long sleeve lace tops

BABE. She’s looking so gorgeous in this photo! I’m obsessed with the top. It’s so fun. The long arms with the lace up and the scrunch tube top is so cute. I also think this color is flawless. Ruby red! This would look cute with some pants or leggings as it gets colder. 

Don’t forget, this doll makes all sizes, small to 2x, plus any other size you might need!

Long Sleeve Crop Top: Wander and Daze on Etsy, $55, Buy it Here

anonymous asked:

hello!!!! can i request a smut/ fluff (or fluff only if ya don't do smut) where min yoongi's girlfriend is feeling insecure about her body since she is wearing tight clothes (she normally wears loose + her body type is curvyish so larger chest + ass and a bit of tummy chub)& ppl r staring @her (but she thinks its negative) and as yoongi gets jealous and goes down on her she gets super insecure + they do it for the first time with lights on and she doesn't want him to see her stretch marks. TY!!


My Type:

“You look fine love, please stop looking at yourself.” Yoongi called out opening the bathroom door. Jutting out your lower lip you looked over at him, the black lace dress that hugged your frame made you feel self-conscious. You looked into the mirror one more, the lace hugging your arms in a long sheer sleeve. The black dress was in two parts, a darker black part was like a body suit hugging your body, the top layer was lace and long sleeved giving you a modest but sexy look. The dress rose around your neck to resemble something of a choker. Your hair was up in loose curls pinned together in a loose fitted bun with a few end strands falling into your eyes and framing your face. Your makeup was light around your base, the eyeshadow was something light to contrast against your face, and your lips were decorated with a light red lipstick. Yoongi chuckled letting his eyes roam over you starting at your feet. The black pumps you had on always seemed to make your legs stand out, his eyes continued upward looking over your plump thighs, how they pressed together, up towards your plump bottom that he knew looked so good but it was covered up sadly. He took notice of your little tummy that you hated, the main topic of discussion was your weight, but he didn’t understand you were beautiful in every way and he wished you would notice what you mean to him. He wasn’t with you for just your looks, it was your heart, your mind, your sexy aura. He just wanted you to know what you did to him, you were different from many other girls, and there was something about you that he couldn’t find anywhere else. You were his rock whenever he needed to be held down, and he was going to give you up because you couldn’t always see your worth, he was there to make it better and help you out along the way how you did him.

He let a deep chuckle slip past his reddened lips. Looking around he slipped inside of the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your waist as his eyes trailed up to your breast and your face that was staring back at him. The slight hint of the dampness there he pressed a soft kiss against your temple as he smiled at you humming.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful. If I didn’t think so, I would have never encouraged you to get that dress or to come with me today. I want you to be confident okay? You’re my girl, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.” He vowed kissing your left ear as he squeezed you close to him humming.

You were grateful for him, Yoongi had helped you calm down and take deep breaths. He grabbed at your hand making a joke about how you needed to get out before someone came in and caught you. He led you out of the bathroom and down the hallway going back into the restaurant you were both enjoying a date in sitting down with you across the table from him. A lot of people had been staring at you, and you didn’t think it was necessarily a good thing, but in Yoongi’s eyes it was different.

He had seen how those men looked at you, the first thing their eyes went to were your thighs, and then upwards. It infuriated him that you were being stared at like that, and he hated the looks that people gave him afterwards sizing him up and judging him. He bit on his bottom lip trying to keep his anger from spilling out but he would be glad to leave. Of course, you got some glares and looks from other women but he shrugged it off. He didn’t want them, he was never one to judge based on looks. You had been so shy around him and thinking that he wouldn’t fall for you that it drew him in more. He was in love with everything about you from the tiniest baby hair on the top of your head to your biggest toe on your foot. The thought alone made a goofy grin break out on his face as he tilted his head becoming a love-struck kid with a crush.

“What, Min Yoongi?” You asked with a nose wrinkle and a soft smile.

“Did you just call my full name?” He asked you softly, the tone he used made you straighten up as your face heated a few shades, stuttering over your words you tried to explain and Yoongi more than amused he sat back in his seat with that cocky ass smirk crossing his hands together in front of him.

“I. No. See what happened, I just. I wasn’t trying to mean nothing by it. It just sounded really good coming off my tongue.” You fidgeted trying to finish your food as you squirmed lightly in front of him, the dress tickling the middle of your thighs as you wriggled.

“Oh, is that so? Just like when you moan it then huh?” He asked causing you to almost choke on a piece of the fish you had, the smirk that was on his lips became wider as he tucked his lip between his teeth. He blew a kiss at you going back to his food the both of you eating in silence until you were both done.

Yoongi paid for the tab, he gripped at your hand pulling you out of the restaurant and waited for a cab as he held your hand, that is where it seemed to go downhill from there. People passing by gave you looks, and in your mind, everyone that was looking were judging you. Yoongi could tell you had self-doubt and he hated it so much. His anger started to slowly boil over, he could see it too. Some yes, they did judge you but the others, that looked at you with unspeakable thoughts of want. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up with how angry he was becoming. You were his, and you were never going to be anyone else’s because he wasn’t going to let you. Jerking you forward lightly, he pulled you into the cab holding onto you as he looked out of the window barking at the driver where to go. He knew he was acting out, but in the midst of all of this he was annoyed, upset and he wanted to shake sense into you. He was holding himself together, a poised expression covering his burning fire that was inside of him. When you got home he would make sure you knew it, he wouldn’t stop until you knew that you were beautiful, and loved. He was going to make sure you only remembered him and what he could do for you. His mind roamed with endless thoughts of what he could do to you, a tiny smirk ghosting on his lips as he got lost in his thoughts.

