Shuri’s Main Bitch

𝐈𝐟 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲,𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Sitting in front of the vanity mirror as your mother adjusted your veil you listened to all the chaos going on around you. The loud conversations, last minute adjustments being put in place and the loud atmosphere around you.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Your mother staring at you through the mirror

The one person you couldn’t lie to ever, she could see through you like a clear body of water

“Nothing ma, I’m just nervous”

“That doesn’t look like a I’m just nervous look”

As she placed her hand on her hip for rest you quickly looked down at your engagement ring on your finger, hands shaking as you began to move it back and forth—biting your lip for comfort

“Yeah I’m just nervous, that’s it”

The door gently opened and all of a sudden all the chaos in the room seemed to cease to exist, gasps could be heard from your sisters as they paid attention to the unintended guest

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything” a soft and meek voice finally spoke

Immediately your head rose as you stared at the man in the doorway, as soon as your eyes met his you immediately dropped your gaze and went back to picking at your ring. Your mother noticed the exchange between the two of you and called for everyone to step out, watching all the bridesmaids clear out as she was the last

Hearing the door shut your stomach dropped, that was the confirmation that the two of you were finally alone. Slowly you turned around and stood to your feet—neck and neck

His eyes seemed heavy and told a story you’ve never seen on him before. But he still managed to smile at you and find a positive in this situation

“You look ….beautiful”

He’s said this a million times but today it sounded different, even the way he looked at you was different than what he’s done in the past

Unable to hold your composure in you immediately pulled Michael into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him as tightly as you possibly could. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and rested them on your exposed skin , softly rubbing his hands back and forth hearing you let out tears of frustration

The way the two of you hugged each other was even different, which concerned Michael because this wasn’t a “I missed you” hug this was a “I’m scared and I need you” type of hug

“I didn’t know if you’d show up”

“It wasn’t easy, definitely took me some time to figure it out. But look at you—you’re absolutely gorgeous” he complimented

The two of you broke apart, still holding hands as his thumb brushed over your knuckles

“Thank you” you blushed “you look handsome as always. Cream is definitely one of your colors”

Michael stepped in closer and pulled out his handkerchief to pat away your tears “I know the timing isn’t perfect but I didn’t come here to talk about anything besides what I’m about to say”

Your stomach dropped, feeling like you were on the verge of throwing up “And what is that?”

You could feel Michael’s hands trembling against yours, brushing his thumbs over your knuckles “I practiced my words over and over again, stuttering over myself trying to get my thoughts together but it was impossible, I almost drove myself crazy thinking about it”

“Michael….”

“I’ve been in love with you since we both were eleven and twelve years old. I was a fool for letting you letting you get away from me the first time and I refuse to let it happen again, I’ll admit showing up here today wasn’t in support of your wedding at all—I came here today because I can’t let you marry this man Bunny”

Bunny…a nickname you hadn’t heard in ages

Hearing the end of Michael’s speech you broke your hands from his and scoffed walking towards the vanity “Michael are you fucking serious?! You showed up on my wedding day for this!?”

“Bunny you have to believe me—I know it’s selfish but you and I both know you don’t wanna marry him”

“Michael how dare you”

“See! That right there” he laughed stepping closer to you “You’re not even denying it because you know it’s true, you’re only getting mad at me because you know I’m right”

“That’s not true”

“It is my love, I’ve been crazy about you since I was a little boy and I know you well enough to know that you’re making a mistake”

“Yeah and it took you to wait five seconds before I walk down the aisle to confess your feelings for me?”

“No I just—“

“Just what!?”

“I was scared!” Raising his voice “I was afraid of losing you and not having you in my life anymore okay? I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all. You’re one of the only people I have left in this world”

Your face softened

“And you know what, I’m not the only person here with some secrets”

“What’s that supposed to mean??”

So—you’re really going to act like nothing ever happened between us? Like Milan never happened? Because I remember that night clearly. We made love to one another for the very first time and not once did you tell me to stop because we shared something special that night. Neither one of us pulled away. You told me you loved me and I believed every second of it”

Memories of that night came rushing back—the gentle way Michael held you, the tenderness in his touch, and the way he always seemed to know exactly how to make you feel safe in his arms. It wasn’t just the intimacy that lingered in your mind, but the emotional connection you shared

Every moment between you had filled a part of your heart you hadn’t realized was empty, and deep down, it was everything you’d been longing for.

“I did mean it..I still mean it”

Your eyes filled with tears and you stared at the rugged carpet and the sides of your heels, anything to avoid his eye contact

“Bunny look at me” raising your head with his fingers “Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t love me the way that I love you, I swear I’ll leave you alone for good—I’ll walk out that door and you’ll never see me again. As much as it would kill me inside to be without you, I’ll do it if that’s what you want”

“I can’t” your tears streamed down your face and you slightly hyperventilated “I love you more now than I did back then…and since I’m being honest I’ve never stopped loving you”

A smile broke out on Michael’s face, contagious as it spread to you as well—pressing his forehead into yours as a tear ran down his cheek “You don’t know how devastated I was gonna be without you”

“You don’t know how devastated I would’ve been if you didn’t show up today, I only said yes because I thought it was over”

Grabbing you by your face and gently pressed his lips into yours, allowing you to melt into his embrace. That same electrifying feeling the both of you felt the first time you kissed had returned “I missed you so much Michael”

