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daydreamingwithcomfortcharacters · 2 years

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Someone to Stay

Barbara Gordon x gender neutral reader

Summary: After a long day, Reader sleepily crawls into bed with Barbara, who is absorbed in a book. Reader lays their head on Barbara’s shoulder, and occasionally reads a page of Barbara’s book while lapsing into a deep sleep. Once Barbara finds out Reader is asleep, they gently lay Reader down, cover them, and turn out the light. (Summary Credit to a prompt generator). Word count: 4505 Warnings: none. That I know of. 3/5/2022 - 3/9/2022 I’m very slow on writing😅 A/N: This is my first fic to post on tumblr and I hope you guys like it! I’ve had Barbara on the brain for ages and wanted to write about her💞(also I was not expecting it to be this long I just had a lot of fun writing this and it just kept getting longer…and longer. At this point it’s nothing like it’s summary but I’m to lazy to change it) I’m actually a bit nervous posting this because it’s taken me so long I don’t think I’ll think it’s ever good enough to post. But there’s only one way to find out ☺️

Sorry for any grammatical or writing errors or anything I’ve missed!

I don’t know why but this song also just reminds me of her so yeah! it has nothing really to do with the story itself but I like it. 🥰

Everything Hurts. Every muscle bruise and tender complaining with each movement you make to surrender to the exhaustion in some empty alleyway. Though the idea is tempting you would rather not get the lecture from sleeping in strange places… again.

Ignoring the cries and pleas from your body you pull yourself up from the fire escape ladder onto the hard metal balcony the coldness of it made you shiver even in your suit. You roll onto your back with a light groan, your back rejoices at the small comfort. You stare up at the unlit atmosphere letting what occurred tonight sink in. Your heart was still banging in your chest like your soul was crawling with every tooth and nail to get out it was all too much closing your eyes you repeat to yourself what you tell yourself after every night.

You're alive. You made it another day.

As a kid you used to look to the stars for guidance it was said that the one that shine the brightest was your guardian Angel, sometimes the child in you still likes to check the sky even though you know there was no guardian Angel up there, when opening your eyes again you found nothing but the blanket of smog that covers the night sky. “That's Gotham for ya” you mumble to yourself before carefully getting up. Looking around your surroundings you notice you've been here before. You realise this was your girlfriend’s apartment. You aren’t entirely sure how you got to this district of Gotham your body must have known this is where you needed to be. Before you open the window you decide to give her a little text as a heads up.

DumpsterRacoon: Guess who beautiful

A short moment passes before you get a reply.

LittleMissKnowItAll: hmm I don’t know, Can you give me a hint? :)

DumpsterRacoon: Luke.

LittleMissKnowItAll: Luke Who? Fox?

DumpsterRacoon: Maybe… Why don’t you LUKE through you’re window and find out ;)

You look up from your phone at the sound of the window opening revealing the woman you’ve fallen head over heels for, trying and failing to repress her smile.“You’re a Dork you know that right?” “Of course would you love me any other way?” You smile ducking your head through the window your face just above hers the thought to kiss her felt overpowering. She pretends to think for a moment placing a hand on her chin. “Hm maybe if you were a few feet taller…” You let out a surprised laugh at her teasing putting a hand to your chest to make as if you were overly hurt. “Agh! You wound me to the quick Oracle! Why Thy-“ before you can let your dramatics run wild Barbara pulls you down into a sweet kiss wrapping her arms around your neck in a tight lock, it had only been 12 hours at most but the longing for each other was at full force, you felt you could drown in the kiss and never resurface. Completely contempt in her embrace, her lips were a softness you’ve never felt a heaven on earth, you were greedy for her touch and you knew Barbara felt the same, she takes you by surprise with a quick nip of your bottom lip, you couldn’t stop the whimper that escape your lips it had sent you over the edge and your hands come up to cup her face kissing her with such a heated passion you felt you had burst into flames. The kisses were hungry never seeming to get enough of each other your breathing had mingles into one with your gloves hands gently gripping her hair to keep you grounded, you felt she had tied it in a loose bun. Smiling in between kisses you pull her hair undone with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You heard her groan in protest but made no move to pull away, in fact pulling you closer by hooking her fingers into your utility belt. You rest your hands on each side of her chair to not embarrassingly fall into her lap as she pulls you inside her apartment.

Reluctantly Barbara pulls away for air, you had to stop yourself From chasing her lips. You look back at her in a breathless state, her eyes blown out with desire causing your breath to hitch.

Holy drop-dead gorgeous Batman! how did I get so lucky?

You lean forward unable to stop yourself now, touching foreheads. “Hi” Barbara whispers with a sweet fondness preserved only for you. “Hello” you reply equally breathless, Barbara brings her hands up to your face you wince at the touch instinctively moving back slightly. Barbara's smile drops instantly at the reaction concern written all over her face she reaches for your cowl before you could stop her and reassure her she’s pulled off your mask revealing you’re brutally bruised face as well as a small yet deep cut on your cheek most liking to scar.

“Oh my god, you’re face!” She gasps horrified you chuckle under your breath at the reaction.“Hey, I’m no prize Horse or anything but I still have my charm”

She only gave you an unimpressed look for your attempt at humour, turning to a pained expression as she brings her hands up to cup your face again, this time a lot more gentle as if holding a wounded bird in her hands. You let out an exhausted sigh melting into her soft touch you sit there for a moment with your eyes closed just enjoying the comfort that is Barbara Gordon.

You always felt safe with her, she felt like home. Frankly, you have never related more to the phrase there’s no place like home until you met Babs.

Opening your eyes you catch Barbara examining your face for any more injuries her brows knitted together more unease each time she noticed something new. You offer her a soft smile before turning your face to give her palm a gentle kiss.

“I’m fine Babs just some battle scratches, nothing overly serious” you reassure bringing your hand up to soothe the crinkles between her brows, Barbara still didn’t look convinced.

“At least let me give you a once over?” She asks and how could you ever refuse her?

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were using this as an excuse to undress me” you flirt mindlessly running your fingers through her hair. Barbara scoffs at the accusation a small smile returning to her face. “Good thing you know better, come on”

Rolling backwards Barbara gives you the space to step into her apartment, you groan standing up fully, stretching your back and outstretching your arms into the air like a cat that had just woken up from its afternoon nap. Speaking of cats you notice one sleeping soundly on Barbara’s books-filled bed.

“Evening Miss.Bojangles” you greet the small grey and white kitten. Bo for short purrs at your touch surprisingly sweet, usually she wasn’t your biggest fan she was normally jealous of you by the fact you take the attention away of her beloved owner. You were lucky she was too tired to care for your presence and return to her nap.

“Alright, Strip” Barbara calls out having left the room and quickly returns with a med kit in her lap. your smile widens at the order, you give her your best flirtatious wink.

“Well, if you insist” your act is quickly broken in your attempt to pull your gear off your shoulders with pain overbearing, you cry out at the unexpected pain gritting your teeth harshly. Barbara is immediately at your side grabbing your hand both as comfort and guidance, she helps you sit in the kitchen, you groan once more falling back into the seat, the wooden chairs doing nothing to ease your back. “I’m too old for this” you grumble through the pain, rubbing the back of your neck to ease some sort of pain, though that statement wasn’t necessarily true you felt the life of a vigilante was starting to weigh on you more mentally than it use to.

“Oh hush you” Barbara scolds helping you pull off one of you’re sleeves no matter how gentle Barbara was it didn’t stop the pain, it was just like ripping off a Band-Aid there was no easier way to do it. You have been jumping off rooftops and grappling to others what felt like you’re entire life. Though being the one to chase the bad guys instead of being chase still felt strange to you, glances at Barbara you watch her prepare what she needs. An adoring smile crosses your face, It’s funny to think you consider her you’re greatest rival once, you remember thinking that you hated her, always meddling with your plans, how she was somehow always one step ahead of you. She was all you ever thought about awake, asleep you thought of that good-for-nothing Batgirl you thought about that smug beautiful smile or the twinkle in her eyes whenever she talked about tech. The softness of her voice and the way her touch burns though you. How it took you so long to realise that was a crush you’ll never know.

“I’m serious, superheroes are getting younger and younger just last week I’m pretty sure I saw a three year old punch up some robbers” you over exaggerated with a straight face.

“No you didn’t” Barbara cracks into radiant smile making your heart soar you always loved the smile she gave you when you told her stories, you weren’t use to people listening to you about anything or sometimes you felt like a bother but Barbara always made you feel like she genuinely loved to hear what you have to say no matter how ridiculous. You try and give her a playful shrug but even that hurt too much to do. “Hey it’s Gotham anything can happen”

With the help of Barbara you were able to undress to nothing but your underwear. Even though Barbara has seen you like this countless of times both for check ups and more fun activities you still couldn’t help but feel a little shy especially with your body so bang up that it look unrecognisable. But Barbara looked at you like she always did. Like you were the picture of perfection.

You try to ignore the warm feeling bubbling inside as her hands affectionately caresses your skin analysing every inch of you.

“Well there doesn’t seems to be any permanent physical damage…” she mumbles more to herself then to you, she starts to clean your open cuts after passing you an ice pack for your more painful bruise.

“So only emotional then?” You tease placing the ice pack to your slightly swollen eye. Barbara fights back a smile, playing along. “Looks like it” a comfortable silence follows, Barbara concentrates on the work ahead of her, you try your best to help as much as you could but Barbara was persistent that you should stay still and relax.

Easier said then done.

Watching her work you’re reminded of all the times you’ve bandage each other throughout the years you know every inch of her body just as she knows yours, every scar, birthmark an every constellation you’ve create within her freckles. You stop looking for Angels in the stars when you realise that your Guardian Angel was right here on earth.

Finally with a relieved sigh Barbara rolls back slightly getting a good look of her handy work and by the way her eyes look you up and down she was possibly checking you out a bit. Not that you mind in the slightest you felt a boost of confidence at the thought. “So what happened out there?” She asks regaining your focus.

You Hesitate to answer, Barbara would find out sooner or later most likely the sooner. But you hated to cause her worry especially with the dark rings around her beautiful eyes worse than your own. She needed the rest and you knew if you told her she would fret about it all night like the true mother hen she was. “Oh you know the usual, Solomon Grundy was born on Monday got his ass kick on Tuesday” you tried to play it off causally but the sudden uncomfortable shift in your body language wouldn’t go unnoticed by her detective skills.

"A usual Night huh?" There was a clear undertone of disbelief in her voice. You watch her wheel away from you and make her way towards the kitchen. You were certain she was going to come back with Wonder Woman lasso in tow.

"Yep just predictable Gotham city troubles" you can feel the uncomfortable smile blooming on your face. You really did hate to lie to her especially when she gave you the stare like she was your angry boss more then you're girlfriend. Any other night you would found it incredibly sexy with the realisation you may have some sort of authority kink.

"Sure. is that why Bruce called me earlier about what he said was a "unexpected and dangerous new threat?" She calls over from the kitchen sink, making a glass of a water. You wince slightly at her words.

Damnit Bruce.

“You know Bruce, he thinks a squirrel with a butter knife can be a potential threat. The man overreacts" You insist. Barbara makes her way back to you.

