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Relationship dynamics with SV5

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a/n: this is the first formula one post on my account! if you read my late night thoughts volume one, then you will know my love for f1

summary: just some relationship dynamics and scenarios with our fave <3

warnings: use of y/n...IM SORRY, language, mentions of sexual themes, long post?

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras!Sebastian vettel

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obvious x oblivious

the Australian Formula One race. It has always been one of your favourites to drive. It is clear why you have such a liking for it because you have so many happy memories from there. The time difference from your home country is the one thing you detest; it is impossible to wake up and go to bed at the right times here.

"last year's winner, how are you feeling" your teammate and best friend Fernando asks, nudging your arm and stopping you from what you are doing

"sleep deprived but excited. what about you? did you sleep at all"

"Very little. I watched a few of the films you suggested to tire myself out, but it didn't work" he responds in that all too familiar Spanish accent

you respond, "they were just too exciting" and you giggle a little. You two continue talking while you get ready for the upcoming race in the sweltering heat. Fernando says he is going to do some laps around the paddock to get some fresh air and invites you to come and you agree, needing to get out of the claustrophobic garage. You two are chatting about strategies and the meal you had the previous night until you hear your name being called. Lewis grabbed your attention since he hadn't spoken to you all weekend and wanted to ask you a few questions and say hello. You tell Fernando to keep moving and you'll soon catch up with him.

he agrees and continues walking until he gets to the red bull garage and spots Sebastian.

"hey mate, how's it going?" seb asks the world champion

"all good, man. what about you?" he replies

"good good. Ferrari are looking strong this weekend."

"yeah we are. this track really suits y/n's style of driving so I have high hopes for us this weekend." Fernando compliments, as soon as he says your name he looks over to you and lewis talking and seb follows his line of view to find you. seb secretly-- well, he thought he was subtle but infact he was the complete opposite, seb had a thing for you and Fernando always tried to get him to ask you out but he never had the guts to.

"yeah, she's great" he says, love oozing from him as he stares at your smile when talking to lewis and the way your hair falls.

"seb, seriously. I cant bear this anymore. please ask her out. you've got a hard on right now" Fernando informs the red bull driver

"what?!" he replies, looking down and seeing nothing and realising Fernando had caught him out.

"fuck off" Sebastian replies.

you look over to see Fernando and Sebastian talking and you smile and wave over, completely oblivious to the looks seb is throwing at you. this wasn't the first time though, seb had tried flirting with you before but you always thought it was friendly banter. you never thought Sebastian could have feelings for you.

"y/n's gonna be too tired this weekend anyway so you got off easy." Fernando tells him honestly. He wasn't wrong though, he could straight up say 'i love you' and you would just thank him. the jet lag kills you.

"another day or I swear-" Fernando starts

"okay, I get it. you want me to ask her out. I'm working on it"

"she is also just so oblivious to the signals you're giving her, so it's not entirely you're fault"

"thank you" seb replies sarcastically as he just now is realising that you're unbeknownst to his attempts.

another day... hopefully.

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bf who speaks another language x gf who is learning for him

it's widely known in the formula one community that Sebastian is infact German and German is his first language. for you, however, you don't speak German and you feel like him speaking your native language all the time is a bit unfair. so, you decided to get some lessons and watch some videos to try and learn some German for Seb. he doesn't know about this though and you thought it would be a nice surprise for him. you feel confident enough in your skills now to have a conversation with him. You both were at his parents house for dinner and German was being spoken here and there to accommodate seb's parents.

"Aus diesem Grund werde ich deinen Vater nie wieder kochen lassen" (because of this, I am never ever letting your father cook again) seb's mom tells him and the three of them laugh and so do you, seb looks at you confused and asks

"you don't need to laugh if you don't know what we are saying, basically she said that-" he starts but you cut him off telling him what she said

"she's never letting your dad cook ever again because he destroyed her favourite dish" you inform him and he looks at you lovingly but also even more confused than before.

"how did you know what that meant?" he asks

"I've been learning some German for you. did I get it right?" you answer

"for me? you didn't need to do that, darling" he replies placing a hand on your thigh and drawing shapes on it to show a bit of love.

"it's unfair that you're always speaking English for me, so I need to return the favour"

and with that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night. for you, it's nothing much, just showing appreciation. but for him, it's everything, the fact you were willing to learn a whole new language just so he could feel a sense of home. he appreciates it more than you know.

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chef bf x gf pro taster

you have spent the whole day with one of your dearest friends who moved away a couple of years ago with her boyfriend, but now, she is back in town as they broke up and you offered her a place to stay until she gathered herself and found her own place, of course you had ran this past Sebastian and he was also okay with it as he knew how close you two were even when she wasn't physically with you. you two just got home from collecting her from the airport and getting lunch while seb was out also doing his own thing.

the aroma coming from the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside was unbeatable, Sebastian had spent the evening cooking a lovely meal for the three of you to eat when you got home. you show your friend to the room she is staying in and then make your way down to the kitchen to see seb. you enter the kitchen to see his back turned to you and he was stirring a pot.

"what are you making" you ask appearing next to him.

he informs you what he is making and the sides he is preparing also. he takes the spoon out if the pot full of the food and blows on it to cool it down before placing it in font of your mouth to taste.

"taste it for me? be careful, it's hot" you say before blowing on it again and taking a bite. it was delicious.

"seb, that's so good" you compliment

"I try" he replies smiling

"is this what it's gonna be like living with you guys for he next couple of weeks?" your friend comments entering the kitchen to find the two of you.

"she is my professional taste tester, I need her opinion" he replies to her and we all just laugh it off and eat dinner which was unreal. if Sebastian failed as a driver, he could have been a chef and would have been a renowned world famous one too. not that he wanted that but he sure could have been.

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overly affectionate x blushes easily

seb is the most affectionate man you have ever met, he always must be showing you love in some way, whether it's holding your hand, bringing you flowers, letting you decide what movie to watch, he just wants you to know how much he appreciates you. he also notices and takes into account, every little thing you do so he can incorporate that into his daily life.

for example, this f1 season had started out great, but a couple of races back, Ferrari had gotten some new upgrades to the car that didn't work and have been jeopardizing your performance. They assured you and Fernando that they would work out and to give them time and experiment different tactics that suits this particular upgrade. Needless to say, you were not looking forward to this race at all. you hear your name being called from the front of the garage, so you walk out to find seb in his racing suit, ready to go but with a t-shirt saying I heart you but with your initials and racing number. you could have kissed him right there but wanted to keep the pda away.

"seb that's so sweet, I love you so much"

"anything for my favorite driver"he replies which makes you blush

"that's a bit biased, don't you think?" you reply while he grabs your hand lightly in his

"I don't care" he smiles

despite you trying to avoid pda for the cameras, you don't care in the moment, so you kiss him. just like you said you wanted to. To be completely honest, with Sebastian you don't really mind showing a little bit of pda because you care for him so much. he just brings that out in you, he brings out the best in you.

the gesture replays in your mind and you start to blush just thinking about it, seb's lips against yours and his hands around your waist add that all add to that blood rush.

"awh, you're blushing." seb teases as he pulls away

"stop" you whine slightly embarrassed at how easy it is for him to get you to blush. again, seb just really brings that out in you.

seb hums in disapproval as if to say no way and places a kiss in your hair whilst keeping you close to seal it all in. you make a mental note to snap a photo of him in this t-shirt to brag to your friends about how much better seb is than their boyfriends....kidding obviously....

------------------------------------------------- I have a pt. 2 if you guys want it!

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relationship dynamics with SV5 pt. 3

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a/n: you guys are really enjoying these?? @nervousloverkitten here you go 🤭

summary: yet again, more relationship dynamics with Seb.

warnings: none?

pairings: sebvettel x driver!reader

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clumsy gf x bf who makes fun of her for it

On a daily basis, you find new bruises in places you don't even remember hitting. It's so common and Sebastian's explanation is always 'its because you're so clumsy' and you do not appreciate it.

You were baking a batch of brownies for dessert as you and Seb had a group of people coming over tonight for a little catch up. You put a mug with some butter into the microwave to melt it so that you could add it into your mix and waited for it to melt whilst you read over the recipe so you knew what to do next. The appliance beeped and you took the mug out being careful of the heated handle, before trying to find where you were in the recipe, while you reading reading it you heard some splashing and you looked to your hand with the mug and saw it sideways, spilling all of the melted substance out of it.

"shit" you cursed, placing it on the counter right side up. You weren't paying attention to it and you payed the price. The butter started to harden on the cool surface and it was a bitch to get off. You spent the next couple of minutes scrubbing the workspace before melting a new measurement of butter, being careful to not spill it this time.

Later on in the day you were finally ready to start mixing everything together in the electric mixer your mother had given you. You added the dry mix to the wet and place the bowl onto the appliance and turn it on, heading to the sink to start the cleanup as much as possible.

"how is it going?" Sebastian asks when he steps into the room.

You turn around slightly glancing at him in a t-shirt and sweats before spinning back and continuing "it's...going" you reply unsure of whether to tell him the truth and that it was going pretty terrible or lie to him and reassure him that it was 'all ok'.

"what's going on?" he says with a little bit of urgency, you catch onto that and turn around to see the bowl of the mixer isn't attached properly and is spinning around with some of the mixture flying everywhere. You, yet again, curse and quickly turn it off, staring at it for a second, contemplating all of the choices you have made surrounding baking. Sebastian starts laughing and teasing you about the mess.

"what was it that you said before you started? 'I'll be fine. I will concentrate'." he giggles

"seb, stop" you plead throwing your head into your hands in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, love" he replies still laughing at it.

"I'll get it, don't worry" he says referring to the mess. you thank him, still slightly annoyed that he was teasing you.

"how is the garden coming along" you ask, as he has been setting up the garden and cleaning up outside in preparation for the guests.

"I'm finished now. that's why I came in"

A little 'oh' slips past your lips as he appears next to you, finishing the clean up. He takes some items that you have washed and tries them with a towel before putting them away. You were a little bit dysfunctional and Sebastian loved teasing you for it, but it was always innocent.

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always calm bf x always hyper gf

the heat in the car was slightly unbearable so the window was rolled down slightly while the music was playing from the aux and seb's hand was over yours on the gear stick. You two were on your way to a team meeting before the f1 summer break ended. You had a meeting with Ferrari and Sebastian had one with Red bull and you couldn't wait to see Fernando, you hadn't seen him all summer break like you planned. This was the longest in years that you hadn't seen him and even if it was just for a meeting, you were super excited to see him again.

Seb had noticed you smiling to yourself staring out the window, bopping your head to the music slightly.

"what's got you in such a good mood?" he asks you, taking you out of your thoughts.

"I cannot wait to see Fernando" you reply enunciating the word 'wait' seeming quite over the top, but you didn't care in the moment.

"you're going to a meeting that means the end of summer break is coming up" He replies smiling in confusion.

"I don't care. I want to see him" You smile. Your ability with words can't describe how excited you are to see him.

"you always seem to be really excited over the little things" He points out

"this isn't little, this is Fernando-- who I haven't seen in weeks" You argue back

"you were going to see him in a couple of more weeks anyway"

"too long apart" You reply, squealing a little bit.

"you're insane" He accuses

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gf who takes hours to get ready x bf who takes minutes

Sebastian had always accused you of taking so long to get ready but in all honesty you didn't think you took that long, you thought Seb just shape shifted and didn't actually change. Genuine accusation.

"Seb, have you seen my white shirt?" You shout from your bedroom

"no" He denies, walking in and seeing you in a different outfit from the last time he saw you

"you changed?" He asks confused yet again even though at this point he should be used to it

"yes, I didn't like the other outfit. Then my hair didn't go with the next one, so I changed again and now I cant find my shirt and I really wanted to wear that outfit" You ramble.

