The Summer I Betrayed My Sister

“the summer i betrayed my sister”

pov: you’re bellys hotter sister and she found out you hooked up with conrad.

“you hooked up with Conrad didn’t you y/n” my sister yelled bursting into my room, I could tell she’d been crying because her eyes were red and she looked puffy.

“belly what are talking about.?” i felt my stomach sink, she knew? but how. all i could do was pretend so i let out a dry laugh.

“i know you slept with Conrad” belly looked at me like i had just shot her in the heart.

“belly- i didn’t“ I was at a loss for words. nothing i could do would fix my mistake. it was irreversible.

“i always knew you were a liar but i never thought my sister was a whore” she yelled loud enough for the whole world to hear.

my tears began to fall. “we both were drunk and sad it meant nothing” she slapped me hard it stung. she ran into the kitchen where my mom was and i followed. before i could stop her belly declared my business out for everyone to hear.

“your perfect y/n isn’t as pure as you thought because she slept with Conrad….” my mom stopped mixing the batter and her face turned a pale white. steven glared at conrad and conrad looked as shocked as i was.

before my mom or susannah could say a word belly took out her phone and showed a photo of me leaving conrads room last night without my top on. Jeremiah…. It had to have been him. he told belly.

“she’s a slut. she couldn’t even keep her hands off conrad- even though she already had Jeremiah wrapped around her fingers”

conrad got up off the couch, my tears fell and all i felt i could do was run. so run i did.

“y/n/n wait” he grabbed his car keys and ran after me.

he grabbed my hand and kissed me and i kissed back, i had nothing left to lose. “let’s go somewhere before steven and jeremiah find us”

THE VOID

Anthony Bridgerton x Female Reader

saw an edit of alicent with static by steve lacy and got inspired . “hope u find peace for yourself”

you’ve known anthony since you were fourteen, back then you used to fawn over him but he only saw you as elosie’s best friend but that all changed when you had been named the diamond of the season, he now saw you as a potential match. a potential bride.

eloise told you how much she hated that you and anthony were courting. she told you that she’d never speak to you again if you married anthony, so you were acting dumb so he wouldn’t be interested but when your father caught on to your scheme he beat you for how you acted in front of anthony.

so to avoid anymore punishment you acted on your best behavior. anthony danced with you thrice and promenaded with you a couple times and that was enough for him to propose. after he asked your father for your hand, he asked you in front of both of your families. in front of his mother and his siblings and your father and uncle. you said yes because you knew if you said no your father would be livid.

you’re only eighteen years old and he is one and thirty so you didn’t really have much in common other than you both liked to read and you both hated losing in pall mall but he was decent to you. he gave you a huge allowance so you’d go shopping if you got bored.which was very often. after your honeymoon you took up the role of the lady in the house, dowager bridgerton moved to another home close by with eloise, francesca and gregory. though you and anthony told them that they could stay they left to give you guys space. well almost everyone.

hyacinth stayed because she “liked the room she has already and she had no need to move”. so it was the three of you most of the time, she became kind of like a friend to you even tho she was only twelve. you wouldn’t call yourself her mother figure because she already had a great mother who was only a few houses down but you knew she looked up to you. you and hyacinth would go gown shopping and would go for strolls in the park. that was the only time you felt joy. anthony would barely speak to you. you didn’t share a room with him. you two would only have sex twice every month so you could try to produce heirs.

dinners were quite. silence only broke if hyacinth spoke. after a while you gave birth to edmund jack bridgerton, so your days were less boring. you’d spend most days with baby edmund and hyacinth. once in a while daphne and violet would visit you. eloise would only speak to you if it was necessary. she called you “lady bridgerton” or “viscountess bridgerton”. most days you cried yourself to sleep.

you felt empty. you missed the girl you used to be. lady y/n was free and fun whilst viscountess bridgerton was a bore and trapped. you had finally had enough when lady whistledown called you a broodmare. a horse who’s only purpose was to breed. you were hurt because it was true.

THIS ATE- I literally screamed 😩

𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 • dark!bruce wayne x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 • you know your best friend well enough to know that he's keeping a secret from you, you just can't figure out what— or why. but you're about to learn a lot of new things about him that you never could've imagined.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 • 4.5k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 • this is a DARK fic!! (noncon, slightly yandere, slightly soft!dark), smut (unwanted creampie and very slight breeding kink?), NO spoilers for the batman 2022 in this plot!!, some angst, a knife but nobody gets hurt, unrequited love (or IS IT?!), emo bruce is emo

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝

Your best friend had been acting strangely for some time now.

Though it was nothing new to see Bruce being sort of skulky and mopey— that was typical of the last twenty years without his parents— he usually wasn’t so avoidant, or hard to reach. You’d been so close your whole lives, ‘peas in a pod’ as Martha Wayne used to say, and up until somewhat recently, you saw him almost every day.

At first it was subtle, he told you he was just a little bit busier and you didn’t think much of it, you saw him less and less— and you figured it was a phase. It was May when you noticed, suddenly, that you hadn’t seen him in a week, and you couldn’t remember if that had ever happened before. By August, you realized this ‘phase’ had been much closer to indefinite than you originally expected; in September, he stood you up after agreeing to be your (platonic, obviously) date to a charity gala.

So, you were pretty done with his shit by October, when he left you on read after you inquired about holiday plans— because you always spent Thanksgiving and Christmas together, and you needed to start figuring out if you should host something at your place or if he was going to want you two to do something by yourselves.