"And you always under react." She points out with a stern look you open your mouth to protest further but stop short when she places the glass in your hand with pain killers in your other. You look up at her doleful look of concern and guilt wraps around your heart.

“Here this will help” she says her hand lingers with yours on the glass.

"Thank you" you mumble with a nod she drops her hand, you take the two pills one at a time forcing your body to swallow them whole, The water was a refreshing coolness to your lips and made the awkward activity much easier. You could feel Barbara's eyes on you her body stiff and mind stress, you practically saw her questions and worries swim in her already overloaded brain. She was overwhelming herself with the urge to solve everything for everyone one. She hated to be out of control you knew she felt powerless even when she was far from it. "What happened out there?" She finally asks softly when you finish the last drop of your water, You didn't realise how thirsty you were.

"He didn't tell you?" You inquire, Barbara smiles at that.

"His not a man of many words"

You let out a small snort, placing the glass down beside you.

“That he is not”

Exhausted you slump into your seat, you looked like a deflating balloon with the long exhale escaping your body. You really didn't want to worry Barbara with this but there was no use fighting the inevitable. You explain to her after hauling Solomon Grundy in, you get an alert from Bruce to meet him on the rooftop of GCPD. Once getting there you expect to see Bruce already waiting but instead there was only Jim Gordon equally surprised. To say it was the most uncomfortable five minutes of your life was an understatement.

"Is Dad starting to warm up to you yet?" Barbara asks with a hint of a mischievous smile. You look to her with fake surprise dramatically gasping. “You’re father doesn’t like me? He didn’t tell me this!”

You look to Bo who was now glaring at you for being to loud.

“Bo did you know this?!” You exclaim. Unblinking Bo just stares at you seeming to plot your end. It was known to anyone who knew that you were dating Barbara, Jim did not like you. You're pretty sure him and Bo have started a club on disliking you. (They meet every second Thursdays for afternoon plotting and possibly naps)

"What are you talking about? your dad loves me!" The Sarcasm is your tone didn't go unnoticed, Barbara simply shakes her head with a small chuckle.

"I don't think he loves the idea of a once infamous villain turn Bat vigilante dating his daughter" she says, it was your turn to let out a small chuckle. "I don't think he likes the idea of you dating period" you remark before proceeding with the story.

"So I'm waiting for Bruce charming the pants off your dad-“

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the face Barbara makes with her nose scrunch up in disgust. "Gross"

"When your father and I we're ambushed by some henchmen dressed as old cartoony demons" you went on. Her look of disgust turn to worry. "Ambushed?! Is he..”

"His fine" you reassure her, placing a hand over hers. "I took him to the hospital afterwards where he only had a sprain ankle." You explain. "Other then that we made it out okay, if you think I look bad you should see the other guys, your dad did most of the work, I

would definitely not be on the other end of that punch" you joke lightheartedly Barbara relaxes a little giving you a small nudge.

"Play your cards right with me and you won't have to" she teases, you let out a surprise laugh, lifting your hands up in surrender.

“Oh, I definitely intend to play my cards right” you didn’t mean for the words to come out as flirty as they did but Barbara didn’t seem to mind leaning over she gives you a small kiss on the check though you move just in time for her lips to touch yours she lets out a small breath of surprise, you pull her in deeper to the kiss, your hands wrapping around her waist your body still hot from earlier and with her hands on your bare skin it was enough to make you feral. Barbara puts her hands on your shoulder gently pushing you back she looks at you with suspicion. “Don’t distract me!” she scolds "Did Bruce ever turn up?" You smile laughing a little while leaning back in your seat feeling the tiniest bit smug. She was right though for now that had to wait.

"It turned out Bruce never called me, someone, somehow mimic his voice and somehow got my private number. Gordon said the same thing." Barbara didn't like that piece of information one bit. With a scowl she makes her way over to her computer.

"That's particularly impossible to do. I made sure of it" she fumes to herself opening up some tab that to you looked like a alien language. You try to get up and follow her but your legs wobble under you're weight. The adrenaline of the night had finally wear off and everything was starting to take its toll. You curse yourself slightly you've had a habit of pushing yourself more than anyone should, you suppose it came with the territory of being a Bat. You try again and this time you manage to hold your ground without falling over face first.

"Why do it at all? What were they after?" You hear Barbara's mumbles tapping away only breaking for a moment to put on her glasses she left on the side of her desk your heart sinks at the sight that meant she was planning for a long night ahead.

"No clue." You voice making your way beside her "The only thing we possibly know is that they wanted me and Gordon in the same Place" Barbara doesn't look at you though she does pause at your words.

You place a hand on her shoulder hoping to give her any sort of comfort she tenses slightly but after a moment she relaxes taking your hand giving you a squeeze of gratitude.

"I don't like this, something feels very wrong" she sighs running a hand through her hair you give her a sympathetic nod.

"Yeah me neither" you admit softly. They're were so many possibilities on who'd want you or Gordon out of the picture, but they weren't as many on who would want to go after both of you together. And you could only hope it was because of your connections to Batman and not the one to Barbara. You could already feel yourself getting protective at the idea of anyone wanted to hurt Babs. You try your best to push those thoughts away and focus on Barbara who was about to press a key on her keyboard you stop her gently grabbing her wrist. She looks at you taken back, almost angry not many were brave enough to get between Barbara and her work. Luckily you were stupid enough to be brave.

"Hey, there's no point getting into it tonight, it's late and I think we could both use some refreshing sleep" You soothe moving your hand down her wrist to take hold of her hand and begin subtly dragging her away. At first she looks hesitant glancing at the computer then you. "But-"

"Tomorrow Babs" you interrupt with a warm smile taking her hands to give her knuckles a gentle kiss. Having taken her back into her bedroom, quickly (and trying your best not to disturb Bo) you move all of Barbara's books off her bed and return to her offering your hand with a unspoken question, she gives you a small smile and a nod of consent. Barbara always prefer to do things herself more out of stubbornness than anything it took time for Barbara to realise that you didn't want to her help her out of pity but solely out of a deep affection for her that if you could would be touching her at all times simply if just holding hands. Even with your battle wounds and slightly wobbly feet your able to pick Barbara up with no trouble her safety always came first. Her arms are wrapped around your neck and head resting on your shoulder she must of been more tired than she thought.

"Let us worry about the world tomorrow" you whisper in her hair before laying her in bed. She looks up at you with more love than anyone has ever shown you she holds onto your hand for a moment neither wishing to let go.

"I suppose the world can wait" she mumbles taking off her glasses to set at her bedside. "Do you want to take a shower? it would probably help clean out some of those smaller cuts" a cute yawn interrupts her mid suggestion. You raise an eyebrow at her.

"Is this your nice was of saying I reek of Gotham?" You ask with a teasing smirk, She rolls her eyes at you as she tucks herself into bed Bo awoken by the stir comes to her side and rest her head on her side. "you could smell like a sweaty sock and I'd still love you"

"That wasn't a no Babs" you point out grabbing what you need for a shower "but that does sound nice."

Heading into the bathroom you pause at the doorway giving Barbara a stern look though it came off more playful than anything. "While I'm in there, no hacking into the White House or any secure networks trying to figure this out okay? work can wait until morning" you told her. Barbara places one hand to her heart and another she lift into the air. "Scouts honours I won't"

*One Bohemian Rhapsody Concert Later*

"Does Scout honours mean nothing to you Babs?" You gasp drying your hair off with your towel to find Barbara on her tablet and a book open beside her about Gotham History. She looks to you like she got

caught with her hand in the cookie jar though looks the least bit sorry about it. "I'm sorry! But I couldn't resist" you could only sigh, There was no stopping Barbara if she had her mind set on something.

Getting into your sleepwear you get into bed beside her, your head on her shoulder. "What have you got then?"

"Honestly not Much. When Bruce called he said to look into someone named The Gotham Devil? And all I have seem to be self written articles in 1875 on how amazing they are and can grant any wishes you want as long as you sell your soul" she explains with a huff.

"Great another villain with an insufferable ego like we need more of those" you sarcastically add. She spares you a small Smile before flipping through a page of the book. Suddenly an idea strikes you.

"Is it possible the bruce that called you wasn't bruce at all?” You wonder. Barbara thinks on it for a moment.

"Possibly. It's hard to know when this copycat isn't leaving any sort of trace I can follow." She grumbles her frustration clear.

"Will have to set up a meet up and see the family face to face about this we obviously can't trust our coms"you note.

Barbara nods with a sigh she rubs her eyes in exhaustion."You're right"

"Oh god I must be tired because I'm pretty sure I thought you just said I was right" You tease. A small smile slips from her annoyed façade giving a chaste kiss on you're forehead.

"Goodnight y/n"

"Goodnight Babs"

Though neither of you go to sleep in that moment you watch lazily as Barbara continue to try and find anything on this "Gotham Devil" you could only hope that this is all ends quickly and smoothly, with your

head still resting on her shoulder soon your eye lids became too heavy to keep open and you fall into a deep dreamless sleep.

When Barbara notice your breathing had change she look down at her shoulder to find you fast asleep with your mouth slightly agape she smile softly at the sight, how could anyone be so cute?

Gentle to not disturb you, Barbara places your head on your pillow so Barbara can scoot down in a more comfortable position to sleep. She watches you in the soft lamp light and a bittersweet feeling tugs at her heart strings. She didn't want to tell you that this Gotham Devil is after her she knew this for a fact. Though as ridiculous as he sounded he wasn't someone to take lightly and if you ever knew how dangerous he could be you'd be out that window risking your life to no harm comes her way. It's one of the many reason why Barbara loved you so, you would do anything for anyone without a second thought but it also made you reckless and the idea of you getting hurt or worse? She couldn't even bare to think of it. Seeing you today like the way you were Barbara had to fight back tears, she couldn't lose you.

You were her everything and she was going to make sure nothing bad happen to you.

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Hope you like the story if you want a part 2 please interact! 🧡 and thank you so much reading this regardless means the world to me that someone would take the time out of their day to read something I wrote it’s surreal 😊

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Readying For Battle | Bruce Wayne x Reader

Prompt: Dog

Words: 3119

Fandom: The Batman (2022)

Warning: Attempted mugging, but nothing intense or graphic. If you’re familiar with my style of writing, you should know that they’re mostly slow burns.

A/N: This was finished weeks ago but I kept nitpicking at it and never posted it until now. I swore to myself that there won’t be any more characters to introduce, but I might do it again. Clearly, I have not learned my lesson about having multiple characters to keep track of at once. But I think that this character is the most important one of all!

Part of [The Batman’s Doctor] Oneshot series.

Summary: A mad scientist is on the run and your friends may have been more involved in it than you thought. Meanwhile, Bruce is required to make a public appearance at the annual charity event where he suspects Dr. Woodrue might make a move.

You weren’t sure how you were going to go about addressing what had happened all those years ago at Woodrue’s lab with Pamela. There had been flashes of odd behavior from her that you hadn’t caught the first time, now that you were thinking back on your interactions with her. They were so brief, that you couldn’t for certain know if it was due to the accident or if work was getting too much for her. Could be all of the above.