"stand up" He says to your frame sitting on the floor with crossed legs, rooting through your bottom drawer. You stand up and he looks you up and down, examining your clothing choice before looking back at your face and honestly telling you

"honestly, you look great" He says

You huff and roll your eyes slightly before turning to the mirror on the wall and eyeing up your pants and top

"it would look better with my shirt" You huff again

Sebastian walks away for a second and you thought you had acted like a child and made him walk away so you instantly feel bad. He re-enters the room with a bright white, ironed shirt in hand and you can see that it isn't yours.

"here. wear mine" He says, handing his shirt to you and your heart throbs slightly because of the gesture.

"are you sure?" You inquire

"of course I am" He responds as if it's obvious

"thanks, Seb" You reply taking the shirt and embracing him.

You put on the shirt and leave it open, the shirt draping over your sides and down to your thighs as it's too big on you. You adjust your top underneath the shirt and have a final look and you love it.

"is that it?" Seb asks from the bed behind you

"what do you mean?" You reply confused as to what he meant

"I thought you were going to button it up and wear it normally" He informs

"no, this looks better, I like this top and pants together." You reply

"I don't get you but I love it" He replies taking your hand and leading you out the door as he is so ready to leave.

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second time's a charm

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a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

and that's how the night you were scared about ended. you were slightly embarrassed to be honest because as you knew deep down in your brain, there was nothing to worry about.

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tracing roses

a/n: first post for the loml! I'm a harry Stan 'til I die.

summary: with a whole bunch of changes for the future of one direction, harry doesn't know how he will cope and thankfully you're there to comfort him in his favourite ways.

warnings: no established relationship, anxiety, cursing, Zayn leaving :(, mentions of the management ugh (that deserves a full tw), short post?

pairings: lhh styles x sixthmember!reader

I know that the timeline of events doesn't match the real life one but it's all for the post ok?

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What the media portrayed harry to be was the complete opposite of what he was actually like. His reputation was the womanizer, cool and reserved guy who didn't have the time of day for anyone other than the band, and really, it was just unfair because none of that was true. Really, Harry was the sweetest guy who cared for every single person he met and would make a whole room light up with the sparkle in his eyes. Despite what the media thought, He had feelings, and needed comfort here and there like every other person.

This particular upcoming show was an important one, it was Zayn's last show in the band but the public didn't know yet, so they had to make it count. Nobody was really themselves today as they knew they had to make a good impression for management if they wanted to continue touring and making music without him as a five person group. These emotions were hightened due to the overwhelming sudden surge of sadness and loss due to Zayn's news. Zayn was your best friend alongside Harry and you honestly didn't know how you were going to cope with not having him around when writing songs or performing anymore.

You stumble into Harry's dressing room to let him know we will be going on stage soon, but are met with a teary eyed Harry with his head in his hands. You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back whilst tracing circles on his arm and place your head on his shoulder, comforting him.

"I know, Haz. I know" you whisper kissing his temple slightly.

"this is just such a big change" he cries

"I know. and it's going to be so hard for us all to adjust to. But, we have gotta support his decision" you explain squeezing him a little tighter. he replies with a teary sigh, gazing at you through the mirror silently asking to be comforted

"even though I can't fix it, I can help you through it" you add leaning your head on his, sadly smiling a little bit, closing your eyes momentarily.

"I'm just gonna miss him" he confesses, the tears making their way to his eyes once again. Seeing him upset always made your heart drop with sadness, and a set of your own tears pricks your eyes seeing one of your favourite people upset.

"I know, haz. let it out, ok? I'm right here" you comfort as he stares blankly at the desk ahead of him

"I think that the mix of Zayn leaving and the anxiety because this show being so important is just making me so much more emotional" he explains his feelings and you listen intently the entire time, empathizing with him as you feel the same way. This is about him though, he doesn't need to know.

you plant kiss after kiss onto his face, cheek, temple and hair in comfort and keep twirling pieces of his hair around your fingers to calm him down. He takes a deep breath in and out to regain himself before looking back at you through the illuminated mirror.

"what time are we on?" he asks

"we have time" you lie. you came into him with fifteen minutes before the show and now you're running late, but, for an important reason. You didn't want him suppressing any feelings.

he looks at you confused, not entirely believing you but leaning back into your touch and closing his eyes nonetheless, while tracing shapes onto your arm wordlessly telling you that he's grateful for you.

your moment is rudely interrupted by Louis Bursting in the door chaotically.

"guys, why the fuck aren't you on stage. we are late. stop cuddling and kissing and get out and get your mics" Louis demands

Harry hops up and looks at you accusingly. You shrug and leave the room with him, both of you following Louis to the stage. You get your assigned microphones and head towards the stage. Harry grabs your arm on the way and stops you both, facing you and looking down at you with a hand on your upper arm.

"Thank you so much for that. I don't know what I would do without you, I really don't" he informs you referring to you comforting him, making your heart throb.

"it's nothing, harry. just want to make you feel better" you reply smiling wholeheartedly at him.

"I love you so much" he confesses, wrapping you in a hug around your arms and you slip yours around his waist to reciprocate.

"I love you too, haz. always here for you" you reply before the six of you get on stage and open with clouds, and nobody can deny that this show wouldn't be the same and that you would all be acting different.

halfway through 'story of my life' harry was sitting down towards the back of the stage looking quite down and nervous as he knew come the end of this song, you guys would have the encore and then the show would be over, concluding the chapter with Zayn in the group. you jog to the back and sit down next to him grabbing his hand in yours lightly and he lays his head down onto your shoulder.

"you good?" you ask him

"mhm" he replies humming. you didn't buy it, you knew him better than that.

you look down to his hand in yours and examine his tattoos for a minute. your eyes land on the rose tattoo next to his elbow and the perfect shading. Your thumb starts tracing the petals and thorns on the design, comforting him as he is focusing on the feeling of your hand. You knew this calmed him down. He takes a couple of deep breaths and continues singing after Louis finishes his part whilst visibly calming down yet again. He gets up from where he was sitting and starts walking around the stage interacting with a couple of fans and the guys maintaining the hold on your hand bringing you around while you giggle to yourself. This doesn't go unnoticed by fans and you were sure you would see some twitter posts about it later, but in the moment you didn't care, all you cared about was making him feel better and calming his anxiety about this whole show.

you were super lucky to have a harry in your life. You think everyone should have a harry in their life too. And he feels the same about you, he thinks everyone should have one of you in their life too. But then again, he didn't want to share you with anybody. He loved you comforting him, and knew that you would always be there for him and visa versa.

everyone needs a you and harry pair in their life.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #long hair harry x reader #long hair harry #long hair harry fluff #deadricslover #one direction #one direction imagine

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little admirer

here's my masterlist!

a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol

summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.

warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader

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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.

"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him

he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"

"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.

"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.

"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.

"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.

"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.

"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully

"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask

"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."

"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl

"not as famous as you, though"

she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"

"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.

oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.

"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"

"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence

"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.

"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.

"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"

"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.

"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms

"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked

"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."

"that's sad" she replies

she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing

"she seemed to love you"

"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall

"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking

you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start

"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl

"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief

"you're such an influence. that's so sweet" he responds continuing to walk. "it is isn't it?" you reply placing your head on his shoulder while strolling to the restaurant. Usually you hate the paparazzi, but this time was different, it was sincere and sweet. definitely your favourite so far.

#dc #batman #bruce wayne #christian bale x reader #deadricslover #batman begins #bruce wayne fluff #the batman #bruce wayne x reader

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relationship dynamics with SV5 pt.2

here's my masterlist!

a/n: here's part 2 as requested 😌 I might like this one more than the first...

warnings: use of y/n..I'm sorry, dirty jokes (I laughed at this one HELP)

summary: just some more relationship dynamics with our fav driver, seb <3

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras! Sebastianvettel

pt. 1 here!

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gf who has a funny laugh + bf who makes her laugh to hear it

you're rudely stolen out of your daydream by a voice calling your name repetitively and a finger being poked into your upper arm trying to get your attention. You look over and realize it was Seb causing that annoyance.

"seb, you're literally a child. what do you want" you reply raising your eyebrows, accusing him of your statement

Sebastian completely ignores this comment and only sees that you are out of your daydream

"'Please! Please give it to me! Give it to me now!' she yelled. 'I'm so wet, give it to me now!'"

"seb!" you try and stop him, not knowing what he's doing

"let me finish, I can't leave it there" he pleads.

"was that part of it?" you ask

"no" he sighs, dragging out the 'o' sound slightly, defeated that his delivery didn't go the way he wanted

"'Please give it to me!' she yelled. 'i'm so wet, give it to me now!' She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella." he says trying to get a reaction out of you

you stare at him for a second contemplating before a smile grows on your face in amusement

"Seb, that is so stupid" you hold back your giggle but smile in amusement to let him know it was entertaining.

"go on. let it out" he smiles

you laugh and he Snickers too, seeing your reaction. He spent all day trying to think of a joke to make you laugh, and he thought dirty jokes were the way to go. He had practiced his delivery making sure it was perfect-- even though it wasn't, before telling it to you.

"but it made you laugh" he replies still giggling

"yeah, doesn't mean it's not stupid though" you let out, throwing your head into his shoulder, holding onto his arms for support. he wraps his arms around you embracing you in love and admiration. your laugh is one of his favourite things about you, whereas, you try to hide it as much as possible as you think it's very silly. For some reason Sebastian always knows how to make you laugh though. And he loves it.

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sarcastic gf and gullible bf

currently you were talking strategies with your race engineer, awaiting the call for you to get in your car at the starting line. You never did very well in this particular race. The Monaco grand prix. All the twists and turns were ok, but the narrow track? no, it didn't suit your driving style. You've gotten podiums a couple of times here during your career but nothing higher than third place. This year you were feeling hopeful though, you had been practicing your butt off getting ready for this and you feel like you might have a chance. Finally you are told to go to your car as the formation lap would be commencing soon

on your way, you pass Sebastian waiting for his engineers to move out of the way so he can get into his car. He spots you walking by and stops you by placing a hand gently on your upper arm

"you excited for this race?" he asks genuinely curious

"no, I hate racing, and I don't wanna be here" you reply sarcastically rolling your eyes for drama

"oh" he relies confused at your answer. he awkwardly looks at you for a moment and reassures you it will be okay, and goes to turn back to the car

"seb, I'm kidding. I love racing, obviously" you mention to him

he looks at you confused and then realises you were kidding the whole time, like you had said.

"sorry, I don't realise you were messing" he adds, smiling lightly.

"yeah, you never do" you tell him smiling back at him before saying goodbye and good luck and leaving to get into your own car and start racing.

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always cold gf always warm bf

you were visiting some old friends that you and seb made in Monaco, years ago after one of his wins. You had met them in the bar after celebrating Sebastian's win with the redbull team. They all had departed and you two stayed back and started talking to a group of four who congratulated seb on his win. You guys had always stayed in contact in group chats and in private too, but no matter the communication, you were always updating eachother on your lives.

In monaco-- which was where you all were at the moment-- it wasn't the usual, typical, monegasque weather, but it was cold and cloudy which didn't mix well with the usual night time tempuratures.

You had underestimated how cold it would be and had only gone out in your dress, with your bag and your partner. Walking there wasn't the issue, nor was sitting at the outdoor table in the restaurant, but the journey on foot back? that got you. It was chilly and windy, and darker than it was a couple of hours prior.

