hi everyone! i’m happy to announce that i’m going to be participating in whumptober/flufftober again! just like last year, i have decided to mix up both writing events! some days will be whump and then some other days will be fluff :)
rules/information
you must be 18+ to participate in this since it does feature heavy topics, and my account isn’t for minors in the first place, so please unfollow if you are
during this event, i wont be posting any other fics or taking any fic requests. i just wanna put all of my focus on these fics
here's the list of the fictional characters that i'll be accepting requests for whumptober/flufftober!
here's an example of what your request can look like: day 2 with eddie diaz, pulled underwater (whumptober) or day 26 with jake seresin, road trip (flufftober)
crossed out means that someone has sent in a request for that day
this is the whumptober list that i'll be using for some days and this is the flufftober list that i'll be using for the other days! all credits go to the original owners!
the last day to send any request for the event will be august 28th, no later than that
here's the taglist if you wanna be tagged in these fics!
day 1: “this is so romantic.” “you’re so weird.”
day 2: new opportunities
day 3: magical affliction | struggling to breathe | “pain makes you taste sweeter.”
day 4: substance withdrawal | moments too late | “shh, shh, you’re okay.”
day 5: reading nook
day 6: pet shop
day 7: trapped in a small space | dehydration | “how many fingers am i holding up?”
day 8: sibling caretaker | whumpee trivializing their own trauma | “me? what about you?”
day 9: “stay?” (alt/replacement prompt)
day 10: “are you sure?”
day 11: baking together
day 12: physiological torture | hallucinations | “this is where you belong.”
day 13: creating a new playlist
day 14: thrown into a wall | blood draining | “look at you, pathetic.”
day 15: watching a game/show/concert
day 16: moment of softness | losing a comfort item | “i hate you.” … “i love you too.”
day 17: “absolutely not!” “absolutely yes!”
day 18: collapsing from exhaustion | hunted like an animal | “this is how you repay me?”
day 19: fake relationship (alt/replacement prompt)
day 20: bridal carry | weakness | “sweet dreams, whumpee.”
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hi everyone! i’m happy to announce that i’m going to be participating in whumptober/flufftober again! just like last year, i have decided to mix up both writing events! some days will be whump and then some other days will be fluff :)
rules/information
you must be 18+ to participate in this since it does feature heavy topics, and my account isn’t for minors in the first place, so please unfollow if you are
during this event, i wont be posting any other fics or taking any fic requests. i just wanna put all of my focus on these fics
here's the list of the fictional characters that i'll be accepting requests for whumptober/flufftober!
here's an example of what your request can look like: day 2 with eddie diaz, pulled underwater (whumptober) or day 26 with jake seresin, road trip (flufftober)
crossed out means that someone has sent in a request for that day
this is the whumptober list that i'll be using for some days and this is the flufftober list that i'll be using for the other days! all credits go to the original owners!
the last day to send any request for the event will be august 28th, no later than that
here's the taglist if you wanna be tagged in these fics!
day 1: “this is so romantic.” “you’re so weird.”
day 2: new opportunities
day 3: magical affliction | struggling to breathe | “pain makes you taste sweeter.”
day 4: substance withdrawal | moments too late | “shh, shh, you’re okay.”
day 5: reading nook
day 6: pet shop
day 7: trapped in a small space | dehydration | “how many fingers am i holding up?”
day 8: sibling caretaker | whumpee trivializing their own trauma | “me? what about you?”
day 9: “stay?” (alt/replacement prompt)
day 10: “are you sure?”
day 11: baking together
day 12: physiological torture | hallucinations | “this is where you belong.”
day 13: creating a new playlist
day 14: thrown into a wall | blood draining | “look at you, pathetic.”
day 15: watching a game/show/concert
day 16: moment of softness | losing a comfort item | “i hate you.” … “i love you too.”
day 17: “absolutely not!” “absolutely yes!”
day 18: collapsing from exhaustion | hunted like an animal | “this is how you repay me?”
day 19: fake relationship (alt/replacement prompt)
day 20: bridal carry | weakness | “sweet dreams, whumpee.”
