we begin with the numbers there’s some things I want to clarify:

This is not going to be my favorite merthur fic reads of 2024 because god this is loaded enough as is. if you’re looking for my 2024 recs, go HERE !! (I will link when I have the post made!)

These stats are wholly collected and compiled by me. Whenever I read or reread a merthur fic this year, I added the word count number to my list as soon as I was finished reading. I’ve seen some ao3 wrapped generators hanging around and I’m here to say that that is NOT what I used, and in fact from what I can tell would’ve been wildly inaccurate for me; this is the sweet sweet old fashioned data collection and thus has all the pros and cons involved in that.

For my data, all numbers are rounded to the nearest whole and written in the thousands unless specified otherwise. If you see a ‘26’ in my data images, assume that means roughly 26,000. For fics at a 25,501 word count, I rounded up to 26. For fics at a 25,499 word count, I rounded down to 25. the hope is that these even out at the end!

I am so excited and I have 0 regrets. 100% of these fics are merthur fics (including a very occasional poly fic) and I have never felt more off my rocker in my life.

all that being said…

it’s time for stats.

let’s begin with the complete 2024 tally before we get into the nitty gritty.

Between January and December of 2024, I read a total of 14,489,000 words. Yes, that is 14.5 million words of merthur fan fiction.

Of those 14.5 million, ~4.6 million were from fics I reread and ~9.9 million were from novel fics (aka I’d never read them before).

I read a total of 239 fics this year (N is NOT in the thousands). Of those 239 fics, 52 were rereads and 187 were novel.

Half (~119) of the 239 fics I read were above 44k and half of them were under 44k.

The average fic length id pick up was about 60k, and the specific word count I happened to read the most often was 39k.

Funnily, the average length of the fics I reread was 88k, and the average length of all the novel fics I read was 53k, so I guess I’m inclined to reread long fics more ???

The highest <completed> word count I read this year was Sorcerer’s Bane by BeautifulFiction, clocking in at a very scrumptious 265k words.

Not depicted in the image, but the longest series I read was Footloose’s ever infamous Loaded March, giving a hearty 1.26 million words to my count this year.

Now for the fun part…. monthly specifics…

behold, the gay merthur donut

did someone say pie chart?? too bad, you get a donut. also hello to my pfp.

From my monthly counts, May was my lowest at 732k words read and August was my highest with a very normal and regular 1.8 million words. read. in August. 1.8 million.

(once I saw those stats i wondered if I’d really gone berserk cause… what the hell was I on. is this normal? I don’t know what’s normal anymore)

I read an average of 1.2 million words per month, so I hover right around there with some exceptions (looking at you July and August. and May.)

This is a look into how I break down the months

Each novel read is noted with the right skew within the cell, and each reread is noted with a left skew. So for January, I had 7 rereads. Then I add them up and do general stats when the month is over: I read 20 fics in January that averaged at 65k each, for a total count of 1.3 million words.

Sometimes I’d mark fics in other ways to keep track of them, I did this with certain series and also to denote if a fic was unfinished. In August, I’d picked up Loaded March again and you can see those in blue. I also read Accidentally my Companion which is an unfinished work by Nakyrah, shown in green in the image (this is also the longest fic I read this year if you count ongoing, it’s at 276k as of now so check it out tehe)

I messed around with some histograms too~

While this is set up as a ‘histogram’, this is actually all 239 fics I recorded one by one laid out as a chaotic strip of lines. Each line is a fic, the height denotes word count. I have a pretty typical rhythm; read short fics between the super long ones, nothing too insane other than that diabolical spree of reading long fics I went on at the beginning of the year. I was about to get my bachelors alright? I was doing anything. my average word count in February was 114k okay I couldn’t be trusted. clearly, cause the first thing I did with my degree was make a fan fiction stat chart

Now this is a proper histogram: each bar represents a word count category and the height is how many in the category I read. As you can see, I’m very inclined to read the 23k-63k category. There’s also a spike at ~115k and I think that’s a bit funny. like why that set specifically? they Speak To Me

Speaking of fics I’m drawn to. You’re probably thinking, ‘the numbers are cool and all, but of those 14 million words of godforsaken merthur fics, what ratings did you read the most?’ I’m so glad you asked!

I read the MOST godforsaken ones.

I have no charts for this because I painstakingly went through all of my bookmarked fics from 2024 and tallied their ratings on paper to the best of my ability.

Out of the 187 novel fics I read (I don’t re-bookmark rereads so if I’d thought of this category sooner I would’ve been MUCH better off but I didn’t and now we’re here)

131 of them were Explicit (70%)

39 of them were Mature (21%)

13 of them were Teen (7%)

4 of them were General (2%)

And I guarantee the rereads look almost identical to this, if not more explicit. something about merlin and arthur and their explicit antics heal me; it’s always the filthiest I start reading when I’m feeling my lowest. I eat that shit UP. So if you’ve come to my page looking for Teen rated fics I fear this may Not Be The Place For You. I’ve read quite a number of very good T and G fics!!! I just. the mature ratings. they call me.

and lastly, I’d like to post my scrappy 2023 stats cause the year difference is. kinda funny

they consumed me body and soul and I haven’t looked back once.

and that does it for this years mythmerth merthur ao3 wrapped!

I hope you enjoyed this breakdown as much as I enjoyed all the reading and data collection I did this year!!

Again, if you’re looking for my 2024 recs I’ll have them linked here as soon as I create the post <3

If you have any inquiries or questions or comments on what my merthur 2025 wrapped should include pls let me know I’m just having a good time with this, what did you think? what should I do next?

[brodygold]

New Year, New Me

A Mixture of Fact and Fiction

The rain poured relentlessly, soaking through my thin jacket as I trudged along the edge of the bridge. My breath fogged in the cold air, mingling with the silent tears streaming down my face. I had stopped wiping them away hours ago—it didn’t matter. The rain was doing a fine job of disguising my brokenness.

What a year...

In January, I’d lost my job. A position I thought was secure, a career I’d dedicated years to, gone in a single meeting where words like "downsizing" and "unprecedented times" were thrown around. The severance package was cold comfort, especially as the months stretched on and my savings drained away.

By spring, I had sent out dozens upon dozens of resumes. I’d tailored each one meticulously, written cover letters that begged for a chance, and scoured job boards for hours. And yet, nothing. Not one callback, not one single interview all year.

