god this made me tear up so bad

Searingly Sweet (Marichat/Adrienette)

What do you do when one of paris’ most superlatively handsome heros comes knocking on your balcony door? You would panic first, right? Like, what does he want; why is he here; should I prepare something? Any and all those thoughts might run through your head I’m guessing. But what does Marinette Dupain-Cheng do when a certain leather-clad feline comes a knocking?

She gets pissed…cause duh, right?

And it wasn’t even like she was pissed at him exactly. It was more just that he happened to appear at the apex of her shitty day. Every single client the 23 year old had that afternoon was completely and utterly shitty human beings. And she gets it, a lot of schools in the area were picking up the american custom of having end of the year dances, for socializing and shit. But if she had to hear another shitty 17 year old complain about how the applique on her dress doesn’t absolutely “shimmer” in the moonlight and how the dress doesn’t make her ASS look like that american rapper Nicki Minaj’s (Which by the way if you’re gonna use french in your stage name PICK A REAL FRENCH WORD). She was ACTUALLY going to cut someone.

So it wasn’t his fault that he happened to knock on the balcony door to her apartment. Also wasn’t his fault that she happened to be in the middle of her 3rd alteration of the SAME dress at the time. But that didn’t stop her from viciously slamming open her door, rage blazing in her eyes.

“WHAT?” She roared

Her attitude instantly vanished, however, as Chat Noir collapsed into her arms. She grabbed onto his waist to keep him upright but his harsh hiss kept her hands at bay. She felt a wetness on her hand, it wasn’t raining out so it couldn’t be good. She looked down and sure enough Chat had contracted a sizeable cut above his hip and in different places along his torso.

“Holy shit!” was all she could really comment “Adrien, what happened!?”

They had long since found out each other’s identity. 21st birthdays mixed with intimate truth or dare and too many margaritas will do that kind of thing to you. But the lucky part was that nothing ever really changed for them. If anything, it made their civilian lives that much easier. Now, if anything went wrong they knew exactly where to go for safety.

Guess this was one of those times huh?

“Mari” Chat groaned out pitifully, body slumped over her petite frame

She didn’t allow him to say anything else as she carefully helped him onto the couch. She laid him down gently and rushed to get a bowl and some cool water. Returning back he didn’t look too good, hair matted from sweat and eyes squeezed shut in pain. She gingerly picked up his head and laid it in her lap. She pressed the wet cloth to his biggest cut and pressed down, shushing him softly to soothe his pain.

She looked into his eyes for an explanation “What happened? Was it a really bad akuma?”. Her heart only sank as he remained silent.

“Oh god it was, wasn’t it? Fuck, if I wasn’t so swamped with work I could’ve been there for you. You wouldn’t be like this. Adrien I’m so sorry” He lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. A gentle smile graced his features and she felt like bursting into tears that very moment.

“Please don’t cry, Mari” He said, his voice warmer than a summer’s breeze “I didn’t lose to an akuma. Just to a very old cat and a very sturdy tree.”

At first it didn’t click, she was far too wrapped up in her guilt ridden emotions. But then, ever so slowly, the words sunk in further and further

“Could you say that again for me please?” She said a little too sweetly “I just want to make sure I heard you correctly”

“Oh! I just said that these cuts are from me saving a pretty old cat from a tree” He scratched his head bashfully “old beast was not too appreciative and scratched me up pretty good and the tree kinda finished the job”

She stood up abruptly, knocking chat off the couch and onto the floor.

“Noooo” Chat whined as she stormed off “Don’t leave me here to perish in the cold!”

A blanket, quite unceremoniously, pelted him in the face “BUNDLE UP BITCH”

“Someone’s got their chiffon in a knot” He pouted “what? You missed your monthly ‘designer’s digest’ issue?”

Marinette sat back on the couch wordlessly, only speaking to ask him to drop his transformation so she could patch him up. Her speech was so…professional that he dropped it immediately, worried that he might’ve pushed her buttons a little too hard.

“Hey Mari, you know I was only kidding right?” this silent treatment was a bit of a first for him, he hadn’t meant to offend her, only poke at her a little “I didn’t mean all that stuff I said. I really am sorry”

He tried putting on his best sad face, nudging his head into her in the hopes that it’d melt her heart enough to forgive him. She sighed and put his head back into her lap.

“I’m not mad chat.” She said, preparing a disinfectant cloth “there’d be no point in that”

He breathed a sigh of relief, he wasn’t totally convinced but at least she wasn’t gonna kick him out of the house

“That being said, you tear up the shirt I made you. Sooooo, you deserve this entirely”

Adrien’s eyes shot open wide as a stinging, searing pain shot through his whole side. He moved to shoot up in his seat but, surprisingly, Marinette was pretty strong and held him down, giggling the entire time. A disinfectant cloth slapped to the cut would teach him a lesson or two


“I know right? You must be so sorry for playing with my emotions and tearing up that shirt aren’t you?”


“That’s interesting cause, see, that doesn’t sound like an ‘I’m sorry’ to me”


“And you’re still screaming. I do have neighbors you know”

Adrien gritted his teeth as he tried to bear the burning sensation traveling all through his body “I’m sorry for tearing up the shirt and playing with your emotions even though I did nothing of the sort

She pressed down on the cut harder


She took pity on his poor soul and finally released him. He rolled back onto the floor and scattered away behind her curtains


Marinette was hardly perturbed “1.) I checked the bottle before-hand it was gonna sting regardless of what I did and 2.) you still have like 8 more lives, you’re fine”

Adrien was now in full pout mode “I’m not an actual cat you know. The american phrase ‘YOLO’ does actually apply to me”

“You’re so dramatic” she laughed. Scooting over on the furthest side of the couch, she stretched out her arms to lure him back to the sofa. He turned from her, refusing to even acknowledge her offer.

“Oh come on, kitty. I still have to wrap up your other cuts before they get infected”

He wrapped the curtains further up on his body “Better than dying from the shock of the pain!”

She rolled her eyes “I promise I’ll be gentler this time. And, I’ll make sure to tell you when the sting is coming”

He eyed her cautiously, coming out from behind the curtains and inching closer “I want free cuddles the rest of the night”

She sighed “fine, whatever you want”. It was like telling him he’d won the lotto, his perfect white teeth gleaming in a cheshire like grin. Adrien tossed himself on the couch, instantly slipping up her body and snuggling closely to her chest.

“You are so unbelievably spoiled you know”

“You know I think I can still feel the pain of the disinfectant. I wonder why?”

She laughed warmly and let him stay there for a while.

There was no way to really describe the relationship they had. On the one hand they were definitely friends; they had the occasional coffee meet-up with Alya and Nino, popped in on one another if they had a bad day and, duh, saved one another from certain death every now and again. They could go out and see other people, sure, but then they did things like this. Cuddle times where they just stayed silent and share body heat, sleeping in the same bed because one couldn’t be bothered to stay up enough to make the trek home, and even spending whole weekends just vegging out at home watching Totally Spies reruns on TV. It was a weird set up but if you asked Marinette if she would change anything, not a single second would be unmissed.

“Ok mon minou, let’s get you patched up before I have to clean your blood off my couch…again”

He begrudgingly agreed and left her warm hold, sitting with legs crossed and patiently awaited her medical care. She returned back with her famous “Chat almost died today” first aid kit and something thin and white sticking out from between her lips. It caught the blonde’s attention and his feline instincts began to flare up again. Nevertheless, he sat still,only moving to remove his shirt and give her space to wrap his body in bandages.

