#thank youuuuuuu xx

[louisisalarrie]

someone asked me this so i wanted to ask you, what was your fav moment from fitfwt?

any time louis is in a tank top hahaha. but ALSO working on his leg down here and making sure the shows all went off the way he wanted them to, and of course, seeing him backstage. also, my view of him from where I watched…. I got an excellent side angle hahahaha

And the “sing walls if larry is real” one 100%

[helyiios]

just wanted to thank you for all the content you’ve been putting out lately, I wish i can give you my whole heart AND MORE, you literally feed us everyday…. I LOVE UR ART SO MUCH AND YOUR WRITING AND UR EDITS and it genuinely makes me so happy SO THANK YOUUUUUUU!! you’re art has also made me inspired to create again so really I can’t thank you enoughhhhh 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Oh anon you’re absolutely angelic. i love spamming this shit show of a blog with random stuff, im SO glad it inspired YOU!!!! Keep creating and don’t hesitate to share xx

[macfrog]

Maaaaaaxxxxxxxx

The amount of times I tears up! My nose is stinging 😂😂

I love these two. I HAVE loved these two since the first chapter! I’m so glad I found this story when I did, and that I was able to read and FEEL along with these characters. I don’t think I’ve ever been so affected by a story - in that, these two stayed with me throughout working days or bus or car rides home. I’m in the middle of teaching lessons and I’m finding myself thinking Christ I hope her dad doesn’t COMPLETELY lose his shit 😂 is that normal? Who knows anymore hahah

Thank you for pouring so much of your heart, soul, time, effort into this pairing, this story. I’m so happy they got their happy ending. I hope he builds her that damn house 🥺

You’re such an incredible writer, and have such an amazing way with words. It’s probably beginning to sound very old to you because i rehash the same sentiment every time, but I do that because it’s still true - you have such a talent for what you do. The world would be a worse place if you ever were to stop writing (not even to post for others, just for you!)

I feel like this was the perfect way for me to bring in my new year (and by bring in I mean I went to sleep and then the first thing I did upon opening my eyes was read this - like, my eyes were squinting, not even adjusted to the light, they were burning and I was like YES IT’S CLM TIME)

Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank youuuuuuu

🩵🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿💕

hi!!! i love you!!!!!!

not them infiltrating your day job pLEASE hahaha i'm so sorry but i love that so much! thank you for always reading and supporting, it means so much to this little frog 💚

i would apologize for making you tear up but you just did it right back to me SOOOO im not sorry !!!!!! but i am forever thankful!!!!

i hope you had a lovely new years and 2024 is as kind and wonderful to you as you are to all of us meghan! appreciate u so so much ! xx

[actuallysara]

sara you're the backbone of this fandom!!! GOD i don't know what happened but i hope you can somehow someway be able to stay away from the bs, and i hope it's not tumblr people who are giving you a bad experience. I know how some fan behaviours get worse during a hiatus (and this one seems like it's gonna be a long one) but i hope you're able to stay for the things that bring you joy because i know it does. but your mental health is the priority that's for sure. You're so very important in this little fan space here and to the lone star community. I just hope you feel better about it all soon because you deserve nothing but a healthy, kind and joyful experience. I love youuuuuuu 🤍Xx

I'm just gonna say this one thing cause if I add more I'm just gonna sound like a cry baby but: yes, it's tumblr people alright, fandom cliques specifically. but thank you for sending this, I might be feeling very sorry for myself rn and disagreeing with everything you said but I appreciate it nonetheless 🤍

[pacifymebby]

hope you get a good nights sleep baby xx

thank youuuuuuu <3 <3 I had such a good sleep and it was so cosy but I don't want to get out of bed this morning now and I have work soon and also have to have a really important but difficult work phone call and I feel like I have to get out of bed for that because I don't want to taint cosy bed with all the bad vibes that will stem from it hahaha <3

[crazyoffher]

I’m really excited for more of ‘watchtower’! it’s so fun to read. thank you for writing xx

thank youuuuuuu 🫶 i plan to post chapter 4 later this week 😉 glad you love it!

[imightgetbetter]

love love love the new fic mother🩷🩷

also keep hearing about you having another blog would you mind sharing? xx

thank youuuuuuu and yes! @matildashoney is me and i have like novel length fics on there if you like harry and want to read

[drella]

AAHHHHHHH

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hehehehehe thank youuuuuuu xx

Christmas holidays being there~ do you have good silm fic rec? like russingol, manwë’s fics, angbang… everything ❄️🎄🎅

Uuu alright, first off sorry I can't remember all of my fave writers but I'll try!!

I do not read ships, most of what I read are xreaders, but here are some writers whose works id suggest you to check :'))

@feanorianswelcome writes wonderful series, they explore feanorians and their lifetime! I love the Vain crown series on Ao3 and how well she characterizes feanorians!

@outofangband anything you want to learn about Angbad! And unfortunate souls who end up in there.. they are all very extensive, and fics are so heartbreaking ( i love it.)

@edensrose if u wanna read about Valar. This is the place. I love the headcanons and her version of valar lords ❤️ big manwe love right over there

@kiatheinsomniac AAAAA!!!! literally, do not waste time go to the masterlists and choose ur poison...ALSO if u have no problem reading NSFW.. Go go GO...Dont remember I've read any better ..um .juicy works than hers!!

@doodle-pops lovely xreaders again!!! I love the style they write the reader x elvez interactions!!! I find myself go to Caranthir section many times 🫢

@theelvenhaven WHAT can I say!! go on quick!!! The fics are so lovely, i read them with a smile on my face :')) she was one of the first ever person to make me read The Silmarillion with her fics/headcanons, do i need to say more?

there are some other amazing writers but they mostly work on lotr so I didnt onclude them.. Also there were others but it's late here and i have a headache so these will have to do :")))) i apologize to peeps i forgot

i love everyone who i religiously reblog and interact from ❤️

[flying-nightwing]

Scorpion (2/2)

Oh, my god?? Is it me coming back from a what, eight, nine months hiatus??? Listen, I am VERY excited to post the long overdue part two to one of my favourite writing project ever. And guys, I hope the wait was worth it because this is a big one. Whew!