By summer, the walls felt like they were closing in. I’d started snapping at my friends, not because of anything they did, but because the pressure inside me needed an outlet. It came to a head at a birthday party in July. The meltdown wasn’t dramatic—no shouting or flipping tables—but my words cut deep. I left our group chats in an impulsive decision. I tried to reach out again the next day but was essentially told to get lost, that groups aren't a buffet where you pick and choose to join or leave on a whim.

By fall, I was completely isolated. My small apartment felt like a prison, the silence oppressive. I tried to focus on the little things—cleaning, cooking, exercising—but even those became Herculean tasks.

And now, here I was, on New Year’s Eve, wandering through the city like a depressed ghost. The city lights shimmered through the downpour, blurred and distorted. A metaphor for my life, I thought bitterly. Everything I’d once seen so clearly was now a warped mess.

I hadn’t come to the bridge with any specific intentions. I wasn’t planning to jump, at least not at first. But there was something comforting about standing at the edge, staring down at the rushing water below. It made it so tempting to just let go...

“Hey, wait!”

A hand grabbed my shoulder, yanking me backward with surprising strength. I stumbled, nearly losing my footing, and turned to face a man standing in the rain. He was tall, with piercing hazel eyes and a warm, genuinely concerned expression that cut through the gloom like a ray of sunlight. His golden soccer jersey gleamed even in the downpour, almost glowing against the darkness.

“You shouldn’t be walking so close to the edge,” he said, his voice calm but firm.

I blinked at him, stunned. “Mind your own business. It's not like anyone would care either way.”

“I would,” he interrupted gently, "and it’s a bad place to be, especially on a night like this.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but the look in his eyes stopped me. He wasn’t just saying words; he understood. Somehow, this stranger saw the storm raging inside me.

“I’m Brody,” he said, extending a hand.

I hesitated, then shook it. “Michael.”

“Michael,” Brody repeated, as if testing how it felt. “I’ve got a place where you can stay tonight. Dry, warm, and safe.”

“I don’t have any money,” I mumbled, shame creeping into my voice.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not offering you a hotel room. I’m offering you something better. A chance to be part of something bigger. The Golden Army—a team where everyone belongs. We’ve got a place for you, too.”

I stared at him, trying to process his words. A team? A group of strangers who just…take people in like lost puppies? It sounded too good to be true.

“You don’t have to decide now,” Brody said, as if sensing my hesitation. “Come to the stadium tonight. Just get out of the rain and rest. That’s all I’m asking.”

There was something about the way he looked at me—gentle but unwavering. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at me like that, with genuine care.

The weight of the rain and my exhaustion finally tipped the scales. I nodded. “Okay.”

The stadium was unlike anything I’d expected—grand, but somehow inviting. Brody led me through a side entrance, past rows of gleaming trophies and framed jerseys. The air inside was warm, carrying a faint scent of grass and leather.

“Here we are,” Brody said, pushing open a door to a locker room. It was pristine, yet it had a lived-in feel. Rows of lockers stood neatly, each labeled with a name and number. A pile of golden jerseys sat on a bench, their fabric shimmering under the fluorescent lights.

He handed me a towel and gestured toward a small cot tucked in a corner. “It’s not much, but it’s dry. Sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”

I hesitated, feeling like an intruder, but the exhaustion was too much to fight. I collapsed onto the cot, too tired to even pull off my shoes. As my eyes closed, I felt a strange warmth spread through me, like the first rays of sunlight after a long, cold night.

That warmth grew as I slept, spreading from my core to every inch of my body. It wasn’t unpleasant—in fact, it felt like I was being wrapped in sunlight despite the darkness of the room.

It began in my chest, a soft tingling that soon turned into a gentle pressure. My muscles, once soft and underused, stretched and thickened as if they were waking from a long slumber. My shoulders broadened, my arms filled out, and my hands, which had always seemed frail, grew stronger, their grip firm and sure.

The transformation worked its way downward, my torso flattening and hardening as if carved from stone. I could feel my posture straightening, my spine aligning perfectly, and my chest expanding with each breath, deeper and steadier than before.

My legs, which had carried me through countless city streets in defeat, now pulsed with energy. The muscles in my thighs and calves grew firm and powerful, as though they were made for running, for sprinting across a field with purpose.

A warmth enveloped my skin, chasing away the paleness of months spent indoors. A healthy tan spread over me, as if I had spent weeks under the sun. Even my face felt different—stronger, more defined, though I couldn’t yet see it.

My clothes shifted along with me. The soaked, threadbare jacket and shirt I had fallen asleep in melted away, replaced by something smoother, more substantial. When the fabric settled, I could feel the cool, silky touch of a golden soccer jersey against my skin. It fit perfect, snug but comfortable, as though it had been tailored just for me. The number 10 was emblazoned on the back, bold and unmistakable.

As the transformation neared its end, a sense of vitality surged through me. My exhaustion, my aches, my despair—all of it was gone, replaced by a strength I had never known.

When I woke, I felt…different. My first thought was how deeply and peacefully I had slept, something I hadn’t experienced in months. My second thought was that I felt light—not just physically, but emotionally.

I sat up slowly, blinking in sleep. I hadn't slept for more than a few hours at most, if the darkness outside was any indication, but I felt invigorated.

My arms caught my attention first. They were toned and muscular, the veins faintly visible beneath the tan skin.

“What…?”

I stood, and my reflection in a nearby mirror stopped me cold. A man I barely recognized stared back. His hair was dark and thick, his jawline strong, his shoulders broad. He was wearing a gleaming golden soccer jersey, the number 10 shining proudly.

I ran my hands over my face, my arms, my torso. It was all real. I was real.

“You look good in gold.”

I turned to see Brody leaning casually against the doorway, his easy smile lighting up the room.

“What…what happened to me?” I stammered.

“You’re part of the team now,” Brody said simply. “The Golden Army isn’t just a team, Michael. It’s a family. A place where everyone has a role, a purpose.”

I felt a lump in my throat and struggled to speak. “Why me? I’m just…a mess.”

Brody walked over, placing a hand on my shoulder. “We’ve all been messes, Michael. That’s why the Golden Army exists—to help each other. You’re not alone anymore.”

As the clock struck midnight, the stadium erupted in cheers. The team had gathered on the field to celebrate the new year, and they pulled me into the circle without hesitation.

“To new beginnings!” Richard shouted, raising a water bottle like a toast.

“To new beginnings!” we all echoed, laughter and joy filling the air.

“Happy New Year,” Brody said softly.

Without thinking, he leaned closer, and so did I. Lips brushed, a warmth that lingered. My world was golden.

