#only one little guy hid but he's super shy

[allysunny]

Pls pls pls friends to lovers with an ass load of pining!!! I love the trope where literally everyone but her can see that he’s in love with her and they’re basically dating without the title. She’s in love with him too but a little more guarded/scared. They have fun traditions like a book club, and Bruce gives her the princess treatment. Pls pls pls, I’d literally love you forever if you wrote this

Obliviously in Love | Bale!Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Words: 15k words

Warnings: Friends to lovers, pining, two idiots in love but way too blind to see it, Alfred being a very sassy butler (I love Michael Cane sm), possibly OOC Bruce (I've never written for him before), some angst, love confessions, Christmas! and mistletoe, eventual romance of course! Not beta, we die like Harvey Dent.

A/N: Hey everyone!!! Sorry for the delay, but as I told you, uni was kicking my ass. I'm back now, and hopefully I'll be able to write a lot!

So, this is my first Bale!Bruce request, and I'm so excited, but at the same time I'm super, super nervous because I've never written for this man in my entire life? I love this trilogy so bad and even rewatched all the movies as I was doing this, because I wanted to make sure I got him right. Sure, he's a vigilante and a billionaire and a supposed playboy, but he's also just a man, and I sort of wanted to explore that.

There's so many layers to this man, it is insane. If there's anything OOC about him, please do let me know. I swear to god I tried my best, and I hope you like the finished result.

This is my longest word so far - I'm so sorry! It was supposed to be kinda short and sweet but I just ran with it! I don't know if it was for the better or worst, but I hope you guys like it nevertheless. Again, I'm sorry if it's somewhat OOC, I tried to get everyone's personalities just right. I'm scared of not doing these movies justice. I also took some liberties with this - Bruce and Rachel don't have feelings for each other, Bruce often goes to charity galas, etc. Small things.

Also, it's set somewhat in between Batman Begins and The Dark Knight!

Anyways, enjoy!

Bruce Wayne was a lonely man.

Not that he minded, really.

Ever since he was a child, he knew most people were after him and his family for the money. Family friends cashing in favours done ages ago, things as small as having once lent his father an umbrella, women pretending to befriend his mother to accompany her whenever she went shopping, kids at school getting closer to him only to get a peek at the famed Wayne Manor and all the wonders it hid inside.

He'd rather be alone than have such leeches around him, surrounding him like vultures, waiting for an opening.

Kids who'd mocked him would apologise profusely days later, having learned about his family, offering their friendship. Once Bruce made it clear he had no intentions of inviting anyone to his place (he was just shy, really), they'd take back their so called “friendship”.

He was better off without such people.

They were few, the people he could trust. And even those he called his “friends”, he didn't trust completely. His childhood best friend, Rachel, had grown up and busied herself at the DA’s office. She reached out to him after he’d returned after all those years in training, but she was a busy woman, and Bruce had found a new passion himself – patrolling the streets of Gotham dressed up as a bat. They would talk often, but it simply wasn’t the same. They were still friends of course – childhood could link two people – but he’d changed, and so had she. No matter how well they got along, they were changed people.

So, he was back to square one, with no people to truly confide in.

There was, after all, a reason only Alfred knew of his secret identity.

No, Bruce Wayne wasn't a stranger to loneliness.

He preferred the peace and quiet of his home office to the loud ambiences of the parties thrown by pretentious people who wanted to pass by as charitable, and found that sometimes, being by himself was a better option.

Bruce Wayne could count with his hands how many “friends” he had, and how many were simply greedy bloodsuckers trying to get to his fortune.

All but you, though.

Never you.

Bruce met you a few years ago, at the bakery you used to work at.

He wasn't a regular - hell, he didn't usually eat at places like those. Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, dined at the best restaurants - a truth universally acknowledged.

But after being stuck in traffic for about thirty minutes (he'd sent Alfred on a makeshift vacation, having miraculously been able to convince the old man to take some time for himself), he decided to exit the cab and go for a stroll.

It'd been a stressing day, with about a hundred reports coming in for him to sign at Wayne Enterprises, the prototypes for his new motorcycle had proved to be a failure, and he was simply exhausted. A walk would do him good, clear his head.

That's when he walked by the bakery, noticing the colourfully decorated cupcakes and pastries on the shelves. The pastel-coloured frostings seemed far too pretty to eat, and curiosity got the best of him, compelling him to go inside and purchase one.

That's when he first saw you.

You took a while to take his order, quickly informing him you were working all by yourself. One of your coworkers was in labour, the other on vacation. You were baking, cleaning and waitressing on your own.

Bruce was surprised, to say the least. You were taking over each station, keeping calm even under pressure and tending to each task diligently.

When asked who baked the frosted treats, you smiled and told him you baked those yourself. Apparently, it was your first time exposing them, the owner of the bakery finally giving you some leeway to try your own cakes and sweets.

“No one's tried them yet, though,” you said, sheepishly. “People don’t really want to try anything new. They’re scared my food is going to suck. I keep telling myself they’re just scared of change, you know. To keep my spirits high.”

“I hear that,” Bruce replied. If he knew anything about people, it was that they were all terrified of the unknown. “It’s Gotham – what can you do? You bump into lunatics every other day. I’ll have the one on the shop window, the one with the pink frosting.”

Your eyes sparkled then, and Bruce swore he’d do anything to see them shine again and again.

“Really?” you asked, a hopeful smile playing in your lips.

“Absolutely. It looks good.”

You gave him an enthusiastic nod and went to retrieve the cupcake, placing it on top of a small place along with a fork. He paid for the treat along with a cup of coffee and sat down on a nearby table.

Unlocking his phone, he found a few messages from Alfred, asking him if he hadn't burnt down the Manor yet. Sure, maybe he couldn't cook nor clean nor take care of himself that well, but that didn't warrant a fire brigade to go check up on him, now did it?

Burned to the ground, he texted back in a joking manner. All that's left are the red slippers I gave to you last Christmas. Hadn't you lost them? It's a miracle.

Alfred replied just as quickly.

Should've let them burn too. Hideous things.

Bruce chuckled, assuring his trusted butler all was well, and locking his phone once again.

If he looked from the corner of his eye, he could see you, nervously chewing on your lip while you looked at his plate expectantly.

Right, he thought. The cupcake.

Bruce tasted the coffee first, deciding it was far better than whatever he was drinking at his office, and slowly cut the cupcake with his fork (because why would he use his hands). HIs eyes widened once he finally bit into it.

It was good, really good. It tasted like strawberries - not that artificial strawberry flavoured crap he was sure was in most of the food out there - actual strawberries.

The frosting was sugary, but not too much that it became nauseous, and the mix of flavours melted in his mouth.

You’d approached him, breath hitched as you awaited his verdict.

“So?” You asked, after a while, giving him an apologetic smile. “How is it?”

“It’s good.”

“Really?” You graced him with the brightest of smiles, holding onto your little notepad. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Way to go, Bruce. Not corny at all. You’re the man.

Pulling the chair next to him, you sighed in relief and sat down.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. I was so scared no one was gonna like them.”

“The people of Gotham are idiots if they don’t want to try these.” He took another bite of his cupcake and your smile only got bigger.

“Well, you said it. It’s Gotham. Even something as simple as a different coffee order will get their panties in a twist. Look at how everyone reacted to that Bat guy. He takes out a few criminals and cleans the streets, and suddenly he’s the bad guy?” you inquire.

“Bat guy?” Bruce asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know! Bat guy! They’re calling him the Batman. You’ve probably seen him on TV. Black cape, black cowl, black, well, clothes?”

“Ah,” he nodded, “The Batman, yes. I might have heard of him.” Might have. “What’s his deal anyway? I think the police are calling the guy a criminal.”

You scoffed, placing a strand of hair behind your ear. “A criminal? The guy’s doing a better job than most cops. I think they’re just jealous. And pissed that someone’s not up for briberies.”

Bruce nodded, before turning to his cupcake. You thought what Batman did was right. He brimmed with pride.

“I don’t know – he sounds like your typical Arkham resident to me. Dressed like a bat, running around with a black cape?” It was practically wired into his brain by now, the way he attempted to detach his Bruce Wayne persona from his Batman one. Even if he’d just met you, even if you seemed genuine, he couldn’t help but keep up the façade. “They should probably lock him up.”

“That’s nonsense!” you exclaimed. “He’s the only one willing to do something right for this city. The only one who’s not being compensated by turning a blind eye to criminals like half of the GCPD are. The streets are safer with him around.”

So, he made you feel safe.

Well, not him – Batman did.

Bottom line was, he made you feel safe.

And wasn’t that the reason for all of this? To make Gotham a better place? To clean the streets, to give people some hope in amidst all the chaos and darkness? Wasn’t that his goal – to give Gotham citizens their city back to them, and allow them to live unruled by fear? 

“Anyway - I’m sorry, here I am, sitting next to you while you probably want to eat by yourself. Gosh, I’m so sorry. Taking care of the shop by myself makes me feel a tad lonely.” You gave him another apologetic smile (although this one did not reach your eyes), and got up, hurrying behind the counter.

For a few moments, Bruce sat in silence, eating his cupcake, and sipping from his coffee. Good stuff – nothing like the ones Alfred prepared for him, but still good.

When he glanced back up, he watched as you quickly washed some dishes, brow furrowed in concentration. He took you all in, the way you carefully rinsed every dish, ensuring it was stable on the tray nearby before moving onto the next one. Once or twice, you looked up, observing the city through the windows. He saw you sigh softly and get back to work.

To say he was intrigued was an understatement. A big one.

It wasn’t only that you were strikingly beautiful – that helped too, quite a lot – but there was something more to you that Bruce couldn’t really pinpoint and wanted to get to know more of. He was tired of fake people. Of all the fake smiles and fake laughter and fake parties and having to pretend he was someone he simply wasn’t. It was all for the greater good, sure, but hiding behind a mask was draining. No one knew that better than Bruce Wayne.

Before he realised it, he’d stood up, placing his plate and cup on top of the counter. The soft “clack” of it made you turn around and your eyes widened slightly.

“Oh – “ you mumbled. “It’s okay, I usually just do that.”

“Lifting a cup and a plate won’t kill me, I assure you.”

You chuckled and took the dishes, turning to the sink.

“You’re not at all like what people say.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not like they describe you,” you said with a small shrug. A strand of hair fell from behind your ear and Bruce’s hand twitched slightly, perhaps wishing to tuck it back himself.

“So you know who I am?” he asked, a curious smile forming in his lips. He wasn’t expecting to be completely ignorant of him – hell, it’s impossible to be unaware of his existence when you live in Gotham.

“I have a television and friends who love gossip magazines. It’s preposterous to think of a person who hasn’t come across your face, considering it’s slapped in nearly every tabloid ever.” You chuckled, soaking his plate. “And there was the matter of your credit card – I thought American Express was a myth.”

Bruce remained silent, which prompted you to go on.

“Everyone says you’re an arrogant jerk – “ The words come out of your mouth before you can process them, and he chuckles mentally, finding the way you stumbled over your words quite amusing. “I mean, that’s what they say – I’m not saying that you’re one, I just – I’m just repeating what’s been told to me. Anyway, yeah. You don’t seem like that at all.”

“And what makes you say that? We’ve spoken for all but five minutes,” he cocked an eyebrow, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You think for a while, gripping the towel at your hands and shrug again.

“I don’t know.” You turn to him. “Call it intuition, but I just felt like you were being genuine. I mean, you don’t have a bazillion models hanging off your arms – and it looked like you walked all the way here. No fancy sports car like the ones in the magazines either.” Another shrug. “You just seemed like a random guy when you walked in. No fancy titles whatsoever.”

Just a random guy.

Sometimes it felt like such a thing was unattainable for Bruce.

In front of the cameras, he had to be spoiled, rich, reckless playboy Bruce who bought hotels on a whim, hung around with hot models and spent his money on useless luxuries such as cars and yachts. When no one was watching, he had the weight of Gotham in his shoulders as Batman, sacrificing his mind and body every night just to make sure his people were safe.

It was impossible for Bruce to be just a random guy, no matter how much he wanted to.

But the way you said it – like you truly believed it – made him think twice about it.

You weren’t grovelling at his feet. Nor were you pretending not to know him as many others had done, in order to appear mysterious and different, and therefore catch his attention. No, you were just being you – or what he hoped was you. You knew who he was, admitted to seeing his face and knowing of his affairs, but that didn’t stop you from treating him like a normal person.

Just a random guy.

“Or maybe I’m just biased because you liked my cupcakes.” There it was again, that lovely smile of yours.

And you were funny too.

“I’ll admit, that was my tactic all along.” Bruce allowed a hint of playfulness to tint his voice, and your smile widened at that.

“Your secret is safe with me, Mr. Wayne.”

“Please, just Bruce.”

“Alright then. Your secret is safe with me, Bruce.” You smiled and went back to cleaning the counter. (You half expected him to leave without saying a word – why’d a billionaire entertain your company for more than a few minutes? – and were surprised when he stayed.)

“I’m sorry if I’m crossing a line here, but,” he started, “Would you like to join me for lunch one of these days?”

You eyed him curiously and cocked your head to the side, giving him a cheeky smile.

“Me? Really?”

“Exactly you.”

“Why? I don’t exactly belong with your people, Bruce – whoever they might be.”

“I was actually just hoping I’d get some free cupcakes.”

At this, you snorted out loud, covering your mouth with your hand. The other clients in the bakery looked at you with a slightly disgusted face, and it only made you laugh louder.

Once you stopped giggling (and after having wiped some tears from your eyes), you nodded and turned to him.

“Alright, fine. Lunch sounds great. Although – I’m sure you’re followed everywhere. And I don’t really want to be the latest gossip magazine cover.” You crossed your arms. Bruce nodded in understanding. After all, he knew how troublesome the media could be, especially when they were looking for any crumbs that might get them any insight into someone’s life.

(Un)fortunately for him, they couldn’t see past the playboy persona.

“I’ll take care of that – don’t worry.” Was his honest response. “Let’s say it’s easy for me to… become invisible.”

You leaned against the counter, smile ever so present.

“And how are you going to do that? Gonna wear a cap and sunglasses? A wig? Do we get to wear disguises? Maybe you could wear a mask!” Funny.

“I’ll just leave the American Express at home. Do you think that new Pizza place everyone’s been talking about accepts hundreds?” Bruce joked.

Your snort resonated through the bakery again, and the couple that had glanced at you earlier left, shaking their heads and muttering something about “decorum”.

The rest was history.

You and Bruce had become inseparable from that day onward.

Turns out that around you, he could be just a random guy, like he always wanted.

He started going to your bakery more and more, and convinced your boss to let you experiment with your cupcakes however you wanted.

“How the hell did you manage that?” you asked him, mouth open in wonder. “She told me I had full control of the menu! Two weeks ago, she said she didn’t want to try my sweets!”

“I’m very persuasive,” he replied, biting into a banana flavoured muffin – one of your more recent experiments. “It’s a bit chunky. Kind of bland, doesn’t melt on your mouth like the others do.”

“Yeah, I think I went overboard with the flour…” you mumble, writing something down on your notepad. “Anyways, how persuasive can you be? This woman has drunk the same cup of coffee for like, 40 years. She hates change.”

“Let’s just say I worked my regular Wayne charm.”

At that, you rolled your eyes and hit him with your towel but couldn’t hide the smile that graced your lips.

He’d stop by every day after work, eager to try out your new recipes and have a nice chat. It was freeing to have someone he could call his friend, with whom he could have conversations that weren’t about his job, his money, or his other affairs. It felt nice to be able to share things with you, things he couldn’t find it in himself to share with other people.

It took him a while, but he eventually told you things about himself. Slowly.

He told you about his parents, how much he looked up to his father and how he adored his mother. He told you about his childhood, playing in the gardens of his Manor or watching his father fiddle with the stethoscope, hoping one day he could make a difference just like him. He told you how sometimes he would just watch his mother apply makeup in her face, marvelling at how beautiful she looked. Other women of the high society always looked like they had this world and the next worth of makeup on their faces, but his mother was able to enhance all her natural features with a simple eye pencil or some lipstick.

“Makeup shouldn’t be used to turn yourself into something new,” she’d once told him, applying some sort of clear powder on her face. “Just to complement the beauty you already have.”

He found it easy to relate to that. Not the makeup, necessarily, but the whole “turning into a new person”. Batman was no different than him, nor was he someone different. He just brought out Bruce’s biggest desires, to keep Gotham safe.