Only a week later, you spotted him at an auction, not that you were too surprised to see him: you specifically attended because you knew he’d be there, considering a painting by Degas— which up until a few days ago hung in the parlor at Wayne tower— was on sale. For quite some time, Bruce had basically left the entire tower untouched, its gothic interior more and more like a mausoleum each day as he kept everything exactly how his parents had left it. It was a recent development that he had begun to donate old belongings and heirlooms, though you could tell from what you’d seen that he was getting rid of the stuff he’d never cared for much in the first place; he hated that Degas, he thought it was a blurry orange mess that your average kindergarten finger-painter could outclass. Honestly, you were happy he was taking control of the space, allowing himself to decide what he wanted to see in his own home every day— and the money bid on the painting would go to a fabulous cause, you just wished you didn’t have to keep tabs on him like this for only a stolen moment alone.

Quite literally stolen, actually, since he started avoiding you as soon as he spotted you at the event: you kept trying to find a good way to get to him, but then as the bidding began, he got up from his seat and started to leave. You got up to follow, and he moved faster. The bastard was literally just going to outrun you! Not about to let him get away that easy, you went backwards— around the auction room into the hallway he’d have to cross to leave. Apparently when Bruce Wayne was dodging your calls, you literally had to ambush him: you hid behind a pillar and waited for him to jog by to grab him by the sleeve and drag him into the shadows.

He yelped slightly, jerking his arm out of your grasp but trapped again by your fist snatching his lapel.

“What gives?” you hissed.

“I— I have to go,” he insisted.

“No,” you snapped. “You need to talk to me. If I’ve done something wrong, just tell me— but I’m worried about you and I need to know that you’re okay.”

“Why?” he dodged.

“I’m not letting you leave until you tell me that you’re okay.”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled unconvincingly, and you deflated, anger sizzling out into sadness. You dropped his lapel and he relaxed slightly.

“Stop pushing me away, Bruce, please,” you breathed. “I miss you.”

He stayed stoic— of course he did— and just glanced down.

“Whatever’s going on,” you assured, “you can tell me. And if you can’t yet, that’s okay— you can tell me that, and I’ll wait. Just let me in, just a little bit? Please?”

His gaze darted around, and you reached up to rest your fingers on his jaw; that seemed to startle him slightly, but it got his attention, and you held his face to keep him looking at yours.

“Look at me,” you whispered. “It’s me, okay? Whatever it is, you’re not gonna scare me away— I’m just scared that you’re shutting me out.”

He blinked, sinking his shoulders down a bit, and exhaling sharply through his nose. “Okay,” he said softly. “You’re right, I’m sorry… we’ll talk tomorrow— come over for dinner.”

“Great,” you smiled.

“I may not be able to tell you everything, right now,” he warned.

“That’s okay,” you assured, “we can just start with ironing out Thanksgiving plans.”

He smiled, barely— for a normal person, it wouldn’t mean much, but for him it was a pretty massive expression of emotion and it soothed you greatly. It wasn’t like you’d never seen him laugh until he snorted and had tears in his eyes, it’s just that you hadn’t seen him like that in probably years now. You missed those glimpses of his joy so much; you hoped this was the beginning of a return to normalcy for the two of you, and you’d have a chance to make him happy like that again.

“Now go,” you offered, stepping back a bit, “do whatever mysterious thing you need to go do.”

He gave you a quick kiss on your temple before he departed, hands stuffed into his pockets and hair already starting to fall out of the style he’d gelled it into. You watched him leave, soothed at the idea you would get your best friend back soon.

~

You glanced at the clock, again, wondering if time was standing still somehow. It was almost 9 last time you checked, and now it was still only 8:59.

Either way, it was pretty late to still be alone at the dining table when Bruce had told you to come for dinner at 7. You toyed with the bracelet around your wrist; you’d dressed pretty nice, maybe a little too nice, because it felt like you were celebrating something. Now it just made you feel even more foolish for being here by yourself.

Alfred had checked in on you a few times, each visit less optimistic than the last, and he appeared once more with a sympathetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry, dear,” he sighed, “but Mr. Wayne will likely not return in time for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, that’s alright,” you shrugged, “sorta saw it coming.”

“I can bring a car around for you?”

“Oh— no, I’ll wait,” you smiled. Alfred wrinkled his eyebrows together. “He’ll be back sometime tonight, won’t he? I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

His eyes darted around— you knew him well, he was looking for an excuse to get you to leave. Why didn’t he want you here? You were more sure than ever that Bruce had been hiding something from you by being absent for these months.

“I’m sure you have plenty to do,” you waved your hand, “I won’t keep you— you certainly don’t need to entertain me. I’ll make a visit to the library, explore a bit, and you can find me when Bruce is back, hm?”

Alfred cleared his throat. “Alright,” he decided.

When he was finally gone, you slipped out of the kitchen— but instead of going to the library, you wandered the halls much more aimlessly. Maybe you just hoped you’d find something to explain Bruce’s bizarre demeanor of late, maybe you were just killing time. He had replaced the Degas he sold at the auction with a new painting, a much more modern one you didn’t recognize; darker, abstract, a little creepy. Much more his style, certainly.

You tinkered on the piano in the parlor, admiring the view of Gotham from the window— yes, this city was filthy in a literal and metaphysical sense, but it was home, and you thought it was beautiful. There was a light mist in the air, not the heavy rain you got so often out here, and it made all the lights sparkle that much more in the deep blue night.