prompt: Day 22- “who did this to you?” ( @ailesswhumptober )
pairing: Rip Wheeler x Wife!Reader
summary: While you’re out in Bozeman finishing up running some errands, you get pulled into a van with three men who take advantage and do horrible things to you
warnings: whump, references to sexual assault, getting the impression that the reader is being stalked, references to rape, kidnapping, crying, established relationship, the reader and rip have an daughter in this fic, reader having a black eye, reader having a busted lip, reader having a red mark on her neck, angst, mention of the train station, mention of picking up a wedding ring from the jewelers, the reader thinking it’s her fault for what happened to her, the three kidnappers wearing masks, the reader getting taken advantage of, mention of whiskey, rip getting protective of the reader, pet names, rip reassuring the reader that it’s not her fault for what happened to her, rip comforting the reader, slight mention of nudity, mention of the reader being in her bra and underwear, tore underwear, bra having dirt marks on it, rip respecting the reader’s feelings. please proceed with caution if you decide to read this. also if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 2.6k+
a/n: as always, thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me! i don’t own any of the pictures in the moodboard above. all credits go to the original creators/owners!
You were currently in Bozeman running a few errands. Bozeman was the closest town to where the ranch was, unlike Billings. Billings was at least two and a half hours from the ranch. Bozeman was only a forty-minute drive away. Plus, you tend to only go to Billings if Rip is with you. This time, he wasn't. Rip decided to stay back at the ranch with your daughter, Evelyn. The two of them decided to start getting the Christmas decorations out since October is going to be over soon. You're the type of family that starts decorating for Christmas once November starts.
The first place you had to go to in Bozeman was the post office. You had to pick up some stamps since you don't have any, and you know you’re going to need them since the holidays are approaching since most likely, you’re going to have to mail out Christmas presents to your family members who live in other states besides Montana.
When you entered the post office, there weren't many people in line waiting to either drop off a package or preps to pick one up, or even to buy stamps. It was probably because it was a Friday afternoon and the majority of people were still at work, and not out running errands.
Once you received your stamps, you headed out of the post office and over to the next place that you needed to go. You had to head over to the local jewelers to pick up Rip’s wedding ring. You and him send it to the jewelers for it to be cleaned since it’s been a while since it was last cleaned.
“How can I help you?” the young woman asked you when you walked into the jewelry shop.
“Hi,” you greeted the worker. “I’m here to pick up a ring that was sent in last week to be cleaned.”
“What’s the name?” she asked you.
“It’s Y/N Wheeler.”
After you told the worker your name, she headed back to get Rip’s ring. While you were waiting for her. You admire the jewelry that was displayed in the glass case that was right where you were standing. While you were doing that, you just had an uneasy feeling come over you. It felt like someone was perhaps watching you. You looked around the jewelry store to make sure no one was there, and that your mind was just playing games with you. While you scanned the place, you didn't see anything out of the ordinary. You didn't see if anyone could be stalking you.
“Here you go, Mrs. Wheeler,” the worker smiled. She came back from the back room with a small box. The small box had Rip’s wedding ring in it. “Would you like a small bag for it?” she asked you.
“No, I’m good,” you shook your head. ‘Thank you though.”
You placed the ring into your purse and headed to the next place that you needed to go. You had to go to the local beauty store to buy more face lotion since you ran out of it this morning. The beauty store was a family-owned business too. You have been shopping at the store for as long as you can remember.
When you entered the store, you grabbed a basket. Yeah, you just need to get one thing, but still. You won't be surprised if you end up buying other beauty products that you come across in the store. You headed over to the aisle where the face lotions were, so that you could get that out of the way. While you were looking at all of them, you noticed someone out of the corner of your eye, standing a few feet away from you. You didn't know that besides the owners being in the shop, there was someone else shopping, besides you. You did notice though that the guy looks very familiar, but you can't exactly figure out why he does. You just brushed the situation off and went back to shopping.
In the end, you did end up spending quite some time in the beauty shop. You did end up buying more than the face lotion that you needed to. You ended up buying some new fragrances of perfumes that were on sale, a new cologne fragrance for Rip, a new bottle of bubble bath soap for Evelyn, and a new bottle of body wash for Rip since he was running low on the one that he had back at home.
The owner’s wife, Lucy, was checking you out. While she was, the two of you were having small talk with each other. It felt so nice talking to her. You always have the greatest talks with her when you do. You were updating her about Evelyn. Lucy has always considered Evelyn as her own niece. Also while you were getting checked out, and having your small talk with Lucy, that’'s when you noticed the guy again. This time he was off to one of the aisles looking at the different gel products for men. You thought that it was odd that he was in the same area as you again.
“I’m sorry, sir. Do I know you from somewhere?” you decided to ask the man. You just had to ask him that question. You needed to know why he looked so familiar to you.