“There, all done” She said, ever so slightly proud of her work “You were a very good patient this time around kitty. Usually you’re so squirmish”

Even as she scritched his favorite spot behind his ear adrien still couldn’t get his mind off of whatever was occupying his lady’s mouth

“Uh Adrien? You ok?” She said waving a hand in front of his eyes. He blinked back to reality and smiled apologetically

“Sorry Mari guess I’m a little distracted” He laughed nervously. She shrugged it off as no big deal and left to warm up some leftovers for him.

Adrien watched her with childlike curiosity, he didn’t wanna be a real bother to her but it killed him not knowing what it was that was in her mouth. Even still, he hesitated on bringing it up, choosing instead to stuff his face with honey mustard glazed chicken and pasta.

It was maybe 20 minutes into their third episode when Adrien just stretched himself out flat onto her lap. She remarked on his keen ability to make “make himself at home” but it only went in one ear and out another as he watched her cheek poke out with the offending object.

He poked it

She switched it to the other side

He poked it again

She sat it in the middle while looking at him with a strange look on her face

He didn’t even notice as his long fingers kept poking around her face, expecting to flush it out from behind her lips

“Adrien!” She commanded, swatting his hands away “Will you please stop tha-”

“My lady, what is in your mouth?”

The question came out so abruptly that it caught her completely by surprise. She blinked confusedly at him. There was not a hint of joking attitude in his eyes so she took it out.

“It’s just a lollipop. See?” she placed it back over her tongue, sucking on it hard “Nothing special. Cherry flavor I think”

Adrien didn’t exactly know what to feel. Yes, he got the answer he’d been looking for but, at the same time, a cherry lollipop? Really?

“Why didn’t you say you got one?” He fussed

“Why do you care? Kitty, it’s just candy”

He didn’t really have a witty retort to that so he kept silent, rolling over in her lap and facing the TV. Marinette assumed he’d finally gave up so she settled back in her seat.

“I want one”

She groaned, rubbing her temples soothingly

“No, Kitty you may not have one”

Adrien poked out his bottom lip “Why not, you have one”

“Ok, And?”

“Where do you keep them?”

“If I told you that it wouldn’t be a secret stash would it?”

He almost took offense to that “Why would you keep it a secret from me? Do you not trust me?”

“To not eat all my candy without me knowing? No”

“I’d replace it”

“Adrien the last time you ‘replaced’ my candy stash it ended up being more expensive than my rent”

He pulled her into a face squishing hug “Maaari let me have one”

She struggled to push away him away, he was stupidly strong when he wants something “No dammit let me go!”

Adrien finally released her and suddenly stood up. If she didn’t know any better she would’ve assumed that she got the hint. But, sadly, she did and, without remorse, glared him down.

“Chaton, don’t you fucking dare”

He shot out of the living room and into the bedroom down the hall. She chased after him, knowing exactly where he was going and for what. Just as she suspected, Adrien was making quick work of her room, sifting between the sheets and crawling beneath the bed.

“Quit it you fucking sugar addict!”

“Let me have my fix and I will!”


“Then the hunt continues!”

Her room was becoming an utter mess. Clothes were being tossed everywhere, it was like a horror movie. She forced him into a corner to maybe try and talk things out somewhat civilly but the blonde bastard just carefully scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, breaking out from the corner to just fuck up her room even more.

They were on the floor now, huffing and wheezing as they tried to catch their breath. Adrien looked everywhere, the sheets, under the bed, in the closet. He even took the ultimate risk and went through her drawers (The kick to his gut proved that that wasn’t too good of an idea). But still no sweets for a little blonde boy named Adrien

“Please tell me you quit” She huffed out

“It’s not fair” he whined “all I wanted was something sweet”

“I just fed you”

“Dessert is an important part of every meal”

He clambered up onto his feet and stumbled back, knocking into the wall behind him. There was a clamor from the top of Marinette’s closet. She prayed that he didn’t hear it….it was a stupid prayer let’s be real here.

“Hey Marinette”

“Yes Adrien”

“What’s in your closet”

“You looked in there yourself…nothing”

She didn’t dare move from the floor as he stared her down

“If I go over there right this very second, you’re not gonna move”

“I see no reason to do so”

The millisecond he moved toward that closet door she raced in between him and the doorway. A dark smile stretched across his lips. He moved in close and she could hear his heartbeat in her ears. He leaned down, his breath tickling her ears.

His voice made her knees weak “It’s in there, isn’t it my lady”

She sucked on her cherry blowpop harder and harder as she shook her head vigorously

“Then what did I hear in the closet. If it’s not what I’m looking for then what’s there to worry about?”

Her eyes looked everywhere but his own vibrant green ones. He knew what that tone of voice did to her and did it anyway.

Adrien snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her away from the door. His stares were so paralyzing she couldn’t say that she even noticed. They walked over to the bed and gently pushed her onto its soft sheets. He climbed atop of her, smoothing his hands across her skin

“Be a good girl and stay here, ok?”

This man could’ve told her to commit murder and all she’d need was a spoon and a name

He moved back over to the closet and rooted around its dark shelves. Eventually he noticed that the side wall was uneven. Sure enough, when he pressed down on it the panel fell away to a secret hole in the wall, complete with its own neatly painted shoe box.

“Hello my sweet”

He was a kitten on christmas coming out from that closet. Pressed close to his chest the box clearly said ‘Keep out, especially you kitty!” but he couldn’t care less, soon he would indulge himself in a sugar sweet paradise.


Or at least he would if she didn’t break out of her lust induced trance

He bolted out of the room, eyes darting left and right for any kind of hiding space. Alas, it was no use. Marinette had him stuck in the kitchen corner with nowhere left to run. She took a cautious step toward him and he grabbed the first thing he could, a deluxe chocolate bar that she’d been saving for a super shitty day

Much like this one actually

“S-stop! Kitty, just leave the box on the counter”

“Fine! I’ll just take the chocolate bar then”


He tore off the label, never once taking his eyes off hers

“Put it. Down”

A corner of the aluminum wrapping hit the floor and her mind went into a blind panic. He was really gonna eat it if she didn’t come up with something!

He opened his mouth comically wide and brought it to his teeth


And as he brought his teeth closer together for bite she decided that she had no choice

Marinette ripped the candy from her mouth and pressed her body roughly against his, grabbing a fistful of his hair and bringing their lips together.

That alone would be seared into his subconscious for the rest of his life but what followed would follow him for as long as time stood.

Cherries, the syrupy sweet taste of artificial cherries flooded his tastebuds as her tongue slipped between his lips and into every corner of his mouth. His mind couldn’t take it to the point where he just dropped the box in his hands altogether, grabbing tightly onto her hips and savoring the flavor as much as he could.

But as soon as it started, it ended. She backed away from him, face redder than the candy in her hand.

“Never touch my stash again”

He tried to speak but she shoved the red sucker into his cheeks

“And I’m sure you’ve probably earned that”

She gathered up her box and walked out the kitchen, grumbling something about ‘Stupid cats’ and ‘putting it in a safe next time’

Adrien’s favorite flavor used to be chocolate

He was fairly certain that’s not the case anymore.

Hey it’s flower anon. This is a bit late, but I heard you were having a bad day so I drew a picture of Leliana to make you feel better :)

Feel free to do what you wish with it. 
Oh my god this actually made me tear up! My favorite baby with my favorite flower omg <3 <3 Thank you so so much this is so beautiful!!! :’D

PromPosal- Theo Raeken

Prompt: Y/N has been rejected by three guys and finally her crush for prom. She is in tears. Devastated. The last thing she suspected was for the notorious bad boy, Theo Raeken, to ask her to prom.