The distant sound of music, coming from one of the floors below, made you stop playing. It took a few moments for you to recognize the tune when it was so muffled, but the echo of the bass was familiar; Nirvana. Bruce must be home. You smirked to yourself… he was rather predictable.

You heard a door slam down the hallway, and you figured it had to be Bruce, because none of the staff would be so careless. Heavy steps started to move down across the creaky floorboards, and you silently leaned back on the bench— yes, just a few moments later, Bruce skulked by. He was wearing jeans and a baggy black t-shirt, but that didn’t give you much clue what he’d been doing since that was what he changed into the second he got home from any event that required anything nicer to be worn.

He didn’t seem to notice you, having forgotten you would be here tonight (you assumed) and not noticing you in the shadows. You thought you might just watch him until he noticed, but then you caught a glimpse of his face.

“Woah,” you chuckled, and he jumped, turning to look at you with wide eyes. “Did you just get back from a rager or something?”

“Huh?” he mumbled.

“The makeup,” you pointed to his face, and his hand shot up to wipe around his eyes. “Kinda lost control of the smoky eye, eh?”

You cringed when he started to rub his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Woah woah, hey, that’s not how you get that off,” you corrected, standing up and coming closer to grab his arm and guide it away from his face. Of course, you felt a lot more muscle under your touch than you expected; you cleared your throat as he looked down at you, eyes red from the irritation. “Let me help you, man, I’ve got micellar water in my purse.”

So yeah, that was how you ended up with cotton balls pinched between your fingers and thumb, carefully wiping the black off from around his eyes. The cleanser got the job done, but the application was so heavy that you had to go in a few times just to get it all— plus the grey-ish watery residue left behind each time you smeared a used cotton ball around.

“And then just a damp washcloth to get off the extra,” you explained under your breath as you wiped his face gently.

He looked up at you between strokes of the fabric over his face, his blue eyes especially striking when they were examining you so closely. “Why are you good to me?” he asked quietly, suddenly.

The question took you aback; it seemed so obvious that you weren’t even sure how to answer it, and at the same time it made you feel all vulnerable and warm. “I— I love you,” you insisted, “of course. Bruce, we’ve been friends longer than I can remember.”

Of course, this was not the first time you had told him that you loved him. It was also not the first time you said it somewhat strategically, so he wouldn’t realize your love for him was far greater than it was supposed to be; that being ‘friends forever’ was a compromise for you, the thing that made you happiest and broke your heart all at once.

“Gotta be careful going out to seedy parties at this hour,” you smirked awkwardly, “that’s when the bat-freak goes out and beats up random citizens. Watch your step.”

You slipped down off the bathroom counter, grabbing the used cotton balls from the edge and chucking them into a wastebin. You could feel his stare on the back of your neck; you even saw him looking at you when you checked the mirror in your peripheral vision.

“I mean, you’re not as poor and desperate as his usual fare,” you joked, “but still— watch out.”

“I’ll try,” he offered plainly after clearing his throat. “I’m sorry I missed dinner.”

You turned around and looked at him again, offering your best shrug and smile. “It’s okay. I just miss you, Bruce— I don’t understand what you’re going through.”

He looked down. “I know you don’t.”

You sighed and stepped closer, so he’d have to look down at you. “Give me a chance to try,” you pleaded. “Whatever it is— you don’t need to hide anything from me, okay? You can’t scare me away.”

He started to chew the inside of his cheek— he was thinking. And that was a good thing, it meant he was thinking about whether or not he could be honest with you. You just needed to convince him that he could be.

“C’mon, Bruce, it’s me!” you smiled. “It’s us— it’s always been us, nothing could change that.”

“You’d be surprised,” he challenged.

“I just want you back,” you sighed, “all of you.”

When he looked in your eyes, it was like he saw right through you; before he even said anything, you knew that he knew. “When you say that you love me,” he interrogated softly, “what do you mean?”

You tried to step back, but he grabbed your arm— not too hard, but… hard, still. “I…” you breathed.

“What way do you love me?” he demanded.

“The— the way that’s forever,” you offered.

“Don’t avoid the question,” he instructed. “Just tell me what you really mean when you say that.”

“I mean,” you began, looking off to the side because looking straight up at him would be too difficult, “that— that you’re my best friend. And I want you to be happy more than anything, and I… think about you, when we’re not together. And I don’t want you to be alone. Unless you want to be, but— but if you don’t, I just want to love you however you want me to.”

After he said nothing for a moment, you looked up at him again, and found his expression infuriatingly unreadable. “Come back tomorrow night,” he decided. “Late. Alfred will call and tell you when to come— and I’ll tell you everything.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Of course,” he nodded, “because I love you, too.”

He didn’t say what way he meant it— but you felt it in his stare, in his hand on your shoulders, in the weight of his words. And you not only hoped, but really believed, that he might love you the way you meant it.

~

You threw on a dress and rushed to the tower when you got Alfred’s call, even though it was almost midnight… you weren’t going to be able to sleep tonight regardless. There was something difficult to describe in his expression when you saw him inside the tower. “Good evening,” you greeted, waiting for the resolution to the strange energy in the air.

“Mr. Wayne has asked me to take you to another part of the tower,” he explained, “where you can wait for him to return.”

