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

“OH MY GOD THAT HURTS SO FUCKING BAD” he howled out

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

“I WAS ATTACKED!?!? GET THIS SHIT OFF ME!”

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

“YOU ARE SADISTIC”

“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

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY YOU’RE RIGHT ENTIRELY MY FAULT. PLEASE SWEET MERCIFUL CHRIST LET GO!”

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

“I COULD HAVE DIED YOU PSYCHO”

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!”

“No!”

“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.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, THIEF”

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”

“THE CHOCOLATE BAR TOO!”

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

‘ThinkThinkThinkThinkThink!’

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. 
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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

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Summary: Peter Parker is your kind, loving boyfriend of 2 years, who also just happens to be the web slinger, Spider-Man. And even though you support what he’s doing, you can’t seem to escape the thought that Peter is getting lost in this new superhero world.

Word Count: 1075

Warnings: Language

A/N: (Written in reader’s POV; italics indicate inner monologue/thoughts.) Apologies in advance for all the feels you may endure during this part :// only 1 chapter left!! [tags are now closed for this fic]

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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!


Yoosung
-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
-Right?
-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

Jumin
-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
-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
-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?”
-“Hmmm?”
-“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!”
-“Like?”
-“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!

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“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.   

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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Injured Football Player Ch 6

Summary: After the fight with Bucky, the reader retreats to her family’s ranch and reaches out to her older cousin, Wanda. 

Word Count: 1192

A/N: I hit y’all with a lot of angst on the last chapter, and this one has a little less angst, but still angst! Don’t worry, the fluff is making a return, I promise! If y’all want to be added to the tag list, just ask! Enjoy!!

(Chapter 5)


 You ended up driving to the ranch. You called your cousin, Wanda telling her what happened.

 “I’ll go get you some stuff, and be out there. Is there anything specific you need?” Wanda asked.

 “Just my laptop and my chargers. I need to do work out here,” you wiped your face.

 “Are you sure that you want to be working?”

 “I need to keep my mind off everything.”

 “Okay, sweetheart. I’m heading to the house right now. I’ll be at the ranch in two hours.”

 “Thanks, Wand. Oh! Don’t tell James where I am.”

 “I wont.”


 Bucky had called your phone for the 30th time. He sighed and hung up. He heard the garage door open and close. He jumped up, “Y/N?” He saw that it was Wanda; he ran up to her, “Where is she? Is she okay?”

 “She is fine,” she walked past him and up to your closet.

 “Wanda, where is Y/N? I need to talk to her, she isn’t answering my phone calls,” Bucky followed her up the stairs.

 “Barnes, you are lucky I don’t kick your ass for what you did to, Y/N,” she whipped around and looked at him, “How could you do that to her? After everything she has done for you, you treat her like that?”

 Bucky ran his hand through his hair, “God, I know. Wanda, I have to talk to her, please, just tell me where she is,” he had tear filled eyes.

 Wanda felt so bad for him. He obviously wanted to make things right with you, but she made you a promise, “Bucky, I promise her I wouldn’t say anything. But I will tell her what you said.”

 Bucky sat on the bed with his face in his hand. Wanda was walking out of the room when she stopped and walked over to him, “I will talk to her, okay?”

 He nodded and sniffled, “Thank you, Wand. Tell her I love her?”

 She smiled, “Of course I will.”


 Two hours later, Wanda pulled up to the front of the ranch. She walked in, expecting to find you curled up on the couch, but instead you were in the kitchen cooking.

 "Y/N, what the hell are you doing?“ she asked as she set the stuff down.

 "Baking cookies. Then I was thinking a pound cake,” you were wiping your hands on a towel.

 "Hey,“ she turned you around, “kid, stop.”

 You looked at her and started to cry, “Wanda, I don’t know what to do!”

 She hugged you tight, “Shh, it is gonna be okay.”

 "I just got so mad at him, and I threw my engagement ring at him. I have never taken it off since he gave it to me. And I just threw it like it meant nothing to me. And he didn’t even seem to care that I did. Like he was happy I actually left,“ you cried on your cousin’s shoulder.

 She pulled away, and looked at you, "Y/N, he is an absolute mess. He looks terrible. When I walked in he came running because he thought it was you. He begged me to tell him where you were.”

 "You didn’t tell him did you?“ The last thing you wanted was Bucky showing up here.