Warnings: Rejection, other than that I can’t think of anything.

Author’s note: Should I write a part two for prom?

This was the last straw. I can’t believe Y/C/N rejected me for prom. I wasn’t expecting him to say yes, but I was hoping he would. That was so embarrassing. I ripped the poster I made for the promposal I did for him. God, I can’t believe I made a fucking poster. I’m so stupid.

Tears swelled up as I threw the poster into the garbage. At least I wasn’t stupid enough to ask him to prom in front of everyone. I then walked to the staircase and sat down. I started to cry even more letting out my emotions. I curled myself in a ball and continued to cry, this hurt so much. I guess being rejected by the guy you’ve like for the past year would hurt.

Suddenly there was a tape on my shoulder. I sniffled and looked up. There right above me, was Theo Raeken, as in the hot bad boy of the school Theo Raeken. I quickly wiped my tears and whispered “Uh, hi?”
“Are you okay?” He asked me. I forced a smile and said “Yeah, I’m fine.” He shook his head and sat down with me. He then stated “You’re not fine.” I lightly laughed and rhetorically asked “What gave it away?” I then wiped away more tears. I brought my knees closer to my chest as he asked me “So, what happened?” I shrugged and said “I-I got rejected by someone I really liked for prom. I did this whole poster and everything, he still said no.” He sucked in a breath and said “Damn that sucks.”
“What sucks even more is that I’m going to see him first period everyday and be reminded of it. God, I was so stupid!” He put his hand on my shoulder and said “Hey, you’re not stupid. It took some balls to do that. Besides, he’s stupid.” I turned to him and asked “Why is he stupid?”
“He’s stupid to turn down such a beautiful girl like you.” I blushed and looked away. This is the first time a guy has called me beautiful. He lightly grabbed my face and turned it towards him, he wiped away my tears and said “Don’t let a stupid guy make you cry.” -

Yesterday’s chat with Theo was making me feel better. We talked some more and then the bell rang and we had to go our separate ways. He offered to walk me to class but I politely declined.

Anyways, it’s a new day and I’m gonna try to move on from Y/C/N. It sucks that I have class with him right now, it sucks even more that I sit next to him but I’ll get over it. I walked into class and took my seat next to him. He didn’t say a word to me and I didn’t say anything to him, this is so awkward.

The teacher droned on and on with the lesson, all I could think about is how I embraced myself so much yesterday. Then there was a knock at the door, the teacher said “One moment students.” He then went to the door. I just sat silently waiting for the lesson to start again, but then Theo walked in with a box. I looked at him quizzically as he stared directly at me and smirked. He then opened the box and inside was five roses, and on each one of them there was a post-it. All of the post-it’s together spelt ‘PROM?’ I honestly couldn’t stop smiling. He said “I’m not that good at prom puns, so I thought I just go simple. Do you wanna go to prom with me Y/N?” I smiled even more if that was possible. I quickly got up and walked towards him and said “Yes of course! Oh my god, this is wonderful!” I then hugged him and he hugged me back. I pulled away and said “Thank you.”
“I should be thanking you for saying yes, now I get to go to prom with a beautiful girl.” Then there were ‘aww’s’ coming from the class. I blushed and looked down. Damn, I could get use to him calling me beautiful. I then turned around and said “Y/C/N, can you take a picture of us?” He looked a little surprised about everything but he said “Uh, yeah, sure.” I then gave him my phone and he took a few pictures of us. This day ended up great.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Only Us (Part Ten)

Pairing: Peter Parker (Tom Holland) x Reader

Summary:  What happens when the reader saves Spiderman…while he’s saving you? (things have changed but fuck it I’m still using this summary cuz idk)

Word Count: 2787

Warning(s): Swearing, domestic abuse

Additional Notes: If you would like to be tagged for every part of this series let me know by commenting or something else idk. Also, a lot of you have asked to be tagged and I do tag you and then you ask to be tagged again. So you should be tagged but check the tagging list I have at the bottom let me know if you aren’t getting a notification. (Sorry this is a long chapter)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

It had been about a week since my life turned toward the worst. I had canceled most of my shifts and spent my time in my room. I hadn’t gone to the roof since last week, I hadn’t even opened the shades of my window. Peter had shown up every night knocking on the window begging for me to open it. He had come up to me at school as well, causing me to skip some days—not caring about what I missed. As it turned out—just like me, my father had turned into a miserable slob more drunk than he usually was. My mom had been gone a week. Granted she left a lot but she was usually back by now. Neither of them cared what was happening to me, which for once I was grateful for.

The worst part of the entire thing was Peter, by far. I was angry—more than angry…and I was hurt. But my heart ached for him more and more each day, and him showing up every second didn’t help.

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Fic Request: 
“Natemare finds out that the reader is ticklish and he uses this to his advantage?” 

Originally posted by crystalfier

There had been no intentions behind Natemare’s touch than to move past you. His fingers grazed your back, giving you notice that he was walking behind you. No lingering gesture or expression of interest.
But as his fingers touched your side, you squeaked and twitched under his fingers. 
Natemare froze mid-stride. Turning to you as a smile grew on his face and his eyes darkened mischievously. 
“(Y/N), what was that?” He asked. You coughed softly, straightening and continuing with whatever you were doing before. 
“Nothing.” You replied innocently. Natemare moved closer and you instinctively stepped away. “Natemare…no” 
Natemare chuckled, his tongue slipping out between his lips to moisten them.
He disappeared in a puff of smoke and you whined, cowering into a corner and hugging your waist. 
“Natemare, no. Please. I’m an innocent bystander!” You said loudly at the empty air. You sensed something creeping towards your side and you sprinted to the next room. A laugh followed you, cold temperature rushing over you as a cloud of grey washed over you. 
“No! No!” You fell in a fit of giggles as the smoke swirled around you. Very real fingers digging into your hips and wiggling relentlessly. “N-Natemare! S-Sto-op!” 
He reappeared over you. Pinning you down to the floor with his body as his hands savagely tickled you. 
“So, you’re ticklish, huh?” He asked with a wide smile. “This information would have be helpful ages ago.” 
You couldn’t talk. You were breathless and still laughing. You tried to wriggle away but Natemare dragged you back. 
Finally you managed to trap one of his hands against you and kept moving away from his other hand. 
“No. Please!” You tried to plead but Natemare only chuckled. 
“Oh? And what will the little damsel do if I stop?” Natemare cooed, his fingers wandering over your body. Finding more little spots that made you squeal and giggle. 
“A-Anything!” You screamed, tears blurring your eyes.
Natemare laughed, pulling his hands away from your body. “Really?”
You glared up at him. “Nothing bad though.”
Natemare poked your side and your mumbled a chuckle. “Stop it. I swear to God I’ll hurt you.”
Natemare smiled, “You? Hurt me? (Y/N) are being serious?”
“If you tickle me I am not responsible for the injuries you-” Natemare rolled his eyes. Lunging forward and tickling you again.
This time, his fingers were so agonizingly giggle-inducing that your leg kicked out and slammed into his crutch. 

Natemare cried out and rolled off you. You scrambled after him, half laughing, half shaking your head.
“I told you! Are you ok?” You asked between giggles.
Natemare groaned, holding his groin. “That’s a good kick for a small person.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, don’t tickle me and I won’t kick you.”
Natemare grinned, sitting up and winking at you. “Honey, I’m far from done with this little game.”
You had not even a second to try and escape, but Natemare launched himself at you. Tackling you to the ground and proceeding to continue his attack.   