In return, you told him about your childhood. About your first years in school, your friends and family. You told him about your passions, your wishes. How you wanted to travel the world and read as many books as possible. How you liked to laze around some Saturdays but couldn’t stay home and just had to get up and leave in others.

Bruce found the duality in you quite entrancing.

Some days, you’d be running around the Manor, goofing around with Alfred, and whipping up new recipes with him, the both of you jamming to old jazz that played on the radio – Alfred had been teaching you swing, and you enjoyed spinning around the room with him as lively tunes played.

(In fact, Bruce had walked in on you and him dancing a few times, and couldn’t help but lean against the doorway, watching and you laughed loudly and tried not to fall whenever his butler spun you around.)

It also went without saying that Alfred was over the moon now that his master no longer seemed to be alone. You might only be one person, but the Manor came alive whenever you were in it, and he relished in knowing Bruce finally had someone he could trust besides himself.

At first, Bruce thought of you as a friend. Someone he could confide in, someone to have a good time with and relax. But as weeks turned to months, he found himself developing stronger feelings. It wasn’t about “having fun” and relaxing anymore, it was now about seeing you, making sure you were alright, listening to your every thought and feelings.

He thought it was normal, though. After all, aren’t friends supposed to care for each other and be eager to spend time together? After all, it had been a while since he had friends. At least ones that spoke to him on the regular, that were there for him. This whole thing was new to him. So, he kept these feelings hidden, convinced they were nothing but the norm, enjoying whatever silly activities you engaged in.

You two had, after all, your own little rituals.

You loved reading – always had, and believed to continue doing so until you were dead and buried. And despite not having a lot of time to do so, Bruce did too. So, it wasn’t long before you two created your own little book club along with Alfred.

You would prepare a batch of cookies, Alfred would make some tea, and Bruce would wait by the fireplace in the living room, since there was really nothing he could contribute with but his insight on the books you were reading.

“So, what’d you think?” he asked, taking a sip from his tea, and placing the mug on the coffee table by his feet.

“I think it was terrible.” You replied.

Bruce nearly spat the drink in his mouth.

“Excuse me?!”

“I said what I said – it was a terrible book.”

“I think you’re the first person ever to call The Great Gatsby a ‘terrible book’.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at Alfred, who was intent on hearing whatever you were going to say next. He too was quite curious, but he had an inkling he knew where you were going with this.

You just shrugged your shoulders and brought your legs to your chair, sitting on top of them. You felt at home in Wayne Manor. Bruce had told you to make yourself comfortable after the third time you visited, and you wasted no time in doing so.

“Jay Gatsby is one pretentious motherfucker,” you say.

“Language!” Alfred tutted.

“Sorry – I meant; Jay Gatsby is one pretentious douchebag.” You bowed your head towards Alfred and the butler nodded in acknowledgment.

“Wait – why?”

“Are you kidding me?” All you could do was scoff. “Gatsby is an obsessive narcissist, an egocentric pathological liar who cares about no one else other than himself, and much probably, a psychopath.”

Bruce was perplexed. Very much so.

“I – I – well. I see.”

“And the way he objectifies Daisy throughout the whole book – he doesn’t even love her! He loves the idea of her. He’s a jerk.”

Bruce couldn’t even interrupt you, because you were on a spree, gesticulating with your arms and talking fast.

“But let’s be honest here, it’s not like she loves him either.”

“She doesn’t?”

“Of course not! She’s a shallow, materialistic, spoiled brat and I can’t stand her!” You finished your little speech by taking a bite out of a cookie and crossing your arms.

“Huh. Right.” Bruce said, grabbing his copy of the book. “Well, I thought it was a great book. And I don’t think Gatsby is any of the things you said.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really. I think he is a misunderstood soul.”

You scoffed. Again.

“He’s a misunderstood ass – “

“Language – “

“He is Alfred!”

“Yes, but you aren’t, and I would like to keep this household clean, for dear Master and Missus Wayne’s sake.” He replied casually, giving you that look you’d learn to interpret as “do not test me you silly little baker, for I am British and have the high ground”, and to which you just stuck your tongue out.

Bruce ignored the both of you and continued.

“And, well, I think he truly did love Daisy.”

“That’s impossible.”

“No, no, and here’s why, he did everything for her.”

“Name one thing.”

“Well, he waited five whole years for her. I think that’s rather romantic. He went great lengths to impress Daisy and win her love. The parties, the money, his whole persona – it wasn’t him, but he did it all for Daisy.” Bruce explained calmly. Alfred looked at him with raised eyebrows and just sipped from his teacup quietly.

“Bruce, the whole thing was a circus.” You reached in front of you to grab another cookie and took a bite out of it, missing the way your friend’s gaze dropped to your lips and then returned to your eyes in just a millisecond. “He was just showing off.”

“Perhaps,” Bruce said, “But perhaps he was just trying to be someone worthy of her. I’m sure love can make people do crazy things.” He wasn’t one to talk. It’s not like he knew what “love” was. He’d crushed on Rachel as kids, but that’s all it was, a silly childhood crush.

Perhaps the love he had for his city could count. He did do crazy things for it. Dressing up as a bat was an example.

You nodded your head a few times, pondering his answer.

“Maybe, yeah. But I don’t think so. If he loved her, he should’ve just said it. There was no need for all the show.”

Alfred raised his eyebrows once again. A very you-ish reply. He was enjoying this immensely.

Bruce replayed her words in his head. He should’ve said it. Surely, it wasn’t that easy. Jay Gatsby wasn’t your average man. He was a mystery. He had secrets and things he needed to hide. It wasn’t as easy as just walking up to Daisy and telling her “I love you”. It wasn’t that simple. “You think so?” he asked.

“Well, yeah! Absolutely – I mean, why complicate things?” you replied. “He should’ve just dropped the luxuries, the parties, he should’ve just stopped with all of the eccentric millionaire thing, looked her in the eyes and say, ‘I love you’. Simple.”

"Absolutely! I mean, why complicate things? Just look someone in the eyes and say, ‘I love you.’ Simple.”

“Simple, huh?”

You nodded, taking another sip from your tea – you drank it sickeningly sweet, with lots of honey, while he preferred one or two spoons of sugar.

“Yeah. Simple. No need for the fancy parties, and mysterious acts. Just be genuine.”

“That’s an interesting perspective,” he mumbled. “But sometimes people have reasons for not saying what’s in their hearts. Sometimes they must hide their feelings.” It was true. You didn’t know he was Batman – you couldn’t. He needed to keep you safe. All you knew was that he worked a lot, plenty of times exhausting himself and arriving home super late. It was for the best.

Alfred hummed thoughtfully, which earned him a curious look from the both of you.

“Oh, nothing, nothing. Please, do continue,” he said, gesturing for you to go on.

You gave him a weird look but simply turned to face Bruce once again.

“Reasons? Like what?”

Bruce couldn’t look you in the eye now. He shrugged and got suddenly very interested by the coffee table by his feet.

“Fear, maybe. Fear of what might happen if they open up. Fear of losing someone precious.”

You hummed, “Well, in my book, it’s always better to be honest and take the risk. Life’s too short for illusions. If Gatsby had just said it, maybe things would’ve been different. Who knows? But I still think he was one pompous son of a bitch.” You leaned back in your chair with a smug grin and finished the rest of your tea.

Alfred just excused himself and made his way towards the kitchen.

You certainly did bring some life into this once empty house.

You were lazing around in a Sunday afternoon, mindlessly scrolling your phone as a rerun of a show you liked played on TV. Even after a few years, it could still get some laughs out of you, and you’d look at the screen and smile.

All of a sudden, the couch dipped next to you.

Bruce had jumped over it, and landed next to you, sitting down comfortably, as if parkouring around Wayne Manor was something he did on the regular.

“Shit! Holy – Bruce!” You nearly jumped out of your seat, clutching your chest. Sometimes you wondered if Bruce wasn’t some sort of ninja. Being able to hide himself and be so silent wasn’t normal, and at times, to be frank, a little bit creepy.

He acted as if nothing was wrong and turned to you.

“Friday night, charity gala, you and me,” he said, matter-of-factly, as if he’d simply asked you what the weather was like outside.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah, the Carringtons are throwing a big party this Friday. It’s supposed to be this big fundraiser. The profits will go for new police facilities. As if those corrupt idiots needed them…” He sighed. “And clearly, Bruce Wayne must attend. And, as expected, he has to bring someone.”

You whined and threw your head back in frustration. You’d been to a couple of galas with Bruce. Most of them were dreadfully boring, filled with fake people whose only purpose there was to flaunt their money and pretend to care about whatever topics seemed most controversial. You hated them. The fake smiles, the gross men leering on you, the women shamelessly throwing themselves at Bruce (not that you minded. After all, you two were just friends. It just made you uncomfortable that they were so forward about his advances. Clearly, he wasn’t alone. He had you. Could they not see it? But of course, you two were just friends. Which meant you weren’t jealous. You just felt sorry for them, and extremely uncomfortable whenever they looked at, spoke to, or touched him. Duh.)

“I can’t go.”

Bruce grimaced.

“Why?”

“I’m busy. Sorry Bruce, I have plans.” What a liar.

Your friend smirked and nudged his head towards the kitchen.

“Alfred checked your schedule – you’re free for the next two weeks.”

Your jaw dropped and you looked back at the kitchen, where Alfred innocently prepared a few sandwiches.

“Damn him! I swear that man must’ve been a British spy!” you muttered, shaking your head.

“So, are you coming with me?” Bruce pressed on.

“I can’t – I have to return some videotapes.” You replied smugly.

Bruce gave you a dry laugh and threw a pillow in your direction, which you failed to dodge.

“Very funny. I’m serious – I can’t go by myself. Look, I know what this is going to sound like, but the Carringtons are only doing this to show off. They don’t care about the police; they want to show Gotham just how rich their grandfather’s money has made them. They’ve been around for years and never once donated – why now?”

“Just because you have to go, doesn’t mean that I have!” you too threw a pillow at him, but as always, his reflexes were on point, and he managed to catch it mid-air.

“Look, you’d be doing me a huge favour.”

“I have literally nothing to wear.”

Bruce gave you a blank stare – that excuse did not stick anymore, not after he’d bought you a different dress for each party he had taken you to (“Think of it as a thank you gift”, he said).

“Just take a model. Or an actress. Or some other celebrity. You know me Bruce, I don’t belong with those people. They’re not my crowd.” You grabbed another pillow and prepared to throw it at him.

“I can’t stand another night of pretending to spend my free time buying hotels and yachts.” Bruce said your name softly and you let your guard down, lowering your arm. “It’s not me, and you know it.” You looked into those chocolate brown eyes that seemed to have soften – those eyes of his always made you melt, and you often found yourself saying yes to his every whim.

You pondered your choices.

He could take a model or an actress. The headlines would love speculating who the hell was Bruce Wayne messing around with this time. He’d have to pretend to be someone he was not for a whole evening – though you didn’t know why; only that, for some reason, he had a reputation to upkeep – and the next morning you’d wake up and seethe as you watched the shots paparazzi got of your best friend and some random floozy slobbering on top of him.

Or, you could go with him. It’d be a pain in the ass to pretend to like all of those people and to interact with those phony idiots who thought money was worth anything and would try their best to snake their ways in Bruce’s close circle. But you’d spend a nice evening with your friend, wear a pretty dress, drink some expensive champagne and be able to laugh at everyone else with him. There were worse fates than that, you were sure.

“Fine,” you sighed, “I’ll come with you.”

Bruce did a small “yes” gesture with his arm, and then grabbed a nearby pillow. “Now, where were we?”

“Oh – OH don’t you dare, Bruce Wayne!” You lifted your arm once again, but before you could throw the pillow in his direction, he’d grabbed your arm and pulled you to him. You fell on top of his body, hands on either side of his head as they bore the weight of your body. Your face was inches away from his, and all you could do was stare into those brown eyes that had you so weak.

You blinked repeatedly, before quickly getting up. Your cheeks were flaring up and you grabbed your phone, standing up from the couch.

Bruce, on his end, was speechless. He watched as you stood up, unable to form a coherent sentence.

“I – I should go. I need to… yeah, I gotta – I gotta do something. I’ll see you later.” You mumbled, and within seconds, you were out the door.

When you were gone, Alfred left the kitchen and walked towards the couch where Bruce was sitting, still silently staring at the wall.

“Is everything alright, Master Wayne?” he asked, although he didn’t really need an answer. He knew exactly what was going on with him. After all, he’d raised this boy like his own son for years.

“Yes,” Bruce cleared his throat, nodding. “Yes, yes, I am. Everything’s fine. How about those sandwiches you were making?” He tried changing the topic, but it was too late.

As Alfred walked back to the kitchen, he couldn’t help but think that he should probably schedule an optometrist appointment for his master. After all, one can’t help but be concerned when such a smart, capable man was so blind to matters of the heart. Almost as blind as a bat, one could say. He’d keep this joke for later. Bruce would hate it. Even better.

Funnily enough, Alfred wasn’t the only one who thought Bruce was blind to his feelings.

In fact, it seemed like everyone could see how smitten the Wayne billionaire was with you.

When you two went out, he would look at you with this sparkle in his eyes, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

You walked into the party, arm linked with his, and it was as if the whole world stopped to look at you two.

Everyone knew about your existence – it wasn’t the first time you accompanied Bruce to parties – Bruce Wayne and his close friend. Friend. Yeah, sure. If the glances he stole were any indication, the Wayne heir was nothing but completely enamoured with you. In fact, it was incredible how much he’d changed. His whole attitude changed when he was accompanied by you. No longer was he the reckless billionaire who drank too much and humiliated himself, but the elegant man who liked to engage in conversations (as long as the topics were interesting) and had a heart of gold.

Yes, everyone seemed to spot the change in demeanour whenever you two were together.

“Bruce!” A voice could be heard from the distance, and Rachel Dawes made her way towards the both of you. She smiled and spoke your name once she noticed you were the one accompanying her childhood friend, before hugging you. “Oh, it’s so nice to see you here!”

You hugged her back and gave her a genuine smile. You’d met Rachel before more than a few times – she was a lovely young woman with a great sense of justice, and you were sure she was going to do great things for Gotham’s wellbeing. You also enjoyed her company greatly, since she had once told you all of the embarrassing stories about Bruce’s childhood. “I had no idea you were going to be here!”

“Yeah, well,” she looked around and smiled, seemingly looking for someone. “I was just as surprised as you were.”

Then, a very familiar face emerged from the crowd, calling out “Rachel!” and walking to her side.

“There you were – you left so abruptly; I thought something was wrong.” The man said, before turning to look at you and Bruce. You took him in. Dirty blond hair and a familiar cleft chin. You furrowed your eyebrows, before it finally clicked in.

“You’re Harvey Dent – I’ve seen you on TV before,” you said, and he smiled in acknowledgement.

“That would be me, yes.” He put forward his hand, and you shook it, introducing yourself.

Harvey then turned to look at Bruce, extending his hand to him.

“And you must be Bruce Wayne. Rachel talks about you a lot.”

Bruce shook it and nodded.

“Hopefully she hasn’t disclosed everything about me, otherwise I’d be ruined.”

The two men chuckled, and you took that opportunity to look at Rachel. You looked from her to Harvey, opened your mouth and wiggled your eyebrows, earning a laugh from her. Rachel moved to your side as Bruce and Harvey spoke about Gotham and took your arm.

“Well, well, Miss Dawes. Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” you asked in a hushed tone, still wiggling your eyebrows up and down. “How’d you meet?”

“At work. Harvey is running for district attorney. One thing led to another, and…” she trailed off, and you nudged her torso with your arm.

“And now you’re shagging future attorney Harvey Dent. Look at you go!”

Rachel covered her mouth with her hands and supressed a scoff.

“You’re unbelievable, and I never want to hear those words coming from your mouth ever! It’s just a casual thing, we’ve only gone on a few dates. Besides, you’re the one attending a charity gala with Gotham’s most eligible bachelor. I think every woman in this room has you on a death list.”

“Pftt,” you waved your hand dismissively, “You know we’re just friends. Nothing for those women to be jealous about.”

“Ah, I see. You’re just friends.” Rachel nodded, feigning seriousness in her voice.

“Yes, we are. Stop with that face!”

“What face?”

