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summary: Bruce Wayne doesn't say 'I love you' after a fight and regrets it.
pairing: Bruce Wayne x fem!reader
tags and warnings: description of car accidents, blood, ambulance, also Bruce pulls out his IV drip (don't do that irl pls), maybe inaccuracies, Bruce Wayne cries, maybe OOC, also sleepy af so there might be mistakes
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Life is fragile.
No one knows that more than Bruce Wayne.
And so he absolutely does everything he can â from contingency plans with their own contingency plans â Bruce Wayne does everything a man can possibly do.
But life is fragile.
You and Bruce had a fight last night. It was not all that uncommon in your marriage of ten years, but this was different. It had ended with you sleeping in the guest bedroom.
The truth was, both of you hadn't slept that night.
You knew things would be different the next morning â you missed the early morning cuddles, the way Bruce looked peaceful with his eyes closed and hair all around the place, the way his hand was firm around your hips even while he was asleep.
There was one practice the both of you had been following since your time dating â never to skip breakfast. It was simple, the first meal of the day was to be eaten together at the table. The ritual came about as the result of both your professions â Bruce having to be at Wayne Enterprises and you at your own business â there was only really so much time you could spend in the presence of each other.
The ritual was disrupted today.
Bruce had left without sparing you a single glance, only a comment to Alfred about having breakfast at the company's cafeteria. The mahogany doors slam shut with a sharp bang â just as sharp as the icicle pricking your heart.
Usually, the ritual ended with him murmuring the three sacred words along with a kiss to your forehead.
But today was different.
You take a deep breath, swallowing the brick scratching at your throat. Tears pool along your water line, threatening to breach your eyelid even as you tip your head upward, gazing at the glinting chandelier. But they slide past your eyelids regardless, then against your cheek, and fall onto the stack of honey-glazed pancakes on the porcelain plate.
The manor was silent like it was holding its breath. Alfred stood at the corner, posture straight, but you could feel his gaze on you. Placing the cutlery back with a slight clack against the napkin, the wooden chair scratches against the marble floors as you stand up. You shook your head, a small curve on your lips, but you were fooling no one, let alone Alfred.
"Thanks, Alfred, I'm running a little late or else I would've finished it." Even before the words resound in the almost empty room, you scramble towards the staircase, voice cracking as you bring your palm to your mouth.
Alfred sighs, watching your hunched figure, racked with suppressed sobs, disappear into the distant hallways.
The expensive nappa leather of the passenger seat seems to itch at his suit clad skin as his body leans forwards, gripping under his seats with his knuckles white. It was almost like everything around him was trying to remind him of what he had done in the past hour. Sinking back again into the cushion, his phone lights up with a notification from his assistant, but all he could see was the wallpaper.
A photo of both of you at the wedding.
You were laughing at something he had said with your head tipped back, eyes crinkled into crescent moons, all while Bruce was just gazing at you, a small smile on his lips. It had been his favorite photo from all of the wedding ceremonies and almost served as a reminder â a reminder to uphold his promise of keeping you always happy with that same smile he fell in love with.
But today he hadn't.
Today, he had broken your heart.
Bruce sighs, pinching his nose before he decides he needs to turn back. He needs to go back to the Wayne Manor. To his home. To your arms.
" Please turn around towards â" Just as the words slip from his mouth, everything changes.
See, Bruce has a contingency plan for everything. Something he made sure to have after witnessing his parents being killed, the spiral of his best friend â Harvey Dent, Jason's death and many more incidents during his lifetime. He is well prepared for most of life's obstacles, but after years of being Batman, a small, fragile confidence develops, nestled into the crook of his mind, that one often forgets life is as unpredictable as it is predictable.
One moment, Bruce's fingers are wrapped around the rectangular electronic device gleaming against the black material of the seats. The next moment, he is up in the air, his head lolled back as it hits against the roof of the car.
It happens just as fast as it happens slowly because all Bruce Wayne could think of was you.
You â the light of his life, the sun to his moon, the rainbow amongst dark clouds â You.
The mind is a very powerful thing.
Though physically in the following seconds he finds himself squished against the passenger door, Bruce couldn't feel the pain. Because the past decade of his life flashes through his eyes â from the moment he saw you at the Gala, dressed in a dark blue satin gown and that gorgeous smile on his face, to the moment he asked you out a few months later, to nights spent under cotton duvets and tangled legs to eating breakfast together everyday to the day he wed the love of his life to yesterday when he had ignored you to a couple of hours back when he did not say the three words he wished he did â before turning to an endless abyss.
Bruce Wayne wakes up on a bed â no, something similar but a lot less comfortable. The sounds of beeping and hushed voices fill his senses. There's movement in the corner of his eyes as a woman wraps his arm in a bandage. He tries to move, tries to remember what had happened. As he squints again, his blurry vision starts to restore, and he can finally see the paramedic running tests. Almost like being pricked by a thorn, flashes of what had happened earlier today embraced his senses instead, and all Bruce wanted to do was to see you. To touch you. To feel you in his arms.
"Mr Wayne, please, you needâ" the paramedic on board lays a hand against his chest in hopes of pushing him back against the cotton, but all it does is make Bruce more anxious. His chest heaves as he pulls on the IV drip from his forearm.
"I need to see my wife. " Bruce's voice is hoarse, etched with dryness. It pains him a little to even utter the words, but the want of your presence is far greater. There is a slight ringing in his ears as he sits upright at once. Bruce could sense that the paramedic was saying something to him, her hands hovering over his, but he couldn't make out the words.
All Bruce wanted was to see you.
"I need to see my wife," he repeats, chest heaving like the world was on his chest, and perhaps it was â the weight of his guilt was equivalent to the entire world.
" I NEED HER."
The doors slam open with a hiss as Bruce Wayne slips out with his hand still on his abdomen. The pristine white dress shirt is now unbuttoned, red seeping through the fabric. His hair is ruffled with tiny grey splotches across his face, accompanied by tiny scratches along his exposed skin. Blue eyes squeeze at the sudden intrusion of the morning rays of the sun as his vision adjusts to the nearby crowd of onlookers consisting of concerned citizens and reporters.
For the first time, the media sees the billionaire in a frenzy.
He hunches a little before walking to the unrestricted sidewalk, ignoring the yells of his name as flashes of light hit his frame. Police officers try to convince the man to get back into the ambulance, but to no avail.
Bruce flags down a cab, the driver rushing away from the scene as the crowd grows smaller and smaller in the side mirror.
You were in the library, working on a presentation for your company, when you heard the roaring voice of your husband, echoing against the thick walls. It was almost next to impossible to hear anything through the walls, especially so deep into the manor. You swiftly place the book back onto the shelf before running down the halls.
