p-writes

[p-writes]

A Bone-Deep Chill | Part 2 | (Geralt of Rivia x F!Reader)

After a cold night warming up in Geralt's arms, it's not clear where your relationship with the Witcher stands. Read part one here!

Friends-to-cuddling- lovers, fluff, almost-Smut, Reckless ignoring of morning breath, jaskier continuing to be nuisance (I love him really) [3.6k]

CW: hypothermia, 18+ (references to smut) || Geralt Masterlist

⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔ ⚔

You awoke to warmth. Around you, beside you, contrasted by the chill of the room where the thick blankets had slipped away from your back.

You awoke to Geralt’s steady breathing, the fidgeting of his body as he slept, the tickle of his hair against your neck.

It must have been early morning, the light outside still weak, the air heavy and the world silent after the storm had cleared. The inn was quiet too, no creaking in the corridors or strange sounds seeping in from other rooms.

The flames in the fireplace were low, wood burned to smouldering embers, and you supposed Geralt must have rebuilt the fire at some point during the night. It was still emitting warmth, and your cheeks felt dry from spending the night so near to flames.

The bed was strangely close to the fireplace, a few yards away from the hearth. You remembered Geralt dragging it across the room, with you curled up on the mattress. Furs and coats were stacked on top of the blankets, every warm, dry textile he had been able to find stacked onto your bodies.

You remembered how poorly the Witcher had hidden his fear, felt your heart ache for the panic and worry bare on his face. Thought of the brothers he had lost in his youth, trying every trick he could to warm them up and failing anyway in the face of the uncaring weather.

He was quiet, his breath coming steadily, shifting slightly in his sleep. You nestled into him. His arm tightened against your clothed waist.

For a few moments you stared, thought, let yourself mourn for the cruelty of Geralt’s childhood, the pain he hid. The fear you felt as you realised how dangerous your situation had been. You closed your eyes for a moment, holding the arm which pinned you to him, a moment of silent gratitude that he would brush off if it was verbalised. He fidgeted, his jaw nestled into your shoulder. You were pressed into his pillow, could feel the movement of his chest as he mumbled.

“You awake?”

“Yeah.”

You could feel him slightly smiling, contentment escaping him as he sighed.

“That was… quite bad,” you murmured.

You had been disorientated, confused. That scared you the most. You wondered if you should apologise to Geralt. Or if that would upset him more.

“It was,” he rumbled. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Very warm,” you smiled, and Geralt huffed, pulling you even more tightly against him.

With this many layers on, all you could feel was the heat of the Witcher, like a furnace behind you. You wondered if he could control his temperature. He’d certainly told you he could alter his heartbeat.

“Good. Can you feel your toes?”

You jostled your sock-clad feet lightly against his, the movement covered by layers upon layers of blankets. Geralt lazily hooked a leg over both of yours, trapping you against kicking him, and you laughed at his easy control. You could feel the slightest flex of his muscles as you struggled, but you knew he was barely awake. Not even trying. You struggled for a few seconds before giving up and relaxing, making the Witcher laugh.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Seems that way,” you agreed, settling back into the early-morning peace, settling back against Geralt.

He was silent for a moment, leaving his leg in place, his jaw still pinning you down. It didn’t seem like intentional control of your movement – just Geralt being clingy.

“You didn’t crush me in my sleep, then?”

Geralt snorted, though you did wonder if Jaskier’s comments had touched a nerve.

“Doesn’t look that way, though I can certainly try,” he mumbled.

“Don’t –”

The Witcher shifted his weight onto you slightly, rolling forward until you grunted a complaint, and he dropped back onto the mattress behind you.

“Funny.”

He snorted, clearly amusing himself. You tried to hide your fond smile. Hide your blush. Ignore how comforting it felt to be completely trapped beneath him.

“I’m glad you agree.”

You stretched your neck slightly, Geralt letting you jostle him until you settled again. He didn’t let go of you.

“Thank you for looking after me yesterday,” you murmured. It was hard to say. Embarrassing. You pressed your face into the pillow, knowing Geralt could hear the quickening of your pulse.

“Of course.”