 Wanda shook her head, "No, I didn’t. But I told him I would talk to you,” she led you into the living room, “Y/N, he messed up, and he knows it. He loves you more than anything in this world! And when you left, he realized what he had said.”

 You sighed and leaned back on the couch. You pinched the bridge of your nose to try and keep from crying.

 Wanda grabbed your hand, “Babe, he was upset about his arm. You know he didn’t mean those things about you and your relationship. The two of you are literally the perfect couple! Come on, just call him and hear him out.”

 "Wanda,“ you shook your head.

 "He is lost without you,” she handed you your phone, “Call him.”

 You sighed and took the phone. You were nervous to call Bucky. What if he was mad that you haven’t answered any of this calls or texts? Or that you threw you insanely gorgeous engagement that Bucky designed, at him? That you stormed out of the house the two of you bought together when he was drafted?

 You finally hit the call button. It rang twice, “Y/N, baby,” Bucky answered, “I’m so sorry baby, please come home.”

 "James,“ you let out a sigh, "I can’t.”

 "Y/N, please, I am so sorry. Please, tell me what I can do to make this up,“ he sounded like he was crying.

 "James, I think it’s best that we just spend some time apart,” you fought the tears.

 "Baby, please, don’t say that. Y/N, I need you. What can I say? What can I say to get you to come home?“

 "I’m not coming home.”

 "Where are you? I have to see you.“

 You shook your head, "No, James. You and I need time apart.”

 "No, no, time apart isn’t what we need. Can I please just talk to you, Y/N, baby,“ he let out a soft sob.

 You broke down, "I can’t. James, you said that everything was ruined. The things you said were so heartbreaking.”

 "I know! I am so sorry. Please, please, tell me where you are. I have to see you,“ he pleaded.

 "Bye, James,” you hung the phone up.

 Wanda walked back in and sat next to you. You laid your head in her lap and sobbed. She tried to calm you down, but you were completely heartbroken.

 After an hour, Wanda took you to your bedroom and tucked you into bed. When she closed the door, she let out a sigh, “I’ve gotta do something,” she mumbled.

 For the next couple days, she went back and forth with herself, debating wither or not to call him. After another midday melt down, Wanda put you back in your bed, she walked to the other end of the house and pulled out her phone. She dialed the phone number and sighed.

 It rang a couple times then there was an answer, “Wanda, is everything okay?” Bucky sounded panicked, “Is Y/N okay?”

 "We are at the ranch,“ she sighed.

 "I’ll be there in an hour,” Bucky said as he pretty much sprinted out the door to his truck.

 "Barnes, you have to promise you will not tell Y/N I told you we were here!“

 "Wanda, I promise. I just have to see her.”

 "You better make up some sort of bullshit that you wanted to come out here or something!“

 "I will think of something. Thank you, Wanda.”

 "I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for Y/N. She literally just cried herself to sleep. You better make this right, because she is the best thing that has ever happened to you.“

 Bucky let out a sigh. He hated that you were crying, especially being that he was the reason. He speed down to the highway, "I’m on my way right now.”

 "Drive safe,“ Wanda hung up, "I really hope this works.”


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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!*

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

Lin:
Bad news…..chemo starts next week…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wanna know one of the many reasons why I love @markiplier ?

Because he can inspire you SO damn much.

Yeah, he can make you laugh your ass off to tears with his lets plays, skits and other shit, and just generally turn a bad day into an okay one - and God knows I love him for that.

But he can also inspire you. His creativity knows NO bounds, and he KNOWS this. And the way he uses his creativity is awesome. When he played the guitar again beautifully, he reminded me of why I loved the guitar so much and made me aspire to pick it up again. (I’m actually doing well right now, but than again, I have a good teacher XP)

Now with WKM, he’s made me aspire to be THAT good a storyteller. I’ve always wanted to do shit like that. To be able to create characters that people so dearly love where people will actually worry over them to the level Mark makes them. I wish I knew how Mark is THAT good at creating stories, but in all honesty - I feel like its just a lot of practice over the years. (Still gonna ask if I get the chance 😂)

So now, God KNOWS how I’m going to practice until I’m as good and even better at storytelling and creativity like that than Mark is. Not to one-up the man, no. I’d never. (Jack’s already trying to do that 😂) But to be able to point to him and say “Him. That’s the man who inspired me to be better. To be able to do this.” And I really hope I’ll be able to. So thank you Mark. Thank you for putting so much aspiration in the hearts of many - including my own ❤


(Sorry for the sort of rant. With all that’s going on and all the creative shit I’m seeing, I felt a need for a mini rant, plus I’m feeling really sappy right now XD Though I do what I mean say 😋💛)

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.
So,
Marry me.

anonymous asked:

How would the turtles come out to their family as bi/gay/other? I love your blog and you don't have to answer this, I know your busy ❤

AAAAA I SMILED SO BIG WHEN I READ BI!!! IM SO HAPPY!!:

LEONARDO

Out of all of them, he’s the most calm.