Everything is alright (tweethearts. Lin x reader)

{A/N: you thought you were safe….that these would be cute and fluff…no sir! I want your tears! The feed me…..so i wrote this while listening to ‘everythings alright’ from the fly me to the moon soundtrack listen to it if you wanna cry while reading this…tagging those who’s tears i need to fuel me…
@secretschuylersister @maybe-mikala @imagineham @writingiseasier @icanneverbesatisfied feed me your tears they are delicious!*

Doctor visits….💉💊😕
*photo of you sitting on a hospital bed, IV in arm, smiling at lin*

Bad news…..chemo starts next week…

*next week*
Shes stronger then anyone i know….
*photo of you smiling while you have treatment, holding a thumbs up*

My mom is amazing, she is our anchor through this
*photo of you with lins mom, her hand rubbing your back, head on yours*

Damn she looks beautiful…hair or not! 🔥🔥🔥🔥💃💃😘😘😘
*photo of you in the bathroom door frame, no hair smiling*

Sleepy…sleepy sleep
*photo of you asleep on lins lap at the hospital*

So…emergency trip to the hospital…twitter is keeping me from pacing a hole in the floor…

She woke up…bloody nose….like a lot of blood…puking….it was bad…

My life…shes all i need….
*photo of lin holding your hand, IV sticking out,*

*one month later*
So…i’ve been away from you guys…loss needs time to heal…

She was my life…my world….and shes gone…
*photo of your grave stone,*

Through tears…she made this for me…god….i love her
*video of you singing 'everything’s alright’ on your hospital bed*

Until we meet again….wait for me….on the moon….
*photo of you and lin, in front of a background of stars and woods*

anonymous asked:

hi!! could I request a chubby mc who is super insecure about her body being nervous and scared about her first time with the rfa members?

٩(。•́‿•̀。)۶ I understand this one all too well! I’m chubby and I was very worried about my ‘first time’, but don’t worry! If they love/appreciate you, your body shape shouldn’t be a worry!

Note: I’m following common insecurity thoughts people have! And since this is more about her being insecure, I’m not focusing on a Nsfw HC aspect. Though if you want that just tell me and I’ll add it in or make a whole new post for it!

-He was so so excited to be with you, but you were still so scared
-Would he still like you even if you weren’t as skinny as the models pasted all over the city?
-It the girls in his class??
-Worse off, would he even want to have sex with you?
-It was so scary. You constantly questioned if you were good enough for anyone, let alone Yoosung.
-He was so sweet and caring, and you felt like he possibly deserved more than you
-After a month of you two dating, one thing led to another and the two of you were having a rather intense make-out session
-He started sliding his hand under your shirt, and you instantly jerked back in full blown panic
-“M-Mc? Are you okay? Am I moving too fast? I’m so sorry!”
-“Uhm, no. No I just…” You took a calming breath. “Do-Do you really want to see my without my clothes?”
-Yoosung swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. “I do, but only if you’re alright with it. I don’t want to force you into this, Mc…”
-“That’s not it. I mean like…I’m kinda…Fat, Yoosung. I don’t look that good without clothes.”
-He frowned, “You’re not fa-”
-“Yoosung, don’t even try to say that.”
-A bigger frown, and he made you look him in the eye.
-“You are beautiful to me. I don’t care what size you are, mc, okay? I love you. I love you even if you’re not- God, please don’t feel so bad about yourself. I can’t even see anything wrong with you.”
-You scoffed out of reflex, but he ended up pulling you into a hug
-“I love you so much, mc. We don’t have to go any further, not until you’re ready to, but please don’t talk so badly of yourself.”
-You felt stupid for tearing up, but you hugged him back, nodding against his shoulder.
-In the future, the next time you two managed to get that far, you bit your tongue about the negative comments you had about yourself and let yourself believe the praise he was giving you
-It was just going to take time to understand that he really did love every bit of you

-You didn’t feel extremely insecure until you noticed he just wouldn’t sleep with you
-Not the sexual sense- He wouldn’t even lay in the same bed as you
-The first few times you let it slide. I mean, you hardly knew him at that point
-But now you were practically living at his house, barely going back to your own, and each day together was perfect except he wouldn’t share the same bed with you.
-Were you too big for it? Was he just not attracted to you anymore?
-Back then he had made reasonable excuses, but now those same excuses were just repetitive and felt like him copping out from telling you how he did feel about you.
-So today you sat on the couch with him, thinking about this. How he wouldn’t share the bed, how he wouldn’t even cuddle with you.
-This meant sex was a no go as well
-God, he probably didn’t want to do anything with you did he?
-You started tearing up from the sudden rush of weird guilt and anxiety, quickly trying to wipe them away
-“Mc? Dear? What’s wrong?”
-He cupped your face and turned you towards him, frowning with worry as he studied your features
-“Are you in pain?”
-“No, no. I’m fine. It’s fine.” You pushed his hand away, trying to change the subject. “What’s the plan for today?”
-“Figuring out why you’re crying. Obviously you’re not alright.”
-He wasn’t going to let it go, was he? You sighed, still refusing to look at him while you finally let out your worries.
-“You…Don’t want to sleep with me because I’m too big, right? Can’t you just tell me instead of lying?”
-“Don’t be rid-”
-“No, don’t push it away like that!” You covered your face. “Am I really that disgusting? That you can’t even lay in the same bed with me? How is this relationship going to work? What about cuddling, or sex, or anything?”
-He refused to listen to you anymore. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.
-“I have never, ever, lied to you, Mc. I don’t plan to, either. You are not disgusting, you are beautiful and radiant to me,” He slipped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t realize this was hurting you so badly. I just wanted you to feel safe. Tonight we’ll sleep in the same bed, alright?”
-He kissed your head as he slowly rubbed your back, trying to calm you down as you starting crying into his chest. “I love you, Mc. I love you.”