It wasn't freezing, and Sebastian definitely didn't think that it was, It was a solid 13°C which wasn't cold enough for a jumper for seb, but was cold enough for a winter jacket for you, you had always been a summer girl because of this. whereas, Seb, was very good at adapting. this was something so small that Sebastian had noticed about you two, polar opposites, hence why he kept a jacket of his with him nearly everywhere he went. You and Seb were hand in hand walking the lit up streets of Monaco making your way back to your flat. You wouldn't admit it but you had goosebumps, He had told you to bring another layer but you were against the idea because you thought this time would be different as the daytime was very warm. Seb lets go of your hand gently and shakes his jacket off of his shoulders, putting your arms into the sleeves and pulling it up, rubbing his hands up and downs you arms a couple of times, to generate a bit of heat for you.

"won't you be cold now?" you question, turning to him.

"It's warm, I don't know how you're cold" he replies

"seb, I'm shivering. How do you not think it's even a little bit cold" you retort, completely baffled by his answer.

"I don't know. we are just different, you're basically always cold and I'm the opposite" he replies telling you about the little thing be had noticed about the pair of you

"why did you bring a jacket then?" you asked, thinking you were going to catch him out in a lie

"because you didn't. I knew you would get cold-- like usual, so I brought this" he informed tapping the jacket lightly against the opposite arm, as his arm was thrown around your shoulder for comfort and also added heat.

a quiet 'oh' slips past your lips "seb, that's so thoughtful" you say gently leaning your head on his shoulder and placing your hand over his that was around you.

"just don't want you getting cold" he jokes slightly, but he knows it's true. you both giggle at it as you reach the door of your home in Monaco.

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this was part two for you guys who messaged and commented about it!

#deadricslover #f1 #formula 1 #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel fluff #driver x Sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel imagine #formula one imagine

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Sweet nothings

a/n: Don't even know how I came up with this one tbh but I'm depressed because tour is over so I've been thinking about the guys too much.

summary: After a long day, you finally get home and spend some time with your partner and your sleep app comes in handy the next morning.

warnings: None :)

pairings: Ashton Irwin x fem!reader

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Your ears got used to the car horns blaring and engines rumbling as you sat in traffic waiting impatiently to get home after a day that has-- for lack of better words, exhausted you. Those familiar sounds were soon interrupted by a sound that clashed with the cars and their horns. Your phone. You pick it up and glance at it quickly even though you are stuck in traffic that's not moving. You answer it and put it on speaker, dropping it onto your lap

"Hey, Ash" you say into the speaker

"Hey, you. Where are you?" he asks clearly wondering where you are as you should have been home almost an hour ago.

"Stuck in traffic." You sigh simply wanting to go home, see your partner, eat dinner whilst watching TV and go to sleep.

"Ah, I should have come to get you" he replies hearing your tone.

"That wouldn't have gotten me home any faster" you giggle

"I could have been there to keep you company at least. I've been home all day by myself" He hates being alone for too long, you knew this but needed to leave nevertheless.

"Would've could've should've" You reply not even thinking up of another answer for him.

You hear him let out a little laugh before informing you "You sound like a dad"

"Thanks, Ashton" You reply sarcastically. "I should be home in about half an hour" you let him know

"Perfect. I made dinner. I don't want it to get cold" he replies

"Ooh, what did you make?" you ask genuinely curious but also wanting to keep talking to him and not hang up

"You'll see when you get home." he tells in a sneaky tone.

"Ahh, I see" you understand "how was your day?"

"nothing out of the ordinary. Just played around with some songs for a while"

"anything good?"

"I'll ask the guys and see what they think. I'm not sure how I feel about them" he replies honestly

"they're better than you think. don't worry" you support

He thanks you and you wrap up the conversation with him nearing twenty minutes later as you were close to home. You lock your car and open the front door to your home dropping your keys inside the front door. Ashton comes around the corner when he heard the door open to greet you with that perfect, contagious smile that could brighten the gloomiest of days. You're greeted by the comforting scent of dinner wafting through the air. The soft glow of fairy lights adorned their living room, creating a warm ambiance-- one that you needed at this moment.

"you're home" he says, wrapping you in a tight embrace. The stress of the day seemed to melt away in that moment. His comfort was all you ever needed in life, his warm energy and personality.

"What's all this?" you ask, a curious smile forming on your face as you notice the carefully set table and the delicious aroma of your favorite meal.

"Just a little surprise for my hardworking girl" Ashton replied pulling away from you slightly to catch your reaction, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Do you want to change first?" He questions letting go of you but still holding your hand in his lightly as if you were a delicate piece of art-- which to him, you were. You nod softly before leaving and changing into something a little more comfy. You take your hair down as you make your way back into the kitchen and see him dishing up two plates.

"no peeking" he says without even turning around to you, knowing you all too well. you smile and roll your eyes as if he would see and left the kitchen. he quicky follows you and being the gentleman he is, pulls out a chair for you before pushing you back in and hurrying off to get the plates.

Throughout dinner, Ashton couldn't help but constantly steal glances at you, when you weren't looking, in awe at the way your eyes lit up when you spoke your part of the conversation. As the evening went on, the atmosphere shifted to one of tranquility, the pair enjoying each other's company in the soft glow of the living room, catching up on some tv that you had missed the night before, before making your way to bed to wrap up the perfect night.

As you were exhausted from the long day you had, you slept almost instantly after finishing your night routine and got cozy in bed whilst Ashton brushed his teeth. He saw you wrapped up in the duvet all snuggled up and couldn't help but smile at you. Something about tonight was just so lovingly domestic that neither of you could help stealing glances at eachother and smiling to yourselves.

he turns off the lights and gets into bed next to you cuddling up. He couldn't help but admire you even more as the moonlight hit your sleeping face. He plants a kiss into your head and nuzzles his nose and face into you sweetly.

"I love you" he whispers. "so so much"

"I don't want to wake you, but I needed to say it" he adds

He whispers sweet nothings to you for a little while before eventually drifting to sleep.

The next morning you woke up without Ashton by your side. He had mentioned that he wouldn't be there and he would be at the studio with the guys when you woke up. You grabbed your phone as you sat down to eat breakfast and saw notifications from different apps. your sleep tracking app popped up and indicated that you had been sleep talking. Curiously you click into the app and press play on the audio and Ashton's voice reaches your ears. You hear all of the sweet nothings that he whispered to you when you were sleeping and couldn't help the formation of butterflies in your stomach. You decided to ask him about it when he came home later on that day. You got ready for work and left for the day.

Differently to yesterday, Ashton got you from work on the way home from being at the studio.

"Hey, Ash" you greet him, getting into the car.

"hi, my love" he replies placing a kiss to your face when you settle in.

after asking eachother about your days you decide to ask him about the sleep app.

"can I ask you something?" you question

"anything" he replies

you didn't know exactly how to go about it, but wanted to know that you knew so you decided to just play the audio for him. he glances over you slightly confused until he realizes what's going on. He goes red and looks away embarrassed about what's happening. he doesn't regret it, but wishes your stupid sleep app hadn't caught it.

"turn it off" he laughs gently pushing the phone out of your hands.

"you're so sweet" you tell him, placing your hand on his that's on the gearstick showing him there's nothing to be ashamed about.

"shut up" he shushes you, still smiling as he puts his hand on your thigh momentarily.

You finish the day exactly the same as the previous day, but Ashton makes sure to block the permissions from your sleep app so that it doesn't catch anything else. He isn't upset that you heard, and to be honest, he's not all that embarrassed, because he says this stuff to you all the time but it's just the fact that you caught him. He wouldn't change that you heard it though.

#ashton irwin #ashton irwin x reader #ashton irwin fluff #five seconds of summer #5sos #five seconds of summer x reader #5sos x reader #deadricslover

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HELLO AGAIN :') was just thinking about clingy bale bruce wayne <3 i just wanna squeeze him , im literally ruined over a fictional man 😫 it's a pretty general idea, so take this in any direction you want, it'll be perfect either way :D

the best type of clingy

Here's my Masterlist!

a/n: this is so long omg. Bruce being clingy. AGH OMG. I'm melting inside. not my gif! but it's me and our kids he's looking at so....

summary: just some situations where Bruce is at his cutest, being clingy and adorable

warnings: very very long but really none just pure fluff and cuteness.

pairings: bale! Bruce Wayne X gn!reader

italics: flashbacks/examples

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Bruce's love language is touch. no doubt about it. You experience it when you are with him and when you're not. not that you're complaining, he makes you feel accepted and loved and you appreciate that more than he will ever know. his love for you translates into different forms and words. he says 'I love you', of course but if he ever says anything like 'be safe' or 'you can have the last slice'. he's saying I love you but in his own language. But overall of these, Bruce is clingy. Not in an annoying little kid clinging to your leg like a koala bear on a tree clingy but an adorable, loving type of clingy. He always must be touching you in some way, even if that is just letting your elbows touch when sitting down. Another thing he does is little mini speeches for you, at the most random moment he would start declaring his love for you again and again. They were your personal favourite, the creativity he shows in the way he words and phrases his sentences are so complex. he says he comes up with them on the spot based on what he feels --but he could have them planned out since you met eachother, who knows for sure--.

for example

you and Bruce were in the kitchen one night preparing dinner for the two of you plus Alfred whilst it was coming down heavy outside the window. It was picture perfect really, the conversation being thrown back and forth between passionate voices fitting perfectly together, while making homemade fresh pasta, flour spluttering all over yours and his clothes, hair and face. Smiles being lit up by the dim light illuminating the room showing off his high cheekbones and muscles which makes him look more god like then usual. As you were kneeding the dough you feel a pair of toned arms wrap around your waist from behind and a chin rest on the top of your head.

"hey" you say lowly

"hi " he replies.

"what are you doing?" you ask and he can hear the smile on your face in the way you talk.

"just admiring you" he answers honestly.

"you seem to do that a lot" you reply your voice wobbly from the smile plastered on your face and the giggle threatening to spill. You drop the dough and spin around to face him to see his eyes positioned right where yours are straight away.

"how could I not? I love you so much. I love all of you. when you're dying with a sickness, when you're bursting with excitement, when you're worried about something - big or small-. I love everything about you. More than you know. But, I don't just love you, I love being in love with you. You're so perfect and I adore the butterflies I experience when you text or when you come home. I love catching myself smiling at your text, when you answer the phone and even when you laugh before you tell your joke. that's my personal favourite. It reminds me that I'm with you. And that's the best cure to my lovesickness." he rambles on. you could cry. he's so sweet and so passionate and enthusiastic about declaring his love over and over again.

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another thing clingy Brice likes to do is calls and texts random times during the day. When he's at work and he's feeling homesick, he'd call. just to hear your voice. And to make sure you're ok of course.

Sometimes when he's leaving in the morning. He wouldn't let go of you at all, begging for five more minutes. As appealing as that sounded you couldn't give in as five minutes would turn into an hour turning into you missing work. You learned that the hard way. Instead of staying with him and missing work and also instead of him not seeing you for the whole day, he would call you while you're in work. twice a day, the exact same time not even a minute variation. On the rare occasion he would call a third time at a random point if he discovered exciting news.

your alarm rudely woke you up from your comfortable slumber, the sound reverberating against each wall reaching your ears in the process. The sound everyone dreads waking up to, an alarm. It reminded you that you had to leave the warmth of your bed and go to work at this ever so early hour. You give your eyes a rub and stretch with the little room you had as Bruce was attached to your side. You hated that you would have to leave him, but it had to happen. You try and unwrap his arm from you but this makes him cling harder.

"Bruce, I have to go" you inform him in a low voice.

In response he just lets out a disapproving grunt and burries his head into you even more.

"I'm sorry, bub, but I have to go to work"

this makes him pull the card that he does every morning. It's near impossible to deny it and get up and get ready.

"five more minutes" he whispers with sleep laced in his voice after he lets out a little whine in disapproval.

"go back to sleep" you try and convince him. He Huff's and stays in his position for a while more before rolling onto his back and squeezing his eyes shut while stretching his muscles.