Harleen would have been a good choice to approach first to help you talk to Pam, but you were afraid that she’d differ from the subject. She was fiercely loyal to her loved ones and she’d do anything for Pam, you had noticed over the years that you had known them. Pam came first.

They were both busy with work, so it was hard to get a hold of them anyways. So, you dropped it, giving yourself time to plan your approach. You also needed to get things in order to help Bruce get ready for the upcoming charity event.

“How are you going to explain the cuts and bruises if you’re just going to keep throwing yourself out there?” you scolded Bruce as you cleaned his wounds.

He grunted. “They’re not that noticeable. I do have a mask and suit that protects me when I fight.”

“Yet, you have a doctor living in your house.”

“Unlicensed doctor,” Bruce muttered, prompting you to press down on one of his bruises.

He let out another grunt, watching you work. He relished the warmth from your hands, their gentle yet firm touch, moving with such practice and precision. Normally, he’d only bother you when the wounds were too much for him to treat on his own, but lately he’d been too exhausted to bother with the minor injuries, or at least that’s what he would say. Alfred had given him a knowing look and walked away when he overheard.

Once he was all fixed up, he threw on a wrinkled white shirt lying around in his room and made his way over to his desk, notes and CCTV screenshots scattered across the surface. He had been tracking Dr. Woodrue for days now and he didn’t press you to ask Pam and Harleen about him. They used to joke about it with dark humor like how you would complain about your manager from your part-time job, but actually sitting down and discussing it was another thing. So, Bruce had been looking into Woodrue’s previous associates and his past research to get an idea of what he was dealing with.

“Woodrue’s laying low, but an event big like the one at city hall… any bad guy would make a move then. They want the attention and with all those people and the press, it’s a sure way to do it,” Bruce said.

“Speaking of the event,” you said, standing up leaning against his desk, “I heard that Mayor Real wants you, as the main donor for the Gotham Restoration projects, to give a speech.”

Bruce grimaced, slumping back in his desk chair. “Why?” he practically pouted at you.

“It’s formalities,” you said with a shrug.

He frowned, thinking he would rather deal with a lab filled with poisonous spores than give a five minute speech in front of Gotham’s press and elites. You wondered what he was like at board meetings and if he ever gave all his attention to them or if he was always thinking of the next case as Batman. Surely, the board members were used to his behavior by now.

“Want me to help write it?” you offered. He nodded. “Okay. I don’t think she’s expecting anything grandiose from you anyways, just something formal and straight to the point. Anything else would cause you physical and mental pain.”

He shot you a playful glare before yanking out his desk drawer, plopping down a notepad and a pen on the desk, his long fingers sliding it over to you. He leaned back in his chair once you picked it up and clicked the pen.

“So,” you started, clearing your throat dramatically, “‘People of Gotham’... no. ‘Good evening��. Yes, simple. ‘Good evening and thank you all for coming to our first charity event for the Gotham Restoration projects under Mayor Real’. Anything you want to add?”

He hummed, resting his chin on his fist like he was piecing an advanced puzzle together. “Is that not enough?”

You shook your head. “No… I think they want more than that. Maybe a small anecdote? A shout out to the other contributors and the workers? Stuff like that.”

He scrubbed his face with his hand and sighed. “This is going to take a while,” he muttered.

Apparently, it was a last minute decision to have you go with Bruce to the event at Alfred’s insistence. Bruce did not want to expose you as a close associate of his to the public due to prying eyes and the enemies of both Bruce Wayne and any potential threats that discovered his dual identity as Batman. With Alfred’s reasoning of you being an extra pair of eyes and also as someone that could help make the public outing tolerable, Bruce relented.

“No way I’m letting you go defenseless,” Bruce said.

While you had gone out to run errands and pick up both of your outfits, Bruce had stayed in his Batcave making something for you. He didn’t say what it was, only that it’d be a prototype since he didn’t have enough time to fully develop and test it out. So, you left him to it, saying to text you if he needed anything else while you were out.

When you had first gone out to do errands, Bruce had offered to give you the keys to the Rolls Royce, to which you had heavily declined. There was no way you were going to risk driving something as expensive as that and it was completely unnecessary for the mundane tasks you had to do. Imagining yourself taking his Rolls Royce to the grocery store made you snort in amusement. Besides, you had pointed out, not many people drove that kind of car in Gotham. It’ll draw attention.

You had finished everything without incident, leaving Bruce’s outfit hanging by his bed to remind him that it couldn’t be avoided. Alfred and Dory didn’t have anything for you to help them with, so you decided to go do some personal shopping for once. Alfred called out to you to be careful just as Bruce resurfaced from the Batcave and watched you leave again.

It had been a while since you were able to relax on your own, walking around Gotham at your leisure. The once flooded districts had improved now that the seawalls and reconstruction of the surrounding buildings were close to completion. People were going about their business, having to work their life around the new developments of Gotham. Positive developments, everyone hoped. Cleaning up Gotham was far from an easy task and Mayor Real had her work cut out for her. Still, the city’s healing needed to start somewhere.

Sitting down on a bench in one of the small park areas, you indulged in your sandwich as you people watched. Halfway through your meal, you heard loud and aggressive sniffing nearby. Turning your head, you saw a German Shepherd standing next to you with their eyes locked onto your sandwich.

Looking at this rude newcomer, you estimated that he was still a puppy, probably around one years old. He had a scar near his eye and what looked like bite marks near his neck where there was no collar. You frowned, taking out your phone to look for the nearest animal clinic or shelter.

He sat next to you at the foot of the bench as he waited, his dark eyes never leaving the sandwich even when you were moving around. Deciding to just call the shelter instead, your eyes left the young German Shepherd for just a moment. There was a nibble on your hand before your sandwich was yanked away and you could only watch as the pup trotted happily away. Still, you reported him to the shelter and started to make your way back to the car.

It was an easy task, getting to the car without incident, but it was another thing you had failed at. You had parked the car a few blocks away, thinking nothing of it as it was one of the few parking spaces available in the area. As you passed an alleyway, an unwashed gloved hand shot out and twisted your arm around, tossing you against the brick wall with a thud.

“Give me your money!” the man growled, towering over you with a pocket knife in hand.

“Seriously?” you hissed, moving to take out your wallet from your bag.

He waved his knife an inch from your face. “Come on, come on.”

“Hold on!”

Your snappy attitude earned you a smack across your face, leaving you disoriented at the sudden whip of your head. You lost grip of your bag, dropping it to the dirty concrete. He huffed, snatching it quickly with his back towards you. When you regained your bearings, you noticed a small figure at the end of the alley.

The German Shepherd from earlier growled, baring his teeth as he posed to pounce at the man. The mugger screamed at the dog in an attempt to scare him off, but it only provoked him further. He launched himself towards the man, biting the other end of your bag and tugging hard with another growl. The mugger struggled, moving to cut the dog to let go. You used this chance to barrel into him, smacking his body against the wall as soon as he lost his footing. He dropped the bag and ran as the dog chased him down.

You wasted no time rushing to your car, checking the pockets of your bag for anything missing. Fortunately, the mugger didn’t have time to grab anything before that dog came. You were so tempted to bring him home with you, but you weren’t sure that everyone at home would be okay with it. There was enough stress dealing with Bruce and his moonlighting as Batman as it is. You would just have to hope that the shelter had managed to find him and make sure he gets into a loving home.

Never did you imagine yourself accompanying the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne, while in a custom tailored outfit for a fancy party. Yet, here you were, walking down the stairs after getting ready. Bruce was already waiting with Alfred, the two speaking in hushed tones about the plan for tonight. Bruce believed that Doctor Woodrue would make a move at the charity event and had made preparations for it.

Their conversation paused as you reached the landing, Bruce’s eyes immediately locking onto you as you made your way towards them. You suddenly feel a twist in your stomach as you stand in front of Bruce expectantly. A part of you was hoping that he’d comment on your appearance, the last time seeing you this dressed up was when you were kids. Instead, he hummed, smiling as he fished something out of his pocket.

He remained true to his word and made you your own gadget, a watch that looked to be taken straight out of a spy movie with its wide yet inconspicuous touch screen and smooth band. When you had pointed that out, he smiled, saying that that was the point. He knew that you loved spy movies.

“Be careful, you two,” Alfred said, his brows furrowed as you both made your way towards the garage.

It was one thing when Bruce went off on his own to fight crime, it was another when you were also getting involved. Although it was his idea in the first place for Bruce to bring you as his plus one, your admittance of getting jumped a few days ago had spiked his worry. You were lucky that the mugger had not taken anything or harmed you. You had mentioned that a dog you had met in the park had actually helped you with the mugger, thus your plan of convincing him and Bruce to get a dog commenced. At this point, he was willing to consider it.

“It’s okay, Alfred. If something happens to me, it’s all on Bruce,” you joked, making Bruce roll his eyes.

“You think I don’t know that?” Bruce muttered, nudging you with his shoulder, “That’s what the watch is for.”

“Oh, really? I thought it was just my boss finally getting me an Apple watch instead of a raise.”

“I can get you both if you want,” he deadpanned.

“Must be nice being that rich.”

“It is if you’ve got something or someone to spend money over.”

Alfred stood to the side, his worries subsiding, but something else was brewing. He looked between the two of you, a smirk creeping up his face. He wondered if you were aware of how close your faces were and how both of you had not stopped smiling since your banter started. He made a promise to you to not tell Bruce what had happened with the mugger, knowing that Bruce would have gone as far as to prevent you from going outside by yourself again if he found out.

“Just… look out for each other,” Alfred said, “That means clear communications and no wandering off to investigate something on your own.” That warning could be directed to either one of you, so you and Bruce nodded.

“We’ll be fine, Alfred,” Bruce assured him.

“It’s not like we’re the type to mingle,” you added.

“Exactly. You’d rather lose focus and look for danger than have a five minute conversation with the socialites of Gotham.”

There was nothing to say to that. He knew the two of you too well.

Reporters lined the steps of the city hall, flashing away at their cameras as each and every attendee steps out of their vehicle and escorted up to the large double doors. Bruce had taken to driving the two of you in the black Rolls Royce that he was fond of, handing the keys to the valet once he reached the bottom of the steps.

Your heart had been hammering against your rib cage during the entire ride there, grounding yourself by making a mental checklist for the evening as you fidget with your new watch. Enter city hall, make the rounds with Bruce, speak to the mayor, have Bruce give his speech, attempt to mingle with people, keep a lookout for suspicious activity, then make excuses to retire for the night. Hopefully, nothing happens tonight.

Bruce held the door open and helped you out of the car, eyes scanning the crowd as he placed his hand on the small of your back. He had slowly been making public appearances for the past few months, but the reporters still go wild at the sight of the reclusive billionaire, more so now that it was evident that he had brought a plus one.

“Stay close,” he whispered as he guided you towards the stairs, “Remember about the watch. If we ever get separated, activate the earpiece with it. If you’re in trouble or get lost, activate the tracker.”

“This is far different from the birthday party you had when you were six,” you said, marveling at the scale of the place as you crossed the threshold.