I want to say a thousand times thank you to the absolute MVP of this all, @bluejay-the-geek for not only taking the time to help me out with my struggles (and doing so, solving them) but also come up with the idea that became the final version's ending. This would not have been possible without you, so THANK YOUUUUUUU 💜💜💜

That being said, enjoy xx

Masterlist

Pairing: Dick Grayson x villain!reader

Word count: 6812

Warnings: Language, somewhat graphic violence, potentially incorrect scientific facts (I learned the making of antivenom cure in one hour sorry :/), verbal fights

Part 1

All it took was one twitch of a trigger finger to unleash chaos in the disaffected warehouse on the border of the city.

You had expected it, of course you had, it's not like there had been any other plausible outcome to this meeting. They all thought you were trying to rally families and mobs to your cause, and that they were so cleverly setting up a trap in agreeing to negotiate with you under the false pretense they were still undecided. You knew damn well Sionis had gotten to them first, you knew that this would end up in a fight.

And you knew you'd win it.

This was all for show, a statement of your strength and a nag to those who thought they could betray you and expect you to fold back without retaliation. Decidedly, your comeback was far more needed than you initially thought. As you stood there in the cross aims of multiple guns, all held by people that were once too scared of you to even look you in the eyes, you couldn’t help but smile at what would unfold next.

If they believed the absence of the dreaded spear on your back made you suddenly ordinary, they had another thing coming for them.

It was the head of the Marcosio family who fired first, hitting the hilt of the dagger that was held up in your sleeve. The force of the impact let it fall into your right hand, and with a shake of your left, an identical blade found your palm. Everybody took a second to assess what had just happened, which was a second too long to keep the upper hand. You lunged forward, disarming Giovanni Marcosio by leaving an open wound on the inside of his right forearm. His gun clattered on the floor as shock took over him, and you used his body as a shield from the few bullets shot your way. The rest of the families stopped when they realized they were shooting an ally, but remained on standby.

You pushed Marcosio to the side and set sight on the Albanian boss, leaving a slice on his extended arm as well before ducking behind a pile of crates. Even without your long range weapon, they made it too easy. You didn’t even have to get close enough to their vital point, all you needed was a graze; you wondered how they didn’t see that coming.

You had more than enough venom to coat other weapons of yours.

You moved position and the bullets followed you. You kept moving swiftly, and at one point, the guns fired pretty much blindly. With the cover of the loud firing, you sneaked behind the French boss, then disappeared back to where you came from before she could even scream at the sharp sting of your blade. You repeated the operation until all seven bosses had been touched by your blades.

“Come out, we’ve got you surrounded!” It was the Japanese boss who spoke. “You can’t keep dodging like this”

“Oh but I can” You replied, giving away your position by doing so. It didn’t matter. “All of you have deadly venom cursing through your veins. Blue ringed octopus, if you’re curious. You’re my test trial. This one’s potency is nine minutes before irreversible damages to your organs, and fifteen minutes before death, so I will most likely outlast you”

Another round of bullet rained over the crates sheltering you, sending splintered wood flying around you.

“Alright, point taken” You shouted back. “I have a proposition to make. Let me go, and I will give you the antidote. I suggest you think quick, because the clock is already ticking”

“Give us proof” It was the Albanian who replied in a gruff voice.

You fetched a vial filled with a blue-ish liquid from your jacket and held up your hand so it would peak over the crates.

“Give us the antidote!” The French woman ordered. “J’vais pas mourir pour ces putains de cons”

You slid your daggers in your coat and stood up, making sure the vial was well into view. You slowly approached the group, nodding at the weapons. “Put the guns on the ground”

They did as you said begrudgingly.

“Now kick them over”

The french woman was the first to send it to you like it was the plague itself. The others followed, their faces beginning to contort with pain. They could feel the poison travelling through their bloodstream and burning everything on its way. You took care to sweep the weapons behind you so they wouldn’t have any ideas to dive to get them.

“Alright, as promised--” A thud echoed in your hindsight on the upper level of the warehouse, dragging your attention from the mob bosses to the new addition to the party. A brand new black and blue suit caught your eye in the darkness, as well as the blue current travelling like a warning around the end of the escrima sticks Dick was holding. You glanced at the bosses for a second and smirked “We’ve got company”

“Scorpion” He greeted with an obvious displeased expression. “I told you that I’d have to intervene if you fell back into your old patterns”

"Nightwing!" You smiled, before your expression fell again, your arms opening up in challenge. “Where the fuck is my spear?”

A small grin graced his lips. “No idea what you’re talking about”

When you had finally managed to get out of your own handcuffs, you had returned to the open area of your apartment only to find out your staff was gone, and you knew damn well who had taken it. What you didn’t know, however, was where he had stashed it. You had spent days raking Blüdhaven from one end to another without success. Cameras from all over the city barely even picked Nightwing activity that night--you had access to private security footage, ATMs, phone cameras, all that jazz--and yet, nothing. You guessed he had actually hidden it out of town just to piss you off.

He jumped down from wherever he was perched and landed in between you and the mob bosses. You raised an eyebrow at how he would rather fight you than the scrummy criminals in Gucci shoes behind him, then smirked. Without hesitation, you gently threw the blue vial at him. “Catch!”

Like a reflex, his hand curled around the fragile glass despite balancing his escrima stick in it as well. You backed up as the bosses hurried to surround him, yelling about their antidotes. Nightwing sent you an obvious glare as he tried to manage the sudden crowd around him, telling them to stay back, that he’d give them the antidote. You climbed on a pile of crates, then on the suspended platform away from them and crouched, observing the spectacle for a few seconds.

“Oh and by the way” You called attention to yourself, then grinned. “I just remembered, this blue ringed octopus toxin has no cure yet. That’s just liquid aspirin with blue food dye, won’t do anything. You’re all gonna drop in like, seven minutes top”

There was a pause as realization of the position you put him in hit Dick’s face. You saluted him with two fingers as the mob bosses realized it too, and the fight resumed. You heard him curse your name as you made your escape, leaving him behind to deal with a bunch of angry criminals on the verge of dying. That’s for the handcuffs, darling.

You ran out of the warehouse under the batting rain, zeroing on the spot you had hidden your motorcycle at. The water muffled most of the sounds around you, overwhelming your senses with its loud clanging on the metal roofs and plastic tarps, yet you still felt a presence coming fast from behind you. You pulled your daggers and turned around just in time to do a high block of two escrima sticks. You let out a grunt at the effort it took to push back from the sheer force Dick was applying to them, and eventually, you just stepped aside and bent down to dodge the swing down. You circled each other before launching another attack, falling in a fast paced duel.

“Where”

Hit.

“Is”

Hit.

“My”

Hit.

“Spear?”