"I'll call you at-" you interrupt him knowing what his next words will be

"12:30. I know, Bruce it's the same everyday" you giggle lightly before kissing him quickly on his forehead and reluctantly moving away to get ready.

Bruce did just that too. what he does everyday. he called at 12:30. you were doing paper work when you heard the phone call. it saved you from possibly going insane. The other side of the line wasnt ringing too long before a perky voice interrupted the beeping.

"hey, Bruce" you say smiling

"well hello, sunshine" he replies.

"so what's the chat about today?" you inquire pushing the pile of paper away.

"anything. I miss your voice. how's work?" he's too cute. you blush in your office alone thankful that nobody would see you.

"hectic. but I'm getting through it" you huff out tired from the day already

"you always do. you're strong" he compliments.

"thanks, Bruce. honestly, you're oh so motivational words help me through the day."

"do they? I guess I'll have to give them more often." he replies that signature smile in his voice.

"I don't know if you can give any more"

"trust me. I'll find a way. keep talking, have you taken your break yet?" he quizzes

"no, not yet. I haven't gotten the chance to" you reply honestly

"you should do that. and make sure to eat, ok?" wow, he sounds like a mom. but it's perfect.

"yeah, I will. thanks for caring. What about you anything special being king of Gotham today?"

he Huffs sarcastically "no. it's so boring today. I had a meeting this morning and I took a nap during it."

"of course you did... look, I love talking with you but I have to finish this pile before midnight next year so I'm gonna go." you tell him reluctantly

"yeah, do that. I want to see you as soon as possible." he replies

"I do too. I'll see you later. I love you"

"I love, you more." he replies before you end the call.

hours go by of filling in paper, highlighting points, dealing with hard clients and so much more. You finally walk back into your office and slump down on the chair hoping for a minute of peace. But that you didn't get. the phone rings again just like it did 17 times already that day. You pick It up after a few rings filled with moments of contemplation on wheather you should answer it or not.

"hello, this is-" you go to say but get cut off by the other person

"y/n, it's me. You'll never guess what happened." he sounds hectic on the other side of the line. you were secretly so over the moon to hear his voice.

"I don't wanna guess. just tell me" you say sounding tired even through the phone.

Bruce seems to calm down from whatever high he has and tells you the news in more of a calmed tone to fit your sleepy mood change from a couple hours ago.

"well, I just found out that we're doing a Collaboration with a big company" he says into the speaker in a hushed tone excitement seeping it's way through.

"no way. that's amazing, congratulations!" you reply excitement starting to wake you up. you were always the first person he told about everything it's adorable and made you feel special.

"and you'll never guess who's company it is" he states suggestively. it immediately clicks that it's your company, why you weren't informed of this you had no idea but that didn't matter right now. you were excited to spend more time with him in the workplace and during the day.

"why wasn't I informed of this?" you inquire showing you understood

"I don't know. you will be though, just act surprised when it happens okay?" he informs

"yeah I will" this was gonna be fun.

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if you want a part two I can make it happen! I have so many more ideas but the post was long enough 🙊

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I'm super new to your blog and you write incredibly !!! Your bruce wayne fics are by far my favorite. Im not sure if your requests are open, but if they are, could I request suitors trying to get with reader thinking they have a chance with her, not knowing shes married to bruce and he gets jealous? i think it would be interesting seeing that dynamic! if you dont want to take this request it's absolutely no problem, wishing you a happy day! <3

the jealous type

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I'm so bad at coming up with names💀

a/n: my god, you're so nice ilysm <3. But yes! I would love to write that, it's a great idea:) also, You didn't specify which actor so I'll try make it as neutral as possible. I hope you like it but personally I feel like I could have done better:/ MY REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN <3 unless I say they're not 😭💀wishing you a happy day life too😘

summary: ^^^ in the request

warnings: not proofread! strong language, some cringe 'flirting' even after the reader saying no, nonconsensual touching of the reader/tw SA, mentions of alcohol, petnames. please tell me if I missed anything!

pairings: fem!reader X actor neutral!Bruce Wayne

wow I hate people like these strangers. who doesn't?

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Overlapping talk and loud music floods your ears to the point that you can't focus your senses on any sound in particular; it's absolutely overwhelming, but in an exhilarating, euphoric way. You hadn't felt like this in a long time, and you'd been missing this rush of pure adrenaline and joy.

You got a call from your old college girl friends a few hours ago, asking if you and Bruce wanted to go out because you hadn't seen each other in what seems like an eternity. You were worried because Bruce had lately been on patrol as Batman so goddamn much and you hadn't spent a night with him in weeks, but once you told your spouse about the plan, he was immediately on board. Showering, changing, and getting dressed took neither of you long, and you were both out of the house and in the car in under an hour.

Once the car is parked, you exit the vehicle and proceed into the bar, grabbing Bruce's hand. Your engagement and marriage rings shimmer and sparkle in the changing colorful lights of the club crowded with people celebrating 21st birthdays and getting the Friday night buzz as you stroll inside. Before you can locate your friends, their voices reach your ears, so you follow the familiar voices and giggles until you find who you're looking for. One of your friends notices you and is immediately all over you.

"I haven't seen you in ages!" She exclaims as she squeezes you into a bone-crushing hug, which you gratefully accept and reciprocate. "You did extremely well with the Mr., didn't you?" When she mentions your husband, she returns her gaze to Bruce, as you do as well. He's smiling and running his hands through his hair as he introduces himself to your pals, instantly making them like him due to his attractive demeanor. You basically drool over him even just at his sight, still after this long being Mrs. Wayne.

"oh, you have no idea" you reply smiling with your eyebrows raised.

You quickly say hi to the rest of the group with Bruce's hand around your waist and begin to catch up on events from the previous few years. Bruce learns some embarrassing anecdotes about you being drunk in college that he will never let you live down.

"Just guess where we found her," another acquaintance, who was your old roommate, says

"The last place I'd think?" he speculates, slightly side eyeing you in a curious manner as to what the answer might be.

"just that. We came home to find her fully dressed and passed out in the empty bath." She remembers laughing her head off at the memories, and you remember laughing with her because it was such a hilarious story.

Before he lets out a breath and asks, giggling lightly, "why were you in the bath?!" he has a puzzled yet delighted expression on his face.

"Hey, I'm the wrong person to ask, I was pissed," you remark, removing a finger from your drink to point at him to add drama to the situation.

"Who's up for another round?" When your ex-roommate's boyfriend notices that most of our glasses are empty, he questions the group. You all agree to the request, and volunteer to order them because you hadn't done so yet, and your legs were in desperate need of a stretch after standing in one position all night.

You collect the empty glasses off a few people ending with Bruce's who was standing next to you.

"thanks, my love. do you need some help?" he asks placing a little kiss into your hair to which you decline and depart to your destination. You order the round and sit on a stool waiting patiently trying not to stratch off the baby blue nail polish you had applied days before. Instead you fiddle with the cool metal of the ring on your ring finger, twisting it round and round waiting.

"Can I buy your drink?" a stranger asks you drawing you out of your daydream.

"No, thank you. I'm getting my friends drinks" you reply trying to be as kind as possible

"oh, come on. Surely you would let me if I rated you out of ten" he suggests. That's an even bigger no, thank you very much.

"like I said it's ok, I don't want you to buy my drink" you say slightly less kind turning slightly away towards the wood surface Infront of you.

"hmm. You get a nine out of 10 from me" After a brief period of thought, he says. Why is he still in this place? also, why nine? You continue to ignore his remarks and stare at the enormous array of bottles containing alcoholic beverages that will give many people headaches and hangovers the next day.

"...because I'm the one you need" ......wow.... so lame. he's really getting on your nerves now.

"come on ,baby, just one drink I promise you will want more aft-" you cut him off

"I'm taken, but it shouldn't matter. I said no."

"stubborn. I like that in a female...why don't I just..." his hand starts to crawl up your thigh and your heart starts to race, before you get to push it away a comforting presence makes their way to your side.

"hey, darling. Everything ok?" he asks 'innocently' and 'not knowing what's going on'. grateful he came over when he did you look at the man in front of you and say

"yeah. everything's fine, Bruce" you lie smiling, wrapping your hands around his forearm swiveling back around to the bar as the stranger walks away.

"everything wasn't ok, was it?" he enquires concerned.

"he's just trying to get in my pants, that's all. No big deal." you reply shaking it off. Bruce doesn't seem to be convinced that it's all ok so he states with slightly sad and concerned eyes

"it is a big deal, petal."

"it would be, but nothing happened" you reply to which he doesn't seem convinced but goes with it anyways. He tried to propose the idea of him going over but you shut the idea down.

When the drinks are ready, you thank the bartender and grab them and return to the gathering, with Bruce keeping a careful eye on you. You two swiftly distribute them and get back into the spirit. The chatter continues, and people soon find themselves having to get into each other's ears to say something because the volume of music and chatter is so high. Bruce turns to you and says something into your ear but speaks louder than normal so you can hear him.

"I'm gonna to the bathroom. I'll be back in a second, you sure you will be ok?" you loved that he was concerned but there was no need to be.

"of course I will. there's loads of people around" you assure with a smile and he promises you he won't be two minutes. The second Bruce departed your friends go to the dance floor and tell you if anything happens to go straight to them and yet again you assure them you will be ok.

soon after, the same thing happens and a guy stands next to you with a drink in hand and starts trying to chat you up. You thought it would be something gross like the last guy but he seemed genuine about what he was saying.

"I really like your dress"

"uhm..thank you." you reply uncomfortable Im the situation

"oh my days. I'm sorry that sounded awful, uhm I didn't mean it like that. I have a girlfriend...and I just wanted to ask where you got it. She has been wanting a dress like this and her birthday is soon." He seemed really sweet but you didn't trust him straight away. you told him where you purchased your outfit and he reveals his plans of proposing too soon into the conversation. You are confused as to why he is sharing this information to a total stranger but your glad he trusts you?

"Actually... as I'm over here. My friend over there thought you were were as he said ' a fine piece of ass' and wanted to talk to you." he says as the other guy starts walking over. There goes your liking for the stranger.

"hey, doll. wanna dance?"

"no" you reply dryly

"come on one dance." he insists

"I said no."

"fine. we can take it slow if that's what you want." he adds a wink to the end of the sentence making it even more revolting to you.

"what's a fine lady like you doing here all alone anyways?"

"waiting for her husband" you reply

"ahh that's one of those schemes that girls use to make guys try harder, right?" he asks completely wrong also.

"what scheme?"

"you know. girl code or something" either he is pissed of his game from alcohol or you're missing something about being a girl but you lean towards the first option because that's more reasonable.

"yeah, I think you've got the wrong idea of what girl code is" Bruce says returning and placing his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist from behind. Him showing up is a weight lifted off your shoulders and he can sense this. he always arrives at the right time doesn't he?

"no I think it's right. the lady will confirm" stranger number three states confidently

"'the lady' has a name and would also much rather come back over to me --her husband-- and have a good time. okay? good." he says as he drags you away, ....anger? radiating off his form.

"I could have handled it." you state the truth.

"I don't doubt that. You're a strong woman" he compliments continuing to walk holding your hand.

"why are you mad then?" you ask innocently wanting the answer

"I'm not. He's just a douche"

then it clicks.

"Bruce... Are you jealous?!" you exclaim not believing it.

"why would I be jealous?" he asks glancing to you quickly, clearly lying but hiding it suspiciously well.

