Gender reveal 🌸 y/n and Oliver are having a baby, and their friends are planning a gender reveal party
wisdom teeth: 🏠 y/n has to get her wisdom teeth out, but she’s too scared to. X daughter! reader
[x] 🌸 Y/n is Oliver’s best friend she knows everything about him. He gets on the boat with Sara and “Dies” before she has the chance to tell him how she feels.
Batfam:
The Ramen Filth: 🏠 being Bruce’s kid and coming back from college for spring break and Alfred being horrified at the sight of you eating ramen.
Twisted meet-cute:🌸 Bruce and reader meet unusually when she ends up saving his life
Quality time together: 👅🌸🏠 Bruce and reader haven’t been spending a lot of time together lately.
Family Reunion: 🏠 🌸 Y/n reluctantly goes to a family reunion, which may or may not end in disaster
First Fall of Snow: 🌸🏠 Reader experiences her first Snow Day. y/n not used.
NCIS/CRIMINAL MINDS
Leroy Jethro Gibbs:
[x] 🌸“Have you lost your damn mind”“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed”“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice”
[x] 🌸 “Please don’t leave.”“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”“Kiss me”
[x] 🌸 “Looks like we are trapped for a while”
fk idk what to name this: 🌸 Y/n comes back from vacation and looks. Little different. Will it change Y/N and Gibbs relationship
MARVEL
Loki:
[x] 🌸 Y/n was Loki’s best Friend, and she is still processing his death. Takes place after the dark world
Bucky Barnes:
[x] 🌸 Based off the scene where Bucky takes that motorcycle, you know, that sexy scene. You know THAT scene.
Bucky Jr. 🏠 y/n found out she was pregnant three months after they lost to Thanos. I think you can imagine how this story goes based off the ending of the movie and the song I based this story off of.
Kilgrave:
A Dark Desire:👅 the reader can't help how she feels about Kilgrave. Instead of watching him, she decides to have fun with him. The reader knows what he has done but can't control the way he makes her feel.
Logan Howlett/Wolverine:
He’s just. kitten: 👅 Logan loved your pet name for him, but he will never admit it
ANIME
Grey Fullbuster:
[x] 🌸 Y/n has had a crush on Grey ever since she joined the Fairytail guild. But the only person who doesn’t know is Grey himself
Levi:
[x] 🌸 Levi x reader where Levi helps reader study and is disgusted by how messy their room is, so he cleans it
VAMPIRE DIARIES/THE ORIGINALS
Kol Mikaelson:
Eternity pt1 pt2: 🌸 Y/n is trying to live life after Kol dies, but something happens
Elijah Mikaelson:
Little Miracles: 🏠👅 🌸 All Elijah and Y/n have wanted a family. Maybe it’s time they got one.
Enzo St John:
Killing for Love: 🌸💔 Enzo’s plan to help his girlfriend relax takes a wrong turn (no y/n) (not super angsty but just a dash)
AVATAR
Zuko:
Suddenly in Love Pt1 Pt2: 🌸 Y/n finally realized that she has been in love with her best friends. But is she too late when he starts dating someone?
HARRY POTTER
Fred Weasley:
Four times you mixed up the twins, and the one time you didn’t little 💔🌸
Chris was living the life. He was a famous movie star, with all of his films a blockbuster hit. Millions of people around the world knew his name; Chris was the most famous person in the world. But that all changed in a matter of seconds. When Chris wakes up one morning, the world has no idea who he is. Not even his family and close friends. Chris Evans no longer exists, or more exactly, he never did. No one remembered him, no one except Scarlet. Scarlet McLaughlin was just a normal college student just trying to make it to graduation. She discovers that she is the one who remembers who Chris Evans is. Together, they try to work out why the world doesn’t remember the movie star. Will they be able to fix the movie star’s life, or will he just stay forgotten in the minds of his loved ones?
Scary facial hair: 🏠 🌸 Chris’s daughter doesn’t like his new look
Henry Cavill:
Family for Christmas: 🏠 🌸 Henry is dating a single mother and her son Scott, and they spend Christmas together. and a traditional Christmas involves drama
In love with the Tats: Henry comes home covered in fake tattoos from his latest movie.
SUPERNATURAL
Jack Kline:
Lovesick: 🌸 Jack goes to Sam and Dean because he has been feeling sick after describing his symptoms and explaining how it happens around y/n. Sam explains that it's because he less Y/n. Dean is not very happy about this development because she is his little sister.
DISNEY:
Harry Hook:
Trapped apart: y/n gothel joins the VKs on their mission to get the magic wand from Auradon prep. follows the events of the first movie
Tadashi:
[x] 🌸 Tadashi never went in to save Callahan. cute fluff pregnant reader
Teen Wolf:
Isaac Lahey:
Bad Dreams: 🌸 💔 you haven’t been sleeping well lately, so Isaac decides to help you, but it goes wrong
Derek Hale:
Meet the Parents: 🌸 👅 Derek is tired of having to sneak in/out of your house.
Bruce x reader; reader experiences her first Snow Day.
Wrote this cause hell froze over in Louisiana and we got SNOW SNOW
15k words pure fluff
Bruce has lived in Gotham for his entire life so he wasn’t new to snow. After 30 years he is tired of Gotham snow days. The snow is annoying. Closing down the streets(temporarily) and no matter how many snow days they experience Gothamites forget how to function. It's too cold and when he goes outside he feels like his 1 minute away from frostbite.
The kids felt the same. It's just snow, nothing special. Maybe they would go outside for a very intense snowball fight but after 30 minutes they were all back inside doing their own thing. They appreciated the canceled school and the time off work but they were no longer excited like when they were younger.
You on the other hand were so excited. You lived in the far south where it never snowed and this would be the first time you experienced it. When you told Bruce, he suggested you stay with him so he knew you were safe had plenty of food, and didn’t need to venture out into unfamiliar terrain.
The night before you kept glancing out the window waiting for the snow to start falling. Watching your excitement brought a smile to Bruce’s face. Ever since he met you it was like you awoken the childlike side of him. He danced in the rain, sang in the shower, and danced while getting ready in the morning. Hell, he even started smiling while in the suit. Clark froze when he first saw him smile at the watch tower.
The kids have noticed the change too. He goes easy on them but during training lets them take a night off or hell asks them to patrol in his place so he can take you out. When Bruce asked Jason he was stunned. It was the first time Bruce asked him to cover his patrol. Bruce normally asked Dick or even Tim, but it seemed like Bruce was more trusting of Jason since you started dating.
Jason followed Bruce to your apartment. Watched as he held you and nursed you back to health. After that night the whole house knew about you. Jason needed help with the constant teasing he was ready to dish. They bugged him to officially meet her. For weeks they followed you on dates and subconsciously perched on your apartment building roof. If they were asked it was a coincidence, but in reality they were already protective of their father's girlfriend.
On Labor Day, you finally went to his place for a family BBQ. You were engulfed in hugs by everyone. They thanked you for making Bruce more bearable and less Brucey. Of course just cause they liked how you changed him didn’t mean you were exempt from a full-on interrogation. They wanted to know everything. Your name, age, birthday, place of birth, why you moved to Gotham, what you did for work, and if you had any pets.
Bruce pried you away from them when they started to ask if you had a criminal record. He gave you a sheepish smile as an apology but you just laughed. You adored how protective they were of him. Even though Bruce worries how he’s doing a terrible job as a father, they prove him wrong with their antics.
Ever since that night, you spend more time at the manor than you did at your apartment. You rarely spent the night there, it was always at your place but it didn’t bother you. This would be the first time you spent the night at his place in the 6 months you were dating. And honestly, you were more excited about the projected snow than spending the night at his place.
Since Bruce knew you never experienced snow before, he got you everything you needed: a thick winter coat, snowshoes, gloves, a scarf, and a hat. He also made sure to grab some thermal underwear and long sleeves. When you insisted that your sweater and leather jacket with two pairs of leggings would be enough, he didn’t argue. He was just going to let you experiment, but your coat will be here waiting for when you change your mind.
When you woke up, Bruce was still in bed but was sitting up reading something on his phone with a cup of coffee. You stretched popping some bones then rolled over so your arm was across his lap. He placed his coffee on his nightstand and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. Bruce chuckled when you groaned about how it was cold. He pulled you up so he could properly hold you and you just buried yourself in his body heat.
It took a few minutes for you to fully wake up but when you did you remembered it was supposed to snow today. You jumped out of bed faster than a kid on Christmas day and quickly got dressed in your version of snow clothes. Bruce made you calm down so he could get dressed but you were too excited and just ran out of his room and to the front door. The kids were in the living room watching TV when you started jumping with excitement. They looked at you with confusing looks but laughed when you giggled about the snow.
Bruce called your name but you opened the door and ran outside before he could catch up to you. The entire yard was covered in snow. You couldn’t tell where the driveway was and where the actual grass was. The bitter wind slammed into your face turning your face bright red, but you were too busy laughing to care.
You looked up at the sky and tried to catch snowflakes, then you just collapsed in the snow to make a snow angel. Bruce stepped over to you and blocked the sun as he stared down at you with a smile. You held your hands up for him to help you up without destroying your snow angel. As you stood up you slipped on some ice but Bruce caught you. Once you got your footing you turned away and stared at your creation.
Bruce thought about how he was so lucky to have you in his life. This pure ball of energy that has on more than one occasion literally knocked him off his feet. You were looking around for the perfect place to start building a snowman when he got an idea. He texted the boys and they quickly came out to help him. While you were distracted, Bruce picked up some snow and formed a snowball. After making sure it was packed tight, he threw it at you hitting your shoulder.
You turned around and saw all of them standing in front of tiny piles of snowballs. Another snowball hit you in the face and you just burst into laughter. You could hear Tim apologize over and over again but you weren’t mad. Jason threw two at Tim to get revenge and then an all-out snowball fight erupted. Jason and Dick were on your team while Bruce, Tim, and Damien were on the other.
Jason quickly built a fort to hide behind and you helped make as many snowballs as you could. They weren’t the best but they weren’t terrible for your first snowball ever. You hit Tim on the arm and Damien on the leg, while you got hit all over. If there was a reward for the world's worst snowball player it would go to you, but you were having the time of your life.
Alfred called everyone in for soup, but you decided to get the last laugh. Bruce turned to make sure you were coming inside when you threw a snowball in his face. It didn’t hit him hard but it took him by surprise and knocked him on his ass. You let out a short laugh then ran over to see if he was ok. But you slipped on some ice again and fell on top of him.
Bruce started laughing, like a deep belly laugh. Everyone just froze. When was the last time Bruce laughed like that? Alfred couldn’t remember. The kids know they never heard that kind of laugh. You slowly got off him and held your hand out to help him up. Doing so almost knocked you on your ass but Bruce kept you steady. His arm was around your waist and he pulled you close to him. He quickly kissed your wind-bitten nose and brought you inside to defrost.
Bruce had to promise that he would help you build a snowman later just so you would step inside. The next time you went out, you put on the coat Bruce got you. The rest of the day consisted of multiple snowmen and snow angels then going inside to warm up then back outside. By bedtime, Bruce had to carry you to his room cause you passed out on the couch. You mumbled something about playing in the snow again tomorrow, and for the first time since he was a kid, Bruce was excited for another snow day.
Chris woke up to his alarm going off. He tried to turn it off, but Scarlet was still asleep on his chest, her legs tangled. Chris blindly searched for his phone on the nightstand, not wanting to disturb her. When the alarm turned off, her body relaxed more into him. Scarlet moved her head against his chest more and her hand from under her head to his other shoulder.
He looked down at her and smiled. She was drooling on his shirt, leaving a wet spot on his chest. Chris knew she was tired, driving over one thousand miles with no help. So, he called the front desk and ordered breakfast to be delivered. While they waited, Chris just held her. He let himself forget what was happening and manipulated himself into thinking this was his life. Forget that he had someone to hold on to through the night and to wake up next to; Chris would imagine that person constantly, but now, instead of a blank face, he sees Scarlet.
When there was a knock at the door, Chris slowly got out of bed, trying not to wake Scarlet up. After the bellboy brought the cart of food in and Chris gave him a tip, he decided to get ready for another day stuck in the bug. Scarlet woke up to the sound of Chris cursing in the bathroom. “Are you alright,” she called sleepily as she stretched.
“Yeah, just knocked over your shampoo,” he called back.
Scarlet ran her hand under the covers and could still feel the heat from Chris’s side of the bed. She covered her head with the covers to block the sun and lay there stretching and cracking her joints. When Chris stepped out of the bathroom, the steam from his shower filled the hotel room.
“Scar,” Chris called from the bathroom while brushing his teeth.
Scarlet let out a groan as she tightened her grip on the covers. Chris called her again, trying to get her to wake up. He saw her curled into a ball under the covers when he stepped out of the bathroom. He walked to the cart, lifted the food cover, and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
“That smells amazing,” Scarlet said, sitting up.
“Here,” Chris laughed, making her a cup of coffee.
He watched as she sniffed the cup and slowly took a sip. Scarlet warmed her hands with the cup and just looked around the room. “I didn’t kick you out of the bed, did I,” she asked.
“No, there was plenty of room for both of us,” he said, fixing himself a plate of the ordered food. Chris watched as she picked at each of the dishes. He sat at the desk and ate his food while Scarlet ate in bed.
“Thanks for this,” Scarlet mumbled with a mouth full of food.
“You’re a mess,” he laughed at her dropping food on the bed. “There’s some Aleve on the tray in case you have a hangover.”
She searched for the medication and took two pills with her coffee. Once she was finished trying everything Chris ordered, Scarlet got out of bed to shower but let out a small groan when she no longer had the warmth of the bed.
“It's too cold,” she complained, getting back under the covers.
“You wanted the room set at sixty last night.”
“That was last night. Morning cold is terrible.”
Chris laughed at her antics and got up to go start a hot shower for her. Scarlet looked up when she heard the shower start. “Another shower?”
“No. I started it for you. All you have to do now is jump in.”
She just stared at him while he moved around the room. No one has done something that sweet for her in a long time. The last person who has done that was her father years ago when she was sick. Scarlet had a really bad case of the flu and didn’t get out of bed for three days. Even though the house was set at seventy-three, and she had four blankets, Scarlet was freezing. Her father joked that the firehouse smelled better than her room. He drew her a nice hot bath so she could clean up. When she finished bathing, Scarlet went back to her room to find clean sheets and a cup of chicken noodle soup waiting for her. That was six months before he died.
“Thanks,” Scarlet whispered, whipping the tears from her cheek.
She quickly went into the bathroom before Chris could notice her reaction. The steam from the shower enveloped her when she closed the door. The air still held the smell of Chris’s soap and his aftershave. Scarlet let out a loud groan when the hot water hit her shoulders. Nothing was better for a hangover than a nice hot shower.
While Scarlet was showering, Chris cleaned up the mess from breakfast. He enjoyed the music she was listening to while he packed his things. Normally, Chris would only have a moment of silence when he first woke up. He savored those moments of silence since the rest of his day was always packed with meetings, interviews, shoots, or something work-related. But for the past three days, he enjoyed the music in the morning. It made him feel more relaxed than he had felt in a long time.
When he heard the shower turn off and the door open, Chris was surprised to see her step out, only wearing a towel. Her hair was still dripping, and her makeup from last night was smeared on her face. She looked like a drowned rat.
“I forgot clothes,” she explained, digging through her bags.
After she ran back into the bathroom, he laughed at the mess she made. Chris was picking up the clothes she threw around the room. When he picked up the bag, half the items fell out. As he picked up everything, a piece of paper caught his eye. Chris looked over at the bathroom door and then opened the folded paper.
Bucket List
Go to college
Get on a plane
Buy a lottery ticket
Meet a celebrity
Fix Bert
Go to Disney
Dance in the rain with someone special
Watch the sunset
Visit the Grand Canyon
Ride a horse
Build a snowman
Fall in love
Learn to play guitar
He quickly put the paper in the bag and covered it with clothes when he heard Scarlet in the bathroom. This time, when she stepped out, she was ready for another long drive.
“You didn’t have to pick up my mess, Evans,” she insisted when she noticed her stuff neatly on the bed.
“It’s not a problem. I’ve grown used to it in the last three days,” he joked, grabbed the dirty clothes out of her hands, and tossed them on the bed.
“HaHaHa Christopher. You just sit down, and I’ll clean up your mess,” she mocked, going back into the bathroom.
After packing up the bathroom, Scarlet and Chris left the hotel room, heading down to the lobby. Chris went to check out while Scarlet left to pull the car around. As soon as Chris got to the front desk, the manager came over.
“Good morning, how can I help you,” he said with a big smile.
“I’m just trying to check out,” Chris said as he handed over the room keys.
“I hope you enjoyed your stay with us.”
Chris nodded his head while the manager typed away on his computer. It didn’t take long for the manager to hand him a receipt. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and we hope to see you and your wife again soon.”
When Chris stepped outside the hotel, he heard the squeaking of Bert’s brakes before he saw the baby blue bug. Scarlet was dancing to some of her music while Chris loaded the bags in the car.
“Why am I not surprised you listen to this,” he asked as he got into the car.
“You make crazier, crazier, crazier,” she sang, turning the music up louder.
“Feels like I’m falling, and I, I’m lost in your eyes,” Chris sang back to her as she drove off.
“You just go ten times hotter knowing that song,” Scarlet blurted out.
Chris smirked, watching Scarlet slowly realize what she had just blurted out. Her face became bright red, and her eyes widened in embarrassment. Scarlet refused to look over at him for a long time. She didn’t want him to see how embarrassed she was, but that ship sailed a few miles back.
Chris just sat there watching her. From what he could see, her cheeks and neck were bright red. He knows he should let the situation go. Lie and say he didn’t hear what she said, but after being cramped in the bug for three days, he felt he had the right to torture her over this for a bit longer.
“Can you stop staring, please,” Scarlet asked, quickly turning to look at him.
“So if I’m now ten times hotter, what level does that make,” he asked, laughing.
“Christopher, stop,” she whined, slapping his arm.
He grabbed her hand and just held it for a few seconds. Scarlet kept looking between the road and her hand, which was now being held by her celebrity crush. She swore she could die in this moment and have no regrets.
“Relax, I’m just teasing. I already know you’re basically in love with me,” he teased, kissing her hand.
“I hate you, Christopher,” Scarlet scorned, ripping her hand from him.
He let out another laugh as he leaned back and turned up the music. Once her face turned to its normal color, Scarlet softly sang another Taylor Swift song. Chris occasionally knew a song and sang along with her but let her have a solo when he noticed her face light up, and she turned the radio up more. The car ride was just a giant concert, which, of course, didn’t escape Chris’s notice how you were less shy about singing in front of him.
“Scar, I didn’t mean to snoop, but when I was picking up your clothes, I found a bucket list. Why are you carrying a bucket list with you? I’m worried 'cause half the stuff is already crossed out,” Chris asked, turning the music down subconsciously glancing at her left arm.
Scarlet subconsciously rubbed at the scars on her wrist and completely turned off the radio. “You don’t have to worry about me. It’s something my therapist had me do. She said that if I made a list of things I wanted to do, things that weren’t too out there, I would have something to look forward to. Doc said to start with three things that I could easily cross off, and after I do that, add something else, the difficulty level was up to me.”
“My first cross off: Learn to drive Bert. Dylan was the one to teach me. He didn’t yell or criticize me at first, but after he found me crying about how I wish Dad was here to teach me, he started “teaching me like Dad taught him.” Dylan would spout out random sports references and use some firefighter lingo. I had to pull over at one point cause I was laughing so hard at him. My next goal was to have my first kiss.’
“The first kiss was harder than learning to drive,” Chris laughed, ignoring the tears threatening to fall from both his and her eyes.
“It was when I was twelve years old, Christopher. I was so nervous to talk to him that I almost passed out. Becca pushed me into his arms, and we both fell on our asses. If it wasn’t for her stupidity, Tyler wouldn’t have asked me to the Halloween dance, and he wouldn’t have kissed me under the missile web.”
“Missile web,” he questioned.
“He was just as nervous as me and made it up, saying if there is no spider in the web, you kiss under it, celebrating that there was no spider. I’m not sure if little naive me believed him or just happened to have a “reason” to kiss him. And it did help. The “bucket list” helped me look forward to the next day. It didn’t stop the bullying I endured, but when scrawny Steve Rodgers wasn’t enough to keep me going, the bucket list pushed me further. Because ironically, I’m no quitter,” Scarlet explained with a sense of pride.
“You joke about it a lot.”
“I’m past it. I’m no longer in that dark space. I spent years trying to dig myself out of this dark well. If I want to joke about my suicidal ideations, then I will,” she exclaimed.
“The dark well. I get that. When my anxiety gets bad, I feel trapped underwater. Like I can’t breathe, and no matter how hard I try to push to the surface, it never comes,” Chris explained.
Scarlet noticed how he still kept looking over at her scars. “What,” she asked, slightly annoyed. “Yes, I used to cut my wrist, no, I haven’t done that since I was fifteen. I did it because I felt like there was nothing else that could save me from those awful things I was feeling. At school, I was tormented by these evil girls making fun of the fact my father was dead. And when I got home, it was like we were still in the morning. Especially since his flag was right by the front door, it was the first thing you saw when you walked in. Dylan was already out of the house and off on the other side of the world at college; I didn’t want to bother him with stupid teenage problems. Mom just got remarried to Josh, who she met at a widow/widower support group. I was pissed about that, like she wanted to forget he existed. And all those feelings and thoughts disappeared when I cut. Like all of it escaped my body with the blood.”
“The more I cut, the better I felt. One day, I cut so much that I passed out. I woke up 3 hours later, and when I looked in the mirror, I was smiling. I hadn’t done that in a long time. So then and there, I planned my death. I was going to wait til everyone was out of the house that Saturday and go sit in Bert to be with my dad. That morning, I was heading to the car when Parker came back from his run early. He just stood at the bad door watching me for what felt like hours, then he asked if I wanted to go see a movie with him,” she stated as tears started to well in her eyes.
“Scar, you don’t have to explain to me,” Chris said, handing her a napkin.
“I need to say this at least once. I was surprised he asked me to cause, for the longest time, I thought he hated me. Never talked to me, always picked on me. I also thought it would be a perfect last goodbye to Parker. So I got on his bike, sat in that uncomfortable chair, and ate the popcorn. I was making a mental checklist on how my plans had to change, and then I watched Steve Rodgers get up after getting his ass handed to him by bullies and by his constant rejection from the army. I balled in my seat. Parker pulled me to his side and held me as I cried. He held his hand out, and I just knew he knew. He wasn’t shocked when I placed the razor on his palm. Parker just put it in the empty popcorn bucket and tightened his grasp. ‘I’m right here, bug. I’m always going to be here,’ he whispered in my ear, and for the rest of the movie, I rested my head on his shoulder. I just watched Steve do what everyone thought was impossible and keep his head up high when he woke up in the 21st century.”
“After that, Parker would just come into my room to hang out. We didn’t talk; we just sat in silence together. Dylan moved home, and he would join our ‘hang out’ session. And a week later, I was being dropped off at a therapist’s office. We never really talked about it, but everyone knew, and I got the help I needed.”
Chris didn’t hide the fact that he needed to wipe his tears. He used the sleeve of his shirt to clean his face. Scarlet was trying to do the same, but Chris helped her and cleaned her up with a napkin.
“Oh god, now that is embarrassing,” she laughed, moving her face away from him.
Chris watched her wipe her tears and laugh over something. At that moment, Scarlet was the strongest person he had ever met. She endured so much yet still carries on with a smile. She found a way out of her dark well and was brave enough to step away from it and keep walking. Chris adored her for it. He felt powerful knowing something he did helped her get to where she was today. And he liked that feeling. The feeling that you were needed and that someone relied on and trusted you. Chris was addicted to this feeling. He never wanted it to go away. No matter what happened at the end of this trip, Chris wanted to have Scarlet in his life.
hi! i’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but someone has plagiarized your elijah x reader fic “little miracle” and reposted it in a big collection of plagiarized fics they’re claiming as their own tvd oneshots series. here’s the link to the work on ao3, i just thought you’d like to know <3
Thank you. This has never happened to me before. lol I guess my writing is good enough the steal 🤗
Summary: y/n reluctantly goes to a family reunion that may or may not be a disaster
TW: adoption hate, No y/n used
You were sitting in the living room reading a book when Alfred walked into the manor with the mail. He placed it on the table behind the couch and went into the kitchen to start dinner. Jason came running into the room and jumped on the couch next to you.
“Hey, mom, whatcha doin’,” he asked, laying his head on your shoulder.
“Just reading,” you answered as you turned the page of your book. Jason snuggled closer to you and let out a sigh. You put your book down and looked over at your son.
“What's the matter, J,” you asked, placing your book on the table behind you.
Jason sat up straight and looked at you. He gave you a serious look, which made you worry a little. Jason was one of the least serious of your kids; well, they are all less serious than Damian. “Nothing, just bored,” he said, looking at you with a smile.
“Mom, did the mail come in yet?” Tim yelled, running up from the cave.
“Yes, Alfred just brought it in,” you replied.
Tim ran into the living room and searched through the mail. He was so excited that he dropped the rest of the mail on the floor. Your husband walked in and sat down on the couch between you and Jason.
“Hey honey,” Bruce said, kissing your temple.
“Tim, make sure you pick up your mess,” you said, cuddling into Bruce.
It was moments like these, where Bruce and the boys stayed home that made all the drama of marrying Batman/ Bruce Wayne worth it. Just as Tim came and sat on the chair next to you, Dick and Damian walked in through the front door. Dick walked over to you and kissed your cheek while Damian stood in the living room with a grimace.
“Grayson, just because I asked a question about your job didn’t mean I wanted to spend the day with you,” he exclaimed.
Dick went to throw his keys on the table, but they landed on the floor. When we bent down to grab them, he noticed an envelope under the couch.
“Hey, Mom, there’s mail for you,” he said, handing it over.
Your name was handwritten on a baby blue envelope. Just from the writing, you knew what was in this piece of mail. Your mother was trying to get you to come to a family reunion, but we were not interested. You loved your family, but there were some people you just didn’t want to talk to anymore. “It's nothing.” You said, placing it on the table and opening your book back up to finish the chapter you were reading when Jason interrupted you.
“Nothing, Mother, it looks important. It’s handwritten,” Damian said, opening it up.
Before you could stop him, he started to read the invitation, which you had already gotten about seven times. Bruce looked over at you and gave you a questioning look as your son finished reading the invitation.
“Like I said, it's nothing,” you said, getting up from the couch and grabbing the invitation from Damian.
“Family reunion. That sounds fun, Mom,” Jason said, grabbing the card from your hands.
“Sure, but not when it’s my family that is reuniting,” you replied, grabbing the invite again.
This time, before anyone can grab it from you again, you rip it up and throw it in the waste basket in the living room. You knew you probably should have burned it, but you had hope that your sons and husband knew to leave it alone. You went to your office to do a couple of things for work when you got a call from your mother.
Hey Sweetie
“Hey, mom. What’s up.”
Nothing, I just wanted to talk to my daughter.
“I’m not going mom.”
We miss you
“I miss you too, Mom. You know you and Dad are welcome to come visit whenever you want. The kids miss you.”
Sweetheart, please
“Is she going to be there?”
Yes. She’s a part of this family.
“Then just let me know when you and Dad want to come visit.”
It’s not just me who misses you. It's in two weeks you still have time to change your mind.
“Ugh, Mom, if I say I'll think about it, will you stop sending the invitations?”
Yes, only if you consider it
“Ok, Mom, I will consider going to the reunion.”
Great, well, I’m going to let you go and let you get back to work Tell my grand-babies I love them and tell Bruce I said hi.
“Alright, mom. I love you bye.”
Love you too, baby. Bye
You hung up the phone and looked up when you heard a small knock at your office door. Bruce was standing in the doorway, waiting for you to finish your phone call. He walked over and sat on the edge of your desk.
“Mom says hi,” you said, placing your phone on your desk and walking to stand in front of your husband.
Bruce gave you the face he makes when he wants you to tell him what’s wrong, but he won’t ask.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you told him, placing your head on his chest.
“I didn’t say anything,” he responded, wrapping his arms around you tightly.
“I would love to see everyone, but every time I’m in the same room with HER, it doesn’t end well. You remember,” you opened up.
The memory of the last time you had a run-in with your sister. It was before you and Bruce adopted Dick. It was also the last family reunion you went to. The night just went downhill as soon as she walked into the house. It ended with her calling you a gold-digging whore and Bruce having to hold you back from attacking her.