“Then come with me—please” kissing your knuckles “Let’s do this the right way. I knew from the minute I walked in here that this wasn’t your dream wedding. I know your every detail you would’ve wanted down to how your bouquet should’ve looked. I could’ve planned your dream wedding with my eyes closed, he’s never paid attention to you like I have. Give me the opportunity to prove it to you please Bunny”

You grabbed Michael’s hands and squeezed them tightly “What am I gonna tell my family?” barely audible

“The truth, it’s all you have”

After sharing one last lingering kiss, the two of you slipped out through the back entrance, escaping the chaos together. Hand in hand, you ran alongside Michael, laughing breathlessly as if the years between you had never existed. It felt just like it had when you were kids two best friends racing through the world with nowhere to be but by each other’s side. Meanwhile your mother stood on the other side of the door with a small smile on her face, she was proud of you for finally choosing yourself and picking the right man

⤷ ゛batman michael x catwoman!readerˎˊ˗

era: HIStory

fluff!!

WC: 686

a/n: this was a draft I just decided to post bc of an anons request I meant to fill out awhile! but enjoy :)/ lowkey.. just a oneshot.

It was a cold, rainy night in Gotham City, the crime just as bad as usual. The rats ran the streets, and so did gangsters and hookers. It was a sad sight to see, and Michael hated walking through it every day.

He moved through the city as if he couldn’t be harmed. Honestly, that was the mentality you had to have if you wanted to survive. His hands were shoved deeper into the pockets of his long black trench coat as rain pitter pattered against the pavement. He stayed on the lookout without being too obvious, watching for anything…a robbery, a fight, or even the simple act of somebody snatching a lady’s purse.

Then he heard a crash, followed by the annoying ringing of a diamond store alarm.

He quickly changed, like those superheroes do in the movies… and ran over.

W he arrived, he looked around. It was dark, but the shattered glass scattered across the floor told him somebody had definitely been there.

“Show yourself…” he said commandingly, but softly.

You stepped out of the shadows seeing the masked man, every time you saw Batman tingles went through your body.

You had a diamond resting between your long nails as you twirled it carelessly. Michael couldn’t help but stare for a moment longer than usual. The black catsuit fits like a glove, showing off every curve not leaving anything to imagination, while gold chains draped lazily around your arms, making it obvious you were stealing just to steal… or maybe to grab a certain someone’s attention.

The silence in the room was obvious you two were checking each other out. You moved closer, the jewelry clinking softly against your skin. A smile tugged at your lips.

“Isn’t it the Bat?”

Michael gritted his teeth in annoyance. He was so tired of dealing with you every week, but at the same time, it was the highlight of his night.

“Do I always have to keep taming the stray cat?” he teased, watching as you circled him like a predator stalking its prey.

He could’ve easily caught you and thrown you in jail. Something always held him back, though. These constant fights had been going on for months, and somehow he still hadn’t tried hard enough to catch you.

You slipped behind him, and he tensed slightly, but he was far too curious to move away. Your hand traveled up to his throat, your nails lightly scraping against his skin. A small groan escaped his mouth before he could stop it.

Strangely enough, you could tell he was into it. The constant shifting, the way his hand found your wrist and guided it lower toward the belt around his waist…it gave him away more than he realized. You two been having these tension for months..

You let your hand trail downward, unfastening the belt. For a moment, Michael almost thought something else was about to happen.

Instead, you snatched the belt and looped it around your neck like a trophy before jumping away. He flinched immediately.

“must be pretty hungry and desperate for me…” you purred. As much as you wanted to do something to him, you couldn’t be that easy..

Michael bit the inside of his cheek, he was. Not in the way you thought, at least that’s what he kept telling himself, he just wants to catch you. He had no interest in seeing how you taste, or how you would feel in his hands, not even how you would sound if you two did go far.. no way.

“Bye for now…” you teased, backing toward the broken window. And then you were gone, another crime, another time he let you off the hook.

Hours later, you sat comfortably on the couch knitting when you heard the front door open. Looking up, you found Michael stepping inside, drenched in rain. The end of his curls dripped water.

“How was work, babe?” you asked softly. He glanced at you while setting his keys down.

“It was work…” he answered, like always, sounding completely disinterested in having much of a conversation. If only it was Batman walking through that door. He would’ve been a lot more interested.

Well…

Only if you knew your own husband was Batman.

he’s in awe at the way you effortlessly own the stage, hitting every note and every beat as you lose yourself in the music. captivated by the sensual movements of your hips and legs in your cropped glittery two piece, rhinestones catching the light.

as you grind and twirl your hips, you catch his stare in the front row. your dangly belly piercing twinkling under the stage lights (his weakness). he can’t help but bite his lip as his eyes roam your body hungrily under his signature shades. one of his long slender fingers coming to his mouth attempting to conceal his growing grin at the thought of how that piercing would look under him with the outline of his bulge peeking through your stomach.

he almost swears you give him a wink and a slight smirk before you move to the other side of the stage, continuing to perfectly sing the notes of your new hit single that’s been nominated for numerous awards tonight.

when you finish your set, hip jutted out and sweat cascading down your perfect frame, he mentally makes it his mission to know you by the end of the night, in more ways than one…

a/n: first time writing in yearsss omg but mike brought me out of hibernation. hope you guys like!