The man turned his attention towards the register where you were at, “No ma’am,” he shook his head with a small smile plastered on his face. “I’m actually new to the area.”
For some reason, you really didn't believe the guy. You weren't gonna tell the guy that though. If you did, that would most likely not turn out good. “Oh! You just look very familiar to me, that’s why,” you explained to him.
“I guess I just have a familiar face then,” he lightly laughed.
“I guess so,” you awkwardly smiled. You started to get that same uneasy feeling that you got when you were at the jeweler's shop. Lucy must have noticed that you started to look uneasy as she bagged up the items that you bought.
“Hey. Are you alright?” she asked concernedly.
You turned your attention back to her. “Yeah, I’m alright,” you played it off.
After you paid for your items and exchanged your goodbyes and headed out. You are done with your errands now. You put the bag from the beauty store in your car, so you don't have to carry it with you while you head over to the coffee shop. You just decided to walk over there since it was only a couple of buildings down. Once you get your iced coffee, you’re planning to head back to the ranch.
While you were walking down the sidewalk, heading to the coffee shop. You had to cross a small alley to get to the other side. You were about to do that when suddenly a van cut you off and blocked you from being able to get to the other side.
“What the…,” you mumbled to yourself. Before you could go around the back of the van to get to the other side of the sidewalk. Someone in a mask opened up the side door of the van and grabbed you. You had no time to react at all. The person closed the door once you were in. There was another person in a mask too in the back of the van with the one who grabbed you. Then there was the driver who even had a mask on. They were definitely wearing masks, so they could keep their identities hidden.
“What should we do with her?” the person who grabbed you asked the driver.
“You know what to do with her,” the driver said.
You knew that voice. It was the guy’s voice, the one you talked to back at the beauty shop. You were starting to wonder why he and the two men with him had kidnapped you. Did they have something against John Dutton? Did they want to buy the Yellowstone Ranch even though it’s not for sale? You just had so many questions running through your head.
The two men started getting closer to you. You tried your best to scoot into the corner of the van, but you know that it’s not going to solve anything. “Stay away from me, please,” you pleaded. Tears started to roll down your face.
——-
It must have been an hour at least being in the van with those kidnappers. The things that they did to you were horrible. You felt very vulnerable and disgusted. You just wanted to be back home already, but sadly, you weren't. You had to drive back home. You know that you shouldn't. You know that you should Rip to pick you up, but you don't have the energy to explain over the phone what happened to you. You would rather just explain in person, if you can even find the right words to do so.
On the drive back to the ranch, your mind was racing. Your brain wouldn't stop replaying what happened in the van with the three men. You wanted to cry, scream, punch something, etc. You just wanted to turn off your brain and forget what happened to you.
———
When you pulled up to your home on the property of the Yellowstone Ranch. You weren't sure how exactly to feel. You weren't sure if you should feel relieved that you were home. Or feel nervous since you are wondering how Rip is going to react/feel about what happened to you? You turned off your car and just got out. You couldn't care less now about your purse and the bag from the beauty store. You just wanted to get the clothes that you were wearing off your body.
When you approached the front door, you started to shake as you put the key in to unlock it. Once it was unlocked, you stepped into your home and closed the door behind you. You saw that Rip was sitting on the couch facing the fireplace with a whiskey glass in his hand. You didn't see Evelyn anywhere in the living room with him. She either must be taking a nap or hanging out with Teeteer somewhere on the ranch property. Rip must have heard the door open and close since he turned his attention towards you.
Rip’s smile just disappeared from his face. It seemed like he just saw a ghost. Without any hesitation, Rip quickly placed his whiskey glass onto the coffee table and headed over to you. “Who did this to you?” he asked you. He saw that you had a black eye, a busted lip, and a red mark on your neck. He took a step closer to you. He wanted to get a closer look at your injuries.
“Stay back,” you stepped back. You wanted comfort from your husband, but you weren't in the right headspace for that due to what just happened to you.
When you said that to Rip, it just broke him. Whoever did this to you. It must have hurt you very badly. “Okay,” Rip just nodded his head. “Who did this to you?” he asked you again. Rip wanted to get angry about your situation. It wasn't the right time for that though.
“I don’t know,” you shook your head. “It was three masked men.” You started crying again. “One man grabbed me and put me in the back of the van. Then him and his two buddies did horrible things to me,” you said through tears.
