#also if I ever find out how to put text in gifs I'll make this with subtitles

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ chan edition

member: lee chan (dino) x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points

word count: 714

summary: channie's boyfriend things <333

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles & insulting in a loving way

author's note: hello! normally this is where i would be oops i'm getting back into writing but i'll be completely honest this time and say that i am completely falling out of love with it and i genuinely haven't opened a wip in so damn long. if i wasn't so far into this series, I definitely would not have finished it....i want to write more but it just might take me a while to find my love for it once again...thanks for still reading though <3 sorry this is so late, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

Socially stupid bf <3 

If anyone sees you, they will always know that Chan is close behind 

Is so madly in love with you and doesn’t know how to live without you

Quality Time 

Loves taking you anywhere he goes, including dance practices or shopping 

Dinner dates are his thing - he’ll pull off the roses and candles and everything 

Constant texts when you can’t be together because of work or visiting family 

Such as hey i managed to find that sock that went missing in the laundry last week !! or how long do i put 12 pizza rolls in the microwave for 

Loves just being with you when you take part in your hobbies, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy them himself 

Gets worried that you’ll get angry with him because he’s always with you and knows that you need your alone time once in a while 

Words of Affirmation

Compliments you through jokes or insults type of boyfriend 

You’re all like “I love you,” and he’s like, “You wouldn’t if I was a worm though :(“ and then you roll your eyes because come on, how could someone not love Lee Chan

Always apologizes for things he doesn’t need to apologize for because he doesn’t want to upset you :((( 

I don’t think Chan would be a big fan of pet names, to be honest, but if he was, I think they would just be versions of your name :3 

Melts into a puddle when you compliment him because !!! you are complimenting him !!!! 

Basically he can dish out all the compliments, but the minute you try saying them back, he turns into a literal tomato because he’s embarrassed but also so madly in love 

Physical Touch

I think he is secretly one of the biggest cuddle bugs in svt and nobody can change my mind

When he laughs, he always manages to fall into you some way, whether that be resting his head on your shoulder or crumpling into you

Loves holding hands (especially in public) but not in a possessive way, more of a I constantly want to be around you kind of way 

And of course you love it because it’s Lee Chan and you love everything about him 

On the other hand, there are definitely days that he doesn’t feel confident in himself or that he deserves the love you give him :((( 

You know on those days that you need to show your affection and make the first moves yourself,,,he likes loving you, but sometimes he just needs to be shown that he can be loved too

Acts of Service 

I’m not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this category, because I feel it’s easier for Chan to say things rather than show it

He’s just not sure whether him making tea for you says “i love you” or “sup bro” and wants to make sure he gets the right message across 

Because of this, your relationship took a while to form because both of you cannot take a hint and were so convinced you didn’t like each other 

Absolutely loves helping you with literally everything: doing chores, studying, getting ready in the morning, as long as you are there with him, he doesn’t care and will do anything 

He doesn’t realize that what he does shows how much he loves you, he just thinks its normal to help you, and vice versa 

Sometimes you protest against his help but he’s just a BOY WHO IS IN LOVE let him do what he wants :( 

Gift Giving 

A huuuge fan of gift giving 

Will buy anything that you could ever want or need

Stuffed animals and snacks galore !!!! 

If you have menstrual cycles, he would totally be the type of boyfriend to go to the store and buy whatever products you need and surprise you with a bunch of snacks and treats throughout the week 

You of course also spoil him to the best of your ability and he loves it, but also always feels bad when you spend money on him in any way

Loves matching and customizable gifts !!! He likes to give you things that can make you laugh and remember a specific moment with him because he thinks it’s cute (and you think it’s sappy and adorable)

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[axelsagewrites]

Robb Stark*Cant Catch a Break

Pairing: robb x f!reader

Word count: 1223

Warnings: making out, sneaking around, almost oral, handjob, getting caught, slight begging, teasing, horny desperate robb, angry mother

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a/n: i promise i'll have some requests up soon i just am struggling with one of them the now so its taking me a bit plus christmas etc but enjoy some horny robb i wrote at 2 am

Ned and Catelyn had intrusted their eldest with the most important task ever. Babysitting the kids. As Robb waved goodbye to them as they drove out the driveway your headlights switched on a street back when you got the ‘they’re gone’ text. Hey, you had to seize the opportunity.

“Hey,” Robb grinned as he opened the door, deliberately leaning on the frame to show off his arms not that you were complaining.

“Hi,” you grinned back as you leaned up to kiss your boyfriend, ignoring the loud ew Arya gave as she walked past, “Do I not get to come in?” you pouted.

“I suppose you can,”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yeah,”

“On what conditions?”

“A kiss,”

“How about more than a kiss?” you teased as you kissed him again.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Whereas I’m going to kill myself if you two don’t get a room,” Jon grumbled as he walked down the stairs as Robb finally let you cross the threshold.

“Good idea Jon,” Robb smiled obnoxiously as he grabbed your hand, “You know where to find me. Now forget,” he said as he pulled you along up the stairs with him.

“Hey, you’re supposed to be babysitting!” Jon yelled.

“We’re not babies!” you heard Rickon yelling in the background as Robb pulled you into his room.

Usually in his snaps or video calls it was a mess but today it looked passable, “Oh you cleaned for me, how sweet,” you smiled as he closed the door, pushing your back against it as his lips dangled just above yours.

“What can I say? I’m a gentleman,”

You laughed as your hand snaked up to the back of his neck, “Its just a shame I don’t plan on acting very lady like,”

-

Usually, you loved Robbs siblings but if one more knocked on the goddamn door you may just combust. Sansa had come complaining about Arya hogging the tv which meant Arya then came to complain about Sansa being an ‘air head’ for watching reality tv which resulted in Robb going down to tell Jon to deal with it. Jon however had also been up about four times to ask dumb questions like where the batteries were or if you wanted any pizza put on or any other excuse, he could muster to ruins Robbs evening with a shit eating grin.

“Where were we?” Robb asked as he all but slammed the door after helping Jon figure out the oven.

He crossed the room to where you sat on the edge of his bed. His lips quickly found yours as he moved you to lay down on his bed. “This is better,” he teased as his lips moved to your jaw, kissing down your neck as his soft hands slipped under the thin fabric of your top which he’d tried to get off at least three times already.

As his hands cupped your tits, squeezing slightly making him groan against your skin there was a soft knock on the door. Robb groaned so pathetically you wondered if he’d cry, “What?” he called.

However, Rickon took this as come in which he did making Robb quickly shoot up to be kneeling over you as you fixed your top as Rickon pouted, “Its bedtime,”

“Goodnight little man. Close the door on your way out,”

“But story time,”

“Get Jon to do it,”

“But you always do it,”

“So, it’s his turn,”

“but you’re better at it,” Rickon whined, stamping his four-year-old foot with a pouted lip.

You sighed as you looked to Robb, “Cmon how long can it take?” you whispered.

Robb sighed as he looked down at you, “But we were gonna…you know,” your head turned to Rickon then back to Robb and the look you gave him was enough, “Okay fine, c’mon Rickie,”

“What were you doing on top of her?” Rickon asked as he padded out the room, Robb quickly behind him to tell him never to repeat what he saw with the promise of candy.

-

You were straddling his lap as his head rested against the headboard. you had finally ditched the t-shirt leaving you in a cute bra and skirt as you grinded against Robb’s painfully hard bulge through his strained sweatpants. Thankfully the sweatpants were the only thing left on him. His hands had moved under your skirt, grabbing your ass as you tugged on his curls making him moan into your mouth.

Your lips moved to his jaw, kissing down his neck, “What are you doing?” he half groaned as your hands roamed his abs as your lips moved to his chest, kissing all the way down his torso.

“Can’t say you haven’t earned it,” you grinned, shuffling back as your hand moved to palm him over the fabric of his trousers making his head roll back, “Unless you want me to stop,” you teased.

“Dear god don’t stop,” he groaned as your hands toyed with the hem of his waist band. “You wanna hear me beg? is that it?” he asked, his desperate eyes searching your teasing ones.

“Maybe, could be kinda hot,” you teased as your hand slipped under the fabric to take hold of his hard on making him moan softly. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking it softly, “I like it when you’re all desperate,”

“Fuck please baby. I really am desperate, so fucking desperate please,” he said as your hand sped up slightly.

You grinned as you leaned down, moving the fabric away painfully slow to reveal his hard cock already wet with precum. You leaned down to place a kiss to his tip, Robbs hand moving to rest on the back of your head as your tongue poked out to lick it when suddenly the door slammed open, banging off the wall as laughter rang out.

You shot up as Robb quickly pulled up his sweats and jumped out of bed, accidentally pushing you on your back in the process, “Bran I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Robb screamed as he chased his cackling brother down the hall as you scrambled to pull your top back on and run after him to stop murder.

As Bran bolted down the stairs, Robb soon after him, and you just reaching the top of the stairs the front door swung open to reveal a once happy looking Ned and Catelyn. Their faces first turned to shock as Bran ran into his mothers’ arms still grinning like a Cheshire Cat then to confusion, then you felt Catelyn’s eyes fall on you and then quickly turn to Robb in anger.

Meanwhile Ned put the pieces together slightly slower before muttering “poor kid,” under his breath as you quickly rushed down the stairs.

“I’m just gonna-“you said, pointing to the door which you were soon heading out of, “yeah. Bye Robb, bye guys,” Cat watched you leave with a fury and Ned with a sorry glance.

“Wait but-“ Robb said, trying to reach out but you gave him a sorry look as you left the house, hearing him sigh and go, “Aw man!” he said before muttering, “I can’t Catch a fucking break,” making Cat cross her arms and Robbs life suddenly flash before his eyes. One thing was for sure though. He was going to kill his brother.

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[greencways]

LA VIE EST BELLE

Emily Prentiss x reader

wc - 3279

TW // nothing really? just signs of a cold / the flu? nothing major

A/N - this is literally the cutest thing I have ever written ever. I want to start writing more family fics so i’ll just start out here let me know your thoughts but this fic you have two kids called Olivia and Lily with Emily! you are mama and Emily is mommy and it’s soooo fluffy okay enjoy mwah byeeee

It was your day off at the BAU so when JJ and Hotch asked you to babysit Jack and Henry you were completely up for it, you knew your children Olivia and Lily would also be excited for Jack and Henry to come over to play with them for a while too.

You'd been in a relationship with Emily Prentiss for about 9 years, you were so in love with Emily and when Emily asked you 5 years ago if you wanted to adopt a one year old Lily and a newborn baby called Olivia you fell more and more in love with her, since you were very young you wanted to become a mother, and the fact that you got to do that and marry Emily Prentiss, nothing was better.

"Hey guys, so Jack and Henry are coming over today, are you guys up for that?" you asked them both excitedly, Lily jumped out of bed and nodded frantically and hugged you, Olivia on the other hand nodded and curled up on her other side facing the wall "honey go and get ready while I talk to Liv okay"

"Okay mama" she smiled and hugged you again as you hugged her back and kissed her head and excused her by gently pushing her back out of the door.

"Hey Liv" you sat down on the bed next to Olivia, putting a hand out to rub her back.

"Where's mommy?" she asked looking for Emily.

"Mommy's gone to work baby, remember? she'll be back later tonight okay?" you reminded as you pressed a kiss to her forehead, you felt her sweat on her forehead, and her trying to cover a cough, you checked her head to find out she has a temperature.

"I want mommy" the five year old whined.

"I know baby" you cooed "I can phone her and you can talk to her if you like? we'll have to see if she's not busy though" you reminded as you swept her damp hair out of her face before pressing another kiss on her forehead.

You sent Emily a quick text to see if she was busy and if she was okay to talk to Olivia for a second which she was more than happy to do, as soon as Emily was on the phone you put the phone on speaker, also wanting to here your wife's voice, Lily came racing in and crashed on you before you both landed on the bed.

"Hi" Olivia managed to get out.

"Hi sweet girl? are you okay?" Emily spoke softly.

"Miss you mommy" Liv whispered.

"I miss you too baby, are you excited Jack and Henry are coming over later? Mama text me to let me know" Emily affirmed.

"Mhmm" Liv whispered before slumping back into her pillow "home" she winced.

"I'm excited mommy" Lily spoke up.

"Hi Lily" Emily said excitedly "how are you honey?"

"I'm good I'm allllll ready" she laughed and did a twirl even though Emily couldn't see her.

"I bet you look like the most beautiful girl in the world baby" Emily praised as Lily nodded making you laugh slightly "mama's going to take you off speaker for a second okay honey, I need to talk to her about something that doesn't require children's ears okay" Emily asked.

"Okay mommy" Lily smiled as she left the room, you ran your fingers through Liv's hair while you were speaking to Emily.

"What's up with Liv? she doesn't sound herself" Emily worried, you could already tell that Emily was biting her nails with anxiety.

"Emily, Liv is fine she just has a little temperature, I'll dose her up on some medicine and I'll let Aaron and JJ know, I can still babysit them but I'll just let them know just in case" your hands still running through your baby's hair.

"Okay honey, listen I gotta go but if the kids or you need to call me don't hesitate to ring me okay, especially if something happens alright?" Emily adamantly asked into the phone.

"Alright I love you so much Em, have a good day at work honey" you smiled into the phone.

"I love you too, so much" Emily said before she hung up.

You pressed a quick kiss to Liv's head before ringing JJ

"Hey you, is everything okay?" JJ asked inquisitively.

"Everything's good but listen Liv has woken up with a temperature she's pretty much wiped out so I think she's gonna have a sick day, I'm still okay to babysit everyone but I just wanted to warn you beforehand that Liv is sick"

"Oh no, I mean if you could still do that, that would be great but if you want to pull out I completely understand why" JJ said.

"No I can manage it I just didn't want you to come over and not know that's all" you smiled.

"I get it, is 9am still okay?" JJ asked.

You looked at your watch which presented itself at 7:37am "absolutely no worries, can you also pass this message onto Hotch as well?"

"I will do that ASAP and thank you again for this" JJ sighed contently.

"Thank you and it's again, no problem" you smiled into the phone.

You dosed Liv up on some medicine and you could tell she was feeling a lot better she was just really tired.

"Baby, get some rest" you said to a sleepy Olivia "the boys are coming over in about an hour so me and Lils are going to get ready for them but if you need anything at all call me and if you want to call mommy you can okay? just call me and you can take my phone alright?" you smiled.

"Love you mama" she smiled in her sleep.

"I love you too baby"

You glanced over her again as you leaned against the doorframe.

"Is Liv okay mama?" Lily asked looking up at you and then back at Olivia as she hugged your waist.

Kissing her head you leaned down to her level and grabbed her hands "your sister is more than okay" you smiled at her "do you remember a few weeks ago when you were sick but you were fine?" you took your hand out of hers to place a brown curly strand of her behind her ears, she looked so much like Emily and Olivia looked so much like you, even though they were adopted you could've sworn that you gave birth to them, you and Emily loved them with all your heart, so when they were sick or sad it pained you to see them like this.

"I remember" Lily nodded sheepishly as she looked at the floor

"Just like that" you smiled

"Lily I promise you, Liv is okay, she's just a little tired right now" you grabbed both of her hands again.

"Okay mama" Lily curved her lips into a slight smile again, taking it in that Olivia will be fine.

"Lily?" you questioned as she was about to run off and play.

"Yeah?" she turned around quickly and brushed her hair out of her way with the back of her hand.

"Mommy and I love you and Olivia so so so much, you know that right?" you smiled, still crouching down "you and Olivia are the best things that have ever happened to me"

Lily's eyes widened "but what about mommy?"

Her adamant tone made you giggle a little bit "of course I love mommy too silly" Lily visibly relaxed "come on I need a big girl's help" you pressed a kiss on to her forehead, you glanced at Olivia to make sure that she was still sleeping before shutting her door to leave her some privacy but leaving it slightly open just in case.

"So, what are you gonna do with the boys?" you asked her as you and Lily were both on the couch, Lily was fixated on the disney film that was on the TV as you were looking at her, brushing your hand through her curls.

"Ummmm" Lily was unsure of how to explain her answer "We're gonna watch some movies, play some games and maybe go to the park" Lily and you both laughed, she definitely got her stubbornness from Emily and you absolutely were not complaining.

10 minutes later, you heard a small knock on your door "Oh Oh Ooh the boys are here mama" Lily said excitedly.

You followed Lily to the door, JJ stood at the back and Henry and Jack were in the front.

"Hi Lily, how are you doing?" JJ smiled as she hugged her

"I'm okay thank you JJ" Lily looked at the floor, Lily being more shy and reserved but also incredibly stubborn like someone else you know.

"Boys come in it's freezing out there" you smiled as they rushed in, they made a beeline for the couch.

"Finding Nemo" Jack sighed contently "Nice" he exclaimed.

"How's Liv doing?" JJ asked.

"I checked on her about 20 minutes ago and she's still out like a light, are you okay while I go check on her again for a second?" you pleaded.

"Yeah for sure" JJ squeezed your am "go" she jerked her head to her.

You smiled and silently thanked her as you made your way up to Olivia's room.

You knocked lightly "Hi sweet girl, how are you feeling?" you cooed as you walked over, when she didn't answer and you saw her peacefully sleeping you sighed a little bit "Jack and Henry are here? JJ's downstairs too"

"JJ's here?" she shot up suddenly feeling so much better like her temperature had gone away.

Your eyes widened the same time hers did "You wanna go see Auntie JJ?"

Olivia frantically nodded "alright let's get ready"

10 minutes later an excited Olivia came rushing into the room "Auntie JJ" she crashed into her.

"Oooh Hi Liv" JJ said as she picked up Liv in her arms.

