#wayne series

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MISSING BOTH OF THEM

[proxyeve]

I just finished watching Wayne and i fell so in love with Wayne... sooo I went to look if there are any fanfics of that cutie AND TELL ME WHY THERE BARELY ARE ANY?!?!?!!😭😭😭

CMON GUYS😭😭😭 CAN SOMEONE WRITE FOR HIM PLEASE???!

I'd do it myself but im seriously sooo ass at it😔

[createasc3ne]

patched up ♡

summary: helping wayne after a fight again..

warning: fluff basically it

based on this rec

The sound of knocking woke you up, you check the clock, 1am. You look back at the window and see Wayne. He’s bruised and beat up as he keeps knocking on your window insistently. Finally you get up and run over to unlock your window as you puah the curtains away to let him crawl through. Your hands instantly find your way to cup his face as you turn his jaw to look at the black eye and cuts he had down his cheek.

“It’s late, what are you doing here all beat up?” You question, continuing to inspect his face.

“I just wanted to see you, check if you were okay and all.” He muttered as he pulled your wrists away gently. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, look at you.” You reply as you pull him to sit on your bed.

As you’re running to your bathroom for medical supplies he glances at your desk, looking at your homework. When you come back he looks back at you, his eyes following your hairs movement, wanting to reach out and play with it before you place an alcohol wipe to his cheek.

“This might hurt, just squeeze my bed or something” You tell him as you clean up his face.

“You don’t have to do this you know? I just wanting to pass by..” He mumbled as he tried ignoring the burning sensation on his cheekbone.

“Shut up, let me help you”

He listens and lets you clean him up, he looks down at your necklace that had your name hanging over your chest. His hand runs down the chain and stops at your name. You look down to his hand and smile.

“My dad got me that.. Its cute, huh?” You whisper as you get back to putting a bandaid under his eye, your fingers lingering on his cheek to look up at his eyes.

His voice rasps quietly as he answers, “Looks good on you..” He whispers as he lets go of it and looks back up to you.

Slowly pulling your hands away you get back to putting your things away as he stares at you, his hands practically itching to touch you again. You go back to your bathroom to put the things back under your sink, he follows. As you’re getting up he looks down at you. He guides you to lean back on the sink slowly as his hands hold your waist. He touched you as if he was scared to break you, you just looked so small and perfect to him. You smile, pulling his shoulders down to meet your height.

“Thank you. For patching me up, even though I didn’t need it.” He muttered out as he stared down at your hair, your eyes, lips.

“No problem.” You whisper back as you run your hand up to cup his cheek, avoiding any tender spots that’d hurt him.

He bit back as smile as he locked eyes with you, his hands gripping your waist a little harder, still gentle.

“You’re nice to me, y/n. I don’t know why, but thank you again..” He whispered as he leaned into your touch.

You pulled him into a hug as he melted into you. His face pressing into your shoulder as he breathed you in. His jaw clenching as he hugged you tighter. His hands grabbing onto your silk tank top, scared you’d disappear any second.

“I love you, y/n.”

Your eyes widen but you try playing off the shock that gave you. He pressed into you more as the embrace lasted longer.

“I love you, Wayne.”

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[lifesateacup]

My Hero ꕤ｡˚⋆ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

Summary: Wayne saves you and you patch him up

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Busted concrete crunched under my grimy converse as I walked home from another mind-numbing day at school. It was cold, with bitter wind nipping at my cheeks and nose, turning them pink and raw. My hands were buried in the pockets of my jacket in a useless attempt to hold on to whatever warmth I could.

I walked on in bored shivering misery until I noticed a group of guys huddled on the sidewalk ahead of me. Their figures were slouched, with smoke rising from cigarettes pinched in their fingers and clouding the air around them. There were four of them, looking at me as I looked back. My stomach sank a little and my pace slowed as I noticed how their conversation fizzled out when they caught sight of me.

"Hey sexy!" One of them called as the group started towards me. I quickly looked away, veering to cross the worn-down street.

"Bitch! We know you heard us!" Another yelled, "Come on over and keep us warm! We'll treat you reeeeaal nice." They snickered at that as they lurked behind me, following me across the street.

I started walking faster when I noticed how close they were getting, so they started walking faster too.

"We just wanna get to know you." One purred, close enough now he didn't need to shout. I glanced over my shoulder, taking in their patchy stumble and yellow teeth, before breaking into a sprint. A flurry of angry shouts erupted behind me as I ran.

It took less than a few steps for them to catch up, grabbing my backpack and yanking me towards them. They surrounded me from all sides as I looked at them with ragged breath and terrified eyes.

