Call me Mrs. Styles

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a/n: Don't even know how I came up with this one tbh but I'm depressed because tour is over so I've been thinking about the guys too much.

summary: After a long day, you finally get home and spend some time with your partner and your sleep app comes in handy the next morning.

warnings: None :)

pairings: Ashton Irwin x fem!reader

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Your ears got used to the car horns blaring and engines rumbling as you sat in traffic waiting impatiently to get home after a day that has-- for lack of better words, exhausted you. Those familiar sounds were soon interrupted by a sound that clashed with the cars and their horns. Your phone. You pick it up and glance at it quickly even though you are stuck in traffic that's not moving. You answer it and put it on speaker, dropping it onto your lap

"Hey, Ash" you say into the speaker

"Hey, you. Where are you?" he asks clearly wondering where you are as you should have been home almost an hour ago.

"Stuck in traffic." You sigh simply wanting to go home, see your partner, eat dinner whilst watching TV and go to sleep.

"Ah, I should have come to get you" he replies hearing your tone.

"That wouldn't have gotten me home any faster" you giggle

"I could have been there to keep you company at least. I've been home all day by myself" He hates being alone for too long, you knew this but needed to leave nevertheless.

"Would've could've should've" You reply not even thinking up of another answer for him.

You hear him let out a little laugh before informing you "You sound like a dad"

"Thanks, Ashton" You reply sarcastically. "I should be home in about half an hour" you let him know

"Perfect. I made dinner. I don't want it to get cold" he replies

"Ooh, what did you make?" you ask genuinely curious but also wanting to keep talking to him and not hang up

"You'll see when you get home." he tells in a sneaky tone.

"Ahh, I see" you understand "how was your day?"

"nothing out of the ordinary. Just played around with some songs for a while"

"anything good?"

"I'll ask the guys and see what they think. I'm not sure how I feel about them" he replies honestly

"they're better than you think. don't worry" you support

He thanks you and you wrap up the conversation with him nearing twenty minutes later as you were close to home. You lock your car and open the front door to your home dropping your keys inside the front door. Ashton comes around the corner when he heard the door open to greet you with that perfect, contagious smile that could brighten the gloomiest of days. You're greeted by the comforting scent of dinner wafting through the air. The soft glow of fairy lights adorned their living room, creating a warm ambiance-- one that you needed at this moment.

"you're home" he says, wrapping you in a tight embrace. The stress of the day seemed to melt away in that moment. His comfort was all you ever needed in life, his warm energy and personality.

"What's all this?" you ask, a curious smile forming on your face as you notice the carefully set table and the delicious aroma of your favorite meal.

"Just a little surprise for my hardworking girl" Ashton replied pulling away from you slightly to catch your reaction, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"Do you want to change first?" He questions letting go of you but still holding your hand in his lightly as if you were a delicate piece of art-- which to him, you were. You nod softly before leaving and changing into something a little more comfy. You take your hair down as you make your way back into the kitchen and see him dishing up two plates.

"no peeking" he says without even turning around to you, knowing you all too well. you smile and roll your eyes as if he would see and left the kitchen. he quicky follows you and being the gentleman he is, pulls out a chair for you before pushing you back in and hurrying off to get the plates.

Throughout dinner, Ashton couldn't help but constantly steal glances at you, when you weren't looking, in awe at the way your eyes lit up when you spoke your part of the conversation. As the evening went on, the atmosphere shifted to one of tranquility, the pair enjoying each other's company in the soft glow of the living room, catching up on some tv that you had missed the night before, before making your way to bed to wrap up the perfect night.

As you were exhausted from the long day you had, you slept almost instantly after finishing your night routine and got cozy in bed whilst Ashton brushed his teeth. He saw you wrapped up in the duvet all snuggled up and couldn't help but smile at you. Something about tonight was just so lovingly domestic that neither of you could help stealing glances at eachother and smiling to yourselves.

he turns off the lights and gets into bed next to you cuddling up. He couldn't help but admire you even more as the moonlight hit your sleeping face. He plants a kiss into your head and nuzzles his nose and face into you sweetly.

"I love you" he whispers. "so so much"

"I don't want to wake you, but I needed to say it" he adds

He whispers sweet nothings to you for a little while before eventually drifting to sleep.

The next morning you woke up without Ashton by your side. He had mentioned that he wouldn't be there and he would be at the studio with the guys when you woke up. You grabbed your phone as you sat down to eat breakfast and saw notifications from different apps. your sleep tracking app popped up and indicated that you had been sleep talking. Curiously you click into the app and press play on the audio and Ashton's voice reaches your ears. You hear all of the sweet nothings that he whispered to you when you were sleeping and couldn't help the formation of butterflies in your stomach. You decided to ask him about it when he came home later on that day. You got ready for work and left for the day.

Differently to yesterday, Ashton got you from work on the way home from being at the studio.

"Hey, Ash" you greet him, getting into the car.

"hi, my love" he replies placing a kiss to your face when you settle in.

after asking eachother about your days you decide to ask him about the sleep app.

"can I ask you something?" you question

"anything" he replies

you didn't know exactly how to go about it, but wanted to know that you knew so you decided to just play the audio for him. he glances over you slightly confused until he realizes what's going on. He goes red and looks away embarrassed about what's happening. he doesn't regret it, but wishes your stupid sleep app hadn't caught it.

"turn it off" he laughs gently pushing the phone out of your hands.

"you're so sweet" you tell him, placing your hand on his that's on the gearstick showing him there's nothing to be ashamed about.

"shut up" he shushes you, still smiling as he puts his hand on your thigh momentarily.

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a/n: you guys are really enjoying these?? @nervousloverkitten here you go 🤭

summary: yet again, more relationship dynamics with Seb.

warnings: none?

pairings: sebvettel x driver!reader

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clumsy gf x bf who makes fun of her for it

On a daily basis, you find new bruises in places you don't even remember hitting. It's so common and Sebastian's explanation is always 'its because you're so clumsy' and you do not appreciate it.

You were baking a batch of brownies for dessert as you and Seb had a group of people coming over tonight for a little catch up. You put a mug with some butter into the microwave to melt it so that you could add it into your mix and waited for it to melt whilst you read over the recipe so you knew what to do next. The appliance beeped and you took the mug out being careful of the heated handle, before trying to find where you were in the recipe, while you reading reading it you heard some splashing and you looked to your hand with the mug and saw it sideways, spilling all of the melted substance out of it.

"shit" you cursed, placing it on the counter right side up. You weren't paying attention to it and you payed the price. The butter started to harden on the cool surface and it was a bitch to get off. You spent the next couple of minutes scrubbing the workspace before melting a new measurement of butter, being careful to not spill it this time.

Later on in the day you were finally ready to start mixing everything together in the electric mixer your mother had given you. You added the dry mix to the wet and place the bowl onto the appliance and turn it on, heading to the sink to start the cleanup as much as possible.

"how is it going?" Sebastian asks when he steps into the room.

You turn around slightly glancing at him in a t-shirt and sweats before spinning back and continuing "it's...going" you reply unsure of whether to tell him the truth and that it was going pretty terrible or lie to him and reassure him that it was 'all ok'.

"what's going on?" he says with a little bit of urgency, you catch onto that and turn around to see the bowl of the mixer isn't attached properly and is spinning around with some of the mixture flying everywhere. You, yet again, curse and quickly turn it off, staring at it for a second, contemplating all of the choices you have made surrounding baking. Sebastian starts laughing and teasing you about the mess.

"what was it that you said before you started? 'I'll be fine. I will concentrate'." he giggles

"seb, stop" you plead throwing your head into your hands in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, love" he replies still laughing at it.

"I'll get it, don't worry" he says referring to the mess. you thank him, still slightly annoyed that he was teasing you.

"how is the garden coming along" you ask, as he has been setting up the garden and cleaning up outside in preparation for the guests.

"I'm finished now. that's why I came in"

A little 'oh' slips past your lips as he appears next to you, finishing the clean up. He takes some items that you have washed and tries them with a towel before putting them away. You were a little bit dysfunctional and Sebastian loved teasing you for it, but it was always innocent.

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always calm bf x always hyper gf

the heat in the car was slightly unbearable so the window was rolled down slightly while the music was playing from the aux and seb's hand was over yours on the gear stick. You two were on your way to a team meeting before the f1 summer break ended. You had a meeting with Ferrari and Sebastian had one with Red bull and you couldn't wait to see Fernando, you hadn't seen him all summer break like you planned. This was the longest in years that you hadn't seen him and even if it was just for a meeting, you were super excited to see him again.