“That face you always do,” you motioned towards her face, nearly pouting. “We are! And that’s the end of the discussion! I don’t even know why we’re talking about my non-existent relationship with Bruce when you’re probably going to be First Lady someday – this is huge.”

Rachel swatted you with her purse and returned to Harvey’s side before giving you a cheeky smile – it felt nice to have a girl friend you could talk to in these scenarios. Usually, it was just you and Bruce, which, however pleasant, wasn’t the same thing as having a girl in there. You were happy to catch her off work – Rachel seemed like a different person at the office. While there, she maintained a strong and serious attitude, you were happy to see her when she had no work business to worry about and could simply be a girl with you.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ve wasted too much of your time, Mr. Wayne,” Harvey said, shaking Bruce’s hand again. “It was a pleasure to meet Rachel’s oldest friend.” He then turned to you, “And a pleasure to meet you too, Miss.” “Likewise,” you replied.

Bruce nodded.

“Of course. I’ll be sure to send you a nice bottle of Chardonnay when you’re elected district attorney,” he said in his best careless billionaire voice, and nodded at Rachel before the two walked away. “Who would’ve thought,” he muttered to you, beckoning a butler who was carrying a tray of champagne glasses close to him.

“Well, I think they’re lovely together,” you smiled and grabbed a glass, smiling once the liquid hit your lips. Champagne was always welcome.

“Well, you think everyone looks lovely together. You’re a sap.” You laugh at Bruce’s comment and hold onto his arm. He brings you close, absentmindedly, and the two of you walk around the party, occasionally being stopped by the average donor.

After eating some entrees and mingling with the guests, soft music started to play and ring throughout the room. You looked up, pleasantly surprised, and tugged at Bruce’s arm.

“Come on,”

You didn’t have to tell him twice – he was growing tired of pretending to share the same interests as these vile people. He wanted a respite from keeping the charade up, so he gladly took your hand and led you to the middle of what had become the dancefloor. You two weren’t the only ones in there, a couple more pairs having decided to dance.

Bruce gently held your waist and pulled you close to him, his other hand coming to lift yours.

“Thank you,” he spoke, ignoring the way everyone’s eyes glued onto the two of you.

“I could see you were about to actually punch that man right in the face,” you chuckled, looking at the person in question. He was a middle-aged man who could probably stand to lose a few pounds for the sake of his health, who was trying to talk Bruce into introducing him a couple of models. You just had to come to the rescue, because Bruce actually looked like he was about to burst a blood vessel. Thankfully, he was a good actor and simply promised the man he would surely hook him up with the woman of his dreams.

“I think it goes without saying I’m not introducing jack shit to him. I’m pretty sure he’s assaulted his female employers. I should have someone investigate it.”

“My, my. Bruce Wayne, ever the White Knight.” You smiled, and you could swear that for some minutes, the entire world faded away as the soft melodies of Camille Saint-Saëns filled the air.

He snorted at that but did not say anything.

The two of you kept dancing. You found looking into his eyes extremely hard, so you avoided his gaze, looking straight ahead at behind his shoulder continuously.

“I still haven’t told you how beautiful you look tonight,” Bruce finally broke the silence between you two, and you returned his gaze. He’d bought you a floor-length black John Galliano gown with delicate lace trim and a bias cut, and you had actually screamed into your pillow once you saw it – it was far too pretty.

“Thank you,” you reply, brushing some invisible dust from his shoulders. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Bruce lowered his voice and looked you in the eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

“I mean it. You do look stunning.”

The two of you stopped dancing for a few moments, and you were unable to look away from his almost magnetic gaze. Time seemed to stand still, and you gripped his shoulder tighter, to make sure you were real, and he was real, and this whole ordeal was real.

He was just about to speak again, when you were interrupted by a loud, shrill voice.

“Mr. Wayne! Oh, what a pleasure to have you here!”

You quickly pulled away from him as Catherine Carrington, a woman in her mid-40s with long, blonde hair approached the both of you and placed two loud kisses on either side of his cheeks. You looked away, trying to figure out how to properly breathe again, and fanned yourself with your hands.

Harrold Carrington, Catherine’s husband walked to her side and shook Bruce’s hand, far too interested in talking to you. You stifled a laugh – whoever was in charge of his wig had tone a terrible job, because it was clear as day his hairline was receding, and the hair he had on was fake.

“Ah, you must be the mysterious friend everyone has been talking about. We’ve seen you around a few times, haven’t we Miss? But I don’t think we’ve properly met – I’m Harrold Carrington. And may I say, you look splendid this evening.”

None of the Carringtons seemed interested in their spouses. Catherine was fawning over Bruce, and Harrold’s eyes lingered far too long on your exposed collarbone and cleavage. So much so, that you turned from him uncomfortably. Bruce was quick to notice your discomfort, and pulled you next to him once again, wrapping a protective arm around your waist.

“I’d appreciate it if you could keep your eyes on the lady’s face, as opposed to her chest, Mr. Carrington,” he said with a smile that you could only identify as fake, and that smug voice he used when he was feeling particularly cocky.

All of the colour drained from Harrold’s face, and he stuttered, trying to form a coherent sentence – which he failed miserably. “I – I, well – I wasn’t – I would never! I – I was just –“

Bruce faced Catherine once again and gave her another fake smile.

“Lovely party Mrs. Carrington. Very nice of you to raise money for the Gotham Police Department. Very charitable, indeed. And the champagne is just splendid. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I heard someone was eating caviar, and it’s not a real party without it, now is it?”

Effortlessly, he brought you away from the couple.

Once you were out of sight, he looked at you with a worried expression.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah – he was just creepy. Shit, I hate galas.”

“Tell me about it,” Bruce sighed, before shaking his head. “How long have we been here for?”

“About two hours.”

“How about we ditch at three? I think it’d be a crime to abandon this party now. Especially when you look this dazzling.”

He was giving you that look once again, the one you couldn’t quite decipher, and you felt butterflies in your stomach.

Bruce, on the other hand, was freaking out. You looked lovely, even more so than usual. He’d been dancing with you, and all was perfect, and then that hag Catherine had to go and ruin everything.

Was it too much to ask for a quiet dance with his friend?

Friend.

The word tasted wrong in his mouth.

No, you weren’t his friend. At least not anymore.

He thought about your dance moments earlier. How you’d held onto him, far too shy to look him in the eye, lips slightly parted and eyes sparkly. He thought of how easily you leaned into his touch and how he liked having you by his side.

He thought of how much he enjoyed spending time with you, how much he laughed in your presence, how free he felt when he was with you. He could be himself, something that he felt he couldn’t be anywhere else. You were his safe haven. You were everything.

It was that night Bruce Wayne realised he was in love with you.

One time the both of you went out to do some Christmas shopping.

(“In November?” Bruce had asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Christmas sales have already started! And I bet everyone’s going to start super soon, so we need to get to it!” Was your reply. Bruce could only sigh and agree, like he always did when it came to you.)

Besides, it was the first Christmas you’d be able to spend together after 2 years of friendship. The last two had Bruce way too busy with his company (at least that’s what he told you. In reality, he had been tracking down a few criminals who’d been wreaking havoc days before.

The main point was: after two years of being friends, you would finally get to spend Christmas together. It’s not that you’d suffered those Christmases without him; you had friends and family. But you wanted to spend the holidays with who you now considered to be your closest friend.

Bruce, however, wanted to spend Christmas with the woman he was in love with. He hadn’t found the courage to tell you – not yet. He was afraid of ruining things, of hurting you. So he kept silent, relishing in the friendship the both of you had.

Approaching the mall, you had a small list in your hand, filled with names of everyone you wanted to buy a gift for. He had around five people in mind, so he did not need all those preparations.

Once you were in the crowded mall, Bruce would hold you close to him, shielding you from everyone who might bump into you. His hand would respectfully be in the small of your back, and if he needed you to get out of someone’s way (people who refused to look up from their phones were the worst), he would slide it to your waist and gently pull you towards him.

You’d stopped at a beauty store, wanting to buy a new skin care package for your closest friend at work – heavens knew how badly you needed her to keep you sane – so you’d asked Bruce for his opinion on a myriad of perfumes.

“See, I like this one, but I think the smell is a bit too strong,” you mumbled, squeezing some of the hand lotion’s sample on your hand and applying it there. “Here,” you reached your hand to him, and nearly all the air was sucked out of your lungs when Bruce carefully reached for it, holding your pulse in his and bringing it to his face. His lips nearly brushed against your skin as he took the smell of the lotion in, and at least a dozen of women who were shopping nearby swooned.

Bruce let go of your hand just as gently and you blinked a few times, trying to wake up from your little trance.

“It is a bit strong, yeah. You mentioned she’s got a sensitive nose, so maybe something less floral?”

You were quick to nod and walk away, afraid he’d notice the way your cheeks heat up and your pupils dilated.

Once you turned away from him, focusing on the other hand lotions, he sighed, still feeling a buzzing sensation in his hand. It was as if he could still feel your skin against his, and he had to shake his head to return to the task at hand. Control yourself.

At a clothing store, you held up different sweatshirts next to him, asking for his opinion on a gift to your father. He gave you his earnest opinion, and insisted on carrying all your bags once you were done.

“Bruce – come on, I can carry them. I’m not a baby,” you’d told him, sighing in exasperation.

“Just allow me. You’re still picking up things left and right, it’s better if I carry these for you.”

You two checked out a jewellery shop – you’d been saving up to buy your mom a pair of earrings, and while you busied yourself looking through rows and rows of pairs, looking for the one you had your eyes on, Bruce quickly excused himself, and turned to a shop helper.

Approaching the counter, he placed the delicate pair of pearl earrings next to the cashier, glancing around just to make sure you weren’t paying attention to him.

“Would you like these to be gift wrapped?” The cashier asked.

“Yes please.”

Bruce continued glancing around. You too were speaking to a shop helper, pointing to the delicate pair of gold earrings you wanted to get.

“A gift for a special someone?” The cashier asked once again with a polite smile. Bruce wasn’t dumb. If he were anyone else, this would be a regular, standard question asked by shop clerks to keep a friendly conversation going. But he’s not just anyone else. He’d noticed the way the woman had glanced him up and down with a wishful expression and could bet all his money that if he were to reveal more than necessary, then she would turn to any gossip magazine as soon as he was out the door and spill whatever nonsense she thought it was going on.

He gave her a curt nod, paid for the earrings (now neatly placed inside of a box and wrapped with a pretty red ribbon), and returned to your side, hiding the box inside his jacket’s pocket.

“Did you find them?” he asked once he got to your side, and if it were anyone else, you would’ve jumped, but by now you were used to Bruce. You seemed to lean into his side and smiled, looking at the pair of hoops the shop helper brought to the counter.

“Yeah – she’s gonna love them! I was super scared they’d be sold out Bruce, I’ve been working my ass off to get these. I’m so proud of myself,” your smile was contagious, and Bruce found himself bringing you closer to him by the waist and giving you one of his super rare smiles. Once again, every woman within a five-mile radio sighed, basically eating him up with their eyes. It was no secret Bruce Wayne was a handsome man – not to mention Gotham’s most eligible bachelor – but to see him act so affectionate in public was a completely different thing, and it was clear more than woman had gotten jealous just looking at you.

(Their boyfriends were not happy with the way said women ogled Bruce up and down.)

“I’m proud of you too.” Bruce replied. It was true. You were a hardworking woman, and he beamed with pride at your accomplishments.

Of course he didn’t tell you he bribed the store to keep the earrings stored until you came along to buy them – he wasn’t about to let someone snatch the thing you’d been working so hard to get – but it didn’t matter. You’d earned it.

You grinned at him and reluctantly broke free from his hold.

“I’m gonna go pay for these, meet me outside?”

He nodded and walked outside of the store, hand coming to pat the box inside of his pocket. They’d look incredible with his mother’s pearl necklace, that’s for sure.

He carried your things to the limo, and upon arriving to the Manor, he distracted you with promises of hot chocolate and marshmallows, before handing Alfred the little white box and telling him to keep it a secret. The rest of the evening was spent with the two of you discussing presents, drinking your hot chocolate, and watching some Christmas movies as the wood in the fireplaced cracked piece by piece, enveloping you both in a cozy warmth.

Later that month, the two of you were sitting at an expensive café, having a few treats, and talking about your Christmas shopping. Although the place was very fancy and its prices had shocked you, so had the quality of their food.

“This is garbage,” you said, eyeing the cupcake on your plate. “Holy shit, who baked these? It feels like I’m chewing on a brick!”

“Yours are much better, yes,” Bruce agreed, taking his own cupcake, and looking at it carefully. “And that’s this awful taste?”

“I think she added lemon juice, but it doesn’t work in this recipe, not at all. You’ll see, it’ll basically nullify the sweetness of it, and the whole thing is just gonna taste like one sour cupcake. Gosh, people pay their rent’s worth of money for these?”

Bruce could listen to you talk for hours on end. The way your eyes lit up when you found a topic you were interested in, and how genuinely passionate you were about your hobbies. Your genuineness was something he praised and found himself looking for more and more. In fact, one of the reasons he’d taken you to this specific café was because he knew the cupcakes sucked – he’d eaten there before. He just wanted to hear you talk about them.

An old woman approached your table, wearing a Santa Claus had on top of her head, and a few Christmas related pins on her waitress apron.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, no thank you, we’re fine.” You replied, returning it «.

“I see. Well, I’d just like to say, it’s a real gift to see such precious young love.” The woman gestured at the both of you, and your cheeks flared up. “This city can be so dark and gloomy sometimes; it warms my heart to know that love still prevails on top of all. You two are such a lovely couple.”

“We’re –“ you coughed, trying to clear your throat. “We’re not – we’re not a couple.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, we’re just – we’re just friends!” you were quick to correct her and refused to meet Bruce in the eye.

Oh, right. Bruce. He was staring at the old woman, completely lost in thought. This woman thought you two were a couple. Did you look like it? And why had you shut her down so quickly? Did you hate the idea that much? Would it be so terrible if the two of you were to date?

“Oh, I am so sorry then, my apologies!” the waitress was quick to apologise. “It’s just – you two look rather lovely together. I’m sorry for the intrusion.” She walked away and you covered your cheeks with your hands, trying to mask the sudden blush that had overcome you.

Bruce, on his end, was still staring at where the woman had been. Did you two look like a couple that much? He wouldn’t mind it. No, not really, he wouldn’t mind being a couple with you. He could finally drop that stupid playboy persona, be one step closer to his real self. He could protect you and always keep you safe and closer to him. He wondered what it would be like to wake up to you every morning and be greeted with that dazzling smile of yours. Would you ask him for five more minutes in bed? Act all grumpy until you had your morning coffee? Would you drag him out of his bedroom to start the day and be productive?

“Shall we go?” you interrupted his thoughts, placing your now empty mug on top of your plate. “It’s gonna get dark soon, and I wanted to see the Christmas lights.” Your voice was lower, still tinted with some nervousness. Bruce snapped out of it and nodded, walking towards the counter to pay the bill.

While he was gone, you made your way to the bathroom and splashed some water on your face, to wake yourself up and hopefully cool down.

Once you were ready, you walked out of the café, strolling the streets of Gotham.

Sometimes it surprised you how pretty your city could be. Sure, there was chaos and corruption, and most of the times it was a fucking shithole, but it was still home, and the tall buildings and bright lights could still take your breath away.

You and Bruce walked side by side. You were still far too nervous to look at him, so you kept your distance. Bruce, respectful as ever, remained by your side, refusing to touch you until you gave him permission. As you were looking at the prettily decorated shop windows and houses, he could see the way your body shivered and trembled.

That’s what you got for refusing to bring a jacket because, “your outfit looked far too pretty to be hidden behind a coat”.

“Cold?” he asked.

“N-no. Not at all. I’m fine. I told you; these tights are really warm.” Your voice was trembling, and your teeth were close to chattering. A part of Bruce wanted to see you fight for your case just a bit longer, while the other just longed to envelop you in his arms and keep the cold away.

“Oh, really? Because I’m pretty sure the tips of your fingers are turning blue.” He said with a smug expression.

“No, I’m fine.” You replied, nodding eagerly. “I told you; I wouldn’t be cold. I’m not.”

Bruce just nodded and kept walking by your side.

After a few minutes, it was far too obvious you were freezing. Your body was trembling, your teeth were chattering, and he was sure he could see your lips becoming a dark shade of purple.

Wordlessly, Bruce began to remove his jacket.

“What are you doing?” you asked, turning to him in confusion.

