#i did not reread this so you get what you get

[one-green-frog]

Hi!

Can I request a yandere platonic batfam with a willing readers like your most recent fics who is a total bookworm

Like imagine a male or gn version of belle from beauty and the beast

And they see that they’re getting a bit bored so they show them the library

Lost In Pages

Platonic yandere batfam x bookworm m!reader

The Wayne Manor had quickly become your new home, surrounded by loved ones that practically begged to take care of you. It became your new safe space, where nothing bad could happen. Not to mention that the manor was huge! It was so spacious that nearly every corner could be your little " private reading space. Book in hand an blanket wrapped around you as you flipped page after page, enjoying the story. Or well you used to.

As of late you just lost motivation, not because the book was bad, it really wasn't, but there are only so many times you cam reread it before it becomes simply too repetitive. You could always ask one of them to buy you a new book, but you didn't want to use them, doesn't matter that they are billionaires.

Your demeanor didn't get unnoticed by anyone. They always notice. And they are quick to figure out what's wrong too. Of course they saw that you were staring at the book in your lap with disinterest, heavy sigh leaving your lips.

Dick approached you, charming smile on his lip "You know that we have a library, like a huge one? Why don't we go down there?"

Oh, apparently every rich person had a private library. To say you practically stormed down there was an understatement. No one had mention this secret library before, of course you would be excited to go there.

Throwing the door open you saw heaven. Rows upon rows, farther than you could see, filled with books. And the decor! This was probably the most expensive and most beautiful library you have ever seen.

Now your days were filled with hour long reading sessions here, enjoying every single new story that came before your eyes.

And the others were happy too. They may have forgotten to show you the library before, figuring that during the tour of the manor someone mentioned it, but that's in the past now.

Dick, while not the biggest book fan, would take up some of the shorter novels you read. Something to connect to. But usually he'd just sit next to you, as you read, having you lean against him. It made him feel so close to you, so connected, that he was still a part of your routine. You too were happy to have him by your side, Dick is amazingly warm, and comfy to lean on and even while you were immersed in your book you still enjoyed the company. Dick loved being so close to you, being able to constantly have you in his arms. It made his pride grow, you were so comfortable with him that you spent you special time with him. As a big brother he strived that all of his siblings could trust him and the fact that you so openly showed it made him

Jason was probably your favorite. Just like you he'd spent hours upon hours in this library. He was part of your own little book club, where you would spend all your time discussing every book you read, what the author was implying or how certain character actions are metaphors. It was fantastic. The library brought you closer than anything else ever could, it was the place where you two could meet and no one would dare disrupt you too. Alfred hardly came by, only dropping off hot tea each time, he knew you two would be to focused on the conversation, but he still did not want to interrupt. Jason loved being able to connect with you like no other, it means that in some way he is special, he is better, that he was allowed to stay by your side, since no one else could understand you like he did.

While Tim couldn't be called a book lover, he did rea dsome sort of detective novels. For him it was always easy figuring out who the perpetrator was, but he still liked reading them since it was like a downtime for his brain. Tim would recommend you a few books he read, giving you clues, helping you figure out the killer, teaching you the ways of a detective. It was fun, sharing ideas and motives, trying to figure everything out before the book ends and Tim always seemed to know everything, like a walking search engine. You picked up quite a few "detective skills" and the books seemed to get easier to decipher. Tim loved being able to ramble about the story of the book, finally someone who would just listen. That's what makes you so special, that's why he needed you by his side.

Duke was your average guy. Someone who read classic but other than that he didn't really show an interest for books. Sitting down for hours just reading seemed to normal for him, just a bit boring in his opinion. Not that he means your hobby is boring, no, everything about you is perfect just the way it is. Duke usually laid in your bed while you walked around the room explaining a plot twist in the book your currently reading. You would excitedly talk and talk, never once stopping because you knew he was listening, just listening, taking in every word you said, and he would never try to stop you. No, this was your time and he'd make sure you enjoyed every single minute of it. He loved watching you get excited, the way your eyes lit up made his heartbeat quicken. His eyes were just totally fixated on you, the center of his world.

Then there is Damian. Even as a young boy he was well versed in many types of literature, though his favorite form was poems. He talked about different poets, different ways the poems could be interpreted, the raw emotions, the dedication they showed. Oftentimes he even wrote some poems himself, dedicated to you. Other times he would share his favorites with you. Damian enjoyed having a person to share his interests in. The way you wouldn't just brush him off. Wouldn’t just look past him. He loved that you could think for yourself, interpret the meaning of each poem, appreciate the beauty of a masterpiece. Finally spending time with someone that knew more than just the basics. Conversing for hours about how different factors changed the way a poet wrote. Damian truly appreciated that the manor was now home to such a lovingly dedicated person that appreciate all different kinds of literature.

And Bruce? He was the one that made everything happen in secret. He watched happily as his family was brought together by you, listened as conversation were held for hours with no fight. If it meant buying every book he could get his hands on, then so be it, sometimes even buying doubles just so you could keep one in your room. Money certainly wasn't an issue for him and making you happy means making the family happy. Unlike the other he would not directly engage with you, no, he would simply stand by the doorway and watch. Watch as his children, his family enjoyed their time. You gave all of them a sense of normalcy, a saving grace, someone to cling to in their dark times. He watched as something ad simply as reading could save his family.

Taglist: @lilyalone

Thank you so much for requesting!

[revelboo]

When I tell you your metroplex fic had me in tears I ain’t lying- it’s so beautifully written like oh my god my heart felt like it was being squeezed- may I please request more of this beautiful city giant?

(Also loving the knockout and rumble ones so so much too! Yes I did reread the knockout-)

Once again, you’re an amazing writer but please tell me you do take breaks, I have never seen someone pop out so many updates on so many different five as fast as you do.

-✨💜💫

Sure! I turn off Tumblr notifications when I’m working so I don’t get distracted. That counts as a break, right?

Defenders Wave 2 is showing up on EBay and AliExpress this morning… tiny Wheeljack tiny Wheeljack tiny Wheeljack (and three versions of Star)

I Can Feel You Pt 19

Metroplex x Reader

• Helping Scamper stack packages of nonperishable food and water, it’s peaceful listening to the steady thrum of Metroplex’s spark. Getting used to the new rhythm of your life, exploring Metroplex’s interior with the drones and making notes with his guidance on future repairs that are too much for his own self repair systems. Beside you the drone goes suddenly still, head turning to stare. See the other two do the same thing from the corner of your eye, not openly hostile, but alert. Turning, you lay a hand on Scamper’s arm and smile when you spot Ratchet, the medic peering up at Metroplex’s exposed spark and you wonder if it’s weird to him. Uncomfortable to be down here inside the Titan. From what you understand, seeing another’s spark is intimate, the ultimate act of trust and love. And Metroplex had created your home under the glow of his. “Hey, doc,” you say and he tears his optics away to find you.

• “I thought you might be down here when Hound said no one’s seen you in weeks,” Ratchet says, voice gruff as he gives you a once over that leaves Metroplex oddly off balance. Shifting Scamper between you and the medic, he knows Ratchet isn’t a threat. He’d helped him, listened to you. Eventually, anyway. But something about him being here sets Metroplex on edge. This is your space. Your home. Nestled safe near his spark. “Humans need sunlight. Fresh air,” the medic continues, frowning like he’s been neglecting you.

• “I’m fine,” you counter. Because you’re happy. It’s not like you being held against your will. You can leave Metroplex’s interior whenever you want. But why would you want to? Need to be here in case Metroplex needs you. Reaching out to hook your arms around one of Scamper’s arms, you lay your cheek against the drone. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

• Relaxing some when you tuck yourself against his drone’s side, Metroplex watches Ratchet look up at his spark again. “I don’t know what being down here might do to you.” Like being so close to his spark is dangerous. Knows that he doesn’t know much about humans, organics, but how can being here harm you? He’d never hurt you. “If I could just run some scans-” Ratchet begins and you shake your head, frowning. Immediately resisting Ratchet’s request and your unease shivers through him. Why don’t you want to be scanned? Knows the medic wouldn’t ask unless he suspected something was wrong.