“O…kay…” you agreed, confused but sort of indifferent. He took you to the lowest floor of the tower— the garage, which seemed like an incredibly strange place for you to wait for Bruce. It was stranger, even, when the elevator doors opened and you realized this was not at all the place you thought it was. “Wh—?” you started to ask as you stepped into the dimly-lit room, filled with things you didn’t recognize. There was a computer, itself surrounded by devices you’d never seen before, and clippings from newspapers— and journals, writing scrawled here and there all over everything. You knew Bruce’s handwriting, but none of these words made any sense coming from him. Among the menagerie of random, yet disconcerting, items was a knife: not like a kitchen knife or switchblade, it had a mechanical piece like it was meant to be attached to something. What was something like this doing in what used to be the Wayne Tower garage?

You heard the elevator door close, and you spun around to see the lift start to move— Alfred had left you rather unceremoniously. And you felt, in that moment, the only thing worse than feeling alone…

Not feeling alone.

You looked over your shoulder, turning slowly; your heart started to race as you looked into the shadows. Even though you prayed not to see anything, you still couldn’t look away. Embarrassingly, your knees almost buckled and you nearly crumpled onto the floor when a towering figure stepped out of the shadows. The points at the top of his head gave him away: the Batman. The caped crusader; the most prolific dealer of assault & battery to never see a day behind bars.

So, not really somebody you wanted to run into tonight.

At first, your instinct was that he was here to attack Bruce, though you couldn’t imagine why; but the way he was looking at you made you wonder how far he was willing to go to silence you— or if, somehow, he was here for you.

You grabbed for the knife beside you on the desk, but he was on you before you could even lift it in the air completely— he shoved you back into the wall as you whined, holding your wrist so tight you were forced to drop the blade. It clattered to the floor as you choked out a sob.

You waited for him to do whatever it was he wanted to do to you— because you knew you couldn’t stop him. Nothing happened; you waited for him to say something, then, but he said nothing. You were forced to soften your face from the perpetual wince of terror, so you could turn to look up at him and hopefully see why he hadn’t done anything.

Afraid to look at his masked face right away, your eyes lingered on his armored chest first, and the metallic symbol embedded in the center of it. Carefully, you moved your gaze higher and higher, finally finding the strength to meet his stare. It took you longer than it should have for you to realize, when you looked into his eyes. Well, that’s not entirely true: you realized instantly, you would know those eyes anywhere. It’s just that it took you a little too long to let yourself believe it.

He must’ve realized he would need to force you to accept the truth literally staring you in the face. He reached up— and no, you didn’t use the opportunity to try to run because it would’ve been useless anyways, and you were petrified in fear and morbid curiosity— and removed the mask from his head.

“No,” you said under your breath, because you couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Yes,” he insisted.

“I— this— you—” you started over and over again. “Oh, Bruce, what have you done!”

“What I had to,” he answered.

“What you do— it isn’t right,” you implored, “those people—”

“They’re not good people.”

“They have rights!”

“You love me,” he reminded you.

“I don’t even know you,” you denied, finally finding the willpower to walk away— but he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back again, keeping you still as your eyes watered.

“You said you wanted me,” he sneered. “All of me. This is who I am.”

“N-no it’s not,” you denied, “you would never hurt anyone, Bruce.”

“I hurt a lot of people.”

“But you’d never hurt me,” you whispered shakily. “You’d never hurt me…” you repeated, not sure who you were trying to convince by saying it.

“Not if I didn’t have to,” he responded eventually. You turned your head and he instantly grabbed your jaw, much too hard, with a gloved hand; you gasped and whimpered as he forced you to turn your face back towards him, wrenching your chin up. “Look at me,” he growled.

You bit your lip to stop it from shaking, staring straight into his eyes— they were so much darker now, and not just because of the black smears around them. “Bruce, you’re scaring me,” you mumbled nervously.

“Fear,” he replied flatly, “is a tool.”

In one swift motion, he swept aside most of the scattered papers and items from the desk and pushed you to bend down over it; you sobbed as you felt his grip tighten on the back of your neck and his other, gloved hand run over your back slowly.

“I knew you’d be afraid of me,” he admitted, “but you begged me to tell you. And now you know.”

His hand departed from your body for only a moment, and with your face turned to the side and your cheek pressed to the cool surface beneath you, you could just barely make out on the edges of your vision Bruce bringing his hand to his mouth to pull off his glove with his teeth.

You gasped at the feeling of his bare touch, reaching down to brush over your thigh just below the hem of your dress and slowly moving up.

“Bruce, stop,” you whispered.

“This is what you wanted,” he replied quietly. “This is what I wanted, too, but I knew you couldn’t understand. Now I realize that doesn’t really matter.”

You shivered when he lifted the skirt of your dress up over your back, revealing your panties; your face burned so hot it heated up the metal desk beneath you. You'd worn nice ones just in case tonight went well… this wasn't what you had in mind.

He made a low noise, like a deep, sustained hum, as he reached up and carefully pulled down the waistband of your underwear. You whimpered as the fabric dragged along your skin, feeling yourself become more and more exposed.

"Don't— don't do this," you began to bargain. "I'll just… I'll just go and I won't tell anyone and—"

"Is that what you think I want?" he sighed. "For you to leave? I'm so tired of being alone… you can't leave. I'm never letting you leave."

You panted anxiously, hardly believing this was Bruce, your Bruce, rubbing your bare hips and kicking your legs apart.

“Please, please,” you sobbed weakly.

“Shh, hey,” he soothed, “I won’t hurt you, it’s not going to hurt. It’ll feel good, you know why?”

He leaned in closer, so close that his lips brushed against your ear when he spoke. You felt the head of his cock poke at your opening and you whined.

“Because we’re made for each other.”

In one strong, quick stroke he filled you; you bit down hard on your lip and held back the cry that threatened to break from your throat. He let out a low moan, so deep that the bass of it made a chill run up your spine, and carefully began to move.