Arriving to your place, Yoongi paid for the fair, pulling you gently out of the cab he walked with you towards your apartment since he didn’t want to go back to the dorms today. Knowing the guys would be in, he wanted to make sure no one interrupted his plans with you. Yoongi grabbed at your keys unlocking your door, and you sat there wondering idly why he had been so distance, you knew he had to revolve around you and feeling guilty for not being able to hold yourself up you beat yourself up, escaping to your cruel thoughts that only harmed you and never helped you. Once you were inside, you took off your heels, and Yoongi took off his shoes as well and loosened his tie. You were about to walk past him but Yoongi gripped at your waist pushing you against the wall. His hand on your waist, he leaned close to you, slowly he inched, his breath cascading on your features and fanning your face as he continued to lean close. The world seemed to stop around you two, his eyes fluttered close slowly and his lips met yours causing your own eyes to shut. His lips pressed against yours with want and need. Each searing kiss left you breathless and clinging onto him to get more. His hands moved to trap your body against his. Yoongi could feel something spark inside of him, holding you close like this, feeling your hands come up his broad chest to tangle into his soft black locks. It was driving him on edge. He let his hands go down farther slowly, flicking across your bottom lip for entrance and when you gave it to him he slowly let his tongue enter into your mouth, his tongue roaming your mouth, over the insides of your jaw and the roof of your mouth. His tongue took the time to roam over your tongue and teeth, the kiss becoming sloppy somewhat but neither of you cared. Yoongi sucked on your tongue, pulling the wet muscle into his mouth before he would pull back with a pop smiling down at you. He pulled back to pick you up bridal style knowing that you didn’t like it because you felt you were too heavy for him, when he was stronger than you gave him credit for. You wanted to tell him not to, but when he was in this mode you knew better than to go against his word. Yoongi placed you on your king-sized bed, turning on the light to shine in the darkened room, he walked towards you, helping you sit up so that he could slowly take your dress off as his lips met against yours again in a slow dance. You reached up, trying to find the light switch so that you could turn the light off. Yoongi noticing this stopped your hand and pulled back from you causing you to give a puzzled look.

“But we always do it with the lights off..” You said softly feeling unsure in yourself.

“Not today, I want to see you baby.” Yoongi stated reaching his hand down to comb through your wild locks, with his anger died out he just wanted to treat you like a queen and make you focus on only him.

“I don’t know Yoongi-“ You stated even more nervous and he shushed you humming.

“Either you will, or we won’t have sex at all until you’re ready.” Yoongi stood his ground giving you an ultimatum looking in your eyes. He waited you out staring at you letting you decide what you wanted to do. After some time, you sighed, nodding your head as you gave in.

“Okay..  We can try it.” You said softly. You knew you had so much to lose, in your mind anyways. What if he didn’t like what he saw? What if it repulsed him so much that he stopped? Yoongi didn’t leave you alone with your thoughts too much, he helped you stripped down slowly until you were laying on your back in nothing under him. He gave a soft smile, stepping back he stripped for you as well, creating a puddle of clothes on the floor he crawled on the bed spreading your legs wide. He started at the crook of your neck and going downwards he pressed multiple kisses and hickeys onto your body, marking you as his. Your skin throbbed at the places you were bitten at or sucked on, and he made sure that with every hickey he made you whimper in pleasure. His mouth descended to paint your breast with his love bites and he kissed over your stomach, moving your hands that tried to hide your stretch marks. Yoongi licked over your stretch marks kissing them and letting his fingers brush against him as he nuzzled your stomach trying to be cute. It caused you to laugh and cringe, his whole face lit up seeing you smile even if it cost him his manly imagine. He spread your legs wide, his tongue circling around your heat. He pressed soft kisses against your soaking wet pussy. He let his tongue flick out against your clit, wrapping his lips around it soon after he gave you a few harsh sucks letting his tongue flick up and down around the wet pert bud. His nose inhaled your essence causing his mouth to water more as he focused on getting you off.

He moved to shove his tongue inside of your heat as well, curving it and instantly finding your spot because it had been mapped out in his head. His fingers came up to thrust in and out of you while others brushed against your wet clit, he was stretching you out and getting you ready for him. The sounds of you crying out in pleasure and clutching the sheets above your head for him, made his blood rush south and he was becoming needier for you by the second. His tongue changed paces from quick to slow, building you up and tearing you down until you were a begging mess under you. He pulled back rubbing your clit with two fingers.

“Tell me you’re beautiful.” He stated and you looked at him like he had just offended you, he smirked lazily slowing his fingers down before plunging two inside of you working you up.

“I. Can’t do that.” You struggled to get out between your moans. Yoongi let his fingers scissor you at a relentless pace before he pulled them out and tapped your clit, bringing you down from your high only to plunge his fingers back inside of you.

“Can’t or won’t?” He asked you as he repeated the same thing. You wanted to challenge him and see how long he would keep this up. First the lights now this? You shook your head thinking that if you could angle your hips you would make yourself cum. But Yoongi was smart giving you shallow thrusts and missing your spot completely teasing you and leaving you hanging at the same time.

“OKAY YOONGI! I’m beautiful!” You whined softly not liking the teasing game that he was playing with you.

“Good girl.” You cooed out removing his fingers from your heat. He sucked on his fingers as he moved to get between your legs aligning himself with your entrance. He kissed your lips slowly leaning over you as he sunk into your heat causing a moan to slip from both of your hips.

He held his hips steady letting you adjust to him, and once he felt you had, he started to slowly thrust in and out of you, letting you relish in the feeling of him stretching you. He was thick, and you loved it so much to feel it inside of you. Your hands moved down to grab at his hips and pull him closer, your eyes locking for a time as you took a deep breath. Yoongi leaned down to pepper your face in kisses gently chuckling at how needy you were being. He gripped at your hands with his gently moving them up above your head so that he could pick up the pace starting to slowly slam in and out of you. Your wet pussy wrapped around his walls, the juices sliding down from your slick folds onto his balls and the sheets under you. He shuddered enjoying the pleasure, hips meeting and rocking against one another. Your mind was going blank with just thoughts of him, his name rolling off your tongue as he fucked you slowly against the mattress. His speed picked up, drawing out with you looking so needy under him. He started to slam harshly into you causing the bed to shake as your hips met and touched one another. The sounds of your sex could be heard bouncing off the quiet wall, the room becoming hot as you grinded against each other on the sheets. Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours whispering a soft ‘I love you’ as he looked into your eyes. Freeing one of his hands he reached down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts helping to aid you.

“Yoongi- I’m going to cum.” You breathed out looking at him with water wetting your eyes from how good it felt.

“You know better.” He hissed in a deep voice leaning down to bite your bottom lip.

“Daddy can I please cum? Please daddy!” You begged as you felt your slick walls tightening around him, it wouldn’t be long and you knew it. Yoongi at first didn’t give in and listen to you, slamming his hips against yours pressing against your spot over and over again, but after seeing you convulse under him, he nodded his head burying his face in your neck. With the okay your eyes drifted shut as your hips snapped up to meet his pace, relishing in the feeling of him touching you and being inside of you, in no time you were cumming on his shaft spilling your essence out. Yoongi groaned biting on your soft flesh, giving you a few more pumps before he pulled out to stroke himself off letting it coat the lower part of your stomach. He hummed gently pausing above you to catch his breath.

Once he was calmed down he went to the bathroom to get a warm towel wiping you off with it. He made sure you were clean and put it into the dirty hamper moving to climb back on the bed and hold. Yoongi didn’t have to say much in the silence you knew that he loved you and he cared, so you stayed there in his arms letting him play in your hair until your eyelids were getting heavy and you were falling asleep.

