I NEED A TASTE OF YOU (not Proof Read)

Pink In The Night | Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Male Reader | Angst

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Hurt/no comfort, cheating, minor alcohol consumption

A/N; I ALMOST MADE TWO OF MY BETA READERS CRY WITH THIS ONE LMAOOO, one being Doc, ty Doc. I could have sworn this was a request, but I can't find it so whatever. I feel bad cuz another person requested fluff with roach and this is comin out first 😭❤️ godspeed soldier. i left the other man unnamed. you can decide who it is :)

Synopsis; Mistakes are made on lonely nights. This is evident in a man's hands on another, and the turmoil of what he has done come after.

1.6k words. Short and sweet

How did he end up like this? Roach’s mind was buzzing with thoughts, mostly regret, but also a small part being exhilaration. Something so taboo so frowned upon, but it felt so good.

As he gazed at the man next to him, a co-worker and dear friend, he felt guilt begin to gnaw at his chest. Rapidly his body began burning with shame, nausea settling in as bile crept up his throat, threatening to force up his dinner.

“Fuck,” he groaned, shuffling out of the other man's embrace and crawling off of the bed, walking to the bathroom as quickly as possible. He hunched over the toilet and began retching, emptying the contents of his stomach into the bowl. When he finished, he spat the remaining liquid out of his mouth and reached for the toilet paper, ripping off a piece and wiping his mouth before dropping it into the toilet and reaching for the leaver.

He sat back and pulled his legs to his chest, resting his forehead on his knees with his arms at his sides.

“What have I done…”

The following days before he returned home were excruciating. He would have time to think of what he would say to Y/N, but inevitably knowing the outcome pained him.

He loved Y/N more than anything in the world, so why did he stray? He asked himself this over and over again, eventually concluding that a month and a half of being deployed left him touch starved and desperate. What a horrible excuse to cheat on your partner. He wanted to kick himself and force himself two days ago to stay in his room all day. Maybe if he played sick he wouldn't have had the temptation, though he doubted it.

There were only three days before he was going home. Why didn’t he wait? He knew Y/N would welcome him with open arms, treat him sweetly and shower him with love and affection. Why couldn't he wait?

As he was driven home in a cab after being dismissed, he felt worry invade his body. His hands were clammy, an uncomfortable warmth spreading throughout his limbs, settling in his throat.

By the time he arrived, it was later than he would have liked. The sun was about to set to allow the moon time to shine, to taunt him with the knowledge of what Roach had done in its presence. He flinched when he noticed the murder of crows on the roof, seven standing and watching him as he opened the door and stepped out, grabbing his duffel bag from the seat next to him and waving the driver goodbye.

He turned back to the house, unease filling his mind as one of the crows tilted its head at him. Their eyes were on him as he walked up to the front door and fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door. When he finally got it open, he sighed with relief, quickly slamming the door behind him to escape the beetie, endless black eyes that assessed him, silently judging every part of his soul.

They knew everything. They hold knowledge and power in their being. They carry secrets between their feathers. What secrets would they share tonight?

Roach takes a few deep breaths before dropping his bag to his side and kneeling to remove his shoes. Y/N emerged from the kitchen with a worried face before it quickly turned to happiness, a wide smile covering his handsome features.

“Hi,” he greeted, fondness written on his face. His head was tilted to the side as he gazed at Roach with a sort of longing.

“Hi, Y/N,” Roach said, pulling off his shoes and setting them to the side before grabbing his bag.

“Leave it, I’ll take care of it later,” Y/N said, waving his hand. “You must be tired.”

Roach just nodded, placing the duffel against the wall and walking towards Y/N who eagerly wrapped his arms around Roach’s shoulders and pulled him into a warm hug.

“Christ, I missed you so, so much, baby,” he whispered, squeezing Roach tight. He buried his face into his neck and breathed in his scent.

Roach hesitantly wrapped his arms around Y/N’s torso, holding him back. Tears stung the back of his eyes as Y/N embraced him, holding him close to his chest.

“I missed you, too,” he said. Y/N kissed Roach’s temple before pulling away.