You knew why. he thought you would leave him for them. as if. Bruce is way better than them and he knows it but can't help the thought of loosing you flickering inside his brain. "I don't know. You're THE Bruce Wayne. I don't see why any woman would leave you for some sweaty shit face that hit on them at the club. Bruce, you're so much better and surely you can see that too, because I'm sure all the girls and guys here would leave their partners for you. But I wouldn't let that happen, I'd go full dad protective mode. That's how amazing you are and how much you mean to me. Id be a really shitty wife if I let them say all that to me, wouldn't I?" you needed to reassure him and you think you succeeded.

"That was so sappy and cute, and I loved it. But I'm not jealous." he replies

"that's what a jealous person would say" you state back which earns a look from him before an idea pops into his head.

"wanna go home?"

honestly he couldn't have said anything better right at this moment. That's all you wanted to do right now, go home and get into bed with Bruce and That's what you were going to do.

"mmhhmm yes that sounds good" you reply. getting out of here and alerting your friends about your departure. The ride home was quieter than the drive here and the air was thick. You knew why and it was because Bruce was jealous wheather he would admit it or not. He was. It didn't take long to get home and to get ready for bed so the next thing you knew you and Bruce were wrapped up in eachother's embrace drifting to sleep.

"have you calmed down?" you inquire hoping that his sleepy state would make him more vulnerable to the truth.

"there's nothing to calm down from" be says sleepily

"there is. You were jealous and got all protective, it was cute."

"stop" he says whining with his eyes closed

"only if you admit it." you toy with the hair on the back of his head making it hard for him to resist.

"fine, I was jealous but with good reason. I didn't want the possibility of another man stealing you from me. Because you're my everything, sweetheart" his little speech makes you radiate joy and love for him. As he drifts to sleep you continue to stare at his perfect features and take it all in as if it was the last time you were going to see him. He was so pretty and handsome; why he thought you would leave him for some bozo you meet at the club was beyond you but it would never happen so he had nothing to worry about, you were here in his arms and that's all that mattered to him right now. that's all that mattered to him ever. you and just you.

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[deadricslover]

"my heaven on earth"

here's my Masterlist!

he is so fucking attractive omg

a/n: not my gif! I got this as a request but I deleted it on accident😬. your requests are so good and because of that I would never tell u f off. maybe we should team up? im kidding don't worry. Was this a trope in a book? I think it was.

If you're in a relationship like the reader in this then please don't hesitate to get help. like Bruce says towards the end of this 'you have a right to be sad, even if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough'. that will make more sense when you read it lol. there are so many people or there for you so there's no need not to go to them <;3

summary: Richard is your soon to be ex boyfriend who has a tendency to act out and make you feel bad about yourself. One night you have had enough of it and decide to leave him for good this time, you don't have any other option but to go to your best friend Bruce for comfort and boy that is what he gave you.

warnings: mental abuse, angst, body dysmorphia, use of y/n, sexism, body shaming, language, pet names, pls tell me if I missed anything!

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne X fem! reader. oc!ex bf X fem!reader

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Lord, you adored your boyfriend, Richard. He was great in every way. In every way, from setting up dates, prioritizing you, in bed and everything else that comes with being in a partnership. You'd go to any length for him, and he'd reciprocate. You'd say meeting him was the most memorable experience of your life.

But you also despised him. Every blood cell in his body, every word he said, every strand of hair on his head, his odour, practically everything about that jerk. Your relationship with Richard was so perplexing; one minute you despised his guts, the next you loved him and felt sorry for him because of all you said to him in the previous argument. Nobody knew about it, you didn't know who to turn to for help, and even if you did, you'd think you were being dramatic because maybe this is how a normal relationship works. 'No matter how big or small, if it's making you feel that horrible, it has to be fixed' your best friend, Bruce, used to say when you're sad. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him. You couldn't talk to Bruce about Richard since he knew him and might not believe you.

You were currently waiting for Richard to return from who knows where to his flat. There was no need for him to be angry with you tonight because you had cleaned the place and made dinner. So you thought. When the stench of burning touched your nose, you panicked and dashed over to check the timer, only to discover you had set it for ten hours instead of one. How did you do that? The dish had been baking for about two hours. Is it possible to save it? No way, because the bottom of the oven pasta you cooked had turned black and crunchy. The front door flew open at precisely the right moment.

"People are such jerks," he screams, slamming his keys on the table and pausing for a moment to catch his breath and re-compose himself. Your fear grows as you realize he could turn on you.

"Welcome home," you say with your back to him, trying not to make any assumptions. People can be angry for a short period of time, right? Richard, apparently not. He takes his hands away from his face and asks

"Baby, what's the smell?"

"Oh, silly me just burned dinner. It's not a big problem. we can order takeout."

"Take out?! again?! Do you want me getting fat?! Get a life, I don't want to look like you." Angry, he says, hurting your feelings over again. You think you'd get used to this, but you really don't. Each time it feels like your heart gets ripped out over and over again and in your eyes, you gain five pounds each time too.

"Fine. What do you want?" You turn around, visibly irritated.

"I don't know! While men are at work, women are supposed to take care of dinner! Not burn it and starve me! "He says loudly, startling you and making you fear that there will be another fallout. Goosebumps rise on your skin as your eyes expand slightly in panic. You're not sure what came over you at the time, but something did, and you regret it deeply.

"that's it. Richard, I'm sick to death of you constantly making me feel like shit! You treat me as though I'm useless, and I hate it."

"Do I? yeah? Sounds familiar, right? kinda similar to how you treat yourself maybe?" He says this as he approaches your face, crouching down slightly to reach your level. That was an experience you'd never forget. Tears welled up in your eyes from anguish and hurt, but mostly from disbelief. You know what Richard is like, but you never expected him to go that far. But then again, with him, you never know.

"Are you fucking crying?! Are you fucking kidding me? Grown ass woman crying over the smallest thing. Woman, I'm just telling you the truth and if you can't handle that then you're weaker than I ever fucking thought" He continues to rant. You're trying to block out his snide remarks, but the next stage of Richard's meltdowns usually has you feeling sorry for him. You do your hardest not to listen in, but it's difficult with Richard because he's so loud. How come your neighbors haven't phoned 911 or even been over to see if we're all right every fucking night when the screaming starts? I'm at a loss for words, I haven't a clue.

"yeah, Dick, I have a reason to cry, like usual! You, the meanest fucker on the planet, are continuously hurting my feelings, dragging me down, and making me feel worthless. I'm done with this bullshit; I couldn't care less. Do whatever you want with me; I'm leaving." You vehemently exclaim. He hates it when you call him dick but it's the perfect time for it isn't it. You've tried to leave before, but he always finds a way to keep you or force you to return. You never left, whether it was 'weeping' or seducing you. Until Now. You dash to your room, grabbing your wallet, shoes, and jacket before pushing past Richard and racing out the door, ignoring his pleadings and begs.

You made it out of the building and onto the sidewalk without him chasing you down or shouting at you from his window to stay. You didn't know where to go. For the first time in your life, you were at a loss. You had no idea what to do next because it was incredibly late and you knew there would be no coffee shops open to let you camp there and to figure out your next move. Going to your family was out of the question because they were too far away and you also didn't want to bother them or them asking what was going on and why you were here. A thought occurred to you. Bruce. He is usually out at ungodly hours, but you couldn't risk it. But what other option did you have? You begin walking with only yourself and your thoughts, making your way to The all-too-familiar Wayne tower. Once you reach your destination through the dark streets and past the odd cat meowing at you, you take a deep breath and gather strength for the knock you'll make on the door a few moments after. The door swings open to Bruce in a hoodie, clearly already awake before your arrival.

"Y/n. what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night"

"i'm sorry" you squeak out and he instantly knows your sad.

" Come inside and get a blanket, the heater's not working so they're the only source of warmth I have right now" he says, his voice tired and gravelly.

Bruce couldnt piece together what it was but he knew you needed comforting. So that's what he's going to give you. He saw it was you standing infront of the door through the window so he did something rash and turned off the heater on the way to the door so it would give him an exuse to be closer to you in hopes of giving you some comfort without instantly hugging you like he wanted so desperately to do.

"Sorry for barging in this early in the morning" you squeak out still not having the energy to say anything louder.

"I enjoy your company at all hours, Y/n. It's actually perfect, I was up anyway and bored for something to do and you being here is the best thing for that" He tells you the truth somehow mysteriously knowing exactly what you needed to hear. Tears welled in your eyes at the comment and you couldn't help but let them form. Bruce saw this and immediately stepped forward to give you the most comforting hug possible, Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, you reciprocating the action around his waist while he places his chin on top of your hair nuzzling his nose into your locks letting you sob quietly for a few moments. Bruce slowly brings the two of you over to the couch sitting down where he was previously alone and tucks the blanket around you, taking the wallet and phone out of your hands and placing them on the coffee table before removing your jacket for added comfort. Moments more go by and his natural scent is slowly comforting you and calming you down. Bruce knew this too, so he slowly stopped planting gentle kisses to your head and moved his head back to see your puffy face.

"You wanna tell me what's up? Why your pretty face is stained with tears?" he enquires gently with a soft face filled with remorse.

"It's nothing I'm just being dramatic" you reply knowing already that he is going to say something your middle aged mom would say when your were younger.

"sweetheart, if it's bothering you that much then it's clearly not nothing. You can talk to me" he says as he starts rubbing circles on your upper arm with his thumb

"No, really it's ok I just had nowhere else to go"

"No where else to go? could you not go home to Richard?" he asks confused. A wave of panic washes over you when he asks this because you would have no reason not to go home usually. You stare at Bruce in thought for a few moments trying to come up with ideas for a lie, but nothing pops into mind.

"Y/n, Why couldn't you go back to Richard?" He says as his face drops in realisation. Notice how he didn't say 'home' he said 'back to Richard?'. I have no problem going home, as long as Richard isn't there.

"I...uhm...it's- it's complicated you wouldn't understand" you stall in thought

"oh, hon. I think I do" His eyes now glimmer with sadness. You shake your head in response not being able to form a sentence right now in fear you will fuel Bruce's theories that are completely correct. This is exactly why you didn't want to come here, Bruce would feel bad, hate Richard and possibly go after him. You hated putting this on Bruce but then again you had nobody or nowhere else to go. He grabs you and gently pulls you in cautious that you may not be up for any more physical touch.

"y/n, does Richard scare you?" he asks gently to which you nod your head hesitantly

"well, does he hurt you... mentally or physically?" he continues to which again you just nod.

"both?" he asks in disbelief. You shake your head and back away to look at his face

"no" you squeak out

"then, which one?" you can't even think about it any more so you just break down again feeling like you're annoying Bruce with this whole situation

"I need to hear you say it, sweets" he presses.

you explain with heaps of hesitation what was going on and Bruce's reaction to it all was the hardest part to endure. His lips turned downwards as his eyes started to fill with tears. He looked like a sad lost puppy. His dark eyebrows furrowing in sadness and confusion, him stopping drawing circles on your upward bent knee when he takes in a new piece of information that kept getting worse as the story went on. But overall Bruce listened the entire time comforting you but also not pressuring you to talk about it as he knows that you may not feel up to it right now. He seems to have restricted his physical touch on you because he's not sure if you're completely comfortable with it. He couldn't even imagine that someone would want to do something like that- especially to you! In Bruce's eyes you are the most perfect human being, inside and out. You're bubbly, kind personality boosting your physical appearance was the most comforting presence to him and seeing that all of that has been broken down by someone boils his blood, but most of all makes him feel endless amounts of pity towards you. When you are ending your paragraph, Bruce sees that you are fiddling with the seam of your hoodie sleeve while stalling and not telling him the next part straight away. He realises that this is something you want to keep to yourself for a bit so he respects that and interrupts your jumble of nonsense.

"you don't have to." he coos softly as his left hand that is draped over the back of the couch behind you plays with your hair lightly.