"Hi JJ" she smiled again.

"Mama told me that you weren't feeling well" JJ looked concerned as she brushed Liv's hair out of her face.

"That was this morninggg" Liv exaggerated, making you all laugh.

"Glad you're feeling better" JJ smiled.

"Me too" you said as you kissed her head.

"You wanna go play with Henry and Jack?" you smiled.

"YEAH" Liv shouted before wriggling out of JJ's arms.

"They love you so much" you gently nudged your body into JJ's arms "they would literally get out of bed with a temperature for you" you and JJ both laughed.

"I'm just glad she's doing okay" JJ sighed, both of you looking over at Liv playing with Henry while Jack and Lily watch the rest of Finding Nemo "you sure, you're okay with these 4?" JJ smiled, guilt creeping on her face.

"I can handle it Jayje don't worry" you gave her a reassuring smile "I got this"

"Thank you again" JJ smiled as she grabbed her coat off the coat hanger next to her.

"I'll see you later"

"Alright" you closed the door and smiled "what does everyone wanna do today?"

"Finding Nemo's almost over" Henry pouted

"We can watch Up later" Lily stated as she didn't look away from the TV.

"Okay, are you guys okay here for a quick second while I make a phone call? Jack as you're the oldest you're in charge"

Everyone nodded in agreement as you made your way to the kitchen "Hey Em" you started.

"Hey honey, how's everyone? How's Liv's temperature?" she worried.

"Jay came over-" you started.

"And she ran up to her and now she's feeling miraculously better cause auntie JJ hugged her" Emily laughed.

"Yup" you agreed, this happened every single time Liv or Lily were sick, JJ would come over and then they would be "miraculously fine" like JJ was some sort of prophet.

"I'm glad she's feeling better, how's everyone else" Emily asked.

"Everyone's good" You smiled as you leaned against the door as you had a clear view of all the kids playing together in a content silence

"I'll be back around 5 you sure you got this?" Emily worried.

"Emily"

"I know I know" she started "ring me if you need anything"

"I will, I love you"

The rest of the day went well, you took them to the park, there was a lake and you decided to take them all on a picnic, them all promising to be good if they could get ice cream and they could watch some more disney movies when they came home which wasn't a bad deal.

When they came home everyone was curled up on the couch watching Tangled.

Jack and Henry were under one blanket, Lily was curled up to your side and Liv was curled up on your lap sleeping, occasionally you were brushing her hair and brushing lightly over Lily's arm. This was perfect, this was exactly what you wanted in your future and you got it.

An hour into the next film JJ and Emily walked in to your house together, Jack and Henry were careful as to not to wake Liv.

"Hey honey" Emily whispered in your hair as she kissed your head not to wake up Olivia.

"Hi mommy" Lily turned around and stood up on the couch as she jumped over into Emily's arms.

"I missed you guys today" Emily said to everyone but looked at Lily.

"Tough case?" you craned your head to Emily and she nodded.

"Kids" JJ said what Emily didn't want to.

"Oh I'm sorry" you placed Liv down on the couch with a pillow underneath her head and draped a blanket over her as you walked up to your wife.

"I'm so sorry about that honey" you cupped her face and kissed her gently on her lips and then kissing Lily on her head.

"Thank you again for today, it means so much" JJ replied as Jack and Henry stood next to her.

"Thank you Y/N" Jack and Henry spoke at the same time.

"Anytime boys you know this" you smiled "they've been great" you spoke to JJ "Ill be back in work tomorrow so I'll see you then" you hugged JJ.

"See you tomorrow, see you Em" she smiled as she led Jack and Henry out.

"Bye" Lily whispered loudly not to wake up Liv.

"Bye honey" JJ turned around and blew a kiss to Lily which made her blush a little bit and curl into Emily which made you both laugh.

"Come on we were in the middle of Moana" you dragged Emily to the couch.

You sat down on the couch, Emily next to you with Lily on her lap and you pulled Liv onto yours as she nuzzled into your neck you wrapped a blanket around all of you.

"Hey you" Emily whispered as she kissed your temple.

"I missed you so much" you whispered back.

Liv started to stir as she heard Emily "Mommy's home" you nudged her slightly to make her aware rubbing her back as she woke up.

"Mommy" Liv almost shouted making you and Emily laugh.

Liv started to crawl onto Emily's lap and Lils jumped into yours "they missed you today" you kissed Lily's temple and held her with one with hand and played with Emily's hair in the other, staring at her like the day you met her.

"I missed my babies too" Liv's hands flung around Emily's neck as she hid her face, Emily kissed her head which made her giggle lightly.

"Can we do this again?" Lily asked gently.

"Of course we can, we can do it as many times as you want" you smiled at her.

This was perfect, and exactly the life you wanted, you thought to yourself.

"I think that mommy told me that she would get us pizza" you whispered as Liv whipped her head around to face you

"Really?" she looked up at Emily with the best and most convincing 'puppy dogs eyes' you had ever seen.

"Yeah, I can do that" Emily looked over at you with a playful scowl, it took everything in you not to burst of laughing.

When Lily didn't answer you whispered gently "how does pizza sound baby?" you asked rubbing your arm down her back to soothe her.

Lily nodded tiredly.

"Alright"

When the pizza came you all cleared it fast and by the time you gave the girls a bath it was time for bed.

"How about I read you guys a story, what do you want?"

Liv and Lily shared a look and you knew exactly what book they were about to ask for.

"Bedtime for babystar" they agreed.

Emily chuckled slightly luckily she had the book memorized by now because just on the weekend when they had a sleepover with JJ, they loved JJ's rendition of bedtime for babystar so much that they accidentally left the book over there.

Emily spoke and by the time she finished telling the story they girls were sleeping peacefully, you and your wife kissed both the girls goodnight and went back downstairs

"Hi" you sighed as you finally had some alone time with your wife.

"I love you so much I'm so thankful for you" Emily smiled.

"Em, I love you too thank you, where's this coming from?" you furrowed your brows.

"Nowhere I just" Emily sighed "you and the girls are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I'm so thankful for this life I'm living, I'm so glad it's you"

"Emily" you almost cried "I love you and the girls more than anything in the world, I was thinking earlier when you were on the phone with the girls, that this life I'm living right now is the most beautiful and rewarding"

You and Emily both leaned forward to kiss, Emily's hands found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

"Mama" a small voice made both of your heads turn.

"Hi sweet girl" you quickly walked to Liv, Emily following close behind you "you okay?" you picked her up

"She had a nightmare" Lily hugged Emily's legs

"Oh no baby what was it about? do you wanna talk about it?" you smiled as Emily brushed her hair out of her face.

Liv frantically shook her head like what she was about to say would make you mad.

"Liv honey we're not mad at you for having a nightmare baby"

"It was about mommy" you and Emily both sighed, Olivia and Lily knew that both of you were field agents but Liv often had nightmares about you or Emily dying in the field and you knew exactly how this dream occurred.

"Liv, mommy is right here and I'm okay" Emily spoke in third person as she held out her arms for you to put Liv in "nothing bad is gonna happen alright?" Emily spoke an empty promise but your five and six year old didn't need to know that.

"You promise?" Liv mumbled.

"We promise" you smiled.

"Tell you what, do you guys wanna sleep with us, just for tonight okay?" Emily smiled.

Both of the girls agreed, at least then all of you would get to sleep.

You and Emily got into bed with Liv next to you and Lily next to Emily, Liv wrapped an arm and a leg around you and Lily basically on top of Emily

"Thank you for this" you smiled

"I love you guys" Emily smiled as she went to sleep, you lied there for a few minutes just breathing and taking in what a beautiful life you have and how you would be forever thankful for it.

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[starsval]

headcase

remus lupin x f!reader

summary: liking remus lupin isn't easy, especially when all he does is give you missed signals

word count: 3k

warnings: kissing, reader drinks alcohol, talking about sleeping with someone(?

I was doing fine till you crashed in my headspace And took over my mind I was sorta cool till you made me a headcase And now I'm always Getting over it, getting over you, I don't even know you Hit me with that smile Way to rip my heart out my ribcage, ooh-ooh

"so i think i'll just do it lat-" you don't finish, distracted by a certain tall boy, with honey eyes and scarred face. who just walked in.

"what happened?" lily asks, worried by your sudden change.

"i hate him" you declare, maybe for the fifth time that day.

"you don't" marlene adds, focusing on her nails.

"yeah you don't" lily agrees, turning to wave at remus.

"okay maybe i don't" you keep talking so they can't interrupt you "but i am getting over him" you announce "i can't live like this, like, i don't even remember what i was talking about 'cause he just crashed into my headspace, and now i can only think about him, and his hair, and his hands and his sweaters…"

lily talks, intervening before you can go on your daily rant about remus lupin.

"i thought you said you hated him and were getting over him?" she smiles, chuckling when you groan.

marlene also smiles, but she loudly laughs when you put your head in your hands. remus just smiled at you.

"he's gonna rip my heart out my ribcage"

Only hit me now, we were texting late When you called me up just to see my face And I can't, I can't seem to figure you out Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a {lady?} Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm a real headcase

you know you should be sleeping instead of texting remus. you are aware of that, but it's hard to sleep when all he's doing is giving you mixed signals. it's hard to sleep when all you're doing is thinking about him. it's hard to sleep when he asks if he can come over. and it's even harder to say no to him.

"why did you want to come over?" you ask him as he walks in, closing the door behind him.

"just wanted to see your face" he stands in front of you, ignoring the way you frown at his words, touching your cheek.

"can i be honest with you?" he smirks.

"of course" he takes a step closer to you.

"i don't think i'll ever figure you out" you rest your forehead against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he chuckles.

"good"

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"i don't get it, he comes over, spends the night and then he's making out with this girl from his hometown" you pout at your ceiling, marlene and lily next to you.

"we don't get it either" lily assures.

"maybe it's because we never kissed, maybe it doesn't count"

"i don't think remus is like that" marlene says, giving you a chocolate.

"i hate how i can't stop talking about him" you sigh, closing your eyes "in my defense, he gives really good hugs"

"maybe you're just over thinking?" lily asks, taking a chocolate from marlene.

"let me stay in this fake heartbreak please"

Honey, if you want, I could give you my weekends All you gotta do Is tell me this is true, tell me I am your weakness Just give me something I don't know how this started Is this what modern art is? You left and took my heart with

"are you free this weekend?" remus finds you as you're walking to class, getting the books from your hands to hold them for you.

"i don't know" you do know, marlene wants you to go to this party with her "why?"

"are you coming to the party?" he asks, smiling at you.

"i don't know yet" you lie, marlene would kill you if you didn't go.

"okay, i'll see you there then" he gives you your books back.

"what?" you frown.

"i'm inviting you, so you have to go" he then turns around and leaves, probably to his class.

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you see remus right when you enter, but lily quickly drags you to were marlene is waiting, so you don't see him again until an hour later. when you've already had some drinks.

"hi" he pats the spot next to him on the couch, and you sit, staring at your cup "how are you?"

"can i ask you something?" you say, ignoring him.

"sure" he puts an arm around your shoulder.

"will you please tell me that this is true? tell me i am your weakness?" you stare at him.

"are you drunk?" he take the hand that's holding your cup and puts it close to his face, smelling it "you are drunk" he confirms as he gets up, pulling you up with him.

he takes your hand in his, and walks to lily and marlene, that are talking with james and sirius.

"i'm taking her to her room" he tells the girls.

"why?" sirius asks, but one glance at you is enough, it's obvious that you're drunk.

"okay, we'll go check on her later" lily says, taking the cup from your hand as you pass next to her, following remus.

you're already in a corridor when you talk again.

"please just give me something" you say, staring at the back of his hand

"you have to sleep" he mutters, ignoring you until you reach your room.

you fall on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

"i don't know how this started" you tell him, knowing that he knows what you're talking about. you're talking about your weird relationship. you are friends, but you flirt, you stay up talking to each other, you get jealous when the other is on a date with someone. but you aren't dating. "but i hate it, i hate you"

he only smiles, knowing that you don't mean it. he sits next to you, stroking your hair, waiting until you fall asleep.

then he leaves, taking your heart with him.

And it hit me now, we were texting late Then you called me up just to see my face And I can't, can't seem to figure you out (You out), ooh-ooh Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth)

you hear your name being called just as you get up to get another drink. when you turn, you see sirius walking to you.

"remus is asking for you" he says, taking your hand and dragging you with him. you hadn't seen or talked to him since that party last week.

"what?" you ask, but before he can answer, you're standing in front of a very drunk remus, whose eyes light up when he sees you.

"hi" he giggles, taking the hand sirius is holding, to hold it himself.

"hi" you reply, frowning at james, who's watching everything with a smirk "why don't you go to sleep?"

you think remus is not going to agree, but he quickly gets up.

"with you? of course" he starts walking to the door, and you can only look back at james and sirius as they laugh.

"what? remus, no, i didn't mean-" you try to talk, but he ignores you, looking back only to grin.

once you reach his room, he quickly takes off his shoes and lies on the bed, staring at you with his arms open.

"remus" you say, not getting closer to him.

"yes?" he smiles at you, and if you weren't tipsy you'd notice the sparks in your eyes are because of you.

"sleep"

"i'm trying to, but you are just standing there" he sounds genuine about it, just the same way he looks genuinely sad when you take a step towards the door.

he doesn't say anything, so you assume he's just going to give up. but before you can reach the door, you feel his hand on your wrist. and before you can say something, you're on the bed next to him, with his arms around you.

"remus?" you try to move, but his grip doesn't get any weaker, even when he's half asleep.

he hums in response, his face in your neck.

"let me go"

he doesn't reply, but you feel his smile against your skin.

"i want to go back to the party" you try again, even if it's not entirely true.

"liar" he mutters, and his arms tighten around you.

"what"

"you like being here with me" he replies, and then he finally falls asleep.

And I can't seem to figure you out Oh, I can't seem to figure you out (You out)

you wake up to a flashlight, and when you open your eyes, there's a really drunk sirius holding a camera, with a really drunk james suppressing a laugh next to him.

"what time is it?" you ask, peeling remus' arm from around you.

"like 4 am" sirius replies, taking another picture of remus, this time without flash.

"tell remus i said goodbye" you say, walking to the door, although you doubt they'll remember.

the second time you wake up, it's already bright up. and when you get to the Great Hall, you see remus staring at you.

"why is he glaring at you?" marlene asks, frowning when remus gets up.

"i don't know" you lie, but before lily can say anything, remus is already behind you.

"you weren't there when i woke up" he says it like an accusation, and before you can reply, marlene is already talking.

"what!?" she practically spits her tea "you slept with him?"

"no" you say.

"yes" he says.

"not in the way you think!" you clarify.

"why did you sleep with him?" lily asks, and you can see the smirk she's hiding.

"i didn't-"

"you did" before remus can say anything else, you get up and grab his arm, dragging him out of the Great Hall to talk.

"what?"

"you weren't there when i woke up" he repeats.

"you wanted me to be there?" you frown, because the signals he has given you definitely didn't say that.

"yes" he doesn't change his expression.

"i find that hard to believe"

"why?" he scoffs.

"really? why?" you don't know if you should ignore him or just laugh in his face.

"yes, why?"

"you act all lovely on me one day and then you are with someone else, forgive me if i don't believe that you want me around"

"i forgive you" this time you're the one who scoffs, turning around and walking again in the Great Hall, not caring if he follows you.

marlene and lily decide not to ask about it.

Are you with that girl back in your home town? If we never kissed, does it even count? I still can't get you out of my mouth (My mouth) Way to touch me, babe, way to ask a lady? Overthink, overcomplicate Won't you let me stay in this fake heartbreak? I'm the real headcase

"really? again?" peter questions as remus sits in the couch again. they're in the middle of a party and remus just left with that girl from his hometown.

"did she see me?" remus looks around, looking for you.

"i think she was too busy talking with evan" james informs him, grinning when lily approaches them.

"have you seen the idiots i call for friends?" she asks, shoving sirius out of the way to sit on the couch next to james.

"one was with dorcas and the other one just left with evan" peter replies.

"wait, it was real? she left with evan?" remus frowns, and even pouts when lily laughs at him.

"what? you think she's gonna wait for you? babe, she's getting bored of you" she tells him, suddenly turning around when you and marlene approach her.

you sit on the couch in front of her, where sirius went after lily had pushed him. he puts an arm around both of you.

"so, i heard that you're both in love with some slytherins" you both glare at him, and he laughs at remus' expression.

after talking for a while, and you ignoring remus all the time, you three get up and leave. but before you can reach the hallway, remus takes your arm.

"can we talk?"

"we're talking right now" you smile. he glares.

before he can reply, marlene shoves both of you out of the door and to a corner of the hallway.

"talk" and then she leaves with lily.

"why were you with evan?" he asks.

"we were talking"

"like we" he points to both of you "talk?"

"i don't know remus, how do we talk? how are you any different than evan?"

"he doesn't like you" you chuckle.

"and you do?"

"i do"

"i don't believe you" you start to walk away, but he grabs your arm and turns you around, settling his hands on your waist.

"let me help you believe"

"what?" you notice the way he looks at your lips.

"i can't get you out of my mouth, ask peter, i'm sure he hates me because all i ever do is talk about you. you're the only one who makes me overthink. i'm literally wondering if i'm too tall right now"

his face gets closer to yours as he talks.

"remus-"

"and i know that we never kissed, but even if it doesn't count, i'd prefer to stay on this fake heartbreak, just because it'd be because of you"

you can't handle it anymore, so you just kiss him, you grab his face and kiss him. you kiss him to shut him up, that's what you tell yourself.

when you pull away, he's grinning.

