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anonymous asked:

Regarding Geneva scene I think people are forgetting that even though he didn't love her and didn't want to be in that situation in the books he was still very gentle to her. It wasn't like Mary where it was a satisfaction of needs for both - he wanted to show Geneva what a first time should be like and how a man should treat her. That's why it is so intimate -and enraging, yes- but it's still not love. He even adds that he doesn't allow her to call him Jamie and *that* I really hope they keep!

Your thoughts prompted me to re-read the Jamie-Geneva scene and you are right -  Jamie is mostly gentle, and that is quite a major thing considering how he came to be in her bed. “He was conscious of an extrordinary mixture of feelings.” DG writes there was tenderness, pity, rage, fear, and lust, but “there was nothing of love in this encounter.” 

How Jamie treats her, especially from his point of view, is gentle and even erotic, which is what makes this scene so squirmy. I’m not sure if what DG did is brilliant for writing this scenario in such a way that it still spawns heated debate two decades later, or cruel to both characters because their desperation spurs them towards hideous behavior.

DG concludes the chapter with Jamie climbing into his lofted bed above the stables and “feeling empty of everything.” That’s seems like an honest account of how a man, or woman would feel after being coerced into having sex, whether or not they enjoyed any part of it. It’s a wonder Jamie is capable of enjoying sex after all the sexual trauma he’s had. 

“I’m not sure how I feel about a ghost deciding I’m the only one who can help them.”

“If I’m being truthful, I don’t actually know where I’m going.”

“We were not responsible for that this time. Last time, yes, we were.”

“I try to appear approachable, but I think I’m not really successful in that endeavor.”

“I don’t want to be too hopeful, in case it doesn’t happen. I’m sure you understand that, too.”

“What was it that you wanted to tell me? You know, before everyone stormed into the room?”

anonymous asked:

In the books wasn’t there 3 treasons, and one of them was a treason of love or something? Maybe daario will be danys final treason? I guess it could happen but honestly daario and Cersei just sounds odd to me. Even if he’s bitter and wants revenge, he knows exactly what dany is capable of and knows he’d be on the losing end.

Hey, anon. I’m going to use this ask to make a post about all of these “leaks” in general. Hope you don’t mind. The supposed leaks can be read here. More of my answer under the cut. 

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Quick Fic Mass Effect
  • FemShep: Hello, little one. Look what Dad got for you!
  • Liara: Do I want to know how you were able to get an N7 hoodie small enough to fit an infant?
  • FemShep: Hey, I know people.
  • Liara: Yes, that's what I'm afraid of.
  • FemShep: She's going to look awesome in it, Liara.
  • Liara: Perhaps, but I hope this doesn't mean you're going to push our daughter toward a military lifestyle. I was hoping that our child wouldn't have to face the type of battles you and I have faced.
  • FemShep: I hope *no one's* child faces what you and I faced. Besides, I want her to grow up to be whoever and whatever she wants so long as it doesn't involve too many illegal activities.
  • Liara: She's *our* daughter. Very little will not be available to her.
  • FemShep: Yeah, I worry about that. I want her to grow up happy and healthy, but I don't want her to grow a privileged, spoiled brat, and that's a possibility when no one wants to tell her no because we're her parents.
  • Liara: You and I will tell her no, as will the rest of Normady's crew. That's what family does. It helps remind us of what is important.
  • FemShep: Well, you and Garrus and Rex and Grunt... maybe Tali? You guys will tell her no. I probably won't be around long enough to see her hit the stage that she needs to hear it. Some dad, huh? I'm just going to disappear before our kid hits Asari teenager status. You know, I hear that's the hardest time, the teenage years.
  • Liara: When that time comes, she will remember you from her childhood, and you're right. The rest of us will be here, and we will never allow her to forget, but, Shepherd, I feel you underestimate your mortality, or, rather, *immortality.*
  • FemShep: What are you talking about? My immortality?
  • Liara: At this point, your body is far more machine than biological. The technology Cerberus used to resurrect you has had an effect on everything about your biological makeup from how much damage you can sustain in battle to how long it will take you to age. To that effect, Miranda Lawson and I have done some calculations on the rate of your aging process compared to that of an average human.
  • FemShep: Oh yeah? What did you two come up with?
  • Liara: Let's just say that, when our daughter hits her teenage years, *you* can join the rest of us in telling her no.
  • FemShep: Good. I'd hate to know I left before the fun part.
  • Liara: I feel your definition of fun is...
  • FemShep: Highly accurate?
  • Liara: Yes. Highly accurate.

anonymous asked:

Your stories are not my usual fare, but I find myself enjoying the journey anyway. I can see why things happened as they did and I want to see where and how and if they can grow together afterwards. (MLBY)

Thanks! And yes, MLBY is very different from all what I’ve draw so far, and that’s why I wanted to do it. I hope you continue enjoying it until the end, as I do drawing it. ^_^

Inevitable

An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.