"You have no idea how sorry for you I am, petal. But I'm so so proud of you that you got away from him and told me about it, because that must have been so hard to do. It must have taken so much bravery that I know you have because you are one of the strongest people I know and I applaud you for that. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" you can hear his voice quivering in sadness although he tries to mask it for your sake.

"I don't want you feeling sorry for me, Bruce. But telling someone about a situation like this is unbelievably hard to do. And I thought maybe I was being overly sensitive about it and th-" Bruce had to take a second to process what you just said. He couldn't believe that you would even think that.

"Hey. No. You are not being sensitive about any of this. What you just told me showed how big of an asshole he is, you are definitely not being overdramatic. Why would you even think that?! And even if none of what you just told me was true --which it is-- you have a right to be sad, if he can't see that his behaviour is hurting you then that's enough." God, you were thankful you had someone as perfect as Bruce in your life. If you didn't you had no idea what you would do, you were unbelievably lucky to have him.

"I love you, Bruce, thank you for everything"

"I love you so much more. There's no need to be thankful, anybody would do this for their favourite person" he replies melting your heart for the one thousandth time.

"You can take my bed, I'll stay on the couch. Okay?" he inquires hearing your uneven, lazy breaths and seeing your yawns

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll go back home it's alright. He's probably asleep now" you try to reason but Bruce was not having it.

"No. That is not happening. I will go over tomorrow to get your stuff and you are going to stay here with me, you never have to see that bastard ever again. You hear me?" wow, he's perfect. You put on a thankful face and throw yourself forward for a hug which he instantly reciprocates and squeezed you slightly, kissing the top of your head.

"Promise me two things?" you ask in hope

"anything" he responds

"one. you don't beat him up when you go over tomorrow." you state which earns a heartfelt soft laugh from him. feeling his vibrations from the sound and the way his body moved when he let it out was one of the best feelings.

"no promises. He did make my heaven on earth feel miserable" he had to stop this or else you're going to fall in love with him....................

"I'm serious, Wayne. And second. You stay with me in your bed. I don't want to be alone. I already felt so alone before this so."

"of course, my love. anything for you." right there and then you felt safe. you knew everything would be ok and Bruce would be there for you no matter what happens like the god he is.

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PT.2 here!

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[deadricslover]

i loved all the petnames bruce had for reader in your newest fic, it was so cute! it got me thinking if i could request a fic where bruce catches onto the fact that she likes them and sorta teases her about it because hes a little shit (affectionate)? thankyou thankyou!! <3

my heaven on earth PT.2

not my gif!

pt. 1 here!

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a/n:..... I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK?but idk if it was worth it 😭THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I can 10000% imagine Bruce being such an annoying little shit about this so I'd love to write it! thanks for planting in my head forever >.<

summary: in the request^^

warnings: not proofread! (I'd recommend you read pt. 1^^ to understand this post, it's cute aswell so it's worth it :)). cursing. fluff. Bruce being a little shit and teasing the reader. pet names obviously.

pairings: fem!reader X bale!Bruce Wayne.

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The soft touch of the white cotton sheets scented in your best friend's smell you'd been wrapped in for the past several nights, embraced you and shielded you from the bright morning sun coming through the clear ceiling to floor windows overlooking the city Gotham. You take a long breath in before plopping your head back into the cloud-like pillow with a large exhausted yawn. You quickly discover Bruce is no longer in the bed next to you, making you want to leap to your feet and sprint to wherever he is, engulfing him in a warm embrace. Bruce had always been so good to you and made you feel so loved, but recently he's made you believe that he'd ditch the whole Batman act, give up his family's business, burn Gotham, and so much more, just for you. You appreciated it more than words could express, and Bruce recognized it, but he wished he could do more for you so you could forget about your past experiences.

You sit up on the bed and stretch rubbing the sleep from your eyes and running your fingers through your bed hair before standing up and making the bed. You start to make your way to the kitchen, following the smell of breakfast being made and the sound of Bruce's voice. You enter the kitchen to hear Alfred and Bruce conversing, until Alfred sees your presence and kindly greets you good morning.

"good morning Y/N. How was your sleep last night?"

When Alfred greets you, Bruce turns his body with urgency --even though he tried to hide it, you saw-- he and sees you standing there and his face immediately lights up in admiration and excitement.

"I slept great, thanks, Alfred" you thank

"morning, beautiful" Bruce chimes in happily. He does the bare minimum and it's still gives you butterflies in your tummy.

"hey, Bruce" you say walking over to him on the stool, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind briefly. He places his strong arm over yours and squeezes it lightly.

When you're around, Alfred is hurt, but he enjoys your company. It's simply that he believes you and Bruce are having a secret affair that you're not telling him about, and it hurts him inside to think neither of you trust him with such a trivial matter. You've both assured him that if you were in a relationship, you'd tell him because Bruce sees Alfred as a father figure. The question would normally make a pair uncomfortable, but it's perfectly typical for you two by now, and you're also so close that it's not awkward and you laugh it off. Alfred soon leaves the kitchen leaving you to to have your alone time to eat breakfast.

"nocturnal Batman Wayne never wakes up this early. Why is he up at such ungodly hours?" you giggle out breathily

"and lovely Y/N never wakes up this late either" he says sarcastically creating a smile on your face.

"I'm kidding. I just wanted to spend more time with you" the things he does to you without even knowing make you go crazy.

a timer starts to ring, the sound bouncing off the walls echoing into your ears and Bruce's, making him put down his mug and hop up to serve both of your breakfast's. While he does this you can't help but notice how Bruce is so effortlessly gorgeous, his muscly back and strong, veiny arms working on the breakfast defined by the black material of his short sleeved t-shirt. He draws you out of your thoughts when he spins around with two plates full of delicious food, he places the plate on the counter top infront of you and says; paying attention to your reaction.

"eat up, bub" your heart stats throbbing in love and passion for him with the overdose of adorable pet names recently. And Bruce sees this. His theories start to pile in as to why this is happening but he can't think of a reasonable answer.

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"Bruce, the shower's free." you call out stepping out of the steamy bathroom with wet hair and fresh smelling skin.

"Thanks, kitten" he says creating a blush on your cheeks involuntarily. Bruce feels a sense of pride when he created this effect on you and plans on keeping the game going until he cracks why you're out of it today.

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you're washing the dishes from earlier that day in the kitchen as Bruce is tidying everything else in the room. the sudsy water fills the sink to the brim so you must be quick in grabbing the next cup behind you on the kitchen island. As soon as you turn around Bruce is walking past you with the coffee jar in hand and you bump straight into his chest creating some bubbles on his shirt. Guilt washes over your face as you look up at him going to apologise for your silly actions.

"oh my god. I'm so sorry" staring at the mess you made just below your eye level.

"don't worry about it, doll" he says with a tiny smile placing his hand on your shoulder for a moment for reassurance before continuing his task. You try to go back to washing the dishes but you drop one in the water mid way through scrubbing it as you are still flustered about the name situation. And boy does Bruce take pride in that. In what he doesn't know yet as he doesn't know why he has been making you react like this all day. But still.

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"Will you hand me the remote please? I can't hear the TV" his voice asks sweetly from beside you bringing you out of your thoughts. you grab the remote from the side table to your right and hand it over to him with a smile.

"Thanks, pumpkin" That one. that was it. you keep staring at his face for a few moments while trying to come up with an explanation for why you're reacting like this to simple name calling. Bruce senses your look and turns his head gently staring back at you with furrowed brows. He goes to ask you 'what's wrong' or 'is there something on my face?' but it suddenly clicks for him.

"it's the names isn't it?" he says disbelief but also humour. turning his whole body to face your frame on the couch next to him.

"hm- what? What are the names?" you ask flustered since he did just discover what you have been trying to hide.

"you enjoy them. You like when I call you Love, or sweets or kitten. Don't you?" a wide smile making its way onto your face. You simply don't have the time to think for an exuse so you just blurt out whatever it is that you have in mind at the moment.

"No. what are you talking about, that's weird why would I like that? only couples call eachother those things- we are not a couple, Bruce" you ramble on as he licks the inside of his cheek with a cheeky grin planted on this face still.

"you're such a bad liar" he giggles out breath-ily.

"I'm not lying about anything" you say hearing the lies in your tone. Fuck sake why are you giving this away?!

"oh... well. If you did like them I'd call you whatever you wanted me to." he says lower, more gravelly and.... seductively? whilst turning back to face the TV screen. You didn't know how to take that or how to react, but either way you were just frozen. he glances back sneakily to see the expression on your face.

"ahah! you love them. awhhh That's so adorable" he exclaims triumphantly squealing sarcastically like a teenage girl when they meet their celebrity crush.

"you're out of your mind"

"am I, darling?" he retorts with an amused grin on his face. fuck sake. is he teasing you?

"shut up, you bastard"

"oooh. I like that one, pup" you glare at him. the same smirk planted on his face.

"I said. shut.up."

"you're gonna have to make me, babe" HES FUCKING TEASING YOU. the only way to go is to tease him back.

"are you trying to get in my pants, Wayne?"

"maybe I am, Ms."

"well you're gonna have to play nice then. although I'm sure you have your ways of getting what you want, babes" you reply trying to throw him off his little shit act.

"oh, petal. You have no idea." he says, his eyes flickering to your lips for a moment.

"no. I actually think it's kind of cute that you like them" he says quietly and genuinely smiling this time. "come here, sweets" he says motioning his fingers in a 'come here' motion and scooting over on the couch a small bit making more room for you. The heartfelt smile on his face right now matches nothing you have ever seen before on his face. it's adorable. you love this side of Bruce, not that you didn't like the other sides, but this was rare and god, could you get used to it.

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hey bestie

loved the fic for my request especially the ending ;)

could i request something else obviously bale bruce wayne-y💀? if not that's totally cool dw about it. could you do something angsty? like anger and sadness overload, I want to cry. if thats possible obviously. Literally anything at all thank you so much youre my fav person ever. <3

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a/n: idk if I can make you cry but I'll try? I love people that request loads so I'd never turn you down:) not my gif

summary: Bruce Wayne had two priorities in his life. his wonderful partner and batman. when he has to decide which to prioritise it becomes the most challenging thing he has ever had to do.

warnings: strong language, angst (anger, sadness, confusion), a past tense implied suicidal thought if you squint, mentions of domestic abuse (just a mention....doesn't happen), mentions of Bruce's scars?,

pairings: fem!reader X bale!Bruce Wayne.

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dating Bruce Wayne was one of the best things you ever did. He was everything and more to you: your light, your oxygen, your reason to keep going. And he would say the same about you possibly with more intensity. Bruce's life before you was filled with grief, wealth and the lack of a future plan. But when he met you, everything changed. During meetings, dinners, fundraisers, and other events, you were continually swimming in his daydream trying to cool off from the heat of the love he gives you. If he ever needed to unwind, he would go to you. If he needed some happiness, he would go to your house or your work, wherever you were. If he wanted to get out of a conference, he would text you asking you to call him home as it was an 'emergency'. And you would because you would find any exuse, any time of the day, anywhere to be with eachother. He was a complete heartthrob and you fell head over heels for this man but he no doubt fell harder. He fell so hard you broke his heart, but only because he broke yours first.

The bright, soft white cotton rubbed of your finger tips gently as you rolled the rim of the tablecloth through your fingers. It had gotten so late, chatter was starting fade away -- just like the makeup you had put on hours ago--, the moon took the sun's place as the sky's natural illuminator, your eyes were starting to close and sweat started to form all over your body from being in the same spot for hours. The waitress had started to loose her patience as she told you repeatedly that you would have to give up your table if your date didn't show up. This made you whip out the 'I'm waiting on Bruce Wayne.' card and they immediately left you alone. You started to feel more sorry for the waiting couples, worn out staff, and your feet in heels the longer you waited for Your boyfriend to show up to your fifth anniversary date. You unstick your clothes from the chair underneath and gather your things as you start to walk to the front, fixing your hair in the process wondering where he could have gone that was more important.