The past year had been rough, but with a new group of bros by my side, my future seemed bright for the first time.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Making Dreams a Reality -Martin Whitlock

I needed Martin content and there is only so many fics written so far and while many of them are fucking amazing, I’ve read them all so I figured, make your own (especially since several people asked for a Martin fic), and make him an Obsessive Yandere Stalker! So without further ado, Yandere Martin Whitlock!

Warning:This is a Dark Yandere!Martin fic with potentially disturbing content, know your limits before reading Dark stories.

This Dark Content includes: Stalking, Use of Roofies,Forced Oral in Sleep (Fem Receiving), Somnophilia, Non/Dub Con, Manipulation, Naked Photos Taken while Asleep,Use of Daddy Kink, Severe Obsession

DD:DNE

Martin had always been a loner, from a very young age he had no friends, was constantly alone, and preferred the company of his skink that he had had since he was 12. He was comfortable in his solitude and always had been…until her.

Y/n L/n. She worked in the bookshop across the street from his favorite Vinyl shop and he found himself going there more and more just to watch her through the window at the register, checking out customers or reading a book. In fact he was there so much that the owner of the Vinyl shop clearly noticed what he was doing and found it funny. The 60 something year old man commented on how “fine” the young girl truly was and that the boy should just “toss her over his shoulder and carry her on home” if he likes her this much.

The Vinyl shop in town was closed for only a day before it reopened with a new manager that was an older lady. She loved to play her music and sing, not caring at all about how long Martin hung around, often appreciating having a strong young man that is willing to help move the boxes of books upon delivery. She only ever commented on the girl he stares at once, encouraging him to go down the street to the flower shop and get her a bouquet to ask her on a date like men did in her day. He loved her sweet idea and made a mental note to bring her flowers one day when she was his girl to spoil her like she deserved.

His girl was lovely. The faces she would make as she read were adorable and Martin found he was smiling to himself every time she smiled or stuck her tongue out between her lips as she focused particularly hard as she counted money in the till. She was precious…and she was his.

As Martin laid in his bed, cum splattered across his stomach and chest after his third time jerking off that night, he knew that he couldn’t go on like this. His imagination could only get him so far.

He needed the real thing.

He needed Y/n…And so he would have her.

It was easy to put his plan into action considering he had been stalking her for almost a year by that point. He paid one of the guys he often does car-jitsu with to follow her in a very obvious way, steering her away from her usual direction home and towards the parking lot where they fight. Martin knew that if she was being followed that she would be drawn to a group of people and he was completely correct.

The first time he saw her out of work (when he wasn’t following her home as she’s just as much of a home body as he is) was from inside the car and he locked eyes with her, instantly trying to push down the reaction his cock was having from seeing the girl he’s wanted to shove it into for months as well as the adrenaline. He nodded his head to her, smiling and she blushed as she watched him pin the man, twisting his arm until he tapped out with the other one. She looked around apprehensively and he made a show of seeming concerned, opening the car door and stepping out, scanning over the small crowd quickly and seeing his buddy had disappeared like he was supposed to…Martin can take it from here.

‘Hi there. Haven’t seen you here before, I would’ve remembered you. Usually its always the same girls or kids recording us.’ He joked, chuckling awkwardly.

‘Oh, no. I’ve never-um…there was this big guy following me after work and I ended up here cause I didn’t want him to know where I lived…I’m sorry, I’m fucking you up right now!’ She apologized as the next guy was rushing Martin to get back into the car.

‘No, please don’t apologize love. Stay and hang out for a bit until you’re sure he’s gone, in fact I’ll walk you home. I won’t let anyone touch you, Scouts honor…I wasn’t a Boy Scout but you get it.’ He got her to smile and he loved it even more than every other smile he’d seen because he’d made it happen. ‘I’m Martin by the way.’

‘Y/n. Nice to meet you Martin, and thank you. Take your time, I’m not in a rush. I would love to see more of…this?’

And so she stayed. He went three more rounds before giving his place over to walk her home. He hated “quitting” but for her? He would tap out a million times over.

‘Where do you work? Must be close if you’re walking.’ Martin spoke, trying to get the basic knowledge that he needed to know out of the way without her realizing that he already knew it.

‘Oh, I work at Plot Twist, the book shop on the corner back there. It was always my happy place in school and when I turned 16 the owner offered me a job since I practically worked there anyway.’ She explained and he could see how much she loved it.

‘That’s cool. You like to read?’

‘Constantly. It’s a perfect job, I get fantastic discounts and I get to read all day when I don’t have to stock or ring people up. Plus the coffee shop next door has great hot chocolate.’ She giggled.

This was a new sound for Martin that he had never heard before and it shot straight to his dick. ‘That sounds really cool, perfect for you. I’ve never been much of a reader but I’ll stop in sometime, I spend a lot of time in the Vinyl shop across the street, I’ve definitely seen you before-I knew you looked familiar.’ He teased making her smile.

‘Well, stop in and I promise I’ll find you something you’ll like. I’ll even give you my employee discount…this is me.’ She said stopping at an apartment complex.

‘Need me to walk you in?’ He offered but she shook her head.

‘You’ve done more than enough Martin. I really appreciate it.’

‘Anytime Y/n, it was really nice talking to you.’ As she moved to open the door he took hold of her hand and bowed his head before kissing her knuckle sweetly, grinning and making her laugh at his teasing.

‘Goodnight Martin.’ With that he watched her walk inside before turning and making his way back home, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

He had touched her! Only her hand, but her skin was so soft he couldn’t help but imagine it on him everywhere. He was so focused on touching her that he hadn’t even asked for her number like he meant to but she had invited him to her work, he would get it tomorrow. For now, he knew he would be desperately fucking his hand until his cock was raw or until he finally passed out.

‘Welcome to Plot Twist, is there anything that you’re-Martin!’ He watched his girls face light up as he walked in and he was instantly thrilled that he brings her so much happiness. He did have to readjust himself though as she walked around the counter and pulled him into a hug, her breasts pressing to his chest. ‘Are you ready to find a book? What kinds of things are you into besides car fights?’ She teased and he found he couldn’t stop staring at her smile.

‘I’m…I don’t know? I love my skink and music I suppose-‘

‘Music!’ She cut him off. ‘What kinds of music? You strike me as a Hard Rock kind of guy, Maybe you’d be more into magazines? We have a tons of music magazines that you’d probably like? Rocksound? Revolver? I personally love Kerrang myself-‘

‘Oh, I love Kerrang! Gotta order it though, but it’s worth it cause they always have awesome interviews!’ Martin found himself truly surprised by her interest but he was happy for it, he had known that he made a good choice on Y/n and she just kept proving him right the more she talked.