"WHERE IS MY WIFE?" Bruce yells, hand over his abdomen, as deep blue eyes trail over the room.
"Master Bruce â" Alfred tries to get Bruce to just sit, eyes wide as he sees the man he has raised covered in blood. Injuries don't faze Alfred. He was used to blood, but when that happened during the daytime. During the time Bruce was just a billionaire, something shifted in his chest.
"I asked where â"
"Bruce."
A hush falls across the room as Bruce swiftly turns to the source of the sound. There you were, standing at the bottom of the staircase, in a pair of sweatpants and his shirt. His shirt. Your beautiful eyes were wide, glazed with sheen as you looked at your husband.
"Bruce, what happened?" you whisper, hands covering your mouth as a tear slips down your cheek. Within seconds, Bruce had pulled you into his chest, his neck tucked between the curve of your neck and shoulder blade as he sobs into your shoulder, his hand clutching at the fabric of your shirt.
"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." He mumbles, pressing further into you like he still couldn't feel your presence. The red of his shirt seeps into your clothes as you rub his back. You wanted to tell him it was okay, but all you could feel was a sob bubbling in your throat.
"I love you," Bruce whispers, cupping your face as his finger slides against the tear tracks on your cheek. âMore than anything in this world.â
You push back his hair, a little sweaty, as you cup his face and give him a kiss on the forehead. You offer him a smile â the same one he fell in love with as you whisper while slinging his arm over your shoulders.
"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."
A/N: tried writing this for like two days and here it is!
godddd i love the way u write, it's always so impactful in the softest ways and esp for something like this ugh it feels like a hot knife with how much of a punch ur sentences just carry in this
like the way you wrote the actual crash was so perfect because it really wasn't about the crash: the way u emphasized everything that truly mattered in that moment, something that feels so truer to bruce's thinking patterns because actions do become stakes for guilted thinking. so the crash being this blip in his insane need for controlling every aspect of his and everyone else's life to ensure safety and desired goals and instead becoming this montage of faults is sooo perfect:
It happens just as fast as it happens slowly because all Bruce Wayne could think of was you.
You â the light of his life, the sun to his moon, the rainbow amongst dark clouds â You.
and omggg the level of poetry this just brings to the entire scene because yes!!!! it's not about how fast or slow the event actually happens, it's literally about the reader!!!!! it's about how much he wants to be with them in this moment where time feels out of his control!!!!!! im going insane!!!!!!!
and just the way that bruce in the immediate scene that follows in the ambulance is just repeating that he needs his wife like god im so sick,.. for a guy that asserts he works alone, believes that he walks a solitary path despite everything, he truly needs people. it's both a function of his character and his mythos at the end of the day: batman doesn't work without people, he literally needs people to help otherwise the whole mantle crumbles; and in this moment, he needs the reader :')
it also just speaks so well to his panic responses tbh because there's multiple times in the comics where he was hit with some hallucinogens that forced him to see dead loved ones or what he perceives as "failures" (dent, jason, roy kane even though canonically he didn't tweak out enough about it imo, etc.) and in every one of those moments of heightened panic and grief, he truly does call out to someone. he calls out for care and love and grief, and i think the way u went about it in this just feels so true to his character because yea in a moment where he doesn't have control over a situation, he'd panic a little (at least internally) and seek out care even if everything in him is screaming otherwise
also i have to say that i just love how ur fics have these opening moments that establish soooo much thematically and symbolically for the rest of the fic, it literally speaks directly to the heart and really does read like the heart of this fic is open and bared for all of us to see right as we start. like the repetitive "life is fragile" concept at the start of this just becomes sooo poignant as we continue reading and ugh luvie once againnn ur cooking!!!!!!
ę° content ęą .đĽ Ý Ë knight!bruce wayne x princess!reader, fluff, this has nothing to do with dark knights of steel, just loosely inspired bcuz heâs so pretty as a knight
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The castle halls are polished and hushed. Sunlight trickles in from the enormous windows, breaking across the mosaic tiles, making it rain color.Â
Bruce deepens the kiss, his hand cupping your jaw, the other sliding down to your hip slowly as if heâs trying to hold back. Your hands rest against his chest, feeling the muscle that was usually hidden under all the armor he wore. Only you could see him like this.
Well, you and anyone who walks through this hall.
He pulls back, breath coming out in uneven pants. His eyes trace you. Your lips are parted, your eyes wide and eager for more. His thumb brushes your cheek.
"We shouldn't be doing this out here," he mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.
"We can do whatever we want," you reply with a grin. After all, he's your personal guard.Â
He steels his face, but you see his lips curling up. "You're the most troublesome princess I've ever had the pleasure of meeting," he says, then, without letting you get another word in, he kisses you again.
"Your highnessâ
A maid stumbles when she sees you pressed up against the wall. For a moment, she simply stares. Her eyes widen, though, when Bruce's body tenses like he's ready for battle.Â
"My apologies, my lady," she squeaks, gathering her skirts and fleeing as if her life depended on it.
Bruce's forehead falls against yours.Â
"She must be new," you offer.Â
He grunts.Â
"Still, you didn't have to scare the poor thing," you add, your arms wrapping around his neck.
He tilts his head until his eyes meet yours. To your surprise, there's amusement lingering in them. "I didn'tâ
Distant voices cut him off. A long-suffering sigh leaves him.
"I heard the king granted the princess a plaything," one of the guards began, his voice carrying through the quiet hall.
Silence.Â
"It's him, isn't it? Wayne?"Â
Bruceâalready knowing you well enoughâputs his hand over your mouth to muffle your incessant giggling.Â
The other guard speaks up, his voice deeper and older. "Yeah, the bastard probably pissed in the king's goblet."
The other one snorts as their footsteps get louder and louder. Your body shakes, and Bruce tries his very best to keep you quiet, but the guards spot you anyway.Â
Their steps slow. The older one reaches for his sword as he takes in Bruce's hand over your mouth.Â
"Sir Bruce," he says carefully. "I think it would be wise for you to remove your hand from her highness."
Bruce closes his eyes.
"Her highness prefers it this way." Is all he gives in return before his hand leaves your mouth, and suddenly you're being lifted into his arms, heat blooming across your cheeks at the improper way he carries you away.