He gathers everyone around to talk to them. He does dance around the subject for a minute, but a stern look from his father has him go straight to the point.

When he comes out and says it, there are differing reactions. None of them are negative, mostly just curiosity, and confusion.

He’s asked questions, and lots of them. He does his best to answer them, through misty eyes. Though it may seem he’s keeping calm, [and he was for the most part] he was relieved, heavily so and that rush of acceptance came in the form of tears.

He feels happy and loved. Being bi is a difficult thing to discover and accept if you’re new to it, so getting the full support of his family helped him fully accept it himself.

RAPHAEL

Oh boy. When Raph gets the inkling of an idea that he might be bi? He’s a train-wreck. Keep in mind, he’s a teenager, and to teenagers, everything is a big deal.

So he hides it. For weeks, for months.

As time went on, it gets harder for him to hide it. He goes rigid when Donnie tries to explain sexualities to Mikey, because of someone they rescued mentioning it.

He leaves the room when something biphobic comes on T.V.

He even stopped hanging around Casey and April because Goddamnit both of them are cute as hell and he couldn’t contain it for more than 5 minutes.

When Splinter finally puts an end to Raph’s suffering, it all comes pouring out. Raph didn’t mean for it to, but Splinter had a way of being able to make people talk So he talked. He ranted, he rambled, and at the end, he had tears in his eyes.

“What if they don’t accept me?”

His insecurities overruled his confidence many a time. So Splinter made up a way for him to calmly come out without making a big fuss. One on one, Raph talked to each of his brothers individually. And it worked. And it wasn’t so bad, even when Mikey asked a cacophony of questions, and even when Leo became confused, they still accepted him.

It was such a relief to Raph, he even started flirting a bit with Casey and April. [And also God bless Donnie for talking to him about his sexuality, it helped a lot]

MIKEY

He’s excited! He’s learning about himself, when he discovers this, the first thing he does is tell Raph. That’s his go-to bro for deep shit like midnight talks [which usually end up him being hit with a shoe, but I digress] and personal discoveries.

He stumbles in, he’s jumping on his toes and gesturing animatedly as he explains his newfound pansexuality to his older brother.

The others come around to listen, that saves him the time of telling everyone. Raph is the first to show his support, with a hand on the shoulder and a big ole’ smile. The others, including Splinter, and April, all give him tons of support.

[For like, an hour he just goes around hugging everyone and telling them more about his sexuality. He’s so excited so they let him.]

DONATELLO

When he first discovered that he was gay, he had trouble with coming to terms with it. This lead to Donnie burying himself in research and definitions of the sexuality. But it didn’t seem to help him, so with no other option, he turned to April.

April and him had always been there for each other when they needed someone to talk to. So he goes to her, they find a comfortably secluded area and she lets him talk.

She listens, and lets Donnie ramble until he has nothing else to say. Once she understands his situation, she talks to him to calm him down, and walks him through the steps.

He has her stand there when he comes out to his family, and she answers any questions he doesn’t want to. After the big ordeal, he realizes he had nothing to worry about, because his family loved him still. He still has to get Mikey to stop making him Tinder profiles.

[Tl;dr: get you a real one like April. A best friend QUEEN]

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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Fanfic: good comments / bad comments

Since it just came up in an ask, I thought I’d share this little list with everyone. These are all super-short comments I have received on some of my stories at some point. All of them instantly made me feel better, so trust me guys: there is no such thing as “too short a comment”:

Oh God no I’m crying 

me @ the joker: die 

Absolutely phenominal!! 

What a fun ride 

CRYING HAPPY TEARS OMG 

Great story!

This was great. 

amazing!!!!!

BRILLIANT

Love this.