"you could wait for Mr. Wayne a bit longer if you'd like, mam." the kind waitress who you pulled the card on told you when she saw you walking out alone.

"no, it's alright. Thank you so much for waiting though" you reply a fake smile on your face hiding the disappointment and confusion lurking underneath. He has stood you up little to no times before. Why tonight of all nights? Possible answers and explanations bombarded your mind to the point where you found yourself not concentrating on what was happening and your surroundings in the dark night. You try to think that there is a reasonable explanation to all this purely to be optimistic but nothing pops into mind only the man, the vigilante, the batman himself.

You need Bruce more than the city needs batman. That's a fact. The police can do their jobs just fine without him. Yes the batman is a major advantage, but he's also a reason for the cops to slack off and not try as hard.

Would it be so bad if the batman just... disappeared?

You personally think not but the citizens, the cops and Bruce would beg to differ. As you were striding along the pavement under dim street lights you glanced up above you at every building numerous times a minute to see if you could spot him, but nothing. If he's not out batman-ing then he better have an amazing millionaire exuse for this. The night air was crisp as you went around the final corner before you reached your destination. All that was running through your mind was the hope that Alfred would be here and he would tell you the best response you could possibly think of for your boyfriend's absence earlier tonight.

"Ms. Y/L/N. I wasn't expecting you tonight. Aren't you out for dinner with Master Wayne?" your face goes blank. your mind can't function properly. you find yourself standing in the same spot for longer than you should have been in pure shock. So Alfred thought Bruce was with you. That means he's not out saving the city. Where is he? You draw in a breath confused with the situation before saying quietly and slightly worried.

"uhm..no, I actually came to see if he was here... He stood me up."

Alfred's in just as much shock as you are right now, although Alfred can form a sentence like usual and his heart isn't pulsing faster than usual with worry.

"Master Wayne didn't show up? To your anniversary dinner? That he was abnormally excited about?"

hearing that Bruce was abnormally excited about this would usually make your heart throb but not under these circumstances. If he was that excited, why didn't he show up.

"Well. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. Batman is probably making an appearance somewhere in Gotham again." you say reassuring yourself. Or trying to at least. You didn't want to be that girlfriend that wanted to know where their boyfriend was every minute of every hour and also know his exact whereabouts but this made you uneasy.

"No. I went to the cave a while before your reservation to remind him, but he was gone. I thought he left early to collect you."

when you read in novels that people's legs went weak when they heard disappointing news, you thought it was an expression, but it's not. You felt at that moment just what a book character would feel like when they heard the killer was standing next to them. The same with your stomach dropping and the colour draining out of your face.

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation. How about I walk you to the cave to check again? hmm?" Alfred offers.

"that's ok Alfred, I can go myself. Thank you though" you reply slightly out of this world. You didn't want to overreact or think the worst but you couldn't help it. Your boyfriend is a goddamn vigilante for fucks sake! Your walking to the bat cave holding out hope that he's here and that this was all a misunderstanding. But nothing... He's not there. You decide to scope around for any clues he may have left behind hinting to where he is. Starting with checking if his suit was there and to your hopes, it wasn't. A spilling wave of relief washes over you as you re-compose yourself for a minute before heading back to Alfred giving him the good news.

"His suit's gone. So he's probably out kicking someone's ass for littering." you announce as you walk back into the kitchen where Alfred was previously.

"oh, well. I'm sure you're more important to Master Wayne than littering Ms. Y/L/N. My bets are on something much bigger." he replies to which you agree in confusion. Not long after another chat with Alfred you decide to leave and go to Bruce's room and sleep so you would see him in the morning. You would investigate him when you wake up and have the energy for it.

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You didn't investigate Bruce the morning after. Or the morning after that. Or the morning after that. Those hard mornings turned into painful weeks and dreadful months of wondering where Bruce went. The pain it caused you was undescribable. The constant feeling of loneliness and the -sometimes- stupid or unrealistic explanations you came up with was too much and worrying solutions also made their way into your mind to go hand in hand with the depression Alfred diagnosed you with. He had it hard too but not as hard as you did. Sadness became so frequent, it's as if you didn't feel anything, It was the new normal. There wasn't one moment where you realised he wasn't going to come back for a long time at the least, it was more all the mornings you woke up in Bruce's bed that would be occupied by you and only you for the next nine months that chipped away from the block of hope you had created.

One night early in the period of time he was missing you had returned from home with a pit in your stomach feeling worse than usual. You carelessly threw your bag on the countertop and sat on a stool plopping your head down onto the cold surface trying to cool down your face heated from tears previously rolling down your skin. you felt the tears soaking up into something underneath your head so you lifted your tired head and grabbed the white envelope. Salty tears prick your eyes yet again in reaction to your heart skipping a beat seeing the handwriting on the paper.

Y/N

it said on the front...in Bruce's handwriting. You couldn't help but let hope take over your emotions. You ripped the envelope open pulling out the letter that was now saturated in your tears starting to read it.

y/n, my love.

I know there's probably so much running through that pretty mind of yours right now, but honestly there's no need to worry about me and just know that none of that's true. Something popped up with the batman that I had to fix so that's what I'm doing. Fixing it. I can't put into words how devastated I am that I missed our date and left you alone, embarrassed, upset, angry and confused last week, but I promise there's an explanation. I owe at least that to you and that's what you'll get when I return. I don't know how long I'll be gone but you shouldn't worry, I'll be ok. Believe it or not I can manage without your amazing presence. not that I want to as it's going to be incredibly hard. will you be the best girl again and tell Alfred what's going on? He's probably cursing British words at me that I left you without a heads up, but I would too because it was a dick move. I'm going to stop writing because I'll see you soon. Can't wait to reunite with my reason to keep going....oh and you too I guess. I'm kidding, darling, don't worry your pretty head about it. I love you more than Ryan Reynolds loves Blake. I'll be back soon to watch fresh prince with you, love.

You were full on sobbing by the end with a mix of emotions: sadness, relief and love to name the strongest. Your nose was running and your eyes were starting to get puffy. Breaths were becoming uneven in the cocktail of feelings inside right now. You couldn't put a finger on which emotion you were bawling about but it didn't matter. Bruce was alive and would be back soon.

That was the 2nd of february. 9 months one week and six days ago today. Months consisted of delusions and multiple thoughts that would worry anyone if you told them hence why you didn't. You tried to get on with your normal life but it proved to be harder than you anticipated. it was way easier said than done. That letter gave you hope. Maybe a bit too much hope as a spark of it is ok but it must be contained. Chunk by chunk your hope was diminished over these ungodly long nine months. You needed to keep going, you had a job and a lost boyfriend to worry about. You couldn't just give in and stay in your house for months and months until you cry all your tears and have the cops at your door looking for you.

Tonight thankfully you had a day off so you were spending the night watching a film to take your mind off the stress of everything piling on top of you. A blanket covered you keeping you warm on Bruce's couch just as you did every night since he disappeared. Curled up you rested your head on your tucked up knees drawn in by the mystery film you put on. You told Alfred to take a night off as there was nothing to do here. Bruce wasnt going to show up suddenly the one night he is off. But yet again that's the reason you haven't slept in your own bed in nearly a year. The cold air outside seeped in through the big wide windows overlooking Gotham.

Even though you informed Alfred that there was no reason to be here tonight, he rocks up at ten pm. His footsteps make his way through the house and into the living area where you were smelling Bruce's faint scent off the blanket.

"did you forget something?" you say into the recently empty room, your quiet slightly upset voice echoing and bouncing off every wall and absorbing into every soft surface.

"just how much I missed you, sunshine." That voice. It belongs to the man that has been on your mind for the past nine months. you don't move your body a bit, you only glance your -close to tears- eyes over to him slyly so he wouldn't see. his eyebrows furrow and head tilts slightly in confusion like a little puppy hearing another dog cry as to why you weren't reacting. You wanted to, you really, really did but he left you for months with only a note saying he'd be home soon for fucks sake. 'soon' my ass.

"darling?" he questions as he places his cowl on the table making his way Infront of you, squatting down to place his hands on your shins and around the back of your calves

"what's up?" he asks a bit blue and confused. He soon sees the low city lights reflecting off the salty tears in your eyes and his face drops slightly on edge in confusion as to what's wrong.

"I could ask you the same thing" you tell him slightly above whisper volume, if you went any higher you would start sobbing out of pure anger and sadness.

he closes his eyes for a split second and ties his lips in a thin line looking down while furrowing his eyebrows whilst he mutters out a "shit"

once he looks back up at your lifeless expressions he takes a breath afraid you will turn on him before he got to explain.

"I'm so fucking sorry for everything, I would need a whole year to explain everything that happened and why I couldn't come home to you. Trust me I wanted to I really really did but Selina was being a stubborn, annoying little shit and I had to deal with her and then shit happened and it all went sideways and I couldn't come home to you- I am so, so, so sorry. I will never ever leave you again I swear, it was just all so sudden and overwhelming and I never knew when I'd get home to you. " he rants quietly to your fragile self, his voice quivering as if he will tear up too.

"sudden and overwhelming? just like the note you left?" you whisper angrily tears threatening to spill out of your eyes and roll down your face.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am for leaving you, but you would understand if it was you" he replies which ticks you off a small bit.

"I get that you had to leave, fine, whatever it's nothing. But if it was me, I would maybe give a heads up -- even just a call for god sake--. But I would think about you first and how this would effect you. I wouldn't just disappear for a week, leave a note saying i'd be home soon and then 'soon' turning into nine months. My whole life was turned upside down because of this, Bruce." you let it all out bar the tears.

"I know, love. I know. You have every right to be upset, angry-at me, it was a complete dick move. I'll give you time if you need, you don't have to talk to me. But when you're ready I'll be here waiting, ok?"

he's making you love him to the brim just like he always does, charms you out of your misery. You shouldn't love him right now but you do. You're so glad to see him and see he's alright but you're still raging at him for this. Alot less than you should be.

"it was a dick move" you confirm

"the biggest." he replies on edge anticipating what your answer will be.

"Bruce, you need to get your priorities straight. You need to learn how to keep a promise. I know what I was getting into when I started dating you, I knew you would disappear, I knew you would stand me up, I know you'd come home bloody and bruised in the middle of the night. I knew all that yet I still agreed to be with you. But I didn't know the intensity, you might as well not be in my life, Bruce I never see you. Not even just the past few months, but ever." You didn't care about the tears anymore. You let them spill, you needed him to see how much he broke you. Standing up you inch closer to him ranting about your concerns

his lower lip starts to quiver and his usual loving eyes transform into down and heartbroken ones. He barely moves other than his chin and eyebrows slightly twitching because of his lip while his heart is getting squashed by the thoughts that you might want to leave him. He will support you no matter what but it shatters him to think he might not have you after tonight. You're his everything, but only if he could make you see that. it's rare when you see Bruce shed tears. Once only in your time being together, I mean..surely that's unhealthy? But either way seeing him breakdown over this makes you want to break down too and comfort him.

"I'll make it up to you. I swear. we can go out for our anniversary dinner some night and I will cut down on the batman's patrolling hours. I want to be here for you, petal." he desperately desires your touch. thoughts of holding your hand right now bombard his mind but he restrains himself as you may not be comfortable with that

"I'll believe it when I see it, batman" you sob feeling like you're growing weak and shrinking smaller and smaller arguing with him.

