#yearner final boss

[marssieee]

oh why don’t you just shoot me already

my baby is SO whipped

[diamond-eyez]

Te Extraño-I miss you

Letters from Damian as misses his partner while away on a mission 😞 and something very sweet when he comes back

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Details: gn!reader, fluff, angst, yearning, Damian being a bit possessive and worrying a lot about you while he's away, calls but he also send you letters, mission is over a period of months. Dami is a yearner for the person he loves and would be very sweet with them; you can't change my mind. Dami being hopelessly in love with you and not ashamed at all, hes much more open in the letters than in real life since it is much easier for him to get his feelings and thoughts out on paper

"Habibti." Damian's voice is low, a tender murmur through the phone next to your ear as you lay on your bed. Blurred splashes of green streak across your window from the store across the street from your apartment in the rain, the neon color rippling across your face as your eyes slipped closed to Damian's soft breathing.

"Yes, Dami?" You hum, sighing as you nuzzle further beneath your blanket against the chill of your room.

He's quiet for a moment before speaking again. "My father and I will be gone for a while for a mission." Your eyes open and he pauses for a second, then continues. "I will only have limited contact with you. Communication through electronic devices will be risky."

You frown. He'd warned you about this, not long ago. Said he may have to leave for a while since something has come up. You were worried, of course, asking for details. Asking if he thought it was dangerous. He'd assured you he'd be okay, of course, presskng soft kisses to your face and murmuring sweet nothings in your ear as you were both tangled in his bed. But you didn't like the idea of him going.

"How… how long will you be gone?" you ask, sitting up in your bed and looking out your window to the slick street below, the streams of black water babbling with the rainbow glint of oil as their small waves slip between the grates of the drains. Focusing ont he constant movement of the fallen rain distracts you from the creeping anxiety knotting in your stomach.

"I cannot give you a set time. We don't know how long it'll go on for, but we expect a few months."

You don't respond, just sighing and focusing on two kids playing with a dog in a puddle next to the neon green sign of the store across the street. The dog runs around the two kids, barking as they giggle and stomp in the water before their mother calls for them and they disappear around the corner.

"Hayati?" Damian's own frown is audible through the phone.

"I understand," you say, looking back at your phone as it sits on the mattress next to you. "Just… just be safe okay?"

"I am always safe."

"That doesnt mean something can't happen. Just… just come back to me. Okay?"

You can hear the smile in his voice. "I will. I always do, Roohi."

Damian calls only twice over the four months, and the rest of the communication you two have is through letters, which he never failed to send each month.

You'd received the first after a long day of classes, tired and sad at not being able to even talk to Damian, let alone touch and cuddle with him after an exhausting day as you usually would. You ran back to your apartment building to open the letter in privacy, reading:

Ya qamar,

How are you, beloved? I hope you are eating enough, and sleeping. I know you tend to shirk the duties of self care and health when you are worried or stressed. I have asked Pennyworth to make sure you are taking care of yourself, and if you aren't, to force you to.

He'll make food for you, and there will always be a room at the manor if needed. You can stay in my room if that would make you feel more comfortable, I do not mind.

I hadn't realized how attached I became to you until you were no longer in my orbit. You've wormed yourself into my life, Habibti, though I would have it no other way.

I miss you as one misses the stars on a starless night. I miss your smell and the feeling of your hands on me. Your scent tends to calm me when I am anxious, and not having you here leaves me overwrought. I would love to simply see your eyes. See them crinkle in the corners as you smile at me, see the flutter of your lashes as you close your eyes with exhaustion or pleasure. To see them twinkle in the night as we take a walk through the gardens of the manor.

I should have taken you somewhere before I left, but of course my stupidity got the better of me and I didn't think to take an opportunity to relish your presence once more before I wss deprived of it.

I apologize for this. I know you are worried for me, but do not be. I have not been injured, and the mission so far has been quite tedious. These criminals are not as smart as they seem to believe they are. You would definitely laugh at them and their idiocy.

Keep me in your thoughts, but do not let them swallow you whole. I love you, Roohi. Take care of yourself, for me.