"Next, we shall try the gardens," you tell him, cheek pressed against his chest.
knight bruce ..đłim actually so obsessed with this like the entire concept is everythinggg but the way you particularly wrote it here <3 oh what i would give to makeout with a pretty boy knight like him!!!
i esp love how you made the castle grounds feel so alive, like you added so much risk to this that it makes the situation feel much more weighted and its sooo good!!!! like the maid entering before running off and the overheard conversation from the guardsâit's details like those that bring so much depth to this and ugh i just deeply appreciate it since we often don't see that in medieval-esque fics (at least from the ones ive read) the stakes of being caught are always there but they're never shown in this manner and i just loveeee how you have the reader and bruce engaging with it
there's such a playful energy in the air despite the risk of being caught and ugh im just soo obsessed with the vibes, the dialogue, the knight bruce!!!! the people (me) yearn for more of him fr
the first time he sees you â through your window from where he had been perched on the roof across from your building â he's stunned. you're just there, curled up on the couch in your living room with a friend. laughing. head thrown back, lips stretched around your teeth. the joy on your face strikes him directly in the chest, slicing through his impenetrable skin and sinking into his heart.Â
his cold heart. his dead heart.Â
he swears it begins to beat again at the sight of you.Â
and your scent.Â
he's able to pinpoint it easily amongst the barrage of smells that constantly infiltrate his senses. but yours, yours is special. your scent is warm with a hint of spice, and all you.Â
and!! from that point on, he's captivated by you. he follows you, hidden in the dark corners and rooftops. he perches in the same spot to watch you through your window, the roof directly across from your building becoming a second home to him. he's keeping you safe!Â
he needs you safe.Â
he's memorized the sound of your breathing, the precise measurements of your lungs expanding in your chest, how your ribs accommodate them in their cavity.Â
especially your heart. yeah. your heart.Â
the sound of blood rushing through it is his favourite. he can practically taste it. right from the aorta. his buds bloom at the thought, salivia pooling in his mouth.Â
everything that is human about you, he has memorized.Â
and it's even better up close.Â
you should get better locks on your windows. but that won't stop him.Â
he tells himself that it's to make sure you're okay. that you're still there. that you're still breathing. and you are! he can feel it from where he stands in the dark corner of your bedroom. just beside your head. so close that your scent is even more intoxicating. so close that he can see the twitch of your lips as you sleep.Â
he reminds himself that it is only to make sure youre okay. but he would know if you weren't. he would know if something was wrong even if he was on the other side of the city. he would know even if he was in another country.Â
because he can pinpoint the notes of your pumping heart amongst the rest. because his ear will always find you. you are a radio, and he's tuned into you.
and he finally, finally after months, speaks to you for the first time after he fights off a man attempting to rob you.Â
with his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as your body recovers from the shock of the man's attack. bruce's gaze reminds fixed on you, pleased at the trusting gaze in your eyes.Â
it's all for him.Â
he loves you. he's obsessed with you. he loves you, he knows one day you'll realize. but that day won't be today.
he leans in just a bit closer, fingers sliding up between your shoulder blades,Â
"it's okay now, angel, you're safe with me,"Â
an: bringing forth a snippet of vampire!bruce into to the SVU (scissorhvnds vampire universe). this is for insignia btw
ohh im just so in love with how you write vampires and also just how u write in general omg..
my insane monkey brain definitely latched onto the architecture of this though like the literal construction of the fic and the presence of physical structures throughout this:
...hidden in the dark corners and rooftops. he perches in the same spot to watch you through your window, the roof directly across from your building becoming a second home to him.
like it's such a small detail, but the literal placement and landmarks of this genuinely make it so much more interesting because the structures of gothamâthe rooftops he's always perched on, the darkened corners he's forged himself from, even the windows and design features of the reader's apartment all come into view to speak directly to the distance between him and the reader,, it's genius! like gotham's architectural design has always been such a synonymous characterization for bruce's mythos and to see that alive and well here, and it giving weight to bruce's feelings of love muddied with obsession is just so poignant; it really showcases that distance quite literally means nothing when he's so trained on the reader. it's like his gaze is so direct that even when he's standing across from them in their bedroom or on the neighboring building's rooftop, he can always pick up on them, their scent, their blood, their beating heart
and god it's so well done too because the line that merges between physical distance constructed through gotham's architecture vs the physical distance constructed through bodies..the way that his gaze is always directed at the reader, but when he saves them from a mugging, the gaze doesn't change, just the distance:
with his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady as your body recovers from the shock of the man's attack. bruce's gaze reminds fixed on you, pleased at the trusting gaze in your eyes.Â
it's like saying that the body too is a kind of architectural distance, some barrier that softly pauses bruce from fully merging his unbeating heart with the reader's beating one. it's so gothic im biting my arm offđŹ and im gonna stop myself there before this just blows up into a whole essay on the gothic fascination of the body but god diva i loveeeee this never stop writing vampires
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cafe meet cute!!! i think about this one alllllll the time, it's like the quintessential kyle rayner fic in my mind and heart, and i just love the level of details you constructed here and how it built out this atmosphere that feels so perfect for a kyle fic :') im a sucker for coffee shop aus anyway so like this was literally made for me
4. what trope(s) do you think I write well?
coffee shop aus.. first meetings.. but also based on our ollie conversations that literally haunt me to this day you absolutely body parenting aus (is that what they're called?) like..need u to give us those fics diva..
6. is there a specific character you think I write well?
i definitely found you through your kyle fics and you do write him so well, but god...your understanding of ollie has me đŹ i truly can't wait for you to write more for him because it's going to literally change my life
hello zzz how are you today 𫶠can i ask 1 and 6 for the ask gamee
happy birthday diva i hope ur day has been amazing!!!
1. what's your favorite fic of mine?
had to fight the urge to just link ur entire masterlist but i truly alwaysss go back to x-ex-x idt there's ever a moment when im not thinking about that one, esp bc you wrote her soooo well in this and im a sucker for brutalia crumbsđŹ also literally in love with biceps are for biting like idt i was a person before i read this if im being honest.. there was a before barb (hehe) and after and im truly a better person for having this lodged in my brain
6. is there a specific character you think I write well?
hmmmmm hard to say.... but i think the person with a talia icon who consistently posts analytical readings on talia's character throughout her many appearances writes roy harper so well đ like genuinely you do, you have such a beautiful understanding of his character that feels so like him :') you really do capture that 90s version of him that makes my heart ache i miss him so much and like ofc i have to mention the insane talent and skill you bring to your talia writingâboth close reading analyses, fics, etc. you just get her and the love you have for her is so strong it bleeds into your words like never change cherry!!!!!!