Alpha.

He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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Your secret is safe with me

“Blaise,” Draco fumed, storming into the living room, “what happened to the chest of drawers in my room?”

Blaise looked up from the paper he was reading and grinned at Draco.

“Do you like the new one? You’ve been whining about it so much, I thought I’d just replace that awful old-timer.”

“What did you do with that old-timer?”

“I sold it,” Blaise shrugged.

“You sold it,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yes.”

“Who did you sell it to?” Draco asked frantically.

“No idea,” Blaise said. “I didn’t get a name. Two people came by to pick it up. I think they were Muggles.”

Draco felt like he was about to faint.

“Did you take everything out beforehand?”

Blaise snorted.

“Of course! What do you take me for?”

“Everything?” Draco insisted.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco’s tone and studied him.

“Yes, everything.”

Draco took a step closer and narrowed his eyes.

“Even what was under the secret false bottom in the second drawer, nobody but me knows about?”

Blaise paled and his mouth opened.

“Oh,” he simply said.

“Yes, oh,” Draco growled. “Great, now I have to hunt it down. You’re a lousy flatmate.”

“Hey, I just wanted to do you a favour,” Blaise said defensively.

“You better hope they haven’t found what’s inside it, or I’m going to kill you.”

Doing the locator spell was easy enough. Draco had feared it wouldn’t work, but it seemed there were no wards guarding the flat the chest of drawers had ended up in. Draco apparated to the flat, his heart hammering as he knocked.

When the door opened, Draco was sure he had to be dreaming. Of all the people in the world. Of course. Of course.

“Malfoy?” Potter seemed stunned. He was holding a toothbrush and was only dressed in a green t-shirt and pants. “How did you find me?”

Draco shook his head, willing his mind to work properly again.

“You have something of mine,” he said curtly.

“And what might that be?” Potter responded, a grin beginning to form on his lips. It took Draco off guard for a moment.

“Can I just come in and check something?”

Potter stepped aside and gestured for Draco to come in. Draco wasted no time and quickly found the chest of drawers in the corner of Potter’s bedroom. He opened the second drawer and took out the little book he had been so desperate to get back.

“What’s that?” Potter asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Nothing of your concern. It shouldn’t have been in there,” Draco huffed.

“Hmmm,” Potter hummed. “You know, I never would have thought you kept a diary.”

Draco blushed, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.

“It’s not a diary,” he said lamely.

Potter nodded, but he had a mischievous smile on his face.

“You want a drink?” he asked, turning around and heading back into the living room. Draco blinked and tried to find his voice again.

“Um, no thank you. You were obviously getting ready for bed. I won’t disturb you any longer,” he said hastily.

“You sure? It might be a great opportunity,” Potter grinned. Draco gave him a quizzical look.

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Potter shrugged, “after two Firewhiskeys you might get the chance to run your hands through my incredibly infuriating, magnificent head of hair.” Potter tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t suppress a snicker. “I might even let you touch my strong and marvellous jawline.”

Never had Draco wished more the ground would open and swallow him up.

“You read it,” he said through gritted teeth. “You had no right.”

“True,” Potter replied, nonchalant. “I’d let you read mine in return, but I don’t keep a diary.” He stepped closer to Draco, studying his face intently.

“You look rather cute when you’re flushed.”

Draco made a sound that was something between a weird gurgle and a high-pitched squeak. Whatever it was, it was highly embarrassing.

Potter chuckled, coming to a halt right in front of Draco.

“I mean, I could just show you what kind of fantasies I’d be writing in that diary,” he said in a low whisper.

Draco gulped, not quite grasping what Potter was saying.

“Like what?” he breathed.

“Hmmm.” Potter’s eyes flickered down to Draco’s lips. “Like how I want to grab you right now and kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

Draco’s mouth opened involuntarily. Breathing was already hard with Potter standing so close to him.