Your cheeks ached as you smiled while reading it multiple times. You knew you weren't allowed to write him back, since it wasnt safe and you also didn't know where he was.

But that didnt stop you from grabbing a pen and paper and writing your own letter for him to read when he got back.

The second letter came a month later in the same fashion:

Beloved,

The pain of your absence intensifies each day you are not with me. It is october now, and the only thing that could warm my nipped cheeks would be one of your soft kisses. I know how much you love the fall. You'd look so beautiful in one of my sweaters you insist on wearing. Absolutely singular.

There is something I must tell you. I hate to say it like this where I cannot see your face, thought this will have to do since you will scold me when i return to you for not telling you immediately after it happened. I have been injured, a bullet graze to the shoulder. A simple scratch and nothing to be worried over.

I am fine, I promise. Do not worry. The shooter has been dealt with, and the wound has almost healed. Though, this injury has made the urge to return to you almost unbearable.

I stay up some nights simply thinking of you. Thinking of the baked treats you'd have in your oven during this season. Thinking of how I am unable to comfort you after a stressful day of your classes. Thinking of what may happen to you while I am away.

I know I shouldn't. My siblings all watch over you. They consider you family, as i do. I have also told you not to worry for me, yet here I am doing what I say you shouldn't. But I cannot help it.

You know how much I miss you. But there is nothing to be done to soothe the ache of missing you until I return. I love you, Habibti. Please do not let stress and nerves get to you while I am away.

The third came 2 days before Thanksgiving.

Habibti, I apologize for not being able to be with you for Thanksgiving. I know it is a special holiday for loved ones to be together on, and I loathe the fact that I am missing it.

My patience is thinning. It is proving harder to detain these miscreants than we initially thought, and my irritation surmounts each day.

I correct myself on what I said in my previous letter. The pain of your absence doesnt intensify each day, it intensifies each hour-each second. Each dragging and endless hour here i could be spending at home with you. But I am stuck here, much to my father and I's chagrin.

I arranged for you to have a seat at the table at the manor for the holiday. Alfred is planning for you to attend, if you have no other plans. You mentioned previously that your parents are on a cruise, so I arranged for you to spend Thanksgiving at the manor.

Brown has said she hasn't seen you in a while, and and Grayson misses your jokes, so they wouldn't mind you attending, of course.

Go have fun there. I do not want you to be alone. I love you and I miss you, Omri. Stay safe and healthy.

It was December now, and you hadn't received a fourth letter. Gotham had been blanketed with snow by the twenty-fourth, the roads the hadn't been plowed and salted yet slick with ice and thick white flakes.

You drove up to the manor, planning on spending the holiday up there since you had no one else to spend it with. The rest of Damian's siblings all went out to greet you, Dick and Jason carrying presents you had stuffed in your trunk up into the house while Duke and Steph dragged you to the doors.

Cass was inside, sitting next to the large fireplace next to the Christmas tree with a warm mug warming her hands. She smiled at you as you came in and you waved, taking off your gloves and hat. Alfred made sure you had something warm to drink and you sat by the tree with everyone, talking and catching up after not seeing each other since Thanksgiving.

Your thoughts kept straying back to Damian during this time, a small frown tugging at your lips as you stared at the bit of hot chocolate you had left in your mug.

Duke noticed your expression quickly and sat next to you, nudging your shoulder with his own. "You okay?"

You looked over at him, trying to smile a bit. "Yeah. I'm fine. I just… i wish Damian were here. This would be our first Christmas together."

He nodded, leaning back into the couch cushion. "Yeah, I get it. He's been gone for months and he's missing Christmas with everyone for this mission. So is Bruce."

You sighed softly, looking over and Tim and Steph in a silly debate with Jason, all of them smiling and chuckling with each other. "Thats one thing I don't like about him being a vigilante. He misses stuff. I don't hold any of it against him but… it makes me sad, you know? That he isnt even here to spend Christmas together."

Steph suddenly piped up across from you, smirking at something over your shoulder. "Don't speak too soon."

"Beloved." You whirled around at the voice, almost dropping your mug on the couch at the sight of Damian. He was standing in the doorway of the room, wrapped in coat with his hands on his pocket, a scarf around his neck that emphasized his flushed cheeks and nose. He smiled softly at your shocked expression.