“And unfortunately, we have to have a more active role in these gatherings. No more standing in the corner or sneaking out to the balcony for us.”

“We could, just that it might be taken as a more scandalous act than two kids avoiding the grownups.”

“Those were the days,” Bruce sighed before spotting a familiar figure approaching the pair of you. “Speaking of…”

“Well, look at you two!” Luke called out with a grin, arms open wide as he swooped in to give you a hug, effectively pulling you away from Bruce who was frowning during the exchange. He turned to Bruce and smirked. “Wayne! Come here!” Luke gave him the same treatment, slapping his back for good measure.

You watch Bruce stiffen at the sudden embrace before relaxing, his body familiarizing with Luke’s energy and friendliness. You weren’t sure how long it had been since the last time those two saw each other, but it never mattered to Luke. He was always open and accommodating with the ability to pick up a conversation from where it was left off years ago.

Bruce gave him a small smile. “Still a menace,” he said.

Luke threw his head back and laughed. “Still so awkward. Come on, we’re old pals. We’re in this together, facing off the vultures and hyenas in there.”

“Hey, why are you more excited to see Bruce than me?” you teased.

“Well, I already saw you days ago,” Luke said, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “But Brucie? It’s been a long time. A really long time. See, you and me? We’ve been keeping contact off and on over the years. I got radio silence from him.”

Bruce grimaced. “I’ve been busy.”

Luke nodded. Bruce was a man of a few words, always had been. Luckily, Luke had known him long enough that he didn’t need a whole sentence or paragraph to know what was going on.

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m only teasing,” he said softly, wrapping his other arm around Bruce. “You’ve been going through a lot, so I understand.”

“It’s good to see you, Luke,” Bruce said, pulling away from him.

“It’s nice seeing you guys again. Just like old times, huh?” Luke gave you one last side hug before regarding the two of you. “It’s things like this that makes me feel glad to be back.”

“So, not much, is there?” Bruce said, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Luke punched his shoulder lightly. “I gotta head back into the fray before my old man starts making leaps and thinks I’m up to no good.”

“It’s a reasonable assumption,” you said.

Luke chuckled. “See you guys around,” he said, walking backwards, “Maybe we can all get a drink some time.”

“See you around, Luke,” Bruce called back with a small wave, watching him jog back to find his father. As soon as he was gone, Bruce nudged you with his shoulder. “When were you going to tell me that you ran into him earlier?”

“Oh, uh, slipped my mind,” you said casually with a shrug, “Saw him at the Iceberg Lounge. Ready to go in?”

Bruce shook his head. “No, you?”

“Nope.”

#bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #battinson #the batman imagine #batman imagine #dc imagine #more of Luke Fox near the end #introducing Ace because I want Battinson to have a dog #this took forever for me to feel comfortable posting

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galatially · 1 year

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𝑙𝑢𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑥

#my masterlist #galatially #luke fox #luke fox x black!reader #batwing #batwing x black!reader #masterlist

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starsandhughes · 4 months

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I Know Places

inspired by i know places by taylor swift <3

pairing: quinn hughes x tkachuk! reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: drinking, use of y/n, mentions of throwing up (not actually done), fade to black smut

MASTERLIST

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Maybe it wasn't the best idea you've ever had, but it wasn't like you planned this! You didn't plan to fall for one of your brother's best friends, someone that was a groomsman at his wedding, it just happened.

You and Quinn kept sharing looks during the start of the wedding reception. It was a dangerous game and you both knew it. Quinn and Brady were best friends, and both of your families were friends— you were terrified that too much was at risk with this relationship.

There wasn't a fear that your families wouldn't be happy about the relationship, because there was no doubt in your mind that everyone would be thrilled, it was the fear that your relationship would no longer be just yours.

It would be theirs, too. It would belong to your parents, Quinn's parents, Brady, Matthew, Taryn, Jack, Luke, and eventually all of the fans.

Your relationship would be under the scrutiny of the public eye. You'd be subjected to hate from Quinn's "fans," and probably your brothers's as well. You knew that some girls online tended to take every single blink as a chance to over analyze a relationship from a player they obsess over. Many fans were supportive of the various WAGS, but there were a few that would be sobbing over the fact that Quinn is taken. These fans are the hunters, and you're a fox trying not to be caged.

Your relationship was fairly new, only a couple weeks old, and it started back when the Devils were still in the playoffs. There was a gap between one of Matthew's games and one of Jack and Luke's, so you hopped on a plane to go see one of them before Quinn got his wisdom teeth out. Quinn drove you back to your hotel at the end of the night and well... things spiraled from there.

Love was fragile. It could burn out. And in your experience, especially new love.

The more alcohol that you put into your system, the less careful you and Quinn were being. There were cameras everywhere, but it slipped your mind for just a moment. You two had been friends for a long time and an innocent touch surely wouldn't be enough for everyone's heads to turn, so you let it happen.

Quinn stood behind you with his hands on your waistline as you moved your hips to the music. You knew they were his hands before you even turned around, you were familiar with his touch at this point. It wasn't until you heard Luke whisper to Jack, "look!" that you had any concern.

"Let go, Quinn," you whispered to him. "Luke is looking suspicious."

"So let him," Quinn whispered back.

"Quinn," you groaned.

Quinn obliged to your concerns and took his hands off of you. He extended his hand towards you instead and lifted it up when you took it, a subtle motion signaling you to spin under his arm. You laughed as he did this, and to play it off like you were just two friends dancing, he called out to Luke to catch you as he spun you outward.

You fell into Luke laughing before you turned back to face Luke and threw your arms around his neck to dance to the beat with him.

"What was that about?" Luke asked you. You internally panicked, but outwardly remained calm.

"What was what about?" you laughed it off.

"Quinn's hands on you," Luke said, as if it were obvious. In his defense... it was.

"We were just dancing, Luke. I've known him forever! I've known you forever and now we're dancing! Is there something wrong with that?" you turned it all on him.

"No, no, nothing wrong with that," he said calmly. He was too smart for his own good and you knew it, but he was also respectful enough to not call you on your bluff.

Luckily, keeping an eye on you was the last thing on Brady and Matthew's minds with everything that's going on around them. As the night went on, Jack was getting drunker and Luke was on Jack duty, so Quinn's brothers were finally less of a problem.

All you wanted was to be with Quinn. If you two were further along in your relationship and unworried about your families, you two would be attached at the hip and having a good time. But everyone in your family was around. Grandparents and cousins and aunts and uncles. Everyone. Hell, even Josh kept eyeing you and Quinn. But the wine running through your veins was making you crave Quinn's touch even more.

All the happy couples surrounding you certainly weren't helping. Every kiss you caught a glimpse of made you think of Quinn's lips. His soft lips. You felt your face begin to heat up as your mind wandered too deep into memories of your last time with Quinn.

"I know that look," Quinn said as he walked up to stand beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you feigned innocence. Your thoughts were nowhere near innocent.

Quinn stepped in front of you, dangerously close, "Yeah, you do. You've got that look on your face that you have while we're..." He leaned in close to whisper the rest of his sentence in your ear, "...alone."

You closed your eyes and gulped. He has you in the palm of his hand, and right now was not the best time to be feeling such things.

Quinn's hands found your hips and pulled you closer to be pressed up against him, "I don't think anyone's watching."

"Quinn..."

"Just one kiss," he proposed. "To get it out of our system."

You looked around and discovered that your boyfriend was right. Everyone was too wrapped up with the party to pay any mind to you two. You gave into him and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

Quinn brought a hand up to your cheek and cupped your face when you pulled away, "I love how red you get every time I kiss you."

Then it happened.

A flash. A camera flash to be exact.

You began to panic. Once Brady and Emma get all the wedding photos, your secret would be out. There was no chance that you could play off whatever the camera caught as something just between friends!

"Shit!" you said, a little too loudly.

Your big brother was more keen to you than you thought, because you saw Matthew spin around in search of you. Those stupid protective tendencies never shut off for him. He was the oldest. He felt responsible for his siblings. His protectiveness is normally your saving grace, but it was your number one enemy right now.

"I know a place where we won't be found," Quinn hurried out. You grabbed his hand, "Let's go."

You two dashed out of the reception hall, not too fast as to make a scene, but you weren't moving slowly.

You two were practically sprinting through the hotel towards the elevators once you escaped the reception hall.

"Quinn, your hotel room would be too obvious!"

"That's why we're going to Matthew's," he said as if it was obvious.

"What?!"

"He gave me his key to watch because he tends to lose things," Quinn explained. "Your brother's hotel room is the last place people would think to look. I don't even think Matthew knows which room he's in."

Quinn had a point. You were pretty sure if anyone actually saw anything it would be Matty, and his own hotel room was not going to be his first idea of places to look. You immediately pulled Quinn closer to you the second he got the door open. You kissed him hungrily as you walked backwards, only parting when he gently laid you down on the couch.

Quinn climbed on top of you and started to kiss you again. His tongue slipped into your mouth as his hands gripped your hips, wrinkling your bridesmaids dress between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth when he bit your lip, which only made him bite harder before he tugged and pulled away. He then trailed his lips across your jaw and down your neck. You gasped and gripped your hands onto the ends of his hair, feeling the oxytocin flood through your body now that you finally get to feel his touch.

His left hand found its way under your dress. He traveled up your thigh slowly, making you shudder. His fingers lightly grazed across your silk panties, teasing you as he snapped the top edge against your skin.

"Please," you whimpered. It's been so long since he was last able to touch you— really touch you. Long distance is hard, but a secret long distance relationship? It's hell. "I need you."

"We don't plan on going back down to the party, do we?" Quinn asked you low. You hummed a no, pursing your lips as you tried to keep it together. "Good," he smirked.

Your heartbeat quickened when he reached up a hand to caress your cheek, something he does when he wants you to look at him. You opened your eyes to stare into his greens, completely mesmerized by the hold this man has on you. Just with one touch he can get you to do what he wants and he knows it.

"I want you to beg," he instructed. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows expectantly, and did so subtly.

"Please," you whined.

Quinn tutted in disapproval. He wanted more than that from you. He leaned down close to your ear as he slid his hand up your body to your tit and softly squeezed, "I'm going to need more than that, baby."

"Please, fuck me," you said with more urgency. He was driving you insane.

"Please, fuck me, what?" he smirked.

"Please, fuck me, Daddy."

Quinn gave you a sly smile, "Well... since you asked so nicely.”

– – –

Your naked frame laid atop of Quinn’s, your head against his chest, as the two of you fought to catch your breath. If you were home, at either of your homes, the notion of having to get up and get dressed wouldn’t even have even crossed your minds. And if it did, you would’ve laughed it off. You don’t get that luxury when you decide to sneak off during your brother’s wedding to your other brother’s hotel room.

“Q–”

“Don’t,” Quinn cut you off. He brought a hand up and ran it up and down through your hair, “Not yet. We have time.”

“How do you know?” you whispered.

“Because the world can’t be that cruel to me,” he mumbled, holding you tighter.

Turns out, the world could be that cruel to him. To both of you. Because the loud and rowdy voices of Matthew, Jack, and Luke were coming closer and closer.