Seb had noticed you smiling to yourself staring out the window, bopping your head to the music slightly.

"what's got you in such a good mood?" he asks you, taking you out of your thoughts.

"I cannot wait to see Fernando" you reply enunciating the word 'wait' seeming quite over the top, but you didn't care in the moment.

"you're going to a meeting that means the end of summer break is coming up" He replies smiling in confusion.

"I don't care. I want to see him" You smile. Your ability with words can't describe how excited you are to see him.

"you always seem to be really excited over the little things" He points out

"this isn't little, this is Fernando-- who I haven't seen in weeks" You argue back

"you were going to see him in a couple of more weeks anyway"

"too long apart" You reply, squealing a little bit.

"you're insane" He accuses

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gf who takes hours to get ready x bf who takes minutes

Sebastian had always accused you of taking so long to get ready but in all honesty you didn't think you took that long, you thought Seb just shape shifted and didn't actually change. Genuine accusation.

"Seb, have you seen my white shirt?" You shout from your bedroom

"no" He denies, walking in and seeing you in a different outfit from the last time he saw you

"you changed?" He asks confused yet again even though at this point he should be used to it

"yes, I didn't like the other outfit. Then my hair didn't go with the next one, so I changed again and now I cant find my shirt and I really wanted to wear that outfit" You ramble.

"stand up" He says to your frame sitting on the floor with crossed legs, rooting through your bottom drawer. You stand up and he looks you up and down, examining your clothing choice before looking back at your face and honestly telling you

"honestly, you look great" He says

You huff and roll your eyes slightly before turning to the mirror on the wall and eyeing up your pants and top

"it would look better with my shirt" You huff again

Sebastian walks away for a second and you thought you had acted like a child and made him walk away so you instantly feel bad. He re-enters the room with a bright white, ironed shirt in hand and you can see that it isn't yours.

"here. wear mine" He says, handing his shirt to you and your heart throbs slightly because of the gesture.

"are you sure?" You inquire

"of course I am" He responds as if it's obvious

"thanks, Seb" You reply taking the shirt and embracing him.

You put on the shirt and leave it open, the shirt draping over your sides and down to your thighs as it's too big on you. You adjust your top underneath the shirt and have a final look and you love it.

"is that it?" Seb asks from the bed behind you

"what do you mean?" You reply confused as to what he meant

"I thought you were going to button it up and wear it normally" He informs

"no, this looks better, I like this top and pants together." You reply

"I don't get you but I love it" He replies taking your hand and leading you out the door as he is so ready to leave.

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a/n: first post for the loml! I'm a harry Stan 'til I die.

summary: with a whole bunch of changes for the future of one direction, harry doesn't know how he will cope and thankfully you're there to comfort him in his favourite ways.

warnings: no established relationship, anxiety, cursing, Zayn leaving :(, mentions of the management ugh (that deserves a full tw), short post?

pairings: lhh styles x sixthmember!reader

I know that the timeline of events doesn't match the real life one but it's all for the post ok?

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What the media portrayed harry to be was the complete opposite of what he was actually like. His reputation was the womanizer, cool and reserved guy who didn't have the time of day for anyone other than the band, and really, it was just unfair because none of that was true. Really, Harry was the sweetest guy who cared for every single person he met and would make a whole room light up with the sparkle in his eyes. Despite what the media thought, He had feelings, and needed comfort here and there like every other person.

This particular upcoming show was an important one, it was Zayn's last show in the band but the public didn't know yet, so they had to make it count. Nobody was really themselves today as they knew they had to make a good impression for management if they wanted to continue touring and making music without him as a five person group. These emotions were hightened due to the overwhelming sudden surge of sadness and loss due to Zayn's news. Zayn was your best friend alongside Harry and you honestly didn't know how you were going to cope with not having him around when writing songs or performing anymore.

You stumble into Harry's dressing room to let him know we will be going on stage soon, but are met with a teary eyed Harry with his head in his hands. You make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him from the back whilst tracing circles on his arm and place your head on his shoulder, comforting him.

"I know, Haz. I know" you whisper kissing his temple slightly.

"this is just such a big change" he cries

"I know. and it's going to be so hard for us all to adjust to. But, we have gotta support his decision" you explain squeezing him a little tighter. he replies with a teary sigh, gazing at you through the mirror silently asking to be comforted

"even though I can't fix it, I can help you through it" you add leaning your head on his, sadly smiling a little bit, closing your eyes momentarily.

"I'm just gonna miss him" he confesses, the tears making their way to his eyes once again. Seeing him upset always made your heart drop with sadness, and a set of your own tears pricks your eyes seeing one of your favourite people upset.

"I know, haz. let it out, ok? I'm right here" you comfort as he stares blankly at the desk ahead of him

"I think that the mix of Zayn leaving and the anxiety because this show being so important is just making me so much more emotional" he explains his feelings and you listen intently the entire time, empathizing with him as you feel the same way. This is about him though, he doesn't need to know.

you plant kiss after kiss onto his face, cheek, temple and hair in comfort and keep twirling pieces of his hair around your fingers to calm him down. He takes a deep breath in and out to regain himself before looking back at you through the illuminated mirror.

"what time are we on?" he asks

"we have time" you lie. you came into him with fifteen minutes before the show and now you're running late, but, for an important reason. You didn't want him suppressing any feelings.

he looks at you confused, not entirely believing you but leaning back into your touch and closing his eyes nonetheless, while tracing shapes onto your arm wordlessly telling you that he's grateful for you.

your moment is rudely interrupted by Louis Bursting in the door chaotically.

"guys, why the fuck aren't you on stage. we are late. stop cuddling and kissing and get out and get your mics" Louis demands

Harry hops up and looks at you accusingly. You shrug and leave the room with him, both of you following Louis to the stage. You get your assigned microphones and head towards the stage. Harry grabs your arm on the way and stops you both, facing you and looking down at you with a hand on your upper arm.

"Thank you so much for that. I don't know what I would do without you, I really don't" he informs you referring to you comforting him, making your heart throb.

"it's nothing, harry. just want to make you feel better" you reply smiling wholeheartedly at him.

"I love you so much" he confesses, wrapping you in a hug around your arms and you slip yours around his waist to reciprocate.

"I love you too, haz. always here for you" you reply before the six of you get on stage and open with clouds, and nobody can deny that this show wouldn't be the same and that you would all be acting different.

halfway through 'story of my life' harry was sitting down towards the back of the stage looking quite down and nervous as he knew come the end of this song, you guys would have the encore and then the show would be over, concluding the chapter with Zayn in the group. you jog to the back and sit down next to him grabbing his hand in yours lightly and he lays his head down onto your shoulder.

"you good?" you ask him

"mhm" he replies humming. you didn't buy it, you knew him better than that.

you look down to his hand in yours and examine his tattoos for a minute. your eyes land on the rose tattoo next to his elbow and the perfect shading. Your thumb starts tracing the petals and thorns on the design, comforting him as he is focusing on the feeling of your hand. You knew this calmed him down. He takes a couple of deep breaths and continues singing after Louis finishes his part whilst visibly calming down yet again. He gets up from where he was sitting and starts walking around the stage interacting with a couple of fans and the guys maintaining the hold on your hand bringing you around while you giggle to yourself. This doesn't go unnoticed by fans and you were sure you would see some twitter posts about it later, but in the moment you didn't care, all you cared about was making him feel better and calming his anxiety about this whole show.

you were super lucky to have a harry in your life. You think everyone should have a harry in their life too. And he feels the same about you, he thinks everyone should have one of you in their life too. But then again, he didn't want to share you with anybody. He loved you comforting him, and knew that you would always be there for him and visa versa.

here's my masterlist!

a/n: here's part 2 as requested 😌 I might like this one more than the first...

warnings: use of y/n..I'm sorry, dirty jokes (I laughed at this one HELP)

summary: just some more relationship dynamics with our fav driver, seb <3

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras! Sebastianvettel

pt. 1 here!

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gf who has a funny laugh + bf who makes her laugh to hear it

you're rudely stolen out of your daydream by a voice calling your name repetitively and a finger being poked into your upper arm trying to get your attention. You look over and realize it was Seb causing that annoyance.