“I’m gonna find these fuckers,” Rip mumbled loud enough for you to hear him. Rip wasn't sure how he's going to, but he’s gonna find a way to. The three men are going to pay for what they did to. Rip doesn't care if the men have to end up at the train station. The three men don’t know who they just messed with.
“Are you sure?” you asked.
Rip was about to take a step back, but then he remembered that you wanted some distance between you and him. You noticed that he had done that though, and so you slightly nodded at him, signaling that you were okay now with him being a little closer to you. “I’m very sure, honey,” he nodded his head.
The way the word honey sounded when Rip said it to you. It made you feel a little bit better. Rip somehow knew that you needed to hear him calling some sort of pet name in this situation.
You just nodded at what Rip said. “I need to change,” you sorta changed the subject. “I just want to get out of these clothes. “I don’t want them on me any longer,” you sniffed. You have calmed down from the crying that you were just doing not too long ago.
“Do whatever you need to do, sweetheart,” Rip spoke to you softly. As much as Rip wanted to lash out, because of what happened to you. He can’t. That’s a side of him that you don't need to see at the moment. You just needed to see the comforting and soft side of him right now. “I’ll be here back on the couch if you need anything,” Rip said as he walked back to the couch and sat down.
You just nodded your head at your husband and then headed down the hall to your shared bedroom. You stripped off your clothes once you entered your bedroom and threw them in the trash can that you and Rip have in the bedroom. If you kept those clothes, you would just remember the horrible moments that happened to you while you wore them. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror that’s in the corner of the bedroom. Your bra and underwear were dismantled. You had some dirt marks on your bra and your underwear had a medium-sized tear on the waist part of it. You wrapped your arms around your body and looked down at your face. Tears started to roll down your face again.
“Hey, you’re okay, honey. I’m right here,” Rip spoke softly. He must have heard you start to cry while he was in the living room. He led you to the edge of your shared bed and had you sit down. He took a seat next to you.
“Why did this have to happen to me?” you cried into his arms. Rip wrapped his arms around you.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “It’s not your fault at all though. Okay?”
“Okay,” you slightly nodded your head. You unwrapped yourself from Rip’s arms and headed over to your dresser. Just like the clothes you wore earlier, you wanted to take off your bra and underwear too. Before you slipped them off to change into a new pair of underwear and clothes, Rip actually turned his head the other direction. It’s not that he wanted to look at you. It’s because he respects your feelings and knows that it’s actually not the right time to look at you in a time like this. Once you tossed the bra and underwear into the trash can, and changed into pajamas. You went back to the edge of the bed where Rip was.
“I’m going to help you get through this, sweetheart,” Rip promised. Rip is going to keep his promise. He’s going to help you get through this horrible incident. He’s not leaving your side anytime soon.
I started to watched Yellowstone series drama when it first started i love it very much I was obsessed with it.. main character love most RIP WHEELER AND BETH DUTTON couple are the badass couples.. and til ending when finish.. i was loyal to this drama series... i missed it.. so much love ❤️..
i loved the yellowstone series so much too! i first got into the show during the later seasons. i absolutely loved beth and rip so much! i also loved them as a couple too!✨and same here, i miss that show so much. i was so upset when it came to an end💔
bruce wayne loves buying expensive soaps and lotions for you. seeing your skin well taken care of makes him feel accomplished.
bruce wayne who got five different wedding rings for different occasions. from a big, fat rock to show off, to plain band of your choosing when doing anything that required rough handling.
bruce wayne carries you at galas when your feet hurt from standing all night. he’ll have you held tight the whole time.
bruce wayne gaining some extra weight because alfred left for vacation and you took initiative to cook. and, goodness, you cook divine. he repeats.
bruce wayne needing to know everything you do at every hour of the day. not in an overbearing possessive manner, he just likes to know you’re safe and doing all the things you like.
bruce wayne picking you up from any place you go to alone with your favourite car in his collection.
bruce wayne kissing your ankles when he helps you take off your shoes.
bruce wayne scheduling time between his meetings just to have you in his office. he’ll hug you close whilst sitting and bury his face in your stomach.
bruce wayne going insane the first time you leave him alone with all his boys and girls, because he hasn’t been alone as a parent in a long time and they’re all begging to speak to you about their problems.
bruce wayne adores you. he’ll spend hours he doesn’t have trying to memorise your every fibre in his brain.