You were wet, way more than you should’ve been in a time like this, and you knew it was because of the fear rather than in spite of it. Fear is a tool. He was right after all. At least your arousal eased the pain a little… just not the pain in your heart, unfortunately.

He held your hips tightly for leverage, but the desk beneath you still scraped against the concrete floor cacophonously with every thrust. Yes, you'd wanted Bruce this way for some time— but not like this, of course. You wanted him to make love to you; he was treating you like a means to an end now, he was forcing you to accept every part of him in a much more literal sense than you wanted to believe.

This was clearly, to him, about making you understand that Bruce Wayne is the Batman, an alter ego of sorts. But to you it was about realizing that neither of them were who you thought they were.

When he held your arms tighter, guiding them under your chest and wrapping you up in his embrace, you realized you’d never felt so trapped before. He kissed your neck, and you hated that your back arched at the feeling even though you longed for the strength to squirm away.

“You love me,” he whispered again. “Don’t you? Tell me you love me.”

“Stop,” you choked, whining as his grip on your wrists tightened painfully.

“Don’t make me ask you twice,” he warned.

“I love you,” you whimpered. “I— I love you, Bruce. You… you’re hurting me.”

“Sometimes love hurts,” he explained nonchalantly. “All the most important love hurts.”

Unfortunately, you knew he was right about that; loving him all this time had hurt, in its own way, but never like this. Maybe this was just the cost of him loving you back.

“You said you’d love me however I wanted you to,” he remembered. “This is how I want you to love me. Bent over.”

Crying harder, your breathing got shakier and less useful— his weight sinking into you didn’t help with that, either. He wouldn’t suffocate you right here in this basement, right?

“Can you do that?”

You nodded, and sputtered when he started to fuck you faster. His breathing was hot and heavy against your skin, his hair was falling down around his face and tickling your cheek.

“This is what I need from you,” he explained. “I think you need this, too. I’m gonna give you what you need okay, just… hold still…”

You didn’t realize what he meant until a string of low groans filled your ears and you felt a throbbing inside you that wasn’t your own.

“No, n-not inside,” you gasped, “Bruce, wait—”

“You can’t leave,” he simply repeated, “I can’t let you leave…”

“Please,” you sobbed, “please—!”

It was too late to beg, or to struggle against his tight hold on you, or to cry when he bit down on your neck— but you did all three, just because you couldn’t do much of anything else.

He sighed as a dull warmth radiated from your core; you could feel his come starting to leak out and run down your thighs and you thought you might be sick. His weight was already crushing you, but when he relaxed and sunk down further, you honestly got the wind knocked out of you. “Bruce,” you croaked out, and he seemed to get the message because he pulled you back with him as he slowly lowered to the floor— and so you were held tightly to his chest and stuck in his lap while he leaned back against the wall.

You tried to move so he wouldn’t be inside you anymore, but he quickly grabbed your hips to keep them still. “Shh,” he soothed, “just keep me warm for a while, okay?”

You didn’t answer: agreement was moot, denial was futile.

“I love you too,” he breathed, eyes falling shut as he caught his breath, “by the way.”

“I hope your happy…… but don’t be happier ”

| six years later enola comes back to england to confess her love to tewksbury only to find out tewksbury is married with children |

unedited cus i wrote this at 3:33 am

based on oliva rodrigos song

she was nervous to knock on the door of the man she loved the man she hadn’t seen in six years. when she left london she stopped contact with the then seventeen year old marquess. she knocked on the door and a servant answered and bowed this servant had recognized her and let her in without any trouble

she walked into the huge mansion and looked around it was different some of the landscape paintings were replaced with portraits of a women and her children. the servant went to go inform tewksbury of her presence. enolas heart was beating so incredibly fast

the servant showed enola to tewksburys study that’s were she remembered him spending his time, they used to sit and there and solve little local problems. when she knocked on his study door he opened it with a smile they embraced for a full minute.

then enola went to look around it was still the same like when they were kids. suddenly a little boy comes running while giggling “daddy mummy’s chasing me” her heart shattered was this kid his? then a women followed while apologizing “sorry my dear klaus insisted he see you” she looked up at enola “oh my we didn’t know you had any visitors”

the little boy bowed apologizing to his father and enola. “it’s alright, why don’t you introduce yourself to a friend of mine” he patted the boys head enola smiled seeing be so fraternal with the boy. “niklaus of bashilwether, i’m four” he bowed once more before running out the door laughing. tewksbury chuckled

“Enola this is my wife , Y/n the viscountess of bashilwether”

“just y/n. the whole title is a mouth full” she smiled while shaking her hand. enola wanted to go home and cry, the love of her life is married with children.

“uh hello- i was a friend of tewksburys” enola could barely get a sentenced out. “i’ve heard about you the detective that saved him, you’re extraordinary” y/ns praise made enola smile softly how could she hate her she was so nice.

“y/n darling would you mind giving me and enola some time to talk? it won’t take longer than five minutes” tewksbury kissed y/n on the cheek while whispering something in her ear. “of course i’ll go and check on niklaus” she left the room gracefully

“so you’re married with a child that’s -amazing im so happy for you” she could feel tears coming but she held them in. tewksbury looked at her with a genuine smile.

“thank you friend, i soon will have three kids y/ns with child. we pray for twins” his smile grew bigger as he told her the news. her heart shattered for the second time.