"Damian," you breathed, immediately standing and striding over to him. His arms immediately engulfed you, pressing you against his chest as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

He hummed, sighing agsinst your neck. "You weren't at your apartment."

"No, I came here to spend Christmas with everyone," you mumbled into his neck. "I brought presents."

"Did you?"

"Mhm."

"Good thing I brought a present of my own then." You pulled back just enough to see Damian pull a small box from his pocket, along with an envelope taped to it.

Your cheeks flushed. "You didn't have to get me anything."

"Of course I did," he says firmly, lifting your hand to place the box into it. He keeps his eyes on yours, earnest and tender. "Open it. See if it's to your liking."

Your blush deepened, your fingers gently peeling the envelope off the lid of the box and placing it under your arm before opening the box. Inside sat a ring, not a wedding ring (though you wouldn't have minded too much if it was one). The band was gold and thick, engraved with cursive letters along the inside, and had a large emerald sitting atop it. The same shade as Damian's eyes, bold and glinting in the light of the fire next to you both.

Your lips parted in surprise, eyes snapping back up to him as you sputter for a response. "Damian-" your voice cracked and you swallowed thickly. "I-i cant take this. Its gorgeous, and I know it was insanely expensive-"

"It was worth every penny," he interrupts, kissing on your forehead. "I assume you like it then?"

"Damian, I love it," you grin at him, cheeks flushed and eyes glinting in a way that made his heart ache.

"Good." He holds your free hand, stroking your knuckles as he nods toward the letter. "I didn't bother sending it in the mail since I would be back by Christmas."

You glanced down at it before shaking your head. You leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling back to see his cheeks a deep red now instead of pink.

You giggled. "I'll open it tomorrow. I have you here now."

Damian's face softened, the usually firm lines smoothing over as he rested his forehead against yours.

It was a tender moment before you remembered all his siblings were in the room. "Awww, look at the cute love birds!" Dick exclaimed, clutching his chest as if his heart hurt.

Stephanie grinned and leaned heavily into Tim, almost making him fall over. "Young love!"

"Be quiet, you imbeciles," Damian huffed, pulling back to glare at them over your shoulder. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room as they kept teasing him, leading you to his room.

"What about your family?" You chuckled, squeezing his hand."

Later. I want to see you alone, hayati. It's been months." He brushed his lips agsinst your cheek. "I want to touch you."

You bit your lip to hide your smile. You knew it was going to be a long night.

a/n: I AM SO SORRY IF ANY OF THE ARABIC IS INCORRECT AND PLEASE TELL ME IF IT IS.

Oh my fawkkkkk this is so ass. Can you guys tell i miss Christmas 😒 listened to Luis Miguel's album "Romance" while writing and it was perfect for this (fic also based on the song of the same name as the fic within this album). Probably buns and ooc but its okay. It's kinda long sorry i just enjoyed writing Dami since I haven't before and plan to do more in the future.

© diamond-eyez | all rights reserved

[majoryeager104]

malleus has quite a few sketchbooks

it’s a habit of his to sketch and paint ruins that fascinate him, as well as draw a fair amount of gargoyles. Sometimes he’d even draw Lilia, silver, and Sebek. It’s a keepsake for him to admire later when those things he cares about are long since gone. It’s a ceremony of remembrance for him, as well as a show of love. When he fills a sketchbook, someone typically puts it in the royal archive to be kept as a part of the princes history…though he’s sometimes not even aware of this fact.

and as of late, the servants back at the castle have noticed that when he returned for winter break, his full sketchbooks contained…a lot more than ruins and gargoyles, or the princes guardians.

they contained a stranger. A human with a bright smile who was drawn with such impeccable detail, you’d think the prince was trying to convey something divine. In his bags, the servants found thousands of pictures of you.