You practically dived off of Quinn and started to put your dress back on. Quinn was frantically looking for his jacket before giving up entirely and going without it.

“Act drunk!” Quinn whisper shouted at you.

“What?!”

“Act drunk! Go sit by the toilet and act like you’ve been throwing up!”

You finally caught on to what Quinn was saying. There was no way you two could escape out of Matthew’s hotel room, but you could act like you intended to be in here. Quinn grabbed a hand towel and got it wet. He rubbed it across your face so it seemed like he had cleaned your face off post you throwing up. You then threw open the toilet lid and flushed it, hoping that the boys were close enough to have heard it. Quinn sat down on the bathroom floor with his back against the wall and his legs straight out, and you curled up into a ball and laid your head on his thigh. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were pretty inebriated, so forcing yourself to cry like you normally do post throwing up wasn’t that hard.

You guess they went to the front desk to get another key to Matthew’s room, because instead of a knock, you heard the door click open. Matthew immediately heard your sniffles and rushed into the bathroom, “What’s wrong?!”

“Y/N got super drunk, and your room was closer than mine, sorry,” Quinn said softly, rubbing your back up and down.

“I didn’t see her drinking a lot,” Luke said suspiciously.

“She can be a lightweight if she doesn’t eat enough,” Matthew said, completely oblivious to what Luke was insinuating. He was crouched down on the ground trying to tend to you. He looked at Quinn, “I got her.”

Quinn helped move you into a position where Matthew could pick you up and carry you to the bed.

“I don’t feel good, Matty,” you fake cried.

“I know, Y/N/N,” Matthew shushed you. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

Matthew told Quinn to unmake the bed so that he could put you in it. Matthew gently laid you down and Quinn covered you up. Matthew left to get you some water and Advil and told Quinn to watch you.

“Next time, I’m picking the place,” you mouthed. Quinn silently chuckled and sent you a wink before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“You got this?” Jack asked his brother.

“I had it before you got here, so…” Quinn trailed off.

“Alright, alright,” Jack said. “No need for sass!”

Jack left, but before Luke followed him, he stopped to look at you and Quinn. He looked out the door and when Jack was far enough away, he spoke.

“I won’t tell anyone,” Luke started.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! Happy?” you shouted out, not lifting your head to look at him.

Luke smiled and looked back at Quinn, who sheepishly ran his fingers through his hair and nodded.

“I knew it!”

Quinn came back to you once Luke had left and knelt on the ground to be eye level with you.

“You put on quite the show just to cave and tell Luke,” he said.

“Yeah, well, your little brother is relentless,” you pouted.

“That he is,” Quinn laughed lightly.

“My brothers will make a big deal of it. I want the beginning of this relationship to be us figuring us out, not them telling us what our relationship is,” you told Quinn. Quinn grabbed your hands in his and kissed them, “Just as long as you know better places we can hide.”

“Trust me, Q, I know a lot of better places than my brother’s hotel room.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfic #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes x tkachuk! reader #quinn hughes fluff #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #brady tkachuk #jack hughes #luke hughes #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #luke hughes imagine

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genz420 · 16 days

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First Date Headcanons PT. 2 🎱 ❤️

Masterlist | Rules

Request: "Can you do one with Leo Valdez?"

Content: First Date Headcanons

Warning: None

Pairing(s): Character x Gn!reader

Character(s): Annabeth, Leo, Luke, Ethan

Annabeth Chase

A movie while painting

I mentioned before that I don’t think Annabeth is the type of person to sit down and watch TV/movies

I stand by that

That’s why I think the two of you would have a secondary activity while the movie plays

Like paint by numbers or some kind of shit

No sharing the painting, though

Because Annabeth likes to do her own thing and not share

She will slightly judge you for whatever you make or how you do it

But she doesn’t mean any harm and will not tell you

Doing a secondary activity also allows the two of you to talk

Because I think the first date is an important time to learn about a person

Even if you are already friends

Afterwards, she would keep whatever you make and keep it on her desk

To be reminded of you

Leo Valdez

A pool hall

I get the vibe that Leo would be really good at pool

Like he would make his own Cue because he loves the game and is really good at it

Obviously, he wouldn’t hustle you

Because it’s a date

But the next time you go together

Be ready to lose some money

But the first date is chill

Not a serious game being played

Could drink at least three cups of pop

Because he is nervous

Would be cracking jokes left and right

He wants to hear you laugh

To see you smile

If you are bad at pool or don’t even know how to play, he would get up behind you to show you

Whispering in your ear

Trying to make you blush

Luke Castellan

Strawberry picking

Not a lot of things to do around camp

Unlike strawberry picking in the mortal world, the sun wouldn’t be beating down on you

Luke would make sure that no one else is in the field as you two make your way down the rows of strawberries

Would try and feed you a strawberry

Saying that it will be the best thing you will ever taste

He is a smooth talker alright

Ethan Nakamura

Cards

Not uno or go fish

But like gin rummy or war

And even if you didn’t know the game

He would take his time and explain it to you

And if the two of you have a group of date with other people, then he would make the two of you team up against whoever you are playing with

Would have music lightly playing in the background

A playlist of his own music that he thinks you might like

I see Ethan listening to a wide range of artist

Like From Fleet Foxes to the Specials

And I think he would be a big Amy Winehouse fan

He likes upbeat and happy music because that makes him happy

Would have a few snacks like chips on the side

Big fan of salt and vinegar chips

#annabeth chase x reader #leo valdez x reader #luke castellan x reader #Ethan nakamura x reader #leo valdez x you #annabeth chase #luke castellan #ethan nakamura #pjo headcanon #pjo fandom #pjo series #pjo headcanons #first date #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson x reader

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viennafantasies · 3 months

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𝜗𝜚- Character's I write for

Outer Banks: jj maybank, rafe cameron, john b routledge

The Vampire Diaries: damon salvatore, stefan salvatore, klaus mikaelson, kai parker, kol mikaelson, elijah mikaelson, jeremy gilbert, enzo st john

Pretty Little Liars: toby cavanaugh, caleb rivers, Jason dilaurentis

Glee: santana lopez & sam evans

Once Upon A Time: killian jones & peter pan

Brooklyn Nine Nine: jake peralta

Gossip Girl: chuck bass & nate archibald (for now)

Riverdale: archie andrews & jughead jones

The Office: luke cooper & jim halpert

Stranger Things: steve harrington & billy hargrove

Cobra Kai: miguel diaz, robbie keene & hawk aka: eli horowitz

The X Files: fox mulder

American Horror Story: tate langdon, kit walker, kyle spencer

Pen15: dustin long, brandt

Outnumbered: jake

Marvel: loki laufeyson, steve rogers, bucky barnes, peter parker

DC: bruce wayne, clark kent, dick grayson, joker

Hunger Games: finnick odair & peter malarky, ps. I haven't done cornelius bc I haven't watched the new movie :)

Harry Potter: ron weasley, draco malfoy, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, theodore nott, lucian bole, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, regulus black

Note: Let me know if you want any poly, my requests will be open by tomorrow. You can request whatever you want but it has to be x reader. I don't mind writing anything but be careful with warnings. I hope you have a great day!! mwah :) ps. tell me if you want fluff, smut or angst. I don't know how to do smut that well but I will try!

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Fics that surrounds you, the reader

Waking up in another body? Female part 🛞 Male Part 🛞

When your mom was a first gen baddie 🛞

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Tattoo Artist Y/N 🛞

Caught in the act 🛞🏍️🏁

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Being younger than them (not too young) 🏁

Asexual Reader and confessing to them 🏁 who wouldn’t date you 🏁

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Meeting you where you can fix my car and my heart 🛞🏍️

Lookism

Zack Lee

Legs and Hips. 🏁

Sammuel Seo

Drunk on Love. 🏁

You come back to me like a dog with its tails between your legs 🏁

It’s only human, you know that it’s real 🏍️

Jake Kim

Analayzing 🏁

Power 🏁

Two walls between balance 🏁

Jichang Kwak

Until I found you 🏁

Jihan Kwak

You and me tonight 🏁

Jace Park

Study session 🏁

Gun Park

Karaoke Night under moon light 🏁

Wanna drink till we drop to the floor ? 🏁

Only you, my girl, only you babe… 🏁

Her masters punishment🏁 Part Two 🏁🏍️

Fate brought us back together 🏁

Goo Kim

Boundaries 🏁

Eyes 🏁

Hangyeol Baek:

I need a doctor! 🏁

Jake kim

My final analysis 🏁

Power 🏁

Between chaos and balance 🏁

DG(James Lee)

Paparazzi and rumors 🏁

Daniel Park

The rabbit and the fox 🏁

Eugene

Till death my love 🏍️

Dancing under the moonlight 🏁

Na Jaegyeon

End of the road 🏍️

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Jay Hong

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Vin jin

Eli Jang

Cho ma

Warren chae

Yunjin

Hudson anh

Taesoo Ma

Jinyoung park

Johan Seong

Sinu Han

Olly wang

Kuroda Ryohei

Taejin Cheon

Xiaolung

How To Fight

Manager Kim

Hobin Yu

Seongjun Baek

Taehoon seong

Munseong kim

Jinho Lee

Wangkuk han

Yeonwoo ji

Percy Jackson and the olympians

Luke Castellan

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Other fandoms

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Kakashi PTJVERSE ❔🤍

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cannibalizedyke · 1 year

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❤︎︎ character list ❤︎︎

key: bolded - characters i enjoy writing for | italics - characters i’ve written for before

❥ 10 things i hate about you

cameron james, kat stratford, bianca stratford, patrick verona, michael eckman, mandella

❥ marvel

natasha romanoff, bucky barnes, steve rogers, carol danvers, stephen strange, sam wilson, gamora, gwen stacy, tony stark, kate bishop, loki laufeyson, may parker, peter parker (tasm & mcu), peter quill, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, thor odinson, yelena belova

❥ pirates of the caribbean

jack sparrow, will turner, elizabeth swann

❥ grishaverse

alina starkov, the darkling / aleksander morozova, malyen oretsev, genya safin, david kostyk, zoya nazyalensky, nikolai lantsov, kaz brekker, inej ghafa, jesper fahey, nina zenik, matthias helvar, wylan van eck

❥ the school for good and evil

agatha of woods beyond, sophie of woods beyond, tedros of camelot, hort of bloodbrook, hester of ravenswood, anadil of bloodbrook, dot of nottingham, rafal

note: sophie x hort x reader is a fav

❥ the hunger games

katniss everdeen, peeta mellark, gale hawthorne, haymitch abernathy, finnick odair, johanna mason

❥ harry potter

harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger, ginny weasley, fred weasley, george weasley, draco malfoy, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, cedric diggory, oliver wood, theodore nott, daphne greengrass, blaise zabini, tom riddle, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, regulus black, mary macdonald, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon

❥ miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children

jacob portman, emma bloom, enoch o’connor (MOVIE ONLY), olive abroholos elephanta (MOVIE ONLY), millard nullings (BOOK ONLY), hugh apiston (BOOK ONLY), fiona frauenfeld (BOOK ONLY), bronwyn bruntley (BOOK ONLY)

note: i will write for book- or movieverse jacob & emma. please specify which you would like when requesting or i will default to bookverse.