• Nothing’s wrong. So why try to find a problem? Feeling Scamper’s arm curl loosely around you, some of your tension eases. “Let him scan,” Metroplex murmurs against your temple through the drone and you frown up at him. There’s no denying the request, though. Not when it comes from him. Eyes drawn up toward his spark, you feel that know familiar aching pull. Feel it wherever you explore away from this place, a need to be right here. To be close to his spark. Aching to reach toward that warmth and light that’s out of reach. Needing it more and more every day.

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[hgfictionwriter]

Revelations: Part Five

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Tensions and emotion have been building for weeks and weeks. You're still trying to reconcile what your relationship - and your future - was, and what it is now. Everything comes to a head.

Warnings: Angst. Mention of masturbation and sex. Language.

A/N: Rest of the series can be found here.

"How's my beautiful girl? I can't wait to see how gorgeous you'll look."

You sighed inwardly as you read Jessie's text as you and your friends waited. You were wedding dress shopping today and this was your first booking of the day.

Jessie's text sparked a smile, however it was brief as your eye was drawn to the prior messages from the other day.

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"Hey, I know it's [y/friend's] birthday dinner on Friday and the reservation is at 6:00. Do you know if we're all starting right away or do you think there'll be drinks first and then dinner later?"

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Well, it's just that Zoie starts swimming Friday and her class starts at 5:30. I'm just trying to sort out how I might be able to do both."

"Babe?"

"I don't have to go to her class. It's totally fine. There'll be others."

"It's fine Jess. Just show up when you can."

"No, it's okay. They probably won't even do much day one. I'll go to the next one."

"Jess. Go to Zoie's class. She'd want you there."

"You sure? It's not too, too far from where you guys are meeting. So I shouldn't be overly late. I'll bring [y/friend] a bottle of her favourite wine."

"All good. We'll be happy to see you whenever you get there."

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You sighed again as you finished rereading. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard and you found it difficult to muster up the energy to respond. You did though.

"You know you're not supposed to see the wedding dress until the actually wedding, right? lol"

You name was called and your head snapped up and a polite smile crossed your face as you stood. You tucked your phone away and your friends ushered you along after the consultant.

"It says here you have a December wedding," the consultant remarked as she turned to you with a warm smile while you walked.

"Oh, yeah," you answered tepidly, somehow caught off guard by the comment.

"Winter weddings are nice! And we don't get quite as many of those," she commented lightly as she continued to lead you and your friends to the room at the back.

"Oh. My fiancée is a footballer, so we scheduled it during her off season."

"Very nice," she said. "Now, what kind of a style were you thinking for your dress?" She asked as you reached your destination and she turned to you with clasped hands awaiting your response.

Your mind went eerily blank. You'd envisioned a dress, or at least a couple, several times before. You'd pictured Jessie standing at the end of the aisle, tears in her eyes as she watched you walk down the aisle. You'd pictured how tenderly she'd hold your hands as you said your vows. You'd pictured her slipping the band on your finger. The kiss.

But right now you just felt tired and you mind slowly churned as it tried to conjure up a vision.

You blushed in embarrassment. "Um, I don't really know. Whatever looks good, I guess," you said with a laugh you hoped didn't sound too forced.

Your friends immediately jumped in with ideas and for that were you thankful.

Soon you were offered option after option after option. One dress held up after another, each awaiting your approval or disapproval, everyone watching you closely. You could feel your nerves starting to fray as this whole exercise began to overwhelm you.

Eventually, to put a stop to the carousel of dresses, you picked the one that actually stayed in your mind throughout the barrage of options. Everyone chattered excitedly as the dress was retrieved and the consultant opened the lush curtains to the fitting room.

You stepped in and she began to prepare some things for you. Subconsciously you retrieved your phone, looking for some kind of distraction and reprieve from the way your heart was beating loud in your chest.

You opened Instagram mindlessly and the first story on your feed was one Sara posted.

You hadn't wanted to add her. But she extended an invite, and, well, Jessie had her now too, so you might as well be in than out.

You vaguely noted the consultant talking to you over her shoulder, but you were more focused on the clip of Jessie and Zoie kicking a soccer ball back and forth at the park, laughing and running together. The caption, "She wants to be just like her mama" sent a searing pain through your chest.

"Okay, you're all set."

"Hm?" You asked blankly as you looked up from your phone to the woman. Your eyes darted between her and the dress and you plastered a smile on your face. "Oh, great. Thank you."

"Don't worry much about fit right now. It's probably going to feel bulky and not quite right, but that's all stuff we tailor and sort out as part of the alterations. Now, do you want to call one of your friends in to help with the dress?"

"Oh, yeah," you said as you shook your head out with another practiced smile while you tried to stay present.

Your friend helped you step into the dress and you even managed to have a laugh during the whole process as she zipped you up. A soft smile was still on your face as she turned you towards the full-length mirrors. She rested her hands on your shoulders as she took you in, a smile of awe on her face.

You looked at your reflection as you stood there in what could be your wedding dress. You were smiling in the mirror, a smile of yours that had become second nature the past few months and one that you were oh so sick of. This image before you - you smiling in this gorgeous gown, a vision of you at the alter - it felt distant and foreign. You didn't recognize this person.

"You look stunning. What do you think?" Your friend asked. You smiled further.

"I like it," you lied.

As she unzipped you later, you purposefully made a request that drew her away and left you to stand there quietly in front of the mirror alone as you held up the dress with one hand.

This should've been a joyous moment. Instead, you felt like you were mourning a future that never came to be.

That image of Jessie laughing and running around with Zoie - knowing that it was Sara watching on, not you - flashed through your mind.

There were two parallel worlds happening. Jessie your fiancée. Jessie, doting parent to a daughter that wasn't yours, dedicated co-parent and partner to someone who wasn't you.

You stared at yourself for a few moments before your eyes began to sting and your lip trembled. You immediately turned away and took a deep, shuddering breath.

You had a choice to make. Or rather, whether you liked it or not, it felt like the choice had been made for you.

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You heard Jessie's key slide into the lock and the bolt turn before the door opened. Her voice carried down the hall as you heard her taking off her shoes, bags rustling in hand.

"Hey, you didn't get back to me, so I just picked up some stuff for stir fry. Is that okay?"

You didn't reply.

Instead, you remained seated at the kitchen table, shoulders slack and body listless as you stared vacantly at the shining diamond ring you'd set in the middle of the table. This ring that she'd bought and given to you with love, with promise, intent and dreams.

You absently rubbed your ring finger that now felt naked. In the grand scheme of things, the ring hadn't been on your finger for all that long, but you felt something akin to phantom sensations despite it.

"Oh, there you are. Are you-"

Jessie's words died off as did her steps as she came to a stop a couple of feet from you. You didn't have to look up to know her eyes were fixed on the ring as well.

You room was heavy with silence before you finally forced yourself to look up at her. You could feel tears forming behind your eyes already. Her gaze shifted from the ring to you and you immediately noticed the shimmering of her eyes.

She visibly swallowed and when she spoke her voice trembled just so despite the faint smile she tried to force. "Hey, what's going on?"

You inhaled as you shifted in your seat to face her. You went to speak, but your throat constricted with impending emotion and your lip began to quiver as tears threatened to fall.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say as you looked up at her. She dropped your gaze, eyes shifting to the floor and you noted how her hands balled tightly into fists as she tried to control her emotions. Her eyes remained transfixed on the floor and you repeated yourself, your voice wavering this time. "I'm sorry, Jess."

She didn't say anything right away and you were about to speak when a tear fell from her, catching the light from the room before it hit the ground.

She looked up at you, eyes brimming with tears and looking so crestfallen. Her cheeks were flushed red; you reflected idly on how there was a time when you'd have inspired that in her as a blush, now here you were breaking her heart.

Your shoulders shook as your own tears began to overtake you. You sniffled and began to speak, feeling the need to explain and to fill this aching silence.

"It's not that I don't love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone. You're everything I could ever want," your voice rose in pitch as your vocal cords strained. "But I just feel like every day - at one point or another - my heart is getting broken over and over again. I thought I'd be able to fix things. To just get over things. But I haven't. And I'm just starting to feel numb. I-I just don't know what to do anymore."