"that was just so you shut up" you tell him, but your hands don't leave his face, instead, they go to the back of his neck.

"sure"

"i meant it" you try to pull away, but his grip on your waist tightens, and one of his hands to the back of your neck.

"i'm gonna start talking again so you might need to shut me up again" he smirks.

you comply, happily.

I'm the real headcase I'm the real headcase Mm Yeah, I'm the real headcase

when you enter the great hall the next morning, remus walking in with you, your friends and his are sitting together.

so when you go sit with them, the stares you get are inevitable.

"so?" james starts, smirking.

"what?" you ask, already feeling the headache you're gonna get from this.

"did you sleep together?" marlene abruptly asks after a moment of silence.

"marlene!" you say.

"yes" remus says.

"remus!" you say again, hitting his arm.

"what? it's true!" he frowns.

"it's not" you say, sitting and focusing on your food.

"it is" everyone agrees, and you can't do anything but ignore them.

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the next few weeks, you spend your days with remus, still not sure if you're dating or not, but neither of you care.

right now you're laying on his bed, reading a book, well, at least trying to, because remus is making it really hard. he's basically lying on top of you, stroking your hair and giving small pecks to your neck.

"can i ask you something?" he says after a while, lifting his head to look at you, but you focus on the book.

"sure" your eyes don't leave the book until you have no other choice, because certain someone just snatches it from your hand.

"do you want to be my girlfriend?" you freeze at his words, staring at him.

"i know it's not the best way of asking, i mean, you deserve something fancy, like chocolates or flowers, but i couldn't wait to ask you" he stares back at you, his eyes softer than ever. and all you can do is lean in and kiss him.

it's a sweet kiss, soft and short, and you think that it's enough as an answer, but you still reply.

"i'd love to" he kisses you again, and the book is long forgotten as his other hand goes to your waist, and the one in your hair goes to the back of your neck.

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you walk into the gryffindor common room holding hands, and sit next to all of your friends, who look at you, suspiciously.

"what's happening?" sirius asks, pointing at your hands.

"what?" remus replies, and when you let go of his hand to pick up your book, his hand goes to your tight instead.

"why is your hand on my best friend's tight?" lily talks, frowning.

"i can't put my hand on my girlfriend's tight?" remus makes sure to emphasise the word girlfriend, and you're almost sure everyone stops breathing.

"what" marlene breaks the silence, "since when?"

"like two weeks ago" you mutter, still reading your book.

this time, the reactions come almost immediately.

"what!" mary screams.

"and you didn't tell us?" lily looks offended.

"we have to throw a party to celebrate!" james and sirius say at the same time, high fiving after that.

"when's the wedding?" marlene asks.

"next year" remus replies, and that makes you look away from your book.

"what!?" all of you ask, except remus.

"since when?!" lily frowns at you.

"i don't know!" you look at remus.

"we're already engaged" he says.

"what!?" you all say again, and he just rolls his eyes.

"we aren't engaged" you clarify.

"she's just in denial" remus tells everyone.

"you haven't asked!" lily frowns at that.

"you'd say yes!?" she asks.

everyone stops everything and looks at you, slowly getting more flustered, and at remus, who's grinning like he hasn't before.

"what if we get married next week?" he asks.

"no!" lily replies before you can.

#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x reader #young remus lupin #young marauders #young lily evans #young sirius black #young james potter #kissing #the marauders era #the marauders #remus x you #remus lupin #based on a song

[barcalover86]

You and me, was any of it real?- Pablo Gavi

ANGST

Masterlist

He was still there..After all this time, he was still hoping, praying..looking for you.

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"How long will you stay there, Pablo? It's been hours! You are going to get cold, it's already dark"

"Aurora, leave me alone, ok? It's not your business"

She laughed sarcastically.

"Do I have to remind you that she was also my friend!?"

"No, no, don't talk like that!"

Now he turned to look at her. Angry with tearful eyes.

"Like what?" asked his sister, confused.

"In the past" he said with a sob escaping his mouth.

She sighed.

"You have to except it, hermano. It hurts me as well".

After that, he didn't reply, not like he would have wanted to. He remained silent, looking at the stars, waiting for the sun to come out, again.

There he was alone, standing on the beach, looking at the ocean, hoping for you to come back.

You disappeared weeks ago, no one knowing where you went. You had to go meet Gavi after his game, but since dinner, no one saw you ever again.

People looked for you, hoping to find you. Some say that you died and other that you just ran away with a boy, leaving Gavi alone.

What does Gavi believe? He hopes that you ran away with someone rather than thinking that you don't live anymore. He wanted you to text him and judge him, shout at him, telling him that you don't love him anymore and that you found someone knew.. he just wanted to know something of you. To know that you are still alive.

He would have understood if you didn't love him anymore, he would have let you go.. but the reason you disappeared was so off.

You weren't like that. You were the most sincere person he met, the most sweet girl..his sweet girl ...that wouldn't hurt anyone. Anyone

His was standing on the sand. Now he didn't even know who he was talking to, you or himself.

"We would have fought together. And if you thought that you couldn't do it anymore, I would have waited for you! I would have waited thousands of years and hundreds of lifes. Just so in the end to be with you.."

"I could have endured the fact you love someone else. I could have stayed with you and let you cry in my arms whenever he made you cry. I would have been the one that held the door open for you.. every single time you needed to be home.. I would have let you in"

"And we were supposed to make it work together. You loved me, and I love you... and if you hear me right now, come home. Come home and just..be"

He fell asleep at your favourite place. Your favourite view of life. He stayed there in the cold one day more, hoping that he'll find you somewhere in the stars or see you in the sunset and sunrise.

He cried and cried and cried. Begged you to come back, begged you to be ok. Save, healthy, happy.

"Just let go"

For once, he thought he heard your voice, turning around only to see his sister. She gave him a blanket and covered him before handing him a cup of coffee.

"Sometimes, you just have to let go.. if she was really-"

"Is" he corrected.

She smiled sadly.

"If she is meant to be, she'll come back. She'll eventually come back to you"

"And if not?"

"Then she would be a lesson to you. She made you capable of love. After that, you'll find another that will cover the empty in your heart"

"I don't want another, Rora. I only want my girl"

Tears were all over his face, his eyes red and puffy. Aurora put her hands on his cheeks and calming, saying "why don't you want to expect the loss and heal for the future?"

He stayed silent before talking with a shaky voice.

"Because I think this is the last thing I have of her. Somehow, I don't want to heal, knowing that I'll forget her voice and touch. Healing is like forgetting her and if I do it, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for it"

I so love angst-

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[marksbear]

So this was also on my mind with Dom avengers reader. So how about sub Steven who had a picture of reader as his lock screen and Donna walks pass saying how handsome he is and wish she could hit that. Which then leads to Steven saying that is his boyfriend and Donna (being the worst) says sure he is and walks off. But they have a office party soon and steven asks for reader to show up and prove Donna wrong. Reader says yes but shows a little late and has to find steven in the party and try to walk away from fans. He sees steven talking to Donna about something and speeds walks to him and kisses him saying how much he missed him. Donna is shocked and they both enjoy the party. And reader then asks if that was his boss and steven says yes and why he brought him here was to make her jealous.Which leads to them going home and steven goes to ride reader while saying how he is his boyfriend/fiance/husband (whichever you prefer) and saying to steven how he won't ever leave him.(I just read this and now see how similar this is to the other avengers party one. And am sorry bout that I've been having a headache for the past couple of days so sorry if this all over the place.)-🐻‍❄️

I'm so sorry for not posting jack shit 😭! I've been so busy and tired nowadays, but I will make it up to everyone. And thank you my 50% for requesting I love you!

Warnings! Jealous Steven, petty Steven, SMUT, eating out, fingering, spit as lube, riding, jerking off, making out, PDA, HERO reader,

SUB STEVEN GRANT X HERO MALE READER

"Steve, what time is it?" Donna says walking to the souvenir counter leaning onto it looking at Steven. Steven picks up his phone and checks the time. "It's 5:31" Steven responds back turning his head to the side to face his boss.

Before Steven could turn off his phone and put it back in his pocket Donna's voice rings out.

"Is that the new Avenger H/n? A handsome bloke isn't he. I wish I could hit that y'know? I bet he's a beast in bed." Donna says gesturing to Steven's wallpaper with a smirk imagining all the things the new hero could do to her. Steven stares at Donna wide eyed before responding.

"He's my boyfriend actually. We've been dating for a couple years."

Donna rolls her eyes in disbelief and says "Sure he is Stevey. Think you're going a bit mad Steven." Donna mocks before leaving a puzzled Steven by himself.

Steven watches her walk off before turning back to his phone and goes to his messages and sends Y/n a quick text. "Could you please come to my office party? I don't wanna be alone and I miss you so much." Steven waits a little before getting a quick response back from Y/n.

"When does it start?"

"In about six four hours." Steven responds back.

"I'll be there Steven. Love you and see you in a few hours." ❤

"Love you too!"

Steven smiles to himself before turning off his phone and goes back to work. The whole time Steven was working he kept imagining everyone's shocked faces when they all found out The Y/n is dating him. He couldn't wait for the party.

Since him and Y/n haven't been able to hang around a lot since Y/n is an avenger and all, but the one thing Steven loves about it is that Y/n would honestly drop any meeting or mission to be with him.

TIMESKIP

Steven waits nervously waiting for his boyfriend to show up. Steven checks his phone again for the time. "9:12..." Steven mumbles to himself feeling a bit anxious. To make things even worse Donna stalks up to Steven talking about whatever.

"So Steven. I may need you to work a few more hours on Wednesday because" Before Donna could finish theres a crowd of people screaming and cheering from outside.

Y/n moves past them trying to get inside so he can finally be with his boyfriend. "Excuse me. Excuse me please."

Y/n says trying to get by them. Paparazzi and etc take pictures of Y/n and interviewers trying to ask him questions. Even fans trying to block Y/n from where he's trying to go.

Y/n lets out a sigh before speed walking past them.

Finally Y/n is able to get inside the office building looking around in the crowded party for Steven.

Once Y/n finally finds Steven he walks straight to him with open arms.

"Steven!" Y/n shouts with the biggest smile on his face before wrapping his arms around Steven pulling him in for a kiss. Donna stares at the couple wide eyed even dropping her drink from surprise.

"I missed you Stevey~" Y/n says against Steven's lips before kissing him once more not giving him time to react. Y/n pulls away and kisses Steven's head. "Cmon let's go find something to eat. I'm starving" Y/n suggests taking Steven's arm leading him away from his boss. Steven head turns to Donna's direction and a smirk crawls onto his lips as he sees many of his co-workers behind Donna staring at them.

As the two enjoy the party Donna alongside Steven's co-workers were beyond shocked as the "Nobody." Steven Grant and "The world's hero." Y/n L/n are actually dating. Nevertheless a happy-healthy relationship.

Many took pictures of them as Y/n has his hand on Steven's lower hip guiding and taking him wherever. People tried to get autographs from Y/n, but he just declined gently saying "I'm not H/n right now sorry. I'm just some guy with his boyfriend."

After a while Y/n couldn't shake Donna's eyes off of him, so he finally speaks up to Steven. "Hey, weren't you talking to your boss a while ago?" Y/n asks turning his attention away from the blonde woman to his boyfriend. Steven glances at Donna before looking back at his boyfriend.

"Yeah she was." Steven answers.

"Shes staring at us harder than the others. What did you do Steven." Y/n points out watching Steven's facial expression becomes a bit embarrassed. "W-well I brought you here to make her jealous----"

"Ahh~ So you didn't miss me you actually just wanted to make your boss jealous." Y/n cuts him off with a giggle. "N-no! I didn't just want to use you! I did miss you!" Steven blurts out panicking a little. "I'm just kidding! But what else did she say about me?" Y/n says taking Steven by the hips pulling him in closer.

"She said y'know I wish I could hit that." Steven answers before adding "She didn't believe me when I said we have been dating for a few years." Steven watching Y/n let out a little giggle.

"Oh really huh? How about we show her who's the only person in the world that gets to hit that alright?" Y/n suggests before kissing Steven deeply. Steven quickly kisses back wrapping his arms around Y/n's shoulders.

The two honestly forgot they were at a party as they makeout only focusing on the other. Y/n pulls away, but not too far so his lips are still against Steven's. "Well then, let's go home." Y/n steps away from Steven before taking his hand leading him and himself out of the party.

As soon as they step out paparazzi are already taking pictures. "Ah shit-- forgot about them." Y/n breathes out.

TIMESKIP

Once they reached home Steven makes sure to feed Gus before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Y/n picks up Steven with ease carrying him to the bed. Y/n sits Steven down on the bed before stripping out of his clothes with Steven doing the same.

After their both naked Y/n climbs into the bed laying Steven down on his back as he towers over him biting and sucking into his neck creating hickeys at the visible spots. Steven whimpers and trembles feeling Y/n bite and nibble into his neck. Steven's hard dick presses up against Y/n's own, so he takes the chance moving his hips up and down rubbing his cock against Y/n's own.

Y/n slowly takes Steven's hand and takes his fingers into his mouth sucking them and coating them with saliva. Y/n moves his tongue around between each finger making sure they're wet enough before pulling away. "Prep yourself while i'll do the same." Y/n says into Steven's ear.

Steven begins to do what he was told moving his fingers down to his hole and uses his middle finger to circle around his hole teasing himself before moving it inside. Steven watches in awe as Y/n jerks himself off. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/n watching his every movement.

Steven begins to move his finger in and out faster going at the same pace Y/n is. "You're really getting off to this." Y/n breathes out a tiny moan. Steven could only whimper in the response as he begins to add another finger. Precum begins to leak out of Steven's tip signalling that he's close.

Y/n lets go of his cock and move in front of Steven spreading his legs open wide before slowly taking Steven's hand pulling his fingers out of his hole.

"Wha-- Y-y/n! ohhhHh~ fuc- Fuck I love you so much!" Steven moans out feeling the tip of Y/n's tongue push inside his hole. Y/n holds onto Steven's hips pulling down on his tongue."You're my boyfriend! O-only my boyfriend a-alright~". Steven moans while Y/n begins to lick around Steven's hole moving his tongue deeper and deeper. "Y/n! Y/n mhm~ I-I'm cumming!~" Steven moans out shooting his load all over Y/n's face. White long streaks of cum lands on Y/n's head and face. Steven didn't realize about the mess he created on his partner until Y/n stopped eating him out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! I am so--" Steven apologizes, but only gets shunted up by Y/n kissing him. "Okay i'll shut up." "Thank you." Y/n says with a giggle. "Can I ride you?" Steven asks barely over a whisper.

"Sure baby~" Y/n responds back before laying down on the bed with Steven quickly crawling on straddling his hips. Steven could feel Y/n's cock pressed up against him poking him.

Steven takes Y/n's cock in his hand lining it up to his hole before sinking his hips down. Once the tip was inside Steven held onto Y/n's chest to stabilize himself before moving down deeper. Steven takes a deep breath before pushing himself all the way down on Y/n's cock. A loud moan falls from Steven's lips as he tries to get used to Y/n's size. Steven's walls wrap around Y/n's cock perfectly.

Steven begins to roll his hips up and down squirming under Y/n's eyes all over him no doubt making him hard again. Steven begins to ride Y/n's cock faster bouncing up and down. Y/n bites onto his lips silencing the noises he's making. "Fuck Steven!~ You feel so good!" Y/n praises before adding "I won't ever leave you baby. I'm only yours."

Steven could feel Y/n's dick twitch inside him, so naturally he tries to go faster. Bouncing up and down no doubt making the bed and the floor under them shake. At this point Y/n begins to chase his own pleasure thrusting up inside Steven as he rides him hitting his prostate dead on. "I'm close! gah~ Steven!" Y/n warns feeling his cock twitch. Steven was on the verge of cumming again, but he wanted to do it at the same time as Y/n.

Steven held onto Y/n's shoulders bouncing up and down as he pull away from Y/n's cock just to go back down all the way to the base repeating the action over and over again.

"Cumming! Fuck i'm cumming!" Y/n moans out with a few more thrust he cums deep inside Steven painting his insides white. Seconds later Steven cums hard again for the second time landing on Y/n's chest and stomach. White streaks of cum kept going deeper and deeper inside Steven some even leaking out. Steven felt so full eyes even watering as he rode out his orgasm.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as they tried to catch their breath. "M-my hero." Steven breathes out tiredly before his body falling onto Y/n's body head resting on his shoulder with his arms around him falling asleep slowly. Y/n decides to keep his cock inside Steven moving his own arms around him holding him tight.

"Mhm Steven. Your hero is right here baby." Y/n whispers into his ear.

THE END

#steven grant x male reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant #x top male reader #x dom male reader #x male reader #male reader #marvel x male reader #moonknight x male reader #moon knight #the bear club

[bellarkeselection]

can i request for spencer reid where reader is touch repulssd (she hates physical touch) but someone comments on it and she tries to change, she cuddles spencer more and holds his hand even tho it makes her uncomfortable, spencer realises and angst(if you can figure out where to put it) and fluff with happy ending

(also im so sorry i just realised it was four instead of three sorry:((( xx)

His Touch Is Home

Exiting my last college class of the day my phone vibrates in my pocket so I opened it seeing a text from my boyfriend Spencer. "So have you kissed him yet. How was he?" My best friend Brooklyn asked in a teasing tone throwing her arm over my shoulder making me stiffen at the physical contact. I sucked in a breath still picturing my ex beating me still. Every time someone would touch me I flashed back to that moment. "No we actually haven't even held hands...like ever." Brooke jumped back throwing her hands up in shock. "Wait so you've been dating him for two months and you've never touched him. Does Jacob still have that big of a hold on you. He's gone Y/n. You need to try and move on...you'll feel better." Nodding my head I knew she was right that I should give Spencer a chance and force myself to take the leap again.