‘Well you can get it here. We don’t get many copies but I always snag one off the top every month. I can do the same for you if you’d like and put it off to the side? Actually, there was one put on hold to be picked up before noon today and they never came, interested?’

‘Fuck Yeah, you are awesome! Gotta make sure I can keep getting them every issue, I have all of them dating back to the beginning.’ He really did have every issue but he knew that was likely to get her attention and give her a reason to come to his place.

‘Oh my God, what?! All of them?’ He nodded.

‘All the way back to June 1981, you should come and check them out sometime. It’s nice to talk to someone who shares my interests in this shitty town.’

‘I would Love that Martin, yeah! When?’ She asked, moving back behind the counter and looking along the shelf, pulling the magazine from the brown paper bag that it had been on hold in.

‘What time are you off? You can come to mine and hang out? Music, horror movies, pizza?’ Martin knew that with anyone else he would come off as awkward and weird but he knew his girl didn’t see that at all and she was quick to agree to the date.

‘Okay! Yeah, I’m done at 5 and I’m off tomorrow, so we can hang out for as long as we want.’ She scanned the magazine alnd applied her discount like she had promised before handing him the bag with a smile.

He didn’t know how long they stood there like that just smiling at each other but they were shaken out of it by the bell above the door that rang as a man walked in. ‘Okay, well I’ll come and meet you here at 5 then.’

‘See you then.’ With that he was out the door, turning back and smiling at her to see her watching him as well.

‘I’m here to pick up a magazine I put on hold yesterday. The name is Barker.’ Martins eyes widened and Y/n just seemed to roll her at him.

‘I said it would be held until noon, it is after noon sir, so sorry. Be here on time next time, like I told you-the magazine is very popular.’ He held in his snort until he got out of the store, grinning like an idiot and nearly running home to clean his room. He pulled out all of the magazines and ordered a pizza to be delivered at 6:30 before showering and washing the blood off of him from the night before that hadn’t come off from just scrubbing his face.

Martin thought about what Y/n’s hands would feel like. They would be soft and amazing, and he’s sure she would clean blood off of him after every night of car-jitsu. She would tend to him like a good girlfriend and he couldn’t wait for it, determined to feel exactly what her hands felt like that night.

He met her at the bookshop right on time and walked her back to his place where they spent the next hour reading through the magazines and talking about their favorite bands. She surprised him a bit with her knowledge but it only made him all the more confident that she was made just for him.

They ate dinner when it arrived and he decided that he couldn’t do without her anymore, he needed to ensure she didn’t leave him. He ended up doing something he knew was wrong but he couldn’t help himself as he made her tea and crushed up the sleeping pills into a white powder, pouring them into the hot drink before delivering it to her on his bed.

They laid there together and she willingly snuggled close to him as they watched her favorite horror movie, staying exactly like that until the medication began taking effect and her eyes began falling shut.

‘God I’m tired…must have been a longer day than I realized…I should get home.’ She yawned but his arm tightened around her waist.

‘You can stay. You shouldn’t be walking this late anyway. I don’t want anything happening to you.’ He admitted and she paused but nodded, not in a place to argue with how exhausted she was.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so tired…I-I don’t…’

‘Me too…I feel like I need a nap…’ Martin responded, pretending to be tired too, laying down onto the bed and giving her space before she did, pulling the blanket over her and closing his eyes and waiting for her to pass out. She actually snuggled up to what she assumed was his sleeping body before passing out.

That was way too easy. He made a vow that he would protect her from anything and everything from that moment on, never leaving her in any kind of danger other than himself considering how easy it was to drug her and she didn’t even question her sudden sleepiness.

He pulled the blanket back down, leaning close and nuzzling into her neck where he licked a trail up to her ear. ‘So fucking perfect Darling. Daddies gonna take such care of you…all mine! Gonna make you feel so good.’ His hands moved to pull at her dress, pushing it up and kissing down her chest and belly, shoving his face between her legs and inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck! I’m gonna taste you for fucking hours!’ He got the dress off of her before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of her pretty red lace panties. He couldn’t stop himself from taking another one before repositioning her and taking another. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to convince her to pose for him later in their relationship.

Martin pulled her panties down her legs before leaning back down and kissing her thighs several times. She smelled of the pomegranate mango body wash that he knew she used as well as her arousal, a fact that just got him more hard when he realized that she was wet. Sticking his tongue out, Martin gave her cunt a test lick, tasting her for the first time and knowing that he would never get enough of her. He had waited for this moment for so long and it was just as perfect as he imagined, especially as Y/n let out a loud moan upon his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking firmly. It was him! He was here doing this! He was the one making her feel so good!

His cock was throbbing and he could barely stand it anymore, pulling his pants and boxers down before lifting her legs around his waist and resting his member against her slit. Sliding his cock up and down against her was made simple with just how wet she really was. ‘Fuck Y/n, so God damn perfect, aren’t you baby? Daddy’s good little girl, giving me your wet little cunt, never keeping her away from me again.’ He’d already had to wait a year for this moment, he would never wait again, he would make his baby so horny for him that she’ll allow him to use her whenever he wants. ‘You’ll be my needy little baby, won’t you? Yeah, you will. My desperate little Princess.’ He pressed his lips to hers, having to physically restrain himself from not only biting her flesh and leaving hickeys on her but from pressing his cock into her and filling her with everything he had just for her. It was for her, everything that he was belonged to her and Martin truly believed that the only place his cum belonged was inside of his girl-not yet though. He couldn’t risk losing her.

Instead he sat back and finished onto her stomach, panting heavily before taking one final picture, saving them into a private folder that needed a password to access and moving to clean her off. Martin enjoyed the act of cleaning her up, something that he knew he would continue to enjoy doing every time that they were together, determined to make her feel how loved she was. Pulling her clothes back on was simple before covering her with a blanket and laying snuggled up into her side, cuddling into her for the night.

Martin awoke the next morning around 9 and enjoyed his morning with her, watching her sleep peacefully for about 20 minutes before she began moving, opening her eyes just as he shut his and felt her moving around. He peeked his eyes open, watching her move the blanket and check her clothes, seeing that she was still dressed and he had to resist the urge to smirk.