He blocked your two handed hit, holding you there for a second. “I’m keeping it until you start behaving again”

You jumped back to avoid the electric end of his stick, then twirled your blades and held one forward. “Give me back my spear and I’ll consider it”

“Don’t test me” He grumbled, swatting the blade away with his escrima. You had to admit it wasn’t very threatening from his perspective, as you both knew you’d never even brush those blades close to his skin. Still, you were furious with him.

“No, you, don’t test me” You replied, raising your voice. “I’ve just killed seven of the most powerful people in Blüdhaven just because I wanted to. Not even because I needed to. The only reason those babies aren’t slicing Sionis like cheesecake is because I want to let the fear marinate for a bit longer. So if your goal was to stop this, you’re doing an awful job at it, because you have only managed to piss me off so far”

“I can’t believe this” He shook his head, arguing right back. “Do you think Sionis will underestimate you again, especially after this? Because he won’t, and he’ll come for you with full force”

“Oh, I’m counting on it” You smiled. “I’m batting 310 on the hornet’s nest and I’ll get my homerun”

He sighed, dropping his arms to the sides. He looked up at the sky still pouring nails, then shook his head, mumbling to himself. “You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?

“Let me guess, another lecture?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Or the handcuff thing again?”

He looked back at you, his expression neutral. Too neutral. “Just know this is for your own good”

“What are you even talk--”

You didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence; he moved too fast and his escrima stick collided with your right side, its shock gripping you in a paralysing haze that you felt for a whole two second before blacking out.

---

You were warm, warmer than the rain outside, and the softness under you was somewhat foreign. It wasn’t your egyptian cotton sheets, or the leather of your couch. No, this was a rougher, or rather cheaper material that you didn’t recall owning.

You weren’t home, no,that’s not what happened--

You jolted awake, but your momentum was stopped by a tug you felt all the way up to your shoulders. As you regained your senses, you felt metal binding on your wrists. You looked down only to see two pairs of handcuffs keeping you tied to a bed that definitely wasn’t yours.

God dammit, not again.

Then, you felt a pair of eyes watching you intensely. Slowly, you trailed your eyes up to him, even though you did not need a peek to know exactly who had put you in that situation. However, when you did settle your eyes on Dick, you could barely hold up the fury you directed at him.

There he was, leaning on his dresser with your spear in his hands.

“Oh, you” You grumbled, narrowing your eyes. “You’re lucky you have a pretty face, because right now it’s the only thing saving you from the ass kicking of your life”

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, unbothered. “I would have thought it was the handcuffs”

“Thin fucking ice, Grayson” You warned as you tugged on the cuffs, but it was weaker than you intended to.

“You’re not very convincing in that state, darling” He tilted his head with a hint of arrogance. “You should rest a little, such a shock takes a toll on your muscles”

“Yeah, about that” You raised your voice. “You zapped me!”

“And I patched you up afterwards, you’re welcome” He nodded to your side. You looked down and noticed a white gauze covering the spot his escrima had made contact.

“That barely makes up for it” You scoffed, returning your eyes to him. “I can’t believe you did this”

“You were being uncooperative” He argued. “You left me no choice”

“Why are you so against me fucking up Sionis, huh?” You frowned. “He’s a plague to this city and you know it! The destruction you’re accusing me of causing is going to be ten times worse if you don’t let me end this now. I have him right where I want him, and we are wasting time on technicalities right now!”

“You don’t understand--”

“No, YOU don’t understand!” You rattled the chains, coating your words with stronger venom than the one on your blades. The banter that had been playful so far quickly turned bitter. “I have worked so hard to keep order in this damned to hell city so I could be a worthy heir to my father’s empire. And you know what? I didn’t have to go this far. I didn’t have to go above and beyond to meet you in the middle. I did it because I thought you were worth the effort, but you know what? I was wrong”

He didn’t even try to hide the hurt that flashed across his face. Good, you tried to think louder than the instant feeling of guilt that overcame you.

Good.

Was it though?

He bit the inside of his cheek and nodded before standing up. You lost sight of him as he grabbed something outside your field of vision, then you felt the handcuffs rattle and clatter to the floor. You slowly rubbed your wrists as he returned in front of you, a stern mask draped over his expression as he picked your spear and dropped it on the bed beside you.

“There” He said, sounding disinterested. “If you don’t care whether you die or not, then neither do I. Go ahead and get yourself killed, it’s not my problem anymore”

You snatched your spear and flipped your legs on the side of the bed, pushing back the wobbly feeling that was still lingering in your muscles from his zap. You watched him for a reaction that never came as you stood up and walked to the door, grabbing your coat on the way. Your blades and vials were still there, seemingly left untouched by Dick. You opened the door and paused in the threshold, feeling the itch to say something but coming up short when you glanced over your shoulder to see him staring straight out of the window, his back turned to you. You let out a quiet sigh and left, the sting of regret a bitter taste in your mouth.

---

"SIONIS"

He was waiting for you, his power stance dominating the entire warehouse. He was dressed in an extravagant burgundy vest with dark grey dress pants and his black mask was covering his face, yet you knew exactly by his eyes the smug grin lurking underneath it. He was surrounded by countless henchmen, much more than it would reasonably be necessary to take you down.

So he HAD learned his lesson after all.

"Scorpion!" He greeted back, slowly cracking his gloved finger. He observed you for a long minute, then made a show of looking around. "Where's your boy toy in black and blue? Don't tell me you guys broke up"

"We had a slight fall out" You corrected, then smirked. "He didn't approve of me killing off your seven headed snake"

"About that" He snapped in irritation. "You owe me seven mafia bosses"

"Do you take retribution payments in Target gift cards?" You raised an eyebrow, noticing as his fist clenched until the leather of his glove audibly cracked, then released.

He sighed loudly, then laughed. And laughed some more. It was an unhinged laugh, hollow and humorless as it echoed in the warehouse. Then, he stopped sharp and glared at you with the fury of a mad god.

"Bring her to me" He ordered, but instantly lifted a finger, halting his men. "But don't kill her yet. I want to make it slow. And painful"

“Won’t be as painful as hearing you speak”

You barely had the time to duck behind a pillar that bullets were raining on you. Given, they were mostly aimed at your legs, where they could still get you without killing you on the spot. You imagined Roman would do very nasty things to the one who claimed his prize.