Jessie's breathing hitched as she began to muster a response, but you forged on feeling like if you didn't say everything you needed to now, you'd just fall back into her arms and that's where you'd stay.

"You have a new life. A new family-" You saw her ready to interject and you cut her off "-it's true, Jess. I know I'm your family, too. But so is Zoie. And Sara. I know you try to dismiss your connection with her, but you are tied to her forever. And I know you don't want to give her precedence over me, but reality is, she's the mother of your child and always will be. You need to put Zoie first, and by proxy, at times Sara - and I can't fault you for that. Your duty and your dedication to your loved ones is one of the many things about you I fell in love with," you forced a laugh as tears fell. You looked at her sadly.

"You gained a family. And I feel like I lost one. It's no one's fault. Maybe that's what makes it so hard." You took a shaky breath. "I think I would've handled this better if I'd come in knowing you had this. But for it to come up the way it has...it's turned everything upside down for me and I just don't know how to right it. I wish I did," you said remorsefully as you dropped her gaze and blinked through more tears. Your hands shook as you wrung them before looking up at her.

"I just don’t feel like I fit anymore. I’ve been trying. I want nothing more than a future with you, but it just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Jessie had been crying quietly as she listened to you speak. Her face was red, her cheeks tear-stained as her chest hitched now and then with unsteady breaths.

Surprise flooded your system and she knelt in front of you. Here she was, on bended knee, taking your hands in hers, sorrow in her eyes and such a contrast from when she knelt before you in much the same way many months before, except that time with unhindered hope and love as she asked you to be hers forever.

“Please don’t do this. I know it’s hard right now. But we can find a way. It’ll get better. And easier. I promise," Jessie beseeched as she looked up at you from her position on the floor.

You didn't know what to say. There wasn't really anything to say. So you just smiled apologetically, hoping she could see how much this was breaking your heart as well.

Jessie searched your eyes and you saw her expression fall furthermore as she cried anew. She clutched your hands as quiet sobs began to take her.

“I’m so sorry. For everything. I never wanted this to happen," she said through her cries. It tore you apart seeing her like this, but in some bizarre way it actually affirmed your decision. You squeezed her hands, caressing the back of them tenderly with your thumbs.

“I know, baby. But I guess this is just how life is. Things can be unexpected. And they don’t always go the way you planned. And this is exactly why this won’t work. You shouldn’t have to feel sorry. You shouldn’t have to apologize. You have a gorgeous, sweet little girl. And there’s nothing wrong with that. At all. She deserves all of you and you shouldn't have to choose. And I know I'm the one who's been forcing you to."

You paused, trying to gather your composure, but your voice was still taut as you spoke.

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish. But I also know I'd never forgive myself if Zoie got even the slightest sense that any of this...strife, or difficulty, was because of her. She doesn't deserve that and it's certainly not her fault."

Jessie looked ready to protest. You forged on.

"I truly wish the best for you and for Zoie. And even Sara," you added with a watery laugh before you sniffled. "I know it hasn't been easy navigating things, Jess. I know how hard you tried. And it meant so much that you tried." You let out a brief sob. "Thank you for loving me." Jessie's face collapsed in tears as you said that and she reached up to cup your cheek. You couldn't resist leaning into her touch, but you had to finish what you had to say.

"I stopped wishing that I had gotten to you first. Then you'd be mine, and we could have our old life, or God, that it would be our child we're raising. But even that didn't feel good, because then Zoie wouldn't exist. And that's not right. She's added so much light and love to your life, to your family's - and despite the complications, mine too. I just can't embrace everything the way you have. I can't let go of what I wanted."

You took a shaky breath.

"To be honest - I just don't like who I am right now. How I've been feeling. What I'm bringing to our relationship. So," your features screwed up as you tried to put on a brave face, "it's time for me to go."

Jessie shook her head with a pained expression.

"No, you don't have to. Babe, please," she pleaded as more tears fell, "we can figure this out. I know you feel like you don't fit anymore, but you really do. What can I do to help you see that?" You let her question hang and she stared at you expectantly. She tried to smile, but it flickered with the heartache she was feeling. "We belong together. We love each other."

She said it with such finality it almost convinced you that it was enough.

You looked at her with the first real smile in what felt like so long. You were crying through it, but it was real.

"You deserve so much happiness," you said.

Jessie searched your eyes as she absorbed your words. A sob escaped her and she looked down. A moment passed and she leant her head down and kissed your hand, her lips lingering on your skin for several seconds before she pulled back.

She swallowed visibly as she brought her other hand to yours now as well, clasping yours in both of hers. Her eyes were still trained down as she nodded once. A beat passed and she looked up at you, brown eyes glistening and mournful, but somehow still full of love. She nodded once more as she gave you as brave a smile as she could, no matter how heartbroken she was.

"You deserve all the happiness in the world, too," she whispered, voice breaking.

She rose up higher onto her knees and you both met in a soft, tight embrace. Cries wracked your body and hers as you clung onto one another. You inhaled her scent, eyes closing as you willed yourself to remember it; to remember the feel of her hair, the sound and feel of her breath, the feel of her body against yours - you engrained it all.

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Sometimes, when a relationship ends, you don't know how the other person will be. Someone who you felt you knew so well can become a stranger overnight. But, that wasn't the case with Jessie.

She was gracious and loving despite the breakup. So much so that sometimes you had to remind her - as painful as it was - that you didn't belong to each other anymore.

"Hey, I'll be home late night. Midfielders are doing some extra technical work this afternoon. I'll text you when I'm done though. I could bring you home dinner or something though?" She'd asked hopefully one time as you both readied for the day.

"That's sweet of you to offer, but it's okay. And it's considerate, but you don't need to keep me apprised of your day. You don't owe me that," you gently reminded her. She gave you a tight, pained smile as she nodded her acceptance.

"Right," she said with a weak laugh. "Well. I guess I'll see you later, then. Um. Have a good day."

The few weeks until you could take possession of a new apartment had been awkward and delicate. You offered to move in with a friend in the interim, but Jessie had convinced you not to. Well, she wasn't wrong that living out of a suitcase for that long would be unnecessarily annoying, and there was certainly no point in moving all of your things twice. So, you'd stayed, with Jessie insisting on relegating herself to an air mattress in the living room. You'd argued with her, but she'd dug her heels in.

The days went by slowly, and at the same time, your move in date grew steadily closer and the pit in your stomach grew just the same. You'd had cold feet several times, but knew it was just some misguided part of you looking for the easy path and short-term pay-off.

It was hard to not have doubts when - despite everything - you and Jessie still got along so well. While it was undeniably hard to be in the same room as her and not be with her, it was still easy in a way. When you allowed yourself, you could chat about your days, even laugh.

What caused the most confusion was probably the fact that you didn't know how to be Jessie's friend. Even when you and her had been just friends at the beginning - a lifetime ago now - there was always something underlying. You had chemistry from the get-go and it was near impossible to deny.

And now, after everything, how could you possibly pretend to just be friends. How could you pretend you weren't in love with her? How could you pretend that this woman sitting a couple feet from you on the couch didn't preoccupy your every thought and could make or break you with her words.

Hell, that not only did she own your heart and mind, but your body, too. That as you laid there lonely in this bed you used to share, that your hand strayed as memories flooded your senses. Of all those nights, mornings, stolen moments, where she made love to you so passionately and desperately. The feeling so intimate and tender, like you were the only person on this earth with her and you the only one who could give her what she needed while she was the only one who could make you whole.

And with the way she looked at you - sometimes unabashed, sometimes fleeting - how could you pretend that she didn't feel the same way?

During moments of weakness, it seemed a silly thing to fight. In a world as dark and lonely as this one could be, why would you leave someone you loved and who loved you back?

But when Jessie spent nights coordinating things with Sara and then went out with her and Zoie on others, you remembered.

The day came when you took possession of your new apartment. You'd initially resisted her offer to help you move, but your resolve weakened and failed.

She'd worn a bright smile all day as she cheerfully tackled every task. You knew her well though; she was trying far too hard.

She helped you arrange furniture, move boxes around, check all the fixtures in the new place, the list went on. Even after you'd dismissed your friends, she'd insisted on sticking around and began helping you unpack.