Y/n laid back down, moving closer to him and snuggling him before he groaned, opening his eyes and stretching. ‘Good morning…how did you sleep?’ He asked, smiling at her and watching her blush sweetly.

‘Really well. Your bed is comfortable. I’m still a little groggy but I’m too hungry to care.’ He smiled wider at that, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

‘Let’s order breakfast, I don’t want to move yet. You’re too comfy.’ He teased, nuzzling into her neck and she giggled, settling down against him and letting him enjoy his nuzzling as much as he liked. ‘You’re so soft.’ He spoke before taking a chance and kissing her neck softly. Y/n just tightened her grip on him and so he did it again, kissing up her neck behind her ear. ‘I’ve been dying to kiss you since I first saw you…tell me that I can?’ He whispered to her and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to press his lips to hers. He settled a hand on her back as his other rested on her hip, rolling them over so that he was on top of her and her legs came up to wrap around his waist. Martin moved his hand to her exposed thigh and pushed it up her soft skin, hearing her moan. He pushed his hips up, grinding against her clothed cunt, her moan turning to a soft whimper and he could feel his cock harder than ever rubbing against her.

‘Don’t stop…Fuck Martin!’ She threw her head back as he trailed his lips back to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin teasingly before she humped her hips up against him hard. His hands grabbed onto her thighs and he pulled her legs around him tighter, grinding down into her harder than before, feeling the needy mess that she was becoming.

‘You feel so good Princess.’ He mumbled, her hands tangling into his hair and pulling his lips back to hers. He licked her bottom lip and she parted them to let him in, his tongue tasting her for the first time and moaning loudly. He pulled at her dress and her hands moved to yank it over her head, leaving her in her panties which he got a quickly view of, enjoying her exposed tits before she pulled him back into the kiss. He humped his hips against her harder, her legs tightening before she released him again to pull her panties off and dragging his boxers down enough to free his leaking cock which instantly pressed to her slit, the head rubbing against her clit hard enough for her to cry out against his lips. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet…’ he mumbled, never pulling away from her lips. ‘Please? Let me inside? I’ll fuck you so good Princess…fuck! Let Daddy make you feel good…’ He lifted her waist to press harder to her wet slit, her pussy lips parting for his cock as he rubbed against her deliciously.

‘Want you inside me…please?’ She whimpered and he moved to take ahold of his cock, pressing against her hole and pushing into her in one deep movement.

‘Oh Fuck! So tight…perfect fucking pussy…’ he thrust up into her roughly, his tongue licking up her jaw to the shell of her ear while she continued whimpering like a needy whore. ‘Been thinking about this pussy since the moment I first saw you…I knew you’d be so tight for me! All fucking mine now, aren’t you baby?’

‘Yes! Yours Martin! All yours! Oh God!’

‘You wanna cum for me, baby? Wanna cream on my cock? Gonna squeeze me so tight while I fill this little cunt, aren’t you?’

She whimpered, nodding into his neck frantically. ‘Yes! Yes, please?! Please let me cum?!’ Y/n begged, Martin feeling the tears falling from her eyes onto the skin of his shoulder. God, she’s so desperate, he knew she was perfect but his girl is a little slut too. His perfect little slut to fuck and fill over and over.

‘Cum for me baby, cum for me while I fill your cunt full of me! Gonna fuck you until you’re leaking around my cock, my messy little pussy!’

‘Yes! Yours, g-gonna-Fuck! Oh God!’ She cried out quite loudly as she clamped down on his cock like the most beautiful vice grip he’s ever felt. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine as he came, burying his cock as deep into her as he could and filling her womb with everything he had for her, immediately praying that it takes.

‘Such a little good girl for me. Gonna let your Daddy cum in this hole over and over again until your belly starts growing my baby. Fuck!’ He was still hard, not willing to stop fucking her yet now that he has her. He’s been waiting for her for too long.

‘M-Martin! Oh fuck! What-‘

‘I’m not done with you yet Princess. Told you your gonna be leaking by the time I’m finished!’ He tucked his arms under her back and lifted her up as he sat back on his knees, thrusting up into her body.

‘Oh God! So d-deep! Please-‘

‘Don’t worry Princess, I’m gonna fill you up again. Your womb will be stuffed full of me, I promise! Gonna give you my babies!’ She cried out, pleasure mixing with the pain as he rammed his cock so deep it hurt, fucking her harder than she thought possible but it was so perfect she never wanted him to stop. ‘That’s it Y/n! This body is all mine now, this tight little hole is gonna take everything I give her and beg me for more! Fuck! Take My Cum!’

‘Ahh! Too much!’

‘Never too much for my pussy, she takes everything I give her. Takes Me So-Ahh! Good! Fuck!’ He growled deep in his chest, one arm around her waist and the other holding her shoulder as he pulled her down onto his cock hard and shot his cum straight up into her body.

Y/n had never let anyone cum inside of her before and she never could have imagined someone filling her so much but she could feel the stretch from how full she was and it hurt but it felt so good she could only cry as she came on his cock, squirting around him and making a slick mess all over his thighs.

‘Fuck…such a mess you made my love. Did I make you feel so good you needed to squirt all over me?’ She nodded, tears still leaking from her eyes as he still held her down onto his cock, not about to move from her body. ‘You’re all mine now. I’m gonna fill you with my cum everyday until you are crying in pleasure.’ He promised, pressing his lips to hers softly.

Martin laid her back onto the bed and stayed deep inside of her, his cock kissing her womb perfectly after having battered it painfully with his cock and forcing his jizz into her. He kissed over her face sweetly as she began to drift back off to sleep after the physical exertion.

‘That’s my good girl, you go to sleep. When you wake up we’ll talk all about moving you in here with me. Gonna take good care of my girl and my baby she’ll soon be carrying.’ He swore, kissing her cheek softly before pulling the blankets up over the both of them.

After nearly a year he finally has her just the way he wants her and he will never let her out of his grasp again.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[criticallyinneedofadar]

Can you make the next part of flower among the stone pls? If so thank you very much ( :

hehehheheh I can't help but stir the pot.... Hope you enjoy!

To Wonder at the Stars

This balcony was one of the few places in Khazad-dûm where the sky was visible. It was narrow and built of solid stone, jutting out high above the cavernous halls below. From here, the horizon seemed distant, an endless stretch of mountains that cradled the dwarven kingdom like a fortress. But tonight, the stars hung low, bright and cold, as if they too were peering down to see what had become of this once unshakable realm.