bruce wayne talking about you subconsciously at justice league meetings. diana mentions something about needing to fix a cape? "my wife could-" he quiets down immediately — too much pride in his voice and too little want for the others to tease him. hal suggests a party? "mrs. wayne cooks good-" everyone’s staring. whoops. barry needs help picking something out for his wife? "i could give you my wife’s number-" short circuit.
bruce wayne starting to let his greys show because you tell him they make him look hot.
bruce wayne who still has pictures of your first date. he looked like such a douche in a tuxedo, and you looked so wonderful in your attire. how did he score you with ‘brucie’ in the way?
bruce wayne has to hide his smile every time you walk by him at wayne industries. everyone knows you’re married. he still tries to act professional.
bruce wayne falling in love with you all over again when he sees you dote on the batkids. kissing richard on the forehead even when he’s well past his twenties, fixing jason’s shirt collar when he dresses spiffy, ruffling tim’s hair and immediately combing it back afterwards, learning arabic just to communicate better with damian, applauding cass and being the loudest at recitals when she finishes a routine, sharing skincare advice with duke.
bruce wayne who is so grateful he chose you. you understand him. you see him. you know when it’s bruce, you know when it’s the bat.
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A quiet groan leaves his lips as he pressed his cheek deeper into the pillow, voice muffled through the cushions.
It tingles. But it feels so so good — the rhythmic tap of your fingers before you begin to drag your fingertips across his bare back, feeling the little scars and brushing over the bruises with soft reverence.
His back muscles are tensing, arms wrapped around the pillow, biceps flexing ever so slightly, jaw clenching as he tries to cover his own whimpers.
“Feels s’good.” a shudder runs down his spine.
“Hmm? What was that, pretty boy?” a teasing hum.
You are making yourself comfortable on the back of his hip, leaning right over him and letting your hands roam around — before kneading the well built muscles.
The feeling of them makes you incredibly giddy, all happy to be the only one who gets to see him so bare.
“All yours, continue.”
Instead of heading his plead, you do the opposite and halt mid movement — he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Please continue.” he corrects himself.
“Good.” you whisper and do as he pleases, beginning to scratch harshly.
“Shit—”
The unforgiving, red marks vividly appear as you run your fingernails across his back. The contour beneath his skin, the breadth of his shoulders, the full shape of his back. And the way his muscles stretch and tighten as his hands curl around the fabrics of the pillow.
You fucking love it, bite your lower lips while leaning forward and massage his shoulder. Your shadow falls over him as you loom right inches above him, one hand trailing down to his biceps to squeeze it lightly.
“Wish this could go on forever, you’re too good f’me.” he buries his face deeper into the pillow.
He could feel your palm dragging over the hard, defined parts of his spine. Then it wanders down, fingertips dipping into the curve of his lower back and it tingles comfortably. He relishes in the way your touch seems to linger on the hard, corded muscles, tracing little maps.
As soon as you pressed a little harder against it, dipping right between the curve — he subconsciously arches his back.
married to bruce wayne, you’re still not used to luxury.
bruce wayne loved to see you wear the things he bought you, always shoving his card into your pocket or sliding it into your purse when you weren’t looking. he had tim set up his card as your apple pay and you didn’t realize until your bank account didn’t budge since your last paycheck. he didn’t quite enjoy the fact that you paid for your own things. even if he wouldn’t tell you to quit your job, he wanted you to save it up for something else, something he wouldn’t be around for.
now you’re in a boutique in paris with him.
he’s brought you for a business deal, but slipped away during lunch to take you sight seeing. bruce was the one to bring you to this store, even if he didn’t like to admit how much he loved to take you shopping and watch you twirl around in the pretty skirts while he pretended not to have a raging hard on.
you were distracted by a gorgeous black dress, clad in soft lace that looked carefully woven into the fabric. silk lining in the inside that felt like it was barely there when you held it in your palm. striking like a midnight sky that blurred over gotham while the sounds of the city were masked behind those bulletproof windows bruce had built.
the price tag was hefty, so many zeroes that you questioned whether you should do your part and actually eat the rich, starting with your husband.
you didn’t feel his presence lurking closer behind you. you didn’t notice when he looked away from his phone, responding to emails while he let you pick something out, even when you said over and over you didn’t need anything.
“get it.”
the sound of his voice made you actually jump, turning around with your hand clutching your chest.
“fuck me— bruce! stop doing that!” pushing lightly at his hard chest.
he gives you the smallest, amused smile, just barely there so you couldn’t tell anyone of it.