The Best-Friend-of-the-Love-of-His-Life Zone - Peter Parker

Your name: submit What is this?

There were two things I knew with absolute certainty: one being that I were a master at shutting people out and the other being that Peter Parker was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with my best friend, Liz Allen, while I had the biggest crush on him.

Yes, I was in the dreaded best-friend-of-the-love-of-his-life-zone.

I knew the first one because I’ve done it so many times I couldn’t count them on your fingers and toes. It was one of the responsibilities of being a hero, I thought. I wouldn’t ever be able to get close to anybody. It wouldn’t be fair to them. I knew that if I did, I wouldn’t be able to devote my time to them as much as I should be able to. That, and I’d be putting them in danger. It was fine, I thought. I would much rather be alone; it was just much easier that way. I wouldn’t have to worry about anybody and they wouldn’t be able to worry about me.

The only person who I wasn’t able to push away was my best friend Liz, and that was only because she caught me in a strange predicament. I was late for school and I had decided to portal there instead of walk, so I transported myself under the bleachers, something that wasn’t exactly uncommon for me to do. Then, it turned out, Liz was standing right behind the portal. I had no other choice but to tell her.

She was the John Watson to my Sherlock Holmes, except our relationship was completely platonic and I wouldn’t ever let her come with me whenever I fought crime. She just knew about it, but other than that, she wouldn’t do much else with it. Well, she’d exploit me for my adventures and write them as fiction in her blog, but other than that, nothing happened. Maybe she’d ask me to teleport her here and there, but usually in teenage emergencies (like she was late for a date this one time and there was too much traffic to get there).

Now, I was sure of the second fact because whenever I was with Liz, I’d constantly catch Peter Parker and his best friend, Ned, drooling over her.

I didn’t really know the two very well. They liked to stay out of the spotlight, which I understood considering nobody knew of my alter ego, Lynx—they were too busy with Spider-Man (which, by the way, I’m totally not salty about. I could get attention if I wanted to, but I really really didn’t want to). Although, I did find them an interesting duo; they reminded me of Liz and I. It was as if one of them had some big secret and the other… well, the other knew about it, but it didn’t really affect their relationship.

“Y/N?” Liz called, waving her hand in front of my eyes. I blinked at her, and she chuckled. “You may not have laser eyes, but I’m pretty sure you’re going to bore holes into that chair,” she teased.

I rolled my eyes, a smile creeping onto my face. “Sorry.”

“Anyways, I was asking you about you-know-who,” she said, nudging her head to the side.

I rose my eyebrow at her curiously. “You were asking me about Voldemort?”

“No!” Liz facepalmed. “Not Voldemort. Him.” She nudged her head to the side again. I glanced at the direction she was nudging at and saw Peter staring at Liz. I sighed, looking at my friend. “You should talk to him.”

“Me?” I asked incredulously. “It’s you he’s staring at!” I told her, “And before you say anything, I don’t want to be your matchmaker again.”

“Hey! David was only mad because you spilled coffee on him!” Liz laughed.

“Could you blame me? He was a super buff giant.”

“Don’t you beat up super buff giants every night?” She whispered.

Lynx beats up super buff giants every night. Y/N, on the other hand, does not,” I corrected her. Liz laughed before playfully slapping my shoulder.

“Wait, I don’t even want to set him up with me. I was saying that you should talk to him because, as I’ve said many, many times before, he’s looking at you, not me,” Liz told me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Seriously! God, Y/N, you’re practically a genius, but when it comes to boys and love you’re as blind as a bat.”

“I don’t have time for it anyways, Liz, you know that. Besides, I can’t… I can’t put people in danger like that. It wouldn’t be fair—“

“Y/N, if you don’t talk to him, I will personally force you to go to a party the night before a test,” she threatened, making my smile fade.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would,” she grinned. I glared at her and crossed my arms, causing her to sigh. “He likes you, Y/N, I swear.”

“Yeah, well, tough luck.”

“Can’t you be a normal teenage girl for one minute and talk to him?” She asked, pouting her lip and clasping her hands together. I rolled my eyes, showing my disinterest. She groaned. “Hey, Y/N, I have a great idea!” She screamed. I widened my eyes and looked around to see people looking at her.

“Liz—“ I hissed.

“My parents aren’t home tonight and I thought: why not throw a party?!” She yelled.

I scratched the nape of my neck and looked up at her. “Liz, please, there’s no need to—“

“While we’re at it, let’s invite our whole year!”

“Liz, I’ll talk to him if you stop!” I whisper-yelled.

She shrugged. “Sorry, Y/N. Too late.” She stood up and walked away and I let my head drop down as the bell rang.

I was fully aware that if I really didn’t want to go, I wouldn’t have to, but knowing Liz, she’d find a way to get me there whether I wanted to be or not. Plus, if I didn’t go, the way she’d get me there would be much more embarrassing. I may be a superhero, but I was not immune to embarrassment.


Come the party, I was pretty much stuck in the kitchen while everybody danced and conversed in the common room. My suit was upstairs in Liz’s room, just in case I’d need to leave in a rush. At the moment, I wore a black skater skirt that stopped around the middle of my thighs. I wore a black crop top under an asymmetrical long-sleeved white lace overlay jumper-thing. I wasn’t particularly interested in fashion, so it wasn’t like I knew what every piece of clothing was called. Anyways, this outfit wasn’t exactly my style, considering Liz had chosen it for me claiming that “Peter Parker would totally drool over you.” In fact, this whole party wasn’t exactly my style because, according to Liz, “Peter Parker would/will/is totally drool/ing over you.”

I opened one of her cupboards and took out a bag of chips. I glanced at my phone, refreshing the news, praying that I’d have some valid excuse to go out.

“You okay?” I heard a familiar voice ask, making me stiffen.

“Yep!” I answered as cheerfully and normally as I could. “How about you?”

“Yeah. I’m fine,” the brunet answered, scratching the nape of his neck. “So, what are you doing in here and not out there?” He gestured to the common room.

I shrugged and told him, “Parties aren’t my thing.”

“You go to every single one?” He wondered aloud.

“Because of a certain person,” I chuckled. He smiled at me. “So, Peter, I take it parties aren’t exactly your thing either?” He shook his head sheepishly, making me smile.

“What gave it away?”

“The kitchen is usually the get-me-away-from-the-dancing-aliens zone, as I like to call it,” I chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure we’d be the aliens in the situation because there are way more people out there than in here,” Peter laughed. I nodded.