“Oh, I remember. You were scary,” he said with a smile as he kissed your head.
“Mom. Scary? Impossible,” Damian said, walking in to check up on you.
You knew that going to the reunion was a terrible idea. No matter how much you would love to be around everyone again. Bruce looked at you, and you knew whatever you decided, he was going to support you no matter what.
“Your mother can be very scary,” he responded to Damian but still looked at you.
“Demon, ask her about the letter,” you heard Jason “whisper” from the hall.
You laughed and shook your head as you stepped out of Bruce’s warm embrace. Damian tried to act like he had no idea what Jason was saying or that he couldn’t hear his brother from the hall, but you knew better. When you walked past him to go to the door, Damian avoided eye contact and acted innocent.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself, Jay,” you said, poking your head out of your office and looking at Jay.
He quickly stood up and caught your other boys off balance, making them either stumble back or fall on the ground. You motioned with your head to come in while you walked back to your office.
“Grandma says hi,” you said, sitting on your desk.
“You talked to grandma,” Dick asked excitingly.
Just seeing Dick’s reaction, you knew that you had to go for your sons. You looked over to your husband, and he knew what you were going to do.
“That letter was from Grandma about a family reunion in two weeks,” you explained. “I didn’t say anything about it sooner because last time I was at a family reunion, it didn’t end well.”
“Your mother almost got into a fight,” Bruce explained further as he took out his phone and rearranged his schedule so he could go with you.
“Mom getting into a fight. I would love to see that,” Jay said, sitting in one of the chairs in front of your desk and putting his feet on your desk.
“You might jay bird,” you whispered.
“So, are we going,” Tim asked.
After taking a deep breath to calm your already anxious mind, you told them yes. You grabbed your phone to call your mother to tell her that you will be attending, so Bruce and the boys left your office. Your mother was super happy that you would be going home. She told you how she wasn’t going to tell anyone, so it would be a big surprise. After you hung up, you were heading back to spend time with your family when you overheard Bruce and the kids talking.
“I can’t imagine mom getting in a fight,” Dick stated.
“You haven’t seen your mother with her sister,” Bruce responded, taking a sip of his drink.
“Aunt Lilah?” Tim asked.
“No, Sophia.”
“She has another sister,” Jason exclaimed.
You walked into the living room, and the boys stopped asking questions because they didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or angry. You sat down next to your husband and Jason and put on a movie.
The next two weeks consisted of your mother texting you how excited she was to have you, Bruce, and the kids back home. You also spent those two weeks learning some kind of calming technique Alfred knew in hopes it would help you not go crazy. The night before you left to head back to your hometown, the boys kept talking about how they were excited to see where you grew up and hopefully learn some embarrassing stories about you.
In the morning, you woke up before Bruce and just watched the love of your life sleep. You trace your name over his chest when you hear a small laugh escape your husband’s throat. Your hands stopped as your eyes met his blue eyes. He grabbed your hand, brought it to his mouth, and placed a small is on the palm.
“You don’t have to mark me. I'm already your’s,” Bruce said, pulling you onto him.
“Shut it,” you smacked him.
The two of you just lay there til Alfred knocked on the door and came in with two cups of coffee and the newspaper. He placed the try on Bruce’s nightstand and opened the curtains before leaving. Bruce handed you your cup, and you just wrapped your hands around the mug, absorbing its warmth. A light kiss on your right shoulder brought you back to reality.
“Penny for your thought,” Bruce asked, leaving more kisses on your naked shoulders.
“Wow, only a penny. When did you get so cheap,” you joked, placing your coffee on your nightstand and turning towards your husband.
He let out a chuckle, pushing you on your back, and hovered over you. “When my wife got so expensive,” he joked, leaving love bites on your neck and collarbone. You slapped his chest at his comment. “I hate you,” you said, pulling him on top of you so you’re being crushed by his weight.
“Sure you do.” Bruce pried himself from your grasp to get ready for the flight. “As much as I would enjoy you staying like that for the trip, it might traumatize the kids,” he joked, staring at your naked form still lying in bed.
“Or we can just forget the reunion and abandon our kids and just go on another honeymoon,” you suggested as you got out of bed and joined Bruce in the bathroom.
“They would find us,” he replied after giving your idea a moment's thought.
“And whose fault it is that they are great detectives,” you asked, getting into the shower.
While you and Bruce were taking a shower, Alfred was in the room packing your bags for the trip. Since the boys haven’t seen your parents in a long time, you decided to spend a week at home. The boys were excited to get to spend so much time with their grandparents.
“Your flight is scheduled to leave in an hour, so I suggest you two hurry up,” Alfred yelled as he left the room.
“Last time I checked, it's my plane,” Bruce called back as he was helping you dry off.
“The sooner you leave, the sooner I can find some actual peace,” Alfred replied, causing you to laugh.
The boys were waiting in the living room with all their bags when you and Bruce finally got dressed. You saw how excited they were for the reunion, and you understood. You come from a giant and mainly loving family. They’ve heard a few stories from your childhood, and you noticed how there was a longing look in their eyes. So, you decided to push past all the drama and try your best to make this the best weekend for your kids. You want them to have a happy, normal family experience.
“You guys ready to head out,” you asked, interrupting their conversations.
They all jumped up, grabbed their bags, and ran to the car. You laughed at their antics as you followed them out. During the car ride to the airport, the boys were planning all the things they wanted to do during the week. Bruce pulled you against his side as you watched the kids.
“I brought some of the jokers laughing gas if you need it,” Bruce whispered into your ear.
“I'm gonna need it later, I’m fine now,” you laughed.
“We can just drop the boys off and go do something just us,” he suggested, kissing the top of your head.
“No,” you exclaimed, jumping up and turning to him.
Bruce looked at you with concern and questioning. “What’s wrong,” he asked.
“We are all going as a family,” you replied, ignoring his question.
“Mom,” Dick asked.
“It's nothing, ok. I promise,” you replied, rubbing his back.
As soon as you got on the plane, your outburst was forgotten by all except Bruce. As soon as the pilot said we were free to roam the plane, Bruce unbuckled your seat belt and pulled you into his lap.
“B, the kids are right there,” you lightly scorned as you tried to get out of his lap.
“As much as I would like to. I’d much rather talk about your outburst in the car.”
“I don’t want them alone around Sophia,” you told him.
Before he could ask why, you pulled out your phone to show him the family bulletin email chain. You showed him the edition where Sophia announced the birth of her son, Aaron. And her reply to why the title was a new addition to the grandkids instead of the first grandchild.
“She constantly refuses to acknowledge the boys as family. Because they are not blood, they don’t count,” you explained.
“Sounds like Damien when he first came to us,” he joked, pulling you closer to him.
“Yeah, but Damien matured and realized he was wrong. She never has. I’m worried she’s going to open her mouth and ruin their trip,”
“They’ve heard all that before, especially when the world wants to know if/when we are going to have a baby. But they know the truth.”
“But that’s coming from strangers. This would be from family.”
“Does anyone else think that way?”
“No.”
“Then there should be nothing to worry about,” You relaxed in his arms and rested your head on his shoulder. “But if something does happen, I’ll release the laughing gas, and we can book it out of there.”
You let out a loud laugh, causing everyone to look at you. Bruce buried his face in your neck and just enjoyed the sound of your laughter. He only pulled away when Damien came over and glared at you.
“Ummi, father, please, do not join the mile-high club while we are right here,” he said with a deadpan look on his face before going back to the video game he was playing with Jason.
“Oh my god,” you said, trying not to laugh as you looked at your husband.
“Damien, really,” he asked, turning to look at his youngest.
“That’s your kid,” you said, getting back into your seat.
“Mine,” he laughed, quickly checking his phone.
You nodded your head as you took a sip of your drink. The rest of the flight, Bruce did as much work as he could finish before the plane landed, and you read more of your book. When the plane landed, instead of a town car, your mother was standing by her minivan, jumping up and down.
“She insisted on picking us up,” Bruce explained, helping you down the stairs.
“Jida,” Damien yelled, jumping over the railing and running over to your mother. Your heart melted at the sight of Damien jumping into your mother’s arms. She spun him around and then put him back on the ground. As soon as she took a step back, Jason wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off the ground.
“Oh my, baby, what are you feeding this one,” your mother laughed, hugging Jason back.
“Jay, put Granny down before you hurt her,” Tim warned as he started putting the bags in the trunk of the minivan.
Bruce helped Tim while you tried to greet your mother. Before you could get your hug, Dick stepped between you and stole your hug. “Oh my, look how tall you’ve gotten. Your being safe,” she asked, pushing him back slightly as she looked over him.
“Yes, Granny, I'm being very careful at work,” he said, pulling her into another hug and kissing her cheek.
Once he released her, you finally got your hug. “That one worries me all the time,” she whispered in your ear.
“Me too, but I get texts after his shifts, so I know he is safe.”
“I need those too,” she said, looking at Dick and Jason as they smacked each other on the back of the head.
“Oh, my favorite son-in-law,” your mother said as she pushed you aside to hug Bruce.
“Hey, ma,” he said, kissing her cheeks. “You look amazing.”
“You’re already my favorite, no need to suck up,” she joked, slapping his arm.
Your mother loved Bruce. As soon as you told her you were dating, she warned you to be careful cause of his reputation. But after she met him, she would always say, ‘Don’t do anything stupid to mess that up. I’ll choose him in the breakup.’ Sometimes, she’d just randomly call Bruce, and they would chat for a couple of hours.
Once all the bags were in the car, Bruce insisted he drive so your mother could relax and catch up with the boys. You sat in the passenger seat so your mother could sit between Tim and Damien.
While Bruce was driving, he kept one hand on the wheel and the other was holding your hand. You just watched him drive as you listened to the lively conversation in the back of the car.
“Never thought I’d see THE Bruce Wayne drive a minivan,” you joked, drawing circles on his hand. “I should send Clark a pic so he has an exclusive.”
Bruce squeezed your hand in response. “Don’t make me tell Ma that you’re being mean to me.”
Even though he whispered it, your mother still heard, and she slapped your arm. “Leave my baby alone,” she scorned, gently shaking his shoulder, then she returned to Tim’s story.
You quickly stuck your tongue out at Bruce, then quickly made sure your mother didn’t notice. When Tim finished his story, your mother leaned forward and told you how the rooms were made so you could stay with her.
“Mom, there is not enough room for all of us.”
“Please, unless you had planned on wasting money on five different hotel rooms, I have enough room. The boys will double up,” she said, playing with Damien’s hair.
“What about everyone else.”
“I kicked them out. Told them they couldn’t stay the night. Besides, unlike you, everyone else lives close by.”
Deciding against arguing with your mother, you accepted that you were staying at home. When Bruce pulled into the driveway, your father was mowing the lawn. As soon as everyone got out of the car, Dick and Jason went over to your father to mow the lawn for him.
“They don’t do that at home,” You commented, watching Dick push Jason to the ground and start up the lawn mower.
“Our lawn is too big for a normal lawn mower,” Tim said, getting the bags out of the car.
“Ah yes, the plight of the rich,” you joked, ruffling Tim’s hair.
Your mother carried in your small bag and carried it up to your room. Then, she showed Tim and Damien the guest room and Lilah’s room that she made up for them. Tim refused to share a room with Damien, so they went their separate ways.
“You guys freshen up, and I’ll start dinner,” your mother said, leaving you in your room.
“Absolutely not. You set everything up for tomorrow. I'm taking us all out for dinner. You just relax. And make sure to utilize the 12 hands you have to help with tomorrow,” Bruce said, holding her hands.
“You’re too sweet,” she replied, gently patting his cheek.
“He’s right, Mom. Why is no one here to help.”
“I didn’t ask Lilah 'cause she’s got her hands full with the kids and with Henry being deployed. I asked Sophia, but she said she couldn’t. But now I can put those boys to work. You baby them too much,” she replied, ignoring your look of disappointment.
“Mom, you are the one that spoils them,” you joke.
“They are my grandbabies it's my job. Now, why don’t you two hurry up and unpack? I'm ready to eat you out of house and home,” she joked, walking down the hall.
“If those boys couldn’t do that, I doubt you could,” Bruce joked back.
After dinner and a lot of butt-kissing done by the kids, you and Bruce got ready for bed. You were doing your nighttime routine when Bruce came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Bruce took the moisturizer out of your hands and, just held you and stared at you in the mirror.
“I can feel your tension,” he said, kissing your neck.
“I'm worried about tomorrow,” you admit.
“I’ll fake a work emergency if you want.”
“Won’t be as effective since we are staying here.”
He chuckled and placed another kiss on your neck before telling you to hurry up and come to bed. Your mother never changed a single thing in your room, so it looks exactly like it did when you left for college. Same embarrassing posters. Same stuffed animals. Same book. Same twin-sized bed you were supposed to share with your gigantic husband.
There wasn’t a single inch of room for you to lay next to him. Not that it mattered at home you have a California king yet seem to still sleep on top of each other overnight. You were going to lay on top of Bruce, but he moved, so he was on top. His head was on your chest, and your legs were tangled together. Even though you knew his feet were hanging off the edge, he quickly fell asleep. You, on the other hand, stayed up longer, running your finger through his hair, praying to anything and everything that nothing terrible happens tomorrow.
“Let her sleep some more,” you heard someone whisper before the door closed.
Since you didn’t feel the 200-pound man on top of you, you figured that Bruce already started his day. You knew you should get up and help, but unlike the rest of your family, you are not accustomed to minimal sleep. But your plan to get more sleep was thwarted by a tiny body getting into the bed and jumping on your stomach.
“Tete, wake up,” your niece yelled, trying to force your eyes open.
“Robin,” you heard your husband whisper and pick the little girl off you.
“It's morning time. Tete needs to wake up Ruce,” she said with her adorable lisp.
“Tete is very tired.”
“But it's morning.”
“I'll give you candy if you let her sleep more.”
“5 dowars AND candy,” she said with as stern of a voice as a four-year-old can have.
“You’re just like your aunt,” Bruce said before carrying the little girl out.
Another 5 minutes passed by before you heard the door open. Someone walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. “I know you're awake, dummy,” your sister Lilah said, slapping your feet.
“First, your kid jumps on my stomach, then you slap me. Your violence is spreading,” you joke, sitting up to hug your sister. “I didn’t know you’d be here this early.”
“Yeah, I figured mom was super busy and forgot to call me, but imagine my surprise when I find out the prodigal daughter returned.”
Lilah handed you a cup of coffee and climbed into bed next to you. It felt like the old days when you two would sit in your bed and talk about anything and everything.
“You know I’m surprised you showed up,” she said, gently nudging your side.
“Me too, but the kids missed Mom, and I can’t just keep hiding,” you admitted.
“How’s Henry,” you asked, changing the subject before she was mentioned.
“He’s good. Safe. And excited to hear what happens.” She laughs.
Robin opened the door and ran into the room laughing. Your husband came in after her and lifted her off the ground.
“You promised,” he said, holding her upside down.
“It's been hours.”
“It's been 7 minutes,” he said, turning her rightsize up. “Oh, morning, sweetie.” He walked over to kiss you while holding a wiggly child.
“Tete, you sleep forever,” she said, slipping from Bruce’s grasp and getting between you and Lilah.
You handed your cup to Bruce and attacked Robin with tickles. Robin laughed and cried out for her mom to save her, but Lilah watched and said she should have listened and let Tete sleep.
“Ruce, save me,” she laughed.
“I got you, princess,” he said, pulling her from my grasp. “Come one, let's go help with breakfast.”
Before he left, Bruce looked at you and blew you a kiss. You heard your sister laugh and gently kick you. Lilah caught you up on her life and what Robin has been doing and showed you pictures of baby James, who was snatched from her by your mother as soon as she stepped inside.
You wanted to stay in bed longer, but the smell of cinnamon rolls filled the house. You and Lilah looked at each other before racing each other down to the kitchen.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” your father greeted, looking up from baby James.
“Morning, Dad,” you said, kissing his cheek and then making faces at James.
You took a seat at the dining table, and Robin came to bring you a cinnamon roll drenched in icing. “I made this one for you, Tete.”
The roll had so much icing that when you bit into it, you could’ve sworn that you got a cavity. Your mother came out of the kitchen and plopped down in the chair across from you. She looked exhausted.
“All the food is prepped we just need to throw it in the oven,” she said, picking at a cinnamon roll.
“Mom, did you wake the kids to help you,” you asked, slightly scorning her.
“They need their sleep they are growing boys,” she said.
Before you could scorn her some more, she got up and said she was going to take a nap. Your father came over to you and handed you the baby, and dragged your husband outside to help set up the tables and chairs.
After everything was set up and you put a couple of dishes in the oven, you brought James to the floor and played with his toys with him. Your kids sat on the couch watching TV while you got up with James every couple of minutes to switch out the dishes.
“How do you do that,” Dick asked, helping you put a dish in the oven.
“I’m a mom. It’s a mom superpower,” she said, closing the oven with her hip and starting the timer.
“I can take him to make it easier,” he offered, holding his arms out.
“Im fine, Dick. Besides, Im soaking up all the baby time I can get,” you said, blowing raspberries on James’ arm.
At noon, people started showing up. First, it was your aunt and uncles, then your cousins. The next thing you knew, the house and backyard were filled with family members.
“Im going to try and put him down for a quick nap,” Lilah said, taking James from your arms.
“Okay. You can use my room. I think Damien and Jay are in your old room.”
You tried to find your husband but were suddenly being hugged by someone. “I can’t believe you’re here,” your favorite cousin said, hugging you.
You turned to face them and gave them a proper hug. They dragged you outside and grabbed a drink. Just chatting with your cousin lifted your spirits, but then you heard Sophia’s voice and could have sworn there was the noise of a record scratch, then she stepped into the backyard.
Aaron stepped from behind her, and his face lit up when he saw Dick entertaining the kids with his acrobatic skills. He ran to Dick, and luckily your son was done his flips when Aaron latched himself to his left leg.
“Hey, nugget,” Dick said, picking Aaron up and tossing him up in the air.
Just as Sophia came up to you, Bruce appeared by your side and kissed your temple. Sophia looked between the two of you and smiled. “Oh, you two are so cute. Im so glad it worked out so far,” she said, hugging you.
Bruce wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. “She can’t get rid of me.” He gave you another kiss on the temple before hugging Sophia.
“How have you been,” he asked since you couldn’t open your mouth without saying something mean.
“Amazing, it’s hard with three kids under ten, but it’s so adorable watching them grow up,” she said with a condescending smile.
“Sophia,” you heard her husband call as he came up behind her with a look of apology. “I was getting the kids out of the car, and you just disappeared.”
“I heard my sister was here I just had to come see her. I haven’t seen her in years,” she pouted. “How are the kids,” she asked, glancing over your shoulder.
“My kids are great. They are over there with all the other kids,” you said, turning to wave at Damien.
“Oh right, that’s Bruce’s son. I read about that in the news. So glad you two worked through that issue.”
“Damien is my son, too. And that’s none of your business,” you said, flexing your hand.
“Ummi, I'm hungry,” Damien said with a fake smile, trying to act like a normal 10-year-old.
“Ummi,” your sister questioned.
“It's Arabic for mother,” you said, grabbing Damien’s hand and bringing him inside to get him food. As soon as you got inside, you let his hand go and turned to him. “Which one put you up to that,” you asked, hugging him.
“Father, he gave us signals so we could be a buffer. But I don’t understand why I had to act like an idiotic fool,” he scowled as he crossed his arms.
“I love you,” you said, ruffling his hair.
“I love you too, Ummi,” he said, grabbing a plate and grabbing his food.
With that freedom, you decided to walk around and converse with anyone else. You were talking with weird Uncle Bert when Sophia found you again. Everyone in the room got quiet and just watched the two of you.
“I’m so proud of you, little sis,” she said, rubbing my arm.
“Whatever for Soph,” you asked, slowly turning to her.
“For putting on a brave face with Bruce’s affair and accepting the consequence with open arms,” she said with a genuine smile like nothing she just said was wrong.
“Excuse me,” you exclaimed. “First off, that consequence is my son, and I’ve already told you to mind your own business in the matter.”
“Sorry, I guess you’re still sensitive about it. I thought you and Bruce were in a good place.”
“We are,” you replied, confused about where she was taking this.
“Oh good, so when are you finally going to have a kid,” she asked giddily.
“I have four kids. But I’m not sure when we are going to have a baby,” you replied through your teeth.
“Yes, of course you have ‘kids,’ but like an actual kid. You're the only one without one,’ she said, playing with a string on her sweater like she didn’t just insult you.
“Why the air quotes, Sophia,” you asked, clenching your fist.
“Cause they're not your kids. You didn’t give birth to them. They are not your blood. So they don’t count.
Outside, Bruce was looking around for you when he saw Sophia’s husband looking around, too. “Scott, where’s your wife,” he asked with a small bit of panic in his voice.
“Hopefully not by your wife saying something very stupid.”
“Excuse me,” they heard you yell.
“I think I found them,” Scott groaned, rubbing his face in annoyance.
“Boys code red,” Bruce shouted before going inside.
When he got to where you were, your face was red and cracking your knuckles. He could tell you were pissed.
“What the hell do you mean they don’t count,” you asked, fuming.
“Look, if it means that much to you, I'll let them get into the family photo,” Sophia said, holding her hands up.
“Oh, thank you so much for letting my kids join my family photo,” you said sarcastically.
“You know how much mom loves her grandkids I just hope she gets some from you.”
“She has 4. Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damien.”
“Real grandchildren.”
“Ok, that’s it. Just because they are not my blood and I didn’t give birth to those boys doesn’t mean they are not my kids. I love them with every ounce of my being. I came to this for them cause they missed Mom, but you came and opened your mouth, spouting ignorant shit once again. And if Bruce and I have a baby, I'm not going to love those boys any less. Cause I chose to love those boys, and they chose to have me as their mother, and nothing could top the feeling of hearing them call me mom for the first time. Now, please, for once, keep those thoughts to yourself. No one cares about your Etsy shop or how you're trying to start a media business.”
“I was being nice before, but since you want to be a bitch I can too. That little one is a freaking psychopath, and I don’t want him around my kids. The oldest is a terrible influence cause now Aaron wants to join a circus. The other one, Jason, is even worse. What kind of kid fakes his death at 13 years old? Guess you're not that great of a “mother.” I mean, look at his scars, and he’s probably on drugs. The only one I feel sorry for is Tim. He looks so sleep-deprived I'm not sure what you’re doing to that poor kid, but CPS needs to take him and the psycho away from you,”
Before you could attack her for threatening to take your kids away, you heard Damien yell out in pain. You pushed through the crowd that formed and went to him.
“What’s wrong, dami,” you asked him.
“I hurt myself outside,” he said with a tear falling down his cheek.
You saw your mom staying in the kitchen and told her you were taking Dami to the hospital and weren’t coming back til Sophia was gone. When you stepped outside, you watched as Damien popped his shoulder back in place.
“Damn, mom. I'm a bit scared of you now,” Jason said, scratching his head.
“Good. Not stop using Damien and a buffer, and don’t dislocate his shoulder again to do it.” You said, making sure Damien was okay.
“Yeah, I could have faked it.”
“Are you okay,” Bruce asked, hugging you.
“No, I hate her so much,” you said before turning to your boys. “I'm sorry about that. I hope you don’t take what she said to heart.”
“I mean, the demon is a psychopath,” Jason joked, earning him a kick in the shins from Dick. “No, mom. We’ve heard that kind of stuff before it doesn’t bother us cause you are our mom.”
You were hugging all your kids when the front door opened, and Sophia stormed out angry, and Henry followed with their three kids. Sophia sat in the passenger seat while Henry put the kids in the car.
“I'm so sorry,” Henry said, coming over to say goodbye. “It was nice seeing you two again, and nice meeting your kids.”
“His wife is nuts, but he seems like a cool guy,” Tim said as the car pulled out of the driveway.
Your mom came out of the house and saw that you guys were still here. “Is he okay,” she asked, looking over Damien.
“Yeah, he just dislocated his shoulder. We popped it back in. Is Jen still in there so she can give him a quick look over,” you asked.
Your mother nodded and went to grab your cousin, the pediatric doctor. “Mother, I'm fine. I’ve done that hundreds of times,”
“I know, but I would still like a medical professional to check it out since your brother actually hurt you,” you said, glaring at Jason.
“I was trying to stop a fight.”
Jenny came out and checked Damien’s arm. She said it seemed perfectly fine, but she would prefer to have it x-rayed to double-check, but for now, an ice compress at the joint will do.
“Come on, boys, I’ve got to show you your mother's baby pictures. Have I ever told you about the time she went missing from home and we found her 3 hours later in the fireplace,” she called from the entryway.
“Oh no,” you groaned, covering your face.
“No,” Jason laughed as he ran inside to gather some leverage for the next time he was in trouble.
“Fireplace,” Bruce asked, laughing.
“You might as well go listen to see what you're getting yourself into if we have a baby,” you said, pulling him inside.
“Why does a mini-you terrify me more than my night job.”
“Cause I was terrible growing up.”
“Was,” he asked, pulling your back towards him.
“Listen here, Mr. Wayne,” you started to scorn before he pressed his lips to yours.
“Oh my god Mom you started a fire at 3,” Dick laughed.
“It was an accident.”
“Yeah, I'm terrified for our future children.”
“Of baby. You should be terrified of our future children,” you said right before Damien yelled about how you told a police officer your mother kidnapped you cause she wouldn’t get you a toy.
Bruce laughed and shook his head as the two of you walked into the house.
summary: Henry comes home still wearing fake tattoos from his latest movie.
Henry Cavill is a kind and loving man. He is the real-life Superman. And he’s British so he’s automatically very polite and nice to everyone. He looks like an actual bear with all those muscles but he’s really just a giant teddy bear who requires cuddles to function. He usually plays good guys in the movies cause it's who he is.
Which is why the world lost its mind when Mission Impossible: Fallout came out. Henry “king of nerds” Cavill was a bad guy. Seeing him betray, hurt, and kill was out of pocket and extremely hot. And you were not expecting it. When you started dating you told him not to give you any spoilers from his movies. You wanted to get the whole experience when you saw it at the premiere. Sometimes it backfired like in Dawn of Justice when Superman died, and you were caught off guard but he brought you tissues cause he knew you needed them. And when you got married that promise was in your vows. Maybe cause you told him you would divorce him if he spoiled anything for you.
So when you watched your husband who can’t hurt a fly try and destroy the world and kill millions, you got turned on. Seeing a darker side of him was very attractive. And every girl can tell you how villains are a lot more attractive than heroes. So when you got home from the premiere you jumped his bones. And for the next 24 hours, you two rarely left the bed for longer than 5 minutes. The phrase fucking like rabbits could have legally changed to fucking like Cavill’s.
After that when he would look over scripts his agent sent him, you would help him and pick out the role you liked (spoiler if he played the bad guy you liked it). He auditioned for the roles you liked cause he could never say no to you and you would never steer him wrong. And he got the role. You did your civic duty to the world and Henry Cavill was going to be a bad guy again on the silver screen.
And now while he’s filming you spend all day with your favorite Cavill, Kal. You had gotten a text from your husband saying filming was running late and he wouldn’t be home in time for dinner which didn’t bother you at all. You made a simple pasta dinner and left it on the table cause you didn’t want to eat without him. Usually, when he runs late he gets home around 10 or 11 instead of 6 and you had a big lunch with friends so you didn’t mind waiting. While you waited for him to come home you and Kal sat on the couch watching The Office (American edition). It was the episode with Asian Jim so you were dying laughing over Dwight's reaction. Suddenly the front door opened and you felt a kiss on the top of your head, cause you were too busy to look over at who walked in the house. Though you knew it was Henry.
“I could have been a robber,” he lightly scorned seeing as the front door was unlocked.
“Well then the robber could finish the episode with me and then take our things,” you teased still not looking at him.
“You are a pain, love,” he said taking off his jacket and locking the front door.
Kal, your nice warm cuddle buddy, jumped off the couch and ran to Henry excited that he was home. You turned to scorn your husband for causing your furnace to leave when you took in his appearance.
“What is that,” you asked him noticing how he was covered in tattoos. Like COVERED. His neck, both arms and his knuckles had ink.
“I didn’t want to keep the makeup artist there any longer and I told them to leave them til tomorrow,” he explained rubbing behind Kal’s ear.
When he was met with silence he looked over at you and noticed you were staring. He immediately thought you were turned off.
“I’ll try to get us to wrap earlier tomorrow so they have time to take it off,” he says grabbing Kal’s leash to take him on a walk.
