how does your other half, Bruce Wayne, treat you during the galas you attend? well, like royalty obviously.
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Bruce Wayne, who at every gala, the first thing Bruce does when you arrive is subtly check the back of your dress. He’ll step behind you under the pretense of adjusting your shawl or necklace, running his fingers lightly along the zipper or hem to make sure everything is secure. “Just making sure you’re comfortable,” he’ll murmur in your ear, but the way his hand lingers shows how much he loves taking care of you.
Bruce Wayne, who when walking down stairs or across marble floors, always positions himself slightly in front or to the side, pointing out any uneven step or slippery spot with a gentle touch to your elbow. “Careful here, love,” he’ll say softly, offering his arm so you can hold on. He never makes it obvious to others — it’s just for you, quiet and protective.
Bruce Wayne, who if your dress has a long train or flowing fabric, he’ll discreetly hold it for you when you sit or stand, making sure it doesn’t get caught or stepped on. He does it so smoothly that no one notices, but you always feel his careful fingers brushing the material, like he’s shielding you from even the smallest inconvenience.
Bruce Wayne, who during conversations with other guests, he keeps one hand on your lower back, thumb stroking gentle circles through your dress. It’s his way of staying connected, reassuring you he’s right there if you need an escape or just want to lean on him. When you get tired of small talk, he’ll smoothly change the subject or pull you away with a polite excuse.
Bruce Wayne, who if you’re wearing heels that start to hurt, he notices immediately. He’ll guide you to a quieter corner, kneel down discreetly, and massage your ankles or calves for a moment, completely unbothered by who might see. “You don’t have to suffer for beauty,” he’ll whisper, kissing your knee before standing back up.
Bruce Wayne, who when photographers ask for pictures, he always pulls you close, angling his body to shield you slightly from the flashes. He makes sure your dress is sitting perfectly, tucking a stray hair behind your ear or adjusting your necklace, treating you like the most precious thing in the room.
Bruce Wayne, who can tell when the gala gets too overwhelming — loud music, crowded rooms, flashing cameras — he senses it before you say anything. He’ll wrap an arm around your waist and guide you to a private balcony or side room, holding you close until you’re ready to go back. “We can leave anytime,” he’ll murmur. “You come first.”
Bruce Wayne, who at dinner, he makes sure your plate has everything you like and nothing you don’t. He’ll quietly switch glasses if the wine isn’t to your taste, or pass you the bread basket before you even reach for it. His attention is constant but never overbearing — just steady, thoughtful love.
Bruce Wayne, who when you’re dancing, he holds you like you’re made of glass — one hand on your waist, the other cradling your hand, guiding you effortlessly across the floor. He whispers compliments in your ear the whole time, telling you how beautiful you look, how proud he is to have you on his arm.
Bruce Wayne, who if your dress slips or a strap falls, he fixes it immediately, fingers gentle and quick, shielding you from view with his body. He never makes you feel embarrassed — just cared for. “I’ve got you,” he’ll say softly, kissing your shoulder once it’s fixed.
Bruce Wayne, who after the gala, when you're both exhausted in the car ride home, he pulls you into his lap, letting you rest your head on his chest. He'll manage your feet if your heels hurt, kiss your temples, and tell you how much he loved having you by his side. "You make every night better," he whispers.
Bruce Wayne, who even when you're not at galas, the habits carries over. he checks your outfit before you leave the house, makes sure you're warm enough, carries your bag without being asked. its never showy - just quiet, consistent love. you're always his priority.
Bruce Wayne, who on nights when you feel insecure about your dress or your appearance, he pulls you close and reminds you how stunning you are - not because of the clothes, but because you're you. "you could wear a paper bag and I'd still think you're the most beautiful woman in the room. no, the world."
Bruce Wayne, who keeps a small photo of you in his wallet. ones from a previous gala where you looked especially radiant. when he's stressed during the day, he looks at it and remembers why he fights so hard. you are his reason.
Bruce Wayne, who at the end of evert night, when the dress comes off and you're both in bed, he holds you like you're the only thing that mayors. "thank you for being mine," he'll whisper against your hair. "I don't deserve you. but I'll spend every day trying to."
a/n : can you tell this is so inspired by Tom Holland and Zendaya or am I crazy. also sorry for disapearing
I'm a writer too and I'm currently in a slump that i really don't know how to get out of. I was just wondering if you had any advice?