-Zen was constantly praising you, calling you his princess and kissing your cheeks
-But that was as far as it ever went
-And to top it off, he did that with some of his fans as well. Well….Not the kissing part, but still.
-Sometimes you tried flirting with him to push things further, or to have the make-out session get a little too heavy, but he’d end it quickly and suggest you go home for the night
-Hell, you hadn’t even been able to stay a full night without him panicking.
-You didn’t know why. He put it under the guise of him wanting to be a gentlemen, or not being able to control himself, but the fact that he was almost as sweet to his fans made you worry
-Especially since most of his fans were far, far, prettier than you. And skinnier. And..Just better than you in general.
-Tonight you had managed to stay pretty late, around eleven, and he hadn’t say anything yet. More than likely he hadn’t noticed, as the too of you loosely cuddled while watching a movie. He seemed pretty engrossed in it.
-Alright. Tonight you were going to stay the night! Or at least try to…
-As the credits rolled, you watched Zen yawn and glance at the clock
-“Whoa! It’s almost midnight!”
-“Yeah,” You hummed, “Do you think I could stay the night tonight? My place is kinda far off…”
-He blushed and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck
-“Uhm….. I mean…I gotta get up early. You’d be able to sleep more at your place.”
-“I don’t mind getting up early.”
-“Mc…I don’t think it’s a good idea, sorry.”
-You crossed your arms and let out an annoyed sigh. “Right, of course.”
-There was an awkward silence before he spoke up a bit, “I’m just busy and-”
-You stood up and grabbed your purse, looking for your jacket. “Yeah, it’s not like you make more time for your fans rather than your girlfriend. But then again, they look way better than me, huh?”
-“Whoa, what?” He quickly jumped up, rushing over to you, “Where did you get that idea?”
-“I-I don’t know! I mean they are! It’s just. Fact, not an idea.” You jerked on your jacket, already feeling gross for being so crabby
-“Hey, hey hey, no, come here, please?” He lightly grabbed your wrists, getting you to stand still for a moment while you looked away. “I didn’t know this made you so upset. Let’s talk about this real quick, okay? Then if you want you can leave. Okay? Please?”
-After a moment, you nodded an agreement, letting him pull you back to the couch.
-“Mc, are you really upset with me for talking to fans?”
-“I mean,” you huffed a bit, trying to think of the right words. “I mean. You don’t…Really treat me any different than them…”
-“I don’t?”
-Aaaaaaaa, you were fucking this up big time. Tears started up out of frustration. “I’m not pretty or skinny like them. Is that why it’s hard to kiss me? Or cuddle? Am I just not-”
-“Whoa whoa, stop right there.” He made you look at him this time. “That’s not the reason at all, okay? I just don’t want to force you into anything. I want you to know I love you for you, and not for uhm,” He blushed a bit, “Things we could uh, do in bed. Okay? I was just taking it slow.”
-“It’s not because of how-”
-He kissed your forehead. “No, and it would never be. I’m just trying to be a gentlemen. It’s been a while and I don’t want to fuck something up with the most beautiful woman in the world.”
-You scoffed, but you let a small smile show through. “You’re not just saying that?”
-“No. Here, forget what I said about not staying over. We’ve been dating for over a month now, right? If you’re okay with it, then we can.”
-You nodded, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “I love you, Mc. Don’t think otherwise, okay?”

-Seven could be…Pretty handsy at times.
-Mainly in a cuddling sense, and while he seemed overall head-over heels with you, you still were scared.
-You guys hadn’t gotten far yet, but the tension was pretty easy to tell that you both wanted to.
-But something was holding him back, and how you felt about yourself was holding you back.
-The two of you were cuddling on his bed, and you were quietly thankful he remembered to washed the sheets free of chip crumbs before you came over. He was cuddling you as the big spoon, sometimes breaking the silence to try and tickle you or just mutter something to you.
-After a while, you rolled over to face him, and the nerd meowed at you. Jesus Christ.
-You laughed at him, and he just held you tighter.
-“Don’t laaaugh, I love cuddling yooou!”
-“Nerd.” you laughed.
-The two of you settled down, him even closing his eyes and relaxing. You really wanted to kiss him, but the two of you were in his bed…
-“Hey, Seven? Can I ask you something?”
-“What’s…Holding us back?”
-He cracked an eye open, frowning a bit. “From what?”
-“From, Uhm… Going all the way.”
-Ack, his face nearly turned completely red. “Uhm, well, I uh-” He stammered a bit, scooting away from you a bit. “S-some things!”
-“L-Like, Uhm. Well…” he trailed off, looking away awkwardly. He didn’t say anything for a bit, so you finally asked what you thought the reason may be
-“Is…Is it because of how I look?”
-“What??” He finally looked at you, surprised. “No, what? Why is that an issue??”
-“I mean,” You gestured down to your body. Before you went on, he pulled you close. He even wrapped his legs around you.
-“No! No, that’s not it, okay? I promise, I’m just… Worried I wont, uhm, be…Good…”
-You nuzzled into him and cuddled with him for a few seconds.
-“Even though I’m bi-”
-“Mc, have you seen my stomach?” He chuckled, kissing your head. “No, I love you. I love how you look! You’re so nice to cuddle and kiss. And you’re super sweet and laugh at my jokes. You’re perfect, Mc.”
-Aaaaaaaa, you couldn’t help it, you started tearing up a bit.
“You’re perfect too, Saeyoung, okay? Don’t stress too much about when we do it.”

I hope this is alright, and sorry but I couldn’t think of a good scenario for Jaehee ATM, nothing story based like the others. I’m 100℅ sure she’d love you not matter what.

Requests are open!

You can be just the way you are.
You don’t need to change anything.
Say what you want to say
Do what you want to do
Just be smiling by my side.
Marry me.

Finally got to watch episode 4 dubbed and jesus christ can we just talk about the perfect voice acting during Nanaba’s death?? My jaw literally dropped. And Historia screaming “YMIR!” after she jumped off the tower actually made me tear up it was incredible. My god, Bryn Apprill and Elizabeth Maxwell are perfect as Historia and Ymir.

Encouragement // Mark Tuan

Originally posted by markjin

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre: Fluff, best-friend Mark

Summary; You’re Mark’s best friend - and you’re always encouraging him every single day to reach to the sky to achieve all of his dreams.

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dana watches lucifer (2x13)

let’s do this i’m prepared for death

  • pls don’t make me look at chloe bleeding again
  • i’m already hyperventilating
  • “who dies first, dana or chloe” <– my dad
  • this scene is so beautiful and sad and oh my god i can’t be actually like comprehensible rn
  • i love her so much i would die for her
  • “just make out already and get it over with” GOD ME
  • amenadiel get OUT THEY’RE BUSY
  • oh he was invited
  • OH GOD “RIP YOUR SPINE OUT AND BEAT YOU TO DEATH WITH IT” wow he loves her that much i’m not surprised
  • i also love amenadiel though
  • “don’t you dare compare our situations” this scene is so intense i love it so much
  • “well my heart bleeds for you” i love lucifer
  • “then you can’t help her” HE LOOKS DEVASTATED I’M SO SCARED 
  • honestly, me as a prisoner
  • i literally don’t even remember him is this the guy freaked out
  • I LOVE CHLOE “that doesn’t really work for me”
  • it IS that guy
  • “you didn’t hurt him, did you” “physically no as a i promised” “too bad”
  • OH GOD
  • okay i want a fic of lucifer bringing chloe to the hospital i want that
  • dan can you and lucifer like - um - like - switch places
  • oh thank god he left
  • “you look heaven sent” THAT HAS LIKE 3000 LAYERS TO IT
  • maze hasn’t been here yet and i am impatient
  • “my wife’s” “ex-wife” “ex-wife” HAHAHA
  • “if she’s anything like my ex i say let her die” THANK YOU FOR PUNCHING HIM IN THE FACE PLEASE
  • “so this isn’t some elaborate game of bloody possum” “of course not” “well in that case” I LOVE THIS SHOW
  • aw that is a sweet motive and i would like him if he wasn’t a dick
  • “really that’s it” i love you luci
  • this guy is a dope
  • charlotte go away i am so mad at you
  • he’s about to cry and so am i 
  • maze is on screen :’)
  • “what do you think” i mean…. she is the most important thinker
  • “celestial planning session” hahaha
  • linda is so short i love it
  • “quite frankly i prefer to uber there”
  • amenadiel pls pick lucifer
  • “this is the craziest plan i’ve ever heard i’m in”
  • “he’s the devil nothing’s really been sensible since i found that out”
  • “now that the party pooper’s gone let’s get started shall we”
  • “the real reason amenadiel stayed” <– my dad
  • “i can’t do this” “neither can i these scrubs are so boxy even i can’t pull them off” um yeah you can maze
  • “you trust me with this” “why not” aw brother bonding
  • i love you ella i love you
  • “you have illegal contacts?” “you don’t?” 
  • “not what i thought i would be doing today”
  • “WHY AM I DOING THIS AGAIN” i love linda so much
  • painkillers - a flask i love it
  • trixie my love
  • “like a guardian angel” 
  • honestly amenadiel + kids is so cute i want more
  • “there might be bad ppl in the world, but you know what? there’s a lot more good in it”
  • “like you?” “i’m trying to be good” “i think ur good” this made me tear up i- what is this show it’s so important to me
  • THIS is his torture? wow
  • “it’s like i’m in hell” “there’s no like about it” 
  • “someone who i care about very much” - someone you love, maybe? maybe?????
  • i love seeing devil lucifer
  • “don’t go in there” <– my dad WHY NOT
  • “you know why, is he guilty about anything” OH OH OH OHO OH MY DAD KNOWS THIS STUFF OH GOD 
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • OH GOD
  • “cat burglars? what are you an old-timey desperado” wow ella is great
  • “luci luci luci”
  • linda u would get into heaven
  • “there are things you don’t know about me” 
  • “maze” “oops”
  • amenadiel is standin his ground
  • “ella?” i love THIS
  • “meet ricardo my idiot brother” 
  • YES
  • “i hate you” he says smiling 
  • lucifer i am so sorry baby
  • i am literally shaking
  • “should we just pick up where we left off” YES
  • “we’ll talk later, yeah?” YEAH
  • NO 
  • NO
  • NO
  • MAY????