“You don’t have to,” you said staring at the tattoo on his neck and biting your lip.
It suddenly clicked in his mind that you were very much turned on. He smirked at your reaction and bent over to whisper in your ear.
“I'm going to walk Kal and when I get back I'll show you the rest of them.”
“There’s more,” you gasped finally bringing yourself to look him in the eye.
He simply replied with a nod and walked back out of the house to walk the dog. Henry might have been gone for only 10 minutes but seeing how you were suddenly very hot and bothered it felt like hours. You were too antsy to move from your spot on the couch and could not for the life of you pay attention to the antics of Jim and Dwight. When Henry finally came back, he sent Kal to lie down in his bed in the living room and threw you over his shoulders to bring you to the bedroom.
“You are not helping my situation,” you cried out as he threw you on the bed.
“I'm not in a helping mood,” he replied taking off his shirt.
His chest was covered in tattoos and scars. There was no bare centimeter of skin. You got on your knees and slowly ran your hand over the art. When you reached his navel he turned around and showed you the back. There was a cross with a rose intertwined with it and blood dripping from the stem. You turned him back around and placed one hand over the skill on his chest and your other hand covered the flames on his neck and brought him down to you for a very firm kiss. His hands went to your waist and he laid you down hovering over you. As soon as you got your legs out from under you they went around his waist to bring him closer to you. The kiss got very heated and sloppy. His lips left yours and traveled to your neck. Your hands alternated between gripping his hair and scratching his back.
He pulled himself from you and removed the shirt you were wearing leaving your chest bare. He kissed your nose then your lips then your neck and kept traveling til he was right above your shorts. You whined as he slowly took off your shorts and peppered your hips with kisses. When he finally took your shorts off he kissed the inside of your ankle and slowly went up til his nose brushed against your very wet cunt.
“Hen, please,” you cried as he just kept kissing your inner thigh and letting his mouth hover so close but so far from when you needed him.
“Where do you need me,” he asked bringing his face back up to yours and staring into your eyes. “Here,” he asked placing a kiss on your neck. You shook your head no. “here,” he asked kissing between your breasts.
“No,” you cried wiggling beneath him.
His hands gripped your hips causing your movements to cease and his lips brushed over your right nipple. “Here?” You again shook your head no. and he did the same to your left nipple. He asked the same question and got the same answer. He continued to kiss down your body, your stomach, hips, knee, and ankle but still wouldn’t touch you where you needed him.
“If you don’t hurry up or I’m going to do it myself,” you cried out.
“No, you’re not. You are mine, your kisses are mine. Your tears are mine. Your whimpers, moans, and pleas are mine. And for damn sure your orgasms are mine. No one, no toy, not even these beautiful fingers can bring you the pleasure I can,” he said kissing the tip of all ten of your fingers. “They can’t fill you or stretch you the way I can. You will forever be unsatisfied, empty, and cold without my fingers, mouth, and cock to fill you and keep you warm.”
His mouth finally hovered over where you needed him. He could see and smell how turned on you were but still hesitated to do anything about it. “Say it. Say no one can fuck you like I can. Tell me you are mine,” he said staring at you.
You wiggled and cried and gasped at the feeling of his hot breath on your cunt. You tried to close your leg to get a little morsel of relief but his hands gripped your thighs and forced them open.
“Say it,” he said again this time deliberately blowing directly on your clit.
“Fuck. I’m yours only yours. No one can ever fuck me as good as you do,” you cried trying to close your legs again but not moving them an inch. “Please Hen I can’t take it.”
“Good girl. I’ve got you just relax,” he said before attaching his mouth to your aching cunt and eating you out like a starved man.
His tongue traveled from your clit to your vagina and back again. He started sucking on your clit but his eyes never left your face. He watched as your eyes closed and face contorted with pleasure. Your hands gripped his hair and you were either trying to pull him away or pushing him in more you didn’t know but a groan left his throat causing you to fall over the edge and cum in his mouth.
He lapped up the juices and sat back and just admired the mess between your legs. He used his fingers to spread you open so he could get a closer look. He spits in your very exposed cunt and then goes back to eating you like you were a whole meal at a 5-star restaurant. You cried and screamed his name when his teeth gently grazed over your clit. Before you could even come down from your first orgasm the second one hit like a ton of bricks. Your hips lifted off the bed and you screamed his name but he still wasn’t done. When your legs stopped shaking he finally removed his mouth and bruised your lips with a kiss. You let out a moan when you tasted yourself on his lips.
You opened your eyes and noticed his were filled with a lustful/predatory look. He gently pressed kisses on your nose and lips causing you to laugh. His hand traveled from your neck to your left breast then down til his fingers stopped between your legs.
“I'm not done with you princess, that was just my mouth. We still have my fingers,” he said pressing two into you without warning causing you to gasp. “And my cock,” he said placing a small kiss on your neck.
“Fuck Hen,” you cried turning your head away from him.
“On no princess, I said those are mine. You are going to look in my eyes as you come undone on just my fingers,” he said turning your head towards him.
You couldn’t say a word so you just nodded as your response. He thrust his finger in and out of you so slowly that it was almost painful. “Faster please,” you whined running your hands through his hair and bringing his lips against you.
“Too impatient, you that much of a whore you can’t wait to drench my finger,” he asked picking up his speed.
“Oh yes,” you said both at the new pace and his words.
“Yes, what,” he asked pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his lips. “Fuck you taste exquisite.”
You whined at the now empty feeling seeing as you were so close to cumming again. “Yes, I'm your whore please.”
Satisfied with your answer he plunged his fingers into your agains and was fucking you with such a brutal pace that tears fell from your eyes. “That’s my good girl. You're doing so well for me. You're taking my fingers so well, should we add another,” he asked rubbing your clit with his fingers.
“Yes, Daddy please.”
He inserted another finger and stretched you out. Henry stroked your face when he saw you wince in pain.
“It's okay baby, Your pussy was made for me. I can feel you gripping my fingers. Do you wanna cum,” he asked kissing your ear.
“Please,” you whined.
“Let go, Daddy’s got you,” he whispered. “Be my good girl and cum for me.”
The knot in your stomach broke and a wave of ecstasy filled every atom of your body. His finger still fucked you through through your intense orgasm. When you came down he once again removed his fingers. He brought them to your lips and gave them a little tap.
“Clean my fingers, taste how sweet you taste,” he said looking at you.
You sucked your cum off his fingers like there was no tomorrow while your eyes never left his. Once you were done he removed his fingers from your mouth and got off the bed to remove his jeans. Out of instinct, you got on your knees in front of him. He unbuckled his pants and pulled both his jeans and boxers down. You were about to take him in your mouth when you noticed more tattoos on his hips and all over his legs.
Your fingers traced the dragon that covered his entire right leg. From his ankle to his hip. On his left thigh was a wolf’s head with trees around it like it was a forest. Henry let out a growl seeing as were were quite literally leaving him hanging.
“It's not fun is it,” you retorted letting him think your were punished him for leaving you high and dry earlier.
“Either you take my cock in your mouth now or I shove it down your throat and fuck you so hard you can’t speak,” he threatened gripping your throat and forcing you to look up.
You pressed your legs at the thought of him fucking your mouth with such force. He noticed you squirm and he laughed. “You want that, don’t you. You want to wake up tomorrow with a sore throat and remember how I used you for the slut you are.”
You nodded your head and his hands gripped your head and he just stared into your eyes. “Then open up,” he said before he shoved his dick down your throat causing you to gag. Once the shock was over you tried to suck the soul out of him.
“Fuck,” he moaned as your nails dug into his thighs.
He kept fucking your mouth and made sure that every inch was in. He brought your face to the base of his cock then pulled out completely to give you a breath. His thump traced your lips and pushed the drool from your chin back into your mouth. “My beautiful wife.” Your mouth fell open waiting for him to shove his cock back down your throat. Henry let out a laugh before giving you what you wanted. The pace he was going was brutal but beautiful at the same time.
You watched as his face scrunched in pleasure at the feeling of your mouth. The sound of his balls slapping your chin filled your ears making your legs squeeze together. Henry’s hands cradled your face as he forced his cock as far down your throat as he could reach and he just held you there. When your tongue ran over the vein on the underside of him he quickly pulled himself out.
“If I’m going to cum anywhere,” he said pulling you to him, “it’s going to be in this pussy.”
Henry’s hand stroked you clit one more time before he gently pushed you down on the bed. You tried to scoot up to the pillows but, Henry grabbed your ankles and dragged you back down til your ass was almost off the bed. He brushed your hair out of your face and places a kiss on your nose before plunging deep into your aching cunt.
“Fuck,” you yelled dragging your nails down his back.
Henry pounded into you at an alarming pace causing you to slowly move up the bed. “I'm gonna,” you yelled before his lips attacked yours. The orgasm ripped through your body. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and your bones felt like mush. But Henry didn’t stop. His pace was speeding up like he was chasing his own pleasure.
“I can’t,” you cried moving your head side to side.
“Yes, you can baby. Just one more,” he said kissing your shoulder. “I'm almost there, you’re doing such a good job.”
Your head is still shaking from the overstimulation. His hands went from your waist to your painfully throbbing clit. “Please,” you cried when he roughly pinched it. He ignored your cries and just focused on your clit. You tried moving away but his other hand moved to your throat. “I know baby. But I know you have one more. Please I need you,” he pleaded as his strokes slowed down. You slowly nodded your head and he forcefully kissed you again. He removed his hand from your throat and went back to your thigh. Henry gave you a little squeeze before moving your legs over his shoulders.
At this angle, you could swear you felt more of him. He slammed into you over and over again. “Cum with me baby,” he said bending you practically if half so he could kiss you. His movements stopped and his head fell to your shoulder as he came. “Fuck,” he yelled once he emptied his entire load. He stayed in you for a minute to catch his breath.
“I love you,” he said whipping the sweat off your brow.
You winced when he slowly removed himself. “I love you too,” you said when he walked into the bathroom to get a washcloth. When he ran the warm cloth over your abused cunt you flenched in pain. “Fuck, did I hurt you,” he asked kissing your knee. You shook your head and pulled him up to you. “Just very sore. Can you just hold me,” you asked.
He rolled off you and laid on his back with his arm extended waiting for you to move at your own pace. While your head rested on his chest, he rubbed small circles on your lower back.
“So you want me to keep these tomorrow too,” he asked mumbling into your hair. You let out a laugh and slapped his stomach. “God no, I can’t survive another night like this tomorrow,” you said moving to look up at him. “But definitely next week,” you said with a smile.
You were pacing your bedroom floor while your boyfriend, Derek, sat on your desk listening to your rant.
“Who does he think he is telling me what I can and can’t do,” you exclaimed in frustration.
“You’re father,” Derek answered.
You turned and glared at him saying he was being unhelpful. Derek held his hands up in surrender.
“I don’t need your advice, D. I just want you to listen to me complain,” you said standing in front of him.
“I'm great at that cause you complain a lot,” He joked resting his hands on your waist.
“I hate you,” you laughed as you slapped his chest.
Derek pulled you flush against him and tilted your head to look up at him. “No you don’t” he whispered before forcefully kissing you. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs and he lifted you up. Derek carried you to your bed and sat down so you were straddling him.
“This doesn’t seem like you listening,” you joked running your hands through his hair.
“Oh I’m listening,” he smirked as he bucked his hips into you.
“Fuck,” you whined at his movement.
Your hands moved from his hair to his stomach. He let out a growl when your fingers played with the hair on his lower stomach. You let your nails scrape along his skin at you left bite marks on his neck. “Then what do I want,” you asked moving your hands up under his shirt.
Derek quickly took his shirt off and threw it across your room. You let out a soft laugh when he started kissing and leaving love bites on your neck. While he was bitting you, you gently tugged his hair pulling him off you. His eyes met you and you noticed his eyes were glowing blue.
“Good puppy,” you teased grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his.
Derek growled again before ripping your shirt off and dropping the scraps on the ground. He stood up and tossed you on the bed. You looked up at him as he stood there shirtless between your legs. His eye went from blue to his brown eyes and he smirked down at you.
“I told you to stop calling me a pup,” he warned getting on top of you while putting all his weight on his hands by your head.
“Make me,” you said rubbing your hands down his back and then the waistband of his jeans.
You were moving your hands to unbuckle his jeans when your door busted open. “Look just because I’m past the ‘I wanna kill you for dating my sister’ phase doesn’t mean I want to hear you defile her,” your brother said standing in your doorway.
Derek slowly rolled off you and sat up to stare at Scott. You grabbed a pillow off your bed to cover your half-naked self from your brother and let out a sigh of frustration.
“Defile me, really Scott. What century are you from,” you asked sitting up.
“Besides we are way beyond that,” Derek commented earning a slap on the back of the head from you.
Scott’s eyes glowed red and his fangs came out. You quickly got out of your bed and shoved your younger brother out of your room.
“Stop being overprotective, besides I’m older and I had to listen to you ‘defile’ Alison so leave,” you said closing the door in his face.
“Mom's on her way home,” Scott warned before heading to his room.
FUCK.
You quickly grabbed his shirt off the ground and threw it at Derek. He put his shirt back on with confusion. “Why are you kicking me out. I’ve met your mother,” he asked walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you.
“Yeah, but that was before you started sleeping with her only daughter. Do you want her first time meeting you as my boyfriend while we’re naked in my bed,” you asked him removing his arms from you.
“I’d rather be naked in your bed than leave,” he said kissing your neck.
“Derek Samuel Hale,” you scorned pushing him away.
Scott banged on your wall to let you know she was pulling up so you quickly pushed Derek to the window. “I’ll call you promise,” you said giving him one last kiss before he climbed out.
It's been a week since you basically shoved your boyfriend out your window and ever since you would go over to his loft. You were lying in Derek’s bed while he was doing a light workout.
“I could get used to this sight,” you joked putting your book down.
He shook his head at your comment and got up off the floor. Derek sat on the bed and grabbed the towel he left to wipe his sweat off. “Why haven’t you told your mom about us,” he asked lying across your legs.
“What,” you asked running your hands through his damp hair.
He repeated his question and grabbed your hand to stop your movement. You looked into his eyes and saw that he was serious. He looked hurt like you never wanted to tell her about him.
“Oh baby, because every time I try someone or something comes along and we have to literally fight for our lives,” you said pulling his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles.
“No one is currently trying to kill us,” he smirked.
You squint your eyes and tilt your head thinking over everything currently going on in your life and realize he was right. For the first time in a long time, everything was peaceful. “Okay,” you said grabbing your phone off his nightstand.
You called your mom to let her know you wanted to have a family dinner to introduce her to your boyfriend. Derek watched as you laughed when she asked if she was a werewolf. “Yeah Mom but he’s house-trained promise.”
After you hung up the phone Derek pinned you to the bed and let his teeth graze your neck. “What did I say about the dog joke.”
“That they are funnier coming from me than stiles,” you smiled at him.
His hands started roaming your body but your hands stopped his movement. “Nope, you have to take a shower. My mom was freaking out over the late notice so we have to pick up the food,” you said giving him a quick kiss before pushing him off you.
Since Derek carried you over his shoulder to join him in the shower it took longer than it should have to leave his loft. “Do you want to explain to my mother and brother that we are late 'cause you just couldn’t keep your hands off me in the shower,” you asked cockily as he finally got dressed.
“Not right now, but I’m sure I’ll tell Scott when he gets on my nerves later,” he joked as you walked out of the loft.
You smacked the back of his head before going ahead of him to his car. When you got to your house, you were greeted by more than just your mother and brother. Isaac and Stiles were sitting in the living room waiting for the food.
“What are you doing here,” Derek angrily asked Stiles.
“I’m family and I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he smirked at Derek.
You grabbed the food from Derek’s hands and brought it into the kitchen. Mom and Scott were in there grabbing plates and cups chatting. When you placed the bags down you looked back at the living room then back to your mother.
“Ok first, I get why Isaac is here since he lives here but Scott you know Stiles pissed Derek off,” you said glaring at your brother.
“Derek,” your mother questioned. “You're dating Derek Hale.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. You started unpacking and replacing the food while she processed the new information.
“He’s less of an asshole now,” Stiles said walking in and taking an egg roll.
“Ok, but I’ve already met him, why all this? Not that I don’t enjoy eating with my kids,” she said rubbing Scotts back.
“He wanted you to meet him as my boyfriend,” you explained.
Scott and Stiles brought the food to the dining table while you stayed and talked to Mom. You leaned against the counter while she asked you questions about your relationship.
“So we really like him,” she asked looking at him over your shoulders
“We love him, Mom,” you corrected.
A smile grew on your mom's face as she looked over your shoulders. You turned and saw Derek staring at you with a huge smile. Scott and Stiles announced they were done setting the table and started to dig in.
“Boys,” your mom exclaimed heading to them.
Derek stood at the table and pulled a chair out for you. You watched as Stiles sat down in the chair and Derek leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Stile shot up and quickly went to the other side of the table. You walked over and sat down letting out a small laugh. “What did you tell him,” you asked.
“I just asked him politely,” he said in a lying defensive tone.
You just shook your head and started to eat. Your mother tried asking questions about your relationship but Scott kept saying that he didn’t want to know anything about it. Every time Stiles tried to talk you could just feel the aggravation radiating off Derek so you placed you hand on his thigh to calm him down.
It seemed like Derek was finally relaxed and enjoying himself when your father walked through the door. You let out a silent groan and rubbed your hands over your face. This time Derek rested his hand on your thigh to calm you down.
“Why don’t we call Peter to join too,” you whispered causing him to smile.
Your father sat in the empty seat on the other side of Derek and made himself a plate. “Sorry I’m late, there’s a lot of crazy things that happen in this city,” your father said.
Stiles let out a laugh when your father looked at Isaac and asked how long you had been dating. “Dad,” Scott said shaking his head and nodding his head towards Derek.
Your dad looked between Derek and you then slowly placed his utensils on the table,
“Weren’t you under investigation for multiple murders,” he asked going all investigator on him.
“He was also temporarily wanted for the attempted murder of all of us,” Stiles said motioning to himself, you, and Scott.
Scott slapped Stiles's arm and told him to shut up. “But we were mistaken about it being him,” Scott said trying to save the evening.
“You’re okay with this,” He asked your mother as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.
“Yes, I trust our daughter. And Derek is a good man,” your mother defended.
The rest of the dinner was full of awkward silences and subtle threats from your father. When it was over you walked Derek out to his car and he just held you in his arms.
“That was terrible,” you complained.
“I don’t know, one good thing came out of it,” he said kissing your temple. “I love you too.”
Derek got into his car and rolled down his window. “You wanna go back in or come back to the loft,” he asked leaning over and opening the passenger side door.
You looked back at the house and saw your dad waiting for you at the door with a look on his face saying ‘We are going to have a talk about this’, so you waved to your dad and got into the car with your boyfriend.
“At least my mom likes you,” you joked leaning your head on his shoulder.
“All that matters is that you love me,” he said with a toothy grin.
been on a Teen Wolf binge and this is what comes from watch only Teen Wolf for the past 72 hours.
It’s been a couple days since you’ve had a decent night of sleep. If it wasn’t the worry of school keeping you up it's the fact that people are being ritualistically sacrificed, or the alpha pack, or a hunter coming into town and killing your friends. So normal teenage worries. It’s hard to actually sleep when you're terrified that someone is going to die.
“(Y/n), does my teaching bore you,” Coach asked slamming a book on your desk.
“I'm awake,” you shout sitting up at your desk.
The class erupted in laughter and coach just shook his head. You rubbed your hands over your face as you looked around. It took you a few minutes to realize you were at school.
“Sorry coach,” you groaned sitting up and opening your notebook.
“Are you going to stay awake or do you want me to get you a blanket and turn the lights out. Put your hand down Greenberg,” Coach said walking back to his desk.
You shook your head as you yawn causing Coach to groan. The bell rang and Coach told everyone to get out. He said ‘You all annoy me. Especially you Greenberg. Get out of my face,' then left the room.
“You okay,” Isaac asked walking over to your desk.
“Yeah just fight get any sleep last night,” you said getting up and heading to the door.
“Baby,” Isaac called causing you to turn towards him. He was holding up your backpack.
You groan and he let out a laugh walking over to you and walking you to the parking lot. You tried to complain that you had class but Issac ignored you and brought you to your car.
“When’s the last time you really slept,” Isaac asked opening your passenger-side door.
“When did we stop Alison’s grandpa,” you asked wincing knowing he wasn’t going to like that answer.
“Sweetheart really,” he scorned as he buckled you in. “We are going to your place and you are going to sleep.”
After closing the door, he went to get behind the wheel and held his hands out waiting for you to give him your car keys. Once you reluctantly gave them to him, he started the drive to your house.
“You need to sleep. It’s not healthy to always stay up,” Isaac said worryingly as he placed his hand on your thigh.
Isaac looked your way when you didn’t respond. You were passed out curling up in your seat. A smile crossed his face when he heard you mumble his name. He was starting to get worried when he noticed your heart rate increase and you began to shout for Isaac.
“(Y/n) wake up,” he said shaking your thigh.
“No please, Isaac,” you shouted in your sleep.
Isaac sped up and got to your house in a very illegal amount of time. As soon as he put the car in park and got out and ran to your side.
“Baby, it’s just a nightmare,” he said carrying you out of the car.
You woke up just as he was carrying you into your house. “What’s going on,” you asked tapping his shoulder to put you down.
“You were having a nightmare,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “Have you been having nightmares?”
“Only when I sleep,” you replied sheepishly.
“You should have told me. I would have come to help you sleep.”
Before you could respond, he dragged you upstairs to your bedroom. Isaac dropped both backpacks by your desk and grabbed you a pair of fluffy socks.
“Come on let's go to bed,” he said pushing you to sit on the bed.
Isaac took off your jacket, and shoes and changed your socks. He also took off his shirt and handed it to you. You were too tired to go change in your bathroom so you stood in front of your boyfriend and changed into his shirt.
Isaac climbed into your bed and waited til he was comfortable then he patted the bed for you to join him. You climbed in and rested your head on his bare chest and threw your arm and leg over his body.
The warmth of his body and the sound of his heartbeat was so relaxing that it only took you one minute to fall asleep. You fell into a deep sleep and when you woke up you felt a million times better. Isaac was still asleep but instead of you covering him, he was covering you. You just lay there stroking his hair, listening to his breaths. Maybe it was his body weight, his heat, and the soothing sounds he was making or it was the fact that you knew he was safe in your arms but you were starting to get tired.
You were about to fall back asleep but, were startled awake by Isaac’s screaming. He sitting up in the bed and covered in sweat. His claws were out and ripped your sheets in his panic.
“Isaac,” you called to him sitting up.
He was trapped in his nightmare. No matter how often or loud you called his name you couldn’t reach him. You were hesitant to get closer to him cause of his claws but then you heard what he was yelling.
“What do you want. I’ve done what you asked Dad,” he cried slicing more of your sheets.
You knew what his nightmares were. In his mind, he was back with his father. You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around him from behind and just whispered his name in his ear.
“Isaac you are ok,” you whispered peppering his neck with kisses. “You’re safe with me.”
Isaac was slowly waking up but he was still fighting. His claws cut your upper arm and you let out a scream. Even thou you were in a lot go pain you didn’t let go.
“Isaac, please,” you pleaded through the pain. “I need you to wake up.”
The blood started running down your arm and all over his chest. Isaac’s face changed and you noticed his nose scrunch up. His breathing started slowing down and his claws retracted.
“(Y/n),” he asked looking down at your blood on him.
“You’re ok,” you whispered hugging him tighter.
“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he said turning to you and looking at the cut on your arm.
You tried to assure him you were fine but he was not having it. He threw on his jacket and carried you back to the car and brought you to the hospital. Even though you could walk, Isaac only put you down on a gurney when Melissa brought it.
“I’m fine,” you said when Melissa asked what happened.
“I attacked her,” Isaac cried as Melissa was cleaning your arm.
Isaac didn’t leave the room you were in but he also didn’t want to get any closer to you. Mrs. McCall was finished cleaning your cut when she told Isaac to stop pacing and sit down.
“She’s going to be fine. But she will need stitches. Im going to grab a doctor now,” She said patting Isaac’s shoulder before leaving.
You let out a strained cry causing Isaac to run to your side. He was about to grab your hand but was hesitant to touch you again.
“Isaac please, I know you didn’t mean to,” you said reaching out for his hand.
“I can’t hurt you again,” he cried letting his finger brush against yours.
“I need you.”
He watched your face scrunch in pain and his hand flew to yours to take your pain away. With your pain going away it was getting a lot easier to breathe. “It was a nightmare, Isaac. I know it won’t happen again.”
Isaac was about to say something then the doctor walked in with a bunch of medical instruments. He placed them on the table and went over to your injured arm. The doctor gave it a quick look and put on a pair of gloves.
“It doesn’t look too deep but I need you to sit still. I'm going to try my best to make sure it won’t scar but I can’t make any promises,” he said grabbing a clear liquid and a syringe.
Isaac shot up to stop the doctor but calmed down when he was too it was just morphine. He sat back down and held your hand as your arm was getting stitched up. Once the doctor was done he wrapped your arm in gauze and gave you instructions on how to clean the area.
“If you way sorry one more time I’m going to shove wolfsbane down your throat,” you threatened him when you noticed him open his mouth.
You tried to sit up but couldn’t put any weight on your arm. Isaac helped you out of the bed and held you as you leaned against him.
“I know why I had a nightmare but what was yours about,” he asked helping you walk to the door.
“Losing you. I’m always worried that the next body I’m going to see is Stiles, or Lydia, or…yours,” you told him.
“I promise that’s not going to happen. Now let's get you back to bed and ice cream. Doctors orders,” Issac joked.
“Baby, you are many things but a doctor isn’t one.”
“I don’t know. You made me watch every episode of Grey’s Anatomy so I think I do,” he joked again as you exited the hospital.
The rest of the day you and Isaac laid in your bed watching movie after movie and stuffing your face with junk food. It took a lot of convincing to get Isaac to go to sleep but eventually, he relented when you gave him puppy dog eyes.
“You know I love you right,” he said refusing to take his eyes off your arm.
“I do, I also know you never intend to hurt anyone not stop being stupid and hold me,” you said rolling on your side facing away from him.
“Yes ma’am,” he said before pulling you to his chest and holding you through the night.
The restaurant had a very intimate atmosphere. The tables were occupied by couples, families and occasionally co-workers relaxing after a hard days work. They passed a table where a woman was wearing a gorgeous red sparkly dress and the man was wearing a very nice suit.
“I feel very underdressed,” Scarlet whispered as they walked to their table.
“You look stunning. You’re probably more comfortable in that than a dress," Chris reassured her. Somehow he knew she would take is complement but wouldn’t fully accept it. But he wasn’t lying. Maybe it was the fact that every minute he got to know Scarlet more and more but for some reason he knew she could be wearing a potato sack and have rat nest on her head and she would still be the most beautiful person in this restaurant.
“Here’s your table Mr & Mrs. Evans. Your waiter will be with you shortly,” the hostess said before quickly returning to her podium.
“I wonder why people keep thinking we are together,” Scarlet asked out loud and Chris pulled her chair out for her.
“Well look at us, It’s natural for them to think 2 attractive people would be together,” he stated as he sat in the chair across from her. “I honestly have no idea where I would be without you.”
Scarlet was too stunned to respond. She felt ashamed to admit but those were the nicest words anyone has said to her. Sure her best friend has often confessed her undying love for her but hey that’s normal.
“My name is Tom. Im going to be taking care of you this evening. What can I get you guys to drink,” the waiter said handing Scarlet the drink menu first. Scarlet ordered a large strawberry margarita while Chris got a diet coke.
“You never finished that story,” Chris said messing with the napkin.
“What story.”
“Where Eliza would steal your makeup to be a clown.”
“Oh well I finally got her to stop by showing her It.”
“You traumatized her,” Chris laughed. “She is never going to like clowns again.”
“No, don’t go defending her. She snuck into my room and ruined hundreds of dollars of makeup,” Scarlet scorned just as the waiter brought their drink. “You’re only on her side because you’re a younger sibling too.”
Scarlet make a face when she took a sip from her margarita. “Jesus this is strong.” After pushing the drink over to Chris so he could try, he started coughing up a storm when the tequila hit the back of his throat.
“Yeah you will not be able to drive after drinking that,” Chris laughed taking a big sip of his drink to wash the taste out of his mouth.