(the three words for your work are precise, fluid, and eloquent! i'm so often going "omg that's such a perfect word there" when i read your work its amazing)
7. what are the first three words that come to mind when you think about my writing?
god what doesn't come to mind when i think of you and your beautifully constructed library of writing??
poetry: im a stickler for poetry and poetics as we knowww but like genuinely ive always read and considered ur writing as poetry. it was never a question or doubt about it in my mind because you just capture these rhythms in your writing thru dialogue, interactions, movements, etc. but the specific kind of poetry ur writing like hallmarks is the one between your characters, the minute they're in orbit of one another it's like gravity kicks in to the max and everything in ur writing makes that known; it's like reading poetic theory unfold with how you write interactions :')
'attention is the beginning of devotion' (mary oliver) and ik this feels like cheating but i think your writing just embodies this on such a primary level, like i think u just understand this quote and the intentions mary oliver meant when she wrote it. attention isn't the flashiest thing in the world, it's not the loudest, it's not the boldestâit's quite literally a stream of water flowing over rocks that have been there for decades if not centuries almost. it's ritual, it's practice, it's intentional; everything u write just brings this idea to the forefront without announcing itself so loudly. it's a quiet hum on sunday mornings
the mundane as grand: your writing has always centered normalcy, domesticity, and the moments where, in retrospect, nothing happens, yet it still feels like home, it still feels like taking off your shoes at the front door and hanging up your coat you spent walking the city with, it feels padding through your home with your feet relaxing at the cool touch of your floors, it feels like coming up behind your lover and just resting your head in between their shoulder blades because like many things in this insane world it somehow perfectly fits the shape of your tired, exhausted head like it was created just for this moment. i think ur writing has always made such moments of simplicity, ease, and domesticity feel like the most natural thing in the world and ugh everytime i read/reread ur fics it truly does feel like coming home
8. what three ao3 additional tags do you think best describe my writing?
MUTUAL PINING, domestic fluff (literally ur the inventor of this in my eyes), and hand-holding (ik ik a little vague and pathetic BUT i think it's simplicity and intimate implications is like the perfect combination of what ur writing is)
taking care of kara zor el under the green sun ę° ŕ Ë. áľáľ
you try to do your best
cw: comfort, pre relationship, reader has the biggest crush on kara
You lay her as gently as you can inside the cave, she whines and shivers as the veins in her face spread and darken. This is probably the worst situation you two could ever encounter, stranded on a planet where a few hours a day the sun becomes the thing that hurts Kara the most, alone and without supplies. All you can do is wait.
âBe careful,â you whisper, grabbing her waist and pulling her in a comfortable position.Â
âF-fuck⌠hurts,â Kara mutters, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed.Â
You kneel close to her body, your hands trying to find a way to help her, but absolutely nothing works in this situation.Â
âWhere does it hurt?â you try, leaning closer to her face. You hate yourself a little because sheâs very very close now and you canât help but enjoy your closeness.Â
âEverywhere,â she whines, trying to twist her body. Then, she says: âNeck.â
âThe neck? Your neck hurts?â you check, your hands coming to the back of her head to find the cold sweaty skin.Â
You shift a little, careful not to jostle her too much and slowly guide her head until it rests right on your knees. Her blonde hair spills over your lap like strands of gold, even though itâs damp with sweat right now. Your fingers slide into it naturally, combing through the soft waves, then moving up to her forehead. You press lightly, rubbing small circles with your thumbs, hoping it eases some of the pressure building behind her eyes.Â
âItâs okay, Iâve got you,â you whisper, and she lets out a shaky breath.Â
The outside world is bright and deadly for her right now, Karaâs face is still twisted up, those dark veins crawling under her skin, but she leans into your touch anyway.
âTalk to me,â she whispers after a minute. âPlease. Distract me⌠your voice.â
You suddenly become aware of many things: sheâs so close, her head heavy and warm on your knees, trusting you like this while sheâs hurting. For a second you wonder if this is the moment. You could just say it, spill everything about how your crush on her has been growing for months, how every smile she throws your way makes your chest feel too tight, how youâd do anything to keep her safe even on this stupid hostile planet. The words are right there on the tip of your tongue, pushing to get out.
But no. Not now. Sheâs in pain, vulnerable, and the last thing you want is to make things weird when she needs comfort. You swallow it down, force a soft smile even though she canât see it, and keep running your fingers over her forehead in steady strokes.
âDid I ever tell you about the time I tried to bake cookies for the first time? I wanted to impress a girl at a party and it was a total disaster. I forgot the baking soda or something, I donât even know. They came out hard enough to break a tooth.â
Kara makes a small sound that might be a laugh, or maybe just a pained huff, but her eyes stay closed. You take it as a good sign and keep going, your hands never stopping their gentle work through her hair and across her brow.
Your fingers trace down to her temples now, pressing softly, then back up into her hair. You can feel how tense she still is, the way her shoulders hitch every few seconds when another wave hits her. It kills you to see her like this. Kara is always the strong one and now sheâs curled up depending on you.Â
âDid you know that butterflies taste with their feet? They have these little receptors on their feet that help them determine if a leaf is suitable for laying eggs or if a flower contains nectar.â You stumble a little on the words but recover fast, laughing awkwardly under your breath. âIsnât that cool?â
She shifts her head a bit on your lap, pressing her cheek more firmly against your thigh. âKeep going,â she mumbles. âIt helps. Your hands... feel nice.â
That simple praise makes your face heat up, but you donât stop. You card your fingers through her hair again, slower this time, letting the strands slip between them. Outside the cave the sun is probably still raging, but here itâs just you and her, the dim light filtering in just enough to see the way her lashes flutter against her cheeks.
âAlright⌠Well, my favorite ice cream flavor has to be caramel⌠sometimes salted caramel depending on which ice cream shop does it. What about you? No, donât answer yet, just rest. Iâll guess. Something classic, maybe vanilla. Nah, youâre more adventurous than that. Probably pistachio, because youâre cool like that.â You chuckle quietly, your thumb brushing over her forehead again, trying to smooth out the furrow there. âWhen we get back home, Iâll buy you a whole tub. We can eat it straight from the container while watching bad movies. The ones with terrible special effects and lines that make you groan out loud. I know you secretly love those too.â
Time stretches out like that, your voice filling the cave with silly stories and half-baked thoughts. You talk about the dumbest things while your hands keep moving, soothing through her hair, across her forehead, down to rub the back of her neck where she said it hurt worst. Every little sigh she lets out feels like a tiny victory.
Deep down the crush is still there, but for now this is enough. Being here for her, distracting her from the pain, feeling the weight of her head on your knees like it belongs there. Youâll confess one day, maybe when sheâs not hurting and the sun isnât trying to tear her apart. For now, you just keep talking, hoping your words wrap around her until the worst of it passes.
bonus:
kara: it's bubblegum
you: what?
kara: my favorite ice cream flavor is bubblegum
you *snorting loudly*: that's so lame kara my crush on you is over
kara: YOUR WHAT
a/n: i needed to write some comfort and this is all i have to offer
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This is a lovely commission that I asked Leche to write for me and she absolutely delivered; this fic has me smiling every time I go back to read it. I guess Iâm just in love with Clark Kent again all over again :]
Starving by @kryptidfiles featuring Clark Kent/Reader (18+)
Jae has me out here folding for broâŚâŚ..unbelievableâŚâŚ..this is an INCREDIBLE smut fic with apologetic, horny Clark and Iâm on my way to re-read it right now lol
The Puddle Predicament by @iridescentlightshow featuring Jon Kent/Gn!Reader
I adored this dic with the touching affection that is captured in every line of this fic. Give it a read!