“get it. it’ll look beautiful on you,” he takes the dress off the hanger from in front of you, “or off you. whatever point of the evening we’re at.”
you roll your eyes at him, following behind him while he continues to sift through another rack of clothing. shoving his phone into his pocket, he puts the dress over his shoulder and pulls out another from its hanger.
“oh,” he starts, holding it in front of him while you remained blocked by his huge stature, back blocking the view of what he held, “this is scandalous.”
“bruce, i don’t need any more clothes really. you buy me enough,” sighing as you rounded his enormous back to gape at the dress he held, “wha—that can’t be for me, i’m not wearing that!”
he turned to you, tilting his head with the worlds softest feigned stern expression etched across it, “it’s beautiful.”
you’re shaking your head, “not for me! do you see how short it is? and the neck line is so low!”
“are you claiming you wouldn’t look good in it?”
“i’m saying i’m not wearing it anywhere, my titties will pop out,” you cross your arms while you continued whisper yelling at him as he held it up against your front trying to imagine it on you, smiling like he could see exactly what you described, “stop that bruce.”
it was always a losing war with him when he wanted to buy you something.
he shrugs at you before throwing the dress over his other shoulder and walking to the counter to pay, already gliding his credit card out of his wallet, “you can just wear it for me then hmm? you know how i feel about your spillage.”
shit eating grin on his face as he taps his unlimited card on the pinpad and takes your hand in his. he lifts your linked hands to kiss the back of yours and then the enormous rock on your finger as he starts to lead you out from the store.
“can you wear it for me tonight? i promise i will misbehave, mrs. wayne.”
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Summary: Bruce got back from a long mission and is in the cave solving a case, and you were in your shared bedroom not asleep in the late hour and wanted to spend some time with him and you thought a movie night would be a good idea.
Type: Fluff ☁️
Words: 626
You were in your king sized bed, the blanket was heavy around your waist. You couldn't fall asleep. Something felt missing and you knew who it was. "Bruce" you said softly. You turned to get your phone from the night stand. The wallpaper was of you and Bruce in the park with coats and scarfs when it was snowing.
You opened your phone to call him, the phone rang for a few seconds, then it was answered. "Hey are you still on patrol?" A deep voice answered, "No I just got to the cave love, did you need anything?" "I need you to come to bed. Please?" "Im working on a case darling I can't" "Please just for tonight, we can have a movie night."
It went silent for a few seconds, "Alright im coming." He hung up the phone and you placed your phone back on the night stand and got up to make the pillows into a cocoon around the bed to make it feel more comfortable.
Bruce was a sucker for you when it came to cuddling. He thinks he's got that strong macho man identity when it comes to you, but you both know that's not true. You know that if you ask for something physical between you too he will be eager to complete that wish for you.
As you were finishing up the cocoon you made out of pillows you hear the heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to the bedroom door. It opened revealing Bruce in his robe, "Mind if I take a quick shower before love?" you hummed as if saying you allow him to do so. You walk up to your closet and quickly change out of your pajama pants and got into some pink shorts with white stripes and a pink tank top with white lace around the top of the shirt.
You then get on the bed with the controller in hand and lay down waiting for Bruce. He then came out with crimson robe and a towel around his neck. His hair was wet but regardless he went on the bed laying next to you. "So what movie did you pick darling." "Just a cheesy rom-com, there wasn't really anything else good to watch."
The credits to the movie played as it started. You shifted closer to Bruce laying your head on his bare chest, it was hard with muscle but you didn't mind. He drapped his arm around your waist. "Comfotable?" "Very" he kissed your head and watched the movie with you for the rest of the night.
As an hour passed you heard snoring and it was coming from Bruce. You chuckled and reached for the remote to turn it off. But Bruce's arm around your waist made it hard to do so, it was like a baby holding their favorite teddy to bed. You smiled and covered your mouth from laughing any louder to not wake him up.
You tried lifting his arm a little which made his grip tighter. So stretched your arm as long as you could to reach the remote, you stretched and stretched, "Got it!" You said it a little too loudly and looked back at Bruce to so him open his eyes. "Darling what are you doing?"
"Sorry I woke you up I was trying to get the remote"
"You could've woken me up you know"
"I know but you were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you."
He took the control from your hands and turned off the TV. He then pulled you closer to his chest. He pulled the blanket over both of your bodies and kissed your head, "Sleep " You smiled and closed your eyes.