Kicking his apartment door closed with my foot I kick my boots off seeing him sitting on the couch reading a book like he almost always done unless his job keeps him overnight somewhere. He lifted his head up seeing me with a smile starting to close the book but I plopped down scooting over up against him until I lay my head down on his chest sucking in a breath. "Y/n, what are you doing exactly?" His brown eyes locked onto mine listening to my shacky breath while I death grip his shirt in my hands. "Brooke said I should try getting closer to you...physically. So I thought cuddling to start. Could you read to me to take my mind off it please?" He slowly nodded opening his book to the next page keeping his eyes on me more than the book itself. He was the one to find me with my boyfriend who was stalking me that turned out to be the case he was working on. Closing my eyes I sighed finding comfort in his voice but when his hand fell to playing with my hair accidentally I heard my ex boyfriend's voice in my ear. "You're mine. I own you and if you try and run you'll regret it!" He said that the night he snatched me by my hair before Spencer found me.

"Y/n, Y/n hey its me. I'm here. You're not with Jacob." Spencer lifted my head up so I was looking him in the eye concern in his gaze. He slowly moved his thumbs wiping away some tears seeing that I had started crying without realizing it. I released my grip on his FBI sweatshirt wrapping my arms around myself jumping away from him sniffing tears out. "Spencer I'm sorry. I wish that I could just melt into your touch like I did his before he started hitting me but...forget it just break up with me. I'm not good enough!" Spencer slowly reaches over resting his hand over mine scooting closer on the couch but not touching anymore then that. "There's no way I am breaking up with you, Y/n. You remember when I told you I was freaked out by germs well I've been getting better about that. You will get through this and I'll wait for as long as you need." I sniffed with a small smile laying my head on his arm where he intertwined our hands together hoping that I will get through this. "Thank you for understanding Spence...you're my home. I feel safe with you by my side." He whispered kissing the crown of my head. "Same here, baby."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #mathew gray gubler #criminal minds oneshot #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #requests open #ask box is open for anything #comments really appreciated

[svltzmans]

Hello can I request anything with hope where she's reader's secret admirer (also friends with her and lizzie) but when they're around reader they act like they don't know who the admirer is, like acting all clueless and intrigued lol! Thank you <3

i can see you (h.m.)

a/n: hi anon!! i LOVE this request it's such a cute idea!! i'm sick rn so i'm happy i get to write this while i'm under the weather to make me feel better :) i'm also listening to a ton of taylor swift of course and this story kinda reminded me of i can see you!!! i hope you like it and thanks again for requesting <3

warnings: none just fluffy and gay <3

y/n had never been more confused.

staring intently at the note she had found in her bag, she tried to think of any reasonable explanation.

were the werewolves playing a cruel prank or something? maybe someone put it in the wrong bag?

what she did know, however, was that it was a love note. written in cursive, neat, unfamiliar handwriting.

"you look so beautiful today," it begins. whoever this individual was, they had already made y/n turn a deep shade of red.

folding up the note and stowing it in her jeans' back pocket, she ventured to her next class, where she continued to ponder who the note could be from.

y/n's walk to her room after class quickly led her to make a pit stop at lizzie's.

upon hearing the knock on her door, lizzie sprung up from her desk to open it.

"if it isn't y/n y/l/n, looking cute as ever. come in!"

plopping down on lizzie's bed, y/n pulls the note out of her pocket.

"a love note? for me? i didn't know you felt this way, y/n," lizzie laughs, opening the letter.

"liz! this is serious! i have no idea who this could have been from."

"where did you even find it?"

"in my bag."

"huh. what class?"

"introductory spells."

"how many people are in that class?"

"it's a lecture hall liz... a lot of people."

"shit. that doesn't help at all. do you have any ideas?"

"none at all. nobody has been showing any kind of obvious interest in me."

"it's girly handwriting."

"i hope so. if it was a man it would just be creepy."

they both chuckle at that before texting hope.

"she'll probably know how to help us," lizzie insists.

mere minutes later, there's another knock at the door.

"hope andrea mikaelson in my room, to what do i owe the pleasure?" lizzie quips.

"your text, saltzman." hope responds with a sarcastic edge in her voice.

"okay whatever, we have a y/n crisis happening and your attitude is not helping."

"crisis is kind of a strong word," y/n adds, earning a glare from lizzie.

"y/n! it's a big deal! your first secret admirer!"

"secret admirer?" hope interrupts, a quizzical expression on her face.

"miss y/n y/l/n got a love note in her bag from an anonymous person."

"what? let me see!" hope perks up excitedly. "woah, y/n, this person really likes you."

"i know! and it's killing me! i can't figure out who wrote it. it could be anyone in introductory spells with me."

"i'm in that class with you." hope pauses, before adding "i can help you figure it out!"

"you'd do that for me?"

"of course. i'd do anything for you, y/n... we're friends, aren't we?"

y/n's heart stings a bit hearing hope call her a friend, but she immediately lights up again remembering the first part of hope's sentence.

"in that case, mikaelson, let's do this."

"uh, hellooo. guys, did you forget i'm in that class too?" lizzie adds, clearly feeling left out of the conversation.

the next day, lizzie and hope run into each other in the hallway. quickly checking to make sure y/n isn't in earshot, lizzie pulls hope aside.

"are you gonna tell her it's you?"

"i kinda want to lead her in the right direction and let her figure it out herself."

"hope! you've already hinted at it so many times! you gotta just tell her."

"i'll think about it."

y/n walks up to the blonde and brunette, smiling.

"are we gonna figure out this secret admirer or what?"

the trio walk into the massive classroom, finding three seats in the back row that would allow them to easily scan the room.

"this is going to be impossible. where do we even start?" y/n asks, already exasperated.

"well, we can rule out everyone that's already in a relationship. at least i hope we can," lizzie responds.

"that's like, at least half the people in here," hope adds.

"any ideas, y/n?" lizzie questions.

"not yet. they gotta be right in front of me, i'm just not seeing it."

hope and lizzie both have to stifle their reactions to that comment, trying hard not to confirm that y/n is right.

when class begins, hope pulls out her notebook to document the lecture. she sneaks a glance at y/n, who seems to be deep in thought.

"i love when you get super focused on something. you look so cute," hope writes, quickly abandoning her class notes.

"i dream about you looking at me that way."

before y/n can notice, hope folds the piece of paper and slips it into her bag.

"i can't believe i didn't notice! they were right next to me at one point and i didn't see them put it in my bag!" y/n sighs, ranting to lizzie.

"i didn't notice it either, professor was extra immersive today," lizzie responds, trying to hide her amusement at y/n's exasperation.

"next class i'm gonna pay more attention to my bag. maybe i'll be able to catch them in the act."

"whatever you say, y/l/n. have you ever thought that maybe you're looking too far into it?"

"what do you mean?"

"nothing. just thinking out loud." lizzie realizes she might have said too much. y/n dismisses the conversation and moves onto a new topic, although still wondering what the blonde meant.

the next introductory spells class was quite intense for y/n, who was carefully trying to watch the lecture while simultaneously keeping an eye on her bag.

eventually, her attention lands on hope, delicately taking notes.

glancing down at hope's paper in hopes of seeing some notes to copy, y/n can't help but notice hope's handwriting.

it's beautiful. undeniably feminine, swoopy...

holy shit.

y/n immediately calls an "emergency meeting" between her, hope and lizzie after class. hope and lizzie shuffle to her room close behind her.

"i think i might have figured out who the admirer is."

"it's about time, y/l/n," lizzie says, anticipating y/n's elaboation.

"it has to be josie."

"what?" hope and lizzie say in unison, staring at each other in disbelief.

"y/n... it's not josie," hope nervously mutters.

"what? how do you know?"

"because it's me. y/n my feelings for you have gotten so strong that i couldn't help but write them down. i just like you so much i had to express it somehow. i was hoping you would realize eventually but i just want you to know."

"hope, i know. i noticed your handwriting matched in class today. i just wanted to hear it from you. i have always felt the same."

"finally!" lizzie sighs in relief, once again interrupting the tender moment between the two women in front of her.

"wait... you knew it was hope?" y/n cracks a smile.

"maybe..."

#hope mikaelson x reader #hope mikaelson #wlw #legacies #legacies x reader

[hoedamn-eron]

drunk in love

You’re drunk and call Marc to come and pick you up.

Warnings: Reader is very drunk. Some swearing. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Brief mention of controlling behaviour in a relationship (but not from Marc). Wordcount: 1,399 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Let's pretend this isn't a whole 2 days late. Also, not too fond of this. I felt like it was good going at the beginning but the end just lacked a bit of umph. Maybe one day I'll re-write it. As of 18/08, there has been a slight edit.

Marc couldn’t help but chuckle at the voicemail you’d left on his phone late that night (or early in the morning, depending on how you looked at it).

“Hiiiiiii, it’s meeeeeee. Marc, please can you come and pick me up? I’m tired and I want to go to bed. I’m reeeeeeally drunk. We can get a McDonalds on the way home, or something from that pizza place that Jake likes so much.”

Before Marc could even think about calling you back to see which bar you were at, he’d seen that he had another voicemail.

“I just…” you hiccupped. “I just realised that I forgot to tell you where I am. I’m at Pergola Paraíso, you know, in Paddington? Jake’s been there with me, Jake knows where it is.”

Jake confirmed in the headspace that he did, in fact, know where you were and was happy to go and get you.

“Nice try,” Marc muttered, already slipping his jacket on, and sliding his now locked phone in the pocket. “You’d go in and join them instead of taking them home.”

Grabbing the car keys, Marc left the flat. The corridor was dark as Marc walked towards the lift, but he could hear some of the general noise coming from the other flats. He wondered what they were doing on a Friday night at nearly two in the morning. Most of them were probably asleep, but he knew one or two would still be up. He’d never really cared enough before, but then again, he hadn’t ever needed to leave the flat at two in the morning before (through the front door anyway).

His car was cold when he climbed in, cranking the blowers on full to warm up quicker. Marc sent you a text to let you know he was on the way before setting off. The roads were relatively quiet and Marc got to the bar quickly, parking up outside and looking at the busy pavement, where the bar had people coming in and out.

Marc sighed because of course you weren’t stood outside waiting for him. He sent another text to you, watching the door of the bar to see if you would come out, but his text went unseen for another ten minutes. Giving another sigh, Marc turned the car off, dreading having to warm it back up again later when he got back in, with a drunk you in tow. He’ll have to get Jake to take a look at it when he was free.

Marc rolled his eyes as he heard Jake snort with laughter in the headspace. As if he’s ever ‘free’.

Marc walked into the bar, immediately looking around for you among the drunk and probably horny crowd. The place was huge, it was going to be hard to find you. He knew you were wearing red, since you sent him a picture of your little get-up before you got into your Uber to join your friends. He’d stared at that picture for a good, long while. You were so perfect, his chest hurt.

It wasn’t long until he spotted you. Your back was to him, and you were throwing back some fruity looking cocktail as you listened to your friend talking to you about something that looked incredibly captivating by the look on your face. Marc started to make his way over, reaching you in no time at all as you put your now empty drink down on the table, his hand landing on your shoulder as leaned to your ear. “Hey, baby.”

You turn to look at him in confusion, your eyes narrowed as your tried to focus. Your gasped in delight as you saw who it was, your eyes widening comically. “Marc!”

Marc gave a closed lip smile as your friends greeted him in the same, drunken chant of his name. Marc straightened up as he gave your shoulder a squeeze. “Come on, let’s go home.”

You nod, turning to gather your things, Marc holding back a laugh at how slow you were, making sure you had everything (Marc still did a double check anyway). You eventually stood, stumbling a bit, causing Marc to grab you by your upper arm. You waved enthusiastically to your friends before Marc lead you out of the bar, his hand on the base of your back. You were chatting away to him about your night, but he couldn’t hear what you were saying over the noise of the bar.

Marc helped you into the car, snickering a little as you stumbled in, messing with the seatbelt, missing the buckle a few times before finally getting it, strapping yourself in and giving Marc a double thumbs up. Marc laughed before giving you a thumbs up back and closing the door behind you and jogging around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“Can we go to McDonald’s?”

Marc smiled. “We can go wherever you want, baby.” He started the car, checking the roads before pulling out.

“I want McDonald’s,” you sighed, leaning your head back against the seat as your eyes closed. “I’m gonna get chicken nuggets.”

“You can get chicken nuggets if you want.”

“I will,” you whisper. You shiver after a few seconds, realising how cold the car was. “Are you going to let Jake look at the heating of this thing, it takes forever?”

“He doesn’t have the time.”

You both drove in silence, going towards the nearest drive-thru McDonald’s. It would take them half an hour away from the flat, but you had always been a cute drunk, and Marc could never say no. It was the same with Steven and Jake…they were wrapped around your finger, and they had no shame in admitting it.

“Thank you for picking me up,” you say, finally opening your eyes to give Marc a dopey smile.

“That’s okay, I’m happy to come and get you.”

“I really appreciate that you let me go out and have fun with my friends.”

Marc’s brow furrowed slightly as he took a quick glance at you before turning back to the road. “Why wouldn’t I let you go out with your friends?”

“Because…” you started, before sitting up in the chair a little more to look at Marc with a determined look on your face. “Because, some of my friend’s partners are really funny about them going out.”

Marc shook his head. “I’ll never do that with you.”

You nod after a few moments. “I know.” You gave another sigh. “I just…they were all talking about how shitty their relationships are, but they didn’t realise they were shitty, you know? And I couldn’t help but feel how I lucky I am to have you. And Steven and Jake. You all accept me and let me live my life how I want to.”

Marc frowned a little. “Well…we trust you, and we respect you. How are we supposed to expect the same trust and respect if we don’t let you be yourself, and make your own decisions?”

“Daisy said that Harry gives her a curfew.” You pull a disgusted face. “A curfew! She’s older than me!”

Marc shook his head, indicating right before turning, seeing the glow of the bright yellow M in the distance. “It’s not right, baby. I get it, she deserves better.”

“I hope she gets out of that relationship because…” you shook your head before snorting, leaving that as your answer. “You trust me to find my way, because I’m an adult. I’m responsible.”

“You are. Steven likes that about you.”

“And I like Steven.”

Marc held back a laugh. “We’re gonna get some food and then we’re going to go home. Bet you’re exhausted.”

“Thank you for picking me up.”

Marc couldn’t help it. He let out a laugh at your drunken mumblings, and the fact you had already forgotten that you had thanked him for the lift back home. “It’s fine, baby. I’m glad you asked me to come and get you instead of trying to get home yourself.” He smirked at you. “It was very responsible of you.”

You snorted before dissolving into giggles. “I love you.”

Marc beamed. You were affectionate most days, but you being drunk in his car, declaring your love for him, just made his chest feel warm. He finally turned into the McDonald’s. “I love you too.”

“Really?”

“Really, truly. Now, do you want chicken nuggets?”

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #marc spector #oscar isaac

[cuttergauthier]

L.A. Living

Alex Turcotte x Female Brisson Reader

Warning: cussing, fluff

word count: 0.7k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I live in L.A. I recently moved into my own apartment. I’m a senior at UCLA and I am also a social media influencer. Thankfully it helps living in L.A. It is also nice to already have a job so I can pay my own stuff instead of my parents.

My two younger brothers play hockey. Brendan plays in Vegas and Jordan plays in Chicago.

I made a lot of hockey friends through them.

I’ve been secretly dating Alex Turcotte. He's good friends with the Hughes family so I met him a few years ago since my family always spends the summer with them. Quinn, Jack and Luke always invite some teammates to join which is when I met Alex.

Alex and I have been dating since September when he first came out to L.A. But we’ve been seeing each other since summer. I didn’t want my brothers to know so we’ve been hiding it for a while.

My parents found out not too long ago, my dad wasn’t exactly happy but he saw how Alex made me happy so he was okay with it. My mom was ecstatic. 

I am currently sitting on the couch working on some homework when Alex burst through the door. My eyes widened when I looked at him, he looked panicked.

“Hey babe… everything okay?” I asked worriedly. He shook his head and made his way to me. He sat down next to me.

“I think some of the guys know about us,” he panicked.

“What, there’s no way,” I said.

We’ve been pretty good at keeping it a secret there’s no way any of them figured it out.

“Trevor wants to set me up on a date… he was also smirking when he told me and Trevor never cared about my love life before” he said which made me laugh.

“Look, we can tell them if you want, we’ve been together for a while now” I said, laying my head on his shoulder.

“Please… I also want to show you off and I can't do that if we’re a secret “ he said, making me chuckle.

“We can FaceTime my brothers later tonight and tell them” 

“Perfect, in the meantime I'm hiding out here so Trevor doesn’t find me” he said, pushing me down on the couch and laying on top of me.

I chuckled 

“Fine by me” I said, kissing his forehead.

After dinner I texted my brothers to see if they could FaceTime. They both said yes so I called them. Alex was sitting on the other side of the couch so they wouldn’t see him.

“Hey guys” 

“Hey sis” brendan said

“Hi, what did you do?” Jordan asked accusingly. I gasped 

“Nothing… can’t I just call my brothers?”

“Yes… but we know you better than that” Brendan said and Jordan agreed with him.

“Fine…. Um, would you be mad if I ended up dating one of your friends?” I asked, hoping they would say no.

“No” Jordan responded, Brendan rolled his eyes.