The sketchbooks were shown to the queen herself in the shock of it all- Malleus loving a human?!?- and yet she dismissed the servants with something that almost looked like amusement and fondness. She’d seen it all before, it was like Déjà vu

She’d always found it sweet how malleus had picked up arts such as this, as it was something his father did when he was younger. She saw in those sketchbooks malleus drawing you the same way Raverne drew Malenor a million times, and she knew exactly what it meant

the prince had a crush

[brrriga-me-za-modu]

Killugon Post-Reunion Wishlist

Gon sees Killua crying for the first time

Gon finds out about shinjuu

Yearner Gon

Waking up from nightmares and comforting each other

A hug

Talking about That Night

Yearner Gon

Everybody being onto them while they're oblivious

Something shifting in their relationship that they both notice

One of those corny ass scenes like Killua saying "the moon looks so pretty tonight doesn't it" and Gon says "yeah" while he's looking at Killua

Yearner Gon

Working together in combat with their new dynamic

Yearner Gon

Gon being absolutely stupid for Killua

[universesweetheart]

Flower Crown (Michael Jackson x Reader)

Bestfriend OTW Michael x Reader, they're both dorks and crushing on each other, idiots in love, oblivious at first, fluff, yearner mj cause he invented it ofc Also (spoiler for the fic ahead lol idk?) this is what I was imagining in my head when reader was putting flowers in his afro but I don't know if I wrote it descriptive enough sorry guys (Photo creds to emmeline on Pinterest)

Also first time writing for THE Michael Jackson, hope I did him justice My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

Today was the day! 

The day you'd finally get to see your best friend after months! He's been busy with his new album and all that music stuff you barely had any idea about 

You just knew that today he'd be coming home and you two had plans to hang out, plans you made on one of the many late night phone calls with Michael over the months. 

You had your afternoon planned, wanting to get away from his family and have some quiet time with your best friend. 

As soon as you saw Michael, you pounced on him, hugging him tightly, "Oh! How I've missed you" you whisper against his shirt

"Oof" he stumbled as he caught you, hugging you back as he lifted you off your feet, "Little lady is excited" he laughs when you glare up at him 

"Missed you too" he smooths out your hair, mostly trying to distract himself from looking at your lips, he was, and still is, a gentleman. 

Michael was heads over penny loafers in love with you, he just didn't wanna ruin the friendship by confessing his feelings. What if he made it weird? What if you ended the friendship? Dear lord, he couldn’t lose you!

"Let's go, I don't wanna waste any time" he ushers you into the car, Bill already putting the basket you packed into the trunk

To Bill delivering you both to a nature hide out, it was quiet and peaceful, you could hear the birds and the breeze, and gentle sunlight was pouring down onto you two, all and all to say that it was beautiful. 

"I appreciate this so much, you didn't have to"

"Shut up," you smile, "I wanted to" you help him spread the soft blanket out onto the grass, "And I wanted to be different too" 

"You always do" he teases, slipping off his shoes and plopping down onto the blanket, "I like that about you" 

Joining him you, you smile brightly, "I have all your favourites" 

"I just want you" 

"..."

He closes his eyes at the silence from your end, letting an awkward smile stretch across his lips

"You bastard" you accused, Michael always liked teasing you and it made you flustered to no end because you knew he wasn't being serious. THE Michael Jackson would want you like that? He was surrounded with fans and models, he couldn’t want you…right? 

Michael sits up, taking a bottle of orange juice and downing it in one go, stealing glances at you

"Let's eat" 

"Okay" He smiles and shifts over to you, thighs touching yours as he settles in, eagerly biting into the food your prepared 

"How are you, really?" You ask, taking a bite of your food, stealing glances of your best friend as he eats. How can one look so beautiful and elegant whilst eating? He simply was just that guy.

"Hmm, I am well?" 