"seb, you're literally a child. what do you want" you reply raising your eyebrows, accusing him of your statement

Sebastian completely ignores this comment and only sees that you are out of your daydream

"'Please! Please give it to me! Give it to me now!' she yelled. 'I'm so wet, give it to me now!'"

"seb!" you try and stop him, not knowing what he's doing

"let me finish, I can't leave it there" he pleads.

"was that part of it?" you ask

"no" he sighs, dragging out the 'o' sound slightly, defeated that his delivery didn't go the way he wanted

"'Please give it to me!' she yelled. 'i'm so wet, give it to me now!' She could scream all she wanted, but I was keeping the umbrella." he says trying to get a reaction out of you

you stare at him for a second contemplating before a smile grows on your face in amusement

"Seb, that is so stupid" you hold back your giggle but smile in amusement to let him know it was entertaining.

"go on. let it out" he smiles

you laugh and he Snickers too, seeing your reaction. He spent all day trying to think of a joke to make you laugh, and he thought dirty jokes were the way to go. He had practiced his delivery making sure it was perfect-- even though it wasn't, before telling it to you.

"but it made you laugh" he replies still giggling

"yeah, doesn't mean it's not stupid though" you let out, throwing your head into his shoulder, holding onto his arms for support. he wraps his arms around you embracing you in love and admiration. your laugh is one of his favourite things about you, whereas, you try to hide it as much as possible as you think it's very silly. For some reason Sebastian always knows how to make you laugh though. And he loves it.

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sarcastic gf and gullible bf

currently you were talking strategies with your race engineer, awaiting the call for you to get in your car at the starting line. You never did very well in this particular race. The Monaco grand prix. All the twists and turns were ok, but the narrow track? no, it didn't suit your driving style. You've gotten podiums a couple of times here during your career but nothing higher than third place. This year you were feeling hopeful though, you had been practicing your butt off getting ready for this and you feel like you might have a chance. Finally you are told to go to your car as the formation lap would be commencing soon

on your way, you pass Sebastian waiting for his engineers to move out of the way so he can get into his car. He spots you walking by and stops you by placing a hand gently on your upper arm

"you excited for this race?" he asks genuinely curious

"no, I hate racing, and I don't wanna be here" you reply sarcastically rolling your eyes for drama

"oh" he relies confused at your answer. he awkwardly looks at you for a moment and reassures you it will be okay, and goes to turn back to the car

"seb, I'm kidding. I love racing, obviously" you mention to him

he looks at you confused and then realises you were kidding the whole time, like you had said.

"sorry, I don't realise you were messing" he adds, smiling lightly.

"yeah, you never do" you tell him smiling back at him before saying goodbye and good luck and leaving to get into your own car and start racing.

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always cold gf always warm bf

you were visiting some old friends that you and seb made in Monaco, years ago after one of his wins. You had met them in the bar after celebrating Sebastian's win with the redbull team. They all had departed and you two stayed back and started talking to a group of four who congratulated seb on his win. You guys had always stayed in contact in group chats and in private too, but no matter the communication, you were always updating eachother on your lives.

In monaco-- which was where you all were at the moment-- it wasn't the usual, typical, monegasque weather, but it was cold and cloudy which didn't mix well with the usual night time tempuratures.

You had underestimated how cold it would be and had only gone out in your dress, with your bag and your partner. Walking there wasn't the issue, nor was sitting at the outdoor table in the restaurant, but the journey on foot back? that got you. It was chilly and windy, and darker than it was a couple of hours prior.

It wasn't freezing, and Sebastian definitely didn't think that it was, It was a solid 13°C which wasn't cold enough for a jumper for seb, but was cold enough for a winter jacket for you, you had always been a summer girl because of this. whereas, Seb, was very good at adapting. this was something so small that Sebastian had noticed about you two, polar opposites, hence why he kept a jacket of his with him nearly everywhere he went. You and Seb were hand in hand walking the lit up streets of Monaco making your way back to your flat. You wouldn't admit it but you had goosebumps, He had told you to bring another layer but you were against the idea because you thought this time would be different as the daytime was very warm. Seb lets go of your hand gently and shakes his jacket off of his shoulders, putting your arms into the sleeves and pulling it up, rubbing his hands up and downs you arms a couple of times, to generate a bit of heat for you.

"won't you be cold now?" you question, turning to him.

"It's warm, I don't know how you're cold" he replies

"seb, I'm shivering. How do you not think it's even a little bit cold" you retort, completely baffled by his answer.

"I don't know. we are just different, you're basically always cold and I'm the opposite" he replies telling you about the little thing be had noticed about the pair of you

"why did you bring a jacket then?" you asked, thinking you were going to catch him out in a lie

"because you didn't. I knew you would get cold-- like usual, so I brought this" he informed tapping the jacket lightly against the opposite arm, as his arm was thrown around your shoulder for comfort and also added heat.

a quiet 'oh' slips past your lips "seb, that's so thoughtful" you say gently leaning your head on his shoulder and placing your hand over his that was around you.

"just don't want you getting cold" he jokes slightly, but he knows it's true. you both giggle at it as you reach the door of your home in Monaco.

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here's my masterlist!

a/n: this is the first formula one post on my account! if you read my late night thoughts volume one, then you will know my love for f1

summary: just some relationship dynamics and scenarios with our fave <3

warnings: use of y/n...IM SORRY, language, mentions of sexual themes, long post?

pairings: fem!driver!reader x different eras!Sebastian vettel

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obvious x oblivious

the Australian Formula One race. It has always been one of your favourites to drive. It is clear why you have such a liking for it because you have so many happy memories from there. The time difference from your home country is the one thing you detest; it is impossible to wake up and go to bed at the right times here.

"last year's winner, how are you feeling" your teammate and best friend Fernando asks, nudging your arm and stopping you from what you are doing

"sleep deprived but excited. what about you? did you sleep at all"

"Very little. I watched a few of the films you suggested to tire myself out, but it didn't work" he responds in that all too familiar Spanish accent

you respond, "they were just too exciting" and you giggle a little. You two continue talking while you get ready for the upcoming race in the sweltering heat. Fernando says he is going to do some laps around the paddock to get some fresh air and invites you to come and you agree, needing to get out of the claustrophobic garage. You two are chatting about strategies and the meal you had the previous night until you hear your name being called. Lewis grabbed your attention since he hadn't spoken to you all weekend and wanted to ask you a few questions and say hello. You tell Fernando to keep moving and you'll soon catch up with him.

he agrees and continues walking until he gets to the red bull garage and spots Sebastian.

"hey mate, how's it going?" seb asks the world champion

"all good, man. what about you?" he replies

"good good. Ferrari are looking strong this weekend."

"yeah we are. this track really suits y/n's style of driving so I have high hopes for us this weekend." Fernando compliments, as soon as he says your name he looks over to you and lewis talking and seb follows his line of view to find you. seb secretly-- well, he thought he was subtle but infact he was the complete opposite, seb had a thing for you and Fernando always tried to get him to ask you out but he never had the guts to.

"yeah, she's great" he says, love oozing from him as he stares at your smile when talking to lewis and the way your hair falls.

"seb, seriously. I cant bear this anymore. please ask her out. you've got a hard on right now" Fernando informs the red bull driver

"what?!" he replies, looking down and seeing nothing and realising Fernando had caught him out.

"fuck off" Sebastian replies.

you look over to see Fernando and Sebastian talking and you smile and wave over, completely oblivious to the looks seb is throwing at you. this wasn't the first time though, seb had tried flirting with you before but you always thought it was friendly banter. you never thought Sebastian could have feelings for you.

"y/n's gonna be too tired this weekend anyway so you got off easy." Fernando tells him honestly. He wasn't wrong though, he could straight up say 'i love you' and you would just thank him. the jet lag kills you.

"another day or I swear-" Fernando starts

"okay, I get it. you want me to ask her out. I'm working on it"

"she is also just so oblivious to the signals you're giving her, so it's not entirely you're fault"

"thank you" seb replies sarcastically as he just now is realising that you're unbeknownst to his attempts.

another day... hopefully.

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bf who speaks another language x gf who is learning for him

it's widely known in the formula one community that Sebastian is infact German and German is his first language. for you, however, you don't speak German and you feel like him speaking your native language all the time is a bit unfair. so, you decided to get some lessons and watch some videos to try and learn some German for Seb. he doesn't know about this though and you thought it would be a nice surprise for him. you feel confident enough in your skills now to have a conversation with him. You both were at his parents house for dinner and German was being spoken here and there to accommodate seb's parents.