“Dinner is almost ready if you’d like to sit down,” Y/N said. Roach nodded and wiped his nose with his sleeve as Y/N returned to the kitchen

He made his way to the small dining table and sat down, running his hands through his hair with anxiety. He rubbed his eyes and tried to calm his brain, taking deep breaths and counting down from ten to ground himself.

“Is Camille Giroud Bourgogne okay?” Y/N asked from the kitchen. Roach placed a hand on his chest as he looked back at him. “You look stressed. What’s going on in your brain?” he asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

“Nothing,” Roach lied, a small smile spreading over his face. “It’s been a long month.”

“So, red’s okay?”

“Red is good.”

Y/N hummed in acknowledgement and turned to grab two wine glasses from a cabinet, setting them on the counter before grabbing two plates of blood-red meat, seared medium rare with a wine sauce and green beans plated with it, well seasoned. He set one plate in front of Roach, placing the other at the seat in front of him.

Roach’s mouth watered at the sight, but he refrained from tearing into the meal, instead waiting for Y/N to fetch the wine and the glasses. He poured them each a glass before sitting down.

“I’m glad you’re home,” Y/N said, picking up his wine and taking a sip. Roach nodded before beginning to eat.

They ate quietly, all the while Roach had to think of how to tell Y/N what he had done. There was no way that he couldn't tell him. Rather quickly his appetite failed him and he set down his fork and knife, staring at his half-full plate.

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked, chewing on a piece of meat before setting his utensils on his plate. Roach didn’t respond. His hands twitched on the table. “Gary?”

He looked up and suddenly felt a pang in his chest. Y/N looked so worried for him. For someone who fucked a different man.

“I cheated on you,” he whispered. It was almost inaudible. Y/N thought he heard wrong.

“What?” he asked, eyes scanning his face in hopes of a lie.

“I-” Roach choked, staring back into the eyes of his lover. Was he still allowed to call him that? His mouth was dry as he fought to tell him the truth. “I cheated on you.”

Y/N felt his heart stop. His throat closed up and his face rapidly began burning with… what feeling was this? There’s no way to describe it. Partly embarrassment. Partly shame. Partly betrayal. Mostly horror.

“I slept with someone three days ago,” Roach said, turning to stare at the centre of the table. Y/N whimpered and covered his face with his hands, taking multiple heaving breaths. “I’m so sorry. I’m so-”

“Stop,” Y/N whispered shakily. His shoulders shook violently as he sobbed into his palms.

His eyes burned as he watched Y/N sob near silently in front of him, hunched over in his chair and shaking.

“I didn’t mean to. I was just so lonely, and- and-” he tried to explain, tears welling in his own eyes.

“Please, stop,” he sobbed, pulling his hands away from his face in favour of wrapping his arms around himself

“I’m begging you, Gary.”

“I just-”

“I can’t…” Y/N huffed, his bottom lip quivering. He hung his head and let out a guttural sob. “I can’t,” he whispered.

Roach wiped his eyes and frowned when Y/N stood up, pushing his chair in and taking his plate and wine. He scraped the food into the garbage bin and placed it in the sink before walking away. Roach watched him as he walked into the bathroom and locked it. Maybe he should have waited. Maybe he should have planned more.

Roach cleaned up after both of them before going into their shared bedroom and sitting on the bed. He thought it would be best to wait up for Y/N, but he ended up falling asleep anyway. He dreamt of that mistake, it looming over him like a horrible shadow, and it left him waking up in a cold sweat. The sun was beginning to rise behind the curtains, scaring away the night, but a crow sat on the windowsill. They always know.

He stood from the bed, noticing that Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Panic flooded his mind, and he quickly walked from the bedroom, looking into the living room. He worried when he saw nothing before remembering the bathroom. He walked to the door quietly and hesitated as he raised his fist and knocked lightly.

It was quiet for a long moment before Y/N said quietly, “Come in.”

Roach opened the door. Y/N was sitting in the empty bathtub with the light off. His hands were clasped on his lap. Roach flicked on the light and watched Y/N from the doorway.

Y/N’s eyes were puffy and bloodshot, his face stained with dried tears from sobbing all night. His eyes were fixated on the tile on the wall.