"You don't sound sure" you tease

Michael bums his shoulder into yours playfully, "You silly girl"

That gets a giggle out of you, "No, truly I'm always here" 

He looks at you, you find yourself heating up internally, hoping Michael doesn't catch the cherry red in your cheeks now 

"Let's enjoy this, here, I don't want to taint this moment with my burdens" 

"Okay King of Stubbornness" you sass, finishing up your meal and getting up to stretch your legs

Michael laughs at that, you practically hear the church bells ringing already, gods you were in the trenches 

"Hey! Get back here" he gets up and runs after you

Screaming and giggling in joy you start running, as fast as you can but it's no match for his long legs and soon enough Michael lanky frame is crashing into your body and you both are toppling onto the ground 

Rolling over each other from the sheer force of impact and finally slowing down until you're both laid out in the field, flowers all around, straight out of picture book

"You're an idiot," you accuse, sitting up and hugging your legs to your chest, "A long legged idiot at that" 

He giggles, sitting up and mirroring your actions, "And you can't accept defeat" he pokes your cheek to annoy you further 

"It's not defeat if I didn't know I were in a race"

"You even got a headstart too"

Pushing his hand away, you turn away from him in faux anger, quickly getting distracted with the flowers in front of you 

Before you know it, you're picking tiny flowers and tucking the stems into each other, forming a beautiful woven flower crown

"Whatcha doing, pretty girl" Michael creeps over to you, resting his chin on your shoulder to see what you're doing 

"Ignoring my best friend, he's so mean to me" you mumble, continuing to add more flowers to the crown

"That guy sounds like trouble" he mumbles in amusement, sweet voice right near your ear as he curiously watch you make the flower crown

"He is, I swear he's gonna give me a heart attack one day" you lifted up your crown, proudly show casing it to the invisible audience 

Michael claps in joy, stealing the crown from you and slipping it onto your head, "Perfect," he smiles, adjusting stray hairs around your face. 

Just an excuse to keep touching your face for a little longer, really. 

Picking another flower from the field you tuck it into his afro, then another and another, until his hair is filled with tiny little flowers peaking out his afro. 

Michael pauses as you work quietly, he's nervous, more than when he's on stage in front stadiums full of fans

He feels as if one wrong move, a breath too loud might break this beautiful tranquil moment with his favourite person in the whole wide world. 

You cup his cheeks and turn his head side to side, admiring your work, smiling proudly, "You look so...ridiculous" you start giggling 

"Hey!" He laughs, grabbing your wrists 

"I'm kidding, Mikey. You look ethereal" you whisper, giving him a toothy smile he can't help mirroring

God dammit he was a lost cause when it came to you

Catching his stare, you stare back quietly, time seeming to tick by slower as if the Gods themselves wanted to watch this moment unfold

His bambi eyes betray him as they slip away from your gaze and down to your lips 

The realization hits you too quick, cheeks heating up as you blush 

Michael's hands are still holding your wrists, "...May I, please, I need to kiss you" he whispers, it's pained and his brows furrowed in want, in need.

"Oh Michael, I would like that very much, plea-"

His lips are on yours before you even get to finish your sentence, desperate and hungry as he releases your wrists and cups your cheeks

Michael kisses like there is no tomorrow, he takes the breath out of you, swallowing your sweet sounds of soft moans and pleasurable sighs

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he let's himself fall backwards, taking you with him. Landing with a soft thud on the grass, he hugs you closer, kissing you needily and even when you pull away to breathe it has him whining like a sad puppy as he buries his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent, a mixture of your perfume and natural scent of your sweat from being outdoors and running around 

"You ruined me thoroughly, pretty girl" 

"Stop talking like that" you panic, blush creeping down your neck, Michael nips the soft flesh there, "Kiss me again, please, I need it, baby, please baby" he begs sweetly against your skin

"You're so spoiled" you huff, tilting his head back and sealing your lips to his, smiling against his lips when he playfully nips your tongue and then soothingly sucks it better 

"Bastard"

"Your bastard, baby" he smiles, bringing you back in for another sweet sweet kiss.

[dragonfly-monocle]

He's so gorgeous I haven't been able to think straight since this movie

these fics have been saving me, straight up I crave more.

[bobeepop]

Bruce and Clark in a situationship.

Not that Clark hasn’t tried to change that, Bruce never fails to draw a line that they aren’t dating. He’s allowed to say they’re together, that he thinks that he’s the prettiest person he’s ever seen, that he’d rather die than not see Bruce anymore.

He’ll wait out Bruce’s attachment and abandonment issues, gladly, but for now he’ll let Bruce find solace in his arms.

[scribl-oi]

Jacques the moment news broke out that Damon will be returning to williams as an ambassador