❥ shatter me

juliette ferrars, aaron warner, kenji kishimoto, nazeera ibrahim

❥ the folk of the air

jude duarte, cardan greenbriar

❥ percy jackson

percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, thalia grace, jason grace, piper mclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, reyna avila ramirez arellano

❥ avatar: the last airbender

katara, sokka, zuko, azula, mai, ty lee

❥ a series of unfortunate events

violet baudelaire, klaus baudelaire, duncan quagmire, isadora quagmire, quigley quagmire

❥ newsies

jack kelly, davey jacobs, katherine pulitzer, crutchie morris, spot conlon

❥ frankenstein

victor frankenstein, the monster, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval

❥ little women

jo march, meg march, beth march, amy march, theodore laurence

❥ star wars

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, padme amidala, luke skywalker, leia organa, han solo, rey, finn, kylo ren, poe dameron

❥ my babysitter’s a vampire

ethan morgan, benny weir, sarah fox, rory keaner, erica jones

❥ yellowjackets

shauna shipman, lottie matthews, misty quigley, taissa turner, van palmer, natalie scatorccio, jackie taylor, laura lee, mari, akilah, jeff sadecki

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fandom-friday · 1 month

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Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

💜 = 18+ content 🔵 = contains spoilers of a currently running show

Fics:

The Clone Wars: New Members (Fives x OC Rasha Skohl, Echo x OC Ari Nierre) by @fives-lover Poets and Painters (Commander Wolffe x gn!Reader) by @frostycatblr-fandom-files Lady of Mercy (Commander Fox x Riyo Chuchi) by @eloquent-apollo The War of Life and Death by @galacticgraffiti

Star Wars Legends: Echoes of a Queen (Mara Jade x Luke Skywalker) by Conquistadora36 (AO3)

Batman: Life Happens by @cdelphiki Your Emergency by shanahane (AO3) Awake By Dawn by cookieTHEdragon (AO3) Happy Napping-Day by cookieTHEdragon (AO3) Baby Love by @awkwardbluefish Unacceptable by @jazz020 Little Bird by GoldTitaniumMaiden (AO3)

X-Men: Pound the Table by An_October_Daye (AO3)

Lucifer: Unwritten (Chloe Decker x Lucifer Morningstar) by @mightbeawriter

Legends of Chima: The Forgotten Legends of Chima by @olivescales3

Persona 5: Breaking the Rigged Game by Lord_Tenebros (AO3)

Crossover AUs: Home of the Weird (Gravity Falls X Hetalia Crossover) by IrenkaFeralKitty (AO3) Set Naked on Your Kingdom (Batman X Spiderman Crossover) by sassydandelion (AO3) Spider's Web (Sherlock Holmes X Hetalia Crossover) by Well Groomed Goldfish (FF.net)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Commander Cody Art by @rexxdjarin 💜 Downtime Series by @for-the-sake-of-color Shaak Ti Art by @sabellart Commander Fox Art by @jekyllnahyena

The Bad Batch: Wrecker Art by @allofthedoodles 🔵(TBB S3) But You're the One Who Found Us by @hauntingacorpse

#ff weekly summary

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z0mbieb0ybyersblog · 5 months

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request rules!

HOW TO REQUEST

— requests can be sent through my inbox! aka the button on my profile that says request

— state the character, romantic or platonic, the format of the request, and what you want with it

— do you have any specifics for the reader? male, female, blonde, poc, etc?

— PLEASE ACTUALLY SPECIFY WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR REQUEST!! ITS VERY HARD FOT ME TO WRITE SOMETHING THAT JUST SAYS "___ x reader (blank)" WITH NO FURTHER EXPLANATION! GIVE ME A PLOT IDEA! And if you want include a prompt you want in it!

WHAT I WILL WRITE:

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male, female, and gender neutral reader

or no reader, I do ships too!!

alternative universe: soulmates, coffee shop, roommates, royal, bookstore, fake relationship, coworkers, neighbors, flower shop, library, bodyguard, modern era, band/rockstar, celebrity, mermaid, pirate, teachers (you can also mix them in your request, like asking for bookstore and coffee shop au! if that makes sense)

Headcanons, one-shots, drabble, imagine, etc.

poly relationships, whether it be character x reader x character or character x character x character

angst

fluff

smut

WHAT I WONT WRITE:

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illegal ships (incest or underage)

dark or yandere

abuse

abortion

pregnancy

omega verse

someone having cancer

rape/sexual assault

canonically gay characters with fem identifying readers/characters, same thing with canonically lesbian characters with masc identifying readers/characters (platonically is fine, romantically isnt)

character list

bolded means they’re my favorite characters to write!

DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

TED LASSO

Ted Lasso, Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton

STRANGER THINGS

Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson

THE OUTSIDERS

Ponyboy Curtis, Johnny Cade, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Steve Randall, Twobit Matthews, Dallas Winston

MARVEL

Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Tobey, Andrew, Tom), Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff

[more to be added]

911 FOX

Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Howie Han

STAR WARS

Luke Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

[more to be added]

HARRY POTTER

— golden trio era

Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Draco Malfoy

— marauders era

Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

[If you want one of these characters, like Remus for example to be older like during the Harry Potter movies let me know!]

— legacy era

Sebastian Sallow, Amit Thakkar, Poppy Sweeting, Natsai Onai, Garreth Weasley, Ominis Gaunt

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Masterlist - 2023

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓤𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓕𝓲𝓬𝓼:

Fanfic Friday 4/28/23

A Rose By Any Other Name - George Weasley X Female (Slytherin/Sirius Black Daughter) Reader; fluff, slight angst

Vet Bills - John Wick X Female (Vet) Reader; fluff, mini angst

Party Games - Steve Rogers X Loki Odinson; fluff, slight angst, Pocky Challenge

Chocolate Surprise - Loki Odinson X Thranduil; fluff

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Alphabetical List -- Updated on 4/28/23 (newly added George Weasley, John Wick, Steve X Loki, and Loki X Thranduil Fics above and below)

Italics = I have already made fanfics on this character if you wanna read them

↑ My Fanfic Masterlist is located on my page, or click here "X Reader Masterlist" Or click on the fandom titles below for the specific Masterlist and/or Character

For Requesting Rules, click here "Request Rules" You may request as many times as you like, as long as you stay along the lines of the said rules above

(Here is a list of songs for characters that inspire me! "Songs"

(Requests Are Open!)

DC | Gotham - Bane (Hardy), Bruce Wayne (Bale), Bruce Wayne (Keaton), Bruce Wayne (Pattinson), Bruce Wayne (Val), Edward Nygma (Carrey), Jack (Heath) Joker, Jason Todd, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Gotham), Jonathan Crane (Murphy), Klarion Bleak, Maxwell Lord, Richard Grayson, Roman Sionis, Victor Zsasz

CR | Disney - Christopher Robin, Cruella de Vil, Ella (Cinderella 2015), Gaston LeGume (Beauty And The Beast 2017), Jasper Badun

Harry Potter - Cedric Diggory, Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Severus Snape

Kingsman - Eggsy Unwin, Hamish Mycroft (Merlin), Harry Hart, Jack Daniels

Marvel | X-Men - Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Charles Xavier, Eddie/Venom, Erik Killmonger, Everett Ross, Harry Osborn (TASM), Heimdall, Helmut Zemo, John Allerdyce, Johnny Storm, Kurt Wagner, Logan Howlett, Loki Odinson (Not the Series), M'Baku, Natasha Romanoff, Otto Octavius, Peter Maximoff, Peter Parker (Andrew), Peter Parker (Tobey), Peter Parker (Tom), Pietro Maximoff, Quentin Beck, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shang-Chi, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Vision, Wade Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Wenwu

Star Wars | The Mandalorian - Anakin Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Din Djarin, Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Rey

Stranger Things - Alexei Smirnoff, Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckey, Jim Hopper, Steve Harrington

The Hobbit / The Lord Of The Rings - Aragorn, Bilbo Baggins, Boromir, Dwalin, Elrond, Faramir, Fili, Kili, Haldir, Legolas Greenleaf, Pippin Took, Samwise Gamgee, Thorin Oakenshield, Thranduil

Pedro Pascal -

(Pedro Pascal Characters Masterlist) (Let me know if I should add any more)

Kingsman - Jack Daniels - Included/Merge Mansion - Tim Rockford/The Last Of Us - Joel Miller - Included/The Mandalorian - Din Djarin - Included/Wonder Woman 1984 - Maxwell Lord

Miscellaneous -

Assassin's Creed - Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Brothers Grimm - Jakob Grimm

BBC & Enola - Sherlock Holmes

Hell Boy - Red (Hellboy), Abe Sapien, and Agent John Myers

Encino Man - Linkavitch "Link" Chomofsky

George Of The Jungle - George

Ghostbusters (2016) - Jillian Holtzmann, Kevin Beckman

Indiana Jones - Indiana Jones

John Wick - John Wick

Jurassic Park - Ian Malcolm

Scooby Doo (2002) - Shaggy Rogers

The Last Of Us - Joel Miller

The Pirates Of The Caribbean - James Norrington, Hector Barbossa

The Phantom Of The Opera - Erik Destler

Uncharted 4 - Sam Drake, Rafe Adler

X-Files - Fox Mulder

(If you have any questions or suggestions, please feel free to let me know!)

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Blessing (Married!EbenezerXReader)

Hi. I'm new here. Nice to meet you. Oooohhhhh, boy I can't believe I've done this. Can't believe I've joined Tumblr; can't believe I've written this and have an idea for a whole story to go with it. I just cannot believe any of this.

To be honest, I knew it would happen. Once I heard that song and saw the animation and found out Luke Evans was going to play Scrooge, I knew if I watched the movie, something like this was bound to happen--especially when Scrooge sings and looks like that. I mean GOOD. NIGHT. (You cannot tell me this was not a deliberate decision. These people knew exactly what they were doing.) But how could I not watch it because: A) IT'S 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL' AND I LOVE 'A CHRISTMAS CAROL'--of course I had to watch it and see how it measured up to other versions. B) LUKE FRICKING EVANS. C) LUKE FRICKING EVANS SINGING. D) SILVER FOX SCROOGE VOICED BY LUKE EVANS. SINGING.

I knew what I was getting into--I knew it was dangerous. ... And I went for it. And I tried to stop the inevitable afterward, but it's the inevitable. There's no fighting it--there's only assimilate. So I assimilated. And here we are.

So, basically, overall, just really consider this like a teaser, I guess. Because the truth is I have a whole idea for a story behind this thing and after this thing, and this was just something that popped into my head that I had to get out and share to see what people thought. And, according to AO3, I won't get my invite until the 7th and I just can't wait that long. I'm so pathetic.