“Who was it?” he finally asked. Roach told him the name of the man, and Y/N simply took in a shaky breath before beginning to cry again. “Of course…”

“What?”

Y/N paused.

“You’ve always looked at him differently,” he said. Roach opened and closed his mouth. “If you want to be with him, it's okay.”

“Why,” Roach began, his head spinning with a headache, “Why aren't you angry? Why won’t you yell at me and cuss me out?”

Y/N turned his head to look at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since the night before.

“Because I love you.”

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breaking news.

bruce wayne x male reader headcanon.

summary: bruce has been making national headlines once again, but this time, you're caught up in it.

warnings: bale!bruce, panicked!reader, media frenzy surrounding relationship with bruce!

dating bruce wayne in public included explosive media coverage when the news of your relationship first leaked. for weeks upon weeks, it was all every news outlet and the public could talk about—gossip about. people couldn't flip through their tv, or scroll through their phone without seeing:

THIS JUST IN: BRUCE WAYNE, MULTI-BILLIONAIRE PHILANTHROPIST AND PLAYBOY, CAUGHT IN ROMANTIC RENDEZVOUS WITH... A MAN?

it all started with a photo; a voyeuristic shot that framed you and bruce sitting in one of the restaurants that he'd invested in, holding hands and laughing by the candle light. it was one of the many dates where he closed business for the night for privacy reasons—to keep you safe from the public's eye. and judging from the angle, it was evident that it was one of the employees that had managed to stay back in the building.

to be honest, it was tasteful. nothing scandalous or even remotely explicit, especially if you had to compare to the scandals of men of bruce's status. as much as you felt like your privacy was invaded, you couldn't help but feel relieved when you saw bruce's smile in the photo. the way he looked at you with such doting eyes, his thumb caressing over the bridge between your index and thumb, the plates of food left cold because you were addicted to his company, and vice versa.

it was an intimate moment that was ruined by selfishness—greed.

for a brief moment, you felt... scared. the windows in your apartment were immediately shut and blinded by curtains; the locks in your doors were triple-checked; your passwords were immediately changed to new ones you'd probably forget in the future. you felt eyes on your back, pierced through the walls, watching your every move even if they hadn't.

and as much as you teased bruce about leaving him after your fifteen minutes of fame, you needed him more than ever.

"bruce, what do i—what's happening?""alfred's coming, you're at home, right? i'm talking with my security team right now and—"

it wouldn't be long until people found out who the 'mysterious man' in question was.

in less than an hour, your social media presence had a tenfold increase. photos on your feed received more comments and likes you could ever count. many of them ran with the narrative that you were simply an object of bruce's undisclosed desire for men, his boy toy. and before you knew it, the news outlet began reporting the same, including their own findings of your life.

dating bruce wayne in public included him hugging you as soon as you arrived to his manor. it was a protective instinct that had been brewing since he heard how panicked—how afraid you were—on the phone. while multiple phones rang off the hook, bruce took the time to let you breathe into you, to find a sense of peace as he held you, comforted you with affectionate words in your ear, affectionate touches that rendered you calm and ultimately safe again.

dating bruce wayne in public included bruce addressing his relationship with you in a press conference. it was silly that it had come to this point, but he made sure his feelings regarding how the news outlets had turned a relationship between two men into a media frenzy were known.

"yes, i am in a loving relationship with (M/N)." "no, i am not dating a man for relevancy." "who wears the pants—really? security, let's escort him out, please?" "no, my fiancé is not what those rumors have suggested." "and yes, (M/N) is my fiancé. be kinder, and i ever so might have the fleeting thought to invite you all to my wedding."

dating bruce wayne in public meant that you were advised to keep your answers as vague as possible when you were approached by paparazzis. there were few times where you could escape, but they came in massive groups, bombarding you, and the security team that bruce had hired to protect you, with questions that would guarantee the tabloids massive engagement, but you wouldn't falter.

