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flyingraijin · 3 years ago

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MHA Boys Catch Mineta Perving On You - Pt 3

Ft. Amajiki, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki x fem!reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, sexual assault, violence, mentions of death, swearing, Mineta hatred (I just love hating on that bitch)

Notes: Apologies its so late. This is very rushed and bad and pretty boring but I caved and wrote a part 3 to celebrate @fanficpandayt reading the first part on YouTube (go check it out)

Spoilers for Dabi’s backstory!

Part 1 Part 2

Tamaki Amajiki

Being a third-year at UA high, it had become the norm that you demanded the respect of the classmates below you.

That was just something that happened- the other students themselves seemed to understand this. You were going through the toughest hero course in the country, you were dealing with the stress of not only academics but juggling what was basically a position as a sidekick at your work-study agency and to top it all off, you were regarded as part of the UA's Big Three. There weren't many people who decided to test you.

At least, that's what you thought. Until you had the misfortune of meeting one such person.

It was the end of the day and you were dead tired. Not only had you been up until 3 am the previous morning trying to clear up a mess that had occurred during your work study, you also had exams fast approaching and the hours upon hours spent studying were weighing heavy on your shoulders.

You were, to say the least, not in the mood to deal with anyone's shit. And you would have thought anyone who saw you making your way through the school hallways would be able to tell.

Unfortunately, you just so happened to encounter someone who was not only disgusting but also incredibly stupid.

You thought you were alone in the hallway. Your boyfriend had been trailing somewhere behind you, however, he seemed to have been carried off by Mirio, leaving you to make your way back to the dorms by yourself. Your eyelids were drooping as you walked, you vision slipping in and out of focus as you put all your attention on just getting your tired and aching muscles to move.

You almost didn't notice when your skirt was suddenly pulled upwards. It was only when you heard a low whistle that your attention snapped to the feeling of an unnatural force stopping your skirt from falling as it normally did against your legs.

Instinct took over and you spun around, yanking your skirt away from whatever was grabbing it in the process. For a moment your eyes scanned the hallway, finding no one. And then…

"Nice ass."

You jumped and looked down. A boy who looked to be even less than four feet tall stood before you, a smirk you guessed was supposed to be sensual on his pig-like face.

"E-excuse me?" You asked, completely in shock over what had just happened.

The boy's grin widened. He winked at you and you were suddenly overcome with the overwhelming urge to bleach your eyes.

"I said, nice ass."

You stared at him, jaw slack with pure shock.

"I like your panties," the kid continued. "They're purple. Like my sticky balls." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You were unable to explain how the colour of your undergarments was, in fact, a running joke between you, your boyfriend and your boyfriend's best friend. You were also unable to tell this disgusting creature to shut his little mouth and remove himself before you did something that would get you expelled.

In fact, all you were able to do was stand, eyes wide and muscles limp as you wondered when the fuck had pigs been allowed to enroll in UA and if so, has one really just sexually harassed you right in the school hallway?

"It's a shame though. I would have preferred if you were wearing no panties. I'd sure like to get a look-"

Thank fuck before the kid could finish his sentence he was cut off sharply by a loud thwack!

You blinked, finally snapping out of your shock to see that a very recognizable tentacle had wrapped itself around the neck and chest of the child, lifting him into the air.

"T-Tamaki?"

You peered past your harasser to see your boyfriend, who had evidently just rounded the corner, standing at the end of the corridor.

"Hey," Tamaki replied shortly and you realised it was one of the rare occasions he'd actually sounded confident in his own voice.

The grape gasped, eyes bulging as he tried to sturggle against Tamaki's iron-grip. The older boy stepped forward.

"There's no point trying to struggle," Tamaki informed him, his usually soft eyes cold. He was staring at the younger boy as if he'd never seen anything more disgusting in his life. "My tentacles are incredibly strong and they're made of basically pure muscle. You're not going anyway."

"Tamaki," you repeated, an edge in your voice now as you continued to stare at the smaller boy. "What're you-?"

"Just… showing him something," Tamaki replied. You were sure you saw his grip on the tiny boy tighten. "I've heard about this guy from Kirishima. Apparently he's a real scumbag."

Your eyes flickered from him to his victim and back again. Your expression darkened. "You can say that again."

The initial shock of the encounter was wearing off now, leaving behind a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly you couldn't look at the boy, wanting nothing more than to curl up in bed with Tamaki and a good book. Shakily, you shuffled around so you were shielded behind your boyfriend's body.

Tamaki's gaze flickered to yours and without needing you to ask, the fingers of his free hand linked with yours

"Are you okay?" he mumbled in a low voice. "I heard what he was saying. Did he touch you?"

"He… looked under my skirt." A shiver ran up your spine as you spoke the words aloud and then you leaned forward to press your forehead to the muscles of Tamaki's back.

Tamaki squeezed your hand, reassuringly. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. Just… can we go?"

You could see Tamaki's jaw clench out of the corner of your eye. However his grip on your hand remained tight and supportive and then he was retracting his grip on your harasser, his dark eyes flashing.

"You," he spoke up so the boy could hear him from where he was cowering on the floor, coughing. "If you ever look at her again, you're getting more than just a few bruises. Scumbag."

Without another word Tamaki turned and began to lead you away from the kid. You went with him, following the feeling of his fingers in yours blindly until the pair of you had reached another empty hallway.

Then Tamaki turned and drew you into his arms.

"Ah, that was scary."

You chuckled weakly against his shoulder, allowing your eyes to slip shut as you held his body close to you. "I think he was more scared, Tamaki. Well done for being so bold."

"This isn't about me," Tamaki mumbled. Then he sighed. "Honestly I saw him talking to you like that and I couldn't… it was like suddenly I didn't care about being anxious anymore. It was weird."

You tilted your head upwards to kiss the underside of his jaw, which had him flushing pink.

"Well, I really appreciate it. Thank you."

"Of course. You're worth way more than social anxiety."

"I don't think that's how it works," you mumbled into his neck. You couldn't stop your smile though. "But thank you. I love you."

"I l-love you too," Tamaki murmured and you felt his arms tighten around you. "And I promise I'll never leave you alone like that again."

Keigo Takami / Hawks

It wasn't unusual for you to give talks at hero schools. Being in the top 10 on the hero charts, there were people all over the country scrambling to get even a second of your time. And you yourself felt it was most beneficial spending those seconds educating the future heros of the country.

Of course, the students of the UA hero course were taught by top-class heroes every day. However it wasn't often they had someone as highly commended as you coming to give them a special training session - naturally both you and the students were excited.

The training had gone smoothly, for the most part. Class 1A was definitely the most talented bunch of young heroes you'd ever seen, and despite the fact you were barely over six years older than they were, seeing them trying so hard to achieve their goals ignited a fire inside you about your own work.

The clock was ticking towards seven when you started to wrap up the class. Most of the students were still going strong, however you knew you’d be held accountable if none of them could wake up for school the next morning. With this in mind, you called everyone in the centre of the training hall for a final debrief.

“Great job everyone! You guys are improving so quickly, it’s amazing!” you grinned at them. “I’m really proud of all of you!”

The students smiled back tiredly - evidently, they were also proud of themselves.

With a final wave, you dismissed the class. “That’s it for today, you guys. Go shower and get a good night’s sleep, then we can pick up tomorrow where we left off, yeah?”

The students began to trail out of the room, talking quietly amongst themselves as they did. You watched for a moment before turning to start packing up the training centre for the night. After stacking the equipment away and doing a final sweep of the floor to make sure nothing was left behind, you made to switch off the overhead lights. However, you suddenly felt something brush across your leg that definitely was not supposed to be there.

You jumped and looked down.

“Mineta?”

The small boy smiled up at you, although his eyes weren’t on your face. “Excuse me, sensei, but I was wondering if you could help me?”

You blinked at him in surprise, trying to ignore the way your skin was crawling. “Uh, sure. What was it you needed help with?”

“Well I was havthing a litte bit of difficulty earlier.” His hand was on your leg again and you jerked away as his fingers squeezed at your thigh. “Your costume doesn’t do the best job of showing off your boobs, so I was wondering if I could get a closer look.”

Your eyes widened as his hand suddenly slid upwards and on instinct, you jumped away. “Mineta!”

“Don’t worry, sensai,” he smirked cruedly. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Mineta, that’s disgusting, I-”

Before you could finished your outburst, you heard a dark chuckle emitting from the doorway of the room.

“Well, what exactly is going on here?”

Both you and Mineta turned, you in search of the familair voice that almost instantiously helped to calm your pounding heart, and Mineta in a state of absolute fear.

It was no secret that you were dating the Number 2 hero, Hawks. Your relationship had been made public almost from the moment you got together and Keigo liked to flaunt the fact that he was with you in every way he possibly could. You were usually a little more hesitatnt - after all Keigo was the kind of hero who had screaming fans following him wherever he went and you couldn’t help but feel slightly intimidated whenever someone brought up his hugely public persona.

However, right now, you couldn’t have been more grateful about how openly possessive Keigo was with you - seeing the look of cold terror on Mineta’s face when he realised he’d been caught assaulting you by none other than your boyfriend was all worth it.

Keigo left his place leaning against the doorframe and sauntered casually into the room. His face was relaxed, an easy smile on his lips. However his eyes were slits and you could tell he was holding back the full force of his anger by the smallest thread.

“H-Hawks,” Mineta stammered, his face paper white. “W-what’re you-?”

“I was on the way to pick up my girlfriend,” Keigo told him lazily. One of his eyebrows quirked. “Although it’s not really of your place to ask that, kid. “

You retreated from Mineta and moved towards Keigo, uncocniously seeking his comfort. Keigo gave Mineta a cold smirk.

“Let me give you a piece of advice.” He leaned a little closer to Mineta, who was visibly shaking now. “Keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise, you might just end up losing them.”

Mineta looked like he was about to pee his pants.

"Keigo," you said softly and tugged at the back of his jacket. "Come on, you're scaring him."

"That's the point, Little Bird." He met your gaze and his pupils dilated immediately, wide and worried. "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner."

"It's fine." You shook your head, although the unsettled feeling in your stomach remained. "Let's just go."

"Aww, can't I keep threatening him?" Keigo pouted. You gave him a look.

"Unfortunately no. He is still my student."

"He's a fucking asshole."

"...true. But it’s not right for you to hurt him. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble over a scumbag like him." You grabbed his hand and began to pull him away in the direction of the door. "Let's just go home. We can cuddle and watch something nice."

Keigo looked at you for a second, considering your proposal. Then he shrugged. "Okay. That sounds nice." One of his hands slipped around your waist. "Let's go, little bird."

You pretended not to notice the way one of his scarlet feathers remained curling around Mineta's head as the pair of you turned and headed out of the training hall.

Pro hero!Touya / Dabi

(I couldn't make it fit with the narrative so I wrote him as pro-hero!Touya. Hope that's alright)

Most of the time, you accepted this. He'd been like this for as long as you'd known him and you respected his work ethic and dream to reach the top. However, that didn't mean that when an opportunity to get away from it all did make itself known, that you didn't snatched it up immediately.

It was incredibly rare to get free time off to spend with your boyfriend. Not only was he the son of the Endevour and a top pro-hero in his own right, he was also a chronic workaholic and opted to spend every free second he had doing his hero duties.

Today was one such exceedingly rare opportunity. Every single shift at Touya's agency was covered, every job taken care of, and to top things off, you had gotten a day off from your own work. The stars had aligned and you refused to squander your chance.

Touya had wanted to spend the day in bed, however, you had refused. Instead you dragged both him and yourself to the beach with plans to fully utilize the day you had together. And while Touya grumbled and complained, he could never say no to you and so followed you reluctantly.

The first few hours were heaven on earth. Lounging in the sun with sunscreen lathered skin, soaking up the summer heat with nothing to distract you but the smell of the sea, dragging your boyfriend into the water to mess around in the waves, dousing him with a monster splash when he wasn't looking - you couldn’t find words to describe the amount of fun you were having.

It was only once the sun began its descent that things took a turn for the worst.

From the start, you’d know it was only a matter of time before Touya was recognised. Not only was he in the Top 10 and one of the most prolific heroes alive, he was also incredibly gorgeous. The stupid man had seemed to have gotten the good genes from both his mother and father’s side and it meant that even those who didn’t already know his name would be bound to stop and stare.

Although, despite its inevitability, you couldn’t deny the fact that you got salty when it happened. Sitting back sulkily on your towell, you watched ad Touya was swarmed by fangirls and boys alike, each of them clamoring for autographs or pictures.

You knew it wasn't Touya's fault. Still, it upset you nonetheless.

That is, until your attention was turned to something else.

While your head was turned, you felt a very small, very gross hand come to rest itself on the curve of your hip. Letting out a small yelp, you jumped sideways, your head snapped round to stare in disgust at the culprit.

A small boy was kneeling in the sand next to you. He was incredibly short and had a series of purple balls for hair. He was also wearing the most hideous smirk you'd ever seen.

"Thank god, I thought he'd never leave."

You blinked at him, confused. "What?"

"Your boyfriend," the boy said, eyes flickering in Touya's direction. "He was getting in my way."

"You stared at him. "Y-your way of what?"

You didn't need his answer when his eyes dropped to stare directly at your chest and then down the rest of your body. Almost immediately you recoiled inwards, your back hunching as your body tried to fold in on itself.

"Doesn't your boyfriend touch you?" He asked the question with so much confidence it made you splutter.

'What?!"

"I bet he doesn't. I bet," the kid leaned closer. "I bet I could touch you so much better."

Your disgust was evident on your face at this point and yet you could barely move, frozen in pure shock.

What the fuck was wrong with this kid?

Before you could formulate an answer, however, a shadow loomed over you and the boy. Then a hand brushed lightly against your bare shoulder. The touch was so familiar that you relaxed instantly, although your eyes never left the pervert in front of you.

"Is there a problem here?" Touya's voice was quiet but serious and you knew that he was very much aware of the fact that there was a problem.

The boy's eggplant coloured eyes flickered up to him and he seemed to judge Touya silently for a second.

Then he said, "I could fuck your girlfriend better than you."

Both you and Touya stared at him, mouths open in shock. He didn't back down, a crude smirk curling across his lips.

"She needs some discipline. How can you let her lie around in that bathing suit? She looks like a slut."

You knew you didn't know this kid and really, his words should hold absolutely no weight. However, hearing that comment stung. Immediately you began to wrap your towel around yourself, head ducked as you blinked back tears.

Touya's firm hand on your wrist stopped you.

"First of all," your boyfriend began, his eyes still trained on the disgusting pervert in front of you. "I don't let her do shit. Because she's her own fucking person, and not my property. Second-" his voice dipped into a growl. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?"

The kid shrugged. "I’m just saying, dude. You gotta treat your women like you treat your dog-"

He was cut off by a whoosh! of hot air as Touya's hand - the one not touching you - ignited. You stared up at him, almost feeling a little scared at the look of pure white-hot fury burning in his blue eyes.

"Don't," Touya snapped a voice like getting nails, "call me ‘dude’. Do you have any idea who I fucking am, dipshit?"

Silence followed his question. For a moment you thought the kid was coming up with another snarky comment but then you turned to look at him and realised the opposite was true.

The boy's skin was practically translucent, as all the blood had drained from his face. He was staring with a kind of horrified fascination at your boyfriend's burning hand and you could practically see the puzzle pieces falling into place behind his eyes.

The fact that this kid hadn’t recogniesd Touya as Blueflame was shocking - especially considering he’d just had about twenty people chanting his name not even five minutes earlier. However, you couldn’t help but be glad. After all, if he had known who Touya was from the start, you wouldn’t gave gotten to see the look of absolute terror in his eyes.

Touya had evidently seen the kid’s expression too and the cruel smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah."

"I ...I…" the boy stammered. His entire body was trembling.

Touya tilted his head down, staring the kid directly in the eyes. "I think you'd better run now. Before I turn you to ash."

The kid took his advice and bolted immediately - you were sure you spotted tears in his eyes as he turned away and it almost made you laugh. Then you turned to look at Touya, who was watching the retreating figure of the pig with a dangerous glint in his pupils.

Without warning, you leaned up to kiss his cheek.

Touya blinked in surprise and looked down at you, his gaze softening immediately. Cocking an eyebrow, he said, “What was that for?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Protecting my dignity, I guess.”

Touya frowned. “I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Or talking about you. Like you were just some thing.” His jaw clenched. “Fucking disgusting.”

You kissed him again, if only to try soften the anger in the lines of his face. “Well, thank you. It really means a lot.”

“Mm, ‘course, baby.” Touya flopped down to sit beside you on the sand. Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back, giving you ample opportunity to card your fingers through his thick white hair. “Now come gimme cuddles. I wanna watch the sunset with you.”

Who were you to say no to that?

Tomura Shigaraki

That had been a condition from the start of this endeavor - you boyfriend could do whatever the fuck he wanted, whether it be screwing hero society, killing All Might or traumatising heros-in-training. You couldn’t give a shit. The one single rule you’d set was that you wouldn’t get roped into anything to do with UA.

Primarily because you were once a student there yourself. But also because you didn’t want the trouble of having to deal with hawking teachers and hysterical parents whenever something was done.

You’d told Tomura before, you’d told him, that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with the UA brats.

That had been your one rule. Just one.

And yet here you were, dragging a half-councious brat with purple balls for hair and dressed in that fucking UA uniform back towards the League Of Villain’s newest hiding place.

Anger was boiling inside you, anger at Tomura, at the kid and at yourself. Because how the fuck had you let yourself get in this deep?