AUGH MY HEART 

D: D: D:

KJSFKLDSJFKLDJFS oh Jason…

Fuck yeah Alfred

Yes!

Seriously, every single one of those made me feel happy and fuzzy when I saw them, because that means my stories moved someone enough to give their own input on them. Let me make this clear for everyone: the length of your comment says nothing about its quality. Short comments can be super-good.

The devil is in the content. Here are the only four kinds of comments that I don’t like:

  • flaming, i.e. offensive, insulting, derogatory behavior - will be deleted upon sight
  • non-sense spamming, i.e. ads or completely unrelated nonsense like “my cat just had to go to the vet” (okay, sad for you, but wtf does that have to do with the story?) - will be deleted upon sight
  • shameless self-promotion, i.e. “hi, great story, I wrote a Jay & Dick piece too: [link]” (seriously, if you want me to read it, at least ask politely and don’t feign interest in my stuff just so you can get views; it’s tacky) - will be deleted upon sight
  • genuinely appreciative comment, but also demanding and pushy (basically only reads “y u no update?” between the lines) or completely misinterpreting the way I write the characters/relationships/story (this is how I feel every time I get asked to write quick, superficial H/C with Arkham!Jay, because I consider superficial treatment of PTSD an insult to real-life PTSD survivors; same thing with gratuitous violence/rape/etc.) - will still be posted and receive a “thank you” in reply, but nothing more.

I hope this clears things up a little.

okygen  asked:

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

HI YES I JUST SAW THIS IM SO SORRY I HOPE ITS NOT TOO LATE OH MY GOSH


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.


love,

rachel

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.”

dana watches lucifer (2x13)