“Ignore him, the only friend i’d be okay with you dating is Alex,” Brendan said. My eyes widened, I looked at Alex to see he had a smile on his face.

“Oh that’s really good actually” I replied, trying not to sound nervous.

“Why is that?” Brendan asked

“Well you see… this is my boyfriend Alex,” I said, turning my phone so they can see him.

Brendan burst out laughing and I looked at Alex confused.

“God about time you actually told us,” Jordan said.

“What? How the hell did you know?” I asked

“Dad” they both replied and I started laughing.

“Of course he told you” 

“Don’t worry, we’re happy for you, but Turcs if you ever break her heart, i beating you up” brendan said

“Don’t worry, I'll turn myself in if I ever hurt her,” Alex replied.

“Good, i’m glad we understand each other” 

We said our goodbyes, Alex and I cuddled on the couch.

I took out my phone and went to Trevor's contact. 

“What are you doing?” Alex asked, smirking.

“Telling Trevor not to set up my boyfriend” i said making Alex chuckle 

Me

Hey Trevor heads up, don’t you dare try and set my boyfriend up on a date!

Trevor

WHAT?!?!?

Trevor 

YOU’RE DATING ALEX?!?!

I put my phone on the coffee table and laid my head on Alex's chest.

“You know everyone is going to know in like 5 minutes right?” Alex said, making me laugh.

Literally a few seconds later our phones started blowing up with text from our friends.

“I love you” he said, kissing my forehead.

“I love you too”

#nhl fluff #nhl fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl blurbs #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #hockey fic #hockey #hockey fanfiction #alex turcotte #Alex Turcotte imagine #alex turcotte blurb #Alex turcotte fic #Alex turcotte fluff #brendan brisson #brendan brisson blurb #trevor zegras #los angeles kings

[thyluvcupix]

Sakuatsu fic recs!

im very picky on what i label to be a 'good fic' most of the ones are amazing but only a few will get bookmarkerd by me and here they are! My ao3 acc that has many more book marks mostly nsfw i diddnt put here

1

A liar's truth 49k words

okay this one is just breathtaking? if you havent read this pls do i cried sm😭

summary:

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

2

I'll see you in court, motherfucker 2k words

its short and funny def worth a read if you wanna giggle

Summary:

“You’re still a fraud. You’re—you’re a scammer, is what you are. I don’t know how you convinced the hospital administration that you’re my husband, or that we even have a relationship, but I have—” Fuck, what’s the word? “Lawyers,” Kiyoomi says triumphantly, “I have lawyers, and if you’re trying to con me for some ulterior motive, I’ll have you know—” “Oh my god, Omi,” Miya says, sounding equal parts exasperated and horribly fond. “How can you be so cute?”

A pleasant side effect of being down one vestigial organ is forgetting the existence of your hot Olympic athlete husband

3

The 28 post cards you left me 8k words

Honestly, if i ever break up with someone this is exactly what i want from them? Like omg?? pls send me post cards, Super cute

Summary:

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

4

The art of the thrist trap 4k words

naughty naughty, but other than that this fic is so funny? like ask ur brother how to rizz someone up

Summary:

“Samu, I’ve got a big problem.”

“Here we fuckin’ go. What is it this time?”

Atsumu needs to think strategically about how he’s going to phrase this. One wrong word and Osamu will hang up on him and Atsumu will be forced to wade through the hell of his own mind by himself.

“I jerked off to one of my teammates.”

Osamu hangs up.

5

Problem 5k words

super cute sleepy omi is something else

Summary:

Atsumu has a problem— somehow, he finds every version of Sakusa Kiyoomi adorable.

In which Atsumu realizes that Sakusa Kiyoomi gets very quiet and very adorable when he's tired. Things simply go downhill from there.

6

Take me where the music aint to loud 2k words

Protetive sakusa>>

Summary:

Winning against the Adlers must have meant something of a great deal to Sakusa, as usually he wouldn’t even consider going out with the rest of his team after the game.

Yet, here he is, in a somewhat crowded club, wearing a black button up shirt rolled up around his wrists and sweating a little under the bright lights.

Atsumu thinks he looks beautiful.

He wanders over to where Sakusa is standing with Meian, hoping that tonight, with a little bit of influence from alcohol, he might be able to get more conversation out of him than he can usually get outside of practice.

But of course, Atsumu can’t have anything good, ever. Because, blocking the way is his ex-boyfriend.

--

or; atsumu runs into his ex in the club, and sakusa has to rescue him

7

ROAD RAGE 2k words

This is funny on so many levels poor atsumu he fears for his life

Summary:

For a man who preaches at any given opportunity about the importance of good self-care practices, Sakusa certainly displays an astounding lack of self-preservation when behind the wheel.

Sakusa Kiyoomi has a driver’s license. Sakusa Kiyoomi cannot drive.

The two are not mutually exclusive.

8

The ascent to love (or descent) 3k words

Im always a sucker for hurt/comfort and this fic gives me that, its also funny as well so its a win-win type thing

Summary:

Stuck in an elevator with his boyfriend after a fight, Sakusa Kiyoomi couldn't think of anything worse. Working through their issues?  Maybe he could think of one thing.

9

Take me home 10k words

i just cannont stress how good this is, like its soul healing on so may levels gosh

Summary:

Turns out, Miya Atsumu never did a good thing in his life – his love was one-sided. And so, he was running away, hoping to meet some friendly people, take a bunch of pretty pictures and get over Kita Shinsuke.

In which Miya Atsumu is an exchange student in Italy, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the only one knowing Japanese, forced to take care of the new student.

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Hope is the thing with feathers 10k words

Two dummies taking care of some birds is honestly to good

Summary:

Kiyoomi wakes to Miya banging on his door, yelling words that put the fear of god in him.

“Omi-kun, get out here, we’re gonna be fathers.”

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In the stars 1k words

In all honesty it made me think of the other side of love i never thought about

Summary:

Miya Atsumu is a romantic. He always had been. He believes in soulmates and destiny and true love in the stars. Sakusa Kiyoomi believes none of that.

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 19 - You'll be the promise, I'll be the scream

Masterlist; Chapter 18 Summary: The aftermath of Riddler's words. You're forced to face the fears and talk to Bruce. Neither of those is an easy feat... Warnings: 18+; tones of angst, R's internal crisis and... them smuts ✨ Author's Notes: Woo, she made it! Incredible! Outstanding achievement. Seriously, though, I know it's been a while. To compensate - this one is long. Like 10.7k long. And it's also explicit bc them idiots needed tension release of the traditional kind :))))) It's probably only one chapter and epilogue left now so... getting emotional. A little bit. But we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now... buckle up, 'kay? You're gonna needed. (I know they're idiots). Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think? 💕 Tag list: Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo, @grunge-n-roses5 (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added).

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Returning to the Wayne Tower from Arkham felt like a fevered dream. You could barely remember how you got there from the street by your house where you had directed Gordon to drop you off. Only that no matter the distance from the prison, your heart did not get any lighter.

Riddler’s words still rang out loud and clear in your head, slowly driving you crazy. The tower was blessedly quiet and empty when you reached the study and collapsed into the armchair. One look at the phone screen and a quick read of the only text that awaited you confirmed the expected – Bruce was already out and would be back later. Probably much later. Which was good. The last thing you wanted was to be confronted by someone you could not lie to. All hopes shattered when Dory walked into the room not a quarter of an hour later.

It was easy to pretend then, quickly falling back into the role you knew well. You smiled when appropriate, forced down a meal that could not be contested and produced a lie that worked in your favour. Dory had no clue. It did not matter that your heart was breaking beneath the performance. You were stellar, as always.

It was a relief to have her retire to her room not long after you finished eating. You were finally alone. It was a no-brainer to turn down all the unnecessary lights and carry your stuff to your bedroom, closing the door behind your back. You got as far as sitting down at the foot of the bed when your brain caught up. The memories came rushing in, Riddler’s voice as clear as in that cell, taunting you just like he did. What if he was right? What if your father was a monster, and you were following in his footsteps? There were no answers. Frantic brain kept running through all the pieces you had ever written, quickly finding those Nashton could have meant. The times when you were relentless, pushed too far. The times when you should have stopped. The solution was simple – he was right.

The steady stream of tears rushed down your cheeks, smudging the mascara you had recklessly put on in the morning as you lied down on the covers and curled up. The weight on your chest was not going anywhere, making it hard to breathe. Near impossible to leave the spiral once you got absorbed in it. An endless onslaught of self-hatred poured out along with the quiet sobs that wrecked your frame. Each thought felt like your heart being ripped out, piece by piece. The smithereens bled onto the duvet as your mind circled back, time and time again, to that one idea.

The worst one of them all. The fear that you would hurt Bruce. That it was all you were capable of doing, destroying what you held dear. Perhaps it had already happened; the guillotine was let loose. About to slash your neck, once and for all. Maybe it would’ve been for the best.

After a while, the tears had dried out, the parched throat begging for a glass of water. But you did not want to move. Did not seem to have the strength to do so. Slowly, you raised your head enough to see the inky skies outside, for once free from rain clouds. The moon peered shyly into the room, painting the floor silver. The thoughts were still there. The pain had not left.

You were almost close to dozing off from exhaustion when faint creaks of the floorboards in the corridor outside made you open your eyes. Someone stopped right by your door, hesitating. Somehow, you knew who it was before they decided and pressed the handle. For a split second, you mourned that you had left the door unlocked. Then Bruce stepped inside, and all you could do was close your eyes against the sudden pinprick of pain in your chest. The silence was deafening. Almost enough to make you speak and answer the thousands of questions he seemed to have. You never got quite that far.

As if reading your mind, Bruce closed the door behind his back and slowly approached the bed. His body was tense, uncertainty visible in every move. You could only imagine what he saw when he came closer. You did not dare to move, passively staring at his approaching form until Bruce stopped two feet away from the bed and raised his head. Enough so you could see his expression. The haunting blue eyes were now flooded with concern and fear. Before you could dwell on what you saw, Bruce spoke:

“What happened?” his husky tone dripped with worry, making you wince from the sound alone.

But you did not feel like giving in to him just yet.

“You could’ve knocked, you know” aware of the tear tracks tainted with ink from the mascara on your cheeks, you did your best to glower at him.

Judging by the defeated look you got back, it was a futile attempt. Bruce took another step closer, visibly pondering whether he should sit next to your slumped form.

“Come on, don’t give me that. What happened?” his tone softened a notch, enough to make your heart pick up its pace.

And to make you sit up, silently offering space should he want it. Training your mind on the floor, you whispered:

“I met him” you could hear the unspoken question in the heavy silence, forcing you to add, quieter still, “Riddler,”

Bruce gasped as if he had been hit in the stomach.

“What? Why?” the disbelief in his voice made you look up.

Seeing the horror on his face as if he could not believe what he was hearing. It was enough to make shame bloom in the pit of your stomach, yet again making you wish you could disappear. But there was no divine intervention. No opening pit in the ground or a merciful hand to end it for you. As if subconsciously wanting to make the pain worse, you forced yourself to look him in the eye as you spoke:

“Because I wanted to. I was curious, so I asked Gordon to take me to him after the witness statement” as soon as the words were out, you could feel the tears welling up.

Because hearing it said like that spoke volumes about your idiocy. How it all could have been avoided if not for your lack of logic. It was not surprising to hear Bruce groan in response,

“Jesus Christ,” a muttered curse dropped from his lips as he covered his face with his hands for a beat, then raised it to fix you with a glare, “Why did you-”

Somehow you knew what was coming. And that you would not survive it if Bruce scolded you, pointing out all the ways you had fucked up and the reasons why you could never be enough. For him or anybody else. So, you interjected his incoming rant with the wavering voice:

“Please, don’t. I know it was stupid, and it definitely taught me a lesson” it was impossible to hide the pain from your tone, keen on getting the message, “So if you’re going to berate me, I’d rather you left” what was supposed to be a stern warning, never got that far.

Instead, the condition sounded weak, like a thinly veiled plea for mercy. And it was not wrong. To your immense surprise, it worked. Bruce visibly winced as his words seemed to catch up with him.

“God, no. I’m sorry” seeing immediate contrition felt good enough for you to nod your head in agreement to his silent question, allowing Bruce to sit down and finish the thought, “I just… What did he say to you?” he kept his distance yet the softness in his voice felt like a reassuring hand-squeeze.

You glanced at him, hoping to convey the gratitude. But even that was not enough to make you eager to tell the tale.

“Many, many things” a choice for the moment was a tentative opening.

A quick attempt at dodging the question if Bruce allowed you.

“I’ve got time,” he didn’t; leaning back a fraction to appear at ease.

To highlight that he wanted to hear it, that he had nothing else to do but listen to your sob story of naivety and stupid decisions. From the look in his eyes, you could tell you had no other choice. Letting out a sigh as a preamble, you shifted your gaze back onto the floor. You could already feel the familiar burn of tears.

“Um… in a nutshell, my father was a monster directly responsible for what happened to your mother. I’m exactly the same, devoted to the job so much that nothing else matters” you heard Bruce’s sharp breath intake but did not grant yourself the right to look at him, “He asked when am I going to destroy you and finish what my father started” the wobbling voice cracked as new tears streamed down your cheeks again, ever so eager to make an appearance; they forced out the most vulnerable of confessions you could give him then “The worst part is that I think he’s right” there it is, as always.

Without giving you time to dissolve into sobs that choked up your throat, Bruce moved, his careful fingers lifting your chin so he could lock his eyes with yours. There was no escape from his knowing stare as he delicately swept his thumb over your tear-streaked cheeks before dipping lower to trace your cupid’s bow. Unable to hold his tender gaze, you closed your eyes.

“He’s not,” the gentle whisper was filled with conviction.

But it was not enough to convince you. Not quite enough to stop the vicious thoughts.

“But-” your protest got silenced before you could get a word out.

As if knowing what you needed, Bruce leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before squeezing your hand with his unoccupied palm. Reluctantly you opened your eyes, realising the intended effect. He had your full attention.

“Listen to me. The point of that conversation was to rile you up. To make you believe those things and go insane because of them,” his firm tone captured your mind, as did the heat in his eyes, betraying the anger Bruce felt on your behalf, “He loved every second because this is what he does. He gets under your skin, feeds on guilt and insecurities and amplifies them” tangling his fingers with yours in what felt like second nature, Bruce allowed the passion give way to fondness, strengthening the message “But the main point is that it was all bullshit” on its own accord, your mouth twisted into a weak smile, triggered by something as unusual as hearing him curse “Nothing else” he finished the speech with another hand squeeze as he raised your joined hands to his mouth and kissed your knuckles.

The gesture, along with everything he said, made your head spin. The logical part of your brain knew Bruce was right. But it was a small fraction of an overall emotional consciousness, which would not be settled quite so easily. You hoped that perhaps the longer you stared into his eyes, the more convinced you would become.

Leaning into his palm that still cupped your cheek, you whispered a question:

“How can you be so sure?” one that you were scared to ask but still needed to know.

To understand what it was that Bruce saw, that you were blind to. Why he trusted you when he should not?

“Because I know you,” his confidence did not waver as he offered the response without hesitancy, “I know that you care about everyone around you, that you would do anything for those you hold dear. And that, above all, you’re a good person” Bruce concluded his speech with another kiss on your forehead, a rare sure smile hiding in the corners of his lips.

At once, the vicious voices in your head grew silent, emptying the space of all that was not affection and gratitude. Even if just for a moment. The prickling tears were not going anywhere as you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of Bruce’s hand clasping yours. For the first time during that long day, you felt the stifling weight lift off your chest.

“Shit, you’re going to make me cry, sweetheart” cracking a weak joke, you risked a glance at his reaction following the nickname.

Bruce grinned, no longer pretending to mask the fondness with an eye roll. Even with the haze of tiredness quickly descending over your head, you greatly appreciated the change. Enough so to creep a little closer still and lean your head on his shoulder, covertly inhaling the familiar scent of laundry detergent, expensive cologne and dampness of the terminus. A strange concoction that already felt like home, although you would never admit it.

“I mean it, though” Bruce gently rested his head on top of yours, cementing the sentiment and leaving another rush of warmth burning in your chest.

It was hard to fill the silence with anything else. Save maybe for the things you couldn’t say. After a beat, you found the safest question and gave it a voice:

“How- Um… How was your day?” the pathetic quiver shook your vocal cords.

Before you could give yourself a moment to marinate in shame while listening to his answer, Bruce carefully extracted himself from your embrace and stood up. Upon your questioning look, he murmured:

“One sec” already moving towards the ensuite, he kept speaking, “Selina asked to meet up with me, so I went to see her… She’s left the city, actually” you stared as Bruce entered the room a few seconds later, clutching a bottle of micellar water and cotton pads.

It took another three seconds for his words to sink in and for you to understand them. What it meant and how it made you feel. Strange. Conflicted. Fucking confused, among others. The attempts at words got stuck in your throat when Bruce sat next to you on the duvet and wordlessly prepared the make-up remover, waiting for you to tip your chin forward. Your body moved before you told it to, closing the gap yet again. He did not hesitate before leaning in to begin wiping off the mess from your face with a look of pure concentration.

It felt strange to be under his scrutiny, mindful of all the different issues you could catalogue on your face. Of all the ways Bruce could find you lacking. Not enough compared with someone like her.

“Oh… okay,” remembering that it was your turn to speak, you blurted out the only question you desperately needed to be answered, “You didn’t want to go with her?”

There. Your heart lying in his open palm, ready to be crushed. Not for the first time since you had met.

Bruce took his time, meticulously wiping off the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes, his gaze never straying from your face. You did not dare think about what he must have seen there.