He let you nap, body softening against yours as he drifted in and out of sleep himself. Each time you awoke the sunlight was stronger, the room warmer. Gradually the pair of you shed the blankets you were covered by, furs thrown in a pile beside the bed, socks shucked off when you awoke too warm.

By the time the room was bathed completely in morning light the fire was completely extinguished, Geralt’s shirt had ridden up, you had shifted the covers down to keep a comfortable temperature.

“It looks like a beautiful day,” you commented idly, catching a flash of golden irises before Geralt closed his eyes again.

Maybe he was pretending to sleep. Maybe just relaxing. Either way, the gentle crossing his face betrayed him.

“The weather here makes no sense.”

“It’s certainly unpredictable,” Geralt conceded, eyes still closed.

You sighed, moved to get out of bed. The Witcher fumbled for your arm, hand on your forearm. Not holding you in place. Just suggesting it.

“Geralt –”

“I think we should go somewhere safer next. More travelled roads.”

“It’s hardly unsafe here –”

“It is.”

You laid back down, facing him and snuggling back into the sheets. You wouldn’t have the luxury of a real bed for a while after tonight.

You heard the faint shuffling of footsteps in the next room. The strum of a lute. Geralt rolled his eyes, preparing some quip. You distracted him.

“Where do you want to go?”

He shrugged. There were monsters everywhere. In places where they were rarer, people would pay more. It didn’t matter to Geralt.

“I’ve always wanted to see Lyria. Apparently it’s beautiful.”

“It is,” he murmured, eyebrows raised in approval.

There was a wistfulness on his face, eyes watching you lazily as he remembered the place.

“Have you been?”

Geralt hummed in the affirmative.

“What’s it like?”

You watched his face, ready for a story. They weren’t always easy to wring from the Witcher – but you loved when he told them.

“Beautiful,” he smiled, “very peaceful, usually. Not far from Rivia.”

He didn’t match the small smile you gave him at that, the realisation you had chosen

“We could visit, Geralt of Rivia.”

“There’s not much to visit,” he smiled sadly, and you frowned.

“I’ve heard – ”

He cut you off. He wasn’t harsh. Just assertive.

“No.”

You dropped the issue, holding your tongue in lieu of an apology. He would prefer your silence.

“Sorry, I just… let’s go to Lyria,” he offered.

“You don’t need to explain. Lyria sounds lovely.”

Tentatively, you reached out to rub his arm. You were anticipating being shaken off, or a glare. He murmured his thanks, covered your hand with his, pulled it from his bicep to hold it on the mattress between you.

You stared at the spot where your hands were joined. Tried to hide your nervousness, your confusion. If Geralt had any kind of tactile nature, it was completely new to you. You liked it.

There was a crash from the other room. Swearing in the colourful way only a bard would swear. The Witcher huffed, you could feel his irritation in the stiffening of his grip, if it in the squaring of his shoulders. He rolled onto his back.

“Jaskier needs to sort his shit out,” Geralt grumbled.

“He probably stubbed his toe, if that makes you feel better.”

Geralt laughed, and you relished in it.

“It does,” he murmured finally.

You heard a knocking on the door. Jaskier calling your names. Geralt flopped his head towards you, movement heavy. Only a pillow apart, you could see the fine lines on his forehead, the light stubble lining his chin.

“It’s early, we can stay here longer,” he murmured, too quiet for the bard to hear.

You hummed.

Comfort was rare, on the road. This was a luxury. It was unlike Geralt, but you suspected he would lie here until the innkeeper kicked you out.

He was more tired than he let on, you realised.

“Do you think he’ll go away?” you whispered, making Geralt stifle a laugh.

“I hope so.”

“You’re terrible. You love him really.”

“He doesn’t make it easy.”

The banging on the door was louder this time, enough to wake anyone who might still be sleeping. You sighed, climbing out of bed despite Geralt’s noise of discontentment. You flexed the hand you had disentangled with the Witcher – it had felt so natural, to hold his hand. Lie beside him.

You shuddered at the cool floorboards against your bare feet, taking a moment before you opened the door. Before Geralt could speak, you opened the door quickly, stepping into the hallway to face the bard.

“Geralt’s still asleep,” you whispered urgently, pointedly keeping the door open only a crack.