Ooft I’ll be honest in the worst for this. I’m in such a slump rn hence why I haven’t posted in the longest time.. but I think it’s about finding inspiration. That’s what works for me anyway. Even if it’s on Instagram or Pinterest, any kind of relationship dynamic or even just fanart shown online gives me a spark of inspo.. hope that helps 😞
fav X-men characters just in general (design wise and story wise )
and are there any that you want write for in the future
I LOVE EVERYTHING YOU PUT OUT MWAH
I’ll lowkey always say magik.. I’ve always been under the impression she’s the coolest x men character ever but I’m also very partial to Jean because she just feels so relatable to me..
I’d love to write for most of the x men in the future and also just marvel in general but it feels like a commitment and I’m waiting to take the leap of faith..
hiiii what are your top 4 favourite movies and why (im stalking & following your letterboxd as i type this)
I see you stalking don’t worry boo i still luv u..
La la land - because I’m just that girl brah
Crouching tiger hidden dragon - I’ll be honest it feels like a bit of a place holder and should probably be replaced by something else but I’m so indecisive it hurts.
Aftersun - Charlotte wells is the best human ever and I’m 100% biased when I say that
Paris, Texas - saw this in cinemas for it’s anniversary a little while ago and was the only teenager in the audience and the only one who was sobbing their eyes out..
summary : during a lazy cuddle session with your boyfriend, things get heated when he becomes a little turned on and pathetic.. CW: SMUT. making out, boner alert…! rubbing him through his pants, handjob.
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The afternoon sun slanted through the half-closed blinds of Wally’s room in the Titans Tower, painting everything in warm gold. You were sprawled on his bed, legs tangled with his, your head resting on his chest while some mindless superhero documentary played quietly on the TV. Wally’s arm was draped lazily around your shoulders, fingers tracing absent patterns on your arm. It was one of those perfect, lazy days — no missions, no emergencies, just the two of you stealing quiet time together after weeks of chaos.
You tilted your head up, looking at him. He was half-watching the screen, red hair messy against the pillow, cheeks faintly pink. Your heart did that familiar flip it always did when you caught him like this — relaxed, happy, completely yours. Without thinking, you shifted higher and kissed him.
It was meant to be soft. Quick. Just a little “I love you” in the middle of a lazy afternoon.
But Wally made a small, surprised sound against your mouth, and then he was kissing you back — slow, deep, like he’d been waiting for this all day. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pulling you closer. You smiled into the kiss, shifting until you were half on top of him, one leg thrown over his hips.
The kiss grew warmer. Hungrier. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, then down his chest, feeling the way his heartbeat picked up under your palm. Wally whimpered softly into your mouth, hips shifting restlessly beneath you. You could feel how hard he already was, pressing against your thigh through his sweatpants.
You pulled back just enough to look at him, grinning. “Already?”
His cheeks flushed bright red, ears turning the same shade. He covered his face with both hands, groaning. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s embarrassing. You just kissed me and my brain went blank. I can’t help it. You’re too pretty and you smell nice and I—”
You laughed softly, tugging his hands away from his face. His eyes were wide and shy, cheeks still burning. “It’s cute. You’re cute when you get all flustered like
He made a small, mortified sound, hiding his face in your neck instead. “I’m not cute. I’m supposed to be cool. Fast. In control. Not… this.”
You kissed his temple, reaching down to palm him through his sweatpants. He gasped, hips jerking up into your touch, another soft whimper escaping him.
“See?” you whispered, stroking him slowly. “You’re so hard already. Just from kissing me. My sweet, desperate boyfriend.”
Wally whimpered again, burying his face deeper in your neck. “Please— don’t tease. It’s too much. I’ve been thinking about you all day and now you’re touching me and I don’t know if I can—”
You kissed him again, swallowing his words, hand stroking him firmly through the fabric. He moaned into your mouth, hips bucking desperately, hands fisting the sheets like he was trying not to lose control too quickly.
“You’re doing so well,” you praised, kissing his jaw, his neck. “Letting me take care of you. My pretty, needy boy. So hard for me already.”
He let out a broken little sob, trembling beneath you. “I can’t— I’m so close already— please, I—”
You slipped your hand into his sweatpants, wrapping your fingers around his bare cock. He was rock hard, thick and hot, leaking steadily. You stroked him slowly, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, spreading the wetness.
Wally moaned loudly, hips snapping up into your fist. “Fuck— your hand— it feels so good— I’m gonna—”
You kissed him again, stroking faster, twisting your wrist just the way he liked. “Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you. You’ve been so good holding it together for me.”