"Aus diesem Grund werde ich deinen Vater nie wieder kochen lassen" (because of this, I am never ever letting your father cook again) seb's mom tells him and the three of them laugh and so do you, seb looks at you confused and asks

"you don't need to laugh if you don't know what we are saying, basically she said that-" he starts but you cut him off telling him what she said

"she's never letting your dad cook ever again because he destroyed her favourite dish" you inform him and he looks at you lovingly but also even more confused than before.

"how did you know what that meant?" he asks

"I've been learning some German for you. did I get it right?" you answer

"for me? you didn't need to do that, darling" he replies placing a hand on your thigh and drawing shapes on it to show a bit of love.

"it's unfair that you're always speaking English for me, so I need to return the favour"

and with that he couldn't keep his eyes off of you the whole night. for you, it's nothing much, just showing appreciation. but for him, it's everything, the fact you were willing to learn a whole new language just so he could feel a sense of home. he appreciates it more than you know.

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chef bf x gf pro taster

you have spent the whole day with one of your dearest friends who moved away a couple of years ago with her boyfriend, but now, she is back in town as they broke up and you offered her a place to stay until she gathered herself and found her own place, of course you had ran this past Sebastian and he was also okay with it as he knew how close you two were even when she wasn't physically with you. you two just got home from collecting her from the airport and getting lunch while seb was out also doing his own thing.

the aroma coming from the kitchen as soon as you stepped inside was unbeatable, Sebastian had spent the evening cooking a lovely meal for the three of you to eat when you got home. you show your friend to the room she is staying in and then make your way down to the kitchen to see seb. you enter the kitchen to see his back turned to you and he was stirring a pot.

"what are you making" you ask appearing next to him.

he informs you what he is making and the sides he is preparing also. he takes the spoon out if the pot full of the food and blows on it to cool it down before placing it in font of your mouth to taste.

"taste it for me? be careful, it's hot" you say before blowing on it again and taking a bite. it was delicious.

"seb, that's so good" you compliment

"I try" he replies smiling

"is this what it's gonna be like living with you guys for he next couple of weeks?" your friend comments entering the kitchen to find the two of you.

"she is my professional taste tester, I need her opinion" he replies to her and we all just laugh it off and eat dinner which was unreal. if Sebastian failed as a driver, he could have been a chef and would have been a renowned world famous one too. not that he wanted that but he sure could have been.

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overly affectionate x blushes easily

seb is the most affectionate man you have ever met, he always must be showing you love in some way, whether it's holding your hand, bringing you flowers, letting you decide what movie to watch, he just wants you to know how much he appreciates you. he also notices and takes into account, every little thing you do so he can incorporate that into his daily life.

for example, this f1 season had started out great, but a couple of races back, Ferrari had gotten some new upgrades to the car that didn't work and have been jeopardizing your performance. They assured you and Fernando that they would work out and to give them time and experiment different tactics that suits this particular upgrade. Needless to say, you were not looking forward to this race at all. you hear your name being called from the front of the garage, so you walk out to find seb in his racing suit, ready to go but with a t-shirt saying I heart you but with your initials and racing number. you could have kissed him right there but wanted to keep the pda away.

"seb that's so sweet, I love you so much"

"anything for my favorite driver"he replies which makes you blush

"that's a bit biased, don't you think?" you reply while he grabs your hand lightly in his

"I don't care" he smiles

despite you trying to avoid pda for the cameras, you don't care in the moment, so you kiss him. just like you said you wanted to. To be completely honest, with Sebastian you don't really mind showing a little bit of pda because you care for him so much. he just brings that out in you, he brings out the best in you.

the gesture replays in your mind and you start to blush just thinking about it, seb's lips against yours and his hands around your waist add that all add to that blood rush.

"awh, you're blushing." seb teases as he pulls away

"stop" you whine slightly embarrassed at how easy it is for him to get you to blush. again, seb just really brings that out in you.

seb hums in disapproval as if to say no way and places a kiss in your hair whilst keeping you close to seal it all in. you make a mental note to snap a photo of him in this t-shirt to brag to your friends about how much better seb is than their boyfriends....kidding obviously....

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a/n: ^^^that's a gif btw idk why it's not playing for me. can u see it?

summary: your younger sister called recently to tell you she had found a boyfriend and she wanted you all as a family to meet him.

warnings: again, like the last post. the focus isn't on Bruce being your partner in this one...

pairings: fem!reader x bale!Bruce Wayne

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Two weeks ago your younger sister, Anna called you up and told you that she got a boyfriend and wanted you to meet him. Of course you said yes, as big sister duty and to see who has your baby sister's heart. She knew when she asked that you would want to meet him, but why she really wanted you two to meet was because she needed your opinion and approval. As silly as it sounded, she wouldn't want to be with him if you didn't like him or thought she could do better as she valued your opinion ever so much, like any little sister would-- even though she's not so young anymore. You needed to be there though for different reasons, yes, you wanted to support Anna, but you also wanted to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible and not like when Bruce met your family. To be fair, then, it was uncharted waters and you didn't know what to expect. You want to prevent the invasive mother questions and protective dad mode from arising. Sure, a couple embarrassing stories would be fun, but as long as things didn't go overboard, you were good. You hadn't heard much about this boy only the things that Anna was willing to share when she called you late at night rambling about how their first date went and you could practically see her twirling her hair as if she was in a film.

"Is there a dress code for this sort of thing? Meeting your fiance's sister's boyfriend" Bruce asks from your shared bed while you root through the closet like a racoon in a bin trying to find the perfect fit for Bruce to wear. You felt like a mom picking out clothes for her child. You eventually find what you're looking for and throw it at him while replying

"Yes, not pyjamas. Now get changed"

"Yes, Mom" he says smiling looking for a reaction out of you

"Would you rather pick out an outfit for yourself?" you question, spinning back around to see him now standing up taking off his shirt

"no, you just always do such a good job"

"do you want me to change you too?" you ask, now bickering like an old couple

"you know, I wouldn't mind-" he starts

"tough, you're a grown man that should be able to change AND pick out his own clothes" you say cracking a little smile, despite your efforts to not let it show. You close the door before he had a chance to say something else and also so he didn't she the grin creeping up on your face. You go straight to the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of water because who knew finding clothes for Bruce to wear would be so hard. Not like you hadn't done it hundred times.

Time passes and you two leave to go to your childhood home. It was safe to say you were probably in for a stressful night, constantly listening to make sure your parents don't drift in to a conversation tat would make Anna or her boyfriend uncomfortable. You and Bruce both knew that. The drive to the house was normal, but Bruce could sense that you were slightly worried at the possibilities.

"there's no need to worry, my love. Anna and the new boy should be the nervous ones" He comforts rubbing your hand as much as he could while driving while driving.

"if I don't like him, it will really effect how Anna sees this guy. I just want it to go well. Of course I want to like him and even if I don't, I'm not sure whether to mention it to Anna or to keep it a secret, if I keep it to myself then I feel like she might ignore all the red flags and I don't want her to get hurt but if I do tell her then I will feel like the bad person and that she can't make her own decisions an-" Bruce cuts you off

"you're rambling. I understand you're worried but everything will be fine, I promise" he reassures you sweetly, glancing over to you sitting in the passenger seat. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth to place it a little kiss into the back of it.

You step out of the car grabbing the last minute things that your dad asked you to pick up on the way here. Bruce meets you at your side and you walk to the door together, entering the house after a quick knock. You are met by your younger brother running up to the door grabbing onto you squeezing the life out his older sister.

You squat down to give him a proper embrace. "hi, big boy! you've grown so much"

"everyone's so excited to see you and mom is shouting at dad a lot" he innocently tells you. bless him for not knowing better.

"and we're here to fix that" you reply to your younger brother, max while getting up to say hi to everyone else. as you're walking away max runs up to Bruce and Bruce picks him up and they exchange greetings. Max looks up to Bruce so much, it's honestly so adorable.

someone that you do not yet recognise catches your attention and you soon realise that it must be the boy of the night, Anna's boyfriend who you still do not know the name of.

"hi, I'm Anna's older sister" you say to him offering your name also. He sticks out his hand for you to shake which catches you off guard but you accept the gesture no less.

"I'm Claude. I am with your sister" he says, a slight French accent flowing it's way to your ears.