“Yeah, well, I find them a lot stranger,” I chuckled. “So, they’re aliens to me.” Our eyes locked for a moment. Peter opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of sirens. We both looked away, alarm and urgency in our eyes. I was the one who looked back first, and I saw that he had the same look that I imagined I had. I rose my eyebrow at him. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?” He looked back at me. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. I’ve… I’ve gotta go,” he told me absent-mindedly before leaving. I squinted my eyes at him as he left before taking my phone and texting Liz and telling her I had to go. I ran upstairs, suited up, and teleported out after finding what was happening on the news.


Spiderman’s Partner?!

Meet Lynx: Spiderman’s New Friend

Those were two of today’s headlines, and all of them followed the same kind of idea. After I had left the partner and began to help the people in the bank robbery, Spiderman had come in and joined me. We began to tag-team, fighting like it was a dance we had done often, even if it wasn’t. We didn’t ask questions until everything had been resolved.

“Who are you?” He had asked me. I smiled at him.

“See you around, Spidey,” I had replied, smirking before portal-ing out.

Now, it was lunch period on Friday and I held onto my pencil with both my hands before snapping it in half, thinking about the headlines again. The sound of the pencil snapping surprised Liz, who sat next to me.

“Jesus, Y/N, what are you so mad about?” She asked.

I groaned, rolling my eyes. “They talk about me like I only exist because of that Spider-Man,” I complained quietly. “Which Lynx does not! I mean, she exists as a separate entity, so why couldn’t they talk about her like a separate person? Does she have to be linked to Spider-Man?”

Liz giggled at my frustration. “Y/N,” she began, “To them, you do only exist because of Spider-Man. I mean, the only time they’ve seen you is with the dude, so could you blame them?”

“It was one time! There are, like, a bajillion other times where I haven’t been with him!”

“But it’s the first time they’ve ever seen you,” she reminded, calmly. I pouted, knowing she was right.

“Yeah, but still,” I whimpered. Liz laughed at my antics. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s super funny,” she disagreed, a smile on her face. She nudged me, making me smile just a little bit.

“Okay, okay, now, to the important part. What am I going to do?! Now the press knows I exist!”

“Well, there’s nothing you can do. Unless you want to stop for a while and keep a low profile,” she suggested, knowing I’d never do that.

“In your dreams,” I scoffed. She shrugged. “The cops are going to be after me with bloodhounds.”

“What’s your point?” Liz laughed, “Dude, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you could teleport.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t just teleport, do I?” I asked, “They could chain me to some place and I’d be able to open a portal, but I wouldn’t be able to get through it,” I told her. I sighed in exasperation. I saw her look away from me and wave at someone with a grin on her face. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked who she was waving at. I looked at her, partially stunned and amused. “Dude, really? Ned? I mean, I don’t have anything against the guy. That’s great and all, but it’s just unexpected.”

“Shut up!” Liz blushed, nudging me. “I don’t have a crush on him. We’re just discussing some stuff.”

“Like where your next date’s gonna be?” I teased, making her slap my arm. I laughed.

“Shut up!” She scolded. I put my hands up in surrender.

“Hey! I’m just saying that if there’s a wedding, I fully expect to be maid of honour,” I continued. She groaned and stood up. “Hey! I’m being nice. I ship it!”

“There’s nothing to ship, Y/N!”

“There’s plenty!” I told her.

“Uh-huh. Like you and Parker?” Liz teased. I groaned.

“Shut up,” I covered my face.

“Or is it Lynx and Spidey?”

Right, there were videos. I forgot about that.

“Hey, if you’re going to ship me with someone, you gotta pick one,” I told her.

“As you keep reminding me, I don’t because you and Lynx are different people. Isn’t that right?” She asked me. I rolled my eyes. “Anyways, just because you’ve got a crush on Spidey, doesn’t mean you have to put your wedding plans on me!” She chimed, announcing it as loudly as she could.

My eyes widened as I paled. “Liz Allen!” I squeaked out before looking around. I saw Peter look at me as Ned stood up and walked to follow Liz. I looked away, sighing and wishing I could shrink and disappear, but alas, my power was opening portals, not disappearing.


Come the night, I sat on a rooftop of one of the many buildings of New York City. I had a bag of sandwiches and water bottles with me in case I got hungry or thirsty. This, I decided, was the HQ of the night.

“Hey, it’s you,” a familiar voice exclaimed, surprised. I turned and looked at the masked hero known as Spider-Man and looked away again to look at the city skyline.

“It’s me,” I muttered. I took a sandwich from my canvas bag and held it up. “Sandwich?” I offered. The hero sat next to me and took the sandwich in his hand and paused. “What?” I asked.

“How am I supposed to eat this?” He asked, beginning to laugh.

“Well, Spidey, you open your mouth—“ I began, but he cut me off.

“You know what I mean!” He nudged me. I laughed, looking at him.

“See, this is why I like half-masks,” I chuckled, gesturing to my mask. “Plus, makes me feel fancy; like I’m at some sort of masquerade every night,” I added. Spidey chuckled.

“Aren’t you worried someone might recognise you though?”

“What? Like, by the way I smile? Please, nobody would ever know the way I smile and be able to match it to the way I smile as… well… not Lynx,” I told him. “Nobody would notice the way I smile. Nobody looks at me like that.”

“No?” He asked.


“Do you want anybody to?” He asked. I paused, not knowing how to answer the question at first. Did I want someone to look at me like that?

“It depends.”

“On the base of the word. If they were safe and all that… would you want someone to?”

“Part of me says no because it wouldn’t be practical,” I answered honestly. “It’s easier to be alone; I’m used to it.”

“But?” He urged on. I glanced at him.

“But… but… yeah… I think that a lot of people want that, and I do too. I mean, to be looked at like you’re the whole world? Hell yeah. I’d love that, if it were done by the right person at the right time…” My heart fluttered, and for a moment I felt like I’d cry just because of how much I wanted it.

I never realised how much I actually wanted to be loved until that question.

“It’s easier to be alone though,” I shrugged. “Safer too. For me and for them…” Spidey nodded. “How about you?”

“If they were safe? Yeah… I wish I could mean that much to somebody,” he muttered. We were silent for a few moments before I broke the silence.

“Hold on,” I told him before I left, went to my room, took a pen and paper, and came back. I wrote my number on it and gave it to him. “Call me. You know, if you ever need help or need somebody to talk to or feel like you need somebody. We can’t… maybe we can’t fall in love, but we can still mean something to people, right? Besides, we’re both heroes, right? So, we’re as safe as we could be. Plus, on a business standpoint, we could tell people when we’re busy. Like… take shifts watching over Queens or something,” I shrugged. Spidey took the piece of paper and looked at it for a moment before looking at me.