Scarlet was suddenly very quiet. There was this empty look on her face, maybe a hint of fear there too. It was like she was remembering something that haunted her. “Hey sunshine, where did you go,” Chris asked grabbing her hand and drawing circles on the back go her hand to bring her back to him.
“Sorry, the alcohol must have gotten to me,” she said shaking her head a little. Based off the look on Chris’s face, Scarlet could tell he didn’t believe her. But she was intent on not having anything, even herself, ruin this night. So she took another sip of her margarita and gave Chris a big smile.
Not long after the waiter came and brought chips and salsa to the table. “I didn’t expect a fancy place like this to have the free chips and salsa,” she commented taking a chip and a big scoop of salsa.
“Its a Mexican restaurant. I’d be concerned if they didn’t,” Chris joked copying Scarlet’s chip consumption.
Scarlet was busy watching Chis shove chip after chips in his mouth that when the waiter returned to take there order, he scared her.
“Oh god,” She jumped placing her hand over her chest as if to stop her heart from coming out of her.
“Im so sorry Mrs. Evans,” the waiter laughed placing his hand on her shoulder to steady her. “You want me to give you a few more minutes?”
“No we’re ready. Just need to get my heart started again,” Scarlet joked while looking for her meal on the menu.
After Chris ordered his food, he just sat there, looked at Scar and started laughing. Scarlet scowled at him and leaded back crossing her arms.
“I almost had a heart attack.”
“Sunshine, even I’m too young for one.”
“That’s a first,” she mumbled as she took another sip of her drink.
“Too young for AARP,” Chris said with pride.
“Technically it’s for all ages but it’s advertised for old people,” Scarlet corrected with a toothy smile.
“You couldn’t let me have it,” He groaned taking a sip of her drink. “Fuck did they use a whole bottle?”
The meal, when it finally came, was delicious. Tender meat and full of flavor. Scarlet watched Chris lean back in his chair saying how he couldn’t eat anymore. “Ooh that looks delicious,” Scarlet whispered to Chris when she noticed the nicely dressed couple get a tres leche cake.
Chris was about to wave the waiter down to get Scarlet her desert when his eyes glanced over to the couple. The man was on his knee proposing. Scarlet covered her mouth and gasped at the sight then looked over at Chris. The expression on his face was not one of excitement for a random couple. It was one of longing, of pain, of fear.
Scarlet watched the scene unfold and how happy the couple was after she said yes. It almost made her cry. She could see the love between them. The man looked at his fiancé with so much love, and suddenly Scarlet had the undying need for that. She never needed to find a guy or fall in love. But now she wanted that. She wanted to have someone look at her like she hung the moon. Someone who knew every little thing about her and still loved her.
“They seem happy,” Chris said pulling her from her thoughts.
“Yeah,” she replied shaking her head and finishing her drink in 3 sips.
“Ok you are definitely not driving,” Chris stated taking her empty glass from me. Before Scarlet could object, he suggested they go for a walk til she’s sober enough to drive. She nodded her head at his brilliant idea but got dizzy from her small movement.
The alcohol was going straight to her head so she didn’t notice when the check was brought or that Chris got her an order of cake to go. “I really need that walk,” Scarlet laughed grabbing her wallet.
“Then let’s go,” Chris replied placing cash on the table.
He stood up and came to her side of the table to help her up. Scarlet was able to walk steady but still Chris wrapped his arm around her just in case. They exited the restaurant and just walked around the town square. Chris lead her to a bench a couple feet away so they could split the dessert.
“I get it you know,” Scarlet said resting her head on Chris’s shoulder as she picked at the Tres Leche Cake.
“Get what,” he asked taking a bite.
“Why you made that wish. When that couple got engaged, in that moment I realized I would flip my world upside down for a chance at what they had.”
“Yeah, I’m 42 years old, I’m not getting any younger. I want something real. To have someone, other than Dodger, waiting for me to get back from work,” he confessed. “Now you need to eat Sunshine. It will help sober you up. We’re gonna get you coffee soon too.”
Chris started spoon feeding the cake to Scarlet and let out a laugh when she ended up getting the whip cream on her nose. “You are a mess, darling.”
He wiped the whip cream off your nose with his thumb and brought it to his mouth to lick it off. They sat there in the moon light til the dessert was gone. Scarlet lifted her head when she felt Chris shift under her.
“How do you feel now,” He asked looking her straight in the eyes.
“Good but I’ll still take that coffee,” she yawn before rubbing her eye.
“You’re a tired drunk,” Chris chuckled and he stood up and went to throw away the trash.
Chris helped Scarlet up from the bench and they walked to a 24 hour coffee shop a couple streets down. The shop was packed with people. As soon as they got in line, Scarlet turned and rested her head on Chris’s chest. One of his hands automatically went to her waist while the other rubbed her back.
“I really need this coffee,” she laughed.
“What do you want,” he asked ask he wattled up in line keeping Scarlet against him.
“Almond milk latte with caramel and chocolate syrup extra shot of espresso iced with whipped cream.”
Scarlet stood in his arms til they got to the counter. Christ repeated her coffee order and removed his arm from her back only to pay for her coffee. The two walked to stand off to the side to wait for the order. When the barista called for her order, Scarlet pushed away from Chris and went to get her order to prove to herself and Chris she was finally sober enough.
When they started the trek back to the car, Chris and Scarlet were holding hands. They walked in silence while Scarlet sipped her coffee. “Sorry,” Scarlet said bitting her straw
“About what,” Chris asked pulling her to face him.
“Making you stay out way past your bed time.”
“I’ll survive,” he said pushing her hair behind her ear.
“My therapist says its a control issue I have. Everywhere in life I have little to no control but for with my car I have total control,” Scarlet confessed.
“Do you want to explain why you have control issues,” He asked walked as the two of them continued walking to the car.
“Not right now. Maybe later.”
When they reached the car they stood leaning against Bert until the coffee was gone. Chris checked with Scarlet one last time that she was good to drive, then they got into Bert and drove back to the hotel. He didn’t keep his eyes off her the entire car ride back. He wasn’t sure if he was worried about her or the fact that tonight was the best date he has had in a long time. Chris then shook his head cause he remembered it was a date, but for some reason he wanted it to be.
After the car was parked in the hotel parking lot Scarlet yawned and stretched before getting out the car. Chris could tell the coffee wasn’t working any longer and she was one second from passing out.
“Come on,” Chris said standing in front go her. He tapped his shoulder telling her to get on his back.
“No ill be fine,” she yawned again. Scarlet took another step then stopped as she rubbed her eyes.
Chris laughed and scooped her up and carried her in to the hotel bridal style. Scarlet was about to complain but the words disappeared when her head rested on his shoulder. “Your comfy,” she mutters softly.
“Thank you,” he laughed in response.
When he got into their hotel room, Scarlet was fast asleep. He gently placed her on the side of the bed away from the door and took off her jacket and shoes before tucking her in. Chris made sure the door was locked then got changed for bed before getting into bed.
As soon as he relaxed in the bed, Scarlet rolled over resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. His breath caught at the feeling on her onto of him. Chris was about to push her off him when he heard soft snores.
“Goodnight, Scar,” he whispered kissing the top of her head deciding not to disturb her.
summary: Logan loved your pet name for him but he's not going to admit it.
You were chatting with one of your students when you heard the familiar sound of Scott and Logan arguing. The team had just returned from a mission to stop Magneto but you elected to stay behind to watch the children. The yelling was growing louder like it was coming closer to you. Jubilee grabbed her notes you were helping her decipher and took a seat with a smile on her face.
“I can wait til you’re finished,” she laughed as Scott and Logan bursted into your classroom.
You let out a sigh of exhaustion as Logan sat on the edge of your desk. He turned to look at you and winked before continuing to argue with Scott.
“Damn it Logan, I gave you orders,” Scott yelled as he paced the room.
“I don’t take orders from you,” Logan gruffly responded.
“I’m team leader.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“You put the team at risk,” Scott finally stopped pacing and stood right in front of Logan.
“I saved your life from your stupid plan,” Logan stood up getting all in Scott’s face.
“You are a wild animal that needs to be kept on a leash,” Scott scorned poking Logan’s chest.
You quickly got up and put yourself between the town men when Logan’s claws came out. When he stood in front of him Logan’s anger dissipated. His claws went back in and his hands went to your waist.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he said with his cocky smile.
“Hi, kitten,” you replied before getting out of his grasp and standing by the door, “Scott, you got to stop coming to me when you two fight. Im not going to keep solving your problems. And lo, stop being so hard headed and don’t go rouge out in the field. I want you to come back safe.”
You gestured for them to leave and they quickly replied. They were only a few steps out the room when you heard Scott mocking Logan over your nickname for him and they someone fall to the floor. You were rubbing your temples in frustration when Jubilee left the room saying she would bring Scott down to medical.
“James Logan Howlett,” you whispered.
“He’s an ass,” Logan said in his defense.
You shook your head and let out a small chuckle before walking out the classroom. Logan was still standing in the hallway waiting for you with a cigar between his lips. You grabbed the cigar and then his hand to drag him with you.
“No cigars. You are in trouble,” you scorned as you headed to the library where students were waiting for you.
“Promise,” he asked cockily.
“Yes, now you have to help me direct to school musical,” you told him with a evil smile on your face. You and Logan were best friend, did everything together. So you knew how much he hates musicals. Logan let out a groan and planted his feet. You were moving with such urgency that when he stoped you flew back. Before you could fall on your ass, Logan caught you and pulled you to his chest.
“I don’t do musicals, bub,” he groan with almost a pained look in his eyes.
“Well you were bad and punched Scott so now… you do musicals,” you replied gently slapping his chest and pushing yourself away from him.
Without grabbing his hand again, you continued your trek to the library. You heard his heavy footfall behind you and smirked at how he was still coming with out. In all honesty you wouldn’t have forced him if he walked the other way. It was less of a punishment for him and more of a special treat for you. You’ve known Logan for 2 years and have had a crush on his for the past 2 years. Grumpy lumberjacks were your type. But sadly sunshine nerds were not his.
“I’m not singing, princess,” he warned when he entered the library right after you.
“You don’t have to. All you are going to do is sit there, look pretty, suffer, and maybe give me your thoughts,” you advised before planting a kiss on his cheek and quickly heading over the the small group of student.
The rehearsals were, in Logan’s words, worse than Scott. All the student were talented, just not musically. They got the moves down but half were pitchy while the other didn’t know the words. During the entire hour long rehearsal, Logan was bitching and moaning in your ear.
“Ok, that was better than last time. Same time Thursday,” you announced before dragging mr grump out before he hurt the kids feelings.
“If that was better than last time i’m not sure they will be ready by show time.”
You rested your head on his chest in defeat mumbling how you were a terrible director. Logan let out a chuckle and rubbed your back gently. “No you’re not. They just need more time,” he said trying to cheer you up.
“Thanks kitten,” you said looking up at him with a smile.
“Stop calling me that,” he said tapping your nose with a fake angry expression.
“You love it.”
“No I do not,” he lied. Cause he did love that nickname. Loved hearing it cause it mean you were near. That you wanted his attention and company. Sure he’s had to suffer with all the teasing from Scott and the other over it. He has threatened them multiple time to not do it around her. If she knew how the team was giving him grief over it she would stop calling him kitten, and that was the last thing Logan wanted.
You let out a giggle at the expression Logan. No matter how many times he said he hated it you couldn’t stop calling him “kitten”. Cause that’s what he is. A giant kitten. The claws obviously but also the way his hair goes up in points. Plus one second he’s cute and clingy then the next the claws come out and he’s being annoying. Logan Howlett is the personification of an orange cat.
“I want some fresh air,” you pouted looking up at him hoping he would come with you to the lake a couple miles away from the mansion.
“Wanna go to that lake,” he asked with a puffed out chest as if he was proud to have suggested it.
“What a great idea. Can we take Scott’s bike,” you asked almost jumping up and down.
“I thought that was stealing and wrong.”
“Well I know you were deciding between his bike and his convertible, so I just made the decision.”
He let out a laugh and agreed that you would take the bike. You planted another kiss on his cheek before running off to your room to change into a swimsuit. While you were packing, Logan was still standing where you left him. He was trying to calm himself down over the 2 kisses you gave him today.
“Man you are whipped,” Scott said pushing himself off the wall.
“Fuck, I must be getting old if I didn’t break your nose,” Logan retorted walking to the garage.
“Just tell her you love her,” Scott antagonized.
“Mind your business before I break more than just your nose, four eyes.”
“Put your claws away kitten, I’m just trying to help you.”
Logan quickly turned and pushed Scott up against the wall and slowed protracted his claws at his neck. “Don’t ever fucking call me that. I’m not telling you a third time.”
Logan kept his hold on Scott for another second then retracted his claws but not before nicking his neck a bit drawing blood. Scott muttered how Logan was an animal as Logan walked away. When Logan got to the garage he was you waiting there with a small duffle bag and a smile on your face.
“Ready darling,” he asked going to the bike.
“Yes.”
Logan put your helmet on you head and fastened it before getting on the bike. You asked where his helmet was but he reminded you that his skull was literal metal and he would be fine. Logan revved the engine cause your to let out a small shout and quickly wrapping your arms around his torso.
“Are you going to go fast,” you muttered into the back of his leather jacket.
“Yes, so hold on tight,” he said before zooming out of the garage and onto the road.
You let out a squeal of excitement as the wind blew through your hair. Logan smirked at the feeling of you squeezing him tighter either from excitement or fear her didn’t care. He wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. You opened your eyes to watch the world zoom bye and let out another scream and tired to get closer to Logan but it was physically impossible.
Logan removed one of his hands from the handles to hold yours and rubbed small circles to ease your fear. He knew a better man would have slowed down. A good man would have been more worried about how you were scared than the fact that he loved how you were holding on to him like your life depended on it. But he is many things, a good man wasn’t one.
“We’re here,” Logan laughed when you finally got to the lake.
“Oh sorry,” you chuckled as you slowly let him go.
“Didn’t say you had to let go.”
“Come on you lug,” you laughed as you pushed him slightly.
He stayed seated on the bike and watched as you put a blanket down and strip down to your bathing suit. You waved him over then ran into the water. Logan just sat there stunned. He watched as you swam to the middle of the lake and laid back to float.
“Fuck me,” he whispered to himself before getting off the bike. “This was a bad idea.”
Logan was trying to get his head out of the gutter when he heard you call his name. “Logan, come in. The water feels amazing.”
“I’m good right here bub. Not much of a floater,” he replied as he let his claws out and shine in the sun.
“You chicken old man,” you asked mockingly.
Logan let out a growl in annoyance and took off his shirt. He was walking towards the water in just his jeans when you called for him to stop.
“You’re going to swim in your jeans,” you asked.
“I don’t wear underwear princess,” he replied with a smirk as he got waist deep in the water. “Promise to give me mouth to mouth if I drown.”
“You can’t die, but sure.”
Once Logan got over to you he pulled you to his chest almost as if to help him stay afloat even though you both knew that there was no way you could keep his heavy metal bone as above water. Your legs were tired of kicking to stay afloat so you wrapped your arms around his neck and made Logan do all the work.
“If I go down, your going with me darling,” he joked even as he grabbed your legs and wrapped them around his waist.
“Well them i'll mimic your powers and i'll be fine,” you assured him as you splashed water in his face. “So wait you never wear…”
“No,” he smirked at the flush of your cheeks. “I can show you if you want.”
Your eyes went big and you detached yourself from him and swam away. Logan let out a hearty laugh at your reaction but was upset that you were no longer wrapped around him. After no seeing you for maybe 3 minutes, he started to get worried but then heard you let our a whistle before you jumped on his back.
“Don’t scare me like that,” he said as you clung to his back.
“You worried about me, Logan,” you asked letting go of him.
“Always.”
The rest of your time at the lake was spent swimming around, splashing Logan, and trying to get him to play mermaids with you. But Logan was being Logan and refused to be a mermaid. Eventually Logan, was ready to leave and was insistent that you eat something since it was a couple hours since either of you had eaten.
“Im guessing you want a super greasy burger,” you asked packing up your blanket and getting dressed.
“You know me so well,” he said slinging his jacket over your shoulders when he noticed you shiver.
Logan got on the bike then motioned for you to come to him to put on you. Once your helmet was nice and secure Logan patted the seat behind him before revving the engine.
“Not so fast this time please,” you begged wrapping your arms around him again.
You didn’t even hear if he was going to go slower cause you were to focused on the fact that since you were wearing his jacket, the only thing separating you and Logan was a flimsy wife beater tank. If the jacket didn’t warm you up the heat radiating off his body sure did.
Logan pulled into some diner along the road. The parking lot was surprisingly packed for a diner in the middle of nowhere. As soon as you walked in, you were greeted by a waitress telling you to seat yourself. You grabbed a booth while, Logan went to use the bathroom.
While you were waiting and looking at the menu some guy came and sat across from you. He grabbed your hand making you drop the menu. “Hey momma, I can tell you now there is nothing on this menu that’s gonna taste as good as you.”
You pulled your hand from him and thanked him for his tip and tried to ignore him while praying Logan hurried up. “Come on don’t be like that. There’s a bunch of mutant freaks in this area you’re gonna need someone strong to protect you,” he said getting up and moving to sit next to you.
“Im good,” you said moving away from him.
“Come on don’t be a bitch,” he said putting his arm around your shoulders.
“What did you just call my girl,” you heard Logan growl.
The man looked over at Logan and rolled his eyes before nuzzling his nose against your neck. “I was just telling her that I can treat her so…good.”
“And she told you she’s not interested,” Logan said placing his hand on the guy shoulder and putting some pressure on it. “Now get your dirty hands off my girl before I break them.”
The man stood up and got all in Logan’s face. You notice Logan’s hands forming fist and noticed that his claws were about to come out.
“Logan, don’t,” you said getting up and putting your hand on his chest. “Lets just eat and go.”
Logan stopped glaring the guy down and looked into your eyes. He moved so you could sit in the booth. Before you could move, the guy grabbed your ass. Logan let out a growl and was about to slice the guy open but you quickly turned and punched him in the face. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
“Woah there tiger,” Logan said holding you back from kicking the guy in the balls. “He’s down.”
Two other guys came and picked up your groper and left without further argument. A waitress quickly came over and took your order. Logan and you sat on the same side of the booth and he had his arm around your shoulder.
“I don’t know why i’m surprised you punched that guy when I know you’re a badass,” Logan said whispering in your ear.
“Is there a reason your all over me,” you whispered back instantly regretting it. You felt Logan tense at your comment but kept his arm around you.
“Just making sure those guys don’t get any ideas.”
Your burgers were brought to the table and you quickly shoved a few fries in your mouth. “Hungry,” Logan asked wiping some ketchup off the corner of your mouth.
You stuck your tongue out at him then stole some of his fries. He playfully slapped your hand and moved away from you but only a centimeter. Logan looked over at you as you ate your burger and just smiled. He never thought he would be able to have moments like this. Moments where he could almost believe he is normal. Where they weren’t hunted for their DNA. He hasn’t felt save in, he couldn’t even remember.
Whenever he’s around you the anger he has been holding on to for decades just disappears. The grudges he holds and revenge he wants doesn’t matter when you look at him. Just the sound of your voice can and has stopped him in the middle of one of his rages. You were the only person who was able to keep him grounded.
After you finished the meal and payed the bill, you made the trip back to the manor. After a whole day out in the sun and dealing with gross men you were exhausted. On the ride back Logan had on hand on the handle and the other was rubbing circles on your thigh. You quickly went from tired to wanting to jump Logan’s bones. But unfortunately, the trip was short and you were pulling back into the garage.
“I told you not to touch my bike,” Scott said forcefully as he stood by the door with his arms crossed.
“Sorry Scott it’s my fault,” you tried to take the blame as to not cause another Scott v Logan fight.
“Oh this is your bike,” Logan asked sarcastically. “Sorry man I didn’t know.” Logan tossed the keys to Scott and followed you back into he house.
Logan walked you to your room. “Thanks for today Logan. I had a great time,” you said slowly opening the door not wanting to go in ending the fake date you manipulated yourself into believing it was.
You were about to close the door when Logan forced his way in and closed it behind him. “Logan what’s wrong,” you asked putting your bag down.
“You tell me. You have been off all day. Did I do something to make you mad,” he asked backing you up against the wall.
You were caged in with no where to go. “No,” you said not looking at him.
He grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. “Then why haven’t you called me kitten all day.”
“You hate that name,” you said sheepishly.
“I lied,” he admitted as he rested his head against yours. “Please just say it.”
Hearing Logan beg for his silly nickname took the breath out of your lungs. “But they tease you about it.”
“What,” he asked pulling back to look you into your eyes.
“I saw you and Scott outside the library. He teased you over it. I won’t call you it anymore if it’s causing you trouble.”
“No. Never stop. I love that name. I love how happy you get when I pretend to hate it. I love that you see me as a cute kitten instead of this monster I am,” he said begged.
“You’re not a monster,” you said holding his face in your hands. “Kitten.”
“Fuck,” he said leaning into your touch. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why are…,” you started to say before Logan pressed his lips against yours.
Before you could kiss him back, Logan pulled back and started pacing your room. “Fuck, i’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just attack you like that,” he said running his hands through his hair. “I can’t lose you. Please just forget that happened.”
“Kitten,” you whispered causing him to turn to you.
You quickly walked to him and grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands went to your waist and yours went around his neck. Logan walked you back til you were pressed again the wall again. His hands went from your waist to your thigh lifting your leg to wrapped it around his waist.
“Don’t stop,” he moaned against your lips.
“I quite like kissing you,” you muttered as his lips traveled to your neck.
“I meant calling me kitten. But don’t stop kissing me either,” he laughed lifting you so both your legs were around his waist.
“But they are going to keep teasing you,” you worried as he carried you to your bed.
“I can live with it, but I can’t live without that stupid nickname.”
He dropped you on the bed causing you to bounce. You tried to move up the bed but Logan grabbed you by your ankles and brought you back to the foot of the bed.
“I just got a taste of you princess. Im not letting you go,” he said taking his shirt off and planting kisses up and down your legs.
You moaned the nickname causing him to let out a deep moan. “Does being called ‘Kitten’ turn you on,” you asked laughing.
“Everything about you turned me on.”
You grabbed his face again and pulled him up for a kiss. With your legs back around his waist you flipped him on his back and tore your shirt off. His hand quickly traveled up and down the sides of your body.
“Fuck gorgeous,” he moaned bucking his hips up causing you to fall on his chest.
“Calm down kitty cat. I want to saver this,” you said planting kisses all over his hairy chest.
Your lips traveled down his chest and stoped over the waist of his jeans. Before you could even ask, Logan was taking his pants off faster than a horny teenager.
“You weren’t lying about going commando,” you whispered when you were face to face with his semi hard cock.
“I told…,” he stated to comment but was silenced when you licked up the underside of his cock. “Fuck baby,” he moaned throwing his head back.
He gripped you hair and forced his cock further in your mouth. You tried to take him fully but he was just too big. “Relax princess. Relax your throat for me,” Logan ordered gently. You followed his instructions and he forced your head further down causing your nose brush against the hair at the base of his cock.
“Such a good girl,” he moaned lifting your head and pushing it back down. He held you there for a minute causing tears to form. He pulled you off his now fully erect cock and pulled you up for another kiss.
“As much as I want to keep fucking your mouth, I need to be inside you,” he said with almost a pleading tone.
“Yes,” you said grinding you hips against his cock.
Logan laid you on your back and pulled both your shorts and bathing suit bottoms off and threw them somewhere in the room. He then retracted his claws to cut your top off. “Even better than I imagined,” he said placing a kiss on your hip.
“You imagined me naked often,” you asked giggling at the feeling of his beard agains your skin.
“Every fucking night darling. But fuck this is so much better.”
His lips went from your hips to your inner thigh to your pussy. His tongue slid from bottom to your clit causing you to let out a small scream. “That ass was right. You taste better than what we ordered,” he mumbled against your pussy.
“Not funny,” you scorned him.
“Not joking, now lay back and let me enjoy my meal,” he said as he continued to devour your pussy like a starved man.
“Fuck lo,” you screamed when his teeth grazed your clit. “I need you now.”
“Im not done.”
“Kitten, either you start fucking me or i’m going to pay Scott…,” you started to threaten before Logan bit your inner thigh. “Ow”
“Don’t say his fucking name,” he growled leaving punishing bites on his way back to your lips. “I mean it princess. You’re mine.”
“Than fuck me kitten,” you instructed bucking your hips against his.
Logan fisted his cock giving it a few pumps before lining it up against your aching pussy. Before you could scorn him for taking his sweet time, he slammed into you.
“Oh god,” you cried as he slammed in and out of you.
His head rested against yours and all you could hear was his labored breaths and moans as he roughly fucked you. “You feel too good. I can’t..,” he whined against your cheek.
“More, fuck. Lo, its,” you cried not able to form a full sentence.
“Use your words princess, tell me what you want,” he teased leaving hickeys all over your neck.
“You,” was all you could say as you felt his balls hit your ass over and over again.
“You got me baby. You’ve always had me,” he whispered as he pulled out and put your left leg over his shoulder.
At this angle you felt him deeper in you. “Fuck your gripping me too much. I won’t be able to last if you keep that up baby,” he moaned.
“Im gonna,” you gasped when his fingers moved from your waist to your pulsing clit.
“I can feel it. Let go baby,” he coached as he kissed your leg.
His dick slammed in and out of you at a pace seemed impossible. It was probable due to his mutant healing abilities. Logan might look like he’s in his late 30s but the man fucked like he was in his early 20s.
“I can’t. Too much,” you cried.
“Yes you can baby let go for me.”
Logan whispered for you to let go again and it pushed you over the edge. Your nails scrapped his back drawing blood and your body shook with the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. Logan continued to fuck you through it and you could tell he was about to come to by how sloppy his strokes were getting and by the way the muscles in his back were clenching.
“Cum for me kitten,” you whispered stroking his hair.
“Fuck,” he yelled as he released his load in you sensitive cunt.
After a few more pumps, Logan collapsed on top of you nearly crushing you with his metal bones but the weight of him felt amazing after he abused your body, in the best fucking way. Logan took a second to recover then he quickly got off you and grabbed his shirt from the floor to clean you up.
“Damn ‘kitten’ really doesn’t turn you on,” you joked as he pulled you on top of him.
“Idiot,” he muttered before placing a kiss on your head. “I didn’t hurt you did I,” he asked running his hands over your body looking for injuries.
You shook your head no and just listened to his heart beat. Logan was drawing circles on your hip while you were were writing your name over and over again on his chest. “I love you, Kitten” you whispered tiredly.
Logan’s motions stoped causing you to fill with anxiety. Maybe this was just a one and done thing. You started to get off him but he pulled you so you were completely on top of him.
“I love you too, princess.”
Your afterglow was interrupted by a knock on your door. Logan let out a groan the has reserved for one specific person.
“What the fuck does he want,” Logan asked getting up and putting his jeans back on.
“Don’t kill him,” you warned as he slammed the door open.
“Where is lo…,” Scott started to ask. His ever went from you in the bed covering up with a blanket, to the clothes on the floor, to Logan’s shirtless chest.
Scott shook his head and told Logan to follow him. “About damn time,” Scott said as Logan closed the door to follow.
“Kitten,” you yelled calling Logan back into your room.
The door opened and you saw Scott trying to hold in his laughter. Logan walked over to you and asked what you needed.
“A kiss,” you asked.
Logan bent over and kissed you with enough force that Scott cleared his throat feeling uncomfortable. “Sorry,” you apologized when he pulled away.
“Fuck him. You just keep calling me kitten and i’ll be fine,” he said stealing one more kiss before leaving.
“Come on kitten, we have a meeting,” Scott laughed from outside the room.
Before Logan could close the door you grabbed the plastic cup on your nightstand and threw it at Scott’s head making direct impact.
“The fuck,” he asked turning to you.
“Leave Logan alone,” you scorned grabbing another object to throw at him.
Scott held his hands up in surrender causing Logan to laugh. “Love you,” Logan said before closing your door.
“Love you too Kitten,” you yelled knowing it would cause Logan to groan seeing as at least a dozen others heard you yell his pet name.
**** This is not my design. I found it on Etsy. *****
part 8
This time when they got into the car the electricity in the air seemed more violent than relaxing. He noticed how rigid and tight her muscles were. How anger and maybe a hint of hurt covered her face. He wondered if something happened in the bathroom. If his teasing hurt her feelings. If he was about to lose the only person he had on his side. If she would leave him on the side of the road and forget him like everyone else had.