“No, of course not” cutting through the uncertainty, Bruce offered a reply that gave no room for interpretation, at once meeting your worried look with a ready explanation, “I spent too much time fighting for Gotham just to leave it on a whim” he swallowed hard as if finally caught by the doubts, clearly debating whether what he wanted to say next should be spoken; then, he made up his mind “Plus, it was never like that between us” the meaningful look was impossible to miss, as was the unspoken implication of what he meant; the combination was enough to fortify the blush on your cheeks  “She’s glad you’re fine after what happened. And that you’re staying too,”

The final comment was another surprise, spiking your heart rate to a faster beat. Because it suggested one thing you did not consider – Bruce talked with Selina about you. That you were important enough to be a conversation topic. Selina took her time to think about what she witnessed.

And that Bruce wasn’t going to leave. You still had time, for better or worse. Using the tidbit of information as your needed courage inspiration, you reached your hand to his, curling your fingers around his wrist. Just to keep him close.

“Are you? Happy I’m staying?” the thin band of skin-to-skin contact offered the push you needed to ask what you wanted.

The second most important matter after Bruce staying in Gotham.

Bruce used the final clean cotton wipe to erase the dried-up coats of foundation from the bridge of your nose and lowered his hands, freeing your face. His blue eyes stayed right where they were, sometimes meeting yours, at other times fixed on your mouth. Enough so to wreak havoc in your head and heart. At last, Bruce’s lips quirked into a small smile, his other hand coming down to cover yours, still encircling his wrist. The light pressure of his touch was enough to ground you, making the wait for his answer seem bearable.

“More than I know how to express” even with the anticipation, his reply took you by surprise, making you gasp as you were suddenly too bashful to look him in the eye; and for a good reason, “The meeting with Selina made me think about some things and…” you glanced up, the breath caught in your throat as you watched Bruce ponder something again; it was impossible to tell where it was leading “Before you, I was never brave enough to want. The feeling was there, the desires and the needs, but I never gave in to them. Slowly, I learnt how to repress it and shove it so far down that I almost thought I’m resistant” oh; your head flew back up fast enough to make your spine crack, head unable to comprehend the meaning without getting overwhelmed, only to find Bruce staring right back; his blue eyes sure and firm in their unwavering belief “Then you happened” oh.

The confession felt important. Crucial in its significance, like nothing else before it. Tangible like the pressure of his hand over yours and the heat of his body across the narrow space. Terrifying like the depths of feelings in your heart and head. You did not know what made him say it. Caught speechless by the admission, you could only whisper:

“Sorry,” shyly biting into your lower lip until Bruce tugged it free.

Your tender skin was burning from his touch. Thousand more apologies for turning his life on its head died on your tongue as you felt the familiar tension rise. Suddenly it was hard to find reasons why you should not close that gap. Why you should not keep touching him, giving whatever he wanted from you. The resolution was waiting in the wings for you to take the plunge whenever you were ready.

“I never said it’s a bad thing” Bruce’s smile only brightened as he brushed away your foolish apology while his fingers drifted downwards to trail over the skin of your neck, “Just that sometimes it’s difficult to stop myself from reaching for what I want” there was an implication in his voice, a pointer towards what he was too scared to say.

Perhaps the heat of his touch sparking the fire in your veins made you decide. Reach for the opening he created and take what he was offering. It was not difficult to breach the gap and take hold of his hand to drag it down, pressing his palm to your chest, right over the heart. Taking pleasure in the hungry look in his eyes, you leaned in close to whisper:

“You don’t have to stop” keeping your gaze locked onto his mouth, you added, “Not with me” then, with the both of you suspended millimetres away from the kiss that you could already feel, you posed the question, “What do you want, Bruce?”

Hoping he would get the message that whatever was about to happen had to be his request. Only then could you let go of the uncertainty and fear ruling your head. The heart was kept hostage. Bruce let out a shuddered breath, fanning your parted lips with a wisp of air. His nose nudged yours as he struggled to look you in the eye before replying:

“You” his free hand wandered down to touch your hip as Bruce leaned against you, slowly pushing you down onto the mattress, “Everything. I-”

Too scared to let him speak, you closed his mouth with a kiss, finally closing the gap. Releasing your heart from the captivity of the mind. Sealing your fate with a careful caress of your lips over his. Taking Bruce’s broken gasp and pulling him further into the embrace so that he had no choice but to surrender. Cover your body with his, enveloping your shaking bones with the warmth you have craved. That kiss was meant to be slow and direct in its meaning. You knew he understood when you broke the contact with a quiet whimper, your eyes roaming over his stunned features. The blown-out pupils and reddened lips drew your attention like magnets and made it so much easier to find the necessary words:

“You can have everything,” swallowing past the unspeakable, you met his gaze with vulnerability, “Please,” now there was nothing to hide.

He had it all, waiting for his move. The troubled blue eyes searched yours for a beat as if looking for uncertainty he expected to follow your admission.

“Are- are you sure?” the hesitant question confirmed your suspicions but was contested by his seemingly unconscious touch.

Fingers running down the slope of your thigh, now hitched over his hip to keep him in place. Adding fuel to the fire and distracting your mind from anything else but Bruce. Even with the fog steadily rising, his question was ridiculous. Without wasting time speaking, you used the empty hand to grab his shirt and pull him down to meet your lips. Again.

Only, this time, you did not idle, instantly opening your mouth and prodding his open with your curious tongue. Swiping against his tongue in a well-practised dance, exploring the inside of his mouth. All the moves were familiar; all elicited a gasp, a tightening hand touching your hip. All increased the temperature till all you wanted to do was make sure Bruce took off his clothes soon. So you could touch him how you wanted to.

Motivated by the thought, you broke the kiss and leaned back far enough to huff out a question:

“Was that good enough for you?” making sure to throw a cheeky smile, you admired the blush blooming upon his cheeks.

The kiss did what you needed it to. Bruce smiled back, the last tint of uncertainty vanishing from his face as you cupped his cheek. Fingertips tracing the sharp cheekbones and the fading bruises. He was beautiful. A fact that still sometimes astonished you after years of hearing about Bruce Wayne and seeing grainy photographs in the paper and online. Along with the idea that one day you would be this close to him. Close enough to touch and tear your heart apart in the process.

Ignoring the melancholy that threatened to steal the moment from your hands, you swept your thumb over Bruce’s bottom lip. Drawing both of you back in. Shaking himself awake, Bruce’s hand ventured up from your hip to trace the hem of your shirt and then dove underneath. Warm fingers skating over your skin, helping the chills settle in and raise the goosebumps. His attentive eyes watched you, noticing every shiver you tried to fight off. Pondering the mystery of what was going to happen next. One thing was clear – this time Bruce had it all figured out. He knew exactly how to get you to the edge of insanity. And then beyond.

Once he leaned in, slowly making his path from the corner of your mouth to your neck with pecks, you knew it was over. With each carefully laid peck, your body trembled. Each ignited a fire in your veins only Bruce could smother. Your hand tightened its hold over his shoulder; legs immediately accommodated to fit his body in the cradle of your thighs. Heart hammering between your ribs, begging to be listened to. To keep him like this forever.

Nosing at your pulse point, Bruce licked the spot, making your hips buck to meet his as if on autopilot. Making you gasp and mutter a curse that never quite got its voice. Only for him to sink his teeth in a shallow bite. Enough for your body to jerk upright, a pathetic breathless moan slipping through the gritted teeth. Enough for you to dig your nails into his arm and bunch up the shirt to find his bare skin. Trace the scars and the outline of muscles. You already felt like you were losing your mind. As if summoned by your hazy thoughts, Bruce concluded his exploration with a final teasing kiss over your collarbone and raised his head to ask:

“Can I?” the enigmatic question was easily explained by his tentative hand tracing the hem of your shirt.

Asking to give him what was already his. You appreciated the thoughtfulness. But there was one condition you had to voice before you gave in.

“Only if you take this off too” tugging at his t-shirt, you whispered out the pitiful wish, “I really want to touch you” a wave of shame threatened to rise, but it never got anywhere.

Not with the way Bruce looked at you after the admission. His lips stretched into a soft smile. Eyes awed and sparkling like rarely before. As if what you said was something he had been aching to hear.

Without another word, Bruce kissed your forehead before getting up on his knees to pull off the shirt in one move. You never saw quite where he threw the clothing. It did not matter that you already saw him like this many times before. Nor that now, after the few harrowing days, his torso was littered with an array of bruises and cuts. Your hand darted out as if controlled with a mind of its own, only just managing to graze the skin of his abdomen. The dark hair trail disappearing into the waistline of his trousers drew your attention like it always did. A simple touch earned you a full-body shiver quickly masked with an outstretched hand, inviting you to join him.

You did not waste a second to get up on your knees and close that awful gap. To meet Bruce’s gaze with bravery you did not feel and take off your shirt. Feeling the drafty air over your naked skin, you moved to cover up, but he stopped you with a firm grip on the forearm. Blue eyes locked stares with yours, ceasing all the chatter running through your brain. Till it was just Bruce. His reassuring touch, running up your arms to trace the bra straps and a silent question you knew he was asking. With the staccato in your chest, you nodded. Just once. Already feeling the rush of blood to your head. It all felt different. More profound. As if every action mattered.

The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. Despite the ridiculous fears, you nodded and watched with bated breath as Bruce carefully lowered both straps and reached around your back to undo the clasp. Another rush of cold air could be only partially blamed for the shiver that wrecked your frame when the bra slipped down. Leaving your torso bare under Bruce’s watchful gaze. His fingertips skated over your tender skin, slowly circling the dark pink areolas and making you gasp. But it was not enough to shut up the brain. Your hand darted out to stop his meticulous study with a grasp around the wrist. His head snapped back up. An instant crease between the eyebrows brought a flush of softness to your heart.

“What’s wrong?” Bruce’s question made you wince.

You could not tell him. Couldn’t-

“Nothing,” the reply was automatic, your tongue falling into the familiar pattern to make up the word, hoping it would be enough to fool him. It wasn’t. You knew it as soon as you saw his brow twitch with disbelief, soothing circles traced into your upper arm acting as a further reason to let it all spill out, “I’m just… feeling weirdly shy, I guess” it was hard to meet his eyes.

Yet the crux of the issue had been laid out. It fell between you, disappearing into the weighted silence. You knew it made no sense. That Bruce had already seen you. Hell, he’s seen so much more. Still. The head did not want to listen to reason. The once hopeful dreams of getting lost in him tonight already seemed improbable. Because how does one get lost when the head and the heart are still in it?

“Why?” another question brought your back to the scene, his measured voice quickly becoming the lifeline you needed.

The string pulling you back from the spiral and forcing you to talk how you probably should have at the beginning. Your breath caught in your chest when you saw the depth of understanding in his gaze. And no judgement or ire. Almost as if, for Bruce, nothing would change no matter what you said next. Almost as if- No. He’d never. You ignored the idea before it could spread like a disease. Instead, you steeled your spine and gathered the courage to answer his question. To reveal a fraction of the truth, as he deserved.

“Because it matters how you see me” your eyes turned glossy as they focused on his face.

It was more than accurate. An admission long overdue. Somehow you could tell Bruce knew that. His hands cupped your face between his palms in a tender hold. Thumbs softly stroke your cheeks as he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead before speaking:

“Then there’s no need to worry” his nose brushed against yours in a gentle caress, letting the whisper carry his words through the narrow space between you, “You’re perfect” his gaze flickered from your eyes to your mouth, but it was easy to miss.

Christ. You wanted to say something else. To protest, ask him how he can tell when you are the only woman he has ever been with. But it would not do. Your heart would never let you. No, it already took the compliment and ran with it, thrashing in your chest like a caged bird. There was nothing you could do.

Nothing, but throw your arms around his neck and dive in for a kiss. Bruce was waiting for you, opening his mouth under yours as soon as you pressed your lips against his. Not willing to waste time already running out, you let your tongue dart out. Swirling it around his and then sucking, enough to make him gasp and pull you closer. His arms enveloped your body, somehow making everything seem fine. Complete, even. You kissed him till there was barely any oxygen left, and you had to separate, eagerly exchanging pecks as you both caught your breath. His taste had filled your mouth, getting rid of the salty tint of tears and the bitterness of coffee. Everything was just Bruce. Like always.

Without thinking, you lowered your head to press another kiss to his chin and then below, tracing the slope of his throat with careful pecks. Bruce’s grip tightened over your waist as a broken groan reverberated through his chest. You could almost feel the sound in your bones. The thought rushed through your body like a bolt of lightning, venturing down between your thighs to a spot you had tried your hardest to ignore. But no longer could. Your core throbbed with the persistent desire as wetness spilt onto the gusset of your panties. You did not have to search your heart to know what you wanted.

That need made you bold enough to swipe your tongue in a broad stroke over Bruce’s throat. Collecting the low moan, he let out with satisfaction. As you sunk your teeth into a shallow bite over his pulse point, the feeling grew tenfold inspired by the noises that Bruce could not to stop. As if you were driving him insane. Leaning back to study your work, you knew the mark on his skin would stay. That it would be something he could remember you by, no matter what came after.

Before you could dive back in to continue, Bruce hooked his fingers under your chin to gently make you raise your head and look at him. So you could see the flushed cheeks and swollen lips parted to let out strained breaths. Following a will of their own, your eyes flicked to his waist and then below, checking whether he was just as affected as you were. What you found only made the frenzy worse. As did his words, accompanied by deliberate touch running along the waistline of your trousers:

“I want to taste you,” Bruce leaned in close, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

But you hardly registered it, brain caught up on what he said. Because that… that was quite something. Something you never expected to hear from him. The surprise must have painted across your face, your gaping mouth left open and eyes staring at him for too long. Until your brain thawed enough for you to speak (or stutter):

“Christ… Bruce, you can’t say things like- Okay, yeah” the string of words made only a little sense, but you compensated with a stupid grin and a hasty nod; the anticipatory shiver already coursing through your body as you met his gaze to add, “A sensible lady never says no that” your lips curled into a smirk, gleefully taking note of his mirroring smile, only then it was time for a check in “Do you really want to?” your hand run up his chest to curl around his shoulder.

Feeling the warmth of his skin and the promise of what he offered. But you could not just let him do it. That would have been too selfish. Even if Bruce seemed pretty convinced. The hunger in his eyes stole your breath as he took your verbal consent and hooked his fingers under the waistline of your trousers. Never straying from your gaze, he gave the reply:

“Yes,” his new confidence could easily be your outdoing.

But it could have also been the unceremonial way he pushed you down onto the bed, your body hitting the mattress with a quiet thud. A confirmation enough for the last of your worries.

“Okay,” a nervous giggle broke out from your chest as you watched him lean over you, those blue eyes darker than usual “Blow my mind, sweetheart” there were no doubts in your mind that he was capable.

It was proven as soon as Bruce finished undressing you, the quick work perfected with his lingering touch had you breathing shallowly. The feeling grew once you were lying naked before him, with nothing but the soaked panties to save you from his intense gaze. From the heat of his eyes, caressing what was already familiar. Tracing the paths his hands would soon follow. Unable to withstand the scrutiny much longer, you reached up to get him close, capturing his mouth with a kiss Bruce had long anticipated. He opened his lips underneath yours without a second wasted while letting his hands venture down your stomach, short fingernails emblazoning your tender skin. Before you knew it, he had tugged down your underwear, leaving you bare. The strange shyness had breached the surface again as you broke the kiss with a gasp and met his gaze with wide eyes. Silently asking for mercy.

One quick kiss and a nod had to be enough for you as Bruce gave your nose a playful nudge, his hand delving between your thighs without another warning. Your body shuddered upon his touch, cheeks turning scarlet once you realised how wet you were. Bruce’s surprise was evident in the slight hitch in his breathing, almost disguised by an inhale.

Your slick covered his fingers to the knuckles as he meticulously learnt to play you how you needed. At first, only stroking your clit with a feather-like touch, then circling your entrance, spreading your arousal, and making your thighs shake. It was already bad. And it could only get worse. For your dignity, that is. Sweat pearled on your forehead as you watched Bruce lower himself down your body, placing pecks along your abdomen. He settled between your thighs, the muscles on his back flexing under the skin in the faint light of the bedroom. As if unconsciously acting on his instincts, Bruce pressed a kiss to the inside of your left thigh, quickly following it with another one on the right thigh. Both kisses burned your skin like a hot poker. The sensation culminated in the apex of your thighs, in the frustrating throbbing you could hardly ignore anymore. But you did not have to.

Bruce met your gaze, seeking consent for the final time. With no words found, save for the ones you could never tell out loud, you nodded, impatiently brushing away the stray strands of hair that fell into your eyes. You wanted to see him. That first glimpse of Bruce diving between your legs with his head bowed was reason enough. As was the way his hands curled around your thighs, keeping them apart and spread. Leaving you exposed and shaking with want. All the faintest doubts disappeared when his tongue touched your clit in a kitten stroke. Your body jerked upright, kept in place only with Bruce’s steel grip. He repeated the move, drawing out a moan you could not hold in. Setting your blood on fire. Christ. A thousand curses and endearments rose in your throat but were desperately stifled by your waning self-control. You knew it would not last long.

The first blow came with Bruce’s skilful tongue circling your clit, learning all the different ways to make you tremble. He was a good listener, taking all the cues you were leaving and changing his technique to fit your needs. Searching for grounding, you sank your fingers in his hair and pulled. Bruce did not seem to mind, briefly stopping his feast to press a lingering kiss on your thigh. His fingers traced circles onto your skin, soothing the fevered flesh. The unbidden confessions showed up again, choking you with ferocity. Bruce was the one to save you, letting his tongue delve inside you in an exploratory move. One that made your hips buck into his face and tore a shout from your mouth.