“Thanks.” I nodded. “Uh, may I?” He gestured to the pen and paper. I handed it to him and he wrote down his own number and gave it to him. “In case you need somebody too.”

“Thanks, Spidey.”


Come the next day, I was in the small room we call a library after class. It was more like a storage room than a library, if I were telling the truth. Peter came into the library, and I looked up from my book for a moment before looking back down. He grabbed a book and sat at a different table.

“So,” he began after a moment. I looked away from my book. “Why are you here?” He asked.

“Project in Mr. Hudson’s class.”

“Ah,” Peter nodded, looking away awkwardly. I nodded, looking down at my book again.

“How about you?” I asked after a moment.

“The same.” He held up an Ancient Greek book. I nodded. “What topic did you get?” I put up my book, entitled The Book of Death.

“Ancient Egypt.”


“Yep.” I nodded, looking at the book again. Just then, I heard a siren. I stiffened before clearing my throat. “Well, good luck,” I told him, putting my book in the return bin and I walked to the door.

“Yeah,” I heard Peter reply, his voice rather restrained. I turned the door knob and tried opening the door, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no,” I muttered, trying to pull the door again. “Come on, please, please, please open,” I pleaded.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked, clearing his throat.

“The door won’t open. It’s like—“ I paused. I tried opening the door again, managing to open it just a little for a split second before it closed again. “It’s almost like somebody’s on the other side keeping it shut,” I commented. I banged on the door. “Hey! Liz! This isn’t funny! Open up!”

“No can do!” Liz replied. I rose my eyebrow at her.

“Liz!” I screamed. I leaned toward the door. “Liz, please, there are people I need to—“

“Why don’t you just do what you usually do?” She asked.

“Because!” I looked at Peter, who eyed me curiously. I flashed him a smile before looking back at the door. “Because I’m not alone,” I hissed. “Liz, please open the door.”

“Why don’t you ask Spidey to open it,” she told me.

“I… I can’t just…” I looked at Peter before looking at the door. “Liz, I’ve never talked to Spidey in my life!”

“You haven’t?” She asked, feigning shock. “Really?”

“Liz, please, I have to change and go!” I pleaded.

“Change into what?” At this point, I knew exactly what she was doing, but there was no way I was having it.

“My tampon, what do you think?!” I replied sarcastically. “Liz, this is no time for some sort of teen plot, there are bigger issues!”

“Mhm,” I heard her hum. I rolled my eyes, knowing I wasn’t going to get anywhere. I whipped out my phone and began to text Spidey, telling him I wouldn’t be able to help with the current situation, wherever it was, after explaining the predicament I was in. I sent it before sitting with my back against the door.

Ding! I heard. I furrowed my eyebrows at the tone and looked at Peter, who looked at his phone before widening his eyes and looking at him.

“What?” I asked. “Do you have an idea about how to open the door—“

You’re Lynx?!” He asked.

I blinked at him before responding with a, “Me? Lynx? Pfft. No. Have you ever seen me in Gym class? I couldn’t fight even if I wanted to,” I lied. “Liz, open the damn door!” I yelled at my friend.

Peter walked to me. “Then how do you explain this?” He asked, holding up his phone and showing it to me. I read my own text and look at Peter.

“You’re Spiderman.”

“Yeah,” he whispered. “And you’re Lynx.” I smiled and him and chuckled.

“Yeah,” I breathed.

“Oh my god!” Ned screamed from the other side of the door. “Just kiss already!”

And so, we did.



One-piece ivory charmeuse having long sleeve lace bodice top over boned corset, the V-neck and narrow lace insert to flaring overskirt edged in wax orange blossoms, over ruched and flared skirt with tapering squared train weighted and backed in alternating bands of lace and self ruffles

First Thanksgiving | Aleister Black

Title: First Thanksgiving

Pairing: Aleister Black/Reader

Summary: “My hands are shaking from holding back from you.” - Dress, Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1,109

Warning: implied sexy times

A/N: This was the second most requested individual for my Thanksgiving fic, and I already had this idea in my head, so I thought: “WHY NOT!?”

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anonymous asked:

hi! can i suggest a prompt? Sana proposing to Yousef. Maybe not like in a super duper romantic way. But simple. I think it would be nice you know sana's turn

Hey :)

Thank you for the prompt and I hope you don’t mind that this is probably not exactly what you had imagined. I hope you still like it and please let me know!


“Sana, are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Elias. How many times do you need to ask? I’ve been planning this for weeks, Mamma and Babba are not home for a few days and I am really sure, so there’s not a better time.”, Sana answers her brother’s, what she feels like, thousandth time asking the same question.

She’s standing in the kitchen and internally freaking out. Elias is leaning on the table behind her and in theory should be giving her moral support but all he has done so far is ramble on about stuff that is of no relevance for this particular day. 

Noora, Eva, Chris, Vilde and Jamilla just left. They had helped Sana to prepare some of the food she was making for Yousef and herself for this night. It’s their anniversary. Sana insisted on making all the food on her own but she knows she is not the best cook there is and when her friends offered to help a bit she knew she would be stupid to decline. 

“I need to go now.”, Elias says and Sana quickly turns around. 

She looks at her older brother with her eyes wide and panic. “Elias, don’t leave. I need you to be here until Yousef gets here. I need your moral support; I’m going to propose, after all!”

Sana had managed to calm down in the past hour, thanks to her friends and her brother. But now the panic came back in full force. What if she screwed this up somehow? What if he didn’t react the way she wants him to react? What if the food she made is so bad that Yousef gets food poisoning from it?

Elias steps close to his sister and wraps his arms around her. Sana leans her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes for a second to calm down. The Bakkoush siblings love each other a lot but don’t always show it. Right now it’s necessary, though.

Then they part a little and Elias reassures his sister: “Sis, I’ll be back later, I promise! You’ll be fine. Yousef is head over heels for you and you could just text him ‘Will you marry me?’ and he’d say yes.”

Sana laughs at that and Elias joins her. Her brother manages to calm her down, always. But before he leaves he ruins it once more.

“Are you sure you want to propose?”

“Elias, just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t propose. I don’t need to wait for him to ask me!”, she waves around the wooden spoon in her hand and Elias takes a step back and lifts his hands in surrender. 

He nods: “I know, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… Never mind. I’ll see you later!”

What’s up with him? Sana notices that her older brother is acting weird today, more than usual. But she doesn’t have time to worry about that. She has to make sure the food gets ready in time and she is really glad that the girls have already decorated the table outside in the backyard.

Almost two hours later Yousef arrives at the Bakkoush house and rings the doorbell. Right on time, as always.

