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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Hi author :)) (TW. sh) I was wondering if you would be okay writing a Battinson! Bruce Wayne x Fem! Reader with selfharm scars on her arms? The storyline and his reaction are completely up to you, as long as the reader isn’t all emotional. I know this is v specific sorry. Obviously if writing this makes u uncomfortable in any way, don’t write it. Ty for your time<3

I can do that Anon! Thank you for putting the warning there btw, I'm not uncomfortable with it but there are a lot of people who are.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

Tags: established relationship, scars, mentioned self harm, gentle kisses, angst, hurt/comfort, cuddles, caring Bruce Wayne

Word count: 0.6k

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A/N: Again this fic mentions self harm so if you're sensitive to that make sure you are in the right mindspace to read this or feel free to skip it all together, no pressure.

It was a surprisingly lazy afternoon for you and Bruce. The man was always running off into the night of Gotham, coming back after many hours only to slip into bed with you for a few hours before he had to leave again to run his company.

Today however, he wanted to spend some time with you. "Am I smothering you?" He mumbled as he kissed your forehead. The two of you lay on the couch in the living room, cuddling, talking, smiling and kissing for the better part of the afternoon.

Bruce had you on top of him, his arms wound tight around your back and pressing you into his chest.

"Never." You mumble a little sleepy as you press a kiss on his jaw.

The man hummed, tilted your head towards his gently and inched closer and closer. A growling sound interrupted you both, causing Bruce to blush as you burst into giggles.

"Guess we should actually eat something." You nod at him as you slowly ease off his body and to the end of the couch. Bruce gets up pretty quickly, scratching his arms above his head. You do the same, after all you've been in the same position for quite a while so both your bodies are a little sore.

"What are those?" You pause and look at him. He's looking at your hands, his brows frowned, face riddled with both questions and concern. Your eyes widen. Quickly you put your hands back down and pull at your sleeves to hide the faded scars across your wrists and forearm. You lower your head, avoiding Bruce's eyes. He's silent for a few moments. Then you feel his hands take yours, "Hey." His voice sounds so gentle, "It's alright. You don't have to hide from me." Suddenly the reasons why you always wore long shirts and long gloves became more clear to him. "You also don't have to force yourself to tell me if you don't want to. I just want to know that you're ok."

"I am." You answer a little too quickly. Your eyes meet his, before looking back down at your joined hands. There's a deep inhale from you before you speak again, "They're old. I... wasn't in the best place back then. But I've gotten better. And I've been getting better. Little by little. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide them I just..." You shut your mouth, a feeling of shame washing over you. You feel like you've been lying to him, the man you love.

"Don't say that. Don't ever feel sorry for that. I've... been in some dark places in my life. There are things that are hard to talk about. I get that. I don't want you to feel... pressured with me. Or scared of talking about thigs that are difficult." You feel his fingers under your chin as he lifts your head slowly. "I love you. No matter what. I want you to be safe. If you need to talk I'm here, if you just want me to listen, that's alright too. Whatever you need." Bruce's fingers inch closer to the your sleeve, "May I?" He asks.

You gulp. You trust him. You know he loves you. And you love him. You want to share everything with him, your highs and your lows. With a small nod from you Bruce's fingers slip underneath the sleeve and gently skim over the scarred flesh. There's a sharp intake of breath from you, followed by a deep exhale as you relax into his touch. He offers you a small smile. You feel your eyes water, you lean into a deep kiss, pouring all your emotions into it, "I love you." You breathe against his lips as you kiss him again and again.

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catboybatman · 3 years

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Okay so i posted something about Bruce's tattoos so here's more:

He always liked drawing to calm himself down (canon) so why not start on his body

He lets his kids color in his black and grey tattoos

He put alot of them by himself

(TW, Selfharm)

He tattoos himself as a healthier selfharm technique

(This is why his left arm is full of complicated designs and his right is work of others)

He also covered a few of his selfharm scars with tattoos

(Tw over)

All of his kids (and babs and steph) have tattood him at least once

He lets his friends and family tattoo him too

he and Kate have tattood their initials on each other bc they're both little shits

He has "sugar baby" on his ankle. He lost a bet to Talia. She chose sugar baby since untradionally, he is kind of her (dad's) sugar baby (but instead of money he gets training) (they do love each other, its an inside joke)

He also has "boy toy" in his lip. This one is from loosing a bet to Selina. Since she is 2 years older she wanted to be a little shit

His kids have all tattood their initials on random places. Some of them are in existing pieces while others are a bit more seeable or hidden in other places. (I.e. he has RJG on his ringfinger and TJD hidden in a bat)

He learned to tattoo near Leslies clinic, there is a small tattoo shop next to it

He also hid some superhero logo's here and there (superman, ww, his kids/teammembers logo's and gl (Alan Scott bc he's nerd))

Most of his tattoos dont have meaning (i.e. four arms on his fore arm or a cat in a box)

Feel free to add more <3

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #catboy hc

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spider-man-and-i · 6 years

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7. Gun powder, cinnamon, blood and Mexican food.

rigger-Warning. Mentions of selfharm

"Go? Go where?" Came the tired, scratchy voice that Wade had been anticipating. He opened his eyes to see the spider looking up at him groggily. Wade jumped up and so did his spirits.