Her eager assistance carried on into the night. Each time she finished one task, she readily started on another and good-naturedly dismissed your offers to let her stop.

As she chatted fast and constant throughout the night, hitting any and every topic she could, you saw this woman before you - the woman you well and truly loved - making every excuse to not leave. And truthfully, you were happy to delay the inevitable goodbye.

So for now, you both knew what she was doing, but neither of you vocalized it.

You eventually checked your phone. 12:30 am.

"Okay, so I was thinking of unpacking your books over here for now. I saw this really nice bookcase online the other day - I can get it for you over the weekend if you like. I think it could go really well over here. And-"

"Jess."

Her movements stilled and the room grew silent and heavy. She slowly turned to face you and you could see her thinly veiled trepidation.

You offered her a regretful smile as you fought back emotions and grief that began to bubble up inside of you.

"You should go...," you said gently.

She held your gaze for several moments, seemingly teetering on the edge of whether to protest or not. She nodded sadly and forced a smile that faltered as her eyes began to fill with tears.

She forced a laugh as she closed the space between you.

"It's a nice place. Could use some colour, but I know you'll take care of that," she said as she scratched nervously at the back of her neck and gave another weak laugh.

"Thanks for all of your help. Truly," you said.

Her eyes brimmed with tears and her mouth quivered faintly. "Anytime," she said, voice thick with emotion.

She stared at you a moment longer before exhaling, puffing out her cheeks before trying to choke back tears. "I know we're not together. But," she paused, debating her words, "I really do love you. I know you can't make any promises, but, if you're open to it I want you in my life." A quiet sob veiled as a laugh escaped her. "I don't know what my life looks like without you."

"I love you, too, Jessie," you said. You couldn't lie about that.

She embraced you and you held each other tightly in a lingering, tearful hug. Neither of you wanted to be the first to let go.

You eventually conceded and gingerly, regretfully, extracted yourself from her arms. Her fingers lingered as long as she could let them before you stepped back.

You gave her a watery smile.

"Take care of yourself, Jessie."

The statement seemed to wound her, but she covered it up with a tight smile.

"You too."

As you stood before her, a brief recollection came to you of a time long past; your first date. Even then, you knew with absolutely certainty you were going to see her again. As soon as possible if you could help it.

For the first time since the beginning, you didn't know if or when you'd see her again.

You gave her another quick hug, yet again committing her and everything about her to memory.

"I'll see you," you said softly as you hugged her. "And we'll talk soon. Good night, Jess."

Her cheek brushed against yours as she slowly pulled back. Her eyes shone with fresh tears. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it, offering you a renewed smile instead.

"Good night, Y/N."

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A/N: I did say that things would get a lot rougher before they got better. Let me know your thoughts.

Tag requests: @marvelwomen-simp @valuyhh

[blood-orange-juice]

@a-yarn-of-purple-prose occasionally points out how Chinese players see a lot of Genshin plots differently from us and I feel like it needs to be written down.

(I'm mostly the messenger/humble scribe for this post but you can shoot me anyway)

Hoyo love hinting at well-known tropes rather than spelling them out, so if you haven't watched enough silly martial arts fantasy movies you'll misinterpret them.

For example, Kaeya and Diluc's fight seems like a random outburst of emotion to us.

Meanwhile, Mondstadt is a bunch of wuxia tropes in a European setting. Kaeya being adopted into a family tied to the Knights of Favonius is treated closer to the trope of being accepted into a martial arts clan than to modern western adoption or even medieval tradition of taking a ward.

Because, well, knights.

In that type of story if a pupil disagrees with his elders and wants to leave they are supposed to fight a teacher or an older pupil. As I understand it, it's not a rule, more like a symbolic expression of personal truth and resolve.

They are free to leave if they win but if the battle ends up in a tie or a distraction appears it means something is wrong with their personal truth. This is usually followed by a journey or an investigation to uncover the missing piece of the puzzle.

(which was exactly what happened. and Diluc did find something, we just don't know what)

This means that Kaeya didn't get his Vision for self-defense or as an expression of an inner conflict between his past and his current attachments. The whole reason he needed a Vision was to say "you are wrong, we are fellow knights" (or perhaps even family, although he doesn't call Diluc his brother, so I doubt that).

Personally, I find it much deeper.

As a funny twist, as I understand it, it also makes him the older one. Doesn't matter what age he is, he has accepted the role of an older brother/knight. The responsible one.

This also means these two don't need to reconcile, they already have (when Diluc learned whatever it is that he's learned, came home and took back his Vision). It's just a different relationship now.

upd: Rereading Kaeya's Vision story and perhaps it's not exactly like that, the story does frame it as him finding personal truth.

It's like they both wanted to leave but that duel somehow freed and bound them both.

also no one is in the older role in this case.

[shatterthefragments]

Thank you 🫂💖

Last song: euphoria by Polyphia 😌

Favourite colour: blues and yellow ochre

Last book: what they always tell us by Martin Wilson (and I’ll reread it AGAIN!)

Last movie: I’m. It may still be monkey man or love lies bleeding from last year? …no actually we did a watch of everything everywhere all at once over the summer I think (where I sobbed the whole time 😘 love, from: your local undiagnosed white passing wasian Chinese American queer disappointment child who relates to easily to everything (everywhere all at once) but!!! One of my coworkers recommended Flow and it had cats so. Might have to try to make it out to see it!

Last TV show: I think it was when my sister and I watched black sails… 2023? Otherwise possibly leverage?

Looking forward to: SO MANY THINGS!!! I intentionally give myself lots to look forward to 😌 Apocalyptica pre birthday in GOOD SEATS! (Even if I did buy two and have an extra ticket now…maybe I’ll see if one of my friends from college wants to go. They’re a big (small) concert person and we haven’t seen each other in years) TPIY with @branches-in-a-flood ! Tattoo with @ongreenergrasses ! Fancy hot chocolate! Daughtry/nothing more/disturbed and then Spiritbox with @vessels-two-front-teeth and @elkkiel ! MCR with one of my best friends from college! Stardew orchestra performance! Linkin park with some coworkers! Lots of little art projects I have piled on to do! Hopefully starting semi regularly at a ceramics studio! (Or at least a workshop every few months!) hopefully starting the first steps to get back into kickboxing(?) (but at a lower intensity so I can still mask while doing so). Hopefully getting my room more into a functional space that I can work along the desire paths of where I always put stuff! (Hopefully starting the phone calls necessary to maybe get on T for a short bit and to get on the top surgery wait list?)

Sweet/spicy/savoury? ✨yes✨ (preferably a little thing of each :))

Current obsession: sleep token, however. I am also. You know how fixations sometimes come and go and recur a LOT. Well. Guess who remembered the term “MOTIF” and uhhhhhh. So anyway I’m turning Motifs over in my head and it kinda sounds better that “ah yes that’s a motif in my life” rather than “AGAIN??? AGAIN?&?!” Also I fixate a lot on words and phrases so. Sometimes those.

Last search: a month to find a picture of my current Events Board to see if I was forgetting anything I was looking forward to. On Internet? I was using Firefox focus so. I. Cannot go back to check what it was… OH. I was looking up hotels for a night bc I’d love to see Marcin HOWEVER. Despite $35 for show ticket. So far. $340 is the cheapest hotel room of the nearby one that I usually like to go to. For a hostel style shared bathroom situation I could get a much cheaper room. But it’s much farther away from the venue. And $160. I mean. The single bed is at least in a private bedroom. Itty bitty of course but. Private. And the htrmmm. It’s just. I barely know Marcin but know I’d love him based on the one song and what I know of him. But also. That’s a lot of money especially when I’m headed out a few times that month anyway. So. Most likely I’ll procrastinate and not buy a ticket and it’ll sell out and it’ll be out of my hands anyway and what will be will be 🤷🏻‍♂️

Ten people I'd like to know better .⋆˙✮ ˎˊ˗

Thank you so much for the tag @spocksmalewife! 🤘🔥

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Favourite colour: Teal! Petrol blue! Cyan! Turquoise! (tho any shade from green to blue will do) 💚💙

Last book: Principles of Two-Dimensional Design by Wucius Wong (i'm not big on novels lol)

Last movie: Maratonci trče počasni krug (1982) if we're not counting all the Netflix brainrot (and if we are... The Secret Life of Pets 2 💀)

Last TV show: Lexx (but... once again... if we're counting Netflix brainrot... Good Witch 💀💀💀)

Sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet is my weakness ;_;

Current obsession: anything Cracknation related

Last thing I searched online: cd emoji

Looking forward to: next Liburnicon (tho kinda dreading it at the same time) and hopefully seeing DAF in April!