Jaskier wrinkled his nose, irritation plain on his features. Geralt was usually dragging both of you out of bed, eager to keep moving. The bard exhaled loudly.

“Lazy oaf.”

Geralt bristled behind you, you could hear the shift of the bedframe.

“Yeah, well – none of us could sleep much. Noisy neighbour.”

The bard had enough decency to look at his feet, and you darkly hoped he felt some guilt. He didn’t mutter an apology, but his shame was enough.

“Could you find out about breakfast for us?” you continued, “I’ll try and wake him up.”

“Better you than me –”

You cut off yet another jab from the bard, you weren’t in the mood to hear it.

“Breakfast, Jaskier?”

“Fine!”

He made one last attempt to peer into the room, but you kept the door close behind you.

“Thanks!”

You stepped back into the room and closed the door. No one needed another argument first thing in the morning. Before you even looked at him, you knew Geralt would have a raised eyebrow for you.

“It’s not like me to sleep in,” he joked dryly.

You rolled your eyes, pausing by the headboard to bicker with him.

“Yeah, well – in fairness you wouldn’t get out of bed, ‘lazy oaf’.”

“Why would I? I’ve got a beautiful woman to keep warm.”

You had expected teasing. A barb back. It was his usual gruff tone, that rumbling baritone which sank right through to your bones. You stopped in your tracks, his golden eyes never leaving yours as you stared at him.

“Geralt –”

“Come back to bed.”

You carefully sat in the bed beside him, propped up against the headboard, watching Geralt. He was still laying on his side, an elbow bracing his head, eyes trained on you.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm the pounding in your chest.

“What did you say?”

“I think you heard.”

It was hard to look at him, your face hot. The air felt thick, viscous with tension as you tried to drag breath into your lungs.

“Geralt…”

Even under the sheet you could see the curves of his body, the bulk of his untensed muscles and the length of his legs. You suddenly felt worried to lay beside him, afraid of what it might now mean.

He had been so gentle, so kind to you. You knew he was a great friend. Now, you wondered what he would be like as something more.

“I’m not afraid of much, but yesterday… I couldn’t sleep for hours. Until you were warm. I just kept thinking about what would have happened if I had fallen asleep before I found you. Or if I couldn’t have… done anything.”

“It still wouldn’t have been your fault –”

“That’s not what I mean.”

You frown at him even as anticipation builds in your chest, your body jumping to conclusions as your mind refuses to believe it.

“Did you lock the door?”

Blinking at him, you know you should turn to check.

“I don’t know –”

He gave you time to refuse, to push him away or escape, the world suddenly slowing down as the Witcher hauled himself up. Then, everything felt immediate. Geralt’s hand over your waist, dragging you closer, pulling you down to him as he sat up. Half-slumped against the pillows your hands found his ribs, blindly clutching at the side-seams of his shirt while he came face to face with you.

Both of you had unbrushed hair and morning breath. You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You kissed him, an odd push-pull as both of you projected your uncertainty, hands grasping and hearts racing. As Geralt finally smiled into the kiss, you couldn’t help laughing. He pulled away, stoicism replaced with an openness he reserved only for you.

“Gods, I feel like a teenager,” you exhaled, trying to suppress a laugh at the shock you felt.

Geralt raised an eyebrow and pulled you in again, more certain this time. Leading you. A proper kiss. A kiss with none of the messiness and nervousness, instead it was serious. His hands were assertive as they cupped your jaw and waist, making you groan against his mouth.

Absently, you wondered if he was trying to prove something. It made his kiss all the more endearing.

When you broke apart he kept his grip on you, your hands slipping to his waist. You could feel the movement of his muscles as he held himself above you, his torso moving with each heavy breath.

“Tell me what you were going to say before,” you insisted, eyes drifting to the slight reddening of his lips.

You brushed snow-white hair from his face, privately enjoying his shudder.

“I’m sure you’ve figured it out,” he murmured, voice soft.

The hand on your jaw migrated to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his expression. You swore you could melt under the intensity of his stare.

“Tell me anyway.”