It was all Tomura’s fault, you thought angrily as you struggled to carry the kid. If he hadn’t made you love him this much, none of this would have happened. If only he was more hateable.

(Obviously, your opinions on such matters were skewed, however, you weren’t going to admit that)

Thankfully the entrance of the newest hiding spot was just a few metres away at this point and it took only a few more huffing steps to haul the bound-up kid through the doorframe.

Once the door had swung shut behind you, you allowed your grip on the UA student to slip and sent him tumbling to the ground, still barely conscious. Heaving a heavy sigh, you stumbled further into the room and collapsed on a chair. Letting your head hang back, you closed your eyes and let out a long sigh.

All was quiet for a moment, save for the faint sound of your own breathing.

Then your captive shifted and groaned.

You were tempted to knock him out again immediately. However every muscle in your body was aching from dragging the fucking child for at least five kilometers, and so you decided against it.

What the fuck could the kid get up to all tied up like that anyway?

"Boobs."

Your head jerked upwards, eyes snapping open immediately.

"Huh?"

The UA student was awake, though groggy, and was staring up at you with wide eyes.

"You have nice boobs."

You stared at him. "I'm sorry… what?"

The kid shrugged.

You leaned forward in your seat, annoyance beginning to bubble beneath your skin. "Did you really just say what I thought you did?"

The kid shrugged again. "Yeah. You have nice boobs."

"What the fuck?!!" You stared at him. "Do you even know where you are right now?"

The kid looked around, eyes still dull and groggy. For a moment he seemed unbothered by the fact that he was sitting smack bang in the centre of a League of Villains base. Then the realisation sank in.

"Waaaaaaahahhhhh! What am I doing hereeeeeeee?" Thick tears began to well up in his eyes as he shrieked. The look of fear on his face was almost pathetic and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you slid from your seat and went to crouch down before him.

"God, could you shut up?" you grumbled, pulling at the gag that you'd had in your pocket. "You're going to wake up the entire hou-!"

You froze.

The boy had lurched forward, whether intentionally or not, and had slumped against you. Usually, you'd be upset by the amount of snot and tears he had running down his face and how that was probably being transferred to you now.

However, this time you were more distracted by the way the kid had pressed his face right between your boobs. For a second you thought that maybe he’d passed out again. But then, suddenly, his entire body shuddered and he let out a sigh that had your skin crawling.

"Hey, baby, I heard someone yelling. What's going-"

You looked up as a third voice spoke for a moment and then cut itself off as the door that led to the bedrooms opened.

Tomura stood in the doorframe, one hand raised in the action to, you assume, rub at his eyes. However he froze as soon as his gaze fell on the scene before him.

For a long moment, the pair of you looked at each other, both frozen by the fact that some child currently had his face buried in your cleavage.

Then Tomura straightened, allowing his arm to fall back to his side. "What the fuck is going on?"

You opened your mouth, ready to explain, when the boy sturred. You thought he was going to push himself away but he did quite the opposite. One of his hands slid upwards and then your eyes shot wide as he gave your breast a harsh squeeze.

Everything seemed to happen at once. You recoiled with a yelp, not expected his sudden assaultt. Tomura lurched forward, an angry hiss escaping him. And the kid let out a long, gurgling whimper that sounded horrifyingly like a moan.

"Ah fuck! Get off me!" You shrieked, delivering a hard slap to the boy's face. The force sent him reeling backwards, finally rolling off you. But it was too late and you skin was already crawling.

"You little brat!" Tomura had reached your side by now. "You disgusting little-"

He was cut off by a loud squeal. The kid had been slapped from his daze and, without the distraction of your chest, had been reduced to a trembling, sniffling, snot-covered disgusting mess once again.

Tomura stared at him. Then he looked at you. You shrugged in reply.

"Waaaaaaaahhhh," the boy continued to cry, Loud and obnoxiously enough to have a vein in Tomura's forehead twitching. He scowled at you.

"Why did you have to get the most useless of all those brats?"

You glared at him. "What the fuck, you were the one who told me to?!" you hissed in anger. Shivers ran up your spine. "Do you think I like getting sexually assaulted, Tomura?"

Tomura blinked. Then his expression softened a little and a flash of guilt crossed his face.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He reached out to smooth down a strand of your hair with two fingers. "He's just so… ngh, he makes me itchy."

"He makes me sick," you mumbled and hugged your arms against your chest. "Can we just kill him?"

"Let's leave him for Dabi to find. That guy is pretty disgusting looking, hopefully, the brat will die of shock when he sees him." He held out a hand to you and tugged you to your feet. Then he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

Turning to look at the wailing student, Tomura sniffed. "Can you shut your mouth? Otherwise, I'll dust you, and I don't feel like having to go find another brat right now."

The student did shut up. Closing his mouth, he stared at you and your boyfriend. Tomura flipped him off. "Stop looking at her, you nasty brat." Then he began to lead you back in the direction of the bedrooms.

You glanced back at the boy, a little worried."Are you sure it's okay to leave him here by himself?"

"Yeah yeah, he's tied up. Where’s he gonna go?" Tomura tugged you a little harder. "Now come on, let's go play Minecraft."

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bt-writing · 3 years ago

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Windblume Confession

Diluc x gn!Reader

A/N: i feel so bad posting this with inazuma and all the new content... no one cares abt the windblume festival rn its 2.0 lolol. i wrote this during the windblume festival and thought i’d also share it on here. windblume plot doesn’t really have that much to do with the story itself so its whatever

warnings: cringe... but none

SFW

word count: 1.3k

summary: You fall victim to venti's schemes and are now on your way to confess to Diluc.

"Oh, Barbatos, I can't do this. This was stupid to begin with."

Your heart felt tight in your chest as you walked. Clammy hands fiddled around a bouquet of freshly picked small lamp grass. The blue petals were illuminated in the moonlight that shined down on Mondstadt. Small lamp grass always had a gentle, refreshing floral scent when it was picked, but you did not feel refreshed in the slightest. In fact, you were more than ready to throw up.

The Windblume Festival in Mondstadt was the designated time of year for romantic endeavors and confessions to occur. It was a time of independence, freedom, and love for the city. You planned to spend this year enjoying the culture and activities offered, but the Archons seemed to have other divine plans for you instead. The Archon, Barbatos, to be specific.

In order to make some quick cash for alcohol, Venti had been offering romantic poetry lessons to the citizens wishing to convey their feelings to their sweetheart or lover-to-be. You had no intentions of partaking in the romantic side of the festival, but a certain Cavalry Captain had managed to get you involved. Venti wanted wine from Kaeya, who would procure it from Diluc. Kaeya was unsure if he would actually be able to get the "payment" from Diluc, so he snitched on your feelings for the bartender to Venti.

Venti saw your struggle as potential—for more wine, that is. He decided to kill two birds with one stone, and now you were on your way to confess your love to the Dawn Winery's tycoon himself. Of course, part of you was doing this willingly.

It's become almost painful to be around Diluc lately. Your thoughts always became distracted when you were around him, and you're unable to focus during work and commissions at times due to thinking about him. He sent butterflies swarming into your stomach just from meeting his eyes, and his fire wasn't needed to make your cheeks flare red from heat. It was embarrassing how much of a wreck he made you.

You figured that finally confessing your feelings to Diluc was for the best, and maybe this push from Venti was exactly what you needed to get over him. There really was no harm in confessing. Having a crush on someone was akin to complimenting them. It meant you respected and admired them as a person. The only down side to confessing was the chance of rejection, which could put a strain on your relationship with Diluc and make things tense. Diluc was known to have antisocial tendencies, so maybe he would feel too awkward every time he saw you and end up avoiding you entirely.

But, it was too late to let that wonderful pep talk steer you away from your destination himself. Diluc had walked out of the Angel's Share bar and locked the door. He turned around and found your eyes staring at his. It had obviously been a busy night at the bar, as Diluc only ever put his beautiful hair in a high ponytail on busy nights. The moon's soft luminescence served to highlight the light flush on his cheeks. Diluc's smile was gentle and warm as he raised a gloved hand to greet you.

That kind smile felt like an arrow being shot into your stomach, causing you to inhale sharply. There was no turning back now. You softly cradled the bouquet to your chest with one arm, and raised the other arm to return his greeting. Reluctantly, your legs slowly began to make their way towards him.

"What are you doing out this late, (Y/N)?" Diluc questioned. His eyes glanced over the bouquet you carried, but refrained from asking anything about it. You bit the inside of your cheek for a second, thinking about the words you would use to end your favorite friendship. You took in a deep breath.

"I came to talk to you about something, actually. Do you have a few minutes to spare? I know it's pretty late."

"I do. What do you need?" He stood looking down at you. Your body was hot and fidgety under his gaze. It wasn't even an option to continue looking at his expecting eyes, so you settled on giving your speech to his boots.

"Diluc... I know you're a busy man with a large burden put on your shoulders. I see how hard you work for the winery, and you're always so diligent." You nervously played with the parchment wrapping around the bouquet you held. "You take care of everything almost effortlessly, but I know you probably put a lot of stress on yourself to make it seem that way, and I really respect you for it. I respect how you treat your workers with kindness and put their needs above yours... You have such a kind heart to everyone, including me. For as long as I've known you, I've always seen you put others before yourself, like staying out late and putting yourself at risk for the sake of Mondstadt." You paused for a second to breathe deeply, the heavy silence quickly scaring you back into talking.

"I really do...think very highly of you." Your cheeks hurt from how hot they were. "But, the more I got to know you, I recognized other things about you. You have every reason to be cold and spiteful, yet you continue to have the most loving heart out of anyone I've met. You're selfless and brave, and you never expect anyone to thank you. Lately, I'm unable to focus around you anymore. Whenever I'm with you, I feel so giddy that I don't know what to do with myself. You make me feel so safe and happy, no matter where we are or what we're doing. With every moment I spend with you, Diluc, I just...

"I realize how in love with you I am!"

It was terribly quiet now, and your heart was beating so fast that you expected to start seeing dots any second. You had said your feelings to Diluc, and there was no going back. You expected an awkward cutoff at some point to save you from the embarrassment of an unreciprocating rejection, or at least a quick, curt response, but neither seemed to come. Some time had passed after your confession, so you decided to look up at Diluc's face.

When you met Diluc's scarlet eyes, you immediately saw the dark red blush that covered the poor man's surprised face. If you didn't feel that exact same heat on your own face, you probably would have thought it was the cutest thing in the entire world. Your own eyes stared into his bright red ones for what felt like an eternity, until he finally opened his mouth to respond. "You sure know how to catch me off-guard, (Y/N)." He chuckled softly, his words doing nothing to dismiss the rocks settling in your stomach. It felt like you would die if he didn't give you a proper response soon.

Diluc stepped towards you, quickly closing the distance between your bodies. He leaned down and brought his hand up to your hair, brushing it back. Soft lips pressed gently against your forehead and another hand moved to cup the side of your jaw. Your eyes went wide and your mouth opened slightly in surprise. Diluc removed his lips and stood up straight, taking your hand in his and tracing your knuckles with his thumb.

"I'm sorry I made you confess first, (Y/N)… I've shared your feelings for a long time. Hearing you say those words—I genuinely thought I was in a dream." His sweet laugh fell out of from his lips once again. This time, instead of making you feel heavy, you decided it was your new favorite sound—one that made you feel light and free. His laugh was the perfect sound for the Windblume Festival.

#diluc ragvindr #diluc #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #sfw #gn!reader #im sorry for the cringe confession lolol #who cares about the windblume festival right now... seriously...#my writing

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hey kinda heavy ace attorney question ig but I agree with you on many things about aa and feel like you have a good understanding of Phoenix and Trucy so I really wanna ask. How do you think the creation of the bloody ace was handled? I’ve seen the idea that Trucy took matters into her own hands and made it as a failsafe without his knowledge, and that he then covered for her, but if that were the case I wonder how he knew about it and planned around it at his trial. I’ve also seen the idea that he made it himself, but gave it to her for delivery to Apollo; which maybe seems the most apparent but I really dislike it because…. It means he uses her to deliver forged evidence. In much the same way he was given the diary page, really. it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve also seen some people suggest that he made it but only gave it to her for use at her discretion, which does give some agency back to her but I also question whether Phoenix would be right in placing that on her shoulders and making it her responsibility. Sorry this expanded into a ridiculously long ask but I really am curious about your take on it?

eoooh yes yes yes i love talking about phoenix and trucy lets goooooo. i actually have a scene from my (still pretty rough and probably never to be finished) wip longfic covering this scene, which ill sick below the cut, but i'll just give my generic thoughts here first.

i think phoenix asked her to do it. trucy having enough detailed knowledge of the crime scene and the events leading up to it and the actual mechanical operation of trials that would be required in order to come up with this plan just doesn't make any sense to me. phoenix is really the only one who could have theoretically concocted this particular move. but since he was presumably held in the detention center until trial, trucy is from there really the only person who could have actually done the thing.

phoenix and trucy are pretty notoriously codependent; i'm headachey and melting from the heat today so rather than doing what i normally do and trawling the wiki to find the quotes that back me up on broadstrokes statements like these so i'm just gonna pull a 'dude just trust me' moment here. the fact that she helps take care of her daddy is a point of pride for her. i don't think it strips trucy of any agency for this to be phoenix's decision because it's not like trucy spends her whole life (or even the entire game) blindly following other peoples orders. her (and phoenix's ) priority at the beginning of aa4 is each other and their own wellbeing, and the decisions they have to make in turnabout trump are indicative of that.

yes, it echoes her bringing the forged evidence to phoenix 7 years ago, but it's more of an inversion/reversal (one might even say a turnabout) than a repetition of past mistakes. in the past she was an unwilling pawn in someone else's plan where her life was collateral, now she's an active and conscious participant in the plan of someone she cares about that she's doing to protect the life she and phoenix have built for themselves. She's not being forced to do it, but i don't think there's any world where she would have said no either. she and phoenix are the most important thing in the world to each other. in their own words, if one of them falls, they both fall.

was it right of phoenix to ask this of her? was it okay for him to do this to apollo, too? obviously it's not a good thing. but it was his only option at that moment. phoenix found himself in a very difficult situation. as an attorney he promised himself to the truth, and that was the principle he lived by, but as a father what he lives by is the promise he made to trucy to never disappear on her. at that moment phoenix did what he had to do to make sure the trial ended the way he needed it to. truth had to take a backseat. his priorities have shifted.

i've also spoken before at length about how i don't think phoenix was plotting against kristoph in the longterm, at least not to the degree which popular fanon seems to agree upon. so really everything he did in turnabout trump was phoenix being backed into a corner using every tool at his disposal to try and snatch victory out of the jaws of defeat. was it right of him to get trucy involved? it's no worse than bringing 8 year old pearl along to crime scenes because he needed her channeling skills. phoenix cares about people deeply but he isn't capable of shielding them from all the harm the world has to offer, and he knows he isn't. half of his capability comes from his shrewdness and willingness and ability to take help when he can get it because he knows, even if its a strain in a short term, he's fighting battles that need to be won at any cost. if that makes any sense

anyway heres the little scene i wrote below the cut.

---------- APRIL 17TH, 2026 DETENTION CENTER VISITOR’S ROOM ----------

Trucy shows up on the dot as visiting hours begin. It’s funny, she thinks. The last time she did this she had a different daddy altogether. Only it really isn’t particularly funny at all, is the thing about it, and she’s going to have quite a few stern words for the man when he gets home.

She picks up the phone on one side of the pane of bulletproof glass and he grabs the other.

“Daddy,” she huffs. “You promised me you’d stay out of trouble.”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, Truce.” He puts on an easy smile as he says it, and he uses the same affected tone of voice she had used to start the conversation off. Affected. Cautious, in the sense that it’s levity is entirely manufactured. A performance.

It had been like that between them for real at the beginning, both of them still unsure of each other, pantomiming something resembling a sitcom and playing the real feeling filled in as it went. Thankfully, it did, but the theatrics still lend themselves better to specific conversation.

“Well, if you’re sorry, I suppose I can forgive you! But this isn’t going to look good on your employee review, y’know. I’ll have to bring it up with HR.”

“I’m sure Charley can find it in his heart to forgive me, too.”

“He’s a gentle soul.�� She nods.

“You should come watch the trial on Monday, I think it’d be good for you to see.”

“Oh? And why’s that?” Trucy doesn’t like the courthouse. Daddy knows that. She never comes when he goes to use the library there. She also hates, hates the idea of watching her daddy sit in the defendant’s chair not knowing if he’s ever going to come home again. He knows that too.

“Well, there are always interesting things to learn during a court trial. Plus, having you there would help me out a lot!” I need you to do something for me. She reads through the tone into his words’ real meaning. Her stomach clenches. A favor he can’t just outright ask for, not over the phone in the detention center, where every word would be recorded.

“Oh, daddy, no! I’m a magician, not a lawyer, although I understand the confusion.” She drapes a hand over her eyes in faux anguish. “I simply couldn’t, it isn’t my stage.”

“I disagree. I think it’s a perfect stage. Lawyers need cheering up too, you know! Back when I was a lawyer, I used to get really stressed out during cases like these. I bet one of your tricks would do the job.”

“Well what sort of trick do you want me to do?”

“Do you remember the first trick you ever did for me? It was the day we met, at the courthouse. You pulled a piece of paper out of your hat and gave it to me.”

“Yes,” she chirps, forcing a vibrant bubble into her voice. It feels like a pile of rocks in her gut and her pulse starts to quicken. “Of course I remember!”

“I bet if you did that trick again, it’d cheer up the whole courtroom! I bet I’d win my case in a heartbeat.”