Tags (but no pressure!): @acousticcancer @jar-jar-ate @v4mp1res3verywhere @flashbic @casekt @fallziell @suspiriasuspense @knaveofpentacles @fiul-risipit @athenawilcox and any other mutuals who might feel like it!

[minorlyatfault]

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐆𝐎, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎? 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒, 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄? 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑? t. drake x fem!detective! reader.

𝓢ynposis: having cracked a tough case, you & tim finally have a chance to relax. what began as competition turned into a collaboration between two teenage detectives▰& something more

𝓦arnings: grammatical errors. ooc. tim pulls a ravi singh. tim & reader pulls a percabeth if you squint.(& if you've read the books.)

𝓝otes:

001. first tim drake x reader work YAYAYA

002. tim drake x female!detective!reader is growing on me..

003. mmiiiiiiiggghhhhhhhttttt start writing 4 m. townsend next.

004. can you guys tell that i've been rereading the naturals & agggtm..

005. i can't decide ondea wriryingstyle im gonnakms

006. after two months of being locked up in my drafts, she's free.

the case had taken a long time, the clues lying in disorder & misleading, but you & tim had finally solved it. the city outside your apartment window was silent now, the case closed, leaving you with an odd sense of relief.

you were both spread out on your couch in your apartment. tension had slipped from your shoulders, & being in the same room with him, no longer searching for answers but just laying, was comforting.

"so," tim said, his voice deflating the quiet(but relaxing) tension, "can't believe that one case put us together like this."

you glanced over at him with a smile, resting back on the couch. "yeah, it's hilarious when you think about it. but seriously, i don't know if i would ever want to do this with anyone else."

tim smiled, his normal reserved self relaxing, letting his guard down as he glances at you.

he looked down at the file in his hand, snapping it shut with a sense of finality that was strangely pleasing. "i'll say this, i didn't think you'd be this good at that," he said, grinning but also sincere. "i figured i'd have to drag you out of the case mid-way."

you arched an eyebrow, smiling at him. "you actually thought i'd let you do all the fun by yourself?"

"no way." tim relaxed against the back of the seat, folding his arms across the top of his head, his relaxed attitude radiating ease. "i just didn't expect you to get it so quickly. you had to see your face when you solved the last clue. it was as if you broke a code no one else could crack."

you brushed it off, glancing up at the ceiling, not wanting the compliment to sink too deeply. "what can i say? i'm a professional."

tim laughed, a low, pleased sound. "you are a professional."

you let the compliment go, your heart fluttering slightly. but before you could say anything else, tim sat up, grabbing the file once more. his tone was light, teasing. "nice work, sarge."

you blinked. sarge? you paused for a moment, the cheeky grin on your face morphing into a chuckle. "did you just quote a line from a good girl's guide to murder?"

tim looked at you, a flash of something in his eyes▰guilt? he didn't respond immediately, but the edge of his mouth quivered. "maybe."

"maybe?" you raised an eyebrow, your eyes narrowing in (playfully) suspicious consideration. "that sounded definitely like ravi's line. don't try to fool anyone, tim drake."

he rolled his eyes, though the smile curving at the edges of his lips gave him away. "okay. so you caught me. but i did think the line was funny."

"i find it cute the way you can recall things like that," you teased, your eyes sparkling playfully.

"yeah, well," tim replied, his tone slightly softer, "you did drill it into me for weeks when we had just started dating."

you felt your heart soften at the reminder. there were so many little moments you'd had, talking about YA mystery novels, allusions to books, to cases, to jokes. you & tim had gotten to know each other over time, at first, you two could not stand each other. tim thinking you were interrupting his work, & you thinking he's interrupting your work.

the atmosphere between you two changed then, becoming comfortable & more personal. you'd gotten to know him by this point, & he'd gotten to know you. but between you two still lingered that unmistakable fire▰one that both of you weren't quite willing to put out, at all.

"say, speaking of which," you said, standing up, "how about we go get a bath? we've been working nonstop for days now, & i'm fairly certain i could benefit from the relaxation."

tim went with your look towards the bathroom door. he softened his smile & nodded. "sounds good to me."

the bathroom had the scent of vanilla & cherry, your bath bomb you had slipped into the water releasing a soothing aroma into the air. you slipped into the warm water first, exhaling as the heat started to relax the tightness of your muscles. tim soon followed, slipping into the water next to you. the two of you had been in a relationship for some time now, so the initial awkwardness of bathing together was already forgotten.(compared from the first time you two took a bath together.)

"so," tim spoke after a moment of quiet, his tone low, "are we ever going to discuss the fact that we just cracked another case?"

you opened your eyes, looking over at him with a grin. "another case? tim, we've cracked like five or six in the past month. are you counting?"

he smiled softly, the sound familiar in the air between the two of you. "i guess i lost count."(no, he didn't. he's just giddy that he gets to crack another case with you.) but it feels different now, you know? not just the case, but▰well, everything."

you shifted your gaze to meet his, a gentle, silent comprehension passing between the two of you. "yeah, i know what you mean."

"i've been thinking a lot about how we ended up here," tim went on, speaking softly. "how this▰us▰ended up this way. & i never really thought i would feel. this way about anyone. heck▰if i shoo'd you away that time, i wouldn't be able to experience this. & you have no idea how glad i am that i didn't."

his words sent your heart racing, & you spun around to confront him fully, the space between you heavy now with something beyond the steam of the room.

“well, i'm glad you came to investigate the same case that time," you whispered, hardly above a murmur. "i don't think i'd be able to work cases with anyone else."

tim's eyes softened, his hand against yours in the water, a gentle touch that sent heat through your entire body.

"you know," you said, trying to keep the teasing out of your voice, "i think you owe me a couple of victory kisses for breaking that case."

tim's lips curled upward, a smirk spreading across his face. "victory kisses, huh?"

"yeah, victory kisses," you'd repeated with a smile. "you did say you'll give me some after we solve the case. alive.”

his eyes flashed dark for an instant, his teasing attitude changing into something more somber. "i think i can manage that," he whispered.

& then, suddenly, the second stretched between you two, your eyes locked, the stillness charged with tension, until finally, tim leaned in, his lips touching yours.

it wasn't hurried or rough, only soft▰slow. but when you kissed him a second time, it was deeper. the water that surrounded you was long forgotten, & the world outside your apartment died down. it was only you & him, wrapped up in each other's arms, everything else falling away.

when you broke apart at last, you both were breathing a bit harder, but neither of you broke eye contact. "you're good at this," you whispered.

tim grinned, his hand going to push a strand of hair behind your ear. "glad i'm not rusty."

"not even a little bit," you replied, your smile growing. "& now, i think i might just need another bath to wash off the rest of this case."

tim smiled, but his eyes stayed on you, gentle and happy. "i think that sounds like a good idea. & afterwards, i can help you dry off."

the bath was over, & you both emerged, towels wrapped around your bodies. tim leaned over & started drying your hair first, his fingers gently working through your wet locks.

when he was done, he held the towel out to you, his face warm. "your turn."

you smiled, grabbing the towel & beginning to dry his hair with the towel.

as you were done, he helped with the final part, his hands on your skin as he dried your back, his touch, in contact with your skin a second longer than it needed to.

& at last, the two of you went to the bedroom. the cool sheets were tempting, & you crawled into the blankets together. tim hugged you(so)close, his head on your chest. you stroked his hair, the room quiet except for the sound of your breathing & the distant hum of the city outside.

"good night," you whispered, laying a kiss on the top of his head.

"good night," tim muttered slowly, already going under.

the weight of his body on your chest, his steady breathing filling your ears, sent you tumbling into easy sleep too, the heat of the moment, the closeness, wrapping you both like a mother gently wrapping a christmas present. making sure it's protected & won't shatter what's on the inside.