“Preventing you from catching pneumonia,” he replied, handing it to you.

“N-no, T-that’s not n-necessary, Bruce. I’m fine. I’m n-not cold. I’m f-fine! See? Just p-peachy.”

Bruce had faced criminals and villains and corrupt cops, and they’d all lied to him at one point or another. None was as bad as you.

He gave you one of his “I told you so” looks, and you nearly pouted, spreading your arms as he helped you put the jacket on. Almost instantly, you felt warmth spread through your body and sighed in relief. Bruce also removed his scarf, and carefully wrapped around your neck, hands lingering on your face for longer than necessary when he brushed a few strands away from it.

“Better?” he murmured.

You looked at him through your lashes. He was close. Very close. So close, that you could hear your heartbeat hammering on your chest. You gave him a soft “mhm” and he returned to your side, keeping a respectful distance from you.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked him. It made you feel terrible – it was freezing in Gotham, and you’d taken his only sources of comfort.

“I’m fine – believe me. I’d much rather have you not freezing on me.” He replied.

“Are you sure? It’s very cold.”

“I promise.”

You nodded and continued your silent stroll.

Suddenly, while crossing the street, some careless motorbike showed up out of nowhere. You shrieked in surprise, and froze in your place, closing your eyes in fear. A pair of strong arms pulled you away, and you collided with a strong figure. Bruce was holding you close, cursing the driver under his breath. Once you looked up to you look at him, he turned to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking all over your face to make sure you were unharmed.

“Yeah – just – that dickhead –“

“I know. It’s like you can’t trust anyone with a license these days.” He muttered. It hurt to part from you. It was like you were made to stand next to him, body slotting perfectly with his. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, giving you space, but was surprised when you held onto his arm, like you usually do.

You looked at him, silently asking for permission, which he granted. You scooted closer to him, and he smiled.

The two of you continued walking through the streets of Gotham, making comments on the architecture, the lighting, the people. There were small stalls selling all sorts of trinkets and goods, a sort of small Christmas market, and you smiled as you saw kids running around with balloons or cups of hot chocolate. It was dark and gloomy, but once again, Gotham could be so very beautiful.

“A pretty flower for a pretty lady?” An old vendor asked, extending a pretty rose in your direction.

“Oh, no thank you – “ you mumbled, shaking your head, but Bruce was quicker.

“Thank you.” He nodded, taking the flower in his hands. He handed the man a bill (and surely a big one at that, because the man’s eyes widened, and he stared at it for quite a while before thanking Bruce profusely.)

Bruce turned to you and handed you the flower.

You weren’t sure if it was from his jacket, or if your whole body had simply decided to set itself on fire. You took the flower and brought it up to your nose, the intoxicating smell of it filling your senses.

“Thank you,” you said, still looking at it. No one had ever bought you flowers.

“A pretty flower for a pretty lady,” he repeated the old man’s words, and continued walking with you by his side, but not without hearing the old man say something about how “beautiful it was to see love bringing people together”. You didn’t seem to have heard it, but Bruce did, and he smiled.

It was Christmas Eve, and you were in Wayne Manor, having dinner with Bruce and Alfred (whom he begged to take a seat at the table with the two of you). There was wine and plenty of food, and the three of you had a great time, sharing funny stories and anecdotes and just enjoying each other’s companies.

You had promised your family to visit them the day after and were dead set on spending the Eve with Bruce.

After dinner, you sat near the fireplace, talking about books, movies, and whatever silly topic that came to mind. You, with your legs comfortably spread on the couch, Alfred on the big chair, and Bruce on the floor, by your feet. To him, that was the closest he had to spending Christmas with his family, and wondered if his parents would’ve enjoyed your company. Of course they’d have, he thought, you’re perfect.

After the three of you had played a few games (Alfred had won at charades, his Batman impression making you laugh for five minutes straight), you stood up announcing that, since it was almost midnight, you wanted everyone to open their gifts. It was more about you giving yours away than opening them, really – you were quite proud of the gifts you’d bought and wanted Bruce’s and Alfred’s reactions as soon as possible.

“Alright, alright, alright, me first! Here – Alfred, these are for you!” You handed him about five different packages, and he looked at you with a fond expression in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to, Miss.”

“Well, but I did. I need to spoil my swing partner, don’t I?”

He smiled at your antics and slowly opened the packages, one by one. Inside, there were a few woollen sweaters with matching-coloured ties.

“They’re really warm, you know. And it’s real wool – the quality of these is amazing! And you can even wear them without the ties, for a more casual look. What do you think? Do you like them?” you asked eagerly, hoping to get the response you wanted.

“I do, Miss. Thank you. These are lovely.”

You beamed and hugged him tightly. “Promise? There’s a receipt somewhere if you don’t like them – but I just thought they looked so cool and they were so pretty and the fabric is so soft, and – “

“Yes, Miss. I promise. Thank you. These are splendid.”

“Well, since we’re spoiling Alfred, I don’t really want to get left out.” Bruce joked, before reaching for an envelope sitting on top of the Christmas tree (decorated by the both of you on the first of December, thank you very much.) He handed his butler the envelope and sat back, awaiting his reply.

“So, you’ve finally decided to get rid of me.” Alfred said, looking at the contents of the envelope intently.

“Don’t be so dramatic, it’s just a few weeks.” Bruce replied smugly. “If anyone deserves a vacation in this house, it’s you.”

When Alfred didn’t reply, Bruce raised an eyebrow, worry starting to pool in his stomach.

“Alfred? Is everything okay?”

Alfred sighed and shook the envelope in his head.

“A ticket to the Maldives, Master Wayne? You’ve outdone yourself this time.”

Bruce grinned, nodding. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I do indeed, but, if I may express a tiny complaint…”

“Of course, Alfred. You can always speak your mind.”

“You’re a bit of a cheapskate, Master Wayne.”

You burst out laughing, nodding along with Alfred.

“A cheapskate. I see. And why is that?”

“After all I’ve done for you, three weeks of vacation seems a bit stingy, don’t you think?” Although he was saying this, he had a smile playing in his lips. Clearly none of it was serious.

“It’s not like I can function without you Alfred. Can’t have you enjoying too much time off, now, can we? You might remember just how fantastic life is outside this place and never return. You’ll be here forever. You’ve changed my diapers when I was born, and you’ll change them when I’m old and gray.”

“I knew I should’ve never accepted Thomas Wayne’s job offer back then.” He muttered. But he then turned to Bruce and gave him an earnest smile. “Thank you, sir. This is very thoughtful of you.”

After that, it was his turn to give you your presents. He gave Bruce a (very expensive) bottle of wine, that he expressed “wanted it to be opened on a very special occasion” with a wink – which made Bruce clear his throat and change the subject. You received a burgundy scarf he’d brought from his latest trip to England, from a shop you’ve expressed your admiration for a few times.

“Holy – oh my god! This is incredible, I mean, look at it!” You hugged him tightly and wrapped the scarf around your neck, not caring that it was far too warm inside the Manor for you to require a scarf.

“Well, now, it seems to be getting rather late for me,” he announced, standing up.

“Oh? You don’t wanna stay here until midnight?”

Alfred shook his head.

“I’m afraid not, Miss. I’m quite tired. I’ll be retiring for the night.”

“Alright, Alfred. Goodnight.” Bruce said with a curt nod.

“Goodnight, sir. Goodnight, Miss.”

You’d turned away to investigate your scarf once again, you missed the look Alfred gave his master, which made him sigh and look at you fondly.

“Alright – now it’s my turn! I need to go get your gift, just wait in here!” You were quick to stand up and disappear into the hallway. You’d been gone for a few minutes, so Bruce went after you, wondering if everything was alright. He bumped into you near the grand staircase at the entrance, and you jumped.

“Christ – you need to stop scaring me like that!” you reprimanded him.

Bruce chuckled, and you shook your head.

“Anyway,” you mumbled, presenting him with a small black box. “This is for you. I know it’s not nearly as fancy as the ones you already have but – well, it’s Christmas and it’s the thought that counts, is it not?” There was a certain nervousness in your voice, Bruce could feel it.

He gently took the box from you, and opened it, revealing a fancy looking black Hugo Boss watch. His fingers trailed the screen and the expensive leather strap.

“I know you have a ton of those, but I thought, hey, this one’s special, this one’s from me!” Before you could keep on with your nervous ramblings, Bruce brought you close, hugging you tightly. You smiled against his chest and wrapped your hands around his torso. This was nice. This was comfortable and familiar and nice.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair, and you almost melted at the cadence of his voice.

“You’re welcome.” You replied.

When you two pulled away, something caught his eye. Looking up, he realised the both of you were standing right underneath a few branches of mistletoe. You followed his eyes and blushed furiously, your whole body heating up.

Bruce said your name and you turned to look at him, feeling as light as a feather.

“Look, I – there’s something I would like to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Bruce thought of all you’d been through together. Laughter, tears, giggles, and scowls. You’d had great times, reading books, walking around, spending time together, and bad times, when he blew you off, choosing Gotham city at night over you. He thought of all he told you, all he trusted you with.

“I just wanted to say that I really enjoy spending time with you,” he began.

“I enjoy spending time with you too.” You inched closer to him, hands still on his chest.

“You’re amazing, and I’m so glad to have you in my life. You see through my charade. I can be myself when I’m around you.”

He thought back on the charity gala, on you wearing that lovely black dress, dancing with him. He thought of holding your hand and pulling you close to him to keep you safe. He thought of your sparkly eyes and delicate lips, and how much he could stare into the former and how badly he wanted to kiss the later.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me. I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

He thought about how badly he wanted to always be with you. How much he’d love to wake up next to you, feel your skin against his, be able to shout from the rooftops that you’re his and his alone. He thought about dropping to one knee and seeing you walking down an aisle wearing the prettiest of white dresses. He saw a lifetime with you, side by side.

“What I’m trying to say is…”

He thought about Batman.

How he’d have to cancel date after date after date, prioritising the black suit over your relationship. He thought of you getting worried sick when he got home late, frowning as you looked at his scars and bruises. He could see it vividly, how you’d cry and beg him not to leave you, to choose you over the city for once in his life, and how he’d leave you to cry all of your tears as he put the cowl on.

“Is…”

“Is…?” You pressed further, eyes dropping to his lips.

He saw argument after argument, saw you screaming at him, accusing him of not loving you. He saw nights spent in the couch, because you were far too angry to let him in your bed. He saw your sad eyes welling up with tears in the middle of romantic dates after he’d told you he had to go because the bat signal was shining in the night sky. He thought about someone finding his identity and going after you first and foremost. He saw you tied up in some random chair, mouth gagged and tears running down your streak as some criminal tortured you to get to him.

He saw your lifeless body inside a coffin, skin devoid of colour, eyes closed, to never open again, and how he’d spend the rest of his life hating both himself and his mask.

He thought about Bruce Wayne, and Batman.

And he realised you couldn’t possibly love both.

“Is… You’re a great friend. Thank you.” He squeezed your arms in a comforting manner and walked away, leaving you wide eyed and speechless under the mistletoe.

Later, he’d gift you the first edition of your favourite classic novel and wish you goodnight with a polite nod of his head, going up to his bedroom.

Before he went to sleep, he locked the pearl earrings and his mother’s necklace inside his drawer.

Things were awkward between you two. Your friendship with Bruce was still there, but he was sort of distant. Your weekly book club meetings still happened, and he still dropped by your café to drink coffee and try new cupcake recipes, but everything seemed to have changed after Christmas Eve.

So, you tried to move on with your life.

A few weeks after Christmas, your bakery started to work with a new supplier, and you quickly befriended the delivery guy, Tom. While you started to look forward to his visits more and more, it still did not feel the same as when you were with Bruce, and you felt guilty for hanging out with him.

One day, Bruce came in for his regular cup of coffee and a cupcake and found you smiling and giggling at a guy at the counter. His first reaction was to punch the guy to next Sunday, but thankfully he calmed down and approached you with a polite smile on his face.

“Hey there,” he greeted you, not sparing Tom a single glance.

“Oh! Hey Bruce – this is Tom. He’s the delivery guy from the new supplier.” Tom’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he realised the Bruce Wayne was standing in front of him and tried his best to shake his hand nonchalantly.

“I’ll be right with you,” you told him, and continued your conversation with Tom.

Fucking Tom. Who even was this guy?

And why were you smiling so much? What the fuck did he have that Bruce didn’t?

Most likely, it was what Bruce didn’t have that make a difference – a mask, a secret identity, a promise made to Gotham.

After you were done chatting with the delivery guy, you placed a cupcake and a cup of coffee in front of Bruce, but instead of sitting down with him, you returned to the counter and resumed your conversation.

Bruce cursed himself mentally.

On Christmas day, after you’d left, Alfred had asked what happened.

Bruce told him everything. How he couldn’t be with you because of Batman, how he couldn’t risk your safety and life, how he pushed you away.

Alfred lectured him, telling his master that his mask was going to be the end of him, but Bruce refused to listen and went to the batcave to busy himself and get his mind off you.

As he looked at you now, radiant and smiling at someone else, he realised that he might’ve made a big, big mistake.

It wasn’t long until you two started dating. It was casual, nothing too serious, but Bruce still seethed on the inside. He found himself staring at you for longer, hands lingering on yours whenever he touched you, and his heart ached more and more whenever he saw you with Tom.

You seemed so happy with him.

Seemed.

Because the truth was, you weren’t doing as well as Bruce thought you were. Tom was a nice man, yeah, but there was something off about the whole thing. He was good looking, yes, and very kind. He listened to you and made you, his priority. He was a dream. But there was just one problem, he wasn’t Bruce.

When you two went out, you often found yourself wishing it was Bruce’s arms wrapped around you. When you two went shopping and you decided to go try on a few hand lotions, Tom simply bent over to sniff your hand, and you were brought back to that time last November when Bruce held you with such gentleness, you nearly melted.

Tom always reminded you to bring a jacket, and you did so diligently, unconsciously put off by the idea of wearing his. He’d once given it to you, and it just wasn’t the same. He didn’t wrap it around you securely, he didn’t brush the hair away from your face, he didn’t look at you the way Bruce did. He was an amazing guy, and you liked him.

But that was it.

Still, you kept your relationship going, hoping your feelings would change.

After all, it’s not like you had ever felt anything for Bruce, right?

He was just a good friend.

You enjoyed spending time with him, sure, but that was it.

So, you looked forward to every time the two of you hung out. And your heartbeat quickened every time he was near. You couldn’t get your eyes off him. You easily got angry or upset whenever other women looked at him, and even more so when he entertained their advances. You longed to have him hold you in your arms.

But that was all normal, right? It just meant you were great friends.

You mind goes back to Christmas Eve, and the way he hugged you. Standing under that mistletoe, there was nothing you wanted more than to kiss him. You remember looking at him and wishing so bad that he would lean down and press his lips against yours. Just friends don’t kiss.

And that’s what you were to him – just a friend. He’d say that himself.

So why were you so heartbroken?

Looking at an empty coffee mug, it suddenly hit you like a train.

You were in love with Bruce Wayne.

And he didn’t love you back.

So there was no need to feel guilty over going out with Tom, right? Even if you didn’t particularly want to kiss him and didn’t want his hands around you when you two went out. Even if you were reluctant to introduce you as “your boyfriend” and had more than once ditched him to stay home and rethink your life decisions.

Even if when the two of you went out on dates, you barely paid any attention to him, focusing on the times you’d sat down with Bruce over a drink and just laughed your asses off and spoke until the crack of dawn.

Even if you didn’t really love Tom.

Yeah. No need at all.

On a lovely April afternoon, you were helping Bruce do some spring cleaning. You were both wearing some casual, old clothes, and helping Alfred to make sure the Manor ended up spotless.

You were currently in charge of the spacious living room, carefully placing picture frames on top of the coffee table so you could clean the fireplace. You looked at the framed memories. Pictures of Bruce as a child, or with his parents. There was one with a young Bruce standing on his father’s shoulders, and another one of him hugging Alfred.

You smiled to yourself. What a cute kid, he was. He seemed so happy.

There were pictures of him with Rachel, knees scraped and clothes dirty from the mud, and some with you. Your gaze lingered on those.

There was one framed selfie with the two of you, faces full of flour and whipped cream. You’d been teaching him how to bake, but the whole ordeal ended up in a small food fight – which he’d won. You chuckled at the memories of trying to teach Mr. “I’m far too rich to cook because I have people to do it for me” how to measure cups of flour, and break eggs. You’d held onto his arms and guided him to make sure he got the measurements just right.