"then you're going to see it. I'll show you, I'm gonna take a shower then I'll call the restaurant and make a reservation. As for the batman, he won't be out as often I swear. Just give me a week to prove it." he says giving into his cravings and taking your frail hands gently in his as if they were glass and would break if he was any more forceful with them.

after a second of thought you let go of his hands and tell him lowly "go take a shower." you confirm as you turn away.

as he's making his way to the bathroom different thoughts are flowing through your mind. Should you forgive him? should you leave? do you need more time? should you ask Alfred for his opinion. speaking of him, should you tell him now? or should you wait. you're confused. that's the best way to explain it. When Bruce returns his hair is wet and he has a pair of grey joggers on with no top showing off his perfectly toned stomach decorated with multiple scattered scars. His hopeful eyes glance around the room while walking around looking for the love of his life. Soon he starts walking to the kitchen to look for you, only to find an envelope on the counter scribbled in red marker.

Bruce,

I need time.

I'll be back soon

sound familiar?

a smirk finds its way onto his face in amusement. He respects that you need time for what he did to you, so he'll wait. as long as it takes. he would wait forever for you. Just like you did for him.

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I'd be the man 💔🌶️

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the note💔

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the perfect remedy🍭

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I'll always put you first 🍭

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The moment they fell in love 🍭

Steve Harrington

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Alex Turner

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request?

idk if you do song posts but if you do could you write one where the main female!reader is like district attorney and is giving a speech of some sort but gets caught up in a feminist rant when one of the reporters is rude towards her? Shes talking to bale! bruce wayne also and is comparing herself to him saying stuff like "if bruce was up here and not me would you be saying the same?" and all this kind of stuff

thanks sm

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a/n: my gif! kinda hate this and it's also not proofread. None of the lyrics of 'the man' are mine! I'm just using them. gotta love feminists. yes! I'd love to do this. you never specified what song to do so I picked a pretty general one by Taylor swift. 'the man' by ms. swift herself is a really powerful song with a powerful message behind it too! I hope this lives up to your standards :)

summary: in the request ^^ I didn't know how to write this if Bruce was your partner so I made it as if they get together after? I'm sorry 😭

warnings: enemies to lovers?. bit of spice at the end?. annoying ass reporters. cursing. little use of y/l/n. like always.

pairings: fem!reader X bale!Bruce Wayne.

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Don't even talk to you about stress. Stress is a daily part in your life. Driving to work every morning? Stress. Walking into your office? Stress. Meetings? Stress. Files and paperwork? Stress. Stress. Stress. Surprisingly enough you don't have gray hair yet. Today was one of the biggest press meetings you have had In your career so far and rumour has it that Mr. Prince of the city, Bruce Wayne will be there watching you and my god did he get on your nerves. His whole 'I'm better than you' 'I'm richer than you so I can do what I want' attitude got to you. But, today you weren't going to let him distract you because today is your day and you will ace this. Today you were being asked to give a speech about your thoughts on the masked vigilante running the streets outside the law. To be completely honest, you didn't mind this 'batman' guy at all. He did the cops job so you didn't know why they were complaining. But maybe if you sat down and thought about it for a little bit you would find some cons regarding the man in the mask. You were expected to do something in order to make the vigilante stop what they were doing, but in all honesty, you didn't want to. But, boy did you have a speech lined up.

Camera flashes blinked into your eyes making the large attentive crowd harder to see, which wasn't completely a bad thing. The cameras for the news and for the newspaper were lined up at the front, the sides and the back of the room, all facing right at you. You clear your throat quietly before drawing in a breath and starting to talk.

"good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Gotham. Today, as you know I have been asked to talk about a long list of topics that I physically could not fit into a time space this short. So, I will be focusing in on the main point that you all are eagerly waiting to hear about which is the masked vigilante running the streets." you lay out your flashcards incase your debate goes backwards.

"As you know a man in a mask has been fighting crime for the past several months in Gotham, and doing the cops job for them which you would think Is a good thing for them so they could sit back and eat more doughnuts" you joke and thankfully you get a few snickers out of people. It would be beyond words embarrassing if you didn't.

"But. There are much more disadvantages to this crime fighting being than advantages. Wheather or not I agree with these arguments doesn't matter today because I am here to do what's right and seize the Batman's actions. Nobody should be allowed to act outside of the law, no matter how cool the costume." you weren't expecting a laugh from anyone at that moment but there was one particular one that caught everyone's ear in the silence of the room. Bruce mother fucking Wayne. You take a deep breath calming yourself for the next while not allowing yourself to get agitated by him.

You continue with your arguments getting the odd dirty look from Bruce and some reporters. How did you come to hate Bruce Wayne so much you ask? Well he basically just thinks he is better than you in ever single way just because he is wealthier than you, and of course because he is a man after all and men get the upper hand in society. Men always have. You're a successful women? Oh, who did you sleep with to get here? You're a woman and have an opinion? oh, lord no. that can't happen. Had a dating life? no.no.no. you can't play around before finding the one to commit to. Unless you were a man of course. Being a powerful women leader without getting hate, just isn't on the cards for us. And the list goes on and on and on. This was the last thing on your mind right now but some how it happened to up it's way into the discussion today. And boy did you go off on everyone. It may have been a little bit embarrassing but so what? You were standing up for every single women, not just in Gotham, but around the whole world.

"In this particular photograph here, we can see the batman phy-" you get cut off by a loud, obnoxious laugh that could only belong to Bruce.

"Are you finished Mr. Wayne? I have a presentation to present" you say turning 90° to the crowd.

"Yes. I am. Sorry about that" he replies re-gathering himself again.

"Good. Now If I could draw your attention to this pie-" you are cut off again by the exact same noise.

"Bruce, would you like to share whatever it is you are finding so amusing with everyone else? I'm sure they would love to hear." you say enraged at his behaviour

"No, it's just- well The batman is in fact outside of the law. I agree with you on that one. But he's not all bad. You are making him out to be a bad guy when he's really just trying to help the city." he says stuttering his words out of humour whilst getting up out of his seat and walking up to you.

"And what about that is so funny to you?" you reply full of anger

"Just the fact that you had to go against your beliefs regarding the batman to even be here today"

"Every meeting I have been at that you were there, you just slept the whole time. Why don't you do us all a favour and doze off for the duration of this." The amount of 'boo''s and negative mumbles you got from that were really destructive actually.

Bruce puts on a fake sarcastic pained face whilst mouthing 'ouch' to you before perking an eyebrow upwards. He could see the anger bubbling deep inside and that acted as fuel for him to keep going.

"That's not very mature of you Ms. Y/L/N" which earns a bunch of light giggles from the crowd.

you place your palm flat on the surface of the podium holding yourself upright as you push away the microphone for a moment trying to sus out what He's playing at here.

"What the fuck are you getting at here, Bruce? You're making me look bad." you whisper angrily at him

He cocks his head to the side resting his elbow Infront of your palm leaning at an angle becoming your height. he gasps lightly before saying sarcastically "language!.....And I'm not trying to make you look bad" he says lying. His face shows it all and be made sure you could see it.

"Then why are you up here?! I have thirty minutes left of this shit and you're wasting my time, Wayne" you rant.

"wow I gotta find something to argue about for thirty minutes....I'm sure it won't be hard with you"

"It is taking every bone in my body to not punch you across that smug face of yours"

"I'm gonna change the topic of discussion. Is that ok? yes?! thank you, you're a star, Babe" he says winking whilst walking away before letting you give him an answer.

"Ms. district attorney. Recent sources have confirmed that you are not in a relationship your ex boyfriend anymore. I came here today to ask you, How has your career changed since? Have you been making less money now that you're a one person package again? hmm?"

here we go.

"That's it. Bruce I'm going to ask you this one more time. What. Are. You. Doing. Here. I have a presentation to finish and you are not helping in any way, shape or form. So, unless you are going to help me get this vigilante off the streets and not ask me about my personal life that you are not a part of, then I suggest you go back to your seat. How does that sound?"

"It doesn't tickle my fancy. I'm sure everyone else wants to know though? right?! How hard had the breakup hit you? In here if you need to talk about it-"

That was the final straw. After this slipped past Bruce's lips you turned around to face him, who was standing a good bit away from you - which is probably safer for him- and let go of your anger cutting him off.

"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. May I ask. What's it like to brag about ranking in dollars and getting all the girls that are models? It being socially acceptable to make women look bad for the things that you are doing that get praise. How does it feel, Mr. Wayne" you start. slowly stepping away from your previous spot. He gets visibly angry by this. The hypocrite.

"Wait. It's all good if you're bad at your job and even more ok if you're mad right now. Because You are a wealthy, powerful MAN that can do whatever he wants whenever he wants. right? But imagine this..."

You turn around to the crowd and return to your spot at the podium before getting into character and saying.

"But. If I was out flashing my dollars, I'd be a bitch, not a baller." There is uproar. People standing up and shouting over you because you cursed on TV.

"They'd paint me out to be bad. so it's ok that I'm mad!" you exclaim the last line louder than the rest because of your anger and also because if the overlapping chatter and angry sentences coming from everyone. you hit your first off the surface below you in anger which seems to silence everyone.

"I am so sick of working as hard as I can and getting no credit for it. I'm wondering if I would get there quicker if I was a man. If Bruce- Mr. Wayne, exuse me.. and I swapped positions would there be as much chaos in the crowd as there is now? Ok so If Bruce was trying to get the batman of the streets and I was rudely interrupting him by obnoxiously laughing and causing a scene. Would there be any hesitation in shooing me off the stage? No....see. I'm not getting fully into this today but For those of you who don't know, women are treated like shit compared to men when it comes to power. Men have the upper hand and have it easier than women and still think it's ok to treat us unfairly.....Thank you everyone for your time." you finish gathering your cards and walking off stage, the crowd livening up again with questions for you. But you ignore them.

Soon after you get off stage and sit down in your office chair, you begin to massage your temples kneading away the anger that built up that you didn't let out. You hear a knock on the doorframe and look up to see a man in a black tux with a white shirt not standing straight leaning up at an angle against the wooden frame. He's standing with a sincere sorry face painted on.

"I can't get a moment's peace" you mumble slightly seeing that it's Bruce.

"Yes. Mr Wayne. How can I help you" you say with an urgent annoyed tone

"Believe it or not I came to say I'm sorry." he says softly sounding genuine

"apology accepted. now get out I have to find a new job" you reply sarcastically

"you're not going to get demoted. I am going to get...alot...of hate for what I started. I didn't know it ever annoyed you, I was just....god this is going to sound so weird and I'm going to sound like a lying dick. But, I just wanted to get your attention. I thought it was the only way to have a relationship with you and I was willing to have one where you hated me over nothing at all. I see that was wrong and you didn't like it and I'm really truly sorry. I'm not expecting you to say anything back but I just owed you an explanation as to why I was acting the way I was all these years." he talks on and on

to say you were shocked was an understatement. You had no words, there was nothing flowing through your head at all. In all honesty Bruce was an insanely attractive man but all this time you thought he was an ass so you never had any desire to have a romantic relationship with him. After hearing this there was part of you that wanted to just run up to him and kiss him, but the sane part of you knew that that would be the wrong thing to do. Apparently you're insane. After a second of looking at him deep in thought you get up our of your chair walking towards him with butterflies in your stomach, he straightens himself curious as to what you're doing until his questions are diminished when you smash your lips to his in complete euphoria and impulse. He kisses back and you can feel his smirk against your mouth. His left hand firmly draws the back of your waist towards his, your fingers thread through his hair tugging at it while his other hand slips under your arm and keeps a firm grip on your upper back toying with the neck's seam of your shirt. Eventually you pull away and draw in a quiet breath while he composes himself.

"That was the last thing I thought you would do, Mrs." he says sleepy-eyed into yours, seductively.

"well, was it a good surprise?" you retort in the same tone

"why don't I show you what I thought of it?" and you felt the impact of that line immediately in-between your legs, before you had one of the best times of your life which you or Bruce would never ever forget.

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