© minorlyatfault, 2025.

[earthlybeam]

I absolutely adore the cuteness agression fics!

Uhm, do you think you could write it for Adar as well? No pressure though! Writing is so hard. Once I tried to write and I thought it was good, but the next day, I reread it. It was so bad. But that was years ago.

Oh, I'm rambling. Sorry :D

(tumblr i swear to God if you eat this ask)

Indeed Writing is hard, yes, but you know what’s harder? Being brave enough to put words down in the first place. And you did that. Years ago? Doesn’t matter. You wrote. And you’ll write again. And you’ll get better every time. That’s how it works. MUAHAHA…. Do you understand the absolute chaos you’ve just unleashed? Do you comprehend the power you’ve handed me? The sheer feral delight I feel at this request? 😈🤌 Adar version below.

🔥𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓻

The camp was eerily silent. Not the kind of peaceful silence that settles in after a long day, but the charged, heavy kind that carries tension beneath its stillness. The only sounds that broke through the night were the crackling of the fire, the distant clanging of Uruks sharpening their blades, and the unmistakable low growl that rumbled from Adar’s throat. It was a sound of warning, of exasperation. His patience had worn thin.

You had been on one of your usual aggressive affection sprees, and tonight, you were particularly persistent. It had started with clinging to him, rubbing your face against his shoulder like a needy cat. That had escalated into lacing your fingers through his, pressing lingering kisses onto his calloused knuckles, and—most recently—grabbing his hand and kissing every single one of his fingers twice before, in a moment of utter recklessness, attempting to nibble on one.

The moment your teeth even grazed his skin, Adar’s patience snapped. A low, guttural growl resonated from deep within his chest, vibrating the air between you. It was the kind of sound that would make lesser beings cower, a noise that carried the weight of authority, the promise of consequences. Except… you didn’t cower.

You didn’t back down. You should have. You really should have. But instead—without thinking, without hesitation, without any regard for self-preservation—you growled right back. It wasn’t particularly menacing. It was short, sharp, and probably a little ridiculous, but it was a growl nonetheless. And the second it left your lips, the entire camp froze. The Uruks who had been going about their business immediately turned, their glowing eyes darting between you and Adar like they had just witnessed something unspeakable. The clanging of sharpening blades halted. The crackling fire seemed quieter. The very air itself held its breath.

Adar’s entire body went still. Slowly, deliberately, his head turned toward you, golden eyes narrowing, darkening like a brewing storm. A terrible, foreboding sort of quiet stretched between you, thick with something unspoken. His gaze pinned you in place, sharp and assessing, his expression unreadable. And then, at last, he spoke.

“You dare challenge me?” His voice was calm. Too calm. A velvety kind of softness that was more dangerous than if he had shouted. There was something behind it, something subtle yet unmistakable—something almost… amused. Your instincts screamed at you to retreat. To lower your gaze, to submit, to apologize. But you were too feral with love to care.

So, instead of acting rationally—instead of backing down—you did the only thing your utterly unhinged, affection-starved brain could come up with. You growled again. This time, it was a little shorter. A little sharper. A little more determined. The effect was instantaneous. Adar’s lips twitched. The Uruks around you reacted like they had just witnessed a mortal challenge a god. Some subtly started backing away, as if preparing for the inevitable execution. One of them let out a strangled, barely audible sound of horror. The tension was suffocating.

And then… Adar laughed. A low, rich, and utterly rare sound that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine. It wasn’t cruel, nor was it mocking. It was something else entirely. Amused. Intrigued. As if you were some strange, adorable little creature that had just challenged a warg to a fight. His head tilted slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What are you, a kitten?” he scoffed, voice laced with something darkly affectionate. “It is like this—”

Before you could react, he growled again. But this time, it was different. Deeper. Lower. A sound that rumbled from his chest, vibrating through the very air, settling into your bones like distant thunder. It was the growl of a true predator. It was a display of dominance, of control, of something ancient and untamed. And it did something terrible to your brain.

Somewhere in the depths of your mind, a singular, unfiltered thought emerged. Oh. That was hot. Your body moved before logic could catch up. BONK! You slammed your forehead against his. Hard. Hard enough that his head slightly jerked back. The Uruks collectively gasped. One of them made a sound like he had just witnessed the heavens themselves being desecrated.

Adar blinked. Stunned. For three unbearably long seconds, there was nothing but silence. And then— “Hah.” A single, amused exhale. Adar’s blue eyes burned into yours, unreadable yet alight with something dangerous. His smirk was now fully formed, curved with dark amusement. “Hmph. You are relentless.” A rough, calloused hand slid to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair with a firm, possessive grip. Not harsh. Not punishing. Just assertive. A silent declaration that you belonged to him. His forehead pressed against yours once more, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dropping to a low, velvety whisper.

“But if you challenge me, little one—” His grip tightened ever so slightly, his tone both a promise and a warning. “You must be prepared to lose.” Your heart was hammering against your ribs. Your breath hitched. Was this a threat? A challenge? A warning? Or… was it an invitation? The Uruks, deciding they very much did not wish to witness whatever came next, wisely took that moment to leave.

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Another version

It started as an innocent moment. Adar was standing in the dim light of the campfire, speaking in low, authoritative tones to a group of Uruks. His expression was composed, cold, the way it often was when he discussed tactics or war. He was always so serious. So untouchable. And you—well, you were simply overcome with love.

There was something about him in that moment—his sharp features illuminated by the fire, his golden eyes glowing in the shadows, his voice smooth and commanding—that sent a wild, uncontrollable impulse surging through you. You needed to bite him. Not to hurt him. Not really. But to mark him. To claim him. To express—somehow—the sheer feral intensity of your affection. So, without thinking, you chomped down. Right on his arm. Not too hard. Just enough to sink your teeth in and hold.

The reaction was instant. The conversation stopped. The Uruks—who had been listening attentively to their leader—stiffened. One of them actually dropped his weapon. Another took an instinctive step back. For the first time in what might have been centuries, Adar stared in utter silence. Slowly—very slowly—he tilted his head down, his golden eyes flicking to where your teeth were still latched onto his arm.

A pause. A long, tense, disbelieving pause. Then, at last, his deep voice rumbled through the silence ”…Have you turned rabid?” His tone was flat. Completely unreadable. But the slight tilt of his head, the way his lips almost twitched upward, suggested he was half-serious, half-amused. You did not let go. Not yet.

You merely squinted up at him, refusing to break eye contact, your teeth still firmly sunk into his arm. The Uruks were now genuinely concerned. Adar let out a slow, measured breath, lifting his arm slightly as if to get a better look at you—his personal rabid little creature. Finally, after a moment of silence, he spoke again. “I should put you down.” A statement, not a threat. Your response? You bit down harder. There was a beat of absolute stillness. Then— “Hah.” A single, amused exhale. Suddenly, you felt strong fingers in your hair—not to pull you away, but simply to hold you there, his grip firm yet careful.

“So be it,” he murmured, his voice low and indulgent, like he was humoring you. His thumb absently stroked the back of your head, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable. “If you insist on marking me, little one—” His voice dropped, deep and almost dangerous. “You had best be ready to be marked in return.” The Uruks, wisely, left the scene immediately. (As they should)

Then, before you had time to process what he meant—he struck. With unnerving speed, he turned his head and sank his teeth into the curve of your neck. You yelped, your grip on his arm loosening as a sudden, sharp heat bloomed where his teeth pressed into your skin. Not hard enough to break the flesh—but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

Enough to remind you exactly who you had just challenged. His hold on your hair tightened slightly, keeping you in place as his teeth lingered just a second too long. His breath was warm against your skin. Then—slowly, deliberately—he pulled away. Your pulse was pounding. His lips barely ghosted over the spot where he had bitten you, a low hum of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

“There,” he murmured. His gaze flicked down to where his mark now rested on your skin. “Now we are even.” You stared at him, breathless, your body still tingling from the unexpected retaliation. And then, like an absolute menace, you bit him again. Harder. Adar laughed. A rare, low, genuine sound, full of dark amusement. “Very well, little one,” he murmured, catching your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up. His golden eyes glowed “Let us see how long you last.”