“And then,” Potter continued, deliberately breathing on Draco’s lips, “I’d want your hands on the most delicious and perfect arse you have ever seen in your life.”

Draco groaned loudly. This was just too much. But then again, Potter really seemed to be teasing him in a rather flirtatious way. Trying to conceal his nervousness, he raised his chin and fixed Potter with a glare.

“These better not just be empty promises,” Draco said haughtily.

“Oh, they’re not,” Potter smirked, his eyes gleaming as he started pouring their drinks.

Rivals

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung

Rating: 18+ (explicit sex, biting / growling / thigh riding / overstimulation - ENJOY)

Word Count: 3,557

Summary: Taehyung is your biggest competition in the workplace. Everything he does just makes you want to scream. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @rudeboywonho , as part of your week of pain fun. 

Originally posted by jeonstyle

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  • Seokjin: Do you want to tell me how you guys crashed the car?
  • Yoongi: Well, we were driving and there was this deer in the middle of the road that Hoseok couldn’t see, so I shouted “Hoseok, deer!”
  • Hoseok: ...
  • Yoongi: Do you want to tell Jin what your response was?
  • Hoseok: ...“Yes, honey?”
Guys My Age (3)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4k

Warnings: Lap dance to rough Smut. NSFW gifs.

Anon asked “Can you please do a part 3 to ‘guys my age’ were Bucky asks reader for another lap dance”

A/N: The fic that started it all. I’m so glad people liked it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Also, dominant/jealous Bucky is just wow. Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE. Go away kids! And please use protection y’all.

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anonymous asked:

Hello I'm very sick and there's a hurricane outside please share some of your most amazing headcanons

hey you! yes you! donate to hurricane relief!

  • anyone left alone on the bridge for more than a minute will inevitably put their hands on the controls and pretend to fly the castle
    • this includes coran
  • lance: “keith what’s-” [keith runs in] “alright i guess the plan is no plan! we wing it! probably won’t work but you’re doing it with a lot of confidence!”
  • shiro’s gotta use the buddy system whenever he wants to go somewhere
  • “okay quick question: are we more a scifi spaceship crew or a zombie apocalypse survival team? because zarkon’s like technically dead and-”
  • keith and allura both have no concept of how to make friends
    • one lived in a desert and the other piloted a magic flying castle they didn’t exactly have many chances to socialize with other teens
    • that’s okay though they get along fine
    • allura: “…would you like to go spar?” keith, who’s been trying to think of something to say for the past ten minutes: “oh thank god”
  • hunk: “hey i’m not paranoid!” pidge: “just this morning you thought a ghost made your toast” hunk: “I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!”
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Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You’ll make it now.

Heal My Wounds

Peter has a massive crush on the reader but can’t help but wonder why she always covers her hands with gloves. 

author’s note: heyo just small hint the reader has a metal arm yeet this is like the fifth time i’m rewriting this so here goes nothing (i still don’t know how i feel about this it’s quite bad tbh) shout out to @toms-spidey for helping me out with this big time and literally being the only reason i’m posting this ily girly.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: kinda angsty and fluffy at the same time….?

Peter had been crushing on you for god knows how long. You were in a few of his classes and every once in a while he would look over at you a smile placed on his lips as you tugged lose strands of hair that would occasionally fall in front of your face back behind your ear.

He couldn’t help but notice one thing, you always had gloves on. No matter what the weather was, hot or cold you always had the same brown fabric covering your hands.

Flash had teased you about it multiple times and it pissed Peter off. No one deserved Flash’s unnecessary comments least of all you, the girl who barely spoke, not even when spoken to.

On multiple occasions Peter had tried to talk to you but you always managed to slip right past him acting as if you had no idea he wanted to talk, although it was fairly obvious.

And now as he sat in his usual seat his head resting in the palm of his hand he couldn’t help but admire you as you squinted your eyes slightly, concentrating on the papers sprawled out in front of you, your tongue poking out of the corners of your pink lips.

Ned nudged Peter bringing him out of his daze as he diverted his attention back to his best friend who was now giving him a judge mental look as his eyes wandered to who Peter had been staring at.

“Just go talk to her, your not so subtle staring is probably starting to freak her out” Ned sighed his elbow resting on the table in front of him, Peter scoffed his gaze finally meeting Ned’s.