Basic synopsis for the story I'm planning: Reader insert, obviously. Takes place at least 6 months after the events of 'A Christmas Carol'. Jacob Marley actually had a daughter. (He married only to have an heir, never really felt anything for his wife, took a long time to have a kid, and, when they finally do, it's a girl--so he's not involved. [Because this Marley in particular seems like that type.]) Because her family is quite harsh, the mother flees to America with her daughter, and years later, early 20-something reader-daughter returns to London with a dead mother to bury in tow, meets and befriends Scrooge, and is pulled into her mother's very hoity-toity aristocratic family and everything that comes with that life. Reader, ultimately, can't go back to America (things...), but the only way she will be allowed to stay in the care of her mother's family (and presumably get whatever she might have inherited from her mother because no way Marley left her anything) she has to marry. Cue the gallant and handsome Ebenezer Scrooge to the rescue. (He's not what the family was thinking, but Reader is also not a high priority and Scrooge does have money and is of decent enough birth, so, eh, he'll do.) Yada, yada, yada, a marriage of convenience, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance, domestic fluff, and drama, a little spiciness, some heartbreak, and heart-mending, etc. Isabel at some point does make a return (whether she's widowed or still married, idk right now) hence the exchange we have in this thing. Let me know what you think. I'd be very interested in knowing if anyone would be interested in reading a story like this. In the meantime, enjoy this tiny little snippet of an idea.

Oh, yeah, btw, if I do this thing, and I put this back into the story, it will be much sadder. For reasons. I won't go into it now, but you can probably guess.

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Pairing: Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Warnings: FEELINGS, tears, declarations of love, fear of losing someone--just feelings. Oh, also kissing after influenza in Victorian London I guess? *shrugs* Probably not the wisest decision for a few reasons. Isabel may also not be shown in the best light here because of Reader's POV, but I assure you we do not hate Isabel here. She is so sweet and lovely, and I hope she really ended up as happy as she looked in that picture.

Summary: You have been extremely sick with influenza for a time. Finally, you come 'round. When you do, you are greeted by an overjoyed and emotional husband. Some romantic and fluffy sweetness ensues.

A/N: Lots of inspiration from Poldark here. I'd be lying if I said I'm not going to take lots more inspiration from it with the actual story if/when I write it. Also did not put Prudence in this in order to strictly focus on the main relationship, but you bet your bottom dollar she's going to be in the story. I love that mastiff. One of the best things they added to the movie, even though it doesn't actually make sense for Scrooge's character to have a pet.

Oh, and first-ever reader insert. Wish me luck!

Blessing

The mist was beginning to clear, the weights that pulled you down into the darkness becoming lighter and breaking away. You were coming fully into the light now--awakening, though you hadn’t truly been slumbering. After an eternity of unknowing, you were becoming aware again. Aware of the world; of the air you sucked into your aching windpipe and lungs; of the accursed dryness of your throat; of the dampness of sweat coating your body; of the weakness of your body and the heavy and hot softness that surrounded it. It was stuffy and uncomfortable.

With a groan, you tried to open your eyes just to see exactly what made you uncomfortable. You’d never known trying to open eyes could be so hard or make one so very tired. Eventually, you prevailed: And when you did, you found yourself blearily gazing out into a bright, blurry world. You groaned and squinted against the light, then slowly tried again. After a period, things became clearer and the light became less blinding, and you were able to finally look around.

You found yourself tucked deeply into your bed, covered by several blankets along with the heavy comforter. No wonder you were so hot. You tried to shift the blankets a bit, but they were quite heavy, and you still felt so weak, so you simply resigned yourself to their near-suffocating embrace for the moment. At least until you could find somebody to help you move them.

Your eyes slowly traveled around the room, taking things in, until they finally came to rest on a familiar figure at your bedside.

Ebenezer sat in a chair but was slumped over, half-laying on the mattress with his arms folded beneath his head. He was sleeping--snoring ever so slightly. He looked something of a mess; his steely hair mussed and muttonchops unkempt, his shirt collar askew, sleeves undid, and messily pushed and rolled up his arms. You could see prominent stubble on his chin and around his lips--too prominent for it to be his typical morning shadow.

You opened your mouth to speak, but found yourself unable to make any sound beyond a whisper of a croak. You licked your dry lips with an even dryer tongue and tried to swallow before attempting to speak again. A bit more of a crackle came out that time, but nothing loud enough to gain attention. Oh, bloody hell and vexation! Slowly, having to summon up what seemed all of your strength to do so, you slid a trembling hand across the mattress and reached out to thread shaking fingers into your husband’s hair. You ignored the greasy sensation of it. Ebenezer unshaven and unwashed? Just how much time had passed?

You gently began to stroke the man’s scalp and tug his hair, all the while still trying to speak his name. Each attempt earned you more of a sound coming from your throat. “Ebenezer…” you rasped, fighting to keep your eyes open. These little efforts put together were all wearing you out so quickly. “Ebenezer….”

The man stirred, snorting softly and groaning. Slowly he raised his head and blinked the sleep from his eyes before looking up at you. His sleep-blurred gaze lasted for a mere second before he came fully awake, slate-blue eyes widening in alarm. He stood up from his chair and moved to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning over to you, taking your hand that had been in his hair into one of his as he did so. With the other hand, he reached out and touched your sweaty brow then your cheek. “Y/N?” he murmured in some disbelief. “Y/N, darling, you’re awake!” His lips were pulling into an overjoyed, open-mouthed grin, his bushy, gray eyebrows crinkling his forehead as they shot toward the sky. Turning his head slightly, but never taking his gaze off you, he called over his shoulder. “Ida! Ida!”

It was mere seconds before your lady’s maid was rushing through the bedroom door, looking greatly concerned. “Yes, Mr. Scrooge?”

“Send for the Doctor!” your husband ordered, still gazing at you. “Quick as you can! She’s awake!”

“Right away, Sir!” With that, Ida vanished just as quickly as she’d arrived.

Focused solely on you now, Ebenezer scooted closer to you, cupping your cheek in his hand as he gazed into your face with such relief and joy you could see a thin sheen of tears in his eyes. He kissed the hand of yours he held. “Oh, my darling,” he crooned softly, stroking your cheekbone with a thumb. “Oh, my dearest, dearest darling!” He then leaned in and planted a kiss on your brow (obviously not caring about the sweat and whatever other disgustingness covered your skin) and kept up a frenzied shower of them all over your face before finally catching up your lips.

He immediately pulled away. “Water!” he exclaimed. “You’ll want water!” He let go of your hand and pulled away only long enough to reach over to the bedside table where a pitcher and glass sat. The man poured you a generous helping. “Here,” he said. “Drink. Slowly.” He helped you to sit up and lift the glass to your parched lips as he noticed how shaky your hands were. Ebenezer watched carefully as you gulped the liquid down. “That’s it, my love. Drink.”

It seemed to take forever to finish the glass, but you were so savagely thirsty you couldn’t bear the thought of stopping until the water was gone. When it was, you pushed the glass back to your husband. “More please,” you croaked, the water having loosened your voice.

Ebenezer did as you wished, filling the glass and helping you hold it yet again as you drank deeply that delicious, revitalizing fluid. There was about a quarter of a glass left when you finally felt you’d had your fill. “Thank you,” you gasped, allowing the man to take the glass away.

“Of course.” Once storing the glass, your husband turned back to you again, eyes gazing deeply into yours, concern mixing with the joy that sparkled there. Taking both of your small hands into one of his, he reached up with the other to brush the hair from your face and caress your cheek. “How are you feeling, my dear?” His eyes pulled from yours for a brief second to look you over, as if he’d be able to see anything that might be wrong or afflicting you.

The corners of your mouth twitched a bit, but you were simply too exhausted to smile. “Tired,” you sighed. “In need of a good bath. And a bit suffocated.” You looked pointedly at the mound of blankets atop you.

Easily picking up the message, your husband set about clearing off everything down to the comforter. “Better?”

“Much.” You leaned heavily back against the pillows and gazed wearily up at the man, who was back to holding your hands and stroking your hair. Now that he was awake and leaning over you, you could get a much better look at just how bedraggled the poor fellow was. Not only was he unwashed and unshaven, but his face also seemed to be much more lined than usual, making him look much more like the old man he claimed himself to be. His cheeks were more sunken in, and there were bags under his eyes and dark circles around them: He looked as if he hadn’t properly slept or eaten in weeks, never mind days! “Ebenezer…” you trailed off, not quite sure what to ask.

But your husband knew what you were wanting to know. He always knew. “You’ve been ill for quite some time, my love,” he answered quietly, smoothing back some flyaways from your forehead.

“How long?”

“Two weeks.” He smiled thinly, pain tinging his gaze. “You were touch and go there for a long stint.” His lips trembled and a tear crept past his long lashes to his cheek. He paid it no heed but blinked back against the sting of its siblings. “My worst nightmare--I was so afraid I would lose you. A time or two I thought I had.”

Your memory of the time he spoke of was all a blur; a blizzard of flashes of light and darkness; numbing mist and painful sharpness; muddled voices and snippets of conversation that were sometimes too soft to register and other times so loud your head had pounded. You couldn’t decipher what had been real and what had been hallucination. Your head had been swimming then, and as you thought back through it all, it wasn’t much better now. You could remember one thing though. One extremely painful thing: “I saw her,” you whispered.

Your husband gave an inquiring look. “You saw whom, Y/N?”

You gazed deep into his eyes as you felt an ache rise in your chest and tears prick at your eyes. “Her,” you repeated meaningfully. “Isabel. I saw her. And you…” your voice broke off. You swallowed hard and wrenched your gaze from his, finding it too painful to look at him as you continued. “She’d come to take you with her. And you went.” You took a shuddering breath, trying to control yourself. “I wanted to die, the pain hurt so.”

Ebenezer’s gaze softened in empathy. “Oh, darling,” he murmured. He squeezed your hands.

You looked back at him, vision swimming and tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks. Pulling one hand free of his grip, you wiped at them. “She wasn’t here, was she? Truly?” you quivered, sounding pathetically meek. “You didn’t go with her? She didn’t take you from me?

The man shook his head firmly. “No,” he stated. “No, Isabel wasn’t here. It was just a dream. Isabel didn’t take me.” He leaned in and pressed his forehead to yours, gazing into your e/c-hued eyes with all the sincerity and adoration in the world, and added with gentle finality, “And she never, ever will. I’m so, so, so sorry I ever made you feel you had to worry about such a thing, Dearest. You are, without a doubt, my greatest blessing, and the absolute love and light of my life, Y/N. I am yours and yours alone, mind, body, and soul, in this world and the next should I be granted the choice.”

Those words, that declaration of complete and utter love from the man you loved more than you thought any human being could love another human being, made your heart swell and fill your chest to the point you feared it might explode. You were most definitely crying now as you gazed up into those beloved slate-blue eyes. “I love you, Ebenezer Scrooge.” The words seemed feeble, far too feeble after the eloquent, soul-deep statements your husband had just made, but there was simply nothing else you could think of to say to explain your feelings.

Despite your insecurities over them, the words seemed to be more than enough for Ebenezer, for the man smiled lovingly and returned, “And I love you, Y/N Scrooge.” He brought up your left hand that he was holding and kissed the delicate and simple gold band on your finger before pressing your hand to his breast over his heart. “With my entire being.” With that, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss--a real, tender, lingering, devoted kiss.