anonymous asked:

Never feel guilty or shitty for saying no. To ANYTHING! Even if it's WCIFs. You only ever have to do as much as you want to do. No one should expect you do go above and beyond or make you feel bad for not answering their question.

you have no idea how happy and good this made me feel, oh my god. it’s something i’ve really been needing to hear lately and i can’t tell you enough how much i appreciate it. thank you so so so much angel i want to print this out and hang it on my wall and put it in my wallet and make wallpaper out of it 

Cry Baby - Tim Drake x Reader

@comicbat-trash asks: “Helloo! I’m not sure if request are open, but could I get one for Tim Drake? 💕 A scenario when Tim is just waiting for the reader to notice him, but it’s not until he gets hurt No matter how bad his pain is, he can’t stop smiling because the reader finalllyy noticed him 💕 Fluff please? Thank you! 💕”

Warnings: swearing and slight blood

a/n: I hope you enjoy this @comicbat-trash, and if you want or need it rewritten I can do that :)

Tim was sitting on a kitchen stool in the manor, contently watching you dance and sing to your “Home Alone, or with Tim” playlist. His heart leapt the first time you told him about that playlist, he thought that it meant that you were finally noticing him, thinking of him as more than a friend. But alas, no, here you two were, home alone in the manor, and just as friendly as always. He loved you, he knew that much. He had loved you from minute one, and had been wishing for months that you felt the same way. If you did, you showed no signs of it.

Tim had always felt…at home, when he was with you. That was the best way to describe it. He was usually tired, stressed, and anxious, but all of that went away when he was around you. You made him comfortable, and god did he love that. And the thing was that he had tried to show you that so many times, he decided it was his fault that you didn’t notice him, because while he sent little hints out, reading your favorite book, getting you your favorite chocolates, he had never told you directly. ‘Or maybe you worry too much? Maybe she loves you too. You should take it easy.’ a voice of hope rang out in his mind. He quickly dismissed this voice, you didn’t love him back. That was obvious enough.

“Whatcha thinking about Timmers?” You questioned, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator behind him. “Oh uh, nothing. Just thinking about patrol tonight.” He lied, voice raising an octave higher than normal. It was a terrible lie, it really was. “Since when can you see into the future to think about something that hasn’t happened, because I want that power.” You commented, taking a swig of the water in your hand. “Ha ha, very funny Y/N. But I worry about these things y’know? Just thinking of different routes and what I’m likely to encounter. Anyways, did you wanna watch a movie?” Tim rambles, desperately trying to change the subject. “Sure Timmy, sure. What do you want to watch? Your pick.” You offer, smiling as you drag him to the couch.

You two had eventually decided on watching the reboot of Ghostbusters, and while you loved this movie more than half the people in your life, you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, so you passed out after they caught the dragon-like demon ghost at the concert. Tim noticed you had fallen asleep from the unfamiliar silence, usually when watching movies, you either expressed how much you loved them, or made sarcastic comments about the plot and characters. Looking down at you, he realized just how goddamned sunk he was. God, he loved you, and you would never love him back. With that extremely saddening fact in mind, he carried you to your bedroom, laying you down and covering you with blankets, before he set out for patrol.

The blaring of your phone ringing was what woke you up, it was Bruce. “Hey Bruce, what’s up?” You ask, voice groggy and slurred from sleep. “It’s Tim. He got hurt on patrol, and we need your help down in the cave. Hurry!” Bruce urged. That woke you straight the hell up. Because Bruce never panicked unless it was serious. Jumping out of bed, you ran at high speed down to the grandfather clock downstairs. Your hands shook as you adjusted the time, opening the secret entrance to the cave. Running at full speed to the medical section of the cave, your heart dropped when you saw the scene that was there.

Tim laid on the operating table, glass sticking out of his arms and legs, a knife in his abdomen, and what appeared to be a bullet wound in his shoulder. Blood was pouring out of his body faster than it should be. He was groaning and screaming in pain, trying desperately to stay awake. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, this couldn’t be happening, you couldn’t lose the boy you loved. That was right, you loved him, and you finally admitted it to yourself. Looking back, you had for years, you knew you were falling in love with him, and that isn’t what you wanted to do, especially because you thought he didn’t feel the same. So, you pushed down your feelings, and they eventually faded. But now, oh no, now they were back full force and stronger than ever.

“What do you need me to do?” You whimpered, alerting Bruce and Alfred to your presence. “Ah, Miss/Mister Y/N, thank god you’re here. We need you to remove the glass from his wounds, and then stitch them up, while Master Bruce and I try to deal with the knife and the bullet.” Alfred summarizes, oddly calm, like he’s been here before. And he has, with all the boys, death was always on the doorstep and that’s what scared the fuck out of you. Doing as told, you began to take the glass out of Tim’s arms and legs, flinching every time he groaned in pain. After carefully collecting all the glass and placing it on a tray that Alfred had supplied you with, you moved to clean the small wounds, making sure that they wouldn’t get infected. Luckily, Bruce had removed the bullet from his shoulder already, cleaned the wound and wrapped it. Unluckily, Alfred still hadn’t found a way to pull out the knife in Tim’s stomach without him bleeding out in the process.

You had stitched up all the small gouges, when Alfred announced “Master Bruce…please heat this up.” Alfred handed Bruce a rectangular metal object, it looked kind of like a fork without the slits. “Wh-why does he ne-need to heat that u-up?” You stutter, even though deep down you already know the answer. “We have to cauterize the stab wound, if we do not cauterize it, Master Drake will bleed out.” Alfred says, as he lightly grips the handle of the knife that was currently embedded in Tim’s stomach. Oh god, the pain was going to be unbearable, and he was still awake, he would feel it all. More tears spilled from your eyes, and you wiped them with your shirt, seeing as your hands were covered in blood.

Seeing Bruce approaching with the now very hot cauterizing tool, you moved to the head of the table, holding Tim’s head in your hands as you placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’m so sorry baby.” You mutter, as you watch Alfred pull the knife out slowly, then proceed to go in quickly with the burning hot cauterizing tool. All you could process next was screaming, agonizing screaming that you could have sworn would be heard for miles. Knowing the boy you loved was in that much pain killed you inside. The screaming subsided soon, replaced with pained whimpers. Alfred stitched up everything he could, declaring that ultimately the wounds would heal themselves. Bruce carried Tim to a bedroom in the cave, said Tim wasn’t stable enough to not be right near the medical supplies. Both Bruce and Alfred went back into the manor, taking some time to unwind from the very stressful situation everyone was just violently launched in to. But you stayed, you couldn’t leave him.