“Don’t you think i’ve tried!? Every time i get as much as this close to her” Peter says squeezing his index finger and thumb together so they were almost touching “she runs off”.

“So don’t let her” Ned states matter of factly patting Peter on the back as he ushered him towards you, completely ignoring the quite protests leaving Peter’s mouth as they neared you with every step.


“Hey Y/N” a voice brings you out of your thoughts as you spit the pen out that you had previously tugged between the corners of your mouth, a awkward smile reaching the corners of your lips as you mumbled a quite ‘yeah’.

“Peter here wants to talk to you about something” Ned smiled, forcefully pushing Peter onto the stool next to you before he walked off a proud smile on his lips.

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the two of you as soon as Ned left. “I um-well just wanted to uh see if you may-maybe wanted to I don’t know hang out sometime or something like that” Peter stammered a blush rising on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap slamming his eyes shut inwardly cringing at how awkward he was.

You were baffled, you couldn’t believe Peter Parker had just asked you to hang out, you a girl who wore gloves to hide what you hoped no one would discover. So as you were about to reject the offer, you looked back up at him and his hopeful beautiful brown eyes stared back into yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Sure, Peter I would love too” you smiled going to place your arm on his shoulder but quickly pulled back realizing he would definitely feel what was not a flesh arm.

His wide eyes once again met yours and he looked like he was about to burst from happiness and you couldn’t help but giggle as he fumbled to get back up from the seat next you trying his best to act casual as he reached into his pocket so he could hand you his phone. 

But you reacted quickly telling him it was better if you called him knowing well enough you would have to take your gloves off in order for you to be able to type your phone number into the small phone he had placed in the palm of his hand.

“How about we just hang out after school, study date?” you asked hoping he would put the phone back into his pocket, and thankfully he did sending you a warm smile as he nodded walking back to his seat where he plopped down next to Ned.


Finally the school bell rung signaling that school was over and you happily stuffed all your stuff into your backpack before you slung it over your shoulder following the crowds of students that were exiting the classroom.

You were ready to get home and sit down on your couch with your favorite ice cream whilst Friends played in the background, but you then remembered your study date with Peter groaning at the fact you wouldn’t be getting these damn gloves off anytime soon.

You made your way toward Peter’s locker where you saw him clumsily stuffing his books into it—your heart almost melting at the sight, you quickly made your way towards him picking up the books that had fallen out of his tight grasp.

“Thank you” he awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck as he finally managed to slam his locker shut, the noise emanating off of the now empty school hallways. “It’s no problem, so your place or mine?” you asked as you walked side by side thankful that your left arm was brushing against his and not your right one.

“We can go to mine since Aunt May’s not going to be home anytime soon” you nodded and sent him a warm smile, you lived alone so a parent coming home early and yelling at you for being alone with a boy really wasn’t a problem, but Peter didn’t need to know that.


As soon as you had arrived at Peter’s small apartment he shared with his aunt, you followed him into his room where he nervously asked you to sit down on his bed and wait whilst he went and got you two some snacks.

You happily obliged sitting down on the bottom bunk your backpack resting in your lap as you pulled some of your books out of it and placed them on the nightstand that was next to you.

You heard clattering coming from the kitchen and took this as your chance to finally let your left hand breath for the first time that day. You sighed as you pulled the brown glove of your flesh hand, your palms were extremely sweaty and you made sure you could still hear Peter in the kitchen before you removed the glove of your right one.

A heavy sigh yet again left your mouth as you rubbed your hands together, your cold metal hand met your flesh one sending shivers down your spine at the unsuspected coldness.

Zoning out for a bit you completely missed when Peter stepped into the doorframe and quickly backed away when he saw why you always wore those same brown gloves.

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Peter was struggling to make his way up the stairs as he tried to keep every single thing he was carrying still, the glasses he had filled with water were spilling everywhere at his clumsy excuse of walking and he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan when he reached the top of the stairs.

He smiled adjusting himself a bit before he walked into his room. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what rested beneath the surface of your glove.

You hadn’t heard or seen him walk into the room so he quickly and quietly sprinted back down the stairs the water now completely abandoning the two glasses that rested on the top of his palm.

He laid every single snack he had carried up the stairs back onto the counter top as he reached for his phone that was placed in the back of his pocket quickly unlocking and dialing Tony’s number.