You waited until the firing died down, then flexed your hands on your spear and jumped out of your hiding spot. You tried not to think too much about how outnumbered you were and instead focused on taking down who you had in front of you before moving on. You managed to keep this up for longer than you believed you would, using both ends of your spear as well as your hand to hand fighting skills, throwing quick sharp punches and kicks to finish the job while your spear was busy elsewhere. Your successes, however, laid mostly in the fact that they weren’t really bright henchmen, and clearly had no idea how to efficiently organize in a way you definitely wouldn’t have been able to get out of.

You could see Sionis again through the mass of men around you, most of them already lying on the floor, twitching in pain as they waited for their upcoming death. Despite the adrenaline fueling you, you still felt the stab wounds and slices that had gotten to you, or the spots where you had been clocked a couple of times on your cheek or ribs. You were pretty sure you’d discover more wounds later, but what mattered was that you were still standing despite Roman’s best efforts to have you taken down.

The last henchmen fell and a sigh of relief escaped you. However, as you got closer to Sionis, you realized he was calm, even unimpressed. You remembered all too well how he lost his shit when you had bested him for the first time, and this, well, this seemed way out of character for you to give yourself the win yet.

You halted your steps as he raised one hand and snapped his fingers. Behind you, you could hear a lot of footsteps running toward you and circling you, cutting your way out and pushing you towards Sionis. Your legs almost gave out as you understood you had played yourself like an amateur and fallen right into his trap, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction. You were positive you didn’t have enough gas left in the tank for a round two, and the venom of your blades would almost all be gone by now, taking away the possibility to just slice your way out and outrun them until they dropped by themselves. But that didn’t mean you’d go out as a coward, or beg for your life. You squared your shoulders and faced up to the music, waiting for Sionis to make his last move without dropping eye contact.

He had you in checkmate.

“Well, well, well” He drawled out, placing his hands behind his back and leisurely walking toward you. “Look who we have here”

You looked behind you, then faced Sionis again. “Why are you speaking like you haven’t been watching me take down your men one by one for the last twenty minutes?”

“You still have energy for sarcasm, I see” He tsked. “Don’t worry, I’ll beat it out of you soon enough. But first, on your knees”

“I think there was a misunderstanding here” You decided to play it dumb to aggravate him even more. If you couldn’t physically fight anymore, at least you’d go down swinging. “You’re not exactly my type--”

The sound of the gunshot registered well after the burning pain of a bullet piercing your thigh. You fell forward both because of the surprise and the sudden momentum hitting you from behind, and suddenly, you were surrounded. Your instincts made you protect your head with your arms as you were repeatedly kicked by steel toed boots, the assault seemingly incessant. When Sionis called for them to stop, you knew for a fact at least half of your ribs were broken and you’d soon feel the symptoms of internal bleeding.

If Sionis let you live that long, which he probably would, considering he made it clear your suffering would bring him pleasure.

You were roughly picked up and held up on your knees as he broke through the henchmen crowd and came to stand right in front of you. Without warning, he swung his fist on your face with full force. Then again, and again, and again, until your nose cracked and your left eye began swelling at an alarming rate, until blood pooled your mouth and dripped down the concrete floor. He stepped back in satisfaction and watched you struggle to breathe for longer than anyone sane would, until he opened his mouth again.

“How does that feel, little girl?” He asked. “Regretting crossing me now?”

You coughed, then spat blood at his feet. Your head was heavy and you didn’t have the strength to pull it up, but you still could talk back loud enough for him to hear. “Considering you haven’t came in your pants like a stupid teenager yet, I suppose not as bad as you’d hoped”

He let out a long sigh, then shook his head. “I wonder what’s it going to take for you to shut up”

“More than you can handle, princess”

Oh, he did not like that. His entire posture changed, and he closed the distance between you and him again, this time looming menacingly over you. You came to understand that Sionis was at his scariest when he didn’t react at all, much more than when he yelled and threatened. He wasn’t a calm man by definition, or one that could hold himself together in times of crisis for that matter, so his silence was more dangerous than any threat he could scream at you.

“I know you’re in pain” He said as he harshly pulled your hair back to lift your head, effectively bringing your half shut eyes to his. “Your leg is bleeding out, and every breath you take seems more laborious and the one before. Fuck, you can’t even stand right!”

A chorus of laughter went around you as Sionis dropped your head like a dead weight, then disappeared from your limited field of vision for a moment. Then, you saw his shiny shoes reappear and his gloved hand grip your jaw tight.

“Do you know what this is?” He shoved a small vial very close to your eyes so you could actually see what he was talking about.

Of course, he knew you’d know. You were no stranger to the yellow-green liquid gently moving in the confines of the needle capped glass container, in fact, one could say that you were most acquainted with its nature. After all, the venom of black fat-tailed scorpions was the first toxin you’ve worked with, and ironically enough, gave you the name you still hold to this day.

“Little Scorpion will get a taste of her medicine” He said in a singsong voice, then grabbed your jaw at the speed of lightning. Before you could protest, he jammed the needle in your neck and left it there until the vial was empty.

Immediately, you could feel the burning venom spreading through your veins. He released you and you fell forward, unable to hold yourself up once you crashed to the ground. You knew this specific venom had a low mortality rate and could be treated, but your state and access to the antidote would greatly compromise those odds. He’d probably leave you there to rot while your insides slowly succumbed to the poison until it reaches your nervous system and paralyzes your vital functions. You could feel Sionis watching you, probably not wanting to miss a single second of the show.

Then, you couldn’t anymore.

You almost fully believed you had gone blind when a black curtain blacked out your vision. You could hear the shouts of the henchmen, but you had absolutely no idea of what was going on. Well, that until you spotted blurred currents of blue electricity swiftly moving around the room. You coughed on your hand, warm blood falling on the splintered skin as you curled around yourself and tried to shake the pain away as you faded in and out of consciousness.

Not blind, but definitely crazy, you thought, because there is no way Dick Grayson’s actually here, not after what he said. Not after what you said.

Alas, you were startled awake by a hand shaking your shoulder, the unmistakable face of the one and only Nightwing greeting you. His lips moved, but you couldn’t discern the words, like you had been submerged underwater. Then, he slung your arm over his shoulder and dragged you alongside him, occasionally pausing to swing his escrima stick around to make his way through the remaining henchmen.

No, not his sticks, you noted as you realized there was no blue current rolling around, but your spear, wielded with deadly precision even though he was incapacitated on one side from your pretty much dead weight.