“I really don’t know why you insist on doing this to me. Making me worry about whether I’m going to get to see you again, whether we’ll have our movie nights and terrible burnt popcorn. Moreover, I don’t know why I let you do this to me. Things like this are why I shoved what I felt for you down into the recesses of my soul. I didn’t wanna love you because one day I just, I know I’m going to lose you, and I can’t deal with that. So, I need you to either stop getting hurt so I don’t have to worry about my historic-lit buddy coming back, or I need to fucking shove my feelings for you even further down. I would prefer the former option, especially after this.” You say, spilling all your pent-up emotions when you think Tim is finally sleeping.

“Yeah, I’d prefer the former too.” Tim mumbles out, smile so bright you swore it could light up all of Gotham. He surprised you and made you immediately worry about him hearing what you said, before you realized what his response was.

“I swear to God, Tim, if you’re fucking with me on this matter, I will open those stab wounds up again.” You joke, laughing through the tears that were running down from your eyes. “You know, I could make a very, very bad pun about the ‘fucking with me’ comment in association to your emotional proclamation, but I won’t.” Tim responds, smile still as wide as ever. “Oh my god, your jokes are getting more dirty every day. Well at least we know you’ll be okay and back to normal in no time.” You chuckle, while gently running a hand through his long black hair. Tim nods lightly in response, still grinning like he just won the lottery.

“Why are you smiling so much? You just got stabbed and shot.” You joke again, still wiping away tears, luckily though they were slowing down a bit.

“I’m smiling because I have you now, you cry baby.” He replies, leaning into your touch when you rest your hand on the side of his face.

“Oh, so I’m a cry baby now?”

“You’re my cry baby now.”

even though I have trouble focusing enough to listen to new stuff I got impatient and downloaded the new Slowdive record (my usual shop had sold them all, and it’s graduation to no thanks to the ones near campus)

it’s super fucking good!!! I knew when those first live videos came out they still had ~that special something~ but GOD I teared up so many times, the last track made me feel isolated as hell like the way Pygmalion did which isn’t a bad thing

okygen  asked:

Open when you are crying please? It's for my best friend I need one for Tuesday if possible. 💕💕


open when you’re crying

oh honey. I love you so much. I really wish I could take away all of the pain. I’ve never seen you cry, so I know that it must be bad if you are. I’ll go beat up whoever made you cry, ok, bud? I love you to pieces and I promise im here for you. if im the reason you’re crying you have full permission to throw a pie in my face. that’s the last thing that I EVER want to do to you. I am so proud to have you in my life and im so lucky to have you. you are God honestly one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. so wipe up those tears, and talk to somebody. I love you so much, and you deserve better than whatever’s making you cry.



anonymous asked:

Hi, I love your writing. When things get tough I tend to gravitate towards your writing. Things have been really rough lately where there are days I have a hard time getting out of bed. My anxiety has been through the roof and I hate it. My s/o and I are also going through a tough time and there seems to be no light at the end of the tunnel for us. And I don't know why I just told you all of that.. I'm sorry. I'm so glad Bad Seed Rising can be an escape route for me. Thank you.

Hello there sweet.

God this actually made me tear up. 

I can totally relate on the anxiety side of things, I used to get multiple panic attacks a day when it was at it’s peak. Thankfully I’m able to manage it now, but it still catches me out sometimes.

Me and my ex went through a horrible time because of my anxiety, in the end it wasn’t what broke us up, but looking back what we had wasn’t healthy.

I’m a firm believer in everything happens for a reason. If it’s meant to be for you and your s/o then you will work through this, it may not be easy but if you want it to work, then you’ll make it work. If not…then it wasn’t meant to be and as heartbreakingly painful as break ups are, you truly have to believe it’s for the best.

Don’t ever apologise for how you feel, I’m glad you feel you could tell me. 

If anything else is ever bothering you, or you just want to talk things through, I am here. 

I’m so overwhelmed with happiness that you feel that my little fic can be used for an outlet for you. Thank you so so much. 

Keep smiling beautiful.

Thoughts on Daddyofive events

So I read a bit about the news of some parents cruely pranking their children and how they just lost custody(thank god) of the youngest two. Curious as to WHAT kind of god awful things that happened on that channel, though its taken down someone made a compilation of some of the worst moments of them picking on Cody.

I honestly feel so bad for him, the way they scream at him constantly and yell at him for things hes not even responsible for made me tear up. I saw so much of myself in this child, from his reactions to his demeanor. You notice with more of the videos he learned to hold his tongue from arguing and not say anything that could jepordize himself. There was one the dad was threatening him to be kicked out of his house for something and Cody trapped himself in the bathroom. I swear it was like dejavu in how i remember having a same argument with my parents. I remember my dad throwing my things in front of me. I remember all the dehumanizing remarks my ex step mom would say right behind my dads trail. I remember trying to tell them I hated them and that what they would say to me was mean and i can clearly still hear her crackle in response. I remember keeping a spare backpack filled with a change of clothes and travel soaps in my closet from ages 9-14 “just in case” the day came where they would cross the line. It was one thing to have been so mentally abused like this, but the fact they broadcasted his pain all over social media for views? Cody may be free for now, but the damage has been done.

I can only pray that these children find peace.

Tick- Part Two: The meeting

Part one

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Originally posted by ohsoswiftly

September 24th- The first Meeting

“Let’s put a smile on that pretty little face of yours.”

You couldn’t help but stare at him. It wasn’t a look of affection or disgust but pure curiosity.

“Hello? i don’t like to be ignored.” the joker smiled, revealing his grilled teeth. “And its not polite to stare.”

You inhaled quietly and looked down at your papers in your arms.

“Uhm..” You shook your head and began walking towards him, “I’m here to ask you a few questions,Sir.”

The joker smirked at you. “Sir? I like that. Good to know i’m in control.”

“Says the man who’s locked up in a straight.” You easily replied, slamming your papers on the metal desk in front of you.

“Yes,Maybe you’re correct. But not for long Honey.” His smirk continued with his eyes looking at you devilishly.

“Look.” You stopped pacing to stand in front of him, your eyes bearing down at him as your body stood above his seated position, “I’m not here to play your games. I’m not your puppet. I’m here to ask you questions even if i have to pull your teeth out by doing so.”

A loud cackle of laughter filled the room, the joker smiled wide as he laughed.

“Wooh. I’m sorry but that just..That was funny, Doll.”

you gritted your teeth. “How so?”

“If you’re pulling my teeth..How can i reply to your questions?”

You growled quietly at his snotty remark. You figured the sooner you finish this work, the better.

“So, Why do you do this?”

The joker’s eyes peered at you, “And what do i do, exactly?”

“Destroy things, Try to kill the best man in Gotham..” You inhaled deeply, “Kill people.”

“Because, Why it’s fun!” The joker grinned.

Your face paled slightly and the joker did not take a liking to it as his grin faded.

“What? You think i’m serious? You think i kill people.. cause havoc because its fun?”

“i don’t know what to believe, Sir.”

he leaned forwards towards you, his mouth parting slowly in a smile.

“Those i kill are bad. Those of lives that i mess up, its for the better. and batman? Hes no saint. Once i’m gone, He will own everything. This city will be his. Thats not for the better.”