"ooh where's that accent from" you inquire not 100% sure if that's an ok question to ask, but you did it anyways.

"my parents are french, my older siblings and I were all born in France and lived there until about eight years ago." he responds with a smile sending proud of his roots

"me and my fiance-- who is somewhere-- were hoping to go next year. any recommendations as to where is nice?" you ask trying to make conversation

he gives you multiple lovely places, explaining each is heaps of detail. you take each into account and make a mental note to check them out later on.

you spot your parents in the kitchen but more specifically, your mother hanging over your father's shoulder bickering with him, telling him that he is cutting the food wrong.

"mom, I don't think you can cut potatoes wrong." you call out catching her attention. she spins around and notices you and visibly sighs in relief.

"thank God you're here" she wraps you in an embrace while telling you how happy she is that you're here.

"everything will be fine. don't worry" you reassure her even though you aren't thinking the same thing at all.

"Anna is upstairs. she wanted me to send you up when you arrived. Where's Bruce?" she inquires looking around.

"with his shadow. I'll go up to her now" you say leaving. passing Bruce and Max on the way, telling him where you're going. You knock on her door and walk in when she says it's good for you to enter. she is sitting at her desk with a mirror propped against the wall touching up her hair. She glances at you in the mirror, puts down the tool and jumps up to run to you.

"I missed you." she tells you into your neck

"I missed you more. sorry I couldn't see you sooner." you answer, pulling back and sitting on her bed.

she sits down next to you and you start to ask her about the boy and teasing her about it and she gets all red and shy but it's so sweet. you've never been in this position before as you only have two younger siblings and Anna is the older of the pair. you remember when she was obsessing over the peeta from the hunger games when she was younger and now look at her. she is graduating soon and you are simply not ready for that. yes, you're not her mother but still, it's strange seeing her like this. You two talk for a little while more before you decide to finish off her hair for her while listening to some nostalgic music from your childhood together.

"he's downstairs. I feel bad leaving him but I need to look good and I'm kinda nervous" she says fiddling with her eyelashes.

"you do look good. And he is definitely not just dating you for your amazing looks, there's no need to worry" you inform her telling the utter truth

There is a knock on the door interrupting you two.

"sorry to interrupt, your mom sent me up. Claude and your family are waiting downstairs because dinner is ready" Bruce says popping in the door.

"oh sorry, we're on our way. just need to make sure Anna is feeling her best" you reply smiling at her in the mirror.

"he seems great, I was talking to him downstairs when max went away to get his new firetruck, that's the only time I got a word in with someone else" Bruce says showing how obsessed your brother is with your boyfriend.

"yeah I think so too. unless he comes out with some major criminal record" you tell her honestly but also glancing to Bruce to see his reaction, as batman doesn't have the best reputation with the cops.

"trust me, he doesn't. he's a good guy" Anna replies giggling a little bit.

"when I introduced myself first, he seemed so starstruck and he was stuttering and getting shy, it was really funny. but to be fair, if I saw George Clooney I would too" Bruce follows up with which makes you laugh and so does anna.

"yeah except, you're not George Clooney" you reply smiling a little bit.

"just hope we turn out like you two. I really like him" she follows up with.

"you want to get engaged or you really like him? they are two different things"

"you can't have both" Bruce replies with still standing in the doorframe.

a look of horror paints it's way onto her face and you quickly have to reassure her you were kidding. you turn off the curler wand start walking down the stairs, encouraging Anna to go first but she didn't want to.

you felt a little bad for Claude waiting by himself downstairs, especially because he doesn't know anyone. Bruce is different, he knows your family and max would keep him occupied anyways. Bruce sits down pulling out a chair for you next to him as he does so. Anna sits down next to Claude also and you all begin eating as everyone is super hungry. During the dinner you kept glancing to Claude to find him glancing at Bruce still starstruck and also did exactly as you said you would, you kept Anna from getting too embarrassed to the point where she wanted to leave and was actually annoyed with your parents. Although, a couple funny childhood stories would be ok but you wanted to stand up for your baby sister when things might get a bit too much.

"so" your father starts talking

"Claude, how do you plan to treat my daughter?" he continues with

"Dad" you warn looking at him trying to prevent exactly what you were afraid of

"I'm kidding. It was a joke. Calm down, care bear. If your mom's dad asked me that at seventeen I would have started sweating and crying in front of him" he admits and the table starts laughing. max too just because everyone else is-- in particular, Bruce. maybe if you weren't so tense you would have noticed it was a joke. God, you needed wine

"wine anyone?" you ask the table getting up and grabbing the bottle of wine you brought. your mom accepts and Bruce denies as he is driving and your dad jut doesn't drink. Hopefully this will help you calm down

questions are thrown at Claude to try and get to know him and he kindly answers. You soon come to the conclusion that you were worrying for no reason at all and didn't need to be so uptight. When you thought you were out of the spotlight your mom brings up an old embarrassing story of you that she promised to never tell anyone. Bruce didn't even know this.

"she went out drinking with some of her friends one time and I knew that they were drinking but she legally was allowed to so I couldn't stop her. But I think we both wish she did listen to me. I waited up for her to make sure she was ok when she came home but nobody walked through the front door, so I went to bed. Maybe she was staying at a friends house and forgot to text or she could sill be out. I don't know. I get waken up by my phone ringing at five am and guess who it is" she says pointing to you at the last part as if the whole table didn't know.

"she was whispering 'mom, can you open the front door please.' thought nothing of it besides the fact it was five am. I opened the door and she wasn't there, so I called her back and asked where she was. she told me she was waiting outside. long story short, she wasn't at our house but a completely different neighbourhood knocking on some innocent families door with some strange woman that I didn't recognise when i picked her up. she told me 'mom, this is angelina' she comes over to me and whispers 'it's angelina jolie. be nice' she thought this random woman was angelina jolie and this poor woman was just following her around because they had been talking all night."

you drop your head in shame as she finishes off the story and embarrassment, Bruce glancing over to you multiple times because he could never imagine you getting that drunk.

"to be fair, I was new to drinking, didn't know my limits and wanted to have fun. Anna, do not ever do anything like that, it was the worst i has ever been it's not worth it"

"Wait, we were together then? You were at least twenty one then" Bruce comments

"yeah, I didn't call you back for like three days." you reply

" I called your parents to make sure you were ok. do you even remember this?" he asks

"no. so this could be completely made up" you admit knowing damn well it was real because of the terrible hangover you had

"oh it was real alright" your dad pipes in

"ok, can we drop it this is embarrassing." you ask ashamed

because of this simple ask, your parents do not in fact drop it and the night ends up being all about you instead of Claude and Anna which was a bit unfair but I guess it was better than embarrassing Anna.

The night ends when Claude's parents ask him to come home. You and Bruce set off then too saying goodbye to Anna, Max and your parents sarcastically thanking them for everything they said.

As you and Bruce drive home and get ready for bed, he won't drop the subject of you getting obliterated drunk.

"I can't wait until I see Alfred next. I'm going to ask him about all the times that you got drunk beyond your limits"

and with that he was quiet and dropped the topic.

"honestly, I think Claude had the hots for you more than Anna. he was staring at you the whole dinner" you say to him

"stop, he just met THE Bruce Wayne. of course he's gonna be starstruck" he replies

"you're so full of it"

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a/n: I've been stuck for ideas I'm sorry I've been gone :/ but hopefully I will get back into the routine of posting! this is also shorter than usual but I didn't want to drag it out lol

summary: you always hated getting bombarded by 'fans' of Bruce and the paparazzi. You didn't think this encounter would be any different but you were wrong. It was actually one of the most wholesome ones and definitely your favourite.

warnings: this really isn't about Bruce but he's the boyfriend ok? so...ya. and scars I guess NOT PROOFREAD

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!musician!eader

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When you looked out the window and saw the crowds of people outside, your fear reached its pinnacle. The only thing you wanted was to spend your anniversary with Bruce alone, free from intrusions other than kisses, of course. Yet that was all wishful thinking. It was obvious that it would not occur. Given your animosity for the paparazzi, Bruce had made an effort to ease your fears, but in reality, you both knew you would just have to get through it. You might have thought you would get used to it since you were also a fairly well-known musician, but not as much as Bruce, the prince of Gotham. However, Bruce took your hand and urged you to break the habit of chewing your nails while staring at the crowd.