He wanted to fix everything to ensure they were still together. But he also knew better than trying to swoop in like some knight in shining armor. Chris can remember trying that for his sister growing up; he can still feel the book she hurled at his head. She needed time to cool down. Time for him to think of a way out of her anger.
Chris turned on the radio to maybe help her relax. He noticed how carefree she gets with music the same way music helps him deal with his anxiety. But as if just to spite him she changed the channel to some talk show. They were talking about some basketball game and one of the players that just got injured. Definitely not something he expected Scarlet to enjoy.
Before they got back on the interstate Scarlet pulled into a gas station. Before Chris could open his mouth to say he would get the gas, she exited the car and was doing it herself.
“This is going to be a long trip,” he thought as he got out of the bug. “I'm going to grab some snacks for the road. You want anything specific.” He asked hoping for a response. Instead, he just shook her head without looking up at him.
“Don’t take too long,” Scarlet yelled getting back in the car when he opened the door to the station.
He should be happy cause technically she’s talking to him but not how she was before. Chris needed to think of what was wrong. Was she still shaken up by the nightmare she had? Did he do something at the restaurant? Is she regretting this trip?
“Dude, your girlfriend is pissed at you,” the guy at the register commented.
“Yeah I got that but I have no idea what I did,” he replied as he strolled up and down the aisles.
“We never do man,” he replied sitting back and looking back at his magazine.
Chris grabbed chips, her monsters, water, more candy for him, and something for her. As he was putting the things on the counter the guy looked between him and the snacks and Scarlet who was now heading into the store.
“Christopher, we need to get going or we are going to be late,” she said looking at the snacks on the counter. “You grabbed me monsters,” she asked when a softer tone in her voice.
“Yeah seeing how I’m not allowed to drive. Gotta make sure you stay awake long enough for us to get to the destination,” Chris joked as the cashier was scanning the items. “Oh, can you grab me some gum, please. I still taste that potato salad.”
She let out a laugh and went to pick out some gum. While she was perusing the aisles she noticed a souvenir section. Scarlet grabbed one and let out a small laugh at the cat in a cowboy hat.
“Here, I know you don’t eat Snickers so here it is without the nuts,” Chris said handing her a Mikey way bar.
“How did you know these are my favorite,” she asked grabbing it and looking up at him.
“Lucky guess.”
“Go wait in the car. Imma uses the bathroom real quick.”
While Chris finished pumping the gas and got back in his passenger princess spot Scarlet grabbed what little toiletries the gas station had, the gum Chris wanted, and the keychain before heading to the car.
“Here,” Scarlet said handing him the gum and starting the car.
“Scar,” Chris questioned when she never actually drove off. “I'm really starting to get worried. Are you ok?.”
“Yeah, it's that nightmare I had this morning. I can’t stop thinking about it,” she lied. Scarlet wasn’t about to tell this man she just officially met yesterday that she was jealous. No. So she would rather rip the bandaid off and actually open up to someone about her dad. “I watched him burn. I kept asking him to move but it was like he couldn’t hear me.”
“Oh Sunshine, it was just a bad dream. Your imagination running wild,” Chris tried to comfort her. “I hope you don’t blame yourself in that little head of yours.”
“No,” she lied.
“Scarlet. I shouldn’t have to tell you it wasn’t your fault. I may not know him but I know he would be upset that you're blaming yourself.” Chris wiped the tears that were falling and gave her a little shove.
“Thanks,” she said actually driving off now. “And I'm sorry for acting like a total bitch.”
“It's fine.”
“This is where you say ‘Oh no Scarlet you were not a bitch.’”
“But you kinda were. I wasn’t going to point it out. You’re my ride,” Chris joked as you slapped his shoulder.
Scarlet whispered something under her breath along the lines of “pain in the ass” but Chris didn’t really acknowledge the comment. He just turned on the radio and watched as Texas was passing him by.
“Please tell me we are out of this annoying huge state,” Chris whined from the passenger seat.
“Yes, we should be at the hotel in like 40 minutes,” Scarlet replied glancing between her phone and the road.
“It better not be like the other hotel.”
“I promise it won’t be.”
They sat in silence again before a question came to Chris’s mind. “You like to sing.”
“What,” Scarlet asked caught off guard.
“Why do you get embarrassed when I catch you singing,” Chris asked giving her his full attention.
“Um… well… I don’t know,” Scarlet stuttered trying to avoid his eyes. “I don’t like the attention.”
“You have a beautiful voice. And the face you make when you get lost in the song is almost magical”
“My dad used to say the same thing. Would insist that I could be the next Kelly Clarkson. We would just belt songs when he was able to bring us to school. There was this one song I had him play over and over again so much my siblings banded the song forever,” Scarlet smiled as she remembered those morning car rides.
“But you’re studying to become a teacher,” Chris questioned.
“After he died I never sang in front of another living soul. It never felt the same without him being here.”
“I'm guessing you don’t have a therapist.”
“Oh, I do I just keep everything bottled up til the very end. Like every other sane person.” Scarlet joked. “No, I just never wanted to talk to anyone about Dad. Not mom or my brother Dylan who is my best friend.”
“You’re telling me,” Chris said with almost a gleeful tone. Was he happy she was talking to him about this. No. He was just happy she was talking to someone. In the short time (2 days) that he has known Scarlet, he has come to care for her. She is his friend. His only friend right now. Scarlet was here for him so he was going to be sure to be here for her in return.
“Yeah well if this whole plan works then I technically never did. I like keeping my secrets My secrets,” Scarlet joked. “Oh look we would be pulling up to the hotel now.” Scarlet said quickly chasing the subject.
“Hotel sweet ho.....ly hell,” Scarlet said as soon as the San Jon Motel came into view. It was quite literally a rundown shack. Calling it a motel was being very polite it was a single-story concrete building with nothing for miles around it. If they walked in there Scarlet would swear that they would be on an episode of The Next 48.
“Oh hell no Scarlet. Please tell me this is a joke. You didn’t make a reservation for this place,” Chris asked as Scarlet stopped the car in front of the building.
“Ok, so what am I supposed to say,” Scarlet said sheepishly.
“Jesus Scar. Give me your phone. I'm going to find civilization,” he said with both anger and concern in his voice as he came over to her for the phone. “Please tell me you didn’t pay already.”
“Of course not,” Scarlet reassured him as he messed with her phone.
It took a little over an hour and a half to get to a well-known hotel brand. Scarlet was admiring the beautiful lobby while Chris was getting the room. It really wasn’t fancy but it looked like this hotel was either brand new or just remodeled. There were very sleek and surprisingly comfy chairs, a chandelier, and a waterfall instead of a wall behind the front counter.
“All checked in, got us a room on the top floor,” Chris informed her as he was grabbing the bags. “Why don’t you get showered first and enjoy the fact we are in a very non-creepy hotel tonight
“Aye aye, captain. And you just have expensive taste,” Scarlet said as they entered the elevator.
“You wanna go back to that other ‘hotel’,” he asked mockingly.
“You know sarcasm doesn’t look good on you, Evans,”
“10,” Chris stated. “Funny your mother said you think I look good in everything.” He commented causing Scarlet to blush and make a promise to not speak to her mother ever again (10 minutes tops).
“She’s a liar,” she replied looking at their reflection in the mirror and very shamelessly checking the actor out. “What are we going to do for dinner?”
“I'll worry about that. First I wanna get clean from that long-ass car ride,” he said as he tried cracking his neck. “Then relax for a bit. I swear Texas has grown since I’ve last looked at a map. No way we just left it after 8 hours of driving.”
“What room,” she asked as the elevator doors opened.
“1009.”
“Well Texas has grown since the 1800s,” Scarlet joked.
Chris gently hit her butt with the duffle bag he was holding before cutting in front of her to open their room door. “Sunshine didn’t your mother teach you to respect your elders.”
The inside of the room was what you would expect. There was a desk a lamp, a cute chair right by the window, a nice spacious bathroom, and one nice fluffy-looking bed.
“It was the only room available,” Chris explained putting the bags down.
“Relax, it's the 21st century god isn’t going to burn the world if we sleep in the same bed. But I should warn you I hog the covers and you will probably end up on the floor,” Scarlet warned as she plopped down on the bed. “Oh, I got you something.”
She jumped off the bed and searched for her bag from the gas station. “I got this for you,” she said handing him the keychain with a cat wearing a cowboy hat with “Meowdy” in it.
“Why,” he laughed at it.
“So you can remember our trip and I just couldn’t pass on this masterpiece.”
“Thank you,” he said before putting it on the nightstand.
While she was in the shower once again singing, he started unpacking their things. He was about to start looking up local places to eat when he heard Scarlet curse.
“What’s wrong,” he asked barging into the unlocked bathroom.
“Nothing I just forgot my toiletry bag. Calm down Rodgers,” she teased poking her head out of the shower. “Can you grab it please,” she asked with a big smile.
Chris muttered a yes, walked out then came back with her bag. Scarlet was waving her hands around searching for the bag.
“Here,” he said grabbing her wrist and placing the handle in her hand.
“Thank you, I'll be 10 minutes promise,” she yelled as he walked out of the bathroom.
30 minutes Chris heard the water shut off and watched as she stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel. “You forget a lot of things don’t ya,” he laughed as she grabbed some clothes and then ran back into the bathroom.
“No, I love parading around in a towel in front of people I just met.”
It took Scarlet another 30 minutes in the bathroom to get ready for dinner. When she finally came out Chris was speechless. She was wearing black jeans, a white tank top, and a purple sports coat; it wasn’t anything special but she was radiant.
“I’m ready, where are we going,” she asked giving herself one last check in the mirror.
“I made us reservations at a local Mexican restaurant,” Chris answered while grabbing his phone and waller from the nightstand.
“Oh my god. A margarita sounds so good right now.”
“My treat. I’ll drive us back.”
“Still not going to drive Bert. I’ll just get one to go.”
“I don’t think they do that here. Were no longer in New Orleans Dorothy,” Chris teased as he opened to door for her.
“Fuck toto, I'm starting to regret this trip,” she said jokingly.
“Because of the alcohol not the over one thousand miles traveled. Yes, sound reasonable.”
Scarlet gentle hip bumped Chris on the walk to the elevator. “On the plus side I’ve finally been to New Mexico,” she commented as she pressed the ground floor button.
“How is it that you love to travel yet hardly actually get out of Louisiana,” he questioned.
“I don’t have the money to just hop in my car and drive. You happen to have caught me on a day in which I had 0 self-control and now there is no turning back.” She noticed how his face fell for a second before that look disappeared. “I wouldn’t change anything though. I’m having fun.
“Is there a reason you are so adamant about getting out of Texas,” Chris asked buckling up and taking her phone.
“It's road trip rules: when you have to pass through Texas no stopping for the night till you are out of Texas,” she said looking over at him as she started the car.
This energy filled the car. She couldn’t exactly explain what it was, but Scarlet let her insecurities run wild and was sure it was because of her freakout earlier. But, she got out of her head when she noticed that Chris was still on her phone.
“Christopher, what are you doing with my phone,” she asked him as she pulled out of the motel parking lot.
“Someone drank half my coffee and there wasn’t a continental breakfast so I’m solving the issue,” he said pressing a button and putting the phone in one of the cup holders. “So besides getting out of Texas, do we have any other plans.”
“There is an Evans recreational center nearby, any relations,” she asked in a teasing tone.
“It’s too early and I don’t have enough coffee in me for your terrible jokes,” he groaned as he rested his head against the window.
Scarlet sent a soft smile his way and kept her mouth closed as she listened to the directions her phone was telling her. They pulled up to a Wendy’s with 25 minutes left for the breakfast menu. After they ordered, Chris tried to hand over his card.
“You could be broke for all we know. I’d rather not have the cashier say the card has been declined when we try to pay for this 7-dollar meal,” Scarlet said pushing his hand away.
He flicked her nose as she went to grab her wallet from her bag in the back seat. Chris leaned over her lower back slightly pinning her down and handed his card to the cashier who was giving the two of them weird looks.
“Christopher Jamal Evans I’m going to put spiders all in your clothes when you least expect it,” she cursed him still pinned under his arm.
“Don’t mind her, thank you,” Chris said grabbing his card back and the receipt. Only then did he let her up. “Jamal?”
“Yes, it’s a name the internet gave you,” she explained sitting up right before she pulled the car up to the next window.
“Why,” he asked putting his card back in his wallet.
“Because your name was boring before and now it’s not,” Scarlet replied as she tapped her fingers against the wheel.
“Robert,” he asked questioning how he was boring.
The window opened and the man at the window held out a bag. Scarlet grabbed the food and drinks before she pulled into a parking spot. She handed Chris his juice and the bag of food.
“Yes, now you have a bit of spice,” she informed him as she reached into the bag and grabbed her bacon breakfast sandwich.
As soon as she took a bite of her sandwich, Scarlet did a little dance and started the car back up causing Chris to let out a little laugh at her food dance. They sat in silence as they got back on the interstate and ate their food. The actor changed the radio from music to the news.
“Really, the news. Your old manness is showing,” she joked slapping his hand away from the dial.
“Old man-ness,” he asked taking a sip of his orange juice.
“Yes, but it’s kinda cute. You keep talking about stuff and it sounds important but I have no idea what it means,” Scarlet said turning the radio up enough trying to make a joke about his age and deafness.
“It's important information,” he started to say but stopped when you held a hand up to him and shoved the last of her sandwich into her mouth.
“I’m not going to retain any of this. I’ll stick to getting the information from your rare Instagram videos. It sounds more interesting coming from you than a normal old white man,” she said after swallowing the food.
“Scarlet I am an old white man,” Chris laughing at her.
“Yeah, but you're probably one of the few if not only old white American man people trust,” she teased taking a sip of her coffee.
He shook his head at her comment and the two of them just sat in silence eating their breakfast and listening to the news. It was after about 1 hour of listening and Chris explaining some things when he noticed the confused look on her face, Scarlet changed the station.
“I can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry it’s so boring. I’d rather listen to someone explain physics in a deep slow voice,” she said putting on a random radio station.
Chris laid his seat back and rested his arm over his eyes as he let out a small shiver. Scarlet looked over at him and the corner of her mouth lifted at him. She kept her eyes on the road but every few seconds her eyes would travel to look at him. Her eyes stared at his hands and the veins on his forearm.
“I get that the heater is broken but that doesn’t mean you need to keep the AC on full blast,” the actor cried shifting his body to turn towards Scarlet.
“I keep a blanket for my whiney passengers.”
Chris moved his arm a bit and stared at her. He watched as she pointed her head to the back seat and gripped the steering wheel tighter. While he unbuckled and leaned into the back seat out of the corner of his eye he noticed how her shoulders tensed. Scarlet didn’t relax til Chris was back in her seat and buckled back up.
“Much better,” he sighed as he wrapped the blanket around his shoulder.
Scarlet quickly glanced his way and smiled at the sight of him. The blanket was a baby blue blanket with penguins skiing all over it. He was wearing part of it over his head and the rest was tightly wrapped around his torso. The car was silent the only noise was coming from the engine and the low mumbling of the talk host on the radio.
“Okay, I can’t. We are not about to spend the next 8hrs of the car ride in silence. I will go crazy and drive the car off the road,” She exclaimed looking from the road to her passenger back to the road.
“Okay calm down, Sparky. We can play a road trip game,” Chris said turning his body towards her a little.
“Would you rather. We answer then we explain,” she said excitedly as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. “My game I go first um would you rather have a pet dinosaur or a pet dragon.”
Chris let out a laugh at the silly questions. “We are starting off deep. Um, dinosaur. Stegosaurus to be exact. It’s big, got those cool back spikes, and won’t try to eat me in my sleep. You?”
“Dragon, ride him to school.”
“Ok, Khaleesi. Would you rather have breakfast on the Eiffel Tower or dinner in a castle,” he asked as he leaned closer and wrapped his arm around his headrest.
“Easy castle, Eiffel Tower is as an eating spot is overdone. Just about everyone can say that. Very few can say they ate in a whole ass castle.”
The next 2 hours passed by with the road trip games. Chris preferred the Eiffel Tower (such a romantic), and they both agreed that living at the North Pole was better than living at the South Pole. They talked about anything and everything. But nothing serious. Scarlet enjoyed spending time with someone who didn’t know her past so didn’t treat her like she was made of eggshells.
“No how do you not love Reeses Pieces,” he asked shoving his fourth piece in his mouth.
“First, I’m allergic, second how are you just shoving your mouth with all that candy. You eat like a 5-year-old got to go crazy at the store but look like a Greek god,” she laughed as she reached over and grabbed some of the hundreds of candy wrappers off his lap and threw it in his face.
“Really sunshine, a Greek god,” Chris smirked as he cleaned up his candy mess and tossed it into the grocery bag that was being used as a trash can.
“Shut up, you know what I meant,” Scarlet said as her face turned bright red.
“No sweetheart, I don’t know what you mean, please explain,” he replied leaning back, crossing his arms and smirking.
“Um, you… you…. That… fuck off Christopher,” she stuttered trying to find a way to big herself out of this embarrassing hole she found herself in. “You’re a dick you know how you look and you're just annoying me.”
Chris laughed as he held his hands up in a defensive way. “Ok okay I'm sorry,” he apologized as he held out the last starburst.
“No thanks,” she replied focusing on the road.
“Not a fan of candy,” he asked popping it into his mouth.
“I am. I just don’t eat it like it’s Halloween all the time.”
He usually was less out there around new people but he realized that with her, there was this natural easy, calming feeling he got. A feeling he normally only got when he was back home. Back with his mom and dad. And even when he was home he sometimes felt like he had to hide the famous side from his loved one. Not that he is ashamed of what he does. He loves it, it's just that sometimes they don’t get what he deals with on a daily basis. Chris hides it from them to protect them. But ever since he met Scarlet, he felt like he could just be himself.
There was no pressure to pretend to be something he wasn’t. There was no need to keep a fake smile on his face. And somewhere deep inside him, he hoped that she got that feeling around him. Chris liked the thought of having someone he could be 110% honest with and suddenly the thought of how he wanted to be that person for Scarlet crept into his mind and just festered. But he knew that he was just hyper-fixating on her seeing as she was the only person on this planet that knew who he was. And there were a lot of things that he didn’t know about her. But he still has this subconscious feeling that he could trust her.
“Christopher are you listening to me,” he heard her ask as he felt her poke his bicep.
“Sorry, what was that.”
“I was saying that I think we should stop for lunch and gas soon. Where were you wonder boy,” she asked turning the AC down a notch.
“I thought you didn’t get cold Elsa,” Chris joked changing the subject.
Scarlet stared at him for a second longer before letting the subject drop. “I enjoy the cold I’m not stupid Evans,” she replied sticking her tongue out at him. “Now keep an eye out for any places that look like a good place to eat.”
“Churches,” “No” “Chili’s” “No”
“I thought I was supposed to keep an eye out for lunch, yet you keep turning down my suggestions,” he exclaimed throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Have you eaten at Churches before? Have you eaten at Chili’s before,” she asked deciding that gripping the steering wheel was a better option than wringing his neck.
“Yes,” “Then no. We are on a road trip Christopher and one of the rules is to eat at places you haven’t been to before. Something local. And given that we are in TEXAS. The only logical option is BBQ now pick again.”
It was another 5 minutes of trying to find a good place to eat til Chris grabbed your phone and started searching the easier way. “Look here is an underground BBQ place that's like 4 miles away and it has great reviews,” he said clicking on the address and holding it up so she could see it out of her peripheral vision.
“Perfect, let’s eat.”
She quickly got off the interstate and followed the directions to the Texan BBQ restaurant. When Chris said it was an underground BBQ place he wasn’t joking. It was a literal hole in the wall. After finding a parking spot the two walked to the brick wall and saw a whole ass thriving restaurant through the hole. There were a dozen or 2 metal tables and nearly all of them were filled. The seating indoors was non-existent. People were sitting on the window sill eating their enormous BBQ plates.
“Oh this place is going to be the best BBQ of our life,” Scarlet squealed in excitement.
“There are people sitting on the floor” Chris pointed out.
“Well duh in this Texas heat, I wouldn’t eat outside either but I'm not sitting on the floor in this skirt.”
The menu was handwritten on a giant blackboard behind the register. Today's menu had a half rack of baby back ribs, potato salad, Mac and cheese, baked beans, homemade honey cornbread, and chocolate fudge brownie. The only other option was half a BBQ chicken, creamed spinach, Mac and cheese, boiled potatoes, corn on the cob, garlic bread, and peach cobbler.
Once they reached the counter, Scarlet and Chris were greeted by a very happy and friendly middle-aged woman. She was wearing a bright pink shirt and an apron that used to be white but was now covered in dough and sauce and other kitchen gunk.
“What can I get ya today sugar,” the lady asked.
“Can we get one of each platter please,” Scarlet ordered.
“Of course you can baby. That going to be $30,” she said wiping her hands on her apron and messing with her tablet.
Out the corner of her eye, she noticed Chris reach for his wallet so she quickly took hers out to pay. The lady noticed and let out a little chuckle. “Oh no hunny let your man pay you keep your money,” she commented with a wink.
“He’s not….,” Scarlet started to say before Chris cut her off.
“How many times are we going to have this argument, Sunshine,” Chris said grabbing her wallet and putting it in his back pocket.
“It's my turn, Christopher,” she replied grabbing her wallet back. She froze a bit at the fact that her hands were technically in Chris Evan's pants but quickly recovered.
“Oh, hunny never question when a man wants to pay,” the lady behind the counter chuckled again. “It's going to be a 30-minute wait.”
“Thank you,” Chris said grabbing your hand and dragging you to a table that had just freed up.
Ever the gentleman, Chris pulled out the chair for Scarlet before sitting in the chair across from her. She was looking around the restaurant taking in the scenery he was watching her. Chris tried to focus on anything else, anything other than the fact that he never corrected the lady at the counter about them being together. Anything other than the fact that Scarlet was going to. And for some reason that annoyed him. It made him jealous; of what he didn’t know.
“Chris you going to have an aneurysm with that thought,” Scarlet teased grabbing his hand.
“What,” he asked shaking the confusing thoughts from his head.
“What are you thinking about over there goober?”
“Nothing just wondering if there are any other road trip rules I need to know of before I get back in that car with you,” he replied unconsciously rubbing small circles in her palm.
“No eating at chain restaurants, drive a minimum of 8 hrs before stopping for the night unless in Texas keep driving til you get out of Texas, junk food is the only type of snacks allowed, and get a souvenir from every state.”
Chris laughed and teased her about the rules he was 100% percent sure she just made up. But he knew he would listen. They continued to talk about little things again like how Scarlet's sister had ruined her makeup two weeks ago cause she just came back from the circus and wanted to be a clown.
“Here you go, stud muffin,” the counter lady said placing two styrofoam plates on the table. “Enjoy.”
Scarlet laughed at the term of endearment the lady used and decided she was going to tease him about it. Not now, not with heaven on a plate right in front of her but later. Chris watched as Scarlet pulled the ribs towards her and once again did her little food dance. He let out a laugh when he noticed she had BBQ sauce all over her face after a couple bites.
“You have a little…,” he started saying before he grabbed a napkin and wiped her face clean.
“Omg, that’s so embarrassing,” Scarlet quietly exclaimed before burying her face in her hands.
He quickly reassured her it was nothing to worry about as he took a big bite of creamed spinach. What he hadn’t realized was that he spilled half the spoonful on himself.
“Shit,” he said trying to clean his shirt.
“Evans,” she laughed as she tried and help him clean up. “It goes in your mouth,”
“Pot meet kettle.”
For the rest of the meal, they ate off each other's plates and ignored when they both became a mess from the food. Neither felt embarrassed or nervous about having to look perfect or getting all the food on their face. When it happened they laughed and teased and helped clean each other up.
“I think we used up all their napkins,” Chris joked after he finished eating.
“Well they can’t expect people to eat all prim and proper with food this delicious,” Scarlet replied laughing. “I'm going to clean up more before we go. Watch my purse.”
Chris asked her to bring him back some wet napkins. When she got a good look at herself in the mirror her cheek immediately flushed in embarrassment. Her face had faded BBQ sauce and there were a few drops on her shirt too. It looked more like she was at a family dinner than at dinner with a damn celebrity. Scarlet was able to clean her face but was able to get the stain out of her white shirt. But it wasn’t as noticeable now.
When she exited the bathroom she noticed another waitress was at the table talking to Chris. She had her hand on his arm. FLIRTING with Chis. The waitress was this gorgeous redhead model-looking woman. Definitely looked like she was the type of person Chris dated.
As Scarlet got closer to the table, the waitress’s smile faded but her hands remained on his arm. “I'm so glad you enjoyed the food,” she giggled. Suddenly all Scarlet was was red. She didn’t notice how Chris was more focused on her than the female all but throwing herself at him. Her anger took control and dug its nails in deep.
“We are leaving,” Scarlet said in a short tone as she threw the wet napkins on the table. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the restaurant. Chris grabbed a few dollars from his wallet and put it on the table before running after her.
“Scar, what’s wrong,” he asked trying to catch up to her.
“Nothing,” she replied in a snippy manner.
“Sunshine, stop,” Chris said gently grabbing her arm and forcing her to stop walking away from him.
“Nothing is the matter, Christopher I just want to get back on the road.”
“You're mad.”
“No, I'm not.”
“Then annoyed.”
“Wrong again.”
Before he could ask her again what was wrong Scarlet walked away from him. “Why are women so damn complicated,” he asked himself.
“What did you just say,” Scarlet asked stopping in her tracks.
“Nothing,” he replied before running to catch up to her again.
This was the tenth night in a row that you stayed up til morning for your husband to come home. Usually, Bruce patrolling all night wouldn’t bother you because he’s doing good but you haven’t had any alone time for almost two weeks. Sure it was nice to have a quiet home but after a while, you missed the chaos Wayne manor had. Which brought you to tonight. Once again your husband and your kids were out on patrol and you were with Alfred in the cave being the man in the chair. It was around 2 am when you passed out at the computer. Alfred had left to make more coffee and returned to you drooling on the computer. He wanted to bring you up to bed but knew the reason you stayed down here was to make sure everyone came back home safe and sound, so he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders. You were woken up when your husband picked you up out of the chair and carried you up to your shared bedroom.
“Sweetheart, you didn’t have to wait downstairs,” Bruce said as he gently laid you in the bed.
“I just missed you. I feel like I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” you replied half asleep.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was working so much,” your husband responded as he got undressed and climbed into bed with you.
“It's okay, what you do is important. I just want to spend a whole day with my amazing husband,” you admitted as you wrapped your leg around his and rested your head on his bare chest.
After knowing that not only your husband but your kids were home safe, you started to go back to sleep. Bruce kissed the top of your head and whispered “I’m all yours tomorrow.” You mumbled a tomorrow in return and snuggled closer to Bruce. That night you had the best sleep in the last ten days. Feeling his heartbeat and his warm body had you sleeping like a baby.
You woke up the next morning to Bruce getting dressed for his morning workout. He was trying to be as quiet as possible to not wake you but you were already awake. Bruce was about to leave but you sat up in bed.
“Where are you going,” you asked getting out of bed.
“My morning workout, sweetie, after I'm all yours,” he replied walking to you and giving you a kiss.
“No you said all day today,” you informed him as you went to undress and went to grab some workout clothes.
“Are you sure?”
You nodded your head. Bruce sat on the bed and waited til you got dressed. You came out of the closet wearing a sports bra and a pair of black leggings and sat on your husband’s lap straddling him. Bruce placed his hands on your hips and just stared at you.
“What are you doing babe,” he asked you.
“Getting ready to work out.”
“That’s one way to do cardio. Now come one. The faster we finish the faster we can do whatever you want,” he said slapping your ass to get you off his lap.
You got off and the two of you went to the kitchen for a pre-workout drink. Alfred was making bruce his gross green drink and the kids were eating breakfast when the two of you walked in.
“Morning mother,” Damian said eating his omelet.
“Morning sweetie,” you replied kissing his head.
Bruce grabbed his drink and poured half of it into a cup for you. You looked at the cup and looked back at him.
“I'm not drinking this,” you replied handing the cup back.
“It will help with the workout.”
“Mom working out. Yeah right,” Jason said as he put his empty plate in the sink.
“Hey I work out,” you replied slapping Jason’s arm.
After receiving more workout jokes from your “amazing” kids and downing the gross drink, the two of you started the Wednesday workout. Bruce headed to his car and opened the door for you.
“What,” you questioned, “Are we going somewhere to work out?”