“Thats not true..” You shook your head.

Batman had protected Gotham for as long ad you remembered. Why would he ever want to tear it down? It made no sense.

“Everyone paints me as the bad guy. The king of crime. The..Monster of Gotham. I’m not bad, Miss. I just see things differently. I can see people. I know them before they even introduce themselves.”

“Oh,really?” you questioned as the joker nodded.

“Do me.”

“Well..That would be kind of hard because i’m in handcuffs and there’s cameras all around so you’d probably get fired and..”

“No! God! Just..Shut up.” You groaned shaking your head at his childness.

“Okay..You were raised in a nice house with mommy and daddy in the suburbs. maybe out of state. You moved here thinking you had something special. That you would end up on top. You struggled a lot in this place but with your current job, you could actually afford real things for once. Like not ramen noodle every night dinners, which people seem to love, i just don’t understand..Anyways. You’re making it. Your not famous. Haven’t had your ‘big break’ yet but you’re doing okay but..Something’s changed. Something has gotten in the way of it all. something that hurt you. Recently.”

You looked up at the joker and for once you didnt see him as a monster. You seen him as a man. He wasn’t a bad guy in this moment, He was human.

You rose from your seat with a heavy sigh. The things he said made your gut twist and your head spin. This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Was I at least half true?” He smiled up at you.

“I think our interviewing session is done for today. I’ll see you soon, Sir.” You gathered your belongings and started to head out, Your heels clicking behind you.

“I’ll be looking forward to it, Y/n.”

Why? Why would you say that?

A Victuri fan-fic by ArtesVeil

I typed this on my phone, so i apologize for any typos, grammer mistakes, and spelling.
I wrote this while having so many ideas of what would happen to these two after Kubo Sensei left us on that cliff hanger in ep 11.
So enjoy, and thank you for reading.~

“So, after tomorrow. Lets end it.”
He said. He finally said it. But, Yuri didnt understand why the weight on his shoulders was still there. His grip on his phone tightened slightly as he looked at his legs. His eye brows furrowed when he didnt hear Victor say anything, but then he heard the faint sound of a drop of water, hitting the floor. His eyes widened and he quickly looked at Victor. Tears were leaking from his beautiful ice blue eyes, his eyebrows contorted into a look of pain.
“W-what are you saying Yuri? D-don’t y-yo-yo-” Victor couldn’t finnish his sentence as a cry escapes from his throat, and more tears leaked freely  from his eyes. He covered his mouth with one hand, as his shoulders shook from him trying to compose himself. His eyes were filled with horror at what Yuri said.
Yuri on the other hand couldn’t believe what is currently happening, he hadn’t anticipated Victor would cry, especially tears of a broken heart. He Wondered why the russian man reacted this way, shouldn’t he be happy he can just forget Yuri, and go back to what he loves doing? Victor was hunched over now, his body shaking violently. Yuri snapped out of his internal thoughts and crouched down on the ground in front of Victor, anxiety of that he fucked everything up filled his soul, and now Victor hated him.
“V-victor! Wha-whats wrong? Aren’t you happy?”
“Happy?”, Victor asked, a dumbfounded look was plastered on his face, tears still escaping from his eyes, “Why would I be happy about you leaving me?!” Victors composure was awol as he felt the burst of emotions building up inside him. Confusion, anger, anxiety, sadness, every negative emotion out there, Victor was feeling it. He didn’t understand why Yuri would say that, he thought Yuri was happy with him, he knew for a fact he was with Yuri. The japanese showed him there’s more to life then skating. That there are more things out there that can bring him joy and happiness, and Yuri showed​ him what love is, and how it felt to love someone dear. But Yuri was saying he wanted to end it between them. He couldn’t take it. His heart felt like it was shattered into pieces, he didn’t like this. Not one bit, it hurt too much, his chest felt tight, like a boulder was just dropped on him, and now its crushing his chest, slowly and painfully.
Yuris eyes widened, and he felt a wave of dread hit him hard. His hands shook at the realization of what he said. He quickly embraced the russian, holding him firmly on his chest. It hurt him seeing Victor breaking down like this, he felt the need to protect him from anything that would hurt him. But, he just hurt him. The man that he cares for, no, loves more then life itself. He caused Victor to feel like this. He pulled Victor closer to him, and held his head close to his, and spoke, “I-I didn’t mean it like that, Victor!”, His voice shook, he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“I-I thought that… That…..” he couldn’t find the words.
“Thought what? That I didn’t care for you?” Victor said, voice raw from him holding in his cries.
“That I just gave up my career for nothing? That I just showed up at your home, to just coach you, then leave without a word? Did anything we’ve been through fot the past eight months mean nothing to you?!” He was yelling now, he cant stop now, nothing can stop him now, he needed to get this out.
“I decided to coach you, not only because i actually saw potential in you. Its also because i wanted to get to know you! I wanted to know everything about the man who showed me how it felt to love someone! I have never felt this way about anyone before!” Victor ranted.
“But, I saw how you looked at the other skaters,” Yuri tried to explain, “you looked like you wanted to go back to skate, and compete against them.” Holding onto Victor tighter then before. Victors body bolted strait up, and he gripped Yuri’s head in his hands.
“I wasn’t thinking about that!”, he yelled, “I was admiring how far they’ve come, and how much they’ve improved. I’ve been skating since I was young, a child. I didn’t have any friends growing up, skating was all I had, then I became the worlds top skater, winning five GPF’s in a row without fail. And the need to find ways to surprise the audience was holding me back from truly enjoying skating.” Victor paused, his head hang low, his voice was horse from all the yelling and crying that had just transpired.
“But when I first met you at that banquet a year ago. You filled me with joy, happiness. A need for more. You showed me what it felt to let lose, to let it all out and embrace ones self. You became the first person I truly had an interest in.” his voice is heavy, tired, and Yuri is just dumbfounded at what hes hearing. Victor is pouring his heart out to him, telling him what Yuri had done for him a year ago, and now he couldn’t speak, or reply, he just listened.
“And now that we got to know each other, after everything we’ve been through, you’ve made me so happy, you’ve given me true happiness. You gave me a reason to smile genuinely for once in my life…”
“Oh my god.” was the only thing that came from Yuris mouth. His eyes were tearing up. He messed up. He messed up so bad. His hands slowly lifted up and grasped Victors head, using his thumb to wipe away some of the tears.
“Victor… Oh god… Im so sorry…. I thought…. I thought as soon as the competition was over, you’d go back to russia. I had no idea…. Oh god I’m horrible. Im so sorry Victor!” Yuri was crying now, he felt immense guilt for doubting Victor like this, for making the love of his life cry, for breaking his heart at his own stupidity.
“Im such an idiot. I don’t deserve you.” Yuri croaked. Victors eyes narrowed, and he pulled Yuri into a hug.
“Of course you do Yuri.” pain was laced in his voice, he still couldn’t believe that Yuri still doubted him, he just hopped that it wad clear now that he isn’t going anywhere.
“What should I do? I need to make this up to you, I cant let this stay like this, I-”
“Yuri.” Victor spoke, shutting the other man up, “You don’t have to do anything. Just stay close to me.” Yuris eyes widened, and he grasped onto Victor like he would disappear if he did. Victor did the same, letting a few tears fall.
“Im so sorry Victor.” Yuri croaked again, “I’m never leaving you, I promise​.” Victor smiled into Yuris neck, inhaling the calm scent of the japanese.

The weight from both of their shoulders, had finally been lifted.