“I don’t want to do this without you. As long as you’ll have me…” he trailed off, gaze drifting to the wall behind you as he struggled to articulate what he was feeling.

You refused to interrupt, watching his mind work until his gaze snapped back to you.

“I want this. I love you.”

“I love you too, Geralt.”

He smiled indulgently, kissing you again. He pulled you flush to him, into a bear hug that melted your heart. You had a question, and Geralt groaned as you asked it, creating inches of unwanted space between your lips.

“Could you hear my heartbeat speed up? When you called me beautiful?”

He smiled softly.

“I did. I should remind you more often.”

“You should.”

His weight was getting uncomfortable, and you kissed him once more before shuffling free. He let you go, watching patiently as you repositioned yourself straddling his lap.

As you leant in to kiss him again you heard a knock at the door. Jaskier. With a groan you moved to answer it. Firm hands on your hips stopped you, mischief painted all across Geralt’s face as you stared down at him in puzzlement.

“Leave it.”

His smug smile made you want to kiss the expression off his face. He beat you to it, pulling you down to his lips, making you laugh at the force of it.

“OH! My gods.”

So, the door was unlocked. You startled, shoving at Geralt’s chest to sit up and face a slaw-jawed Jaskier, suddenly very aware that you were straddling the Witcher. Fully-clothed, but definitely straddling the Witcher

“Jaskier!”

The bard was carrying a tray of plates and tankards, and you were glad he hadn’t dropped it in shock. He stared for a moment too long, and you moved to take the plates. Yet again Geralt’s hands on your hips prevented you from moving, and as you sank back down you realised abruptly why the Witcher wanted your body covering his lap.

He said nothing, watching Jaskier with a scowl as the bard floundered near the door.

“You can just –” you began.

“I’ll leave these here,” Jaskier agreed, awkwardly crouching to place the tray on the floorboards.

When the door clicked shut Geralt huffed out a laugh. You groaned, forehead against his and your whole face burning hot with the embarrassment of being caught. You knew the Witcher wouldn’t care, but Jaskier had a big mouth. This complicated things.

“It’s not funny,” you complained, eyes closed.

You felt Geralt laugh again.

“He should learn to knock.”

“I should learn to lock doors,” you whined, and Geralt murmured a half-hearted agreement.

You could tell he really didn’t care. You did, though.

“Could’ve been worse,” the Witcher pointed out, “you’re still dressed.”

His fingers were creeping under your shirt, and you batted his hand away. How he was still in the mood, you had no idea. The break in tension was a strange thing. It reminded you that this was Geralt. The Geralt who bathed in streams and skinned wild animals. The Geralt who slayed beasts and defended you when townsfolk were cruel and seemed so, completely, unattainable.

You were lost in thought as he pulled you in for a kiss. Lost in thought as the shift in your weight made him groan, and you could feel him hard and heavy against your inner thigh.

You ground your hips against him for good measure, and the Witcher grunted at the movement.

“Really, Geralt?”

“It’s unlikely he’ll come back in,” he pointed out, just enough smugness in his tone to make you grin.

“True –”

You tried to muffle a scream as Geralt rolled you off him, covering your body with his own. Geralt shucked off his own shirt, pointed incisors visible through his smile – a smile you couldn’t help returning.

He reached for your shirt, helping you take it off, gaze roaming appreciatively. His fingers played with the waistband of your trousers, and you saw him flash a grin as your hips canted off the mattress.

“If you can’t be quiet, it’s unlikely he’ll stay in the room next door either.”

The Witcher looked so proud of himself, you couldn’t help it:

“Are you that confident?”

He took your challenge with a lazy head tilt, shuffling down the bed to rest his chin on your thigh. You couldn’t help the clenching of your muscles, so close to that contented grin, his hair brushing your stomach as you breathed slowly in and slowly out.

“Are you?” he countered, fingers already drifting lower over your clothes.

The Witcher could hear your pulse, he could probably taste your excitement in the air. You propped yourself up and challenged him anyway.

“Try me.”

*

You were aching in all the best ways as you sat beside Geralt in bed, eating breakfast and giddy from the hormones racing through your body. The sheet was pulled up to your chests, much to his disappointment, keeping the sweat on your hot skin from giving you a chill.