"how do they even know you're here?" to ask turning to him

he huffs and shakes his head in thought. "I don't know. maybe someone saw us walking in"

"can we not go to dinner in peace? I mean.." you were at a loss for words, you didn't know how people could be so invasive and inconsiderate.

"I know. I know" he soothes gently kissing your hand and stroking your opposite shoulder whilst his arm is around your back.

"do you want to just get it done?" he inquires and you knew it was the smart thing to do even though you didnt want to. at all.

"yeah sure" you reply turning away and grabbing some last minute things off the bed. On the way out of the elevator, Bruce gently yet firmly places his hand on your waist in order to keep you close. Cameras flash, questions are thrown as you try to make your way through the flood of people. Bruce usually liked to put away a minute or two for some real fans who just wanted a high five off of Bruce Wayne, but he wasn't so sure about right now. You encouraged him to do it, not to break tradition and said you would wait elsewhere. Usually people would recognise you, but Bruce Wayne was right there so of course nobody would pay attention to you...not that you were complaining. A couple people did ak for a photo and you kindly obliged as long as they were sincere about it. As you stood watching Bruce interact with kids and their parents, not paying any mind to reporters, you feel a little tap on your arm. You look around and notice a little girl standing next to you with loving eyes. You crouch down to the little girl thinking maybe she was lost.

"hi sweetie. Are you ok?" you ask the child glancing around to see if her parents were anywhere to be found.

"I'm very good." she replies cheerfully

"awh that's good. where are your parents?" you ask

"getting a photo with Bruce Wayne."

"ooohh. everyone wants to don't they? he's really famous" you emphasize trying to make conversation with the girl

"not as famous as you, though"

she knew who you were? that's so sweet "no no. Bruce is way way more famous than me. but thank you! what's your name?"

"Camilla. You're my favourite person, ever!" she jumps lightly squealing.

oh my- of your heart wasn't throbbing before. it sure is now. the smile on your face couldn't be bigger.

"awh that's so sweet! you're my favourite person too, Camilla!"

"can I tell you a secret" she whispers after a couple moments of silence

"of course you can" you tell her pretending to zip your lips and lock them. She rolls up her t-shirt a little to show you a scar on her tummy. Whatever caused that scar, you felt horrible, especially because she said it was a secret. your eyebrows draw together as a reaction to your reaction.

"I used to hate it and cry all the time because I thought it was weird. but then I found out that you had one too, and now I love it, because my favourite person in the whole wide world has the same thing as me!" she tells. you honestly could cry. A little girl hating something about her body ay such a young age is bad enough but also the fact that she grew to love it because you had one too?! your heart throbbed.

"I do have one. it's on my arm. But yours is so much more beautiful"

"I got mine from an operation when I was a baby" she informs you butchering the word operation as any child would.

"ooh interesting. see all those people asking Bruce for a photo? with all the cameras? well I got mine from them. one time I finished a show and was going home and they hurt me" you recall in simple terms

"my mommy and daddy hurt you?" she asks shocked

"no! not your parents. some others that don't work there anymore."

"that's sad" she replies

she looks off into the crowd for a second and waves to her parents before telling you she has to go now-- not before asking for a hugh though. you kindly oblige without a second thought and embrace the girl smiling. her parents walk over and thank you for being kind to her and watching her. you tell them it was no problem as they leave and you wave to the little girl. Right on queue the famous Bruce wayne walks over without you noticing

"she seemed to love you"

"tell me about it. I'm her favourite person ever in the whole wide world" you recall

"she's not the only one" he adds to taking your hand in his and starts walking

you smile lightly and nudge Bruce slightly "she showed me something too. she had this scar on her stomach from a surgery when she born and she used to always be insecure about it" you start

"that's horrible, she's only young" he butts in genuinely sorry for the girl

"yeah, but the nice part that she found out that I also had a scar the same shape as hers and because of that she grew to love it...all because I had one too!" you exclaim still in disbelief

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a/n: this fucking gif- I've cried over it.....what can I say i'm so irrevocably in love with and head over heels for mr alexander david turner

summary: Alex and you have been inseparable for as long as you can remember. You wouldn't change it for the world. willingly anyways. A sweet dinner and walk around the unfamiliar town garnished with some thoughts that maybe you shouldn't be thinking, it was perfect. maybe too perfect.

warnings: fluff fluff fluff and more fluff, cursing and fluff? and more fluff. I forgot to mention fluff. oh and fluff. tons of fluff. did I mention fluff? I think I mentioned fluff but I'll say it again for good measure. lots.of.fluff.

pairings: late sias/early am!alex x fem!reader.

pardon any spelling or grammer errors!

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You will never ever get tired of their shows. The atmosphere, their ability to keep the crowd engaged, the bangers and masterpieces they call songs and the overall comfort knowing it's your best friend and his other best friends performing- doing what they love. Even though you're not physically at your apartment, you're always home, because Alex is your home, he could say the same about you. as corny as it sounds, it's true. And you won't believe it until you experience it. It's like he's a robot that was programmed to fit the ideal personality that you're obsessed with or as if he was taken straight out of a book as the cool funny side character. But even if he was a robot, so what? He was your robot and you loved it.

usually, your location would behind the stage at a different venue where the monkeys were performing, along with the girlfriends of the other band members to keep eachother company. The routine was always the same, you'd all wish the boys good luck and give them each a bit of a pep talk --not that they needed it-- then you and the girls would pop open a few drinks and lounge about together until they were finished and joined you all to complete the group. Not this time though. You decided to join the crowd for a change, to get a different perspective on the group and none of you regretted it. Some other crowd members were creeped out by your small giggling girl group swaying away to every single one of the songs and cheering for the boys after every single one too. To everyone else you were their biggest fans, and it's true. They have no bigger supporter than you girls....and their parents.

it was true that some people would think you and Alex were more than friends, but that wasn't the case, weather you wanted it to be or not, that's not what was happening. you were always so grateful to have Alex as your best mate that you never even thought of him as anything more and surely he felt the same way....ok maybe you did have a little crush on him, but you're not ten! you can't have a crush at your age. either you're attracted to someone or you're not. simple as. but you were attracted to him, and you never wanted to admit it to yourself because you were afraid of throwing all those years of friendship down the drain because of a small tiny bit of temporary attraction you had towards him. it was stupid. it wasn't going to happen.

Despite this, you never allowed your feelings get in the way of things, and you're so glad you didn't because now that you two are this close, you can tell each other anything and do or say things without feeling ashamed of it. To be honest, you two act more like a couple, but it's not weird because you both understand that nothing is happening. It's common practice to share a bed, a cup, a cigarette and even clothes. Pretending to be a couple was one of your favourite activities, kisses on cheeks and holding hands in public to see people's reactions to the Alex Turner dating a mystery girl, they were undescribably entertaining for you guys. it would still happen behind closed doors too, you got the group another round of drinks? Alex's over dramatic response: "thank you, my love" with a big sloppy kiss to the forehead and a tight side hug. Everyone else knew that it was all fun and games and it was which made it even more fun.

As an instrumental verse of one of many songs they were scheduled to preform was unfolding, You're focused on Alex and his perfectly tousled dark hair whilst his deep brown eyes are searching for your comforting frame in the sea of supporters he had. Eventually, he spotted you and his concentrated look softened to a content, warm and lovable one. You smile at his subconscious action and hold up both of your hands making a heart before blowing an overdramatic kiss over everyone's heads to your boyfriend on the stage. Obviously he can't reciprocate the action as he had the guitar in his hands, so instead he closes his eyes softly and sends those kisses right back to you followed with a heartwarming hearty smile and a glimmer of humour behind his eyes. You honestly didn't know what to do in the moment as you were so giddy, so you just placed your hand over your throbbing heart for a few moments and scrunched your nose while smiling and shaking your head slightly. Of course this was a subconscious reaction but it did not go missed by Mr. Turner. Once he looked back up from the strings he was holding he searched for you once again and immediately found you and your shaking head. He mimics your moves momentarily while he turns back around unwillingly to continue the song.