You sat with your knees drawn to your chest, the chill of the stone seeping through the thick layers of your gown. In your lap rested the half-finished letter you had started and abandoned more times than you cared to count. The ink had dried, but the words felt hollow—desperate, even. And still, there had been no reply.

Elrond’s silence gnawed at you. He had always been steady, a voice of reason and kindness, but now? Weeks had stretched into months with nothing but unanswered letters. You had tried to convince yourself that the messengers were delayed, that the mountain passes had slowed them, but doubt crept in like shadows at dusk.

Had something happened in Eregion? Or worse—had he simply chosen to forget?

A gentle hum pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Disa stepping onto the balcony, her skirts trailing softly behind her. She carried a small lantern, its warm glow chasing away the gloom. Her dark eyes met yours, and the sympathy in them made your chest ache.

"I thought I might find you here," she said, setting the lantern down before sinking onto the stone beside you. She leaned back against the railing, her arms crossing as she gazed up at the stars. "Brooding under the open sky again? It seems to be becoming a habit."

You managed a faint smile but said nothing. The weight of silence hung between you until Disa sighed and nudged your shoulder gently.

"You’ve written him again, haven’t you?"

You nodded, folding the letter shut. "And still no answer."

Disa hummed thoughtfully. "You said it yourself—the mountain passes are treacherous this time of year. Messengers can be delayed. Or perhaps he is busy with matters of state." She paused, her tone lightening. "Or perhaps he’s just fretting over the elwinglir and whether it’s thriving under your care."

You huffed a soft laugh at that. "It’s thriving better than I am."

"Nonsense." Disa shifted, turning to face you more fully. "You’re strong—stronger than most elves I’ve met, and that includes a certain highborn herald of Gil-galad." Her lips quirked into a smile, but it faded just as quickly. "You’ve endured much, my friend. More than many could bear. And you’re still here, standing tall. Don’t let his silence make you think otherwise."

You swallowed against the lump forming in your throat. "It’s not just his silence," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It is the King. He is changed since receiving the ring. He’s restless and guarded—as though something is always pulling at him. And no one will speak of it, not even him. I can feel it, Disa. Something is wrong."

Disa’s expression softened, her hand reaching out to rest over yours. "I know," she said quietly. "Durini and I feel it too. The King carries burdens he won’t name, and it weighs on all of us." She hesitated, then squeezed your hand. "But you don’t bear this alone. And Elrond… he wouldn’t abandon you. Not after all this time."

You wanted to believe her—needed to believe her. But the ache in your chest remained, as heavy as the stone walls around you.

Disa stood, offering her hand. "Come inside. You’ll catch your death sitting out here, and the halls feel colder without your laughter. Besides, Durin will think I’ve let you sulk for too long and give me one of his looks."

You let her pull you to your feet, but as you turned to follow her inside, you cast one last glance toward the horizon. The stars seemed farther now, as though retreating beyond your reach.

And yet, somewhere beyond the mountains, you imagined Elrond looking up at the same sky. Perhaps he was as troubled as you were. Perhaps he had his own unanswered questions.

Or perhaps—and the thought stung—you were already fading from his world.

+++++

The following morning, you were summoned to Durin’s chambers. Disa was already there, standing at his side with a look of quiet concern. Durin’s brow was furrowed, his fingers drumming restlessly against the arm of his chair.

"A messenger from Eregion is coming," Durin announced without preamble. "To discuss the matter of more mithril with the king."

Your breath caught, and for a moment, hope flared bright and sharp in your chest. "Elrond?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Durin’s expression darkened, but he did not answer right away. “I cannot be sure, it says only ‘messenger’. But I have no doubt it will be your elf.”

Blushing, you wave off Durin’s secretive smirk. He gestures for you to join them in the great hall outside the king's chambers when the messenger arrives.

You stood outside the king’s chambers, nerves tightening in your stomach as you waited. The moments stretched long, and you smoothed your gown repeatedly, trying to quiet the rapid beat of your heart. Elrond. It had to be Elrond. Who else would have come? Who else could have understood what this kingdom—what you—needed?

At last, the great doors swung open. Relief surged through you, but it was fleeting. Instead of Elrond, a stranger stepped through.

The figure who entered was tall and regal, with sharp features and an air of practiced elegance. His eyes gleamed like polished gold, and his voice carried a smoothness that sent an inexplicable chill down your spine as he introduced himself.

"I am Lord Annatar," he said with a bow. "I bring greetings from Eregion—and a proposal that may benefit us all."

[justwannabecat]

WHAT HAVE I WRITTEN SO FAR? THIS

(…and if anyone else wants to try picking it up sure. I’ve not had motivation to write ANYTHING in months 😭)

Tim had always known he wasn’t exactly normal. It was spelled out very clearly ever since he was young. Normal children weren’t so smart, or so observant. Normal children didn’t have an eidetic memory. Normal children weren’t so quiet or so sickly. Normal children enjoyed toys and television.

Tim knew he wasn’t normal. He assumed he was autistic- No rich, high society parent would dare besmirch their family name by admitting they were anything less than perfect, so his parents never getting him tested made perfect sense.

Now, though, Tim was reassessing things. He was growing up, he was almost nine. He was old enough to realize that there was more than he had initially thought. Things that he couldn’t explain, things that didn’t happen to normal people.

One: Tim couldn’t stand the feel of iron. It was irritating and it felt like a burn slowly seeping into his skin the longer he touched it, but it never left a mark behind. Normal people did not have this problem.

Two: Tim felt physically ill when he lied. He could avoid the truth, dance around the question, misdirect people’s attention… but outright lying was something he could only do once or twice before he felt sick. Perhaps when he was younger, Tim would have attributed the feeling to guilt, but he rarely felt guilt when he led people to the wrong conclusions, therefore it likely was something different. Normal people could lie.

Three: Tim looked… different. Not different enough to be an anomaly, not really, but different enough that if people decided to look a little closer for a little longer then they would experience what Tim learned was called ‘Uncanny Valley’. His eyes were just a little too bright, his teeth a little too sharp, his face a little too perfect. He looked like a doll, something someone worked so hard on, yet something that wasn’t real.

Tim had always known he wasn’t normal.

He only just discovered that he wasn’t human.

It took a lot longer than it probably should have for Tim to realize that he was Fae. Arguably it wasn’t his fault. Stories like that were typically waved off as falsehoods. Plus, he didn’t have all the signs of a regular Fae.