“when did you um - when” she was cut off by the man in front of her. “uh the day you left i had met y/n at the flower stand and then a year later we were married” he said smiling.

“what brings you to bashilwether? are you in need of supplies or lodgings?” he asked with a worried look on his face. “no I just came to visit but i should be going-“ she was interrupted by knocking

“y/n? come in my love” hearing him call y/n that instead of her made enola want to jump off a cliff

“honey dinner is ready, is enola staying over lola made chicken soup and i must say it’s delicious” she said poking her head in the door.

“no i was just telling tewksbury i was leaving but um it was nice to meet you y/n , have a good night” she bowed slightly at tewksbury and got up from her seat

“don’t be silly it’s raining please stay enola, i insist the rain will clear after dinner”

*

the dinner was mostly quite will the exception of y/n making friendly conversation, y/n could sense something between them maybe they used to be lovers y/n thought. “me and klaus both think that marie would be nice for a girl or marcel if it’s a boy” she broke the silence the topic of baby names spark tewksbury interest and brighten his mood

“darling perhaps you can consider davina for a first name, davina claire sounds beautiful” tewksbury grinned looking lovingly at y/n. “i like the sound of that, what do you think enola?” y/n turned to enola

“sounds very royal i like it, what do you hope for tewksbury. y/n?” enola took a sip of her wine. “we pray for twins so hopefully one boy and one girl”

“i just want healthy babies now and in the future” y/n drank from her cup that was filled with water.

“amen to that, i just want to say how happy i am to see my old friend enola holmes and share with her my beautiful wife and the mother of my beautiful child and children to be”

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after dinner and the rain cleared up a bit enola went on her merry way back to her house , as soon as she was far enough she began to cry , she was to late.her one chance of happiness is gone.

Pt 2? idk if y’all can comment but uh let me know somehow if y’all want pt 2

“Love At First Sight” (tewksburys version)

VISCOUNT TEWKSBURY X F!READER

- more tewks imagines coming soon cus y’all seem to love them lemme know if you guys want me to write for louis’s other characters or just him in general:) just msg me requests !

cw/tw: mention of deceased father (unedited)

it was his eighth ball that day and he was already annoyed by how he was bombarded by desperate mamas and their daughters. he did want true love. but he didn’t want to be forced into finding it which is exactly what was happening, the House of Lords are practically forcing him to at least get engaged.

but no girl made his heart skip a beat besides… enola holmes but she made it clear that she wasn’t going to settle down at all and that was ok for him. her friendship was enough for him, more than enough.

he drank from the fancy golden cup. he was never a big drinker but he needed to be at least tipsy to get through this never ending nightmare. what he really wanted was to go back to basilwether hall.

tewksbury watched as more ladies and lords entered the huge ball room. his eyes widened when he saw a tall h/c girl walk into the room with who he thinks is her mother. the way she moved was enchanting.

he noticed that the other lords dropped conversation with each other and went to ask for the girls dance card. tewksbury thought she was perfect her looks were enchanting and he only hoped that she was kind and well educated. his mom walked up to him with a smile asking him about how he’s feeling.

“how are you enjoying the ball have you meet anyone” caroline smiled tewksbury nodded.

“yes well- no but i have found my viscountess” he grinned.

“lady fiona? she’s pretty but very uh- slowed minded or are you talking about lady emma? i doubt she’d be responsible enough to-“ she was cut off mid sentence by her son.

“the girl in light purple mother the one talking to sir john” he watched as you held conversation with the older gentleman. “she’s perfect do you know her?”.

“that’d be lady y/n daughter of thomas l/n the late baron, he’s recently deceased but he knew your father” she drank wine from her cup. “go introduce yourself she seems to be the most popular pick”

•

he did exactly that he walked across the room to talk to you. he noticed you were talking to another young lady in yellow, he bowed and introduced himself to the ladies “tewksbury the viscount of basilwether” the women in yellow excused herself and left leaving you and tewksbury.

“lady y/n l/n your grace” you bowed to him smiling very softly not wanting to look to interested, after a while you guys made good conversation about books and his love of flowers you thought that was adorable.

the other ladies and their mamas gave you dirty looks because you captured the viscounts attention and possibly his heart. all you wanted was a husband who valued you and not just your face and body, but marriage was also your duty you needed a man with a title it’s what your father would’ve wanted.

“may i say you are most beautiful lady y/n but your mind is what attracts me to you the most” you smiled that sentence made you want to jump for joy. he kissed your gloved hand which made you blush. “What was your opinion on the reform bill?” you tensed up because most suiters asked this but for the wrong reasons. “in all honesty my lord i would be for it i believe all men and women deserve equal rights” you stood straighter fixing your relaxed posture.

“i was for it to lady y/n, would do me the honor of accompanying me to my mothers tea party tomorrow she has the most lovely garden” he smiled in his head he knew he was going to be marrying you it was like a storybook he experienced love at first sight he only hoped you at least liked him. “i would be most honored viscount just give my mama all the details”.

* 2 days later

your wore your prettiest dress, another purple dress but this time it was slightly darker and more form fitting in the bust area.

your ladies maid brushed your hair and put in a white ribbon to tie it all together in your mothers words you were “simply perfect , good enough to be a viscountess”.

the butler got the carriage ready to leave for basilwether hall, you were excited to see tewksbury again for some odd reason.

“y/n darling, tewksbury is a very wealthy and important man you’d bring honor to our family name if he decides to marry you” she said smiling moving stray hairs away from your face.