For the rest of the evening until the show was over, you were left in awe and desperation to see him. Just before the end of the show the group of you all make your way back to the backstage area where you would greet the four boys in their post-show state. That state being sweaty tired and pumped with adrenaline. As gross as it sounded you'd be surprised how comforting it was. Alex, matt, Jamie and nick all started making their way off stage after the encore to finish the night with a beer and a lot of sleep. A particularly smiley face strolls off stage, guitar in hand, straight to you at the wing and brings you into a warm embrace while placing the instrument down. Your arms enclose around his neck as his do the same around your waist. Alex's head snuggles into your shoulder as he mumbles a

"hey, darling"

"hi, my love" you reply with before pausing for a couple moments "You did so well, you were so good" you praise him knowing it means heaps even though he makes it seem like it doesn't.

he hums slightly at your words and continues with "thank you."

"you want a drink?" you ask pulling away resting your arms on his shoulders.

"mmmm. I'd love one"

you let go of your 'boyfriend' and grab his hand pulling him over to the group of everyone sitting on the couches, most with a beer in hand. You grab two bottles and hand one to Alex before sitting comfortably down next to him.

yellamo usually comes up with the strangest conversation starters but they work in getting you all deep into conversation. They were never normal. The topic of conversation revolved around song inspiration a couple times within the group and every single time it did, everyone immediately looked to you and Alex. You were his muse before you were even his. Of course, you knew this but not to the extent. He was obsessed with you. And don't get me wrong, you were obsessed with him too, but he couldn't express his feelings even in a song. The amount of times he compared your eyes to the stars and your smile to a fully lit city at midnight wasn't enough for him, it didn't get his point across. After a long post-show relax you all mutually decide to head back to the hotel rooms to get some rest for the upcoming show the next day.

"are you hungry?" Alex asks you sweetly as the two of you stroll back to your shared room. He swings his arm around your shoulder loosely while still walking to keep you from drifting away.

"I could eat." you reply softly letting your head rest on his shoulder. once you two get back to the hotel, it doesn't take either of you long to shower, change, and touch up your hair a bit --as you have been dancing in it all day, it was needed-- and soon, you were back on the road. Alex had this nice restaurant picked out in his mind and planned on showing you some landmarks on the way there to make the most of your short time here. The way he describes the monuments in so much depth and detail warms your heart to see he's so passionate about something other than music and the band --and you... you listen carefully the whole time partly because what he was saying was genuinely interesting and partly because you like the sound of his voice and would do anything to hear him ramble about something.

"yeah, the Romans built that one" Alex adds after you gaze at it's beauty in awe.

"the Romans?" you ask swearing you learned different in school, years ago

he hums in response confident in his answer, but you were sure he was wrong.

"no, I thought someone built that himself"

"how could someone possibly build that all by themselves?"

"it was I swear!" you exclaim confidently whilst whipping out your phone to search up who built this famous landmark. You quickly found an answer and shoved the device in the brunettes face to prove to him you were always right.

"yeah, I knew that. I was just making sure you knew" he lied

"no. you're just too ashamed that you were wrong" you state triumphantly

"fuck off" he says playfully shoving you away and continues walking, the both of you giggling.

"oh, I forgot" he says out of the blue and starts reaching into his pocket rummaging for something.

"what is it?" you question. you playfully gasp and cover your mouth with your hands before saying "Alex are you proposing to me?!? of course! the answers yes!" you jump around and pretend to cry if excitement being all dramatic knowing it would get a funny reaction out of him.

"no I'm not proposing, you little shit. I've got you somet" he says as he hands over a little box.

"what is it?" you ask him shaking the box

"open it." he instructs

you pry open the little box to see a gorgeous dainty necklace with the letter 'A' engraved on.

"Alex. you shouldn't have. why did you get this?" you question, your heart throbbing in the moment.

"I saw it and it reminded me of the necklaces we made when we first met. remember the ones with th-"

"the letter beads....yeah of course i do, I always wear mine" you interrupt him emphasising the 'i'

"I can't wear mine on stage or on camera, you know that" he responds and you understood what he meant.

"anyway, turn around" he instructs gently taking the box off you and twirling his finger to demonstrate. you do as you're told and he shoves the box back into his pocket dangling the necklace around your head, down your neck and clasping it shut once he softly moves your hair out of the way making sure it didn't get caught in the contraption. he gently grabs your shoulders and spins you back around.

"Al, its beautiful. thank you so much" you leap forward and grab him in the tightest hug possible almost suffocating him until he reciprocates.

"anything" he responds before you start walking again. you're having one of those moments where your heart is throbbing so much that you can't look at him like a friend, but you so desperately want to-- to prevent ruining everything.

soon after, you sit down at a two seater table at the restaurant Alex has been raving about all weekend. you quickly order food as both of your stomachs were turning inside out with hunger.

even though you had ordered already, the waitress never took your menus away so you had your head leaned down onto your fist, silently reading the menu to see what else was on offer. let's just say you could eat every single dish on that piece of card.

After your drinks and soon after food were brought out they didn't last very long. as much as you insisted and threatened Alex he would not let you pay, not even for your food. he said it was his treat and also courtesy, so you accuse him of saying you were impolite and of course he called you a name and denied it. the walk back to the hotel was calmer, as the sky was dark and the people had retreated to their homes and the street lamps had been turned on. on top of this you decided to take the shorter route home without all the sightseeing as you were both so tired and wanted to sleep. you got back to the hotel and changed into pyjamas and hopped into bed, the second you did, you were out like a light.

the next morning you were awoken at a time unknown. Stretching your limbs as much as your body would allow, before lying for a second trying to fully wake up. Questioning the time, you stretch over Alex and turn on his phone to confirm what time of the morning it was as you didn't know where your phone was. Clicking the button, hsi screen lights up and up pops a wallpaper that isn't a default, a photo that Alex had took of you without you knowing. The scene was you analysing the menu at the restaurant the night before. Your hair tucked behind your ear on the opposite side your hand was supporting your head created a perfect angle for the brand new shiny necklace your best friend had got you the night before. You're not one to flaunt over a photo of yourself, but he really had taken a nice picture. The lighting was perfect and it highlighted the highpoints of your face and neck. The screen turns black and you realize you didn't even check the time. Not really caring, you roll back over and stare at two things; The ceiling and the man laying next to you. God, he's so majestic even when he's so unaware. his hair sprawled all over the pillow and the way his chest is rising and fal-..... For fucks sake, you were falling for him. No, this can't happen, it's a moment thing, your little crush will be gone before you know it. In a fit of panic, you got up out of bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower and take a good look at yourself in the mirror and tell the woman looking back at you to cop the fuck on. You thought your head would be cleared and you wouldn't think about it during the wash. you thought the water would take it all away, but it didn't. you came out if the shower to see Alex fiddling with the guitar on the end of the bed.

"you're never up this early. Are you sick? must I call the medical man?"

"the lady never rises as early as this, should he phone the repair man? has she fallen Ill?" he sings, trying to complicate the lyrics but instead it just sounds silly. you giggle and answer with the usual you woke up and couldn't sleep again.

here's my masterlist!

a/n: I got this as a request but it deleted somehow so if it was you, then this is your post!

summary: you must make your way home in the rain one night which leads to you catching a bad cold. Bruce comforts you the whole time despite you saying you'd be fine.

pairings: bale!Bruce Wayne x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, sickness, cursing, not proofread!, tell me if I missed anything!

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You're dying sick with a cold, and it's all because you were kept late in work. The one night everything would work out perfectly and you'd make it home before the storm hit, you ended up having more work than expected and had to leave later. It rained—in fact, it poured. Due to additional paperwork, you were unable to make it home before the rain hit. The combination of you jogging home and the pouring rain, didn't end very well. You nearly fell comedically multiple times and would have been hilarious If someone caught it on camera but thankfully, you weren't being filmed.

As you were shaking off some excess water from your clothes, lighting struck and you could see the flash with the sound of thunder hitting your ears soon after. After you stuck the key in the lock and opened the door, Bruce -who was also still in his work clothes- turned to face you.

"I just came home, I was wondering where you were" he tells you trailing off towards the end of his sentence. He strode over to you to kindly help you take off your coat and shake off some more water, trying to dry you off.

"look at you, you're soaked"

"really? I didn't notice" you sarcastically commented. he furrowed his brows giving you a look before hanging up your coat and instructing you to change our of your clothes.

not too long after, the sneezing started.