Before Sana can open the door she needs to take a second to breathe and prepare herself. When she opens the door they both feel like they got their breath kicked out of their chest. 

Yousef’s eyes wander up Sana’s body. She’s wearing a light pink tulle skirt and a white lace long-sleeved top. Paired with a hijab in the same colour as the long skirt. Yes, Sana looks beautiful in her outfit but what makes Yousef’s heart race the most is her beautiful smile. 

Sana can’t help but stare at her boyfriend for a while. Usually they both dress rather casual but now, now Yousef is wearing dark well-fitting pants and a button-up shirt that suits him very well. He has his hear pushed back and less messy than usual.

“Hi.”, Yousef says breathlessly. 

They stand there, at the door, just smiling at each other, for who knows how long.

“Hi.”, Sana answers in the same way and finally reaches out to take his hand. She pulls him inside and they hug. This is where Sana feels most comfortable lately, in Yousef’s arms.

“You look beautiful.”, Yousef finally manages to say. They have been together for a long time now but she still takes his breath away. He has a hard time taking his eyes off of her for even a second.

Sana smiles at him, her dimples showing, and raises her eyebrows: “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Yousef goes to take off his shoes but Sana quickly shakes her head to which he looks at her confused. She just takes his hand and leads him out to the backyard. On the way out he asks her what she is doing but she just shows him a knowing smile but doesn’t say a word.

As soon as they step out into the backyard, Yousef stops walking as his gaze falls on the table on the mini- basketball court. Two chairs on the opposite sides of the table, fairy lights decorate the table and a candle is lit. The sun is beginning to set which makes all of this even more breath-taking than it already is.

“Sana?”, is all Yousef can say. He thought they had agreed on just having a nice meal together, for their anniversary. But he didn’t think it would be this special. At least from what she had planned. She shouldn’t have.

Sana looks from the table to him and starts pulling her boyfriend towards it. “I hope you like it. I wanted it to be special because I …”, she stops talking abruptly but Yousef doesn’t notice because he is insanely happy in that moment. “..because it’s our anniversary.”

The gentleman Yousef is he pulls out the chair for Sana and can’t help himself and kisses her cheek before going to his own chair. Sana grins at him and once he is seated as well, he immediately leans forward and takes Sana’s hands in his. 

“So, how was your day?”, he asks and while they put the food on their plates they talk about their days, how it went, who they met, what they did. Just updating each other on their lives because they haven’t seen each other all day and in comparison to other days, they haven’t texted much.

“You made all this food?”, Yousef asks his girlfriend and takes another spoonful of the soup.

Sana nods smilingly but then confesses: “I had a bit of help preparing the ingredients but other than that it’s all me. Do you like it?” She is actually really nervous about how it tastes. To her all of it tastes fine but Yousef has a better understanding of when spices are too much or not enough or if something is overcooked or undone. 

Yousef looks up from his food and sees the nervous look on Sana’s face and immediately starts smiling at her. She is so cute. Usually she is so confident in everything but today she seems nervous, not in a bad way though. Yousef tilts his head lightly and thinks to himself: Can she know what he planned? Did Elias say something to her? No, he wouldn’t have. They worked on the plan for too long for Elias to ruin it knowingly.

“Of course, I like it. You’re getting really good at cooking.”, Yousef says and observes as Sana laughs lightly and how the light of the fairy lights reflect in her eyes. How did he manage to be here? After years of being with her, happily, he still feels the same excitement when she’s with him.

“Don’t get used to it. You’ll be the one cooking when we get married.”, Sana blurts out.

At the same time both of them stop eating, lower their spoons and freeze. 

Being nervous makes Sana loose her filter. 

Did she just ruin the surprise, Sana thinks.

Does she know what he planned, Yousef thinks.

Neither of them notices how the other one freezes, though. They are both too preoccupied with their own fear of their plan not working out. Then Sana looks around the table and finally finds something to let go of her suspicion. She is not quite ready to ask him the Million Dollar question.

Sana grabs and holds up a plate and Yousef follows her movement. He breathes out relieved. She doesn’t seem to know anything. 

“Okay, I attempted to make Baklava.”, Sana says. Instantly Yousef breaks out in a grin. He loves how she has put so much effort in this. He knows for sure that she is the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with but he already knew that years ago.

Sana sees his excited grin and quickly shakes her head: “Don’t get too excited. I know for sure that this will taste horrible, I don’t know why I even put this on the table.”

Yousef is too quick for Sana to react. He takes the plate out of her hand and Sana furiously shakes her head. She shouldn’t have shown it to him. She doesn’t need him to get poisoned right before she wants to propose. 

“Yousef, no, don’t!”, she says. Yousef grins at Sana and takes a piece of Baklava on his fork and stares at Sana while nearing the fork to his mouth.

“Stop.”, she says loudly. “It'll be a disgrace to your mom’s recipe.”

Yousef starts laughing and Sana joins him. Other times she wouldn’t care that he taste her awful cooking attempts, it’s pretty funny most of the time, actually. But not tonight.

“This is my mom’s recipe?”, he asks his girlfriend.

Sana nods. “I asked her for it because you always rave about it so much and I wanted to do something nice.”

Yousef chuckles and looks around the table:“ And all this wasn’t nice enough?” Sana just shrugs smiling at him lightly. 

“You know, I love that you talk to my mom without me being involved.”, Yousef mentions. Sana feels like she is going to pass out because he looks at her with so much love in his eyes. She knows for sure that he is the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with.

“Of course, I love your mom.”, Sana says as an immediate reaction. Since Sana and Yousef have gotten together Sana has gotten to know his mother a lot better and finds her to be one of the kindest people she knows. “And she provides me with a lot of embarrassing stories of yours that could be useful someday.”

Yousef gasps, partly as a joke, partly actually shocked: “No. She didn't… Are you teaming up on me with my own mom?”

Sana laughs and nods. Then with a teasing smile she leans forward and rests her arms on the table before saying: “You better get used to it. It’ll get even worse soon.”

Again, Sana feels like she needs to face-palm herself. Why would she say that when she has a plan when to actually ask him to marry her. Saying all these things that tease it will take away from the surprise. 

Yousef furrows his eyebrows and tries to figure out what Sana means. He doesn’t have much time to do so. He hears Sana sigh and stand up from her seat. Yousef follows her movement curiously and when she drags her chair towards Yousef’s he starts to get worried. 

Sana places her chair right next to his and turns to look directly at him. She takes a deep breath and prepares herself mentally. She didn’t plan the proposal to go exactly like this but if she waits any longer she will ruin the whole surprise. 

“Sana, is everything okay?”, Yousef asks her and she nods with a tiny smile.