"ah... yes—he's doing very well, thank you." "oh? my coat? bruce gifted it to me on my birthday a few years ago!" "what do i like... uh, cooking! i make a mean burger—ask bruce yourself!"

and as the public began to know you more, through your timid answers, to the wary and tired smile that only emphasized the dark circles on your face, you were rather... charming? compared to bruce, they've quickly fallen in love with how personal you could be at times. where bruce was always stoic and formal in his answers, you stuttered and answered with a laugh, unexpectedly cracking a joke in between.

it didn't take much interaction before the public realized what made bruce fall in love with a man like you.

dating bruce wayne in public included you becoming quite of a celebrity yourself. alongside bruce's, your day was documented from the very minute you stepped onto a sidewalk and started your day. what was your order at the local coffee shop? what did you like having for lunch? your favorite movie? your favorite thing about bruce?

you were a hot commodity and everyone wanted a piece of you.

though, that never stopped your weekly dates with him. golfing, swimming, hiking, eating; you'd hear the clicks of photos being taken from the shadows, and it was bruce who always held you closer, by the shoulders or by the hand to remind you that you were safe with him.

"they'll get tired of us eventually.""hopefully..."

with him by your side, it wasn't so bad that the camera flashes never failed to blind you whenever you two shared a sweet kiss.

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Price of a lie

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Break up

People who live double lives are almost always frowned upon. But they all have valid reasons to do so. Some might even be dangerous and still, when it comes out. No one likes it. Doesn’t matter which reason was behind it, only that they got lied to.

You never were a person to need that. For most people, you always were an open book. Nothing hiding, not even in your eyes. Every feeling you show is genuine. Not a single word muttered out of your mouth was ever a lie. People would call you `The pure one´, not as an insult or something, but because you never had any shifty motives, like other people had.

Like Betty, staying always so close to Archie, despite it being obvious, that she was in love with him but not the other way around. Or Kevin and Moose, they are able to fool most people, but not everyone. Their motive is a lighter one, to prevent their secret love of getting out. You were just disappointed in both of them, that neither brought Moose to end his relationship with his girlfriend, before they began to do stuff.

In your mind, nothing of this was okay. If you want something from a person you tell them, if you love someone you do the same. The truth is always something you saw not only as important but as mandatory.

For some reason, Reggie found interest in you. The school hotshot, who everyone wanted to be with, even if it only for one night. He was somewhat desperate most of the time, in many ways, but you never had a problem with it. You could manage him and even his father who was a total homophobe, could not hate you.

He hated what you were standing for but realized, that it wasn’t bad to be like you, which did not meant that he liked it. Slowly he became to tolerate people like you and you never asked for anything else. Because that wouldn’t be okay either. Tolerance is everything that is needed.

Sometimes you found yourself with his dad talking about sports and even helping him with his cars. Your own dad wasn’t around much, as a diplomat he wasn’t often not at home. But you and your mom, also did not want to go with him, so he comes back whenever he has time. Still your parents loved each other like they did on their first date. It was gross more often than not.

Still you knew, that his father was and still is abusive towards him. Nothing will change that, but you try to be there whenever something happened or be there, so nothing will happen. Because this man cares why too much what other people think of him.

All of this your personality, the honest and friendly one, as well as your perfect relationship, could’ve never prepared you for what just happened.

You stayed behind in school, to help with projects, until you lost track of time. It was late, maybe six or seven o’clock, the janitor would almost certainly kick you out any moment. Where Betty and Veronica, the wicked witch of the west, came by.

Both looked nervous, Betty obviously had cried for a little while.

„(Y/N), I have something you should see. But you should sit for it.“ You did not know what it was, if it was her broken voice, or the sympathy in it, but you did what she asked you to do.

„What is it Betty? You slowly begin to creep me out,“ you laughed softly, trying to brighten up the mood. But neither of the girls laughed with you, which only let your thoughts ran even faster.

Wordlessly they gave you a black book, you looked strangely at them, before opening it. There in big letter was written `PLAYBOOK´. So they stole they game book from one of your sports teams?

You already wanted to ask them, but as you glanced up both girls seemed determined that you would go trough it. With little hesitance you did just that. There were names of the football team members, besides them girl names, a comment, then points and at the end a date.