The sun was settled in the sky, the light maturing into a pleasant midday brightness which bathed the room. It was irresponsible not to be on the road by now. You didn’t quite care.

There was no lute strumming in the room next door – you supposed Jaskier might be busking. Or have permanently left. You could apologise later. Or not.

Geralt was as peaceful as you had ever seen him, his face as relaxed as it had been in sleep, enjoying mouthfuls of fruit and oats without a care other than his own enjoyment of the food. He had been generous. Surprisingly giving. Unsurprisingly in possession of an outrageous amount of stamina. But you liked to think you gave him a fair challenge – he was slick with sweat too.

When you finished eating you would find water to wash yourselves up. Brush his hair. Arrange provisions and pay Roach’s stabler.

For now, you would enjoy your oats and apple juice.

Periodically the Witcher would look over to watch you, or lace your hands together to make it twice as difficult and twice as lovely to eat. He had kissed your forehead as he fetched the tray and settled in bed with it.

Now he was watching you again, combing a stray lock of hair back from your face and then just sitting idly. Finally he spoke.

“You’ll like Lyria,” he promised, “the food is good. The roads are paved for miles and miles. They are kind to me, usually. Moreso than in other places.”

“Good,” you agreed, “I like the sound of that.”

“Scala and Spalla too.”

“Yeah?”

You were surprised he was planning further ahead, looking further ahead than the next place he could slay beasts.

“I think you’d like them. They’re close to Lyria. South of Rivia.”

You remained quiet, nodding, smiling at the thought of Geralt possessing an itinerary.

“They’re good patrons of the arts, down there. We could leave Jaskier, go to Kaer Morhen for winter.”

Another mouthful of oats excused you from speaking. Geralt glanced at you, and continued.

“It’s not the warmest, but it’s safe. I’ll keep you safe.”

Schooling your expression, you hid a wince. There was a desperation in his voice. A pleading. A question.

“I know you will.”

“I promise – ”

“Geralt. I know you will.”

[p-writes]

So cute omg !!

𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐨

Okay, I’ve fallen hard and fast for that man so have this little story. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki 🖤

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You’d been pretty sure Eddie Munson didn’t reciprocate your feelings - until the Upside Down gets you, and Eddie gets to prove that he might be brave after all. (Takes place during episode 7 when they’re at Lover’s Lake

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | bantering, humor, angst with a happy ending, fluff, Eddie in full protective rage mode while being absolutely soaked

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 2.5 k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | a bit of blood, canon-conform violence

If you enjoyed this, please consider commenting and/or reblogging to help me share my content! 🖤 

“It’s a fricking stupid idea.”

“Yeah. You already said that,” you sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna say it again and again and again until they’re back up here.”

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why Eddie Munson was making you that furious right now. He just did. With his messy hair and radiant smiles and twinkling eyes and the way he made you laugh like no one ever did before. And the way he totally didn’t reciprocate the feelings that had taken roots in your heart when you’d bumped into him in the cafeteria two years ago, giving you that radiant smile that had even back then made your heart burst into a flurry of butterflies when he’d first graced you with it. The feelings which, in the past four days, had begun to grow into more than a simple crush.

You’d spent these past days bickering in that way that always left your mind reeling as you tried to make out whether he was flirting with you…or if that was just the way he was. Flirtatious. Outgoing. Adorable and kind.

And right now, all these pent-up feelings you were harboring for Eddie Munson, the worry about him and the rest of your friends, combined with his stubborn desire to wait it out, got the best of you.

With a glance towards the tiny figures of Robin, Max, Lucas and Dustin at the shore in the distance, who’d agreed to stay behind while Nancy, Steve, Eddie and you had climbed into the boat and paddled out to find the portal, you made a decision.

“That’s it,” you announced, shoving Dustin’s still whirring compass into Eddie’s hands as you rose from your seat, the boat swaying precariously, “I’m going after them.”

“No,” Eddie said, pointing his finger at you, “No, no, no, no more jumping! Why the Hell are you all so fond of jumping into that blasted lake? It’s like you’re painting a neon bull’s eye on your back! What are you, a lemming?!” His voice had risen a few octaves with panic as he watched you shrug off your own jacket, thrusting it at him with a glare that could have frozen Hell.