You would have been almost impressed, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were busy staying awake. With the blood flowing freely down your leg and the venom burning your every nerve, you knew if you fell asleep here and there, you’d never wake up. Part of you wondered if it wouldn’t be that bad, but the other, more stubborn and surprisingly more rational in this particular circumstance, kept screaming at you it wasn’t the place to let yourself give into the darkness. Not where Sionis could see it and know he had won.

The freezing air and even colder rain of Blüdhaven was actually a relief when it hit you on your way out, taming down the burning and swelling of your face. You barely felt when you were hauled on the back on your own bike, its familiar sound purring distantly in your ears as you fell forward, leaning on Dick for support. The wind still hit your face in a pleasant caress as you sped down the streets of the city, night lights and neons alike flashing indistinctly in your narrow field of vision.

Then, silence.

You couldn’t feel the biting cold anymore, or see the merging lights as one big blurred mess. The world had gone silent, save for the sound of your own heartbeat through your ears. You were lowered on a hard bed, and a warm hand gently pressed against your forehead.

“Shit”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh that sounded more like a weak wheeze. “You should just let me die”

Then, a pause. “You’re doing this now, really?”

“I just wanted to save you the effort” You could feel your eyes slowly close shut as exhaustion took over. “You should be glad I’m going. One less criminal to deal with, right?”

He scoffed, the sound followed by some shuffling around. “Yeah no, not happening. We still have to catch Sionis, remember?”

Your chest shook with yet another broken laughter at the irony. “We”

You hissed as something was tightened around your thigh, then at the burning from a liquid being poured all over your gunshot wound.

“Yeah, we” He repeated. “See what happens when I leave you to yourself?”

You grit your teeth and looked away as the pliers entered the wound, but your reaction wasn’t from the pain. You could barely feel the intrusion as it hurt everywhere already. “I don’t wanna hear the I-told-you-so’s”

He halted his movements for a second, but remained focused on your leg. “That’s not what it was”

His mumble was so low that you could have missed it. Even more, you swore you could have detected a hint of regret in his words, and not at the fact that he passed the opportunity to remind you he had been right. You watched him work on your wound with the precision of a surgeon, focused on his task until the bullet was pulled out and the hole patched up with white gauze and tape. As he finished dressing up the bandage, he looked up to you and stared until you averted your gaze.

“Don’t look at me like this”

A slight frown settled on his face. “Like what?”

“Like you care” You did your best to scoff. “Because you don’t”

He crossed his arms over his chest and let out a long sigh. “We both know that’s not true”

“Do we?” You were quick with the rebuttal. “Do we know that? As far as I’m aware, I’m just another pain in your ass you gotta manage. You made that very clear--”

“Well, I fucking lied, ok?” You slightly flinched at how he raised his voice, but he quickly recomposed himself. Yet, the intensity of his tone didn’t waver. “I tried not to go. I tried to stick to my word and let you handle it but I couldn’t, because what kind of fucking asshole would I have been if I had let you sort out my mess alone? And then I saw what Sionis did to you, and I lost it. I wanted to hit him until I heard his spine crack, then hang him to be eaten by the crows. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I was ready to tear him apart because the thought of someone harming you drives me up the fucking wall?”

You had never seen him so uncomposed, yet it was the only time you were certain about his complete honesty. You were stunned into silence as his words registered in your brain, unable to do anything else than gap like a fish out of the water.

“And you know what?” It was like the words escaped him after being bottled up for so long. “You were right. I was not worth it. I was not worth your efforts, and I was not worth you backing me up. And I’m sorry about it. I hate that you ended up like this because I thought I could have it both ways”

“Dick, I…” I lied too, you were always worth it and I’d do it a thousand times again. However, that wasn’t what you replied, as you were somehow unable to conjure your voice to say it out loud. There was a part of you that found sick satisfaction in seeing him caving in to his less heroic self, and you wondered how much of a part it played in your inability to speak your mind. You shook your head and closed your eyes. ��Nevermind”

He sighed and stood up, shaking off the awkwardness of his sudden confession. He was obviously disappointed by your reaction, or lack thereof, but he still tried to hide it from you. He began pacing around, rubbing his forehead. “Now that your open wound has been dealt with, we have to get that venom out of you… Which I have no idea how to do”

“I wouldn’t trust any antidote I make right now either” You coughed, sending droplets of warm blood flying out. “Though, it wouldn’t be a problem if you’d just let me die”

“Not an option”

“Fuck you’re annoying, you know that?”

He stopped pacing. “Guide me through it”

You would have laughed if you could. “I don’t think it’s time to make jokes”

“No, I’m serious” He suddenly appeared in your limited field of vision. “Guide me through it. If you tell me how, I can make it”

You took a breath as deep as you could go, feeling your stomach to slowly but surely cramp up. You were running out of time before the venom caused irreversible damages, if that wasn’t already starting. Did you really want to die? No, not really, especially by the hands of Sionis out of all people.

“Alright” You agreed. “You’ll need two syringes with sterile needles, three sterile test tubes, two clean droppers, a centrifuge, a solute solution and papain”

“Papain?” He whipped back to you. “W-What’s papain?”

“Papaya enzyme” You clarified, but nothing in his eyes was reassuring. You swore under your breath, suppressing a flinch from the pain in your abdomen. “Then we’ll have to wing it even more. Tell me you have pineapple juice”

“Yeah, what kind of sociopath doesn’t carry pineapple juice?”

“Unsweetened?”

“Naturally”

“Nobody carries unsweetened pineapple juice, Dick. Nobody” You grimaced. “But you, apparently. Go get everything and bring a desk over”

“Diabetics. People on keto diets” He pointed out as he gathered everything. “It’s great for smoothies, or guilt free desserts, just so you know”

You didn’t have the time to throw something back at him that any noise in the safehouse got drowned by the dragging of a small table beside the bed.

“Okay, what first?”

“Take a syringe and fill it with my blood” You could feel cold sweat begin to roll down your forehead as you writhed in pain at one particularly nasty contraction of your abdominal muscles. Good thing you already had antibodies for that venom, or else you’d already be done for. “Try and get it as close as possible to the lymph nodes, right here”

You pointed at your neck, and he stepped closer, hovering over you. He placed a warm hand on the junction between your jaw and your neck to stabilize your head and held the skin with his thumb and pointer finger. Seconds after, you felt the pinch of the needle and the familiar feeling of blood being drawn. You felt lightheaded for a second as you had already lost a lot of blood, but you forced yourself to snap back to reality to finish this.