“im aware mother, trust me if i could make him fall for me i would” you sighed and took the servants hand to get into the carriage.

your mother got into the carriage after you. all you wanted was to make her proud so if that meant marrying tewksbury then so be it, HE MUST BE YOURS. i mean he was good looking and rich you’d learn to be happy with him.

*

BASHILWETHER HALL:

tewksbury was sweating bricks he was so nervous to see you again he spent all morning helping his servants prepare for the tea party, he made sure all the flowers on the outside table matched the color of cloth. he had asked your mama about your favorite foods and about your favorite colors and things.

the servants prepared red velvet cake, apricot tarts, strawberries and plenty of fresh fruits all of your favorites . his mama thought tewksburys plans of winning over y/n were adorable. “my little boy all grown up and looking for a wife”

tewksbury wore his favorite suit and fixed his hair he wanted to look his best for you. everything was going so well until he suddenly felt a wave of nervousness he felt this way the day he told enola how he felt about her … the day she told him that she’d never feel the same way and that she’d never marry anyone, what if you reject him? that’d break him.

No you couldn’t reject him! he was the best suitor for you …. right??. the servants set up the lemonades and teas in a aesthetically pleasing way, one last time

he planned on marrying you and starting a family with you right away and having three kids-no five, he wanted a big family so he’d never be lonely and so his kids wouldn’t be either. he straightened up and prepared for a day filled with your laughter.

once he heard his door staff announce you he smiled eagerly waiting for his eyes to meet yours.

garden 🌺

you entered the garden area it was decorated with flowers and the table had all of your favorite foods, your mother gave you a nudge and you bowed to tewksbury and his mother, he looked at you like you were the only women left on earth- in the universe.

he welcomed you with a smile and insisted on pulling your chair and he did so you thanked him and flashed your beautiful smile. after a while and a couple dishes later your mamas were talking about the newest gossip but you weren’t paying the slightest attention.

tewksbury was telling you of his adventures and travels with enola you couldn’t help but feel jealous that enola could travel alone with a man unchaperoned.

tewksbury then asked you if you’d like to sneak off in the gardens since your mamas seemed distracted on the other side of the table playing a type of card game. “Alone? but what if?-“ he just winked at you and took your hand you decided to just follow him.

*

“these are orchids they reminds me of you, you look quite beautiful in purple” he kissed your hand softly your cheeks felt hot and your heart was beating fast like a drum. “Thank you my lord” you smiled clearly flustered at his compliment.

“tell me miss l/n what do you want in a husband?” he asked grinning, the two of you continue to walk along a path leading to a bench and a tea table.

“he’d have to be kind and have charming looks and a soft spot for children, he’d also have to love me for something other than my f- he’d just have to love me i suppose” you smiled softly looking at the ground you didn’t want to say that much but it just cams out.

“lady y/n i would like to offer my heart to you” he genuinely smiles and takes your hand close to his heart. “my heart beats for you and you alone ”.

“my lord- you are most kind and i wish to accept your heart because i can see by the look of your garden and by how highly my mama speaks of you that you’d treat me fairly” you bowed

“we should get back before they notice ”

•

after a week of spending time with the viscount you fell hard for him, you dreamed about him when you slept. your mama knew that any day now tewksbury would propose- you counted on it.

you and your mama were meeting with him and his mama for dinner at their home, you put on a light blue dress because he said he wanted you to wear more blue, your hair was straightened and curled and tied with a white bow.

your ladies maid told you that tonight he’d propose she was sure of it she said. that made you nervous your stomach filled with butterflies, you heard your mama call you so your ladies maids finished up and you headed down stairs to the living room.

“You look splendid dearest, surely the boy will propose- but if he doesn’t the duke of hastings would like to marry you.” she smiled as she layed eyes on you… her beautiful daughter

“The duke is handsome but i want viscount tewksbury” you sighed. “yes i know honey.”

your staff escorted you to the carriage and helped you and your mama get in, the carriage ride to bashilwether hall wasn’t long but you burned with anticipation- was he going to propose? or was he just wasting your time?. at least your mama had a back up plan, the duke of hastings , he wasn’t to old.

he was only three and thirty and still very handsome but most importantly he had rank and wealth which at the end of the day was all your mother cared about. she wanted you to find a husband who’d take care of you and to spoil u , like your father did her.

~

he placed his mothers ring in a small black box and held in his grin- he was going to propose today and he was ever so excited. his butler had entered his study “sir ms holmes is here to see you” his face went white. “send her in quickly make sure no one sees” . his heart paced so fast, he wanted her gone

Enola entered the study with a big smile on her face “hello tewksbury of bothersome shire” she teased. he stood up and bowed to her “uh what’s wrong, no embrace or a i missed you enola” she looked confused.

“sorry im just nervous, tonight’s my engagement dinner, to lady-“ she cut him off “wait what” her face dropped. “im to be married if everything goes well uh we shall be married in a fortnight” (fourteen days)

“Oh well um congratulations in advance who’s the lucky lady , do i know her” she smiled but tewksbury could tell it wasn’t genuine. “i shan’t think so, lady y/n l/n” he smiled while shoving some papers in a cabinet trying to distract himself. “Oh well then i will make my leave” she holds back tears “good day”

he grinned politely “good day enola holmes” and just like that she left him as she always did. A big sigh of relief left his lips. enola couldn’t offer him what he wanted but y/n could , she wanted a family and she was the poster child of class and Grace.