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Her legs feel like jelly by the time the bus drops her off at the stop near the office. Daddy had kept on like that, loaded phrasing and a lopsided smile as he laced vapid banter with instructions. With warnings. She walks into the storage closet and grabs a deck of cards - one of his, the same style they use at the club, not hers for her tricks. Abruptly, she has a moment of panic as she realizes she’s not even sure what color she’s supposed to use, but then, just as fast, she forces her head clear and just grabs one of each.

They’re unopened. This makes it a cinch to find the card she’s looking for. Her stomach flips.

The worst part isn’t even what she’s doing. The worst part is that she’s doing it at all. Daddy knows well what this situation is making her feel and he’s asking her to do it anyway.

The only explanation left: he’s completely out of options.

She pulls her gloves off and grabs a needle from her sewing supplies. She pricks her finger, and lets a drop fall onto each ace.

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#ace attorney #i literally love them os much theyre perfect #daddy and daughter of all time

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fuseboxspoilers · 3 years ago

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ep. 42

there were some parts that it was hard to decipher but i'm pretty sure i got it somewhat organized :)

NARRATOR: Previously on Love Island...

The one-man wrecking ball known as Dylan came hurtling through the Villa.

Relationships were tested and foundations were shaken...

PLAYER: You've done everything you could to break [?] and me up!

And though Dylan tried his hardest to rock the boat Y/N and [?] managed to weather his storm. And though Y/N and [?] were able to get past their differences it couldn't last...

And in the end one couple couldn't take the pressure.

If didn’t break up at first but didn’t recouple

PLAYER: I want to couple up with [?].

We also said goodbye to two unlucky Islanders.

If Youcef left

YOUCEF: Smell ya later.

If Valentina left

VALENTINA: Bye.

Tonight...

The remaining Islanders settle in for the final...

[?]: It's good to have a day like this... no stress just... good vibes.

And our Islanders get some much-needed RnR.

But with the final fast approaching not everyone can stick around forever...

If coupled with Oliver

Oliver does laps in the pool as you sit on its edge watching him

As he does his strokes his muscles bulge from the effort.

When he surfaces next to you to catch his breath there's a smirk on his face.

OLIVER: Enjoying the show?

PLAYER: There's a show? I was just enjoying the lovely sunshine.

He chuckles at that wiping stray wet hairs from his face to look at you properly.

OLIVER: I love the water. The pool is not like the ocean back home but it's something. If you want to I'd love to take you surfing when we're out of here.

PLAYER THINKING: Oliver wants to take me surfing...

I'd love that

I don't know if I can

You're so attractive when you swim...

Choice: I’d love that

OLIVER: Sounds like a date then. Don't worry we'll take it slow. I'll show you the ropes.

Choice: I don’t know if I can

OLIVER: Don't worry we'll take it slow. I'll show you the ropes.

Choice: You're so attractive when you swim...

PLAYER: Sorry just thinking aloud.

He laughs loudly splashing the water around him slightly.

OLIVER: Well thank you for the compliment. I do love how bubbly and fun you are sometimes.

OLIVER: But like I was saying... If you're interested it's a lot of fun. My last girlfriend wasn't that into it and I missed this year's surfing season because of coming in here. There's a surfing-shaped hole in my heart at the moment is what I'm saying.

PLAYER: Isn't the water like freezing down there though?

OLIVER: Not if you go at the right time. And you get used to it after a while anyway. Don't get me wrong this pool is a luxury in comparison. It's always warm and calm. And yet... no waves no salt. It's just not the same.

He gestures to the still water around him.

PLAYER: I take it you miss home then?

OLIVER: Just sometimes. But I'm also happy to be here... with you.

PLAYER THINKING: Oliver's happy to be here with me...

You're not the only one

I can't wait to be somewhere else with you

It's not too bad

Choice: You’re not the only one

Choice: I can’t wait to be somewhere else with you

Choice: It's not too bad

Oliver brushes his wet hair away from his eyes.

He regards you with a knowing smile.

OLIVER: I've probably done enough for today anyway.

Slowly but deliberately, he climbs out of the pool to sit beside you.

Dripping with water his thick shoulder muscles shine brightly in the midday sun as you watch.

OLIVER: I know it's not been very long. But I like to think that I know when something is right for me.

PLAYER THINKING: Oliver knows when something's right for him...

Me too

I'm clueless

Am I right for you?

Choice: Me too

OLIVER: I'm very glad to hear it.

He smiles warmly.

Choice:

OLIVER: There's nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it takes a while to figure things out.

He looks you straight in the eyes.

Choice:

OLIVER: I think so yes. t's not been long but I think we might have something. Falling fast is tricky. I've been hurt by it before. But I don't think it will be a problem this time.

OLIVER: Coming in late I knew I'd have to find someone that clicked with me right away or I'd be out the door. I'm just glad it actually happened.

He laces his fingers delicately between yours.

PLAYER: When did you know that you had feelings for me?

OLIVER: On the date for sure. Not that I didn't love meeting you in that little box of course. But that was just a bit of fun.

OLIVER: I think when I got to really talk to you up in the trees... that's when I realised you were special.

OLIVER: What about you? If you don't mind me asking of course.

PLAYER THINKING: When did I start feeling things for Oliver?

It was love at first sight

On the date

After Dylan happened

Actually I'd rather not say

Choice: It was love at first sight

If snuck into his box

PLAYER: From the moment I found you inside that box I know you were the one for me.

If not

PLAYER: From the moment I saw you step out of that silly box I knew you were the one for me.

He laughs heartily.

OLIVER: That quick then? Not that I can complain.

Choice: On the date

PLAYER: I really enjoyed that date. That's when I felt the spark.

OLIVER: Good to know we're on the same page.

Choice: after Dylan happened

PLAYER: I really appreciated the support you gave me when I really needed it.

OLIVER: I'm sorry all of that happened. He didn't respect you at all. I want you to know I won't ever treat you like that.

Choice: I’d rather not say

OLIVER: That's fine. I'm just happy we're here now.

If coupled with Will

You and Will are enjoying a lazy afternoon in the sun.

He sits with his hat over his face his arms drooping from the lounger.

WILL: It's so hot...

PLAYER: You're telling me.

WILL: This is the kind of weather that makes me want to just melt out of existence.

PLAYER: Huh?

WILL: It's too hot to do anything. I just want to float away. I want nature to absorb me. Becoming a tree would be nice.

PLAYER: Do you want to like move into the shade?

He waves a lazy hand at you.

WILL: Can't be bothered. I'd rather not move.

PLAYER: If you're sure.

A moment later he perks up removing the sunhat from his face.

WILL: Er actually... Do you need anything? Water refill snack or something? I'm trying to be like more attentive and everything.

PLAYER THINKING: Will's asking if I need anything...

Water me please

Snacks!

I'm good

Choice: Water me please

Choice: Snacks!

He gives you a sincere smile before lifting himself slowly up from the sun lounger.

WILL: Sure thing.

He disappears into the Villa then returns a few minutes later.

WILL: Here.

PLAYER: Wow I'm impressed. You didn't get distracted by anything.

WILL: Well, I did have a sudden thought that I'd like to paint a mural on one of these Villa walls but other than that...

Choice: I’m good

WILL: No worries then.

PLAYER: But thanks for asking.

He gives you a small but noticeable smile.

WILL: Let me know if you change your mind.

A few more minutes of silence pass before Will speaks abruptly.

WILL: You know I've been thinking about how fun it would be to paint a mural on one of the Villa's walls.

PLAYER: A mural?

WILL: Mhm...

PLAYER: What would you put on it?

WILL: I'm not sure. Something abstract to represent my time here. It's certainly been a rollercoaster all in all. Maybe I should just paint a rollercoaster.

PLAYER: It's definitely not been the smoothest of journeys...

WILL: How long has it been now since we met anyway? Because it feels like years honestly. Remember that big dinner we had? We were so different back then.

PLAYER: I remember a certain someone burning his fishcakes.

WILL: Yes! Kobi! The poor guy. I haven't thought about him in a while either. Hope he's doing alright out there.

PLAYER THINKING: Kobi left the Villa a while ago...

I hope he's doing well too

He didn't have the best luck

I wish I could've coupled with him

Choice: I hope he's doing well too

WILL: Absolutely. It'll be good to meet up with him eventually if we get the chance.

Choice: He didn't have the best luck

WILL: He really didn't. First Lexi then getting dumped.

PLAYER: It was a rough time. I hope he has better luck dating in the real world now he's semi-famous.

WILL: True! Maybe that'll help.

Choice: I wish I could've coupled with him

WILL gives you a sideways glance.

PLAYER: I mean back then. It's old history now of course.

WILL: Yeah, I get it.

A silence lingers over you both as you ponder old friends and days gone by.

WILL: For what it's worth I'm glad we made it this far. It feels like we've got real history in here. That's got to count for something right?

PLAYER: For sure.

WILL: I will say... It might have taken us a long time to find each other but I'm glad we did.

PLAYER: Better late than never eh?

WILL: Exactly. I feel like a fool for not coupling up with you sooner. But we're here now.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

If you didn’t coupled up with Will before Dylan

WILL: It's weird... I didn't think I'd end up with you. For a while I thought you and [?] were going to go the distance. But now we're here I'm pretty happy about it.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

If coupled with Youcef

You and Youcef are in the dressing room putting the finishing touches on your make-up after a long lie in.

YOUCEF: Ah one moment chérie... And... voilà!

PLAYER: How do I look?

YOUCEF: Absolutely... super

He does a chef's kiss.

His guttural R-sound makes you shiver.

YOUCEF: Have I ever told you what a fabulous model you would make?

PLAYER: I don't think so...

YOUCEF: Ah darling with you by my side... The two of us could light up the world.

PLAYER THINKING: Youcef says we could light up the world...

Let's do it

That's dramatic

You're not going to be tempted by other girls?

Choice: Let's do it

Choice: That's dramatic

He shrugs.

YOUCEF: I have a flair for the dramatic. You should know this by now.

Choice: You’re not going to be tempted by other girls?

He shakes his head.

YOUCEF: No. It may take me a while to find what I am looking for. I'm terribly picky. But when I find it...

He serves you a wicked smile.

YOUCEF: But first we must win eh?

PLAYER: You sound sure of yourself.

YOUCEF: When am I not? I'm not a man of half-measures am I?

PLAYER THINKING: Youcef's confident about our chances...

I'm confident too

It's in the public's hands now

Don't be too cocky

Choice: I'm confident too

YOUCEF: As you should be. You're a stunning individual Y/N. I wouldn't be with you otherwise.

Choice: It's in the public's hands now

YOUCEF: Absolutely. And I'm certain they'll see us for the winning couple we are.

Choice: It's in the public's hands now

PLAYER: Pride cometh before the fall and all that.

YOUCEF: Ah there's no sense being so careful in my opinion. It will just make it harder for the public to believe in us. It's been a long and sometimes difficult journey for us to get this point don't you think? I think the people will admire us for that.

PLAYER: I hope so.

YOUCEF: How long has it been now since we met anyway? Because it feels like years honestly. Remember that big dinner we had? We were so different back then.

PLAYER: I remember a certain someone burning his fishcakes.

YOUCEF: Yes! Kobi! The poor guy. I haven't thought about him in a while either. Hope he's doing alright out there.

PLAYER THINKING: Kobi left the Villa a while ago...

I hope he's doing well too

He didn't have the best luck

I wish I could've coupled with him

Same dialogue as this conversation with Will

YOUCEF: For what it's worth I'm glad we made it this far. It feels like we've got real history in here. That's got to count for something right?

PLAYER: For sure.

YOUCEF: I will say... It might have taken us a long time to find each other but I'm glad we did.

PLAYER: Better late than never eh?

YOUCEF: Exactly. I feel like a fool for not coupling up with you sooner. But we're here now.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

YOUCEF: It's weird... I didn't think I'd end up with you. For a while I thought you and [?] were going to go the distance. But now we're here I'm pretty happy about it.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

If coupled with Angie

You and Angie are up on the roof terrace enjoying the gentle breeze.

ANGIE: I love how quiet it is up here. It's nice to just hang out without worrying about someone walking over every few seconds. One of the only places round here where you can get some privacy.

PLAYER: Not to mention this was where we... you know.

Angie's skin flushes.

ANGIE: I remember. How could I forget?

PLAYER THINKING: Our first kiss was on the roof terrace...

I wish it'd happened sooner

You're so cute when you're embarrassed

Was that your first kiss with a girl?

Choice: I wish it'd happened sooner

ANGIE: Yeah... me too. If I'd've realised earlier what I was feeling and I'd been more confident...

PLAYER: But the important thing is that we got here right?

ANGIE: One hundred percent.

Choice: You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed

She narrows her eyes.

ANGIE (angry): Remember what I said before. I will fight you with this pillow.

PLAYER: Don't threaten me with a good time babe.

Choice: Was that your first kiss with a girl?

She pauses.

ANGIE: Oh yeah. I thought that was obvious to be honest. I'd never even thought about it before. Not for long anyway.

She sighs wistfully.

ANGIE: You know this already but... You just make me feel things that I didn't know I could feel. I don't think I've ever had a crush like you since I was a kid. It's so strange. I'm not used to it.

PLAYER: Maybe you never felt much attachment before because you were... barking up the wrong tree so to speak?

ANGIE: Ugh what a thing to grapple with. But it's totally possible. And now... what? Does this mean I'm gay? Bi? Something else?

PLAYER THINKING: Angie's thinking about her identity...

You're whatever you want to be

One step at a time

You don't need to know

Choice: You’re whatever you want to be

Choice: One step at a time

Choice: You don’t need to know

She gives you a shy smile.

ANGIE: Yeah, you're right.

PLAYER: You've definitely had a long journey in here. Something like that can change you a lot.

ANGIE: It's really been a wild time huh?

PLAYER: You could say that.

ANGIE: How long has it been now since we met anyway? Because it feels like years honestly. Remember that big dinner we had? We were so different back then.

PLAYER: I remember a certain someone burning his fishcakes.

ANGIE: Yes! Kobi! The poor guy. I haven't thought about him in a while either. Hope he's doing alright out there.

PLAYER THINKING: Kobi left the Villa a while ago...

I hope he's doing well too

He didn't have the best luck

I wish I could've coupled with him

Same dialogue

ANGIE: For what it's worth I'm glad we made it this far. It feels like we've got real history in here. That's got to count for something right?

PLAYER: For sure.

ANGIE: I will say... It might have taken us a long time to find each other but I'm glad we did.

PLAYER: Better late than never eh?

ANGIE: Exactly. I feel like a fool for not coupling up with you sooner. But we're here now.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

ANGIE: It's weird... I didn't think I'd end up with you. For a while I thought you and [?] were going to go the distance. But now we're here I'm pretty happy about it.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

If coupled with Bruno

You and Bruno are idling in the gym.

He's lifting weights while you watch from a beanbag.

BRUNO: How many am I on now?

You look up at him suddenly realising you hadn't been paying attention.

PLAYER: Um four?

BRUNO: ... Hundred?

PLAYER: I highly doubt that.

He tuts.

BRUNO: Don't underestimate my power.

PLAYER: Was that... Clash of the Cosmos? Since when were you into that?

BRUNO: Many secrets I have. Share them with you I will not.

You roll your eyes.

PLAYER: You're such a clown.

He cackles still doing a jaunty exercise as he talks.

BRUNO: And don't you love it?

PLAYER THINKING: Bruno's antics...

Never change you utter banana

I hope it doesn't get old

I can't wait to come to your packed gigs

Choice: Never change you utter banana

BRUNO: You can talk little Miss Banana!

If wore banana suit

BRUNO: I should've known from the moment you walked on your first day wearing that thing that we'd be together at the end.

PLAYER: And now you're stuck with me.

BRUNO: I can think of worse fates.

PLAYER: Like having to sit through one of your gigs?

BRUNO: Oi you!

Choice: I hope it doesn’t get old

BRUNO: Don't worry I won't. I'll just update the jokes as time goes on. Gotta keep my material fresh if I'm gonna make it one day.

PLAYER: I don't want to ever get tired of your silliness. It'll be like losing our mojo.

BRUNO: Then I'll make sure never to get stale won't I?

Choice: I can’t wait to come to your packed gigs

He beams at you.

BRUNO: I can't wait for you to come. I'll look for you in the crowd so I can feel better. You'll be like my support animal.

PLAYER: Animal?

BRUNO: You know what I mean!

He gives you one more sly smile before going back to his exercise for a bit.

BRUNO: Hey... you know I figure I should ask...

PLAYER: What is it?

BRUNO: How would you feel if I mentioned you in my material? You're a big inspiration for me no lie. And I figure it's something lots of comedians do. But I know not everyone would be comfortable with that necessarily.

PLAYER THINKING: Would I be comfortable if Bruno wrote comedy about me?

I'd love that!

Not on your life

As long as it's flattering

Choice: I'd love that!

His face lights up.

BRUNO: Nice! I've been thinking about it already I have to say.

PLAYER: Oh really? You come up with anything good?

BRUNO: Nothing I want to share just yet...

Choice: Not on your life

PLAYER: Sorry but that's not something I want to be a part of.

BRUNO: Nah it's OK. I totally understand. And anyway relationship jokes are so last decade. It's all about existential comedy these days.

Choice: As long as it's flattering

PLAYER: None of that denigrating stuff about the ball and chain' or anything.

BRUNO: I wouldn't dare don't worry. Any jokes involving you will be about how ironic it is that a guy as silly as me ended up with someone as amazing as you.

You roll your eyes but you can tell he's earnest.

A small smile forms on your lips.