For instance, he had never controlled someone else by using their name before. (He had never asked someone for their name, though, so perhaps that was a moot point.) He had never been forced to do something else by someone who had his name, either. And he had given it out far, far too often, with how he introduced himself at galas.

Unless.

If he was a changeling…

Was he named before he was switched?

It was the most logical explanation, Tim decided, and was honestly quite relieving. After all, how could anyone use his name against him if even he didn’t know his true name?

But then how come he didn’t feel the normal sickness from it? If it wasn’t his name, he shouldn’t be able to claim it is.

“My name is Timothy-“ He gagged. No, now it felt all wrong. Because I thought it was the truth before, but now that I know better, I can’t say it. Tim(?) grimaced.

He would still call himself Tim. That’s what he’s responded to for ten years. It practically was his name, all but magically.

All but magically just wasn’t enough.

Tim was a lot more reluctant to follow Batman and Robin, now.

He still loved what they stood for. He still thought they were the coolest people in the city. He just… He was a lot more scared of them now, too. He had no idea how Batman would react to him. Would he be blamed for taking a child’s place? Would he be watched for the rest of his life to ensure he never stepped out of line? Would he be thrown into the Faelands without any care to the fact that he had no idea how he was supposed to survive there?

Tim didn’t know. He didn’t really want to find out.

As a last resort, he could try taking their names… Hi! May I have your name? Me? People call me Timothy, but I prefer Tim! He really didn’t want to though. He wanted to be good and kind and using someone’s name as a weapon isn’t either of those, and really it would just give Batman a reason to circumvent whatever safety orders Tim could give him in order to get rid of him.

Tim would offer his name, if only so Batman could give him a set of orders that he had to follow, all to reassure the man that he meant no harm, but he couldn’t do that. He didn’t have his name.

He sighed. What a conundrum. The safest thing to do would be to hide, then, and hope that they never do find out. If he can hold out until he’s older, then he can leave Gotham without bothering anyone. He’ll start saving up now- his parents won’t notice a hundred dollars a month leaving their accounts. That’s $1,200 a year, and if he waits until 16, then he’ll have about $7,200. That’s a good start, and Tim is more than smart enough to figure out some way to earn more over the years. Maybe his photography is good for more than just a hobby…?

No. It’s just not practical. It would be easier if he just stuck his head in the sand and didn’t get undue attention- attention he would certainly get by being labeled as the runaway heir to a corporate empire worth millions. If Batman’s next door neighbor were to just disappear, Tim wouldn’t doubt that he’d feel responsible enough to track him down.

Then that’s decided. Tim will be a normal kid. No more photography. No more obsessively following after Batman and Robin. No more secret detective work. Just a regular kid.

Just for the next decade.

Tim shuddered at the thought. It was impossible. A whole decade? He’s already gone through a decade of faux politeness and double-sided business! If he didn’t have an out then it would kill him!

But if he can’t be normal, and if he can’t gain attention, then-

Well. He supposed he just wouldn’t be noticed.

Tim Drake is a Changeling

Discuss.

[ratinthebins]

*glances at my 32 unposted yet finished chapters*

me: this is fine

[stunie]

it’s so easy to forget that you can literally write whatever you want

[belabellissima]

me knowing fics are due between the 17-23 of next month: 😌

Me realizing the 17th is basically two weeks away: 😳

[verdantglow]

Fuck it, time to be loudly cringe & find my 30 weirdos.

Trafficstuck AU

Because even 12 years after starting Homestuck, I still found myself in bed one night, trying to sleep, but unable to because all I could think about was Griann <> Gudtym Wiscar.

(I’ve got so much figured out for this AU that I don’t know how to share. Please send me asks about your fave/anything you’re curious about so that I can have some direction for this lore vomit!)

[commence-screaming]

I know you all are awaiting my response, and I’m grateful for your patience. There are some things I have to address here. Never wanted to put everything out there—I don’t like drama on my blog. I have a document that’s over a thousand words long, but I realized that when people have blocked me and are saying stuff in the main tag, they don’t want to listen. They just want to hurt me.

So I guess now there are things I have to clarify… it’s heavy, but I tried to keep it short. I didn’t have the energy to read everything they were saying about me so I may get things wrong. I didn’t really want to post this.

Content warnings for mental illness, suicidal ideation, mentions of abuse.

Let’s get right into it.

1. I’ve always lived with the paranoid delusion that everyone was conspiring against me, that people secretly hated me and would smear me behind my back. I passed these off as negative thoughts, anything that might’ve “confirmed” this would set it off. I’d have an episode I would have to deal with on my own. I thought that nobody would stick with me in a crisis, and I would always be thinking along the lines of, “is it all over?”

I feel liberated, now. There’s no need to fight when they’re true. I am more at peace with myself.

2. I never want to hurt anyone. Not a real level, the angst stuff is fictional pain. I am autistic—the things you’re hearing me say are the first times I’ve talked to people (other than my family) for my entire life. I always want people to go to me when I do something wrong so I can handle it and learn from my mistakes, that’s why I have my bio set to what it is.

That, and my memory is so fuzzy that I can’t remember too much from even last week. I tend to dissociate and my brain turns into mush.

3. The “minor incident” that Ghouse and the others were talking about was one of his mods saying she’d “tear people apart” and then immediately citing me as the main cause because I was “being rude.” I told her why I was taking a break, as I couldn’t handle it, this had happened before and I asked them to correct me if I was wrong—even confirming multiple times that we were just joking around because I was paranoid.

I suggested they go straight to me for future reference. I was having a mental health episode. She called me crazy and that I was overreacting, implying I was stupid. Another mod told me I was overreacting and that I was acting pathetic and childish. This made point 1 so much worse.

4. The “suicide baiting” was something I told the Panic Room server in confidence. I told them I was talking a break. Ghouse said “it wasn’t that bad but okay,” as if he were gaslighting me. He said things like this as I was sobbing alone in my room, which he was well aware of.

I have to clarify that it wasn’t baiting. Suicidal ideation has been something I’ve been dealing with since I was 9 years old. I have been abused/gaslit for more of my life than I have been safe. I never wanted to say this, but they were brushing me off at a point where I was trying to find a reason to live. I had stupidly thought that they would understand what they were doing to me if I said.

5. That was the first time I had an episode like that. To say that it was baiting is to say I was lying. Let’s play devil’s advocate here.

If I were lying for attention, why would I destroy all my relationships in a single night? Why wouldn’t I make art or something along those lines? They’re big on art.