“Alright. Now you put it in a test tube and straight in the centrifuge” You resumed. “Sixty seconds, it’s gonna separate the plasma and antibodies from the blood cells. Usually we’d need more, but I’m afraid I’m out of stock for today, so it’ll have to do”

“Don’t fuck it up, got it” He mumbled as he carefully pushed the blood in the test tube and set off the centrifuge.

“P-Pretty much” You bit back a moan of pain. “As soon as it stops, you need to transfer the plasma in a new tube. With the first dropper, add two drops of solute solution, and it goes back into the centrifuge for another minute”

As if on cue, the centrifuge stopped.

“Got it” He picked the first test tube and slowly transferred the plasma to the second tube, then added the required solution and put it back in the centrifuge.

“Now that’s where it gets trick-” A low groan escaped your lips as you flexed your fingers, trying to focus on something else than the pain. “Tricky. Once you’ve separated the antibodies from the plasma proteins and into the third tube, you’ll need to put one-- one and a half drops of pineapple juice with the second dropper, not more, into the third tube and swirl very gently. You’ll want to--mmm--you’ll want to spread the juice, but not shake it”

The centrifuge beeped again.

“Noted” He nodded as he went through the steps you had described to him. He paused with the dropper over it and took a deep breath before expertly adding the right quantity, well, what you thought looked like the right quantity.

“Careful” Your voice was rasped as your warning came out. He only quickly glanced at you, giving you a firm nod of reassurance as he began the sensitive process. “Okay, that should be enough. You can put it in the second syringe to inject inside my left elbow, not on the lymph this time or I’ll most likely go into cardiac arrest. And even then I still might anyway, so be prepared for that”

“Oh, no pressure at all then” His eyes went wild for a second as he flicked the full syringe. He went around the bed and kneeled, pulling out a disinfectant wipe and cleaning the skin. “Wait” He paused right before pressing the needle to the vein. “What if I made it wrong?”

You met his eyes. “You made it right”

“How can you be so sure?” His eyebrows creased further. “I’ve never--”

“I trust you” You cut him off. “Like you trusted me. You made it right”

He held your stare for a second longer, then gave you a nod and pushed the needle in. Steady fingers pushed the makeshift antidote into your bloodstream, and just like that, your life now depended on Dick’s ability to measure pineapple juice with extreme accuracy.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you on the other side” You said as you shifted on the bed in a more comfortable position, or as comfortable as you could get without moving your leg. “Or not”

He scoffed, yet he gave you a small, relieved smile. “Say it all you want, we both know you’re too stubborn to die”

You yawned and closed your eyes, feeling sleep take over you. You didn’t fight it this time, knowing you had a good chance of waking up. “You might be onto something”

“But just in case” His voice was barely a whisper. “I need to say… I know I’ve not been fair toward you. I said the wrong things, I did the wrong things, and I hurt you, in more ways than one. And I know you don’t want to hear me talk about how I fucked up, but I need you to know you do matter to me. I’m glad we crossed paths, and I admire you a lot, and all the time I refused to get involved with you under the pretext of restraint, it was in fact because I was a coward”

“You’re not a coward, just so you know” The squeaking of the mattress told you he had leaned back to glance at you. You were half out of it by this point, but his words were clear as day. But just in case, as he said. You had to push through sleep and speak up. Just in case. “You’re just frustratingly righteous and a little bit obdurate”

“Obdurate. Obdurate? You’re half dead and your priority is to read me the thesaurus?”

“I rest my case”

“You should rest, point” His hand covered yours and gave a little squeeze. “We’ll talk more when you wake up”

You nodded and let your neck relax into the pillow, then stopped resisting the pull of a dreamless sleep.

--- 1 month later ---

The condo was still basking in the dark as the sun began to rise in the horizon, and Nightwing’s steps were as light as a feather as he navigated the space with ease. The furniture around seemed to have been left untouched for a while, yet not a single particle of dust could be found. The place was cold and sterile, yet the blinding light of the dusk coming from the curtain wall was warm and welcoming. He paused in his steps, admiring the view.

“I suppose you found the gift I left you?” You smiled as you turned around to face him.

You had left a bunch of Sionis’ lieutenants all tied up with a rope doused in mild venom, nothing intense enough to kill but enough to cause medium to severe discomfort. They were displayed in an obvious manner on Dick’s usual patrol route for him to find during the night. And judging by his playful expression, he found them alright.

“I have to say” He began as he took a few steps closer. “I’m a little bit surprised they were in that particular... state when I got to them”

“Oh, you mean alive?” You filled in, and he tilted his head to the side. “Can’t I just do thoughtful things for you?”

“Why, of course you can” He drawled out, leaning a little bit further into your space. You glanced down to the defined lines of his muscles through his suit, then slowly back up to his face. Naturally, he picked up on it and smirked in satisfaction. “But that’ll mean I’ll have to… show you how grateful I am for it”

“Will it involve handcuffs?” You raised a teasing eyebrow, and the grin he gave you was blinding.

“We’ll see”

“Then while you’re deciding, you can come here and start showing me what you mean”

In one fast gesture, his arm was around your waist, and his lips on yours as the sun climbed higher into the morning sky.rainwarehouse

[lululawrence]

Happy birthday gorgeous 🧡 you're a joy to have on here! Hope you'll have a lovely day full of hugs and lovely wishes! Sending lots of love xx

i adore you! thank youuuuuuu

[astranva]

Hi ✨✨ just wanted to tell you that the whole concept of pe!reader has really helped in manifesting (embody-ing) the very best version of myself 😁 like it's her i imagine and all . So thank youuuuuuu ❤️

awwwwwww! this makes me so happy! i’m proud of you, sweets and i’m glad she’s been leaving positive impact on you 💖 thank you for reading xx

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Okay but what about having a girls night with Emily, JJ, Tara, Penelope, and you and you’re all having a great time and drinking a little and Spencer does something cute like ordering midnight cookies for you all and leaving a note with the order saying something about keeping food in your stomach or hope you’re having a good time. And you’re all so happy and endeared that he thought of you all

Oh, don’t-

He knows she’s hosting a ‘girls only’ night at their apartment, so he was under strict orders not to come home from Morgan’s until she was certain the girls were ready to leave on their own terms, to not surprise her with a visit or to invite himself in to surprise the five of them when she least expected it as the company she had would definitely take the talk of the night into work with them the following day, so he promised he would only text to check in and to make sure she wasn’t getting too drunk and that she was having a good time. He didn’t care if it took her three seconds or three minutes or three hours to text him back an answer... just knowing that she was having fun, laughing and joking was enough to have him relaxed.