He suddenly turns back to his dumbbells a look of confusion on his face.

BRUNO: Um... I think I've lost count again.

PLAYER: Of course you did. Start again?

BRUNO: Probably time for a break to be honest.

He sets the dumbbells down and dabs himself with a towel.

The sweat glistens on his skin.

BRUNO: It's really been a wild time huh?

PLAYER: You could say that.

BRUNO: How long has it been now since we met anyway? Because it feels like years honestly. Remember that big dinner we had? We were so different back then.

PLAYER: I remember a certain someone burning his fishcakes.

BRUNO: Yes! Kobi! The poor guy. I haven't thought about him in a while either. Hope he's doing alright out there.

PLAYER THINKING: Kobi left the Villa a while ago...

I hope he's doing well too

He didn't have the best luck

I wish I could've coupled with him

Same dialogue

BRUNO: For what it's worth I'm glad we made it this far. It feels like we've got real history in here. That's got to count for something right?

PLAYER: For sure.

BRUNO: I will say... It might have taken us a long time to find each other but I'm glad we did.

PLAYER: Better late than never eh?

BRUNO: Exactly. I feel like a fool for not coupling up with you sooner. But we're here now.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

BRUNO: It's weird... I didn't think I'd end up with you. For a while I thought you and [?] were going to go the distance. But now we're here I'm pretty happy about it.

PLAYER: And that's what matters.

If coupled with James

You and James are lying side by side on the daybed.

He has a notepad which he's using to scribble notes in from time to time.

When he's thinking you notice him squinting and furrowing his brow.

PLAYER: Have I ever told you how cute you are when you do that?

JAMES: Huh? Do what?

PLAYER: That thinking face you have! It's adorable!

JAMES: I have one of those? Why didn't you tell me before? Now I'm gonna be all self-conscious about it.

Despite his words he laughs and seems at ease.

PLAYER: Don't worry I promise you it's cute.

JAMES: I'll take your word for it.

PLAYER: What are you working on anyway?

JAMES: Ah just some notes for this novel. I'm struggling a bit not gonna lie.

PLAYER: Want me to take a look?

JAMES: Sure, it can't hurt!

He hands you some ruffled notes.

Jacob falls for her because of her good nature needs some kind of impetus figure out what happened to tilly regency ball? sexy spy subplot??? Y/N comes in during finale only

PLAYER THINKING: James's notes...

I don't understand any of this

I like the sexy spy subplot idea

Did you name a character after me?

Choice: I don't understand any of this

He chuckles taking back the paper.

JAMES: Yeah it's sort of written in a way only I really know what I'm talking about. It's fine I'll figure it out.

Choice: I like the sexy spy subplot idea

He chuckles taking the paper back from you.

JAMES: I thought you might. It's just a silly idea at the moment but who knows? I might be able to make it work. I've had spies on the brain ever since we did that game Bruno came up with. Anyway don't worry about it too much I'll figure out the rest some other time.

Choice: Did you name a character after me?

JAMES: Oh uh...

He takes the paper back from you.

JAMES: Yeah, I hope that's OK? It's just a minor character not a love interest or anything. I'm just bad at coming up with names you know.

PLAYER: It's fine. If anything, it's flattering.

JAMES: Anyway, don't worry about it too much I'll figure out the rest some other time.

PLAYER: I remember when I first came in. Even back then you were working on this.

JAMES: Yeah! This is the same project. That feels like so long ago. It's really been a wild time huh?

PLAYER: You could say that.

This part of the dialogue is the same as the others, just didn’t feel like editing it :)

If coupled Najuma

You and Najuma sit opposite each other on the beanbags hiding from the scorching sun in the shade of a tree.

NAJUMA: Y/N babe... I think I'm going to bake.

PLAYER: It's so hot...

NAJUMA: You're telling me. There are times when I'm thankful for being a bigger girl. But this is not one of them.

She takes a long swig of her water bottle.

PLAYER: Don't bake babe I need you! I'm not gonna be able to win otherwise.

Najuma laughs loudly.

NAJUMA: I'll try not to. Hey! I've got an idea. Wanna go jump in the pool? That'll help!

PLAYER THINKING: Najuma wants to jump in the pool...

Let's do it!

I think I saw Oliver doing laps earlier

It's too hot to move...

Choice: Let’s do it

NAJUMA: Yes! Come on!

Before you know it she's up on her feet tugging you gently by the fingers.

Choice: I think I saw Oliver doing laps earlier

NAJUMA: Not to worry! I'm sure he won't mind us crashing his party.

Before you know it she's up on her feet tugging you gently by the fingers.

NAJUMA: Come on baaabe! It'll be fun.

Choice: It’s too hot to move

NAJUMA: But this will cool us off!

Before you know it she's up on her feet tugging you gently by the fingers.

NAJUMA: Come on baaabe! It'll be fun.

PLAYER: OK OK I'm coming!

The two of you head over to the pool where Oliver is swimming slowly back and forth.

No one else is around.

Without warning Najuma starts sprinting for the pool.

PLAYER THINKING: She's really gunning for it...

Chase after her

Cannonball!

Take your time

You run after Najuma hot on her heels.

PLAYER: I'm gonna catch you!

She giggles scrambling towards the pool then jumps straight in.

You follow right after her.

The two of you cry out in unison as you catapult yourselves into the water.

You amble slowly behind her content to go at your own pace.

Without warning Najuma catapults herself into the water causing a huge splash.

NAJUMA: Cannonball!

A great wave is thrown up showering the lawn and Oliver.

Najuma emerges from the water laughing maniacally.

NAJUMA: That's more like it!

NAJUMA: My days I feel like I just woke up from a nightmare.

She notices Oliver and then suddenly looks embarrassed.

NAJUMA: Ah sorry Oliver. We just needed to cool off.

OLIVER: It's no problem. I'll give you girls the pool. I think I was going to head off for a snack anyway.

Once he's gone you and Najuma are left paddling in the pool alone.

No one else is in sight.

PLAYER: I love your chaotic energy babe. It's infectious.

She grins widely.

NAJUMA: I'm pretty proud of it no lie. I mean where would we be if I hadn't come down on that first night and asked you for that dance? When I want something I go for it. That's me to a T.

PLAYER: Oh my gosh the heartrate challenge! I'd almost forgotten.

NAJUMA: Feels like years ago. It's really been a wild time huh?

PLAYER: You could say that.

Back to this dialogue again </3

If coupled with Tom

You and Tom are busy in the kitchen cooking up a late breakfast.

The smell of frying vegetables fills the air.

TOM: I love this! Me and you cooking together like a real couple. I should have learnt how to do this a long time ago.

He deftly cuts his onions while keeping a second eye on the frying pan.

PLAYER: Did Youcef teach you this?

TOM: Yeah. Plus a few other people. It's been a lot!

PLAYER: You're such a different person from when you came in you know. I'm happy for you.

He grins widely.

TOM: Thanks Y/N! You were part of that too.

PLAYER THINKING: Tom says I helped him come into himself...

I'm proud of you

I'm happy I could help

Your parents will be shocked when they see you!

Choice: I’m proud of you

Choice: I’m happy I could help

TOM: Thanks so much! It's been quite a wild ride really. But I'm happy with my choices and the journey I've been on.

Choice: your parents will be shocked when they see you!

TOM: Ha yeah... I'm not really sure if they'll approve of some of the stuff I've done honestly. But I'm happy with my journey so far.

PLAYER: It feels like forever since you came in with Cora for those dates.

TOM: It really does. I remember being drawn to you straight away. I'm glad I got to pick you that time as well. We might not be here together otherwise. I was kicking myself for days for not picking you the first time I had the chance. Thanks for giving a guy like me a chance though. I know I can't have been that easy to be around at first.

PLAYER THINKING: Tom's worried about how he came across...

Honestly, it's fine

What matters is you're different now.

You were a bit aloof yeah

Choice: Honestly, it’s fine

TOM: Yeah, that's true. But I'm still sorry if I made it difficult before.

PLAYER: It's fine.

Choice: What matter is you’re different now

PLAYER: No need to apologise or anything.

Choice: You were a bit aloof yeah

Tom winces for a moment.

TOM: Like I said I'm sorry.

PLAYER: It's fine.

He smiles then suddenly realises that the toast is done and hurries over to get it out of the toaster.

TOM: Hey maybe I could be a cook one day. I'm really into this being in the kitchen.

PLAYER: It's worth a shot!

After a few more frantic movements and finishing touches, Tom serves up a very passable breakfast.

TOM: As Youcef would say... voilà!

His fake French accent is surprisingly good.

TOM: Want to go sit and eat somewhere nice? Like the pool?

PLAYER: Sounds like a great idea!

The two of you take your breakfast plates and find a nice spot by the side of the water to eat.

TOM: So anyway... what was I talking about?

You chat back and forth in between bites of Tom's meal.

PLAYER: Your time in the Villa?

TOM: Right! Not going to lie I sometimes forget that I wasn't here at the start. Bunches of other people have come in since then and others have gone too. I feel pretty lucky to be here all in all.

PLAYER THINKING: Tom feels lucky to be here...

And I'm lucky to have you

I'm glad you're here

Don't get too relaxed

Choice: And I’m lucky to have you

Choice: I’m glad you’re here

TOM: You're so good at making me feel... good. I'm so glad I met you Y/N.

He pulls you in for a tight hug.

Choice: Don’t get too relaxed

PLAYER: You never know what'll be around the next corner.

TOM: Yeah... you're definitely right about that. Still I'm happy for what we've got here and now.

He pulls you in for a tight hug.

You snuggle into him catching a whiff of his expensive cologne.

PLAYER: This is lovely but... It's so hot today.

TOM: You're right. Not good hugging weather, is it?

You both eat for a while longer before finishing up your meals and setting the plates down by your sides.

TOM: You know who was a great hugger...? Kobi. Didn't know him for very long but good gosh I miss that man's hugs. Hope he's doing alright out there.

PLAYER THINKING: Kobi left the Villa a while ago...

I hope he's doing well too

He didn't have the best luck

I wish I could've coupled with him

SAME DIALOGUE </3

Starting here it picks up for all the possible couples after the Kobi convo

[partner] glances at you a pensive smile on their lips.

PLAYER THINKING: This feels like we're having a moment...

PLAYER THINKING: Shall I go for the kiss?

Seize the moment

Kiss them on the cheek instead

Smile back

Choice: seize the moment

You share a longing gaze and then part.

Choice: kiss them on the cheek instead

You lean over and plant a quick kiss on [partner]'s cheek.

[partner] rewards you with a happy laugh and a kiss on your own cheek.

Choice: smile back

You return the smile to [partner].

If coupled with Youcef

YOUCEF: Anyway we've messed around in here long enough. Do you want to head out?

PLAYER: Sure.

He picks up a bottle of your foundation and inspects it closely.

YOUCEF: What do you reckon shall I pop some on?

He starts rifling through your make-up bag.

PLAYER THINKING: Youcef wants to put some of my make-up on...

Go for it!

Maybe later

Hands out of the bag!

Choice: Go for it!

Youcef takes a few minutes to apply some very subtle make-up.

It's clear he's done this before.

PLAYER: You seem pretty good at that.

YOUCEF: Well, I am a model my sweet.

PLAYER: And I do like a man who knows his make-up.

YOUCEF: Perhaps we could teach each other some things hmm?

PLAYER: That sounds like fun.

Once he's done you can hardly notice the difference until you look closely.

PLAYER: It's nice. Very subtle.

YOUCEF: I can be subtle when I want to be.

Choice: Maybe later

PLAYER: Right now, I'm itching to get out of this dressing room. Feel like I'm getting baked in here.

YOUCEF: Ah no problem my sweet.

Choice: Hands out of the bag!

Youcef holds his hands up suddenly.

YOUCEF: Sorry. I should have asked first, shouldn't I? It's been a long time since I played with make-up you know. I was just curious.

PLAYER: That's OK. Just ask next time.

He nods.

YOUCEF: Shall we head to the pool? It might be a nice way to cool off if the heat gets too much.

PLAYER: Sounds like a plan.

The two of you head over to the pool which seems deserted.

YOUCEF: Guess everyone's taking the day off. I can't blame them.

If coupled with Najuma

NAJUMA: Anyway... we should probably be getting out of here now for a bit. Don't want to get all pruney, do we?

She clambers out of the pool beckoning for you to come sit with her by the edge.

Some time passes you in silence.

The only sounds you hear are the birds in distant trees.

If coupled with Angie (I am like 75% sure that this is Angie’s dialogue sorry if I’m wrong)

ANGIE: Anyway... I don't know about you but I kinda fancy a little dip in the pool. This heat is absolutely destroying me.

PLAYER: Maybe we could go sit by it and dip our legs in? It feels like a lot to be doing exercise today.

ANGIE: You're right... Fine let's do that then.

The two of you head over to the pool which seems deserted.

ANGIE: Guess everyone's taking the day off. I can't blame them.

You take your seats by the water letting it lap gently against your thighs.

ANGIE: So...

PLAYER: So.

ANGIE: I figure we should address the elephant in the room.

PLAYER: And... which elephant is that?

ANGIE: A certain... Dylan-shaped one. Like I know you were going through a lot and most of it was his fault. I understand what it means to cheat even just for a moment. I've been there myself. And we weren't together, so I don't need an apology or anything. I understand the situation you were in it must have been horrible. I know we weren't together then and Dylan was the real bad guy in all this... But I guess I'm just anxious. I don't want that to happen again.

PLAYER THINKING: Angie's worried about me cheating again...

It won't happen again

I can't guarantee anything

We already talked about this...

You can't really talk

Choice: It won’t happen again

I wasn't into [previous partner] like I am with you

PLAYER: It was a stupid stupid mistake. I know not to do that again. Honestly, I don't know what came over me.

Angie puts her arm around you and squeezes tightly.

ANGIE: I understand. It's OK.

Choice: I can’t guarantee anything

PLAYER: Like I have no idea what's going to happen in the future. I don't like making promises at this stage. Something might go wrong.

Angie smiles sympathetically but her brow is furrowed.

ANGIE: Thanks for being honest. It's good to just be on the same page at least.

Choice: We already talked about this

ANGIE: I know. But that was before... before we got together for real. I'm not having a go I swear. I just want to be sure this is for real.

Choice: You can’t really talk

ANGIE: I know. And we've both owned our mistakes. I just want to be sure this time.

ANGIE smiles softly.

Then she casts her eyes back over the pool.

ANGIE: Alright. That'll do for now then. Sorry I didn't mean to put you on the spot or anything. It's just on my mind, you know?

ANGIE: We're quite close to the end now.

PLAYER: Tell me about it.

There's a pause.

Someone somewhere else in the Villa screams and laughs suddenly.

PLAYER: Someone's having a good time.

Angie laughs.

Another silence follows until...

[?]: What do you wanna do when you get out of here?

If with Angie

ANGIE: First thing I'm doing is meeting up with sisters and giving them all a good what for.

PLAYER: Why?

ANGIE: Not sure yet. But I'll find something.

She chuckles.

If with Bruno

BRUNO: I'm gonna go straight back to my local pub and see if they'll book me for a stand-up night.

PLAYER: Now that you've been on Love Island I doubt they'll say no. You're famous!

BRUNO: I know! Weird to think about...

If with James

JAMES: Think I'm going to take some time to finally finish this novel. Being in here has really given me some perspective... and some ideas!

If with Najuma

NAJUMA : I think I'm going to just spend time with my dad for a bit. It'll be nice to see him again.

If with Oliver

OLIVER: Obviously I haven't been here that long so it won't be that strange, but you've been here almost since the start right?

If with Tom

TOM: Not going to lie I'm a little apprehensive about seeing my mother and father again after going on here. But I'm sure they'll understand my choices if I explain myself properly.

If with Will

WILL: I've really missed having my kit and my tools with me. First thing I'm gonna do is go out there and find something to paint on... get all this pent-up creativity out of me.

If with Youcef

YOUCEF: I think I'm going to book a trip to Paris as soon as I can. I want to see my mum again. It's been too long.

PLAYER THINKING: What will I do when I get out of the Villa?

Go visit family

Look for a flat with you...

Become a potato

Choice: Go visit family

PLAYER: It hasn't been that long, but it feels like forever. Especially being isolated in here.

[?]: Absolutely. I get that.

Choice: Look for a flat with you...

[?]: Really? I mean not that I'm opposed to it!

[?]: I mean not that I'm not crazy for you but that's moving pretty quick.

PLAYER: Well, we've already been living together in here right? I don't think it will be so different.

[?]: It'll be a lot quieter at least.

Choice: Become a potato

PLAYER: I think this whole thing has been enough interaction for me for a while. I'm gonna go hibernate for a while... close all the curtains and not speak to anybody.

[?]: Hey I get it. Public life can be stressful.

The pool shimmers in the midday sun causing you to shield your eyes.

If with Najuma

NAJUMA: I'm boiling. Want to mess around in the pool for a while?

PLAYER: Again?

NAJUMA: Look I get hot quickly alright? Besides we hardly did anything earlier... just paddled for long enough for Oliver to get up and go.

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to mess around in the pool for a bit with Najuma?

Premium choice: *Sounds like fun!

Not right now

Choice: not right now

Without warning she slips off the edge of the poolside making a big splash.

NAJUMA: Ah it's so nice! Come on!

She tugs at your hand.

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to mess around in the pool for a bit with Najuma?

Premium choice: *Go on then

Nah I'd rather just chill

Choice: nah I’d rather just chill

Her smile fades slightly but she nods.

NAJUMA: That's fair. It's not exactly an exercise day, is it?