“Kinda, we are going for a run in the park, then coffee,” he answered as you climbed in.
Bruce closed the door and you whispered to yourself ‘what the hell have I gotten myself into.’ He got into the car and then drove to Sheldon park. If having to endure a little run was all you needed to do to have the perfect day with your husband so be it. Once y’all pulled up, Bruce parked the car and the two of you did a few stretches before starting the run.
The two of you took off on a simple jog. It wasn’t awful til Bruce took off running. You were able to keep up for a while but needed to stop because you were dying. Once Bruce noticed were had stopped he came over to check on you.
“You ok,” he asked rubbing your back.
“Yeah just need to catch my breath. How much was that?”
“Mile and a half. 3.5 more to go,” he said jogging in place to keep his heart rate up.
“Five miles, are you fucking crazy it's not even 9 in the morning,” you exclaimed.
“You don’t have…..,” he started to say.
“No ill be fine.”
The two of you took off running again for another mile. After that it was too much so you just laid in the grass and waited for the end to come. Bruce ran over to you thinking something was wrong.
“(Y/n),” he called in a worried tone.
“I'm just going to stay here. You keep running,” you told him gasping for air.
He double-checked that you were okay before running off again. He wasn’t that far away when he heard you yell “I married a madman.” It didn’t take long for him to finish the last two and a half miles since he didn’t have to worry about you. You were still laying on the grass when he came back. He laid down next to you and looked over at you.
“Don’t look at me. I'm sweaty and red as a tomato,” you complained covering your face.
“Still beautiful,” he replied kissing your cheek.
“Shut up,” you replied trying to slap him but you were too tired to move. “Do you do this every morning?”
“No. Only 3 times a week and I run 10 miles on Sunday. Now, how about some iced coffee?”
You thanked god that it wasn’t Sunday and then nodded to the coffee. Bruce helped you up but the muscles in your legs were screaming.
“If you didn’t want to walk, there are more fun ways to do that,” Bruce whispered in your ear.
You gave him a glare and he mouthed a ‘sorry’ as he helped you back to the car. Your favorite coffee place wasn’t that far from the park but Bruce knew better than to suggest walking. One in the car you blasted the A/C and drank all the water you brought in one sip. Once he parked the car in front of the coffee shop, he looked over at you and was going to ask if you wanted to come in with him but noticed how your face was inches away from the air conditioner. Bruce let out a small laugh and when to get you your coffee.
“Thank god this is over. I can’t do anymore,” you exclaimed between gasping for air. After another minute of having the A/C at full blast, you finally were able to cool down. Bruce came back to the car with a large iced coffee and his normal black coffee.
“I love you,” you sighed as you took the cold drink from your husband. You took one big sip and felt instantly better. Tim had to get his coffee addiction from someone.
Once you got back to the house, the boys were asking questions about how you did on the run and if you actually ran the whole time.
“I bet she didn’t even finish one mile,” Damian stated.
“I’d be surprised if she even got out of the car. Bruce’s workouts are crazy,” Jason said not even looking away from the screen where he is playing a video game.
You were too tired to scorn your son so you just sat at the counter and placed your hot face against the cold marble. Bruce and the boys were talking about bat stuff while you just sat there finishing your nice cold drink. Dick looked at his mother and then looked back at Bruce.
“Have you told her about the afternoon workout,” your eldest son tried to whisper so only his adoptive father would hear him but those words traveled to your ears?
“There's more,” you whined smashing your face into the counter.
Bruce shook his head at you and then threw away your empty coffee cup before carrying you upstairs for a shower. You let out a sigh and asked if the two of you were going downstairs. “No sweetheart, you need to take a shower.”
“Mr. Wayne are you saying I stink,” you asked slapping his chest.
“Yes, I am Mrs. Wayne. Dick has smelled better and he lived at a circus.”
Bruce carried you into the bedroom and placed you on the bed so he could start a bath. He came back from the bathroom to see you laying like a starfish on the bed. Bruce let out a small chuckle and walked over to take off your shoes.
“I can’t feel my legs. Do I still have legs,” you asked dramatically?
“You know what, I think you left them at the park,” he retorted as he helped you sit up and get undressed.
Once you were completely naked he picked you up and placed you in the warm water. He quickly got undressed and sat down behind you. This intimate moment made that torturous exercise worth it. He grabbed the shower head and wet your hair then got your shampoo. You let out a small moan as he started to massage the lavender scent into your hair. He then rinsed it out and continued giving you a bath.
After it was over he let the water drain but the two of you just sat in the tub til all the water was gone. As he was helping you out and wrapping you in a towel as you looked up at him.
“What,” he asked as he thought how he was the luckiest person in the universe because you loved him.
“Just reminding myself that I love you even though I might hate you after today,” you explained thinking about how he has more workouts.
“We don’t have to babe. I'll take the day off and we can do whatever you want.”
You shook your head and luckily you could feel your legs again so you went to grab some cute but cozy clothes for the rest of the day. Bruce put on a “causal” suit which you still make fun of him for.
“You know the world is not going to end if you wear a t-shirt and basketball shorts.”
“Clark would say differently. He would have it all over the Daily Planet,”
Bruce started walking out of the door so he wouldn’t hear you yell ‘he’s your bestie bruce he’s allowed to tease’
“Wait bruce,” you called after him but he didn’t stop walking.
The two of you walked into the bat cave and saw Tim sitting at the computer doing some research and stopped when he saw his parents.
“You live,” Tim said turning back to the screen.
“Bruce your kids are awful,” you said taking a seat next to Tim.
“Why are they my kids when they are being bad but yours the rest of the time,” he asked as he took off his jacket and dress shirt. “Come here”
“We don’t need another child in this house guys,” Tim shouted as he gave a gross shrug and ran from the cave.
You looked over at Bruce and gave him a questioning look asking if y’all were going to have some real fun. He shook his head and motioned for you to come to him. He grabbed two sets of hand wraps and began wrapping his hands then yours.
“I get to punch you,” you said enthusiastically as your husband shook his head. He walked around the punching bag and held it steady.
“Don't sound too excited, Mrs. Wayne.”
You planted your feet and started punching the bag. No matter how hard you punched, because of how strong bruce was, the bag barely moved. Your arms started to hurt after ten minutes. Not wanting to give up, you tried to give one more punch but your arms felt like noodles.
“I’m done. I’d much rather watch you,” you flirted as walking back to the chair you sat in earlier.
You just stared at your husband for the next thirty minutes. Even after being married for fifteen years the sight of him was just mesmerizing. The way his muscles moved and the small drips of sweat that were forming. You didn’t even realize that bruce was done with his workout til he was standing directly in front of you.
“(Y/n),” he gently shouted causing her to jump.
Bruce gave a laugh as he finished wiping the sweat off and got dressed. The smell of your body wash and his masculine scent distracted you. This man could make you feel like a love-sick teenager.
“Can we wait a minute, my arms still feel like noodles,” you whined?
“Yell babe we are done, for now,” Bruce said. “You can rest while I go to my meeting.”
You gave him a look telling him that you were going with him. He gave you a small smile because had hoped you were going to keep sticking by his side. With his actual job and his nightly duties, the two of you got little to no alone time. So he was all aboard having you with him all day.
But Bruce realized how much of a bad idea you attending the meeting with him was. He couldn’t stop gazing at you in wonder the entire time. It was his meeting but you commended the room, which wasn’t awful. He likes being able to relax after patrolling last night and his morning workout, which he may or may not have gone a little harder to show off to his gorgeous wife.
Bruce Wayne and (y/n) Wayne are a power couple and even though he is the CEO you were the boss around here. No one ever looked to Bruce after anything you said to get his approval or thoughts. Cause to be honest, if it wasn’t for you Wayne Enterprises would have crumbled to nothing.
After the meeting was over you and Bruce walked into his office for him to send some emails. You just admired the photos of your precious family that decorated almost every inch of his office. There was a picture of just you. It was from when you were getting ready for a gala but you had a head cold. The bastard snapped a picture of you after you sneezed and messed up your hair. In your opinion, you looked awful, but Bruce always said you could never look awful.
The next photo was right after the two of you adopted Dick. It was around Christmas, and Dick was missing his parents, rightly so, so your solution was for you and him to team up against Bruce in a snowball fight that he had no idea he was participating in. Dick had thrown a snowball at Bruce while he was in his office. Alfred took a picture of Bruce’s retaliation of chasing us outside and tackling you to the ground. Dick was trying to push your lug of a husband (boyfriend at the time) off of you.
There was a photo of you and Bruce on your wedding day with Dick as the best man. It was literally the best night of your life. It was taken during the first dance and Dick had walked up asking for a family dance.
Then there was a photo of Jason and Bruce. It was of them all gamer-ed out on the couch as Jason showed Bruce his favorite game. They are both wearing headsets and covered in a mountain of junk food. In the picture, it looks like Bruce was screaming because he was. Your grown-ass husband was yelling at possibly a child over some game. That poor kid had not idea that batman was yelling at him.
Next was a picture of you and Tim on the floor of a gala. Tim really wanted to attend but also still had some homework to do so you two made a deal. He got to go to the gala but he had to make sure is homework was done by morning. Instead of getting it done before the event, Tim decided to bring the books with him so he could do it there. So there you were down on the floor in your designer dress helping or trying to help Tim with math. Let's just say that was the last time that kid needed your help in school. Clark has actually taken the photo and given it to the two of you for your anniversary.
Right next to that one was a pic of you Damian and Bruce. Out of context, it doesn’t look like a great photo. It was of you scorning Damian for “Liberating” as he would put it the shark from the Gotham zoo and somehow putting it in the pool without letting anyone know. The only reason you found out was when you lived that childhood fear of there being a shark in the pool. At the time it wasn’t funny but looking at it now and if it wasn’t you who found Finn you would have been laughing along with your other kids.
The last and possibly your favorite photo is of a rare occurrence. Everyone is all together and not fighting. It was Bruce’s birthday maybe last year. Everyone gathered around Bruce as he was about to blow out his candles. He has just delivered a cheesy line of “I have everything I could ever wish for” which you did not like the line so you may have shoved his face into the cake as the timer for the camera went off.
“Do you know which one is my favorite”, Bruce asked you snapping you out of the little world you were just in.
“The one from your birthday,” you asked.
“No, this one” he replied grabbing a frame that was behind him. It was of you and him on your first date. He had taken you to dinner and then oddly enough to the Gotham city fair. You had gotten a bunch of looks. Not only cause you were there with Bruce Wayne but also because you guys were in a nice ass suit and a floor-length dress walking around the muddy ground. You held up the bottom of your dress so it wouldn’t touch the mud but after a while, it got aggravating having to hold it up all night so Bruce have you a piggyback ride. Some paparazzi had gotten news that Bruce Wayne was on a date at the fair. That’s how Bruce had a framed photo of you on his back in a fancy dress kissing his cheek after he won you a crappy green bear, which you still have.
“And why is this one your favorite Mr. Wayne,” you asked walking to grab the photo out of his hand.
“Cause it captures the exact moment I fell for you and knew that I was going to make you Mrs. Wayne.”
“You knew on our first date you wanted to marry me,” you asked in a doubtful tone.
“Yes, told Alfred and I went out to buy that ring the next day.” He assured looking down at the rings on your hand
“Wow and all I knew after that first date is that you had a nice ass and suck at ring toss,” you replied placing the photo down and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I love you, Mrs. Wayne.”
“I love you too, Mr. Wayne.”
After giving him a quick peck on the lips you asked him what else he had to do today. Bruce informed you how he cleared his schedule and all he needs to do I finish his workout.
“There’s more. I nearly died this morning.”
“It's nothing crazy just 30-minute circuit training and an hour of strength conditioning after lunch then sparing after dinner.”
Pushing aside how you will be dying by the end of the day, brunch sounded might be good right now. So the two of you headed to a quaint little restaurant that was serving brunch with bottomless mimosas, which is without question the only way to have brunch.
Bruce had ordered a bit of everything. He said something about needing the nutrients for the workout this morning and future ones. But all you really heard was lots of food and you were all on board. There were fruit and pancakes and omelets and eggs Benedict, grits, hash-browns, and toast. All that food and the 6 glasses of mimosas you have left you feeling pretty great.
Since you didn’t have anything to do today, you guys just stayed in each other's company at the manor. Occasionally a kid would come into your office, where you stayed, and needed help or just wanted to talk. But for the most part, he sat on the couch in the room and you laid between Bruce’s legs and rested your back against his chest as he read to you. It helped with the slight headache you had gotten.
The sound of his voice and the 6 mimosas lulled you to sleep. But your sleep was interrupted but the sound of a light knock on the door. Alfred poked his head in letting Bruce know that lunch was ready and the kids were waiting. Lunch with all of your boys was definitely making this day the best day ever. Alfred left and Bruce placed a kiss on your temple to fully wake you up.
Lunch was a simple spaghetti and meatballs. And luckily there was no fight so no food was thrown, it was just a normal family lunch. Dick had come home during his lunch break. Tim was finished with classes for the day. Damian was off today and Jason was here taking a break from his training and the outlaws. After everyone talked about their day and questioned if I was still going to do Bruce’s workout too, we all carried on with our day.
You followed bruce to the bat cave to start his afternoon workout. Which was 30 minutes of circuit training: squat jumps, jump rope, crunches, and pushups; and an hour of strength conditioning: deadlifts, dumbbells, hip thrusts, and chest presses. It wasn’t too crazy.
Now when Bruce is wearing a suit he is breathtaking, but there was something about seeing him in sweatpants. His workout clothes earlier were black compression pants, which left nothing to the imagination, but no matter what Bruce in sweats was your favorite look. Just seeing him in relaxing clothes lets you imagine that this man takes breaks and relaxes.
Bruce grabbed two jump ropes and tossed one over to you. You smirked at him and you took a handle in each hand.
“If I had known jumping rope is exercise I would have done it all day long.”
“Do 20 then rest for a minute then repeat,” he said giving a smile.
You did as he instructed and the two of you would occasionally look up at each other. Bruce was doing 50 and then resting so the rest periods were different. He was resting while you decided to show off your jump rope skill and was hopping on one leg, then did a crisscross. Bruce threw his rope down and laughed at you.
“I married a master jump roper,” he joked as he grabbed your face and kissed you.
“That you did, and you're good at things too,” you jokingly replied.
He shook his head as he walked over to a square plush-like from the gymnastic mat. Bruce was demonstrating what the next exercise was. You were instructed to do a simple squat jump while Bruce would jump upon the square. You both were doing 4 reps of 15. After the second rep, you were getting tired and sweating.
“Now I know how you get your ass to look so good,” you joked as you objectified your husband.
He jumped off the square and looked at you. “Funny, the riddler was asking about my ass last night.”
“Ha, I don’t see why the kids don’t think you have a sense of humor,” you stated as you continued your workout.
“They are just evil little things,” he stated.
You laughed as the two of you fell back into the comfortable silence of working out in each other presence. You both quickly finished and you collapsed to the floor. Bruce stood in front of you and waited for you to catch your breath.
“I'm going to need help up. My legs are angry at me,” you informed him as you held your hand out for him.
“You don’t need to get up for the next thing. It requires you on your back. Just how I like you,” he joked slapping your hands away.
“Oh god. I'm going to be sick,” Jason cried as he walked into the cave. “My poor innocent ear.”
You and Bruce both looked toward your son and let out a laugh. “Moments like these make me wish I was still dead,” Jason joked. “I'm joking mom,” he quickly said noticing the look on your face. “Just please for the love of god. Make sure the room is clear before your guys do that,” he pleaded giving a shiver showing his disgust.
Once he left Bruce knelt before you and held your feet down. 30 simple sit-ups. That was your goal. You got to 15 before you stopped being able to get up the entire way.
“Come on babe you got this,” Bruce encouraged.
You needed a minute to rest before you finished. While you lay there, Bruce decided to lie next to you.
“What do you want to do when we are finished,” he asked grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on the inside of your wrist.
“I do need to find an outfit for that work thingy you have next month and (bff name)’s birthday is next week I need to find something for them. You up for a shopping trip sugar daddy,” you jokingly asked him.
“Ew, ew just ew mom,” Dick cried out as he stood next to the two of you.
“Why do your kids keep interrupting our day,” Bruce asked placing his arm over his eyes.
“Because we live here too. Also, I was just checking up on y’all cause Jason looked like he was scared of something. And I saw the two of you on the ground and thought mom died from the excessive workout and Bruce had a heart attack,” your oldest stated checking your pulse. “But you are both alive and disgustingly in love. So I’m going back to work.”
“Now all we need is for Damien to interrupt us,” you said looking over at your husband.
“He’s probably avoiding us, trying to hide another animal he is smuggling into the house.”
You smacked his stomach to shut him up from his stupid suggestion and to tell him you're ready. You were doing your sit-ups when you really thought of what Bruce said.
“You don’t think Damien would,” you asked.
“After Finn, he wouldn’t bring anything big. Maybe another dog or a goat or a chicken.”
You shook your head deciding to deal with whatever Damien was doing tomorrow. Once you finished your 30 sit-ups you and Bruce switched positions. You help his feet down as he did his 100 sit-ups. Those abs didn’t magically appear overnight.
While he was doing his workout, the two of you talked about everything a nothing. You asked him about bat stuff and he asked about (bff name) wondering what she was up to lately. Every once in a while when Bruce sat up you would give him a quick kiss which brought a smile to his face. It really was like you guys were lovestruck teenagers. Other relationships’ honeymoon phase ended after a couple months maybe a year but for the Wayne’s the phase was still happening. There were periods where you hated him or were so angry you thought you hated him but mostly you were head over heels in love with him.
After Bruce finished his sit-ups, he helped out get in the proper pushup position and the two of you were there side by side working out. Although he was going faster than you and was able to do more than 5 but together. After you decided to give up he asked you to lay on his back so he had more weight. For a couple, you rested your head on your hands and asked what kind of dress you should get for the Wayne enterprise function, to which he answered ‘you look amazing in everything’. Then you just laid your head between his shoulder blades and absorbed his warmth and sweat. But after a while, you go bored so you decided to start kissing his neck.
“Babe, you're distracting me,” he said slowing down his push-ups.
“What, me, distracting, never,” you feigned innocence as you continued to kiss his neck.
“Oh yeah what was I thinking,” he chuckled as he picked up the pace.
Once he was finished, you got off of him and the two of you walked to where all the weights were. He stood in front of the big one you’ve seen people deadlift on tv. He was showing you the proper stance so you don’t hurt yourself.
“You know what Bruce. I'm good over here with the little weights that’s all you,” you said picking up a 10-pound dumbbell and doing some biceps curls and lateral lifts and lunges with them.
For the next hour, you and bruce finished the workout. He would occasionally have to show you what to do like with the hip thrust and he would help you with the chest press but for the most part, you could do it without his help. Once y’all were finished you went back up to your room for yet another shower.
Bruce decided to join you in the shower stating it saved water and it was quicker so you could get more shopping done. But his explanation was a lie when his hands lingered a little too long on your waist.
“Christ Bruce how can you do that much for a workout and still have the energy for sex,” you asked slapping his hand away.
“Have you seen my wife? I could be in a coma but wake up in a second to your touch. You. Are. Intoxicating,” he said kissing your neck with each word.
He turned you around and pulled you against his chest. He put some of your body wash on his hands and started washing your body. His hands got lower and lower till his right hand stopped between your legs and his left went back to your left boob.
“Bruce,” you gasped once he inserted two fingers into your wet pussy.
You brought your hands to his hair and pulled him closer to you. His mouth lowered to your neck and he began biting and kissing you. The warm feeling in your lower stomach got too much so you turned to face your husband. You grabbed his face and just looked at him for a second before you pulled him towards you. The moment your lips touched he picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pressed you against the shower wall and let his hands roam over your body. You let out a whimper when Bruce pulled back and rested his forehead against yours.
“As much as I want to babe, the last time we did this it ended with an awkward hospital visit, traumatized kids, and a very embarrassing news story,” he said kissing your nose.
“What’s the point of those muscles then,” you whined slapping his biceps.
“It wasn’t my fault, klutz,” he replied gently putting you down and stepping out of the shower.
After he turned the shower off, he grabbed your towel and wrapped you in it. The two of you walked to your shared closet. Instead of getting dressed, you walked to his side and ran your fingers over all of his clothes. He walked over to his drawer to grab a pair of under where when he noticed you looking at him with a big smile.
“How much do you love me,” you asked him.
“Seeing how you want me to do something and based on that smile it’s going to be something I won’t like, not at all. I hate you,” he replied gently shoving you to the side so he could grab some clothes.
You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. “I promise it won’t be terrible. I just wanna pick your clothes for the mall.”
“Why would I let you do that,” he asked grabbing a dress shirt.
“Because you love me.”
“Actually I just said I didn’t,” he said getting free from your grasp and putting the shirt on.
You stood behind him completely quiet causing him to turn and look at you. He let out a sign when he noticed your pout. Bruce shook his head and scoffed as he buttoned the shirt up.
“That doesn’t work on me. Your the weak one between us,” he teased as he kissed your head.
“I am not,” you exclaimed, “you are a freaking teddy bear when it comes to the kids.”
“Which one of us helped Damien sneak the tiger into his room,” he asked dropping his towel and going to grab dress pants.
“He said they were hurting the tiger. And he had a very sad look on his face,” you replied grabbing your underwear and grabbing a pair of jeans.
“The tiger or your son,” he asked wrapping his arms around you.
“Both,” you replied turning to face your half-naked husband. You ran your hands under his shirt and over the elastic of his boxer briefs. His breath caught when one of your fingers slipped below the elastic.
“Is this you trying to convince me to be your dress-up doll,” he asked grabbing your wrist before your hand slipped lower.
“No either I pick your clothes for the mall or I file for a divorce.”
“Under what pretense?”
“My husband doesn’t love me.”
“Because I don’t want you to make me wear something stupid?”
“Yes, now which one will it be Mr. Wayne?”
“Tough choice,” he pondered as he let your hand go and took a seat on the bench in the closet.
You stood there with your hands on your hips while your husband was thinking over which sounded more preferable: your outfit choice or a divorce. After a few minutes passed you noticed he was just staring you up and down.
“Bruce are you thinking or ogling me,” you asked shocked grabbing a robe to cover yourself.
“I have never ogled,” he replied as soon as you were no longer standing in front of him in your underwear.
Bruce got up and walked over to you. He took the strings for the robe and pulled it so you were exposed to him again. His right hand fell to your waist as his left hand grabbed the back of your neck. “Pick out an outfit and please for the love of god don’t make me regret this.” He firmly pressed his lips against yours and pushed the robe off your body causing it to fall to the floor.
“Bruce,” you exclaimed once he pulled back.
“Maybe we should move and not tell the kids or Alfred and you just wear this or nothing all around the house,” he suggested pushing you back til your back hit the shelves.
“Jesus Bruce,” you exclaimed as he pressed his hips against you. You pushed him off you and went to grab Bruce a pair of jeans and a shirt. You left him to get dressed and just put on your jean when you heard your husband let out a loud laugh. You turned around and put an innocent smile on your face.
“Really (y/n),” he asked holding the shirt up. It was a black shirt that had “I’m a grown man and I do what my wife wants” in white text with the word “I want” crossed out.
“That’s a nice shirt honey,” you feign innocent as you button up your white shirt.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he said putting it on bringing a huge smile to your face.
“So no divorce,” you asked wrapping your arms around his waist.
“No not today, maybe the next time you try to cook me food,” he laughed remembering the time you cooked and gave him food poisoning.
You pulled yourself from him and put on some boots and grabbed a black blazer. Bruce was still getting ready so you kissed his cheek and told him you were going to wait for him downstairs. Tim was sitting on the couch reading so you decided to spend a couple of minutes with your son.
“Hey Timmy,” you said sitting next to him and pressing a kiss to his temple.
“Hey mom, how has your day with dad been,” he asked putting his book down.
“Im alive, why didn’t you tell me this is what I was getting myself into,” you asked resting your head on his shoulder.
He let out a laugh and the two of you just talked about yall’s day. Tim talked about his class and the things he learned. He was explaining to you some science thing maybe chem or bio when Bruce walked into the living room. The shirt he was wearing looked too small around his arms cause the fabric was pulled tight. He was saying something but you tuned it out when he put on his leather jacket.
“Mom,” Tim called next to you.
“Yeah,” you answered coming back from reality and realizing how much of a bad idea that shirt is.
“Can you stop at the tech store and get me something,” he asked writing something on a piece of paper and handing it to you.
You put the paper in your purse and walked over to your husband who was waiting by the door with his keys. This was going to be extremely difficult for two reasons: Bruce is wearing regular clothes and it's a rarity and he’s in a damn leather jacket. It brings back memories of his “playboy” era. Not that you really experience his fuck boy narcissistic era. Bruce won’t admit it but he just couldn’t act that way around you. He knew it would be difficult but from the moment he saw you he wanted you.
Bruce led you to the car but slapped your hand away when you tried to open the door for yourself. He looked you dead in the eyes then opened the door for you.
“Seriously, you didn’t do this morning,” you asked him as you got into the car.
“That’s because it was too early to be a gentleman. The work hours are 9am-10pm maybe later if you're drunk,” he said bending down to place a kiss on your temple before closing the door.
“Oh good so romance isn’t dead it just has some off days, oh wait you don’t know what an off day is,” you teased when your husband got into the car.
In retaliation, Bruce grabbed your thigh and gave it a tight squeeze. You slapped his hand when it started to hurt and pinched his biceps. Your husband’s hand remained on your thigh til you grabbed it like you rather hold his hand, which he happily obliged. Bruce started the car and started off towards the mall. Every once in a while, he looked over at you and have you a loving squeeze. The entire drive you drew little symbols on your husband's hand and he would occasionally give you more squeezes as the two of you listened to whatever was on the radio. The was no talking about the family or bat work just you two. It was kinda like how it was before the kids and getting married.
When Bruce pulled into the mall parking lot, you tried to open the door but it suddenly locked. So you just sat there til he got out and walked around to open your door. As the two of you walked inside the mall you took a deep breath to prepare for what was to come. Even before you married the Bruce Wayne the media followed you and people would invade your privacy. It got worse after you said ‘I do’ but it also became a norm.
You noticed as soon as you stepped foot on those polished floors people started taking your picture. Sensing your discomfort Bruce pulled you closer to him and bent down to whisper in your ear.
“We can go home,” he suggested.
“No Tim needs something and I want to see if I can find a dress. I'm fine promise,” you replied giving him a brief kiss on his cheek thanking him for his comfort.
You decided to get Tim’s thing first. The two of you walked into the tech store and you pulled out the note and handed it to a worker. You explained how you don’t know tech things and your son wrote what he needed and after a solid minute of the worker just staring at your husband he went to get the things that you required.
“Wayne industries makes half this stuff in our tech division he could have come to me,” Bruce said picking up something and turning it over.
“Calm down Brucey, you know Tim he just probably wanted the good stuff,” you teased hoping to get him out of his slight funk.
“Why did I marry you,” he asked as he placed the device down and turned to look at you.
“Because I tricked you so I can get your money,” you replied slapping his butt where his wallet was.
He left out a laugh and pulled you to him. You were busy looking your loving husband in the eyes to notice the employee came back with a bag.
“Here you go Mrs. Wayne,” he handed you the bag as Bruce handed him his card.
“You got everything on the list,” you asked as you looked through the bag even though you had no idea what any of this stuff is.
“No, we don’t have the last one, sorry,” he replied nervously holding the list out.
Bruce took the list and looked it over then shoved it in his back pocket. “No problem. Thank you…,” bruce replied looking at his name tag. “Ty.”
“You just made his day,” you laughed handing your husband/bag holder the bag.
“What do you mean,” he asked giving everything in the bag a once over.
“He fanboying over you,” you said tipping your head over to Ty who was checking you out and excitingly talking to another employee and pointing over to your husband.
“Yeah he’s more excited to see me than my wife is,” he replied pulling you into his arms.
“Yeah well, he doesn’t have to deal with your snoring.”
Before Bruce could reply the employee came back with the card. Bruce gave him a hundred-dollar bill to show his appreciation before he took your hand and the two of you walked out of the store and headed to the dress shop. There was a dress you noticed in the window and pulled Bruce in so you could try it on.
“It sparkles,” you said grabbing the floor-length blue glittery dress off the rack and walking to the back to try it on.
Bruce sat in one of the chairs outside the dressing room and waited for you to put the dress on. “I hope you know I’m not wearing glitter if you get that dress.”
“But you would look so pretty in glitter. It would bring out your sparkling personality.”