“You could have jumped in as well to see if they’re okay,” you said. “It’s been –“

Keep reading

[p-writes]

Doodles and Dates (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Artist! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Eddie has fallen for the quiet girl he sits next to in class who’s always drawing.

DM me if you wanna be on the Eddie tag list!:)

Keep reading

[p-writes]

That was so damn good!! I’m sad to see it end though

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter thirty

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Me: makes a posting schedule. Also me: immediately throws the schedule out the window. You know what? Fuck it. Here’s ch. 30 because you’ve suffered enough. 

This chapter is NSFW. 18+. You’re welcome. 

Songs for this chapter: The Beach by The Neighbourhood, Love You With the Lights On by Morgxn 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. If you donate, even a small amount, you get a teaser from an upcoming chapter!

Series Masterlist

word count: 5651

“I’m–I’ll go.” She gathered her blankets. Wished he would stop her. Talk to her. Let her sleep in his bed like all those weeks ago after he’d been stabbed.

He didn’t.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

Hes annoying.

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-nine

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: I’m sorry about chapter 28, guys. Really. I will (eventually) make up for it. Also, this was originally two separate chapters but I said fuck it and now you get a nice long chapter! Yay! Also I’m very sorry in advance for some of this chapter. You’ll see. 

Song for this chapter is Stay Close by SYML (the sparse version for the first part of the chapter, regular version for the rest of the chapter)

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. If you donate, even a small amount, you get a teaser from an upcoming chapter! 

Series Masterlist

word count: 7324

She could rest now.

Her eyes closed.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

CRAZY ASS CHAPTER OMG

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-eight

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: The gala chapter, part two, presented without comment. Song for this chapter is Stay Close- sparse by SYML. 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. If you donate, even a small amount, you get a teaser from an upcoming chapter!

Series Masterlist

word count: 4450

“You,” the mayor said with no small amount of surprise when he saw her.

“Me,” she said, and then she punched him in the face.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

Im catching up on the last few chapters and I’m shook af!!

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-seven

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: The gala chapter, part one, nice and long! I am so unbelievably excited about this chapter, and the remaining chapters. We’ve officially reached the climax of everything. 

Specific songs for the chapter: Middle of the Night (Violin) by Joel Sunny was the overall inspiration to include a gala chapter. The first slow dance song is Stay by Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko (thanks to @leastlikelytoachieve​ for the rec!). The second is Let Me Hold You by Nick Wilson (stolen from one of @whats-rambled-rambled​ ‘s fic playlists). Huge thanks to everyone for the song recs–there were so so so many great choices! 

Also: the reader’s dress (straps) and dress (shape), shoes, and earrings for this chapter. Oh and here is a very specific picture of Rob I looked at for this chapter oops (everyone say thank you Dior) 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. If you donate, even a small amount, you get a teaser from an upcoming chapter!

Series Masterlist

word count: 6636

He loved her, and he would have to let her go. That was all there was to it.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

They both make me wanna rip my hair out.

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-six

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: I literally can’t wait to share each chapter with everyone, I hope you all know that! These next few chapters especially. That’s about all I have to say, besides my usual thank you for all of the love, comments, messages, etc!! That and, yes, even I realize how idiotic these two are. Their feelings for each other can’t get much more obvious, yet they still refuse to cooperate. 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. Huge thanks to everyone who has supported me already!! If you donate, even a small amount, you get a teaser from an upcoming chapter!

Series Masterlist

word count: 4486

They left Maxwell for Gordon to deal with.

She pressed the button to take them down. “Let’s go home.” She swore to herself that Maxwell would get what was coming to him one day soon.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-four

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: So, in case you missed it, I’ve officially announced a sequel to this series set during the events of the movie! I have so many ideas and I’m so excited to continue writing these two lovable idiots. Thank you for all of the love on each chapter! 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi.

Series Masterlist

word count: 4428

Gordon let out a long breath. “You sure do seem to get in a disproportionate amount of trouble, y/n.”

“Trust me. You have no idea.”