Tony picked up on the fourth ring and immediately starting scolding Peter for calling him since he told him he could only do that if it was an absolute emergency.

“This is an emergency Tony!” Peter panicked running his fingers through his brown locks as he started pacing around the kitchen making sure you hadn’t come down the stairs.

“You remember the airport fight right!?” Peter asked his grip on the phone becoming tighter with every word he spoke “yeah I don’t think I’m going to forget that anytime soon kid” Tony sighed “And you remember that dude with the metal arm right!?” 

“What’s your point here Peter?” Tony asked his brows pulling in as Peter continued speaking “well I’m with this girl right now her names Y/N, and I-I went down to get us some snacks since we were going to study but then I came back up and she-she had taken her gloves off… She has these gloves that she always wears—anyways! she has a metal arm Tony, a metal arm! And it’s exactly like Bucky’s”

Peter’s eyes went wide as he realized he had begun to raise his voice significantly during the last part of his sentence and he quickly looked around making sure you were nowhere insight.

“Do you think you could find a way to bring her to the tower?” Tony questioned and Peter nodded before realizing Tony couldn’t see him and he frantically mumbled a yes before hanging up the phone and climbing back up the stairs into his room.

“Hey I hope you don’t mind but-” Peter stopped abruptly realizing you were nowhere insight “Y/N?” he asked slowly walking into his room were he saw the previously closed window was now wide open and all of your stuff was gone

“Shit” he cursed knowing you had obviously heard his conversation with Tony and climbed out the window. What was he going to do now?

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Skyrim Fanfiction

I used to be the DM for a D&D lunchtime club at my high school. It was my final year as a student there so I had decided to hand over the position of club leader to one of the other members. Just for fun, I set up a final quest where they would have to infiltrate the castle of the Dungeon Master and defeat her to gain control of the D&D world. Since the DM was in control of the world, she was invincible so the PCs had to explore the castle to find items that would counteract her invincibility. One such item was a notebook full of her poorly written fanfiction and thus, this conversation occurred:

Ranger(OOC): Oooh bad fanfics! This character is basically you, right? So does this mean you write fanfics about yourself?

Me: (sighing) Yes I do

Ranger(OOC): Will you read them to us?

Me: NO

Mage(OOC): Come on, please! Just a little bit, you don’t have to read the whole thing!

Druid(OOC): I know! Roll a d20 and if you get an 18 or higher you have to read us part of one of your fanfics

I’d been rolling pretty low all lunch so I thought it would be fine and it would get them to shut up so I went for it. I got a 19. At least it wasn’t a nat 20 I guess…

Ranger: YES

Me: (head in hands) …what do you want me to read?

Ranger: Didn’t you joke about writing something called ‘Dragonbride’ once? Read that one!

And thats how a group of sixteen year olds got me to read out part of a really bad fanfic I wrote about myself and a character from Skyrim. I hope the Ranger is having fun being the new club leader.

Attached (Part 1)

Summary: Modern AU. Your first day at the New York Bulletin takes a catastrophic turn when you accidentally overlook a fellow employee’s private chat session. Inspired by the novel Attachments by Rainbow Rowell. 

Word Count: 1,110

A/N: My mind is all jumbled up right now, and I can’t sort it out so here’s another series because why not? 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Well…I’m screwed. 

Though you closed out all of the windows on your computer screen, they knew someone overlooked their chat session, and you invaded their privacy. 

You sighed to yourself, burying your face in your hands. 

Yup, I’m really screwed.

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“Did that miscreant hurt you, mother ?” - Batmom x Batfam

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera, and sorry cause, as I just finished writing it, I realize this probably wasn’t what you wanted at all…I hope you guys will like it

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-…And I swear if ANY of you set fire to anything again, you’ll be grounded for the next six months with NO chance of parol ok ? 

Your sons nod a bit grumpily (until you glare at them and then they nod vehemently : “yes m’am”), knowing damn well how serious you are right now, and already dreading the long gala that awaits them, and how well behaved they will all have to be. 

It means no flirting for Dick. It means no fighting for Jason. It means no sarcastic comments to people for Tim. It means…No talking or moving for Damian really, as he knows when he starts, he can never stop. He’d rather just stand by his parents or brothers and not talk at all (Gotham’s media thought he was mute for the longest time, until one day, he called a journalist that was asking him something rude a “troglodyte” and…of course it made every news papers’ headline…uh). 