She clambers slowly out of the pool dripping wet and comes back to sit beside you.

Premium Choice: Sounds like fun!

NAJUMA: Woo! Jump in!

PLAYER THINKING: Najuma wants me to jump into the pool...

Cannonball... again!

Cannonball!

Slip in carefully

Faceplant the water

Choice: cannonball (again, if cannonballed earlier but same dialogue for both cannonball options)

You get up to take a running jump into the pool.

Najuma sees you coming at the last moment diving out of your way in a panic.

The water envelops you.

When you surface Najuma is laughing.

NAJUMA: Nice entrance!

Choice: slip carefully

You gently slip into the water from where you're sitting trying not to cause too much of a splash.

Choice: faceplant the water

You stand up and outstretch your arms then let yourself fall face first into the water.

The water envelops you.

When you surface Najuma is laughing.

NAJUMA: Nice entrance!

I think from here until the conversation with you bestie is the same for every variation of who you can be coupled with,, unless I’m missing something but I apologize if it gets messed up

Without warning [partner] sends a big splash at you forcing you to cover your face.

PLAYER: Hey!

[?]: What? You're already wet!

PLAYER THINKING: [?] just splashed me!

Splash [?] back

Push [?]

Wrestle [?]

Choice: splash back

PLAYER: Two can play at that game.

You put both hands in the water and throw a big wave towards [?] who shrieks in surprise.

Choice: push

PLAYER: Oh, you're on!

You wade through the water and push [?] hard enough to knock [?] onto [?] back but quickly rights theirself.

You chase after [?] as [?] paddles away grabbing an ankle and pulling.

Choice: wrestle

PLAYER: Come here you!

You wade through the water and grab [?] as [?] tries to paddle away pulling [?] into a headlock.

PLAYER: Apologise! No one gets water in my eyes before I'm ready!

[?]: OK I yield I yield!

You both disentangle from one another laughing at the absurdity of it.

[?]: Next time I won't let up so easy.

PLAYER: Sure sure.

Without another word [?] disappears beneath the water.

Before you realise what's happening [?]'s underneath you, lifting you up and out of the pool until you're on [?] shoulders.

PLAYER: Woah!

PLAYER THINKING: I'm on [?]'s shoulders!

Ride [?] like a pro

Panic!

Pretend to be a cowgirl

Choice: ride like a pro

PLAYER: Woo! Let's gooo!

Choice: panic

You grip [?]'s shoulders tightly and let out a high-pitched squeaky scream.

PLAYER: Don't drop me!

[?]: You're fine!

Choice: pretend to be a cowgirl

PLAYER: Woo nelly! I'm a rootin' tootin' cowgirl!

[?]: Wait are you saying I'm a horse?

PLAYER: Quiet noble steed!

You buck wildly as [?] stands to [?] full height

PLAYER: Wuh-oh!

You flail your arms to keep your balance.

For a few short moments you're high enough to glance over to the kitchen.

You lock eyes with Tiffany who laughs and shakes her head.

Says something about a portrait so I can’t really tell you what that means, take that with what you will I guess.

show tiffany and player in portrait

PLAYER: I'm the queen of the pool!

end portrait

[?]: Let's try swimming!

PLAYER: Are you sure?

[?] leans forward to try and swim with you on [?] shoulders but it's too much too quickly.

Your centre of gravity moves too quickly for you to compensate, and you tumble off of [?] back into the pool.

You float underwater for a few seconds looking around you.

[?] dives in after you a grin on [?] face.

She pulls you in for an underwater hug.

PLAYER THINKING: This is new!

A moment later you surface still wrapped in each other's arms and laughing wildly.

PLAYER THINKING: We're underwater!

Underwater kiss!

Underwater hug?

Head back up for air!

Choice: underwater kiss

You gesture to your lips then to [?]'s.

[?] smiles slyly at you.

Your lips meet but it's nothing like a normal kiss. There's no movement no taste...

PLAYER THINKING: Trying to kiss without opening your mouth is hard... Who knew?

After a few seconds of slightly awkward kissing you both swim up for air.

A moment later you surface still wrapped in each other's arms and laughing wildly.

Choice: underwater hug

You swim towards [?] pulling [?] into an awkward hug.

PLAYER THINKING: This is new!

A moment later you surface still wrapped in each other's arms and laughing wildly.

Choice: head back up for air

You wave your arms about gesturing to the waterline.

[?] follows you up.

A moment later you surface laughing in unison.

[?]: Absolute scenes. Thanks for joining me.

PLAYER: Any time.

You and [?] glide lazily around the pool for a while longer until you eventually clamber out and find a towel.

After drying off you sit back by the edge of the pool and admire the scenery letting the silence of the countryside roll over you.

Okay, this is where I think it differs on if you’re partnered up with Angie or not, but I cannot promise I’m right </3

Just then you hear the patter of feet on the grass behind you.

BFF: Hey lovebirds! Where is everyone today? It's deserted.

PARTNER: Probably sitting around indoors.

BFF: Fair it's really hot out here. I'm not interrupting anything am I?

She looks between you but [partner] answers first.

PARTNER: Not at all. I was actually thinking of taking a lie down for a bit.

BFF: Perf then I can get me some quality Y/N time.

[partner] bends down and kisses you on the cheek.

PARTNER: I'll see you later yeah? Have fun.

PLAYER: Have a good nap.

As [partner] saunters off in the direction of the Villa [BFF] plops down beside you.

BFF: It's good to have a day like this... no stress just... good vibes.

PLAYER: Since when did you say good vibes'?

BFF: Since just now clearly. But I'm for real! That last recoupling...

PLAYER THINKING: The last recoupling...

It was fine

It was terrible

It's over now at least

Choice: It was fine

BFF: I guess we both came out of it alright which is something. But not everyone did.

Choice: It was terrible

She laughs.

BFF: Right?

Choice: It’s over now at least

BFF: Exactly. And I'm happy about that.

if Valentina left instead of Youcef

BFF: I hope Valentina's doing alright. That whole refusing to couple up with Dylan' thing took real guts. I respect her for that.

If partnered with Angie

ANGIE: So I've gotta ask... I know we're a new couple and probably not the one anyone expected... But do you think we'll make it to the end now?

If NOT with Angie

BFF: What about you and [partner]? Holding up alright?

PLAYER THINKING: [partner] and I...

We're solid

We'll see how it goes

We're shaky

Choice: We’re solid

BFF: Nice! I thought you two would work it out.

BFF: Nice! I'm glad you found the right person in the end.

BFF:I guess we'll see each other in the final then?

PLAYER: Is that a challenge?

She giggles playfully.

BFF: Maybe... Do you think we'll both be here at the end?

Choice: We’ll see how it goes

PLAYER: I think there's some things we need to figure out, but we'll get there. ... I hope.

BFF: I'm sure you will mate. I think you'll see it through the to the end. Hopefully we'll both be there.

She pulls you into a tight embrace.

Choice: We’re shaky

BFF : Agh girl... I'm sorry. Nothing I can help with is it?

PLAYER: I don't think so.

BFF: Well, I'll be here if you need me to be. Right up until the end.

PLAYER: You think we'll both be in it that long?

BFF: Sure, don't you?

PLAYER THINKING: Will BFF and I make it to the end together?

Absolutely!

If we're lucky

I wouldn't count on it

Choice: Absolutely

PLAYER: The public would be silly not to vote for us.

BFF: Right? Although they can't vote us both at the end.

She gives you a small wink.

Choice: If we’re lucky

BFF: We don't need luck babe. I'm sure the public love us!

Choice: I wouldn’t count on it

BFF: What? Babe! Don't be like that. I'm sure the public love us!

PLAYER: We'll see one way or another soon enough.

BFF: For sure.

She trails her feet lazily in the water.

The sun is hanging lower in the sky by now and the air has cooled.

BFF: Say, you wanna hang out in the water for a while? Have a bit of a mess around? Blow off some steam?

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to hang out in the pool with BFF?

Premium choice: *Sounds great!

I'm not sure

She slips into the water without warning giggling.

BFF: Come on! It'll be a laugh!

(Not sure what dialogue is for the premium choice?)

You enjoy the sun for a while longer as it slowly descends behind the Villa painting the landscape in beautiful orange.

Later than evening the Villa is enjoying a meal together.

TIFFANY: Anyway, that's when he told me he only heckled me because he fancied me. I told him he should have come up with a better heckle at least then I would've thought he was funny!

The other Islanders laugh airily.

The cool summer evening has calmed everyone's nerves.

YOUCEF: That's a good one Tiffany.

BRUNO: Damn I'll have to remember that one!

TIFFANY: I dunno, part of me wishes I'd just told him to eff off but you know.

As the others pick at their plates and chat happily away [?] leans over to you whispering.

PARTNER: Want to get away for a while? Go someplace... private? If you know what I mean?

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want to sneak off for bits with [?]?

I'm good

That would be so nice

I hope you mean bits

Choice: I’m good

PARTNER: No worries. Probably a good idea to digest this food first anyways.

You sit back and enjoy the passage of the evening.

The air is filled with laughter and good memories.

Choice: That would be so nice

PARTNER: Right? Let's go!

The two of you discreetly excuse yourselves before heading to the Lovers' Nook...

What's this? Y/N and [?] have found themselves alone after a hard day of... being alone together?

Well, I won't tell if you won't.

You cuddle up to [?] on the bench.

The breeze tickles you gently.

Then you catch each other's gaze...

You stay out late enjoying the sounds of the birds and the trees until it gets cold enough to force you back inside.

PLAYER THINKING: Worth it...

[?] gives you a wicked grin.

[?] smiles shyly.

Choice: I hope you mean bits

PARTNER: Maybe...

The two of you discreetly excuse yourselves before heading to the Lovers' Nook...

What's this? Y/N and [?] have found themselves alone after a hard day of... being alone together?

Well, I won't tell if you won't.

You cuddle up to [?] on the bench.

The breeze tickles you gently.

Then you catch each other's gaze...

You stay out late enjoying the sounds of the birds and the trees until it gets cold enough to force you back inside.

PLAYER THINKING: Worth it...

Before you head to bed that night you rifle through your sleepwear one last time.

PLAYER THINKING: Is there anything here I haven't worn yet?

You head over to your bed where [?] is waiting for you.

As you slip under the duvet [?] hands gently roam your body.

You turn over to face [?].

PARTNER: You're look stunning... Can I kiss you?

PLAYER THINKING: Do I want a kiss before bed?

Hell yeah

Only because you asked nicely

Not tonight

Choice: hell yeah / asked nicely

[?] smiles.

[?] gives you a quick peck on the forehead.

As you slip under the duvet [?] scooches up to you planting a kiss on your forehead.

Choice: not tonight

[?]: Fair enough

[?]: Goodnight, Y/N

PLAYER: Night [?].

Narrator: Oh, what a lovely day!

Surely nothing could possibly disturb this beautiful paradise now.

NAJUMA: You did what?!

Oops spoke too soon!

See you soon on Love Island!

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ellana-ravenwood · 4 years ago

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“My fake boyfriend is a billionaire ?!” - Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : After a few shitty weeks of everything going wrong, you somehow find yourself faking a relationship with the one and only Bruce Wayne.

That’s it. I did it. After 3 years posting stories on this platform, I finally succumb to one of the biggest fanfiction cliché of all time haha. The infamous fake boyfriend trope. And I really hope you will like it :

My masterlist : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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The Gap Year of Disaster

Today, you were an utter mess, and you couldn’t care less.

You know, this kind of days where you wish you would just have stayed in bed ?

Where everything goes wrong and you just want to hide under your blanket and pretend you don't have any responsibilities ?

Well today…Today was most definitely this kind of day.

It was suppose to be your first day at an exciting new job and you were so psyched about it, that you hadn’t been able to sleep all night.

You finally fell into a deep slumber during the very early hours of the day, and…

Of course you woke up late ! You didn't have time to take a shower, or to do your make-up nicely or even to brush your hair. But worst of all you didn't have time to get coffee !

When you got out with your bike….it was pouring outside. Ah but of course, because when one thing goes wrong everything has to follow. Everything WILL go wrong. Murphy's law or some stupid things like that !

It's in those moments you wish you had a car ! Because when it rained in Gotham…It felt like Noah was ordered to built another ark !

So, sleep deprived, soaked, in a bad mood and looking like a mess, you managed, by some miracle, to arrive at your job on time.

Only to discover that this wasn’t at all what you were expecting. It was NOT what was promised to you, which was experience in an exciting workplace and a way to make the most of it.

Instead, it was a desk job where you ran errand for everyone. Amazing.

This was supposed to be your first try at “real life”, this was why you took that gap year from college.

“I want to find myself, find who I really am !” You told everyone around you, ignoring those who were negative and telling you you should finish your study first.

Now, as you were stuck in a tiny cubicle with an endless list of coffee orders you had to get for everyone else, you felt like maybe they were right, and that this wasn’t quite the way you were going to “find yourself”.

Then again, wasn’t it through hardship that this sort of things unlocked ? Wasn’t it with great determination and knowing how it was to struggle, that you were going to thrive ? That’s what they said in TED talks dedicated to “success”...

So far in your life, things had been rather normal. Not particularly easy, but not hard either. You grew up in a small town in New Jersey, no troubles on the horizon. You then moved to Gotham for college as you had a scholarship for Gotham’s University, and as you were about to start your third year you sort of questioned wether or not this was your path...

One of your favorite professor told you to maybe take a gap year. A few semesters off, to think things through. Taking advantage of it to do some soul searching and try to know what you really wanted and...It sounded wonderful !

That’s when you started to have job interviews in many different fields, and it took you three months to finally find something. Three very stressful months of wondering how long you could live off of your measly savings, and wether or not you’d have to move back in with your parents (anything but that !)...Not a very good start to that gap year for sure.

And when you landed what you thought was going to be a great job, things definitely were looking up ! Ah, but the fact that you were chosen while you had NO experience and such, should’ve been your first warning that this was too good to be true.

You were trying to stay positive though. Maybe it was only for the first day ? Maybe their coffee person was sick or something ? It’d get more interesting later ? Yes. Yes let’s keep a positive outlook on everything.

Except right now, as your entire morning was made of you walking up and down the building (the elevator was not working, but of course), to the coffee shop at the corner of the street, and bringing back orders for people, you didn’t feel in the mood to try and stay cheery.

And the worst in all that ? You didn't even get ONE cup for yourself…This “real life” thing was not starting very well.

And so here you were, during your lunch break, looking like a mess, bag under your eyes and still wet from the rain (your trips up and down the street for coffee runs not helping drying yourself off), your morale at its lowest..And…

"That'll be 3 dollars and 50 cents for the large latte with triple espresso shot, m'am."

Catastrophe.

Proof that things could ALWAYS get worst.

As you were looking through your bag, you couldn't find your wallet !

Did you leave it at home ?! Maybe.

People at your work gave you the money to buy them coffee (and not a single tips, bunch of cheapskates). And you didn’t notice you were missing that oh so essential part of your daily life...Your credit card. Or any type of money.

Damn it !

“Um, excuse me miss, that’s 3,50 please ?”

“Oh yes yes, um, you know what I just-”

“Here, miss, you dropped this.”

As you were about to explain that in fact, you didn’t need coffee (even if when you asked for it you might’ve mentioned it being a question of “life or death”), too embarrass to admit you didn’t have the money to buy it, a...very handsome man handed you a twenty dollars bill.

You were a hundred percent sure this wasn’t yours. You never carry lose cash like this. A quick look to his kind deep blue eyes, and soft smile, and you realize...

Oh. Great. A total (very handsome) stranger took pity of you.

You probably looked even worst than you felt. You were about to say this was a mistake, but before you could, he gave the bill to the barista, and left with a last smile to you, taking his own cup of coffee away with him.

Damn. You didn’t have time to say “thank you”. He vanished as fast as he appeared, disappearing in the crowd of the busy coffee shop.

“Here’s your change, m’am.”

“Ah you know what ? Keep it buddy. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Wow, thanks !”

You were pretty sure that barista never had such a big tip, and it oddly made you feel better, to make someone else’s day like that. Your grandma did always say that you found true joy from helping others...

Oh, yeah, ok, you just helped someone out, why was the universe so angry at you ?!

As you turned around and started to leave, almost at the exist of the shop, mood a little better after this nice encounter with a (again, handsome) stranger, and the barista, you see him.

Him. One of the reason you sort of decided to take a gap year.

Him.

Your ex-boyfriend, Eric, who cheated on you with your friend Monica. Needless to say, it wasn’t a good memory. And you hadn’t seen neither him nor her since you left college, especially not since you heard they actually got together.

Your FRIEND. With your BOYFRIEND. And it went on for a while, before you finally discovered it (that day was as shitty as today...).

Oh. And of course Eric wasn’t alone. She, was there too. The one you thought was your friend, and who stabbed you in the back like that. Both of them discarding you like a dirty old sock.

Great. Really. Awesome. This day was going from “bad” to “please kill me.”

“(Y/N) !”

He looks surprised to see you, although also a little pleased. And it makes you want to punch him in the face. You don’t care if it’s because he wished things ended another way, they both betrayed your truth and then never even tried to talk to you again afterward.

You’re not sure you would’ve forgave them, but at least, it would’ve shown they still cared about you in a way. Nobody chooses who they’re going to fall in love with (that, you’d soon discover for yourself). But she was your best friend. And he was with you for over a year.

She’s a little more awkward than him, and smiles, clearly embarrassed. You always knew she was a bit of a coward, if she wasn’t, she would’ve face you, right ?

And that’s when it happened. The decision that would forever change your life.