“Over my bead body.”
“That can be arranged,” you said stepping out and twirling in the dress.
“Wow honey,” bruce said getting up and walking over to you. He turned you towards the mirror and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You look amazing, I wonder how practical this dress is.” His hands went lower and lifted the dress slowly while staring at you in the mirror.
“Bruce Wayne, stop,” you pushed him back. You looked him over and noticed how there were blue glitter on his shirt. “Oh no it spreads,” you laughed trying to get the glitter off your husband.
“Well, we weren’t going to get it any. It doesn’t have easy access,” he said turning you away from him and unzipping you.
“Ok you go pick out a dress,” you said holding the dress to your chest and turning to look at him again.
As you were getting out of the dress and putting it back on the hangers when a black dress was thrown over the door along with a red one. You pulled the red one and saw that it had a huge slit, low front, and very low back. After you put it on and looked in the mirror, you realized your husband has good taste. You felt drop-dead gorgeous in this dress. There was a slight knock at the door.
“Let me see babe,” Bruce whispered.
You stepped out and did another twirl. You heard Bruce mutter a fuck under his breath as he walked towards you again. One of his hands went to your waist and the other was against the dressing room door right next to your head.
“No,” he said looking you up and down.
“Why no,” you asked pushing him back and looking in the mirror again.
“Cause we would never leave the bedroom. I'm 2 seconds away from tearing that dress off you right now,” he was coming up behind you and running his fingers over your exposed back.
“Fine, I’ll try the black one,” you stated going back to the dressing room.
Switching the red dress out for the black you decided you wanted to just get Bruce’s opinion of the dress first before you looked at yourself. You stepped out and Bruce looked up from his phone and just stared at you.
“Damn, you look stunning,” he said putting his phone in his jacket pocket. “Even if you don’t wear this to the gala we are getting this.”
“And what Bruce I wear it around the house,” you asked in a teasing manner.
“Absolutely, I think Damien has a parent-teacher conference coming up soon,” he thought pulling you into his arms.
You playfully slapped him at the thought of showing up to your son's school in a ball gown. Spinning around in his arms you finally took a look at yourself in the mirror and you realized how right your husband was. It was a strapless dress with a cut-out on the waist. There was a slit that came to mid-thigh and it was covered in little rhinestones.
“Unzip me,” you asked looking back.
Bruce let his finger stroke your back as he unzipped you. You left him hot and heavy when you quickly walked into the dressing room again to change into your regular clothes. After 5 minutes you walked back out and saw Bruce was looking at the heels.
“Did you need new shoes too,” he asked holding a scrappy gold heel.
“No we both know I take them off as soon as we get inside. It’s a waste,” you said grabbing the heel and putting it back on the shelf.
You walked over to the counter and placed both the red and black dress down. Bruce looked at you then the red dress he said you couldn’t wear to the gala.
“And when do you think you are going to wear that Mrs. Wayne,” he whispered in your ear as the lady at the register was checking you out.
“Why do you want to know Mr. Wayne,” you asked grabbing your wallet to hand money over to the store clerk.
“So I can clear my schedule and give Alfred the day off and make sure I kick the kids out,” he mumbled against your neck. He pulled away when the store clerk cleared her throat.
The lady handed you back your card and the receipt. You gave her a small smile apologizing for your behavior and Bruce grabbed the dresses before the two of you walked out. You were on your way out of the mall when something caught your eye at the baby store.
“Omg, Bruce look,” you exclaimed taking his hand and pulling him to the window.
The baby store in question had a little section for the justice league. There were onesies with all the symbols. Some towels had the cowls as hoodies. There were booties and bibs.
“I told you about this stuff months ago,” he laughed at your excitement over the clothes.
“I do not remember that, you must have told your other wife…. Clark,” you joked slapping his biceps. “I wanna look.”
You ran inside to get a closer look at all of the adorable baby clothes. While you loved your kids and adore their birthparents (sometimes) for raising them, you wished you have gotten the boys when they were babies. The amount of embarrassing baby photos would be astronomical.
“Is there something you want to tell me,” your husband asked when he found you holding up a batman onesie with a cape and a flash onesie with little lighting bolts on the booties?
“No,” you told him tossing them both to him when you saw teething toys.
There was a baterrang, a lightning bolt, Diana’s shield, and a little thing of kryptonite. Bruce smiled at the look in your eyes over all the little things he approved to be made. He noticed how you were heading over to the stuffed animal.
“Ok, time to go,” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her from the store.
“But I need to look at the plushy martian manhunter,” you whined trying to escape his grasp.
“No you don’t,” he adjusting the shopping bags before he tossed you over his shoulder.
“Bruce,” you whined as he carried you out of the mall like a sack of potatoes.
As you pass people you could see them whispering and taking pictures of the two of you. “You know this is going to be on the cover of the tabloids tomorrow,” you scorned him as you pinched his sides.
“It better be my ass and not yours,” he responded with a bit of an angered tone. You could hear the stares he was giving to the people who were trying to take pictures.
“Well, it will be your fault my ass is front page news.”
Bruce finally put you down but still held your hand tightly so you wouldn’t run off. “What would you do with a stuffed superman,” he asked you as he opened the doors to exit the mall.
“Give it to our kid,” you said in a matter-of-fact-tone.
“They would happily take it just to annoy me,” he responded.
“In not talking about them.”
“Wait are you,” bruce asked stopping in the middle of the parking lot.
“No, bruce I was joking,” you said kissing his cheek.
“Thank god. I don’t think we could handle another kid. I'm at my wits end with Damien,” he said snapping back to reality.
Once you got to the car bruce opened the trunk to put the bags in there and opened your door. “Why cause he took the pig to school,” you asked after he got in the car.
“No, because he attacked a kid for trying to feed said pig bacon,” bruce said resting his head against the headrest and letting out a sigh.
“He what,” you exclaimed. “He told me about the pig, not the attack.”
“Of course, he didn’t,” he laughed. “I wondered why you didn’t bring it up.”
After the car ride home, you debated yelling at Damien but decided against it when you heard the boys fighting in the living room. You walked in and saw there were wrestling for the remote.
“They haven’t seen us yet, we can slowly back away and pretend we were never here,” you whispered trying to escape what was bound to be something only you could solve.
“Have I told you how much of a genius you are,” he laughed agreeing with your plan.
“Mom,” you heard Jason yell shattering your plans. “Tim won’t give me the remote.”
“I was watching that,” Tim yelled.
“Well it was boring and Dick and I want to watch the game,” Jason yelled back.
You let out a sigh and placed your purse on the table behind the couch. Sometimes you hated how much of a momma’s boy they were.
“I want to watch the new animal documentary on Netflix,” Damien said snatching the remote from Tim.
“No please they always show a dead animal and I don’t feel like crying tonight,” Dick whined laying out on the floor like a toddler about to throw a tantrum.
“Who had the remote first,” you asked.
“I did,” they all yelled followed by a “liar”
“I was here first,” Tim yelled.
“I was born first,” Dick yelled.
“I'm the favorite,” Jason yelled.
“Yeah well, I actually live here. You two have your own apartment but for some reason are always here,” Damien yelled at Dick and Jason. “And you are supposed to be in your dorm room,” he yelled at Tim. “So I get the remote for being the only one who is supposed to be here.”
“Damien, this is your brother’s home too. Just because they moved out doesn’t mean they are unwelcome. Jason, I have no favorites,” you said grabbing the remote from Damien. “Also why didn’t you tell me about the fight over the pig,” you asked looking at him.
“You told her,” Damien exclaimed turning to his father.
“You were supposed to,” Bruce exclaimed back.
“No animal documentary, Jason, Dick we have more rooms with bigger tvs go find one. Tim what were you watching.”
“It was a live video of the growth of fungus,” Jason said.
You looked over to Tim who just sign and nodded his head agreeing with Jason’s description. Bruce kissed the top of your head handing you the bag for Tim and said he was going to put your dresses away.
“They had everything,” Tim asked grabbing the bag and looking in it.
“They didn’t have one thing I can’t remember which one,” you said smiling at his excitement over whatever he was doing.
“We have some at Wayne industries, I’ll grab one when I go to work tomorrow,” Bruce said looking at Tim.
“Thanks, dad, thanks mom,” he said running up to his room forgetting his fight over the remote.
“So we get the tv,” Dick asked sitting up.
“No, I want to watch the cheesiest stupidest rom-com ever created. And this is my house so I get the tv,” you told him turning on the Hallmark channel.
“Technically this is father’s house,” Damien said next to you.
“Please Bruce is whipped. What mom says goes,” Jason said sitting next to you and resting his head on your shoulder. “Plus I’m sure he is scared of her.”
“Who is scared of whom,” Bruce asked walking back into the room.
“Are you scared of mother,” Damien asked him.
“Of course not,” he said looking lovingly into your eyes. As soon as you turned away you saw Dick laugh. Bruce was probably nodding his head.
“Is that why you always listen to me,” you asked your loving husband.
“No I listen because I love you and if I don’t you won’t have ,” bruce started to say.
“Gross guys why can’t you guys be like the statistics had to be divorced and hate each other. We wouldn’t need so much therapy from hearing about your sex life,” Jason complained as he fake-gagged.
“We scar you because we love you,” you joked pulling Jason into a tight hug.
“Please love me less.”
“Never, now go watch your game,” you told him messing up his hair before pushing him off the couch.
“Whose playing today,” Bruce asked taking Jason’s spot.
“Knights and Sharks,” Dick said standing up and wiping the lint off his pants.
Bruce grabbed the remote from you and put the game on. Jason and Dick smiled at the anger on your face as you looked at your husband.
“I was watching that,” you said trying to get the remote back.
“I can tell you how it ended. She falls from him. He finds out she was lying. She goes back to the big city and is almost fired cause she is too heartbroken. He realizes he loves her and misses her. He waits for her outside her work and professes his love and forgives her. And they live happily ever after,” Bruce said keeping the remote out of her reach.
“He the big city person. So no you don’t know how it ends,” you replied sticking your tongue out.
While they watched the game you played on your phone. They would occasionally bother you when they yelled at the tv but for the most part, you enjoyed this normal family time. Halfway through the 4th quarter, Alfred announced that dinner was ready. While you got up to let Tim know, Dick, Jason, and Bruce stayed glued to the tv. Damien was already sitting at the table with Ace’s head resting on his lap.
“If you do not get to the table now you will not be eating dinner,” Alfred announced.
The boys turned and looked at Alfred when the threat left his mouth. You laughed at the look on Jason’s face while he looked at Alfred and then back to the screen that said 5 minutes left.
“Al, let them finish the game besides I’d rather have dinner with my favorite,” you said walking into the dining room.
“I thought you didn’t have favorites,” Dick yelled after you.
“Which one of us is it mother,” Damion asked shoving food in his mouth.
“Alfred,” you smiled at your son. “He’s the only one that doesn’t make me want to rip my hair out.
You sat at the table but waited til everyone was seated to start eating. They came in 10 minutes later in a good mood. Your husband kissed your temple as he passed by you to get to his seat. It wasn’t often that everyone was sitting at the dinner table. You just sat there and watched your boys talk and joke around. After a few minutes, your hunger took over your motherly need to watch over your boys.
“Delicious as always, Al,” you said after taking a bite.
“Are you going to spare with us mother,” Damien asked.
“Yes, I will,” you said shoving a big bite of salad in your mouth.
“Is that wise?” Tim asked.
“It's just light sparing right?”
“Bruce doesn’t know the meaning of light,” Jason said giving you a worried look. “You might get hurt.”
“I can handle myself boys,” you assured them.
“Will I get grounded if I accidentally hurt you,” Dick asked?
“One, of course not. Two, you are too old for me to ground, Richard.”
“My government name. I thought you loved me, mom,” Dick whined laying his head down.
You got up and went to go give your oldest baby a hug. Once he stopped being dramatic, you left to go get dressed and warm up. You were stretching when they came into the cave ready to spare.
“I'd rather not go against mom, it's too weird,” Tim said as soon as he walked in.
“Scared she’s going to beat you, Todd,” Damien teased.
“I'd pay to watch mom kick your ass,” Jason laughed slapping his back.
“Enough, spare like normal,” Bruce said grabbing your arm and pulling you to the side. “Keep your feet shoulder length apart, and tighten your core.”
“Bruce I know what I’m doing,” you replied bouncing on your heels.
While Tim was fighting Damien and Jason was fighting Dick, you and bruce just walked around in circles. You would throw a punch or try to kick but he was easy to block it. You were working up a sweat while he just stood there and took everything.
“Babe, come on,” you exclaimed tired of his inaction.
“Is it so wrong that I don’t want to attack my wife,” he asked with a joking smile.
“You think I can’t do this,” you asked slightly shocked at his disbelief in you.
“Of course, you can,” he replied.
“Then punch me, Wayne.”
Bruce threw a punch but you sidestepped grabbing his wrist and flipping him onto his back. The room suddenly fell very quiet. The boys stopped fighting and they just stared at you standing over bruce. You held your hand out to help him up.
“I told you I can handle myself,” you said as you pulled him up. “So maybe don’t pull your punches.”
Bruce threw another punch this time a bit faster but you were still able to avoid the blow. You crouched down and punched him in the right kidney. As soon as he doubled over, you placed your foot on his hip and pushed him over. This time he got up faster and gave you a big smile.
“Ok not bad.”
“Not bad, she put you on your ass twice in 5 minutes. How,” Jason asked laughing.
“When I first got to Gotham I took self-defense lessons.”
Bruce took a step towards you and faked that he was going to throw a punch but instead he sweep his leg and knocked you on your ass. He knelt down next to you to make sure you were okay.
“Shit are you okay.”
“Just because I don’t were spandex and go out with you guys every night doesn’t mean that I'm fragile,” you scorned as you held your hand out. “Now let’s continue.”
Bruce helped you up and the two of you circled each other. The boys gave up on sparing and just watched. You threw a punch but bruce avoided it as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. Your back was pressed against his chest and his other arm had you in a light choke hold.
“You got a whole lot hotter Mrs. Wayne,” bruce whispered in your ear.
“Why because I can kick your ass.”
“Yes.”
“Is that why you spend all your free time with the joker. Do I have competition?”
You put your left leg between his and put your other hand over his arm around you. You sweep your leg forwards to get him off balance and pulled his arm off you. Since he was still gripping your wrist you moved to his side and flipped him over. Instead of landing on his face, Bruce landed on his knees as if he was doing a superhero landing.
“20 bucks on mom,” Jason called out.
“Father has years of training. My money is on him,” Damien said.
“Have anyone of you knocked Bruce down. Mom’s secretly a badass,” Tim said taking a seat.
“I’ve trained with Bruce for years. I’ve gotten some good hits but never won. Mom’s getting lucky but I’m with Damien on this,” Dick said.
“Trying to focus guys,” you yelled dodging another punch.
You and Bruce continued to throw punched and dodge them. You occasionally got some good hits on him and he hit your stomach once or twice but never too hard. The two of you kept going at it for about ten minutes. Your breathing started to get heavy but your husband was still springy.
“Are you trying to kill me,” you asked trying to catch your breath.
“And raise these kids by myself,” he asked looking at you and then the kids. “No."
“You got the mom,” Dick cheered you on.
“Wait so you are going to cheer me on but think your father is going to win,” you asked turning towards your eldest son.
“He’s more likely to win but I think you're doing great,” he replied with thumbs up.
Since you were distracted you didn’t notice Bruce grab your waist and threw you over his shoulder so you were hanging upside down. Your face was in the middle of his back so you did the only logical thing you could do. You bit him.
“Ow,” he exclaimed dropping you. “You bit me.”
You landed on our back but quickly got up to face your slightly mad husband.
“I was distracted by our son.”
“You bit me like some feral animal.”
You gave him a big smile before you threw another punch he quickly dodged and threw his own hitting your chin. You stumbled back trying to steady yourself.
“Damn,” you heard one of your kids say.
“That looks like it hurt,” another kid stated.
“Shit are you okay,” Bruce asked grabbing your face and looking at where he hit you.
“How bad,” you asked moving your chin around to test out the pain.
You flinched a bit when he pressed firmly on your chin.
“It's going to bruise,” he said gently rubbing over it.
“Well don’t piss me off or I will ruin your image,” you replied with a smile trying to make everyone calm down.
You pushed him off you and got ready to continue but your husband just stood there. He was hesitant to continue and his stomach churned at the sight of the redness on your chin. You walked over to him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek letting him know you were okay before you swept his leg out from under him and caused him to fall hard on his back.
You were staring down at him laughing at his shocked expression when he wrapped his legs around your ankle knocking you down. He pinned your arms above your head and straddled you.
“I'm being a concerned husband and your a conniving little witch,” he said staring at you once again making sure you were okay.
You gave him a smile before pressing your lips against his. You felt him relax into the kid before your used all your strength to push him to his back so you were straddling him. This time you pinned his arms by his head.
Even though he could easily get you off him, he just let you keep him pinned. Jason knelt next to you and slapped his hand on the floor three times before yelling pinned. You tried to get up but Bruce firmly placed his hands on your hips and kept you from moving.
“what are you doing,” you said sitting up and slapping his hand.
“You really shouldn’t move,” he said with a deeper tone drawing your attention to his growing boner.
“Oh god I’m done,” Jason shivered as he stood up. “Thank you for the trauma. Love you mom. Take some Tylenol,” he said before leaving the room.
“Why did jay,” dick started to ask before he looked back at you. “Oh…Oh…Ew. Come on guy Im never coming home again. And I’m taking the kids.”
Dick pulled Tim and Damien out of the cave leaving the two of you alone. Bruce help your hip tight as he sat up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him along his jawline.
“Mr. Wayne do you need help with that,” you asked with a small laugh as you moved your hips.
“If you don’t stop Mrs. Wayne, I’m going to take you right here,” he said pressing you close to him.
“We should probably take this upstairs. Even you don’t have enough money for their therapy if they catch us.”
He let out a laugh before kissing your neck. His hands moved from your hips to your ass as he stood up while still holding on to you. Once he was on his feet you wrapped your legs around his waist and started kissing and sucking his neck as he carried you upstairs. As soon as he stepped into the bedroom, bruce tossed you on the bed. He quickly took his shirt off before climbing going to the bed and kissing every inch of you before meeting your eyes.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered as he kissed your chin.
“I'm fine bruce,” you assured him as you forced him to look you in the eyes. “It was an accident. Right?”
“Of course,” he said with a serious look on his face.
“Just making sure we weren’t holding a grudge from me preferring the superman doll over the batman doll,” you joked gently stroking his face trying to get the serious look off it.
“I wouldn’t punch you, I would ask for a divorce,” he smiled kissing the inside of your palm.
“Are you,” you asked running your hands down his back.
“Not yet,” he said slowly lifting your shirt up.
“Good.”
He helped you take your shirt off before he started kissing every inch of your exposed chest. He lowered to the top of your leggings and kept his eyes on you as he slowly took them off. Once they were off, he stood up and let his eyes wander all over your body. He quickly removed his pants and boxers before kissing his way back up your body.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to you. He firmly pressed his lips against yours as his hands took off your bra. Your hands ran through his hair as he started kissing your neck then the top of your breast then the space between them. A moan escaped your throat as he attached his mouth to your left breast.
“Bruce,” you cried.
“Yes dear,” he asked looking up at you with a smirk.
“I need you,” you said harshly pulling his hair.
“I’ve got you,” he said before he ripped your underwear off.
Your wrapped your legs around him and pushed him on his back so you were straddling him. You placed your hands on his chest and raised your hips so he could position himself before you slowly lower yourself on his cock.
“Fuck,” he whined when he was fully inside you.
Bruce grabbed your hips in an almost bruising force as he slowly lifted thrusting in and out. You rested your forehead against him as he brutally thrust up into you.
“Oh god,” you moaned as you scratched his shoulders and chest.
Bruce rolled you onto your back before he started pounding into you much faster and harder than before. His hand caressed the side of your body before it stopped on the back of your thigh. He wrapped your left leg around his hips ad he continued fucking you.
“Shit,” he groans gently biting your neck.
“Don’t stop,” you cried when you felt a knot form in your lower stomach.
Since his right hand was gripping your ass pulling you to him as he pounds into you his left hand formed tight circles over your clit. Before you could tell him you were about to cum the knot snapped.
“Bruce,” you screamed as you scratched at his back hard enough to draw some blood.
Bruce didn’t stop when the tears started falling from your eyes from the overstimulation. He pounded harder and faster til your second orgasm came and went. His head fell to your chest as he stilled his movements.
“Fuck,” he groans as he came.
He stayed buried deep inside you as you stroked his back and kissed his face. After a few more minutes he slowly pulled out causing you to wince. He walked into the bathroom to grab a wet towel. After he cleaned you up he got back into bed and pulled you to his side.
“Best day ever,” you joked drawing circles on his chest.
He let out a laugh before kissing your temple. He grabbed her leg and pulled it over his waist to have you closer to him. The two of you just lay there holding each other til you noticed the time.
“You have to get ready,” you said pulling yourself from him.
“I'm not going out tonight. The boys have it,” he replied pulling you back to him.
You were about to question him but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He drew circles on your hip as you scratched his head. Not long after soft snores filled the room. As he slept you just looked down at your husband and smiled. Trying to burn the peaceful look on his face into your memories. It’s a rare look for Batman. You ran your fingers through his hair again before you got up to use the bathroom. His hand grabbed your wrist before you took a step.
“Come back to bed,” he said groggily.
“I'm going to the bathroom you oof,” you laughed kissing his hand before he let you go.
As soon as you came back into the room and were inches from the bed his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into the bed. His head rested on your shoulder and he held onto you for dear life.
“I was gone for 3 minutes,” you laughed as he nuzzled his face into your neck.
“Too long,” he replied like a little kid.
“Good night you oof,” you said wrapping your arms around him.
“Night,” he mumbled before his snores filled the room again.
With his even breaths, his snoring, and his body heat, it didn’t take long of you to fall asleep either. Being married to Bruce Wayne is difficult. Sometimes you don’t see him all day. It's stressful never spending time with him but the days he’s all yours or the little moment where his focus is solely on you outweighs the bad.
“Are they naked,” you heard a voice whisper in the room.
“Of course they are. The fuck like rabbits,” another whispered.
You didn’t fully realize someone was in the room til Jason shook you awake. You open your eyes and saw all four of your boys standing in the room.
“What,” you asked tugging the blanket closer to you and your husband's naked bodies.
“Just letting you know we’re are home and safe, night mom night bruce,” Jason said kissing your forehead.
One after another the dick, Tim, and Damien kissed your forehead goodnight. As soon as they left bruce mumbled into your neck.
“What,” you laughed trying to look down at him.
“It's cute when it’s just you, they are waking up,” he said turning on his side and pulling you tight against his chest.
“Shut up, I know you were worried too,” you said slapping his hand that rested on your stomach.
“Of course but I was having the best dream about my gorgeous wife,” he said peppering your neck with kisses.
“How dare they ruin that dream,” you joked.
“Well it got better since she is naked in my arms,” he said grinding his hips against yours so you could feel how hard he was.
“Absolutely not, I’m going back to sleep,” you said pinching his hand. “Either wait or handle it yourself.”
“I’ll always wait for you,” he whispered in your ear.
You let out a laugh at his cheesy joke before going back to sleep. You wanted to savor these last minutes with him before Thursday started and the two of you were back to doing your separate things.
Mystic Falls, Virginia, is a small town. Home to 5 thousand mystical creatures such as vampires, witches, werewolves, and 2 humans: me and Matt Donovan. One of said vampires happens to be my loving boyfriend. Sure, he has killed people, but I love him and he is sometimes very cute.
That was what came from the 2 hours of effort you put into your history paper. The assignment was to write about the history of your hometown. Easy. Finding the actual motivation to thread out the vampire history and the human history. Hard. You were sitting in the common room of your dorm room at Whitmore College trying to fight the urge to bang your head into your computer. Either to end it all or to knock some ideas out of your head.
“How’s the paper coming, love,” you heard your boyfriend ask as he sat down next to you and placed a nice hot cup of tea in front of you.
“It's going,” you mumbled after resting your head on his shoulders.
Enzo looked over at your computer and let out a small chuckle. “I'm sometimes cute,” he asked bending his neck so he can see part of your face.
“Yes, like right now, the mocking-not cute,” you scorned him as you turned your head to bite his shoulder.
“ow, darling. Put the teeth away. I'm sorry for the mocking but I don’t think this paper will get you the A you want,” he said rubbing circles on your back. “I might get you a nice little vacation with a very snug jacket and slightly bouncy padded walls.”
You tried to turn and bite him again but he put his palm on your forehead and held you at arm's length as you snapped your teeth like a piranha. Once you stopped trying to bite him he pulled you into a hug and brought his mouth to your ear. “Darling, we both know I’m the biter in this relationship,” he teased as he gently nipped your ear. “Now how about we get your mind off the terrible paper.”
You were going to bite him again but he held his finger up as a warning. “I'm telling you, love. You bite me again I bite you.” He looked over your body before meeting your eyes again, “and Im starving”
You didn’t know if he meant literally like he wanted to BITE you or if he was hungry in a sexual sense. And honestly either way you trusted Enzo completely. If he really needed to, you would let him drain you of a pint or two but he always refused. He first said he didn’t want to hurt you, then your skin was too perfect to puncture then he joked about how one doesn’t eat where he fucks.
Before you could argue that the paper was due at the end of the week, he closed your computer and put it in your bag. “Enzo I can’t,” you started to say before he stood up and picked you up to toss you over his shoulder. “Don’t forget my bag,” you sighed accepting your fate and falling limp as he carried you through the dorm building to your room.
When he got to your room you pulled your dorm room key off your wrist and held it out for him to take. Your roommate was a little startled by the sight of your boyfriend carrying you like a sack of potatoes but went back to her work when Enzo informed her of his plans to help her relax. “Carry on, will she be back for dinner,” she asked without looking up from her textbooks.
“Nope, you will see her in the morning,” he replied slapping your ass and walking back out of the room after placing your bag on your bed.
“I can walk you know,” you told him as you playfully slapped his ass.
“I thought you enjoyed the view, I know I am,” he said placing a kiss on your hip.
“I'll stab you,” you threaten.
“You’re as violent as a bunny. I recall you crying about a spider and asking me to kill it but then crying when I tried to kill it.”
“Its family was waiting for it. He just got lost and scared me.”
He let out a chuckle at how sweet and innocent and pure you were. Enzo never went a day without thanking the gods about you coming into his life even though he knew he will never deserve someone as good as you.
As he was carrying you to his car, you happened to pass Alaric. He stopped in his tracks and just gave you a small smile. “How’s that research coming,” he asked you when you raised your head to look at your occult professor.
“It's coming, she requires a bit more in-depth research,” Enzo said with a slightly deeper voice trying to get the double innuendo across.
Understanding what he was meaning, Alaric shook his head and continued to wherever he was heading. You once again slapped your boyfriend over the awkward interaction. Not only was Alaric your professor he was a good friend and while it shouldn’t have been awkward to say such things in front of a friend, it was seeing how said friend was also your history teacher in high school.
“I hate you.”
“You are a terrible liar, love.”
When you finally reached his car Enzo opened the door and buckled you into the passenger seat before getting behind the wheel. He took his phone out of his pocket and put on your favorite playlist before he started the car. He was driving away from both the campus and Mystic Falls so your curiosity was peaked.
“Where exactly are we going,” you asked grabbing his hand from the wheel and holding it.
“It's a surprise,” he said quickly looking at you and smiling at your look of annoyance.
After 2 years of dating, he knew you hated surprises because in Mystic Falls they ended with someone dying, but he loved seeing the look of pure joy on your face whenever he surprised you with things. Your brain was finally relaxing from your intense study session. You were softly singing and you were absent-mindedly writing “Mrs. St John” over and over on Enzo’s hand which was resting on your thigh. The action brought a smile to his face cause he had that name running through his mind over and over again too. He adored you and if he knew you were ready he would ask you to marry him right now.
Suddenly a car rear-ended you guys. It was a small fender bender so no one was hurt but this look of anger came across Enzo’s face. He didn’t care about his car hell if it was just him in the vehicle he would wave the guy off and call it a day. But you were sitting in his passenger seat rubbing your neck cause the seat belt dug into it.
“Are you okay,” he asked grinding his teeth and trying to control his vampire face.
“Babe I’m fine,” you promised but he wasn’t looking at you his eyes zoned in on the motion of your hand rubbing your neck trying to soothe the sting. “Please take a breath Enzo, I’m fine. The redness will go away. Listen to my heart.”