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Last one

The moment had to be perfect. You had been watching Adar for a while now, pacing near the edge of the encampment, his expression calm, unreadable—as always. His hands were clasped behind his back, his dark cloak shifting slightly with his movements. He was thinking, planning, strategizing—probably about important things. You, however, had a very different priority. He looked too tall. Too composed. Too untouchable. You had to take him down. Like a warg in the wild, you waited for your moment. Tension coiled in your muscles as he finally turned, giving you the perfect opening. Then—you pounced. With zero hesitation, you launched yourself at him full-force, tackling him with your entire body weight.

The impact was glorious. For one brief second, his golden eyes widened, and then—down he went. The air left his lungs in a sharp exhale as you crashed into him, sending him sprawling onto the ground. Dirt and leaves scattered as you practically crushed him into the earth, wrapping your arms around him like a wild beast claiming its prey. Somewhere nearby, an Uruk choked on his own breath. There was a long, heavy pause. Adar lay beneath you, utterly still, staring up at the sky as if contemplating his life choices. His long, dark hair was now tangled with dirt and leaves, his cloak twisted beneath him, his once-dignified stance completely destroyed.

Then, finally— ”…You fight with the instincts of a warg pup.” His tone was exasperated. But he made no attempt to throw you off. You buried your face in his neck, arms tightening, refusing to let him go. The Uruks were now watching in abject horror as leader taken down. Some of them looked like they might intervene—until Adar lifted one hand, a single gesture telling them to stand down.

A deep sigh rumbled through his chest, his free hand shifting to rest lightly on your back. “If you are going to smother me, little one,” he muttered, voice half-scolding, half-amused, “at least do so where the ground is not so unforgiving.” His fingers absently traced slow circles against your spine, his warmth seeping into you as his body relaxed beneath yours. You only nuzzled him harder, practically melting against him. The Uruks, now deeply disturbed, pretended not to see anything.

[multiversefanfics]

Dear Dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: cussing, sadness, heartbreak Summary: You broke up with Dean with a letter Letter in bold Word Count: 853

You, Sam, and Dean were on a hunt once again, you help Sam with the research you never actually go out on the hunt, but you and Dean argued before he left. He drunkenly flirted with a waitress in front of you at the bar the three of you went to last night, he didn’t realize what he was doing until he turned and looked at you after talking to the waitress, he sobered up quickly when you stormed out the bar. He mentally punched himself and followed you outside “Y/N! Y/N wait!” He chased after you, but you didn’t stop walking, Dean caught up grabbed your arm gently and spun you around “Y/N I didn’t mean it.”

You snatched your arm from his grip “You didn’t mean it? C’mon Dean be fucking forreal, you always do this, and I’ve ignored it for so long but enough is enough.” You stared deep into his eyes, tears streaming down your face “You never cared about me, the ‘tough guy’ act is getting old and I’m tired of it!” You started to walk away and he grabbed your arm again “Y/N please I can’t live without you, I love you” You laughed coldly and rolled your eyes “You don’t love me, if you did you wouldn’t flirt with every woman you see”

Dean looked defeated when you removed your arm from his hand again “I need space, Dean.” He nodded and backed away. You continued back to the motel. You walked into the room you shared with Sam and Dean as soon as the door shut, you broke down, letting out small sobs. You stood there for another minute and took a deep breath "Pull yourself together." You whispered over and over to yourself.

You finally pulled yourself off the door and over to the table. You looked around for pen and paper, and to no avail, you couldn't find any. "What motel doesn't have pen and paper?" You sighed and opened Sam's laptop "I guess this will do." You stared at the screen for a bit then began typing.

Dear Dean,

I want to start off by saying I truly love you and will always love you, but the way you've been treating me lately, I can't look past. I know you mean well, but you never take into account how I feel. You only care about yourself, and for some reason, I ignored those red flags. I loved the time we spent together, and there were some good times, and those are what I choose to hang on to.

You mean the absolute world to me, and it pains me to leave this, to leave you this way. I know Sam is standing in front of you, watching your facial expressions, please let him know that I am sorry to do this to you and him. You both are important to me, and maybe in the future, we can all be together again, but for right now, I need to go.

I love you, Dean Winchester.

With love, Y/N

You wiped the tears from your face and reread your note, you didn't even bother grabbing your duffle bag, it was full of Dean's clothes anyway. You sighed and took one last look at the room, then walked out the door. You hated leaving like this, but you knew if you did it in person, you wouldn't leave. Dean would give you those famous puppy dog eyes, and you'd fall right back into his arms.

You were long gone before the boys got back to the motel; Dean figured a few hours alone would be enough time for you to calm down and have a conversation with him. The entire time at the bar after you left, he chugged water to sober up. Dean came through the door hoping to see you in bed asleep or at least just lying there waiting for him.

He looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found "Y/N?" He checked the bathroom, and that's when the panic set in. Did someone take you? He rushed back into the main room, still looking around, hoping you had just come into the room. "Uh, Dean..." Dean stopped in his tracks and looked over at Sam who was fixated on the computer screen

"Not now, Sam. I can't find Y/N." Sam stood up, not taking his eyes off the screen "Yeah, I think I know why." Dean's head snapped in the direction of where Sam was and went over to see what he was looking at. Dean sat down and read the screen; he went through several waves of emotions in a span of 30 seconds. The last emotion he experienced was anger.

Dean flipped the chair to his right. Then punched the wall, and Sam flinched but didn't speak "Fuck I'm so stupid!" Dean screamed, looking back at the computer. "Dean, what happened?" Dean turned around to face Sam, tears streaming down his face "I fucked up, Sammy." Dean broke down falling to his knees, sobbing aggressively, Sam leaned down and held his brother while he cried.

A/N: I was in a bad mood while writing this, so I apologize for that. I hope you still enjoy it!😊 If you would like to be tagged in future fics, comment, message, or fill out this form

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[lunaetis]

[ do you ever get moments where your brain just shut down on you while you're trying to write so you went back to reread some of your old writings for inspiration only to find some of the works you were really proud of and went how tf did i write that ? what was i on ? bc that's me rn ... ]

[feralsteddie]

blame @grandwretch for telling me to listen to bad idea right?

Steve cringed at himself, contemplated bashing his own head in on his steering wheel, and got out of the car.

He was still slightly covered in glitter, some of it his, some of it Robin and Chrissy’s.

The two of them were still at the club. Where Steve left them. After getting a literal ‘u up?’ text like Eddie hadn’t watched Chrissy get ready to go out with them in their shared apartment and knew he'd be awake and out until 2 AM at the earliest.

God, when had Steve fallen so low?

He’d blocked Eddie’s number months ago, had even gone on a couple of dates! The last one had been with Levi. Steve liked Levi. Even if he kept making Dead Kennedy’s jokes that Steve didn’t get and kept insisting that Steve would just love The Front Bottoms if he gave them a try.

But he was nice.

A real gentleman.

Didn’t seem to have a whole subscription of issues that meant he was too afraid to use the L Word, or talk about the future, or even really answer any questions about what he wanted out of the relationship besides sex, all while being a completely possessive asshole like Steve already had his last name and a ring on his finger.

… Not that that was pointed or anything.

Anyways.

Point was, Steve had been doing good.

And then Dustin had given him a long speech about how they were all adults (Steve refused to believe the kids were adults, they would be kids until he was in the ground and half-rotted) and the weird tension between Steve and Eddie was making it very difficult to plan events if they were always having to take into consideration Robin’s Steve’s no contact rule.

So, Steve had unblocked him. Hadn’t made any move to text him though, just had a couple of stilted phone calls while coordinating who was giving who a ride to Nancy, Jon, and Argyle’s anniversary party.

But apparently Steve’s luck had run out. Some time between getting to the club, Chrissy posting a bunch of half-blurry videos of them dancing, and Steve getting very up close and personal with some guy who had tattoos up to his neck and biceps bigger than his, the universe had decided to tempt Steve.

He’d only seen the text when he’d broken off for a bathroom break, and despite the chorus of drunk girls he knew he would have had if he’d opened his mouth and said the magical words ‘Should I call my ex?’ his fingers had already made the decision for him.