In this great moment filled with despair and awkwardness.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw that nice stranger who paid for your coffee. The handsome one. He didn’t leave the shop, but instead went to seat at a table that was a little further away than the rest of them.

His eyes were glued to his phone, and you thought : “Well, fuck it, all this can’t get any worst right ?”

You were sort of hoping that, since he had been nice with you once and offered you those twenty dollars without knowing you (although you were very aware it was probably just pity), maybe he could help again ?

Maybe it was the fatigue, the fact you were getting sadder and sadder, that you had a terrible day, and that you just saw two people you loved and who threw you away like you meant nothing (oh but not before being super fake to you, pretending they WEREN’T cheating behind your back)...maybe it was a combination of all of that, that made you act crazy.

But here you found yourself, sitting at that stranger’s table, and saying, as he looked up from his phone clearly surprised :

“How are you guys ? As you can see, I’m great.”

You don’t dare to look at the handsome stranger, and hope he’ll be too stunned to say anything, and you can make your ex-friend and ex-boyfriend feel embarrass enough they’ll leave quickly. But then Monica says something that makes your heart skip multiple beats :

“You...You know Bruce Wayne ?!”

You turn to the man who gracefully paid for your coffee, and your eyes go wide. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. How did you NOT recognize him ?! Of course. Chiseled face, beautiful blue eyes, a suit that was definitely worth your entire year’s salary, a very charming aura...

Your hazy mind full of “fuck this day” didn’t register that THE Bruce Wayne, was the one who helped you out. How did you miss that ? His face had been plastered everywhere in Gotham for the past year, since he came back to the city, in fact.

You hear yourself wish with all your might to be struck by lightning this instant, as the two assholes who hurt you so much are looking at you expectantly and are not about to live (of course, they just met celebrity BRUCE WAYNE !! Could someone be as unlucky as you were today ?!)

And that’s when you hear a chuckle, a beautiful deep chuckle, and finally turn to look at Bruce. He smiles at you, and takes your hand, saying :

“Honey, who are your friends ?”

Your brain go full “ERROR 404″, not quite able to grasp the fact that THE Bruce Wayne just ran with what you were trying to do. How ? How was this possible ? You initially went to sit with him in the hope that Eric and Monica would see you were totally ok and with a hot date, not quite sure still yet how you ever thought this was a good idea and...

It was turning out alright ?!

HOW ?!

“Oh um, I’m..Eric. And this is my gir...This is Monica.”

What a piece of shit. Not even brave enough to call her his “girlfriend” when he cheated on you with her for months and months. You glare at him, unable to stop this gut reaction.

And that’s something Bruce caught.

In fact, as soon as you sat down, avoiding looking at him and nervously looking at those two people, Bruce sort of knew you were in an uncomfortable situation. One that made you take an irrational decision.

And oh, he didn’t like the look Eric and Monica gave you. Like they felt superior as they caught you in a bad moment. Bruce hated, people who thought they were superior to others...

And you clearly seemed in distress and in need of help so...He ran with it.

Bruce had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t enough that it felt natural, to run along with what your hazy mind thought was a good idea.

“Nice to meet you, are you friends with-”

Damn it. He realized he didn’t know your name. Quick thinking saved him, and he managed to keep his tone even, as to hide his hesitation :

“My love ?”

His hand around yours felt warm and reassuring, and you still couldn’t believe that, not only a total stranger, but THE Bruce Wayne was helping you out like that. Especially after you had such a bad day.

Him calling you his “love” made your exes feel very awkward, and they shake their head “no”, suddenly pretending they’re very busy and have to meet up with someone. They leave the coffee shop, clearly stunned, whispering things to each others that you knew were probably : “how did she get a guy like him ?!”

You can’t help but glare at them some more...But then your hand feels cold again, and you realize Bruce let go off it. Well. Duh. Of course he would.

You turn to him, your feature softening, and say :

“Are you an angel ?”

Ah yes. Your defense mechanism. “Humor”.

He chuckles, and says :

“Well, I’m afraid not. My butler would think this is very funny. But thank you.”

Awkwardly, you rub your neck, your free hand nervously turning your cup of coffee clockwise in your palm. You don’t really know how to end this, what : “thanks for that” and leave ?

“Thanks for the coffee. And for um...Saving my ass, just there.”

He smiles, and wow hello white teeth and charming dimples ?!

“You’re very welcome. They looked like they were jerks.”

“Haha oh you have no idea.”

“Glad I could help.”

“Thanks again. Really. This means a lot, especially since we don’t know each others. Well, I know you. Everyone in Gotham does haha. And ok I’m going to leave now, my lunch break is almost over and I don’t want to make this even more awkward.”

You start to rise up, but he holds you back by catching your sleeve, and says :

“Actually miss…?”

“(Y/L/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Miss (Y/L/N), you are kind of saving my life right now.”

“…I am ?”

A flash blinds you. Not a lightning, a camera flash. You turn, just in time to see a guy hastily hiding a camera and running away.

“What the...”

“A paparazzi. Good timing, for once.”

“Huh ?”

You wish you had some witty come back, or would just know what to say. But you’re confused. And this has been a really weird day.

“I am sorry if this will seem forward, or like I helped you wanting something in exchange. But I promise I will make it worth your while if you just sit back down and listen to me for a few minutes.”

You sit back down. More because you’re unsure your leg can still support you in this moment, than because he asked you to. With a smile he continues :

“Thank you. So. Let me explain a little, and again, sorry if this is too forward. If you don’t want to help of course, I would understand. I’m about to ask you something rather odd, I guess. And I’ll clear things up with paparazzis. I also promise I did not help you with your “friends”-”

“They’re not my friends.”

“I figured that much. And I promise I didn’t help you with them and ran with whatever you were trying, just so I could ask you this.”

“Ask me what ?”

“Well, you see…it’s arranged marriage season.”

“What ?”

“Every year, every single rich family try to make me marry their single daughters. It’s a very tiring season, but I’ve never been able to avoid it…I thought about having a fake fiancee before but could never find the right person.”

What he says does not register with you. His clear proposal doesn’t hit your brain. And you just stare at him, waiting for him to keep going. But he doesn’t, and by the way he looks at you, you slowly starts to understand where he’s getting at.

You gasp, now pretty sure this is all a dream (or a nightmare) and say :

“And I’m the right person ?”

“Well, yes. You seem to be a...“normal” person.”

“…Thanks.”

“In that case it’s good. It’s very good. It means that if I’m dating you, a woman that has nothing to bring me, then it must be true love.”

“Wow, stop with the flatteries already mister Wayne, I can’t handle it…”

Ah, your slight wits are back. Good sign that you’re regaining your senses. Everything that happened in the last ten minutes still feel like a bad dream, but you’re back in reality now.

“No no no, I didn’t mean it in a demeaning way ! But it’s just, you’re not rich, and you’re not famous or have political ties. You’re just a regular person. So they won’t think I’m trying to trick them, even if I am, do you know what I mean ?”

“Gotcha. My broke ass person cannot bring you any value, so it must be love and not just an arranged thing they can break. Cool.”

There’s a slight silence. And you find it a little fun, to play a little bit with the famous Bruce Wayne. He seemed so confident and cocky on TV, you never thought you’d be able to make him look so guilty.

“I’m sorry if I offended you.”

He says, clearly meaning it. But you shake your head and smile at him (and oh why does he feel his heart tightening slightly at your smile ?), and reassure him instantly (you feel a little bad, actually, to mess with him while he did just really do a huge favor to you while he had no obligations to) :

“Haha, just messin’ around with ya Mster Wayne. I’m not bothered by it, it’s the truth. I’m really broke, and I don’t think you could find more “regular” than me right now. So, and because you really did save my ass from an extremely displeasing experience back there. And also because you allowed me to see those assholes’ face of surprise and “how did she manage that ?!”, tell me more about your plan, and let’s see if I can help you back.”

And so Bruce starts to explain to you how, every year, this beginning of Fall is the worst time ever, as it’s a moment where everyone seems to want to marry off their daughter. And of course, Bruce Wayne is a good “party”.

The plan was fairly simple. You’d fake a relationship with him, so he could avoid all of this, and in exchange...Well. You’d gain a lot in exchange.

This is how you started to really feel like you had fallen into a “romcom” by accident...You and Bruce, became an actual living trope.

************

“And then when the “marrying season” is done, you can break it off.”

“I ?”

“Well yes, I can assure you you’ll gain quite a rep if you break up with me haha.”

You raise an eyebrow, unsure you like that sort-of overly confident side of him. But you can see something behind his eyes, like a slight unsureness as he looks back at you, trying to see if you’ll agree or not.

“I don’t really need a “reputation”.”

Breaking up with THE Bruce Wayne himself. For sure people would talk about it a lot, and maybe it would help open some doors for you ? But you felt a little odd taking advantage of this like that.

Seeing that he hadn’t convinced you quite yet, he adds :

“Of course, I will pay you.”

What kind of Pretty Woman sort of nonsense was this ?! You were about to protest when he added, realizing how he sounded :

“I mean, you ARE doing me a great service. You ARE going to have to act, you know ? An...actual job ? And I will be honest with you, it won’t be easy, to find yourself in the public eye. I think it definitely justify a salary.”

Put that way, you had to admit that, well, yeah it sort of did. Especially since you knew how crazy tabloids were about Bruce Wayne. Becoming his “girlfriend” would definitely put you on the front lines.

“And it would truly help me tremendously.”

Your grandma always said it : “True joy comes out from helping others !” So. What if you benefit from it a little ? If it helps you financially, and you can get a little network out of it ? First rule of Alchemy (what a weeb) : “equivalent exchange” ! Plus, he did really help you with your coffee, but also with Eric and Monica so...

And hey, this gap year was meant to help you find what and who you wanted to be. Help you go through this little twenty-something crisis. And this ? Living a literal romantic comedy cliche by faking being someone’s girlfriend ? Well, it definitely felt like the kind of adventure that could help you figure things out.

With a smile, you finally nod and shake his hand, not knowing quite yet in which mess you actually put yourself into...

Briefing.

Like every “secret mission”, this one too needed a “briefing”.

A little meeting to put all the rules down, and the goals too.

And here you were, feeling very out of place in a huge conference room in the biggest and tallest building in Gotham : “Wayne Tower”.

The concierge stared at you for a very long time, when you said you were there to see Mister Wayne. No “nobody” like you ever called for his boss.

Suspicious, as it was his job, he called security on you...Until it was finally cleared up that you DID have a meeting with Bruce Wayne !

Both the concierge, and the security guys, stared at you as you left to take the elevators they indicated to you, wondering who the hell had the kind of credentials to go all the way up there to see their boss ?! They didn’t recognize you from anywhere, not a model, not a famous politician or CEO, just...A regular person ?

That was odd. And they noticed, it was odd. Which you assumed was what Bruce was aiming for, but it felt so awkward, to walk through this huge hall under their scrutiny.

You finally arrived on the right floor, and oh look, some more staring.

From his secretary, this time. She was used to see women coming to see her boss. But they’d usually wear Prada, and have plunging necklines full of pearls and fanciness. They weren’t...like you.

You felt like it was easy, to know that you were just a “normal” person. You were definitely not wearing any designer clothes, and you were pretty sure the way you carried yourself made you super obvious.

Hence all the staring. You could clearly see in her eyes, that she was wondering who the hell you were...

She had her answer when Bruce came out of his office, and made a gesture as if he was going to throw his arm around your waist, and kiss you (which made you downright panic). But then, he looked awkwardly at his secretary, and instead just shook your hand.

Something that DID NOT go unnoticed by his secretary.

You saw how her eyes widen, and how she clearly hitched to take her phone out and call everyone...and you realized Bruce did this awkward thing because he knew his secretary, and her tendency to be a little gossipy.

You’d discover later, in fact, that he hired her entirely because he knew if he said something, she would pick up on it and it would help him control rumors and such. Clever.

For the moment though, he took you to a large conference room with huge windows.

“I’m sorry for the weird “hello” back there, I wanted Shirley to think I was embarrassed to display affection to you in front of her. Usually, I do not mind at all. So doing it would make her think that-”

“I’m someone special to you.”

“Exactly !”

He smiles widely as you understood his plan (not sure how you felt about it, then again, that’s why you were here for, making sure you knew where both of you stood in all this), and then tells you he’ll be back in a few minutes.

You have time to feel anxious and stressed before he finally comes back.

“Sorry for the wait.”

“Oh no, I bet you’re a busy man.”

“Yes well. Anyway. Let’s get to it shall we ?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. So. I thought we’d settle sort of a little contract, so neither of us ever feel uncomfortable ?”

“Sounds good, mister Wayne.”

“Yes well first, please call me Bruce.”

“Only if you call me (Y/N).”

Oh and you two were still on the path of “romcom cliches”, with this conversation. He smiles, nods, and continues :

“Ok, then I thought we could-”

And so your fake relationship started, with some little ground rules. Like he could only kiss you after you gave him permission, if you ever felt overwhelmed everything would be called off, etc etc.

Most rules were in your favor, to be honest. And WOW the paycheck he was going to give you for this little farce...Hey, maybe this gap year was finally gonna get interesting ?

Meeting the Little Buddy.

It was sort of necessary. By then, Dick had been his son, officially, for a few months. He wasn’t calling him “dad” yet (and Bruce didn’t particularly want him to, at the time...ah but everything change one day, right ?), but they were already family.

And it was a needed step.

It wasn’t in the little “contract” you made, and honestly you could’ve refused to meet him but...Well, you liked kids. In another life, it felt like you could’ve been a teacher (A/N : AH, like in this story ;) : “Can you be my dad’s girlfriend, please ?” ).

And you’d feel awkward, to fake a relationship and not ever meet his boy.

The first time he saw you, it was at the Wayne Tower, and his eyes widened as he exclaimed :

“Wow you’re so pretty ! Are you Bruce’s girlfriend ? You’re too good for him, you know.”

You could feel your heart melt, how adorable this little guy was, right ? You chuckled, and almost full on laughed as you saw how vexed Bruce was by the comment.

Not that he thought he was too good for you, no, he was just a little unhappy his son was stealing the show, and thought he couldn’t land someone like you...Oh but that, you couldn’t guess at the time, of course.

“Nice to meet you, Dick. I’m (Y/N). And...I’m not really his girlfriend.”

“Can you be mine then ?”

You laugh again. You and Bruce had decided to tell him the truth, Bruce assuring you that kid was good at pretending too. You answer :

“No, I’m saving him from marriage proposal.”

“Oooooh !”

Good at pretending. Dick had no idea what you were on about, but he was very good at acting as if he knew.

It’s only way later, that he finally got it. By then, he already accepted you as : “his dad’s girlfriend”, and even knowing the truth, there was no way to change his mind. And to be honest, out of everyone, little Dick Grayson was probably the most aware of what the situation truly was.

He had a knack, to notice how people felt.

A “family” outing.

Two months in, and it was going GREAT. Faking a relationship was actually pretty easy. All you had to do was hanging out with him (and he was very nice to hang out with), and when a paparazzi was around, quickly kiss his cheek, or hold his hand, or let him put his hand in your hair...All those cute things new couples do.

Today was one such small date.

You could see Bruce was nervous, though.

After hanging around with him that many times, you started to know him a little better. Started to know he wasn’t really that persona he portrayed publicly.

He was actually quite a dork. What a pity, nobody else would ever know his real self...Yet, it made you happy you were one of the few in on the secret.

“Ok, out with it mister, what’s up ?”

He looks at you with such surprise in his eyes, as if it was the first time someone guessed what he was feeling...and, well, yes. It was. It was the first time someone who wasn’t Alfred got it. Someone realized something was on his mind. And asked him about it, didn't just ignore and move on. Actually cared to know.

“I-Um...”

“Well ? Come on, I think literally nothing can surprise me by now, given you know, I’m faking a relationship with a billionaire, and it’s like, my job now.”

He smiles, and he couldn't possibly know how soft his look was, as he gazed at you.

“I...well, people don’t quite believe in us because-”

“WHAT ?! With all the “dates” and kisses and lovey dovey shit we did ?!”

He chuckles at your reaction, loving how honest you always were, and adds :

“The problem apparently is that you weren’t seen with my son yet, so many don’t believe we’re serious.”

“Oh...”

You met Dick. Because it felt like a necessary step to yours and Bruce’s scheme. And you knew he knew this was all fake...But neither of you wanted to confuse the boy in any way so he was kept mostly out of the plan.

“I talked to him, and it’s actually really up to wether you’re comfortable with it or not. I know he wasn’t part of our contract, and I should’ve probably thought about it, I’m sorry. But um...If you’re ok with it, we could..Do things with him, too ?”

Bruce is really nervous; And you’re pretty sure no one but you (and maybe Alfred) ever saw him like that. It’s kind of...sweet. But you let the silence linger for too long and he hurries to say :

“You really don’t have to ! It’s ok if they don’t think we’re that serious and I get some proposals. I can manage ! You’re still a great help right now. It was just an idea. Dick is a very social kid, he would go along with anything and loves to do activities outside. He would be fine. But if you’re not then we can-”

“No. No no it’s...It’s ok Bruce. The few time I saw him, Dick did seem absolutely a peach to be around. And I always have fun with you, so sure, let’s organize a little something and show those bastards we’re totally real.”

You chuckle a little, your smile and carefree face making his heart skip a beat, for some reasons...Bruce also decided to ignore how happy it made him, to know you were always glad to be with him, and instead, he smiled and settled a date.

************

And here you were. In one of Gotham’s biggest park, opening a basket full of delicious sandwiches made by the one and only Alfred. Pretending to have a great family outing.