Something inside of you flared up the memory.

The other picture in your hand had been taken at the Carrington gala.

You were wearing your pretty (and extremely expensive) black dress and were smiling at the camera. You were leaning into Bruce’s touch, who was holding you close by the waist. Instead of looking at the camera, he was instead looking at you.

Somehow, tears had clouded your vision.

How you had loved dancing with him. Being held by him as if you were the only person in the world he cared about. Your fingers traced his figure in the picture, and a tear fell down your cheek, falling on top of the glass.

“Hey, are you done with the fireplace?” You jumped at the voice behind you, and dropped the frame, which fell on the floor and broke into a million little pieces.

“Shit!” you mumbled, quick to crouch and try to pick up each glass shard. Bruce was quicker though, and made his way towards you, pulling you away from the soiled floor.

“No, get away from this, you might get hurt. I’ll call Alfred and – “ he looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Tears were streaming down your face, and you couldn’t look away from the mess you had made. “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you choked back a sob. “I’m so sorry – I broke it.”

“No, no. It’s okay, we’ll just get a new frame.” Bruce assured you, hands resting on your shoulders.

“No – fuck ­– it’s not okay! None of this is okay!” You cried, and he pulled you against his chest, running his fingers through your hair.

“It’s just a frame. We’ll get a new one. And we’ll clean the floor.”

You cried in his arms for a while, until your sobs subsided into quiet sniffs. Bruce didn’t really know what to do, so he stood there, holding you tight. He’d never let you go.

After a while, you broke the silence.

“I – “ sniff, “ – I broke up with Tom,” you mumbled.

Bruce’s expression was one of surprise. Really? Why would you though? You two seemed happy.

“I… I don’t really think I liked him…” you continued; voice muffled by his chest. “I think I was dating him simply because I wanted to forget you…”

What?

He looked at you, but you refused to face him, face pressing harder against his chest.

“I’m such an idiot, Bruce… Everything was fine, and then I went and fell for you… And now our friendship is going to be ruined, and I broke your picture frame…”

Bruce held you tighter. You fell for him?

“I’m sorry, Bruce… I’m so sorry – I promise I’ll fix this. I – I’ll stop loving you and we can go back to being friends, and – “

Bruce used his thumb to lift your face up and looked straight into your eyes. There was nowhere to run. You were trapped, and so was he.

“You love me?” he asked, voice as soft as you’d ever heard it.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say those words out loud, so you opted for nodding.

“But – Tom –“

“Tom was a distraction,” you sniffled, “And I feel terrible about it. But I didn’t really like him. I just wanted to forget about you.”

“You love me,” Bruce repeated, using the same thumb to rub circles on the skin of your cheek. His gaze fell on your lips.

He had two choices. He could let you go once again. He could walk away from you, tell you he didn’t love you back. He could watch as you eventually moved on with your life (this time for real) and protect you from having to choose between Bruce Wayne and Batman.

He could give up the love of his life forever.

Or he could kiss you. He could tell you how he felt. He could trust you with that darker side of him, and you two could figure it out along the way. He could take it easy. He could bare his heart and finally tell you how you felt.

Two sides of him fought against each other, but ultimately, one was stronger.

He bent down and took your lips in his, sliding his hands up to your face to cradle it.

You were surprised to say the least, but pleasantly so. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed him back with vigour, tears of happiness falling down your cheeks. How you’d wanted this. And now, it was finally happening.

When you two parted for air, Bruce refused to let you go, standing mere inches away from you. His nose nuzzled yours, and he whispered a quiet, “I love you.”

You don’t know wat surprised you more. That he’d say it, or that you said it back.

“I love you too,” you smiled, pressing yourself against him and kissing him once again.

Bruce wrapped his arms around you, attempting to convey all his feelings for you in a simple kiss. All the longing, the love, the desire, the friendship. Everything he couldn’t find the words to say, he poured into that kiss. And you smiled, accepting all his confessions, all his words.

“Well, it was about time, don’t you two think?” Alfred said from across the room.

You jumped and just stared at him, embarrassment overtaking you.

“Yes, I’m talking about you two. Do you know how bothersome it was to see you moping around and sulking because you hadn’t kissed her on Christmas Eve, sir?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“I – You wanted to kiss me on Christmas Eve?” you turned to Bruce and gave him a soft smile.

“I did. I really did. I’m so sorry I didn’t.” he replied, before looking at Alfred. “Could you please leave us alone now? I don’t really recall paying you to mind my business.”

“You don’t pay me enough not to, sir.” The butler replied with a cheeky grin and that “I have the high ground, for I am British and old and wise” smug look of his. “I am glad to see the both of you are finally getting along. If you need me, I’ll be cleaning the Manor, since no one in this house does it.”

You laughed and faced Bruce once again, cupping his cheek.

“I thought you didn’t even like me. I mean, on Christmas…”

“I’m sorry about Christmas. I really did want to kiss you, it’s just… There are things about me – things you don’t know. And I’m afraid of telling you because I don’t want you to get hurt.” He replied, hand coming up to touch yours.

“You can tell me anything Bruce, you know it. Right?”

He nodded, and hugged you close one more time.

“I do. And I love you. I really mean it.”

Bruce could hear the smile in your voice when you replied.

“I love you too.”

For once in his life, Bruce Wayne did not feel completely alone. On the next room, he had his trusted butler, who had raised him as his own and acted like a parental figure all these years. And in his arms, he had you. The love of his life, the woman he loved the most in the world.

Holding you close to him, he knew he could trust you, no matter what. He knew you’d accept him, because if anyone would, it was you. And he would cherish that forever.

Later that night, a small white box was taken out of a locked drawer and placed inside of his pocket.

Bruce led you to the same spot you’d been on Christmas Eve, handed you the small box, and after carefully placing the necklace around your neck, finally kissed you.

There was no way he was ever letting go of you.

A/N: And that's it! I hope I was able to do both this trilogy and this request justice, I was really worried about it. I wrote most of it in one sitting, you have no idea, I just kept on writing and writing and writing and when I realised it, it'd gotten kinda long and out of hand.

I also hope this Tom character wasn't useless? I mean, he sorta was, he was just a plot device, but I hope he didn't feel rushed or whatever.

Anyways, I hope you guys liked it! I really do!

Have an amazing day, everyone! <3

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[ratsonastick]

Clarisse la rue x shy!reader won my heart so I thought maybe the same center but with a different development like the reader is super shy and Clarisse is always seen defending her or speaking for her but then some new camper speaks badly of Clarisse and the reader defends her, kind of surprising everyone and making Clarisse proud of her with an ending where she expresses this

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Clarisse La Rue x shy!reader

All across the camp, kids knew that you had caught Clarisse La Rue’s eye. Maybe it was from how she was so gently towards you or maybe how she defended you, but everyone knew to back off.

You weren’t oblivious to this, because you knew some campers didn’t like you for some reason. Maybe it was your looks or the way you behaved.

All you knew is that they talked a lot behind your back.

It never really bothered you, until you started to realize how nice it was not getting stared down by others.

And the one at fault was Clarisse.

Most kids had stopped but it wasn’t until one day she heard a younger kid talking about your looks in her cabin did she get annoyed again.

She walked up to the kid and sat down “What did Y/n ever do to you?” Clarisse asked and the kid looked at her a little startled “Right. now shut the hell up or I will flush your head down the toilet just like I did with Jimmy.”

She got up and walked away. Let’s just say that kid did more than shut up … he hid.

Clarisse didn’t mind doing this, she liked yelling at kids, especially when It came to defending her favorite girl.

She knew that you are too shy to speak out and defend yourself so she wanted to be that voice for you.

But one day the roles switched.

You were sitting around the campfire with a few friends when you started to listen in on someone else’s conversation.

“She thinks she runs this whole place … but she’s only known because of her daddy. I wouldn’t be surprised if that stupid staff wasn’t the only thing he gave her.”

“She probably got Ares to get Aphrodite to bless her … I bet that’s all fake beauty and she’s just actually ugly.”

The two girls laughed, you didn’t know who they were, but you did know how annoying they were.

The insults they created were not only fake but just lame which infuriated you.

So before you could register what you were doing, you stood up and walked over to them crouching down in front of them like they were little children.

“Hey, can you guys shut the hell up? Leave Clarisse alone and make you jealous somewhere else. It's not her fault that her godly parent loves her and yours doesn’t love you.

You patted the girl on the shoulder and walked back to your spot. Your face feels slightly warm from embarrassment.

You let out a sigh and as the girls walked off your friends pat you on the back.

Seconds later you felt an arm touch your shoulder, and someone sat next to you.

When you turned to look it was Clarisse. She had a smug smile on her face, one leg on each side of the log so she was facing you, her arm resting on her knee.

“You didn’t have to.” She spoke softly, “but I wanted to.”

She smiled, gently biting her lip as she looked you up and down. “I’m proud of you.” She mumbled, a faint blush covering her face which she hoped you couldn’t see.

You hummed softly in response, turning to look at the fire while she kept looking at you.

“You’re hot when you yell at people, you know?” She smiled once more when she realized she caught you off guard.

She noticed how your moment of confidence was slowly dying down but the moment was still engraved fresh in her head.

“You should yell more.” She whispered once more with a glimmer in her eye.

“Clarisse I’ll never understand you” you murmured which made her lean forward.

“Well then go out with me and maybe I can help you understand.”

#percy jackon and the olympians #x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue #wlw post #wlw #dior goodjohn

[experimentfae]

Could you do yandere Adam with a small imp/succubus hybrid reader who's incredibly shy and selectively mute? They're pretty much a precious little kitten, considering they have cat-like behavior and instincts, but don't be fooled. They can and have killed many. I can imagine them meeting when they go with Charlie when she goes to meet Adam and Lute in her father's place. (This is pretty much my oc from my yandere hazbin hotel/helluva boss x oc fanfic. Ps, they write what they want to say on a small whiteboard they carry with them. They will hiss, growl, scratch, and bite you if they don't like you or are scared and in a state of fight or flight)

Yandere Adam x Shy! Imp/succubus hybrid! Reader

Oneshot

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You believed it would have been any normal day in hell not expecting Charlie to ask you to come with her to meet the leader of the exterminator’s.

“Wait really, but how? And why me?” “Well (y/n) I trust you and you’re the nicest demon I know.” she wouldn’t be saying that if she knew of all the killing you did but you kept that to yourself “I- um.” You looked as she gave you puppy eyes you could never say no, especially to your best friend.

“Sure I’ll go.” She then hugged “thank you, thank you now come on let’s get going.” You immediately as she sang her song the others watching you two leave.

After the song ended and you two made it to the Heaven Embassy, but when you guys walked in it was very creepy to say the least why were the light not on? “Uh a-are they available?” You questioned looking around “They should be, my dad never usually wrong about this stuff.” Just then a gold sign in sheet for in front of Charlie face.

This made both of jump in shock “totally not creepy.” Charlie spoke, she is definitely right this is weird but Charlie signed her name in and the letter suddenly lift up to the hell knows where then suddenly a door opened.

“This is still super creepy.” You whispers Charlie seemed to ignore it as she went through the door and you followed after “uh hello is anyone, here?” “Sup.” This made you both jump you hid behind the chair immediately, You see an Angel eating rips with another Angel behind him.

Charlie introduced herself and Adam seems genuine for a moment until he figured out he was just a Hologram “ha! I fucking got you did you see that shit?” “Yes sir.” He then laughed fucking hilarious. Just then his eyes moved to you “uh, who that with you there?.” This grabbed Charlie’s attention. “Oh this (y/n) there here to really sell the point that I’m making here.

You avoided eye contact. But this didn’t seem to faze him if you looked and if Charlie noticed you two would have seen the look of lust he gave you.

Then Adam suddenly talked about his life and his one night stand on the weekend just some other stuff. But then Charlie remembered the meeting was almost over so Charlie was talking about the hazbin hotel and the good it can from it, Adam didn’t seem to care half of the time he was looking at you or interrupted her.

Let’s just say he didn’t agree then he threw Charlie out but held you back for a moment “I need to talk to you… lute keep an eye on that one shrugging towards Charlie.

“Wait what a- Charlie got interrupted due to lute closing the door behind her. You let a cat like hiss feeling that you’re in danger what fucked up shit is he gonna do, cut your head off as a warning or something like that these thoughts fueled your anxiety until Adam spoke.

“Oohh feisty but chill out babes.” You felt your tail wag in irritation “let me give a little proposal I might give you a good word with upper management she also known as sera but I’ll only do it if you let me take you out.”

Your eye’s widen in shock “what?” He smirked “I know, someone as hot as ME taking you out, but yeah it’s the real deal babes, so I’m gonna take it as a - “n-no.” You clench your hands “that’s a weird joke or?” “I-it means n-no.” This shocked him “what, I’m fucking Adam the first man! I’m fucking awesome even princess what her face seemed to agree with that.” He growled out.

You did it bother to continue this conversation heading towards the door “Hey don’t walk from me so soon.” You felt him grab your wrist you now felt more terrified at the end of the day you knew he had more power in his hand then you would have you’re entire life.

“Or do I need to do something else? How about I consider her little passion project? Sounds good to you?” This made you hesitate “I… for the fist time you looked in the eyes and saw how he looked at you with hunger, but this could really help Charlie and her cause, you believe in her. “Ok I’ll… I’ll go with you on that date.” he smiled “perfect I’ll pick you up this weekend oh and no worry it ain’t gonna be down here on this dumpster fire, I’ll pull some strings and give you a day in heaven for the date, see a babes.”

You left without a goodbye feeling Shame, Charlie ran up to you “(y/n) are you ok?, what happened? What did I he do?” You didn’t have the heart to tell her “I… I don’t want to talk about it.” You looked away just wanting to go back to the hotel, thankfully Charlie siding push it even though she looked worried.

It’s been a week and today is the date. Well you u are going to heaven so maybe you should dress your best.

“(Y/n) what making you dress in such a fancy attire.” You looked to see alastor “oh it’s just I have a, uh date of sorts.” His smiled widen and his eyebrow arched “oh who is the companion?” You became nervous “it’s- it’s um some guy named Archer, he want’s to take me to… um bloodysteaks that new restaurant in the gluttony ring.”

He did it seem to buy it but this was entertaining enough to him so he riding question any further “if you say so, I guess we’ll see you later on.” “Yeah see ya later on Alastor.” Just then you heard a knock from you’re window. You looked to see Adam himself “who the fuck was that and wow sexy as hell babes, got dressed up for me that’s sweet.”

You groaned in annoyance and let him in “thanks, now let me open that portal and we are on our way.” He opens the heaven portal and you went through to see a beautiful city “wow.” “Yeah fucking wow this is paradise, now let me take you to ‘heavenly delights’ the most fanciest restaurant in town. you had to admit it really look like a paradise even the sidewalk looked super clean.

“But seriously who the fuck was that guy you were talking to?” “Wait alastor, he’s just a friend.” He rolled his eyes “what?” “What, what you mean what, he look like he wanted fuck you, I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that.” Allowed? This guy really is entitled but you didn’t stand up to him afraid of what would happen if you did.

You guys made it to the restaurant but realization hit you “wait how did you know I was in the hazbin hotel?” He seemed surprised by that answer “well I… let’s just order the food ok babes?” You didn’t push it thought if you had to take a guess he has been watching you this week.

Adam order for you due to your shyness You guys got your food and the food was really delicious, he guys made small talk, the worst part is you kinda liked his company, just that he kinda is a douchbag most of the time. “Alright but seriously let me pull some strings and you can be living here with me.” “I just need you to give the green light to the hazbin hotel Adam.”

He laughed “oh right that, I’m gonna be honest hot stuff I’m never gonna give green light to that thing.” You became frozen “what.” “I said what I said I’ll never agree to that.” “But you say- “I said I would consider it, doesn’t mean I’ll agree it. Ok now you felt stupid “and I know you said didn’t want to be here but, I already made arrangements and got your sexy ass into heaven.”

Your tail stood up in shock and felt your face contort to shock you really hard the Earle to chock him like your other victims. “yeah I know admit you love it, you love the idea of living here.” You immediately got up and left the restaurant “hey what the hell?!” Spoke Adam as he flew after you “I didn’t want that!” You yelled with tears in you’re eyes “oh come on you will be the first hell born into heaven but pretend that your a human, because sinner is no but a HELLBORN making it into heaven, a hell no, I had to tell sera some bullshit story.” He stated.