Five minutes later he was telling the girls he had a headache, and that they should keep enjoying themselves.

Robin was going to kill him.

But that was a Tomorrow Steve issue.

He was already climbing the stairs- taking them two at a time even like the desperate bastard he was- and knocking before common sense could kick in and tell him to actually go home and sleep.

He was barely pulling his fist away when the door swung open, and god.

Eddie leaned against the doorframe, stretching his arm up as he smirked at Steve. Fucking shirtless and in sweatpants like the fuckboy he swore he wasn’t, and Steve’s thoughts were just static.

Did Eddie have to be so fucking hot?

It was truly annoying, like Steve was pretty sure he’d have been able to get over the asshole if he didn’t look like that. It was a travesty about his personality though.

“Damn, baby. You get dolled up all for me?” He was looking at Steve like he was a piece of meat he couldn’t wait to dig his teeth into.

Steve rolled his eyes and shoved his way into the apartment, “Actually it was for whoever I was going to bring home from the club, but you knew that already.” He snarked, looking around the living room like he hadn’t been there to help Chrissy and Eddie move in.

The door slammed behind him, making him jump a little, and jump again when he felt hands slip under his fuzzy blue sweater.

Eddie was a line of heat against his back, his long, thick fingers trailing up his sides and over his stomach, stopping to dig into the thick of his hips.

“But you’re not with any of those guys, are you?” He was halfway growling, like he had any say in what Steve did anymore. Possessive bastard.

Steve tilted his head back, resting it against Eddie’s shoulder while he placed little kisses up and down the offered skin.

No, I’m not. He wanted to say. Or maybe I don’t want them. Or even I wouldn’t have to settle for them if you had just loved me.

He didn’t say any of those, because they were too real for what was happening and Eddie would get spooked again and Steve was already there and thinking about Eddie’s dick, so.

“There’s time for that to change.” He settled on instead, curling his lip with all the bitchiness he could muster.

He felt teeth latch onto the side of his neck briefly, Eddie biting down hard enough in those couple seconds he knew it’d be a pretty bruise come morning, “Don’t be like that,” He sounded almost pained when he said it, and Steve had to clench his jaw, “You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to be.”

“God, do you ever shut up.” Steve turned in his arms and grabbed either side of Eddie’s face, pulling him into a kiss. Fuck, Steve missed kissing Eddie. Missed how soft his lips were, the curl of them like he couldn’t help the smile, the way he gentled it, slowed Steve down even when he wanted the frantic and messy, so he didn’t let himself think of it as romantic.

Steve pulled away slightly, “Bed. I gotta be in my own before Robin gets home.”

Eddie reattached their mouths, walking Steve backwards, down the hall and to his bedroom that still smelled like weed and the patchouli incense he always swore were fooling his landlord. “Don’t worry about them.” Steve felt his knees hit the side of the bed, and Eddie pulled his sweater and shirt off as he fell back onto the mattress.

“Yeah, you say that until Chris and Rob string us both up-”

“No, I mean her and Chris are heading over to Vickie and Eden’s.”

Steve paused, thumbs hooked into the waistband of his shorts, “… Did you plan this?” He kind of wanted to kick the stupid grin off of his face, and the urge only increased when he snorted.

“She texted me just before you got here, they ran into each other after you left.” Steve ignored the brief bout of disappointment in his stomach, covered it with an eye roll as he finished shoving the rest of his clothes off.

Obviously, it hadn’t been planned. He was booty called with the most obvious line in the history of texting, and he was probably just the first person desperate enough to take him up-

His thoughts were cut off by a hand grabbing his face, fingers and thumb pressing into his cheeks and pulling him into another kiss, “But I’m gunna count myself lucky I get to take my time with you now, sweetheart.”

Steve felt his chest crack a little, and he was so fucking stupid, it was such a bad idea, a colossal bad idea, he was going to make Dustin invent a time machine so he could go back and break his phone and tell him it wasn’t worth his stupid heart again.

Then Eddie was kissing him again, slow and deep and enough to scramble Steve’s thoughts because rule of thumb was Steve and Eddie were never not kissing when they were together and it was still his favorite thing in the world.

His face was released so Eddie could keep touching him, the calluses on the tips of his fingers scraping down his neck, over his chest and waist and hips until Eddie could grab a handful of his thigh and-

Fuck it, it’s fine.

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a series of drawings featuring Riz Gukgak from D20 Fantasy High. In the first, Pok holds Riz's shoulders in heaven as says, smiling, when you work until the dead of night, your friends know you do it because you love them. In the second, Riz is having a group hug with his party and the text reads, but is it really love that drives you, Riz Gukgak... In the next, a desperate, pleading Riz clutches the shoulder of an indifferent, faceless person and the text continues, ...or is it fear? In the fourth, Riz is younger and digging through crystals with bleeding hands; the text reads, what use are you when you can no longer dig. In the fifth, Kalina, shrouded in darkness with only her eyes glowing, reaches towards the camera with a smile; the text reads, when you're too scared to think. Sixth, Riz is filling out Fig and Kristen's papers under the light of a lamp, serious and tired; the text reads, when you're too tired to work. Seventh, Riz is lying in bed, eyes hidden behind hair, hand on his father's picture; the text reads, too sad to keep the mood up. Eighth, Baron stares into the camera; the text reads, too lonely, too insecure, too weird. Ninth, Baron is holding a defeated Riz by the throat; the text reads, to keep moving? Tenth, Riz is standing in the distance, holding his briefcase, and behind him is a football/soccer ball; the text reads, what use is a ball that can no longer roll? The last drawing just says none in brackets on a dark background. End ID]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

Lackadaisy Enrichment

[merlins-strawberriesandroses]

The thing no one ever considers while writing up character analyses about Merlin is that. he must have been sooooooo sleepy.

[cheriekos]

obligatory monthly post about how lovesick is one of my favorite things i've ever written. especially the kiss scene,,,chefs kiss

[randomminty]

Yeahlow

[jamietwat]

Jamie would 100% make Roy a dating app profile sometime after the Keeley rejecting both of them thing to try to help him move on and meet people when clearly he’s refusing to get back out there organically and he’d think he’s being so helpful and generous and the best wingman ever. He’d handpick what he considers the sexiest pictures he can find and put a bunch of shit Roy would never say thinking he’s being accurate and helpful and not even taking the clear opportunity to make a joke account to embarrass him or anything when he easily could have just made fun of him and chosen the worst pictures possible instead

And then he would be SO offended when it doesn’t go well when Roy finds out about it and is not properly appreciative at all

Roy thinks it’s Jamie’s account when he starts showing Roy girls like what do you think of her and asking him way too many questions when Roy has no interest in participating and has no idea why the fuck Jamie seems incapable of swiping without trying to get Roy’s opinions first. Meanwhile, Roy’s giving one word answers at first and then increasingly trying to brush him off when he doesn’t stop and then he’s just flat out like “Choose your own dates and leave me the fuck out of it” and Jamie’s like “Nah, this is your account. You should have a say” and instead of being grateful and appreciative and thanking Jamie for being oh so generous with his time and energy, Roy just scowls at him and growls out “You did not make a fucking Tinder profile for me” and Jamie just smirks and decides now is not the right moment yet to mention that he actually made him accounts on like three different apps because he wasn’t sure which Roy would like best

Roy barks at him to delete it and Jamie’s all whiny like “Come on, I spent a lot of time on these and you haven’t even considered it. Plus, even if you’re not ready to date someone yet, you’d still be less miserable to be around if you at least found someone to shag in the meantime”

And Roy’s like “Delete it. I don’t want a fucking Tinder profile.” And Jamie looks at him confused for a moment and then seems to have an epiphany as he goes “Oh, do you want a Grindr one instead? Hold on a second” and he flips to a different app and Roy’s too busy being baffled by the fact that Grindr is already on Jamie’s phone and that he’s having to sign out of his own account to try to make one for Roy to even stop him before he’s already trying to sign up for a new account and Roy goes “That’s not what I meant. I don’t want any dating app”

And Jamie pauses his typing and turns and looks at him so skeptically and so judgily and suddenly somehow Roy is trying to fight for his life trying to defend why he’s not looking for some random stranger to date or fuck around with