He came with a broken whimper, hips jerking as he spilled over your fingers and his stomach, thick ropes of cum painting his skin. His whole body shook, soft, desperate sounds falling from his lips as he rode out the orgasm, face hidden in your neck.
You kept stroking him gently through it, drawing out every last shudder until he was trembling and oversensitive. Then you cleaned him up with a warm cloth from the bathroom, crawling back into bed and pulling him into your arms.
He curled against your chest immediately, face hidden in your neck, arms wrapped around you like you were his anchor. His breathing was still shaky, cheeks warm against your skin.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Even when you make me lose it like that. God. Especially then.”
You stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head. “I love you too. My sweet, flustered, beautiful boyfriend. You can have me anytime. Kisses. Hands. Whatever you need.”
He nuzzled closer, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone. “Just you. That’s all I need.”
The city hummed far below. In your arms, Wally West — one of the fastest men alive — was soft, safe, and completely satisfied.
a list of headcanons on the boys most prominent features..
no smut, all silly fluff. Follow me for a 2k event soon !!!
DAICHI SAWAMURA : BACK MUSCLES
Daichi is quietly proud of his back muscles. He’s worked hard for them through years of volleyball and keeping up with the team, but he doesn’t brag. He sees them as practical — useful for lifting, carrying, protecting. Still, when you compliment them, he gets a little flustered and tries to play it off as “just training.”
You find them incredibly attractive. There’s something so reliable and strong about the way they flex when he reaches for something high, carries heavy bags, or stretches in the morning. They make you feel safe, like he could hold the world for you if you asked.
You love running your hands over them when he’s shirtless — tracing the defined lines, feeling the warmth and power under your palms. When he’s lying on his stomach, you give him back rubs just to admire them, pressing soft kisses along his spine. He pretends to complain about being “babied” but always melts under your touch, sighing happily and pulling you closer when you’re done.
KAGEYAMA TOBIO : INTENSE EYES
Kageyama is self-conscious about his intense eyes. He knows they can look scary or unapproachable, and he’s been told his whole life that he looks angry even when he’s not. He tries to soften them around you, but they still have that sharp, focused edge that makes people nervous.
You think they’re breathtaking. Those deep blue eyes are so expressive when he lets his guard down — intense when he’s focused on you, soft when he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room, and full of quiet longing when he thinks you’re not watching.
You love cupping his face and staring into them, watching the way they widen slightly when you get close. You’ll kiss his eyelids when he’s tired, or hold eye contact during quiet moments until he blushes and looks away, mumbling “Stop staring” while secretly loving it. It’s become one of your favorite ways to show him affection.
TSUKISHIMA KEI : SLEEPER BUILD
Tsukishima is indifferent about his lean body. He knows he’s fit from volleyball, but he doesn’t see it as anything special. He’s more focused on skill than looks, and he’s used to people underestimating him because he’s not bulky like some of the others.
You find it ridiculously attractive. His sleeper build — tall, lean, with hidden strength that surprises everyone — makes your heart race. The way his clothes hang on his frame, the subtle definition when he moves, the quiet power he carries without showing off.
You love running your hands over his torso when he’s shirtless, feeling the lean muscle under your palms. You’ll trace his abs and sides when you’re cuddling, or hug him from behind just to feel how solid he is. He pretends to be annoyed (“You’re clingy”) but always leans into your touch, secretly loving the attention.
BOKUTO KOUTAROU : WELL BUILT MUSCLES
Bokuto is very proud of his muscles. He works hard for them and loves showing them off, but he also gets a little self-conscious when people only see the “big strong guy” and not the soft, emotional side of him. He wants to be seen as more than just strong.
You think they’re incredibly hot. Not in a gross, over-the-top way — but strong, defined, and perfectly proportioned. His broad shoulders, toned arms, and solid chest make you feel safe and wanted whenever he wraps them around you.
You can’t keep your hands off them. You love squeezing his biceps when he flexes for you, tracing the lines of his chest when he’s shirtless, or resting your head on his pecs when you’re cuddling. He gets all excited and happy when you compliment them, puffing up like a proud owl and pulling you closer for more affection.
a/n : first time doing something like this and I’ve already written part two..!
Who's your favorite DC charecter to write and why?
What's your favorite microtrope?
I’m gonna be super basic and say Jason but just because he’s so easy to write in the nicest way.. there’s different ways you can play around with his character depending on the trope or story yk. Bad boy grump is such a boring way to describe him and he’s so easy to mold to different things.
And my fave trope will always be a sports player x reader. I haven’t written it enough but I’ve got some basketball batboy things coming soon.. I also love any kind of college au :3