"HEL-" I tried screaming before one of them clasped a dirty hand over my mouth from behind, pinning me to him. He smelled like sour sweat and bad breath. I kicked and thrashed hard enough to make him stumble, but not hard enough to get him to let me go. They all laughed at my pathetic attempts.

The fear had began to press down on me from all sides when out of the blue a chunk of ice hit one of the men in the temple. His laughter was cut short as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to his knees, then to the ground with a thud.

We all looked to the road, where a boy around my age stood holding another chunk of ice. Wayne.

"You little..." One of the men muttered, stalking towards Wayne before another chunk of ice went flying towards his head, except this time it clipped off its target's ear. The man paused for a moment, before chuckling, "Your dead."

The two left standing charged Wayne, who only managed to land one punch before being pummeled by the other guy. Wayne hit the ground as his second victim stumbled back with a broken nose. The victim of Wayne's punch cupped his face, which was dripping blood. At the sight of this the man holding onto me cursed and pushed me away, he rushed towards Wayne in a fury joined by the guy with the busted nose.

Knowing this was my chance, I snatched my backpack off the ground and bolted to the house nearby. I slung my backpack over their fence, continously glancing over my shoulder as I used a trashcan to scramble into their yard. All of the men's focus was on bludgeoning Wayne. I landed in the yard and peered through a crack in the fence, panting.

I flinched as I watched them land kick after kick, hit after hit. The sound made me sick. "Get up Wayne," I muttered to myself hopelessly, "Get up." But it was no use, the fight was three against one. They gave him a chance to get up once, allowing him to shakily push up of the ground, only to bury a foot into his side again. He collapsed onto the asphalt in a bloody heap. "Assholes," I half-sobbed, swallowing the ball forming in my throat.

Finally they left. I waited before coming out of my hiding place, carefully peering around the corner of the house to make sure they were truly gone. The street was completely empty except for Wayne.

"Wayne?" I said worriedly, running to his side and dropping next to him. I didn't touch him, hands hovering over his body like I would only hurt him more. His face was covered in blood, eyes closed, bruises already forming. "Wayne, dammit, say something!"

He groaned, peeling his eyelid apart.

I breathed a little easier. "Okay, okay, okay." I tried not to panic, hands trembling as I pushed the hair stuck to the blood on his forehead out of the way, "Where does it hurt? Can you get up?"

He attempted to get up.

"Wait! Don't move. You might hurt yourself!"

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Wayne sat on my toilet, shirtless, watching me as I tried to warm up the sink water enough to wet a wash cloth. His gaze had a steady softness that didn't make any sense to me. He'd just been welted on, but still sat there the perfect image of endearing calm.

Finally I got the water hot enough to dampen the cloth.

"Tell me if this is warm enough, okay?" I said, ringing it out and sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"I told you I'm fine. You don't have to do all this." Wayne reminded softly, staring at the ground like he was embarrassed.

I ignored him and took his arm, beginning to carefully wipe the road burn splashed across his skin. "What were you thinking? Going four against one?"

"I was thinking...that you were in trouble."

When I looked up at him, we caught each other's gaze. We stared for a moment. His deep brown eyes and the kindness of his words made my heart turn warm.

"Well, obviously," I whispered, swallowing, breaking the gaze and continuing on his arm, "But weren't you worried about, I dunno, gettin hurt?"

"No." He said simply, in his characteristically low voice.

I shook my head in disbelief, moving on to his other arm.

For a while we were both quiet. His gaze rested on me as I wiped off his torso, barely dabbing the dark bruises crowding his skin. I tried to ignore how his stare made my skin prickle. Underneath the dark skin on his stomach, his core peaked through as a line stretched from his sternum down. He inhaled sharply as I dabbed a bruise right underneath his rib cage.

"Sorry, did that hurt?"

He hesitated, "No."

"What then?" I asked, sitting up straight, done with my work other than his face. "Was it cold?"

"It...tickled, is all."

I laughed quietly, dabbing the spot under his ribs again. He jerked away, huffing.

"Sorry," I said, standing up to work on his face, "That was mean." The wash cloth began cutting through the blood caked from his forehead to cheek.

"No it wasn't." He shook his head a little as I wiped the blood off, "You could never be mean. You're the nicest girl I know." His eyes flicked up to mine, gauging my reaction.

I stopped what I was doing, looking down at him as a smile crept onto my face. When he saw my expression, a smile of his own graced his lips.

I continued wiping, "You really think that? I'm the nicest girl you know?"

"Yes." His gravely voice held something in it that was different than the usual, like he wanted to say more, do more, but was holding back.

"Well," I paused my work again, examining his soft brown eyes and the way they looked up at me. It was like he would do anything for me, like he cherished me more than the breath in his lungs. My eyes fell to his lips, pink and busted. "Well..." I repeated again, mouth suddenly dry, gaze darting between his warm eyes and soft lips.