Don’t have too much wine.

I won’t, dad.

I think you’ve had too much.

Have not, Doctor. Garcia brought a bottle of shots out so it’s about to get messy now. Love youuuuuuu.

He doesn’t want to intrude on her to physical check she wasn’t too drunk; he does worry about her when she’s had a few too many alcoholic beverages that she can handle but he knows she’s in good hands with her friends and doesn’t need him to look after her when she knows her limits and when to stop. She could look after herself if she needed to and it’s not like her friends, who were also his colleagues, would leave her to fend for herself when she could barely walk and talk.

“Is that loverboy?”

“Leave him alone, Penelope. He’s smitten with her,” Emily defends him, leaning over and squeezing YN’s knee with a sweet and caring gesture. YN set her phone back on the coffee table, facing downward so she wasn’t intrigued by any interruptions or notifications that came through. “He’s really smitten with you.”

“Smitten? His whole world revolves around you,” JJ grins, taking a sip from the wine glass in her hand and giving YN a wink as she finished off the red wine she had been drinking since she arrived. Much far behind everyone else, who had only just hit their fourth glass, and that was the mother side being brought out from within her. “Honestly, I’ve never seen him so happy. Ever since you came and worked at the BAU, he’s been tunnel visioned for you.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a great thing, I think,” Tara says and JJ nods in approval, reaching for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table as Garcia poured shots at the kitchen island, “you can tell he absolutely adores you. A couple of years is how long I have been here and even though you’ve been together longer than I’ve been working with the BAU, it’s so obvious that it’s you and only you.”

YN feels a little flushed and embarrassed at the sudden attention; their topic on their favourite shows to binge watch on Netflix had taken a rather huge turn and she kind of wished she was back talking about Friends rather than her love life with Spencer... not that it was an awkward topic to talk about because they had been together for nearing ten years and it was no secret to anyone in their place of work that they were in a relationship. 

So she’s thankful when Garcia brings the shots over to the small group of them because the conversation stops, almost completely, and they’re back to getting drunk and talking about girl things and focusing on anything that wasn’t related to work, at all.

It only comes back up when YN receives a knock at the front door... and she, as well as the rest of them, thought it had to have been Spencer coming back as the time had passed midnight and he was probably craving his bed and a good nights sleep that was taken on a sofa of his friend’s living room. When she gets up and sways a little as she walks towards the door, she comes across a note slid underneath the door...

hi, baby. promised i wouldn’t come in to disturb you so i thought i’d send you this note and surprise you with something to eat since i’m worried you’re drinking on an empty stomach. there’s cookies and brownies and burgers from the diner down the road on the other side of the door for you all to eat. don’t worry about me because i’ll be long gone before you open the door to this message. i’ll meet you at the bureau in the morning so you don’t have to wrap up the night on my account because they think i need to come home. just sleep well without me, drink plenty of water and try to wake up without a hangover. i love you. have fun. say hi to everyone for me. spencer. xxx

He definitely made his way into their good books. xx

[chanstopher]

This is a love letter for you 💖

Dreamy, everything you make is so gorgeous and cute and amazing so thank you thank you thank you x1000000 for sharing your art/gifs (those are art too) with us 💕 you're wonderful, hope you're doing well xx

omg thank youuuuuuu also i totally thought i followed you back before now I don’t know what happened dnfvhenfvv this is sooo cute omg :( this really just makes me so happy like you have no idea what this kind of ask means to me 😭😭😭 so thank you sm and thank you for always being so supportive of my stuff frfr 💕💞💘💞💗💞💗💝💝

[curseofaphrodite]

hELLO LOVER

my pre boards are over. fucking finally.

FAREWELL TOMORROW FAREWELL TOMORROW OMG I CAN'T WAIT yk i'm lowkey temped to show you my dress but meh ig i'll describe it so it's peachish pink colour, three forth sleeves, mid thigh length? and has pink sequins all over it istg it looks so pretty 😩 and and and i have nail polish in the exact same shade hssiwgsisowhwhid oh god and i'm wearing silver jewelry and silver high heels istg i feel like wattpad protagonist who goes to club as undercover

me cheating on that ss map enrichment 🤝 nobody giving a fuck

literally i was cheating on ss map tests and the teacher sitting there was like okay👌

i literally love youuuuuuu you write long paragraph replies for me<3333

me 🤝 writing stories poems in the middle of exams

oh guess what i was writing an answer but then started writing "don't blame me" song lyrics 😭🙏‼️

how's you how's you

anyways your new tasm peter parker story>>>>me HONESTLY LOVE THE CHAOS

hehe so about the poem...

i no longer like it so

lol

*runs away cutely*

goodbye lover💗

-🔮

no thoughts mind empty just priest remus railing the fuck out of innocent reader<3

*pulls you back*

DUDE WHY DIDNT I KNOW YOU WERE IN 10TH?? holy shit good luck for the upcoming boards! i know theyre so imp!! FUN BRAGGING FACT - I HAD BOARDS LAST YEAR BUT THEY WERE CANCELLED HAHAHAHA.

that was honestly lucky for us cause our batch knew NOTHING. all of us would have collectively failed. this year's finals were bad too cause thats the first time we did offline exams and online ones were all *cough* we cheated.

(long long post so more under the cut bestie)

most of us probably failed phys and chem but thats just hot people shit xx

DUDE IF MY CALCULATIONS ARE RIGHT, YOUR FAREWELL IS TODAY!! good fucking luck and i hope you have a very memorable, lovely, happy, tea-filled event <3 you should totally gimme all the tea too btw. imagine if tina shows up tho. *plot twist*

YOUR DRESS SOUNDS SO PRETTY YOU'RE GONNA LOOK AMAZING BESTIE!!

lolol cheat on ss maps, thats a requirement in high school. my ss sir hated me tho. now he doesn't teach our class but he does subtitution periods where he goes "ash" then points at my legs and i go EXCUSE ME SIR WHAT

and he says my legs are knotted together and i should put them down so i went ohh ,shajhsj i misintercepted that message. he is way too young tho. and i did turn 18 last year i- okay this is stupid im gonna bang my head against a wall.

I LOVE WRITING LONG ASS PARAS FOR YOU!!

pls people who write song lyrics are the best. and dude did you know cbse did a para on BTS for english literature?? in 9th grade i think?? imagine a desi 9th grader going to exam centre and seeing bts questions and going "OH MY GOD"

THANK YOU CHAOS IS MY ONLY TROUPE.

wdym you dont like it.

who doesnt like masterpieces.

gimme the poem.

now.