You could hear the other driver getting out of his vehicle and could hear him say he was sorry. Grabbing his hand, you placed it over your heart and held his face so he was looking into your eyes. “Don’t kill him. It was an accident. I’m ok.”
There was a knock on the window. You held him til you saw the anger fade away. He placed a small kiss on the redness on your neck then turned to the other driver.
“Man I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. I was on the phone with my wife and she was rambling on about what we needed from the store. Shit are you guys okay,” he asked as soon as Enzo stepped out of the car.
“We are fine mate, be more careful next time,” Enzo said trying to compel him.
In his mind all his plans to help you relax flew out the window. Now all he wanted to do is to triple-check you were okay and just hold you.
“Yeah, I’ll be more careful next time. I’ve already called the police,” the guy said walking back to his car to check the damage.
Enzo walked to the back of his vehicle. There was a small dent nothing major. He looked up and saw that you were staring at him. He knew you were keeping an eye on him so he wouldn’t kill the other guy. Enzo gave her a small smile and mimed an ‘x’ over his heart and held his right hand up. He heard her laugh and she turned forward trusting him.
He was going to tell the other driver he could just leave and the police were not needed when something sharp pricked his neck. The other driver injected him with vervain. Enzo quickly passed out and collapsed onto the truck on the car than on the ground. You quickly turned toward the sound and saw only the other driver holding a syringe in his hand.
“What are you doing,” you called out as you got out of the vehicle.
Before you could get closer to your boyfriend a cloth covered the lower half of your face and a strong-smelling chemical filled your lungs before you passed out.
You woke up to the sound of Enzo calling out your name. He was on his knees and had chains around his neck and both wrist. The chains were connecting him to the brick wall behind him. Instinctively, you tried to get up but there were ropes trying you to a wooden chair.
“Are you hurt,” Enzo asked baring his fangs at the thought of these men touching you let alone hurting you.
“My head hurts,” you said goggly. You tried to move your arms again but whoever tied those knots was a very good boy scout when they were younger.
“I know I promise, love, but I'm going to rip out all of their throats for hurting you,” he said trying to rip the chains off the wall but failing. The vervain was still in his system.
Before you could reply two men walked into the room. One was the guy from the accident but you couldn’t see the other one. The guy from the accident was throwing water on Enzo but based on the fact that he was groaning in pain it was more likely vervain.
“Stop leaving him alone,” you cried once again trying to get out of your restraints.
“Calm down sweety, once he is gone you will be safe,” the other guy said.
You stilled when you hear that voice. The voice you have known all your life. The voice that read you bedtime stories and told you it would be ok whenever you cried. You turned your head and saw your father standing behind you.
“Daddy,” you asked as tears fell from your eyes.
“I'm so sorry sweety. If I have know you were with him I would have waited til he was alone. But now you can see what Enzo is,” he said kneeling in front of you and untying your wrist.
“Please don’t do this dad,” you cried as you rubbed your wrist.
“Enzo is a vampire. He has killed people. He will kill you,” your father announced as he helped you up out of the chair.
You looked past Enzo who didn’t retort to what your father just said. He didn’t need to. You knew his mind, body, and soul. He knew he didn’t need to give your father the satisfaction of his reply. But he did see the hurt in your eyes. You knew this was going to end one way. With someone dying.
“Leave, love. I’ll keep my promise,” Enzo said when your tears started falling harder.
You took a step towards Enzo but your father’s hand gripped your upper arm. Enzo thrashed at the sight. It wasn’t a tight grip but it was the fact that he was trying to stop her from going to him that angered him.
“Don’t,” your father warned you.
You pulled your arm from his grasp and fell on your knees before Enzo. He rested his head against yours and kept whispering “I’m sorry”.
“He would never hurt me, dad. He’s a good man,” you said looking back at him.
A look of confusion appeared on your father's face over the fact you were not shocked or scared about his news of what Enzo was. He collapsed in the chair and just stared at the two of you.
“my own daughter. Friends with vampires,” he said in disbelief.
“Just let him go. He won’t retaliate,” you tried to reason with your father. He was a good man. He never hurt anyone.
“They are liars. You can’t be sure of that.”
“He will cause he loves me. And I love him. And if you hurt him I won’t forgive you.”
Your father got up and you thought he was going to let Enzo go but he instructed the “accident” guy to take you to the back room.
“Don’t you fucking hurt her,” Enzo yelled as you were being dragged out of the room.
“Im ok. I’ll get Damon,” you whispered knowing Enzo could hear you.
You were brought to a small room with a dining room table and 3 chairs. There was an old tv on the counter by a sink and a metal framing of a bed in the corner. It looked like any movie bad guy’s safe house.
“Why are you with the bloodsuckers,” the guy asked you.
“The biting is very useful in bed,” you replied hoping to get him to leave but all you got and a look of disgust and disappointment.
“You’re a disappointment to your father. Sleeping with a vampire.”
“What do you expect? I read twilight growing up. And I wasn’t team Jacob.”
There was no reaction to your comment but when Enzo’s screams filled the air the guy had a look of enjoyment like his favorite song just came on. You tried to run to him but the guy forcefully pushed you back in your seat.
“It's ok. You are going to be ok. I’ll help you,” you said staring down your new capture.
“I don’t need your help,” the guy replied thinking you were talking to him.
Enzo’s screams filled the air again but then they quickly stopped. Dread filled your bones. Then your father walked in.
“Keep her here, til I get back,” he said not even looking at you.
“Daddy stop hurting him,” you warned him making a fist like you were about to punch your father.
“You see I’m doing the right thing when the compulsion is gone.”
“Im not under Enzo’s compulsion. He has never forced me to do anything I haven’t wanted to. I love him will all my heart and If you kill him you will lose me forever,” you yelled trying to get out of the room.
“Sit down,” your father yelled slightly scaring you. “When I get back you are grounded.”
“I'm a grown woman, you can’t ground me.”
“Watch me.”
Your father left and the guy watching you had a Hugh smile on his face. He was watching some game on the little tv but you tried to tune it out. You didn’t hear a car so where ever your father was taking Enzo it wasn’t far. You thought you could knock out this guy then your father and you and Enzo can just run away. Leave Virginia, leave America.
Your capture was enamored with the game that he didn’t notice you grab the broken piece of wood off the floor. After a while, he did notice that you were too quiet. As soon as he turned to look at you, you smacked him upside the head with the piece of wood. You ran out of the room and into the woods before he fell to the ground.
You kept whispering Enzo’s name hoping he would somehow tell you where he was. You just kept running and running til you hear the guy you just assaulted yell your name. You had made it a good couple of yards til he tackled you to the ground and pinned you.
“You little bitch, just cause your daddy is my boss doesn’t mean I’m going to let that slide,” he said picking up your shoulders and slamming you to the ground.
He was about to do it again when someone tackled him off you. The guy let out a scream and you heard the sound of his throat being ripped out. Dots filled your vision but then you saw Enzo. He fed you his blood so you could heal. And he helped you off the ground.
“Are you okay,” you both asked at the same time.
“I'm not the human, love,” he smiled as he brushed your hair behind your ear.
You wanted to melt into his touch but remember what was going on. Your capture was lying not 3 feet away from you and a lot of blood covered his neck.
“Is he….,” you asked not being able to tear your eyes away.
“No, he should be but no,” he replied grabbing your face and kissing you.
Enzo let out a groan of pain and he fell to his knees. Behind him stood your father with a gun. You yelled out and tried to help him up but before you could your father pushed you away from him.
“Damn it, you are going to let my daughter go,” your father yelled pointing his gun at Enzo.
“Stop it. He can’t compel me. I wear vervain,” you yelled. “I've worn vervain every day since freshman year in high school.”
Your father stopped and turned to you. You were lying on the ground and he towered over you with this murderous gaze. “Enzo can’t compel me. No one can. I love him. I will always love him. Please don’t do this.”
“My own daughter,” he spat in disgust. “A vampire killed my father and you over there spreading your legs for one like a whore.”
“Daddy,” you cried at his words. You weren’t super close to your father but he never raised his voice to you and certainly never said such nasty things to you.
He ignored your plea and turned back to Enzo who was still weak from the vervain and the wooden bullets in him. Also based on the look of his shirt he was been bled as well. There was nothing you could do to save him. All he wanted to do was hold you in his arms once last time. Enzo know he was going to die. It wasn’t on his list of things to do today but he would rather die than you hate him for killing your father right in front of you.
“I love you. You are going to be okay,” he said closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable.
You felt around the ground for anything that you could use to stop your father. A rock, a stick. Hell a flower to shove in his face to disorient him. You had just about given up hope when your hand came across something sharp. Your attacker dropped his knife when Enzo pulled him off you.
“Dad, please put the gun down. I won’t ask again,” you warned with a little trimmer in your voice as you held the knife out. “I will hurt you if I have to.”
Enzo opened his eyes to see his sweet innocent girlfriend holding a knife to her father. There was a look in your eyes that told him that you would stab him. Enzo used the last of his strength to knock your father off his balance before he completely collapsed to the ground. You ran over to him and tried to wake him but Enzo had passed out. With little to no blood in his system, he might die before your father could shoot him. So you did the one thing Enzo swore he would never do. You gave him your blood. You took the knife and cut a small line on your wrist and held it against his mouth til he started to open his eyes.
“No, love,” Enzo said after 3 seconds. He knew he needed more blood but he didn’t trust himself to stop, even though he did have a ton of self-control.
“Enzo, you need more please,” you cried trying to bring your wrist back to his mouth.
“No, I have blood bags. Just give me a minute, love. I still have a surprise for you,” Enzo said placing a small kiss over the cut as if he was trying to kiss it away.
“You are not going anywhere,” your father said standing up. He stood over you and Enzo. The gun was pointed directed at his heart. It was one second but that’s all it took.
Your hand gripped the knife tighter and you lunged toward your father. The next thing you knew you were kneeling next to him as he was bleeding out.
“Oh god daddy, I’m sorry. You wouldn’t leave him alone,” you cried trying to press down on his abdomen to stop the bleeding. “Enzo please I need your blood.”
Enzo slowly but surely made his way over to you. He didn’t have much blood in his system but he would happily give every drop so you wouldn’t have to live with the guilt of having blood on your hands.
“No. I won’t become one of them,” your father said pushing Enzo’s arm away.
“No daddy, it’s just a little. It will be out of your system by the end of the day,” you tried to convince him but he was adamant about no vampire blood to heal him.
“I didn’t mean to daddy. I'm sorry. Please don’t leave me,” you said pressing harder but the blood just kept flowing. “I'll call 911.”
You tried to grab your phone out of your back pocket but it wasn’t there. The other guy must have taken it while you were passed out. “It's not here. I’ll run back to the cabin.”
“Darling, I’m so sorry,” Enzo said trying to stand up.
You turned to him then your father who wasn’t moving. “No,” you screamed collapsing to the ground. Enzo tried to put his arms around you to comfort you but you jerked from his touch and curled up into a ball in the middle of the forest.
Enzo gathered all the strength he had to search your father's body and the other guy who was passed out and he found a phone. He hid it from you not wanting you to see that thinking you might reel further into this breakdown seeing it. He called Damon and told him what had happened and asked for his help to take care of the body.
He sat against a tree close to you but far enough to give you the space you needed and waited for Damon. You didn’t come back to reality til you heard Damon, Stefan, and Caroline’s voices. Caroling helped you off the ground and helped clean your father’s blood off your hands. Damon tossed Enzo a few blood bags and commented on how there are two perfectly good blood bags here which earned him a slap from Stefan who had covered your father's body and compelled the other guy to forget everything. Everyone was talking about what had happened but your eyes never left the blood sheet that covered what used to be your father.
The next thing you knew you were back in Enzo’s car. This time there was no music. No smiles. No excitement/dread over the surprise. There was just silence. You sat unconsciously leaning away from Enzo rubbing your hands like there was still blood on them, like in Macbeth. Enzo stopped the car in front of a beautiful 2 story home. There were about 2 acres of land in each direction of the house. You could see a diving board for a pool behind the house.
“Whose house is this,” you asked.
Enzo’s heart ached. Your voice was scratchy and weak but he finally hear your voice. You didn’t realize that you hadn’t said a word to anyone in the past hour. “Ours. It was a surprise. I figured you wouldn’t want to be bombarded with a ton of questions from your roommate just yet,” he said getting out of the car. He was going to open your door but you had already gotten out and walked towards the front door.
Enzo was right behind you. He leaned over and unlocked the door. You stepped inside and looked around the living room.
“It's in your name. I can leave you alone if you want,” he said standing at the doorway. He pushed his selfish need to hold you and make sure you were okay out of the way. He was being truthful. If you told him that you wanted to be alone he would.
“I don’t…,” you said holding on to the wall as your started to fall. “I killed him.”
Enzo tried you run in and catch you but since your name was on the lease he couldn’t come in til you invited him. So he had to just stand there, helplessly.
“Please let me in,” Enzo begged to grip the door frame.
You sat there on the ground crying into your knees for five minutes. Once the tears stopped coming you looked up and saw the pain on your boyfriend's face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. But a small part of you resented him. The reason unknown. Maybe if he drank more of your blood he could have gotten you guys out of there and your father would still be alive. And that part of you didn’t want to see him. But the rest of you just wanted to fall into his arms and wait for everything to get better.
“Enzo please come in,” you said with a raspy voice from your screaming and crying. He quickly ran to your side and just held you. And this time you were leaning into him.
“I'm so sorry,” he said kissing the top of your head. “I would give anything to take away your pain. To make it where that never happened.”
“I hate that I killed him. But I also don’t regret it,” you said looking up at him. “Does that make me a terrible person?”
“Compared to me, love, you are still an innocent bunny.”
“Why wasn’t I good enough,” you cried again. Tear steadily fell down your face and stained Enzo’s shirt.
“What are you talking about,” he asked slowly raising your face so he can look you in the eyes.
“I wasn’t good enough for him. He didn’t love me enough to not kill you and then he didn’t love me enough to take your blood. He didn’t love me.”
“Shh, it's going to be okay. And he did love you. He was just set in his vampire-hating ways,” he said trying to console you. “He adored you. He told me. He thought he was protecting you from me and yourself. And even though he put you through this pain I respect him for that. If he could have shown me proof of how I would hurt you in the future. I would have let him kill me, I would have killed myself. Because you are the most important person to me.”
“But he….,” you started to say.
“He didn’t listen 'cause he thought what he was doing was the only way to protect you. He loved you enough to kill for you. As would i. You are more than enough. You are perfect,” he said picking you up to carry you upstairs to the master bedroom.
He sat you on the bed and went to grab some clothes out of the dresser.
“How are your clothes already here,” you asked when he brought you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to change into.
“Your clothes are here too. Well, the ones you left at home when you went to college. And I bought you some more. Everything you ever need is already here. This place is ready to move into,” he said from the closet as he changed into basically the same thing you were wearing. “But that doesn’t matter right now. We are going to go to bed and I’m never letting go of you,”
“Is that a threat or a promise,” you asked getting under the covers.
He slid in behind you and pulled your flat against his chest. His left arm was under your head and his right arm held you close to him. “Both. I'm going to be here to help you through this and long after, love. You are never getting rid of me.”
Even though there was no space between the two of you, you tried to get closer. Because you knew he was going to be there. Even though you were still spiraling from what you just did you knew as long as you had Enzo, you were going to be ok.
The man the world forgot part 7: First Night Together
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6
They arrived at a motel a little after 10 pm. Scarlet and Chris were on the road a lot longer than she wanted but in the long run, they would appreciate the extra hours on the road. Scarlet checked into the room while Chris got the bags out of Bert. She was lucky enough that there was a room available at a reasonable price. The Spanish Trails Inn was a crappy-looking motel but it was going to be where they rested their head for the night. The room had 2 twin beds, a bathroom that looked like it could be the filming location for a new SAW movie, and a desk. It wasn’t terrible but it was definitely nowhere near the nicest place.
The beds had red and gold sheets with a flower pattern on them. It was very fitting for a motel room. Chris placed the bags on the desk and took in the sight of the room. He then took the chair by the desk and brought it over to the door and placed it under the handle. After locking both locks and putting that bar over the door Chris gave it a text pull and was satisfied when it was nearly impossible to open.
“It's not that bad,” Scarlet said collapsing on the bed closest to the door.
“I saw crime scene tape on the way in,” he said grabbing her bag and putting it on the bed closest to the window.
“Ok fine I promise to find a holiday inn or a Hilton for the next hotel we need,” she said getting up and grabbing some clothes from her bag and going to change.
While she was in the bathroom Chris stripped down to his boxers and a plain white shirt. He got in bed and just stared at the ceiling til his road trip buddy came back. She glared at him seeing he stole her bed and went to the other one. He watched her put her bag on the ground and stand in front of the mirror next to the desk and moisturize her face and put lotion on her arms and legs.
“Tell me about your family,” Chris said sitting up and leaning against the headboard.
“A bit aggressive questioning,” she laughed as she jumped onto the bed and turned her head towards Chris.
“Gotta save my questions,” he replied.
“They are great,” she said with a mischievous smile. Knowingly not giving him the answer he wants.
She was laying on her side resting her head on her hand. Chris laid on his side facing her. “Why are you scared of dentists?”
“When I was 10 I went to the hospital for a really bad flu. There was a mix-up at the hospital. They switched my files with another person and instead of getting a saline bag to help keep me hydrated they brought me into an OR and ignored my crying saying I wanna keep my gallbladder. The doctors were all residents or interns or something and luckily they couldn’t start the surgery til an attending got there and the attending realized their mistake,” you told him as you rolled on your back.
“Damn,” he said sitting up and giving you his undivided attention.
“Yeah, I haven’t stepped foot in a doctor's office or the hospital since then. Luckily my dad was able to convince the nurse to give me any shots out in the parking lot. I was still very anxious and my dad had to hold me down for the shots. As for the dentist that was more recently. Last year I had to go get a cavity filled and they messed it up I saw the dentist 4 times in one week then I had to get my wisdom teeth removed and they didn’t tell me so I couldn’t mentally prepare for it. I haven’t been back since.”
“You should see the dentist. But definitely a different one.”
“Nah they are evil. Why the hell are they trying to start whole-ass conversations while BOTH their hands are knuckle deep in my mouth,” Scarlet shouted sitting up and looking at Chris.
Chris let out a hearty laugh making his head fall back. His left hand rested against his right chest. While he was laughing at her torment Scar got up and flicked him on the nose.
“Come on, don’t laugh at my trauma,” she said kicking his shin.
“No, I’m not I promise. But your right they are very chatty while digging in people’s mouths,” he said grabbing her hand and subconsciously gently rubbing circles on the back.
Scarlet sat on her bed. Her hands fell from his but their eyes remained connected. “What are you going to do if we fail.”
“I don’t know. Maybe get a degree and do animating. Would it be to stalker and sad to go back to Boston and live close to my family to keep an eye on them,” he asked finally breaking eye contact and laying under the covers.
“Maybe a little but it’s sweet from our perspective. Just don’t let them catch you. But I might be too much for you. I can’t see you being mentally and physically okay with being so close to Scott and everyone else but not being able to talk to them. It would be smarter to start over somewhere else,” she said matching his actions. “But we are getting you back home. You are going to see your dad again. See your family again.”
“Thank you for all of this Scarlet. I'm sorry about Becca,” he said laying on his side facing you.
“You saved me a long time ago, now it's my turn to be the hero,” Scarlet said with a smile.
“God Scar that was terrible,” he laughed turning away from her terrible joke.
“They only get better, we have 3 more states maybe.”
“Good night Scarlet,” Chris said bringing the covers up to his chin as he was still facing the door.
“Goodnight Evans,” she said staring at his back and slowly closing her eyes.
“Daddy, what’s this thingy,” Scarlet asked looking into the engine of Bert.
“That isn’t a thingy, it's a who-ja-ma-what-it, and it go clang clang,” he said focusing on the machine in front of them.
“What,” she asked not understanding what he was saying. It was like she could see what he was trying to say but all that came out of his mouth was nonsense.
“Pay attention princess, this is a thing a mabob and it's very important to the function of the vehicle. That and this chunky thing is connecting to this thing a what’s is. Don’t get that confused,” he said sternly looking at her.
She watched her father explain more but now car noises were coming out of his mouth instead of noise.
“Dad, what’s going on,” she asked backing away from the car.
“Scarlet, get back here. I'm not always going to be here to fix Bert,” he said suddenly in his work uniform.
“Daddy,” she asked with fear in every atom of her body.
Suddenly flames surrounded her father and Bert, but he didn’t move. It was almost like he didn’t realize it was happening.
“Dad you have to move,” she yelled.
“Scarlet, if you’re not going to pay attention please leave I'm working,” he said going back to working on Bert as the flames consumed him.
“Please daddy get out of there. I’ll pay attention I promise just get out. You're going to burn,” Scarlet cried as the flames took both her father and her car and the smoke filled her lungs.
“Please get out. Don’t leave me,” Scarlet whimpered in her sleep.
Chris walked back into the hotel room from getting himself and Scarlet some coffee. When he left she was peacefully sleeping but now she was tossing and turning and tears stained her pillow.
“Scarlet, wake up,” he whispered not wanting to cause her more pain if it was a night terror.
Chris placed the coffee cups on the nightstand and gently shook her shoulders. She still hasn’t opened her eyes and he could see drops of sweat covering her body.
“Come on Scar wake up,” he said shaking her a bit more roughly.
Finally getting her to wake up, Scarlet shot up and was looking around the room. Chris ran to get her glass of water as Scarlet just started crying. When he got back to her bed he sat behind her and just pulled her to him and held her.
“Shh it's ok, It was just a bad dream,” he said stroking her head til she started to calm down.
“I'm sorry,” she cried once she got her breathing under control.
“Shh, you have nothing to be sorry about. Here have some water,” he whispered to her and handed her the glass and wouldn’t let her go til she finished the glass.
When she finished he took the glass from her hand and placed it back on the nightstand. Chris turned her head so she was looking at him and just looked into her eye. He was searching to make sure she was ok.
“I’m better now,” Scarlet said staring back into his green eyes.
After finally seeing that she was ok in her eyes he let her go and got out of her bed. Chris went to sit on his bed and grabbed his coffee.
“Do you wanna talk about it,” he asked taking a sip.
“No,” Scarlet replied swiftly before she looked down at her hands.
“I got you coffee, it’s not the best but it's sufficient for now,” he said nodding over to the coffee cup on the nightstand.
Scarlet gives Chris a smile as a thank you. A face of disgust comes across her face as she takes a sip. Chris let out a small laugh at her reaction and took her cup and gave him hers.
“Here try mine, not any better but I used a shit ton of sugar,” he said tossing her cup in the trash.
“Better but not by much,” she said getting out of bed.
She looked over at Chris as he laid back in bed and put on the news. She notice how his hair was still wet most likely from the shower he had earlier. Scarlet took one last sip of the bitter liquid that was trying to pass itself off as coffee then handed the actor his cup back.
“I'm going to take a shower,” she said grabbing some clothes out of her bag and her toiletry bag.
The steam from Chris’s shower was still in the air when she stepped into the tiny bathroom. There was a clean but also a musky scent that filled her nose and any anxiety that still filled her from her nightmare left. With the warm damp air and his scent surrounding her, she could close her eyes and pretend she was still in his arms.
“God Scarlet grow up,” she told herself before she turned the shower on and waited for the water to get to the perfect temperature to get in.
“Christopher,” she yelled when she realized she forgot her phone.
“Scar, are you ok,” Chris knocked on the door and opened it a crack in case she was injured.
“Im fine I forgot my phone. Can you grab it for me,” she asked sticking her head out of the shower.
“Yeah,” he said closing the door and heading to grab her phone.
He came back less than a minute later and had one hand covering his eyes as he came into the bathroom. Chris held out her phone and was waving it around. Scarlet let out a small chuckle at how ridiculous he looked. Scarlet grabbed his wrist and could almost swear she heard him let out a small gasp. After she got her phone she put on some music and went to start her shower.
Chris quickly left the bathroom after he handed Scarlet her phone. He realized there was a burning sensation on his wrist. He decided that it was from the hot water from Scarlet’s shower. While she was showering Chris just laid on his bed and was watching the news til he realized why Scarlet needed her phone. It was faint but he could hear her singing. She was being drowned out by the water but her voice still traveled. So Chris muted the tv and just laid back and listened to Scarlet sing.
About 25 minutes later, Scarlet stepped out of the shower and turned her music, and wiped the condensation off the mirror. She was having her own little dance party as she dried her hair, put on her makeup, and got dressed to spend the entire day on the road. After giving herself another look in the mirror and grabs her dirty clothes before exiting the bathroom.
When she got back into the main room she saw how Chris was sleeping with his arm covering his eyes and his other hand resting on his stomach while the news played on mute. Scarlet threw her dirty clothes on her bag and slapped Chris’s feet to wake him up.
“Huh,” he said barely lifting his arm from his face to look at her.
“Wake up grandpa, what time is check out,” Scarlet teased him as she made her bed and then laid on her back horizontally across the bed with her head close to him.
“I'm not that old,” he groaned reaching out to slap your forehead but barely reaching so the tips of his fingers ran through your hair a bit. “11, we have to be out of this place at 11.”
“We can leave now,” Scarlet suggested hanging her head off the bed so he and the rest of the room were upside down.
“No, I want to rest my eyes a bit longer.”
“That’s was my dad would say before he passed out on the couch,” you teased him reaching your arm out to poke him in the stomach.
“I'm not old,” he groaned again slapping your hand away.
The two of you just laid there in silence tile Chris opened his mouth. “I liked that last song you were singing.”
“Oh no you heard me,” you whined as you covered your face in embarrassment.
“One, these walls are ridiculously thin, sunshine. Two don’t be embarrassed. I enjoyed my morning concert,” he said lifting his arm to look at Scarlet.
She gave him a small smile then rolled over to her stomach and held her head up with her hands. “So what am I supposed to do til then,” she asked glaring at him.
“Clean up your mess you slob,” he suggested after once again lifting his arm up and looking at her side of the room.
“Hey,” Scarlet exclaimed as she threw her pillow at him.
He took the pillow and hugged it as he turn to the side to get a couple more minutes of sleep. Chris heard Scarlet messing around the room gathering her thing so he just let himself slip further into his sleep. A sweet delicate smell filled his nose. It took him a couple of minutes to realize that it was Scarlet that he was smelling. So he opened his eyes expecting to see her right in front of him but when he opened his eyes she wasn’t there. But when he took a deep breath that scent was still strong.
Suddenly he was rudely woken up by another pillow slapping him on the shoulder. “I'm all packed up, your turn,” she said collapsing on her bed and just watching him grab his stuff out of the bathroom and then close the bag he brought up and sit on the bed.
“Seriously, you’re already done,” Scarlet asked him in disbelief.
“Yes, I don’t throw my stuff willy-nilly when I unpack or look through my bag, slob,” he joked standing up and tossing the bag on the bed.
Chris grabbed his things and then grabbed her bags before he went to open the door for Scarlet. She walked past him and a familiar scent hit him. It was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t place it.
“What is that smell,” Chris asked closing the door once they both stood in the hall.
“Oh yeah sorry. I always forget to pack something for trips and this time it was my bathroom stuff, so I borrowed your million and 1 body wash,” Scarlet said running her fingers through her hair.
His chest started to tighten at the words. That’s what he was smelling himself. On her. She smelled like him and honestly he loved it. “Million in one,” he asked once he was able to clear his mind and come back to reality.
“Guys things are everything in one. You got shampoo, body wash, face wash, oil for your car, oil to fry thing in, you can wash your car too,” She joked looking at her hair and frowning a little thinking of how harmful Chris’s stuff was to her hair. “But don’t worry as soon as I can I’ll get something and I won’t steal your stuff anymore.”
When they reached the lobby, Chris held out his hands for the keys. He let out a small smile at her hesitation and reassured her he just wanted to put the bags in the car while she checked them out.
“You guys are so cute together, how long have you been married,” the young lady behind the counter asked.
“Oh, we aren’t together,” Scarlet told her as she handed her the room key.
“My bad,” she apologized handing her the receipt and telling her to have a great day.
Chris was leaning on the trunk of Bert with his hands in his pockets looking at you. Once Scarlet got closer he pushed off Bert and tossed her the keys.
“What’s the plan for today, sunshine,” he asked opening the driver's door.
“Well Evans, we are just trying to get out of Texas,” she said getting in and looking up at her travel buddy before he closed her door and got in.