You looked away from him “oh calm on you love it up here eventually, you will look hotter then you already do and besides the effects are starting right now.” “Wait what?” You felt feather on your back and you touched your head to feel a halo “Oh no.” “Oh yes!”

“Wait can I at least say goodbye to my friend’s” you asked tears in your eye’s “hmmm, no, oh and don’t think about leaving me because if you do I’ll just make sure you’ll be a target in the next extermination.” You were shocked “yeah I love you babes put sometimes tough love is needed.”

“But I- I” he shushed you “now come on you will love it here and overtime you’ll learn to love me.”

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

#hazbin hotel fanfiction #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel adam x reader #reader insert #reader x character #fanfic request #hazbin hotel #yandere adam #yandere

[spooky-bunnys]

Sakamaki Brothers x Bunny Hybrid

It was a cloudy night. The air was turning colder. The flowers slowly dying. This was (Name)'s least favorite time of year. When it was getting colder. It made his grooming time longer and he just hate the cold. (Name) slowly brushed his long droopy ears. Making sure there wasn't any knots.

He hated when he had knots in his fur. He didn't like having his hair pulled. After softly brushing his ears a few more times he decided to move on to his little tail. But as he tried brushing it. The bunny brush got stuck. (Name) stared at the brush and gave a small tug and yelped in pain....

"Are you serious? I just started!" He groaned in frustration and tried to slowly get the brush unstuck. He unfortunately failed. (Name) sighed heavily and got up from his super comfy bed and made his way into the hallway.

He straightened his ears and closed his eyes. Listening to the sounds going on in the mansion. Trying to find a certain tea obsessed vampire. He flinched when he heard crashing and Reji yelling at Yui. Well at least he found him...

He slowly made his way to the kitchen. Accidentally running into the other brothers and tripping over Shu at least twice he finally made it to the kitchen where Reji and Yui stood. He could tell Yui had done something to upset Reji as he was in one of his "Come to my room later so I can punish you" lectures. (Name) shivered.

He didn't like being punished. When he entered the kitchen Reji turned his head so quickly (Name) swear he heard a crack. Judging from Reji's annoyed face (Name) knew this conversation wasn't going to go too pleasant. "(Name) what are you doing out of your room? I haven't sent for you yet. Dinner is going to have to be delayed due to an incident." As he said the last word (Name) saw the glare Reji threw at Yui.

(Name) took a deep breath. He drooped his ear and slightly played with one and looked at Reji through his hair. Looking innocent and absolutely adorable. "W-Well I was grooming my ears and tail s-so I could look good for dinner."

(Name) pulled his ears in front of his eyes appearing to be hiding from Reji. Reji stood up straight and walked to the long eared bunny. "Yes continue." (Name) took a deep breath and peaked through his ears. "B-But the brush got stuck....in my t-tail and I didn't know what to do! It won't come out!"

(Name) heard a snort behind him and knew the other brothers joined in the kitchen. "It's true tableware otaku. I can see it from here." (Name) felt a tug on the brush and yelped again. Tears filling his eyes as he turned and smacked the hand tugging at the brush. Laito chuckled and raised his hands as a way of saying he surrendered.

(Name) heard Reji take a deep breath and slowly released it. "This is why I tell you to let us groom you (Name) you'll only end up injuring yourself or breaking another brush." (Name) played with his ear again looking away. "I-I just wanted to look good for you guys at dinner..." (Name) felt arms wrap around him and a head being placed on his shoulder.

He knew who it was just by the scent and the way the person softly kissed his ear. "Mm. Why didn't you just ask for help Bun? I would've helped groom you." He felt Shu snuggle into his neck and squeaked. "B-But I just wanted to surprise you guys...I didn't mean for it to get stuck again." The brothers sighed at the long eared rabbit.

They loved this side of him. He was always so shy and sweet. He cared for them more then he cared for himself. Subaru groaned loudly and snatched the hybrid from Shu. "It was my turn to groom him anyways. Call us when it's dinner time I guess." Like that the two vanished. Reji turned to Yui was still cleaning up the mess.

"Well then. Since you started cleaning before I could finish I guess you don't need to be punished." Yui released a breath of relief. She knew if she ever needed an out of jail card to just call (Name) he had the brothers wrapped around hid tiny fingers. She's glad she had a friend like him.

#male reader #x male reader #diabolik lovers x male reader #diabolik lovers #sakamaki brothers #male hybrid reader #diabolik lovers fluff

[sunflowersteves]

it’s okay, be shy || e.m.

request || i'd love to see a fluff drabble of eddie flirting with a gender neutral senior in high school who was often left out of things and just generally considering a ghost towards social life but eddie would probably coax them out and be so so nice and caring, just..... he seems like the protective bf especially towards social situations.

pairing || eddie munson x gn!reader

author’s note || ok so for some reason it wouldn’t show up in tags so i’ve decided to repost!! sorry guys :( 

warnings || shy!reader, social akwardness, protective!eddie, fluff

masterlist

“I’m sorry. What the shit did you just say, Mike?”

Eddie’s eyes narrowed at the kid, who was now realizing he had fucked up. His eyes were wide as he tried to backtrack—hands up in defense.

“Well, y-you know, because–”

He clicked his tongue, “because what, Wheeler?”

He looked at his lap, not daring to stare back into the eyes of the metalhead before him. Eddie’s eyes were blown wide, chest heaving up and down.

You were shy. Super, shy. You hid around in the shadows, hoping that no one would notice you. You were well-reserved and avoided crowds at all costs. Eddie Munson, on the other hand, was quite the opposite—running around the cafeteria as people glared at him and screaming his affirmations into the night sky. He was the opposite of shy.

Eddie was one of the only people that had gotten you out of your shell, so sometimes even attending a Hellfire club meeting took a lot out of you. Of course, Eddie was quite protective over you. If anyone picked on you, laughed at you, even looked in your direction, oh, they were so dead. Six feet under the ground, dead.

“You talk about them like that again, and I’ll shove my fist down your throat, you got it?” Mike nodded frantically, mumbling an apology.

“Don’t apologize to me! Apologize to them!” He pointed at you, who sat in the chair next to him, eyes wide at Eddie’s reaction to Mike making fun of you for not going to Eddie’s gigs.

“Eds, it’s okay. He was just joking.”

He just huffed. No one makes fun of his baby. Well, except him. Teasing you was a fun activity but only reserved for him.

“I’ll go, okay? I didn’t want to miss it, anyway.” Eddie inwardly cringed, a bubbling irritation at Mike for making you think that he was bummed you weren’t going to their gig on Saturday. Sure, he wanted you there every time, but he understood that it was nerve-wracking for you.

He never wanted to make you feel that way. Never.

He rubbed his hand back and forth on your thigh. He was leaning forward on his chair, hair falling against his face. “You don’t have to go, baby, I know there will be a lot of people.”

“But-”

He shook his head, pressing his lips against your temple. His honey brown eyes drew you in, staring so lovingly at you that it made your heart flutter. “I’m not bothered by it at all, okay? Your comfortableness is way more important than one gig, sweetheart.”

You pouted, looking down at your hands, “I want to support you, though.” He could tell that your timidness was making you frustrated. You wanted to be on the front row cheering him on as he shredded his guitar, not sitting at home while watching Back to the Future for the fortieth time.

He held your cheeks into his hands, forcing you to look at him. “Sweet baby, you’re my biggest supporter ever. I know you love me and how metal I am.” You giggled, a smile finally making its way to your face.

“There’s that adorable smile. You can come if you want, but I don’t want you to unless you’re absolutely sure.” He paused, smile widening. “Look, I’ll have Jonathan film everything, okay? That way, you can still see it.”

You nodded at the compromise as he swiftly pulled you into his lap. He started pressing sweet little kisses all over your face that made you both erupt with laughter.

Mike grimaced, “ew, you guys are gross.”

Dustin slapped his shoulder, “Hey, those are my parents you’re talking about.”

Lucas groaned, “that’s even worse!”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fluff #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #stranger things 4 #request

[unluckyhoneybee]

https://fuckamclaren.tumblr.com/post/683077514548166657/charles-via-instagram-story-1522

Could you please write where you are a single mum and your girl (2-3 yo) loves Charles so much? You work for Ferrari and you bring her to the factory one day because she is a bit ill. And you have to go to warm her food or something and she stays with Charles for a second and when you come back she is curled on his lap. Maybe she is scared of storms and there is one or something like that. Charles and you are into a situation, not dating yet but with so many feelings.

This is so cute. I was going to have dinner but the pic and the prompts appeared out of nowhere so...

Stepdad Charles under the cut

You carried your daughter in your arms around the factory, looking for Charles and Carlos so you could film a couple of things for youtube. She had the flu and was already feeling better, but she was still a bit weak for kindergarten. Your mum was busy so had to take her with you today.

"Hi guys, we have company today. Ellie wasn't feeling too well."

She was a shy girl, so currently her face was tucked in your neck and the drivers couldn't see her face.

"Oh, poor thing". Charles came a bit closer with a smile on his face and warm eyes. They had already met and Ellie was kind of smitten by him, even though she hid behind your leg the whole time. "Hi Ellie"

"Ellie, baby. Say hi. It's Charles. Do you remember him?" She nodded and turned her face. "Hi" You heard her whispering. Carlos came closer too, trying to get the kid to open up a bit. But it wasn't possible.

During the whole time you were filming, she sat on her baby cart. You could see how tired she was. She hasn't been sleeping well. Her nose was still red and she coughed from time to time, making both, Charles and you, look her way. It warmed your heart to see how much he cared.

This thing you had going on wasn't super serious. You both liked each other a lot, but you wanted to be careful with Ellie involved.

"Mumma?"

You turned around.

"Yes baby?"

"I'm hungry". She said in her baby language.

"Oh. Ok. I will go and get a snack for you, ok?"

She nodded as she rubbed her eyes. The room was pretty warm and she seemed comfortable, so you thought it would be better if she just stayed here.

"Charles? Do you mind if I leave her here with you for a sec?"

He looked a bit scared at first, but he collected himself and nodded.

"Of course. Don't worry. We will be okay, right Ellie?"

She hid under her blankie as Charles crunched down next to her.

"Thank you, Charles"

Once you got her snack ready, you went back. It had started raining and you knew she would be scared. When you got into the room, Carlos was gone and the baby cart empty.

Your heart started beating fast as you saw Charles sitting on a chair next to the window. Ellie was on his lap. The jacket Charles was wearing was over her shoulders, making her look so small. Charles had her arms around her and her head was on his chest. He was talking to her as he pointed outside.

"Those are lightning. It's like when mum turns the light on when she comes to your room. It's just light. Nothing more. Light is not scary, is it?" He said and looked at her.

Ellie looked up at him and said no with her head.

Thunder sounded in the sky, making her let a whimper and hide on Charles's chest.

You had the impulse to walk to them and take her in your arms, but stopped when you saw what Charles did next.

Gently, he kissed her head and put a hand on her hair. "It's okay, Ellie. I'm here with you and mum will be too very soon. Nothing will happen to you, okay? You are safe here. Thunders are loud, but they can't hurt you." He covered her a bit more with his jacket and she nudged her face into it.

You saw Ellie's tiny hand coming out and grabbing into Charles' bigger one. He kissed Ellie's little fingers and smile.

Only then, he noticed you. You were on the verge of tears. He was the one. Charles was the person you wanted in your daughter's life.

"Hey, YN. Are you OK?"

You nodded and walked to them, sitting in a chair next to them.

"She got a bit scared, so I pulled her out of the cart"

"It's okay, Charles. Thank you"

You leaned and kissed him softly.

Ellie moved on his lap, poking her head out. "Oh look. Like a little turtle!" Charles said with a huge smile, tickling her neck softly and making both of you laugh.

"Like a turtle". Ellie repeated.

You looked at Charles and he looked at you.

"I love you so much, Charles."

He was so surprised when you said those worlds. His only reaction was to pull you in for a kiss.

"I love you too, YN".

"I love you so much, Char" Ellie repeated in her own way reaching out to touch Charles's face.

You felt the tears in your eyes as Charles hugged her tight and kissed her forehead.

"I love you so much too, little Ellie":

#charles leclerc #blurb #f1 blurb #fluff #cl #dad!driver

[jerseydeviil]

Please tell me about your ball pythons

SURE THING!!! only three of them are actually mine, so i'll be posting those guys first. there's also a bullsnake (who is also not mine) but we'll get to that. i also only have (poor quality...) baby pictures currently OOPS bear with me. we've got... JASPER he's a normal ball python, and the first snake i ever got!! i got him in october of 2018, so he's a few years old by now!! he is the friendliest and most handleable out of everybody i've got. he's about... two or three feet long now i think?

DANDELION (or dandy for short) he is a banana pastel ball python, and he's a little feisty LMAO. he has bitten me and drawn blood before. i got him in june of 2020, so he's also a few years old!!

OPAL she is a pastave (pastel + mojave) ball python, and she is the newest addition to my personal collection! i got her in december of 2022, and she is INCREDIBLY shy, but handleable. she is also the best eater out of all of them.

NOW ONTO THE ONES WHO ARENT MINE!! SOBA this guy is my best friend oz's snake, and he's a banana fire morph. he is absolutely massive, and kinda sucks at eating, but he's getting there!! he's pretty friendly, if i'm honest. i like him :)

STRING CHEESE this guy is also oz's!! we aren't entirely sure what his genes are, apart from super stripe (and possibly woma? we've noticed he has a wobble/corkscrewing problems, but i don't think it's IBD, because he is a FANTASTIC eater for me, he's super active and healthy otherwise, and we've had him for a WHILE now.) he's an escape artist, and actually got out of his tank for like a day and hid inside of a heater on the wall. it was annoying.

FRIDA i do not have a picture of frida handy, but he's a normal bullsnake (also oz's) so honestly just google a pic LOL. he's a great eater, and in normal bullsnake fashion, he is feisty. hates being held LMAO. he's named frida after frida kahlo, because of the little unibrow marking :3 he is also super teeny tiny right now... super young guy.

#asks #acomedictradgedy #snakes #i love all of these motherfuckers so damn much. #if you have more questions about em feel free to rb with them #or send in another ask!!

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

The ghosts but they’re cats because it’s funny

I don’t know why I made this but it’s just a little idea I’ve had for a while and I think it’s amusing (basically Alison and Mike move in and there’s just. a hoarde of cats. Where did they come from?? Nobody knows. Alison can understand them though lmao)

I don’t know why all these cats are just. There. But I thought it’d be fun if it was vaguely linked to their deaths in canon so yeah, there’s that

Humphrey:

An orange tabby, probably

But like with white patches on his neck and belly and such (like that ruff thingy on his outfit??? Idk what you call it)

Wears a cone (Get it. Because headless??)

Ended up in Button house after an injury or smth

Julian:

A sphynx, probably

VERY annoying

He’s like one of those cats that’s mysteriously good at opening doors and whatnot but no one knows why

Used to be like an internet famous cat or whatever. Ended up in Button house after some sort of scandal (what kind of scandals cats can get caught up in, I don’t know, but it happened and he is NOT happy about it)

Mary:

Black cat (and hates it because superstitions)

Leaves little soot footprints everywhere

Alison hates it

Probably got chased into the house and hid there?? And then just never left

Like a bunch of horrible children (because unfortunately they exist) like grabbed her and then chased her there or whatever. She doesn’t like to talk about it

Kitty:

A calico!! I love them. Best kind of cat fr fr

Super fluffy

Probably wears one of those tiny bows around her neck (like Marie from Aristocats)

Probably like. Abandoned at Button house :(

Fanny:

White or light grey persian

Has one of those always-grumpy kind of faces lmao

Don’t know how she ended up there (maybe her family used to own the house but then they moved and just left her there?? Oof)

Wakes the whole house up yowling every morning lmao

Surprisingly photogenic??

Pat:

One of those really short and round cats lmao

He’s still got his scarf thing do not worry

Probably just a solid cream-furred cat idk man

I really don’t know why he’s there. No ideas for this guy (sorry lmao)

Robin:

Only very vaguely cat-shaped

How is he that fluffy

Somehow always has some twigs or smth stuck in his fur. Scruffy

Probably just a brown cat?? Idk

He’s been there for longer than anyone can remember and no one knows how he got there lmao

The Captain:

Just a grey cat I guess??