“Hey, hey look !”

Dick was absolutely amazing, at acting as if you were really a thing. As if you were really a “family”. Right now, he was doing flips and cartwheels, demanding your attention with avidity.

Bruce made sure to always hide his face from pictures (he was GREAT at noticing where paparazzis were hiding, a life of practice, you assumed), as he wanted to keep as much as he could his son’s privacy (especially after he made all the headlines when he lost his parents).

It was quite adorable. And...You were really having fun.

Dick was such a lively kid, and he was full of talents. The food was good, and it was so comfortable around Bruce. It felt so natural.

This wasn't all that bad. To fake being a family. A good use of your gap year, really.

You purposefully decided to ignore the glint in the boy’s eyes. The way you sort of suspected for him, this was getting real, and not only pretend.

You and Bruce purposefully ignored it, actually. And you both felt shitty for it. Because not only were you risking to break that little boy’s heart when it was all over but...It was too hard to accept that maybe, maybe he was right.

And that all of this ? Might’ve not been as fake as you’d love to repeat yourself.

First Official outing.

First gala. You were terrified. So far all you had to do was hang out with Bruce in the afternoon, there and there. It mainly consisted in him buying you coffee, and keeping the addiction to caffeine real, while talking about anything that would come to your mind. The conversations between you two was always fluid and pleasant.

Or you’d go out with him and Dick, to do some fun things like mini-golf or catching a movie. Nothing too big and scary. It was mainly just you guys, no one else.

It seemed like he knew where the paparazzis would be (most likely because he was “anonymously” tipping them off himself), and he’d take you on random short dates when he had time in between his work, slowly fueling the rumors Bruce was not a heart to steal anymore.

And that he was dating a “commoner” ! (He hated this name for you, while you really didn’t mind that much).

And this gala, was what made it completely official. Finally. It was your idea, to take things “slow”, and hang out with him and his son BEFORE hanging out in public areas like this.

It was clever, really. To make it seems like you were trying to “hide” your relationship by being low-key, to then finally announce everything in public like that, at such an event.

Bruce went to get a drink for the both of you, and you were looking around you, horrified at the mere idea that someone would come talk to you.

But for some reasons, nobody seemed to dare. Maybe Bruce made sure that people would leave you alone ? Even as if you were clearly the talk of the evening, all eyes on you, and not even trying to be subtle ?

You knew he did the same with little Dickie. That he made sure he was safe from the paparazzi and that no unsolicited journalist would come around him.

Thinking of it, where was the little one ? Usually, according to Bruce, whenever there was a gala he would spend his entire time near the food table, eating as much as he could, and he would come home feeling nauseous because of it...Haha sounded like Dick alright. That kid was so-

Oh oh.

Who was that sleazy looking gal talking to him ? He seemed so uncomfortable, yet too polite to brush her off...Oh no, she wasn’t one of them, was she ?

Without thinking twice about it, wether it was your place to do what you were about to do or not, you resolutely walked towards them.

“-Think it’s because he relates to you ? As both of you lost your parents in horrific situations, you know ?”

“I-I don’t know m’am.”

When you saw Dick’s distressed face, and his eyes slowly filling with tears, there was no doubt in your mind.

This woman was not supposed to be there, and was definitely not supposed to talk to that child...

This woman was a - shiver of disgust- tabloid journalist.

Your blood boiled as you saw her take a picture of the teary eyed Dickie, and you were standing protectively in front of him before you could even think about it. When you felt the boy clutch to your sleeve, hiding behind you and holding on for dear life, you knew you wouldn’t regret it.

“Can I ask you why you’re talking to that boy, please ?”

“What, it’s illegal to talk to fellow guests now ?”

“Lady, you’re well in your thirties. He’s eight. You have no right talking to him. Not only is it weird, but I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, and pray tell, what am I doing, lovey ?”

“You’re trying to get a story out of him. And you should be ashamed of yourself. He’s eight ! And from what I heard, you were asking some very disgusting things back there !”

“I-”

“Shut up.”

Your words came out harsh and determined, and the woman was so shocked she stayed silent for a while. You crouch down to Dick’s level, and ask :

“Are you ok, my little buddy ?”

He nods weakly, and then burst into tears as he launches himself in your arms, clinging to you tightly. You turn your head towards the woman, glaring at her so fiercely she doesn’t dare to take a picture of the scene, even as she knows she could sell them for a golden price.

“You should be ashamed of yourself. He’s just a child !”

The woman was about to say something else, something you knew would fuel your anger further, when Bruce arrived, and it was clear from his face that he was not happy.

A quick look to you holding his crying son in your arms, and to the lady with the camera in her hands, and he understand what happened. With a cold voice you never heard him use before, he says :

“I suggest you leave the area now, before I force you to.”

There was something almost scary, in his demeanor. Almost like...No. Impossible. In any case, you didn’t worry about it much, drawing soothing circles with your hand on Dick’s back, trying to calm him.

People around quickly stopped staring as they met Bruce’s assassin glare. It was not secret, that he was very protective of his son. And of his new girlfriend, apparently.

You picked the little boy in your arms (Dick, at the time, was still so tiny), and Bruce comes closer, trying to soothe him too. And it really looked like all this was real...

Dick fell asleep in Bruce’s arms shortly after that, and was still there when it was time for the gala official pictures. Not wanting to wake him up, for once, Bruce allowed people to photograph the boy, as long as they did not frame his face.

He laid his free hand on the small of your back, and just like you got used to those past months, you pretend to be head over heels for him and have one of your own arm around his waist.

“Would you please allow me to kiss you on the cheek, for the cameras ?”

His question is so sweet, softly whispered in your ears. And you felt like a tease tonight, and maybe a little tipsy too. You tell him :

“On the cheek only ? Let’s give them a show no ? Let them forget about what happened with Dick.”

Of course, you’re only joking, but there’s a light in Bruce’s eyes you haven’t seen before and...It disappears quickly. He chuckles, of that low chuckles that would charm anyone in the world, and says :

“I don’t want to force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to. Actually kissing me, I realize, might be too much.”

You know he caught on your joke, but you can’t brush off that light in his eyes that ignited when you suggested to kiss him...You don’t know why, and it feels you’re not controlling your own words, as you hear yourself say :

“Oh because kissing you would be such a horrible thing wouldn’t it ? Oh my, you’re only one of the handsomest man in Gotham, a rather attractive fella, how could I handle kissing you ? So disgusting !”

Your tone is teasing, and a little bit challenging. He catches on that, too. He answers :

“But I am merely here to serve. I will do as you wish. You only have to say the words.”

His smile fills your vision. His face. And the way he softly holds your waist, even as his other arms is carrying his son (the man was BUILT). And you think...Well, fuck it ! It was time for the first (fake) kiss, right ?

Right here, in front of the cameras, where everyone was seeing you. Making it go full circle. Making it “official”.

“Kiss me then, if you dare.”

You simply say. Releasing a breath you were unaware you were keeping in. And he feels his heart squeeze, and as if he’s sweating a bit. When was the last time he was nervous about kissing a woman ?

He couldn’t remember.

And then he kisses you, the flashes of cameras slowly fading away as his lips melt onto yours.

Wow. What a perfect, and nice, first kiss.

As fake as it might be.

Your room.

Your room at Wayne Manor was bigger than your entire apartment.

You and Bruce decided that sometimes, so you wouldn’t raise any suspicion, you’d sleep at the Manor. Paparazzi were so on top of everything, it would seem weird if he was in a “committed relationship” and you never slept at his place.

So Alfred settled a room for you.

Oh. Alfred ! You met him not long ago, and he was the best !

It felt like he could magically guess what you wanted when you wanted it, and magically appeared with that warm cup of tea you craved, or that meal you’ve been thinking about all day.

But beyond that, he was genuinely nice and made sure to make you as comfortable as possible. He showed you around, and his conversation was so pleasant !

You could actually see a lot of Bruce in him. Or, rather, it was evident that Alfred had raised Bruce most of his life, because they had a lot of similar mannerism, and were both kind and caring (Ah, imagine if Superman knew what you thought of Bruce, how crazy it’d sound to him eh ? But of course, that you’d discover way WAY later).

You never went to explore much when it was time to go to bed, too afraid to get lost. This place was huge, and you never quite had a good sense of orientation.

One could only wonder, what would you have discovered if you ever dared to wake up during the night, and explore his home ?

Build a Bear.

Sometimes, Bruce really had to wrack his brain for original date ideas. Ever since he came back to Gotham, his dating days consist of pretending to sleep with every model in the World.

He’d take them to fashion shows, to galas, to charity events...All very public places, unsuitable for a “serious” relationship like he was hoping to make yours and his pass for.

Enter : Clever little Dickiebird, who always had an idea (and who might’ve been the best wingman someone like the Batman needed...that, of course, he’d discover it way, WAY later) :

“You can take her to a build a bear !”

“Build...a bear ?”

“Yeah, you know. You go and you make your own teddy bear !”

“I do know, I took you to get Chester - the name of Dick’s favorite plushie toy now, and maybe with which he slept-. But...For a date ?”

“What ? It’s cute and intimate !”

“Huh ?”

It has been a long time, since Alfred Pennyworth had to hold his laughter in that hard, and try to stay impeccably neutral. And there, faced with his master Bruce, who was known as the “ultimate womanizer”, the “perfect playboy”, and who was currently taking advice from his eight years old son...It was really hard to keep a straight face.

It was also incredibly adorable. Especially how Bruce seemed to genuinely listen to the little one, unaware that he seemed actually way too interested for things just to be for his “fake relationship” to be more convincing.

Not that Alfred was going to tell Bruce anything.

“Dick, you know (Y/N) isn’t really my girlfriend, right ?”

The way the boy talked about taking you to a date, felt to Bruce like he was forgetting this was all fake. And it was important to remind him.

But Dick had to invoke all the efforts in the world to not roll his eyes as to say : “sure she isn’t”, by now, it was oh so obvious to everyone but you and Bruce that there was a very real thing forming between you two.

Instead, he said :

“But you’re suppose to make the public really believe it right ? If you take her to build a bear, I can assure you they will think you guys are the real deal.”

Bruce pondered this for a little bit, and realized that his son was right. It did seem like a cute and intimate date to bring your girl to, even if she was your fake girl...

Ah. Bruce forgot his own words. “Dick is great at pretending.” He is. He really is. Just like right now, he was pretending his idea was completely innocent, while he knew it would bring you two ever so closer.

That whenever you’d see those bears you were going to build in your home, you’d think of one another. And remember fondly of the memory.

And oh. Oh that boy was right.

Your bear was sitting proudly on your couch, and every time you saw it, you remembered how clumsy Bruce had been, filling his own bear up. And how cute he was, carefully thinking of his options.

And every time Bruce saw his own bear, that Alfred, for some reason, settled in the Batcave on the “trophy shelves” (and for some reason Bruce didn’t take it off of it...), he couldn’t help but think how he had genuine fun that day.

Genuine fun, for the first time in what felt like ages. And how your smiling and giggling face didn’t seem to leave his mind, whenever he saw that bear...

Conniving traitors.

“We both agree, he’s in love with her right ? He’s just too dense to realize it.”

“Oh yes, young Master Richard, he definitely is. And he is dense, at times.”

“Should we do anything ?”

“No more than what you’re already doing.”

“Which is ?”

“Which is continuing to push them in the...Right direction.”

“Oh ! I get it ! I’ll keep going Al’!”

“And I’m sure you’ll make miracles, young master.”

Dick’s smile to the old butler was so pure and happy, that Alfred had a hard time keeping his composure once again.

And oh. Oh how he wish they were right, and that his Master Bruce would FINALLY allow himself to be happy...

Rumors and Truth

Bruce was just a tiny bit older than you. 24, according to his wikipedia page.

And you couldn't help but be a little jealous, as you were looking at the page to re-enroll yourself in Gotham’s university, knowing he was done with college.

Then again, he was obviously a genius and would’ve been done faster than you anyway, even if you were the same age, since he finished his PhD just the year before, while most people don't even START their doctorate until they're around 23/24.

Mmmm. Made you think. Was this just yet another rumors about the man ?

Maybe not, after all it was proven he started college at age 14, and in Ivy Leagues ones, all across the world.

From Cambridge, to Oxford, without forgetting La Sorbonne (A/N : by the way, this is canon haha, Bruce really did start college that early and went to many different places, and honestly, is anyone surprised ?).

This wasn't really something you absolutely couldn't believe, compared to other crazy rumors about him. And you knew he WAS smart.

By then, you couldn't count how many things were circulating about him, and how hard it was to know the truth from just plain old rumors.

He had over a thousand lovers, he had MORE than one PhD (impossible, right ?), he had died once but survived somehow, he was part of a cult, he often lost his status as a billionaire because he gave so much money to charities and such, but his companies meddled in so many areas that his bank account was always filled more and more…

Honestly that last part didn't really surprise you. You saw him gave his money away to things he cared about (like education and medical care) without a second thoughts, so the fact he constantly oscillated between "billionaire" and "multi-millionaire" didn't really surprise you, not when you knew him like you did now.

You totally trusted the rumors that said that by now, he gave away more than he currently owned. It sounded like him alright…But how to know the truth from the downright crazy ? Did he really have a PhD or was this just an addition to how special and different Bruce Wayne was in Gotham ? What kind of PhD did he have anyway ? 1000 lovers, really ?!

So many questions. And not a lot of answers. Even if you grew closer (as friends, of course), Bruce was still somewhat of a mystery to you.

He never really tried to dismiss rumors, even the bad ones (unless they touched his son). Which made you wonder if they were true or not. And you really, really, for some reasons, wanted to know more about him...

“Is something the matter ?”

He asks. Oh goddamn you, day dreaming on one of your regular “coffee date”.

You shake your head, sipping on your drink and say :

“Was just thinking about...Tabloids.”

“Ah.”

He frowns. For understandable reasons.

“I was just thinking about wether some rumors were true or not.”

“What do you think is not true ?”

“I don’t really know, and you never really say a rumor is false so it’s hard to know.”

“Do you want to know anything in particular ?”

Bruce knows it’s dangerous, to let you enter his private life like that. There’s a reason, after all, why he never dismisses any rumors.

It helped build his fake persona, and take away any suspicions that he might be the infamous Batman.

But he felt weak, around you. As if he just wanted to please you, no matter what. Sometimes, he felt dangerously close to just tell you : “ask me anything and I’ll tell you the truth”, even if it meant revealing his night activities...

Crazy, right ?

He knew it was. And that he shouldn’t let it happen. Yet here he was, asking if you wanted to know something. Craving your attention. It felt so unlike him. But...You seemed to unlock a certain part of him.

The one that didn’t die with his parents, and remained hidden. The one that was the old little Bruce, full of hope, honesty and happiness. Full of wish for the future...Even if he knew there was none.

“How was college, for you ?”

You hear yourself asking, really wondering if it was true he was 14 when he started, and if it was...How different you guys were, right ? You were 21 right now, and taking a gap year after two years of college...When he was your age, he had already finished a master (or even maybe two).

"My college years were actually pretty boring, and unlike some rumors say, weren't particularly wild. I was really young."

"Ah, I heard the rumors."

"Those are true, I'm afraid haha."

"Afraid ? You're a genius !"

Which is why you found, more and more, his "himbo" persona to be odd. WHat was Bruce Wayne trying to hide ? Mmm…

Bruce recognized that look in your eyes. The look of someone who was onto something, and it was too frightening to let it happen. So he said :

"Yes well, I feel I missed a lot, during those years. Which is why I make it up now hahaha !"

His boisterous laughter seemed genuine, and totally fooled you. You couldn't always be on top of everything eh ? And this, did answer your question about his himbo persona…Oh, Bruce was good.

And he knew it. He trained for years, to make sure nobody would ever even suspect him to be Batman.

But he had to be careful with you. He knew it. It was obvious. You weren't that easy to fool…

The Day Batman saved you.

The fact he had to be careful with you was confirmed not long after. When, as Batman, he came to your rescue.

He should’ve known, that even with a voice changer, and a mask covering most his face, plus a demeanor that was completely different from his usual one, you’d still get suspicious...He should’ve known because he, by then, knew you quite well.

But, what ? Was he suppose to just let you get mugged ?

He couldn’t.

Even if in the grand scheme of things, it would’ve been better, and he would definitely intervene if it got too rough...He couldn’t.

He couldn’t bear the thought of you getting hurt, or feeling distressed.

He knew this was stupid. That he shouldn’t get so attached. That muggings weren’t really his area of expertise, that to stop them, he had to hit the big bosses. He knew. Small thugs weren’t his target. He had a much bigger vision. And rationally, he should be somewhere else right now.

Yet he couldn’t resolve himself to. Because, and that was a dangerous thought and feeling, he was in l-

“Why are we spying on your girlfriend ?”

Dick’s voice takes him out of his reveries, good. It WAS getting dangerous. Still keeping you in his field of vision (you were slowly going back to your apartment, a few minutes still, and he could leave to do other things knowing you were safe and sound in your home), he answered :

“We’re not spying on her, we’re making sure she’s safe. And she’s not my girlfriend, you know that.”

“Oh yeah ? We’ve been following your “totally not girlfriend” since the night started, awfully looks to me like we’re um, you know, stalking her.”

“We’re not.”

“Suuuuuuuuuure.”

Bruce gives an annoyed look to his son, who had way too big a smug face right now, and says :

“The night is calm, if something comes up we’ll go. But right now, it’s alright. And it has been made official, that she and I are a couple.”

“Fake couple.”

“Fake one to us, not to the public eye.”

“Ooooooh !”