Class Is In Session by @bat1nsignia featuring Kara Zor-El/Reader
This one is so very heartfelt and loving and thereâs such a darling, beautiful atmosphere to this ficâgive Insigniaâs fic a read!
Good Boy by @frostedpinkicing featuring Bruce Wayne/Reader (18+)
Absolutely delicious fic featuring Bruce with a mommy kinkâŚâŚ.something I never realized how badly I neededâŚ..WHEW
Conspiracies, Conspiracies by @batslvrr featuring Vampire!Bruce Wayne/F!Reader
This was so lovely and intricate to read, everyone please go give Norâs turn a good look and give her all the flowers for this one!
He Swears His Life To You by @bloomcissa featuring Knight!Bruce Wayne/Reader
Now this is some real heatâŚâŚ.need me some him CissaâŚâŚ.or at the very least a few thousand more blurbs of thisâŚâŚâŚ
Rooftop by @spectorgram featuring Dick Grayson/Villain!Reader
OOOOOOOO the dynamic and the detail in this one is top-tierâŚâŚâŚ.I love the gradually building tension and banterâŚâŚgive Noveâs fic a read!
Dick Grayson Getting Cucked by Wally West by @nagumolvr featuring Dick Grayson/Reader/Wally West (18+)
Pretty much everything that it says in the title but oh my godâŚâŚ.sometimes seeing is believing my friend. 100/10
Risk by @lushberrys featuring Bodyguard!Jason Todd/Reader
This is an ongoing multi-chapter fic that Lizzy is cooking up that makes me want nothing more than to have that big beefy man protecting me with those strong arms of hisâŚâŚ.is it getting hot in here? That just me???????
Color Me You by @luviery featuring Jason Todd/Reader
The way that I would best describe this delightful, wonderful story is a warm hug that envelops you with the growing radiance of the sun. You gotta read this multi-chapter fic by Luvie I beg of you.
Pawns by @skeeets featuring Jason Todd/Reader
Kim really wrote a masterpiece with this absolute banger of a fic that hews to the angsty side and is brought to life with the beauty of her wordsâgo read it NOW!
Simple Things by @filmcamerasanddice featuring Jason Todd/Gn!Reader
Thereâs something really special about the way that Reg writes Jason and his protective nature, so youâre doing yourself a disservice if you donât go and read this fic right now!
One Night Only by @infinictus featuring Jason Todd/Reader
You ever sit on the edge of your seat just absolutely immersed in tension? Well, I owe Anx money now because DAMN this one had wondering will theyâŚ..WILL THEYâŚâŚâŚâŚoh man I love me some ToddâŚâŚ.
Distraction by @kqinoraswrites featuring Jason Todd/Reader
There is something so genuine and touching about this fic and it really just invokes this warmth every time that I read it. :)
This Sealâs Got Attitude by @fanfictionwarrior-chills featuring Tim Drake/Selkie!Reader
This fic truly defies descriptionâit is a masterclass in building emotions, romance, and itâs everything any Tim Drake fan could ask for; PLEASE go read it.
My âHusband" by @inkievoid featuring Tim Drake/Reader
Miscommunication leads to some goofy, endearing shenanigans between you and your man Tim Drake. This fic gave me a big olâ smile on my face after I read it and it will for you tooâŚ.PROMISE
Letting Her Cut Your Bangs by @kooriandr featuring Stephanie Brown/Reader
Len does some amazing fics and this fic recommendation is a plea on my hands and knees begging her for more Stephanie Brown fic because every time she does it you can feel the absolute love, the tenderness the EMOTION that is evokedâŚâŚâŚLen please one william dollar
Fade to Black by @pixelbfs featuring James Gordon/Gn!Reader
The way Iâve been looking high and low for a James Gordon and Neil scratched that particular itch so wellâŚâŚif you donât give me that dilfâŚâŚ..WHEW
Gal Gardner Picks You Up At A Party by @kaydekarios featuring Gal Gardner/Reader
UghâŚâŚ.WOMENâŚâŚâŚ.GAL GARDNERâŚâŚâŚ.I will be off in the corner rereading this fic an approximate 49734302143789021 times
Hiding Behind Your Hands by @luvmailing featuring Guy Gardner/Reader
Val captures Guyâs character so well and Iâm always in love with him whenever I read one of their fics. Justice for Guy Nation is always served well here hehe
Weight Gain by @gothamcitypublicworks featuring Guy Gardner/F!Reader
Sheev holds up Guy Nation in a noble cause and this fic is such a delightful, sweet treat of a fic that I always grin at reading whenever I come back to it :)
500 Miles by @kitkatscabinet featuring Hal Jordan/Reader
You like pain? You like getting your heart ripped out? GO READ THIS, Iâm busy lying on the ground staring at the ceiling for the next few hoursâŚâŚcatch you laterâŚâŚ
Construction Work by @weeniesausage featuring Hal Jordan/ConstructionWorker!FtM!Reader
This fic has such rich detail, such lingering emotion, such evocative emotions that it invokes of two people falling in loveâŚâŚoooh I love this one so much :)
Trial and Error by @froggibus featuring Wally West/Reader
I love me some delicious delicious angst mixed in with a heaping serving of yearning and love that makes you hurt so bad youâre in painâŚ..and boy does Froggi deliver with that one here. Two words: OOF OUGH. Three more: READ IT NOW
Secret Recipe by @gglouise23 featuring Wally West/Reader
You ever eat something that just floods you with that sweet rush of affection from head to toe? This is the visal, readable version of that. Please go check it out!!!!!!!
Bleached Beard by @gr0und-zer00 featuring Oliver Queen/Wife!Reader (18+)
ZERO BRINGS THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY NEED: MORE OLIVER QUEEN!!!!!!!! absolutely delicious smut that I have had the privilege of reading wih my own two eyes and I will read again and again :)
The Muse of Venus by @bonesofapoet featuring John Constantine/Artist!Reader (18+)
How do you condense poetry into prose in such few words, featuring our snarky resident magic user? You read this incredible fic by Kas and you come back and let me know how much you adored it just like I did. :)
Genie in a Bottle by @wonderrheartt featuring Roy Harper/Reader/Wally West (18+)
GODDAMN this was some absolutely delicious food. I love gingers I love men I love this incredible fic!!!!!!!
dc villains
Tear You Apart by @colonelfish featuring Eobard Thawne/Reader (18+)
Now this one is a special, wicked, nasty dirty fic featuring that rotten scoundrel Eobard ThawneâŚ..and I LOVED every word of it HEHEHEHE
Manila Envelope by @batwngs featuring Talia Al Ghul/Reader
Z is a real wordsmith and every time you read her stories you just canât help but be immersed in the absolute delight it is to watch her way with words; this fic is no exception!
marvel heroes
I Dare You To Try by @batsycline69 featuring Steve Rogers/Reader
Mags really knocks this fic out of the park; thereâs something so inherently soft and lovely about this fic and I just adored reading it, give it a looksee!