Desire shot through your body like a bolt of lightning, bringing a delirious grin onto your face. It was quickly wiped clean as Bruce continued licking into you with passion you never expected from him. Utterly devoted to the task and focused on driving you crazy. A coil tightened in your lower belly, making it much harder to shut up. Making you squirm and trash under his hold. When he interrupted the relentless penetration with a flick of his tongue over your clit, you could not keep quiet.

“God, you- You’re so good” panting out the sentence that barely made sense, you highlighted the sentiment with a sharper tug on his hair.

Making Bruce groan into your core, the sound pushing you down the slippery slope with no way back. From then on, it was only a question of when you would break. Your body burned under his attention. Each point of contact felt like a flame scorching your flesh. Your heart hammered between your ribs, overwhelmed with the multitude of feelings. Pleasure rose and rose until all you could do was gasp his name between moans. Till your head was empty of everything but Bruce. Until the tension snapped, and an explosion filled your vision with white.

“I’m- Fuck,” the curse substituted any words you could have intended to say, but it was enough.

Bruce knew, his hands gripped your legs harder as if to ground you moments before. You came with his name on your lips and your hand gripping his hair. Your core squeezed around his prodding tongue wave after wave as Bruce lapped at your arousal without hesitation. Your thighs trapped his head between them, but he did not seem to mind, helping you ride the aftershocks with patience. As you came to, feeling your body go limp with a sigh, Bruce took his time earnestly licking at your folds. Collecting every drop as if he was hooked already on the taste. You did not dare dwell on that thought too long.

Instead, you searched for his hand to squeeze his palm. He understood the signal, instantly raising his head to find your gaze. You knew the look in your eyes could only be described as wild, with the pupils blown out large. But staring into his darkened blue stare, the realization did not hurt quite so much. His lips and chin were shiny from your arousal; the discovery of the fact sent a shiver down your spine. Bruce took hold of your hand to return the squeeze while his lips stretched into a confident smile. An incredibly attractive look, you had to admit.

“So… I take it, I did good,” emphasizing the word, Bruce smirked, his eyes twinkling.

Despite the embarrassment at what you said, you could not stop the chuckle. The fondness in your heart made its way to your gaze as you attempted a one-sided shrug.

“You broke me” that was an understatement.

But it only made his grin brighter. Without breaking the eye contact Bruce swept his tongue over his lower lip. Collecting the droplets of your come and crawling up to meet you on the bed. There was no mercy for the wicked.

“I can tell” his eyes roamed over your face affectionately, making you want to hide from his attention.

But you chose to meet it straight on, raising your head just enough to capture his lips in a kiss. Only to instantly groan into his mouth when you tasted yourself on his tongue. Bruce’s embrace tightened around your arms as he gathered you into his chest, carefully laying down next to you. And never breaking the kiss that stretched and evolved to fit your needs. Going from hectic and eager to languid. From chaotic to deliberate, and lasting till you were both out of breath, panting against each other’s mouth, unwilling to separate. You made sure you were sufficiently curled against his warm body before you leaned back to put some space and find his gaze again.

The blue eyes were never disappointing, instantly setting your body on fire with the tenderness you found in them. It felt good to be like this with Bruce, able to let go of the fears and inhibitions. Able to give in to the love you could feel coursing in your bloodstream every second you had spent with Bruce. Because even if he did not reciprocate, the memories would still be there. After. Whatever that meant. After you fucked it and told him, probably. With the aching heart beating in your chest and the creeping dread threatening to tear the moment away from you, the hesitant question placed itself on the tip of your tongue:

“Was it how you imagined?” with your eyes trained on his face, you knew when Bruce caught the meaning.

His flushed cheeks turned redder as his arms tightened around your waist, nose nuzzling into your head to buy him some time. And hide from your curious gaze. Bruce Wayne was adorable, and you had no idea what to do with the fact.

“Better,” his reply came in the form of a rushed word and was followed by an admission you almost thought you had misheard, “Think I’m already addicted to you” he raised his head again to meet your eyes.

It was impossible to get rid of the lovesick look on your face as your body shivered with anticipation. That something was still in the air. The tension that assured you Bruce was eager to take another step. You did not have to search your heart and mind to know you wanted it too. Right here and now. No matter the consequences. You knew there was a high chance you would regret it later. But that did not matter now.

Carefully, you placed your hand over his heart, splaying the palm on his chest and replied:

“That’s my line” taking a deep breath to take the plunge, you added, “I- I want you,” your voice wavered, but the revelation could not have been surer.

The sudden shyness was still concerning, rendering you nearly useless with how it had tied your tongue into knots. But with Bruce, those three words were enough. His eyes darkened almost instantly, a hitch in the breath disguised by a kiss pressed to your temple. It was easy to tell what it meant, encouraging you to trail your hand down the broad planes of his chest and stomach. Eliciting another gasp, this time masked with a tentative question:

“Are you sure?” the irony of his asking did not escape you.

The last time it had been you that asked, a thousand times or more, just to ascertain he would not regret it. To be assured that Bruce wanted to give you that crucial part of himself. A gift no one had given you before. Not quite like that. But now, after everything, you appreciated that he checked. Even though you never needed him to.

“Perfectly” you found his eyes to show him the smile on your face while your hand skated lower still, brushing over his abdomen and the trail of hair disappearing into the waistband.

But you did not stop there, letting your fingertips touch his zipper in what you hoped was a smooth enough suggestion. It worked if the way Bruce grabbed your hand was anything to go by. You shot him a questioning glance, waiting for that telling nod to work his belt undone. Once you had it, his eyes dark and hungry, you did not waste time tugging his trousers and boxers down his legs and throwing them somewhere onto the floor. The longer you hesitated, the more likely it would be for your head or heart to catch up. Intervene in what was supposed to be just sex. No strings attached. Or so you liked to tell yourself.

Only when neither of you could hide behind fabric or pretence, the noises in your head grew quiet again. The room was silent as your eyes trailed over his naked body, consuming all the details you had almost forgotten. Though it had only been days. Like the constellation of moles on his hip or the exact markings of his multiple scars. Like the fading bruises, which were all new to your eyes. Like the feel of his hand running over your hip and thigh, drawing you in for a kiss.

You went willingly, melting into his touch and making sure every inch of your body touched his. With your leg in between his, arms thrown around his waist and mouth sealed in a kiss. A kiss that went on for minutes, which felt like hours. An eternity of your tongues sliding against each other’s and tracing the insides of your mouths. Imprinting the taste of him in your mind forever. Slowly, your hands continued exploration, reaching down to touch his length. Carefully yet firmly enough to elicit a groan from his lips and break the kiss. Encouraged by the reaction, you circled his shaft with your hand, putting pressure and making Bruce gasp. It felt powerful.

Bruce met your gaze with dark, hungry eyes, wasting no time to delve a hand between your thighs and spread your arousal over your folds. All for an act of retaliation that had you cursing under your breath. All to make sure you were ready for him. Without stopping your ministrations, you settled to lie on your back, silently extending an invitation. Bruce took it with your name on his lips and his hands on your waist. He shifted to hover over you, knees resting in the cradle of your thighs. The staccato of your heartbeat thumped between your ribs as you laced your hands on the nape of his neck and met his gaze. Nodding once more to assure the both of you. That it was alright. It was what you wanted. Even if it already felt like a mistake.

Bruce entered you with a gasp falling from his lips, one of his hands coming up to cup your face. You exhaled sharply upon the stretch, body instantly accommodating the feel of him. Your legs opened wider, knees coming up to rest over his hips. It was simple, a primal instinct taking over as you looked him in the eyes and let him know it was okay to move. You could only hope that the pain in your heart would ease. That you could ignore it.

At first, it was easy. You did not let your eyes stray from Bruce, noting every expression that flitting across his face. The awe, the pleasure, and the need. Your fingers tangled into his hair while the other hand sought purchase on his shoulder. Feeling the heat radiating from him and warming every cell of your body. Bruce built up a rhythm, thrusting into you with ease and care. Now and then, he leaned in to kiss you, consuming your lips with his. You tried focusing on it, on the delicious friction and the feel of him inside you. On the closeness and the touch. On the familiarity of his kisses, the pressure of his mouth against yours. But it was not enough. Your heart still felt as if it was being torn apart.

With a moan, you hoisted your legs to cross them over his back, bucking your hips into his. Pleasure erupted underneath your eyelids as he hit the spot that made you cry out his name. Bruce’s only answer was a guttural groan reverberating through your joined bodies. Adding to the urgency building between you. To the need to have it faster and sooner and now. You repeated the move, following that instinct. Soon enough, you had Bruce where you wanted him – gasping and panting; his eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

The pressure in your abdomen rose, making your moans louder. Making you rake your fingernails over his back, breaking the skin and marking Bruce as yours. Only he wasn’t. He wasn’t yours. He could never be yours.

Later you wondered what the reason was. What made you break and shatter like glass. Whether it was how Bruce suddenly opened his eyes and looked at you. His gaze full of affection and admiration you did not deserve and never could live up to. Or his gentle touch, caressing the expanse of your thigh. Or the feel of his breath against your gasping mouth, offering kisses you could not claim without risking too much. Or how he whispered your name, the syllables filled with reverence and devotion. Or maybe it was the constant beating of your heart, spelling out the confessions you could never tell him. Blinding you to the pleasure building in your body.

Before you caught up and understood what was happening, it was done. Tears pooled in your eyes and spilt down your cheeks, tinting your swollen lips with salt. A whimper got caught in your throat, fracturing the moment in a second. You never had the time to hide.

As if in slow motion, you could see when Bruce noticed. His body stilled, eyes widening as his forehead scrunched up with concern. His palm returned to your cheek, rendering it impossible to escape his gaze. The heart thrashed in your chest as you scrapped your mind for words, excuses, anything at all. By the time Bruce asked the question, you came up empty:

“Did I hurt you? What’s wrong?” the worry in his voice felt like a knife to your bleeding heart; you tried turning your head into the pillow, but he did not let you, “Hey, don’t-” you’ve had enough, pressing your palm to his mouth, shutting him up.

At last, your brain found what was needed.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine” the lie fell with practised ease as you slipped on the mask you had tried on many times before; it was just another role, another part to play, “I’m good, Bruce. I promise” forcing a saccharine smile, you moved your palm to caress his face “Don’t stop, please” to strengthen the act, you tightened the muscles in your thighs, caging him within your hold.

Praying to every god you had ever heard of that Bruce would listen. That the tears could dry on your face, and he would push you over the precipice. Help you lose yourself in him and the pleasure. Because you could never explain it. Did not dare to try.

“But you’re-” the conflicted look in his eyes was still there, staining every word with unease.

Ripping your heart into shreds. But there was no other way. There was no universe where you could tell him the truth. No world where you could come clean, whisper those three cursed words, and have this. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you. So, you turned to what you knew best. Desperate to have this night, even if it would be the last one. Impatiently, you wiped the tears off your face and hooked your fingers under his chin, bringing Bruce closer. His mouth an inch away from yours, hot breath fanning your lips:

“I need you like this,” your eyes revealed the despair you no longer tried to hide, “I need you to fuck me so I can forget everything else” as soon as the words left your mouth, you knew why it felt wrong.

It was a dirty trick, an appeal to the side Bruce did not yet have under control. But it was the only one you knew would work. And it had to work.

His gasp and the way he twitched inside you confirmed you were right. But nothing eased the bitterness coating your tongue. Not the way Bruce squeezed you tighter, his swallowed curse buried in the heated kiss you did not deny him. When his tongue swept over yours, you wondered whether he could taste your anguish.

Bruce broke the contact too soon, searching your face for any signs of the truths you had been hiding. All for nothing. Pressing your forehead to his, you whispered the final word of encouragement:

“Please” you met his gaze, aware of your glassy eyes and the pain in your tone.

Bruce only nodded and kissed your forehead, resuming the steady rocking of his hips into yours. Almost as if nothing happened at all. Almost. Your inner walls involuntarily clenched around him, drawing out another groan. Making the throbbing between your thighs prominent again. Just like before. Squeezing his waist with your legs, you latched onto his arms, thrusting up to meet his hips with increasing speed. The desire pooled in your veins, making you bite his shoulder. Resulting in a loud moan, which only spurred you on.

Trading bites like kisses along his neck and throat till Bruce was panting above you. His hips stuttered and twitched in what you knew were tell-tale signs he was close. You were not that far behind, freeing one of your hands to find your clit between your bodies. Desperate to follow him.

Your movement made Bruce look up, his eyes instantly finding yours. You should have always known that would be your downfall. How he looked at you, his gaze filled with a myriad of feelings, some indescribable and impossible to identify. That same unknowable emotion there, like many times before. That tenderness and affection that bruised your heart each time. This one was not any different.

The heart thumped in your chest, the pulse in your ears drowning out thoughts and fears till all you could hear were the moans and sighs neither of you held back. Till unbidden words slipped through your tight control.

“Make me yours. I want to be yours” only when they were out, whispered in between whimpers, you realised what you just said.

What it meant. And prayed Bruce did not hear it. Please.

There was no time to dwell on it, for as soon as the words left your mouth Bruce’s hips stuttered. His tempo waned, forcing you to act. To take over the rhythm and buck your hips till you could feel him tense up. Till it was enough. His lips opened with a breathless moan as he came inside you with a sharp gasp, his head hiding in the crook of your neck. Bruce’s body shook in your hold as he rode the high, never once stopping to chant your name into your skin.

With his arms around you still, it was easy to let go. Let yourself fall, knowing Bruce was there to catch you. For once, you weren’t alone. The sensation of his teeth biting into the sensitive skin underneath your ear pushed you over the precipice. Your vision darkened, a sharp cry piercing the silence as your steel grip bruised his bicep. Your tense muscles uncoiled at once as the orgasm coursed through your body, twitching in the aftershocks. You had been burnt to cinder. Ruined for anyone else. Forever.

Unable to move, you sagged into the mattress, eyes closed to stop yourself from doing something stupid. Or stupider than you’ve already done. Faintly, you could feel a reassuring touch running over your arms and waist, lulling the anxieties and fears. Fooling you into the promise of safety. But the mirage was better than the hard truth and the cruel reality. You took a deep breath to steady your heart and opened your eyes.

Only to find Bruce gazing back at you with concern. On its own accord, your hand rose to smooth the wrinkle between his eyebrows. Before you could drop it again, he pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist. He rolled off your body, putting inches of space between you as he settled on his side.

“Everything alright?” his question brought you back into the moment, anchoring your mind in the present.

The tinge of relief at the lack of mention of your slip-up was unmistakable. But so was the gratitude you felt upon check-in. A step Bruce could have ignored after everything you had put him through. Especially tonight. Your throat suddenly felt dry. You went too far, didn’t you?

“Yeah. Yes,” swallowing hard, you hoped the guilt could be wiped off your face, “You’ve just kinda blown my mind” a half-hearted shrug and a weak smile were all you could manage.

It was not surprising to see a flash of distrust in Bruce’s eyes as they scanned your face for any signs of lies. You were too good at pretending for him to find anything solid. But he knew you well enough to tell something was off. After a beat, he gave up, meeting your gaze with a smirk of his own:

“You asked me to” the confidence in his voice was still there, now, perhaps even stronger.

Because – yes. You asked, and he delivered, and now you knew, for a fact, that Bruce Wayne was an avid learner. Which somehow made everything harder. Like not falling for him further. If that was even possible.

You did not talk much after. With your refusal to delve into any part of what happened, and Bruce’s inability to persuade you to talk, it was easier to stay silent. As if on autopilot, you pressed a final kiss to his lips and got up, wordlessly heading to the ensuite. To hide and marinate in misery for as long as you could without it being even more suspicious. Avoiding the mirror, you got dressed in a set of sweats and cleaned your face.

The unknown of what you would find back in your room terrified you the most. Because there was no guarantee Bruce would still be there. You did not discuss it, easily letting the awkwardness consume you both. But the hope was still there. The hope that he would stay. Even if just this once.

When you had hand-combed your hair and checked at least twenty times whether there were no signs of the war you were waging in your head, you exited the bathroom. Your eyes darted across the room, drawn to the bed where you had last seen him. Bruce was still there, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his back turned to you. Your heart thumped in your chest, relieved and overwhelmed at once. Bruce waiting on you was just a part of the predicament. The other was that now you had to ask for what you needed.

The creaking floorboards gave away your presence as Bruce glanced at you over his shoulder. He was still shirtless, his back littered with moles, scars, and red lines from where you had scratched him. The discovery brought an instant blush to your cheeks as you silently stared back. The impasse was broken by Bruce’s timid smile, warming up your heart and stifling the fears. If he was still around, it meant that it would be okay. Right?

In a split second, you decided that the only way of finding out was to ask him. No matter how terrifying that seemed. Steeling your spine upon his searching look, you whispered the question:

“Can you stay with me?” fully aware of the tremble in your voice and the shaking in your hands, clasped together tightly.

Aware of the vulnerability you were showing, on top of the rollercoaster of emotions you had dragged him through the past hour. But there was no annoyance on Bruce’s face. An invisible weight lifted off your shoulders as you watched him nod, following the gesture with a reply:

“I was hoping you’d ask” it was that same soft tone which had captured your heart at the very beginning.

Almost as gentle as the look in his eyes, willingly offering the truth you did not expect to hear. Not after everything. Frozen with the dazed smile on your lips, you only moved when Bruce got up from the bed and crossed the space to you. His hand reached out to squeeze your palms as he leaned in to kiss your temple. Without another word, he disappeared into the bathroom. But there were no regrets or uncertainties this time. He would stay. It would be okay.