Bruce noticed shortly after you two sat down to watch a film that you had to clear your throat more often and he had to say 'bless you' more than usual too. He hoped you weren't coming down with something, but the chances that you had caught a cold on the journey home were very high. As soon as the commercials came on Bruce hopped up informing you that he would be back in a minute. He went to the kitchen to make you honey and lemon tea and snatched the thermometer from the bathroom while his concoction was brewing. You were confused why he made you the drink but thankful nonetheless. When he whipped out the thermometer it clicked what his suspicions were and you denied them immediately telling him you felt fine and that he was worrying too much. He essentially had to hold you down to try get your temperature, he had sat next to you on his knees and lean over you to get a proper reading but he was glad he did because it was higher than it was meant to be. After his thoughts were confirmed and he took the thermometer away from you, he sat back and stared at you for a moment with raised eyebrows as if to say 'youre fine?'.

It all went downhill from there.

the next morning you woke up in the early hours of the morning as your nose was extremely blocked and struggled to breath. Sleeping Bruce felt the bed lift as you got up and knew that you weren't feeling great as you.never.wake.up.early. well, willingly anyways. he blinked to get rid of some of the sleep that lingered in his eyes before getting up to search for you. His first guess was correct, he found you blowing your nose in the bedroom's ensuite bathroom in attempt to unblock it and sleep better.

"Why are you up?" you inquire not needing to turn to check who it is.

"I could ask you the same thing" he replies meeting you at the sink and leaning sideways on the counter.

"what does it look like I'm doing?" you ask rhetorically.

"blowing your nose because you are sick just like I told you you are"

"it was a rhetorical question, Bruce"

"I know." he answered moving an amount of strands off your forehead to try to get a feel of how hot you were. He presses his palm to your skin and holds it there for a moment whilst you flush the used tissues down the toilet.

" go back to bed. I'll be in, in a moment" he tells you sweetly, placing both hands on your upper arms before leaving the bathroom and disappearing off to the kitchen. You trod back to the comfort of your bed and lie face down with the covers over you awaiting bruce's return. in your waiting period you unwillingly drift off to sleep again nearly instantly after falling back in. Bruce saw this as he re-entered the room, slowing his footsteps walking over to your side of the bed. He contemplated waking you up and making you take two pills to keep your fever down but he decided not to and to let you get your sleep as sleep may be just as helpful. He places a glass of water and the medication on your nightstand and hops in the other side of the bed to sleep. as much as he wants to comfort you and hug you to make you feel better he thinks it's best not to, to try and minimize the effect of his added body heat to your heightened one. after he places a kiss to your head and mumbles a goodnight to your sleeping frame, sleep captures him and he drifts off too.

a sore throat and a pounding behind your eyes wakes you up yet again but this time it was much later thankfully. You let out a pained groan as you turned around in the bed to see if bruce was there. To your surprise he wasn't. You stare out the window at the heavy rain and wind that hadn't stopped yet. It was highly picturesque, the heavy, thick fog covering that view you usually had from your window of the city, the rain patted against the window and the concrete outside creating puddles and pools of rainwater. drips of water collecting on leaves of trees before it becomes too heavy and slipping off the edge and into the air below. it was all perfect for a frame.

"sleep well?" pipes up Bruce who was packing away freshly washed folded clothes into your drawers.

"I did, thanks." you reply sleep lingering in your strained and pained voice. after a few moments of thought you notice something.

"that's my job. putting away laundry. you fold, I put away, that's how it goes"

"I wasn't letting you do that in the state you're in."

"what state?" you know exactly what he's talking about

"don't play dumb, darling" he replies sitting on the mattress next to your hip.

"I feel fine" you tell him in a firmer tone.

"well you're not fine." he replies while you roll your eyes as much as you can without them hurting before he helps you up and guides you to the kitchen where he has prepared breakfast for you. he sits you down and opens the refrigerator grabbing the pre-prepared breakfast for you. whilst he does this you plop your head into your folded arms on the countertop out of pain, you couldn't let him know he was right as it would boost his ego more than needed. the food he prepared was a little bit of yoghurt and some chopped fruit. as appealing as that sounded, all you wanted was a slice of toast and to watch a film with bruce on the couch. you lifted your head up and placed it in one of your palms resting against it watching him slide the bowl towards you. Bruce saw your disappointed expression that you tried to hide and explained his odd choice.

"I know it's not very appealing right now but it's filled with probiotics and vitamins that will help you get better sooner." he tells you trying to sound more optimistic while pouring you a drink to go with your food.

"is that true?" you question skeptical. if it's false you won't be very happy as you just wasted a breakfast not eating toast.

"let's find out" he replies placing a mug filled with coffee in front of you.

"so I can have coffee but not toast" youstate flatly As he moves to your left and plants a kiss into your hair, despite your best effort to swivel away, he instructs,

"just make sure to drink lots of water after." He settles down on the chair next to you to offer you company while you eat your food.

Once you finished your breakfast your partner suggests moving to the couch and watching one of your favorite movies. If toast didn't sound appealing while eating your breakfast, then this surely did. somewhere in the relocating, you end up face upwards with your head on bruce's stomach, in-between his legs. Again, you used your best effort to try and sit as far away from him as you could, but he made sure he stayed as close as he could to aid you. His hands weaved through your hair every now and again to comfort you and being honest, you nearly drifted off to sleep again with the soft movements against your head. To try not fall asleep once again, you reach over to the table next to you to try and grab your coffee. you couldn't quite reach the colourful mug with your initial on it, so Bruce intervenes before you could stretch more grabbing the ceramic and sitting up straight so that you would follow suit and the liquid wouldn't spill and you wouldn't choke on it either. He watches closely as you swallow the liquid making sure that you were ok and to also take it from you when you were finished with it.

The way Bruce was treating you was as if you were a princess that was dying, you weren't of course a princess or dying but Bruce considered you his princess and wanted to treat you like one.

Later on In the day Bruce noticed your shivers and goosebumps and without hesitation he grabs another blanket to out over you. Despite how hot he already was with you and the cozy blanket over him, he put yet another one on to make sure you were comfortable. His lips find their way to your hair and kiss your head slightly whilst his hand strokes your upper arm and shoulders before mumbling

"you alright, my love?" instead of risking him hearing your quivering voice you let out a small hum confirming you were alright. He didn't believe you so he continued to stroke your arms in attempt to warm you up even more. Stopping his movements in your hair, he wipes away the strands covering your forehead and places his palm on it to check your temperature whilst his other hand stayed on the top of your head. he did this whilst planting yet another kiss into your hair and not moving his face until he informs you

"you're due some more pills now. come on" he sits up, pulling you up in the process. he gets up off the sofa and returns moments later with a couple white pills and a glass of water for you to down in order to get better. Once you swallow them you hold the glass in you lap for a moment and glance to Bruce who was making sure you took the pills --because lets be real, nobody likes taking them--.

"you okay?" he asks placing his palm onto your face, cupping it gently. the comfort from his hand makes you nuzzle into it while nodding your head and mumbling a confirmation to his question. the two of you settle down again for a while until you drift off. you wake up later on to the smell of food and the sight of Bruce stirring something in a pot.

"what time is it?" you ask stretching your limbs.

Bruce spins around hearing your voice. "hey, sleeping beauty. how was your coma?"

you giggle lightly at his joke looking out the window to find the sun has set and darkness has taken over. you really did have a long sleep. he serves the meal and sits down with you at the table making sure you're feeling good. you didn't know what he put into that soup but you felt so much better after it and got a couple hours headache free thankfully.

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bit of an abrupt ending. but here's a bonus scene!

you didn't get much sleep last night since you slept the majority of the day the day prior to this, so you had woken up before Bruce and enjoyed a few moments of silence and warmth still not feeling completely better but it was a huge improvement from yesterday. Once Bruce starts to stir and wake up, you loosen your grip on him a little bit to allow him move.

"morning" you tell him once you spot his eyes wandering around your bedroom.

"morning" he says rubbing his head.

"sleep well?" you ask quietly

"my head has been pounding all night. I kept waking up" he reveals and you can't keep one certain thought out of your head.

"oh, really?"

"yeah." he says clearing his throat after responding

"you know. I felt the same recently...." you hint.

"I'm fine" re replies not amused

"that's what I said too"

"leave me alone" he responds nuzzling back into his pillow and closing his eyes once again.

you take your hand and start playing with his hair shortly before informing him;

"I'll go make you some fruit and yoghurt" teasing him knowing how unappealing that would sound to him right now.

"I'll pass, my love. but thanks" he says sarcasm taking over.

"stay." he says once you try and get up out of the bed

"only a couple minutes." you give in knowing how he feels

"we'll see" he's such a little shit.

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