Fell in Love With A Stripper by @c-nstantine featuring Steve Rogers/Black!Stripper!Reader
Athena is doing the lordâs work with this fic of having Steve Rogers fall deeply, insatiably in love and I cannot emphasize how much I adore this fic!!!!
Touch Starved by @biglychee featuring Bucky Barnes/F!Reader
The biggest Lychee always delivers when it comes to a Bucky fic and you are doing yourself a favor by reading this delicious fic about a subby Bucky and dom!readerâŚâŚ.DAMN
Triple Beds, Triple Disorders by @devisedplan featuring Bucky Barnes/Reader
The same bed trope never ever ever ever gets old and I canât help but love Devisedâs excellent take on this one with a certain surly soldierâŚâŚ..HMMMMMMMM :)))))
Nightcrawler Headcanons by @sagebrush-and-sadness featuring Kurt Wagner/Reader (18+)
I cannot emphasize how Veta has such illustrative way with words and undivided devotion to our fuzzy Blue Elf Kurtâthis is a masterpiece of a headcanon fic.
The Very Injured Caterpillar by @vigilantekisser featuing Matt Murdock/Kindergarten Teacher!Reader
As a teacher this story hit very close to home and also felt very realistic and grounded while also maintaining a healthy amount of humor and romance; Joey does an excellent juggling job of putting them all together and having me walk away well satisfied from this excellent fic!
Matt Finds You All Tied Up by @cerenawoe featuring Matt Murdock/Reader (18+)
This is so deliciously dark I canât help but come back and reread it for the same rush of endorphins I had the first time I read it. >:)
Carried Away by @lilacst4rs featuring Johnny Storm/Reader (18+)
This is such an excellent take on a softer side of Johnny that isnât just for show, and I truly enjoyed reading about him in this exemplary fic. Give it a read!
Safe and Starry-Eyed by @wordbunch featuring Ben Grimm/F!Reader
Ben Grimm is a man who deserves a soft love, a happy endingâand Ana provides it all AND MORE!!!!!!
X-Men Headcanons by @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger featuring X-Men Angel, Rogue, Cyclops and Wolverine
This is so indulgent and lovely to hear Dreamerâs take on such beloved characters and did I have a big olâ smile on my face reading this? YEP and you will too if you read it hehe :)
Sharing a Bed With Fem!X-Men Members by @stanbullseye featuring Rogue, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Madely Pryor, Sue Storm
We donât get enough for the gals and this one certainly filled the thirst I needed to slake for the wonderful Marvel womenâŚâŚâŚgive it a gander my friends
marvel villains
Shhh! by @halfofmysoulsblog featuring Venom/Black!Reader (18+)
Oh this fic is so fucking hot it steams; all I have to say is that were it meâŚâŚwelllâŚâŚâŚâŚ.I would be certainly blessed indeedâŚâŚ.
Benjamin Poindexter Headcanons by @hypnospatron featuring Benjamin Poindexter/Reader (18+)
Dex is a nasty, shameless man and this fic by Hypnos is just such a beautiful demonstration of the wicked man that I would let tear me apart. 100000/10
When Youâre Lost In the Dark by @futuremrscameron featuring Bob Reynolds/Reader
Seeping with broody atmosphere, with delicious detail that makes you feel as though youâre actually walking down darkened city streets, with such poignant emotion, Courtney really kills it with this and I need her to write more PLEASEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
Worst Time To Start Your Period by @haljordansnumberonefan featuring Bullseye/Reader (18+)
Aehtlama is a pro at writing for this devious man and this fic certainly demonstrates her incredible writing skillâŚâŚâŚgive it a look my friendsâŚâŚ.
resident evil
Househusband by @slowerghost featuring Leon Kennedy/Reader
Now this fic is an absolute ray of sunshine that shows how wonderful it would be living with Mr. Kennedy. Big fan of this fic and you should be too!
Cracking An Egg With Chris by @starberrymatcha featuring Chris Redfield/Reader
This is a cute adorable warm blanket of a fic featuring some objectification of Chris RedfieldâŚâŚ.not that Iâm complainingâŚâŚ..SHEESH
Nemesis by @gilverrwrites featuring Nemesis/Reader (18+)
Val wrote a fic that Iâve been silently dreaming of for foreverâŚâŚplease enjoy this while I go beg her for moreâŚâŚ
Secret Service by @theebladestar featuring Ashley Graham/F!Reader (18+)
Goddamn BladeStar always cooks with whatever fic that they cook up and this smut is so fucking perfect.......need me some Ashley Graham bad..........
supernatural
Sam Winchester With The Tongue by @pittsick featuring Sam Winchester/Reader (18+)
I love me a flustered Sam Winchester and this fic delivered everything I could have wanted. Absolutely delicious serving of a fic and I humbly request more.
His Lips by @cherryvvave featuring Dean Winchester/Reader
Itâs been a long, long time since Iâve looked at Dean Winchester like this but Cherry really has re-opened my eyesâŚâŚ.and brother they ainât closing after I read this oneâŚâŚâŚ.MAN
the pitt
Touchstarved by @stargirlfics featuring Michael Robinaitch/Reader
Amalia has me folding for another white man because this fic had every detail sizzling off the page. MAN
Too Sweet by @novatheory featuring Brendon Park/Reader
Nova wrote such a lovely and heartfelt fic with just a vulnerable tenderness lingering in between the lines; I absolutely loved this. :)
I Canât Believe You by @ficdelusioncore featuring Jack Abbot/Reader
There is something so healing, so romantic, so cathartic, and so beautiful about this fic about someone who refuses to see love right before their very eyes.
invincible
Like A P%rn Star by @sobbingscripter featuring Omni-Man/Reader (18+)
I come back to this fic every so often just to imagineâŚâŚ..just to indulge in this fantastyâŚâŚâŚ.Nolan just one chance PLEASE
When Did You Get Hot? by @queen-of-gotham featuring Mark Grayson/Reader (18+)
Am I really going to watch this show in record time just for all of these attractive men? YES and now everyone can say thank you Gotham and go read this fic immediately!!!!!!!