If I wasn’t, then that would mean that I was having a few bad days and they did nothing to help me… beyond condescendingly saying that I need help. I don’t blame the minors in the server, I’m talking about Ghouse, who is older than I am by around 2 years. I told them I called 988 and it didn’t really work. He continued to tell me off.

After I was kicked I was made aware that they immediately started insulting me. Whether you believe me or not, purposely attacking someone who’s mentally ill is… too far. I hadn’t done anything to them before this incident.

6. The reasons I freaked out was because I was sad that I had unintentionally hurt people, I had started a new, dangerous job, and… well, to be honest, I was terrified.

They were making me forget that I’d been hurt. I was starting to trust them. I had been starting to look forward to tomorrow. And, I was so scared that it would all be over. I didn’t know when, just that it would be.

Now, it is.

7. I may very well have been joking around with everything while on the server, but serious topics were serious. I was never “demeaning” when Ghouse was venting about something that happened to him beyond a couple of lighthearted comments. I thought they’d have the same respect for me. Again, I had confirmed multiple times that I was joking.

8. I might not have done much wrong in the Panic Room situation, but the other things that people are saying about me? I had no idea.

That was the first time I’d ever heard of them.

In the past, my autism had gone completely unchecked. some of those things were from when I was a week into being on my first server… ever. I was 17, had no idea how to check for age or even pronouns. Never used anything but tumblr, never interacted with anyone. Never went to school or even had a job at that point. I more tried to figure out everything based off of my own experiences… which was, not good. To say the least. The things I did, in my head, I thought they were “normal.” This doesn’t make it less terrible, but I hadn’t even remembered some of the incidents until someone pointed it out. It was so mundane to me—I was a messed up child. I’m sorry for this.

8. I wasn’t the best person, I really wasn’t. I didn’t know how to “mask” my traits at that time, I was excited to be able to talk to people. I was protective over my friends (my first friends! ever!) and very clingy. I didn’t know that people held characters close to their hearts, either? (When I have a favorite, I only want to hurt them, you see)

So while the doc was deliberately taking things out of context, some of the other accusations are true, unfortunately. I will be posting my DMs between me and the people on the server in my doc.

9. I have explanations for what I’ve seen of the accusations, but I don’t really recall anything from that incident over 3 years ago… if someone had told me, or even confronted me, I’d have known what was wrong. But they didn’t, and they kept talking to me like everything was normal. I was completely unaware. This is most of the reason I thought people were plotting against me—people would be cold to me and I wouldn’t know why. The worst part is that I can’t apologize. I can’t even try to rectify anything. Some of the people in that server still played PAYDAY 2 with me, some would even reply to my DMs. I had… no idea.

I have hurt people. Unknowingly, but still. I apologize to anyone I’ve affected. Most of it was not knowing how basic social media functions worked. I hope you understand that my behavior was out of line, and that I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. Don’t defend me on that, I was entirely wrong. But… smearing me in the fandom tag instead of going to me directly means that they want to attack me. They don’t want an explanation.

All of my actions were genuine. I never intended to hurt anyone, but that’s what ended up happening. I’ll put more detail into the doc.

10. I was already going to take a break. I was already doing poorly, and the server knew this. At that point, they want me to go through with it. What else would they be saying when they do all of this? Unless I’m reading that wrong. Whatever the reason is, they don’t want to help me, they’re deliberately being malicious and they know I wasn’t baiting.

Although, I guess I have to thank them. Now, I can say that I wasn’t delusional. I can say that I was too smart for my own good. How crazy does it sound to think that everyone was just waiting to betray me? But… they were. I can begin to trust myself again, even if it’s accepting some of my “negative thoughts” as reality. I won’t be reaching out to anyone I don’t already know, and there is safety in never putting myself out there again.

Thank you to everybody who stuck around. My delusions… weren’t entirely correct. Just like how most of my former friends blocked me on sight, there were a few people who didn’t mind when I wasn’t responding. There are some people who believed in me to a point where even if all those accusations were true, they believed that I could change. That’s… something I never thought I’d hear, ever, in my life. That is a form of trust I don’t deserve, really.

So, I was wrong again. Not everyone wanted me gone. It took all of this for me to realize that there were people who loved me in the truest form of it.

As for everyone who cut me off… well, I hope you understand that because of my mental issues, I can never trust you beyond a professional level. It is for my own wellbeing, because I’m still not doing good. I will still be taking that break. The PAYDAY 2 fandom was a source of reprieve for me, and now it’s not. It wasn’t an accident that it turned out that way. All my safe spaces have been taken from me. I don’t know why the Panic Room server hated me, so I can’t provide any extra insight on that.

The truth is, I haven’t been around because I’ve been dealing with depression for a long time. I’ve been passively… yknow. Not actively. I haven’t had the energy to respond to anything on most days, I’m sorry for that :(

All of this was just the breaking point, really.

Thank you for reading. I know most people won’t, but I appreciate those who do. I won’t blame the rest of you if you all decide to leave as well, I understand that. I never made the blog for other people, I made it for myself. This whole thing will serve as a reminder that there are more important things than online spaces. Can’t get therapy because I’m broke, but I can enjoy the few things I still can… even if I’m reminded of what I’ve lost. I don’t think I’ll really be here anymore, but I will be okay.

[saras-almanac]

Gonna fuck around and write a season 8 rewrite that actually develops everything we thought they were going to focus on… cause the wasted potential is actually killing me…

[shitouttabuck]

hi it’s the one year anniversary of me posting my first ever fic ???

idk this is not strictly sappy bc it’s been a long sad year but like. this time last year i was maybe the most miserable i’ve ever been and hadn’t talked to my mother in five months and stopped going in to college. and then exactly one year ago i took the train from norwich to edinburgh and listened to matilda on loop for five hours and then got home and watched 6x04 and cried and stayed up all night writing you can start a family who will always show you love and then got a train to manchester to stay with my little queer chosen family for a couple days. and on the train i cried some more reading all the lovely comments people had left

and i didn’t properly climb into tumblr fandom until this february and didn’t write anything else until april. and i am still so fucking lonely most days i don’t know what to do with it and i still don’t know how to exist around my mum and i don’t really know how to get out of where i am

but oh man having this little corner of the internet and knowing all of you has made that horrible black hole feeling in my chest just that much smaller and i love u guys so unbelievably much for it like!!!! i love u i love u i love u the loneliness and the sadness and the lostness is all bearable these days and i don’t think it would be without This u know! without u! without being able to write about it lmao! <3333

[createandconstruct]

Sigh…