Kinda fluffy but not like. massively

He still has his moustache lmao

No one knows why he’s there (and he will never tell)

Thomas:

Brown tabby

One of those cats that’s just. really long

Really long tail as well

Very photogenic and knows it

Does that tiny little hop-thing that cats do when they trot around lmao

Jemima:

Lil grey tabby (She’s tiny!!)

Shy?

Plague ghosts:

Why are there so many cats in the basement

What are they doing down there

Where did they come from

A mix of various brown tabbies and a couple black cats

Don’t ask me why I made this I just thought it was funny lmao. Enjoy :)

[knoxvilleforever]

Dating Dave England Headcanons

i had a dream about dave last night and this is the result. requests are open!

gives off the sweetest energy

the type of guy to buy you little gifts because ‘it made me think of you’

makes you breakfast in bed

‘babe i made you a vomlette!’

‘i don’t know how you can gross me out but be so sweet at the same time.’

he’d even put a little flower on your tray

is quick to make you his as soon as he met you

dave doesn’t play games

would not shut up about you to the rest of the guys before you agreed to go out with him

‘did you see y/n today?’

‘y/n was telling me yesterday that…’

‘guys y/n would totally love this.’

it took all of them screaming at him at the same time for him to finally ask you out

he was super nervous

went kind of shy around you because he was convinced you’d say no

but the way your face lit up when he asked you meant he knew for sure he’d get a yes

‘i thought you’d never ask, dave.’

rambles when he’s nervous

‘oh thank god i thought i was totally gonna make you uncomfortable and- wait you’ve been waiting for me to ask?’

his obliviousness was so cute

loves to play pranks on you

his personal favorite is scaring you

will sneak up behind you because you’re so jumpy

definitely uses it as an excuse to hug you afterwards

after you’ve finished screaming his arms are already around your waist

apologises through his laughter

you try to get him back but he’s just not as jumpy as you are

one time you tried to sneak up on him but as you were about to grab him

he turned around and got you first

‘how the hell did you know i was there?!’

‘i always know when you’re around, babe.’

speaking of

lots and lots of ‘babe.��

‘babe?’ ‘hey babe!’ ‘you good babe?’

‘babe did you see this?’

he uses it so much it sounds weird when he calls you by your actual name

if you know it’s been a gross day on set

you’ll make him shower before he’s got one foot through the door

‘dave i love you so much but please go take a shower before you come near me.’

he’s a very cuddly man

find you two snuggled up on the couch after a long day

just being around you lifts his mood

so he wants to be near you as often as possible

invites you to travel with him when he’s filming

if you can’t go he takes a million photos and shows them all to you when he gets home

you could spend hours listening to the stories behind his photos

he takes sneaky photos of you

and he’ll look at them when he’s not with you

def has a pic of you in his wallet

gets lowkey mad if the guys mess around with his wallet because he doesn’t want to lose the photo or have it damaged

very whiny when he’s tired

will want you to stop anything you’re doing and lay with him

he likes to have his head on your chest

brings you to set for any stunts he’s nervous about

like the riot control test

poor baby was so stressed out

and you made it very clear to jeff that you didn’t like it

and dave didn’t either

spent the rest of the day near you

hid behind you when he watched the other guys do it

he likes to involve you in his interests

so when you told him you’d never been snowboarding he was so excited to take you

tries to impress you all the time

whether it be with stunts, skating or snowboarding

you once told him seeing him skate was really hot

so he’s making sure you watch him any chance he gets

let’s talk about darf

whilst an asshole to everyone else, darf is very much in love with you

get ready for very slurred i love you’s

‘god i just love you so much.’

‘you’re gonna get smoked at work tomorrow, babe.’

you only felt the true wrath of darf once

and dave was extremely sorry about it the next day

mr blue puppy dog eyes

from then on he’s careful not to be too much of a handful when you’re there to look after him

if you’re called by the guys to come and keep him under control

he’s just so happy you’re there

‘y/n? that’s my girlfriend! hey my girlfriend’s here!’

but there’s been many times you’ve ended up with darf being delivered to your doorstep by a pissed off member of the jackass crew

‘that bad, huh?’

‘oh yeah. but he’s spent the past fifteen minutes telling me how much he missed you, so i think you’re gonna be fine.’

you’re always there with a hangover cure the next day

and if he thinks he’s been a handful he’ll make it up to you in one way or another

dave would give the world to you

#dave england headcanon #dave england #dave england x reader #dave england headcanons #jackass headcanons #jackass #jackass headcanon #knoxvilleforeverwriting #jackass fic #jackass x reader #dating dave england

[mikadragon]

FNAF SB TICKLE FIC

It was a normal day a the mega pizzaplex, Freddy and the gang were playing and putting on a show for everyone, everyone was cheering and clapping. you had just turned 6 and your mom was taking you to the super star daycare, you were a little nervous and shy around others. You had said good bye to your mom and she waved back, you went down the slide and landed in a ball pit you walk about 4 feet before you heard someone say "HO HO HO" you didn't know what to do so you tried to make a run for it. Sun saw you and shoot up holding you by your sides, then you made a small squeak you tried to cover your mouth.

Sun stopped and ask what was wrong " Hi what's your name i'm sun you can call me whatever you wa- oh my stars did i hurt you i'm so so sorry here let m- " you giggled a little at his reaction then you said " don't worry sun i'm um f-fine it j-just tingled a bit...." "oh thank goodness, what's do you mean?"

then sun got the message " ohhhh your ticklish!" you got a little embarrassed at that and you wanted to hide the other children didn't hear what sun had said you sighed in relief that the other's didn't hear him.

Sun decided to play a game of hide and seek so he told all of the children to gather around " oh children its time to play a game i decided to play a game of hide and seek, I will be the seeker you guys hide i'll count to 30!!" all of the children started to giggle and ran in different directions you went into a play structure and hid at the top you were there for about 7 minutes.

you got bored so you decided to peek out you saw one of the children giggling and pointing behind you, you didn't know what she was trying to say, but then you knew what she was saying.

you slowly turned your head and then you saw sun squatting down behind you, you jumped " found you stardust " you didn't know what to do so you asked him " excuse me mister sun now what do we do?"

" oh yeah i tickle you now! " you blushed a bit to the mention of tickle " w-wait so your gonna t-tickle me?" sun smiled at you and said " of course silly what did you think happened after i catch you?" he was about to start be stopped and asked " your ok with this right?" shyly you nodded. he decided to tease you a bit " hmmm where to start oh maybe right here on this cute little neck of yours!!" he started to tickle your neck.

you started to giggle but quickly cover your mouth. sun moved to your underarms you giggle more. " ohh very ticklish.....but your only trapping my fingers there silly!" hehehehehehehe i hehehe can't hehe left them ehehehe!" sun started to wiggle his fingers underneath you just had to laugh. HAhahahaah sahahahahahn SHAHAHAHP IT haha sahhahahahan!" " i can't get them out oh well" you lifted your arms up " ghahahaaht thm oahahuhahat nohohohow plehehehes!" sun got his fingers out and tickled your stomach " awww so cute!"

sun tickled you for 4 more minutes then stopped. he picked you up and took you down he gave you a snack and a drink you were automatically invited in the group the rest of the day you had fun!

#fnaf security breach tickling

[dotster001]

hi! i hope you doing great! <3

can I have type one obey me matchup please? (the only character a wouldn’t like to be matched with is asmo but don’t get me wrong i love him my whole heart!!! just don’t feel like it) i’m a girl, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i deeply care about my friends, and i’m super affectionate with people who i love. also, my love language is physical touch!!! i’m also very sensitive and emotional person, but i’m fully open with my feelings only with close people in my life. my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes, i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine, but i also love to dress cozy! i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies and all the bunny-themed items! i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc. my ideal partner is someone tall and protective, who would take care of me and be attentive to me and my feelings! and also someone who would cuddle me a lot <3

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language. i hope you have a nice day <3

Event Closed

(Hope you enjoy this! You seem like a cute squishy gal, so I paired you with a cute squishy boy 🥺)

I match you with Beelzebub.

Baby, a tall and protective guy who takes care of you and your feelings? You're practically begging me to match you with Beel! This sweet himbo, who can do no wrong (he def can, but we won't talk about it) who just wants his family to always be safe by his side, he's gonna be your warm huggable guy. You'll have more issue getting him to let go than anything else.

He already kind of sees you as cute and small, but when he finds out how much you like bunnies, he can't help but see you as one. He buys you bunny plushies, and calls you his little bunny. He's weak for you!

He's lived in a house with Asmo his whole life, so if you want to practice a makeup look on him, he'll happily help! He'll sit still as stone, and will do his best not to smirk when the brush tickles his nose. Although, it might be fun to try it and see how long until he lets out that big laugh of his.

I hc the demon's know every language. It's just an ability of theirs. But the fact that you have to work on it, and you enjoy doing it, is so impressive to Beel! He wants to help you if he can, but he also just likes the idea of conversing with you in multiple languages. Careful, if you get him too excited, he'll start teaching you demonic, which won't be easy to explain at parties…but might be nice for the two of you.

He is a physically affectionate guy as well. Especially at night. He finds out, even before you are together, that cuddling with you staves off his nightmares. During the day, he's hugging you, kissing you, keeping an arm around your shoulders. At night he's clinging to you like a koala. So any affection you want to throw his way will always be welcome.

You're directing a music video, with Beel as the lead singer, and Belphie and Mams as his back up singers.

Belphie and Mams, as always, eventually started to get restless while you positioned the camera perfectly. But luckily for you…

"Guy's, she's almost done, just sit still for a couple more seconds. I'll pay both your tickets at the buffet if you behave."

"Thank you Beel, at least someone appreciates my art," you said with a giggle.

"No problem, my little bunny."

You hid behind the camera to hide your lovesick smile as Mammon gagged.

"Okay, camera is set, I just need to do a quick touch up on Beel's makeup. Nobody move!"

You proceeded to brush the tip of Beel's nose, before standing on your tip toes and kissing it. This caused Beel to blush, and Mammon to gag again, as Belphie snickered.

"You missed," Beel pouted, pointing at his sad lips.

"No, I don't think I-"

But you were swept off your feet by your strong boyfriend, who was peppering kisses all over your face in a sweet form of vengeance. If he was a puppy, his tail would be wagging like crazy

"We're never gonna finish this vid," Mammon groaned.

"The fact that you didn't know that before now just proves you're an idiot," Belphie laughed, happy to see his twin so happy.

#1.5k followers #matchups #obey me #om! beelzebub #om! beel

[silvermistcosmos]

hiii! I’m back for the ship game :’) can I have one romantically w enhypen?

I’m 19 years old and I have shoulder length black hair, glasses, brown eyes and I’m around 153 cm.(Niki share some of those growth gummies pls 😫✋) my pronouns are she/her! im an infp and pretty shy and introverted irl but I love the presence of other people- like sitting with or facetiming ur friend while you both do your own work. I also enjoy spontaneous day trips and going out to eat. I’m currently studying to become a child psychologist and I absolutely love working with children and playing with them! They’re just the cutest ever 💗💗 def wanna work at a daycare someday 😌 as for love languages I love giving others handmade gifts (I love to crochet!) and receiving physical touch & quality time :) I usually comfort others when they’re upset by trying to make them laugh or smile. The jokes are fails half the time but I try :”) and this game is so cute, ty for doing it!!! -siri 💕💕

HIII, Siri, thanks for participating and sorry this took FOREVER to do! The amount I write has gone 📉 !! but hey, I’m doing it now! I hope you like it! 💕💕

I ship you with...Sunoo

ok ok, hear me out, doesn't this description just make you think of someone Sunoo would date? like seriously, you seem so caring and sweet and cute and just skjdka Sunoo’s type! also ngl, he’d love your height even though he sometimes teased you about it, he does it out of love =) 

pairing - siri x sunoo

genre - fluff

wordcount - 710

warning(s) - n/a

a/n - if you would like to be shipped as well, check out my enhypen & bts ship game

"Alright, guys! Are you ready?" When you heard a series of 'yes' and the kids getting in formation, you smiled and pressed play.

As you and the kids danced with giggles and laughter, you saw from the mirror, your boyfriend walking in through the door, holding a banquet of flowers.

Before you even said anything, one of the little girls with brown hair stopped and pointed straight at Sunoo, "That's for Miss Siri, right?" She held a mischievous smile on her face, "She told us all about you. How she's sooo in looov-"

you jumped towards her, pressing your finger to her lips with a nervous giggle, "haha that's enough for today. Miss eunjoo will take over for me now."

Sunoo smiled, "aw, but I wanted to hear more about what you've told them about me. I bet you told them how in love with me you are." He teased, making everyone laugh except for you. You hid your face in your hands slapping his shoulder softly.

"You're so mean..." You whined

"I'm only joking, but I wanted to ask the kiddos if I could steal you away for a while. I wanna take you out for dinner."

Before you could answer, another young boy popped in, "Sure, as long as y'all don't get lovey dovey here." He laughed.

You both shook your heads, “then we'll be on our way out!" As you walked out the door, you heard them in unison, "Sunoo and Siri sitting on a tree K.I.S.S.I.N.G. !"

"The kids you babysit are the darn cutest kids I've ever seen." He commented, handing you the flowers.

"They are adorable. I love taking care of them, but they can be little stinkers." You laughed, taking the flowers and getting in his car, "So, where are we going?"

"Just someplace.."

~~~~

"JUST SOMEPLACE?!" You gawked at the huge building in front of you with wide eyes, "No way..."

You started to walk away before he pulled you back and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "Yeah, just someplace." He said nonchalantly, opening the door to the restaurant.

You cringed into his side, "Sunoo, this is the type of place where people wear red dresses and suits and like super expensive jewelry. I'm literally in an old T-shirt I use to wear when I'm cleaning the bathroom and ripped jeans. I dont feel like I'm dressed suited to the occasion." You whisper-yelled, but he only shrugged, looking back down at you, "Love, you look gorgeous. Don't worry about it."

As you opened your mouth up to speak, a lady at the front spoke to Sunoo about reservations and sorts before leading you to your table, "Enjoy your night." She bowed with a smile, leaving.

"This place is so nice." You began, taking a look around, "when did you make reservations? It must have taken forever."

"Mmm, I made it a couple months ago. I wanted to do something special together since we've...or particularly I have been so busy with work that we haven't been able to actually sit down for a nice dinner and enjoy each others company in a long time." He took your hand in his and grabbed the menu with his other hand, "Take a look at the menu and pick what you like."

You ‘awwed’ before leaning over and placing a quick kiss to his cheek, “I really appreciate this, thank you.” You squeezed his hand and looked back at your menu. 

“Ahem, after this...do you want to teach me that dance you taught this kids?” 

You giggled, raising a brow, “You want to learn it?” 

“Yeah...it looked cute.” He shyly scratched the nape of his neck. 

You eyed him, “You just want to tease me, right?” 

“No no, of course not! I just want my girlfriend to teach me a dance. Is that so wrong?” 

“Okay okay, after dinner, let’s go to the dorm and I’ll teach you!” 

“In front of the others?” He widened his eyes, taking a sip of his water that the waiter had brought them earlier. 

“What? You embarrassed?” You snickered.

“Wh-what? No.” 

“Okay it’s settled then.”

~~~

After dancing in FRONT of the boys, DO expect lots of cuddles and kisses from Sunoo cause the boy is embarrassed!! But it’s okay, you make sure to make it up to him by cuddling with him all night...and maybe all of the next day. 

#enhypen masterlist #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #enha imagines #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #sunoo scenario #sunoo fluff #enhypen ask game #enhypen x you #enhypen x siri #sunoo x siri #sunoo x you #enhypen blurbs #enhypen drabbles #siri asks #my stars #sierra answers

[abutterflyobsession]

visited my friends’ cats when I went to pick up the paintings. The kitties haven’t seen me since before the pandemic but they still came right on up to demand love. I obliged, of course :)

#a butterfly obsesses #only one little guy hid but he's super shy #he went behind the piano and peeked out at me like 'do I know you from somewhere???' #sadly the oldest cat 's health is starting to decline :( #he always used to meow at me more than other people for some reason #we called it his 'singing' #but today while he came up for pets he didn't make a single sound #he might not be there the next time I visit I'm glad I got to see him today

[thebadboyfanclub]

You Are My Light (Rio x Reader)

Hey, so I'm super excited for this cause I haven't written for Rio in so long. Enjoy!