let’s do this i’m prepared for death

  • I DON’T NEED THE PREVIOUSLY ON HONESTLY I HAVE BEEN THERE
  • pls don’t make me look at chloe bleeding again
  • HOW DID HE GET HER THE POISON
  • i’m already hyperventilating
  • “who dies first, dana or chloe” <– my dad
  • OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD
  • this scene is so beautiful and sad and oh my god i can’t be actually like comprehensible rn
  • ELLA MY LOVE I LOVE HER SO MUCH
  • i love her so much i would die for her
  • “just make out already and get it over with” GOD ME
  • HIS SMILE BECAUSE HE’S SO HOPEFUL I- WOW
  • OH GOD CHLOE IS SO BLEAK I LVOE HER SO MUCH
  • amenadiel get OUT THEY’RE BUSY
  • oh he was invited
  • OH HE’S ON THE WALL WOW
  • 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 
  • PLS STOP COUGHING CHLOE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THIS EPISODE IS TOO MUCH FOR ME I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY
  • 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
  • SHIT THIS IS SO BADASS
  • “you didn’t hurt him, did you” “physically no as a i promised” “too bad”
  • OH GOD
  • SOMEONE KILL ME PLEASE
  • I HATE THIS SHOW
  • AND MYSELF
  • AND CHLOE
  • AND LUCIEFR
  • AND COMMERCIAL BREAKS
  • 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
  • HOLY SHIT LUCIFER JUST GOES OFF
  • 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 
  • OH GOD SO THIS IS WHY THIS HAPPENS
  • “ALL I NEED TO DO IS DIE” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • maze is on screen :’)
  • LINDAAAAAAA
  • “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
  • YES AMENADIEL BB I LOVE YOU
  • “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”
  • I LOVE THIS SCENE
  • “now that the party pooper’s gone let’s get started shall we”
  • “okay who wants to kill me” MAZE AND AMENADIEL SLOWLY RAISE THEIR HANDS I LOVE IT
  • “the real reason amenadiel stayed” <– my dad
  • OH MY GOD I’M CRYING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL
  • “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
  • “LUCI” I LOVE THAT NICKNAME
  • 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
  • OH GOD I’M GONNA SCREAM
  • LITERALLY KILLS HIMSELF THAT’S SO LUCIFER
  • HE’S REALLY DEAD OH WOW
  • I’M SCARED
  • trixie my love
  • “like a guardian angel” 
  • honestly amenadiel + kids is so cute i want more
  • TRIXIE I’M GONNA CRY
  • THE TWITCH IN AMENADIEL’S JAW
  • “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
  • LUCIFER HURRY OH MY GOD
  • 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
  • OK BRING HIM BACK NOW PLS I’M READY FOR THIS TO END MY HEART IS BEATING
  • WHAT’S HAPPENING
  • WHAT IS THAT ROOM
  • “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
  • I CAN’T DO ANYTHING
  • THIS IS TOO MUCH
  • OH GOD
  • THIS IS TOO MUCH
  • I WNATED HIM TO LOVE HIMSELF BUT NOT LIKE THIS
  • I’M SCREAMING LITERALLY
  • OH GOD PLEASE STOP 
  • “cat burglars? what are you an old-timey desperado” wow ella is great
  • ARE WE GONNA FIND OUT WHAT HE WHISPERED
  • “luci luci luci”
  • oh GOD OH GOD OH GOD WHAT AM I GONNA DO I CAN’T WATCH THIS
  • CHLOEOEEEEE
  • linda u would get into heaven
  • “there are things you don’t know about me” 
  • YES PLEASE SEND CHARLOTTE
  • DAMN MAZE YOU JUST KILLED HER
  • “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
  • TO SAVE THE DETECTIVE AND I NEED TO SAVE HER NOW
  • HE’S NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO GET HER TO GO
  • LUCIFER YOU JUST NEED TO GO OK
  • OH GOD THE MUSIC AND EVERYTHING
  • AMENADIEL DO NOT MOVE
  • LUCIFER WAKE UP
  • MAZE DON’T CRY
  • I JUST THOUGHT OF TOM ELLIS’ INSTAGRAM VIDEO
  • YES HE’S AWAKE PLEASE TELL ME IT WILL WORK OUT OK PLEASE PROMISE ME IT WILL
  • MAZE’S FACE
  • OH THEY SAVED CHARLOTTE TOO YES
  • OH GOD THIS IS GREAT
  • PLEASE BE ABLE TO FIX THIS
  • PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHERE IS DAN AND ELLA
  • OH MY GOD YES OH MY GOD THANK YOU
  • THAT MAKES ONE OF US HAHA 
  • I’M HAPPY
  • I CAN’T TURN CAPS LOCK OFF SORRY
  • “should we just pick up where we left off” YES
  • YES YOU SHOULD
  • “we’ll talk later, yeah?” YEAH
  • WHY DOES HIS FACE LOOK LIKE THAT
  • WHAT IS HAPPENING
  • OH LUCIFER ARE YOU STILL HUNG UP ON THAT STOP
  • SHE’S REAL OK
  • “AT LEAST HE DOESN’T PRETEND TO LOVE ME” OH GOD
  • WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY DONE
  • WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
  • I’M GONNA CRY
  • VOICEMAIL 337 THAT’S SO CUTE 
  • I’M SCARED RIGHT NOW I GENUINELY AM
  • WHAT’S SHE GONNA FIND
  • IS HE GONNA BE DEAD OR SOMETHING
  • IS HE GONNA BE THE DEVIL
  • HE’S GONE OH GOD NO
  • NO 
  • NO
  • NO
  • SHE’S SAYING HIS NAME WITH TEARS IN HER EYES
  • MAY????
  • “I DID THIS” YEAH YOU DID CHARLOTTE
  • OH GOD I’M NOT EVEN ALIVE RIP ME

anonymous asked:

Psssh, all they got right was god still love you, you dont need to find a good man cuz he made you the good man. Like bitches be blind, open a (the) book for chirst sake

“He made you the good man” Anon, I don’t have a religious (spiritual? Eh maybe? But like many of us I’ve had some bad ideals shoved down my throat at times) bone in my body but this made me tear up. Bless you for that.
Little does she know but I DO have a wonderful man and it’s @gothlumberjack and we’re gay as fuck!! So in that way… it was a correct statement lol.

anonymous asked:

yo so your fic from maggie's pov wrecked me. there were 2 parts that made me tear up. the first was maggie saying how even if she never wanted anybody to leave, she also never lets them in (oh boy do i get that). the second was alex telling maggie that she saw her and that she wanted all of it, the good, the bad, everything. god, IT'S JUST SO THEM! i just wanted to say the characterization was on point and i hope you continue to write sanvers bc the way you write them is simply beautiful :)

I’m amazed my fic made you tear up? I really loved writing the little bit about never wanting someone to leave but not being able to let people in… yeah, that was in my outline for a long time, so I’m glad it resonated with you!

There is like a 99.9% chance that I’ll be writing more sanvers in the future. Thanks for this :)