•

the dinner was going well when suddenly tewksbury stood up and held his glass high up “I shall make a toast to lady y/n, she is everything good in this miserable world. I only hope she feels for me as I do her.” your mama nudged you and you felt your cheeks heat up. he then sat his cup down and walked up to your chair and got down on his knees “lady y/n will u do me the honor of becoming my wife?” your moms eyes glowed with pride. you felt like crying and or jumping up and down “Yes of course I will.!” he put the ring on you and kissed you.

the dowager clapped and grabbed your mamas hands , they both giggled and laughed like little girls. you loved tewksbury, he was kind and handsome. you will live a comfortable life with him.

TO BE CONTINUED……,

maybe

really into me???

tom!peter parker x f!reader

I love the nerdy! peter x popular girl trope sm🥹

i was surprised to see that a woman like that was really into me”

you’ve always been popular, you were pretty but with popularity comes fake friends,people assuming your a bitch and a long list of expectations.

you wore the best clothes, your hair and makeup were always flawless, you wore cute shoes but that’s not why peter liked you, he liked you because one time in biology class he saw you looking at star wars memes and from that day on he was in love and total utterly obsessed with you. also because he thought you were nice and smart but never in a MILLION years would he think you’d like him back .

ur pov

i walked through the long hallway to get to my locker, i needed to get something… a lightsaber, a star wars replica lightsaber. i wanted peter to talk to me. he was nerdy and he liked star wars which is always a green flag in men, i tried dropping hints that i liked him but he just wasn’t getting it. i hope he didn’t have a gf. i see him sit with michelle watson at lunch all the time but they didn’t seem like a couple.

i reach my locker and put in my combo, i open my locker and grab the toy and quickly shove it in my bag, i slam my locker shut and hurry to biology class.

•

you reached your classroom and rushed to your seat and just in time the bell rang loudly. peter grinned as you huffed under your breath, the teacher welcomed everyone and wished them a good afternoon. you tuned her out because honestly you were just looking at peter and you hoped he didn’t notice. when the teacher finished talking and gave everyone instructions for the lesson plan. peter turned to you and began spurring out random facts to put in your notes you smiled at him and to your surprise he smiled widely back at you. you felt your heart race.

when the bell rang and class was dismissed before peter had got up to leave you tapped his shoulder and you pulled out the lightsaber and his eyes lit up. “woah that’s scarily accurate. does it turn on” he said with curiosity. you nodded your head and turned it on and the saber lire bright green. “it’s actually uh for you- you seem like a green lightsaber guy” you smiled way to wide you mentally kicked yourself.

“no uh i couldn’t accept this” he was charming and you just wanted to kiss him then and there. “no please do! i have another at home, blue. like obi wan” you softly chuckled. “do you maybe wanna come over and like hangout”. you retracted the saber and put it in his hands. “yeah” he didn’t expect you to actually say yes. you took a marker from the table and wrote it on a piece of paper. “text me soon parker” you got your bag and left. he was in shock. Ned would never believe this.

•

he almost immediately texted ned and told him everything. ned couldn’t believe it until you waved to him at lunch, ned was now convinced. peter couldn’t wait for your hangout. your friends weren’t supportive of your interest in peter, who you thought was your best friend maddy had actually gagged when you told her you were planning on hanging out with him, sadie thought you were committing social suicide by associating yourself with Peter.

but you didn’t care. you made sure to look extra pretty so you could impress him. you wanted so badly to ask him to the dance but it was to early to tell if he liked you yet, flash asked you twenty times yesterday and you rejected him twenty times. flash sent you roses and chocolate but you thought it was annoying. flash bullied peter and he was just an asshole to everyone who wasn’t popular.

•

your hangout with Peter was a success. you learned so much about him and you were surprised to learn he already knew everything about you. you two became fast friends. you began hanging out with him two times a week. you studied and watch movies, you even went out to dinner with him and his aunt may. did i mention aunt may was basically the biggest peter x y/n shipper. it was prom week and today was the day you mustered up the courage to ask Peter if he wanted to go with you.

**********

you texted peter to meet you in the hallway during 6th period and you anxiously waited. you cleared your throat and practiced how you’d ask him. you feared he’d reject you or what if he laughed in your face? you’ve never feared rejection before but with peter… it was different. he was different then any guy you had liked before, you genuinely liked hanging out with him and you didn’t just like him cus your friend pushed you towards him practically forcing you.

you saw him walking up to you and he smiled. “hi y/n what happened?” you smiled and finally just blurted it out. “do you wanna be my date for prom?” you reached into your pocket and pulled out a keychain. “you have anakin, i have padmé” you showed him. he looked around the hall but nobody was there. “Am i being pranked?” he frowned and sighed. “what no, why would you think that?”.

“because you’re pretty and one of the most popular girls in school, i thought i was just your new charity case” he looked at you and your heart shattered how could he think you were that shallow. “im just surprised that a girl like you would like a guy like me”

“your handsome and smart and charming. that’s why i like you.” his jaw almost dropped. “I like you to a lot y/n”. “then be my anakin at prom? uh that sounded so cringey. Go out with me?” he smiled. “yes. i would love to be your… date.”

UNEDITED AND CRAPPY CUS IM SOO TIRED BUT I JUST WANTD TO GET A MCU IMAGINE OUT. IM GONNA WORK THROUGH ALL MY DRAFTS RN.

DC SMUTS WILL BE OUT SOON INCLUDING A REQUEST I NEGLECTED ( u know who u are) CUS WRITERS BLOCK.. ITS LIKE MY SMUT WRITING SKILLS JUST DISAPPEARED??!!!!! SRRY :( 🖤💗💗