It  basically means no-anything-that-could-get-them-in-trouble. And if you had to make a speech each times before a social event to keep your family out of the scandal news, then you would. Pictures of you guys buying groceries, or eating at a food truck, having fun at the local fair or you and Bruce kissing ? To be honest you know it comes with the package to be a Wayne. And you’re fine with this. But scandals ? It always upsets you too much to think anyone could think heal of your family…

Now of course, you know some people hate your family just because you’re rich and famous, but at least, it’s not because you did something that gives them an actual reason to hate you all. Besides, most of the time, it’s just misplaced jealousy. 

Those people had no idea what it really was like, to actually be Mrs. Wayne. The only thing they knew, was that yes, it seemed not that easy to raise those boys of yours as they also seemed very…full of life. But other than that, they had just not a single clue what it was to be Mrs. Wayne. If they thought it was easy, that you just bathed in wealth and you’re husband was just a damn sexy and smart bastard…then they were wrong. Of course he was smart and sexy, but oh, oh being his wife wasn’t easy. 

Being able to pull him away from his dark thoughts was a full time job. Cheering him up and making him smile, genuinely smile, was a constant struggle. But, of course, you wouldn’t have it any other way…And as he snakes an arm around your waist to lead you toward tonight’s gala, your boys chatting with each other in front of you, you know that yes, this is all worth it.

You’d go through Hell for Bruce Wayne. If those journalists and people who judged you and your family could also go to hell in the process…Ahem. 

And oh how cute is it, that your boys try to make sure to be right in front of the cameras’ flashes so they don’t blind you ? Those kids…

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You’re used to it. The silence whenever you all arrive somewhere. 

It’s always the same. 

Outside, it’s mayhem. 

People screaming things at you, how much they all love you. Journalists yelling questions in your face, girls swooning over your husband (it doesn’t annoy you as much as it used to, as you understood long ago that Bruce was somehow completely impermeable to this attention, that he only had eyes for you, quite literally). 

But when you get inside, where photographers and such are forbidden…

Complete silence for a few seconds, as people take in the “great and famous” Wayne family. As people stare at you all shamelessly. 

How handsome your sons are getting (”the oldest one, Richard, he’s legal right ?” you heard more than once), how well dressed you all are (everyone is, but you guys ? You pull it off better than any other rich fucks in this town), how perfect your family is (Haha. Hahaha. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)…There’s always a small silence, before conversations start once again, your boys go off on their own to find drinks and food, and Bruce get swarmed by tons of people that wants to talk to him. 

Years ago, you used to hate this. Because they all always ignored you. But now ? Now people want to talk to you as much as they want to talk to Bruce…Though sometimes they’re a little scared of your wits. They’re very careful not to be rude around you. Just like Damian (and Hannibal Lecter actually…though you don’t eat people), rudeness is your pet peeve. 

This time is just like any other time, except that the silence is way shorter than usual. It takes you a few seconds to register what’s going on, and when you go completely stiff in Bruce’s arms. Instantly, he gives you a worried look and do not understand what made you so tense all of a sudden, when, while it’s still supposed to be silent around, he hears the smuggest voice he ever heard in his entire life (and he spend his life around smug people…) : 

-(Y/N) !! Oh my oh my oh my, long time no see my little fox ! It’s so gooooood to see you ! 

“Who was that guy ?” is what everyone was thinking right now. How dare he interrupt this sacred few seconds of silence while they were all admiring the Waynes ? And how dare he talk to Mrs. Wayne like that, in front of her husband who was known to be a bit…territorial sometimes with her ? (After all, they witnessed countless times him kissing you passionately because someone even remotely flirted a tiny bit with you…). 

That guy…That guy was Edward Gibson. 

The only man besides Bruce with whom you had a serious relationship with. 

The only man (and hopefully he’ll always stay the only man) that broke your heart. 

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Authors Notes; Enjoy! I’m soo terribly sorry it’s so late! Hope it’s what you wanted!! 😊 Also this is a rlly rlly long post with lots of facts and photos so um ye…have fun. Tbh all this post does is just prove what a big ‘ol piece of trash i am because 95% of these facts were from memory, I typed all dis shit out guys…im fuckin dead now. These are all facts from websites that I remember, certain nicknames are not necessarily what I call them but some dso. kbye 😊 x

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