They sit with their knees touching and with another deep breath Sana starts talking.

“Yousef, you know I love you a lot, don’t you?”

He nods. But then he sees how panicked she gets and thousands of thoughts run through his mind. He blurts out any one of them.

“Are you breaking up with me?”, his heart stops for a few seconds. 

Sana’s eyes widen and she shakes her head: “No, no. Yousef, no. In contrary.”, then she takes a second to think about this question. “Why would I tell you I love you if I wanted to break up? Why would I prepare all this if I wanted to break up? Why would I want to break up with you at all?”

Sana and Yousef both burst out laughing at this. It really doesn’t make any sense. 

Yousef admits: “I’m sorry. When you got so serious I panicked out of nowhere. Sorry, continue.”

Sana chuckles amused and shakes her head lightly before looking into Yousef’s eyes again to continue. “Like I said, you know that I love you a lot.”, she says the next sentence with sarcasm dripping from every word, “And I don’t want to break up with you.”

Now Yousef nods and takes Sana’s hands in his. The fairy lights and a few lights from the house are the only things lighting up the backyard but it doesn’t bother either of them. Yousef is amazed by how lovingly she looks at him. 

“In contrary, actually.”, Sana continues and smiles at her boyfriend. In contrary? The opposite of breaking up is getting into a relationship and that they already are. 

Sana smiles to herself and laughs a little. Yousef knows that she is nervous but still can’t figure out why. It’s only the two of them here. For now.

“I had a whole speech planned out but you know what, I don’t need that. You know that I love you, I love that you’re always there for me. I love that you are so understanding. I love that I just don’t get sick of spending time with you. I love that we can disagree but solve that without fighting. I even love that you just assumed I would break up with you while I have something completely different in my mind right now.” Sana finally can breathe again. Starting this conversation was the most nerve wracking to her. 

Yousef slowly understands what’s going on. Can a man love and hate something at the same time. He does right now. Panic rises in his chest while he simultaneously wants to break out in happy tears. A few moments long he can’t do anything.

Sana observes his reaction and assumes that he understands what’s going on and waits for her to finish her speech so he can answer.

“So that’s why I want to ask you something. Yousef, will you mar…”

Sana’s question is interrupted by Yousef putting his hand over her mouth. Yes, he did that. Sana’s eyes widen and Yousef quickly takes away his hand. Why did he do that?

“No, no. Sana..”, Yousef rambles but nothing coherent comes out of his mouth. How does this happen? How does this happen on the exact same night? 

Sana doesn’t know if she should cry or laugh. 

“So you don’t want to marry me?”, she asks Yousef and stand up from her chair.

This time it’s Yousef’s eyes that widen and he shakes his head and scrambles to his feet.

“No, no. What I mean is of course. But not like this. O my god.”, Yousef answers.

Shocked and confused are two words that describe the couple perfectly in this moment. What just happened, none of them is sure of that. 

Yousef looks at his watch and up at Sana again: “You couldn’t have waited one more minute?”

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion: “Waited for what? Yousef what even just happened? If you don’t want to marry me, it’s …”

Yousef doesn’t have time to tell her that that is not it. They both hear loud music playing and look for the source of it. Yousef knows, he planned it. But not like this.

Sana’s eyes find the source of the loud music. Elias is walking to the small basketball court with a boom box in his hands. An actual boom box. Right behind him are Mutta, Adam and Mikael. Sana recognizes the song. She gasps and turns to Yousef. He grins at her sheepishly, pulls her towards her seat and pushes her lightly for her to sit. With another grin he runs up to the boys who are now in a triangle shape formation at the other end of the basketball court, with the boom box behind them.

 "It’s a beautiful night,
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you

Yousef starts dancing and the boys behind him start dancing the same choreography. They are really dancing to Marry You by Bruno Mars. In her backyard. 

Sana’s mouth falls open and she freezes in her spot. The last few moments she was freaking out, thinking he didn’t really want to be with her. But he had this planned all along. He made their friends and her brother learn choreography for crying out loud.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to marry her. He had a proposal of his own planned. 

Yousef’s eyes don’t ever leave Sana while dancing and she has a hard time breathing. If her heart beats any faster it will burst out of her chest.

 ”Is it the look in your eyes,
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you

All of the boy shout ‘marry you’ at the same time and Sana can’t wait any longer. She jumps out of her seat and runs towards that stupid dork that ruined her proposal. Or made it better. 

He catches her in his arms and lifts her off the ground. Yousef spins with the woman of his life in his arms. The song is still blasting from the boom box and the boys have stopped dancing but Sana and Yousef don’t notice any of that. They are lost in each other’s eyes.

“This would only happen to us.”, Sana concludes laughingly, not looking away from Yousef’s eyes for a second. 

He nods: “And you thought I didn’t want to marry you. Are you out of your mind?”

“How could I know? You interrupted me and looked so panicked. And all I thought was that Elias had said…”, Sana stops mid-sentence. Yousef catches on her thought. 

Both shout at the same time: “Elias!” and stare at him. 

He knew of both plans. He learned the choreography for Yousef’s proposal. He helped Sana with planning her proposal. All that time he didn’t say anything of the other proposal to either of them. 

Elias hides behind Mutta and only takes a small peak at the couple getting engaged.

“I love you both and now answer each other’s question!”

Yousef and Sana look away from Elias and at each other. They are still standing so close that Sana feels Yousef’s heartbeat under her hand on his chest. They both give each other the brightest smiles.

“I mean we both proposed.”, Sana says and tries not to laugh at how ridiculous all of this seems.

“Well, we attempted to. Neither of us got through it completely.”, Yousef adds. 

Sana and Yousef start laughing and Sana buries her face in his chest. Once they calm down a little, Sana looks up at him and nods. 

“Of course, I want to marry you!”

Hearing her say it makes Yousef really realize it. 

“And I obviously want to marry you!”

Sana wraps her arms around Yousef’s neck and he lifts her again and can’t help himself and twirls. Even if they tried, neither of them could explain how happy they are. 

The boys who have been waiting for a sign from the couple, even though they knew that there was no doubt for them to say anything but yes, start clapping and cheering loudly and run towards them. Yousef stops spinning and Mutta, Mikael, Adam and Elias squish the couple in a group hug. Elias being the first one to wrap his arms around them.

Grinning and over the moon for the two, Elias looks at them, getting emotional.

“My best friend and baby sister are going to get married!”, he announces and hugs them once more and all of the boys shout their congratulations and finally leave the two alone. 

Sana looks at Yousef who has his eyes already trained on her. Both of their cheeks start hurting because they have been smiling non-stop.