Rio was a tough cookie, a man of crime which only meant he was surrounded but those types of people. When he had met Beth back in the day he was intrigued because her life was so different from his, so... Colorless and grim, a life of routines and packed sandwiches. For a while it was fun to shake up her life, until she became like all the others in his cycle, greedy for power and sneaky, now she was "his girl" which meant she was his fall person, gave her the keys and put her name so if anything goes wrong she can be the one to take the blow.

"Alright little man today is mother's day, you gotta pick the best flowers for mama"

Rio said to his son as they stood in the flower shop, Marcus was going all around the shop, dragging the man that worked there with him so he can point out which flowers he wanted.

"Your son has a great eye for arranging a bouquet"

"He's a momma's boy that's why"

At that the phone rang. The man went to pick it up and it seemed to be important, he covered the phone and yelled a name, then she came out. A girl with hair falling on her face and wearing an apron

"Yes"

"Can you fix the bouquet for the gentleman? I need to take this"

"Umm o-ok"

Rio was interested as soon as he saw her, her soft spoken voice was barely above a whisper as she approached the counter top and clearly tried to avoid eye contact. Her hands were not that steady but she seemed to know what she was doing, rio thought that she was acting like this because she wasn't comfortable doing it in front of a crowd. As she was finishing up she finally looked up to him but only for a quick second as she bit the inside of her cheek to look back down.

"It's ummm 30$ s-sir"

Rio smiled at her shy demeanor it felt like a century had passed from the last time he had met somebody so timid, it was mesmerizing to him. He gave her the money and then passed the bouquet to Marcus who seemed super excited for this purchase and the creation he had made

"Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?"

"(Y-y/n)... Sir"

"Call me Rio, I'll see you around sweetheart"

-

After that Rio came to the flower shop every day to buy a single white Rose and every day (y/n) found one waiting on her cars windshield with a note that always said "you looked beautiful today. To say she was flattered was an understatement, one side of hers was thrilled that such a handsome man was showing interest in her, the other was surprised that a man as confident and as determined as he was had decided to take the time and pursue her in such romantic way. After two weeks of roses he had waited to give her the rose in person along with the proposal of a date.

That's when he found out she wasn't comfortable with anyone in general, it wasn't about his presence that made her shy, she was like that with everyone. After a while he felt the need to be the one to take care of her, protect her in any way, even if that was making an order for her at the restaurant while she scooted closer to him and held the him of his shirt to feel secure.

"I'm going to the bathroom"

"Ok mama"

Rio said as (y/n) left him at the bar, it was Rios birthday so they had gone to a bar to celebrate. She finally had a reason to wear the midi white satin dress Rio had bought her, she had to admit it looked beautiful and she slowly came to the realization that Rio had connected her with the color white. As she reached out her arm to open the bathroom door a man grabbed her arm to stop her

"Hello gorgeous"

She felt like somebody threw cold water at her, she froze on her spot while the man smiled at her in a way she could tell was not just friendly. (Y/n) immediately looked down as she took a step back to get some distance from the man.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry I just wanted to know who you are"

"I-i"

"She is taken"

Her head shot at the direction her boyfriends voice came. She didn't even realize that she was walking to him and then proceeded to stand behind him, hiding away from the man that had scared her. She grabbed his shirt and leaned in to him as she tried to stop her legs from shaking.

"I didn't know she was mute"

"She is not, she just talks to people that respect her personal space"

Rio thankfully had seen the scene go down and in a blink of an eye and out of pure instinct he had shot out of his chair and basically ran to (y/n). The man wasn't already laying at the ground for disrespecting her because he knew how upset (y/n) would get. She hated any type of fighting and even after dating for so long (y/n) didn't really know what Rio's occupation was, he didn't want her to be scared of him.

"I don't want no trouble man"

"Yet you tried to put your hands on a woman, see where I'm from that means you are asking for trouble"

Rio stood proudly in front of his woman as he could feel (y/n)s shaky breath on his neck. The man looked uncomfortable and a little bit scared, just how she felt before Rio stepped in. All Rio could think about was how this scene might have played if he wasn't there and that angered him even more. He might be a man of the night and balls deep into illegal things but he respected two rules "you don't touch women and you don't touch children" unless you trynna see God.

"(Y/n) go back to our spot please"

"I-"

"(Y/n)!.... I'm sorry, go and wait for me ok baby?"

He didn't mean to yell at her, he just wanted to shield her from seeing his ugly side. So he turned around and placed and gentle kiss on the top of her head before (y/n) walked away, as soon as her back was turned and she had made a few steps he pulled the guy into the man's bathroom and slammed his back against the wall.

"What's your name?"

"Jason Adams"

"Now you listen here, by an hour I will know every detail about you. If I find out you ain't keeping your hands to yourself again... You won't even hear the knock on the door. Got it?"

"Ok"

At that Rio let him go, the guy let out a huff and turned to the sink to splash some water on his face. As Rio turned to leave, (y/n) came to his mind, how scared she was and the sound of her breath as she hid behind him.

"On another thought"

Rio said and grabbed the guys head, with one swift powerful movement his forehead got smashed to the sink, the sound was deafening and after that the guy was unconscious, Rio knew he wasn't dead so he just fixed his collared shirt and walked out of the bathroom.

(Y/n) was sitting down looking at something on her phone, Rio knew she would pull out her phone went she was alone as a defense machenism to hide from the world. As he approached he gave her a big hug that she very much needed. She felt her muscles relax as she took in his cologne, she closed her eyes to fully let go of her worries and feel safe once again as her man was here. She looked up and smiled at him, feeling the warm sensation of serenity taking over her.

"Thank you"

"Don't ever thank me for protecting you, I am here for that"

She smiled even brighter as Rio leaned in to give her a gentle, intimate kiss on her painted lips. She was his source of purity in this love, this warm light that showed him what it feels like to surrender to love, to fully know that the person next you could never harm you or anyone else.

"You are my light"

#rio one shot #rio x reader #rio headcanon #rio imagine #rio x y/n #rio x you #nbc rio good girls #rio good girls imagine #rio good girls #good girls rio x reader #nbc good girls #good girls imagine #manny montana fic #manny montana one shot #manny montana x y/n #manny montana x reader #manny montana imagine #good girls x reader #good girls nbc #good girls rio #manny montana

[thenotsohottopic]

howdy! was wondering if you could do headcanons on being cc!ranboos little sister or sibling? have a lovely day

littleboo headcanons

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- you could probably already see this coming, but you automatically have tall genes

- depending on how it goes, you've probably been on his stream before

- you both were wearing the half black half white masks, it's just that which side each color was on was switched

- either that or you had a green and red mask

- no in-between

- he probably talks to you about a lot of things, especially things he enjoys

- like a certain video game, he'll tell you the things he did and didn't enjoy about it

- obviously, he convinced you to play some of them

- then proceeded to have you tell him the stuff you liked and disliked

- he made a special minecraft world for you two

- also had a custom made skin for you that was like his (of you wanted to, ofc)

- you were the first person to get his merch

- you got it early and made chat jealous <3

- though, you're still forced to listen to his horrible, horrible puns

- it's sad

- but he knows it annoys you, so he enjoys it

- if you were to ever get nervous or if you have issues with anything, he would try to find different ways to help you and everything

- I can garentee he's pulled all nighters doing an excessive amount of research because he cares

- if you had dyslexia, he's probably asked Tubbo all about it I hopes of finding ways to help you are make it easier

- he cares a lot

- also makes sure you take proper care of yourself!!

- constant mental health check ups

- but other than that you guys are amazing:D

- you two are really confusing when you're together because it's full of random nonsense and self-deprecating jokes

- so when everyone else met you, the two of you constantly mentioned inside jokes that they didn't understand

- one time you said Ranboo looked like Steve Harrington and everyone was wheezing

- because the only way he does is because of his hair

- but that annoys HIM so you're constantly saying it

- you and Tubbo talked a few times, having the two spend a lot of time together

- but he was hurt after you said Benson was better than he was

- and when he found out you were taller than him

- it was friendly though, so you two are that "friend but it's constant bullying" type thing

- n e wayz

- you probably know all sorts of embarrassing stories about him, so you tend to use those against him

- blackmail <3

- but one time you got super close to mentioning his real name

- like overly close

- but then you said the nickname you have for him to cover it up and chat went ballistic over the nickname

- but you did tell them they couldn't use it because it was a siblings type thing in which chat immediately understood

- you probably became friend with with Tommy, so you two are just straight up scary

- everyone loves you though!

- you're either known as littleboo if you use Neoprounouns, they/them, or are genderfluid, sisterboo if you use she/her, and brotherboo if you use he/him :)

- Wilbur mentioned how he loved your chaotic energy but he also found it sweet when you would get defensive about those you care about

- this one time on Twitter, when someone was hating on your brother you created a Twitter account just to bully them

- everyone loved it because you created an account (that your brother had no idea was being created until he saw what you did) just to go off in that person

- though I'd have to say Niki would be your favorite

- either her or Minx

- you and Niki get along so well, it's amazing

- this one time she mentioned how she wanted to meet you because she just adored you

- so you can bet that you went with Ranboo when he went to the UK, but you had to stay with him

- you while he and Tubbo were doing things, you just kinda hid away somewhere and talked with Niki!

- legit, Ranboo came to check up on you and he walked in on your call with her

- he then walked back out and left you be

- you probably chilled with Lani a few times, having you two somehow got along very well

- though you were shy to meet her because I automatically headcanon that you struggle with talking to people close to your age

- you can't talk to them if they are older than you or younger!

- but not if they are relatively close in age

- however, Ranboo and Tubbo both offered to let you join them on a lot of things, some of which you accepted and others you didn't

- but overall you still have a fantastic time!! you're just excited for when you can meet Niki :D

- no but seriously-

- everyone else in the mcyt is lowkey jealous of you and Niki

- especially you because Niki is absolutely amazing and here she is practically adopting you

#mcyt imagine #dsmp imagine #mcyt reader insert #ranboo x reader #tubbo x reader #x reader #reader insert #bench trio x reader #tommy x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp imagines #niki x reader #nihachu x reader #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader

[hyunjilicious]

movie night [bucky barnes]

Summary: you and Bucky are left alone for a few minutes while Sam and Steve go to the store to buy drinks. Of course you can't keep your hands off each other. 1.2k

Warnings: y/n is very clingy and needy but Bucky is super soft and sweet, touching, groping, grinding, explicit language, cockwarming. 18+ PLEASE

A/n: I wrote this in 10 minutes and didn't edit so pls don't @me 🥺

-

It would be rude to say just how happy you were Sam and Steve left to grab some more drinks. You had been waiting for this moment for the last 30 minutes, and now they were finally gone, but your time alone was limited; so after locking the door behind them, you eagerly tip-toed your way back into the living room.

The lights were off, the movie paused, and Bucky was sitting on the couch, his elbows on top of his knees, as he lazily scrolled through his phone.

Perfect, you thought.

He didn't seem to hear you approach, but that didn't stop you. Without even bothering to push his phone out of the way, you simply plopped in his lap, eliciting a soft huff from his part.

"What are you doing?" he laughed, wrapping his arms around your frame, not at all bothered by your sudden interruption.

"Nothing" you giggled. Making yourself more comfortable in his embrace, you allowed your head to fall back against his shoulder.

"I didn't give you attention for an hour and you got bored, didn't you?" Bucky teased.

His smile was audible in his tone, purely showing you just how much he loved having you cling to him like that. His hands traveled up and down your sides as you struggled to cuddle deeper into his hold, but your back was pressed flush to his chest, and there simply was no way for you to get any closer.

"Hold me" you whined.

"I am!"

"Hold me tighter"

"What's gotten into you?" Bucky questioned.

You weren't about to answer that, and frankly, he didn't expect you to, either. He was enjoying this as much as you were. The smell of your shampoo tickled his nose as he kissed along your neck, his breath hot and damp against your skin. Marks would soon appear, judging by the way his teeth kept teasing your flesh. But the sensual bites he provided were not enough, you wanted more.

"Baby-" you cried, cupping his cheek into your palm as you squirmed around in his lap.

"What's wrong, kitten? Tell me, I'll make it so much better for you, let me fix it. What's gotten you upset?"

"I'm not upset..."

"Then?" he pushed, lifting your chin with his fingers. He couldn't really see you, the lights were too dim, but he was so close to you. All up in your personal space - or you were in his? It didn't really matter. "Tell me, baby. Whatever it is, I wanna make it better"

"I don't know what it is..." you whined further and hid your face in the crook of his neck. This made him laugh, his chest shaking under your weight.

"But if you knew, you'd tell me, right?" he asked, kissing your shoulder.

"Yeah"

"Promise?"

"Mhm"

"Well, then" Bucky sighed, "Until you can figure out what's been bothering you, why don't I focus on treating my baby right for a second?"

His words forced a smile to part your lips, but you kept quiet. He knew you well enough, not needing any kind of confirmation from you. 

When his hands found your hips, a thought that maybe this wasn't the best idea crossed your mind. But it soon got obliterated by the feeling of Bucky's wondering fingers exploring your body. He didn't shy away from groping absolutely every single curve of your frame, not even stopping when his hands ended up between your legs.

"Don't get wet on me, right now, ok?" Bucky commanded, patting your clothed pussy, "The boys will be back any second"

"Fuck them" you laughed, clenching your thighs around his hand.

"Be nice" 

The fact that his voice sounded as if he was scolding you, made you even needier. The heat inside your chest burned hotter, and you just refused to control yourself any longer.

"Kiss me" you pouted, leaning a bit to the side so you could face him.

"Aw, baby, come here" Bucky urged you, helping you settle so that you wouldn't put too big of a strain on your neck. His intentions were good but the position was fucked. None of you cared though.

His lips found yours in the darkness, not even missing by an inch. He tasted like beer, but he was warm and tender. A little moan and soft bite later, he dropped the nice boy act and pushed his tongue inside your mouth. You went limp inside his hold, bringing your legs together as your hips grinded down on his crotch.

Judging by the pained grunt that escaped his throat you realised just good that felt for him. So you picked up your pace - moving your hips in a circular motion, putting that perfect amount of strain on his hardening cock.

If doing so provided you with pleasure too, when his hands pushed their way up your tummy and under your shirt, you almost felt your breath being cut short. But you didn't break the kiss, it just became sloppier and way less calculated than before.

Bucky's hands cupped your breasts, his fingers toying with your overly sensitive nipples. He started with gentle tugs and experienced caresses, but soon enough he was grabbing you without control, your body registering the pain as pleasure.

You were both a mess, moaning and grinding, your breathing irregular as neither one of you wanted to be the first to break the moment. But thankfully, or not, you had Steve and Sam for that, as the sound of the door bell almost had your heart stop.

"Shit!" Bucky cursed, breaking the kiss. He spoke against your lips, panting and seemingly unwilling to do much about his friends that were waiting on the hallway.

"I'll get it" you whispered, pecking his cheek before jumping to your feet.

He didn't protest, but instead stormed past you and towards the bedroom as you opened the door for the boys.

They barged in, already a bit tipsy, more than ready to get back to the movie. The three of you sat down on the couch, gossiping about the actors on screen, until Bucky returned. You had absolutely no idea what he did, but you weren't about to ask now. 

"Here's your beer, man" Sam announced, handing Bucky a freshly opened bottle.

"Thanks!" your boyfriend said as he plopped down by your side. 

About a minute later, you barely got a chance to cuddle back into his side and the movie was already on.

Frankly, you had a hard time paying attention to what was happening on the screen, but you still did you best, until the feeling of Bucky wrapping you in a blanket drew your attention. Unaware of how unusual that was, and completely oblivious to Bucky's intentions, you spoke up. "You guys want to get under the blanket?"

Steve didn't even bother to answer, but Sam looked completely offended. "Y/n, it's the middle of July"

"Oh" you laughed, "So no?"

"No!"

Still clueless, you shuffled closer to Bucky and turned to look at the screen, until you felt his hand slip under the waistband of your leggings. "Keep quiet, ok?" he whispered in your ear, only moving further after you sent him a shy, approving nod.

With ease, he brought you closer against his chest, pushed your pants and underwear down, and slid his rock hard cock inside your pussy. You covered your whimper with a cough, your eyes watering from the sudden sensation of being filled to the brim.

"How long till the end of this movie?" you barely managed to ask.

"They haven't even assembled yet" Sam laughed, "So maybe two hours?"

Great.

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