At least until the morning.

***

Later, when she was long asleep, quiet snores breaking the silence in the room, Bruce was still awake. He watched her chest rise and fall with every breath. Her head was cushioned on his shoulder as if it belonged there. There was only a slight twinge of guilt in his heart when he tightened the hold over her body, drawing her closer. Because god only knew how long that would last. Because if there was one thing the evening taught him, it was that she still was lost within the prison of her own making. Unwilling to believe it was real. That this was real. She was still looking for a reason to run. And he had no way of proving her wrong.

But Bruce wanted to try. Even if it would all be in vain.

He stared at her peaceful face, bathed in the faint moonlight peeking through the hastily drawn curtains, feeling the steady beat of her heart. There was only one thought circling in his head like a vulture. She was wrong. And she had to know. Bruce turned his head towards hers, instantly feeling her burrow her head into the crook of his neck. Still asleep. An uncertain smile bloomed on his face as he whispered:

“I told you there would never be anybody else,”

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How would slashers react if someone called their s/o 'a freak' for dating them?(sorry if that's already been asked, I'm new here)

A patient at St Louis called you a freak and the slasher patients don't take kindly to their behavior. Enjoy. 😉

Pennywise : "You messed with the wrong girl/guy, buddy.."

He would firstly kick the living crap out of whoever dared insult you and even take a bite while he's at it.

He would also take them on a one-way trip to glowing orbs land.

He would then turn to you to make sure you're okay and reassure you.

Pennywise : "There's nothing wrong with you, doll face..That guy was a jerk, nothing more.."

He would then smile at you and take your hand, holding it if you need it.

"As long as you'll live, I'll be yours.."

Penny : "Freak ? That's not a nice thing to say now, is it ?"

Penny doesn’t tolerate rudeness.

He would make sure the guy who insulted you would keep having nightmares for weeks afterwards, until he would come apologise himself.

But, most likely, he would gobble down the human, call it "community service". 😌

Afterwards, he would hug you and nuzzle your neck and make sure that you’re alright.

Penny *brings you everything that makes you happy usually* : "TADA ! Do you want anything else ? Tell me. I’d do everything for you. Just, say it and it’s yours !"

Jade is not particularly strong physically, but she is a computer genius.

They just signed their social death.

Jade will make sure to destroy them on every single social media they own and pirate their most private pictures and texts.

She would expose how much of a terrible human being they are, digging into their worst secrets to use them against the person who offended you.

The person will be friendless and will have a set of people throwing cans and other things at his door.

Jade would destroy their social life. Literally.

Jade *smiles to you* : "Don't worry, hon'..They won't be bothering you again."

Here we go again.

Five would pretend not to care at first, but would very nonchalantly take the first sharp object he can find and hide it for future purposes.

Let's say, the man/woman wouldn't bother you ever again.

Five *smirks when he sees them and gets out his axe* : "You and I are going to have a little chat. And, when we're finished ? You are going to apologize to Y/N."

First off, the person who called you a freak must be very stupid for doing it in front of Michael.

Michael would glare at them at first, making sure to tell them to scram and comfort you afterwards.

But, if the incident happened again ?

Myers would take over.

Michael is the voice of reason, Myers is the voice of war.

Myers would break their arm or chop off their tongue.

Myers would kill them, or make sure they wish they were..

Michael Myers isn't merciful.

Hurt someone he cares about ? And there won't even be a body to bury.

Freak ?

Brahms looked at you and saw you were upset at the word and then glared at the person who had just insulted you.

He took a couple of steps forward and, unexpectedly, took the man's head and smashed it against the wall, making the man/woman scream in pain as blood dripped down their nose and chin.

He then let them sink to the floor and turned towards you, taking your hand and walking away from the wailing human being as if nothing happened.

Brahms is not usually so violent, but he will not allow anyone to make his S/O upset.

"Freak ? Now, that's not a very nice thing to say."

He would try to reason with them at first, hiding his true intents behind a smile.

But, once the lights are out and everyone is asleep ?

This is when Norman puts his plan into motion.

The garbage truck comes by at 6 am and he didn't want to wake you or any of the other residents with the screams.

He would have to kill them in their sleep and put a pillow over their head for any noises they may make.

He would have to be quick.

The next morning :

You *look around for the man who had offended you* : "Norman..Where is the man who was here yesterday ?"

Norman *smiles innocently at you while wiping his hands in a rag* : "Who, dear ?"

Freddy would smirk, not because he finds you being insulted amusing, but because he is already imagining all the things he will do to the bastard who dared call you a freak.

Freddy : "A freak, you say ? Well..You know what makes the 'freak' smarter than you ? No ? Tonight, they'll be lying safe and sound next to an immortal being who will make their dreams come true. And you ? You will spend the rest of yours being haunted by him. So, sweet dreams, bitch. Let's see if you'll wake up tomorrow morning, heh ?"

Let's say, the offensive man/woman would have months of bruises, cuts and night terrors.

Their screams filling the hospital at night for months and at the end, everyone would get the message.

Nobody messes with Freddy's special person.

Jason had to restrain himself from tearing the spine right out of the other patient's back when he heard him insult you.

He balled his knuckles into fists and, after a moment, decided it was too much and punched the person three times in the face before the hospital's guards ran in to stop him.

Jason *grunts and tries to throw another punch at the person*

Once he begins, it is impossible to stop Jason and even though his right knuckles were already covered in blood, his instincts were all agreeing that the person needed to die.

Fortunately, you were the only person who could soothe him.

You held his face and gently forced him to look at you in the eyes.

You : "It's okay, Jason. I'm not upset anymore. They got the message.."

And as if to emphasize your point, you turned towards the person who had insulted you and punched him too.

You : "JASON IS AMAZING AND YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF ! I'M LUCKY TO BE WITH HIM AND IF YOU THINK IT MAKES ME A FREAK ?! THEN, FINE ! I'M A FREAK AND PROUD TO BE !"

It succeeded in calming Jason a little and the guards led him away, you following close after them.

"Mind repeating that for me ? I think I didn't quite hear you the first time."

Arthur wouldn't hesitate before getting out his gun and shooting anyone dead for any disrespect towards his S/O.

This is why you tend to make sure things don't escalate.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed the back of his neck.

"It's okay, Arthur..They didn't mean it, right ?"

You addressed the man a firm look, clearly telling him that he should be quick and apologize.

Things could then go either way:

1) He apologized and you all went on your merry way.

2) He is an idiot and you had to take your lover's gun and shoot him instead.

Even if you are more merciful than Joker, you still know how to kill and wouldn't hesitate if necessary.

Being Joker's S/O means sacrifices, one of them being the reconsideration of your moral standards.

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[ashwhowrites]

hiii could I get 33 and 17 for the angst prompts? with Steve Harrington x hederson!reader if you can it would also be really nice if the ending is fluffy but if you feel like an angsty ending would work better that's okay! If not it's okay but if you could that would be amazing :)

“I hope you’re happy.”

“I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.”

When Dustin first introduced his sister, Y/N, to Steve he was in awe. She had matching curly hair to Dustin's, and the same sarcastic attitude.

Steve was infatuated with her straight away. He knew Dustin was a great kid, a best friend even. Steve didn't expect anything less for Y/N to be just the same. Only she was different.

Steve couldn't look at her without blushing, without his hands getting sweaty, and saying the most random shit to come out of his mouth. He physically couldn't use his brain around her, it was all mush.

He's been flirting with her for ages, against Dustin's wishes. She flirts back which gives Steve hope. But then he gets confused and lost in what they are. They flirt, go on what he believes are dates, but have yet to put a label on it.

Which is why he thought it was the best idea to find out if Y/N was interested in him, was by seeing if she would get jealous.

~~

"Okay Steve, Dustin wants you at the house by seven so do you want to get some food before your date with my brother?" Y/N asked and laughed as she stroked Steve's hand over the video store's countertop.

Steve went to agree right away,but remembered his plan. He took the answer he had planned on his tongue and swallowed it down.

"I actually have a date tonight, could you tell Henderson I can't make it?" His hand went cold when she snatched away her warmth.

A tight smile placed on her lips.

"You are ditching my brother?" She asked, eyes closing in slits. How dare he make a date when he has plans with her brother.

"Well no on purpose. I forgot I had plans with him when she asked me out." He tried to lie and explain. Her eyes were on fire but he couldn't tell because of jealousy or because she was pissed he was ditching her brother.

"I'll let him know. Good luck making it up to us." She snapped as she walked out the door, slamming behind her.

"and what was that?" Robin asked, questioning Steve's intentions.

"Testing out something." He shrugged. Now feeling like this test has him even more confused.

"it's going to blow up in your face." She said as she went to help a customer.

It's been around two weeks of Steve blowing her and Dustin off. Y/N has no idea what changed or if his feelings were disappearing. But she did know that it fucking hurt. And she wasn't positive if falling for Steve was a good idea anymore.

"Is Steve coming tonight?' Dustin asked, shoulders slumped as he watched the front door.

"I don't know Dusty. I gave up on asking." She said as she pulled pizza out of the freezer.

The movement caused Dustin to look over at her. She was dressed up, hair and makeup done.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"I got asked out on a date. I'm making you pizza for dinner. If Steve doesn't show up and you want me to come home just text me." She ranted as she collected her keys and jacket.

"A DATE? By who?"

"some guy I met at work." She shrugged. Fixing her lipstick in the mirror by the front door.

"what about Steve?"

"what about him dusty? He's clearly not interested anymore so why should I?" She snapped. Taking a deep breath, now feeling guilty for snapping at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap. I'll be home later." She sighed as she went out the door.

~~

Around an hour after Dustin finished his pizza there was knocking at the door.

Dustin raced to the door, excitement in his veins.

He opened the door to see Steve on the other side.

"HENDERSON!" He screamed as he crushed him into a hug.

Dustin smiled and hugged him back, leading him into the house.

Steve looked around the bottom floor, looking for her.

"She's not here." Dustin said as he stuffed his face with chips.

"I wasn't-," he said as he was about to lie but stopped seeing Dustin's unimpressed look.

"Where is she?" He asked instead.

"On a date apparently." Dustin snapped.

Steve felt like his ears were burning.

"oh she's on a date? That's great." He lied through clenched teeth.

"Cut the shit Steve. What game are you playing with my sister?" Dustin asked as he stepped up to Steve. Trying his best to be chest to chest.

"I'm not doing anything." Steve squeaked out.

"really? So you like my sister, you take her out on dates, get her to like you then you begin to date other people? Sounds like a game to me Steve."

"It's not like that Henderson."

Then the front door opened and Steve felt like he couldn't breathe. She looked gorgeous. A yellow dress that was cut off at her knees, her make up looked flawless, and her curly hair rested on her shoulders.

"Oh Steve, hi." She sent him a small smile as she took off her shoes.

"I heard you went on a date." That wasn't the first thing Steve planned on saying when he saw her.

Dustin quickly left the room, giving them space to talk things out.

"um yeah I did." She said quietly as she walked towards the stairs.

"That's all you are going to say!" Steve barked out. Displeasure clear on his face

"What do you want me to say Steve?" She sighed, turning around on the bottom step facing him.

"Well I don't know but I feel like something more." He threw his hands in the air.

"You know what. I feel like I need something more. Like what the fuck has been going through your head? You make it seem like you are interested in me then you totally ghost me? I can’t believe I was ever stupid enough to think I knew you.”

"I know Y/N. But I just wanted to figure out your feelings for me. I didn't mean to ghost you. I wanted to see if I could make you jealous. And if that meant you liked me too."

"you could have just asked me! I've been open and honest with you the whole time. And you hurt my brother in the process, so I hope you're happy." She said as she made her trip up the stairs, heading for her bedroom.

Steve's loud steps echoed in the hallway as he raced up the stairs.

"Look I'm sorry. And I will apologize to Dustin too. And I know I went about us the wrong way. I didn't mean to make you upset."

"but you did Steve. You wanted to make me jealous, being jealous can easily make someone upset. You could have easily asked me where I stood in this situation that we had going on."

"had going on? " Steve asked quietly. His stomach turning into knots.

"Steve, what?" She asked as she walked to the bathroom, getting ready to wash her face.

"you said had, as in past tense. Are we not in a situation anymore?"

She looked over her shoulder in the mirror at him. He stood behind her, nervous and gittery. Brown eyes watching her closely.

"I don't know Steve. We both apparently feel okay with accepting dates from other people, maybe that's a sign."

"there never was a date, or any dates for that matter." He admitted "I made that all up. I've never looked anywhere else but you. And I know I did a shitty job showing my feelings for you. And I'm sorry for throwing us into this mess. I really fucking like you and I got scared. But you're right. I should have had the balls to ask you."

"so ask me." She said as she turned around.

Steve was confused by the soft tone and smile that lit up her face.

"wait what?" He asked. Is he actually getting a chance to fix this?

"ask me Steve." Her arms wrapped around his neck. He could feel his heart beating faster as he smelled her perfume.

"Will you officially be my girlfriend? And I'll try my hardest not to fuck this up." He smiled as she laughed, throwing her head back.

"of course Steve." She said as she slowly leaned in. Steve got the hint and moved his head closer, inches away from her lips.

"YO I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM!"

Y/N rolled her eyes at her brothers voice screaming through the door.

"fucking cock block." Steve sighed.

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[killerandhealerqueen]

BUCKLE UP BABE!! 2, 3, 9, 10, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 23, 25, 27, 32, 38, 39, 40

Let's fucking go

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

Oh fuck no. With the lengths of my stories, absolutely the fuck not

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Don't have any. I just sit down and write...does that count as cursed?

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Yeah

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

I don't know if a piece of writing has ever haunted me...mine or someone else's

14. Do you lend your books to people? Are people scared to borrow books from you? Do you know exactly where all your “lost” books are and which specific friend from school you haven’t seen in twelve years still possesses them? Will you ever get them back?

I do lend my books to people, knowing damn well that I'm probably never gonna get them back. I mainly lend them to my grandmother who then lends them to my uncle. Once it gets to my uncle, I'll probably never see it again. But that's fine

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I don't judge people who do them, but I don't. I'm a bit of purest when it comes to my books

16. What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever used as a bookmark?

I don't use bookmarks a whole lot. I just memorize the page number that I was on

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Currently working on a Killer and Healer Spirealm Au...there's not a whole lot of lore behind it, other than the main characters of the Spirealm are very similar to the main characters of my all time favorite drama Killer and Healer which is why I think this au is going to work (I mean, a lot of my aus work and I say this about every au but it's gonna be good)

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find that his little sister, Chen Keying, wasn’t sitting and waiting for him on the stoop like she normally did, causing him to frown.          “That’s odd…she should be home from school by now” he murmured before he hummed.          “Maybe she got tired and went to take a nap” he mused before he stepped through the gate and made his way through the courtyard before he stepped into the house, first stopping to place his kit down on the table before he made his way to Keying’s bedroom.          “Keying!  I’m home” he called out, but there was no answer, causing him to frown as he pushed open the door and poked his head in, only to see that the bedroom was empty.          “Keying?” he called out, but there was again, no answer, making him frown before he turned and headed towards his bedroom, as she also sometimes liked to nap there, stepping inside to find it also empty.

This scene is very similar to a scene in my Killer and Healer rewrite but that's kinda how it works with my fics...you'll find a lot of similar scenes or lines of dialogue and what not between them

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

So my writing journey started when I was in kindergarten and we were just having free time so I wrote a little story. My principle (who's an author herself) saw it/read it and said I was very creative and I had a gift for writing. Writing kind of just...continued from there. I'm always constantly telling stories in my head and I only really started putting them down onto paper/posting them online when i was like in middle school. As for where I am now...we're still trotting along and coming up with a new fic idea at every turn. And as for where I'm going...I have no idea. But I hope these characters are along for the ride

23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.

I'm terrible at descriptive shit...uh...okay. I'm in bed, with a mint green blanket covering my crossed legs. A white bat plushie, a sloth plushie with a removable bean bag that can be warmed in the microwave, and a purple bat plushie are to my right while four different baby blankets are strewn out over the bed. Leaning against the wall is a pillow with a book on top of it, as I like to read in bed. Towards the bottom right hand side of the bed/footboards leans a giant grogu squishmallow, an Eeyore plushie next to it. To my left diagonally is a laundry basket full of clothes that need to be folded and against the right hand of the room parallel to a floor length mirror leaning on the left hand side of the room and a four-door dresser is a messy desk covered with makeup. In front of and across from the bed is a storage bench covered in random crap...my room really needs to be cleaned

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

There's no hyper-specific detail for this particular story

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

Oh god, okay, the most stressful character(s) I've ever written is all of the ones where I never watched the source material. Was literally going off of gifsets and amvs to get the personalities and characteristics. I was always worried that I got them wrong...but according to my readers/commenters I haven't so... *hair flips*

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

I'm sorry, my brain is a little...out of it today, so I can't think of one rn, I'm so sorry

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

I think the fact that I can just sit down and write is pretty weird, not gonna lie

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

My friends who hype me the fuck up. @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @kpopfantasywriter @seonghwacore @mishathewtf @hyperbolicgrinch @nineninepetals @evil-moonlight and @clawbehavior are really great people who make me feel better about my writing when I'm just...not having it. And I love them for it

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

I always loved this poem by Dr. Seuss and I think it's really great (it's not profound or anything but it's applicable, me thinks)

"And I've learned there are troubles

Of more than one kind.

Some come from ahead

And some come from behind.

But I've bought a big bat.

I'm all ready, you see.

Now my troubles are going

To have troubles with me!"

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