His eyes drifted to mouth too, but he sat frozen like if he moved I would run away or disappear in a puff of vapor.

He swallowed as I set down the wash rag and delicately cupped his face, careful not to hurt him. Slowly, I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. A barely audible sigh escaped him as he gently gripped my waist and met me half way, pushing his lips against mine.

Time melted together, becoming a blur of warmth in the pool of my stomach and our lips carefully moving against each other. I could taste the blood that had dried around his mouth, but didn't care. His sweetness and tenderness enveloped me as he worked his lips against mine.

When we both broke away, breathing a little heavier than before, neither let go. Instead we stared at each other, deciphering the other's gaze and saying everything unspoken with the emotion in our eyes.

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YES this is us in another universe :3

[deluluccetti]

[coeurzr]

WAYNE MCCULLOUGH

warnings ✩° : mentions of being hurt, mentions of fighting scars, mentions of fighting, slight argument?, little angst?, wayne being .. wayne.

pairing ✩° : wayne mccullough x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : hey guys.. i’m back after sm months but i’ll try to be consistent, i need to get back on the grind...

You sat, on your friend’s bed facing her. The silence in the room is so loud even though no one’s speaking, To break the silence you speak up “Why does it even matter that i’m with him?” you say in a loud voice “How does that affect you?!, Plus you hardly even know him. He’s genuinely a really good guy” you say in an upset tone, You stare at your friend for a few hoping she’ll speak up .. she finally does eventually “It matters because i don’t want you getting hurt! What point in that don’t you understand?”

You see the hurt in her eyes, For a second you feel bad but you choose not to let your feelings take over “He’s a bad guy. If he wasn’t then he wouldn’t just go around beating people up then would he?” she says with a questioning look on her face hoping you’d answer her question. “Listen, You’re my friend it doesn’t matter about who he is or not and if you can’t let me be happy and accept him then..” You look down at the bed trying not to face her “That’s the end of being friends.” You get up off her bed and grab all your stuff “Seriously?! all this over Wayne? Cmon y/n it was never that serious” you tune her out and leave the room. Heading home after all that, you feel hurt on the walk home questioning what you’ve just done but you end up brushing it off.

Later — It’s late at night around 10PM .. You lay in your bed scrolling on your phone until you hear a bang at your window. Frighted you slowly get off your bed and approach the window, Lo and behold it was your boyfriend Wayne. You open the window and stick your head outside “Yo! What the fuck are you doing?” you say with a smile on your face. “I don’t know, what does it look like i’m doing” Wayne responds in a sarcastic manner, You roll your eyes “i’ll be down in a sec to let you in” You then bring your head back in through the window and close the window shut. You happily go downstairs to open the door for him, “Where have you been all day? Haven’t seen you in class or at lunch .. or at all” you say to him as you grab his hand and lead him upstairs to your room

“Well i don’t know i jus’ didn’t really feel like showin’ up today” he says looking at you “I wanted you to be there.. I needed you to be there.” You sigh and hold his hand “I got into a slight argument with F/N after school today .. it was about you” Wayne’s turns to you visibly more intrigued with the story “Okay … It was about me what happened ..?” he says to you, Turning your head to face him “Well she kinda told me to not be with you anymore because your supposedly a “bad guy” and i didn’t like her talking about to like that so i kinda dropped her..?” “You didn’t have to do that for me. You know i don’t care about what ya friends think of me as long as your happy i’m fine with it” he says squeezing your hand tighter “yeah but .. i wasn’t okay with it. You mean a lot to me you know that right?” you graze his face with your hand “And you mean a lot me too” he says cupping your face, he pulls your face closer to his.

You feel his soft lips brush against yours, You lean into the kiss and you practically melted. Your hand was on his face, his hands held onto your waist, You took you hands off his face and brought it underneath his shirt feeling all his scars, You hate it when he fights because even though he still ends up “winning” he still gets hurt in the end but It was hot you had to admit. He brought you over to your bed, then you broke away from the kiss “Nuh uh my parents are home you know better than that” you laugh, Wayne rolls his eyes “Cmon that’s not even fair. First you tease me then deny me a good time” you smirk at him “maybe next time”. You lay in bed with him cuddled up together, you look up at him “I love you, Y/N,” he says breathily. A smile slowly appears on your face “I love you, Wayne”. He kisses your forehead, Wayne .. Even if i lost all of my friends it wouldn’t matter to me really because i’d still have you, Your not a bad guy.. You’re a good guy who does bad things. Wayne fell asleep in your arms, you noticed that you’ve been talking to yourself the whole time, you chuckle and kissed the top of his head.

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