🔪🔪

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ RAINY DESERT ❜

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Request: HERMANA acabo de ver que estás taking requests for tranq, and maybe is too late pero por si acaso how about tranq x younger reader (25 or so) having a soft day or a nice date, like cuddles, watching films together... Thank youuuuuuu💖💖💖💖

BY @aquamento

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.3k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @angels-reyes

Masterlist.

📱to Bish✨:

“Hey, prez. I was thinking about stealing you my man. It's gonna rain and I already finished at the hospital, so I would like to spend the afternoon on my sofa doing nothing, but cuddling as fuck till it hurts”.

📱 from Bish✨:

“Don't you want to level up to El Presidente? Maybe, adopt me?”

📱 to Bish✨:

“I change you my man, for a delicious lunch tomorrow”.

📱 from Bish✨:

“I already kicked his big ass outta my club, querida. But now that you said so…”

Leaving your phone over the passenger's seat, with a triumphant smile drawn on your lips. You have the window down, with an elbow nailed there and the other over the steering wheel, thanking to have taking the automatic car this morning, because your hands are a little sleepy after a long, long day. But your reward is coming, and you can't ask for anything else. Turning to the left on the main avenue of Santo Padre, you slow down the velocity, as if you had all the time in the world, stopping some minutes after for a red light. Palming your lap following the rhythm of the song playing through the radio, while you sing it so concentrated, the strong buzz of an engine pushes you back to reality. Resting both arms on the door and your chin over them, you can't help but smile like a teen in love with a soft sigh escaping out from your lips.

“You kill me every time you do that”. Stopping his motorbike next to your car, he takes off the sunglasses for a second.

“Hm…” You just say, so absorbed that you can't even talk.

“That smile”. Hank points at it, before poking your nose, making you wrinkle it.

Leaning towards your car, you stick your head out of the window to reach his lips with a smooth kiss that pushes you to heaven. You met him almost four years ago, but it wasn't until two years after that you dared to tell each other about your feelings. Since then, you are inseparable. And his brothers consider you one more of the Mayan family, so you can take some advantage with it sometimes. Like this one.

As soon as you are at the porch of your shared house, you step out from your car taking your phone and your bag, and walking to your boyfriend with both arms raised so it's easier for him to lift you up between his. Wrapping his waist with both legs, you can hear him chuckling while you fill up his face with kisses, leading his steps to the main door. Four years, and you are still falling for him a little more every day. Sometimes you wish to not have been such jerks, hiding what you were feeling because of the fear of the age difference, being almost twenty years between both. But age is just a number, and you couldn't ever regret being together.

In the meantime Hank takes a shower, you change your clothes for one of his big shirts, wrinkling the neckline of it between your fingers to have a soft sniff of the scent. You love to wear them, mostly when he's out of your hometown. Coming back to the kitchen, you tuck in the microwave the popcorn packet to set it for three minutes, putting whilst some beers to get cold in the fridge. Making sure that the big window in the living room is open and the fluffy blanket is already over the back rest, you look for some action movie on Netflix. All you want to do is to lie down on the sofa, and spend the rest of the day and the whole night eating junk food and curled up under Tranq's strong arms.

When the microwave dings, you're careful taking off the popcorn to put them inside a big bowl, grabbing two beers and some chocolate bars, to bring them all to the coffee table close to the sofa. Sitting there, you wait for your boyfriend to join you, hearing the first drops of water falling from the clouds.

“Make me some space”. Hank says then, standing you up to lie down and welcoming you after between his arms, stucking his chest to your back.

Throwing the blanket over you two, accommodating it to cover your bodies, he places a leg above yours sinking his nose into your neck. Moving backwards a hand to his nape, you feel him hugging you tightly leaving some kisses on your shoulder.

“I couldn't ask for a better plan”. He mutters.

“I only have good ideas, baby”. You chuckle, caressing his tattooed forearm with your fingertips.

“Like being my girl”. Sighing then, the mexican leans forward to loudly kiss your cheek, while you press play to start the movie.

Actually, you never focus too much on the tv, getting lost in your thoughts because of his strokes in your hair, neck or belly; always being so gentle and dearly, that you don't care about anything else, ending up falling asleep under his grip. You have needed it since some days ago, when you had to attend a multiple accident with four cars and more than a dozen badly injured people. And he never complains about it, without stopping his caresses to make you feel more relaxed.

Next time you open your eyes, Netflix has paused itself. Raising your sleepy eyes to the huge window, you see how much is raining for the first time in months. Obviously, it's not a common thing living in the middle of the Calexico desert. The smell of wet sand floods your lungs, giving you some nice chills down your backbone, it reminds you of those years studying in Los Angeles and the good moments there. Stretching a hand over the table to check the hour in your phone, you start to feel somewhat hungry. It's almost dinner time and you know that you're not going to sleep too much tonight after such a long nap. Turning under Tranq's arms, you find him peacefully sleeping yet. His warm breath colliding against your face, while you set an arm under his neck, stroking his cheek with your free fingers. You can't help but stare at him for some seconds, before leaning to peck his lips with soft kisses, until he starts to return every one with a smile growing on his face.

“You feel better than earlier?”

“Yes”. You simply reply, non stopping kissing him.

“How is that?” He teases you, slowly opening his eyes.

“My man's arms are my safe place”.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really”. You nod, raising up both eyebrows. He puckers up his lips in concordance, listening to you so convinced of your words. “I was thinking about going to Paco's food truck and taking away some dinner, what do you think?”

You are too lost on the way your forefinger roams his bottom lip, that you don't hear him agreeing until he bites it and repeats what he said.

“I think I'm going to have to drive…” He laughs, feeling your cheeks burning a little. “What's up with rainy days, ah?”.

“They just turn me a little fluffier than normal”.

“Yeah, I see that, and I like it”.

Pressing his lips over yours, tightening his arms around you, he tucks his tongue into your mouth, gently caressing yours for some long seconds until you two are out of air. Resting your head on the cushion, you lean just a little to kiss his forehead, before hugging him. It's true. His arms are your safe place, always making you feel better, always making you feel loved. You don't know a better place to be in, because it doesn't exist.

“I love you, Hank. So, so much”. You whisper then, with your eyes fixed on the dark ones.

“I love you too, mi amor”. He says back without hesitating, holding your chin with one of his hands to push you closer. “I can't explain how much, but I'm going to show it to you every day”.

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