Keep reading

[p-writes]

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-three

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Look, two chapters in a row as a treat! Thanks everyone for the well wishes, by the way! I slept like 10 hours last night, took a ton of meds, and had two naps today and honestly feel like a new person. After this I’ll be back to posting every other day! You guys are the best. Just throwing that out there. This chapter is one of my absolute favorites (she says as if she doesn’t say that about every chapter). 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi.

Series Masterlist

word count: 4282

“And you almost died because of me. You should have let me die.”

She turned and left before he could answer.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

Oooo why would she say that at the end 😫

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-two

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Sorry this one was a little later than usual, I’ve been a bit sick! For now though the plan is to post ch 23 tomorrow, since 21 and 22 are both a bit shorter. 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi.

Series Masterlist

word count: 2698

She would sacrifice everything for the man who had sacrificed everything for their city, and that alone scared her more than anything else.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

You know… the further I read this story the more I worry about the ending…

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty-one

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Not to be mushy, but like…it’s so incredible that people are loving this fic so much. This literally just started for fun and because my brain decided to make this movie a hyperfixation, & now I get tons of notes & comments & asks. Suffice it to say, I love you guys. I love that you love my fic. That’s all. This one is a little on the shorter side, I’m sorry! This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. 

Series Masterlist 

word count: 2816

It was time to figure out what the hell was going on in Gotham.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

An early update! Their dynamic is very interesting

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter twenty

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: I would like to again add a disclaimer that I did very little research on injuries etc! Also, this chapter doesn’t end on a cliffhanger, so you can breathe easier knowing that. 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. It means the world for me to be able to do what I love!

Series Masterlist

word count: 3901

But it was Bruce.

Now she just had to make sure he didn’t die.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter nineteen

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Apologizing again for the end of ch. 18!! At least I have a chance to post a few hours earlier than usual. I would also like to add the disclaimer that I do very little research about drugs, injuries, etc and only use the bare minimum information to suit the story and create angst/ drama. So…I can’t say anything is accurate on those fronts oops. 

This fic is now on ao3 here, if you’d like to bookmark it! And if you would like to support me further, consider giving via ko-fi. It means the world for me to be able to do what I love! 

Series Masterlist

word count: 3775 

It was a trap.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

No. Fucking. Way. I did not expect this at all I am completely shook af

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter eighteen

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Yay I have a chance to post several hours earlier than usual! Tumblr is still fucking up all the tags though, so I’m sorry about that. Also, I’m sorry in advance for the ending of this chapter…

If you feel like supporting me further, consider buying me a coffee on ko-fi (link in my bio because tumblr doesn’t like external links apparently). If you do donate, you get a specially curated teaser/ excerpt from an upcoming chapter! Huge shoutout to those who have supported me on ko-fi already!

word count: 3753

The tangled sheets and blankets smelled like Bruce. She inhaled deeply. Something inside her settled. Calmed.

Before she knew it she was drifting off to sleep.

Keep reading

[p-writes]

HELL YEAH FINALLLLLY!!! 10/10 Im so excited for the next part

middle of the night

battinson!bruce wayne x f!reader

chapter seventeen

summary:  y/n’s life changes immensely, starting with the Batman falling out of the sky right in front of her and ending with a promising new job at Wayne Manor. As her life intertwines with that of both Batman and Bruce Wayne, she begins to figure out that there’s more to both than meets the eye. No spoilers for the Batman movie.

a/n: Okay so if you somehow missed the action on my blog: I’m considering both adding this fic to ao3 (and still posting on tumblr) and also maybe possibly a sequel series set during the movie???? We’ll see on both of these things, but I think there’s a very strong possibility of both! Thanks again for all of the love. I can’t say it enough! You guys are really, truly the best. 

If you feel like supporting me further, consider buying me a coffee on ko-fi (link in my bio because tumblr doesn’t like external links apparently). If you do donate, you get a specially curated teaser/ excerpt from an upcoming chapter! Huge shoutout to those who have supported me on ko-fi already!

Series Masterlist

word count: 3171

Bruce wasn’t fine.

He wouldn’t be fine until this was over. Until she was safe. Until he had gotten rid of every monster that could hurt her.

Keep reading