Remnants of Privacy by @splodencible featuring Rex Splode/Stripper!Reader (18+)
Good lordâŚâŚ..good lord MaddieâŚâŚâŚâŚ.all the blood in my bodyâŚâŚâŚanother nail straight into the coffin for me to devote a few days to watching this showâŚâŚâŚ.MAN
outlast trials
Pusher by @doqt33th featuring Pusher/Reader (18+)
This is the very fic that made me fold for Pusher single-handedly and I need you all to join me in love forthis freak. good LORD
Operant Conditioning #2 by @acapelladitty featuring Dr. Easterman/Reader (18+)
Ditty had an integral hand in helping me fall head-over-heels for this manipulative bastard with a receding hairlineâŚâŚsoooooo fucking good my friendsâŚâŚ.SO GOOD
transformers
Singularity by @doqt33th featuring Mirage/Reader (18+)
Holllllly fuck this fic is an absolute banger. No words can possibly edscribe this you just gotta read it yourself my friend
You Knew I Loved You, Right? by @t-a-a-1 featuring Optimus Prime/Reader
Now this one absolutely hangs heavy with angst and unrequited loveâŚâŚoh man is this one a masterpieceâŚ..
Everything Is AlrightâScenario: Pretty by @revelboo featuring Shockwave/Reader
A very cute blurb of married lifeâŚâŚor uh something humorously close to it. Love this one!!!!
star wars
Lovesick by @petalonthepavement featuring Din Djarin/Reader
God this fic had me with my hand clapped over my mouth with a smile on my face, waiting to see what would happen nextâŚâŚâŚ..please please read it for some delightfully poignant fluff!!!!
When the Rain Falls by @starburstbarnes featuring Luke Skywalker/Gn!Reader
I think when youâre lucky enough to find excellent, detailed and such romantic fluff like this fic displays, you never let it go. Please check this out!!!!!
team fortress 2
7 Minutes In Heaven featuring the TF2 Squad by @finniestoncrane featuring the TF2!Squad/Reader (18+)
Finnie paints such a delicious steamy picture and man do I need me some THEM ALL AT ONCE DIABOLICALLY DELICIOUSLY AND DEDICATEDLY
Dating Headcanons with Engineer and Pyro by @eatfeet69 featuring Engineer/Reader, Pyro/Reader
Nate always serves some of the best TF2 content on this app and this lovely fic is no exceptionâespecially when it features two of my favorite mercs HEHEHE :]
YKMET & the price of flesh
What a Ride by @rotrabbitrot featuring Strade/Reader
This fic Neo wrote had me on the edge of my seat in the best way possible and wanting moreâŚâŚ.you gotta see this deliciously evil fic as soon as you possibly can I BEG of you!!!!
Step on Me by @danishpastri featuring Derek Goffard/Male!Reader (18+)
HolyâŚâŚ..words defy how delicious this multi-chapter fic is. You gotta read it andâŚâŚâŚlet me know what yâall think because itâs a TREASURE hehehehehe
that's all from me folks.........my back hurts from writing this and i gotta go lie down now......adios.........
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Whatâs up! I was just wanting to ask what got you inspired to start writing!
hiiii so i feel like i've been writing forever, and probably have been considering that i've always had this tendency to (a) never shut up when prompted and (b) an interest in storytelling
but specifically with fanfic, i cant pinpoint how i got started but i know for a fact my lifeblood vani @arkhxmknight inspired me somewhere along the way like i can't exactly remember the circumstances that pushed me to make the first version of this account back in 2021 (?) i do know i was in her dms yapping nonstop about fic ideas, prompts, comic panels, etc. i did end up ghosting fic writing/reading for a while too bc life happened but came back to it at the end of last year/early this year bc i missed the stimulation that comes with writing and the community that you build thru it!!
wbu bestie :0 how did u get started / what inspired you? :)
Now announcing the Fantasy Bruce Wayne Event: Event Calendar!
Above are all the prompts for each day throughout the event month of November!
Psst, here's a Gdoc copy of a simplified Event Cal for folks who need it.
A few things of note:
Reminder that participants can mix and match prompts as they wish, create an anthology work out of them, or make multiple pieces for the same/different prompts. You can even incorporate all prompts from one day into one work! The possibilities are endless!
Otherwise, participants need only choose at least one prompt from the calendar and create a piece according to how they view the prompt.
We only ask that you post your piece on the prompt day that corresponds latest in the month, or according to the prompt that is most prominent within the work. (i.e. If your work incorporates Steampunk from Day 3, with Deep Space from Day 21, and the piece focuses more on the Deep Space rather than Steampunk, please post your work on Day 21)
Prompts can be interpreted as you wish, as long as said interpretation adheres to the Rules and FAQ (pieces must be Bruce-centric, Bruce must be or become afflicted by the fantasy/sci-fi in some way)
Remember, this is a Fantasy Bruce Wayne Event! Go wild with whatever sings to you but please keep these tidbits in mind when creating your pieces.
And last but not least, our special gift we've been working hard on to give to our participants:
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A Discord server where you can craft your pieces among kindred artists, workshop your ideas, and have all of the Event Info handy! Writers, artist, betas and more are all welcome as long as you are participating in the event and/or would like to cheerlead alongside fellow Fantasy Bruce lovers!
Participants will now have Four Months to create their pieces. Please have your pieces ready for posting by the day of the prompt your piece corresponds to on the Calendar above. If there are any questions or concerns, please feel free to send us an ask!
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just so you see how seriously iâm taking it đââď¸đââď¸
- morph from my unused main blog (just so i could send the pic lol)
omggggg youâre locked in with ellipsus đ genuinely canât wait bc theyâre gonna be such bangers but also calling it âthe batwngs challengeâ makes it sound soooo serious omg i was just rambling and thinking about poetry that reminded me of ur writing vibe without any caffeine in me đŤŞđ
idk if this counts as a trope tbh but your crossover fics literally altered my brain chemistry, idt ive been normal since bc every time i see a character now im like heh what ifâŚ. and now im writing a superbat/gyjo divorce drama so thank u for expanding my mind
i also think you write delicate, shared moments of intimacy in established relationships really well like i truly always think of this roy harper fic and how beautifully poignant your grasp of emotions are, how they easily emerge from the weight of tired muscles and aching joints. even in ur smuttier fics but also esp in ur softer, fluffier fics like in this caejose fic, the kind of intimacy you build ur writing around just feels so :â)
7. what are the first three words that come to mind when you think about my writing?