The first two names of the book were Chuck and Reggie, which was strange, because the date at the end of Reggies entry was way into your relationship, but at that point it wasn’t public yet, after his wishes, so you avoided him in school, to not lie to anyone or yourself.

As you got trough the book, Reggie’s name was overwhelmingly present in it. At some parts if even looked like he was the only one. But still you had no idea what this book was about.

„So and? For what are these points?“, you asked dumbly. You hadn’t read any of the comments, because you felt, bad to read something personal. But after Betty told you that this is a book over sexual conquests, your eyes almost immediately fell out. It only got worse, after she told you that you should open the last page.

It was different from the pages with the girls, above it stood only `Faggots´ and the entries were everything but nice. Not many players, had entries there, Chuck had two and Reggie had one. You. A comment that made you sick to your stomach. He described you as `used goods´, completely loose, like a desperate whore. He gave you three out of ten points.  The date was about your complete relationship.

Inside you felt completely crushed, heartbroken and betrayed. Outside you seemed completely unfazed, as if this hasn’t ruined your complete relationship in seconds. „Can I copy this?“

Both girls were visible disturbed by your nonchalant questions. They thought you would scream, cry or anything else, but you had other plans.

For some reason you slept that night like a baby. Betty and Veronica told you, when they want to show the evidence to your principal. So your plan began to form itself.

As any other morning after this beautiful night sleep, you came into school with a shining smile. Directly walking up to Reggie and nuzzling in his side, while he laughed about it, as usual. Him kissing the top of your head and swinging his arm over your shoulder. 

„Reggie, do you love me?“

„Of course Baby, more than anything!“

But now you knew it was a lie. The entire time, you felt so stupid for not realizing it earlier. How could someone you trusted this much, be such a scumbag? Still you waited fro the lunch break.  Everything needed to look like it was normal.

You kissed Reggie on his lips. Lips you once thought were only for you. But now you knew that they kissed dozens of others. His hand running down your sides, tickling you slightly, always fiddling with your body. Now you asked yourself how many others did he touched so lovingly? But the worst were his words of encouragement and loving side remarks. These meant nothing now. Just hollow phrases you were sure of, he told others too.

The day was a fas. It was the hardest thing in your life. But it wasn’t a lie. You still loved Reggie dearly. And you wished nothing of it was true. This changed at lunch, when Bett and Veronica vanished and you knew that this was the moment.

„Reggie do you love me?“ This time you asked him in front of all his little football friends.

„Of course I love you baby.“ He answered just as you had thought. Only this time you really saw the looks of the others. Some disgusted, other ashamed and one or two even with pity.

So you just took the copy of the entry out of your backpack and began to read.

„Reggie Mantle, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a completely loosen up whore. Certainly not the first guy who used him. Begged me for it. Obedient whore, even let me piss on him. Three out of ten points. And look at this, a four year time span.“ You finished up reading and the looks of the guys at your table changed into horrifying glances in your direction.

„I mean not everything is a lie. Of course im used up, because I had daily sex with my know ex-boyfriend. But don’t worry, no other every touched me and will not in the near future. But obedient? Did you tell your little friends here, that I bind you to your bed and fucked myself with your dick, because you can’t handle it yourself? And five minutes is really not a goof time Reggie. And pissing? I didn’t even knew you had that kink, which would explain the stains on your bed, because you do it to yourself?“

Everything was now laid out. Reggie seemed completely devastated. The two guys that took pity on you, smirked at him, after you were finished with putting the dirty clothes out.

His shaking body after, he was about to start something, so you just silently stood up, let the page lay on the table and began to walk away.

„You can’t speak to me like this, Im your boyfriend, you have to obey-“

Before he could finish, you turned around, punching him directly onto his nose, which let him fall to the ground. „We are nothing Mantle. Have fun telling your father, I believe he will not be happy, to not have his second son at his house anymore.“

Now even Reggie looked horrified with his bloody nose, it gave you a sense of accomplishment. He paid the price of being a liar. And you were free, heartbroken and devastated, but free. Slowly the tears began running down your cheeks, as you made your way trough the hallways alone, with all the memories you shared with Reggie. But someday you will find a guy who truly treasures you. And the price of love will not be as high as this one.