Connections were quickly made in the boy’s head, and he understood why they were following her. After all, this was Gotham. And if THE Bruce Wayne had ONE known lover...Well, it was easy to know it’d attract some nasty business.

Dick was about to make a smug remark of which he had a talent for, when it happened. He pointed at you, fear in his eyes, and Bruce focused your way again.

“Stay here.”

“What why ?! I wanna help her too !”

“Because she’s too smart not to put two and two if she sees you with me. She knows us in our day lives. She’ll recognize us for sure, if we’re together.”

“Oh...”

“Just stay still, ok ?”

“Ok.”

Without a second thought, Bruce jumped down in the street down below, under Dick’s worried eyes. If anything happened to you, he knew his dad would never be the same again.

And he knew he couldn’t bear to lose yet another person he cared about. Even loved. Yes. Yes Dick loved you, as if you really were part of his family...

The months of “faking” family outings made it so. Your worst fear happened. Dick was getting attached, hardcore. And he really hoped you and Bruce would figure out you were actually in love with each others before the end of your “contract”, and before his sometimes very dense dad would decide to let you go...

For now though, he was anxiously looking at Bruce making his way to you, after he spotted a suspicious group of men genuinely stalking you.

************

“Hey pretty girl, can we talk ?”

You stop in your track, turning around, cursing yourself for not having the instinct to just take off running. Oh. But you can see at least one of them has a gun. You can’t run faster than a bullet...

“Ah it is you, isn’t it ?”

You don’t answer, knowing what they mean. Bruce sort of warned you against this. But you didn't take his warnings seriously, and here you were, going home at night, something he definitely told you not to do.

You just couldn’t sleep that night, and needed a walk...And here you were.

“You’re gonna come nicely with us, right ?”

“I dont’ think so.”

Uh ? You’re pretty sure that weird robotic voice wasn’t yours. Even if that’s exactly what you wanted to say. And that’s...oh wow.

That’s when you see him. Batman.

Immediately, the atmosphere grow even tenser. And you can see the thugs who wanted to take you with them fearfully looking at him.

“This has nothing to do with you Batman, leave us alone, we didn’t do anything wrong !”

“It has everything to do with me. Leave.”

“We have to-You don’t understand. We have to take her to-”

“Nowhere. Leave.”

Even if he was protecting you, you had to admit that, that dude was frightening. He had his back to you, and even then, he looked so intimidating and tall and broad...

Bruce was tall and broad too. But he was soft and sweet, not scary at all.

“OH MY GOD LOOK OUT !!”

One of the thug had a gun pointed at Batman. Right at his head. He didn’t have the time to enforce his helmet yet, and if he shot around his mouth, he was done for...

A rock coming out of nowhere hit the thug right in the face.

Coming out of nowhere ? To you, maybe. But Bruce knew that this was little Dickie’s doing. “Robin always has Batman’s back”, he said often...

For the time being, the one taking his gun out being knocked out triggered a “fight or flight” reaction in the others, and as two took off running (and were mysteriously hit by rocks too, knocking them out), three decided to attack Batman.

Bad move.

Very bad move.

In a matter of second, it was over.

He turns to you, and it’s hard to discern any emotions with his lighted eyes and mask. He asks :

“Are you alright, (Y/N) ?”

“How-How do you know my name ?”

“Well, you’re Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend, right ?”

There was no hesitation in Bruce’s voice as, as soon as he pronounced your name, he knew he messed up...but he trained himself to think quickly. And this “fake” relationship was a perfect excuse, of course. Everyone in Gotham knew about you two, by now.

“Oh, right, ok.”

You seemed a bit disappointed, and Bruce couldn’t quite understand why...

It only hits him later, as he was going to bed, why you looked like that. And it made hi heart beat widely. Because he was pretty sure that it was because you sort of hoped Bruce talked to “Batman about you...Oh...Oh this was getting dangerous.

But of course, Bruce had a reputation to be the one funding Batman’s gadget (a really good cover for the fact he was actually Batman). So they’d know each others...

But right there and then, as he just saved you, you felt so stupid, hoping that Bruce would’ve talked to you to Batman. Why would he ? How the hell would your name even show up in a conversation between Bruce Wayne and Batman (but oh, if you knew you occupied his thoughts many times, and who he really was, maybe you’d feel less bad ? It was, in a way, Bruce talking about you to Batman, right ?).

You smiled weakly and shyly at this impressive being in front of you, and thanked him one more time. He nods, smiling too (oh ?), and bid you farewell.

Ah. But Bruce didn’t notice your eyes go wide, as he took off with his grappling hook, and you caught the side of his face in a certain light...

Fake ?

"You know, he smiles more when you’re around.”

Dick tells you once, you look at him curiously, as he continues :

“And before you say it’s “all pretend”, let me tell you there’s a difference between this smile and the fake one. Look, that’s how he pretend.”

On that note, he looked at you and smiled widely, exaggeratedly, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. And it was so like how Bruce portrayed himself in public, that it made you chuckle.

It also scared you a little.

Not because there was a possibility Bruce did smile more around you, but because as that little boy was being silly, and now imitating his adopted father further and oh so perfectly...You felt a surge of love for him.

And that wasn’t good.

Because the day, which was coming soon now, you’d have to “dump” Bruce Wayne, you wouldn’t be able to see that little one again...why would you ?

It’d be too weird, right ? Someone like you, once “broken up”, would have no reasons or ways to ever interact with billionaire Bruce Wayne or his son ever again.

That little boy was the sweetest child you ever met. He suffered a great loss so early in his life, and there he was, making you laugh and being nice by saying you made his dad genuinely smile.

It hurt, to know that one day, you wouldn’t see him again. That he’d grow up, and you wouldn’t know what he became.

You were sure he was destined to become a great man, and you wished you could see it...No. No this was bad. This was so bad.

“I mean it you know.”

His little voice brings your attention back to him.

“I think you make him happy. With you, it feels he can be himself. He laughs more, really laughs. And it’s often that he tells me “oh this makes me think of (Y/N)” and calls you. He doesn’t need to call you for the fake relationship thing, right ? Yet he does. That means something. I think he likes you.”

You shake your head, smiling at this little boy’s wild imagination. No way. No way was THE Bruce Wayne falling for you in any way. Were you guys becoming real friends ? Sure. But it definitely stopped there. Right ?

Oh but if only you knew Dick had a knack to see this kind of things, and to guess people’s real feelings. If only you knew, that yes, Bruce was starting to fall for you...It would make the next episode way less painful for you.

“Catch me dead before you catch me catching feelings” - You to yourself, a few days before starting a fake relationship with THE Bruce Wayne.

“Fuck you” - You to yourself, almost six months in faking a relationship with Bruce Wayne.

This was...bad.

Soon enough, you and Bruce will break this entire deal off, you will “dump” him, and you’d go on your separate ways. And...

This was bad.

Why ? WHY COULDN’T YOU JUST HANG OUT WITH THIS AMAZING CHARMING MAN AND THAT’S IT ? Why ? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GET OUT THERE AND CATCH....

Catch...

Catch those body shivering “feelings”.

Not just for Bruce though. But for the little buddy too.

You felt yourself fall for Bruce slowly, and as if it was completely out of your control. But you also felt like if Dick wasn't in your life anymore...You wouldn’t feel whole again. Like he was sort of your son, too, by then.

This was so bad. How did you get yourself in this mess ? What was that FIRST rule you gave yourself when all this started ?

Right, “Catch me dead before I catch feelings”. Damn it.

Thanks GOD the “marrying season” was finally coming to an end. Both you and Bruce settled you’d wait a few weeks after it to make your break-up official, so nobody would be tempted to cancel any wedding plans to try and force their daughter onto him.

And it couldn’t happen soon enough.

Being around him now, faking being in love, was torture to you.

Kissing him knowing he felt nothing. Holding his hand in public while you knew in your heart he was just putting a show still. And hanging out with him feeling that you had absolutely no chance of this ever evolving...

It hurt.

It hurt so bad.

And you were slowly hoping you never agreed to being his fake girlfriend. Being a living cliche, the money and the fame were REALLY not worth the heartache.

So not worth it...

The end...?

"Well mister Wayne, it has truly been a pleasure to be your "girlfriend" haha. Seriously, I had a lot of fun, and a little revenge on life. You know, I saw Eric and Monica not long ago. They tried to become my friends again, knowing I was with you. It was great, to ignore them like they ignored them. You’re right, they’re really not worth it. And honestly I still don’t think we’re even after they hurt me like they did but...In the end, they looked so outraged. Win-win, really. Thank you very much."

"Thank YOU, for playing along and doing more than you bargained for. You really saved me a lot of hassle and…I had fun, too."

Your taxi was pulling in front of the Manor, and honked as he parked. Clearly, not a very patient driver.

"Well, see you around, Bruce ! If you're not too busy, you know…I kinda consider you a friend by now ?"

"Me, too."

Bruce lied. A "friend" ? No, it couldn't cover and explain all his feelings for you. A "friend". How ridiculous.

As you walked away, giving him a last smile, Bruce felt a pang in his chest.

A painful and yet happy one. A longing one. One that told him that "friend" wasn't what he wanted to be…Not anymore…

But was there really a future for you and him ? Probably not. His nightly activities would get in the way. You deserve more than the life he could give you. Being his "fake" girlfriend, you only took part in his public matters. Part in a fake world full of nice things, that was far from his actual life.

"Friend", he wished he could be more to you than this.

But he knew.

He knew that for your own good, he had to stay away. And oh, oh how he wished he could be more than just your "friend" or "fake" boyfriend.

Yet he watched as you walked away. Without doing anything.

He watched you leave, and felt the hole in his heart expand a little more. But didn’t try to catch you, or stop you from leaving.

And your taxi was already far, now. On its way to Gotham.

"So you gonna run after her oooor…??"

Dick's little voice takes him out of his reveries.

“Mmm ?”

“(Y/N). Are you gonna run after her, or stand there looking like a sad puppy for the rest of your life ?”

“I do not look like a sad puppy.”

“Yes you do, and you know it. Come on dad, why are you doing this ?”

This was the first time Dick called him dad. Which didn’t go unnoticed to Bruce. It meant...It meant something was definitely happening. He felt it in his heart. Something that was dangerous. Oh so dangerous.

Hope. Like the “old Bruce” had. Hope. Full of it. Before his parents were murdered in front of him, for no reasons. Meaningless.

Hope.

To have a family again. Ah. But...Being with you was impossible. And Dick would be enough. He would. He was already enough...

“How long are ya gonna torture yourself exactly ?”

That boy was too smart for his own good. Bruce said :

“I’m not. I just...I can’t be with her.”

“I cAn’T bE wITh hEr !! ...Why ?!”

“You saw what happened, when it was made official we were together. She almost died.”

“And you saved her. Your point being ?”

“Dick...”

“Don’t -he takes a mock Bruce voice- “Dick” me mister ! You’re afraid to be happy, and I won’t have it. You gave me another chance to have a family. A dad. And I’m not about to let my dad punish himself for feeling good. You told me yourself my parents would like for me to be happy. Well yours would too, you big idiot ! So now, you listen to me.”

Dick, meaning business, jumps on the stairs’ bannister to sort of be on eye level with Bruce, and says, pointing his finger at him :

“You take one of those fancy useless sport car, and you run after her. Capish ?”

There’s a moment of silence. During which Bruce is unsure of what to do. And then...Then he smiles at his son.

His son.

“Capish”, he simply says, and he rushes towards the garage’s entrance, under Dick’s happy look.

Success.

Bruce’s car was leaving the estate, when Alfred joined Dick at the front door.

“You did it, Master Richard.”

“I hope I did !”

“Oh you did. You did. Thank you. Thank you for taking care of my son...”

Dick turned to Alfred, who couldn’t keep a straight face this time. Small tears gathered in the old man’s eyes, and sweet little Dick did not hesitate one second before jumping into his arms and giving him one of his famous “Grayson special” hug.

It’s real.

Back to square one.

You. A bad day. Looking like a mess (this time not because of the rain, but because you cried a lot). Your gap year almost over and still not knowing who you were. With no coffee, but at least, you had a tub of ice cream.

You already missed Bruce. And Dick. And Alfred.

You couldn’t believe those six months of “faking” would end up meaning so much to you, and feel so devastating as they ended.

You wish you had never met Bruce. And that you’d been ridiculed by Eric and Monica, that your life would still be pathetic...Pathetic maybe, but at least, your heart wasn’t completely shattered.

You don’t hear the hurried knocks on your door, at first. Entranced by your own sadness. It’s only when they become loud and insistant you react.

You really hope it’s not a journalist. They sort of tried to talk to you so many times, since you “dumped” Bruce...You knew he made sure that they’d stay away, but some were particularly persistent.

Including that awful woman from the charity, who was asking Dick those horrible questions. “Vicky Vale”, was her name, apparently. What a witch.

Clearly, the knocking wasn’t gonna go away, so you stood up, settled your tub of ice cream on your coffee table, and went to the door, ready to fight if need be.

But there was no need for fights.

At least, not in the literal sense of the term.

“Bruce ?”

He seems out of breath. Incredible, given how in shape he was. He doesn’t really leave you any time to say anything else, as he blurts out :

“I was wrong.”

He blurts out out of nowhere, and you’re even more confused. Before you could ask what was all this about, he adds :

“I was wrong. When I said you were the right person because you were “normal”. You’re everything, BUT “just a regular person”. You’re the most fantastic woman I’ve ever met. You decided to help a total stranger just because. I know I helped you before, but it doesn’t compare to what you did for me. Especially on a matter that seems so silly to me now. You put yourself in a very awkward position for someone you didn’t even know. In front of the public, for a guy like me. You knew I was a “playboy”, and that I could very well use you. Yet you still put up with it. You accepted my son, even as you didn’t have to. Even as, just like me, you are so young. You were nice to Dick, even if all you needed to do was pretend. You’re...You’re...You’re just something else entirely. It feels like you know me, the real me. Like you can read my very soul. Like you’re the only one for me. I’ve known for a long time. I ignored it because I was afraid of what that meant but...but a certain little one made me realize this was time. It’s time to move on. It’s time to allow myself to be happy. And so, here I am.”

Was this...it ? The point of your gap year ? To discover that finding yourself...Meant finding your soulmate ?

It sounded silly. While at the same time, not. Because you felt it. You felt it deep within you. From the moment Bruce handed you that twenty dollars bill, fate was in motion.

You meeting Eric and Monica wasn’t bad luck. It was the opposite. It was the Universe’s push towards your real Destiny.

Towards Bruce.

“You’re not saying anything. Is this bad ? Or does it mean I blew your mind away ? I’m clearly hoping for the latter...”

Over the months, you discovered how huge of a dork Bruce Wayne could be. Even as if there was often a darkness right behind his smiles. Deep within his eyes. You discovered he wasn’t always this cocky arrogant man he portrayed himself to be while in public. How he was actually pretty funny and oh so empathetic. How...How so many things, the list seemed endless in your mind.

And it only added to everything, that he looked so unsure. And so you smile. You just smile at him. And everything you feel is in that smile.

You don’t even realize you’re holding each others now, and that you’re kissing...

It’s not pretend this time.

A real first kiss.

Though maybe all your kisses until now weren’t as fake as you pretended them to be.

In any case, this, right now, is a real kiss alright.

A real one.

Full of all the pent up emotions. Free of all the fear and hurt you both felt as you realized you were in love with the other one, yet you thought things were all “fake”.

Because it wasn't fake. It wasn’t.

“I love you.”

You don’t know who said it first. You, or him. You felt so in sync, that it didn’t matter. What is sure, is that you both said it. Before you closed the door to your apartment, leading him in.

Before you spend the night in each other’s arms.

Bruce not even thinking about going out as Batman..

For the first time in years, he decided to fully embrace being happy.

“You always told me my parents would wish for me to be happy, well yours too !” Dick said. And oh, he was so right.

By the way, I’m Batman. Surprise.

“It’s not like I didn’t know, you know.”

“Huh ?”

Oh. Oh the delight to see that surprised expression on Bruce’s face. It was quite a rare one, really. And as he finally gathered the courage to tell you who he really was, risking losing you in the process but wanting to show you his full self...

It was particularly delightful.

“Busted you on that night you saved me. As if I wasn’t going to recognized that jawline.”

“Wait, really ? I really thought you bought my lies !”

“Well now, you know not to underestimate me.”

“I...Do.”

A natural smile reaches his face, and he approaches you, pulling you to him, and laying a soft kiss on your lips. Feeling fully accepted and loved, like never before. And he could see you-

“Oh NO EWWWWWW !!!”

You pull away from Bruce’s kiss (noticing his slow grumble, displeased to lose your warmth), and look at little Dickie (your son too, now !), staring at you two, looking disgusted.

“Get a ROOOOM !!”

This makes you laugh. A lot. And oh. Oh how would you ever guess, in that moment, that one day, this “get a room !!” said in such a disgusted tone would be the trademark of your children (SIX OF THEM) whenever they’d see you and Bruce display any sort of affection to one another ?

You couldn’t guess, of course. But even in that moment, as you softly laughed, in Bruce’s arms, while looking at your son now making exaggerated noises and acting silly, you knew this...

This was what you’ve been looking for during this gap year.

This was who you were.

Right there.

At the heart of a loving family, even if right now, it was just the three of you (four, let’s not forget Alfred !).

The end.

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And here we are. I hope you liked it ? I feel particularly nervous about this one haha. Don’t hesitate to leave a little comment and reblog :), It’s always greatly appreciated, and encouraging :D. Thanks in advance, and see you soon with a new story !

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