inability to shut up so:
intimacyâand i mean every sense of the word, but specifically the kind of understanding of intimacy that comes from being a pure of heart pervert. like the level of profound, raw yearning youâre able to unlock simply by leaning into perversion even in the broadest sense is something that you canât get off the shelves
soften, and specifically this because your writing does have this softness to itâlike linguistically your use of language and the tone you bring to your writing is soft, itâs something to do with your specific word choices and the emphasis of particular âsofterâ sounds, i literally could do a whole analytical paper on it, it drives me insane in the best waysâbut also bc of its travel philosophy. odd take but i feel ur writing always leaves me unable to predict where youâre going to go with it, and i just love that bc not only are ur ideas unique but the journey u take is equally just as interesting
hand-holding, idrk why for this one tbh but it feels right, like the feel of warm skin enveloped in ur hands, the kind of intimacy that feels too much at times, that comes forth as a confession when words arenât enough, that literally hold promises for something today, tomorrow, or more, etc. itâs a simple image in my mind, and the context in which it happens in ur fics ofc vary, but the idea of this kind of yearnful care never goes amiss
9. is there a pairing in my current fandom you think Iâd write really well that I havenât yet?
mmm tbh my months-long scheme of getting you into jjba so that you can write fem!bruabba was lowkey pretty much driven by this reason𫪠i just felt like you would write them so wellâand by god you do.., you just have such a very beautiful understanding of their relationship and dynamic in an xreader situation like im literallyyy winningâand ive been in a fem!bruabba drought for years so thank u again for ur service diva!!!!!
iâm feeling curious about the reverse ask game so if you fill up for it iâd like to know 7, 10 and 16. (psst, i know 16 can be a bit of a drag so if you donât feel like it or want to do a short prompt iâll love it anyway <3)
- @gothamorphosis
7. what are the first three words that come to mind when you think about my writing?
i feel by this point itâs very clear I canât shut up so:
(under the cut bc i rambled đ)
pillow talk, but the kind that stains the pillows and sheets with secrets, the kind that transforms the feathered touch under your head into a confessional that bears your heart raw and open
cigarettes, i'm not sure why this one comes to mind, but whenever I do think of your writing i get attacked by this visual image of sitting out on a curb, knees tucked into your chest and arms wrapped around, as your friend/lover/executioner/whatever shares unvoiced space with you under the damp fluorescent greens of the early morning, late night air. and something about that screams cigarettes
heartbeats: the kind that melts together with someone else and becomes itâs own kind of poetry really. like the ability to love and care and understand someone so well that your hearts sync up on a rhythmic level almost like theyâre speaking in iambic pentameter together, or creating some wholly new rhyme in verse no one not even yourselves can hear or interpret
10. is there a genre you think I'd write really well that I haven't yet?
i genuinely feel like Iâve been saying this for everyone so I apologize if im repeating myself again but domesticity, slice-of-life, and confessionals. but your specific brand of it is so charming to me because it almost always takes place in a confined space, even if thatâs never what you intend. my brain canât help but see the physical arrangement of characters in your writing, like jason being slapped on the couch, the reader asking bruce wackass questions as pillow-talk, constantine reaching out for the reader in a moment of vulnerability, etc. all of these fics centralize connection over plush surfaces! couches or beds and what have you, it becomes the arena in which you explore deep intimacy with words and minimal physical contact (or that, when it is there/implied, itâs never the central focus); you drag intimacy by the ankle by the dirt underneath this chariot ride of emotions is soft and caressing, like a secret almost.
16. pitch me a oneshot idea that you think I'd knock out of the park
since im insane and love a challenge: given your writing style and the tone you bring to your fics, I think something like a oneshot discovering old items together, sort of going through histories and memories of before you met them. it's this deeply vulnerable thing to allow someone else to see a version of you that feels like isnât there anymore, a version of you thatâs lost in the past when really you carry them with you in some way every day. like sharing photo albums, old relics, mementos from times that feel impossible now, but remain as foundational steps to bring you into the now. ik this is vague as hell but I havenât had coffee today but this can be with jason, babs, selina, dick, etc. the options here are pretty endless!!
some prompts:
steam off joined skin [from sharon olds âsex without loveâ]
first thought after seeing you smile [from warsan shire âfirst thought after seeing you smileâ]
weeping knuckles, swollen hearts [same reference as above]
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hellloooo saw your rb on the ask game and im curious for qns 4 & 6!
4. what trope(s) do you think I write well?
slice of life and domesticity for sure!!! but like you handle those with such a unique hand i truly never wouldâve thought to go where your mind beautifully wanders :0 but specifically i think u bring a level of realism and place that, at least when i think about my own domestic slice-of-life wips and fics, largely feels so underutilized? like ur game series literally changed my life ngl and now every time i play a game im like heh what if constantine was getting his shit rocked on mortal combat (dare I say you also directly inspired a bruce wayne wip ive been cooking with) but like again thereâs this sense of groundedness that you donât find in a lot of fics in this trope/style and i just deeply appreciate the rich vibrancy and fluorescence you bring to your words :)
6. is there a specific character you think I write well?
john constantine and jason todd!!!!!! like you just get itttttt; the first fic i read from you was a constantine one and genuinely idt any other writer is doing it like u
hi z!! for the ask game, can i get 5, 8, and 10? i feel a little guilty asking for some kind words, so i just want you to know that i think you're wildly cool, intelligent, and a lovely person to talk to <33
5. are there certain themes you think I write well?
I think the first theme that really comes to mind when I think of your body of workâsince I first started reading your stuff to even your more recent things from fandoms Iâm not fully involved inâis presence. itâs never a flashy thing when you write it though, itâs this slow unwinding, kind of like lazily folding through a pile of fresh laundry youâve been meaning to do for weeks but just couldnât until now and finding buried underneath the warmed fabric was the back of an earring youâve spent hours looking for, or even just some random coin you pocketed for no reason other than to feel its barely-there press in your jeanâs pocket. the way it was just always there and you didnât know, but even in its wake youâre not loudly celebrating its return to you: youâre just basking in its feel against your palm again. this kind of gentle presence, something that feels so natural and unyielding, is something u easily capture in everything you write tbh
8. what three ao3 additional tags do you think best describe my writing?
domestic fluff, love confessions, and some shit like âthey pine after each other so hard itâs mistaken as shrubberyâ
10. is there a genre you think I'd write really well that I haven't yet?
tbh I think the genre u write now is like perfect for your writing style, tone, pacing, etc. like even the posts you reblog (which i loveee) match the kind of writing you bring to every ficâwhich is just symbolic of how in-tune with yourself and your interests areâbut if you wanted to push yourself further, i think you could really fuck up some hurt/comfort, emphasis on hurt. you already do the comfort part well and you bring such a kind softness to everything you write, but I think in order to make the comfort even more palpable and poignant, you should lean into the dark of your visual aesthetic: the emotions of deep browns, the darkened gray of rolling fogs, the slate-blue of thunderous ocean waves crashing at your shores.