They are thinking the same thing and Sana voices it.

“We’re really going to get married.”

anonymous asked:

Alternatively, "you wear a suit every day John. You have to wear something else to our wedding so it's special"

yuuuuup this one’s the good

Merle only laid out a few ground rules for the wedding. One, all their friends and family would attend. John had no qualms there. Two, it’d be somewhat traditional, given his background. Again, John was fine.

Finally, John was not allowed to wear a suit.

It’s obvious, really–he wears the damn thing every day, walking around town like an academic on his way to pick up groceries. It’s a good look, definitely, Merle is super into it. But it’s become the norm to see John in it, and for their wedding, it should be special.

Merle doesn’t say what John should wear, just something different than his normal attire. For all he cares it could be some elven armor or nice fantasy robes. Hell, John could come out in one of Merle’s hawaiian shirts and he’d be happy–well, Merle’s quite happy enough already–after all, he’s getting married.

This wedding is far better. It helps that all of their friends and family are here, filling every single seat in the church from the front to the back. It also helps that he’s marrying someone he honestly, truly loves, this time. Even if John is entirely nervous about being presented as Merle’s husband in front of all his friends, his biological family, you know, all people he nearly killed a few years ago.

They had decided neither of them were really fit to be walked down the aisle, and it would do just fine to come out at the same time from two doors right by the front of the temple. Merle, nosy as he is, can’t help but peek out to see everything being put in order.

Before Merle is prepared, the doors are suddenly opening and his view is no longer obscured. He can see Magnus and Taako sitting with the rest of the IPRE in the front rows, along with many Bureau members, the rest of Merle’s family, and John–John? Holy shit.

Realistically, he expected him to wear some other traditional human garb of the time. Something with lots of laces up the front and tight cuff sleeves. The reality is… certainly tight in places. John foregoes the idea of a suit entirely.

Instead, he’s wearing a dress. A long, floor length, white dress, halter top neckline, and lace sleeves below his shoulders. As soon as his eyes meet Merle’s, the human smirks and proceeds out the door, and Merle realizes what he’s done once he’s late to step out.

He’s been played; there’s no better cure for nerves than making the person beside you look worse.

Awesomest of Them All (Part 6)

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader

(A/N Here is the last part I’m going to be posting this week)

Warnings: None


Masterlist for This Series

You stood in front of the mirror looking at your dress. It was a ball gown (like a princess dress) with a fitted top and sweetheart neckline, it had long lace sleeves that were fitted to the elbow then became flowy. It was beautiful. You had a medium length veil with an elegant silver and white flower crown. You had your hair down in curls. And instead of your signature stilettos you had decided to go barefoot with a pedicure that matched your bouquet.

You and Bruce had decide to go with a small family wedding, which is kind of ironic considering both of you were only children whose parents had died when you were young, in the manor’s garden. You had both invited your friends, his being the higher level League members. You had hired the best wedding photographer and let no press in (you would send them pictures later).

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear a knock at the door, “Come in,” You say, and it opens to reveal your pseudo father, Alfred.

“You look lovely Miss (l/n),” he says and you smile. “Are you ready?” He asks. You had asked him to walk you down the isle, since your biological father wasn’t here to do it.

You take a breath, “Yes,” you were jittery with nervousness and excitement and you could feel your arm shaking when you hook it with Alfred’s.

“Are you okay Miss?” He asks you.

“Yes,” you smile at him, “just excited.” With that he walks you out of the dressing room to be ready to go after your bridesmaids. You had asked Dinah and Diana to be your bridesmaids, and Bruce had asked Clark to be his best-man and had Oliver as a groomsman. The both of you had asked Dick to be the ring bear and the fourteen year old had been delighted (except for the fact that he couldn’t dress up as a bear).

With in a minute of you leaving the dressing room you’re walking down the isle. Bruce was standing up there and when he saw you a huge grin made its way onto his face. It might be the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face, possibly bigger than the one he had on his face when you had said yes to him proposing. After you say the I do’s the rest of the day is a blur. There’s the dances and toasts until you and Bruce leave for your honeymoon.


You and Bruce had decided to go to a cabin in the mountains, with no cell reception or WiFi. The two of you spent most of the time cuddling and enjoying the fact that you could spend time together with out being needed. You had told the League members to not bother the both of you even if the world was ending (mostly joking) because you would both die happy.

Most of the cuddles happened in the morning, evening, and at night when it was cold. During the day the two of you would do stuff together. At one point you decided to climb a tree and got stuck so he had to come rescue you but it turned into the two of you ‘Sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G’. The two of you lived off of cheap take out food (or as you like to call it comfort food) the entire week, because neither of you knew how to cook, most of your dates had been to high end restaurants in Gotham, and Alfred would never allow such food in the manor.


Eventually the end of the week comes and the two of you have to head back to civilization. When you get back Dick and Alfred are waiting for you.

“Welcome back Mr. and Mrs.Wayne,” Alfred says with a smile on his face that gets bigger when he call you Mrs.Wayne.

“Mom! Dad!” Dick exclaims running to hug the two of you, and you cry. It was the first time he called you Mom, and knowing him he had probably planned it.

“Hi, baby,” you say pulling him and Bruce into a hug, then you reach out for Alfred and he joins you.

Dick pulls away, “I forgot to give you your present.”

“Oh, Dick, you didn’t-” you stop talking when you see what he’s holding out to you. It’s adoption papers. You find yourself pulling him back into a hug, and crying again (you had thought you were done crying).

“Are you okay?” He asks worriedly, “You don’t have to, I won’t call you Mom if you don’t want me to,” he continues hurriedly.

“No I’d love to Dick, and you can call me Mom, but only if you want to,” you kiss his forehead.

“I want to call you Mom,” he says hugging you again.

“Then where’s a pen?” You ask and Dick grins up at you.


A few nights after you and Bruce get back you head to the kitchen to get a snack, in the hopes of calming your nerves, because Bruce and Dick are out on patrol and you can’t help but worry.   You sneak in the kitchen and open the fridge in hopes of finding Alfred’s leftover pie. The light switches on and you turn around to see Alfred standing in the doorway. “What are you doing Mrs.Wayne?” He asks, ever since you and Bruce were officially married he had refused to call you anything else.

“Worrying,” you reply, turning back to the fridge, “there wouldn’t happen to be any leftover pie, would there?” You ask.

“There is,” Alfred says moving forward to find it for you.

“Thank you, Alfred,” you say taking the pie from him.

After you finish the pie you get up to put the dish in the sink, when you turn around Alfred hugs you, “Thank you for being stubborn and not letting Master Bruce go. He has been so much happier with you around.”

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