"Petey Pie! You're awake! Do you want anything? Like water or food? Or anything?" Wade asked speaking fastly and excitedly.

"Food and some water for sure." The boy said as he sat up. He realized that he was exhausted and quickly laid back down. When Wade returned shortly after with a stack of sandwiches and a glass of water, Peter ate all of the sandwiches with record speed and ended up drinking 2 glasses of water. Wade just sat there staring at the spider as he ate and once he was done he realized the merc had been watching him. He blushed slightly.

"What?" He asked and Wade just laughed then made a comment about how fast he had eaten and how he had eaten so much. "Ever since I got bitten I've just had to eat more food than I used too." He said simply and Wade nodded. "So Wade, what, uh, what happened after I..after you...we..." Peter was rambling as he had grown nervous at the question. Wade just stared at him agreeing with White. He was adorable, even when he had such a heavy burden on his chest.

"well...Tony came and brought us here. Bruce fixed ya up and I regenerated...Not much to it." "How long has it been?" "Almost a week." "Almost a week!?" Peter gaped at how long it had been. Sure he was exhausted and his body was tired and sore but a week...? That was a long time to be unconscious..Wade seemed to have something he wanted to say, but was keeping it to himself. "What is it Wade?" Peter asked after almost 2 minutes of watching the internal conflict Wade seemed to be having with himself. Wade just shook his head.

"Peter..." Wade said his voice sounded strained as if he was fighting to speak.."I know." Was all he said and when Peter's face scrunched up in confusion Wade just looked away.."The Scars, baby boy, I know about the scars.." Peter's breath caught in his throat and he looked anywhere but the Merc who sat on the edge of the bed. How? How did he find out? Did he see them? Peter thought to himself as his mind surged with thoughts. So many questions, so much pain. "Bruce found them when he was working on you... I haven't seen them..and I won't press anymore after I say this. And Peter Parker you better listen to me and you better listen good and well. I will not be in your life and have you doing this to yourself. If I have to pry the blade from your hands myself then so be it. If you feel like you want to do something stupid and reckless come and talk to me and we will find stupid and reckless things to do that will not scar your beautiful body." Wade hadn't realized what he said nor did he realize the shake in his voice. Peter blushed at compliment but nodded at Wades words.

"Wade...Come here." Peter said and Wade just looked at the boy oddly but he obliged. Wade sat down right next to him and Peter just took a deep breath. "Can I try something?" he asked and wade just nodded silently.

*what's he gonna do?* ~wait to find out..I swear if he pulls any stupid shit Wade..unalive him.~ *he wouldn't ask us if he could stupid things. He would just do them.* White fired back. Peter told Qase to close his eyes and for a second he just stared at the spider before obliging. When his eyes were closed he was to inform Pete which he did..then he felt gentle hands grip his mask and slowly pull it up. His breathing escalated along with his heart. He could hear Peter's rabbit-heart beating loudly against the other boys chest. Slowly his mouth came into view and Wade clenched his eyes as he anticipated what was to come next. And it did. Peter pressed his soft lips gently to the chapped ones that belonged to Wade.

Wade tasted the same.as he had last time..he tasted like strong mint gum with a slight tinge of beer..he also smelled the same as he always did..gunpowder, cinnamon, blood and Mexican food. It was a mixture of smells he could only place with Wade. Peter did not taste the same way he had before..this time he tasted like the sandwiches he had just eaten. But there was also a rather sweet taste to the younger boys rosy lips. And much to Whites pleasure Peter smelled exactly like he always did. He smelled like butterscotch candy on a hot day, he smelled like everything good to Wade. The scent itself calmed Wade's beating heart allowing him to focus on the kiss.

He flicked his tongue in and out of the spider's mouth in a very dominating manner. But Peter had always been a fast student..soon his own tongue was venturing into Wade's mouth and fighting his tongue for power. He was always causing a very uncomfortable throb in a part of Wade that reacted to the simplest of human touch..Peter Parker had never even had his first kiss up until that night where he threw himself onto the older man so every part of his body was reacting. Peter broke away to get a couple.of breaths in and Wade whispered something to himself that Peter didn't quite catch.

"What was that?" "Oh well I was just arguing.with yellow and white. They keep trying to get me to admit that I'm falling in love with you.." Wade said and then his face turned the same shade if red that Peter's was. "I mean. .that's not what I mean... What I meant was umm...I dunno. I didnt mean to.say that. No shut up! This is too your fault. No its not okay. He probably wants to run screaming now.." Wade's seemingly one sides conversation turned into low muming and Peter just sat there.

Wade Winston Wilson had just admitted to falling in loce with the spider. Wade Fucking Wilson. Peters heart was quickly humming in his chest as he told wade over and over to just shut up and listen..when wade still didn't.hear him he did the only thing he could to catch the mans attention 100%. he kissed him again. This one was more passionate. And Wade would have been the one to break it if the door to the hasn't been opened and a loud,shocked yell hadn't echoed through the room.

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