You closed your eyes and melted into it. Slithering your free hand up, you slipped it around the nape of Ebenezer’s neck and loosely tangled it into his steel-toned locks, gently tugging him deeper into the kiss. He gratefully obliged. It was evident you’d both missed each other’s affections. That would have to be remedied in its entirety sometime soon, but not now. Not just yet. (Truly, you had no strength for such activities right now!) Right now it was more than enough for you to know that your husband was yours: “Yours and yours alone--mind body and soul,” as he’d stated. For to have a heart such as Ebenezer Scrooge’s for your very own--a scarred but beautiful heart that was so full of love and kindness and care and joy and passion--was truly the greatest blessing anyone could ever be given.

#ebenezer scrooge x reader #married couple #love declaration #scrooge 2022 #scrooge x you #scrooge fluff #married fluff #victorian england #probably don't kiss somebody right after they've been sick for weeks #seriously why'd they have to make him SO FINE #God help me #Youtube

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spacesurfing · 1 year

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Ma'am, may I please get a crumb of Luke fic 🥺 (maybe even a Dark Prince Luke fic?)

YES! YES YOU MAY! I HAVE MISSED WRITING SPECIFICALLY LUKE SO MUCH!!

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The Redress

Imperial Prince!Luke Skywalker x Reader Fluff

Summary: Your past wedding wasn't enough for him, the way it happened and the scene you were in. He needed more, he wanted you to have more.

Warnings: fluffff, suggestive tone in one piece of dialogue

GIF NOT MINE!!

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"What's troubling you?" you asked, placing your fork down, handle against the edge of your plate with pasta still rolled around the bottom of the forked edges.

Your dress billowed off your arms, the close to transparent fabric dyed a deep, royal blue, same as the ones that flowed over the black silk underneath it, torso a solid black color with embroidered golden edges.

Luke had handpicked your gown, chose the restaurant you sat at accordingly to you, the prettiest scenery in the open air balcony. And he picked the prettiest place to stay, a cottage in his family name, two stories tall and cozy. It was secure in the woods alone, forests only packed with deer, wild foxes, birds, tame animals.

The lush forest of Batuu, accompanied with a village outside of the secluded foliage helped him finalize his idea. He knew the way you were, the way you wanted cozy and quiet, but not completely alone. Much different from his father, he learned to respect your never-ending want to see life and watch things, and others, grow.

You were the soft part of the Empire, as his dad put it. But everything evil had a soft spot. And everything Luke was made of didn't allow him to hide his own - being you.

He sighed and planted his elbow on the table, resting his cleft chin on his hand and let his index finger run across the scar that trailed over his lips. A bad habit he developed when he got nervous.

"I want to speak to you about something. It's very last minute, and you might not be ready for something like this and-"

You interrupted him, "Did the Emperor want a heir already?"

"I- No!" Luke said, blushing intensely, something you didn't see too often, "No, I want to.. correct our wedding. I want to do it our way. Well- technically it would be my way but you've spoken about your ideal wedding before. I just want you to be happy with it. Happier."

You looked at him with pure shock. You'd remembered the pain that went through your heart one day when your mind started running a million miles and hour. And when Luke had sensed it, sniffed it out and hunted you down to ask what could be wrong, you'd confessed to him. You confessed that you wanted something more real, where you could actually feel the wind billow in your hair and your dress. And so you could feel like you weren't being watched.

You wanted it to be you and him. In a secluded place with high trees and friendly animals and plants surrounding you. You told him you wanted something beautiful, something original. And he would do anything to make his beloved princess happy.

And he had just made you so happy, knowing that the event would be happening soon. Knowing that he meant this place. It was mid-day, and maybe that's why he had taken you to eat so early on. Everyone would be settling in a few hours, leaving the trees near your cottage alone for good that day.

You had never interrogated Luke on who he talked to, but you should've known when you'd overheard him ask for Sarah, the woman who ran all of your wardrobe decisions with yourself and Luke included, that he had a plan unfolding.

Your heart skipped a beat. Of course Luke listened to you, you should've known he would. He never settled for hearing you say you wanted something. He would only settle if you had it. His determination made you soften inside.

"Really? When is it? Is it soon?" you asked, face lit up with interest, watching your whole self begin to smile.

Luke laughed at the way your eyes locked onto his own, watching him like he created every planet, every sun and every moon. Like he created every star and starship in the sky.

"When do you want it to happen, we are here for a few days, you can have control over our plans from here on, my dove," he spoke evenly, lifting his head from his hand and letting it rest on the table, waiting for yours to rest intertwined with his own.

You rested your hand in his and watched your grin become contagious.

"Would you- Can we do it today? Would you want to do it today?" you asked, hoping that if he were to say anything, it would not be a no. Your heart took a pause before you saw something flicker in his crystalline blue eyes, spiked deeper shades in the irises.

His eyes had softened, "I was hoping you would say something like that."

His hand reached up to brush hair behind your ear, running the side of his finger over the cartilage and flitting over your jawline, "Maker, I will forever muse over how gorgeous you are. When they told me about you, how you were the most beautiful girl on Tatooine I almost laughed because I didn't think it was possible. And when I saw you, I wanted to laugh harder because you were the most beautiful girl in the galaxy. It was ridiculous how they could undermine your beauty."

You felt your cheeks start to hurt, so tensed from the smile that you couldn't seem to swipe away. You wished there was a way to describe how it felt like you were swallowing down your pulse, how your head felt like it was being turned inside out , wrung out like a wash-cloth. And the way your muscles seemed to warm with a want to reach over and kiss him.

You kissed his finger, grabbing his hand to kiss each and every one of them. Fading into reality, you looked around the empty balcony before resuming to your food, flashing your lover a quick smile.

And once again. It was a contagious smile.

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You slipped the dress on, your gut clenching with guilt at the fact that outside, the dress could collect dirt from the hardened ground. But when you called to Luke to tell him that, he only brushed off your concern and assured you that the Empire has cleaned worse.

You had flats on, easier to walk in. And seeing them didn't matter much because Luke would be the only eyes. You had left your hair down, treating it a way you so pleased. And then you took a moment, looking at yourself in the full-body mirror set in the cottage. You looked... gorgeous, even to yourself. You felt tears well up in your eyes and you felt the urge to rush to Luke, who was outside the door.

How many times had you truly felt this... pretty? You can't recall, all you can recall is the fact that you hadn't felt this way in that cold, holoprojected room with its holoprojected walls and its holoprojected wind.

You hated being in that room, where Vader could watch his son get married to a bride from a planet that he used to reside. In the place that wasn't truly real, just a video on a wall. You didn't want to pretend to get married on that stone ledge on Naboo. You wanted to get married here, alone with your lover.

You stepped outside into the pouring rays of light. Planets seemed the brightest when the sun was setting, pulled streaks of yellow bursting through the trees like they had something to say to you. And they must've been speaking to Luke. Because when you turned your head to him, he almost looked entranced.

You see the gold light flashing over his back, wrapping him in this warm glow that you'd never seen him in. And he's gorgeous. He's so fucking gorgeous, awestruck like he was watching a goddess float down from the heavens above, bringing this halo down with her. And the halo hugged him, wrapping around his waist and his arms and embracing his legs like they begged to be worshipped. The way his scar was brightened, in the shadow but still clearer than it's ever been. It made him even more the handsome.

How was he allowed to be so perfect? How was he allowed to love you when his flaws made him even more perfect?

You made your way towards him without even commanding your feet to move, body begging you to touch him, see him up close, make sure he was real.

"Y/n," he spoke, voice cracking off at the end. Luke wasn't one to say your name a lot, he loved the pet names that he gave you and he loved the way you reacted to them with warmth.

His eyes sparkled with the call of your name, shining this bright blue that seemed like it could cut glass, scar others. But to you, oh to you they traced the contours of your face with their sharp edges. They shred your hair into the tiny strands they were and watch it flow with grace. Luke's eyes were shallow pools, ones that narrowed into a lake when his enemies threatened him.

And to him, you were the hard push of winds, shoving sand at him. Only when you were with him did that blue become so shallow, collect so much surface.

You neared him, smiling so widely, grabbing him by the forearms. The texture of his sleeves underneath your finger reminded you of his status. Of how important he truly was. Yes, he had always been important to you, but he was important to so many more people. He was important to his father, to his legacy, to the Empire.

But in his eyes, you only saw your own reflection.

"Luke," you slid your hands down his arms, gliding over the delicate cuffs and clutched his hands in yours. You felt bare skin against your own, a fact that made you beam with joy. His fingernails were cut down and manicured, hands smooth even through all the callouses that the lightsaber hilt should have applied.

"You look gorgeous," he whispered. His voice was gentle, like you'd disappear if his tone had raised. You left out an equally as gentle laugh puff out of your lungs, feeling your face warm at his compliment. He had never failed at making you blush.

You opened your eyes, seeing his cheeks dusted pink, scar crinkling with his skin as he let his smile shine, straight teeth blaring the color white.

You leaned in, kissing the cleft in his chin twice, looking up at him from such a close angle almost didn't allow you to see him through your eyelashes at all. But you knew that this was the reason. The reason why you loved him so much because of this close perspective of the man you had already married so many months ago. He was someone that brought genuine safety to you, even when he was angry he always made you feel comfortable. When you were this close, being able to inhale his exhales, you knew you could truly never be safer. He was where you belonged and felt comfortable with.

"I swear to you, my whole lifeline, my star that shines through the night, that if there was another life that I couldn't live with you, I'd hate it. You are what I fight to keep, what I fight to protect. As... cruel as it may sound, to me there are no lives I fight for if they aren't your own. If anything were to happen to you, I do not know what I would do," he spoke, holding your hands tightly, "My future is clear to me where we stand. If anything were to happen, if you wanted something more, or something less, I'd leave the Empire to give that life to you. If you begged me to stay here, or to not return to the Death Star, I wouldn't deny you."

You leaned up to press your forehead to his. His hair tickled you, a fresh smile on your face.

"Oh Luke," you said. He opened his eyes, looking at you with something like childish wonder. The way you said his name so softly always sent him spiraling.

"I had often heard your name on Tattooine. It was a small town where a lot of word got around. Divorces, marriages, pregnancies, new hires, it always spread fast. And the Empire spread faster. When they had said that the Emperor found his son, that he was handsome and powerful, all the girls gushed over you. And I'll admit, I was jealous I would never be able to grab your attention like they could have."

Luke pressed a kiss to your lips, "I assure you, you outshine every face I've seen."

You giggled, "But- But I remember when that hysteria went away and everyone started looking at the people around them. I was with this boy, and he treated me the best someone could get on that sandy planet; he apologized when he felt like it, he left when he wanted to and he argued with me only to shut down every opinion I had. And I thought that's how life was meant to be. I thought that loving meant to listen and wait. But you've made me realize- there is so much more. You are so much more than I ever could have wanted. I love you, Luke Skywalker. I love you."

Your prince, ever so stoic, ever so elegant. Ever so respected. Yet he melted in your hands, at your words. He removed his hands from yours and planted them on your face before kissing you passionately, lips molding in a kiss so fervent that the ground around you wanted to shake.

I love you. His response echoed through the caverns of you mind.

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